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[daydreams-after-dark]

Free Use Jail Cell, Part 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 (final) | extra: Police Reports | extra: Dinner date with Minho

Police Officer Skz ot8 x female reader

Premise: you're arrested and held for 24 hours by 8 police officers at the local police station / reader has her fantasy play out.

Word Count: 3k (part 1)

Chapter Summary: Officer Seo Changbin arrests you and has some one on one time with you before taking you to the station. You meet the other officers. (This chapter is Changbin focused, but a little bit happens at the end with the other officers.)

a/n: This fic will be in multiple parts because I get too impatient not to share what I’ve written so far. There will be two, possibly three installments turns out it will be more like 6 (tag list is open).

I refer to the officers as “Officer Hyunjin”, “Officer Minho” etc just to make it quick to identify the characters. 

The whole premise is planned and explained in the fic. The story is purely fantasy, but please be mindful of content warnings, as it has potentially triggering content. I want you to be safe here on my blog.

CW: planned fantasy role play, police arrest, nudity, unprotected sex in a semi public space, pain kink, roleplay pain, anal play, blow jobs, cum eating, name calling (both praising and degrading), reference to sexual acts, imprisonment, restraints (handcuffing).

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The lights of the police patrol car reflect in your rear view mirror, signaling for you to stop your car.

“Dammit.” You sigh as you pull your car over to the side of the road.

You watch in your side mirror as a police officer emerges from his patrol car, and your heart rate increases when you see the well built figure approach your window. 

“Everything okay, Officer?” You say innocently.

“I’m gonna need you step out of the vehicle, Ma'am.” He says sternly.

“But I wasn’t speeding.” You protest as he opens your car door and pulls you out.

“Ouch! You’re hurting me!” You writhe against him, but he’s too strong.

“No. But you’ve just resisted arrest, so you’re in big trouble little bunny.” He slams you front first against the side of your car and proceeds to handcuff your hands around your back.

“You’ve got the wrong woman, Dude!” You cry.

“That’s Officer Seo Changbin, to you.” He tears you away from your car abruptly and tugs you towards his police car. “In.” He throws you in the back of the car like a rag doll.

“But my car!” You wail, as he slams the door and hops into the driver’s seat.

“Shh. It’ll be impounded. Now not another word.”

“But you haven’t read me my rights! You can’t do this!”

But Officer SEO Changbin ignores you as he drives away.

After half an hour of you demanding he explain what you’ve actually been arrested for, and half an hour of being met with silence, Officer Changbin pulls off the main road and parks his car in a deserted space under a bridge.

Alarm bells go off in your head as you look around. The area is absolutely deserted. You frantically try to formulate a plan to escape. But even if you did escape, you’re fucking handcuffed.

The Officer opens the back door and slips in beside you, holding a tablet and stylus. “Y/n. Twenty five. Female. Submitted a ‘free use jail fantasy’. That is you, is it not?” He quirks an eyebrow at you. 

You stare at the man, but remain silent. Isn’t that one of your rights?

Changbin sighs. “This is your contract. I need you to understand the terms of our engagement.”

He holds the tablet in front of you so you can read exactly what you signed yourself up for. 

I, y/n, agree to being held prisoner in a police station setting, where eight men have the right to use my body how they see fit. This includes: degradation, humiliation, spanking, oral sex, vaginal penetration, anal penetration (includes use of fingers), double penetration, rough sex, use of props and restraints. 

Please read below for further details.

You scroll through the rest of the pages. Details of the acts that may take place, photos of the men and their role, special interests and skills. They are fucking handsome as hell too.

What the fuck have you signed up for? It sounded good in your head. It sounded good when you applied. But now it’s real.. You gulp and look at the Officer. 

“Sign here.” He points to the space at the bottom of page 12.

“Umm…”  you nudge your head towards your restraints.

“Oh yes of course.” Changbin releases your cuffs, opting to secure them in front of you instead. You take the stylus and sign on the dotted line.

You only live once right?

“Great. So as of now you belong to us. Well, for the next 24 hours.” He says matter of fact.

You suck on your lower lip. “So, like right now you could get me to do…things?” You say in a small voice.

“Yes, that’s right. I could instruct you to do things. Or, I could just do things to you. Free use, remember?” He takes the tablet from you and places it next to him in the seat. Your eyes fall on his thick bicep and you feel an ache between your legs. He sits back, slouching against the backseat, and his eyes drop to your bare leg.

A heavy silence fills the car. 

Changbin reaches out to squeeze your thigh, just above your knee and you hold your breath as his hand slowly slides up under your skirt.

“Show me your panties.” He whispers, lifting your skirt up. You open your legs for him. 

His plush, pink lips part slightly.  “Take them off.” He instructs.

You shimmy your panties off and wait for your next instructions. 

“Unbuckle my belt.”

The chain of the handcuffs rattling, and his heavy breaths are the only sounds as you bring your hands to his belt. “Uunzip my pants and take out my cock.”

Your heart begins to race, and your mouth becomes dry, as anticipation and fear bubble in your stomach. Your fingers shake as you unzip his fly and pull his length through the opening of his boxers. Fuck, he is so thick. Your eyes flick up to his.

“Suck it.” He says, staring at you.

You take a deep breath and bring your mouth closer to the fat tip, wondering you you’d even be able to stretch your mouth around it. You kiss the slit. Changbin hisses. “Don’t tease.” He says with a gravely tone. 

You swirl your tongue around the tip, then along the shaft, moistening it up. But Changbin is impatient, and he presses his hand on the back of your head, indicating that he’s had enough of your chaste ministrations.

You stretch your mouth around his girth and sink your head down over him. God, he’s not going to fit. You’re going to choke. 

“C’mon, deeper.” He pushes your head, coaxing you to take more of him. Your eyes immediately water, but you do your very best to suck him enthusiastically.

You feel his hand slide down your back and over your ass. You whimper when he lifts your skirt up and he spanks you on the ass. “Deeper.” He moans. 

You lift off and take a big breath before taking him back in your mouth, forcing yourself to take even more of him. His fingers finds your pussy, sliding them  through your wet folds. He gathers some of your arousal and brings the pad of his finger to your asshole. 

“Hmm… you feel like you’re gonna be so tight. The boys are going to have fun stretching out this little thing. You won’t be able to sit for a week.” He chuckles. 

You moan at the thought, excited to be used.

Changbin’s finger breaches the tight ring of muscle as he presses inside. It’s just to the first knuckle but it’s making you hungry for more.

“That’s enough for now.” He decides, withdrawing his finger and pulling your mouth off his cock. You sit up whining at the loss. “Are we going to go to the police station now?” You inquire.

Changbin scoffs. “Greedy little thing. Can’t wait for what’s in store for you.” He strokes your tear stained cheek. “We’ll go soon. But not until you ride me. Climb on.” He nods towards his cock. “I want first feel of your pussy.”

You straddle Officer Changbin, wrapping your still cuffed hands around his neck, and he holds his cock steady for you as you lower yourself down on him. “Fuck!” You squeak as you feel the tip against your entrance. “You’re so big Officer. I’m not sure I can take you.” 

You swallow, looking into his eyes. There’s lust there. You can see it. He looks like he could hurt you, but there’s a kindness in his expression too, and you wonder if the other men will be like him?

“If you can’t take my cock, how are you gonna take two at once?” He whispers. “Sit on it. I want to feel your walls wrapped around my dick.”

“What if I say no? What happens?” You challenge him.”

“‘No’s not your safe word.” He grips your hips and slowly lowers you down onto his length. “Just keep your eyes on me, sweet thing. Shhh. I know Binnie’s thick.”

You shake your head. “It’s too big.” 

“It’s gonna feel good. I promise. Let me stretch your tight little walls.” He breathes against your cheek.

You feel yourself stretching for him, slowly relaxing to accommodate his size. Inch by inch you feel him fill you. 

“You are tight aren’t you? Fuck, like a vice.” He closes his eyes and tries to steady his breath.

You push yourself down all the way and pause. 

Changbin opens his eyes again and lifts your skirt so he can see where you’re impaled on him.

“See. Look at that.” He says in awe. Your eyes follow his as you lift up slightly and lower yourself again, watching him disappear inside you. 

“Bounce on me. Show me what a good little girl you are, and I’ll put in a good word in my report.”

He digs his hands into your ass cheeks, spreading them and using his grip on them to bounce you.

“I need you to scream for me. No one’s gonna hear you, but I want you to scream your lungs out anyway.”

He grips you tighter, and as though you weigh nothing, he lifts you up and slams you down. You cry out. “Again!” He growls as he slides you up his cock, and drops you back down. “Scream.”

You cry out, screaming loudly.

“Hurts doesn’t it, bunny?” He uses his hips to fuck up into you ferociously.

“N-no…feels goo-”

“Say it hurts. Scream like it hurts.” He growls and throws  you off him and pushes your face into the car seat. He lifts your hips to meet his cock and thrusts into you forcefully. Every thrust is deep and hard. Your pussy feels stretched to its limits. 

He’s relentless, pounding into you harder and harder. The sound of your bodies colliding filling the car. The windows are steamed up, and you're certain the car is rocking wildly.

“Stop… please… too hard…it hurts…” you scream. But you don’t use your safe word. It actually feels incredible.

“Is Binnie too much, hmm? Poor little cunt struggling to fit me?” He mocks you.

You scream louder. He picks up the pace. 

“Fuck…I’m coming!!!” You let out the loudest scream your lungs can muster, as you clench your walls around Changbin’s cock.

“That’s it, so nice and loud for me.”  He helps you ride out your orgasm and then withdraws from your still quivering cunt.

“Good, compliant little bunny. Come, drink up.” He strokes your hair as he helps you turn around so you can wrap your lips around his cock again. He pumps the length a few times until you feel his hot, thick cum coat your tongue. 

“Open. Show me.” The tilts your chin as you present to him your mouth full of semen. “Swallow it up for me.”

You keep your eyes locked on him as you swallow the thick, salty substance, and then open back up to show him.

“Good girl. We need to get you into your cell.” He smirks and gets back into the front of the car.

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It’s almost dark when you get to the police station and you’re feeling incredibly nervous about what lies ahead. 

Changbin helps you get out of the vehicle, leaving your panties on the floor, and escorts you up the front steps of the building. It actually looks like a real police station too, and you wonder how on earth they managed to have access to this place.

The seven other men are waiting for you. They eagerly stand up from their desks as Changbin walks you past until you reach the cell at the far end of the room.

“In.” He grunts, removing your handcuffs and pushing you inside and slamming the door closed behind you. You quickly take in your surroundings. There’s absolutely nothing in your cell except a mattress with two folded blankets on top.

“So this is the sweet thing we have to break?” One of the men jeers. 

“This will be fun.” Another adds.

You turn back towards the men, who are all lined up on the other side of the bars. They watch you. So many eyes. On you. Some look mean. Others look kind. You recognise each of them from the photos, and you know from your research you need to watch out for the ones named Seungmin and Minho. 

“Y/n. Come meet the officers.” The Chef, Chan you believe his name is, says firmly.

You take a step forward.

“No.” He stops you. “First, strip.” 

“Oh!” You squeak. You hesitate. Are you really ready for this? But there’s something thrilling about this situation, and you know, deep down, even though you’re nervous, scared even, you don’t want to stop. Your hands tremble as they grasp the hem of your top and you pull it over your head. Leaving your top half In merely a flimsy sheer bra.

“Fuck. She’s hot.” One of them men whistle under his breath.

“The skirt too..” Chan barks.

“B-but-“ you remember you’re not wearing underwear.

“Skirt. Off. I don’t like repeating myself.” Chan snaps.

You lower your eyes as you peel your skirt down and let drop it to the floor.

“No panties. What a slut.” Minho smirks.

You can feel all eyes on your bare pussy. 

“Look at the officers before you y/n.”

You lift your head and look at the men.  

“For the next twenty four hours these men own your body. They want your cunt? You let them have it. They want to fuck your ass? It’s theirs. They want to take you two at a time? Tie you up, use restraints? You do not resist. They feel they need to punish you? You take it willingly. They want to degrade you, humiliate you?” 

Seungmin laughs at that.

“They can. If they want to treat you nice, be sweet, they’re allowed to do that too. But you don’t come without permission. They control your orgasms.”

Chan basically recites  your submission request back to you.

“Alright. Come forward to meet the officers who will be taking good care of you over the next twenty four hours.” 

You take a step forward. “On your knees.” Chan corrects you.

You drop to your knees, the floor is cold and hard, and you crawl over to where the men wait.

The one named Minho comes forward and presents his erect cock to you, sliding it through the bars. “Come say hello, kitten.” He says coldly.

You look up at him as you wrap your mouth around him, and he immediately takes hold of the back of your head to keep it still while he fucks your mouth. You hear several belts being unbuckled around you.

So this is the introductions then?

“Changbin and I will leave you to it.” Chan informs the group and he and Changbin leave you with the remaining six officers.

From what you can tell from the way Minho holds your head and watches you with intense eyes, is that the man can read your limits. He pushes in just enough to make you gag, but not quite making you choke. His rhythm is smooth and consistent, and when he cums you know he’s holding back a pretty moan. He’s definitely a dom, but one that really understands a sub.

Felix, the pretty and gentle blond, is careful with your face, he doesn’t push too far, and he lets you use your hand on him. But there’s a glimmer in his eye that tells you he doesn’t mind the kinkier side of things, or that he might like seeing you in pain.

Hyunjin. He doesn’t even have to speak and he’s got you blushing. Just the way he’s looking at you, his tongue licking his pretty lips, has you dripping down your legs. The man is beautiful, sensual, and  the way he’s working with you as you work his cock, moving with your mouth and hand, makes you believe he finds sex to be about connection. You’re not entirely sure how that will play out.

Jeongin. Seems sweet and innocent, but his entire expression changes to demonic once his tip hits your throat. You’re not sure what he has in store for you, but you know it’s not going to sweet, and you find yourself imagining all sorts of scenarios with him.

Jisung is next. Confident, demanding with his cock. Mumbles “slut” a few times, and thrusts his hips erratically. He’s unpredictable, and you splutter when he pushes far too deep for you. A flicker of fear and concern crosses his features, and you get the urge to help him stay in the character he’s trying to portray. You moan enthusiastically, and he quickly recovers, fucking you without restraint.

Seungmin is last. He’s cruel with his words, and careless with his thrusts. He’s energy is cold, and you know that if you need to be punished, he’s the guy to give it to you. That is until he comes back with an oversized shirt and a tray of food, and asks you if you have any questions about the agreement.

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You sit alone in your cell and eat your dinner, wondering what the night will hold. You don’t have to wait long though, because Chan is walking towards your cell. 

“Y/n. It’s time for your interrogation with Detective Minho and Officer Seungmin.”

Fuck.

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[freedomfireflies]

Love Me*

Summary: The fifth and final part to Teach Me*

You and your best friend Harry have a few things to figure out.

So, why not figure them out while you're riding his face?

Word Count: 8.1k

*Contains Mature and Explicit Content. Take care of yourself first, only consume what you feel comfortable with!*

“Watermelon.”

Instantly, you go deathly still, muscles straining as the word echoes around the walls of your mind. Repeating itself over, and over, and over.

You attempt to sit up, but he doesn’t let you. He keeps his arms around you like a vice, caging you against his chest as his heart races beneath your cheek.

“What’s wrong?” you whisper, a certain ringing in your ears that won’t quiet. “What is it, what’s wrong?”

Somehow, his touch constricts even tighter, snaking around your ribcage as if to suffice as his reply.

“Harry?” you ask a bit louder, and you feel him stiffen at the sudden volume. “Harry, what’s wrong?”

He’s quiet. Far too quiet as his chin meets the crown of your head. 

“Harry,” you stress for a third time. “What happened? What is it? If you’re gonna use your safe word, you have to tell me—”

“Nothing,” he breathes, fingers digging into the skin on your side. Bracing himself from the truth. “Nothing. Never mind.”

“Never mind?” you nearly gasp as he finally lets go, allowing you to scramble upright. “Harry…you can’t say that and then never mind—”

“I didn’t mean to say it,” he mumbles, meeting your eye for only a moment before his lashes flutter and he looks off into the bedroom. “I just…I forgot. It’s nothing. Everything’s fine, okay? Just forget it.”

He pushes himself up as you climb off the bed, but your attention never leaves him. Studying his expression closely to find the real answer. 

“Harry…” you venture cautiously, and again, you catch the way he hesitates. “If I did something—”

“No.” His answer is instantaneous, head shaking once before he looks up. “No. I told you, it’s fine. Really—”

“It can’t be fine if you said it—”

“Well, I didn’t mean to—”

“How can you not have meant to? What were you trying to say? Nothing else really sounds like watermelon—”

“Just…forget it, okay?” he sighs as he stands up and reaches for his boxers. “What’s the opposite of watermelon? I’ll say that.”

“Harry,” you huff for the hundredth time. “You…look, if there’s something we need to talk about—”

“There’s not.” The conviction in his voice is final as he proceeds to slip his shirt back on. 

You’re slow to do the same, shimmying back into your clothes while also trying to maintain his focus. “We agreed that this only worked if we talked to each other. If we trusted each other—”

“This has nothing to do with trust, Bee,” he insists as he glances over at you. “I told you, it’s fine—”

“It’s not fine.” You nearly want to whine at his stubbornness. You’ve known him long enough to understand his little tricks. His tells. The way he avoids confrontation.

The way he avoids how he really feels.

“It is,” he says again, now brushing past you toward the door. “Okay? So…please. Just forget it.”

“I can’t forget it,” you argue as you follow him to the kitchen. “It’s a safe word for a reason. It means that you can say it and feel safe. That you can tell me what’s wrong, and what you’re thinking—”

“I don’t—” he begins before his eyes squeeze together and his jaw clamps shut. “I’m thinking I don’t wanna talk about this anymore. Okay? I just…I wanna drop it. So let’s drop it.”

You watch as he braces himself against the kitchen sink, hands gripping onto the tub as he leans back and aims his glare at the floor.

And it hurts. It hurts to go from happily content in his arms to anxiously dejected a few feet away.

It hurts to know that there’s clearly something wrong that he refuses to share. Hurts to know you can’t help. Even after everything.

You taught him how to touch you.

But not how to talk to you.

You straighten up. “Fine,” you agree. “Fine, we’ll drop it.”

“Thank you.”

The small space falls quiet as you do your best to ignore the ever-present ringing in your ears.

Dropping it doesn’t fix it.

But you don’t know what else to do.

“I think…I think I’m gonna go,” you whisper, already taking a step back.

His head lifts, lips parting as he watches you move away from him. “Oh…okay.”

Despite it all, you wish he’d ask you to stay.

After retrieving your things from his room, you head for the door to his apartment, your heart dragging behind you on the floor.

He doesn’t move from his spot. He doesn’t chase after you or try to explain. He watches you walk away from him as if he always expected you to.

You pause to glance over your shoulder and find him. To offer him one last chance. “Harry?”

“…yeah?”

You take a deep breath. “Do you regret it now?”

You half expected his answer to come as quickly as the others.

But this one doesn’t.

This one seems to catch in his throat as his expression falls. “…I don’t know.”

And that tells you everything.

You don’t hear from Harry for three days.

He doesn’t text you. You don’t text him.

He doesn’t call you. You don’t call him.

You’re not trying to be petty. You’re not even trying to punish him, you’re just…

Confused.

You and Harry don’t fight. Not once in the fifteen years that you’ve known each other.

Sometimes you’ll get into spats. Or heated arguments. But you don’t ice each other out. You don’t resort to games and the silent treatment.

If that’s even what this is.

You knew opening this door in your friendship would make it impossible to close.

And now, it’s letting in a draft.

And after everything you felt with him, after everything you realized…

Having him so far away, so distant…makes you feel empty.

Incomplete.

As if there’s a missing piece to your puzzle.

You allow yourself to wonder if he’s simply learned all that he’s needed to learn from you. If he’s ready to be a good partner for Tina, and ready to resume just a platonic, non-sexual friendship with you.

Which you’d be more than okay with.

Really.

You would.

You’d have to be.

Because you don’t want to know what happens…if you wouldn’t.

So, you shove all thoughts of Harry and his lessons away. You reject each memory of his hands, and his lips, and his body, and his cock.

And you continue on with your life. You revert back to the way it was before, when it was just you and your vibrator.

But nothing is ever that simple, and you should have anticipated that even before there was a frantic knock on your door.

Confused, you toss your throw blanket aside and stand from the couch.

And when you swing the door open, you find Harry. Standing in your hallway. Slightly out of breath and wearing a curious expression on his face.

Kind of like the day he asked to eat you out.

The rush of deja vu almost overwhelms you as you blink at him. “…uh, hi?”

“Hi.” His greeting is as rushed as his gasp for air, as if he ran all the way up the five flights of stairs. 

“What��are you doing here?” you ask hesitantly, letting your eyes trail down his body, cautiously looking for an explanation.

There’s a pause as he seems to study you back before he straightens up and takes a step forward.

“I’m finishing the list,” he exhales before seizing your face between his hands and kissing you.

You don’t have time to grasp onto the concept of his lips as he walks you backward toward the wall, kicking the door shut on his way in.

And he takes. Exactly the way he had before. He takes and he savors, and he owns. He says everything with this one kiss. Everything you know he can never say aloud.

Everything.

You don’t fight him on it. You probably should. Should probably stop him and ask him what he’s doing. Ask him what happened, what changed.

But maybe you don’t wanna know what’s changed. Maybe you’re just grateful it did.

So, you kiss him back. You kiss him, and you whisper his name, and you let your hands scratch down the back of his neck.

And you revel in the way he groans. In the way he drags his teeth down your throat to freshen up the already fading marks from the time before.

Then, his fingers trail down your arm to latch onto your wrist. And he tugs. Tugs you away from the wall he had pressed against so he can drag you toward your room.

“What are you doing?” you murmur as you scramble after him, an excited shiver traveling down your spine.

“You’re gonna sit on my face,” he declares, practically slinging you toward the bed. “Gonna sit on my fucking face and let me taste you.”

Your ass meets the mattress as he towers above. And despite how enthralled the idea has you…you pause. “Harry…I don’t know if that’s—”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” he interrupts, leaning down to press his palms to the bed, caging you between his arms. “I don’t wanna talk, I don’t want to overthink…I just want you to sit on my face.”

Your lashes flutter. “Harry—”

“No,” he repeats. He offers a single shake of his head. “No. You said this is about trust, right?”

“Right, but—”

“So trust me,” he whispers, dipping closer until the tip of his nose brushes against yours. “Trust me when I say it’s fine. Trust me…when I say the only thing I want…is to have you ride my tongue.”

And right now as you stare at him, and feel him, and inhale him…you have no other choice but to trust him, too.

“Okay,” you breath, already desperate to have him touch you. Hold you. Remind you why it felt so right in the first place.

“Okay?” he checks, the corner of his mouth curling up in a pleased smile.

You nod. “Okay. I trust you.”

And he’s overcome with exhilaration as he grabs onto the back of your neck to bring your mouth to his.

It’s only been two minutes—tops. But you’d missed his kisses. Missed having his lips on yours. Missed the way he completely owned you. 

Missed the way he made you his.

He guides you onto your back, laying you against the mattress comfortably while allowing him the room to crawl on top of you.

And his frantic touches follow you all the way down, his nimble fingers dancing up your shirt until they can find your bare chest.

You gasp into his bottom lip as he takes you into his palm, effortlessly and expertly caressing you until you’re arching into his touch. 

He groans when he feels you. Takes pleasure in having you. Getting to hold you the way he is now. Explore you.

His knee makes a home against your cunt, pressing into you subtly, as if to jumpstart the process. And you squirm against it, lungs aching for air as you tangle your hands in his curls.

And for a moment, you both simply enjoy. Enjoy this rather innocent connection. This innocent sensation of your bodies finding a rhythm together. This harmonious link between your body and his.

Then, he scoops his arm beneath your hips and rolls you both over.

Your knees meet the bed, one on each side of his waist as you brace yourself against his chest.

He grins lazily but he’s far too focused on the task at hand. So, he curls his fingers around your sleep shorts and begins to pull them down. 

There’s a bit of awkward shifting and rearranging that follows as you help him toss them aside.

But once they’re off, his palms wrap around the backs of your thighs, and he brings you closer.

You’ve ridden a face before. Have quite enjoyed it, in fact.

But Harry…Harry isn’t just someone. Harry is…Harry.

And riding Harry’s face is a lot different than riding his thigh.

But he doesn’t give you a moment to think about that. And you’re almost positive he knows you are.

Because he shoots you this look of warning before tugging you closer to him, forcing your knees to scuffle a bit closer until you’re exactly where he wants you.

You take hold of the headboard to brace yourself, already tingling from where his fingertips are pressing into your skin.

And you can feel him breathing against you. Soft, chaste kisses being trailed along your inner thigh as he travels his way up. 

He might be new at this, but he knows exactly what he’s doing. At least when it comes to you, and you could almost smile at his attention to detail.

“Relax for me, Bee,” he instructs, nose bumping your clit as your breath hitches. “Come on, it’s all right. Just relax and let me taste you.”

You try to do as instructed, allowing yourself to sink down a bit closer. 

But the moment he drags his tongue through your arousal, you suck in a sharp breath and straighten up.

“Bee,” he growls, hands already pulling you back down. A bit harder than he had before.

“I’m sorry,” you gasp, lids growing heavy as the lust-induced haze begins to wash over you. “M’sorry, just don’t…don’t wanna hurt you—”

“And what did I fucking say about that?” he nearly snaps. “Hurt me. Fucking suffocate me, if you have to. Sit on my goddamn face until I can’t breathe.”

“Harry,” you whisper, eyes screwing shut as he repeats his previous action. “I don’t…I can’t—”

The sharp smack to your ass makes your head drop back. It’s loud, and it’s firm, and it stings more than his previous spanking.

But it’s fucking amazing.

“I’m not gonna tell you again,” he warns. “You’re gonna ride my fucking tongue until I’ve had enough. Is that understood?”

You feel yourself clench around nothing from the dominant tone of voice. Nails already scratching down the wood of your headboard as you try to find the strength to speak.

There’s another zealous slap to your skin, his palm painting your body red with salacious intentions. “Answer me, baby girl.”

“Yes,” you whine. “Yes, I understand.”

“That’s my girl,” he hums, lips ghosting your cunt as he speaks. “You do what I say. Go where I tell you to go. Let me put you exactly where I fucking want you.”

And to prove this point, he tugs on your hips until your pussy meets his mouth.

And suddenly everything makes sense.

It’s fucking magic the way he treats you. The way he tastes you. The way he covers his tongue in your need for him. 

He sucks and he swallows, and he pulls you so far down onto him that you’re surprised you don’t disappear into him.

But it’s…

Everything.

The only concept you truly understand in this moment. Him and his mouth and this endless desire to take. To have.

And you let him. Let him have you. Let him roll you over his tongue as he laps at you like he’s an animal.

“Harry,” you breathe for a second time, legs shaking from beside his head. “Fuck…please—”

Another spank lands firmly against your outer thigh. You can’t tell if this is to please you or to punish you, but either way…you enjoy it.

You swallow another curse as you surrender to his instructions, allowing yourself to be guided even further down.

“That’s it,” he says before nipping at your clit with his teeth. “Knew you liked it. Knew you needed me to take care of you, didn’t you?”

Your whimper comes from deep in the back of your throat as you let one hand travel down to his hair.

And when you scratch at his scalp with bliss, he smiles.

“Oh, you did,” he answers for you. “Needed someone to make it better. Needed someone to do it right.”

And those stories you used to tell him about Eric come rushing back as you’re reminded of all the ways he’d never been able to get you off.

And the way Harry has done nothing but get you off since the moment you started.

 “Don’t you?” he pushes, clearly wanting to hear your confirmation, and you’re not surprised he has a praise kink. “Fucking needed me—”

“Yes,” you tell him. “Yes, always needed you—”

Another slap. “That’s right. Know you do. Know you need someone to make you feel so fucking good. Make you come the way you deserve. Make you see fucking stars—”

You cry out something resembling his name as his fingers begin to scrape down your legs. Forcing you impossibly closer. Forcing you to give him everything.

And he’s relentless. You truly cannot fathom anything besides the feel of his lips on your pussy or the way he holds you over his face or even the way he speaks to you. The low vibrations dancing right up the back of your spine.

Your mind is blank. Filled with nothing but images and feelings and ideas. Of the pleasure barreling toward you at an alarming rate. At the way he’s been working on you for only a few minutes but already you’re at the mercy of his objective. 

“Please, please, please.” The word drips from your mouth like falling rain. Over, and over, and over. You can’t do anything else but beg. Beg him to keep going, beg him to go harder, beg him to never stop.

“So fucking good,” he murmurs, tongue driving inside before curling. Beckoning your release closer. “Aren’t you, baby girl? So fucking good for me—”

You nod, lip between your teeth as you chew. 

“Make me so happy,” he says, nails clawing at the base of your spine. “Don’t you? Make Daddy so proud—”

“Shit—” Your forehead finds the headboard as you tug on his curls. It’s almost too much. Yet somehow not enough. “Harry—”

“Uh-uh,” he tuts, guiding you up as your chest just about caves in. “No. Try again.”

“Har—”

“Try again.”

Your eyes roll, half from the pleasure but mostly from the pain of his annoyance before you oblige. “Daddy…please.”

He doesn’t answer with words, instead forcing you back down to continue his ministrations. 

He knows you’re close. You know he knows. And his desire to get you there is power in itself. 

Because even after everything, even after fighting, even after years of friendship and dad jokes…he wants to take care of you.

Wants to give you exactly what you deserve.

So…he does.

The sound of his name on your tongue is dissolute and depraved. Needy and pathetic and filled with the kind of yearning you yourself don’t even understand.

But you welcome the relief with open arms. Welcome the way he holds onto you as he swallows the rush that follows.

And he fucking groans. In a similarly desperate way that nearly doubles the length of your orgasm. 

He’s never sounded so content. So satisfied and pleased. And you do feel good. Feel so good to have made him so proud. To have been the reason for this eager agreeance. 

But then…he doesn’t stop.

He doesn’t stop, even after you’ve attempted to squirm up and away from his continued attempts. Even after you’ve whined, “Harry,” and scratched a little harder on his scalp.

He keeps going.

“Har,” you sigh, already too sensitive to form a cohesive thought. “Har…s’okay…I came—”

“I know,” he says simply, palms pressing into your side to keep you exactly where you are. “And you’re gonna come again.”

“Harry,” you gasp, almost as if shocked by the very idea. “Har, I…s’too—”

“What?” His tongue flattens against your cunt before dragging up toward your clit. “Overstimulation was on your list, right?”

Your lashes flutter rapidly as you rest one hand back on the headboard. “I’m…yes…yeah—"

“Then you’re gonna come for me again,” he informs you. “And again. And again, until I’ve decided you’re done.”

And you want to argue. Wanted to tell him that you’re exhausted but you can already feel the next one on its way.

Because he’s speaking to you in that familiarly aggressive way that makes your heart pound. That makes your skin erupt into goosebumps and your brain turn to mush.

God, his voice. His voice alone could do damage. Could tip you over the edge a hundred times. He could be whispering the fucking alphabet and you’d be putty in his hands.

And maybe it shouldn’t be so easy to turn you so submissive, but you’ll happily do as he asks as long as he keeps asking you in that voice.

As long as he keeps telling you that your pleasure is his. That you…are his.

Nobody else exists outside of this room. Not Eric. Not Tina. Not any future lovers or partners.

Not even any consequences.

Right now, in this room…it’s just you.

The second one doesn’t hit as hard as the first, but it still knocks you off-kilter, forcing you to shake within his hold.

But he keeps you steady. In more ways than one. He makes sure you don’t have the room or space to crawl off him, or even think about takingyour pussy away from his greedy search.

“Harry,” you mewl, pulling so hard on his curls that it has to hurt. “Please…please—”

You aren’t sure if you’re asking him to stop or let you come again, but either way, he pursues the third one. 

And this time…he adds his hand.

After repositioning you just so, he easily slips two fingers inside, meeting your g-spot almost instantly. 

You nearly go blind from how good it feels, how hard it hits you. From how happy you are to find relief in his arms.

The third is kinder to you. Shorter but much more intense. Like a burst of pure adrenaline and euphoria. 

It almost hurts when you finally begin to unwind, and his movements start to slow. He must be able to tell you don’t have too much left to offer and you appreciate the way he eases out of you with great care.

He helps shuffle you back until you can collapse onto the bed beside him. But he doesn’t let you go too far, one arm wrapping around your shoulders to help cement you into his side.

Your leg tangles between the two of his while your face buries into his neck. You’re spent. Physically and emotionally. But he allows you a moment to rest, fingers stroking your skin gently to help bring you back to him.

“You okay?” he murmurs, turning his head so his lips can meet your forehead. “S’it too much?”

“No,” you breathe, eyes falling closed as you inhale the comforting scent of his cologne. “No, it was good. A little confusing…but good.”

And you know he knows what you mean.

But still, he chooses not to respond. Chooses not to offer any sort of insight into what happened that day in his room.

Instead, his arm pulls you closer. “Well…did we cover everything? Is there anything left to check off?”

Your head rolls back so you can see him, the idea already taking root in your mind. “I can think of one more thing…if you’re up for it.”

His eyebrow raises.

You smile. “Pegging.”

He leans back, eyes growing wide. “Really?”

“Yeah. But…only if you were actually serious about that,” you correct as you begin to sit up. “Most guys are a little hesitant about it, and I guess I get why. So…if you don’t think that’s something you’d really be—”

“I’d be honored if you’d fuck me.”

You blink. “Really?”

“Really.” His hand comes up to brush a fallen hair behind your ear, touch lingering on your cheek as he studies you. “I know you’d do it right.”

You grin. “I’m flattered you have so much confidence in me.”

“I do,” he agrees softly, thumb sweeping across your jaw. “Of course I do. You should know that.”

But you don’t know that. Not after what he said last time.

And the reminder of your previous argument makes you hesitate. “You need to really think about what you’re agreeing to, Har. Because if you don’t like it, and you want to stop…I need to know that you’ll tell me. I need to know that you trust me enough to tell me what you need.”

His brows pull together, lips quickly falling into a frown as his hand drops to his chest. “You know I trust you—”

“Do I?”

His tongue comes out to run over his bottom lip. “I promise. I trust you. I want to do this. I want to try it. With you.”

“Har—”

“If I don’t like it, I’ll say something. I promise,” he continues. “But I won’t know if I like it or not until I try. And you should always try everything at least once, right?”

You huff. “Yeah, but—”

“Come on…don’t you wanna fuck me?” he teases, gingerly nudging you with his elbow. “I’ll be such a good boy, I swear.”

And you groan at the playful way he speaks, already feeling much better about the proposition. “God. See? This is why I think you’re annoying.”

“You love me,” he declares as you stand from the bed.

And for some reason, your stomach tightens. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You gonna sit there all day or are you gonna strip?”

Instantly, he perks up, watching you closely as you rummage through your nightstand. “What, I have to take my clothes off by myself? You’re not gonna help me?”

“Nope.” You glance over and nod your chin at him. “Go on. Be a good boy.”

This time, he rolls his eyes as he laughs and begins to undo his pants.

As he begins to undress, you begin to gather what you’ll need. You locate the bottle of lube and the dildo, heart in your throat as you allow yourself to imagine what’s about to happen.

You don’t know if he’ll truly like it or not. You want him to. Want to give him as much pleasure as he’s given you. As much pleasure as he deserves. 

But…guys are weird about this. And this kind of intimacy goes far behind missionary.

You know what you’re doing. This isn’t your first time exploring the pleasures of a strap-on with a guy. You know you’ll be able to take care of him for as long as he lets you. 

You just…don’t want it to change anything else. You don’t want him to retreat into himself the way he did last time.

You don’t want to lose him.

You can’t.

Once you’re ready, you return to the bed just as he’s peeling his shirt off his chest and tossing it toward the floor.

And you let yourself admire him. Let yourself drink in each tattoo, each scar, each dip of his muscles. 

He is beautiful.

You notice the way he smiles at your admiration before looking down at the items in your lap. “Where, uh…where do you want me?”

You glance over the mattress. “Hands and knees should be good. Just…anywhere you feel comfortable.”

He nods once, swallowing thickly as he steps forward and begins to crawl back onto the bed.

The room is eerily quiet as you both move into position. You hadn’t expected things to feel so…heavy. But you suppose they are. Suppose neither one of you anticipated your adventure leading you here.

But…you don’t exactly mind.

He stills when he’s gotten into position, head dropping as he stares at your duvet and waits for your next instruction.

You clear your throat and reach out to smooth your palm down his spine. He jolts when he feels you but relaxes quickly, exhaling an anxious sigh.

“You okay?” you call softly, continuing the gentle caress to loosen him up. 

He nods again. “Yeah. Promise. Just…nervous? I guess?”

“I know,” you whisper, settling onto your knees as you dip down to press a kiss to his bare hip. “You still trust me?”

And you can feel the way his entire body goes rigid from your mouth on his skin, his chin meeting his chest. “Yes.”

“Promise?”

“Fucking promise, Bee. Just…”

“Just what?” Your fingers dance toward his ass, ghosting over the curve as you move your kisses toward the middle. “Tell me.”

You’re happy to put him under the same duress he put you earlier, and the way his fists curl around the blanket beneath him makes you smile.

“Bee,” he attempts to warn, but you aren’t having it.

You simply trail your lips down the back of his thigh, and hum, “Come on, Daddy…wanna take care of you. But I can’t until you tell me what you want.”

You can see just how badly he wants to comply, his cock swollen and red. You know that’s mostly thanks to him eating you out and you feel your cheeks warm at the knowledge that it did that to him.

That you did that to him.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” you coo, reaching around to slide your palm down the tip as he hisses and lurches forward. “Poor Daddy…bet it’d feel so good to come, wouldn’t it?”

“Bee…please,” he respires. “Please, just…god, please touch me. M’gonna lose my fucking mind.”

You smile again as you straighten back up and reach for the lube. “See? Was that so hard?”

“Yes.”

Your head shakes. “Mhm. Okay…I’m gonna start with a finger. But I need you to really be—”

“I know,” he whispers. “I know, I’m sure.”

“Okay,” you repeat, equally as soft before you squeeze the liquid into your hand. “Take a deep breath for me.”

He does, the muscles in his arms tensing as the tip of the bottle meets his ass. And when he feels the gel begin to drip down, he reels.

“That’s just the lube, Har,” you tell him, biting back a laugh.

“I know, but it’s cold,” he grumbles as you finish and toss the item aside. 

You give him another moment to unwind before you bring your pointer finger closer…and gingerly slide inside.

You’re more than careful, listening closely for his reaction. It sounds like…relief, but you can’t be sure.

“Har?” you call again, other hand smoothing along his hip to give it a squeeze. 

“M’fine,” he mumbles, once again fisting your duvet. “Promise. Go.”

“Are you—”

“Go,” he stresses before sucking in a quiet breath. “Please, baby. Go. Keep going.”

So, you do. You ease in a bit further until you’re about halfway in, pausing to let him adjust.

He seems to be doing pretty well, despite the way his stomach quivers and his cock twitches. 

And after pumping him once or twice with great care, you push in to the knuckle.

He likes this, a particular groan emitting from his throat as he subtly shifts back into your hand. “Shit, Bee.”

“How’s it feel?”

He takes a moment to think. To find the right words. “Good. Full…I guess.”

“Yeah, and that’s only my finger.”

You hear him make a noise that resembles a laugh before he groans again. “God…please don’t stop. Please…I promise, I’m fine. I just…I…”

“Need more, don’t you?” you answer for him, working the lube in and out as he nods quickly. 

“Yes. Yes…more.”

And who are you to say no?

You pump him a few more times before bringing a second finger into play. Again, you go slow. Making sure to gauge each sound and movement he makes so as to not hurt him. Or catch him off guard. 

But he’s growing desperate. Mindlessly following your thrusts as he grows accustomed to the feeling. As he becomes familiar with the pleasure it brings him.

His jaw drops, hand coming up to his cock to stroke it lazily, needing some sort of friction.

But you reach around and slap it away, tsking as you warn, “Not yet. Not until I’m ready—”

“Bee,” he whines, and the desperate waver in his voice almost guts you.

“Shh. Just one more minute, okay?”

“Please…"

“I know. M’almost ready. Promise.”

He does his best to comply, nodding weakly as he lets his hand drop back down to the bed.

And you feel bad for him, you do. But seeing him so unhinged just about ruins you, and you can feel the way your cunt aches. The way it practically yearns for him, dripping all down your thighs as you continue to work your fingers into him.

And once you’re sure he’s ready…you reach for the dildo.

You’re more than generous with the lube, making sure to keep the experience pleasurable and easy.

And the dildo itself isn’t all that intimidating. Not nearly as big as he is. Average, at best. Perfect for a beginner.

The lack of stimulation makes him restless, and your heart clenches for him as you secure the strap-on around your hips and finally bring the tip back to his glistening hole.

The faint brush of it makes him whimper, and the sound of this confident man coming undone by your hand is what changes everything.

Everything.

It’s music. A goddamn symphony, and you chase the sound by slowly easing the dildo in.

An easy enough task, exactly like you’d hoped.

But he loses it.

The moan is deep and vulgar, echoing off the walls of your bedroom as you squeeze your legs together and press your fingers further into his hip.

“Good,” you hum, dipping down to kiss the base of his spine. “So good, Har. Promise. You okay?”

“Fucking shit,” is his reply. “Shit, shit, shit.”

You smile. “Give me your hand.”

He sluggishly reaches back for you, fingers intertwining with yours when you find him. And it makes your stomach flip but it’s not what you had in mind.

You bring your hands over to his cock, guiding him along the swollen shaft as he instantly ruts into your palm.

“Bee,” he gasps, squeezing both your knuckles and his tip. “Please—”

“I know,” you say again, continuing to work the dildo into him. Slowly at first before you find a steadier rhythm. “I know, doing so good—”

“Shit—”

“That’s it. Just like that. Like when I play with you, don’t you?”

He nods as you both begin to pump him, now matching the pace you've set with your thrusts and the dildo. "Yes...yes. Please don't stop—"

"Won't. Promise," you whisper, kissing down his hip. 

His squirming increases, the one arm holding him up now shaking as he does his best to remain upright. 

But it feels too good. You can see the pleasure written all over the side of his face, and it does fucking wonders for you.

You've never felt more proud to be responsible for his pleasure. To be responsible for making him fall apart the way he is. For showing him exactly what he deserves.

And he takes it. Takes it so fucking well, clutching onto you as you continue to work him closer. 

And he feels so good. So good in your hand. So heavy, and needy, and ready for the release you've promised him.

You want to give him that release more than anything. Want to show him how good it can be. Want to show him the fucking stars.

He yells when he finds it. Your name and about a string of curses, all falling from his tongue one after the other.

He covers your hand, and your bed, and his stomach. And when he collapses, he takes you with him, pulling you down until your chest meets his back.

You imagine this can't be all that comfortable for him, especially with the dildo now halfway out, but he doesn't complain.

He continues to hold onto your wrist as he works to catch his breath.

And you don't fight it.

A minute or two passes before you gently ease the object out, unclip it from your body, and toss it aside.

He hisses at the loss of contact before settling once more, fingers still cemented to your hand.

You know you’ll need to clean up, but he doesn’t seem to have any future plans to do so.

It makes you smile, your cheek pressing into the space between his shoulder blades. His skin hot and slightly sweaty. 

For some reason…it feels good.

“Bee?” he calls quietly, as if not to disrupt the tender moment.

You hum.

“Thank you.”

You let your eyes flutter shut. “Hey, what are friends for?”

A beat.

He tenses. “Yeah…”

Then, the silence returns.

But this time, it’s different.

This time…it’s heavy.

And when he lets go of your hand, you realize it’s not just in your head. 

Things happen quickly. You barely get the chance to roll off of him before he’s sitting up and climbing off the bed. You don’t even have time to ask what changed as he begins reaching for his clothes to re-dress, your heart instantly dropping to your stomach.

“Har…?” you stammer as you awkwardly reach for your underwear. And this rush of deja vu is much more unpleasant than the last. “What…what’s—”

“I gotta go,” he mumbles under his breath, his back to you as he slips his hoodie on. “I forgot. I’ve got…something I’ve gotta do.”

“Oh…” Your chest deflates as you watch him step into his shoes. “What…um, what do you have to do?”

Once he straightens back up, he stills, and you wish you could see his face. “S’not important.”

With that, he heads for your living room, leaving you behind.

And you watch him go, a dumb founded look on your face as he makes his way for the front door.

A hundred and one things instantly run through your mind, from explanations to unpleasant realizations.

But the moment you watch him disappear into the hallway without so much as a glance back, you realize none of it fucking matters.

Just him.

You chase after him, scrambling toward the lobby in hot pursuit as he pushes through the double doors and disappears into the parking lot.

And you’re right behind, slipping out as well as he strides away from you, when you’re suddenly forced to a screeching halt the moment you’re met with a downpour of rain.

The sky is dark, the only smattering of light coming from the few street lamps placed along the sidewalk.

You hadn’t realized it was so late, or so rainy, but you don’t let it stop you.

Instead, you plant your feet onto the steps of the building, and shout, “Watermelon!”

It echoes across the parking lot until you see him freeze, his drenched back still to you.

Then…he turns.

Only about halfway, the hood on his head allowing just enough light to catch the side of his face.

But it’s enough.

“Watermelon,” you repeat as you take a step closer, water trickling down your hair, your body, your clothes. But you don’t care. “I call watermelon.”

He frowns. “The hell are you doing? Go back inside—”

“No.” Your teeth grit, fingers squeezing into fists by your side as a rumble of thunder rolls across the sky. “No. I want you to talk to me.”

His hands disappear into his pockets as he tosses a glare your way. “I told you, I don’t wanna talk—”

“Tough shit.” You take another step. “’Cause I do. And you owe me that.”

The frown deepens. “Bee…don’t.”

 “No, you don’t.” Another step. “After everything we’ve been through…you really think you can’t talk to me? You really think I’m not trustworthy enough to hear what’s going on?”

He scoffs and glances away. “God, you never fucking listen. I told you, it’s not—”

“No, you didn’t tell me. You didn’t tell me anything,” you remind him, volume raising ever-so-slightly as you continue closer. “Something is wrong, Harry. I know you. And I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me—”

“I don’t want you to fix it,” he seethes. “I want you to drop it.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because we don’t do that. We work it out.”

“We can’t work this out.”

You hesitate as the first clue slips free. “So there is something to work out?”

He sighs, eyes falling shut. “Bee…please go back inside—”

“No.” Yet another step. “No. What is it? What happened? What did I do—”

“Nothing,” he nearly growls, whirling around to face you as if to really nail in his point. “I fucking told you. Nothing—”

“Then what?”

“Bee—”

“What? Is this about Tina—"

“For fuck’s sake—”

“Seriously, did she say something—"

“Bee—”

“Is she mad about this—”

“Can you just—”

“What? Do you feel guilty—”

“No, I just—”

“If you wanted to stop, all you had to do was say something—”

“I didn’t—that’s not—”

“Then what, Har? What happened? Why won’t you fucking—”

“I can’t do this.”

You stop.

He stops.

But nothing else stops. Not the rain. Not the lightning. Not the thunder. Not the racing in your chest as your heart beats against your ribcage like a goddamn drum.

I can’t do this.

You don’t think you heard him right. “…what?”

He scrapes his teeth together. “I can’t…I don’t wanna be friends with you. I don’t wanna be just friends with you, I don’t…fuck.”

He looks down at the wet cement as your lashes flutter and you work overtime to figure out what he’s saying.

“I—for fuck’s sake,” he hisses, almost more to himself before his eyes snap back to yours. “Look, I know that all of this was just…you helping me out. Okay? I know that. I know it meant nothing.”

A crack of lightning strikes the sky and somehow, it’s still not as intimidating as what he’s about to stay.

“But then…it did mean something,” he continues, a bit softer. “It meant everything.”

You don’t know what to say. Don’t know what he wants you to say.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that,” he grumbles, frowning once more. “I know, okay? I know. And that’s not…we agreed that it would just be…this. Just this. Nothing else. ’Cause we don’t do anything else. We don’t do…whatever, okay? I know.”

He looks back out into the dark city, leaving you to stare blankly at the side of his face. 

“But it’s you,” he says, hands nestling further into the hoodie. “It’s you, and it’s always been you. Fucking always, Bee. Ever since we were kids. And I didn’t…I didn’t know why. Didn’t even know what it was, but it’s never felt like this with anyone else. Only you.”

Only you.

“And I don’t wanna…fuck, I don’t wanna lose you,” he just about sighs. “I can’t fucking lose you, Bee. But it just…I don’t think I can do this and not fall in love with you.”

You suck in sharp breath, and he looks back.

“Because I will,” he whispers, despite the rain. But you hear it, clear as day. “I will fall in love with you, and I don’t know what I’ll do if you won’t have me.”

He stops now. Allowing the words to sink in. Allowing the truth to make a home in your mind.

And you work to understand. Work to find a response…but the only thing you manage is:

“What about Tina?”

After all, this started with her. It’s only fair that she play her part now.

His expression twists. You don’t know which way. “I like Tina. She’s nice. And she’d probably be really good for me.”

A pause.

“But she’s not you,” he finishes, and for some reason…you’re filled with relief. “It doesn’t feel like this with her. I don’t think it ever will.”

“You don’t mean that,” you blurt out, head shaking quickly. “No, it was just the sex. It’s throwing you off, it...it screws everything up and makes people think they feel one way…when they don’t.”

“Bee…” he begins, almost as if tired, but you barrel on.

“No, you said it yourself. Remember? Endorphins and shit?” You brush some wet hair from your face. “You just…it’s not me. It’s just the sex.”

“No.” He sounds so sure. So confident in his decision. “No, it’s not. It’s you. Always you, Bee—”

“Har—”

“You don’t have to like it. But that’s how it is—”

“Harry…you just…you don’t—”

“But I do.”

“Harry.” You want to stomp your foot. “You can’t…you don’t mean it. You’re confused.”

His eyes soften. “I’m not. I mean…I am, but not about why. Not about this—not about you.”

A pause settles between you as more thunder echoes across the dark sky.

And you look at him. Really look at him. Look for the truth, or the deception, or for anything that will help you make sense of all this.

“You said watermelon,” you remind him, blinking the droplets of rain from your eyes. “Why did you say watermelon?”

Another sigh as he glances back down at his sneakers. “’Cause…I knew. I knew I was starting to…need you. More than I should. And it fucking…it fucking scared me. It scared me how fucking…real it felt.”

Truthfully, you’re a little surprised that the man who has never once before admitted defeat would now confess his fear to you.

 But it makes your head spin.

“And I just…it was a lot,” he continues. “Seeing you. Seeing what I’d done. I mean…the marks. On your neck. I did that. I’ve never done that to someone before. But then I did. And I liked it. I liked getting to be that way with you, and it fucking terrified me. Because what if I hurt you? Actually hurt you somewhere down the line? I’d never fucking forgive myself.”

Your lips press into a quivering line. “…why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because it didn’t matter,” he huffs, stepping back. “It doesn’t matter. None of it fucking matters because you don’t feel that way, and we’re finished with the list anyhow.”

You instantly follow after him, bridging the gap he made. “Don’t. It always matters with us, Har. Always. I mean…do you really think I haven’t wondered the same thing? Do you think it’s been fucking easy to do this with you and then just go back to watching Schitt’s Creek? It’s killed me. Fucking ruined me from the inside out to watch you walk away from me.”

His teeth grit once again, as if steeling himself from the truth.

“You mean everything to me, you goddamn twat,” you just about shout. “Sex or no sex, it doesn’t change that. I agreed to do this with you because I knew it was us. I knew we would be okay. Because we had to be okay. I can’t lose you either, Har. So stop trying to make me—”

“Then, what do you want me to do, huh?” he bellows. “Just wait around for you to believe me?”

“I…I do believe you, I just…I—”

“You just don’t feel the same way—”

“No, I didn’t say that—”

“Then what—”

“I…I—”

“What? I have to tell you, but you don’t have to tell me—”

“That’s not…that’s—”

“What do you want, Bee? What do you want me to do, what do you expect me to—”

“I love you.”

He stops.

Suddenly, and all at once, his eyes going wide.

But you don’t stop. “I love you,” you repeat loudly. “And I’m fucking terrified, too. Because I don’t want it to be just about sex. I don’t want it to be just the endorphins and shit. I want it to be real. I want us to be real.”

The silence seems to span an eternity as the rain continues to beat down around you.

Then…he surges forward.

He grabs hold of your wet cheeks with his drenched hands and yanks you closer.

And he kisses you.

He kisses you until you’re more him than you. He kisses you until you no longer have the strength to stand or the power to fight him.

He kisses you until it makes sense.

After a moment, he pauses to allow you a minute to breathe. But he doesn’t go very far. He presses his forehead to yours and he keeps you.

And it’s fucking…everything.

“What if we’re not?” he whispers. “What if we’re not real? What if we aren’t…us?”

You shake your head. "We'll always be us."

He exhales a gentle laugh before brushing his thumbs across your skin. "What if it changes everything?"

You wish you could assure him that it won't. Or even that it will, but in the best way.

But you can’t.

So, instead, you squeeze your fingers around his wrists and smile. 

“There’s only one way to find out.”

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a macchiato, please | j.o

parte 1 parte 2 parte 3 parte 4 part 5

"Tell me, y/n," Emma says with a small smile, looking at me with amusement, her eyes filled with curiosity. "When will you tell Jenna how you feel?" She innocently asks.

My eyes widen, and I almost choke on the water I was drinking, surprised by the unexpected question.

"What?" I manage to stammer incredulously, trying to recover and steer the conversation. "Come on... it's obvious," Emma confesses with a playful smile on her lips, making me suddenly feel exposed.

We were in Georgie's trailer, a cozy temporary nest with scattered blankets and pillows, filled with anticipation for our movie night. We were waiting for Jenna, who was running late.

"I don't know what to say," I murmur with blushing cheeks, looking down at the floor, unsure of how to proceed. "I'm just a simple girl who works in a coffee shop... I'm not on her level," I add with a hint of discouragement, reluctantly admitting the perceived difference in social status.

Emma wraps her arm around my neck, looking at me with concerned and affectionate eyes.

"It's okay, girls?" Georgie suddenly chimes in, entering the trailer with a tray of snacks and chips, looking at us with curiosity.

"Oh, yes, don't worry," Emma responds with a genuine smile, and Georgie, understandingly, goes back to the kitchen with supplies in hand.

"Anyway... sometimes it's better to follow your heart and be with someone you're attracted to rather than aiming for someone just for their social status," Emma sweetly babbles, smiling knowingly. "Think about it," she says quickly, leaving me to ponder those words before removing her arm and giving me a pat on the shoulder.

"Do the others from the cast not want to come?" I ask with curiosity, trying to change the subject and dispel the awkwardness.

"I've already asked, but they declined the offer," Georgie replies from the kitchen, with a hint of disappointment in his voice. "But I'm happy you're here," he confesses with a smile as he comes out of the kitchen and sets up several bowls of chips, candies, and drinks.

A knock on the door grabs our attention, making us turn abruptly towards the trailer's entrance.

"That should be Jenna," Georgie exclaims quickly. "I'll go," he adds, walking towards the door.

"Go ahead, I'm not moving from here," Emma replies from the couch, reassuring, and I burst into laughter, appreciating her carefree attitude.

My eyes curiously watch the interaction between Georgie and Jenna at the door.

"Hey... hello, girls," Jenna exclaims with enthusiasm, entering the trailer and heading in our direction, her hair still wet from a recent shower.

I sigh as I see her figure, trying to ignore the rapid beating of my heart. Jenna was wearing a simple pink hoodie, Nike sweatpants, and I smile when I notice she's wearing my shoes.

Jenna approaches Emma and greets her with a quick hug while I observe everything from the floor, trying to hide my excitement. Jenna breaks the hug and moves gracefully, sitting on the floor next to me.

"Hey," Jenna murmurs softly, smiling sideways, her eyes shining with a kind light.

"Hello," I reply with a smile on my lips, trying to conceal the excitement that envelops me.

Jenna leans slightly, gracefully placing her lips on my cheek, giving me a long and touching kiss on it. The contact of her lips is like an electric spark, making my heart beat faster, and time seems to slow down, allowing me to savor every moment of that thrilling instant.

"Tell her," Emma says during a cough, making me blush at her words. "Did you say something, Emmy?" Jenna asks curiously, and the girl shakes her head with a small knowing smile.

"Alright, girls!" Georgie exclaims with enthusiasm, the only guy in the room. "What do we want to watch?" he asks excitedly.

"Didn't you say we were going to watch horror movies?" Emma asks absentmindedly, grabbing a handful of chips from the tray.

"Of course," Georgie rolls his eyes at the obviousness. "But what do you want to watch? Friday the 13th? The Babadook? Scream? I don't know, girls, decide."

"I want to watch Scream," Emma murmurs, looking at Jenna from the couch, "but I don't know if Jenna wants to," she says curiously.

"Oh... well... I don't mind," Jenna timidly confesses, "but I wanted to see the new horror movie from The House," she adds softly, resting her chin on her knees.

"Then we'll watch The House and Scream," Georgie says with a smile on his lips. "And you, y/n? What do you want to watch?" he asks curiously.

"Well... actually, in a few weeks, the latest Saw Enigma movie is coming out," I confess with a small smile, "but I don't think you want to watch nine movies," I admit with a small laugh.

Jenna puts her hand on mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"We said it, didn't we? A marathon," she says while looking at Emma and Georgie. "It's only 5:00 PM; we have the whole night," she adds, making her companions nod.

"So get comfortable!" Georgie exclaims excitedly, taking the remote control and walking in our direction to sit close to Emma on the couch. "If you scare me too much, I'll haunt you tomorrow," Emma says, taking a chocolate bar and a glass of Coca-Cola.

"Don't worry," Jenna mutters as she unwraps her snack. "At least mine isn't scary," she exclaims, raising the corner of her mouth.

Jenna takes a bite of her chocolate bar, and she looks at me with amused eyes. "Oh... mmmh..." she swallows. "Do you want some?" she asks as she chews on a piece of chocolate.

I nod, reaching out to take a piece of her chocolate bar, but Jenna moves my hand out of the way. "No, no," Jenna says with a smile on her lips. "Open your mouth," she says seriously.

I blush and move closer to her.

I open my mouth, trying to maintain a serious expression, and look at Jenna with anticipation, waiting for my piece of chocolate. The proximity between our faces is minimal, and I can see her delicate features clearly: the freckles that delicately dot her face, the long eyelashes framing her expressive eyes, and her full yet slender lips that seem to dance with their elegance. Jenna extends the bar toward me, not breaking eye contact, as if she wants to capture every expression on my face as I savor that small piece of chocolate. Her gaze is serious, but I see a glint of playful amusement in her eyes as she bites her lower lip.

"Don't count on me, Georgie," Emma intervenes. "The food is mine," she says with a jealous tone.

I smile shyly. "All right," Georgie mumbles offended. "Let's watch the movie," he adds quickly, pressing the play button to start the movie Scream.

The room was plunged into darkness, and the shadows seemed to creep in, adding an eerie layer to our movie night. The dimmed lights intensified the sense of anticipation, casting each face in an enigmatic glow.

As the movie started, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction as Jenna's image appeared on the screen. She had seamlessly slipped into the role of Tara Carpenter, and her presence was magnetic.

Her expressions and mannerisms were so convincing that it was impossible not to be captivated by her performance. With a knowing smile, I glanced in her direction, our eyes locking for a brief moment. Jenna's curiosity was evident in her gaze, and it stirred a warm feeling within me.

"What's up?" she whispers, and I lean in slightly to speak into her ear. "Nothing... just that you're amazing," I murmur with a small smile on my lips.

Jenna's cheeks colored slightly in response, a mixture of surprise and happiness. She turned her attention back to the movie but couldn't hide the subtle smile that graced her lips.

"Wow..." Emma whispers, impressed by the tension in the movie as Tara is repeatedly stabbed by Ghostface.

My eyes shift to the floor, noticing a slight movement beside me. I bite my lower lip, excited, as I see Jenna's pinky finger brushing against mine, giving me a quick touch. An involuntary sigh escapes my lips, and I reciprocate the gesture with tenderness.

Jenna smiles genuinely without taking her eyes off the movie, and slowly, she places her hand on top of mine, caressing it with her thumb. In response, I turn my hand and interlace my fingers with hers, feeling a comforting warmth that makes me smile even more.

The atmosphere in the room is charged with suspense, but that small contact between Jenna and me creates a moment of sweet intimacy, uniting our emotions and making the night even more special. The movie continues, but we get lost in that silent bond that grows stronger and more comforting than any fear suggested on the screen.

As the movies begin to play on the screen, I find myself sitting next to Jenna, and the warmth of her body next to mine makes me feel secure, as if everything is in its right place. Despite the initial excitement, I let myself be enveloped by the magic of the moment, knowing that the journey ahead will be faced together, with the support of the people we care about.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Same as it ever was 3

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as neglect, bullying, manipulation, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Between your home life and work, you just can’t catch a break. Especially after you draw the ire of your boss.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen ft. Pete Brenner

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Your turn to present comes and you stand up at the board, your budget projected as the bulb nearly blinds you. You point to the numbers and the accompanying graphs, going over each as best as you can. Your life might be an utter and complete mess but you know numbers. Your job is simple as simple gets and you can go over this ad nauseam.

Still, your focus is splintered as you find yourself stalling here and there. Each time you meet Mr Hansen's sparkling blue eyes, you nearly swallow your own tongue. You can't help but think of what you did in his office. Of what Pete would say when found out. And he will because you've never been a good liar and this isn't a secret you can keep. You just don't know how to say it.

He won't care that you were in a bind, that you were disgusted by yourself, that you didn't want to do it. You still did it. You betrayed your marriage. Even if it is a bit rocky, you made a vow. Despite the friction, you love Pete. You wouldn't have stuck around this long otherwise. It's just a rocky patch. Or it was, until this.

Your eyes linger on Hansen as he leans back in his chair and lets his gaze drift towards his lap. You gulp and look to the board, pointing out the projection as you finish up. You wallow in a momentary silence before you retreat and reclaim your seat at the conference table. You were absolutely certain to be as far from him as possible, though that was easy as all the executives cluster together.

You keep your attention at the front of the room. These things are always dull. You're not high up enough to care about more than your own piece in the puzzle. You don't make the big decisions, you just show what's there. 

You sip from your cold coffee. You feel your phone vibrating in your back pocket. Not now. You ignore it and tap your fingers on the table.

You glance around and once more find Hansen’s attention on you. He should be more concerned with the marketing presentation going on. You hide any tinge of emotion; irritation, confusion, humiliation, a peer up at the front.

The meeting ends just as you catch yourself nodding off. You shuffle out with the rest of the bodies and find your desk, nearly keeling over as you sit. You got what, an hour's sleep. You don't know if you can make it through.

Your phone goes off again. Great, what is it now? You really can't handle anything else today. Your morning has already drained you of everything you have left.

Shit, it's the school. You get up and answer your phone, marching between desks to find a quiet place. You dip down towards an empty meeting room and shut yourself in. The secretary tells you Malik got sick in gym class. Today? You sigh and promise you'll be there as soon as you can.

You put your hand to your forehead and yawn as you hang up. If you have any more caffeine, you're going to explode. You just need to get through it. You always do. Not for you, for the kids. That's what it's about.

You turn and find the door open, a figure against the frame. You could like and say you're surprised but you know Mr. Hansen isn't the type to let you sink in shame. He wants to rub it in.

"You know, I didn't think witches were real but you got magic hands, toots--"

"Sir," you fight to keep your voice even, "I just got a call from my kids' school--"

"Ew, let's not with the kids," he flicks his fingers dismissively, "I'm talking about us."

"Us?" You frown, "sir, please, I have to--"

"That husband of yours, he's lucky. Is that from practice or are you just that desperate to get your hands on some prime meat?"

You give him a look, the kind you give when you're trying not to yell. As a point, you don't raise your voice. He gives a shiver as if shaking off a chill.

"I'm teasing. I'm just... let's turn this thing around, honey. You got your budget, I got... off. And now we can get along. So, let me be a nice guy and say, go, get your kid, be a good mommy, and be back bright and early tomorrow."

You stutter. You don't quite believe him. It feels like a test. A trap. He smirks and lets his hand wander down his stomach. He grips himself through his pants.

"Unless, you want more--"

"I really have to go," you squeeze your phone, "my son--"

"Alright, alright, ugh, boring," he sneers, "I don't wanna hear about the kids."

"Um, okay," you near him, "thank you, Mr. Hansen."

"Yeah yeah," he backs out of the doorway, "don't stress it." He steps aside as you go into the hallway, "unclench a little."

As you turn, you stumble, a sudden clap against your ass throwing you off balance. You steady yourself but don't look back as he retracts his hand. Your eyes are wide, your steps stiff and stunted as you tell yourself to just keep going.

Shit, this is a problem.

Your job is stressful enough. The last thing you ever wanted was to be Hansen’s next target. It’s not something you ever worried about. You’re too old, too flabby, and too worn out. When he realises that, he’ll be back to the likes of Kendra. You don’t know who you should pity more; yourself or her.

You don't have capacity right now. One thing at a time. Get Malik home, then you can figure out how exactly your life is going to implode.

🗄️

You get Malik on the couch, bundled up watching his favourite cartoons, as you sit and stare at your phone. You know that even if you called, Pete wouldn't pick up. He's too busy for you. Still, your anxiety eats away at you and makes you impatient. You can't even enjoy the time away from the office.

You make some soup once your son's stomach settles but yours is in worse shape. You don't have an appetite, you're restless and exhausted. You're in pieces.

You know you can't go back and change things. Hell, you couldn't have done anything different. You have a mortgage, insurance, and children to look after. You can't throw it all away on one man's ego.

Still, you did something wrong. Something unforgivable. If you think Pete hates you now, he's going to despise you. And you might just lose everything anyway.

You sit and bend over, holding your head. God, you're stupid and weak and awful. You chose this, a family, a man who doesn't care, and a job that gives you nothing but stress. You could've had a better life and never inflicted your mistake on anyone else.

"Mommy," Malik taps your shoulder, startling so you sit up too fast, nearly falling out of the chair, "mommy, the stove."

You look over at the pot boils over, hissing and bubbling. Great, now you've burnt the chicken noodle. You get up and quickly flip off the burner and move the pot to the next one.

"How about some vegetable soup, huh?" You offer, "sorry, Mal."

"Are you okay, mommy?" He pouts as he stands in his dinosaur pajamas.

"Yeah, yeah, mom's just tired," you answer, "go sit down. I'll clean this up. Then it should be time to go pick up Simone."

He mumbles and leaves you. You look at the burnt soup, curdled and filmy and black around the edges. Usually, you just want Pete home but tonight, you don't know what you're going to do when he gets in. You can be sure it'll be a sleepless night.

🗄️

You spend the evening avoiding your phone. It's easy. You sit and help Simone with her homework as Malik colours at the other side of the table. After dinner you get them washed up and in their pajamas in time for bed.

You can’t help but try to suck up every second. You don’t want to lose this. It can be hard, Pete’s long hours, your sore hips, the children’s antics. It can be utterly defeating but you don’t want to lose it all. Maybe you should’ve tried sooner to fix things, maybe if you did, Pete might believe you didn’t want to do what you did.

Once the kids are asleep, you're left to yourself but not really. You clean the kitchen and get lunches packed for the next day. You switch the laundry before you head up to bed but leave the light on as you lay down. 

It’s a mirror of the night before, except you’re not the one with your tail between your legs. Pete gets home as late as ever. You want to be mad that he's only there on weekends to see the kids. Yet, you don't see much of him then either.

He comes upstairs, pushing back his hair as he enters, blanching as he sees you awake. His face falls and he runs his fingers around his stubbly lips. You don't say anything as he loosens his tie and sighs.

"Please, I don't wanna argue tonight," he says as he sheds his blazer, "it's been a long day."

"Alright," you agree, fighting not to squirm as your stomach flips. "But… I wanna talk about something."

"Look, we're almost there. The hard part's almost over," he explains as he unbuttons his shirt, "we're about to hit oil with this thing."

"I know, but… there's something we need to talk about–"

He closes his eyes and hangs his head back as he peels off his shirt. He's in good shape still. You suppose making your own hours gives you a lot of time for the gym.

"Can I take a shower first?" He huffs.

"Sure," you murmur. He's trying to wait you out, hoping you fall asleep before he's done. "Take a shower."

His brows rise and fall and he turns away as he digs in his pocket. He pulls out his phone and plugs it in, leaving it face down on the dresser. He unclasps the gold chain around his wrist and puts it in the jewelry tray with his watch. You watch his hands.

"Where's your ring?" You ask as you focus on his fingers.

"Oh, uh, fuck," he sniffs, "must've left it in my gym bag again."

"Mmm," you him and don't comment further. 

You look down at your own band, twisting it on your finger as your inside rot with guilt. You have to face this. You have to be honest. As much as it hurts you. As much as it'll hurt you.

He moves around the room. He misses the hamper again, this time his underwear fall on the floor. You want to cry as more than just the weight of your confession crushes you. It’s all of it. The years of distance between you, the memory of good days far behind, what you’ll never have again.

The bathroom door shuts and you look up again. You get up, needing to walk off the excess energy. You pace in circles and wring your hands. You want to rehearse what you should say but you got nothing. 

You hear the subtle buzz and pause. You go back to the bed and take your phone off the night table. Nothing. Not even a notification for that dumb matching game you played once while waiting at the doctor's office.

You set it back down and go back to your aimless circling. You hear it again and again. It's annoying. Tweaking your already addled nerves. 

You look around and see Pete's phone, the edges limned in the glow of the overturned screen. You cross the room and flip it over to turn the volume down. You stop as the newest message pops across the top.

'Hey babe, can't wait for Saturday. Bikini or no suit at all?' 

You read it once, twice, several times before your shock fully sets in. What? Your heart drops as you put his phone back as you found it and back away. 

You sit on the bed and stare at the bathroom door. Things can always get worse, that's your bitter mantra. You swallow as your eyes brim with tears and your throat locks up. You listen to the showerhead buzz.

You were prepared to be the bad guy. To lay yourself bare and plead mercy. You psyched yourself up to face the music but you're unprepared for this. 

You get up and turn off the lamp. You get into bed and face away from the bathroom, just like most nights. You pull the blanket to your shoulders and close your eyes. You measure your breaths to keep from crying. Once you start, you won't be able to stop.

When Pete finishes, you're still awake. Sleep? That's a joke. You just lay there and listen to him move around. When he comes to bed, he doesn't try to talk to you or wake you up.

You open your eyes and see the glow of his phone outlining your silhouette against the wall. You gulp, careful not to give yourself away. He groans and he types away on his phone. Right beside you… like you don't exist. You're just an afterthought for him. Just like your vows. Just like the kids.

As low as you thought you were that morning, you’ve sunk even further. Would he even care if he knew? You’re so unlovable, he probably wouldn’t even believe another man would let you touch them.

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April Fools

Note: Tiny TOS ficlet for @goblinsharknecromancy 's prompt! Thanks!

“But Vulcans do not lie.” Spock raised an imperious eyebrow.

“It’s not a lie,” Kirk insisted. “It’s a prank. It’s completely different.”

“I do not see the purpose in telling Dr. McCoy something which is abjectly untrue for the purposes of own amusement…even if it is Dr. McCoy.”

Some clever soul on the Enterprise (Kirk had heard it was Kevin Riley) had figured out that it was April 1 and connived to bring back the old Terran tradition of April Fools.

As far as Kirk knew, no one had come for Bones yet. 

He stood with Spock just outside the sickbay, leaning in close to discuss their little conspiracy and trying to ignore the attractive length of Spock’s eyelashes and the curve of his lips. 

It was getting more difficult to ignore that attraction lately, as well as everything he felt for Spock.

“Spock, he’s been driving me absolutely crazy lately with the teasing,” Kirk said, rolling his eyes.

“Always making little jokes that you and I are…you know. Together. I mean…” Kirk blushed. “Imagine! You and I… Ha!”

“Does the thought offend you, Captain?” Spock said, cocking his head.

“Of course not!” Kirk blurted. “Why, anybody who ended up with you should fall on their knees with gratitude! You deserve everything! I should be so lucky! But that’s not the point!”

Spock stood up a little straighter, his gaze flicking away. But Kirk didn’t miss the hint of a smile on his face. “And what is the point, sir?”

“To make Bones’ head explode. Metaphorically,” Kirk said with a shrug. “For a second anyway.”

“Very well. Let us proceed with the…prank.”

“Alright!” Kirk clapped him on the shoulder.

In the sickbay they found McCoy focussed on a tray of blood samples and he looked up as they entered, sitting back on his stool and crossing his arms. “Well, if it isn’t Troilus and Cressida.”

“Bones,” Kirk said, puffing up his chest. “We have something very important to tell you.”

“A matter of utmost importance,” Spock added.

Bones’s eyebrows shot up and he looked back and forth between them. “Yeah? Let’s hear it.”

Spock swallowed and said, “The captain and I are to be married. The nuptials will take place on Vulcan in two weeks’ time.”

Spock’s gaze flicked over to the captain who was obviously trying very hard to remain straight-faced.

Bones on the other hand…

Bones’ mouth dropped open yet instead of his eyes bugging out comically as Kirk had expected, they watered and he lunged forward, throwing his arms around both their necks.

“Why, that’s wonderful!” Spock squeezed them together and Kirk looked over Bone’s shoulder at Spock, who glared back, accusatory. “After all this time! This is the best thing I’ve ever heard!” He broke away, clasping his hands. “Am I in the wedding party? Now, if I’m not in the wedding party, Captain, I may commit a mutiny so-”

“Bones..” Kirk suddenly felt terrible. “Uh…”

“What what?” Bones rubbed his hands together. “Wait, this calls for a drink! Spock you’re having one too. I don’t care what you say!”

“Bones, it’s uh… Well, we were just…” Kirk licked his lips. “That is…”

“April Fools,” Spock said sternly.

“April…” Bones’ expression darkened rapidly. “Are you saying it’s not true?!”

“Not as such,” Spock said.

“Well, for Pete's sake! You get a guy all excited!” Bones wagged his finger in Kirk’s face. “Thought you two had finally gotten your heads out of your rear ends, but I guess that was too much to hope for! Get out of my office! Out! And don’t come back till you’ve sorted yourselves out! Out! OUT!”

Spock and Kirk found themselves shoved back out into the corridor and Kirk sighed, straightening his tunic, chagrined under Spock’s penetrating gaze.

“That didn’t go quite how I expected,” Kirk muttered. “Spock, do you ever think…?”

“Yes, Captain?” Spock took a step toward him.

“Maybe we should just… Rather…” Kirk screwed up his courage, cursing whatever fates had given him such bravery in anything unrelated to his feelings for Spock. “Spock, the truth is I do feel… Well, how would you like to go on a date? With me? Romance-wise?”

“I would be quite amenable to that, Jim,” Spock said. “Though, I am not inclined to take you at your word on today of all days.”

“Right.” Kirk clutched Spock’s shoulder and leaned in, kissing him softly. “Is that a little more convincing?”

“It is…” Spock’s voice cracked. “A helpful data point. Perhaps, more evidence would-”

Kirk chuckled and kissed him again, wrapping his arms around him, suddenly feeling as if a planet long out of orbit had suddenly found its way.

“Well, thank God for that,” Bones grumbled from the doorway. “I was serious, by the way. I better be in that wedding party!”

[paula-in-dreamland]

Fanfic writer interview

Thank you @errruvande for the tag!! :))

My AO3

How many work do u have on AO3?

Officially 3 - 1 in-progress multichapter, 2 "one-shots" (cause I'll probs expand eventually)

What's your total AO3 word count?

~42k (estimate cause some the stuff being counted towards the word count are from nav pages in the fic)

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes

I mean if we included ff.net in this...that would be completely different. But we are not. So it's literally the three I've posted:

1. A Game of Revenge and Loyalty (HG AU, Sigtryggr x Stiorra centric) 2. Some News Isn't Meant To Be Shared (Canon Universe, canon divergence, Sigtryggr x Stiorra) 3. Vorres Lille Dukke (Vampire AU, Sigtryggr x Stiorra x Reader)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, or at least I try too! I think it's important to engage with your readers when possible to not only thank them but also because engaging with someone about you work is fun! I've been dying to talk to people about my fics so you better believe I am going to take the opportunity when it comes! It's why I post them in the first place!

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Maybe Some News Isn't Meant to Be Shared ?? Cause it is fluff, but if you read between the lines and think about what transpires in S5 after that moment...yeah. Angsty/Whumpy as fuck. Other than that, I have yet to write something with a truly angsty ending. Unless you include one of abandoned WIPs on ff.net.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I have a bunch of WIPs with truly happy endings that I'll eventually write/post. Very romcom. Very sweet. As for current? LOL I guess Vorres Lille Dukke ...

Do you write crossovers?

A true crossover where characters from two different fandoms interact? No. But, I have done crossover AUs by putting TLK characters in those universes (a la my Hunger Games fic). And, I guess, you consider some of my fics crossovers in that I draw from Vikings and TLK when worldbuilding. Like Sigtryggr (and Stiorra but we ignore that in modern aus) is descended from Ragnar Lothbrok. So, I tend to draw from that show for depictions of those characters.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not on AO3. But, on ff.net over ten years ago. Broke me. I was 14, 15? Posted my first multi chapter fic. Within the prose, I had littered ANs throughout it rather than keeping it to the beginning and end. Why did I do that? Because I'd see a few other fics in the fandom do it so I figured it was the norm as I was a newbie to writing/fic writing. I think they also had a few other things to say. I end up eventually taking the fic down, and now I think it's fully gone as I don't have it on my laptop anywhere :/ But yeah. Be nice to fic writers. English could be their second/third/fourth language. They could be a preteen or a teenager. They could just be starting out.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

HA. HAHAHAHAHA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. Yes. It's mostly M/F. Just recently M/F/F for the first time. As I work through my WIPs, also exploring kinks a bit more. So, more on the vanilla side.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope. Don't think so.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think someone reached out to me on ff.net to translate one of my fics from ages ago? Have had people ask to print them out before! But not on AO3 (yet)

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Okay I VAGUELY remember maybe doing it, or starting to do it 10+ years ago? But I also use to be an avid RPer on here, so uh...yeah we co-wrote a lot of fics that way ;)

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Oh fuck you can't ask me that. *pulls open junk closet door and gets covered in characters/ships* *Proceeds to grab one at random, then sticks arm out from pile* UH!?!?! THIS ONE?! *holds up Rosalie and Emmett from Twilight*

No, but like in all seriousness: 1. Rosalie/Emmett 2. Stiorra/Sigtryggr 3. Padme/Anakin 4. Kim/Tommy 5. Caroline/Klaus & loads more.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

So, I am really hoping I get to all my WIPs for Sigtryggr/Stiorra because I love them and want to put them in all the scenarios. As for past fandoms/dormant fandoms, I don't think there are any that I want to finish, more so ones that I wish I had given more time too? And now it's too late cause I did not leave myself detailed enough plot notes to trigger my memory? Nor got that far in the first place?

What are your writing strengths?

I think I write some kickass dialogue. I also think I'm decent at writing scenery.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Introspection. is. so. hard. And being concise. And you know...allowing subtext to speak for itself instead of telling the reader directly.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it's awesome! But, it can make reading hard if you're not familiar with the language as you have to scroll down to find out what the hell they are saying if it's more than a few words. I also personally think you should stick to languages you actually know/have studied unless it's like a tiny little phrase/nickname. Or, ask someone who actually speaks the language. Because google translate is not reliable lol.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

None currently. But did consider writing a reader fic for Bleach at one point lmao.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

I don't have a favorite because the one that would probably be my fave isn't written yet ;) But, I tend to like all of my fics even the poorly written ones from when I was 14/15.

Tagging: @azriona @holy3cake @ladyaldhelm @whitedarkmoonflower @gemini-mama and anyone else who writes :)

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Parent night at school

PAIRING | Teacher!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.6K

SUMMARY | Bucky organized a parent night at school to talk about the progress of the kids. This time you're invited too, and you can't wait to see the man you fell for. When you get there, you and Bucky are having a great time until Anna calls with the fact that Luca just got sick. You feel bad about cutting the time you have with Bucky short, but he doesn't mind, he knows how important Luca is to you.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Mention of period blood, Luca being sick (nothing explicit mentioned).

A/N | This one shot is part of my Teachers Universe AU, but can be read as part of the story, or a standalone one shot! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | AU Masterlist

Today is going to be a long day, and you're not exactly ready for it but you have to get going regardless. It all started when you woke up and you saw that you got your period and the sheets were stained with blood. ''You've got to be kidding me,'' you said when you saw, and the first thing you did is strip your bed and throw it into the washing machine before hopping in the shower and cleaning yourself up. You should've seen it coming since you're on birth control, but that doesn't take away the fact that you still despise it with every fiber of your being.

Today is the one day in the week you have class, so you have to bring Luca to school before getting to class and it is usually a pretty close call, but now you're afraid you're going to be straight up late. You text Shanna, your classmate, that you're most likely going to be late for the first period (no pun intended), but you will try and hurry regardless. She sends a quick response that it's okay and you should just take it easy but you can't. Not when you know you're going to see Bucky again tonight. You haven't seen him apart from dropping Luca off and picking him up again at school, so you're excited to have at least a little alone time with him.

You put on a simple outfit that is comfortable enough for school, but also nice enough to see Bucky in later tonight before getting Luca ready for school. ''Mornin' Bubba, are you ready for breakfast?'' you ask him as you're packing your school books and laptop into your backpack, and packing Luca's backpack afterward. ''Hi, Mom. I'm ready!'' he says and you give him a bowl of cereal since you don't have that much time this morning. He quickly eats it as you eat a banana to quench some of your hunger, you figured you'd just eat some more during class. Just when you're about to run out the door your phone goes off, but you decide to ignore it for now.

Traffic is surprisingly light this morning which means you're at Luca's school sooner than expected, and you might be on time for your first class after all. ''Good morning Mr. Barnes!'' Luca says happily as he runs into the classroom and towards his table. ''Good morning Luca!'' he says. ''Hi Y/N, you look good!'' he says and you thank him softly. ''I'm sorry, I have to hurry otherwise I'll be late for school. Would you mind if I bring dinner tonight to our scheduled time? I won't have time for dinner between school and coming here. Also, Anna will be picking him up this afternoon,'' you say and he nods. ''Sounds good, can't wait to see you tonight,'' he says with a wink and you run back to your car.

The drive to your school is also relatively okay and you park with a few minutes to spare. You run to class and just when the time reaches 8:30 you set foot inside the classroom, and you're still on time. ''Good morning, Ms. Y/L/N,'' your professor says, and you say your greeting out of breath as you're sitting down next to Shanna. ''Thank god I made it. Traffic was light so that's why I was able to make it, otherwise I would've been late,'' you sigh as you get out your laptop and textbooks. The first few classes go by quickly and before you know it it's lunch time.

You and some of your classmates find a picnic table outside to eat your lunch, and just when you're about to take a bite of your sandwich you receive a text from Bucky. You completely forgot about the text this morning and you only now noticed you didn't reply.

Bucky 🎓 - I can't wait to see you again tonight, one of the parents canceled so you will be the last one of the evening. We will have all the time to catch up 😉

Bucky 🎓 - Is everything okay? I'm sorry if I overstepped this morning, I'm just excited to see you again!

Y/N 🩷 - You didn't overstep this morning, I should be the one who's sorry! I can't wait to see you again tonight either. I missed you way too much ever since our date =(

Bucky 🎓 - Thank god, I was really worried I did something wrong. You can just bring whatever you fancy for dinner tonight, just make sure to order more than enough since we're both going to be hungry after a long day of school 😘

You were so wrapped up in texting Bucky that you didn't notice the fact that your classmates were all looking at you like there was something on your face. ''Can I help you guys with anything?'' you laugh and they quickly shake their heads. ''No, nothing's wrong. We're all just wondering who got you smiling like the Joker. You smile any wider and your face will split in two,'' Jason said and you shake your head. ''Just someone I know. I'm not willing to spill any details with you all just yet,'' you say and now they keep bugging you about it until you finally cave.

''OKAY, okay! I'll tell you, but you can't be weird about it. A few weeks ago I went on a date with this great guy, but the problem is that he is Luca's teacher, and I'm not sure how I feel about that. He's amazing and he loves kids - which is a huge bonus. He's also a true gentleman, like the complete opposite of my ex-husband and he makes me feel loved, and like I deserve to be treated like he treats me, but it's just the fact that he's my son's teacher I can't quite get past,'' you sigh, but they're all ecstatic for you.

''Let me get this straight. You're seeing a guy who is treating you like an absolute queen, who probably has the best dick you've ever seen to have you all giddy like that, AND he loves kids? Girl, I get that he's Luca's teacher, but if I were you I would have locked him down ages ago!'' Jess says, and it makes you blush. ''Well, if you say it like that...'' you say, and before anyone can answer the bell rings, notifying that lunch is over and you have more classes. By the time it is 5 PM your last class of the day starts and it is supposed to be done by 6 PM, yet it is 6:30 PM and you're still not on your way to see Bucky, instead you're still working hard due to the assignment that has to be finished before you're allowed to go.

You quickly shoot Bucky a text that you'll be late and you're bringing Italian food, and he just replies with a quick thumbs up. Finally, it is 6:50 PM and you're allowed to go, so you hurry to your car and on your way to pick up dinner to see Bucky. It is 7:45 PM by the time you're finally at Luca's school, and your appointed time was at 7 PM. You rush into Bucky's classroom and he looks up at the sounds of you running in completely out of breath. ''Hi doll, you finally made it I see!'' he laughs and you nod. Bucky was preparing for tomorrow's lessons so it was fine that you're late, this way he didn't have to do it in the morning.

''C'mere,'' he says as he pulls you by your waist towards him, giving you a kiss which you immediately melt into. ''How's my favorite girl doing?'' he asks and you sigh. ''I'm extremely tired and hungry, but besides that I'm good,'' you tell him and he smiles. ''You?'' ''Better now that I'm finally having dinner with you again,'' he says and you just smile. ''Kiss-ass,'' you mutter under your breath, but he heard you perfectly fine. ''How can I not be when yours is absolute perfection?'' he says with a straight face as he gets out the pasta you brought.

When the two of you were eating, he discussed Luca's progress in class - he's doing very well and is even further than the rest on some of the subjects -until you were getting a call. You immediately knew you wouldn't like whoever was calling you, but you decided to pick up regardless. ''Anna, is everything okay?'' you ask, and she doesn't do much to reassure you. ''Hi, sorry to bother you on your parent night. I'm not sure, Luca isn't feeling well and I'm not sure what's wrong with him,'' she says, the worry laced thick in her voice. ''It's okay, I'm coming. I should be there in no more than 30 minutes,'' you say as you hang up.

''I'm so sorry, Bucky, but Anna just called that Luca isn't feeling well and she can't seem to figure out what's wrong. Do you mind if we have a do-over of dinner in a few days?'' you ask as you gather your stuff. ''No, of course not. Luca is more important, so you should be there for him. He needs his mom more than I do,'' he says with a wink, and you feel relieved that he understands. ''I'm so sorry again, but thank you for understanding,'' you tell him as you walk up to him for another kiss. ''Gonna miss you, but I will see you tomorrow morning I hope,'' you tell him, and he happily pulls you in for a kiss. ''Can't wait to see you again, doll,'' he says before he lets you go and sinks back into his chair. Can't wait to be buried inside you, either, he thinks to himself, a small smile playing on his lips.

[hinatastinygiant]

8 | Thoughts from the Perverted Hero

Pairing: Various MHA x Fem!Reader

Dear Departure

"It's alright, it's alright," Mineta soothes Kaminari by petting the head that's in his lap.

"But I... But I thought... All the time we spent..." Kaminari blabbers with a running nose and wet, red eyes.

Mineta had found Kaminari crying in a corner, hugging his knees and whimpering.

"Hey, don't be sad," Mineta says, his voice a little higher than usual. He feels sorry for Kaminari, and seeing his friend so upset makes his heart clench. "Take it easy, Kaminari. You don't want to ruin your last night surrounded by all of these hot babes, do you?"

Kaminari lifts his head slightly.

"What are you talking about?" he mumbles, his face wet and his nose runny.

"We have to make the most of our last night together," Mineta replies, smiling encouragingly. "Look around you. Don't waste your time crying over one when you've got a million chances for someone to say yes. Just don't walk to Yaoyorozu or Y/N. I call dibs."

"I'm pretty sure I've got a better chance with them than you do," Kaminari scoffs.

"Then show me. You'll prove it if you manage to score a girl, won't you?" Mineta grins mischievously.

"That's not really heroic," Kaminari comments a bit nervously.

"Are you scared that I'd win?" Mineta smirks, not telling Kaminari that both girls actually have an affinity towards the same person- Todoroki.

Kaminari scans the room and finds Momo talking to Todoroki. Thinking it'd be a rather good idea to approach them in his current state, he does. Mineta, meanwhile, sits back and enjoys the scene that unfolds before him.

Kaminari wipes the snot from his nose and straightens his shirt before approaching them. Momo looks up at him in surprise, and Todoroki turns to him with his usual, stoic expression.

"Are you alright?" they both ask at the same time, catching him off guard.

"Yeah, Yaomomo I wanted to talk to you," he sniffles, trying not to sound pathetic. "Uhm, can I talk to you, like, in private?"

"Of course," Momo nods, giving Todoroki a look. However, Todoroki merely takes a step back and proceeds to listen to the conversation. Mineta quickly becomes jealous of how closely Todoroki gets to listen to the conversation.

"Uh, hey," Kaminari begins, his hands twitching as he tries to figure out how to start. "You know, we're graduating tomorrow, and... and I just wanted to know... Uh, you know, we're friends, right?"

Momo nods, waiting for him to continue.

"Well, uhm, I was wondering, uh, do you wanna maybe hang out right now. We could go somewhere private. Like my room or-"

Yaomomo's face reddens. She's about to reject him, but Todoroki speaks first.

"I believe you're making her uncomfortable," he says, his expression unchanged.

"N-No," Kaminari protests. "I mean, I was just-"

"She doesn't like you that way. Don't waste your time."

Kaminari is shocked. He can't believe he was beaten by Todoroki. What is wrong with him?

"Kaminari, it's okay," Momo says, trying to comfort him. "Todoroki is just-"

"It's not okay," Kaminari mumbles as he walks away, tears pricking at his eyes. "I bet Mineta's winning the challenge now."

"What challenge?" Momo asks.

Kaminari walks away without answering her question and flops back down Mineta. He does his best to ignore the smug grin on his face.

"How'd it go?"

"Don't say a word," Kaminari sighs, burying his face in his hands.

"Oh, come on," Mineta laughs. "Fine, I'll give you an easier one. Try King."

"Y/N? Why her?" Kaminari frowns.

"Because she's easy, and she'll probably agree. Come on, let's go," Mineta says, pulling Kaminari to his feet.

"Dude, there's like at least a million reasons why I shouldn't go talk to her of all people! Besides, she's not easy and she's our friend so don't talk about her like that," Kaminari protests as he is dragged towards where Y/N is standing, her arms crossed.

"But she's single," Mineta points out.

"She has feelings," Kaminari snaps. "And they're certainly not towards me."

"Fine, then watch me do it," Mineta chuckles.

Kaminari shakes his head as Mineta approaches Y/N.

"Hey, Y/N, are you enjoying the party?" Mineta asks, leaning against the wall beside her.

Y/N glances at Hagakure who is standing beside her before turning to face Mineta.

"Uh, yeah," she nods. "What's up?"

"I was wondering, would you maybe, uhm, like to join me outside?"

"Why?"

"Oh, well, I wanted to talk to you about something," Mineta explains, doing his best to keep his composure.

"Whatever, fine," Y/N agrees, walking towards the door with Mineta close behind.

Kaminari is completely dumbfounded. Y/N would never go for Mineta, would she?

"What's that all about?" Hagakure asks Kaminari as the two of them watch from the window.

"Mineta said he's going to make his move," Kaminari mutters, feeling a little betrayed.

"Oh, god," Hagakure gasps. "Should we go after them?"

"Nah, let's wait and see how this plays out," Kaminari chuckles, watching as the two appear on the other side of the window not too far off. Now it was his turn to watch.

"Y/N," Mineta begins, fixing his shirt in a similar way that Kaminari previously had. "I'll give you ten dollars if you kiss me on the cheek."

"Oh, please, you never pay me back," Y/N rolls her eyes as she crosses her arms and leans against the wall.

"You're right, I don't," Mineta laughs.

"Is that what this is about? You and Kaminari have some sort of competition going on, and I'm supposed to be a part of it? Well, forget it, because I'm not playing. Now if you'll excuse me," she says as she turns to walk away. But quickly, he grabs her hand and spins her around again.

"Fine, I'll do you one better. I'll keep Sero away from you tonight."

"Sero's not bothering me," she scoffs.

"That's a lie and we both know it. I watched you avoid him before when you were with Mina."

"You're such a creep, you know that?" she rolls her eyes.

"Well, do we have a deal?" he wiggles his eyebrows.

"What exactly are the terms of this deal?" she sighs, knowing he's not going to give up.

"For ten seconds, you let me kiss you anywhere I want, and I will make personally sure to keep him away from you in the party," he grins mischievously. "What do you say?"

"No way! You said one kiss on the cheek," Y/N protests.

"Fine, fine. Now are you in or out?"

"You're such an asshole," she grumbles.

"So is that a yes?"

"Five seconds and you stay away from me the rest of the night. Got it?"

"Deal!" Mineta exclaims, his hands shooting up into the air.

"Let's just get this over with," Y/N grumbles, placing her hands on his shoulders and closing her eyes. Mineta takes a deep breath before leaning forward and allowing her to kiss him on the cheek.

"Time's up," Y/N says, pushing him away.

"Okay, okay," Mineta smirks, stepping aside and watching her walk back towards the front door. He then glances towards the window where Kaminari has his jaw to the ground.

"No way," Kaminari gasps, turning to Hagakure. "Did that really just happen?"

"It did," she replies hesitantly.

"Shit," Kaminari mutters, realizing that he's lost. "What the hell is wrong with me?"

"Come on," Y/N suddenly interrupts as she grabs Hagakure by the hand and walks off. Kaminari can hear Hagakure asking her what that was all about, but Kaminari doesn't hear her answer over the boasting of Mineta as he walks into the room.

"Now," he hums with a newfound swagger, "if you'll excuse me, I have someone I need to speak to. Goodnight, Kaminari."

"Oh, fuck you, Mineta," Kaminari curses as the smaller boy walks away.

Dear Departure

[stevesjockstrap]

Eddie Month day 4

prompt: rejection & lost

Since he’d cut gym class so many times last semester (and maybe last year), he’d been forced to take it again with underclassmen. Namely, Steve Harrington and his dickhead friends. 

He knew he should keep his eyes down and to himself in the locker room. He knew better. But that didn’t change how his eyes would track across the room to count the moles on the span of ribs as a polo shirt was pulled off. 

When he finally got a grip and pulled his own gym clothes on, he was the last one in the locker room. Or so he thought. 

As he went to walk out into the gym he was shoved against the brick wall. 

“I saw you looking at me, freak.”

He stared back into intense dark eyes, not sure what to say. There wasn’t much to say, he’d been caught. 

“Oh I- uh. Well-“

“You’re lucky that coach told us to stay out of trouble or we don’t play. Or you’d be dead. You better watch yourself, man.”

“Uh huh,” he nodded. Apparently that was enough because Steve walked away from him without another word. 

In some cosmic twist of bad luck, he found himself paired up with Steve. For the Presidential Fitness Test. Eddie was the only one who groaned when they were told what they were doing. Everyone looked at him and he covered his face with his hair. He wondered if he could fake a cramp or actually make himself throw up. 

“Let’s go, Munson. My grandma does better sit ups and she’s been dead for ten years.” Steve got high fives from his friends around them. 

This might be the worst day of his entire life. He’d never been more excited to hear the buzzer go off and he could switch places with Steve. Steve who easily tripled the number of countable sit ups than he had accomplished. 

He sighed as they were told to do pushups next. 

“Are you even trying, man?” Steve scoffed from above him. 

“Unfortunately yes,” he huffed. He did a few more before the buzzer went off and stood. Unsticking his sweaty hair from his neck, he glared at his annoying partner. “You know, not all of us are trying to impress anyone in stupid high school gym class. This means fuck all to our actual lives, you know that right? In twenty years it will not matter how many fucking push-ups you did. This is just to keep us compliant and prepare us for the cruel and unusual punishment that is our collective society once we graduate!”

There were some scoffs and some laughs from around the gym. Somewhere towards the end of his rant he’d lost control of his volume and gained everyone’s attention. 

“Public speaking is a different class, Munson. Get it together and get with the program.” Their gym teacher’s voice echoed across the gymnasium. 

“Your turn, hot shot,” he motioned for Steve to take his place. 

Steve ignored him and proceed to do an impressive amount of pushups. It continued this way through the rope climb, sprints and long jumps. Eddie mumbled his monologues to himself. Steve ignored him.

Eddie groaned again as they were directed to a starting line to run a mile. What he would do for a cigarette right now. 

A few minutes later, he was holding his side propped against the wall, trying to suck in breaths past the stitch in his side. For some unknown reason, being with this group of people who were actually trying to do their best had made him want to try. And now he was paying for it. For all of his big talk about nonconforming, something in him still wanted to belong. But he never could.  

Steve ran past at breakneck speed and didn’t even glance at him. Figures. Why would he care if he passed out? Still sucking in breaths, he slid down the wall and sat watching everyone finish. 

“So that’s a Did Not Complete for the mile, but that was a lot more hustle than I’ve seen from you. Keep it up, kid.”

“Perfect, thanks so much,” he saluted sarcastically as he walked past. 

He kept his head down in the locker room as he got changed.

@eddiemonth

@lighthousebeams this request turned into angst soz 🖤

[percontaion-points]

5 Survive chapters 13 & 14

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Chapter 13

“A walkie-talkie.” 

Oliver straightened up, his grip loosening on the knife. “Where is it?” 

“Somewhere over there.” Simon pointed toward the driver’s seat, the oneeyed bullet hole glaring back at them. 

“Inside or outside?” Reyna asked, taking one tentative step forward. 

“How would he have gotten it inside?” Oliver snapped. “We are right here and the RV is secure.” 

Maybe if he said it enough times, it would become true. 

Seriously. They put a mattress over one shot-out window, and a suitcase over the other. Completely and utterly ignoring the other windows. 

“How do I…” Oliver shook the walkie-talkie, glancing up at Red. Had he really never played with one of these before, even as a kid?

It’s hardly rocket science. You press the button to talk. Twist the knob to change the channel/frequency. 

“I’ll tell you what I mean.” Static. “Oliver Charles Lavoy. “Madeline Joy Lavoy. “Reyna Flores-Serrano. “Arthur Grant Moore. “Simon Jinsun Yoo. “Redford Kenny.”

The thing that gets me about this is like… The kids got lost. They took a wrong turn.

How the fuck do you predict that people would have made a wrong turn down your random street in the middle of nowhere, North Carolina? 

“I’ll tell you what I mean.” Static. “Oliver Charles Lavoy. “Madeline Joy Lavoy. “Reyna Flores-Serrano. “Arthur Grant Moore. “Simon Jinsun Yoo. “Redford Kenny.”

Chapter 13 summary: Obviously everybody freezes upon hearing this voice commanding them to come to the front of the RV. Red’s mum was a police officer (it’s how she died), so she immediately identifies the background noise of that of a walkie-talkie. 

It’s eventually determined that it’s outside the patched-up suitcase window, but that it wasn’t there when they put the suitcase up. There’s a lot of arguing, but eventually Arthur reaches out and grabs it from where it’s hanging from the side mirror. 

Reyna wants to discuss what they should say to the guy. But Oliver, once again, decides for the entire group to start talking immediately. He demands to know what the guy wants, and promises him everything that they’ve got. Including his credit cards and PIN. 

The guy says that he has what he wants, which is them. And proceeds to list their full names. (Which I’d like to tell you, this is the first time the narration has established any of them… Or that Simon is Asian.) 

Chapter 14

“Oliver, do something!” Reyna shouted. “Say something. He knows who we are!” 

He snapped back into life. “What can I say, Reyna? What can I do? I’m trying to think what this means!”

Oh, suddenly you’re not going to speak for the group? After finally being called out on your shit by a man with a sniper rifle?

“Is it possible he searched the RV license plate after he shot out the tires?” he asked the others. “That it might have led him to Simon’s uncle, then Simon, then to finding the rest of us?”

[...]

“He knew who we were before we got here,” Reyna said, joining Oliver to stare down at the walkie-talkie. “He brought us here, trapped us here.” 

“Why?” Maddy wiped her face.

It’s not so much the why but the how. 

He might have been able to connect the RV to Simon. But how did he know the random collection of other people in there?

More importantly… He might have been able to block out cell signal, but at no point did he ever actually take control over their free will and make them turn down this random road in the middle of the night. 

“He knocked out the cell service?” Reyna said, her hand moving to the back of Oliver’s neck as he bent forward, elbows to his knees, head to his hands. Defeated already. 

“How could he do that?”

Out of all of the mysteries, this one is the most obvious. I’ve watched enough crime dramas to know how easily the killer can buy cell signal jammers online. (Whether this is the truth or not remains to be seen.) 

“That’s for the six of you to figure out. And remember one thing: you can’t see me but I can see you. If you try to run, I will shoot.”

Chapter 14 summary: I want to highlight again how speechless Oliver becomes upon the man revealing that he knows who they are. Where they live. Their phone numbers, etc etc. Everybody is panicking obviously, but it’s oddly satisfying that Oliver is also freaking out. 

They flounder around for a while, never once asking any question of actual importance: how. It’s maddening. 

Anyway, Oliver eventually asks what the man wants. He says that he wants “a secret”, but refuses to elaborate on what that is. 

[cannibalcoyote]

Ch.5: Secrets for the Future

Ch.4 Ch.6

"Before we proceed with the festivities, I'd like to formally introduce myself. Fetch the dog!" Lofa yells out; seconds later Huata walks forwards and starts translating what he says. He suddenly swings at Huata, knocking her over after he saw Hinto try to run, knocking Huata into a tree.

'She's not standing up, I know that blow didn't kill her, but I'm mad as hell now!'

I look over to see Sespria and her cousin trying to wake Huata, but she seems to be in a state of unconsciousness, as later stated by Sespria's cousin. Sespria sends her off to fetch water, while I slowly crawl over to the tree Huata is next to.

Dasker bares his teeth then launches at Lofa, they are constantly clawing and biting at each other. Suddenly Lofa has grabbed Dasker's head with one of his massive fore paws, slowly pushing him back, whilst puncturing Dasker's neck with his long claws.

Dasker jumps to the side, raking his teeth across Lofa's arm as he jumps to the side; blood mating the fur on his head as it drips down his forehead. He tries to catch his breath but is smacked down by Lofa as the big cat corners him in anger. He stomps his massive paw onto Dasker's face, preparing to bite into his neck.

I get up, and launch, looking to the side for a split second to see Anemy launching at the big cat as well. I tear into his back leg while Anemy rips into his right forearm, causing him to jump back before letting out an angered roar.

Dasker stood up quickly, looking at us in anger before saying, "What are you doing here! You disobeyed my direct order!" He growls at us.

"Hmm. And this is the thanks we get for saving your butt. Hmm, figures, sit back and watch how it's done." With that she takes off, signaling with her tail for me to attack with her. As much as I thought I hated her, she's turning out to be an interesting character.

I race after Anemy as we attack the big cat, Anemy gets hit, but she seems fine so we continue to attack Lofa. Hinto launches at Lofa, but the big cat swipes at Hinto, successfully smacking him away while also leaving cuts across his muzzle.

We all continue launching ourselves at Lofa; Hinto latches onto Lofa's back leg while Anemy gets thrown to the ground. Lofa begins to repeatedly hit Hinto against the ground until Lofa eventually rips him off before throwing him across the floor like a rag doll. Dasker jumps forward and gets a few good hits in before Lofa has him pinned, pulling at his tail.

I turn to see Sespria and her cousin pouring water onto Huata's face, I look at her but she doesn't regain consciousness. Dasker lets out a loud, pained howl as his tail is ripped off and thrown to the side, blood spewing out of the freshly torn skin.

I look back to see Huata awake and looking at Sespria confused. After Sespria explains a little of the situation Huata walks towards us slightly.

"Stop it, all of you." Lofa looks up and growls at seeing Huata is awake. I try to get up but my body is extremely tired from exertion.

"Look at you all, you're causing more damage than good; even you Lofa. You with all your strength refuse to take us wolves seriously. You played this like a game, and you underestimated us as predators.

I know you're in pain to, choosing to ignore it won't make it go away." Huata voices as she looks at us. Lofa looks ready to kill her with all the growling and snarling he's doing; not to mention he's towering over Huata whilst standing on his back legs.

"Pain you say. I'LL SHOW YOU PAIN! I'LL PUT YOU OUT OF YOUR MISERY!" Lofa yells, but before he can attack her the white lynx from before appears in front of her.

'That lynx looks pissed off, but she doesn't stand a chance against a lion like Lofa; after all he's so much bigger and stronger than her.'

"You shall not cause harm to her. Your presence has drastically altered the natural balance of the forest. Be warned, it will not put up with you for much longer." The lynx states in a slightly threatening way.

"Oh look, we have a talking dog and now a talking house cat. Unfortunately for you kitty, I'm not looking to adopt anymore pets." Lofa exclaims before striding forward and slicing his claws across the chest of the lynx, successfully wounding and throwing her back from the force. However in mid air I see her wrap her arms around her body; when she lands I see she is no longer wounded.

She must be like Huata, I'm making an educated guess that all albino creatures will be like Huata, but that might be a false conclusion, but I'll have to wait to find out.

I look away from the lynx to see that the blood coating his body turns into thick vines that wrap and tangle themselves over him, thus leaving him immobilized.

"What kind of sorcery is this!" He yells in anger at his predicament. The vines have a new appearance, and are coated with thorns that puncture through Lofa's skin; causing him to roar in pain as he struggles to free himself. I turn back and walk next to Huata, watching as the lynx turns to face us; before disappearing the same way as before.

"Go. Now!" Sespria exclaims as she turns from Lofa to us.

"Goodbye Sespria, and thanks for everything." Huata responds.

"Don't forget about me." Sespria states as she watches Huata run after her pack mates.

"I believe we'll be seeing each other soon, whether it be on good or bad terms is your choice." I voice before sprinting after the rest of our pack; leaving Sespria to wonder what my words meant.

As we return to the clearing I see an angry looking Ash as she watches Huata and Anemy return with Dasker and Hinto. I decided to take a different route, which led me to come up on the other side of the clearing.

"Anemy! Huata! Are you crazy?!" Ash questions as she growls at them.

"Chill out mom, I'm fine." Anemy states while Huata stays quiet. I walk up and sit in between the two sisters; I'm starting to warm up slightly to Anemy, but she's still a little to bossy for us to become best friends.

I look over to see Trot trying to apologize for not watching over us, but Dasker simply walks away while Trot is in mid sentence. The pack follows after Dasker, while I fall in step next to Trot.

"Dasker just has a lot on his mind right now, he still accepts you even if you mess up every once in a while." I say trying to get Trot to loosen up on himself, after all it isn't his fault we all disobeyed the alphas order; and if he tried to stop us he wouldn't have really had any luck.

"Thanks Ceska, but it was my responsibility and I failed. I need to be more responsible; and if Dasker ignoring me is the price, then I must earn back his trust." Trot states, leaving no room for argument. We stop by Kilo's decomposing corpse, causing me to feel worried for Trot and Hinto who didn't react that well last time they saw it.

"You know, even though he could be a bully at times, he always knew how to make us laugh." Troy voices as he looks off, probably remembering a memory of Kilo. The laughing after a couple of seconds at what must have been a humorous memory.

"Yah, good ole Kilo; and to think that if it wasn't for him I wouldn't even be alive right now." Hinto states, but Huata suddenly begins to dig into the ground, creating a hole.

"Uh, why are you digging a hole?" Hinto questions in confusion.

"I hear it's how humans show respect for their dead." Huata answers before continuing to dig.

"It's respectful to throw dirt on them? Human culture is really strange." Hinto states as he questions why.

'You'll see what I mean." Huata states before pulling Kilo into the hole, then layering the dirt over his body, while the pack watches from the sides of the grave.

"You know what, it does look better. It's as if Kilo's at peace again, suddenly it's not so hard to smile." Trot voices as he looks up from Kilo's grave.

"Yah, I guess you're right." Hinto states as he looks at Kilo's grave as well.

The pack starts to howl, but soon after Dasker falls to the ground, and appears to be in a state of unconsciousness, probably due to all the injuries in his head and body which he failed to have treated.

_______

It's sunset when Dasker finally wakes up after being treated for his injuries, Ash sits up quickly after Dasker regains consciousness.

"You were all lucky to make it out alive, ugh. It's any wonder this pack needed this lot. We need to be out of here by morning." Ash states as she looks to Dasker to confirm the order.

Dasker seems to think for a moment before choosing Huata as his mate, to say she was unhappy was an understatement, but she hid it well so as to not offend him. To say Anemy was angry wasn't realistic, in fact she was well beyond angry as she watched Huata get chosen instead of herself.

"Oh come on, why her. After all the trouble I got in trying to save you; yet she gets captured by a pack of dangerous predators, and gets rewarded for it. Unbelievable. Okay enough already, it's about time someone said the obvious, she's blind. You hear me, blind." Anemy snarls out loud as she looks at Dasker.

"You're blind? What's that?" Hinto questions as he looks to the others in confusion.

"It means she cannot see Hinto." Ash responds.

"Exactly. She cannot see, do you really want to have offspring with someone like that; heck if anything choose me, Ceska is even better than my useless sister." Anemy states as she looks straight at Dasker.

"Let us not be angry at her for deceiving you, despite how wrong it was. We should instead cast pity upon her, it's not like she'll be able to appreciate how handsome and brave you are Dasker." Anemy adds before waiting for his new decision.

Dasker thinks for a few seconds before looking to me, I growl and snap my jaws at him before striding over and sitting slightly behind Trot. Dasker, seeing as he knows I will not do anything if unwilling finally looks over to Anemy where he then walks over and chooses her as his mate. They start to walk away, but not before Anemy sticks her tongue out at Huata.

"This is not how I wanted this to go about. Still it's best that he found out, are you okay with that Huata?" Ash asks as she looks at her daughter.

"I was never meant to be an Alpha female, it didn't mean anything to me; but I could've done without the humiliation." Huata responds before walking away, followed by Hinto. I was about to follow them but Trot jumped in front of me.

"What?" I question straight forward.

"Why did you refuse to become Alpha female? From what information I've collected from Ash, every female wants to be with the Alpha." Trot states in confusion and desperation. As he looks at me, awaiting my answer.

"Dasker isn't my type, and Anemy would have my throat, and I don't want that seeing as we're just starting to get along. After all, I've had another male on my mind instead." I state before stepping around him and sprinting towards where Huata and Hinto should be; after all, I know what his next question would be, and I didn't want to answer it just yet.

I arrive to see Hinto and Huata embracing each other, I walk forward silently as I stride over and sit next to them. When they break away they finally see me, and jump in slight surprise.

"When did you get there?" Hinto questions.

"What are you planning?" I ask as I stare at them. They both look to each other as if unsure to tell me something, but Huata eventually answers.

"Hinto and I have decided to take over the pack. He'll do plenty of training to make sure that this time he wins the battle." Huata responds as she looks to me in hope.

"Well in that case...... count me in!" I exclaim in happiness as I bound up and wag my tail slightly. They both look at me in surprise and confusion.

"So you're not going to tell Dasker?" Hinto questions in hope.

"Of course not, you two would be the perfect alphas, but I won't tell on one condition." I state as I look them in the eye.

"Name your terms." Hinto states. I look at them with a smirk on my lips before responding.

"I will be allowed to have pups as well.", I responded. They looked at me in extreme surprise before Huata questions,

"Who would you have puppies with though?"

"I believe Trots is the male she has her eyes on." Hinto states slyly as he looks at me in happiness.

"How'd you know?" I question, averting my eyes to the ground in embarrassment.

"Trot told me he was attracted to you but couldn't act on it seeing as he isn't the Alpha; but to answer your term, of course you can have pups, it would only help the pack so I see nothing wrong with that arrangement." Hinto explains. I'm so happy I jumped up and ran around them in eagerness.

"Calm down Ceska, we have to wait until Hinto takes leadership, then we can expand the pack, but for now let's head back before the others get ideas." Huata voices as she looks at me then Hinto. We both nod then jog back.

When we get back it's night time, and the others are getting ready to sleep. When we arrive Ash looks up and growls something about leaving without telling anyone, and almost waking Eric. I simply ignore her and walk over to Trot. He seems to be in a peaceful sleep, and it's just too perfect to resist.

I start to whack his tail with my paws before getting bored and simply tackling him. Trot jumps up in surprise, looking around until he spots me; I jump off him and run a little off into the forest, but he pounces at me, successfully pushing me to the ground. I flip over causing him to roll off me. We both stood up and circle each other before jumping and wrestling till one of us got the upper hand. So far I was winning.

At the end I stood over him while he was lying on his back; he suddenly kicked out my feet and turned over, causing me to be swept onto my back in one swift move. I look up to see Trot smirking in victory, before stepping off of me so I could get up, I look up at him before rubbing my head against his neck slightly.

After stepping away afterwards his face is confused, but then becomes understanding, he looks to me and back in the direction of the pack.

"Ceska, you know we can't have pups or anything like that; after all, Dasker's the Alpha, not me." Trot states in slight sadness and anger as he sits down, trying to deal with his emotions. I sit next to him close enough so that our fur is slightly rubbing against each other.

"I have a secret to tell you, but I can't tell you unless you promise not to tell anyone else." I emphasize as I look into his eyes.

"If it's that important, I promise I won't tell anyone else." Trot states as he touches my nose with his.

"Hinto is training to take on Dasker as Alpha." I state as I look away from him.

"Well if Hinto wins we still won't be allowed to be mates, only the alpha pair can be mates after all." Trot responds as he looks up in slight surprise.

"Yah, I know the rules, but I overheard their plan and said I wouldn't tell anyone if I could also have pups. They obviously agreed so when Hinto is Alpha I'll be allowed to have a mate and pups; so technically we only have to wait until Hinto becomes Alpha." I explained as I looked up to see if he was okay with it.

"Really?! That's amazing! We would have a large pack, plenty of offspring to continue; and we could be mates." he exclaims as he bounds around me, rubbing up against me.

I look at him and motion with my tail that we have to get back to the pack before Dasker and Anemy show up and wonder where we went and what we were doing. As we get back we lay a little away from the others, with our backs touching against each other's. That night we went to sleep thinking of the future ahead of us.

Ch.4 Ch.6

[praise-suns-and-chill]

Now.

A copy and paste of the final theory I had and the final comment I left.

Anyone, agree or disagree xD My brain has melted. My last addition to this post.

Now, I am watching these videos completely out of order, but I am now trying to put it together.

I need to find out if John (the Doctor, not the CIA Agent) is also an agent or not and will absorb any possible hints towards or against it. I need to know.

I now, at the end, suspect he wasn't. Otherwise...

Anyways. Onto my final theory.

CIA is trustworthy now, in hindsight, after watching all the videos.

He has the book. He learned more in the meantime.

This takes place after the coma. Maybe he got the book straight from the scene even.

Welshie is absolutely terrible at being inconspicuous but that's besides the point.

I wonder if the paper is relevant at all, but I am already looking like the guy with the whiteboard meme. I doubt it. I don't think I can take a look that in debth to factor in the paper...

But I just realised. The paper mentions a place burning down. CIA, burned? Nah, he said that was years ago. Coincidence. Discard the paper, ignore it.

I do feel cared about though, John genuinely cares. Seems our ambiguous fate (I assume currently imprisoned) drove him off the deep end. Appreciate it, that is actually kinda sweet. Even if he is completely unhinged.

So we were betrayed. By the german.

Everyone is suspicious and it's making me tense.

German guy is very self aware, at least. He seems to regret betraying us, now wants to make up for it. He is repeating a postal code, of an area in West Berlin. A's last known... maybe even current location.

13587.

It would make so much sense.

Again relating to the paper, but it does mention Double-Crossing. Our german planning on crossing his previous employer, to save us now?

That'll be my theory.

John, letting himself go. Poor guy, he seems to have taken it very personally. But I think there is still hope. For A, for J, for survival.

Now the South African. Isn't even trying to be subtle.

I still don't want to believe that our brother is gone, but I fear he may be right. I hate it, but it makes sense.

I will proceed to huff copium about it anyways.

But there it is. The trigger phrase.

John knows it.

Who was the one saying it though?

The German? The gloves fit. He is trying to make up for past mistakes. Hard to say if the weapon fits, but it might.

So the German knows the phrase. I do not know how, but he seems to actually be the most subtle, good at his job. Must have figured it out somehow.

I want to trust him. He doesn't shoot John immediately either, there seems to be a conversation going on, an explanation of sorts.

Now the question is only, who are we?

There is a fifth.

It can't be A, we are stuck in a Gulag according to the South African. Slim chances of getting out, but still alive.

I don't want to think it is a new character, that would make it pretty much impossible to figure out.

Which leaves us with three possible options, three others in this series that weren't shown in the park.

Option 1, the Colonel who brainwashed A to begin with. I doubt that, he would have definitely been the #1 for John to take out, there would have been a comment.

Option 2, our brother. Unlikely for... different reasons that I do not want to acknowledge.

Now Option 3. That would be interesting.

Because Option 3 is Felix. Personal connection to A. A spy as well. And while it didn’t look good for him by the end of his video, he was not explicitly... ended. Not on screen at least.

There is a chance he could have gotten free. Figured out who brainwashed his Ex, and would now be out for revenge as well. That would definitely be the most interesting and most likely option of the 3.

Also could be who the Welshman is waiting for. Felix was manipulated through a relationship, maybe he's now used the same method.

Either way, John and Henning are alive, and probably share a goal. I want to believe, so I will believe in their unlikely cooperation. Revenge. Redemption. And freedom for A.

That will be my final theory. For my peace of mind, so I won't go any more insane over it xD

Me putting together the plot of fucking ASMR videos right now and figuring out that our brother may know we are a Soviet Sleeper Agent BECAUSE HE SAID THE TRIGGER PHRASE BUT IT COULD HAVE BEEN A COINCIDENCE AND I WANT TO BELIEVE BUT HE SAID THE FUCKING TRIGGER PHRASE and he also worked for the RAF just like we were supposed to and here I am just going MENTAL over the possibility that he may also have been a Soviet Agent, maybe a Sleeper maybe not, all along and it's BREAKING MY HEART FOR FUCKS SAKE NOOOOOOOOOOO

^Literally me right now.

This shit kept me up until five in the morning yesterday.

Also the video is entirely unmarked, no signs that it's connected to the Sleeper series, and it's driving me up the fucking walls

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Night Moves 1

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, stealing, crime, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

Many might complain for the short attention span of the male kind, but you can't agree. In your experience, their lack of focus is a blessing, a profit even. You just need to show them something shiny and let them trip over themselves. So far, that's worked for you.

You giggle, certain to push your chest out just so as your latest mark tells a lame joke. He's kind of cute behind the frameless glasses and questionable choice in facial hair. Easy, is how you'd describe him best.

He reaches across the bar to slide the drink he bought for you closer. You wink at him and pick it up, pouting just so before sipping from the brim.

He watches your lip, hypnotised by your act, by you. You touch the front of his button-up shirt, ignoring the sweat stains under the arms. He nervous and jittery like a puppy. You put your drink down and lean closer on your stool.

"So, IT, sounds interesting. I'm no good with tech," you call over the music, running your hand up and down his lapel. "Do you do house calls?"

"Well, um, I work in an office, I don't... install," he stutters as you play with his top button, flicking it undone and giving an 'oops' expression. He doesn't fix it as you sit back and take another drink. "But if you need something done, I could probably, er, help.”

"Oh yeah, you're so sweet," you dab your mouth with your knuckles daintily, your third drink of the night hitting just right. "How has someone not snatched you up?"

"Uh," he chuckles and looks around, "really?"

"Sure, honey," you touch his collar again, "you're a cutie."

He turns red, a shade to match his garish satin shirt. You're not sure who suggested that but you've seen worse. You drain your glass and fan yourself in the heat of the club.

"Oh, no," you say dramatically, "Jamie, I gotta hit the ladies..."

"Uh, yeah, that's fine, but er, it's Jake, whatever, I'll be here," he grins.

"Amazing," you snatch up your clutch, "I'll be right back, kay, baby."

You pull him close as you hover on the edge of the stool and plant one right on his lips. He's too stunned to react as he lets you kiss him sloppily. You let your hand wander down and snake it around him. You squeeze his ass and purr before popping your mouth off his and dragging your hand away.

"Don't go flirting with other sluts," you hop down off the stool and strut away, sure to swing your hips to distract from the plastic against your palm.

You bring your hand up as you turn down the hall towards the bathroom and admire the golden lettering of his credit card. The dumbass didn't even bother to put it back in his wallet after buying you a cocktail. You roll your eyes and tuck it away in your purse.

You enter the bathroom and check your reflection. You daintily touch your lashes to fix them as two drunken girls argue over the next sink. Twins, huh? Don't see that every day.

Time for a new mission. You hike your tits up and turn to check out your ass. You're not vain but you work hard to maintain your figure. It's part of your work, you have to keep everything in tiptop shape.

You head back out, swaying to the music as you blend back into the crowd. You stop to dance on a few guys, sizing them up as you toy with them. There's only so much BO you can put up with, even if they have a black card.

As you scope out the room, your eye is caught by two watching eyes. Bold and blue and alluring. Attraction is less than intrinsic with these things but damn if this man isn't stunning. You smile at him, tilting your head coyly as you look away.

When you look back, he's still staring. You bite your lip and push away from the guy trying to hump your ass. Animals. Actually, animals have survival instincts, these idiots are all too hammered to smell a fire.

You weave through the crowd as you keep your sights on the man in-- Gucci. Ooo, big spender. The jacket is sleek and cut perfectly to his form. He's fucking hot. You wouldn't mind doing more than fishing in his pockets.

You near, a bit shy as you twist your hands together, leaning on one heel. You bat your lashes as he angles his jaw, "hey."

"Um, hope I'm not stepping on someone else's territory," you grip your clutch tight, "I mean, you're too cute to be here alone."

"I could say the same," he counters, his eyes flicking up and down your body. "Thirsty?"

"I'm a bit parched," you answer.

"After you," he waves towards the bar.

You glance over and see Jamie or whatever looking for you. You smile and smush your lips together, smearing the gloss around.

"Actually, the bar upstairs has better drinks. Doesn't cheap out on the liquor."

"Lead the way," he shrugs.

You push your shoulders up so your chest bounces just a little and you turn on your stilleto. You pass between the bodies as he stays close behind, his shadow looming in the flashing lights. You head upstairs, certain that he's getting a good view of your ass, he might even be able to tell that you have no panties on.

You get to the next floor and head to the bar. The burly blond recognise you and gives a smile as he approaches. The handsome stranger rests his hand on your lower back as he leans over the bar top. "Scotch, and whatever the lady likes."

You order another gin and tonic with lime. You turn to the man as you wait for your drink, his hand dragging to your hip and lingering there. You admire the way his shirt clings to his broad chest.

"You from the city or visiting?" You ask.

"I'm in and out," he says evasively, "do I get a name, beautiful?"

"Roxy," you offer your alias, "and you, sexy?"

"Nick," he answers and he reaches in his jacket pocket and pulls out his wallet. He swipes his card as the bartender holds out the machine.

"Nick, I like that," you preen as he hands you your drink.

"Wanna sit down?" He asks.

You shrug and let him take you to a booth in the corner. You slide in close to him and set your drink down. He casually sips and stretches his arm over your shoulders. Okay, he means business. Maybe it's worth the long con.

"You come here a lot?" He asks as he leans in.

"When I'm bored. Unfortunately, I don't find much fun," you touch his thigh as you shift to face him, "maybe you can change that."

"Maybe," he rubs your shoulder as he draws you even closer, "you're walking around this place with your ass out... I might just have to put it to use."

You brush along his jaw and tilt your head to kiss him. You pull him into a deep embrace, running your hand up and down his chest as you moan into his mouth. He melts into you and you catch yourself doing the same.

Your hand wanders subtly across his jacket. You could probably get his wallet out right there, he has one of those ridiculously slim ones made of metal. Just a little–

His hand fists around yours as his lips part and he curls his arm tight around the back of your neck. You squeak, caught, and he presses his wet lips to your temple. You fucked up, you should've waited, you should've enjoyed that genuine bit of tension a little longer.

“Not so fast, sweetheart,” he growls.

[anonymityisfunwriter]

Two Sides of The Same Coin - Chapter 9: "I Did Something Bad"

"They're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one..."

Pairing: Sunshine!Reader x Grumpy!Bucky Barnes

“Wait," Steve falters, noticing your absence as the chaos of the moment dies down. He sticks his hand out to Wanda, who's assured everyone that she's okay and that there's no need to fuss over her because as terrible as the moment was, you didn't purposely hurt her - she's sure of it. "Where did she go?” 

“It’s fine, FRIDAY will know where she went,” Tony assures him, then proceeds to ask FRIDAY what was your last known location.

And the AI doesn’t know.

All FRIDAY knows is you went out the window into the heavily wooded area alongside the compound. 

“Sam’s going to kill us,” Steve exhales, shutting his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Okay, let’s not panic," Tony starts. "We just have to find her before Sam gets back and realizes she’s gone. Or before she destroys the city or something.”

“Are you insane? We need to call Sam and tell him what happened!” Steve hisses, refusing to let Tony talk him into any more terrible ideas.

“Tony, honestly, that was as much our fault as it was hers. Probably even more so,” Nat reconciles, immediately siding with Steve.

“And how do you figure that?” Tony sarcastically questions.

“I told you that the training wasn’t a good idea, but did you listen? No!” Steve scolds. "I told you she wasn't another one of your experiments, but did that stop you? Of course not."

“Oh like you-”

“Okay, blaming each other isn’t going to help find her,” Nat interjects. “We’re wasting time bickering back and forth when she could be anywhere right now.”

“So how do we find her? Those woods are a lot bigger than they seem and I don't know if you've noticed, she’s kinda got an edge over us.”

“We call Sam,” Steve repeats, this time his tone more demanding. 

“You want to tell Sam we lost an entire person. Better, you want to tell him how we lost an entire person?”

“Who else would know where she would go?”

“I know who,” Steve says, already pulling out his phone.

-

“What the hell happened?” Bucky demands, striding into the conference room looking particularly irate- especially considering all that Steve told him over the phone was that there was an accident, and now you were missing. Furious and worried didn't even begin to describe how Bucky felt. 

“Bucky…” Steve says, stepping in front of the Bucky to try and stop him before he kills Tony. “It was an accident.”

“An accident?” Bucky glowers, stopping just short of Tony and Steve. “What kind of accident makes a person go missing?”

“If you’d stop yelling we’d show you,” Tony retorts, rolling his eyes.

“Show me,” Bucky orders. And the footage he sees does nothing to assuage his anger. 

“What did you do to her?” Bucky hisses, his head snapping away from the screen to Wanda, who's face is contorted with a guilt-ridden expression.

“What did Wanda do?” Clint challenged, having shown up as the rest of the team were coming through security footage to figure out where you’d run off to. 

“I can’t believe you called Bucky. He’s not doing anything except yelling at me! ” Tony seethes.

“He knows her better than all of us," Steve reconciles. "I thought he might know where she might’ve run off to.”

“Well, do you?" Tony snarks. "Or are you just here to defend your girlfriend?” 

Bucky ignores Tony’s snide comment, taking another step toward the man. “I’ve been on countless missions with her and she’s never done anything like that. Never hurt a single person until Wanda started poking around in her head.”

“Bucky’s right,” Wanda concedes, feeling particularly guilty that she, a seasoned Avenger, got caught up in a simple sparring match. “I pushed too hard- I shouldn’t have looked in her head.”

“She could’ve killed you,” Clint sneers, more at Bucky than anyone else.

“Fuck off, Clint. You weren’t even there!” Bucky shouts.

“And you were?” Clint shoots back.

“You’ve never even met her!” Bucky counters, turning his ire toward Clint.

“I don’t need to meet her to know that she tried to kill Wanda!” Clint continues.

“Clint,” Wanda interrupts, lifting a hand to signal to him to back down. “It was an accident. I don’t think she was trying to hurt me.”

“Is that supposed to make it better?” Clint fumes.

“We got caught up in the moment. We were both out of line.”

“If I may, I don’t believe the girl meant to cause Wanda any harm,” Vision interjects. 

“The intent doesn’t matter! She did. She hurt Wanda. I don’t care who’s fault it was or who pushed who, Wanda is the one that was hurt, we can’t really be okay with that?” Clint asks the room, only getting more upset when no one backs him up. 

“You don’t get it,” Wanda snaps. “I do- I understand feeling out of control, and you don’t. It was not her fault. No one in this room is going to hold this against her or so help me God-”

“Okay,” Tony groans. “Now that we’ve established that it was indeed an accident, maybe we should get back to finding the missing person.”

“I’m serious, Clint,” Wanda pointedly remarks to Clint, who just grunts in response.

“Great,” Bucky sneers. “You two are done being jackasses. Now we still have to find her!”

“Well where do you suggest we look, since you apparently know her better than everyone else?” Clint scoffs.

“You know what?” Bucky exhales, uncrossing his arms and standing up straighter. He takes a step toward Clint, practically sizing the other man up, it's only Steve sticking his arms between the two men that keeps them separated. “Screw you. I’m going to go find her and you guys can tell Sam how you lost her in the first place.”

Steve and Tony both watch as Bucky storms off in the general direction that you disappeared in. Tony sighs, “Yeah, Sam’s going to kill us.”

-

“I’m back!” Sam calls, throwing his jacket on the couch as he walks past the threshold. “How’d it go?”

“Sam,” Steve winces, absolutely dreading the moment he has to tell his friend that he lost someone they were both supposed to keep safe.

Sam’s smile slowly drops, seeing the serious look on Steve and Tony’s face. “Where is she?”

“Sam, there was a little bit of an incident.”

“What?” Sam deadpans. “What kind of incident? Is she okay?”

“She’s fine, physically. But… we kind of lost her,” Steve anxiously admits.

“You what?” Sam shouts. “What kind of incident makes you lose a whole person, Steve?”

“It might be easier if we show you.”

And when the clip is done playing, Sam is furious. Right on par with how furious Bucky was. “Is Wanda okay?” Sam asks, his voice barely loud enough for even Steve to hear. 

“Yeah, she’s fine,” Steve quietly responds. “Sam, we’re really-”

“Have you two lost your minds?” Sam says, his voice just above an eerie whisper. “We’re moving in here- in a week. One week. And you two do this?”

“We’re really-”

“I leave you alone for four hours,” Sam continues, talking right over Steve as his voice gets progressively louder. “Four hours! And not only did you cause her and her powers to spiral, you lost her! You’ve lost an entire person!”

“In our defense-” Tony starts.

“Zip it,” Sam snaps. “You- you two know better. I entrusted her to you, not only my asset, but my friend. I trusted you to watch her and instead, you two throw her into a training room without proper supervision.”

“We were watching her.”

“Really?” Sam rhetorically asks, crossing his arms. “Did you stop the training once you saw it get out of hand?”

“We didn’t know-”

“She doesn’t know!” Sam booms, his fist tightly clenched as he tries to remind himself that the two men in front of him are also his friends and coworkers- and that punching them in the face would probably not help the situation. “She doesn’t know her limits. She doesn’t understand that her power has limits. You two do! I introduced you to her because I thought the team might help her understand those limits, but instead you used her as some sick form of entertainment.”

“It wasn’t like that,“ Steve insists, guilt still twisting at his stomach.

Sam holds his hand up, effectively cutting off the conversation. His first priority was finding you- he could yell at them later. “I’m not done yelling at you, but I need to go find her.”

Steve nods. “Bucky’s been out looking along with Nat and Wanda. She went into the woods through an open window.”

“Great. I’m sure that’s going to make it so much easier to find her.” He turns, snatching up his jacket. As Sam’s about to walk out of the door, he turns back to Tony, a threatening look in his eye, “And if I ever see you yell at her like that again, we’re going to have bigger problems than this.”

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summary :: you calling mike out on his bs & comforting will

genre :: fluff w will

male!reader x will byers (WOMEN DNI)

you didn't know what happened, you were in mike's basement playing dnd with will, mike and lucas. lucas and mike seemed uninterested so you were trying your best to make the campaign more interesting then will got tired, got up to leave and you heard yelling, specifically mike being a douche and you have had enough.

you only arrived to the point of the argument when will stormed off with his bike, knowing damn well you cant bike for shit.

you turn to mike, the urge to punch him thrumming into your irritation. "why the fuck would you do that?" you ask him, trying to contain your anger from your tone. "wh- are you taking his side?" he yells at you, that was what made you click. "shut up wheeler! i know you guys have girlfriends, i know you have priorities but seriously? do you even know what he went through?" you argue practically fuming, mike clearly pissed off by this proceeds to say, "yeah! he went missing for a week in the most scariest place ever, he got possessed by the mind flayer."

you scoff, "he was robbed of a perfectly good and normal childhood because of stupid monsters! he's used to want to play with you guys because he wants to relive his childhood. not just that but our friendship, how it used to be, before el, before he went missing and before you became the most fucked up best friend i have ever fucking seen." you say to him, jabbing your pointer finger on his chest over and over again.

it was only the rain and the silence, he was frozen to the spot. "i'm going after him." you lean back with a sigh, "let me take-" you sent him a glare, he stopped talking. "you have done enough, i'm gonna do will better." you mutter to him, grabbing an umbrella from the hamper and opened it, beginning to head to the byers household first.

you have been to everywhere will would have disappeared to, the arcade, the byers and the records store. but he wasn't there so you went to a place you never have went to ever since he went missing. it was getting dark but, you couldn't just leave will.

you arrived to castle byers, sweating in your armpits and socks wet from rain. you saw the small wooden hut destroyed, will doing the destroying to be exact. he was punding a large stick on to the wooden hut, completely tearing the entrance.

you immediately ran to him and sheltered his figure with the umbrella in your hand. he seemed to have notice, turning around, red nose- face wet, you could tell he had been crying- it wasn't just evident due to the rain. a sight that broke you internally, making you furious at mike once again.

"mike is a jerk." you tell him and he only stays silent for a while then grabbed you by your neck to hug you. "thank you for trying to make the campaign more interesting for them." he whispers, you could only catch a little of it though, it was still pouring. "yeah and i hate the fact that you biked away, you know i can't bike!" you scoff taking his shoulders by your hands and forced him to look at you. "i looked all over for you." you say to him, dead in the eye. he looked to the ground, upset. "i'm sor-" you shush him, "you know the least bit you could do is maybe don't say sorry because it's those losers fault and not yours, and let's go to your place."

you were in the byers household, no one was there except the both of you. jonathan was probably with nancy, but that was al you knew. will was cleaning himself up in his room while you were busy making pb&j sandwhiches for the both of you, barefoot because your wet socks were feeling uncomfortable. he went back with semi-wet hair and sat down on the dining chair as you slid a plate of the sandwhich towards him. he started eating it and you eat up as well, he kept glancing at you- maybe expecting you to say something.

after a few minutes you set down your half eaten sandwich and looked at him, "i know the others have been ignoring you because of... their girlfriends but i want you to know that, i'm really glad that you're alive, i know you're barely perfectly happy right now and i'm just really sorry for everyone's behavior to you recently." you explain nervously, you really didn't want to touch a nerve accidentally. will finished his sandwich and looks at you with a smile, "you're probably the only one that understands me right now." will admits guiltily. "can i give you a hug?" you ask impulsively. once you realized what you asked you widened your eyes and your hands flew up as an expression "i don't know why i said that- it's just sad to see you like this and a few words of assurance won't totally make up for today." will chuckled, "well- you made me a sandwich." he told you. "but i think it would be better if that hug offer is still open." you felt your cheeks flush of how adorable and timid that sounded out of him. you approached him and your arms slips around his shoulder, the both of you not breaking eye contact, and you could feel your heart flutter and air getting knocked out from your lungs. you buried your head on his shoulder, trying to hide the fact that you're practically blushing right now. he reluctantly wrapped his arms around your shoulders as well and snorts. "this is... so awkward." he laughs as you laugh along. "hey, you asked for the hug!"

(this is lowkey so badd)