#just to give myself a little breathing room and build up the queue

[papayatori]

Fall Away (p1)

Inumaki Toge x fem!reader

Jujutsu Kaisen fanfic.. bit out of the ordinary for me I suppose but I'm currently on a JJK kick and this is the outcome. For plot purposes, this isn't exactly cannon whatsoever, it's honestly just for fun and I hope that I'm not the only one that enjoys it.

New year, new me, they said.

Start fresh, they said.

How the hell did it end up like this on the first day?

My new school was beautiful, etched with Japanese architecture and blossoming trees that seemed to stretch for miles on end. The uniforms were a bit stiff, the skirt seemed to ruffle no matter how hard I attempted to control the scruffy feeling of the fabric against my legs. Or maybe I was just nervous?

My parents had offered to let me transfer into a new school after being maliciously targeted by the other first years. School had always been rough for me, I could never read or write up to par with the rest of the kids regardless of how many endless, sleepless nights of trying to overcome my disability. The only thing I ever seemed to be relatively decent at was my artwork, and even that had become more stranger as the years went on. On multiple occasions, I had found myself doodling morphed creatures who were oddly shaped. Soon the nightmares took over what little sleep I would get, filling my consciousness of curses and the metallic stench of death itself. I had never been the normal, irresponsible teenager that I had longed to be because of this, slowly spiraling into a deep-end depression.

After multiple bad encounters my parents refused to give me any details on, they insisted that this school would end the seemingly endless taunting of the first years.

Looking around in awe, my breath hitched when an unwanted hand touched my shoulder. I tensed immediately. The hand offered me nothing but a chuckle.

“Like what you see, y/l/n?” The booming, egotistical sounding voice from beside me spoke. I turned my head instinctively to the sound of it, revealing a blindfolded man with spiked silvery hair. Despite the color, he looked quite young. He chuckled once again.

“I suppose I’ll take that as a yes.” The hand pulled away from my shoulder, leaving me dumbfounded and dazed. I suppose he must have read the confused look on my face before he continued.

“The names’ Satoru Gojo, I’ll be your teacher.” Despite his eyes being covered, I could see how genuine his grin was. I relaxed a little, giving a small nod.

He began walking and talking, guiding me into what I assumed was the main building but wasn’t sure as there were multiple littering the school grounds. Gojo continued to ask me questions about where I was from and what I was capable of, but I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant by that. A small curve of his lips told me there was something he was keeping from me as he continued to explain the ins and outs of the school.

We eventually ended up in one of the classrooms on the other side of the building. Before we entered the classroom he squeezed my shoulder once more, seemingly sensing my nerves.

“I think you’ll like the others, they haven’t been told anything however, so I’ll have to warn you. They can be a bit… excitable.” Before I had a chance to respond, the door was swung open.

“NEW STUDENT?” I heard a boy yell, I took this as my queue to enter. I gave a shy wave followed by a small smile that was framed by my flushed cheeks.

“Hi, my name is-“ you were cut off abruptly by the smug teacher in the middle of the classroom.

“Y/l/n y/n!” Gojo finished for you, you gave him a glare but couldn’t help but release the small smile playing on your lips. I saw several faces around the room. All eyes seemed to be on you as Gojo motioned for you to join him in the center. Reluctantly, you followed his motions.

The pink haired boy in the center of the room seemed to be overly enthusiastic. His eyes were big and bold, following your movements like a puppy who was overly excited to see the world for the first time. He offered you a huge grin before sticking his hand out for me to shake. I accepted, his larger hand engulfing mine in a vigorous shake that almost knocked me off of my feet.

“Sorry, Itadori tends to get a bit excited when we get new students.” Gojo spoke for him, seemingly unfazed by this Itadori. I smiled more, having a feeling I would get along with the puppy-like student.

I took another look around the room at the students who slowly started to introduce themselves to me. My eyes landed on a very curious person who, in fact, was not a person, but a panda. I chuckled lightly as he introduced himself to me. He shook my hand like any other person would have if they were to do so. The green-haired second year, who I later learned was named Maki, was the next to say anything to me. "Don't mind the others, they tend to be a little stupid at times." She said in a serious tone; but with the gleam in her eyes, I could tell she was only joking. I giggled a little, hoping I would talk with her more often. The next person I met was much more serious. He had dark hair that seemed to point in every direction, his gaze seemingly held firm no matter what was being discussed. His voice sent a chill down my spine, as if he was housing some sort of energy I couldn't sense completely. His name was Megumi, though most of them talked with him like they would anyone else. I made a mental note to keep a small distance between us for now.

Nobara, however, I think was my favorite. We spoke for a long time. seemingly disrupting everyone time to time with our fits of giggles. There was two more people in the back of the class that I had yet to meet. One of which I had learned was named Yuta, he seemed to be troubled and reminded me a lot of Megumi. The other, however, wore a high collared uniform that covered the bottom half of his face, shielding his features from me. He hadn't said a single word since I had entered the room, only eyeing me curiously and giving a subtle wave.

"So, how'd you get into the school, y/l/n?" I heard Itadori ask curiously, the rest of the class came back to attention at the sound of his question. Gojo winced.

"It appears I have failed to mention that small detail." I felt Maki glare at him from across the room as he sheepishly tucked his arm behind his neck. "You mean she doesn't know?" She spoke up, her tone becoming suffocating. Gojo nodded in her direction a single time. She let out a groan from beside me.

"I don't know what?" I questioned, feeling all eyes turn to me once more.

"Why exactly did you transfer here specifically y/l/n?" Maki spoke smoothly before Gojo could interject. My head tilted to the side in questioning. Had they not been told? "Mostly just a few issues back at my last school with teasing. It wasn't anything too drastic, but it took a turn for the worst this year and my parents decided it was best for me to go here instead." Maki nodded once stiffly.

"They didn't explain to you the type of school this is, did they?" She said once again before glaring at Gojo once more. He seemed to be unfazed, whereas I might have sunken further into the seat I was sitting in had they been directed at me. Nobara tensed further beside me. I took a breath before speaking again.

"No, they only mentioned that it would be different from my public high school." I heard Itadori's face hit the desk in front of him, causing me to jump slightly.

"Jujutsu High is a school for elite sorcerers, y/l/n. Though we aren't the only school, we are one of the most skilled in the country compared to most. It doesn't surprise me that your parents chose to send you here and not anywhere else, I'm just not certain as to why they chose to send you to a school of cursed energy without explaining to you why or not knowing why themselves." She explained. I felt my world start to spin. Why had they failed to mention such an important detail? "Maybe they didn't realize they were sending her to a school of sorcerers." Panda spoke up into the conversation, earning a small grin from Gojo.

"I find that unlikely. I was told y/l/n could sense cursed spirits, that she attracted them to her old home in Tokyo." My eyes widened in Gojo's direction. That might explain the strange dreams and possibly even the nightmares, but had I really attracted a cursed spirit?

"You didn't know any of this?" Nobara whispered to me. I shrugged.

"I have been known for drawing some pretty strange looking things throughout the last few years, I've also had nightmares most nights. Though, I don't have any reason to lie about the fact that I was unaware I was seeing spirits." I reasoned. They seemed to accept that answer as we continued on with the conversation.

"With that said, I think we owe you an apology." Okkotsu spoke up from his position in the back. He stood, walking to the front where I was seated beside Nobara. He extended his hand for me to shake. "I'm sorry we assumed too much; I hope we can become friends." He gave a shy, almost unconfident smile that was shaken loosely under his cheeks. Maybe I had misjudged him.

Gojo turned towards me again as the others started filing out of the classroom, muttering something about them going to train for the rest of the afternoon. He sent me a lopsided grin that gave me a start. I caught eyes with the high collared boy once more before he walked out with the others, his eyes lingering on mine before he hurried away. I couldn't read his emotions or sense his thoughts at all, and this startled me again. My cheeks tinged a pink color when Gojo stopped in front of me.

"That's Inumaki Toge if you were wondering." He stated slightly. My cheeks warmed once more as I sank down further into the folds of my uniforms' hood. "Interested?" I averted my gaze to the desk in front of me, not sure if I really was or not. "Okay, I won't tease you... At least not yet. What I really wanted to talk about was your cursed energy." My gaze lifted again, looking him in where I figured his eyes would be.

"I'm not sure about it myself, if that's what you're wondering." I said, feeling a small amount of embarrassment resonate within me. He chuckled.

"I figured as much; it's why I'm going to spend the rest of the afternoon teaching you about it." His grin widened as he danced a little in his position in front of me. I gave him a lopsided glance; I wasn't sure what to make of his childlike behavior.

The rest of the afternoon went something along the lines of Gojo attempting to explain to me what the hell was going on in my nightmares and me being hopelessly confused and terrified. As I was unpacking my belongings in my dorm, I had started to wonder exactly what this place would have in store for me because of this said, 'cursed attraction'.

Without any warning, Nobara broke into my room at full speed, completely out of breath with a wild grin spread across her face. I blinked rapidly, my heartrate increasing. Maki was close behind her followed, by the looks of things, by the rest of the students who are in my class as well.

"Will you be joining us all for dinner?" She exclaimed, still attempting to catch her breath. Did she run a marathon to get to my room? I smiled a little, happy to release the startled breath I was holding.

"I don't think I have much of a choice now, do I? You seem to have brought everyone along with you." I grinned, allowing my answer to be obvious. Yuji shoved passed Maki, earning a glare from her once more. I chuckled lightly.

"Sorry we scared you, we were just really excited. We ran all the way here." "I noticed." "What are we waiting for then?" Panda said, pushing the others back out of the room and leading us down the hallway. I shoved my phone in my pocket and followed suit.

"So.. do you like it here?" I heard Nobara question me on our way to the sushi place downtown. Yuji had insisted we go, claiming it was the best he'd ever had.

"It's definitely lively, that's for sure." I said with a smile. My attention kept falling back on the boy with the raised collar. I was distracted throughout the entirety of our outing and could hardly focus on the food itself, which by the way, Yuji was not overexaggerating about. It was probably the best sushi I had ever had that wasn't homemade. Though it was nothing in comparison to my interest with Inumaki. His glance occasionally veered my way, causing us to hold eye contact more times than I would have liked. While everyone was holding their own side conversations, Maki elbowed me in the side.

"Oi, we can all see the both of you. You should just speak to him when we get back. I'm sure he'd like to meet you as well." For the first time since I had met her, she smirked proudly at me. My cheeks flushed in response. "You think he's cute, don't you?" Yuji piped up louder than I would've liked. This caused Nobara to giggle beside me. "I just haven't talked to him yet. He's oddly quiet." Maki gave me a side glance.

'Toge is a cursed speech user, y/n. He doesn't speak much because of it." She then realized I had no clue what she meant before explaining further. "We'll get more into that in your lessons tomorrow." I nodded at her, shoving more sushi into my mouth.

Inumaki, who I suppose sensed we were speaking of him, or heard us due to Yuji's loudmouth, waved at me with what I assumed was a small smile. I returned it, earning another laugh from Nobara. "This is going to be fun to witness for the next few days." She said, earning an elbow in the side from me.

It seemed as though this group was easy to fall into. Everyone was kind and tried to keep me roped into the conversation. Megumi, Yuta, and Inumaki didn't speak much, but they were still engaged and just as lively as the rest when it came down to it. Not to mention, the others could keep a conversation just as interesting without having to worry about the others speaking up much. I found myself not wanting to leave the little sushi restaurant as we retreated back to the school. I find it hard to believe that I fit in so well with a group of people who didn't seem to fit anywhere else but here. Though, I suppose that could be why we fit together so well, simply because we were all different in some way to those around us. "I have a feeling I'm going to really like it here.' I muttered to Nobara as she walked me to my room. She smiled brightly.

"I really hope you mean that. The group hasn't been as lively recently because of the rapid cursed energy increase around the country. I think we all needed a reminder that we aren't the only ones out there." I glanced at her, unsure as to how to respond to such a thing.

"I've never fit in anywhere, either, y/n. It's not hard to tell that you grew up with troubles. I think you'll find that some people just tend to fit better with those who have also had said troubles." With that, she shut the door behind her, leaving me in my room by myself to think about the darkness that surrounded me, that might soon fill itself up with enough light to combat itself.

[adultswim2021]

That Crook'd 'Sipp #1: “That Tree of Strife” | May 14, 2007 - 12:15AM | Special

This show is so bland and unappetizing that my body practically rejects it. What is this? Okay: It’s sorta like Arrested Development but it’s in the south, and sorta but not-really has to do with hip-hop, which I guess is big in Atlanta. I mean, that’s like, a motif in the show, and has characters who are rap guys in there. It’s like Arrested Development because it’s about a big dysfunctional white family that’s fallen from grace. Not from any big incident or whatever; they just let themselves crumble into mediocrity. Okay, I should have said this at the beginning: It’s like Grey Gardens meets Arrested Development. That’s how I should have said it. It’s in the South, though, too. And there’s rap guys who are around.

The plot concerns a little girl trying to figure out who her daddy is. A guy in a wheelchair shows up purporting to be the dad. There’s wacky characters in the family who all have a thing going on. It’s rendered sorta like Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends. I think there was some cross-over behind the scenes? Maybe? I might have made that up. I think maybe both of them are derivative of the UPA style, but I’m not a devotee of UPA either; in fact I’ve seen very little UPA stuff.

I remember almost nothing about this show from when I first saw it, and that whole body-rejecting thing I opened with really isn’t far from the truth at all. I find this show to be so lackluster and repugnant that I remember the first time I sat through this and thinking the whole thing felt foreign. Like they were speaking an entirely different language. Everything is sorta ironically detached. Old-fashioned cartoon noises are used in a quasi-ironic way. The dialogue is mostly delivered in an intentionally disinterested tone. The characters are all wacky but only in surface level ways. It’s so BORING. It’s SO FUCKING BORING. The first time I saw this it washed over me and I wasn’t even sure what I saw. I HATE IT AND DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT ANY MORE. Fuck this fucking show. There. I wrote it up! FUCK YOU.

Oh, I have to say stuff about what happened with this show. Okay. This show, I think it was initially picked up as a series but it never happened. Instead, it eventually morphed into Freaknik: The Musical, which I don’t remember too well, but I remember it being better than this. GOOD!

MAIL BAG

What if you did a writeup every other day, give you more breathing room, or take a few weeks off to build a backlog :)

You’ve picked up on the fact that I’ve taken a few random nights off in a relatively short span of time. Most of those were coincidental, where I neglected to add whatever write-up I was doing to my publishing queue, and found myself unusually away from my computer. But yeah, I’ve been needing some time off, so random nights off might be a recurring thing from here on out.

[whitesuited]

mini psa --- im hitting pause on answering stuff from my inbox (  i have plans on getting back to it probably tomorrow if i’m good and productive  ) in order to tackle some of the older drafts that keep giving me the stink eye when i go into that tab. so if you sent something recently and haven’t seen it responded to yet, this would be why.

[funkymbtifiction]

random thoughts

Days later, I’m still thinking about Amy Chua’s book, Tiger Mother, because I can see some of her excessive Te in myself at times—not in how I deal with other people, but in how I deal with myself. What her youngest daughter said to her really stuck me, that her mother had made her hate learning the violin, by forcing her to do too much of it. It makes me wonder if my self-discipline in terms of my hobbies is making it less enjoyable to me than it could be, simply because I am trying too hard to improve in those areas.

A friend once told me, “You don’t do hobbies, you go after them as if they are a paid job.” It’s true, I am an “improving learner/hobbist.” I have to be the best at it. I tell myself, “Even if nobody ever reads this book, it’s still going to be the best writing I have ever done.” And then I mercilessly pour over it to make sure that happens. My father calls it being a creative perfectionist. And I am, but it's also draining. I won't let anyone else shape it for me. I have to do it all myself.

It may be no better or worse than some other writer, but I have given up a lot of things to just focus on writing and getting good at it. But it has narrowed my focus so much, I don’t see the point in doing anything else. I don’t experiment with hobbies, I don’t dabble in my free time. Whatever I decide to do, I’m aware is going to take over a huge chunk of my focus and my life, in my need to be terrific at it.

Some of that has seeped over into Funky. I have to be the best typist out there. I have to get things right. So I over-focus and over-think and make sure the queue is filled even on days when I don't want to write another word about extroverted sensing. I have run myself a bit ragged to keep it going the last couple of years, while struggling with pandemic-related fatigue and depression. I still show up and do the work, even when I don't feel like it or possess the energy for it.

Part of me is proud of this intense "work ethic" in my private time, but the other part of me knows it's also not good for me mentally. I don’t know whether this is the fault of being a "reliable" sp/so who builds things and works on them for decades (Funky is now 8 years old), or if this is an extension of my super-ego 6, or if I am bearing down too hard on my tert-Te, or if I am neglecting my 7 wing, but at times it feels like I’ve forgotten how to just have fun. But unless I am being productive or making progress, I feel like I am wasting my time.

This post doesn't really achieve anything other than to put it out there, in case anyone else feels the same. And since I need to learn more balance and drive myself less, I will be reducing the number of characters I post for a while. One a day instead of two will give me a little more room to breathe. I don't know that I can ever achieve balance with such a Te need to be "driven," but I will try.

[myhockeyworld87]

Bubble Wrapped - Part 14

Word Count: 3,417

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning, Pens, Jackets, Canes, Islanders

Notes: Well, here we are onto another part of Bubble Wrapped. When we last left this story, our reader had just had a magical date with Matt Barzal. Will she stick with him of go looking for someone new to hook up. So I’m hoping the wrap this story up in a couple more parts. As always feedback is greatly appreciated and wanted…hahaha! Luv ya all!! Happy Reading to all! Also sorry for posting this late. I’ll queue for tomorrow afternoon as well.

As soon as you said goodbye to Mat, you checked on how things were going at the hotel. Tomorrow would be another hectic day as the Canes would be moving out and the Islanders moving in, and you wanted to make sure everything was in order. By the time you got up to the suite, both Dougie and Svech were already upstairs in their room, though you found Joel over at the bar pouring himself a dram of one the most expensive whiskeys you had.

 “Don’t worry, you can bill me or I’ll have a bottle shipped here to replace it,” he said before taking a healthy swallow of the strong spirit.

 “I’m not worried about it. Pour me one if you don’t mind.”

 “Really? Never took you for a whiskey girl.”

 “My father taught me to appreciate it,” you told him taking the glass he offered, then sipping the amber liquid. “And well, this is something that should be appreciated. Sorry about the game.”

 “I’m not sure you are.”

 “And what does that mean exactly?”

 Joel eyed you suspiciously. “Please after that little scene downstairs. I’m sure you’ll be happy to be rid of us.”

 You knew that he had seen you with Mat. That he was taking it like this stunned you, for honestly, you thought Svech would be more of a problem than Joel. Taking a deep breath and exhaling it, you attempted to explain. “I’m not sure what you want me to say, Joel. We never promised anything or talked about anything more after that one night.”

 “I didn’t think we had to,” he said rather harshly, and you gave him a look of warning to keep it down knowing that Dougie and Svech were upstairs. “When you share something like we did, it sort of speaks for itself.”

 “Apparently, it doesn’t.” The look of hurt on his face sent a horrible twist in your gut. “I’m sorry Joel. I didn’t think that it was anything more than just a one-time thing for you.”

 He downed the rest of his whiskey, his fingers almost white as he gripped the crystal. “I guess that’s all it was for you.” You knew you’d been playing a dangerous game with these men. Which is why when you were with Mat tonight, you thought you needed to end it. This bubble would be over soon, and you knew you had some decisions to make.

 “I don’t know what you want me to say. You never asked me out. Mat did. It’s as simple as that.” You knew that really wasn’t a valid explanation but it was all you had. “Maybe if this,” you said motioning between the two of you. “Happened at a different time or a different place, but it didn’t.”

 His shoulders sagged and you could see the defeat not only from the game but you as well, in his eyes. “And now I’m leaving in the morning.”

 “Unfortunately, you are.”

 He released the glass, and moved from behind the bar, walking so that only inches separated the two of you. “Well, if you ever change your mind, let me know.” He grabbed your waist and hauled you close to his body before his lips came down on yours. The kiss was hard and punishing, one meant to leave a lasting impression and it did. There was part of you that just wanted to melt into him, but then you pushed him back, knowing that it wasn’t right when you had feelings for another. Well more than one person actually, and to throw someone else in the mix wasn’t right. “Goodbye, (Y/N).” With that he headed upstairs, leaving you to wonder if you’d ever see him again.

 You grabbed the glass of whiskey and downed the rest of its contents. The taste of the expensive alcohol lost on you. You stood by the bar wondering how the hell you’d gotten yourself in this predicament. For years you’d watched the bachelor or bachelorette wondering how their feelings could be so torn between two people in so little time. Now, you found yourself with that same dilemma. Your heart was already torn by three men and now it ached for Joel, though not in the same way it did for the other guys. You headed to your room, locking the door behind you. The last thing you needed was Svech coming to your door in the middle of the night.

 Sleep came easily, and by the time you woke in the morning the men were all packed and ready to go. You bid them all farewell, noting a hint of sadness in both Joel and Andrei, though you pushed it away and went on with your day. By the afternoon, thoughts of the Canes were starting to dwindle as you worked towards moving the New York based team into the hotel. You saw Mat wink at you, as room assignments were given, and butterflies started to churn in your stomach.

 They had a game that night, so you didn’t expect to see Mat at all. The knock on your door that evening was a surprise, and you barreled down the stairs to answer it. “Do you always answer the door in nothing but a t-shirt?” Mat asked.

 “Um…No. I actually forgot this was all I had on. I was just getting ready for bed, but I can go change.”

 “No. Don’t. I wasn’t complaining,” he told you as he finally stepped inside, and kissed your cheek. “Hope it’s not too late?”

 “It’s not.” It was then that you realized your hair was thrown up in a messy bun and you had absolutely not one drop of makeup on your face. “I’m just surprised you’re here after moving in and playing tonight. I thought you’d be exhausted.”

 Mat simply shrugged. “Not really, kind of keyed up from the win. Did you watch?”

 You had of course, but you were also watching the Stars and Tyler, or at least you had been until Mat knocked on your door. “Of course, you played well.” He had even though he didn’t score.

 “Thanks, I didn’t mean to bug you,” he told you glancing around the suite and taking everything in. “I just wanted to stop by and see you for a minute. You know…now that I’m in the building and all.”

 The two of you were standing at the door still somewhat awkwardly. Why did this man make you so nervous all of the sudden? “You’re not bugging. Did you want to stay for a while?”

 Mat had his hands in his pockets, almost as if he was trying to keep them from pulling off what little clothes you had on. “I’d like that.”

 “Have a seat. I’m just going to run upstairs, turn off the tv, and uh….” You motioned down to your attire or lack thereof. Mat stopped you though, right as you made a move to leave.

 “Seriously (Y/N), don’t change.” His hands went to your hips and he drew your body close to his. “You look sexy as hell like this, and that’s me telling you the truth. I’m not trying to make a move or something. We can just cuddle on the couch for a bit.”

 Your arms looped around his neck, enjoying the feel of his thick muscles there. “Ok.” You kissed him then, just sweet and tenderly, half hoping that it would turn into more, but Mat pulled away before that could happen and led you to the couch. He pulled you down onto his lap, curling your body into his.

 “I thought about this all day.” He confessed.

 “Did you?”

 “Mmmhmm.” His large hands began to caress your skin and you felt yourself melting into him. “So, what were you watching.”

 “I just had whatever game was on.”

 “Oh, watching the competition huh? Should I be worried?”

 “Maybe a little,” you teased though only partly considering you did have feelings for Tyler.

 “Oh, ok,” he scoffed a little. “Hand me the remote and let me see who my competition is.” It was the last thing you wanted to do, but you found yourself giving him the control to turn on the game.  The Stars were playing Calgary that night, in what appeared to be their final game of the series if the score was any indication. “Tell me you’re not talking to Tkachuk?” Mat seemed almost offended at the idea.

 “He’s a little young for me.” Matthew Tkachuk was older than Svech, though not by much. Had the opportunity ever presented itself you may have fallen in bed with the curly-haired forward, but couldn’t see anything lasting with him.

 “He’s not that much younger than me, but I like that he’s not on your radar. So, let me see who else do we have here.” You could see him watching each line change and knew that you needed to deter him before he guessed Tyler and you’d end up giving yourself away. “Is it Hanifin? He’s a year younger than me I think.” You grabbed the remote and clicked off the television. “Hey, what’d you do that for?”

 “Because I’m not going to spend all night having you guess about someone that isn’t here in this room with me.” You threaded your fingers through the longer locks at the nape of his neck. “Especially when we could be doing so many other things.” You pulled his mouth down on yours, kissing him hard and letting him know what you really wanted now that he was here.

 Mat read your cue perfectly. His tongue swept in and took control, ravaging your mouth and stealing you of your senses. He cupped both of your cheeks, practically fusing your lips to his in a breath-stealing kiss. The two of you stayed like that for some time, neither of you making a move to take it any further, but then you felt his hand slide down to your neck and over your back. The move was subtle and gentle, and Mat’s warm hand on your back had you leaning in even closer to his body; wanting and needing more. Before you knew it, you found yourself shifting, so that you straddled his hips.

 Mat’s hands stole under the hem of your shirt, to cup the globes of your ass, and a gasp left your lips causing the two of you to break apart. “I promised myself I wouldn’t take things this far tonight,” Mat whispered, his breathing harsh.

 “That’s a pretty big promise to make without even consulting me,” you teased, peppering him with kisses.

 “I just don’t want you to think that I’m only here for sex.” The look on his face, had you pulling back. “I meant what I said last night when I told you I want more.”

 You sat back on your haunches, still straddling him and feeling his erection growing. “I know Mat. Look, I can’t promise you anything…” His wounded puppy dog eyes were slowly killing you. “Yet. I still need time to think.”

 “I understand.” You weren’t entirely sure he did, for he looked like a lost puppy.

 “I can make you one promise though.” You tilted his chin up, which had fallen down in dejection moments ago. “While we’re here in Toronto, I won’t be with anyone else but you.”

 The sadness in his eyes left, replaced by a sparkle of hope. “That’s all I can ask.” Mat kissed you then, his tongue invading your mouth, swirling with yours. This time when his hands went to the hem of your shirt they didn’t stop until he had it off of your body, leaving you clad in nothing but a lacy thong. “God, you’re beautiful.” His hands glided up your sides until they reached the undersides of your breasts. He cupped them both, squeezing and kneading the flesh in his hands, as your back arched into his palms. Mathew’s lips traveled down your collarbone, only stopping once he had one nipple between them. You moaned into the room, clutching at his scalp as he sucked and nibbled on the little peak.

 Your hips started to rock back and forth against Mat’s, feeling his erection grow against you. “Where’s the bedroom?” Mat hissed out lifting both of your bodies off the sofa. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively. “I’m not taking you on some couch again.”

 You softly chuckled at him. “Upstairs, on the right.” He was taking the stairs two at a time as if you weighed no more than a feather. You clutched at his neck dropping kisses to his face and collarbone along the way. Once he entered your bedroom, he slammed the door shut. “No one else is here…” You meant to tell him that there was no need to shut the door, but then he pinned you against it, his hips thrusting into yours and you moaned out.

 Mat kissed you long and hard, stealing your breath away. You could feel yourself growing wet with desire as your tongues mated together, mimicking what your bodies wanted to do. Mat finally pulled away, his eyes darting around the room in search of the bed. Once he located it, he carried you over to it, laying you down gently while his body hovered over yours. “You’re so damn beautiful.” You reached for him then, bringing his lips to yours, just needing to kiss him again. Mat’s kisses were intoxicating. They made you feel as if they were only meant for kissing you and damn if that didn’t feel amazing. But then they were gone, though still on your body making their way down to your breasts, before continuing on to your core.

 He slid your panties off and spread your legs, as he dropped kisses all around your pussy, evading that one place you yearned to have him kiss. Mat stripped off his shirt before kneeling in front of you and sliding you to the edge, so he could work his way up your inner thigh. You leaned up on your elbows watching, as a smirk crossed his face; a devilish grin transforming him into a kid that had been caught opening his Christmas presents early, right before his lips found your clit. “Ooohh,” you moaned out, your head falling back and your arms trembling with an effort to hold your upper body up, as his mouth did unholy things to you.

 “You like that baby?” Mat asked and you could feel him grinning against your cunt. His tongue flattened against you before you could answer and all you could do to reward him was moan out his name. You fell back against the bed, your hands clutching at the bedsheets, as he pushed his tongue deep inside you.

 “Fuck,” you hissed out, one hand threading into his locks and encouraging him to continue. His tongue was like magic, as he licked and sucked at your core. You couldn’t help your hips lifting up into him, as sensation after sensation started to rip through your body. Mat held you down with one strong arm across your midsection, still working his mouth over you. Pressure from his splayed hand on your mons rocketed through your body and you thought you were going to explode then and there, but then Mat dipped his finger inside you, only in to his first knuckle while he lapped at your clit. You were teetering on the edge, ready to break at any second but Mat wasn’t ready for that just yet. He removed his finger, coated with your wetness, and spread it all over your pussy.

 “You’re so damn wet, baby. Do you know what that does to me? How hard it makes me.” Fuck you loved it when he said things like this. His finger dipped back inside, this time all the way and you groaned out at how good it made you feel. He pumped it in and out of you a few times before adding another. “You’re so tight. Gotta get you ready for my cock, baby.” God, you wanted it. You wanted him to just thrust his dick inside you and fuck you for the rest of your time in the bubble. Maybe it was your hips thrusting into his hand or maybe Mat was just taking pity on you, but the next thing you knew his tongue was back on your clit and you were shattering beneath him. Your pussy convulsing around his fingers as they worked you through your orgasm.

 Mat gave you a second to recover, ridding himself of the rest of his clothes as you caught your breath. When you finally did, you made your way up the bed a little more, Mat chasing you as he hovered over your body. He kissed you, as you sunk back against the pillows; tasting yourself on his lips. His cock nudged at your entrance, and you bent your knees to give him easier access into you. Mat took his time sliding into you, letting you feel every inch of his cock. When he was buried balls deep inside you, he moaned into your mouth, loving how your pussy clenched around him. You hooked one of your legs around his hips so that he pressed even deeper into your core, only then did he release your lips. “Are you trying to kill me?” All you could do was grin up at him before he flexed his hips and started to move. You were lost then, floating on a cloud that pushed you closer to that slice of heaven that seemed to only be found when he was inside you.

 The two of you moved as one, and all that could be heard in your bedroom was the sound of your bodies coming together mixed with your moans. Mat couldn’t control himself, he knew he was close to climaxing inside you, yet he pushed himself to bring you to that brink with him; driving into you with a force he knew that would bring you pleasure. When he couldn’t take it any longer, he wedged his hand between your bodies and rubbed your clit, with the right amount of pressure that drove you wild. That was all it took. Your back arched, your legs trembled, and your pussy quivered around him as the orgasm hit you. At the first sign of you cumming, Mat was done, so far gone in his own climax he couldn’t think straight.

 His body still shivered from the force of the orgasm, as he rolled to his side taking you with him. You laid there staring into his eyes as he gazed back at you. “Can you stay or do you need to go back to your room?”

 “Oh, I can stay, as long as you want me.” His hand was idly stroking your hair as you drew lazy circles on his chest, so content and at peace just being there with him.

 “Of course, I want you to stay.” There was nothing you wanted more than to lay just like this in his arms for the rest of the night and into tomorrow. You felt him get a bit more comfortable, shifting you ever so slightly so that your head was now on his chest where you could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

 “Well, then it looks like you got me.” You didn’t need to look at him to see the smile on his face. It was the same one that graced yours.

 As you lay there listening to Mat’s heartbeat you could feel yourself drifting off. “We should set the alarm,” you mumbled. “My phone is on the nightstand.” Mat grabbed it and went to hand it to you, but you were too sated to be bothered. “Just set it for whatever time you need up at.”

 Mat looked at the phone then and noticed the two missed calls and a voicemail there, both from the same number. He looked down at you resting on his chest, almost asleep. He should tell you, he really should, but then that ugly green-eyed monster reared its head and he found himself deleting both the calls. He waited until you were in a deep enough sleep before listening to the voicemail. He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t stop himself. Mat now knew Tyler was his competition and there was no way he was going to let him win this game, even if it meant he had to play a little dirty.  

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Out of the Machine, Ch. 3: Ten Months Later

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Rated T: Non-graphic references to major limb injuries - WC 2601 ---

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The motor on Logan’s wheelchair whirred as he raced through the parking lot at top speed. It was his first day back after the incident and, despite the delays from needing to travel to an accessible bus stop further from his dorm and the extra time required to board and disembark from the bus, he was determined to not be late.

He scowled when he finally reached the 20cm high curb along the walkway closest to the Associate entrance. Logan looked up and down the path and finally, about 25 meters away, found a small dip cut out of the curb, complete with a bumpy slope back up to the sidewalk. He pivoted and rushed toward the steep curb ramp and up onto the walkway, his steering still just a little wobbly as he worked the controls with the palm and thumb of his right hand. On—mostly—level pavement once again, he soon discovered that the next ramp into the building was fifty meters in the other direction. Gritting his teeth, Logan proceeded to the accessible entrance and pressed the automatic door button.

Nothing happened.

Narrowing his eyes, he followed the metal cable fittings and saw they had been cut approximately ten meters up the stucco wall. A passing associate ran over. “Hey, can I give you a hand?” He reached over and pulled open the door then started to push Logan’s chair through the doorway.

“Please don’t!” Logan hissed, sharper than he’d intended, activating the mechanical brakes on his chair. He blew out a quick breath and craned his neck to look up at the confused face leaning over him, the man’s hands still wrapped around the grips at his back. “I—I apologize. Thank you for opening the door. I can move myself through, thank you.” He stretched a smile onto his lips. “Please don’t touch my chair.”

“Uh, yeah, okay… sorry, man,” he muttered, slipping through the door once Logan entered and speed walking down to the end of the security check line. Jaw set, Logan trailed behind him, waiting to see which queue he joined before moving to the end of a different line to avoid spending the next forty-five minutes in a tense silence as they waited to enter the workspace.

As Logan got closer to the front of the line and he could see the security on duty that day, he was surprised not to see Sam. Their schedules usually intersected. He looked more closely at each of the MAs and didn’t recognize a single one. “Next,” a tired voice called to him and he rolled up.

The MA hadn’t looked up from her screen, merely tapping the reader that used to be at Logan’s chest height. He stretched and brushed his right thumb against the 5x5 cm scanner. The device flashed red on the MA’s screen. “Try your left hand, sir.”

Logan cleared his throat and waited for the MA to look up. Eyebrow raised, he wiggled his left shoulder and what remained of his left arm. “Right thumb’s the best I can do.”

Her eyes widened and she scrolled through the list on her screen, looking up at him, presumably comparing him to the old ID image Abracadabra had on file. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Good evening,” he said dryly.

“Uh, go ahead. You’ll, uh, need to get your hand…” Her voice faded away as her eyes lingered on the ruined remnants of his right hand but darted back up to his scarred face when she caught herself staring. “Um, you’ll need to get your hand print re-scanned before you can use the automated system. Go to the third floor.” She stared at Logan for another moment and shook herself, then tapped at her screen. “Hold up your badge? I’ll program an override to let you in on 3.”

One hour and forty-eight minutes minutes later, Logan had successfully scanned his new handprint and checked out a scanner. Face pinched, he waited for his assignment to load. After a few moments, the screen resolved and he was directed to the Gamma floor Buffer room. He swallowed back a sob of relief. He was already on the Gamma floor and was only a few hundred meters from the Buffer room. Tucking the scanner securely between what was left of his thigh and the side of the wheelchair, he raced down the corridor to his assigned position.

While he rolled toward the buffer room, he tapped on the scanner to request an exemption for his egregiously high Time Off Task for that day. He was already nearly two hours into his assigned shift and had not yet actually begun to work.

As Logan moved toward the Buffer Room, he checked his target Rate for the day. The scanner was already glowing red, indicating his TOT was metaphorically off the charts, putting him at risk of immediate dismissal. His chest tightened and he tried to remember the breathing techniques he’d learned in the hospital as he pushed through the swinging double doors and found his place at the Buffer belt.

Logan worked through lunch in his effort to make up for lost time from the start of his shift, but after eight straight hours of pulling and scanning boxes by type and size, his scanner still glowed red. Slowly he rolled to the check in station, the motor on his chair whining under the stress of its rapidly depleting battery.

While Logan managed to work through lunch without too much of an impact on his energy levels, skipping a charging session for his chair seemed to have had a much bigger impact. He managed to interface with the wireless charging network for a few minutes at a time while waiting in line to check in his scanner and by the time he reached the head of the queue, his chair was up to fifteen percent charge.

He hoped it would be enough to get him home. With any luck at all, the bus might have an open charging station he could use. He wasn’t sure what he would do if it didn’t.

Stretching as far as he could reach, he was just able to jam his scanner into the next open slot far above his head. When the device made contact, the large check-in screen flashed red, stating his request for a TOT override was denied and directing him to insert his badge.

No.

Vision grown blurry with tears, he wedged his badge into the slot, listening to the burr as his chip was overwritten, terminating his employment and revoking all access other than to the exit doors. An actual piece of paper spat out of the machine, directing him to proceed to the exits for a final security check, along with a list of final dates for his various Associate benefits.

At the very bottom of the page were the words he’d been dreading since Ondas had called him into her office.

In light of your eight years of extraordinary service, Abracadabra has granted you a waiver from repayment of your past tuition payments. Please note that this waiver does not extend to future payments. You will need to make other arrangements with the learning institution listed below.

University of Eastland Tuition Program: End Date 10/1/2105

Sincerely,

Esperanza Ondas, Director HR, Abracadabra Upper Boston Peninsula Center #1138

Logan slowly wheeled down the corridor toward the security checkpoint. As he waited in line, he read and re-read the slip in his hand. The weight of the day finally fell on his body, dragging him down under thick, cold waters. His doctor had advised him not to return to work for another month, but his meager savings and even more limited disability payments had dried up and he needed the paycheck.

As the line crawled along, his eyelids grew heavier, and his vision fuzzed. Eventually, he noticed his palm was wet, and watermarks stained the termination slip. He wiped at his face with the back of his arm. He was crying. Tucking the paper between his ribs and his left arm, he scrubbed at his face with his sleeve.

The line in front of him advanced and he nudged his chair forward, the servos whining under the strain. Logan checked the battery level. He’d managed to slip back down to 4% while he’d waited. He needed to charge. Now.

Looking around the crowded waiting area, he noticed a small charging station a dozen or so meters away. Too far to reach without getting out of line and losing his place. He turned to the associate standing behind him, craning his head to try to meet their eyes. “Excuse me, I am sorry to ask, but…” his voice cracked.

She smiled at him. “What do you need, Logan?”

He shrank back, squinting at the stranger. “How do you know my name?”

“I was there that day the Picker Bot went berserk.” She looked down at her feet. “Hiding under the belt.”

Logan looked away and shook his head. “I… my memory of that day is… impaired. I apologize, I do not remember you.”

“You don’t need to apologize. If it hadn’t been for you, I would’ve ended up—” Her voice died as the silence finished her sentence. ‘I would’ve ended up like you.’

“Well, anyway… What do you need?”

Shaking himself, Logan tilted his chin down at his chair. “My battery is dying. Would you… would you be willing to save my place in line while I charge for a few minutes?”

“Of course, Logan. Of course… it’s the least I can do.”

Logan started to roll toward the station, the servos screeching. The chair was down to 1% by the time he reached the panel. He flipped open the port on the side of his chair, prying out the cord with his calloused thumb. He pulled on the plug, gathering some slack, then waved his badge at the scanner to unlock the charging panel.

The lights flashed red.

He tried again, more deliberately this time. Red again.

Logan tried for a third and fourth time, throat gone dry and breath catching in his chest. The panel wouldn’t unlock. No no no no no no no no no no…

“What seems to be the trouble?” A low voice purred from behind his chair. Logan swallowed hard, turning and twisting in his seat before coming face to face with Silvertongue.

“N—n—no trouble, Mr. Silver.” Logan’s voice cracked and his eyes flicked between his lap and Silvertongue face. “I was m—m—merely trying to charge mm—m—my chair.” Something flashed over the Powered’s face, but Logan couldn’t decipher what it meant.

“Well, carry on then…” he said smoothly, gesturing toward the panel with a silk-gloved hand.

“I c—c—can’t.” Logan squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force the stammer from his tongue. “Mm—my badge w—won’t open the door.”

Silvertongue’s eyes trailed down and caught sight of the bright white paper tucked under Logan’s arm. “You’ve been terminated.”

“Y—yes,” Logan managed to whisper. “But my chair is nearly dead. If I d—don’t charge it…” Logan hid his face as a wave of hot, shameful tears leaked down his cheeks. “I apologize. It has been a challenging d—day.”

The Powered was quiet for a long time. Logan couldn’t bear to look at him and even tried to leave, but the chair’s battery was so completely depleted that even the power assist steering knob wouldn’t move. There was movement behind him and Logan braced himself for the feel of someone else’ hands pushing his chair.

Instead, Silvertongue crouched down next to his chair until his head was a little lower than Logan’s. “May I touch the power cord?” he murmured quietly. He kept his body turned toward the chair and the outlet, effectively blocking the view of anyone passing by in the closest line.

Logan looked down and faced him. He was close enough to see the Powered’s heterochromatic eyes, one a deep, warm brown, the other a piercing yellow, the skin around the eye socket scarred and pink. Logan nodded and Silvertongue waved his hand over the panel, unlocking it and quickly plugged in the chair.

“Thank y—you.”

He wordlessly watched him for a moment and Logan was momentarily horrified to think what Silvertongue could be reading in his mind. It’s not like it matters now anyway. You’ve already been fired, Sanders.

The Powered suddenly grinned. “That is true.” His smile grew when Logan’s eyes widened, his worst fear realized. “Stay as long as you need, Mr. Sanders. And then please avail yourself of the side exit back there. I’ll let the AM know you’re authorized.”

Logan didn’t trust his voice not to wobble and he nodded, swallowing against the growing lump in his throat. Silvertongue smiled again and bowed his head slightly, heading toward the side exit. He spoke to the AM guarding the door for a moment, resting his hand on her arm as he spoke. He turned, gesturing toward Logan, who bent his head, face burning. When Logan looked up again, the Powered was gone.

Logan waited until his chair was completely charged before he disconnected the cable and coiled it back into its compartment. The line had advanced far enough by then that the woman holding his place had long since left, the first rays of dawn beginning to peek through the glass doors at the main Associate entrance. He made his way down the corridor toward the side exit Silvertongue had indicated.

He rolled up to the AM and straightened in his seat. “Mr. Silver directed me to use this exit,” he said. Now that he was out of the watchful eye of the Powered, he managed to keep his voice steady and stutter free.

“Of course, Mr. Sanders.” Logan narrowed his eyes. Mr. Sanders? She stepped closer to the exit. “Can I get the door for you?”

Eyeing the large control button, he asked, “Does this work?” She nodded, placing her hands behind her back. “I’ll get it, then. Thank you, though.” Reaching high to press the button, Logan winced. He caught sight of the clock by the door. His shift had started over fourteen hours ago. He’d left his house over sixteen hours ago. His hand shook as he worked the controls, rolling along toward the shuttle bus stop and the long ride back home.

A choked laugh escaped his throat. At least he didn’t need to worry about getting up for work the next day. He couldn’t stop laughing and soon he was bent over himself as his chair rolled under its own power, cackling peals echoing out into the dawn, scaring away the small school of pigeons gathered on the edge of the empty parking lot.

By the time Logan reached the shuttle bus stop two miles away, his laughter had finally died down, and his ribs and stomach ached. He sat in his chair, leaning heavily to his left, panting. He checked his phone, struggling briefly as the tether tangled in the pant leg that had been neatly folded under his left thigh at the start of his day. Keeping the phone balanced on his lap, he stabbed in his pin code and checked his email.

The Accounts Payable Department at Abracadabra worked quickly.

At the top of his inbox was an email from the Bursar’s office, informing him that his tuition payment for the upcoming—his final —semester had been reversed and the full amount was due in full before the first day of classes next Tuesday. A knot forming in his stomach, Logan tapped out a brief message to his advisor to request an appointment. Now would be a advantageous time for some advice.

His bus arrived a half hour later and, once his chair was safely strapped into place and he set a GPS alarm on his phone to alert him when they approached his new stop, he began to doze in his seat, fitfully dreaming of rampaging robots, sucking up ancient dollar bills and spitting them into a sorting bin.

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And When I am Formulated, Sprawling on a Pin - Chapter One: The Edge of a Diving Board

Hello everyone!

So I haven’t used my Tumblr account in years, but I recently binge watched Alice in Borderland not too long ago and like any sane person, I realised that it was pretty darn amazing.. and that Chishiya was hands-down one of the best characters in the show.

 So while I'm still riding the AIB wave, I decided to dig out my old Tumblr and write something! 

This is just the first chapter, and you can find it here on AO3 too. To be honest, it’s probably better on AO3 because the formatting is a little funny on here. 

I’ve written it in first person, but avoided giving the main character a name, so it can either read as a Chishiya x OC or as a reader-insert depending on how you prefer :) 

Please let me know what you think, and if you do read it, thank you!

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It was David Foster Wallace who put it best. The world was one big queue leading up to a diving board. You took your place in line, climbed the rankings, and once you got to the top? The end. Process over. Because that’s how life really is: breathe, work, jump off the edge. You fulfil a function and then you’re gone forever.

At least, that’s how I’d always seen it. But the Borderlands changed all of that. Suddenly I was being pushed towards the edge of the diving board when I had thought I was still in the queue.

It happened all at once. I had been in an apartment, laughing over drinks with my brother and his friends. It was our first time in Japan, and we were only visiting for a four-day summer trip. I had only been allowed to go on the premise that he was there. Looking back now, I wish we had chosen Brussels or Amsterdam.

The last time I saw my brother, he was laughing with his friends as I closed the bathroom door behind me. I had turned to the sink, taking a moment to splash cool water on my face.

And that was when the lights went out.

‘Power cut’, I muttered, fumbling around for the door handle and re-entering the living room.

The apartment was dark and cold. I was alone.

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Tokyo almost looked beautiful without electricity at night, like a ghost city paused in time.

‘Hey!‘ I yelled through the empty streets. ‘誰か’ Anyone?

My Japanese was limited at best, but I had to try. I had to find someone. There was no way this could’ve been a prank. A whole population doesn’t just vanish into thin air, it’s simply not possible.

‘Hey, Is anyone there?’ I tried again.

As if on cue, a light cut through the darkness. I couldn’t help but squint at the large white screen projected across a desolate building. I couldn’t read any of the kanji, but there was one word that stood out clear as day.

GAME

What is this? I asked myself.

Suddenly, the screen changed, this time sporting an arrow pointing to the right. I tried to read the hiragana, but it seemed there was no need. Another light appeared in the distance, glowing ominously over the tops of buildings.

I guess I have to go that way, I thought. Perhaps there’s some kind of big event on and everyone’s gone to watch.

I made my way to the source of the light, which turned out to be an old furniture store. In this sea of darkness, it was as if the electricity had pooled entirely into one two-storey building.

There can’t be an event in a place like this. Where is everyone?

On a wall was a smaller sign with an arrow pointing into the store.

GAME – こちらです

Hesitantly, I followed the arrow up the steps leading to the door. Inside, the hallway was fully lit. The walls were decorated with mirrors and printed canvases, their price tags and sale stickers still attached. Passing beneath an arch that led into a large room, I heard a tiny bleep. It was almost inaudible, but I knew I hadn’t imagined it.

As I peered around, looking for the source of the noise, a voice spoke.

‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you.’

I jumped, turning on my heels.

Leaning inconspicuously against a wall, a man was staring at me curiously. He was wearing a sleeveless grey top and looked to be in his thirties. He didn’t look like it, but perhaps he was the shop owner?

I stepped forward, intent on asking for help. However, I must’ve moved too quickly in my excitement, as my arm wavered, knocking a tiny vase with an artificial flower off a table.

It rolled across the ground, but before I could apologise and pick it up a neon red laser cut through the vase, leaving a singed hole in the plastic soil.

‘I told you not to do that,’ the man repeated, huffing.

I stared, wordless, at the destroyed flower. Lasers? What the hell kind of game was this?

‘Newbie, hm? This’ll be easy.’

It was a new voice this time. Another man, slightly younger, was reclining back in an armchair. I hadn’t noticed him until now as his green shirt blended into the furniture fabric.

‘A foreigner, too. How lucky,’ Green Shirt said.

My mind scrambled to piece together what Japanese it could.

‘すみません… 何がこれ？皆んながどこですか’ Excuse me, what is this? Where is everyone?

Green Shirt raised a brow, whereas the first man huffed once more.

‘It’s a game. You’ve just got to follow the rules.’ He gestured his thumb to a small side table where there were a several phones lined up. ‘You need to take one before registration closes.’

On second inspection, I noticed that they were both clasping phones tightly in their hands. Maybe this was part of the game? Approaching the table, I picked up a smart phone, finding that it sprung to life immediately with a face recognition screen.

‘FACE REGISTRATION IN PROCESS.

PLEASE WAIT FOR THE GAME TO COMMENCE’

A timer on the screen began to tick down from two minutes. Around me, I could feel the two men watching my every move. They seemed to be sussing me out, although I couldn’t figure out what for. Surely, since everyone in Tokyo disappeared, we should all band together and find others.

‘REGISTRATION CLOSED. THE GAME WILL NOW COMMENCE.’

This time, the voice came from everywhere and nowhere at once, as if through an invisible sound system. I looked around at the ceiling, trying to find the speakers, when I realised that at the back of the room all of the furniture had been moved aside to make way for a large circular table and four chairs. In the centre of the table was a stack of cards.

‘GAME – RUMMY

DIFFICULTY – FOUR OF DIAMONDS

TIME LIMIT – ONE HOUR’

Four of Diamonds?

I looked at the phone in my hand, where a picture of the aforementioned card flashed up. None of it made sense. And what did playing cards have to do with this?

The first man and Green Shirt both got up and made their way to the table at the back, leaving me no choice but to follow. They seemed to know what was going on better than I did. The three of us each took a seat, only I chose to a sit as far as possible from the other two. Judging from the deck in the middle of the table, we’d be playing a card game, and I didn’t want anybody close enough to see my hand.

The overhead voice continued.

‘RULES –

PLAYERS MUST COMPLETE A SINGLE GAME OF RUMMY.

THE OBJECTIVE IS TO CLEAR ALL CARDS FROM YOUR HAND. THE FIRST PLAYER TO CLEAR THEIR HAND IS THE WINNER.

THE DECK HAS ALREADY BEEN SHUFFLED.

PLAYERS MUST DESIGNATE ONE PERSON TO BE THE DEALER.

TURNS ARE TAKEN COUNTER-CLOCKWISE, FROM THE LEFT OF THE DEALER.

EACH PLAYER STARTS WITH SEVEN CARDS. AFTER THE CARDS HAVE BEEN DEALT, THE FIRST CARD IN THE DECK MUST BE TURNED OVER AND USED TO START A SEPARATE DISCARD PILE.

PLAYERS MUST ALWAYS DRAW ONE CARD FROM THE PILE, AND DISCARD ONE CARD PER TURN.

PLAYERS MAY PICK UP A CARD FROM THE DISCARD PILE, HOWEVER YOU CANNOT DISCARD THE SAME CARD IN THAT TURN.

PLAYERS MUST CREATE SEQUENCES OF THREE TO FOUR CARDS ARRANGED BY EITHER NUMBER OR SUITE. IF A SET OF THREE OR MORE CARDS IS CREATED, THE PLAYER MAY CHOOSE TO LAY IT DOWN IN FRONT OF THEM.

PLAYERS CAN ADD TO OTHERS’ SEQUENCES PROVIDED THEY HAVE BEEN LAID DOWN ON THE TABLE.

ACE MAY ONLY COUNT AS ONE.

JOKERS CAN BE USED IN PLACE OF ANY CARD.

CLEAR CONDITION – BE THE WINNER.’

Okay, I thought, mulling it over. Okay…

I hadn’t understood most of what the voice had said, but I could pick up enough that I figured it was just a game of standard Rummy. I had never played the game before, and I only knew of it through John Steinbeck’s characters. But I had played something similar, a card-melding game that my parents had taught me when I was a small child. I’d played it countless times, and I knew it like the back of my hand. Sure enough, these rules were slightly different, but it was still a card-melding game, all the same.

I looked up at the two men opposite me. They appeared confused, despite their attempts to hide it. Green Shirt gazed at me curiously, then smirked.

Oh…

‘A foreigner, too? How lucky.’

His previous words rang in my memory. Judging by the way the two men were looking at me, they were both counting on my inability to understand the rules. They were assuming I had no idea how to play, or even what rules were just read out. And yet, the brief glimpses of confusion in their expressions told me everything: they had never played a card-melding game before.

So they’ve already decided that they have the advantage?

I tried not to smile.

‘Do you know how to play?’ the first man asked me.

I paused, considering how I should answer. I didn’t know exactly what the stakes were, but judging by the laser I had just seen, losing the game couldn’t be good. In any case, I decided to keep my cards close to my chest.

‘このガームは知らない.’ I’ve never heard of this game before.

I was aware that my Japanese probably sounded like it came straight from a textbook, but in this situation, I couldn’t care less.

The first man nodded. He looked at Green Shirt, and said, ‘I’ll be the dealer then, if that’s okay?’

Green Shirt just shrugged and sat back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. ‘Hurry up then. The clock’s ticking.’

Sure enough, my phone displayed a timer which read 57 minutes. I didn’t want to find out what happened if we didn’t have a clear winner by the time it hit zero.

The first man picked up the deck, dishing out seven cards each before returning the stack to the centre. He took the first card and turned it over on the table, beginning the discard pile. Picking up a card from the deck, the first man began his turn.

I didn’t pay attention to what he was doing, as I needed to focus on the cards currently in my hand.

King of Spades

Three of Hearts

King of Diamonds

Five of Clubs

Ace of Hearts

Nine of Diamonds

Eight of Clubs

It wasn’t bad. Or at least, it could’ve been a lot worse. The two kings stuck out immediately as a potential meld. I could certainly build around them. However, another thought came to mind. If Rummy was anything like the game I had learned as a child, it meant that players could add to each other’s melds once they were on the table. In that case, I would have to avoid creating sets of consecutive numbers within the same suite, as a three-card combination in this kind of meld would leave two openings for the others to get rid of their cards, rather than just the one.

Glancing up, I noticed it was Green Shirt’s turn, promptly ended as he threw an Ace of Spades into the discard pile.

That meant it was my turn next.

I eyed the Ace he just discarded and remembered hearing the overhead voice say something about Aces. But there was no time to think about it; the other two were watching me closely and waiting for me to pick up a card.

I reached out to the deck.

Seven of Diamonds.

Technically I could’ve used it in conjunction with my nine, but it was too risky. I didn’t have time to wait around in hopes of picking up an Eight of Diamonds. Plus, I’d already decided against consecutive sets.

I tossed it into the discard pile.

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The game continued for longer than I would’ve liked it to. The clock was ticking, ticking, ticking, and now read 17 minutes.

So far, my hand had started to come together.

King of Spades

King of Diamonds

King of Hearts

Nine of Diamonds

Nine of Spades

Five of Clubs

Ace of Hearts

I could’ve laid down my kings on the table. But there was only three cards in the meld, meaning one of the others could add the remaining king from their own hand. Across from me, neither of the other two had laid down any cards, and until they did, I couldn’t add anything to their melds either.

Green Shirt then took his turn and picked up a card. He glanced once at me, then threw a Nine of Diamonds onto the discard pile.

I must’ve regarded it a second too long because Green Shirt then spoke up.

‘You’re collecting Diamonds, aren’t you?’

I tried not to smile.

‘どうして知っ���いるのですか’ I asked, playing along. How did you know that?

‘Because you always stare at the cards whenever I discard a Diamonds one.’

He must’ve gotten the wrong end of the stick, because whenever he discarded a Diamonds card, my heart sank. The last thing I needed was a Diamonds card.

‘I’ll try and keep a poker face from now on,’ I muttered.

Green Shirt frowned in response and checked the timer on his phone.

Nine minutes.

Nine minutes until game over.

That’s 540 seconds I had to land a good card.

Come on, I thought. Please be a nine. Please be a nine.

I picked up a card from the deck. It was a Two of Spades. I discarded it immediately.

In the back of my mind, I was starting to panic. Judging by this whole setup, we were playing for our lives. After all, what kind of game would have an invisible barrier that kills those who try to back out?

The first man threw away a Six of Clubs. Green Shirt stared at it and scowled. He must’ve been looking for extra cards to add to his meld on the table.  

By now, the two men were starting to become antsy. The first man kept scratching his eyebrow, whereas Green Shirt kept dragging his nails on the table in impatience.

He picked up a card from the deck, then grinned from ear to ear. He proudly lay down a consecutive suite consisting of the Seven and Six of Clubs and a Joker used to represent a five.  

Carelessly, he tossed down a Nine of Clubs.

My heart jumped, and adrenaline shot through me.

He still thinks I’m collecting Diamonds. That’s why he tossed it.

My hand shot out and snatched up the card from the pile before Green Shirt could figure out his mistake. And figure it out, he did, because his eyes widened slightly.

I looked at him squarely.

‘I have something to confess,’ I said in English. ‘I lied. I’m not collecting Diamonds.’

Green Shirt’s smile dropped. He didn’t understand, but he would soon enough. The thing about Jokers is that they’re always a double-edged sword.

Laying down my new trio of nines, I reached over to Green Shirt’s meld and inserted my Five of Clubs, swiping his Joker for myself.

He made a noise of protest, whereas the first man watched on with disbelief, as if hoping that his intuition was wrong.

I added the Joker to my two Kings, creating a new meld which I down on the table.

Their faces told all. They had no idea that Jokers could be swapped. Even though I hadn’t understood the rules outlined at the beginning, it was evident that this was a rule that hadn’t been mentioned.

Watching them shake their heads, wide eyed… it was like watching a penny drop.

‘ごめんなさい,’ I said.

I’m sorry.

I threw the Ace of Hearts onto the discard pile.

The two men shot out of their seats, yelling frantically. I tried to tear my eyes away, but couldn’t, as two lasers pierced through the ceiling and struck them where they stood.

The two bodies crumpled to the ground, and all was still.

‘GAME CLEAR – CONGRATULATIONS!’

I don’t know how long I remained seated in my chair, but I felt that if I moved, I would collapse too. Swallowing, I took two fingers and pressed them to my jugular, feeling for my pulse.

I had won. I was still alive.

I was still here.

The phone on the table beside me flashed with a message. According to this game, I had a four-day visa, whatever that meant.

It didn’t matter though, all I needed right now was to sleep.

Rising unsteadily, I cautiously approached the where the invisible barrier had been. For all I knew it was a one-way system, and I didn’t want to make a stupid mistake after all my effort in the Rummy game. So, as a test, I picked up a tiny vase and threw it across the entrance.

Nothing.

It was like the lasers had just disappeared altogether.

Tentatively reaching my fingers through, I deemed it safe, and made my way back down the hall to the store entrance. I didn’t know where to go, or how to live in a world like this, but if books and movies had taught me anything, I needed to make some kind of camp, perhaps even head to a food store to collect some supplies –

I stopped.

On a small side table near the entrance doors, a card lay facing up. The Four of Diamonds. The same Four of Diamonds that had flashed on the screen on my phone. The game’s difficulty.

But when did it get here? Perhaps someone had come by whilst I was still playing.

Shrugging, I pocketed it and stepped outside into the ghostly darkness of Tokyo. Behind me, the electricity in the furniture store shut off completely.

Whatever kind of games these were, I had a feeling they were only just getting started.

[iliveiloveiwrite]

Idol

A/N: I’m back to writing after my little break; I just needed this week to get back to enjoying writing again and I definitely am so here we are! I have so  many requests and yet here I am writing out a Draco fic. This is inspired by a conversation I had with the always lovely @dreamer821​ who loves Cassandra Clare just as much as I do - our conversations are making my day and I think you’re amazing. But it got me to thinking and this is the end result. I hope you all like! And yes, requests are still being written!

Summary: Bookshops, book signings. 

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none - fluff.

Word count: 2.3k

You unzip your jacket the moment you enter the warm shop. Draco copies your movement, unbuttoning his suit jacket underneath it too.

You shake your head at him fondly. Only he would dress so formally to an event such as this one.

The welcoming scent of old books and worn pages washes over you as you step further into the bookshop. Your stomach had been full of butterflies all day for you were finally meeting your favourite author after being a fan for so long. Draco had surprised you with tickets to the event for your birthday knowing how much you adored her books but how rare it was for her to travel to the UK.

Draco follows you to where chairs have been set up in expectation. He leans close to your ear, murmuring, “Where are we sitting then, love?”

“I don’t want to seem too eager by sitting right at the front, but I’d like to have a good view and be able to hear her.”

Draco smiles, “What about the third row?”

You nod, letting him lead you to two seats furthest from the aisle. You sit in the final seat; turning your body diagonally for a better view. Draco sits in the seat beside you, carefully placing your bag of books down on the floor in front of him. He had insisted that he be the one to carry them as you had piled six hardback books into the bag after long consideration over which books you would take to be signed. Eventually, you decided on the original hardbacks of the series that made you fall in love with the author in the first place. Nostalgia and sentimentality winning the battle of choice.

A hand on your knee makes you realise that your leg was bouncing with nerves and excitement.

“You okay?” Draco asks, eyes searching your face.

“Nervous. Excited.”

Draco chuckles, watching you fondly. From his happier moments at Hogwarts, he remembers you walking around with your nose permanently hidden away in a book. There was always one series that you would return to over and over again – rereading the first books then reading the new book when it was released. He never stopped noticing how much you adored this author, even after you fell in love with him. He didn’t need to understand your love for this particular muggle author; he just accepted it as part of you. So when he caught wind that she was visiting the UK on a book tour for her most recent work, he immediately bought tickets and surprised you on your birthday.

It was the hardest secret he has ever kept from you. It was the only secret he has ever kept from you.

“Are you happy with your choices of books?” He asks, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You nod, grinning, “Very happy. And I get doubled signed thanks to you coming with me.”  

“What better use of your partner is there?”

“Very true.”

“Have you thought of any questions you’d like to ask her?”

You bite your lip, “I have but I don’t know if I want to ask anything.”

“Why not?”

“What if I mess up and make a fool of myself in front of her?”

“Then I’ll have to make a bigger fool out of myself to take the attention away from you.”

You sigh, sliding further into your seat, “I can’t help but wonder how you’d do that.”

“I won’t need to,” Draco reassures, “You aren’t going to mess up.”

“You astonish me with your faith in me.”

“As you astonish me, dear.” He takes your hand in his, tangling your fingers together. “Now, let’s meet your idol.”

Quiet falls over the expectant crowd as the interviewer and your favourite author take a seat at the front of the room.

Your hand tightens on Draco’s as you take in the sight of finally seeing your idol in the flesh.

Draco leans towards you, whispering, “Can you see okay?”

You nod at him as the interviewer greets the crowd and the event begins.

The latest book in her series wrapped up the previous plots from past books before bringing in new issues for freshly introduced characters. Angels and demons were using Earth as a battleground and it was down to a group of misfit teenagers to stop it.

A cliché plot but when you first read the books as a misfit teenager at Hogwarts, you fell in love with the world-building and character development. You had also formed somewhat of a crush on the sarcastic blonde-haired character that as you sit next to him, reminds you of Draco.

He hadn’t read the books, and he didn’t intend to, but he was happy to sit through the interview for you. Anything for you.

You sit entirely enraptured by the author as she details her inspirations for the novel as well as her hopes for the series.

You couldn’t be certain you weren’t dreaming.

Soon enough, the interviewer opens up to questions from the floor. Hand after hand shoot up, all wanting an opportunity to ask a question, to talk to the author.

Draco nudges your side with his elbow. You turn to him, catching his eyes. You stare at each other for a moment before he mouths, ‘go on’. Your hand raises itself in the air.

“Yes, you in the corner next to the blonde-haired man.”

Your eyebrows fly into your hair; you point down at yourself checking the interviewer meant you.

“Yes, you. What would you like to ask?”

You clear your throat. Draco squeezes your hand in support, reminding you that he’s here. “Erm… well my question revolves around the lore that runs through the series. It’s so heavy with mythology and that’s essential to the plot, so I was wondering where you got your inspiration from?”

Your favourite author smiles at you; she smiles at you and you are certain you stop breathing. “That’s a really good question. There’s a lot of biblical references throughout the series given that it’s angels and demons, but I drew inspiration from everywhere. Greek mythology especially, I love the story of Hades and Persephone, so I wanted to include that in some format. But I also enjoy researching the lore and history surrounding witches and wizards such as witch hunts and knew I had to involve magical lore somewhere. The series really is an amalgamation of those interests. Thank you for your question! Thank you for coming!”

You settle further back into your seat as the interviewer takes more questions. You sit there in disbelief at the conversation you just had with your favourite author. Your heart pounds from the adrenaline. You could cry from happiness right now.

Draco’s arm wraps around the back of your chair; he leans in to whisper in to your ear, “You did good, love.”

“I did?” You mouth.

He nods, smiling at you before turning his attention back to the Q&A session. You let your mind wander slightly, taking it all in. Her books had been your lifeline through Hogwarts where you felt lonely and invisible; they had been your comfort through exam stress, and teenage stress. You knew you could return to her books and feel as if you were being welcomed home.

You didn’t know that Draco had noticed you.

It was the perfect relationship, really. You both adored books; Draco loved his non-fiction and latest journals in the advancement of potion making and medicine. You loved your fiction; transporting yourself to different worlds for hours at a time.

The library in your home was split down the middle; your books taking over one half, his taking over the other half. In the middle of the room was a couch where you would both spread out on a weekend and either read or catch up with work.

Draco’s hand on your shoulder brings your attention back to the room, “They’re moving onto the signing. Are you ready to meet your idol?”

Excitement bubbles in your gut, “Never more ready.”

You both the join the queue where you give your names to the worker waiting with sticky notes to put in your book. Draco says your name when asked; you look up at him questioningly, but he shrugs it off.

You’re practically bouncing in your spot in line as you amble closer and closer to your favourite author. You can see her head over the top of the line where she signs book after book, personalising each one.

The line gets shorter and shorter and it isn’t long before you’re standing in front of her, “You asked the first question,” she says, recognising you.

“I did,” You say, somewhat in shock, “I’m (Y/N).”

“Well (Y/N),” she starts, signing the first of your books and pulling the second towards you, “I loved that question, so thank you for asking it.”

“Thank you for writing these books; they meant the world to me through high school.”

“I’m glad they mean that much to you. Thank you for coming today!” She says, signing your last book with a flourish before handing the pile back to you.

You smile at her before turning away; watching Draco as he walks up to her with his pile.

“Another (Y/N)?” She chuckles.

“Not really, she’s my partner. I’m getting them signed in her name.”

She looks taken aback, “That’s lovely.”

Draco shrugs, “She would read these over and over again in high school. I never saw her without them. I couldn’t let her miss this at all.”

“That’s… really very sweet.”

Draco smiles, “Thank you.”

She takes her time signing his final book, saying to Draco that she’s writing a special message to you. She hands it back to him with a smile and a ‘thank you’. Draco nods his head before walking over to where you’re waiting for him with barely concealed tears in your eyes. She cannot help but think Draco looks exactly what she pictures the protagonist to look like.

“Love?” He asks, taking your pile of books from you and putting them carefully in the bag.

“Oh Draco,” You say, wrapping him up in a hug. Your face hidden in his chest; arms wrapped around his middle. “Thank you,” You utter, words muffled by his clothes.

Draco chuckles, placing the bag of now signed books on the floor, and running a hand through your hair, “You’re very welcome, love.”

You look up at him, tears still in your eyes, “You’re the best, I hope you know that.”

“I do, but it’s nice to hear it sometimes.”

You step back, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your jacket. Draco picks up the bag of books in one hand and holds your hand with the other. You walk out of the shop, taking a moment to fasten coats and jackets against the chill of the evening air.

“You asked a wonderful question, love.” Draco compliments.

“Thank you, darling. I wonder if she knew we’re a witch and wizard.” You muse.

Draco hums, “I do wonder myself. Is there a lot of witches and wizards in the books?”

You shake your head, “Not really. Though there is one figure that reminds me of Dumbledore in his description.”

Draco chuckles, “It wouldn’t surprise me at all if he met her once upon a time.”

You laugh with him, “No, I suppose it’d make sense.”

You fall silent as you walk down the street; hands swinging between your bodies.

“What did she say to you?” You ask Draco after a moment, “You looked to be having a good conversation.”

“She mentioned that I was the second person with your name, so I said that I was your partner. She thought I was very sweet; I’ll have you know.”

You lean into his arm, “You are very sweet. The sweetest.”

“I’m about to be even more sweet. Shall we get some dinner while we’re out?”

You groan in happiness, “Yes, please. I don’t feel like cooking tonight.”

Draco barks a laugh as he leads you into a nearby restaurant. You’re seated in a small booth and are given menus before ordering your drinks.

“Thank you for taking me, Draco. It means the world.” You say as the waitress goes to grab your drinks.

Draco smiles at you softly, “Anything for you, you know that.”

“I love you.” You grin.

“I love you too. You want to look at her signatures don’t you?”

You squirm in your seat, “I really do. Is that nerdy? It’s nerdy, isn’t it?”

“It’s not nerdy at all. I know that she wrote a special message for you in one of them.”

Your mouth drops open, “What? Really? You’re joking? Don’t joke about this.”

“I wouldn’t joke about this. She really did write a message for you.” Draco states, handing you the bag.

You pile the books onto the table, moving the ones she signed for you to one side. Focusing on the books that she signed for Draco. You run a hand over her signature; still not truly believing you met your favourite author.

“I can’t believe we met her,” You whisper in awe.

“You best believe it, love.”

You smile at him before flipping open the last book in the pile. The first two had simple signatures addressed to you, but as you turn the pages to the title page, you see her message inscribed in ink:

“To (Y/N), Few find a love like you have with him. He’s a keeper.”

And underneath is her shining signature. She had seen it so clearly; his love for you, and your love for him. It radiates from the both of you.

You show Draco the message and he laughs at it in disbelief, taking the book from your hands to read the message.

Draco eventually hands the book back to you, “I have to say I’m rather inclined to agree.”

“I think I agree with you. You are a keeper.”

His eyes shine with love and adoration as he holds your hand across the table.

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[a-pirate-my-hearties]

Hurts too good (Tavington x female reader smut)

So I told you I was planning a smutty little one-shot about our gorgeous Colonel Tavington? Here it is, I’m not sure if it’s what most of you expected, but this fantasy has been living in my head rent free for the past couple of days, so this is what you get, enjoy ;)

Also Tavington is a sadist, yes, and he’s a bit of a sadist in this too, but he knows what consent is ;)

The theme song of the fic is Hurts too good by Ruelle (hence the title, it was just, well, TOO GOOD not to use ;) )

Warnings: Smut, angry sex/make-up sex? who knows, swearing, mild violence, BDSM themes, D/s, spanking/whipping, knife play

Y/n was finally able to rest with a book on her chaise longue. That last mission cost her quite a lot of stress and determination and the men she was working with were not cooperating later on. She let out a sigh of frustration. Being a woman could be such an inconvinience at times. At least to them, it seemed.

It wasn’t long until Colonel Tavington stormed into her room without knocking, riding crop still in his hand. He was obviously furious about something. Y/n got up instantly, eyebrows furrowed at the rude interruption.

‘Colonel! What is this?’

Tavington scoffed. ‘I thought I have made myself rather clear when I told you not to meddle with my affairs!’

Y/n’s jaw dropped. ‘But what are you talking about? I did exactly what you’ve asked of me!’

Tavington approached her slowly, like a predator would approach his pray. ‘No, you did not, and you know it.’ His gaze was steel, just like was his voice.

Y/n threw her hands in the air and then put them on her hips, disgust written all over her face. Tavington was a great leader but she despised him. ‘Well, am I not to make any independent decissions in mission then? You know very well that...’

Tavington cut the distance between them short and suddenly she was pinned to the wall by his firm frame, his fist slammed into the wall inches from her face.

‘You are to obey my orders without a question, you foolish wench.’

Y/n gasped. That was enough. She looked him straight in the eye. ‘You know what, Tavington? Fuck you. You know very well that without my information you would be nowhere near where you are now in mission. You know it very well.’ - she almost spat the last words like an insult.

And then slapped him.

Tavington gasped. He touched his face and his eyes glinted dangerously for a moment. He quickly clasped both her wrists into his hand, the other one went into her hair, tugging forcefully to make Y/n look into his eyes.

‘You insolent, little...’

Y/n whimpered, her body was obviously betraying her. She felt heat building up in her core. Tavington’s eyes were unbereably blue, now darkening with desire, a delicious, sardonic smirk forming on his lips. His closeness was almost painful, and she could feel his hardness already growing. Their eyes met and then...

‘I see you like to play rough.’

Suddenly Tavington’s warm mouth was on hers, kissing her violently, passionately, and she responded with equal fervor. He maneuvered them towards her bed, pushing her down and not just undressing her, but tearing her dress down and trying to undress himself, Y/n trying to help (damn all those buttons!),  it was all a mess but finally they succeeded – and then his lips and hands were all over her, on her neck, her exposed breasts, devouring her hungrily. Y/n was dazed and breathless, but trying to pull him even closer to her, she needed him inside her so badly.

‘Tavington, for God’s sake, please – ‘

He smirked and cocked an eyebrow at her. People begged him for life all the time, he was used to it. But this – this was his favourite kind of begging.

‘Please what?’ – he wasn’t going to make it easy for Y/n.

‘Oh just fuck me, you bastard, will you?’

He simply chuckled and looked at her with fire in his eyes before entering her in one swift movement. Both let out sounds of relief and pleasure, and soon Tavington picked up a rough and quick pace, holding onto Y/n’s thigh so hard she was sure she’ll bruise later but she didn’t care. She dug her nails into his firm back, putting her legs around his hips, moaning loudly. Y/n was starting to feel her pleasure building up with each hard thrust, but then suddenly he started slowing down and she let out a moan of dissapoitment, quite involuntarily.

Y/n felt Tavington’s hot breath in her ear when he whispered: ‘Don’t think I’m already done with you. On all fours, now. And wait for me.’, then he bit her earlobe and pulled out of her.

Y/n was waiting, all aroused and excited. It was only a moment before he came back, finding in his scattered belongings what he was looking for. She did as he ordered, so she was back to him and couldn’t see what was his plan.

She felt his rough fingers caressing her back and she arched under his touch.

‘Beautiful’, he murmured, his voice coarse with desire. Then she felt something other, something thin and leathery with a wider flat end, being moved down from her right shoulder blade and towards her buttocks. She recognized his riding  crop. And then yet something else, cold hard metal, that made her shiver. A dagger. Tavington pulled her closer for a moment and said:

‘All I need from you now is one simple word.’

There was a moment of silence. Y/n should probably be afraid but she wasn’t, her judgement was clouded by desire.  Tavington wasn’t going to hurt her, at least not like that. So she gave him a shaky, barely audible  ‘Yes.’

‘Good.’

He pushed her down to her previous position, enjoying the view in front of him. She was beautiful when she was feisty and she was gorgeous obeying him like that. Tavington caressed her buttock softly before giving it a rather harsh whip with his crop. Y/n cried out and it was music to his ears. He gave her another whip and another before caressing the spot that was already bright red. Y/n’s breathing was heavy and her legs felt weak. She was soaking wet and awaiting impatiently for Tavington to fill her again. But this, oh, this – she wanted more.

Y/n felt his soft caress on her left buttock before he gave it the same treatment as the right one. The mixture of sounds – the riding crop against Y/n’s flesh and her moans – were enough to make Tavington crazy and he was inside her again that very moment. He entered her with a low grunt, his moves slow, deep and sensual this time, one of his hands caressing her breasts.

Y/n took him all in with a loud moan. He felt so good deep inside her she never wanted him to leave. But she wanted more of this sweet torture. She wanted him to hurt her, she realised.

‘Tavington – ‘

‘Yes?’

‘I want more. I want you to hurt me. Crop, dagger, I don’t care.’

‘Oh you don’t want me to hurt you, believe me.’

‘You know what I mean.’

‘Of course I know, my sweet hussy.’

Y/n whimpered when she heard him and felt him kiss her back, as he picked up the dagger while still inside her. She braced herself for the cold touch of metal on her body. Then she felt a sharp sensation between her shoulder blades which made her arch her back and shudder. Tavington stopped moving, still inside her, focusing on teasing and scratching her sensitive skin with the blade. It was enough to made the skin red but not enough to draw blood. He was experienced. He knew.

Soon whole her back was red from the scratches and Tavington decided it was enough. He moved his attention to her clit, circling it with his dexterous fingers and by Y/n’s moans he knew she was close. He smiled, caressing her scratched back and ordered her to lay down and face him.

She flinched a bit when she did, but her eyes were dark from desire as she was close to coming and that mixture of pain and rapture was what Tavington needed to see right now.

He entered her once more and his fingers focused again on her clit, more intensely this time, his eyes never leaving hers, her nails digging into his shoulder.

Parted lips.

Flushed cheeks.

Piercing blue eyes.

‘Oh – Oh, oh my god, William!’ – she came with a cry, clenching around him and that familiarity of his own name on her lips surprised him so, and it was so intoxicating he came right after, spilling deep inside her.

Breathing heavily, Tavington stayed in Y/n just for a moment longer before pulling out and rolling over beside her. They were as surprised as they were exhausted. Y/n looked at Tavington, a sculpture of a man, hair all disheveled out of his usual neat queue, sweat glistening on his broad torso, and thought him very beautiful in this state. When Tavington looked at Y/n, he thought she was exquisite. And when Y/n moved a lock of stray hair away from Tavington’s forehead and met his softer than usual glance, she though that maybe she doesn’t despise him that much.

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Stains - Part 9

Series Summary: An artist goes through a lot of things, sure, but having to deal with her ex on a constant basis wasn’t something she signed up for.

Words: 3,625 words.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Modern!AU)

A/N: Words under the cut. Also been a long long time, eh? I honestly had a rough patch these last few months, and also didn’t have my laptop with me to update even though I had written, so I apologise a thousand times. I am so so sorry everyone! Hope the next few weeks of updates and story can make up for my loss of inspiration! Love you always, and as usual, feedback of all forms is greatly appreciated!

Series Masterlist / Twitter Profiles | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 |

 Y/N watched Peter walk into the building and sighed to herself, running a hand through her hair. “Okay, this is it, you dropped your toddler now you go shooting.” She didn’t realise how long she was just sitting inside until she heard someone honking behind her, making her snap back and drive on.

Each step she took towards the studio was heavier than the one before, her heart racing and her hands shivering. Y/N stopped in front of the door and let out a shaky breath, cracking her knuckles. “It’s just another project, why am I getting so worked up? Fucking relax, Y/N, this is not a big deal. This is like every other project you’ve had with models.”

“Although I don’t mind the whole ‘talking-to-yourself’ thing,” Y/N jumped and turned around to see Loki stand there, a smile on his face, “do it inside the studio while you’re setting things up, won’t you? That way no one stares at you like you’re a weirdo.”

Y/N beamed and smacked Loki’s shoulder, a small yelp escaping his mouth. “Good morning, Loki. I was just giving myself a pep talk. It’s a shoot for Tony Stark, right?” Loki hummed, opening the door and ushering her in while they set their stuff down.

“Yeah, someone you already shot for if I remember. And you shot him too,” Loki added, making Y/N close her mouth and turn away with a scowl. “So I really don’t see why you’re getting so sweaty. Unless of course, it’s because your ex is coming here.”

Y/N stopped fixing her lens and turned to Loki, who looked busy setting up the lights. “How do you know so much?” Loki snickered and walked to his laptop, noticing more support staff walk in. “I just am very observant, my dear. Especially with your Twitter shenanigans, it’s hard not to know really. I think even Thor knows, I heard him laugh at your tweet for about ten god-awful minutes.”

Y/N grimaced and connected the main camera to Loki’s laptop, a hot red blush spreading across her cheeks. “We do not speak of my Twitter shenanigans, Laufeyson. It’s a dark subject.” Loki rolled his eyes and smirked, bowing in front of Y/N just as Thor walked in. “My humblest apologies, oh revered one.”

Y/N smacked Loki again and both of them laughed as they greeted Thor, settling down in their chairs. “When will the models get here?” Thor huffed, looking at his watch, and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“They’ll have to get here, set up, dress up, and pose. Oh it’s a long day, and it’s only day one. There’s five more days till we go back to shooting other things again.” Y/N frowned, biting her nails as she looked up.

“Wait, what are we shooting for again?”

Loki and Thor burst out laughing, Thor even leaning forward to ruffle Y/N’s hair. “Are you sure you’re the photographer and not just an assistant, Y/N? We are doing endorsement shoots for today and tomorrow while the rest of the three days will be personalized shoots of the models.” Y/N’s scowl deepened as she stared at the door.

“Oh God I’m regretting these shoots already.” The doors opened and her breath hitched, only to see people with makeup kits walk in, and she stood up angrily.

“Oh, they’re taking so long! I’ll go get a coffee, you want something?” The brothers shook their heads and she walked out, stuffing her hands into her pockets and humming under her breath.

As she walked into the Stark cafeteria and waited in the queue, she heard an all too familiar voice laugh. “Oh I know, Bucky has made it his life mission to screw himself up in front of the world. Now he bullshits about Tony’s work, what an idiot. Jesus, my head hurts whenever he decides to use his brain. Ow, what the fuck!” “I’m standing right beside you, asshole.”

Y/N bit her lip to stop the laugh from leaving her mouth and silently stepped towards the counter. “I’d like a chocolate cappuccino with two shots of espresso and extra chocolate please.” The barista looked up and smiled. “Long day ahead? It’ll be $3.50 please,” She said, and Y/N smiled, nodding.

“Almost never ending, and here you go.” Y/N’s smile widened when she got a sandwich along as the barista winked at her. “It’s on us, hope you a great day.”

She turned and nearly bumped into a person when two strong arms wrapped around her, holding her steady. “Easy there, coffee girl.” A smooth voice said, and Y/N froze entirely, her blood turning cold. “Don’t call me that, Barnes,” she mumbled, looking up, and Bucky smirked. “Why not, Y/N? Wasn’t that how we met?” She glared at him and gestured towards the drink in her hand. “Want to get drenched in something hot again?”

Bucky stepped back from her, still not letting go. “No, I don’t think you would voluntarily drench me in that chocolate-y coffee goodness. I know you enough to know you love your coffee a lot, and that it costed a lot too.” Y/N huffed and sipped her drink, her eyes closing momentarily when the hot liquid flooded her mouth.

“Yeah, you’re right. I wouldn’t, but I would like to go now, so if you leave me.” Bucky hummed, his grip not faltering a bit. “No, I don’t think I will let you go, Y/N. you and I need to go to the same place anyway, and I like holding you, it’s been a while.”

Y/N’s eyes widened and she noticed Pietro behind them, waving and grinning at her as Bucky ushered her to the studio.

“Fucking let me go, asshole!” She barked, not caring about how many people were looking at them, and Bucky rolled his eyes. “Oh, hush child. We have the same destination, and so I’m making this journey along with you.”

Y/N mumbled a soft “what the fuck” as Pietro opened the doors and bowed down, allowing Bucky and Y/N to walk in. She finally shook him off and stormed over to Loki and Thor, setting her coffee down. Loki watched as she cracked her knuckles and bent forward, picking her sandwich and taking a bite of it.

“You said you didn’t want anything!” Y/N hissed and he shrugged. “With how that lady just ate our brains, I got a little hungry. I’m not sorry,” She looked around and her scowl deepened, fist clenched.

“The witch has already arrived, I see.” Loki nodded, his hand creeping towards her coffee only for it to be smacked away.

“Alright,” Y/N yelled, walking to the models in the middle of the room, “let’s get this show on the road. We got three hours today, and I want them to count. Get dressed, you’re having shoots with products.”

 --

 “No, I don’t like the shade of lipstick; don’t you think it’s too dull? How about blood red?” Dolores said, looking through the makeup as Y/N sighed out loud for the tenth time, sipping her coffee.

“How is your coffee still not over?”  Thor said, sitting beside her, and she glanced at him. “I’m trying not to finish it so that I’m busy till she decides to end our misery and just model. Jesus Christ, this is why I hate shooting with living creatures, such monsters.”

Thor coughed to cover up his laugh when Dolores shot a glare in their direction, and Loki leaned towards her. “When will you tell her this is a monochrome shoot?” he whispered, and Y/N turned to him, a coy smile on her face.

“I want to see how long it takes before she figures it out on her own.” Both of them grinned at each other and Y/N turned, only for her breath to be snatched right out of her lungs.

Bucky stood a couple feet away from her, his hairstylist fixing him up as he unbuttoned the top part of his shirt, checking himself out in the mirror. She didn’t want to admit it, but he looked like he dropped straight from heaven.

“He looks good, huh?” Pietro said, making her jump and turn to scowl at him. “What did you say?” Pietro smirked, “You heard me,” Y/N rolled her eyes and finished her coffee when Bucky said, “I heard that its monochrome today.”

She nodded, picking her camera and fiddling with it.

“Well, what colour is it, then?”

“What colour is the background, Barnes?”

“Black.”

“Your clothes?”

“Black and white.”

“Bingo.”

Dolores stopped applying her blush and glared at Y/N. “You’re telling me that after I spent twenty minutes trying to pick out the right shade of lipstick for this cream dress?!”

Y/N stared at Dolores. “Did you bother checking with me if you needed blood red lipstick and coral blush? He asked me, I told him. You should’ve asked me, Miss Smith. Would’ve saved you and us a lot of time.”

Dolores continued to glare at her as Y/N stood up and said, “I hope you’re ready. Your products have been placed there; we will be going with you first. Loki, I need you to set a diffuser over the light falling from the top and Thor, a reflector to the left please. Let’s get this done with.”

Bucky watched as Loki and Thor stepped away from Y/N while she knelt forward, looking into her camera. She adjusted the lens and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, scrunching her nose a little as she said, “Thor, move closer. Dolores, adjust your position a little to the left, chin higher in the air, thank you. And smile, don’t smirk.”

A smile unknowingly made its way onto Bucky’s face, his heart feeling light as he kept watching her. It had been three years since he spent so long with Y/N, and he was more than happy that he was getting to see her like this. Emotions and memories he kept buried for years resurfaced, his chest tightening as he remembered the little things about her.

Pietro watched Bucky, and scoffed silently. “Bro, you are whipped. I bet you even know what’s happening in her head.”

“She’s not happy with how Dolores is posing, she’s constantly correcting her but her eyebrows are still furrowed and her tongue is not sticking out yet. It shows she’s angry, not concentrating.  Y/N will stand up and walk to correct Dolores and her posture anytime now.”

Not long after the words left Bucky’s mouth Y/N stood up, walking to Thor and angling the reflector before murmuring to Dolores, moving her hands and adjusting her. Bucky’s smile turned smug as Pietro stared at him, shock on his face. “Did you fucking study this girl? How do you know so much after so long?”

Bucky’s eyes never left Y/N as she set Dolores’s hair, rambling about the position of the fans beside them. “Fall in love, Pietro. You won’t forget what makes them who they are that easily. Look, her tongue is peeking out, she’s finally satisfied and she’s concentrating.” Pietro turned to where Bucky was pointing and chuckled, noticing how he was indeed right about Y/N yet again.

“You really love her, huh.” Bucky’s smile softened and he sighed, nodding. “I do. I didn’t prove it to her then, and I don’t know if she’ll believe me now. But I won’t give up, not after I have her right in front of me.”

“For five more days, Buck. You don’t even know if you’ll see her again. And you can’t make someone fall in love with you for the second time in so little time.” Bucky frowned, looking down as his stylist walked over to him, checking his outfit. “I could tell her the truth,” he mumbled, almost a whisper. “And then what? She’ll magically let you back into her life?”

Bucky turned to Pietro, who stared right back at him. “I’m serious, Buck. You think she’ll just let you back? Do you remember the look on her face that day?”

 Flashback

 Tears made their way down Y/N’s cheeks as she took in the scene in front of her, Dolores on top of Bucky and her hands on his chest. “S-So all of this, whatever Natasha told me, it’s true? I thought she was doing it out of spite, Bucky.”

Bucky pushed Dolores off him and stood up, the stench of alcohol from him reaching Y/N immediately. He looked at her; eyes swollen and cheeks red as she struggled to contain her sobs. The fight seemed like it happened so long ago, neither of them remembered what it was really about, but it had gotten out of hand. The people around them faded, non-existent and not mattering. “Just tell me it’s not real, James. I’ll believe you. Not Natasha, not Dolores, nobody. Please,” she whispered, stepping towards him only for him to step back.

“I think you need to leave and stop assuming things, Y/N. I’m drunk, and not in my senses.” Bucky mumbled, loud enough for her to hear every word. “So, that’s it? It’s the end?” She laughed, the sound hollow.

“Did it ever begin?” Bucky hissed, and Y/N looked like she had been slapped. “A year, Barnes.” She croaked, her nails digging into her skin. “We were together for a year and friends for two years before that. And you tell me none of it was real? I was in love with you, for this? Fuck you, James Barnes. I don’t want to ever see your face again.”

“Oh, the feeling’s mutual sweetheart.” Bucky said, turning back to the counter and grabbing his beer. Y/N turned and left, slamming the door shut behind her and Bucky slumped into his seat, tears leaving his eyes. Dolores rubbed his shoulder in comfort only for him to swat it away harshly. “Get out, Dot. I don’t want you.”

Dolores scowled, biting her lip.

“Here?”

“Ever. Out.”

 End of Flashback

 Bucky rubbed his head as Y/N said, “Alright, we’re done here! You can go change, Dolores. If the boys step forward, it’ll be great,” and stepped forward, watching her thrust props into his hands. “Hold these and pose right,” she mumbled, turning to leave when he grabbed her hands.

“I’d rather hold you, if I’m being honest.” He tugged her closer and smirked when Y/N pulled away, blushing profusely. “Shut the fuck up,” she seethed, glaring at him, and he bent forward to her level, tilting his head.

“Make me, sweetheart,” Bucky’s eyes went to her lips and his smirk widened when Y/N stepped away, calling his stylist to set his suit. Pietro sighed and elbowed Bucky, shooting a sharp glare. “Stop being a flirt, you’ll scare her away, asshole.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and punched Pietro’s shoulder. “You shut up, Maximoff. Don’t teach me how to get my girl back.”

Pietro watched Y/N talk to Loki, pointing at the lights and camera and rolled his eyes, grumbling, “What a cocky bastard.”

 --

 “Today was a long day,” Y/N sighed, falling into her chair and looking through her laptop at the pictures taken. “Longer than we wanted, Dolores spent so long getting ready. Wow, all ladies like this?” Thor grumbled, chugging his coffee.

“Slow down Thor, that’s not beer.” Loki chided, shaking his head and sitting closer to Y/N. “We were supposed to finish shoot in three hours, took us four and half because Atomic Blonde kept complaining about her fat face and wrong angles, what a drama queen.” Y/N chuckled and went on to making basic edits in the pictures, before sitting back. “Be careful with your words, Loki,” she said, nodding towards the models walking to them. “I heard drama queens have powerful ears, especially around things they shouldn’t hear.” Bucky and Pietro got their chairs and sat down, Pietro beside Loki and Bucky squeezing in between Loki and Y/N.

Dolores spared Y/N a glance before dragging a chair and sitting down in front of her, as if trying to squeeze herself between Y/N and Bucky. Y/N cleared her throat awkwardly and said, “Uh, I need to see the laptop Dolores, and you sitting here is making it impossible to do so. I need to show the final results to the other two models too, you’re not the only one.”

Dolores shot her a glare before pushing her laptop back a little, and Y/N rubbed her face. She stood up and grabbed the laptop, setting it down in her lap and turning to Bucky and Pietro.

“Since these are mostly close up shots focusing on the products, not a lot of your face is in the pictures, and we will be shooting in colours as well tomorrow. I hope you’re ready for it.”

Dolores scowled and looked into the laptop. “Don’t you think my angles are bad? My face looks swollen in these.” Pietro snorted. “That’s because you got here hungover.”

Loki coughed in a poor attempt to stop laughing while Thor made no such attempt, making Dolores fume. “You talk like you look great, Maximoff.”

Bucky rolled his eyes while Y/N said, “Please, he’s a Maximoff. He’s hotter than you and five generations of your family.” “I’m sorry; I think I need a minute. Can I hug you, Y/N?” Pietro said, while Bucky shot him a glare.

“Not now Maximoff, see your pictures and then you can.” Y/N kept scrolling through her laptop as Loki raised his eyebrows, looking at the pictures. “Your pictures look fabulous, Barnes.” He remarked, and Bucky smirked, resting his head on Y/N’s shoulder. “I’ll have to thank the hot photographer for that. She seemed to have paid special attention to-” “-the product, that’s why the pictures look great. All of them do, and if you guys have any problem with how you look, go to Loki. He’s doing the editing. And get your head off my shoulder, Barnes.”  

Bucky stared at Y/N and mumbled, “I never noticed, you have a double chin.” Y/N’s hand crept to her jaw as she turned to Bucky, whose head was still on her shoulder. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Get off me, please.” He shook his head, nuzzling closer to her and said, “I don’t want to.”

Y/N huffed, reluctantly settling into her seat to make it more comfortable for him. She didn’t know why she was doing it, but she did. Bucky smiled to himself, slowly wrapping his arms around her too.

Loki and Thor looked at them, and then turned to each other, eyebrows raised, before shrugging and standing up. “Who wants coffee?” Thor asked, and Bucky grabbed Y/N’s hand and raised it, while Pietro nodded and Dolores shook her head in disgust.

“I’d like a green tea; coffee is so bad for health.” Pietro scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Yes, and getting shit-faced is not, Dolores. Come on, let’s go get coffee. What’s your order, Y/N and Bucky?”

“I’ll have a black coffee, Y/N will have a cap-” “I’ll have a café mocha, and I’m coming with you.” Y/N, with surprising gentleness, lifted Bucky’s head off her shoulder and stood up, brushing his arms off her.

She glanced down at him and bit her lip, before walking towards Loki. Bucky sighed and stood up, watching her. “Looks like some stuff did change in three years. She hated mochas before.”

Dolores rolled her eyes and glared at him. “You’re hung up on her even now? After three years?” Bucky stared at her.

“Well what else should I do, move on with you? I didn’t realise I had such a splendid option available.” Bucky pushed past Dolores and she scowled, stomping her feet. “Three years later, and nothing fucking changed.”

 --

 “See you tomorrow, gentlemen.” Y/N smiled and hugged Thor, before moving to Loki. “Send me one picture after editing it so that I know how it’ll turn out.” “Yeah I know, stop doubting my abilities.” He pulled her into a hug and sighed. “You know Barnes is trying hard, right?” He mumbled, and she pulled away slightly, her gaze unsure. “I know, and I also know what I saw that day. He didn’t stop her then, Loki.”

“And he doesn’t spare her a glance now, Y/N.” Her gaze hardened. “Once a cheater, always a cheater. Doesn’t matter how hard he tries to be different now. People don’t change, Loki.”

“But people change people, Y/N.” Loki sighed, rubbing his face. “You’ve known him for three years, and you’ve been away from him for three years. He must really miss you if he’s trying so hard even after you dumped whatever was in your hand on him.”

Y/N chuckled and shook her head, stepping away from him. “Whatever you say, Loki. Dolores is still stuck to him, see?”

Dolores was indeed stuck to Bucky, blabbering on as he stared at her with disinterest and discomfort. Pietro was watching their interaction and trying not to laugh, albeit unsuccessfully.

Loki rolled his eyes. “She’s trying to get you jealous, and you’re letting it work.” Thor nodded, munching on a cookie. “I’m sorry, where did you get that cookie from?” Thor grinned sheepishly, shrugging. “The barista found me hot.”

Loki nodded, pulling two cookies out of his pocket. “She gave me two.” He smirked, only for it to fall when Y/N pulled a croissant from her bag. “Complimentary goods from the chef, many more inside. Back down, peasants. Anyways, even if Dolores is trying to make me jealous, it’s not working.”

Thor patted her shoulder and shook his head. “You said her name and crushed the top of your bag. Like heck it’s not working.”

“Fine, she’s making me jealous and annoyed. What about it?”

Loki smirked and looked at his brother, who was wiping cookie crumbs off his face. “What are we here for?”

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Don’t Jinx It by lilyvandersteen

Author’s Note: This story is dedicated to @grlnxtdr30​, who fuelled my inspiration with a wintery Klaine fic prompt. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy reading this!

As soon as Kurt stepped outside, it was clear to him that he shouldn’t have put on those gorgeous boots he bought at 70% off on Black Friday.

Overnight, the drizzle that had been falling all week long had frozen solid on the sidewalk. Kurt stared at the ice, horror-struck. He was clumsy and uncoordinated on the best of days. This was an accident just waiting to happen, especially with boots that were stylish but offered no grip. He would need to either go back upstairs to his apartment to change his footwear or suck it up and hope he’d get to work in one piece.

Seeing as he was already running late for work, he decided to risk it.

He slipped and slithered and cursed a lot, but apart from falling on his bum twice, his luck held until he reached the Condé Nast building. His sigh of relief came too early, however. He slipped right in front of the sliding doors, his flailing arms found nothing to hold onto, and down he went, hard. He heard a sound like a branch snapping in half. Pain flamed through his left leg. Before he had time to process this, his head hit the sidewalk, and he blacked out.

When he came to, Cathy from the reception desk was crouching next to him, freaking out if her frantic babbling was anything to go by. “Kurt! Kurt, please wake up! Oh my God, why does this have to happen while I’m on duty. I’m not good with blood and stuff. I faint, and I panic, and I never know what to do. Should I call an ambulance? But they’re gonna wanna know what’s wrong with him, and I have no idea. Kurt! Dammit, Kurt, wake up, will you? I can’t have you die on my watch!”

“I’m not dead,” Kurt said.

Cathy jumped and held her hand to her heart. “Jeez, warn a girl next time! You okay?”

“Never better.”

“Really?”

Kurt glared at her. “No!”

Cathy’s relieved smile slid off her face, and she backed away a little.

Kurt hastened to sit up - wow, that made him feel dizzy - and apologise. “Sorry, sorry! I just… My head hurts, and my leg hurts even more, and I haven’t even had coffee yet ‘cause I overslept… But that’s not your fault. None of it. So… Sorry for snapping at you.”

Cathy offered him a hand to help him up, but as soon as he put pressure on his left foot, he hissed in pain. “Ow, ow, ow, ow, OW!!”

Cathy went back to looking panicked. “Maybe you’d better sit back down?”

Kurt bit back a sharp retort and sat.

Okay. A broken ankle. Great. Just great. Could this day suck any more?

“Want me to call you an ambulance?” Cathy asked.

“Nah. A cab will be cheaper. Where’s the nearest clinic where they do X-rays?”

“I’ll look that up for you, and I’ll call you a cab, too.”

“Great. Thanks, Cathy, I appreciate it.”

Kurt shuffled a bit to the side so as not to hinder any other Vogue employees from going in or out the building, and called Isabelle to tell her what had happened, and to promise he’d be back as soon as he could. He tried calling Adam as well, but got his voicemail three times in a row.

After that, there was nothing for him to do but wait for Cathy to come back, or the cab to arrive, whichever came first. His stomach rumbled, and his bum went numb from sitting on the cold hard ground.

Luckily, it didn’t take long to rustle up a cab, and an hour later, he limped into the room where his X-rays would be taken.

In the waiting room, he’d tried calling Adam about six more times. Either Adam had forgotten his mobile at home, or his phone battery was dead again.

Ugh. Could this day suck any more?

The X-rays showed that his ankle was broken. In two places. But apparently, it was a “mild” break, according to the chipper radiology assistant. “It shouldn’t take too long for it to heal. Four weeks in a cast should do it. We’ll get you a pair of crutches, and you’ll be all set!”

The assistant escorted him to the plaster room and told him to lie down on the ambulatory chair and wait for the nurse to arrive. Kurt took his boots off and lay down as instructed. The nurse bustled in, and before Kurt could say or do anything, she cut open his trousers to put a cast on his lower leg and foot.

Kurt’s eyes almost bulged out of his sockets. “These are Ralph Lauren!”

“These are tight as hell, and we’d never have gotten them off you without doing more damage to your ankle,” the nurse retorted. “Buy yourself some wide jogging pants for the coming weeks.”

Kurt sulked through the whole application of the cast. Those trousers were among his absolute favourites, and it was a colour that paired beautifully with most of his shirts.

I hate this! Could this day suck any more?

When he hopped outside a little later, he shivered as soon as the cold hit him, and realized he’d left his coat in the X-ray room. He managed to find the room again, but not his coat. The assistant, still as chipper as ever, helped him look everywhere, and even went to the plaster room to check if Kurt had left it there. He hadn’t. His coat was gone. And his phone had been in the inside pocket, so he’d lost that, too.

Noooo! Maybe I should stop asking myself if the day could get any worse, cause every time I do, something worse happens. I hope this was the last of it.

He thanked the assistant and left the clinic, struggling to keep his balance with the crutches. The wind seemed even colder now, and… wetter?

Oh, great, it’s snowing now, too.

The air was filled with fat snowflakes, and in other circumstances, he’d have smiled and made plans to go for a walk in Central Park. Now, though, it was inconvenient.

He looked for a cab to get home, but there weren’t any around, and of course he couldn’t call one without a phone.

He cursed under his breath when a drop of ice-cold slush fell on his neck and trickled down his spine. He had to get out of the cold, and fast, before he caught pneumonia.

There! Across the road was a cosy-looking coffee shop, tastefully decorated, with a steady stream of people going in and out and lovely smells wafting his way.

Kurt hopped his way to the coffee shop slowly and carefully. He didn’t want to fall again. A woman heading out of the shop held the door open for him, and he smiled and nodded gratefully.

Inside, it was toasty warm, and the delectable smells were even stronger. Kurt’s smile widened, and he joined the queue to get a hot drink and a snack. Thank heavens he still had his wallet!

He found himself humming along with the Christmas songs playing, and admiring the nifty bowtie one of the baristas was wearing.

Of course, that was when the universe decided he was too happy, and messed with him again.

Kurt heard someone laughing. A laugh that sounded very familiar. He could have sworn that was Adam.

And yes, when he turned around, he saw his boyfriend of two years, now lip-locked with some other guy, plastered against him and fondling his ass as though he’d forgotten he was in a public place.

Kurt moved towards the table Adam was sitting at, barely aware of what he was doing.

“Adam?”

He had to call twice more before his boyfriend ended the kiss and looked up. “Yes?”

When Adam saw it was Kurt, he didn’t even have the grace to look ashamed. Instead, his expression was annoyed.

“Who’s this, sweetheart?” the other guy asked.

Adam let out a put-upon sigh. “That stalker I told you about. I thought he’d give up after I graduated last June, but here he is, as annoying as ever. Don’t pay him any attention, Jules, he’s not worth it.”

Kurt was struck numb. What was happening?

Jules turned to him, his lips a thin line. “Okay, let’s have a little talk. You seem like a nice enough guy, but you need to stop bugging my boyfriend. It’s been TWO YEARS. Adam has told you time and again that he’s taken. Get over your crush and find someone else to love. Because this is not healthy. Okay? Let it go.”

Kurt gaped at him for a moment, before he got himself together enough to ask, “YOUR boyfriend?”

Jules looked at Adam with a soft smile, and then at Kurt again. “Yes. We’ve been together for nearly five years now, and we’ve been living together for three. We’re quite committed to each other. I’m afraid you never had a chance with Adam.”

Kurt fixed Adam with a stare. “So that’s why I could never come to your place. Now I get it.”

“Why would you need to come to our place?” asked Jules.

Kurt sighed and ran a hand over his forehead. “I hate to break it to you, but Adam isn’t as committed to you as you think.”

“Don’t listen to him, Jules!”

Kurt continued, “He’s been dating me for two years. I swear I had no idea he was seeing you at the same time.”

“He’s lying!” Adam shouted. “A sick, twisted little liar is what you are, and I don’t want you anywhere near me!”

He stood up and made to push Kurt, but Jules stopped him. “No, don’t! Can’t you see his leg is broken? He’ll get hurt even more!”

“He deserves to!” Adam thundered.

Kurt flinched and took a step back, losing his balance. Thankfully, Jules caught him and offered his chair for Kurt to sit on.

“What are you doing?” By this time, Adam was nearly apoplectic with rage. “Don’t let him sit down, tell him to bugger off!”

Jules gave him a long look. “Calm down, and let the boy have his say.”

“It’s nothing but lies!”

“I’m not taking anyone’s word as gospel at the moment. I’m sure that whoever speaks the truth, will be able to prove he’s right.”

“Jules!”

Kurt looked up. “I can prove it, if you’ll let me use your phone for a minute. Mine got stolen earlier today.”

“It’s a trick!” Adam yelled. “He’ll steal your phone!”

Jules rolled his eyes, and handed Kurt his phone after unlocking it. “Don’t be ridiculous, the boy can barely walk, let alone run.”

Kurt logged into his Google account and looked for the sexy videos he had of Adam on his Google Drive. He selected one and pressed play, angling the phone so that only he and Jules could watch, and turned up the volume to the max. The video showed Adam jerking off while telling Kurt everything he liked about Kurt’s body and everything he wanted to do to it when he next had the chance. It ended with Adam coming and shouting “Kuuuuuurt” really loudly.

There was nothing but silence when the video ended. You could hear a pin drop in the coffee shop.

Kurt closed the window, logged out again and handed the phone back to Jules.

Jules swallowed with difficulty. “I take it your name is Kurt?”

Kurt nodded. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I really didn’t know he was two-timing us.”

He got up from the chair and gently pushed Jules onto it, then handed him his drink.

Jules sipped from it, staring blankly ahead.

“You’re really going to believe him over me?” Adam asked, putting on a wounded air.

Jules set his mug down with a clang and glared at Adam.

“That video was fake!” Adam insisted.

Jules set his jaw. “Shut. Up.”

“I love you. Please don’t do this.”

“Shut. Up. That was you. I know what you look like naked. I know what you sound like when you’re turned on. I know what you look like when you orgasm. And that was you in that video. Dirty talking to HIM. Saying HIS name, not mine. I’ll give you until three this afternoon to pack your things and leave my apartment. Then I’m changing the locks.”

Adam wrung his hands. “You don’t mean that!”

“I sure do. You get ‘till three p.m., and not a minute longer. Better get a move on!”

Jules got up, put his coat on, nodded at Kurt and left without sparing a look at Adam, who seemed beyond speech or action.

As soon as the door clanged shut behind Jules, though, Adam unfroze and lunged for Kurt. “You bloody arsehole! You piece of shite! He’s throwing me out of his flat because of you! You will PAY for this!!”

Before he could hurt Kurt even more than he already was, two coffee shop employees grabbed Adam by the shoulders and firmly escorted him out, telling him he was no longer welcome in the shop.

Adam looked like he wanted to argue, but the taller of the two employees cracked his knuckles and said, “Give me an excuse, man, go on. Make my day.”

That shut Adam up at once, and he scurried off as fast as his legs could carry him.

Applause rang out in the coffee shop when the employees came back in, and the tall one doffed an imaginary hat and made a low bow. “Thank you, thank you!”

Kurt sagged down on the nearest chair and buried his face in his hands, no longer able to keep the tears at bay. He was cold, tired and hungry; he’d gotten both his ankle and his heart broken, and it hurt like hell. He’d give himself five minutes to have a good cry about this and then he would try and find a taxi to take him home.

“Hey,” said a soft voice, and he felt a fleeting pressure on his arm.

Kurt looked up and saw the bowtie-wearing barista. “Oh… I-I haven’t… I know I haven’t bought anything yet, but I will. In a minute. I promise. I just needed… a moment.”

The barista, whose name tag read “Blaine”, smiled at Kurt. “Relax. You can sit here as long as you like. And I brought you something to cheer you up. On the house.”

Blaine set a tray down, winked at Kurt and disappeared behind the counter again.

Kurt watched him go with his mouth wide open, and then looked at the tray. On it was a steaming mug that smelled of cookie spices, and a filled croissant still hot from the oven.

Quick as a flash, he tore off a piece and popped it in his mouth. Ah, heaven!

The rest of the croissant disappeared in no time, and by the time he’d finished his hot drink as well, he found himself smiling again.

“Better?” the same soft voice asked.

Kurt looked up at Blaine and nodded. “Much better. Thank you. You knew just what I needed.”

Blaine grinned. “Something sweet always helps. May I ask… Why aren’t you wearing a coat in this weather?”

Kurt’s face fell. “It got stolen at the clinic. With my phone.”

“That sucks. Not your day, huh?”

Kurt let out a humourless chuckle. “You can say that again.”

“Do you live nearby?”

Kurt shook his head.

“Is there someone you could call to come pick you up?”

Kurt shook his head again, his heart sinking.

“Okay… So here’s what we’re going to do. My shift will be over in an hour. Then I’ll call us a cab and I’ll bring you home, all right?”

Kurt looked at Blaine in wonder. “Why would you? You don’t know me at all!”

“Call it my good deed for the day. It’s about time your bad luck streak got broken.”

“Oh, don’t jinx it!”

Blaine was as good as his word, and after his shift, he brought Kurt home and escorted him upstairs to his apartment.

The first thing Kurt saw as he came in was a paperback that belonged to Adam on the coffee table. He picked it up, and tears sprung to his eyes again.

“Well, I guess I should count myself lucky I never gave Adam a key,” he mumbled.

“Are you scared your ex will turn up here?” Blaine asked, solicitous as always.

Kurt stared at him, aghast. He hadn’t even thought of that. “I…”

“I can stay with you a while longer, if that would make you feel safer. I was heading to the library for some peace and quiet to study, ‘cause my roommates are noisy, but I can just as well work here, if you’re okay with that. I’ve got my laptop and everything.”

“Oh. I…”

Blaine shrugged. “Or not. We don’t actually know each other. I guess I shouldn’t expect you to feel safer with a stranger around.”

Kurt cocked his head to the side. “You know what? I do feel safe with you. Yes, stay. We can get some work done together. And I’ll make us dinner, in a bit. Consider that a thank you for helping me out.”

Blaine ended up staying after dinner, too, even though Adam never showed up, and he was the first contact Kurt added to his new phone.

He took Blaine to Vogue’s Christmas party two weeks later, and kissed him under the mistletoe.

Six months later, Blaine moved in with him, and a little later, Kurt took him to Ohio to meet his dad.

When Kurt proposed to Blaine the next New Year’s Eve, he said, “I’m so glad I met you that day. You were the one who turned my bad luck around, and saved the day for me. And that’s what you’ve kept doing, every day since. You make my life so much better and brighter. Will you marry me and stay with me for keeps?”

Blaine said yes, of course, and Kurt’s luck held for the rest of his days.

THE END

[blaxkrosethorn]

A Rose With Thorns.

Haytham Kenway x OC.

Chapter 1. (Based off of ‘A Christmas Impersonation’ by @ragingbookdragon)

Summary: during a mission with Shay Cormac, French Assassin; Obedience L’Hona meets Grandmaster Haytham Kenway, but before anything happens she has to run.

Warnings: Language, sexual humor, mentions of violence and blood.

Rating: R. (For suggestive themes, Adult like scenes, mentions of loosing ones virginity, gore, smoking, and alcoholism.)

“This…is a bad idea, Shay.” She whimpered, grip on the Irish man’s overcoat deathly tight as she contemplates pulling him back towards the Morrigan. The man simply chuckled at the shorter woman’s antics.

“Relax, lass. We’ve got this, we always do.” He says as he leads her up the stairs. “Seriously, Shay. My nerves are a mess we’re going to fucking get caught.” She exclaims, chocolate brown hues wide with anticipation. “Obbi. Take a breather.” Shay coaxes and she rolls her eyes before doing as she’s told. Once she’s moderately calm, Shay gently guides her the rest of the way up the steps, and presents an invitation to the Red Coat standing guard outside of the mansion’s doors. He smiles at them, but the smile screams ‘I hate myself and I most definitely hate you.’

“Lord and Lady Shamus Williams?” He asked skeptically. “Yes, me and my wife have been traveling, this is our first gathering in about a month.” Shay says smoothly, and the Red Coat nods before smiling at Obedience and allowing the two to glide into the mansion and easily blend in.

As soon as they were out of the Red Coat’s earshot, both breathed sighs of relief. “That was close..” Shay muttered. “I thought you had it..” Obedience glowered. “Irish bastard..” she mutters. “Is this what upper-class parties are like?” Shay mutters.

She huffed. “This place is boring compared to Callaghan’s on a Friday night.”

 Shay snorted. “Agreed. It seems the people who govern us little ones don’t know how to party.”

A servant walked passed holding a tray of Champaign. Shay grabbed two, handing one to Obedience. “For you, Lady Williams.”

She took the drink. “Thank you, Lord Williams.” Raising her glass to his, she warned, “Now remember, the whole point of tonight isn’t to get piss drunk. We’re here to—”

She narrowed her gaze as he started drinking. “You’re not even listening to me, are you?”

 Shay eyed her. “I heard, ‘get piss drunk’, and decided to follow the instructions.”

           “You’re a dipshit, Shay.” Obedience griped, taking a sip of her own. Her face scrunched up and she inconspicuously spat the champagne back into the glass. A shiver ran through her and she gagged. “Ugh.”

He chuckled. “It’s surprising that you don’t like that, considering the fact that you drink whiskey.”

She smacked her lips awkwardly, trying to get the taste out of her mouth. “Yeah, but whiskey actually tastes good.” Obedience glared into the shot. “In the wise words of your dearly departed father, this tastes like horse piss.”

At that, Shay had to fake a cough to cover up the bark of laughter. “He would be proud.” And then they lapsed back into silence as they strolled around the venue.

Eventually, they stopped by one of the giant windows, and Obedience took to scrutinizing the men at the party.

A nudge to her side, followed by a whisper caught her attention. “Lady Williams, you’re supposed to be a married woman. Are you searching for a lover?”

 Obedience rolled her eyes and looked at him. “Well, someone has to satisfy a woman’s needs and you’re not.”

Shay actually seemed offended by that one, placing a hand to his chest. “That hurt.”

 “You’ll live,” she retorted, eyes following the men until she landed on one talking to an older woman. He was handsome, strong facial features, broad shoulders, definitely fit under all those layers, and his eyes. Oh, his eyes were drop dead striking, like gunmetal. And she wanted to know them. Badly.

She tapped repeatedly on Shay’s arm. “That one, I want that one!” She whispers, and Shay directs his eye sight towards the man Obedience had taken a liking to.

“You mean the one that screams I’m a pretentious arsehole with a stick shoved up my arse, that one?” Shay inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah..” Obedience replied hazily, practically drooling at the sight of the dark haired man. Shay sighs at his best friend’s behavior. “I want to climb that man like the village tree..”

At that, Shay gagged. “Gross!”

 “Are you kidding me, Shay?” she questioned, nodding at the man who’d begun to look around. “Look at his hands. And his thighs. And his really…firm…body. That is a man who knows what a woman wants and how to give it to her.”

 “I’m really glad you’ve finally found someone to break your celibacy vow, but please, please, please, understand that I am not as interested in men as you are.”

Obedience whirled around to face him, humorous glint in her eyes as she challenged him. “From what I’ve seen in Portugal, your a damn liar.” She said, accent getting thicker with every word spoken.

Shay’s already pale white face got even paler, if even possible. “I thought we agreed not to speak of that again!?” Shay scowled, cheeks beginning to redden in embarrassment.

“No,” she begins. “You said never to speak of it again and I nodded.” Obedience says as if it were the most obvious thing. “Exactly, you agreed.” Shay growled lowly. “Shay, you should know by now that I have to give verbal words of agreement, not a small simple nod of my pretty little head.” Obedience smirks, and Shay moves to argue with her when they hear someone clear their throat. Both slap smiles onto their faces and face the person whom demanded their attention, only to find the man Obedience had been previously drooling over.

The man offered a smile. “Good evening.” He greeted.

“Good evening.” Obedience greeted back, Shay quickly following her lead.

“Haytham Kenway, pleased to meet you.” The man introduced himself, and Obedience felt like his steel gray eyes were boring into her brown ones.

“Shay-!” Obedience nudged Shay’s foot. “Shamus Williams, the pleasure is mine. This, is my wife;” Shay says, and Obedience introduces her alias. “Maya Williams, pleasure.” She says, placing her hand in Haytham’s as she expects him to shake it. She’s pleasantly surprised when he raises it to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on her knuckle. “The pleasure is mine.” Haytham says, the undertone of a flirt filling his voice, though his eyes held a pinch of suspicion.

“I’m normally good at recognizing the regulars of a party, but I don’t believe I’ve ever met you two.” Haytham says. “What is it you two do?” He asks.

Shay quickly fills in the metaphorical gap. “We work for a business man, unfortunately he became sick so he gave the invitations to me and my wife to represent him and his wife.” He says, and Haytham quickly nods.

Shay rested his hand in the small of Obedience’s back. She nearly hurled.

“My drink is empty, I’ll be back. Until I get back, why don’t you and Mr. Kenway converse?” Shay asks, smiling at Obedience. She lets out an unladylike snort, raising an eyebrow. “Your glass is full, Shamus.” Obedience says, but Shay quickly downs his glass before handing it to Obedience and sending her a mischievous wink. “Now, it’s empty.” He says and although she grins she lets out a wheeze. “I hate you.” She says, he simply grins and disappears into the crowd. Obedience shakes her head exasperatedly.

Haytham laughs, taking both glasses from Obedience. “I wasn’t—” Obedience begins but Haytham cuts her off. “You didn’t like it anyways.” He says, and she blushes in embarrassment.

“You uh-..” she clears her throat. “You saw that..?” She mutters, looking down bashfully and trying to hide behind her dark black hair.

Haytham chuckles. “Only the ones who were paying attention noticed.” He says, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“Paying attention to a married woman?” She teased, giving him a small smirk.

Haytham ignores her question with a small chuckle. “Dance with me?” He asked, holding out an arm. “Mr. Kenway, I really shouldn’t..” Obedience says, trying to keep her act up. “Your not married.” Haytham says, and Obedience feels a bullet of shock rush through her, and she hesitantly places her hand in his.

Haytham pulls Obedience into a dance, but she doesn’t get a chance to enjoy it, a few Redcoats spotting her and beginning to advance.

“That, would unfortunately be my queue to run.” Obedience says before running away from the ballroom, trying to find Shay so they could escape the building.

She checks room after room, finally finding Shay in a large room with a desk. A desk that Shay was perched on, a woman on top of him.

“Shay!” Obedience yells, startling him and the woman. “Hey! Who the hell do you think you are?!” The woman yells at Obedience. “His best friend and the one saving his life, now get lost bitch!” Obedience snarls and the woman quickly dressed before doing so.

Shay quickly dresses himself and they make their way towards the window. “I can’t jump in this damn dress!” Obedience yelps. “Then cut it off if you can’t undo the lacings, woman!” Shay says, opening the window. “I can’t reach my damn knife!” She yelps, and Shay rolls his eyes before dropping to his knees in front of her, and reaching his hand up her dress.

“Don’t you dare get any funny ideas, Cormac!” Obedience growls lowly. “Wouldn’t be the first time, lass.” Shay jokes, earning a smack to the back of his head. He’s just about to grasp the handle of her knife when the door to the room is thrown open, revealing Haytham.

“I swear to God this is not what it looks like..” Obedience swears, growling at a frozen in place Shay. “You sure?” Haytham asks amusedly. “Quite.” Obedience says. Shay gets the hint and backs away. “I almost had your knife, until stick-arse showed up.” Shay growled, approaching the window. “Here,” Haytham says, cutting the lace in the back of Obedience’s dress. The dress itself falls to her ankles, leaving her in her corset and a black and blue skirt that went to her knees.

Shay jumped and Obedience turned to Haytham. She grabbed him by the neck and tugged him down to her level, kissing him passionately. He just barely got to kiss back before she pulled away and climbed the window sill, winking at him. “Later, Haytham.”

And then, both her and Shay were gone.

[buckyjamess-archive]

Hi Sher! Can I get angst prompt 32 for Sam Wilson? x (i also kinda love you switched back to your seb url)

yes you can, there's not enough love for my man sam!

32. “Because i love you god damnit!”

pairings: sam wilson x reader

warnings: y'know avengers with their violence, blood and stuff. Cursing. fluffy end because can't leave my man hanging.

wordcount: 1.3k+, I will no longer call these things a blurb

❝ all the things i say ❞

it's what cats do, right? hide away when they know they're dying, their ninth life hanging on a thread. Hiding away from potential predators in moments of weakness. 

But you're not on your ninth life and you're not hiding away from potential predators. You only have one life anf it's hanging on a thread and you're hiding from your team, you don't need to be found, it is good, at peace. No need to bring your friends into danger in a desperate attempt to find you.

I had a good life. 

Your ears ring from the immense impact of the explosion mere feet away from you. The flames around you warming your cheeks and causing a trail of destruction. Your head is heavy from hitting it hard and the agonizing pain from your side makes you want to faint. A sharp piece of metal impaling the skin where your ribs end, marking your suit in a dark red stain, like red wine on a white carpet.

This is it, at least you die fighting the bad. 

With the little energy and will power that's left in your body, you drag yourself away from the fight, finding a spot between two flipped cars and nestling yourself in between, you hand never leaving the wound on your side. Your back hitting the cold metal behind you and the sound of a thud when your head meets the car. 

The ringing in your ears fade away but the deafening sound of the gun fight around and muffles the voices coming through your com stay but even if you wanted to say something, you doubted your voice or the lack therefore would let you.

Focus on your breathing if these were your last moments on earth, you're fighting to make it as painless and relaxed as it can be. You knew the day was going to come one way or another. 

as your life flashes before your eyes, the good and the bad projected like an old movie, your mom, your dad, your family, your friends, the sounds around you fade away, vision getting more and more unclear with each sharp inhale. 

It lasts two or maybe three seconds of slowly drifting to another, safer and better place when the cold against your cheeks and the yelling voice far in the distance pulls you back into the real world. 

Through droopy eyelids you're met with the brown eyes, usually filled with joy and sparkle and a faltered smile which could light up a room in better days. Sam wilson, the guy you joked around with and told you 'not to die or I'll kill you' moments before going into battle. 

Goddamnit, he found you.

You don't hear his voice or maybe you just don't want to. The gears shifting in your mind and going miles per hour as you desperately try to form the sentences, get the man, your best friend out of here. He's risking his life.

"Go away, Sam." It takes everything to mumble the words out and swat his heads away from your body. 

Sam refuses, ignoring your poor attempt at pushing him away, pleading him to leave you behind "I'm not leaving you behind!" 

and if looks could kill, sam would be dead by now and with a new found will and power, you push him away, nearly throwing him off his balance. A pained groan leaving your lips and a hand clothing your side "Get. Out. Of. Here!" 

Sam clenches his jaw, confused and sad with anger running through his veins "No!" 

"Why the hell not, you all will be fine without me!" 

it's the tears in your eyes, the crack in your voice and the color slowly draining from your face that tells Sam you're serious but he can't, he can't leave you on your own, not after he promised himself to tell the truth. 

“Because i love you god damnit!” Sam spat, hands now on both sides of your cheeks "have for a while!" 

and if it's the thing you needed to hear, as if it's your queue, a now-i-can-die-happy, you give Sam one of the faintest smiles and your eyes slowly close.

"damnit," Sam mumbles underneath his breath in panic, slapping your color drained cheeks softly in an attempt to keep you awake "could use some help here!" 

"and no heavy lifting, no sports, don't test the waters by forcing your limits and ask for help, let yourself be pampered." The nurse demands "as much as I enjoyed your company, I don't want to see you here again." 

From where you're seated on the edge of the hospital bed, you smile at the elderly nurse in front of you "wasn't planning on coming back, no offense but the food is just not that good." 

"That's because I didn't make it sweetheart." looking over the rim of her glasses, she squints her eyes and copies your smile "take care now." 

"I will." you nod.

The nurse shakes your hand firm, flashes the man behind you a quick smile and leaves the room. 

"Asking for help, you?" 

Unbeknownst to the man behind you, you roll your eyes and bite the inside of your cheeks to keep yourself from speaking. 

You watch the man as he comes into your field of vision, arms crossed in front of his chest and that damn warm smile on his face. 

"I'm going to be a pain in the ass, intentionally." you shoot him a fake smile "going to make you my maid." 

Sam's brows knit together and he watches you through squinted eyes "That's how it's going to be?" 

"Absolutely," 

you smile genuinely this time when he dips down to capture your lips for a kiss "I can live with that." 

"Even going to get you one of those maid skirts-" 

"Okay, alright-" Sam interrupts "get your ass in that wheelchair, we're going home. If that's what you fantasize about, you might want to ask Steve or bucky." 

"Maybe I will." You chuckle back. 

You let Sam help you, knowing all too well that your body will raise red flags with the smallest movements you make on your own. 

"Alright," Sam groans when he tosses the duffel bag over his shoulder "let's go home." 

within minutes you're outside, white walls, sterile rooms and bad food long forgotten and fresh air filling your lungs. Freedom. Something you craved after two months in this god forsaken place, bed bound. 

Sam's car is parked nearby and unlocks it, light flashing a couple of times. He stops the wheelchair a few steps away and opens the passenger side where he carefully helps you in. Handling you like a fragile package. 

"I can do that myself." You laugh when he reaches for your seatbelt. 

"Alright." Sam says, hands raised in the air in defense "if you say so." 

Sam presses a quick kiss to your forehead and stands back straight and closes the door. Making his way to the back where he opens the trunk and pushes your duffel bag. 

You watch the man, you've learned to love so much throughout the years, push the now empty wheelchair back into the building, a quick pep in his step when he returns back. That beautiful smile on his face when he seats himself next to you. 

"Alright, let's go home." 

"Quickly if you don't mind." You mumble back "worst hotel I've ever been in." 

Sam laughs and without another word he starts the engine and drives away from the place you called home for the time being.

The drive back to the compound is a blissful silence but the way Sam grabs your hand whenever he can and kisses the back of it, makes your stomach knot and you know that with Sam by your side, it's going to be a wild ride. 

[yespleasetommyshelby]

Princess ~ Jay Halstead

This was requested by @somthingrandomhere Back in April, it’s now July (oops!) but here it is!! I’m sorry it took so long and it’s not the best but I hope you enjoy!!

Jay couldn’t help but smile as he and Adam walked through the theme park, children and families of all shapes and sizes laughing and smiling as they enjoyed their holiday. Children running up to their most loved characters, eyes wide with the biggest grins that he had ever seen.

“So what exactly are we looking for?” Adam asked as his eyes scanned the crowd, subtly taking a quick once over as one of the princesses caught his eye.

“Six foot, tanned skin, dark hair and one of the witnesses said he was wearing a blue cap with those mickey ears.” Jay recalled without taking his eyes off of the crowds around him, eager to find the guy that had been stalking the princess actors around the park, taking pictures of them and sending them to themselves the next day.

“What exactly is this guys problem anyway? Why the pictures?” Adam mumbled to himself, knowing that while it did scare the girls involved there was no evidence that any physical harm had been done, or even planned.

“I dunno man, guess he gets a kick out of scaring girls.” Jay shrugged, his eyes narrowing as they landed on a guy that fit the description, standing at the back of a small crowd that surrounded a Belle. “Ruzek, over by Belle.” He mumbled, casually nodding his head in the general direction.

“Boss, we got a guy matching the descriptions in the far right hand side, he’s watching one of the girls.” Adam spoke into his phone, Voight’s voice on the other end telling them to get the girl away without drawing so much attention, without blowing their op.

“Let’s go get ourselves a princess.” Adam grinned making Jay chuckle as they approached.

——

“Well don’t you look gorgeous.” I grinned as I crouched down to the little girl infront of me, no more than six years old, her hair rested over her shoulders in two long plaits while she wore the signature Anna dress. “I believe your spot is on the other side of the park princess Anna.” I winked as she grinned up at me, the missing front tooth making me ‘awwh’ mentally.

“I’m not the real Anna! My names Amy!” She giggled.

“Oh! Silly me!” I sighed dramatically, the smile never leaving my face. “Princess Amy it is a pleasure to meet you!” I grinned bending my knees in a courtesy as I bowed my head to her.

Pulling her into my side we both smiled wide as our picture was taken, Amy’s parents were stood watching with proud grins on their faces. I smiled over at them as I stood up and took Amy’s hand in my own.

“Your Royal Heignesses, here is your princess.” I bowed slightly as I let go of Amy’s hand. “I will see you soon Princess, enjoy the rest of your day!” I grinned before making my way back to the front of the long queue of children.

As I got back to my spot I noticed two officers stood just off to the side watching me with small smiles on their faces, I knew why they was there, we’d been told all about the guy that had been stalking other girls back to their homes and taking pictures of them, we already knew that there was police patrolling the park.

“Excuse me Princess?” The taller of the two stepped forwards, the children’s eyes going wide as they looked up at him.

“How may I be of assistance?” I asked, staying in the princess role.

“We need to Uh, have a talk about, uhm.” He stuttered, his eyes floating over the disappointed faces of the children in front of him.

“We just need you to approve of the new tableware that the Beast has purchased, Princess.” The other guy stepped forwards, his blue eyes watching me nervously as he bowed slightly making me smile.

“Oh of course!” I grinned before looking over at the children. “These are the beasts best knights, I’m so sorry my Princesses and Princes but im going to have to sort this out, the beast isn’t very good at this.” I stage whispered making them laugh. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, I promise.” I smiled apologetically at them and their parents before following the two officers into one of the staff buildings.

“I’m Detective Jay Halstead and this is Officer Adam Ruzek, we’re from Chicago PD.” The smaller one introduced with a smile.

“Y/N.” I smiled.

“We’re sorry to pull you away like that but our suspect was in the area.” Adam smiled apologetically.

“It’s fine, but shouldn’t you be out there catching the bad guy.” I asked.

“Our team is already on it.” Jay smiled at me, my heart fluttering as he did, he really was gorgeous.

The sound of muffled talking caught my attention confusing me until Adam pulled out a radio from his pocket.

“I’m on my way.” Adam spoke into the radio before looking over at me and Jay. “Guys done a runner, stay with her.” He said to Adam offering me a smile before he quickly left the building.

“Water?” I offered as I went over to the fridge sitting in the back corner, pulling one out for myself after he declined.

“So how long have you been doing this?” Jay asked as we took a seat opposite one another at one of the tables.

“A few months, not the career I’d imagined but I do love it.” I smiled fondly.

“You are beautiful.” He mumbled before his eyes went wide. “I mean uh, you make a beautiful belle.” He said quickly making me giggle, a slight blush rising to my cheeks at his words.

“What about you? How long have you been a cop?” I asked taking a sip from my water.

“A few years, I was in the army and when I left I still felt the need to help people so, here I am.” He shrugged with a smile.

“A real life hero huh.” I smirked making him chuckle slightly.

“Something like that.” He smirked back, a few seconds of silence fell over us until a rustle from the back room caught his attention. “Anyone else in here?” He asked quietly, his eyes watching the door to the back room.

“There shouldn’t be, the only person who uses this place is me and the other Belle’s.” I said quietly, my nerves rising.

“Any other way in?” He asked as he slowly stood up with his hand on the gun that rested on his hip.

“There’s a door round the back that leads into that room.” I mumbled, nodding towards the room where the noise was coming from.

Nodding his head he quickly spoke into his radio that there was someone else in the room before slowly and quietly creeping over to get door. I watched as he took a deep breath before throwing the door open only to be tackled to the ground by a guy that was slightly taller than he was, but in the muscles department was clearly slacking compared to Jay.

I let out a loud gasp as the man swung his fist into Jay’s side making him groan out in pain, before he quickly started to fight back, the two of them rolling on the floor until the unknown man got the upper hand, pinning Jay to the ground with his hands around his throat with his back towards me. Without thinking I quickly stood up and grabbed one of the metal chairs quietly making my way over I raised the chair above my head and slammed it down onto the guys back with as much strength as I could muster. He groaned at the impact and fell to the side in shock, he was grown of long enough for Jay to grab the gun from the floor and jump to his feet pointing it down at the man.

“Chicago PD, you move I shoot!” He yelled kicking his back to get him to lay on the floor just as Adam and two other officers burst threw the back door with their guns raised.

“Good job Halstead.” The blonde woman grinned rushing over and cuffing the guy who was still laid on the floor groaning in pain.

“Wasn’t me.” Jay shrugged with a smile as he looked over at me with a twinkle in his eye, making me blush.

“You did this?” The older guy that had just came in asked with raised eyebrows as his eyes moved from the chair lying on the ground, to the suspect, to me.

“Guilty.” I smiled nervously, relaxing as he chuckled.

“Good job Princess.” He chuckled to himself. “Sargent Voight.” He introduced himself holding his hand out towards me.

“Y/N, or Belle.” I laughed reaching out and shaking his outstretched hand.

“You know, Belle has always been my favourite.” The woman smiled as she walked over to me leaving Adam and Voight to haul the guy in cuffs away. “I’m Hailey by the way.”

“Want a picture?” I asked with a smile, knowing that the adults who came to the park were just as excited to have their pictures taken with their childhood favourites just as much as their own children.

“Yes, yes, yes.” She grinned quickly pulling out her phone and practically throwing it at Jay as she rushed over and stood beside me. “Thank you so much!” She grinned after seeing the picture Jay had taken. “I’m gunna go catch up with Voight, I’ll see you there.” She smiled at Jay before giving me a hug then leaving.

“You know, if this princess thing doesn’t work or you’d be a great cop, or wrestler.” Jay smirked making me laugh. “Seriously, that was pretty badass.” He smiled as he stood in front of me.

“I may be a Princess Mr Halstead, but I’m not a damsel in distress.” I winked with a laugh, our eyes making eye contact.

We stood in silence for a few seconds, just looking at each other while a blush crept its way from my chest to my cheeks as his blue eyes sparkled.

“I might be completely out of order right now, but uh, would you maybe like to Uh, get a drink sometime, with me, I mean, ya know, if the beast doesn’t mind.” He stumbles over his words which made him approximately ten times cuter than he already was.

“I’d love to.” I smiled with a giggle as I reached into the hidden pocket on my dress and pulled out the booklet I used to give autographs to the children. I quickly scribbled my number and ripped the page out handing it over to him. “Gimme a call sometime Detective.” I smiled with a wink before making my way to the door.

“You got it, Princess.” He smirked with a nod, I offered him one final smile before I made my way back out to the park, the thought of seeing Jay again keeping the smile on my face for the rest of the day.

[crazyglitterpirate]

Regrets - Fred Weasley

It's my sixth year at Hogwarts. After what happened last year I really didn't expect things to get better but still Umbridge really? what a pain in the arse. but one thing that came out of it was the DA. what a suggestion from ginny may I add. everyone was a little shocked I joined since my parents openly spoke out again Dumbledore but they weren't here last year, they didn't see what we all saw. It meant I lost a lot of friends as I started hanging around with other DA members, even if no one else knows that what we were. Luna and Ginny were there when I had a screaming match with them when they said I was ditching them. I felt alone and rejected. but Ginny had told the others so I was always welcomed to sit at the Gryffindors table. I became close friends with the twins, they would distract me with all their products and I was really amazed at them. those two are a lot smarter than they let on. DA was good cause I would usually group with them.

One night at a DA meeting.

"ahh" I huff and sit on the floor " there no use I'm never going to get the charm right"

We were all practising a different charm and I for the life of me could get it, plus I was having a bad week, with me already on three detentions this week already.

"come on soph," George said as he sits down next to me while Fred is towing over me.

"yeah you'll get it you just can't give up," Fred said. He gives me a look of concern as we stare at each other without breaking our eye contact.

"what's wrong?"  He asked me, I could hear the concern in his voice. At this point, George had left and given us some space. "has someone said something again."

"no" I look away, well look at anything other than him, I didn't want him to know how nervous he made me. "just having a bad week"

"Well then let's make it better," he says and grabs my hand to pull me up with ease. I swear my heart started beating faster.

So I have a little crush on a certain redhead twin, I mean he's kind and funny, way smarter than you think and is extremely loyal to his family how could I not. but then there's me, sad weak little Sophie who can't even do this stupid charm, why would he ever see me as anything else. god, I'm so sick of people looking at me like I'm going to break.

"Okay, whatever Weasley" and with that, we continued with the meeting.

One week later.

As I was walking to the court lard I was my friends, well old friends. they were all laughing and being happy and it annoyed me, I didn't do anything wrong in the first place.

"Hey soph you okay" a small voice came from behind me but instantly recognised it."

"Yeah, I'm fine Fred, just looking for a spot to sit and read." I smile back but he gives me that look, you know the 'are you sure' look.

"I am fine" I huff "now can we sit"

"it okay if your not, you were friends for a long time"

"Fred I--"

"No, you can't keep pretending it not getting to you, it clearly is"

"and if you want I would be happy you try new products on them" "and George too, of course, we will be like your bodyguards around them" he ended with a smile.

Now I know he wasn't trying to be sweet and i know he didn't mean to make me feel small and weak but he did and without giving him a minute to say anything else I stood up and started shouting at him.

" FRED, WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP, I TOLD YOU I WAS FINE ARE YOU DEAF OR SOMETHING, THE ONLY PERSON BOTHERING ME RIGHT NOW IS YOU. I AM NOT SOME WEAK LITTLE GIRL WHO NEEDS YOUR PROTECTION, I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF. AND I'M SO SICK OF BEING MADE TO FEEL LIKE ONE. I CAME OUT HERE TO READ IN PEACE NOT FOR YOU TO DIG INTO THINGS WHICH BTW I NEVER WANTED YOU OR GEORGE INVOLVED IN SO PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN LEAVE ME ALONE."

I go to storm off but before I'm out of earshot I hear him say 'guess I won't bother you again I didn't mean it it was just a build-up which unfortunately Fred got the full bast of.

Regret i felt regret

Thursday that week, Fred hadn't made eye contact with me at all and would only say hi if I was in a group of our mutual friends. I was walking back from the library since I now had way more free time. I didn't hang out with the twins anymore I wouldn't even group up with them at DA meetings either, so I found myself reading and studying. walking through the halls I hear running and laughter a certain laugh I would be able to recognize a mile away and with that, all my emotions came at once and I found myself siding down the side of the wall crying not too loud but loud enough to get someone attention.

"soph?" George, it was George.

"Hey, hey come here it alright" he grabs me and just holds me "Shhh" he turned to look at me wiping away any tears that have fallen "what happens, are you okay, did you have detention"

I shake my head "no" I take some breaths " I just feel so alone, I feel like I've lost everyone my old friends and Now you and Fred."

"first of all you haven't lost me," he says and nudges me.

"and second aren't you the one who told him to stay away " he raises an eyebrow at me

"I know, I felt really bad after I did it, George, he just wouldn't shut up and be making me feel worse. God, why can't he just understand sometimes I don't want to talk about it."

"it's not that I don't want to talk to you two about it I just do better handling that stuff on my own, it's what I know, every time I try and say sorry he walks away or just flat out ignores me. Do you know how much that hurts it's like I'm not even there? I care about you guys so much and now I feel like I've fucked it up cause I lost it once. "

"like I understand if he doesn't want to be my friend anymore I really do, but ..... I just - I wish he would just acknowledge my apology. "

George just sits there comforting me ensuring me that he would come around. What we didn't know was Fred was around the corner and heard everything.

FREDS POV

We had just finished a prank and were running George being ahead of me while laughing we could hear someone crying, we both stopped and continued walking to where it was coming from. before I turned the corner I hear George say her name and my heart sunk.

"soph?"

I heard the whole conversation and a mass of regret and guilt came over me. I had never thought about it from her point of view well, to be honest, I never let her explain I guess I let my ego get in the way. I mean now I'm hearing it I should have respected her boundaries and her personal space and I shouldn't have ignored her I just felt so hurt that she didn't want me to comfort her, all I wanted to do was make her happy and avoid her crying but instead I've caused it. I am going to make this right, I need to!

I hear them get up and start walking George was offering to walk her to her house but she said it was okay and with that George was next to me in less than a minute. He waited till she was out of earshot before finally saying something.

"You're an idiot, an absolute git Fred"

"I know," I said

"well how are you going to fix it"

"I don't know"

I had planned a lot of things to apologize to sophie, but I chicken out every time. I almost did one day but then I fucked it up again by shouting things at her. hurtful mean things, I made her cry AGAIN this time it was her avoiding me, guess now I know how she felt, karma right? God, I tried talking to her but before I knew it I was flying out of the school with George without making things right.  she saw me and turned away.

Regret was all that I could think.

Sophies POV

I was sitting at lunch with luna, we tend to sit with the Gryffindors. George always engaged in conversation with me which was comforting but Fred still didn't speak to me, But I swear I saw him attempt to say something to me but stop himself every time.

It was the day of the big match Slytherin vs Gryffindors, I of course wore red and gold. and I decide to go with luna to wish everyone good luck. George instantly pulled me in for the biggest bone crusting hug ever.

"Okay I can't breathe" I get out "what trying to kill me or something" I laughed

I didn't even notice Fred had come next to us

"so what do you think? reckon I'd make a good gryffindork"

"I think you suit it, what do you think George?" Fred, he had actually said something to me, well George but at me.

i just looked over and smiled at him.

"Yeah Fred defo a Gryffindor at heart"

"right C'mon," Angelia said

"well that's my queue to go, good luck boys" I waved them off and linked my arms with luna

"let go get some seats this will be good"

I had deiced I would talk to him after an official apology for shouting at him. but then the fight happened not that I'm complaining I hate Malfoy too. The 3 of them were sent to Umbridge so ginny let me in the common room. George came in first and marched right to his dorm then harry who just sat on the couch and then Fred he looked around for a while then i rose to speak to him to see if he was okay.

"Hey Fred," I said while putting my hand on his arm, but he quickly moved

"what are you even doing here? You are not a Gryffindor you're not really in the DA properly just aspie for Umbridge!"

"Fred I-"

"What noting to shout at me for, why don't you go back to your friends and death eater family huh! I- "

"FRED enough it's not sophies fault."

I felt tears roll down my cheeks as I looked around embarrassed and hurt. and I ran out of that common room as fast as could"

I could pick up ginny shouting at him and someone calling my name but I kept running. I didn't go back to the DA after that and I sat back at my house table alone. ginny, luna and George checked up on me but I just waved them off saying I had too much work to do. i avoided fred. sometimes he'd call my name but I would only walk away faster.  until I was in class I heard a sound bang followed by shouting like everyone else I left to see and I was the twins on the brooms. Fred made eye contact with me almost pleading to follow but I didn't I turned and went to the library.

I didn't know they were leaving. or I would have listened i thought we had more time.

once again I was met with an old friend

regret

[davidobitch]

Personal Assistant | Jeff Wittek

this was kinda fun. i love ceo jeff but i also love jeff in general. 

“(Y/N), I need those papers back on my desk by the time you leave today,” your boss says as he walks by your desk, dropping a stack of files down in front of you. You let out a deep sigh knowing once again it’ll be a late night for you. There was no way you were going to get all these papers finished in the next 2 hours.

Your fingers tangled in your hair, not even halfway done with your work and you were supposed to be off in 30 minutes.

You watched your coworkers all leave one by one, leaving you the last person in the building along with your boss.

Jeff Wittek is the CEO of the biggest gym chain in L.A. and you were lucky enough to be one of his assistants. Working for him wasn’t too bad except for when he gets in these moods where he makes you do everything only a couple hours before you were supposed to leave. But he paid well, so what he says goes. 

“(Y/N), office. Now,” Jeff called from the doorway. He watched your every move as you scrambled to gather the files you still have yet to finish up until you were walking into his office. You could feel his stare burning holes in your body, sending a shiver down your spine. 

His hand skimmed over your lower back, letting it linger for a couple seconds as he walked past you.

“Sit, please,” Jeff motions to the chair in front of his desk. Doing as you’re told you set the files and his desk and placed yourself across from him, watching as he leans back in his chair.

Your cheeks burned thinking about how good he looks at this moment. His shirt unbuttoned enough to see his chain cascading down his chest, sleeves rolled up half way his arm. His hair, oh god how much you would love to run your hands through it.

“What do you think?” Jeff asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“I- Sorry, what are we talking about again?” You bit your bottom lip, not even realizing he was having a full on conversation with you while you were fantasizing about him.

A small laugh escaped from Jeff’s lips, “I think you’re supposed to listen to your boss when they call you into their office,” his tongue gliding over his lips before a smirk takes over.

A strand of hair falling in front of your face as you drop your head, hiding your embarrassment, “I know, sorry, I was just thinking, uh, y‘know about the files. I still have more to finish but I’m almost done. I can st-“

Your rambling was cut short as Jeff’s hand cupped your chin, raising it so he can look at you.

You were talking too much to realize he was now standing in front of you, leaning against his desk. As if he couldn’t look more attractive than he did just a couple minutes ago, you were proven wrong.

“You talk a lot when you’re nervous,” Jeff says as he pushes the fallen hair behind your ear, grinning down at you. He removes his hand and shoves them in his pant pocket. You tried your hardest to keep your face from turning red, but by the warmth that was taking over your cheeks, you knew it wasn’t possible.

“So, uh, why- what, um. Sorry, what did you pull me in here for?” You tripped over your words, thoughts of Jeff were controlling your mind, not helping with the fire burning on your face. 

“I’ve been thinking a lot lately. You’ve been with the company for-”

“5 years,” you cut Jeff off, accidentally. It was supposed to be a thought but your brain said otherwise, “Oh. Sorry. I didn’t mean for that to be said. It kind of just-”

“You’re rambling again, (Y/N),” Jeff’s smile growing wider as he spoke, “You apologize a lot, you ever noticed?” 

Yes.

“Uh, no. Sorry- Oh! Sorry,” you covered your face with your hands, letting out a little groan. You’ve never been this nervous around your boss before, but something about tonight feels off. 

You heard Jeff snicker as he pulled your hands from your face, “As I was saying, (Y/N), you’ve been with me for a while. I’ve watched you grow into an amazing person” His eyes trailed down your body before turning his attention back to you, “I want you to be my assistant,” Jeff says, making you look at him with confusion. But you were already his assistant? Well one of them. 

Your mouth opened to say something, but all the words in your brain dissipated when you Jeff leaned forward, gripping your chair’s arm rests, slowly sliding his hands backwards until his face was mere inches away from yours, “My personal assistant,” Jeff’s gaze flickered to your lips, licking his as he looked back at you.

Your breath caught in your throat. Well this is a turn of events. Is he… No. He’s totally not into me. Your eyes raked down the sight in front of you. Pieces of Jeff’s hair fell in front of his face, his chain slipping out of his shirt.

Jeff took your silence as the answer he needed. The second your eyes found his again, his lips collided with yours with so much force you felt like the chair was going to tip over. 

Maybe he totally is into me...

You were taken back, at first, but when Jeff ran his tongue across your lip, you melted into his touch. Your hands gripped his biceps as he lifted you off the chair. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he turned around, setting you on this desk. He pushed almost everything off the table, including the files you so neatly organized for him.

He pulled away and glanced down, “They’re not that important anyways,” he mumbles against your neck, searching for your sweet spot. You tilt your head to the side, giving him more space to work with. Jeff smiled against your skin when you accidentally let out a small moan. Your hands made their way into his hair, his fingers trailing up your thigh, pushing your dress up with them.

“Jeff,” you managed to breathe out. His lips hum against you, waiting for your answer, “I- We- What if someone walks in,” your voice was shaky as Jeff continued to bite and suck on every inch of your neck, eventually moving down to your chest. 

“Everyone went home,” taking a second to bring his face back to you, his thumb traces your lip, “It’s just you and me, baby,” his voice was barely audible, like he was telling you a secret nobody else could know.

That was all the confirmation you needed before bringing his lips back to yours. Jeff grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to his body. Sitting half way off his desk, he hiked one of your legs up higher giving him better access.

His hand slides in between your thighs, roaming over every bit of skin except where you needed him most. Just like that, his thumb presses down on your clit, causing you to involuntarily buck your hips.

Pulling away from the kiss, your head falls back as Jeff moves your panties to the side, “You’re this wet for me already?” A smirk toying his lips, “I always knew you had the hots for me,” dragging his finger up your folds painfully slow.

“Please, Jeff,” you managed to say without moaning.

“Please what?” His finger circling your clit.

“Please don’t play with me like that.”

As if on queue, his fingers slip inside you, a high pitch moan echoing around the room. His rhythm starts off slow but quickens with every pant you let out.

His fingers curl up, hitting the right spot, “God- Fuck- Jeff- I, oh fuck” And just like that he removes his fingers.

You can’t help but whimper by the sudden loss of contact. “You think I would let you cum that easily?” Jeff’s lips ghosted over yours as he spoke. You drop your legs from his waist and hop off the desk.

“I guess two can play at that game then,” you hand trails down his chest, fidgeting with his belt buckle. You push him back gently, making him fall into the chair you were previously sitting at. Getting his belt and pants button undone, you tug them down with his boxers. Your eyes widen seeing how big Jeff is. You figured he was packing..but not like this.

You tease him the same way he did to you. Your fingers dragging up his thighs. Jeff’s hand wraps around his cock, his thumb running over his tip. “You wanna help me or am I gonna have to help myself?” Jeff growls, starting to pump his hand.

It didn’t take long before you wrapped your lips around his head, swirling your tongue around the tip. You looked up at Jeff, batting your lashes at him. His hand running through his hair, grabbing at the ends. Your cheeks hollow around Jeff’s cock as you bob your head. You removed your mouth, replacing it with your hand instead only for Jeff to grab it, halting your movements.

“You’re gonna have to stop if you want me to last,” Jeff growls through his teeth, not wanting to cum before you do.

In one swift movement, he stands up and bends you over his desk. Jeff bunched your dress up around your waist as he pulled your panties down your legs, tossing them to the side.

The tip of Jeff’s cock slides up between your folds before sliding into you completely. Your body falls onto the desk, overwhelmed with pleasure as Jeff thrusts into you harder each time. As if you didn’t think this feeling could get any better, Jeff lifts one of your legs on the desk and pulls you up to him. His hand wraps around your throat, his lips pressed to your shoulder.

“I- Jeff- I’m close,” you moan out. He removes himself from you to turn you around. Jeff lifts you back onto his desk and without warning, he slams himself back into you. You yelp from the intensity and drop your head against Jeff’s shoulders.

With one hand gripping your hips, he free hand grabs your jaw, bringing your face to his. “Let it go, baby,” Jeff snakes his hand down your stomach to rub your clit.

“Fuck me. Oh! Fuck,” you draw your moans out as your ride out your high only seconds before Jeff does.

“Fuckin’ christ (y/n),” Jeff’s breathing was heavy as he pulls out of you only to drop to his knees. He glides his tongue over your pussy, making you jump from over-sensitivity. “Gotta make sure my girl’s clean,” he says as he stands back up.

“So is this in the job description of being your personal assistant?” You question as you fix your dress. You lean against the desk and watch as Jeff doesn’t bother with buttoning his pants or his belt. God he cannot get any hotter. 

His lips pressed to yours softly before pulling away to smirk at you, “This is the job description.”