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guess who got folklore print fabric to make a folk dress skirt
#I've just prewashed it and also pulled some fabrics from my stash for the lining#I'm gonna make a really simple skirt#like REALLY simple - should take me maybe a week or so to make it completely by hand#and that's including all the other shit I have to do lmao#now I need to find a cute fabric to make a simple top out of#and also get some more linen for undergarments#and I GUESS I'll need an apron at some point#(but first I need to decide what style/era I'm actually going for lmao. I'm thinking roughly late-19thcentury-working-lady but also idk)#OH and I'll need some tie on pockets#it's a good thing I'm in no rush#though I'd like to have an outfit by summer#to wear at my exhibit and also just generally at events
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Yandere JJK - Yuta Okkotsu
When you leave for a month long mission without telling your close friend and maybe crush, Yuuta. You come back and heâs cracked.Â
Itâd been two months since you left on a mission, only now being able to return back to Japan. When you arrived home to your shared apartment, you had expected a warm welcome from your kind and courteous friend, Yuuta. You imagined heâd tell you, âWelcome home,â ask how your trip was, and offer to make dinner like he usually did on days he felt adventurous enough to cook. The two of you lived pretty harmoniously together, both being capable sorcerers with similar demeanors and all.
What you didnât expect was to be shoved against the wall of the flatâs narrow hallway kabedon style, body pressed flush against your roommateâs, who had a look on his face like he hadnât been sleeping for weeks and just found out the cure to his insomnia was something ridiculously simple, bordering on relief and hysteria.Â
âWhere. Have you been.â He practically growled, your heart beating at an odd pace since he was barely an inch away from your face.
âUhnn, on a mission. But great news-Iâm back home and wonât be working for a bit, aha?â You broke eye contact, unable to withstand the cold intensity of his dark eyes.Â
âAnd you left without telling me? Without telling anyone?âÂ
âWell, to be fair it was a secret mission! It wasnât to be disclosed and even then I knew itâd only make you worry and youâd probably end up trying to tag along somehow. I didnât want to distract you from your work, Yu.â
Your explanation didnât do much to help calm his nerves. You could tell he was obviously worked up, he was breathing hard, his arms were shaking, and his newfound grip on your shoulders was soul crushing. You knew your friend was strong, but the fact that you couldnât move at all from your position was impressive.Â
âSo you just up and left? Thatâs not fair,â His languid voice spoke with quiet rage. He was never one to raise his voice, not even now. âYou donât get to decide that. What if you had died? What if something happened and nobody from home knew anything about it? Would you be okay with leaving everyone behind? Leaving me?âÂ
âNoâŠI meanâŠI wouldnât want that. I mean hey, Iâm here! Weâre good now, right? Iâm fine! Weâre fine.â You said this last part with no confidence, ââŠAre we?â
Yuuta took a step back, staring at the wall next to you because he couldnât stand to look at you. âNo. Weâre not.âÂ
He let you go, moving to turn back to his room. You grabbed his shoulder. âHey-wait! I know youâre upset. I would be too. But please, donât ignore me. I was so lonely on my own, now that Iâm back IâŠwell, is it too selfish to say I want you by my side? I missed you a lot.â Your abandonment issues were about to be the death of you.
âYou trampled on my feelings, completely disregarding how Iâd feel, and now you want pity?â
You deflated. âNo. Just. I just want you. Iâm sorry for hurting you, Yuta. I didnât mean it, really.â
A minute of silence passed you both. You felt like you were about to cry. You sniffled. âI really am sorry.âÂ
He stared at the ground, muttering a soft curse before looking back at you, slowly opening his arms. He sighed. âI can never stay mad at you. I missed you too. Câmere.âÂ
And you nearly leapt into his arms, hugging him tightly. His scowl broke, turning into an ever so slight smile.Â
Coming home wasnât such a bad idea after all.Â
You thought the two of you were cool and were about to offer to order take-out when he threw you over his shoulder, went to his room, and threw you on the bed, locking the door promptly behind him.Â
âUhhhh, Yuuta?â You asked. âWatcha doing?â
He chuckled darkly. âYou confessed to me before your mission, right? And then you bolted before I could even respond. Well, Iâve had a lot of time to think about how I should reply in the past months you were gone. And this is my response.â
Your face grew red. How could you have forgotten about that?Â
He crawled on the bed after you, leering over you like a tiger would its prey.Â
âI love you. More than anything in the world. And when I noticed you left and had no idea when youâd be back, or if youâd come back at all? I thought Iâd go crazy. It took everything in me to not kill the elites that ordered you on the mission and drag you back home myself.â He had you caged between his arms again, voice dropping to something thick and heavy at his next words, âI decided that when you came back, if you ever came back, I wouldnât let you go anymore. I want you by my side forever. And even then foreverâs no where near enough.â
âQuite the romantic, are you big guy?â
He smirked at that. âIâve had enough time to study up on the type of guys you like.â You shivered when you felt his lips glide across your neck, a rough hand slowly sneaking up your stomach, beneath your clothes.Â
âYouâre mine tonight. And forever.â
Tonight was going to be a loooooooong night.Â
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laundry day | hansol vernon chwe
SYNOPSIS. in which it's laundry day and you're in a bit of an embarrassing predicament. PAIRING. hansol vernon chwe x gn!reader (however, sorta implied that reader is more leaning toward fem) GENRE. fluff, humour?, best friends/roommates to lovers WARNINGS. cursing, vernon is checking reader out lowkey, reader embarrassingly wears hello kitty underwear i don't make the rules, ik vernon is mainly chill but in this they bicker <3, this was very stupid n silly lmfao WORD COUNT. 1.6k
requested from @weird-bookworm: lemme be annoying alreadyâ noni + #16 and #59 from list 1!! - #16: "You hugged me like your personal pillow." - #59: "Laundry day doesnât mean walking around in your underwear, but for you, Iâll make an exception."
notes: i'm never good with writing humour but i thought of this stupid scenario and idk how i feel BYEE (cuz ur girl lowkey struggled on figuring out how to put #59 in the story lmao) tysm for submitting this in sky <3 and ty @bananabubble for reading it over for me!
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You are so stupid.
So fucking stupid.
How could you let yourself get carried away in loading all your laundry that you forgot to save a pair of pants to wear in the meantime?
You replay everything in your head: your overflowing, neglected laundry basket, the utter satisfaction you felt after loading it... right up until the moment you realised every single pair of pants you own was now basically swimming around in a goddamn whirlpool, and now you're left sporting nothing but your underwear and a shirt that didn't offer much coverage than expected.
You let out an annoyed groan, burying your face into your hands and mentally slapping yourself in the face. The chill of your room sends a trail of goosebumps running up the exposed skin of your legs. There really was nothing you could do but wait for your laundry to finish.
Then your head shoots back up, and maybe your bedroom lights up a bit brighter at your metaphorical lightbulb moment, because you think of Vernon. He's the only other option you have.
Tip-toeing up to your closed door, a bit of hesitancy gnaws at you for being so dumb, before you yell out, "Vernon!"
He's probably in the living room right nowđyou can overhear the faint music of the record player the two of you snagged at this vintage thrift store the other week. A very good and lucky find, nonetheless.
Taking another (and maybe regrettable) deep breath, you call out again, a little louder this time. "Vernon! Can you hear me?"
The music seems to dip down slightly, and after a moment, the record stops spinning, replaced by the sound of footsteps approaching the door. You brace yourself for the door to swing open to reveal the embarrassing state you're in right now, but it doesn't.
Instead, you hear Vernon's voice respond to you through the door, "Yeah?"
"Uh..." You bite your lip because you can't believe you're about to ask this. "Do you have, um... a pair of pants or shorts I can borrow? I'll give it back to you tomorrow."
For a moment you think he didn't hear you because it's completely silent on the other side of the door, and it does absolutely nothing at calming down your racing heart. You see, you probably should be fine with walking around in your underwear with Vernon because he's your best friend and roommate and he definitely would not judge at all, but it's simply not that simpleđ
"Did you, like, spill Monster on yourself again?" Vernon asks casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world that you would do (it's happened one too many times).
"Yes, I mean, no, I meanđlook, just fetch me a pair and I'll bring it back to you later?"
"Uh, yeah, about that..." He pauses. "I'm wearing my only pair right now since you loaded yours first."
You really should've considered that being best friends with Vernon meant collectively sharing the brain cell of procrastinating when it comes to doing your laundry. Great, just absolutely fantastic. This was very much how you wanted your day to go. Perhaps this is why you're best friends, after all.
"Well, shit," You murmur, more to yourself but Vernon hears it anyway.
"Look, I'm sure it's not that bad, right?" Does he seriously still think you spilled Monster on yourself? "You could probably justđ"
You can hardly act by the time the doorknob twists and Vernon peeks his head around the door. But the second he catches sight of you, his eyes flicker over you, before he quickly averts his gaze to the Radiohead poster on your wall. Was it the lighting in your room that's making his face look pink?
You stand there awkwardly, suddenly feeling so exposed in front of him as if some sort of gigantic spotlight was shining down on you. It's not like you haven't been half-naked around each other before, but this feels different... somehow. You don't know why, or maybe you don't want to know.
A cough erupts from Vernon, breaking the sudden silence.
"Oh, wow, um..." He toys with the black hoodie around his head. "I didn't look. I swear."
His eyes dart everywhere except back to you, lingering on the Radiohead poster, the slightly askew picture frame on your desk, just anywhere but you. You donât know whether to feel relieved or embarrassed.
"Ugh, I'm so stupid." You run a frustrated hand through your hair. "And I have this meeting for work in an hour and I know the laundry won't be done by then. I'm actually screwed."
Vernon thinks for a minute. "You can't like... virtually attend the meeting?
"No."
"Or it can't be postponed?"
"Nope."
"What if I file you as a missing person to the police?"
"You're seriously no help, dude," You say, giving him a light shove to the shoulder, but it's hard to suppress the curve to your lips and the small chuckle that leaves your mouth when you see him fall back dramatically.
Vernon snorts lightly. "Well, it's probably better than showing up to work in your Hello Kitty underwearđ"
"You said you didn't look, you idiot!" You exclaim furiously, and Vernon literally does not see the way a pillow practically spawns in your grasp and flinging toward him before he can even react. The pillow hits him square in the chest, causing him to stumble backward with a surprised yelp. "Oh my god, just report me missing at this point."
Vernon just laughs as he catches his breath to stand back up, grabbing the pillow up the floor and lifting it up like a shield as if to defend himself from you. Your face is burning brighter than the lava lamp glowing on your bedside table.
"This is so embarrassing," You mutter sheepishly, wanting to unleash another defeated groan again. "I can't believe I'm this stupid to forget to..."
"You're cute."
"...and then I'm probably going to get firedđwhat?"
Vernon tosses the pillow back onto your bed and clears his throat.
"I said you're really dumb."
That is not what he said.
For a second, the disastrous situation seems to lighten up just a little bit, and your heart is doing some intense, unrhythmic tap dance against your ribs. You heard exactly what he saidđthat he called you cute in this ungodly predicamentđand now he's trying to brush it off?
Vernon cracks a teasing, boyish smile. "And stupid, yeah. You're not wrong about that."
You open your mouth to retort, but the words get caught in your throat, almost like a choked sound coming out instead. So you point an interrogative finger and step closer to him (and yes, still in your underwear), eyebrows furrowing together.
"You called me cute," You state, all firm and serious now.
Vernon's playful look falters slightly, expression shifting to something a bit more guarded now. He rubs a hand at the back of his neck, that nervous habit you've always found sort of endearing throughout time. Perhaps there's a bit more meaning to it now.
The few moments of silence that follow is absolutely suffocating. You can't even tell if time is passing by quicker or slower as the two of you stand there, shifting this uncomfortable weight between both of your feet.
"Yeah," Vernon says simply, quietly. "I did."
You nearly want to laugh for some reason, but you can feel the nerves tickle up your spine. "I'm standing here in fucking Hello Kitty underwear and you think I'm cute?"
You can visibly see the way the lump in his throat tightens as he swallows, his eyes flickering uncertainly between you and the floor.
"Look you just... You caught me off-guard. Like... laundry day doesn't mean walking around in your underwear and all that," Vernon explains, in a tone like he's trying to reason with you. "but for you, I'll make an exception becauseđ"
"đbecause I'm cute?"
"Because you're so stupidly cute from freaking out when I could just go to the store right now and buy you a pair of pants to wear." Then he sucks in a breath. "And yeah, the Hello Kitty underwear is cute, I guess."
You feign a shocked, traitorous look to your face. "You guess?! It's Hello Kitty, man."
"Dude, do you want me to snatch you some pants to wear or not? Because I'm deadass about the missing persons report," Vernon asks, half-annoyed yet somewhat half-amused. The twitch to his lips doesn't go unnoticed. And the voice of him calling you cute just minutes earlier also doesn't go unheard of too.
You wear a cringy, exaggerated pout to your lips. "Please."
Vernon's face contorts in slight disgust at that. "Please don't do that eveđI'm leaving." And before you can say anything, he's turning around and leaving your room.
You hear the clinking of keys, assuming that Vernon is getting ready to leave to presumably retrieve you a pair of pants to wear for the day. You step up to your doorway to peek into the living room.
"Hey, I owe you!" You holler out to him. "Let me know how much it costs and I'll pay you back."
"No need," Vernon calls back over his shoulder.
"Come on, I'll feel bad," You insist, leaning against the doorframe. "I'll do anything, I swear."
Now that seems to intrigue him, and you watch the way Vernon slowly turns back to you, and maybe you're starting to regret ever saying that to him.
"Okay," he says lightly. "We're watching a movie tonight."
"A movie? What are we..." Then your eyes widen in realisation. "We are not watching Shrek again. I'll end up falling asleep on you because we've rewatched too much."
Vernon just shrugs. "Yeah, like last time. You hugged me like your personal pillow, remember?"
"I..." You stop yourself from responding immediately, feeling a flush creeping up your cheeks at the memory. "Fine, whatever. If I fall asleep again, you can just wake me up this time."
A low, thoughtful hum runs out of Vernon's mouth. "I mean, I really don't mind if you fall asleep, you know. If you're tired and stuff."
You blink up at him dazedly. "Really?"
"Yeah," he answers, and the corners of his lips lift up ever so slightly. "You're cute when you fall asleep on me, anyway."
another note: guys idk what i just wrote lol its like 90% dialogue n rushed HAHSADSA
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Maybe something with Steve x f!reader where she is a bit inexperienced and insecure when it comes to dating ad steve askes her out but she is oblivous and thinks it's just as freinds but steve really likes her
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Steve Harrington x reader || Main masterlist || Steve playlist
summary: If anyone had told your high school self that in a few years you would become friends with Steve Harrington, you would never have believed them, but here you are.
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The crisp autumn air wraps around you like a cozy blanket as you step out of your house, one hand clutching your purse while the other fiddles nervously with the hem of your sweater. Tonight is the annual Hawkins fall festival, and you are beyond excited, youâve always loved this time of year and Halloween is just around the corner. Youâre especially excited because Steve asked you if the two of you should go together, which, if you had been told this a few years back, you would never have believed.Â
Back then, Steve Harrington was the quintessential popular kid: the cocky, charming, handsome, jock, always surrounded by a group of friends, the king of cool himself. He was all the things that you were not. You were the quiet girl, the one who blended into the background, often lost in books or daydreams. You had admired him from a distance, never once as much as imagined that heâd ever as much as acknowledge your existence.Â
But people change. Steve has transformed over the years, shedding his old persona for something deeper, something more substantial. You have become friends after you started working full time at family video with him this summer. It was awkward at first; the memories of your high school days still lingered in the back of your mind. But as the weeks passed, you found a rhythm together. Steveâs charm was still there, but now it was complemented by kindness and genuine interest in those around him. He was no longer just the popular kid; he was just Steveâand you happen to really like this Steve.Â
Sometimes you think that he might feel the same way about you. There are those moments when his gaze linger a little too long, or when he will lean in a little closer than needed to laugh at something silly you said. He seems to always remember the little thingsâyour favorite candy, the books you love, how you like your coffeeâthereâs a comfortable warmth that has built between you, something that simultaneously feels completely normal and natural yet so confusing.Â
You donât know what to make of it all, all you know is the butterflies in your stomach are practically doing the cha-cha everytime he looks at you, which makes you feel silly, youâre not his type, but the feeling is undeniable.Â
You take a deep breath, the cool air filling your lungs, and step outside fully. Steve is standing by his car, a warm smile lighting up his face as he catches sight of you. His hair is slightly tousled by the wind, and heâs wearing that dark green sweatshirt you mentioned under his jacket that you had mentioned you liked a few weeks ago.
âHey,â he calls out, a smile spreading on his face as he sees you, his eyes sparkling in the golden light of the last sun of the day that illuminates the street.Â
âHey!â you call back, trying to match his energy as you walk towards him. You notice the way his gaze flickers from your face to your outfitâa simple but cute sweater and jeansâbut also the way you feel inexplicably warm inside, even as a light breeze rustles the leaves around you.
âYou look great,â he compliments, his smile growing wider as he opens the car door for you. You slip inside, fighting back the blush creeping up your cheeks. âIâm really glad that you said yes to come with me, I really wasnât sure if you would say yes.â
You nod, excitement bubbling in your chest. âOf course. This is going to be fun.â
Steve smiles at your words, a soft one that makes your heart flutter even more. âIâve been looking forward to this all week,â he admits, starting the engine with a low roar.
The drive to the festival passes quickly, filled with casual chatter and laughter, though you canât help but feel like there is a slight tension in the air between you. The festival lights twinkle in the distance as you park, and your heart races at the sight of all the attractionsâthe hay bales, the pumpkins, and the Ferris wheel glowing in the twilight.
As you step out of the car, Steve reaches to grab your hand, a brief but electric moment that makes your pulse quicken. It surprises you, and you, more on instinct than thought, do a little jolt of surprise as you feel his warmth enveloping your fingers. Your action seems to startle him as well. He quickly lets go, and you both look at each other, your cheeks heating as if youâve both just felt the thrill of a secret.
âUh, how about we start with the ferris wheel?â he suggests, trying to mask his own awkwardness as you move towards the ticket booth, the festive air filled with laughter and the scent of caramel apples.
âYeah, that sounds perfect,â you reply, your voice a little shaky as you try to regain your composure. You keep your eyes on the colorful lights strung above, using them as a distraction from the fluttering in your stomach. Friends hold hands, especially in crowded areas, itâs completely normal, but you have just made it weird.Â
You purchase your tickets, and while waiting in line, you sneak glances at him, noticing how the festival lights cast a warm glow on his features.
As you stand in line to the ride, the excited energy of the festival surrounds you, yet the moment feels isolated within its own bubble. The cheerful screams from the rides seem distant as you steal another sideways glance at Steve. His brow is furrowed slightly in concentration as he watches the ferris wheel turn, his hands stuffed into his pockets like heâs trying to keep himself grounded amidst the bubbling awkwardness that seems to linger between you.
âDo you⊠um, like ferris wheels?â he asks, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty, breaking the comfortable silence while trying to affirm the choice of ride.
You chuckle lightly, appreciative of the effort heâs making to fill the space with conversation. âI think theyâre great. Itâs nice to see everything from up high, even though Iâm a little afraid of heights.â The confession spills from your lips before you can second-guess it.
âUh oh,â he grins, his tension visibly dissipating as a laugh escapes him. âGuess Iâm gonna have to protect you from the edge then.â
âRight,â you reply, your heart racing a little faster. Thereâs something so comforting in his charm, so disarming in the way he manages to make you laugh while also feeling slightly vulnerable.
Thereâs only a few more people ahead, you can hear the laughter and excited shrieks of those already atop the ferris wheel, and your heart flutters nervously. The excitement of the ride combines with the nervous energy between you and Steve, creating a concoction of emotions that feels exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
Finally, your turn arrives, and you step into the little cabin of the ferris wheel, Steve following behind you. The moment the door closes, you feel an immediate sense of closeness. You both sit on the bench as the ride begins its slow ascent.
A gentle breeze wafts through the cabin as you start climbing higher. The view below spreads out like a beautiful tapestryâpeople laughing, lights twinkling in the cool night air, and the pumpkin patch glowing in the distance. For a moment, despite that familiar feeling of fear that jolts through your stomach and chest from the height, youâre moved by the beauty of it all.
But just as quickly, the magic of the moment shifts, and you become acutely aware of Steve next to you. The cabin sways slightly, and instinctively, you lean in closer to him, hoping to steady yourself. Your shoulder brushes against his, and the side of your thighs presses against each other, and suddenly, thereâs an electric charge in the air again.Â
Steve seems to notice, too; his breath hitches slightly, and he glances at you, his brown eyes searching yours for a brief moment before darting away, a hint of color rising to his cheeks. The world outside the ferris wheel becomes a distant memory, the vibrant festival lights melting into a blurred backdrop as the two of you share this intimate space.
âHowâre you holding up?â he asks, attempting to calm you with that signature Steve Harrington smile. Itâs warm and inviting, and you canât help but return it, hoping it conveys the mix of excitement and anxiety brewing within you.
âHonestly?â you start, biting your lip slightly as you consider whether to admit the truth. âIâm a little scared, but being up here with you helps.â You hope your honesty doesnât make things awkward again.
âIâm always available whenever you need to ride a ferris wheel,â he says, trying to lighten the mood, but both of you can sense the shift. His arm brushes against yours, and you can feel his warmth radiating through the thin fabric of your sweater.
âWhat would I do without a friend like you,â you reply. You really are grateful to have him in your life, youâve never been the girl with the most friends and most of the ones you have moved away from Hawkins after high school, but in this moment you canât help but wish that you and Steve could be more than that. Your gaze drifts down again, watching the world spin beneath you, so you donât see how his face falls slightly from your words.Â
The air between you thickens with unspoken words, the gentle rocking of the ferris wheel almost amplifying the silence. You focus on the lights below, momentarily getting lost in the vibrant colors and sounds of laughter, but your mind drifts back to Steve. Thoughts of his warmth against your skin make your heart race even faster.
âHey,â he begins, his voice slightly hesitant, forcing your attention back to him. âI was thinking aboutâŠum, going to the hayride after this. Itâll be fun, right?â Heâs trying to recapture the lightness of the moment, but thereâs a different edge to his tone, almost insecurity.
âSure,â you reply, maybe a bit too fast, wanting to seem interested in his idea and hopefully get the vibe between you back on track.
He smiles at your enthusiasm, but itâs a small smile, one that doesnât quite reach his eyes as he turns his gaze back to the ground below, watching the festival swirling around. The brief flicker of uncertainty in his expression doesnât go unnoticed by you, and it makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter even more wildly.
Once the ride ends and you both exit the cabin, the festival feels even more alive, filled with laughter, screams, and the smell of fried food wafting through the air.
The lights twinkle like the stars above, casting a gentle glow over everything, but the feeling of electric tension still lingers. Forcing a smile, you look over at Steve, hoping to read his expression. Heâs glancing slightly shyly at you, scrunching his hands in his pockets againâa telltale sign of nerves.
âLetâs head to the pretzel stand first,â you suggest, wanting to ease the awkwardness. The buttery, salty scent of the pretzels wafts through the air, beckoning you. Plus, you could use a little snack to settle the butterflies.
âYeah⊠great idea,â he says, looking towards you, but you break the eye contact too quickly, feeling an odd mix of courage and shyness wash over you. As you walk together, the distance between you feels both far and impossibly close.Â
When you approach the stand, the line is relatively short, which is a relief. Youâre both quiet as you wait in line. You order two warm, buttery pretzels, and as the vendor hands them over, Steve pays, insisting itâs his treat. You protest, arguing that you could cover your half, but he brushes you off with a simple, âno, no, I got it. I was the one who asked you out, remember?âÂ
You know that he didnât mean it like that, but a small warmth spreads in your chest at the thought of this being more than just a friendly outing. You quickly push the thought aside as he hands you your pretzel, mumbling a, âthanks,â without looking him in the eyes. You know that youâre being dumb, you just wish that you could keep your feelings in check, but he looks too good in the sparkling lights, his eyes twinkling in a way that almost hurts.Â
There is something about being here with him that feels so bittersweet. Itâs easier to just not look at him. You take a bite of your pretzel, the salty goodness grounding you in the moment, and glance around at the festival, trying to focus on the lively atmosphere rather than the tension curling in your stomach.
 You keep eating in silence and you keep focusing on the surroundings of the fair around you, looking anywhere but at Steve besides you. You glance at the spin-the-wheel booth nearby, where a group of kids cheer excitedly as one of them wins a stuffed animal. You canât help but envy their carefree joy and excitement. You donât know why you have to find everything so difficult as you stand here with Steve, who was once so far out of reach.
Itâs not like you want to ignore him, but suddenly you just donât know what to say or how to act around him. Growing up, youâve never been the one people chose, and the idea of going to a fair with a boy who you like and who is as sweet to you as Steve is overwhelming, one of those things you have romanticized, and now that youâre actually here, in a way that is so close to that teenager fantasy you had, but still not in the way you had dreamed ofâwith someone who just sees you as a friend and colleague.
âAre you alright?â Steveâs voice breaks through your thoughts, the hint of concern in his tone making you look up. Heâs studying you closely, his brow slightly furrowed and that adorable furrow in his forehead deepening as he watches you. âYouâve been a bit quiet since the ferris wheel. Was this like⊠a bad idea?â
âIâm fine!â you assure him a bit too quickly, and you wince at how defensive it ends up sounding.Â
âOkayâŠâ he replies, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. It stings more than it should because you know he cares, and that makes it even harder to explain whatâs going on inside your head.
You continue to walk in silence for a moment, the vibrant sounds of the festival contrasting with the uncertainty hanging in the air between you. Your heart feels heavy, torn between the joy of being with him and the fear of ruining the one precious relationship you currently have. With each step, a battle rages in your mind, and the taste of the pretzel suddenly feels stale.
âReady for the hayride?â Steve finally asks after youâve finished your pretzels, breaking the awkward stretch of silence that had settled between you.
âYeah, sure,â you respond, trying to sound chill and casual, but youâre afraid it comes out sounding more like indifference.Â
When you reach the hayride area, you find a rustic wooden wagon decked out with hay bales and pulled by a tractor, its engine humming softly. The laughter of children playing nearby fills your ears, and for a moment, it feels like the weight of the world has been lifted. You both hop onto the wagon, taking a seat on a hay bale amid a group of families and friends, and once again, you feel the familiar warmth of Steve beside you.
The tractor lurches forward, and you cling to the edge of your bale as the wagon bounces along the dirt path, the chill of the autumn air mingling with the warmth radiating from Steve. He adjusts his position slightly, leaning closer as the wagon sways, and the subtle change sends your heart racing.
âAre you sure youâre okay?â he asks, concern lacing his voice as the ride jostles you both slightly.
âYeah, Iâm fineâjust enjoying the view,â you reply, your gaze fixed on the canopy of stars beginning to twinkle above, but your heart is still tuned to him.Â
He chuckles softly, but it is a sound that feels somewhat insecure. âI mean, itâs a nice view, but⊠I would kind of hope you would look at me every now and then.â
Caught off guard, you turn your head to meet his gaze. Thereâs something in his expressionâvulnerability mixed with that boyish charmâthat feels disarmingly sincere.
âIâm sorry if I have read things wrong, or if you felt like you had to say yes to this because I asked you,â he continues, the usual lightness in his voice replaced with an honest sincerity that makes your heart race. âWe can just forget that this was ever supposed to be a date and just hang out as friends if that's what youâd prefer.â
Your breath catches in your throat, and for a moment, the world around you fades into a blur. The sound of the tractor and the laughter of kids playing in the distance become muffled as all your focus shifts to him. âThis was supposed to be a dateâŠâ Did he really just say that? Â
Your heart races in your chest, both from the weight of his words and the vulnerability etched in his expression. Youâve always thought you could keep your feelings hidden, but now, watching him wrestle with his own insecurities, you canât bear the thought of losing what youâve built together over these past months.
Your breath hitches, disbelief coursing through you. âThis is a date?â It feels surreal, and your mind races to catch up with your heart.
âYeah,â he affirms, his gaze steady and sincere, each word punctuated by the thrum of your pulse. The admission hangs in the air, heavy and exhilarating.
âOh,â you manage to breathe out, the weight of his words settling in like the leaves falling around you. Your cheeks flush, warmth flooding your entire face as you try to process what this means.
Steve seems to realize the misunderstanding, his facedeepens with a mix of hope and anxiety. âI mean, if you want it to beâŠâ He shifts slightly, clearly feeling exposed, but the earnest look in his eyes anchors you to the moment.
You can hardly believe this, the butterflies in your stomach now performing a whole concert rather than just a cha-cha. âSorry, I didnât realizeâŠâ you stammer, trying to find the right words while your heart races like itâs in a sprint. âI thought we were just⊠hanging out as friends.â
His expression shifts slightly, a blend of relief and a hint of hurt flickering across his features.
âShit, I should have made it clearer when I asked you out. I was pretty nervous⊠Itâs totally okay, if you donât feel the same, but I really hoped we could be⊠more than just friends. I really like you, you know?â The determination in his voice swells with sincerity, and your breath catches again, this time for an entirely different reason. His honesty floods the air around you, and for a moment, everything seems to fadeâthe laughter, the stars overhead, the gentle bumps of the wagon.
You can hardly process the whirlwind of emotions crashing over you like a tidal wave. âYou... really like me?â The surprise in your voice is undeniable. You had convinced yourself that the interest was one-sided, a figment of your imagination conjured by the butterflies and the lingering glances.
âYeah, I do,â he reiterates, an earnest smile breaking through his initial unease. âI didnât want to rush anything, but spending time with you these past months has been so much fun. Back in high school I always thought you seemed so smart and cool and you know⊠really pretty. But I didnât think you would be into a dumb jock like me.â His voice carries a hint of vulnerability, making you melt a little more for him.
Your heart swells at his confession, and the rush of emotions leaves you momentarily speechless. âI thought you werenât into girls like me,â you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper, vulnerability seeping into your words.
âGirls like you?â he echoes, eyebrows knitting together in disbelief. âThatâs just not true. Youâre incredible. Youâre smart, funny, and youâre not afraid to be yourself.â The sincerity in his voice sends a shiver down your spine, filling the gaps left by all the self-doubt that had crept in over the years.
âI⊠I like you too, Steve,â you admit softly, your heart pounding against your ribcage as the truth finally escapes. The world around you falls away, the crackling of the hay under your knees and the sounds from the festival merging into a blurry background.
He smiles at you, that same breathtaking smile that had made your heart race all summer long. âReally? I mean, wow. I was worried I might have stepped over the line, putting us in some weird situation,â he admits, relief washing over his features.
You shake your head, a joyful laugh bubbling up. âYou could never make things weird. I just didnât realize you felt that way. I always thought I was just... you know, the quiet girl with the crush.â
âYeah?â He raises an eyebrow, and thereâs a twinkle in his eye that feels like your own secret shared between the two of you. âWell, turns out weâve both been a bit clueless, huh?â
You laugh, the sound bubbling up as you realize how amusing this whole situation is. âSeems like it,â you say, shaking your head in disbelief. âI never thought you even noticed me.â
âTrust me, I noticed,â he responds, the intensity of his gaze making your stomach flip. âWe can take this slow, just enjoy the night, but I want you to know that I would love to be more than just friends.â
His eyes search yours for reassurance, and at that moment, amidst the laughter and lights of the festival, the world around you shifts into clarity. You both breathe deeply, holding onto this newfound connection as if it were the most precious thing in the world.
With the stars twinkling above, the tractor bumps along the path, and you canât help but lean a little closer, feeling bolder in the warmth of his confession. âOkay,â you finally respond, your heart fluttering at the thought of all that could come next. âI mean, Iâd like that.â
Steve beams, a boyish grin spreading across his face. As the tractor lumbers along, the bright lights of the festival twinkling in the distance. And then, without thinking much at all, you lean in, drawn by some instinctive need to close the distance between you. Your heart beats wildly, anticipation hanging thick in the air as you catch the scent of the autumn breeze mixed with the sweetness of caramel apples and the warmth of hay all around you. Time seems to slow as he meets you halfway, and in a heartbeat, your lips brush against his in a soft, tentative kiss. Itâs sweet, electrifying, a spark that ignites every nerve ending in your body.
You hold your breath, momentarily surprised by how right it feelsâlike fitting the last piece of a puzzle you didnât even know was missing. When you pull back slightly, the look in his eyes is pure wonder, the fluttering tension replaced by something warmer and deeper.Â
âWow,â he breathes, a soft laugh escaping his lips as if he can hardly believe it just happened. The smile on his face is electric, and your heart swoops at the sight of it. âThat wasââ
âReally nice,â you finish for him, you still feel the imprint of his lips against yours. It surprises you how natural it felt, how rightâas if you had been waiting for this moment without even knowing it.
âDefinitely,â he nods, his smile only getting wider as the reality of what just happened sinks in.
You chuckle lightly, your heart still racing as the aftershocks of the kiss continue to pulse through you. You lean your shoulder against his. Steveâs arm finds its way around you, pulling you a little closer, and you feel safe, excited, and thankful that tonight is unfolding in a way you never dared hope.
The wagon lurches forward again, providing a firm reminder of the bustling festival around you. You both settle into a comfortable silence, your shoulders brushing against one another, and it feels like youâre creating your own little world away from everything.
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Your hands ache. You have calluses on your palm, unsightly, but if you were to soak them off you'd bleed.Â
The club is practically dead. You can get away with a low effort routine âold men and day drunks don't care what you're doing so long as they can see your chest. The level of undress is your choice (though the girls willing to dance fully nude get the better slots, obviously), and you've been doing this for long enough that it doesn't really bother you when a patron shouts for you to take your bra off. Your hand is slipping behind your back for the clasp when you notice him near the bar.Â
Agent Hotchner âyou can call me Hotchâ usually catches your attention and leaves. A quick nod after he's met your eyes, he'll wait for you to get dressed and meet him out front near his intimidating car. But today he watches even after you smile hello, and someone close by throws a ten at your feet like you'd been smiling for them. He's expressionless.Â
It's far more difficult to finish your dance knowing he's watching. He doesn't stay for long, ten seconds at most, but those ten seconds are much longer than he's ever watched you perform before.Â
You finish your dance, collect your tips, and trudge back to the dressing rooms. You would've made more money if you'd stripped down. Not much considering the small audience, but some. You can't explain why seeing Hotch had made you stay your hand, maybe because he's one of the only men you know who treats you like you're fully human. You don't want that to change.
It's colder outside than it was when you arrived. Traffic is picking up as people leave their jobs for the day, and the club will be busier in the night hours. You'll stay, hopefully make enough for food this week.Â
"Are you warm enough?" he asks immediately.Â
"I didn't bring my jacket." You shrug. "I'd rather be out here with you." Than go back inside, no matter how cold.Â
He opens his trunk with a click of the key fob and disappears behind the tail end. You can see his arm move, a bundle of black fabric. His arm flexes as he closes the trunk, and his eyebrows have hooked together when he returns to you.Â
"Here," he says, "it should fit."Â
Just a simple charcoal quarter zip. You shrug it on over your clothes and find yourself immediately greeted by the smell of men's cologne. His cologne.Â
"What can I help you with today, Mr. Hotchner?" you ask. You're flirting in that useless way where it doesn't mean a thing, and he knows that, because, as you've come to find about these special agents, they know everything.Â
"I wanted to ask you to dinner."Â
"Oh, I don't⊠I don't do the escort stuff," you say gently.Â
"I know." He turns his head away from you. "I realise that it's unprofessional. I know it puts you in an uncomfortable position to say no. But I want to take you out for dinner, if you'd let me."Â
You stare at him. "I won't sleep with you after one fancy dinnerâ"Â
"It's not like that." He speaks so calmly, so quietly.Â
It doesn't make any sense. He's a professional man in a successful career, with a son if you remember correctly, and a circle of peers his own age and status. If he doesn't want to fuck you, if he really wants to take you out for dinner, that's a date.Â
"What, you want to be my boyfriend?" you ask, shaking your head, lips pulled down in a frustrated frown.Â
"Iâ well, if things went well, I wouldn't be opposed to it." He laughs.Â
"Are you messing with me?"Â
"No, I'm sorry. I just wasn't prepared for the question."Â
He meets you head on. Face to face and eye to eye, he looks at you with, for once, a completely readable expression. It's a bit startling. The slight lift to his brow and his half-smile, it's an expression that says, If you want to. It puts all the choice in your hands.Â
"I know we don't know one another that well, I," âhis eyes soften another shade, tenderness like no one's ever given youâ "wanted to make my intentions clear to you. I didn't want to continue our professional relationship and then pull the rug out from under you later."Â
You know Hotch through car rides, mostly. He's taken you home from a couple of places now, usually after he's asked you questions about someone or something to do with the sex trafficking ring currently being squashed in Virginia. He's nice. You've told him without fretting about the consequences that he's handsome. When you first met, you asked him why gentlemen like him didn't come to see you dance.Â
You didn't think the answer was that they might grow to have feelings for you.Â
You wonder if he's just lonely. But lonely Hotch could still have a number of women that aren't you, right?Â
"Like you'd never get a handle on it?" you ask, subtly teasing.
He reacts to your tone visibly. His smile gets worse, which is to say better, and his voice sounds similarly teasing as he answers, "I tried to. That's exactly what you need, another old man with the wrong idea."Â
"I don't think you have the wrong idea, Hotch."Â
"But you don't reject that I'm old?"Â
You leap to correct him through laughter, surprised at his quick wit, and he leaps to let you know he's kidding through his own. You tell him while things are warm that you'd like to go to dinner with him, if he really means it, and he holds one of your hands like a prince, thumb ghosting over your knuckles, unafraid of the calluses on your hands. He touches you like you're made of glass.Â
You try to give him back his jacket before he leaves, but he insists you keep it. "If you freeze before I get to take you out, I won't forgive you."Â
Huh, you think as he drives away, waving, the sleeve of his borrowed jacket falling down your arm. Who knew Special Agent Hotchner was a flirt?Â
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Another Chance to Live Part 3 (Ana Maria CrnogorÄeviÄ x Reader)
Summary: Both Ana and you spend some time at your national camps. It helps you to finally realize a few things.
Part 1, Part 2
A/N: At this point I think I'm just committing to aim for an upload every Sunday. Maybe I'll manage to update sooner at some point, but usually I end up being way too busy during the week. And in case anyone is wondering, there will be three more parts after this.
I was really excited for this part, so I hope you guys will be to. And thank you to anyone who has shared their thoughts about this story, it always make my day. :)
Also, Ana at the Champions league final just broke my heart all over again!
The next morning you woke up to an empty bed, and while you missed Anaâs presence next to you, you were also glad for the moment of reflection it allowed you. Last night had blurred the lines between the Swiss woman and you, a prospect that seemed much scarier in the bright light of day. Â
Maybe it also felt more daunting at the moment because you were nervous about going to camp. Conditions had improved somewhat for the Spanish national team, but it still wasnât a happy place to be. It was still an ongoing back and forth, constant fighting for every small thing to hopefully one day get to the point you all wanted to be.
So you didnât feel prepared for a complex and emotional conversation with Ana right now. You just wanted a peaceful morning with your best friend, eating a nice breakfast, enjoying each otherâs company, sharing one last hug before going to your respective national teams. After last night though, you werenât sure if that was in the cards for you today.
Once you gathered enough courage to leave your bedroom, you were greeted by the smell of coffee and pancakes, your absolute favorite breakfast food. So at least the tasty breakfast part of your wish was being fulfilled.
Ana smiled at you gently and wished you a good morning when she saw you. You echoed her statement, readily excepting the cup of coffee she handed you. It made you happy how comfortable she felt in your apartment, almost as if she was your girlfriend making breakfast for you.
She wasnât though! She was your amazing friend making breakfast for you, and that was nice too.
âAre you ready for national camp?â The Swiss woman asked while she plated the last of the pancakes and moved to sit at the table.
You took a sip of coffee to avoid having to answer straight away. This was a loaded question, with the potential of leading to a variety of difficult topics you didnât have the strength to acknowledge right now.
âItâll be nice to see everyone again,â you offered vaguely.
The blonde nodded in agreement.
âYeah, thatâs one of the best parts of national camp. Iâm very excited to see Lia again.â
Anaâs eyes were shining with happiness and you could tell how much she was looking forward to seeing her Swiss friend again. It made you irrationally jealous. You had no right to feel like this, Ana was allowed to have other friends, and of course she should be happy to see them.
âWho are you most looking forward to seeing?â Ana carried on, thankfully completely oblivious to the jealousy burning inside of you.
Her question left you in a bit of a dilemma. There were some players you were always especially excited to see, but most of them were friends of Ana as well and you didnât want to risk her telling them. Not when you were pretty sure that they would never give you as the answer to such a question.
âAll of them really.â
It was more of a non-answer really, but you felt like the time you could take for answering such a simple question had ran out and it was the safest option you could think of.
âI know that theyâre all excited to see you too,â the Swiss woman assured you.
You hummed in fake agreement, quickly changing the subject to Anaâs travel itinerary. It was nice of her to lie on your behalf; the blonde had probably caught on that the question had me you flustered. She was empathetic like that. Still, you didnât want to linger longer than necessary on this.
Sadly, the morning passed way too quickly for your liking and all too soon it was time to say goodbye to Ana for now. You felt like crying, which was ridiculous, it wasnât even two weeks before you saw her again.
The two of you hugged goodbye and you were relieved that the Swiss woman allowed the hug to last for a while, seemingly also in no hurry to walk away. However, when you finally let go of each other, it was still too soon for you. Â
Ana smiled at you with gentle eyes and a slightly melancholy smile. Apparently you werenât doing a good job at hiding your unhappiness if it was so obvious to her.
âIâll see you soon, yeah?â The Swiss woman said. âCall me or text me whenever!â
Ana waited for you to nod, then she turned around, waving as she walked away. You had to take some deep breaths to stop yourself from bursting into tears right there in your doorway. However, you didnât have time for a crying session right now; you had to get a move on to get to the airport on time.
You were ready in the nick of time, finishing a final check when you heard a knock on the door. It was Misa who had offered to pick you up so you could drive to the airport together.
âReady?â The goalkeeper asked after greeting you, but one look at your face made her change her course of questioning. âWhy the long face?â
You shrugged your shoulders. You really didnât want to get into that right now.
âWell you better put on a poker face before the others see you, or Jenni will tease you to no end about your crush on Ana,â Misa advised.
âWhat? I donât have a crush on Ana!â You shot back. âSheâs my friend.â
Misa smirked. âYeah sure, whatever you want to believe.â
âItâs the truth though!â
Your teammate raised her hands in surrender. âOkay, okay.â
You could tell that Misa didnât believe you at all. But you didnât feel like arguing any more, you most likely wouldnât convince her either way. How could you when every reasoning you could possibly give her was a lie?
Heeding Misaâs advice you made sure to erase all sadness from your face before meeting up with the rest of your national teammates. Still, it only took a few minutes after the initial greetings were over for Jenni to approach you with a sly smile on her face. You had never wished for the ground to swallow you as much as you did in that moment.
The older woman threw an arm around you, pulling you close.
âSo whatâs going on with you and Anamari?â She whispered into your ear. However, she did so loudly enough for everyone in your vicinity to overhear and suddenly all of the attention zoomed in on you.
You freed yourself from Jenniâs holds, crossing your arms and challenging the black haired woman with a hard gaze.
âNothing! Weâre just good friends. Can we move on now?â
âAw look at you being all firm. Does Ana like that?â Jenni teased.
You flushed bright red, very uncomfortable with this conversation.
âLeave her alone, Jenni!â Alexia commanded and you flashed her a thankful smile.
Jenni rolled her eyes, muttering something about how everyone always ruined her fun, but thankfully she listened to her ex-girlfriend. Though, you werenât naĂŻve enough to assume this wouldnât come up again during camp.
It wasnât until much later, when you were laying in your bed that you wondered how Jenni even knew about Ana and you. Not that there was anything going on, nothing mutual at least. But still, it seemed unlikely that she had come to that conclusion by herself all the way over there in Mexico.
Had Misa or Lola, who had both picked up on your crush a while ago, even though you had never confirmed their suspicions, talked to her about it? Or did she hear it from Ana herself? That would mean that the Swiss woman either had feelings for you as well or that she had realized you were in love with her at some point.
That second option made your anxiety spike through the roof. How embarrassing if Ana really knew! You desperately wanted to go and ask Jenni about her sources right this moment, but in the end you werenât ready to endure the subsequent teasing.
Therefore you were forced to mull it over silently, trying to find some small scrap of evidence for any of the possible scenarios. It was a fruitless endeavor with the only result that you couldnât fall asleep until the early hours of the morning.
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All in all the time at national camp was pleasant enough. You enjoyed being around all of your teammates, even if you had to put up with more teasing about Ana, mostly from Jenni. It wasnât too bad though and you got better and better at just ignoring her comments.
You also took great care to suppress the goofy smile that always threatened to bubble up when you got a text from Ana. So you were doing your part to minimize the teasing you had to endure.
But then on the night before your last game the Swiss woman called you for the first time since you had parted ways, and it was at the most inconvenient time. You were hanging out with Jenni and most of the Barcelona girls when your phone started buzzing.
Your heart did a somersault when you noticed who was calling. You had wanted to call her every day, every hour really, but had refrained from doing so because you didnât want to bother Ana. But now she was calling you!
Unfortunately Jenni was sitting right next to you, instantly seeing Anaâs name flashing on your phone. You could practically feel the glee radiating from her. However, you didnât pay her any attention, too busy getting up and leaving the room while answering the phone. This wasnât a conversation you wanted to have with an audience.
âHi Ana,â you said almost at the doorway.
What you heard on the other side of the phone made you foolishly stop in your tracks. The Swiss woman was sobbing into the line and you wished with everything in you that you could crawl through the line to comfort your friend properly.
âWhatâs going on? Are you okay?â You asked; panic seeping into your tone.
You only realized your mistake when you heard gasps behind you and turned around. And sure enough you were met by concerned faces all around. You waved them off, not really certain what you were trying to communicate with that gesture.
To avoid any more unwanted eavesdropping, you quickly left the room, just barely hearing Irene calling after you to come tell them what was going on once you finished your call. You nodded even though you had already closed the door behind you, so there was no way they could see it.
You kept talking to Ana while rushing to the privacy of your room, telling her that everything was going to be okay, that you were here, that she should try and take some deep breaths, that you would be on the phone with her as long as she needed. You werenât sure if the blonde even processed a word of what you were saying, but at least this way you were doing something.
You were already seated on your bed for quite a while, repeating the same things over and over again, when Anaâs sobs finally died down.
âSorry,â was the first thing the Swiss woman said. You desperately wanted to shoot that stupid word to the moon.
âNo, no, you have nothing to apologize for! Iâm happy you called me. I wish I was near you, so I could give you a hug or something. Do you want me to call Lia and tell her to come give you a hug? I mean I donât have her number, but I could probably go and ask Mario.â
On the other side of the phone Ana chuckled softly, a noise that sounded heavenly after listening to her miserable crying for so long.
âThatâs sweet, but I donât want Lia just yet. Iâll go see her afterwards, but right now I just want to talk with you a little longer if thatâs okay.â
âOf course! Thatâs more than okay,â you quickly reassured Ana.
Did it mean something that she preferred talking with you over talking with Lia? The Arsenal player was one of her oldest and best friends, so surely Ana should prefer her comfort, unlessâŠNo, you couldnât go there! Especially not right now, when you should be focusing on making the blonde feel better.
âDo you want to talk about it?â You inquired gently.
There was a small pause, but then the words started tumbling from Anaâs mouth.
âBeing here is just so frustrating! Ever since I dared to question some of Inkaâs decision during the World Cup, respectfully and with sound reasons might I add, she acts as if everything I do is a direct attack on her. Today I brought Rio some water and for some reason Inka took that as me saying sheâs overworking us and doesnât care about our health? I feel like I canât do anything without offending her.â
âAnd letâs be honest I donât really care about hurting her feelings or whatever, sheâs a big girl, but then she told me today she wonât play me tomorrow because Iâve been too disrespectful. And I havenât even done anything! How insecure does a person have to be to act like this? I just wish we could get rid of her already!â
Anaâs voice was getting louder and louder, but suddenly she went all quiet again as if that last thing was too scary to utter it too loudly.
âIâm so scared at this point that I wonât get to play at the home Euros. And thatâs my biggest dream. She canât take that away from me.â
A fresh wave of tears began leaking from the Swiss womanâs eyes, but this time she was crying silently. The only giveaways were some sniffles and the sudden quietness.
You had been listening quietly while Ana spoke, going through your own emotional roller coaster. Knowing that the blonde was in so much turmoil, hearing it from a distance, was cracking your heart one word at a time, one tear at a time.
But you were also furious and if you would have been anywhere near that horrible coach you would have punched her right in the face. Not that violence was the answer, although maybe it was when someone was making Ana feel this miserable.
Then again Inka didnât deserve any of your time or energy; both were much better spent by focusing on your friend.
âIâm sorry things are so bad right now and I wish there was more I could do, but Iâm always here if you need to rant or talk and I canât wait to see you again and be a real shoulder to cry on. Iâll give you the biggest hug the moment I see you,â you promised.
Ana let out a watery chuckle. âI canât wait for that. Iâm debating if I should just leave tonight,â she admitted.
âI get that, but donât do that, itâll only give Inka more ammunition. Try holding out a little longer, I have no doubt that her days are numbered and soon enough you guys will be rid of her. Sheâs ruining your national team and with such a big home tournament coming up, thatâs the last thing your federation will want. And letâs be honest, you have to play at the Euros, youâre one of the biggest names Switzerland has, so itâll be stupid to leave you out.â
Suddenly you were glad that you had spent a lot of time informing yourself about the Swiss national team, which of course included all of its recent problems. You had rationalized it to yourself by claiming you did so out of professional interest, but really you had wanted to know as much about Ana as you could. And now it was definitely paying off.
âYeah, I guess youâre right and really itâs nothing compared to what you guys went through. I shouldnât even be complaining-,â Ana apologized frantically.
âDonât,â you stopped her, âDonât do that. Thereâs no point in comparing bad situations and putting them in any sort of hierarchy. Things suck even if something might be objectively worse and itâs okay to feel bad about it. And itâs always okay for you to tell me about things that are bothering you.â
There was a short moment of silence and of course you instantly played back your words, trying to figure out what you could have done wrong. You probably had been coming on too strong, you should add that you always wanted to know what was going on with all of your friends in order to support them.
In fact, you were already opening your mouth to say exactly that, when Ana broke the silence, âThank you so much. Iâm so grateful to have you in my life. Really.â
Naturally, you noticed that the Swiss woman didnât clarify that she was happy you were her friend and of course it stoked some foolish hope inside of you. Lately you had been trying to decide what was better, having false hope or having no hope. You hadnât come to a conclusion yet, so you stayed in this weird state of in between, going from absolute hopelessness to overwhelming hopefulness.
After this you didnât talk too much longer, Ana wanted to go and fill in Lia. This time you only felt a tiny hint of jealousy at the other Swiss woman, mostly you were relieved that someone close to Ana was going to give her a hug. Even if it would have been much better if it could have been you.
There was a knock on your door about ten minutes after you had hung up. You knew instantly who it was. The only surprise was that it had taken Jenni this long to come and find you. Preparing yourself for more teasing you opened the door.
However, you werenât met by the usual grinning Jenni with mischief shimmering in her eyes, but by a serious woman wearing a concerned expression.
She waltzed right into your room once she noticed that you were off the phone, sitting down on your bed.
âIs Anamari okay?â
You tilted your head from one side to the other. âShe isnât great, but I think talking about it helped. She went to go be with Lia now.â
Jenni nodded. âThatâs good. What was it about then?â
âIssues with the national team. I donât really know how much I can say. Ana didnât tell me not to talk about it, but I still donât want to betray her confidence,â you declared.
Luckily Jenni accepted this easily. âYouâre a good friend, chica. But are you sure youâre really just a friend?â
You sighed; of course the black haired woman had to bring this up again. Although, maybe this was your chance to get some more information about Jenniâs knowledge of Anaâs potential feelings.
âDo you know something? I mean did Ana tell you something?â You asked instead of answering the older womanâs questions, cringing at how obvious your eagerness was.
A small smirk crept back onto Jenniâs face. âOh, no chica, just like you canât tell me what Ana and you talked about, I canât talk about what Ana and I spoke about.â
You rolled your eyes, but didnât really see much of an option to argue her point. It was fair enough, it was just also very frustrating.
Instead of continuing to tease you, Jenniâs expression quickly sobered when you stayed silent. âLook it shouldnât matter what I possible know or donât know about Anaâs feelings. You own feelings arenât dependent on what she feels.â
This was shockingly wise from someone who often acted like a teenage boy. Then again it shouldnât really be surprising to you because you were pretty familiar with this much more mature and serious side of Jenni that only her friends and family got to see.
And obviously she was right. Your feelings were there whether or not Ana returned them. However, you would never deliberately reveal them to anyone until you where 1000% sure that the Swiss woman also felt something more than friendship for you.
 Jenni let you stew in silence for a while, but when it became clear that you wouldnât say anything else, she got up with a sigh. She knew there was no point in trying any longer tonight; you needed time to figure things out by yourself.
âCall me when you decide youâre ready to face your feelings out in the open,â she instructed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before leaving you alone with your thoughts.
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A couple days later it was time to go back home and you were eager to do so. Still, you took the time to say a proper goodbye to everyone, especially Jenni. It would be a while before you saw her again. And even though she often annoyed you, you also appreciated her friendship.
âRemember what I said, yeah?â She reminded you once you parted ways.
You nodded, convinced that it would never come to this. You couldnât see a future where you would open up about your feelings any time soon.
Back in Madrid you were faced with the awkwardness of having to tell Misa that you werenât driving home with her. The moment you had figured out that Ana would arrive after you, you had decided to wait at the airport for her.
Of course you didnât say as much to the goalkeeper, but she put two and two together easily.
âI wonât tease you right now because youâve endured enough of that these last ten days, but girl open your eyes!â Misa exclaimed, then she gave you a hug and disappeared.
Why did no one realize that you werenât oblivious to your own feelings? You were well aware of them, the problem were Anaâs feelings or the lack thereof.
The time waiting wasnât spend very productive. You were too anxious to potentially miss Ana, so you just sat around staring at the sliding doors she should exit from long before there was any chance of her actually coming out.
When you read on the arrival board that her plane had landed, you suddenly worried that the Swiss woman might find this weird. You had thought it was a nice gesture and it allowed you to give the promised hug at the earliest moment possible, but it might come across as too much.
You had almost talked yourself into enough insecurity that you were going to leave, when you spotted Ana. A huge smile spread on your face and before you even fully registered that it was actually her, your mouth was already moving.
âAna!â You shouted.
The Swiss woman looked around, confusion clearly written on her face. However when she was you, the confusion morphed into pure joy. She rushed over to you, tackling you into a hug. It felt so nice, completely right somehow, to have the blonde in your arms again.
âWhat are you doing here?â Â Ana asked, making no move to break the hug. And you sure as hell werenât going to do so anytime soon.
âI wanted to give you the hug I owed you as soon as possible,â you explained, glad that Ana couldnât see the blush on your face.
The Swiss woman tightened her hold on you.
âIâm so glad you did.â
At some point you did have to let go of each other, but before you could fully break apart, the Swiss woman caught your hand, intertwining your fingers. She looked at you searchingly; keen to make sure you were okay with this. There was little you had been more okay with in your life.
 âDo you want to come over?â Ana asked hopefully when you got into her car.
âIâd love to,â you responded. âAnd before I assume incorrectly again, do you prefer to talk about the national camp situation or would you rather just hang out as a distraction?â
Ana smiled at this; she really appreciated your question. At least for the night she actually wanted to think about other things than the national camp, and she told you as much. Therefore the two of you spent a relaxing evening together, ordering food, watching some TV, before going to bed relatively early.
Throughout the entire evening you carefully watched Ana for any hints she might have feelings for you too. And there were some signs, the way she looked at you, how she laughed at your jokes, the way she initiated physical contact whenever possible.
If you would be watching this as a neutral spectator there would be little doubt in your mind, that all of these were subtle clues hinting at a crush. But because it concerned you, you couldnât be so sure.
And the most confusing thing was the matter of why the Swiss woman wouldnât just tell you if she had feelings for you. You had been so obvious that everyone else had caught on, so if the feelings were mutual surely Ana would have told you by now?
The next morning when it was time to say goodbye, you once again felt sad. Which was even more ridiculous this time around because you would see each other again the next day.
When you got back to your apartment, you picked up the phone and called Jenni before you could second guess yourself. If you began thinking about it, you would lose your ability to act.
âYou were right, I like her,â you stated without even saying hello.
On the other side of the line you could hear a happy squeal, âFinally! You will be so cute together, I can already see myself getting sick when weâre all going to hang out. Maybe you could take a trip over here during winter break.â
It was reassuring that Jenni seemed so sure that this would work out between you and Ana, but you couldnât get your own hopes up like this.
âSlow down, Jenni. Just because I like her doesnât mean we will end up in a relationship. Iâm still not sure about Anaâs feelings.â
âOh my god, Iâve never met anyone as oblivious as you! I know for a fact that Ana has been hinting at it for ages, but now that youâve come clean I can confirm that she also has feelings for you.â
Your heart was soaring at these words. Did they mean what you thought they meant?
âWait, are you saying Ana told you she liked me too?â You double-checked.
Jenni chuckled. âYeah, let me spell it out for you; my dear friend Ana Maria CrnogorÄeviÄ has told me, Jennifer Hermoso Fuentes, that she likes you.â
At this point even you found it hard to hang on to any lingering doubt, but still you managed to do so because there was one last thing bothering you.
âThen why didnât you tell me before?â
âBecause Anamari asked me not to. She wasnât totally sure if you really had feelings for her too or if you were just confused, so she didnât want you to be influenced by her feelings. And even though I told her that was stupidest thing Iâve ever heard and that she should just let me tell you because you never believe anything until you get hit by a blinking neon sign, ultimately it wasnât my decision.â
You couldnât even be mad at Jenniâs comment about you needing things to be completely obvious; it was definitely true. But you also thought that no one could fault you for having a hard time believing that someone as wonderful as Ana wanted to be with someone as mundane as you.
âBut I was so obvious,â you brought up one thing you couldnât fully understand yet. How had there been any doubt in Anaâs mind?
âChica, you kept saying things like you love her as a friend or youâre always happy to be there for your friends. Of course she had some doubts,â Jenni pointed out.
âButâŠBut I only said that because I was so obvious otherwise and I didnât want her to suspect anything,â you defended yourself, realizing how that sounded while you were still speaking. Suddenly it made a lot more sense why Ana hadnât revealed her feelings to you before.
âOkay, okay, I heard it, donât say anything, Jenni,â you quickly added, before the older woman could tease you about it.
Then something dawned on you. âOh god, how do I ask her out though?â
Jenni snorted. âJust ask her on a date. Itâs not that hard, you know sheâll say yes now. Just donât over think it, even if thatâs hard for you.â
You nodded, already over thinking it. Should you call Ana now? Should you ask her when you saw each other tomorrow? Should you text her in case she had somehow changed her mind since she last spoke to Jenni?
âI can hear you over thinking it all the way over here in Mexico!â Jenni scolded you. âJust do it. Iâd love to hold your hand through it, but itâs the middle of the night here, so I need my beauty sleep. Not that I really need it, Iâm pretty enough as it is, but still.â
A pang of guilt hit you. You hadnât thought about the time difference at all.
âIâm so sorry, I woke you up, Jenni,â you apologized.
âDonât be, this was a good reason to be woken up for. Go get your girl now,â Jenni instructed.
Despite this you apologized once again and thanked the black haired woman profusely, foolishly saying that you owed her one. Going by Jenniâs reaction you would come to regret this at some point, but that was for future you to worry about
Right now you had other things to worry about, like how to ask Ana out. Even if you had gotten confirmation that the Swiss woman liked you too, it still felt like this had to be perfect, otherwise she might suddenly have a change of heart.Â
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Iâm not gonna jump in pplâs notes over this bc lord knows I do not want to have a debate about it but seeing someone say âI have qualms about people calling Jean ableist for trying to fire Harry and in the same breath saying Harry is unfit for cop workâ is really getting to me. I am practically on my knees begging people to actually engage with what disco elysium has to say about disability and addiction and ableism and policing and social murder because itâs not even subtextual, itâs as blatant and hand holding as it could possibly be. The 41st is an awful environment for Harry not bc him being disabled makes him incapable of doing his job, itâs bc the job is fucking hostile to his existence. Like, no one is âfitâ to be a cop because they shouldnât exist, firstly, and even Harry himself will say as much in the Ruby bad ending. But talking about Harryâs case specifically, we know that this job is part of what landed him where he is to begin with.
From the start of day 2:
ELECTROCHEMISTRY â You mean why are you so tired? Too tired and *down* to even think? It *is* worrying, isn't it. You can't be a detective like this -- detectives need to be able to think.
YOU â Why is this happening?
ELECTROCHEMISTRY â It's just that your heart has finally pumped all the *speed* out of your system, buster. Time to get some more.
YOU â Wait. What *is*... speed?
ELECTROCHEMISTRY â Speed is a potent central nervous system stimulant. It kept you propped up all day yesterday despite your debilitating hangover. How else did you think you even got up from this floor?
VOLITION â You got up from this floor because of a holy vow you made sixteen years ago. With *me*. To wake up exactly 07:30 every morning until the day you die.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY â Don't be silly. There was no vow. You were high on speed. That was the only reason you got up. You can't *detect* without it, it's that simple.
YOU â No. I can take this. I am not going to go looking for speed.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY â Are you sure? Ready to live as this pathetic shell of yourself for days? Basically a week? Let's be honest -- two weeks, maybe three? You won't make it. Half the town will be dead by then. You will be fired.
YOU â That's a lie. I can do this without the speed. Half the town won't be dead... (Opt out.)
ELECTROCHEMISTRY â Suit yourself, slow, sad shell-man. See how you do without your spark.
And from this talk with Kim in Klaasjeâs room:
KIM KITSURAGI â "Amphetamine -- does it make you a better detective?"
SUGGESTION â Be honest. He's not grilling you, he just wants to know. Ask if he's ever wanted to take it too.
YOU â "Honestly, it makes me the detective I am. Have you thought of taking it too?"
KIM KITSURAGI â "Maybe I should?" He lets out a little pensive hum, rubbing his shoulder...
DRAMA â It's not insincere. He's actually giving it thought.
KIM KITSURAGI â "Doesn't the... pupils and the gurning jaw, the sweating... doesn't it become tiring after a while?"
YOU â "I understand it's unbecoming but if I don't perform this job well I am nothing. It's the price I pay."
Harry knows that the cost of getting sober would be that the precinct would let him go. Theyâre not going to have the patience to deal with him slowing down from the combo of withdrawal and no speed to âkeep him propped up.â Not when the reason that heâs stayed on the force this long and risen in the ranks is most likely because he manages such a massive caseload, as we find out from Kim:
YOU â "Is two cases a week a good case load, lieutenant?"
KIM KITSURAGI â "Huh?" He raises his nose from his notes. "Two *complex* cases to undertake is a lot, yes. You *really* have to push yourself. I would not suggest it. Lest you start making mistakes."
YOU â "Two cases a week appears to have been my load, lieutenant. I'm not sure I completed them though."
KIM KITSURAGI â "Two?" He raises both eyebrows. "That's a lot. I didn't mean to say you're making mistakes, by the way. That was presumptuous of me."
And later:
KIM KITSURAGI â "This next row -- the one that wraps all the way around -- is your number of closed cases. *Closed* is good. It means finished. You've got, let's see..."
KIM KITSURAGI â "Wow, more than 200!"
YOU â "Is that a lot?"
KIM KITSURAGI â "It's *quite* a lot, even for someone who's been on the force for nearly two decades. Usually clearing more than 10 cases a year puts you in the 90th percentile of *all* RCM officers..."
Despite the trouble Harry makes, heâs considered an asset so long as he closes cases. To the point where he wasnât punished for drunkenly beating Burke unconscious and then injuring his knee so badly that he canât walk anymore just because this allowed them to close the âunsolvable caseâ of Leslie and Burke. 41 and the RCM as an institution donât care about Harryâs or anyone elseâs wellbeing, they care about whether the pros of having him around outweigh the cons.
From the lazareth call with Gottlieb:
YOU â "Isn't there *anything* you can do for me?"
NIX GOTTLIEB â "What, you want me to do blood work for you again, tell you just how bad things really are *across the board*? You want another rundown of everything collapsing inside your body?"
YOU â "Yes. I want the truth!"
NIX GOTTLIEB â "You want the real, honest-to-god truth? Stop drinking, eat magnesium and vitamin D. Our station is not a retirement home. We don't have the funds to deal with *rock stars* past their prime."
RHETORIC â So it's political! You're being *neglected* because of political reasons...
NIX GOTTLIEB â "And no, I *don't* want to hear a *political commentary* on the topic. In fact -- I've got work to do."
If I were to quote every time Gottlieb was notably uncaring or said something blasĂ© about how you probably didnât have long to live, Iâd have to quote pretty much every word of that dialogue. Thatâs the whole joke with Gottlieb. Thatâs just how it is dealing with doctors when youâre in Harryâs position.
From talking to Kim about Uuno:
KIM KITSURAGI â "We could take him to Remedie or Saint Batiste, but he doesn't have money for medical services. The Almshouse would turn him down..."
KIM KITSURAGI â "They don't do charity for people who're trying to kill themselves. Besides, he'll be dead in a few..." The lieutenant stops, listening to him.
RHETORIC â ... years? Months? Weeks?
âThey donât do charity work for people whoâre trying to kill themselvesâ really sums up the absurdity of Harryâs situation and institutional responses to it. Harry isnât seen as the kind of person in crisis who deserves intervention. Heâs treated as a lost cause who deserves to suffer the consequences of his self harm, even though the unending crisis and the lack of response to it is what drives him to harm himself and hope that he âgets worse.â If he werenât a cop, itâs unlikely that Kim would care about him any more than he cares about Uuno and Cunoâs situation. Harryâs job is killing him, but itâs also the only thing that gives him access to anything resembling a community or support network (at least at the start of the game). Again, thatâs just the way it goes when youâre disabled.
From the second tribunal:
TRANT HEIDELSTAM â "Well -- here is my theory: What if this is an absolutely normal reaction to the world we're living in? What if this is *not* a significant anomaly at all, something to be explained, approached as a defect? Look at the sensory input here..." He gestures toward the scenery.
TRANT HEIDELSTAM â "Look at the ruins, the neon, listen to the radio, the multitudes. The people. Live here for forty years... As a police detective, he's like a magnetic reader on the world-tape -- to borrow a known metaphor. Harry's been pushed *flat against it*. Total input."
TRANT HEIDELSTAM â "Hard-wired to the free market..." He nods confidently. "He just needed for it to end."
JEAN VICQUEMARE â "Okay, Trant, thank you. That's... absolutely meaningless. I'm glad we brought you. Will he or will he not be able to work in the Major Crimes Unit? Is he a cretin now? I want to know *that*."
TRANT HEIDELSTAM â "He is *not* a cretin. And he *is* able to do work -- if not in his previous leadership role, then as a line detective."
YOU â "Line detective is good for now."
JEAN VICQUEMARE â "For *now*?" He looks at you, then at Trant. "I misphrased my question. It should have been: Is he able to put his clothes on, and use the potty, or do we need to get him on a disability pension?"
Or, alternatively:
YOU â "He's wrong. I'm too far gone for work."
JEAN VICQUEMARE â "Agreed, Harry." He nods. "Just don't expect us to get you a disability pension. Cops who actually gave a shit are waiting in line. You're not gonna hog their seat."
Trant, who, notably, is technically a civilian consultant rather than a cop, (edit: and maybe even more notably, as someone pointed out in the tags, has had experience with addiction, too) suggests to Jean that Harryâs breakdown is a basically inevitable result of his circumstances and the systems that created them, and Jeanâs response is that he doesnât care and all that he wants to know is whether or not Harry can work or if heâs going to be âhoggingâ resources from other people who are more deserving of help because they âactually gave a shit.â Heâs a mouthpiece here for the institutions that he represents and his ableism is blatant and heinous to drive the point home. He denies that Harryâs case is as serious as it is and accuses Harry of faking it, despite the fact that itâs happened (at least) twice before, and very recently:
JEAN VICQUEMARE â "I believe you *drank*. People do that -- you especially. What they don't do is forget their *whole life* because of drinking."
JUDIT MINOT â "But, Detective Vicquemare," she interjects. "He *has* blanked out before."
YOU â "I have?"
JUDIT MINOT â "Yes, a couple of times. After some of the more... serious benders." She pauses, remembering. "One was after the Two Drunks case, the other when we looked into that mural."
REACTION SPEED â The two cases... in your ledger. The Unsolvable Case and the Next World Mural. Those were recent.
And despite the fact that even Gottlieb doesnât seem shocked about it:
YOU â "I've lost my memory. All of it."
NIX GOTTLIEB â "With all the damage you've been dealing yourself with drugs and alcohol, I'm not surprised."
AUTHORITY â There is no surprise in his voice. Only careless superiority.
DRAMA â It's hard to say if he doesn't believe you -- or doesn't care.
(Considering that Gottliebâs PSY stat is so high (heâs even eating one of the PSY boosting candies during the call), along with his uncaring responses to all your other problems, itâs more likely the latter.)
Jean also wonât believe that youâre sober even if you havenât touched so much as a cigarette for your entire playthrough, and even when Judit points out that heâs wrong, heâll double down and say that it doesnât matter because youâre going to relapse:
JEAN VICQUEMARE â "Even the insect -- I don't care. But you're an *alcoholic*. And you've been drinking -- again. I won't let my life unravel because of this."
JUDIT MINOT â "Jean -- I think he hasn't. I can see it on his face..."ïżŒ
ENDURANCE â The bloating *has* gone down since you woke up that morning...
JEAN VICQUEMARE â "Okay, so he's stayed clear for what? A week?" He sighs.
TRANT HEIDELSTAM â "It's tough. One of the toughest addictions to overcome. Comparable *only* to heavy synthetic opiates. Even morphine is easier to kick than alcohol -- statistically. The odds are against him. Especially at his age."
JEAN VICQUEMARE â He nods. "He's too old. He's been like this for too long. I've seen him try many times. It's a farce by now."
SUGGESTION â They're leaving. They're all turning away from you.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY â No. You can figure it out. *Replace* it! Replace the alcohol with amphetamine. Or GBL! Fuck it -- morphine! Graffito removal agent! Anything. It'll buy you time. All you need is time.
Electrochemistry brings up yet another facet of Harryâs struggles with substances, which is the idea that some of them may be replacements for alcohol. He doesnât have time or space to try to quit in any way that is remotely healthy. What he has are substances like speed that keep him from collapsing from the strain of it all so that he can keep showing up to work, and other substances that might (he hopes) help him wean himself off the alcohol.
The game explores all of these different factors of Harryâs struggles with addiction and the circumstances that keep him trapped in them exhaustively (and the fact that Robert Kurvitz apparently was recovering from alcoholism during the development probably contributed a lot to that). The structure and culture of the RCM are hugely responsible for Harryâs situation. Heâs mocked and berated for being an alcoholic and told repeatedly to get his shit together without actually providing him with the means to do that. Instead, heâs not only enabled but practically forced to keep using just so that he can show up to work at all and not risk losing the only support network he has (even if itâs the shittiest and most unhelpful network imaginable). As Luiga (iirc) said, Harryâs biggest tragedy is that heâs incapable of quitting the force. Many of the reasons for that are genuinely just due to Harry being a class traitor and an asshole, but itâs also true that even if he did want to quit, there is no safety net to catch him.
And then Harry comes to Martinaise, a town that has been âorphanedâ by the RCM and neglected by Revachol at large, left mostly to their own devices. Itâs not like policing doesnât still exist in Martinaise, and things are pretty dire for everyone in the community, but at the very least you can see that it is a community. Isobel houses you for free. In Kimâs absence (and after Gottlieb stitches and ditches you), Cuno and Garte take care of you when youâre shot. Acele responds to your breakdown on the ice by saying itâs okay to cry and that you can talk with her about it when youâre ready. Idiot Doom Spiral and co run to your aid when they see you drive your car into the sea and invite you to come drink with them just to stop you from doing it again. Harry discovers that life, while very painful and bleak at times, isnât necessarily hopeless for the marginalized. You can still find solidarity and support outside of the system.
Meanwhile, if Harry in the end has no one to vouch for him and hasnât stayed sober, that system will abandon him, a well-known suicide risk with at least one bullet hole in him and severe amnesia, with the promise of nothing but getting served a station call slip. The point is not whether or not Harry âdeservesâ to be forgiven or even whether heâs a danger to himself and others (to be clear, he is). The point is that this is a system that doesnât care whether Harry and people like him live or die. That is why, even in a âgoodâ ending where Harry is welcomed back to the 41st, the work wonât be sustainable. Itâs going to kill him because thatâs what itâs designed to do. The miracle of Martinaise was the realization that he doesnât have to die. There are people who will help to keep him on this earth. Theyâre just not members of the fucking RCM.
Itâs not a âgotchaâ to say that if Jean (and the RCM, and the institutions of Revachol on the whole) is ableist for wanting Harry fired, then saying that cop work is unsustainable for Harry is also ableist. I wonât even say what I personally think of that logic because Iâm trying to keep the tone of this post polite. Jeanâs dialogue during the tribunal is meant to parrot every bit of ableist rhetoric that the system is built on and that keeps Harry trapped in this hellish feedback loop. Heâs a mouthpiece for the general culture of the RCM, just like Gottlieb is a mouthpiece for the shit that addicts and the disabled have to deal with from the medical system. He thinks Harry should be fired because heâs a drunk and therefor a lost cause. The truth is that Harry needs to quit this job because it shouldnât exist and because it is actively killing him.
In one of Martin Luigaâs articles about the process of creating the game, he brings up the concept of social murder, which is a term coined by Engels:
When one individual inflicts bodily injury upon another such that death results, we call the deed manslaughter; when the assailant knew in advance that the injury would be fatal, we call his deed murder. But when society places hundreds of proletarians in such a position that they inevitably meet a too early and an unnatural death, one which is quite as much a death by violence as that by the sword or bullet; when it deprives thousands of the necessaries of life, places them under conditions in which they cannot live â forces them, through the strong arm of the law, to remain in such conditions until that death ensues which is the inevitable consequence â knows that these thousands of victims must perish, and yet permits these conditions to remain, its deed is murder just as surely as the deed of the single individual; disguised, malicious murder, murder against which none can defend himself, which does not seem what it is, because no man sees the murderer, because the death of the victim seems a natural one, since the offence is more one of omission than of commission. But murder it remains.
None of this is subtext. And all of it is intended to make players actually spare a thought for what itâs like for people in Harryâs situation in real life. For Godâs sake, please engage with it. You have to try and understand what it means to be trapped in a life that is made unlivable and to know that your death will be ungrievable. Thatâs what this whole game is about.
Edit: Iâve seen some ppl say in the tags something like âyeah, I like to imagine a happy ending for Harry, butâŠâ and listen. I am laying a very gentle hand on your shoulders. The point of this post was never to say that thereâs no happy ending for Harry. The point is that the first step toward that ending is conceptualizing a life outside of the RCM. In Martinaise, he got a glimpse of what that might look like. Hell, in the bad ending, you can even say to Jean, âfine then. Iâll just live here.â Thereâs hope for him and for us. I promise.
#meg talks#disco elysium#i have been seething over this all day. sorry.#iâll be nice and wonât tag any characters mentioned here
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behind pixels 1 | jjk
jjk x reader (f)
genre: sex worker au (jk)
rating: mature audiences only (strictly 18+)
summary: with rising stress, being caught touching yourself and no satisfaction for your own imagination you decide to take your friends advice of using a certain little app for assistance.
warnings: not another college smut au . . you guessed it lol; foul language; sensual/dirty talk; masturbation; computer sex; strangers to sex worker jk helping you out for the night lol (pls stay safe of the world wide web yall); mentions of sexual intercourse - but ofc there is none; cum eating. . she licks her fingers after.. yeah; open ending and no preparation for a pt. 2 so dont hate me.
next part: behins pixels the sequel
word count: 3,3 thousand words
posted: april 8th, 2023
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BunnyBoy98 is typingâŠ..
Is this your first time
here?
Sorta.
You canât sorta be
here for the first time.
It's a yes or no question.
I thought this site was
no questions asked. No
strings attached?
You against conversation
or something? Desperate
to get right to it?
Not desperate. . but that is
what weâre here for.
Right bunny boy?
Right.
There was a second of silence in between messages. For a brief moment you interpreted his quietness as a goodbye but he was still online. . Perhaps, he thought you to be too straightforward and that turned him off entirely and he moved on to the next user.
Still, there was a faint hope within you that he would reply so you sat in the dead stillness of your room, lights turned off to avoid recognition, door locked with only your undergarments to hug your body.
Typically, this wouldnât be the event to make-up your Friday night however stressed induced days. . and the simple fact that you were in a torment of arousal twenty-four seven with no further satisfaction stemming from the guidance your imagination had on your fingers.
BunnyBoy98 is typingâŠ..
You sat up on the bed in anticipation of his reply even though you'd never admit it to the stranger on the other side of the screen. He was about to help you get off, so you were definitely at the gates of desperation. It trickled all throughout your body as if a rain cloud sat right above you drenching you in its honeyed ardor.
Your skin turned to goosebumps as the chat bubble continued appearing and disappearing again and again.
Fine. But at least
tell me how you
found me.
I wasnât specifically
searching for you.
Then who?
Anyone really.
Ouch. You know
I actually felt a bit
special for a second.
You still should. Youâre
description helped me
choose you.
Be honest, was it
the tattoos?
If I say maybe would
you be mad at me?
Not at all.
Then, yes.
Plus your description
says you have long hair.
Who was the
runner-up?
Someone named Tae. But
I remembered a friend
visits him often.
So you found out
about us through
a friend?
Yes.
We can do either a
video call or messages.
Which do you prefer?
Video call.
If youâre up for it.
Iâm OK with it
as long as you are.
Iâll call you in 5.
Iâll be here.
The rippling anticipation waved through you like electric currents rumbling your entire being right off its course. Though, BunnyBoy98 was a complete stranger you were minutes away from stripping yourself of every bit of shame and vulnerability right before him.
You couldnât believe you actually went through with it.
And it all began about a week prior. When your friend had walked in on you in a . . less than ideal situation. You succumbed to the pleasure of your favorite toy, legs stretched wide and completely bare on your bottom half. Overcome in the feeling as you maintain focus on chasing your own orgasm. You remember hearing the hinges on the door creak but you werenât expecting anyone so you remained painting a fervor image behind your eyelids. Envisioning slender fingers being pumped in and out of you repeatedly.
There were beads of sweat strolling down your body as you were in position; about to be catapulted into outer space. The atmosphere you set for yourself was serene and the only sounds that could be heard were your occasional whimpers and the music that played softly in the background. Everything drove you closer and closer to where you wanted to be.
Where you needed to be.
You were so close then a gasp inundated the air around you. A gasp that most certainly did not come from you.
âWhat the fuck?â You shot your eyes open and quickly saw your friend buried into a corner near the door. She faced the wall but you could only imagine the revolted look on her face, âcan you lock the door next time?â
âOh my,â you quickly pulled the covers over your sweaty body, âcan you knock next time?â
âI did knock,â she yelled back, âbut you were a little busy.â
âSo you just barge in?â
âI thought you might have been dead in the toilet or something,â she shrugged and turned back around to find you sprawled in your bed, âoh, youâre done?â
âWhat do you think?â
âI mean donât stop on my account. We all do it,â she sat across from your bed and began spinning around on your computer chair, âI personally like to meet Tae when Iâm in the mood but you know this all works too.â
âWhoâs Tae?â you questioned sitting up in the bed; wrapping your bed sheets around your figure tightly.
âHeâs from this app where guys kinda help girls get off,â she said it so casually you almost didnât fully decipher the words escaping her lips.
âThereâs an app for that?â
âItâs the twenty-first century thereâs literally an app for everything.â
You cleared your throat, âis it safe?â
âAre you interested?â she waggled her brows.
âNo,â you scoffed, âdid you need something?â
âI canât come over just to spend time?â she shook her head, âI shouldâve let you finish. Maybe you would have been in a better mood.â
âFuck you,â you giggled.
âAt least use this next time,â your phone dinged after she quickly sent you a text, âlet me know how it goes.â
Her exit was barely audible. You were too preoccupied studying the link she sent for the app called âEargasm An App for Women in Need.â
BunnyBoy98 is typingâŠ..
Iâm ready.
Can I call you?
Yeah.
You can call.
The ringtone echoing amongst your walls was taunting, and your nerves nearly fooled you into letting it ring. And while it took a lot of physical and mental strength to actually pick your hand up and move it towards the mouse pad you were finally able to press the green button lighting up your screen.
BunnyBoy98 sat up against a wall; glowing under blue LED lights. His black hair was long as detailed in his description and it sat right above his shoulders. Though it was hard to tell under the stark ambiance his eyes mimicked the tint of chocolate and his piercing stare was aimed at you on the other side of the screen. . Well, it was actually aimed at your dark screen. Though, it was selfish of you, as you hid cowardly behind your turned off camera you wished he would remove the black mask hiding the bottom half of his face.
âHi,â he greeted.
âHi,â you murmured, perhaps a bit scared that someone might hear this interaction play out although no one would. You made sure your door was locked this time and you didnât even have a roommate. âShould I continue calling you BunnyBoy or is there something else you prefer to be called?â
âYou can call me JK,â his voice was sultry, soothing, grave. Somehow a mixture of all three in one; it vibrated in your inner ear like some sort of an invasively soft tune, one you know youâd be replaying many times after tonight.
âSorry about the dark screen,â you attempted to swallow down any ounce of nervousness, âI guess you can say Iâm a bit nervous.â
âYou donât have to apologize,â his reassurance quickly eased your frazzled nerves, âthough Iâll admit you did sound a bit more assertive over messages.â
âI tend to come off over-confident through texts,â you snickered, âitâs a natural flaw.â
âConfidence is sexy so I would say itâs a blessing.â
The word sexy sounded so enticing coming from his lips even as they were hidden behind that damned black cloth. You roamed through countless fantasies of the man sitting right before you, about the way he possibly looked without being covered; how his touch might feel on your scorching skin and the tone of his whispers closer in the proximity of your ear.
âYouâre awfully quiet,â he voice was playful, but it was so hard to read his expression behind his covered face, âhave you begun having fun without me?â
âNo,â you mumbled, âI havenât.â
âGood,â he said, âwhy donât you tell me what you like.â
âLike during. .â you drifted off.
He nodded, tucking his hair behind his ear, âWhat else are we here for darling?â
âYes. Of course,â you huffed, slapping your palm on your forehead undoubtedly astounded by your own stupidity, âUh, I like. .â You gave it some thought but kept rounding the same corners leading to you cluelessness, âIâm not sure I know what I like.â
âForgive me for being blunt but have you touched yourself recently?â
âThatâs the exact reason why I ended up here.â
âYouâre addicted to masturbating?â He whispered as if he was keeping some big secret.
âNo!â you answered back quickly, âNot at all. Iâve just been a bit stressed lately and well. . something else happened.â
âWhat happened?â
âMy friend kinda walked in on me,â you whispered.
âIt happens to the best of us sadly,â he chuckled, a sound so beautiful and gentle it matched the soft tune of songbirds in the morning, âhow about you begin by telling me about the last time you were aroused. Just walk me through whatever got you in the mood that day.â
You closed your eyes leaning your head against the headboard. Your thoughts traveled back to a couple of days prior when your body sunk into the mattress under the hex of your fingertips. You were stripped down bare but you recalled the way every inch of your body was covered in a thin layer of sweat.
âI had just gotten home after my classes,â a small white lie was the price to pay to save any once of dignity you had left in the eyes of the stranger before you â in reality, that very day and every other day youâd found yourself under the amorous touches of your sinful fantasies whenever you saw him, the boy employed at the campus student center.
You didnât know his name and in reality he only lived in your mind in small flashes. The first polaroid was composed of his cheeky smile framed by indents of his round cheeks. While other snap shots focused on the way he always wore in a half up half down style or a bun; others were centered around the numerous tattoos inked into his right arm, especially the snake sitting right above his wrist and the patchwork tattoos on the dorsal side of his hand.
âWere you thinking about someone?â
âYes.â
âWhat were they doing?â
There was a rush of heat traveling through you as you recalled the way you dreamt up his touch against your body, the way his fingers left behind trails of goosebumps on your skin.
âFirst he began touching me softly,â It was like your body was on auto drive and before you knew it you set the laptop beside you on the bed and began getting comfortable on the bed.
âWas he touching you anywhere specific?â
You hummed in response, âhe drew all kinds of figures into my inner thigh, kept inching closer and closer and then he would pull away abruptly.â
âDid you enjoy him pulling away?â
âYes, it made me want it more.â
âOk, Iâm gonna ask you to do a couple of things. If you donât want to do something just tell me. Iâm here for your pleasure.â
You nodded, then realized he couldnât see you, âYea, thatâs fine.â
A strain of the jitters ate away at your nerves and you werenât sure if youâd ever come down from that rollercoaster of anxiety. You were sitting at the peak in a single-person cart waiting to be plummeted down the valley of the tracks leading you to the finale; the culmination of an enticing ride.
âAre you naked?â
âSomewhat.â
âTake it all off.â
Even in the stillness of darkness removing your bra and panties made you feel entirely vulnerable. You were technically alone but JK was right there just a couple of pixels away.
âClose your eyes, doll. I want you to begin touching yourself just wherever it feels good,â he instructed and you werenât sure if it was your mind playing tricks on you but you couldâve sworn his voice became more bass, âstart high and slowly make your way down to your breasts. When youâre there let me know.â
His words were tainted with sin meanwhile he still sat back nonchalantly. You'd imagined he was satisfied in the way your soft whimpers overtook the air as you began pinching your perked nipples but you couldnât tell for sure not while he still wore his mask.
âIâm assuming youâve made it.â he chuckled.
âYeah. Sorry.â
âYouâre not very good at following instructions. Are you, doll?â he rolled up the sleeves of his crewneck, finally exposing the infamous tattoos he detailed in his description. They were like pieces of artwork adorning his entire arm, not a single spot was left visibleâand as much as you tried to get a better look at them for some reason you found it impossible to focus on just one.
âSorry,â you muttered once again, âI was caught up in the moment I guess.â
âYou donât have to apologize,â he offered, âbut I need you to be vocal since I canât exactly see you.â
âIâll be more vocal. I promise,â you said, still toying with your nipples in between your fingers, âright now my hands are still at my tits.â
âAre you bored of that yet, doll?â the onset of his tumultuous utter; it was thunderous, like music for the soul, âyou wanna aim lower?â
âYes.â
âWith the tips of your fingers I want you to move down your cleavage,â he said, âand stop right at your pelvis.â
Quickly, it felt like the evening had rushed by and the sun had been relocated right beside your bed. Though you complied with his command any form of coherent words became jammed in your throat incapable of rolling off your tongue.
The way your fingers slid past your folds earned a string of whimpers from your lips earning a satisfied titter from JK on the other side of the screen.
âNice and slow, doll,â JK said, âbe gentle but I want you to apply a bit of pressure every time your fingers meet your clit.â
JKâs voice was no longer muffled from the laptopâs static microphone. Instead in this version of your altered reality he was laying right beside you on your bed, and his fingers substituted yours against your cunt. His touch contained something yours simply did not possess, composed of a sort of spell that left you babbling moans. And as his fingers traced whichever incoherence they wanted into your clit you felt closer to your pinnacle.
âFuck,â he stuttered, âI love the way you say my name.â
The bubbling daringness dazed with pleasure drove you to chant his name over and over in between your pants and obscenities. âYou have no idea the things I would do for you to fuck me right now,â It was your best attempt at trying to break past his professional shell â His head fell back against the wall as his adamâs apple bobbed up and up, his eyes were shut tightly and his hands fidgeted with something off frame.
âYou have no idea how much Iâd love to fuck you but this is a contactless doll,â his breathing became uneven, âIâm afraid we could never meet. You could never know who I am and I could never know who you are.â
âN-never say never,â the contract enforced by the site was clear and simple, both parties must grant their consent to the meeting online without disclosing their identities. For safety measures you understood the implications of the rules applied but what of it when you genuinely just wanted to meet the dulcet stranger and ride along him for the wildest time of your life.
âJust focus on the feeling,â his voice was rugged; raspy as a result of the groans he sang into the air, âFocus on that shiver taking your back hostage and that very knot tightening in your core. I want you to only let your thoughts be consumed by that very feeling.â
You sat up using your elbow for support, still thriving to maintain the mental image of having JK near in curated colors. Again, you were in the presence of the man dipping the mattress beside you as he laid down with eyes to scorching their umber tone surrounding you in warmth.
âNow, finger yourself.â
The squelching sound of your finger pushing past your entrance had JK sitting up straight like he was intrigued by your facile compliance but you thought it was obvious that by now there was very little you wouldnïżœïżœïżœt do as long as it came from him.
âI wish I could see you doll,â he confessed, âI bet you look heavenly with your fingers inside of you.â
âC-contactless r-remember,â The motion living up to your satisfaction was hastened âyou became divulged in the feeling of your walls on your fingers. You felt soft, warm, tight. All of the sensations combined to create a feeling so addicting your fingers developed a mind of their own as you drove themselves in and out of you with ease.
âRight. .â
âFuck, this f-feels,â you swallowed to ease the desert developing in the back of your throat, âit feels s-so fucking good.â
âIf I were there,â he mumbled, barely audible but your ears still perked up at the lulls of his voice, âFirst, I would serenade every inch of your skin. Your body would be the portrait Iâd paint with my lips.â
âMhm. .â
âI would cherish your body so well. Eat you out until your legs shake and fuck you until youâre a candid mess.â
âO-oh, fuck! JK donât stop.â
âI would fuck you so well, doll.â
âI-Iâm so close,â your arm became numbed yet, you kept fucking yourself with your fingers still succumbing to the fantasy of having JK in replacement of your own hand.
The temperature in your room draws beads of sweat on your body and the more you strive to reach your high the more scorching the temperature becomes. The creaking of your bed accentuated the speed of your movements, it was like a song featuring your constant moans.
âUntil youâre babbling nonsense, and your headboard is marking up the wall and the neighbors finally know my name.â
JKâs words were laced with a delectable nectar, so sweet, a once off taste wasnât enough and as you pleaded for more and he complied, continuing to fill your ears with sinful promises you crashed hard. Coming in spurts of white coating your fingers.
âI have a surprise for you,â you panted in between almost every word, âyou ready?â
He nodded.
Call it post orgasm tipsiness but after sitting up a bit and adjusting the laptop to leave anything that wasnât your mouth out of frame you turned on your camera for the very first time that night, pushing your glistening fingers which once invaded your walls past your swollen lips.
His hands rose to his hair and he slithered his fingers through it lightly before gripping his roots into his fists looking a fair amount aroused and frustrated. The tattoos you desperately wanted a peek of were finally on full display. After turning off your camera once again and JK began uttering praises your way, you began scanning the ink on his arm from his forearm up slowly. The artwork adorned his skin beautifully.
As you neared his wrists you noticed a very similar serpentine snakeâone who you have stared at too often.
âTypically, things here are a bit different,â you finally registered his voice, âyou would turn on your camera and I would provide more detailed assistance but I hope you still had a good time. I did.â
âYeah,â your mind was in outer space, âI had a really good time.â
âDonât shy away from visiting me again, OK?â
âYeah,â you said, âbye, JK.â
Once the camera was off and you shut your laptop tightly, coming to the realization.
JK was him.
The boy, your boy from the student center.
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an: i was bored and im so sorry lol
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i wished for you // choi jongho
a/n: meant to write a little something for Jongho's birthday and wouldn't you know it, I forgot every time I thought about it. I wrote this sappy shit while taking one of the longest baths of my life today so enjoy!
genre: fluff
word count: 848
warnings: none really outside of the mention of alcohol/being drunk? a little lovesick bullshit here?? a little self-indulgent fluff there???
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It wasnât uncommon for you to return home from work to find a voicemail from Jongho waiting for you. In fact, the two of you had been engaged in a playful game of voicemail tag for the past week and a half, navigating the challenges of time differences and your hectic schedules. Yet, even though you would have preferred to hear his voice directly, there was something comforting about receiving those little snippets of himâlike a sweet surprise at the end of a long, dreary day.
Most of his voicemails were usually straightforwardâbrief updates about his day, questions about yours, the usual exchanges that kept you connected across the miles. But tonightâs voicemail was much different.
âOk, so I know we just got to the point of saying âI love youâ recently,â he began, a playful tone to his voice as though he was already aware of how this might sound. "So I hope this doesnât freak you out, but Iâm a weeeee bit drunk." You could picture him grinning sheepishly, the way he always did when he was nervous or about to say something he thought might make you laugh. He continued, âAnd when the guys had me blow out the candles on my cake tonight, I wished for you."
You paused when you heard those words. "I wished for you." It sounded so simple, but it carried a weight you werenât expecting. He already had youâwhat more could he wish for? The thought lingered for a moment before he quickly clarified, his tone a little softer now, a touch more serious.
"Not like... I didn't actually wish FOR you. I already have you, duh." You couldnât help but smile at that, imagining the playful roll of his eyes as he said it. "But I wished for you to always be with me, which is so stupid because I know you could never just drop everything and run around the world with me." His voice dipped slightly, as if he was wrestling with the reality of the situation, acknowledging how far-fetched his wish really was. And yet, there was something so genuine about the way he said it, something so heartfelt that it made your chest tighten.
He paused for a moment, as though he was trying to gather his thoughts or maybe second-guessing whether he should keep going, but then he pushed on. âBut still, I wished that by some miracle we could just be alone together for the rest of our lives.â
Thatâs when the weight of his words really sank in. He wasnât just talking about wanting you by his side during the fun, easy moments. He was talking about the kind of deep, unwavering connection where nothingâno job, no obligation, no distanceâcould ever come between you. It was the kind of wish you made when youâre so completely in love with someone that you canât imagine a life without them.
In his slightly tipsy, vulnerable state, he was letting you in on something raw and real: the dream of having you all to himself, of being able to live in a world where it was just the two of you, free from the chaos of everyday life. It was the kind of wish that, while impossible, was filled with so much love and longing that it made your heart ache a little. He knew it wasnât realisticâhe even said soâbut that didnât stop him from wishing for it anyway. There was something achingly romantic about that.
Then came the part that made you smile the most: âDid that make sense?â You could practically hear him blushing on the other end of the line, embarrassed by how open he had just been, how he had let his guard down completely. And before you could even process everything heâd said, he wrapped it up with a quick, âItâs ok, love you, goodnight,â like he needed to get the last few words out before his courage faded.
That voicemailâjust a simple, drunken messageâfelt like you were getting to peek through a window that lead straight to his heart. It wasnât just about the words âI love youâ that youâd both recently started saying; it was about the kind of love that made him wish, without hesitation, that you could always be together. His wish wasnât about material things or fleeting moments. It was about living a life where it was just the two of you, lost in your own little world.
Sure, he laughed it off a bit, tried to make it seem like it was no big deal, but you knew better. There was something so sincere, so deeply affectionate in his words that you couldnât help but feel your heart swell as you listened. It wasnât just the alcohol talkingâthis was him, unfiltered, admitting that he couldnât imagine his life without you in it, and wishing that somehow, youâd never have to be apart.
No matter what, you were determined to make his birthday wish a reality. After all, it was your wish too, and youâd tell him that as soon as his hangover subsided the next day.
#happy belated birthday to my favorite silly lil dude#wish he wasnât a figment of my imagination#jongho#choi jongho#ateez#ateez jongho#atz#ateez fanfiction#ateez fanfic#atz fanfiction#atz fanfic#ateez x reader
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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 34 all chapters
WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. đ
In the giant walk-in closet John enlists your help in putting on a sharp black suit.You are supposed to be helping him with his buttons, but you just canât stop kissing him while he stands before you like this, his tailored pants undone, his shirttails loose. '
His chest is a constellation of bruises, and you canât stop yourself from pressing your lips to them. âBabyâŠâ he sighs, his head tilted back for your ministrations, his long fingers sliding into your hair. âItâs ok. Iâm ok. Iâm used to this.â
Somehow, he knows there are tears in your eyes. He always knows. And even though you know what he says is technically trueâ you've seen his scarsâ it does not soothe you.Â
âI justâŠdonât want you to be hurt anymore,â you say, perhaps stupidly. Yet the sentiment seems to move him, as he pulls you close with arms around your back.
âI feel pretty good, actually,â he says, a warmth in his eyes that quickens your heart.Â
With your hands on his bare chest, you run your fingers over a nasty purpling bruise just below his collarbone. âI canât fathom how thatâs possible.â
Yet when he turns your face up to his with gentle fingers, the unsaid truth rings in the air between you. You stayed. It seems there are things heâs not willing to say aloud yet either. Thatâs fine. More than understandable. There is more important business you need to attend anywayâŠlike staying alive.Â
So when John begins to back you up with hands on your waist, pressing you into the wall, you arenât proud of the ridiculous little sound that escapes you. Itâs only been a week. You should not need him this much.Â
But, you do.Â
âJohnâŠâ you scold, sounding utterly convincing as your eyes flutter closed, his lips on your neck. âYouâre going to tear your stitches.â
âThen youâd better be gentle with me.â You can hear the smile in his words.Â
âI thought you said weâre in a hurryâŠâ you try again, even breathier than before. Youâre trying to be gentle, but your hands wander on their own, around the gap in his waistband, your fingertips dipping in to find the firm curve of the top of his buttocks. Â
He huffs with laughter against your skin, pressing you into the wall with his solid weight, the bulge of his manhood deliciously hard against you. âIâm not going to last long,â he admits, and you realize he is laughing at himself. âFuck, Iâve missed you.â
I was right here.
You manage to restrain yourself from saying it, because you sense a sort of truce has arisen between the two of you that you do not want to shatter again. You realize that youâre not proud of how desperately you want to go back to the way they were before, when things were good between you. You want morning coffee, and dinners you cook together, and lovemaking on the couch in between reading a book. You justâŠwant the locks on the doors open, is all.Â
Is it really such an ask?
And maybeâŠno one breaking into the house trying to kill you both. That would be nice.Â
You know thereâs no dissuading him, when heâs in this mood. AndâŠyou donât want him to stop, if youâre being completely honest. Youâd be a liar, if you said the sight of him looking at you like this, expectant, vulnerable, his eyes filled with longing, after being without him for what ridiculously felt like an eternity, didnât make your pussy pulse and ache, your clit singing to life.
You had since changed from your bloodied silk pajamas into a simple t-shirt and panties, unsure of what you were wearing for this mysterious location John intended to go. His fingertips tracing the outside of your thigh, up to the elastic over your hip, makes your flesh quiver.Â
Those long, questing fingers push aside the thin barrier of fabric between your legs, finding you soaking wet for him already. It wins you a moan from deep in his throat; a sound that lifts every little hair on your body. You clench around his fingers, already on the edge of orgasm, your need for him is so sharp, so aching.Â
âYou missed me?âÂ
The answer seems so obvious, but the fragility in his tone ties up your heartstrings. No matter what he saw or heard in your week apart on his camera in the bedroom, he needs to hear it from you.Â
âSo much,â you admit, throwing your self-respect out the window, along with your sanity.Â
âMmm.â His forehead presses to yours, and there are questions you know you should ask him. Important ones. But your brain has stopped functioning, and he will not let you get away, with two fingers buried in your cunt and his thumb upon your sensitive clit, moving slowly back and forth.Â
âWait,â you keen, clenching upon those beautiful big fingers, but he only shakes his head, sucking delicately at the sensitive skin behind your ear.Â
This was the last thing he needed to be doing. You needed to be taking care of him. But here he was, stubborn as ever, making you see stars. âLet me have it, y/n. Need to feel you cum for me.â He pins you with his penetrating dark eyes locked with yours, just as much as his large body caging you in and his hand upon you. His thumb presses down on your button, firm, knowing. Because youâre his, a little voice inside your head sings out, and the thought as much as his touch sends you careening over the edge, a ragged sound torn from your throat, your head rocking back into the wall. The crackling fury of the pleasure lifts you to your tiptoes, and he keeps touching you until you absolutely writhe with overstimulation, tugging at his wrist completely ineffectually.Â
You feel his satisfied smile against your cheek, as the world returns into focus, and you can hear again past your heartbeat and your labored breathing. When at last youâre able to open your eyes you find him looking at you with that black-diamond glitter in his eyes, and a tenderness that nearly breaks you all over again.Â
With your hand splayed on his chest you push gently. âSit down,â you tell him, and he lifts one of those dark eyebrows at you.Â
Even bruised and battered, a cut on his cheek and the bridge of his nose and a scrape on his chin, heâs so handsome it hurts.Â
Once upon a time, he might have laughed at your command and continued to do exactly what he pleased with you. But tonight, maybe for the first time since youâve met him, he actually does as heâs told, lowering himself to the padded bench in the center of the closet. Itâs meant as a seat for putting on oneâs shoesâŠbut thatâs not what you intend to do with it by half.
You brush his hair back gently, tracing the shell of his ear. His eyes slide closed, leaning into your touch, and thereâs nothing you want more in that moment, than to make all his hurt go away. âThank you,â you whisper.Â
His eyes crack open minutely for you. âFor what?â Itâs as though he really canât fathom what you mean.Â
âFor saving us.â
His eyes slide closed again, as though against some thought he cannot bear. âI was so afraidâŠâ he admits. âThat they would make their way up here to you.â
âBut they didnât,â you assure him, still sliding your fingers through his silky hair. âThey didnât stand a chance.â
He gives that bitter huff of laughter that makes him wince. âThe last one might haveâŠif not for you.â
âMmm hmm.â You really donât take killing a man so casuallyâbut you are still numb, and John is the focus of your universe. Later it will all come crashing in. âSee what a good team we make?â you ask, pulling your t-shirt over your head. He is eye-level with your bosomâhe buries his face in your cleavage, resting his cheek in the mounded flesh of your breasts. The gesture seems more in the pursuit of comfort, than sex.
âAre youâŠsuggesting we do things like this more often?â he quips into your cleavage.
âJust that you donât lock me away again.â You realize how utterly batfuck insane this conversation would sound to an outsider. Maybe you really have lived in your own little world with John for too long, but it doesnât matter to you. All that matters is the two of you, now, and you sense that maybe, just maybe on the horizon lays a glimpse of a possibility that maybe this thing between you could still arrive at a place where you could both be happy.Â
âWhat a forward suggestion,â he deadpans. It takes you a moment to realize that he is, in fact, teasing you, in a way that suggests he knows that his behavior was not exactly kosher. He sighs, kissing the soft flesh of the top of your breast. Even after the bone-melting orgasm he just gave you, it makes a shiver roll down your spine. âI needed to think.âÂ
Your grip in his hair tightens as you remember the absolute agony youâd put yourself through, locked away for the week that felt infinite in its agony. Youâre not sure what to say to that, that wonât immediately start a fight.Â
Maybe he senses the spike in your pulse against his ear, because his hands glide up the curve of your back soothingly.
âAnd thenâŠâ he goes on. âI wasâŠworking on something. For you.â
This raises your eyebrows, and again you have to bite your tongue. Because you didnât want more gifts, or surprises. All youâd wanted was him.Â
You turn his face up to yours, catching his lips in a kiss that curls your bare toes. It wins you a moan from deep in his throat; a sound that lifts every little hair on your body.Â
âJohnâŠâ Your voice is hushed, hoarse, caught in your throat. âI would have preferred to just have you.â
He closes his eyes to that, as though youâve bestowed some healing balm.Â
âYouâve got me, baby. Iâm sorry.â You feel like he meansâŠfor so much more than just your most recent stint in solitary. Your lip quivers, and now you are the one pressing your forehead to his, as though you can transfer your feelings to him through this touch. âIâm sorry you had to doâŠwhat you had to do. I never wanted to expose you to this part of my world. I thought I could make us a safe little oasis hereâŠfucking christ was I wrong.â
âItâs going to be ok.â
Mostly, you even believe it.
He cranes his gaze up to you, and you see the doubt in his eyes. It breaks your heart all over again.
âYou sound so certain.â
âI believe in you, John.â
Again, his lids slide closed, as though he just canât absorb what youâve said with eyes wide open. This man has been through Hell and back, and in this moment a ringing clarity settles over you. You resolve to do your best to carry him through this crisis, as best as you can. After you make it throughâyouâll take care of yourself. You make yourself this promiseâor tell yourself this lieâso that you can do what you need to do to help him survive. What will come afterâŠyouâll worry about it when you get there.
If you get there. Â Â
You start by sliding to your knees, and expressing your appreciation with your eager mouth on his torso, making your way to his beautiful cock. For once he lets you have your way with him, leaning back and enjoying your ministrations without bossing you once, moaning deliciously as you free him into your hand, and take his luscious tip into your mouth. His grasping hand in your hair sends thrills down your spine, a heady mix of triumph and adoration spreading like a warm drug through your veins, and you take him as far as you can into your mouth.Â
He was rightâhe doesnât last long at all.
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You finally get around to helping John dress in a very sharp black suit, buttoning his shirt, threading his belt about his trim waist, and helping him affix various holsters for guns, ammo clips, and knives. Itâs still distracting, having his body under your hands, even in the afterglow of your life-affirming midnight delight. You keep kissing him between affixing his buttons, and he growls against your mouth in a way that raises every hair on your body, in the best way this time. âIf we werenât in such a hurryâŠâ he tells you with that deliciously dangerous glint in his eye.Â
âBehave,â you tell him, smoothing his lapels. You step back to take in the end result, sighing. âGod, you look good.â
He lifts a cut-bisected eyebrow to that, amused. âI donât look like a beat up old man?â
This again. You are going to lock that joke up in a box and keep it there. Youâd only ever meant to tease him, not hurt him. Â
âNo. You look like a dark dream, and I want to fuck you silly all over again but we donât have time. What the hell should I wear?â
He laughs at your obvious frustration, winces because it hurts him, and kisses you with toe-curling sweetness before helping you pick out an appropriate outfit for your destination. Dark pants, semi-sensible pumps, and a kevlar vest underneath your blouse.Â
You are both dressed to the nines.Â
You pack up the Rover with cases of your things. On your part, clothes so nice you never had occasion to actually wear them in the house. On Johnâs part, his bags are filled with as many guns as they are garments. Dog spreads out across the back seat like this is old hat, going on an adventure again.
It is with a surprising sadness that you pull out of the garage of the cabin manse in the Rover, watching it diminish in your rearview. That house has been your prison for months, and yetâŠthere were so many good moments there too. You find you wouldnât mind coming back, as long as the doors are not locked to you.Â
You drive on the highway through the wee hours, until you reach the bridge, and the lights of what all you small town yokels call The Big City greet you. Towers of glittering lights, big waterâand drivers who seem like they are bent on murder just as intently as reaching their destination. Itâs easier somehow, to drive defensively behind the wheel of the Range Rover, rather than the few times youâve done it in your tiny Toyota SUV.
You realize with some amusement that you donât even know where your car is at the moment. It doesnât really matter.Â
You follow Johnâs directions through Manhattan, until you arrive at a unique sliver of a building that looks like new construction made to look old. You pull up for the valet, and follow Johnâs instructions of immediately standing on the first step of The Continental hotel. Itâs like the safe base in a game of tag from hell, heâd told you.
You want to go to the passenger side to help John. However, he stands tall, moving better than he had at the house, barely showing sign of injury. Youâre impressed until you see the tightness of pain at the corners of his eyes, then you realize heâs putting up a hell of a front.Â
Heâd warned you to show no weakness here.Â
Donât smile at anyone, or for Godâs sakes Iâll have to fight off the whole fucking hotel.Â
You think he was joking, but you take playing it cool seriously. In the Big Apple, you know everyone wants a bite out of you. Youâve got to be ready to bite back.Â
John lets the red-suited and copiously tattooed bell boys get your bags, which tells you loads about how heâs really feeling. âMr. Wick?â one of them dares address him. âWeâd heardâŠyou were dead?â
John just looks at the kid, not really smiling, but not brushing him off either. âGuess not,â he finally answers, and the boys all share a grin.
âWelcome back.â
John doesnât exactly groan, but you read the weariness in his expression all too well.
âThanks.â
John offers you his arm, and together you stride through the doors, Dog at your heels, feeling as though you are stepping through a time portal back into his old life.
At the front desk it feels like heâs speaking in code, so cordial and formulated itâs almost painful. After securing your room he asks, âIs the manager in?â
âHeâs expecting you for breakfast on the rooftop, Mr. Wick.â
All you really want is to sleep, but you sense this too is part of some crucial ritual.
One of the bellboys takes your bags up to your room.
John inclines his head to you to follow him. You walk at his side, trying not to gawk like a fucking tourist at the opulent Art Deco lobby, or the people who bustle through this waystation for the Underworld, even at this hour of the early morn.Â
The people are interesting, to say the least. Some dressed as though ready for a board meeting, excluding their neck tattoos, and some as though ready for a posh punk concert.
You feel the eyes upon you, and you know it has more to do with the legend of the man who you are with, more than yourself. Â
âWinston really outdid himself with the rebuild,â comments John once you are headed up in the elevator. Heâd told you about how during their war with the High Table the original New York Continental had been destroyed.Â
âDoes it stand up to the old one?â
John sighs. âI think my sentimentality prevents me from giving that an honest answer. AndâŠIâd hoped Iâd never have to come back here.â
You nod, looking around. Even the doors have ornate Deco metalwork caging you in. âIt all looks pretty fucking rad to me,â you say under your breath, pulling a small smile from the corner of Johnâs mouth. Â
âIâll be sure to tell Winston you said that.â
âOh God.â
He laughs a little, and winces. Immediately you feel guilty. âSorry.â
âDonât be,â he sighs, and as the door opens he leads you with a hand on the small of your back out onto the rooftop terrace of the New York Continental. Dawn is just breaking over the rooftops of Manhattanâthe view from so high is breathtaking.Â
Winston Scott is every bit the dapper gentleman you expected, after hearing John speak of him so many times.Â
âJonathan,â greets the manager with a handshake and a smile that seems to hold genuine warmth. âAlways a pleasure, though I regret the circumstances.â
âSame,â answers Wick.Â
âAnd who do you have here?â
âWinston, this is y/n. Sheâs myâŠâ You turn your eyes up at John, curious just how he will choose to describe you. Girlfriend seems entirely too trite. Captive? Lover? John actually flashes a sheepish smile that lasts precisely half a second. âThis is the light of my life.âÂ
The old man raises his eyebrows in a gesture of my my. You are surprised when Winston kisses your hand with old world grace, rather than shakes it. You hope it doesnât show. âA pleasure, Miss y/n.âÂ
âLikewise, Mr. Scott.â
âPlease, call me Winston. So, Jonathan. Just what have you gotten yourself into this time?â
John groans, and slowly lowers himself into a chair. You do the same, and the three of you hash out what happened, and how to go forward, over a delectable breakfast of crepes, fresh fruit, and good coffee. You feed Dog bites of bacon under the table, his block of a head resting on your thigh while you listen to these old veterans of the Underworld formulate a plan.Â
You take some small comfort in the fact that Winston sounds so sure of himself. He seems to know a little bit about everything there is to know, and no tidbit of gossip surprises him. You can tell that John values his guidance, the older man speaking to John almost like a father.Â
Just maybe the two of you will make it out of this alive after all. Â
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17 with cloé lacasse
puppy
Cloé Lacasse x R
R begs Cloé for a puppy but she refuses. R brings one home anyways.
warnings: none!
a/n: I think this story is the one Iâve enjoyed writing the most so far. Please, send more of thisđ„ș Hope everyone likes it as much as I do!
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Youâve screwed up, youâre very much aware of it. But you couldnât help yourself. It was so simple, so easy to do.
And CloĂ© is going to break up with you when she finds out. Maybe breaking up with you is an exaggeration, but she will be mad, really mad. Itâs not like it was completely your fault, you were persuaded into doing it, tricked by pleading eyes. Youâve also been feeling lonely lately, with your girlfriend constantly busy with all the games and training, so you kind of knew something like this would happen eventually.
It gets worse when sheâs away for international break, an ocean from you, and you have no one to keep you company. So, really, this happening makes perfect sense.
âMy girlfriend is going to kill me, did you know that?â you ask the golden retriever puppy sitting in the passenger seat âMaybe you and I should move to Alaska, that way she canât find us.â
He looks at you and tilts his head, letting out a soft bark in response.
Shaking your head, you recall the conversation the two of you had a couple weeks ago.
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âCloĂ©...â you start.
âNo. Whatever it is, noâ
You huff in annoyance âI havenât even said anything yet.â
âYeah, honey, but I know that face and youâre about to ask for something that you know I wonât like.â
Climbing in her lap, you give your girlfriend a sheepish smile.
âI have no idea what youâre talking aboutâ
âSure,â she says rolling her eyes.
Taking CloĂ©âs hands and placing them on your waist, you tilt her head a little bit and start leaving kisses around her face.
âIâve been thinking. You know how I used to have a dog when I was a kid?â your continue trailing kisses down her neck and hear your girlfriend hum when you hit a particularly sensitive spot âWell, I thought we could adopt a puppy.â
âWhat?â CloĂ© asks pushing you off herself âAbsolutely not. Nope. Not happening.â
âBut, love-â you whine.
âNo buts.â
âBaby, please,â you try again, pouting âJust hear me out.â
âOh, I have heard you loud and clearâ she answers leaving a kiss on your forehead âAnd weâre not getting a dog.â
Cloé gets up from the couch and walk into the kitchen, you quick to follow after her with the intention of continuing your conversation.
âWhy not?â
âA dog takes a lot of responsibility. You have to feed it, take it out on a walk a few times a day, you also need to train it. And donât even get me started on vaccines and the vet,â she lists âItâs just a lot, and you know it.â
You frown âIâm perfectly capable of taking care of a dog.â
âYou can barely take care of yourselfâ you open your mouth to protest âeven though you know sheâs rightâ but your girlfriend stops you âHoney, weâre not getting a dog and thatâs it. And I donât want to have this conversation again, so donât even try.â
CloĂ© walks up to you and pecks your lips multiple times, trying to kiss your pout away. It works and, in just a few minutes, youâre smiling again.
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Opening the door to your apartment, you beg the universe that your girlfriend hasnât arrived home just yet. However, never being a lucky one, you hear rustling and soft footsteps walking towards the entrance.
âHi, baby,â CloĂ© greets you with a smile once sheâs in front of you.
âHi.â
Your girlfriend frowns a little bit when you make no move to kiss or hug her.
âWhat do you have there?â she asks pointing behind your back, where the puppy you have just adopted is starting to get restless in your arms.
âOkay, donât get mad please,â you beg.
CloĂ© looks at you suspiciously âHoney, what did you do?â
âPromise me you wonât get mad.â
âIâm not promising you that,â your girlfriend scoffs âYou look extremely guilty, so I donât trust you right now, not a little bit.â
You open your mouth to answer, but youâre quickly interrupted by the sound of a bark behind your back, just where your hands are hidden.
CloĂ©âs jaw drops in shock âYou did not!â
âSurprise?â you ask putting the puppy right in from of her face.
He squirms a little bit in your hands and licks you girlfriend right in the nose.
âHoney! We said no dogs!â
âNo,â you resort placing the puppy in her arms and pointing at her âYou said no dogs, I didnât say anything. You didnât even let me say anything!â
âAre you serious right now?â she asks frowning at you, but you see her beginning to pet the puppy.
Taking the dog from her, you place him in the floor in front of you.
âCome on, you can explore the house now. And you,â you say to your girlfriend âare going to listen to me before you say anything else. A co-worker of mine has a dog and she just had puppies. He needed to find people who would adopt them, and decided to show us some pictures to see if anyone would be interested. And I really wanted to say ânoâ but, love, I work from home most days and I spend the mornings alone; whenever you leave for international break I stay here all by myself. It gets lonely, and I just wanted someone to keep me company. But if you really donât want the puppy Iâll make sure to find him a home.â
Your girlfriend lets out a sigh.
âI love you, you know that?â
âI mean, considering you tell me all the time, Iâd say I do.â
âSmartassâ she mumbles âWell, I love you. I love that stupid big heart of yours and how you have a smile that could convince me to do basically anything.â
âDoes that mean we can keep it?â you ask looking at her excitedly.
CloĂ© rolls her eyes âYes. But, you have to promise to take good care of him and train him. I donât want him causing any trouble.â
âWhatever you say, love.â
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The eyes are the mirror of the soul
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Ateez San X Fem Reader
Police detective San
Genre: Angst, Horror, Drama, Fluff, Strangers to Lovers, Mature scenes and language
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You thought breaking up with your boyfriend would be simple. After six months together, four of them showed you how much of a psychopath a person can be. However, when you saw on the news that several women died with features similar to yours, you assumed it was a coincidence. When the first letter arrived in the mail, you knew you were screwed. The cops eventually became involved with your life. One detective, Choi San, was assigned to be your personal bodyguard. He was confident you were safe, but the darkest evil always finds its way into someone's home.
"I've told you about a thousand times, stop calling me! I don't know how you manage to reach my number over and over! Just stop it!"
I hung up the phone, again, and rubbed my tired eyes. It was 2 a.m. and I was severely stressed. My ex, Jaehyun, has been calling me for about a month now, trying to get back together with me. Never in a million years did I think we would end up in this position. It was almost perfect for about two months. We met randomly in a cafe when I spilled my drink on his shirt. After apologizing profusely, he told me I could make it up to him with a date, and I did just that.
We had it good, seeing each other almost every day, texting until the sun came up, going around and exploring various places... It all came to an end when he started changing. It was like he became a completely different person. There were times when I feared he would become violent, but luckily he managed to bang up almost every surface of mine and his apartment, instead of my face.
After I gently broke up with him, he seemed fine. How wrong of me to assume something like that. I haven't had a good night's rest in a while, and it was messing with my head all the time. I work as an assistant in a private language school, so my boss and the other teachers are a bit lenient with me. I'm lucky to have support in that area, otherwise I would be jobless as well. In all of my 27 years on this planet, I've never felt this afraid.
I became paranoid after the break up. I kept seeing shadows out of my second story window, but I blamed the lack of sleep for that. The misplaced items in my flat were also blamed on that, too.
I poured myself a glass of wine and sat on my couch. The TV was on, playing some kind of sitcom. I couldn't bring myself to laugh, even when I found the jokes funny. It became too depressing so I switched around the channels.
"...this is the second victim found in a similar position as the first one a week prior. It appears it was a woman in her late twenties, with her long hair cut short, eyes gouged out. The missing hair and eyeballs are yet to be found..."
Now that was creepy. What kind of freak takes someone's eyes out? I remember Jaehyun saying the eyes are mirrors to one's soul, and mine were his favorite ones. My eye colour changes in the sun, so he loved taking pictures of my eyes when we were outside. Funny how that came to me while listening to this tragedy.
I twirled around a strand of my hair. Jaehyun always told me I should get a haircut, to make myself more mature. I loved my luscious locks, I've taken good care of them over the years.
I shook my head. Why was I thinking about this now? Maybe it was the wine affecting me. I should really stop drinking so late. With another long sign I grabbed the remote to turn the TV off when an image flashed on the screen. It was a picture of the latest victim, followed by the previous one.
My breath got caught in my throat.
The two pictured were side by side, and if I turned my head to the left I would see my graduation picture framed by the TV.
The resemblance between the three of us was astonishing. But that was only a coincidence, right? There is no way...
I shook my head and plugged the TV out of the wall. I wasn't taking any risks now. I speed-walked to my bedroom and shut the door, locking it as well.
There goes another sleepless night for me.
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"Good morning Mrs Jung, how are you today?"
"Oh, good morning dear! You know me, my old bones are giving me a hard time."
I smiled at my elderly neighbour. Mrs Jung was widowed last May, but she's been a fighter ever since. I love meeting her in the morning when I pick up my mail from downstairs.
She waved at me and went out, probably to buy some more cat food for Simon.
I looked through my mail as I went up the stairs and noticed the usual. Phone bill, electricity bill, magazine subscription... I paused on the steps when I reached a black envelope. It was smooth, almost like it was made of suede. What in the world?
I ran to my apartment and threw the other bills on the counter. I ripped the top of the envelope and found a note inside.
My blood ran cold as I read the familiar handwriting.
"Dear, beloved, worshipped Y/N,
Long time no see baby! I've been missing you this whole time! But, you see, I've found a way to look into your gorgeous eyes again. It may be unconventional, but it works. Those two ladies have nothing on you though. I want you to know that.
Y/N, you're the one baby. And I believe you are going to do the right thing and submit yourself to me soon, unless you want more innocent girls to go missing.
I don't want to bore you with details, this is not why I'm writing to you.
You look amazing baby, even better than before. The view from your window is gorgeous.
You'll find a way to contact me, right? You'll make this work? You better do Y/N. If you know what's right for this world.
                                                Yours truly, J. "
Oh my God. Oh my God!
My hands started shaking like crazy and I dropped the letter on the counter. I think I was about to pass out before I hit the wall behind me. I slowly slid down to the cold kitchen floor and covered my ears. This has been my panic response since I was a child. I tried to tune out everything to keep myself calm, but I couldn't.
This lunatic was going around murdering girls that reminded him of me? What on Earth was I supposed to do now?
I felt myself spiraling even more. There were telltale signs of a panic attack coming in. I haven't had one of those for months. I knew I had to stop it before it got even worse, so I crawled towards the freezer and got out an ice pack. The shock of the cold pack on my legs and arms brought me back to reality. It was enough for me to grab my phone and dial the police.
"Seoul Police Station, how can I help you?"
"I need to report a potential murderer."
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"So, miss Y/N, this will be the agenda from now on. You will be escorted at all times, knowing the killer is infatuated with you we believe he will try to strike you down sooner rather than later. Our detectives are working on locating him, but in the meantime your life will stay the same as always. He can't notice something is off about you."
I nodded and waited for him to continue.
"It will be suspicious to have our detective in uniform trailing behind you everyday, so we have to make it look like you two know each other on a more personal level. Mr Choi is the best detective we have in our station, and he has gladly accepted the job."
I was like a broken doll at this point, only nodding and staring straight ahead.
For the past two days since my phone call, I've been in and out of the station. We've established that the letter was sent by Jaehyun, since he wasn't careful about leaving his fingerprints. He wanted everybody to know it was him. He was connected to the killings and there was a warrant for his arrest. The media wasn't notified yet, because my life would be endangered even more if they put me in the spotlight.
I was nervous about meeting this detective, who was going to become my live-in boyfriend. Officer Jung saw how nervous I was so he told me to wait in the room. He was going out to get my new boyfriend.
After a while, the door to Mr Jung's office opened. I expected him to walk in as well, but when I turned around my mouth almost hit the floor.
He was beyond gorgeous.
The man lifted his hand in a wave and smiled.
"Hi there. Y/N, right? My name is Choi San. I'm your new bodyguard of sorts."
I slowly stood up and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Yeah... I'm Y/N. My ex is the psycho killer. Sorry, that was a really bad introduction."
San chuckled and closed the door.
"I know this isn't very convenient for you, and it will probably be messy, but it's for your own good. I will try to be the best fake boyfriend I can. I'm not messy, I clean up after myself and I make a killer lasagna. So, all in all, I think we'll do just fine."
I smiled lightly and nodded.
"I guess so. I'm sorry about all of this... I kind of feel it's my fault. If I hadn't broken up with him then maybe he wouldn't have done all of this."Â
San stepped closer to me and shook his head.
"Hey now, stop that. You aren't responsible for someone's bad decisions. The guy is sick in the head and who knows, maybe you would have been his first victim. It's not going to be easy, but I promise you, I will do everything in my power to protect you. You have my word Y/N."
We looked into each other's eyes and I think I stopped breathing for a second. San's gaze was intense, and I felt like he was looking right into my soul.
"I must admit, you do have pretty eyes."
I froze for a second and San noticed my rigid posture.
"Sorry, that was tasteless of me. Too soon I assume?"
I nodded slowly.
"Yeah... It's fine. Thank you."
We went back to staring at each other when the door opened again. Officer Jung walked in with a stack of papers.
"So, I take it you kiddos introduced yourselves. Now, let's go over the plan once more, shall we?"
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"You can put your bag in the spare closet down the hall, it will fit all of your clothes as well. I bought you some new towels and a toothbrush for some reason, even though you probably have your own. There is a guest room across from mine, I put a mattress in there because I usually use it as a home office, so I don't have another bed. I hope that's not a problem. I guess some nights you might want to sleep in my bed, it's only fair."
San came with his things a couple of days later, ready to start this whole journey of catching my psycho killer ex. How my life became a blockbuster, I have no idea, but it is what it is. He set down his bags beside my couch and looked around.
"Nice place. I like the whole vibe, it's homey. And, Y/N, you do realise we have to sleep together?"
My eyes widened just as his did.
"No, no. I didn't mean it like that. Sorry. We have to sleep in the same bed, together. That's what I meant."
I nodded and waved him off.
"Yeah, yeah, I got that. But why?"
I was a bit nervous to share a bed with a complete stranger. After everything happened with Jaehyun, finding another man wasn't on my agenda. I suppose this was a completely different situation.
"I have to be next to you to make sure you are safe. Besides that, we have to be convincing. If he is watching you, he will notice my absence in normal, relationship things, so we have to make sure it looks like the real deal. I'm sorry, hopefully it won't last long. My sole purpose is to make sure you are safe, and that bastard gets locked up in the end."
I nodded in understanding. I knew San was right, so I had to suck it up and share a bed with him.
"Okay, but I'm on the left side because I've always slept there, no negotiation."
He chuckled and picked up his bags.
"No problem, I prefer the right side actually. I'm gonna go put these away and then we can sit and talk this through one more time."
"Do you want some coffee? Or tea?"
"Coffee would be great, thanks."
I went to make us two cups of coffee while he unpacked his stuff. After I poured us some much needed caffeine, I put the cups on the living room table and sat on the couch. I always have a blanket draped over the seats, so I pulled it over my legs. I could hear him rummaging around, and after about 15 minutes he joined me on the couch.
San was an attractive man, that much I could notice. He had this calm aura around him, which made me wonder how he got into this world of crime and murders.
"You know, if you want to ask me something, you can. I can feel you staring at me."
Good God. My cheeks flared up and I took a sip of my coffee to collect myself.
"Sorry. It's a bad habit. I was just wondering... How come you decided to be a detective? I assume this job can't bring you any good memories. I work as a teacher's assistant. The job brought me more joy than anything else in the world. I can't imagine..."
San could tell I was struggling to come up with a way to ask him about his job, so he stepped in to help.
"Hey, I get it. This line of work isn't for everybody. You see horrible things, but at the same time, you are the one stopping them from happening. My dad used to be a cop in our small town, but then he got shot. Drug arrest gone wrong. His shoulder never recovered, so he had to retire. He owns a taekwondo studio now. I trained there before I went to the academy. I think part of me does this job because of him. I never imagined they would promote me to be a detective, but I've always had a knack for solving the unsolvable. So, here I am now."
Impressive. San looked about my age, so becoming a detective this young had to be a huge accomplishment in his life.
"That's... Wow. Good for you. But how do you handle all of this?"
He took a sip of his coffee before answering.
"I guess you get used to it. We are trained by a psychiatrist on how to handle these tough situations. Yes, we solve cases and save people, but there comes a time when you can't be faster than your enemy. These killers and stalkers are smart, at times smarter than us. You have to calculate their steps even better than they do. Thinking one step ahead has saved so many people. Other times, it goes to show that we are still human, and we can't predict every step they take."
I shivered and pulled my legs closer to my chest. Is he saying that as a warning? That maybe...
"Hey now, I can feel you overthinking. We've got this in the bag. That bastard won't take a single step into this apartment. Not one step close to you. I won't allow it Y/N. You're safe with me."
I looked at San and took a deep breath. The determination on his face was unmistakable. He wanted Jaehyun to be locked up, and so did I.
"Thank you, San. I know that, and I do trust you. It's just hard. I never imagined myself in this situation. And those poor women... I can't help feeling a bit guilty."
He shook his head and put his cup on the table, turning towards me fully.
"You can't be responsible for someone's actions. This is solely his doing. He didn't have to do this, but he chose to. You can't read his mind, and you can't predict these things. He's a lunatic, and you are lucky you escaped on time. Let me tell you something about his character. He's doing this without thinking it through. That's good for us because we can gather evidence to lock him up for good once he's caught. It seems like he wants to be caught, but he has to get to you before that. This is where I come in. Once he's vulnerable, he's mine and no one else's."
"Do you think... He wants me dead?"
San sighed and took one of my hands in his. My eyes widened slightly, but I didn't pull away. It felt nice. His touch was warm, and it felt sincere.
"He wants you, that much is fact. I don't think he particularly wants you dead, but he isn't sane enough to make that decision. He may want you beside him, but one rash move and you're gone. I'm telling you again, that won't happen, and I want you to try not to think in that direction."
He gently squeezed my hand before letting go. He stood up and stretched. His white shirt went up and I could see the outline of his hard abs. The man was going to be the death of me if I continued slobbering over him like this.
"I'm gonna go take a shower, you put on a cartoon to pump up your mood a bit. I know The Powerpuff Girls are on Channel Three. Don't ask how I know that, it's embarrassing."
I could see his cheeks becoming a bit pink and he all but ran to the bathroom.
Tough detective San watching the Powerpuff Girls? I bet Bubbles is his favorite.
With a laugh, I turned on the TV to search for Channel Three, but I was abruptly cut off by the News Station. I wish I wasn't.
"...the body was found behind a bar, eyes gauged out like the previous two victims. Everything points to the same perpetrator. Police are on the scene, carefully directing people away from the alley. This is the third woman found in a month, and the killer left a message next to her. In what we assume was the victim's blood, there was the number '12' hastily written on the pavement..."
Twelve. As the number on my apartment door.
"Hey Y/N, where did you say the towels were? In the closet or..."
San stopped talking when he saw my frightened expression, the grip on my TV remote and my wide eyes. He looked at the TV and realised what was going on. He walked up to me, turned the TV off and pulled me up.
"Y/N, listen to me carefully. Go into your bedroom and find me a blue hair clip. Do you have something like that?"
I nodded. A blue hair clip? What does he want with that?
"Okay, can you answer me in words?"
"I... Yes. I have one."
"Good girl. Now, go find it."
I felt like my body went into autopilot. I rushed to my bedroom and sat by my vanity. I could see my expression in the big mirror. I looked terrified. But I couldn't dwell on that too much, because I had to find the hair clip. After rummaging around my bags, I pulled out a tiny blue butterfly clip. I forgot I had this, it must be ancient. I felt relieved as I stood up to go take it to San.
Just as I turned around I saw him leaning on the doorframe of my bedroom.
"Feeling better now?"
Huh? I guess I do feel...
"Wait. This was some kind of tactic?"
He smiled and nodded.
"I had to distract you. It's best to put a person into a completely different situation so that your brain focuses on something else. I don't know why I came up with the hair clip, but I had to think of something. You were going into a panic attack it seems?"
I reached out my hand and placed the clip into his open palm. He twirled it around while looking at me.
"Yeah... Ever since this whole thing started they've been coming and going. I can manage them sometimes, but this one was tough. He wrote my apartment number next to that poor woman, San. He's insane."
San put the clip in his jean pocket and placed his hands on my shoulders.
"Y/N, we're going to get him, I promise. Please, go get some rest. I'm gonna take that shower now and I'll be in bed soon. Make yourself comfortable, and leave the right side free, will you?"
I chuckled and nodded.
"I sleep on the left, remember?"
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"So this lock has a code system, and it has to have four digits. Think of something you won't forget easily, but at the same time, it has to be something Jaehyun doesn't know."
San was installing my new lock, and I was trying to be helpful by holding the flashlight over his head. Last night was... Interesting to say the least. I knocked out before he came out of the bathroom, so I spared myself of the embarrassment of our first night together. However, when I opened my eyes in the morning, I could feel his arm draped around my stomach, holding me. I wiggled out quietly and kept silent when he asked me if everything was okay during the night.
I didn't want to make him heel awkward, I could do that for the both of us.
After breakfast, we went down to a hardware store to buy another lock and key. San already had the security system, so we've been at it for some time now.
"When is your birthday?"
He turned towards me and quirked an eyebrow.
"My birthday?"
I nodded and turned off the flashlight.
"That's something he won't know for sure. I mean, he doesn't even know your name so it's the only logical option."
"You think you'll remember it?" He smirked and stood up. He towered over me, and in the small hallway space, I felt like he was a step away from pushing me against the wall.
"If my life depends on it, I think I will."
I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked into his eyes. We stared at each other for some time before his phone rang.
"I have to take that, you punch in the code three times. It's 1007."
With that, he looked me up and down again before disappearing into the bedroom to take the call.
I felt like I could breathe again. After entering the code, I locked the door and went into the kitchen for some water. San was taking a long time with the call, so I assumed it was important. Judging by his expression when he came out, it only confirmed my suspicion.
"That was officer Jung. I need to go down to the station. Jaehyun left a message in front of the station. I think he's onto us, but I could be wrong. It may be a warning to the police."
He looked at the floor and took a deep breath.
"Well... What did he leave? Was it like the letter he sent me? Did he do something like that?"
"Ah... I don't think you want to know."
I pushed myself to walk right in front of him.
"Tell me. I need to know."
San looked into my eyes, an apologetic expression marring his face.
"He sent them a pair of eyeballs. They don't know if it's another victim, or one of the older ones. He said the eyes weren't of use to him anymore, but he wanted to keep the rest for now."
I think I'm about to puke my lunch out. I closed my eyes and put my hands over my ears. This was not the time for a panic attack. Before long, I felt San's hands go over mine. The additional weight brought me a sense of relief. I opened my eyes to look into his concerned ones.
"Don't worry, you don't have to make me look for blue hair clips, I've got this one." He smiled and put his hands down.
"So I assume they want you to look into it?" He nodded.
"Yeah. Are you okay with being alone? I know the sun is about to set, but I'll try not to take long."
"It's fine. This is your job after all. Go, the faster you leave, the quicker you'll come back." With a final nod, he went to the door, put on a jacket and his shoes and turned towards me.
"Be safe. I'll call you when I'm on the way back." I waved him off.
"Yeah, yeah. Go be a detective." He smiled and out he went.
It was a bit creepy after he left. I couldn't shake off the weird feeling of being watched, but I knew I was safe in my newly equipped apartment. I noticed the stack of papers on my kitchen counter. I haven't looked into my mail all day. San was the one who brought it up, but we didn't go through it since his hands were already full.
I sorted out my bills and pamphlets when I reached another black, almost suede, envelope.
This has to be a joke.
With a sigh, I opened up the second letter.
"My dear Y/N,
I'm a bit angry with you. We are separated for only a month, and now someone is moving in with you? Are you that desperate? He isn't even that handsome, but I couldn't really tell. He better watch out though. I don't like sharing what's mine.
I can't wait to be with you again baby. I've missed looking into your eyes terribly. Those other ladies don't stand a chance against you.
Why don't you write me back? You know my address. It's true that I don't spend time there anymore, but I'll check for your response for sure.
Take care baby, we'll meet again soon.
                                                               With love, J."
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"So we know he is lurking around the neighborhood, but we can't tell his exact location. He's moving around too much, but the bastard knows how to hide."
Officer Jung was a man in his late forties, married for twenty years with a son and daughter. He's been in the police force since he was twenty-one, but he's never had a case like this. Jaehyun was a dirty bastard, and he was as sly as a snake. He was giving them a hard time, but there wasn't a crime Officer Jung wasn't able to solve.
San admired his determination. He was like a role model to him, as his parents live in the countryside and he doesn't see them as often. It seems like this case was affecting Mr Jung more than any other. San could say the same thing. In the small amount of time he's spent with you, he could tell you were a lovely person. You just had this spark following you, a pep in your step without even noticing, and your eyes were truly incredible. He was afraid of getting attached to you too soon, but he couldn't stop it even if he tried.
"Y/N called me. He's left another letter for her. He knows I'm with her. He's directly threatening me, but he doesn't seem to know I'm working for the police."
Officer Jung nodded.
"That's good. We'll keep it that way. That poor girl must be frightened. You're free to go, son. Go take care of Miss Y/N. I assume you two have become acquainted?" He had a small smirk, and a suggestive wink told San all he needed to know.
"Officer, with all due respect, we aren't in an ideal situation to be talking like that. I'm doing everything I can to make Y/N feel at ease, but it doesn't seem to be working."
"I get that boy, but you have to understand the poor lady. She's a direct target. Go home and make sure she knows we're catching this bastard."
San shook hands with Mr Jung and made his way outside to his car. The Sun had set an hour ago and he knew Y/N was probably wondering where he was.
Never has he felt such a strong attraction towards someone as he does with her. From the moment he laid eyes on her he knew he was screwed. Now he was terrified of what could happen. Without taking his eyes off the road he dialed her number. After two rings her angelic voice answered.
"Hey San. Are you coming back?" I'm speeding back, doll.
He held it in and replied calmly.
"Yeah, sorry about that. We had to have a meeting. But I'm gonna be there in about 15 minutes, so hold on tight. You did a good job today, staying alone." She chuckled, and it made San smile.
"Well I didn't have much of a choice. I cooked dinner in the meantime. I heard you make a killer lasagna? Well, I think you might have some competition buddy."
"We'll see about that. Do you need me to pick up anything on the way?"
"No! I mean... No. Just come home, I'm at my maximum here."
Home. He hasn't heard that one in a while. It sounded nice coming from her.
"Don't worry, I'm coming as fast as I can. Cut me the biggest piece of lasagna you can." Y/N chuckled and cleared her throat.
"Coming right up sir!" She hung up the phone without knowing how much of an impact her simple words had on San.
Boy, was he in trouble.
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A week has passed by without trouble. No new murders on the news, no letters, no calls from the station. Everything seemed to be going just fine.
Except the sheet amount of sexual tension between herself and San.
It was undeniable. Every time he passed by her in the kitchen to grab something he would put his hand on her hip. When she walked into the bathroom, he was just about to exit, towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping down his hard chest. The heat was on as the weather got colder, and she was walking around in tiny shorts which made San blush every time she bent down to pick something up.
The fleeting glances, the not so subtle touches, the rosy cheeks every time they are beside each other in bed... It all came to a culmination one Saturday morning.
San was always looking for something to hug while he slept. After your first night together you brought a pillow for him to embrace. This time, neither one of you even thought about bringing that stupid pillow to bed.
During the night, you two naturally gravitate towards each other. In the morning, while the sun tried to pry its way into the room through your blinds, San had his arms wrapped around you from behind. You woke up first, feeling hot all over. Your thin shorts weren't a big enough barrier between your ass and his rock hard length.
You were at an impasse. Do you wiggle out of bed and pretend like nothing happened, or, do you let yourself be caught in his embrace and finally give into the desire you two feel for each other? It seems like San was ready to answer the question for you.
You could feel his strong arms tightening around your mid section, his big palm caressing your stomach. You could hear him letting out a big sigh.
"Y/N... Are you awake?"
You could never get enough of his morning voice.
"Yeah..."
"Y/N, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but... If you don't stop moving around I won't be able to control myself."
Without answering, you slowly moved your hips over his hard-on. San grunted and you were on your back in a second. He was hovering above you, his angelic face illuminated by the morning light.
"You're really asking for trouble, you know?" You lifted your brow.
"Me? You're the one running your hands all over me." He laughed and laid his head on your chest, putting his arms around you again. He was like a big cat, invading your space with his warmth.
"You're going to get me in so much trouble." His voice was a bit muffled with his face squashed between your breasts.
"Hey, you're the one feeling me up."
"I told you I can't control that! Besides, you are too soft to resist."
"So what are we going to do about that?"
He lifted his head and placed his chin on my chest before looking into my eyes. I could see him contemplating.
"Listen, I think we are both on the same page here. However, my priority right now is your safety. Maybe when this is all over, we could go on an actual date? I think that would be nice, you know?"
He wants to take me out?
"Really? You want to go on a date with me?"
"And why is that so hard to believe?" I shrugged and started playing with his hair. He looked like he would melt in a second.
"I don't know, it's all so messed up. Maybe you don't want anything to do with me after this is over."
"That's not going to happen. I like you, Y/N. I want you, it's ridiculous how much. I just don't want to compromise your safety for my selfish desires." I nodded and placed a gentle kiss on his head. His blinked and pulled himself up on his forearms.
"You know, maybe we could break my rules, just this once." My brow furrowed.
"What do you mean?"
San smiled and got closer, our noses almost touching.
"Say, Y/N... Have you ever made out with a police officer?"
I giggled. "No, I can't say I did. Why?"
"Well... Would you want to?"
I bit my lip and nodded. Why the hell not?
"Good to know."
And just like that, his lips were on mine.
The kiss was more passionate than I could have expected. San was going slow, but as time went by, we picked up the pace. Our hands were exploring every inch of our bodies. My legs were firm around his waist, with his tangled in my hair.
We rolled around the bed, laughing in between kisses. After what felt like an hour, or more, we finally stopped to catch our breaths.
"That was... Wow." I laughed again.
"Yeah, wow. But San..." He turned to look at me.
"What's wrong?"
"I thought you were a detective, not an officer?"
"Oh, yeah... Well, you just made out with a police detective. You can cross it on your bucket list."
I couldn't help the giggles, and San joined me. We naturally gravitated towards each other again and, soon enough, we got lost in each other's lips.
What we didn't know at the time was that a pair of dark eyes was watching everything from the building across the street.
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The morning went by quickly. San and I didn't leave the bed for a good two hours, rolling around, laughing, talking, kissing... There was so much kissing it kind of makes me dizzy thinking about it.
When we finally decided to get up, we got a call from officer Jung. He was concerned about the silence on Jaehyun's end, but they didn't have anything new on him. I could see it was affecting San, but he tried acting tough in front of me. After the call ended, we decided to lounge around all day.
By nine o'clock, we were hungry and exhausted from all of the kissing we were doing.
"I don't feel like cooking really. I think I want to melt into this couch if I'm being honest." San chuckled and kissed my forehead.
"I get you, but we do have to eat. Do you want me to go to that pizza place down the street? We can order and I can pick it up. I know the delivery driver creeps you out."
I shivered a bit. "Yeah, he always tries to look down my top. You wouldn't mind doing that?"
He caressed my cheek before pinching it.
"For you? Not at all. Let me call them and I'll be on my way."
After placing the order, San put on his jacket and shoes and kissed me again.
"I will never get enough of this." I smiled and gave him another peck.
"Nor will I. Go now before I starve."
He laughed and went out. He didn't bring his car keys, but I knew there was no need, as the place was literally down the street. I heard the lock click and I pushed the button to activate the alarm. Funny, it always glows red when it's on, but now it wasn't shining. Maybe the batteries weren't good anymore? I'll have to tell San when he comes back.
I went into the kitchen to take out some plates and cups. I looked around for candles to make it more romantic, but only found one.
"Guess this will do."
After setting everything up on my living room table I went to my bedroom to put on something nice. I know I don't have to try, but I felt like San deserved it.
I was about to pull my shirt over my head when I heard the door clicking. It's been about ten minutes since San left, he couldn't be back so soon?
"San? Is that you?"
There was no response to my question. It was eerily silent.
I was just about to turn around when I saw him.
The reflection in my vanity mirror.
"Hey there baby. How have you been?"
"Jaehyun?"
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San was practically skipping towards the pizza joint down the street. His day couldn't be any better. Not only did he kiss the most beautiful woman in the world, he was certain she felt the same as he did about their connection. When this whole mess becomes history, he will take her on the best date of her life. She deserved nothing less.
Once he reached the family owned business, he told them his name and order number and they quickly packed it up for him.
He must have been gone for about 20 minutes when his phone rang in his pocket.
"Officer Jung? Is everything okay?"
Why was the old man calling him on a Saturday night?
"San! My boy! We have a big problem! Where are you? Is Y/N there?"
"Woah, hold up. She's not with me, I left her at home to pick up our dinner? What's going on?" Mr Jung was awfully quiet on the other end.
"Mr Jung?"
"San... You need to run back as fast as you can. He called the station, he's going to do something to her tonight. I've already sent out a patrole, they are coming as fast as they can. There was an accident on the bridge tonight, they have go take a detour. San, my boy, run and save the poor girl."
San's blood ran cold instantly. How could he have been so foolish? He left her, all alone, with a serial killer out to get her. He threw away the pizza box and sprinted down the street.
He could only pray go get there before something terrible happened.
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"Jaehyun... Please... You don't want to do this."
He stepped into the room and closed the door.
"Do what baby? I'm here to take what's mine. Do you know how hard it was watching you with that loser? He even made you change your locks so I couldn't get in! But I found a way, I always do!"
He kept stalking towards me until I was backed up against my vanity table.
"Do you have any idea how much I've missed your eyes baby? Your beautiful, warm, stunning eyes..."
"Please, I don't want to die."
He put his hands on my cheeks.
"No, no, no... Baby, don't worry about that. I mean you have to die, but not yet. I have to make up for lost time, you know?"
I slowly grabbed my eyeliner pencil from the table, trying to be as discreet as possible.
"Yeah, I think I get it... How do you want to make up for it?"
He seemed to lighten up at my fake enthusiasm, and he put his hands down, but he didn't step away.
"I knew you'd come around baby. Well, we have all night to decide once you come with me. We can't do anything here, your bed is filthy from that idiot sleeping in it."
Just as he was about to kiss me, I jammed the pencil into his eyeball.
He screamed and I pushed him out of my way, running towards the door.
"You bitch! I'm gonna fucking kill you! Oh, you're in for it now Y/N!"
I opened the bedroom door and I almost made it to the front of my apartment before he tackled me to the ground.
"Not so fast you slut. You think you can run away from me? Think again, you bitch."
I struggled underneath his weight, trying to push him off with my legs. He was too strong for me.
"Let me go, please! Please, you don't want to do this!"
"Shut up!" He smacked me right across the mouth, and I could taste blood on my lips.
In the midst of my struggle, San appeared before my eyes. Poor San... He was going to be devastated.
I was about to give up when I heard the sound of my door being broken down.
"Well, well... Isn't that the bastard himself?"
"Get the fuck of off her before I put a bullet between your eyes."
I looked up and I couldn't help but fear the expression on San's face. He looked dark, and the gun in his hands wasn't helping.
Suddenly, Jaehyun pulled me up and put his arm around my midsection. He had a pocket knife in his other hands, aimed straight at my throat.
"Listen up pretty boy. One wrong move and her blood will be all over the walls. You know what I hate about you bastards? You come in in the worst possible moments. We were just about to run away and have the time of our lives, isn't that right baby?"
He caressed my throat with the knife and I could see San struggling to keep himself composed. He cleared his throat.
"You think I care about her? I'm just a detective waiting to put cuffs on your hands boy, nothing else. This was all an act, and you fell for it easily. Honestly, you call yourself a killer? Pathetic."
I knew San didn't mean any of those words, but it hurt hearing him say them out loud.
"Jaehyun, baby... You need to let me go. I made a mistake in the bedroom, that wasn't nice of me. But I got scared, you know? Please baby..." San was looking into my eyes as I started pleading with Jaehyun.
My ex was slowly loosing his grip on me. I could hear his breathing becoming laboured.
"You really mean that baby? Wanna come with me now?"
I nodded slowly. "Yeah, yes. I'll come with you."
He slowly lowered the knife, but he stopped suddenly.
"You think I'm that stupid you bitch? You're gonna get it now, and Loverboy will have front row tickets."
I closed my eyes waiting for him to push the knife into my throat when a loud bang rang through my ears.
A bullet whizzed past my ear and right into Jaehyun's head.
If San didn't grab me I would have gone to the ground along with Jaehyun.
I let out a yelp.
Everything went dark for a moment.
"Y/N! Come on baby girl, come back to me."
I opened my eyes and stared straight into San's. I could see my living room ceiling. We were still inside?
"What happened?"
He sighed in relief. "You scared the hell out of me."
He pulled me up into a hug and that's when I saw it.
Jaehyun's lifeless body sprawled all over my living room floor.
"Oh my God... San... Is he?"
"Yeah, he is. I'm sorry Y/N, but he was about to stab you. I couldn't let that happen." I looked up at San and threw my arms around him. I squeezed his shoulders like my life depended on it.
"Thank you. Thank you so much. You kept me safe. You did it."
I could feel him caressing my hair and kissing the top on my head.
"Always baby girl, I'd do anything for you."
We could hear the sirens finally blasting from outside. In no time, my apartment was full of police officers, AMTs and a forensic unit. They had to take care of Jaehyun's body.
Officer Jung walked in as well.
"Y/N! San, my boy! Oh thank God!" He threw his arms around us.
"Hey Mr Jung..." He jabbed San in the forehead.
"Thank God you were one of the best shooters in your class. Nobody could have pulled this off besides you. I'm proud of you."
Mr Jung helped us stand up and took us outside of the building. San didn't want to leave my side even when another policeman came to take out statements.
Soon enough, we were sitting on the steps of my building, a blanket around our shoulders. We watched as a black van drove away with Jaehyun's body inside. It felt surreal.
"You know everything is going to be okay now, right?"
I looked at him and admired his manly features. I nodded.
"I know... I have you by my side now, if we are still on for that date?"
San smiled and kissed my forehead.
"Hell yes we are."
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AITA for creating and running a gimmick blog?
A few months back, I was bored and decided to hop on the trend of gimmick blogs. Since I don't have any crazy skills like identifying cars or programming bots, I settled on something I thought was extremely simple: correcting typos. So I'll sometimes reblog posts that have typos in them and comment with corrections. I would only do this on posts that were already lighthearted or joking in tone; I would never derail a serious post with it. And I really haven't used it very often - maybe a couple times a week at most, just when I happen to notice a good candidate.
Well, recently I was inundated out of nowhere by a bunch of anons telling me this was a horribly offensive idea. According to them, I was insulting dyslexic people, non-native English speakers, people without access to education, and a whole bunch of other groups with these unwarranted corrections.
I had honestly never considered that angle, and I've paused using that blog so I can try and reflect on it. But when I replied to a couple of the asks asking for a better explanation of exactly how this was harmful - because I genuinely wanted to be informed - the vast majority of the replies, with few exceptions, were obscenely rude to me. I've been called classist, ableist, racist, and a lot of much worse words I don't care to repeat here. I blocked exactly two people because they were being extremely hateful in my notes, while still trying to engage with the more polite ones, but of course I still got accused of blocking and ignoring everyone I disagreed with.
The truth is, I'm still not sure whether or not I disagree with any of them on the actual subject at hand; I just can't deal with people being bitter and rude and assuming the worst of me. I tried to make it clear that I was more than willing to listen and have a conversation in good faith, but that has proved impossible.
So now I'm really hurt and really, really confused. I'm not going to just blindly trust a small group of hypocrites on the internet who claim they're worried about people's feelings while at the same time trying to completely villainize me as if I don't have feelings too. But I also understand that they might have a point. Sadly, politeness is not always correlated with correctness.
I absolutely do not want to continue running this gimmick blog if it's truly harmful and offensive to people. I've just never encountered this take before, and it was delivered with such vitriol that I had to take a break from tumblr entirely just to recover my sanity. So I'm hoping a much broader and less biased sample size will help to clear this up. I know an AITA poll isn't perfect, but it should do.
If I get a YTA verdict, I will delete the typo-correcting blog and stop immediately, no questions asked. If not, I'll know I just angered an extremely vocal minority that has no idea how to deal with conflict.
AITA?
What are these acronyms?
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boss!joel x f!reader one shot collection | part two
summary: youâve been fantasizing about your boss, but when he leaves you a mysterious note to meet him after work hours, everything changes.
warnings: 18+! MDNI! non-apocalypse au, boss!joel is a lil mean but not too mean, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, unprotected piv, spit kink, size kink kinda, panty stealing? does that need a tag idk, this is a filthy nasty fic and i love it
word count: 4k
a/n: basically just a shamless one shot of joel being your boss and you getting to fuck him, this is not my most proof read work iâve ever posted but i hope you all like it! inspired by the new taylor swift song âi can see youâ itâs literally my religion right now
You feel the crinkle of the paper in your hands another time, staring down at it as if the words on the page are going to change any time soon. You read over the simple phrasing, almost wanting to trace your fingers over the inking just to check that itâs truly real.
my office
6pm
JM
Youâve been working for Mr. Miller - Joel, he told you to call him, but old habits die hard - for a little over four months now. Youâd always been taught to refer to any person of authority this way, so it was taking some getting used to to just call him Joel.Â
This has been the longest four months of your life, mostly due to the man in question - Joel fucking Miller, your boss, the man responsible for your livelihood, the man you absolutely should not be pining over. How you can stop lusting after him is beyond you when he looks like that - his dark hair has grown out a bit since you started, brown curls flecked with gray that match his beard traveling down his neck now. Curls you dream of sinking your hands into and tugging in the heat of the moment every single day. Every time his dark brown eyes catch yours during conversation, you have to fight your mind to stay on track. Watching his lips move, wondering what theyâd feel like on yours, on any part of your body. Itâs been completely mind bending, the attraction you feel for him.Â
It all started a few weeks ago, when you started to wonder if the attraction was mutual. At first, it was a sidelong glance that lasted a bit too long here and there, then a few times where he brushed his body a little too close to yours, and youâd feel the heat of it linger long after he was gone. You could scarcely breathe when he got that close to you, a few times heâd hovered behind you at your desk to look at something on the computer with you and you wondered how you werenât combusting, flames dancing across your skin. The moment youâd felt his hot breath on your neck, you fought hard not to shudder, and when one slipped by, you cursed yourself, hoping Joel hadnât noticed. Youâd thought maybe he hadnât, but he suggested as he walked away that maybe you get a sweater to wear inside if you were so cold.
Fucking asshole.
He had to know the effect he was having on you. No matter how hard you tried to hide it, he was flirting in his own, restrained way. The most youâd gotten out of him was when he put one of his large, my god, so large, hands on your lower back as heâd breezed past you in the small, cramped employee break room to get to the coffee machine.Â
ââScuse me, doll,â heâd said gruffly as he passed, and you nearly choked upon hearing the little pet name from him. Doll⊠youâd rolled the word around in your mind the entire rest of the day, amazed you could get any work done.
It was a small office - just a little, rented space to run his contracting business out of, and youâd been hired on to do any kind of admin work, really. There wasnât any kind of official job title, youâd just been needed to tend to the books, appointments, and making sure everything was in order. It wasnât a bad gig, not your dream job by any means, but now that youâd fallen deeply into your infatuation with your boss, of all people, it was making it hard to want to leave.Â
And if youâre honest with yourself, you should want to find a new job - Joel can be, well, an asshole, to put it mildly. He doesnât have time for bullshit, and he makes that perfectly clear to everyone in his vicinity. All the employees at the construction sites and office do revere him, and know heâs one of the best in Austin to learn from and have on your resume as far as contracting goes. On his good days, however, he really is a pleasure to have around, and you relish in the times you get to see his warm smile and hear him laugh at one of his employees busting his balls. On those days, you can see the speck of hope that keeps the people around him in his life.
Joel typically stops in at least once a day before rushing off to check on things at his job sites, and sometimes you do worry heâs wearing himself too thin. He comes in looking exhausted some days, snapping easily and drinking copious amounts of coffee. But you have to constantly remind yourself thatâs not for you to worry about - you arenât his wife, his girlfriend, his anything. You canât fight off the desire to be something for him, though, wanting to be there for him, to provide some kind of release for him on those tightly wound days. From there, your mind drifts to the deepest corners of depravity, thinking of all the ways you could help him release.
On one such stressful day, he dropped a note on your desk, so quickly in passing anyone else in the room might have missed it. He didnât bother to look back at you afterwards, leaving you wide eyed, staring down at the small piece of paper that was folded in half as he continued on to his office.
You felt like you were floating the entire day, anticipation boiling in your gut as you wondered if this note could mean what you think it does. By the time 5:45 rolls around, Joel having breezed back into the building and shutting himself in his office thirty minutes ago, youâve decided youâre either getting canned or fucked tonight, and both options are making you so nervous you might jump out of your own skin. The few people left in the office pack up for the day and head out, leaving you pretending to finish up work as you wave goodbye to them.
You stand up right on time, smoothing down the short pencil skirt youâre wearing before breathing deeply and reaching for the doorknob to his office. You knock as you open the door, poking your head in. Joel looks up from his desk, where heâd had his forehead on his palm, looking over some paperwork.
âSee you got my note,â he says, his voice slightly hoarse from a day of likely speaking and barking orders at his various job sites. âShut the door behind ya,â Joel adds, and you feel your heart jump further into your throat, a slightly shaky hand shutting the door behind you as he asks.Â
âSure. Er, whatâs this about, Mr. Miller?â You fidget with your hands in front of you, resting them on your belly as you wait expectantly.Â
âJoel, remember?â he replies with a cocky smile. You still havenât quite figured out his intentions, and at this point, you figure it could go either way, and youâre bracing yourself internally for either losing your job or what could be the best sex of your life.
âRight,â you say with a shaky chuckle. âNervous habit, sorry⊠Joel.â
âNothinâ to be nervous about, why donât ya come on in,â Joel says genially, a hint of a smirk pulling at his lips at hearing you say his name.Â
You slowly make your way to the chair thatâs across from his desk, a cluttered mess that youâve learned is organized in his own way, as he always seems to be able to find everything he needs despite you offering many times to help organize it for him. Sâokay, Iâve got a system, heâd repeat every single time, so eventually youâd given up on asking.
âHow was your day? You seem stressed,â you dare to ask as you sit down, and Joel quirks a brow at you.
âSame old bullshit,â he says breezily, rubbing a hand down his face and pushing the papers on his desk aside, focusing his attention on you. âSo fuckinâ stressed, but you donât need to worry about all of that.â
âWhat ifâŠâ you start, swallowing hard. Now or fucking never. If youâre about to possibly lose your job, you may as well go out with all youâve got. âWhat if I did worry about that?â you blink a few times, eyelashes fluttering in his direction and Joel gives you an indiscernible look, but you swear his eyes go a shake darker. âJust, that youâre stressed, I mean. Isnât it my job to help you?â
Joel barely even reacts other than a flicker across his eyes that you only notice because youâre looking so intently. The bastard was probably prepared for this, like he knew youâd come in here ready to flirt your little heart out if the situation called for it.
Fucking. Asshole. But an extremely hot asshole with his eyes trained right on yours, making you melt instantly and forgetting all about the cursing him you were doing in your head.
âThat so?â Joel says slowly with an amused, deep chuckle. He stands up, making his way around the desk towards you, and your heart picks up, practically beating out of your chest now. âThat in your job description, hm? Help olâ Mr. Miller when heâs stressed?âÂ
His tone, his body language, everything is screaming green lights for you to continue this witty repartee. âIt could be, if you wanted it to,â you reply, squaring your shoulders back, not cowering from his gaze, but rather intensifying yours with a small pout of your lips. Joelâs movements over to you are slow and calculated, practically sauntering until heâs standing in front of you. He absolutely towers over you now, more than usual, his broad shoulders looking even wider from your angle below him. He leans back on the desk, perching on the edge, giving you a direct view at his crotch, a now very apparent bulge in his jeans.
âPretty thing like youâd really want to do all that for me?â Joel asks.
You lick your lips, trying to steady your breathing. âMhm,â you sound, and your confirmation is enough to have Joel leaning forward, placing a hand on your cheek, fingers ghosting along the skin as he makes his way down to your neck, the light trace of his calloused pads sending goosebumps along your arms.
âLike the way Iâm touchinâ you, pretty girl?â he asks quietly, and you manage to let out another affirmative noise. You watch his thick fingers tracing down the top of your chest, silently begging please keep going, please. When his hand reaches the top button of your shirt, he pauses, and your legs squeeze together in anticipation. You nearly whine when he withdraws his hand, but seconds later heâs using a finger to tip your chin up, indicating for you to stand.
You meet him against his desk, his legs opening wide for you to step in between them, and you press in close, feeling unsure of what to do with your hands, how far he wants to take things. You delicately place a hand on his thigh to steady yourself, and he slips his arms around you, immediately sliding them down your back and to your ass.
âFuck,â he mumbles as he squeezes your ass firmly through your skirt. âSuch a sexy little thing, you wear this for me?â
âYouâve caught me,â you say with a sly look. The skirt isnât anything that scandalous, but you do suppose it shows more of your legs than may typically be deemed appropriate in an office setting. Youâve always blamed the more skimpy clothing youâd wear on the hot Austin climate, but you know in the back of your mind, it was all always for Joel.
âDonât have to wear all this to get my attention, yâknow,â he says a little more tenderly, still kneading the globes of your ass hungrily, pulling your skirt up in the process.
âSeemed like you enjoyed it, all those times I saw you watch me leave your office,â you quip back.
âDamn right I did, âm only human, darlinâ,â he says gruffly, yanking you forward, and the hardness in his jeans is pressing right into your own throbbing heat, sending a swirling wave of desire in between your legs. Slickness is gathering there quickly, leaving your underwear already wet and uncomfortable against your skin.
âOn your knees, now,â Joel says, pushing you down by your shoulders until you bow under the pressure, getting down onto the carpet and sitting on your knees. âThatâs a good girl,â he says with a smirk. He makes quick work of his belt and zipper, freeing his cock within moments, and it takes everything in you not to gasp at the sight laid before you.
His cock is beyond what youâd imagined - heâs a big guy overall, but you canât say youâve ever been with someone his size, and itâs immediately intimidating. And the bastard knows it, you can tell by his coy little smile as you look at his throbbing cock with wide eyes, taking in the size of him at full attention. You take a little comfort in the fact that he seems painfully turned on by you, the head of his cock leaking pre-cum, pink and pulsating for any part of you to be on it.
âGo on now, doll, ainât got all night,â Joel says, snapping you out of your reverence for his cock, and you glance up to him before placing a few kisses on the head. Joel hisses through his teeth, his hips bucking forward at your face. When you lap up the drop of precum, swirling your tongue with your eyes locked on his, he lets out a full groan. You hover over his cock, letting your drool collect and fall down onto his shaft in a long string, and the warmth of it brings out a frustrated growl from Joel. He watches with darkened eyes, and his hand shoots to the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly.
âKnew youâd be so fuckinâ dirty, such a little tease,â he growls out. He uses your hair to tilt your head back, so your neck is craned up, facing him more directly now. âIf youâre gonna act like that, be willinâ to take it in return, sweetheart,â Joel says more coldly. âOpen your mouth.â Itâs not an ask, but a command, and the authoritarian in him makes you want to listen. You pop your mouth open, shaking a little bit under his tight grip as you watch him gather his own saliva and let it slowly fall out of his mouth, straight down into yours. You taste the strangeness of the sensation, never having had someone else's spit in your mouth in such a copious amount.
âNow swallow,â he demands, and you make a show of swallowing hard, eliciting a devious smile from Joel. âAnd get back to work,â he says, loosening his grip on your hair and pushing your head back to the level of his cock, dripping and awaiting your mouth.
You immediately slide your mouth down his shaft, not wanting any more pushback from Joel on your teasing, and you taste the saltiness of him as your mouth stretches more than youâre sure you can accommodate. You start to bob more quickly, savoring the myriad of groans and hums Joel makes in the height of his pleasure.Â
âFuck⊠your mouthâs even better than I âmagined,â Joel says, his hips thrusting in time with your bobbing, sending his cock back further into your throat. A gag slips out, but you swallow him down, allowing him even deeper as your hand works on the rest of him that wonât fit inside of your mouth. He inhales sharply before pushing you back by the shoulders, his cock leaving your mouth with a loud pop.
You barely have time to be confused by the sudden interruption before Joel pulls you up under the arms, spinning you and flattening you against his desk, and you scramble to slide back, papers and office supplies spilling and moving everywhere. He flings a frustrated hand to clear it out of the way, sending everything flying onto the floor, and you stare wide-eyed, thinking this kind of thing only happens in the movies. And here you are, living in a real life fucking movie.
Joel grips your face, turning your attention back his way before crashing his lips into yours, ravenous kisses and swipes of his tongue taking over every sense. You moan, grinding your hips into him as you return the energy of his kisses, pulling back to trace your lips along his chin, the roughness of his beard scratching your face before you reach his earlobe, giving it a few gentle sucks.
âShit,â Joel hisses out, pushing down your chest to have you lay back on the desk. He tugs under your knees, pulling you to the edge and hiking up your skirt in the process. His hand slides up your thigh, and youâre panting in anticipation, knowing heâs about to see the very evidence of your arousal absolutely soaking your lace panites. When Joel hooks his thumbs in the sides, pulling them down, he makes a satisfied huff at the slick, shining stain thatâs left on the black fabric.
âNow thatâs a sightâŠâ Joel says, holding the panties up before slipping them into his back pocket. âDidnât know youâd wanted to help me de-stress this badly, darlinâ, wouldâve called you in here ages ago,â he teases you with a wry chuckle, clearly enjoying the very compromising position he has you in.
âI do,â you say impatiently. âDidnât know if it was okay to⊠youâre my boss.âÂ
âMore than okay. Yâsee, Iâve been thinkinâ the same thing fâ a while now, havinâ to resist such a perfect little thing that walked right into my office one day.â He tuts with frustration, tightening his grip on your thighs. âSeen you watch me like you couldn't wait to get that mouth on this cock, sugar.â
You nod, confirming everything he said was true. âI j-ust see you so worked up, so much on your shoulders, Joel. Let meâŠâ you heave, âTake it all out on me.â
You tempt him to take that next step, wrapping your legs around his hips, your ankles crossing over each other to pull him even closer.Â
âSure you ainât gonna tell anyone about this?â Joel asks with a few huffs, clearly holding back from what he really desires right now. His body is radiating the unmet need of release thatâs throbbing from his every pore right down to his painfully hard cock.
You shake your head wildly, the back of your head moving along the desk. You sit up enough to peer at him and make sure he knows youâre serious.Â
âOur little secret,â you whisper huskily, letting a smile curl onto your lips.Â
âGood girl.â Joel returns the smile, one much more cunning as his features darken and he pushes his hard cock against your opening, the large head alone already making your hips twitch with pleasure. When he pushes in you make a small whimper, but try to stuff it down quickly as he stretches you with a beautiful sting along your opening.Â
âFu⊠oh my god,â you murmur, as he pushes in further and further, until youâre sure you couldnât possibly be more full of him. When he moves past even that point, you groan and realize heâs fully seated inside of you, deeper than youâd ever imagined was even possible. You quickly pulsate around him, your body adjusting to his size until it starts to feel more pleasurable than painful.
âThere we go, look at thatâŠâ Joel says breathlessly. âTakinâ this cock so pretty, arenât ya?â He doesnât even take a beat before he begins thrusting, his massive hands holding tightly onto your hips to steady you as you jostle back onto the desk. Your back arches into the pounding of your two bodies together, warmth growing from deep inside of you where heâs hitting so perfectly. You decide that while youâd made this about him, you wanted to fulfill a fantasy of your own while you had the chance. Youâd daydreamed of a certain scenario countless times over the weeks, one you intended to have come to life and turn out to be even better than you could have imagined.
âFuck me over your desk, Mr. Miller,â you say, an extra bite on the last words, knowing he wonât correct you on his name this time. He growls, a noise deep in his throat at your words.
âWant me to bend you over ân fuck you right on this desk, dâya?â Joel asks, not even allowing you to answer before pulling out of you. You brace yourself on the desk, hopping off and immediately turning around, standing up and pressing the entire length of your body back onto Joelâs. You reach an arm up around his neck and pull him down for a kiss, and he lets out a low hum, grinding into your back.
He doesnât let it last, though, the tender kiss, before he pushes you down with the palm of his hand on your back, guiding you to rest with your ass out and body pressed low onto the desk. You pant hard, feeling slick gathering between your legs all over again at how close you are to fulfilling your ultimate fantasy with him.
Joel has no mercy, slamming his cock into you, and this angle is completely devastating, ready to ruin you at any moment as your legs immediately begin to shake when his cock hits against your walls hard. He thrusts into you over and over, and you canât help but be anything but loud, moaning out his name and every expletive that comes to mind as you practically go wild over the way he pumps you so full each and every time. You feel tears sting your eyes, the release trying to build to a crescendo deep in your core.Â
One of Joelâs hands finds your clit, rubbing tight circles and you fold, completely undone at the large pad of his finger starting to coax your climax out of you.Â
âCâmon, let me feel you come on this cock, know youâve been wantinâ to,â Joel says haughtily, and you give in to the sensation, letting the waves of practically transcendent pleasure overtake you as you come hard, screaming Joelâs name in the process.
âFuck, sweetheart, Iâm gonna - â Joel says in the midst of your writhing, moaning mess, before being cut off by his own orgasm being pulled from your pussy squeezing his cock. He quickly pulls out, letting himself spill onto your back with a few extra jerks of his cock, the ropes of cum warm on your skin. Joel breathes heavily, caught off guard by the intensity and quickness of his climax, knowing he nearly didnât make it.
âJesus, sugar, gonna make a man fuckinâ crazy with a pussy like that,â Joel purrs, using a tissue to begrudgingly clean up your back - heâd thought youâd looked much better all flushed and covered in his cum, and was already plotting a way to see it again and again.
You hum a satisfied sigh, turning back to look at him before sitting up and settling on the edge of the desk. âGlad I could help, boss,â you say teasingly, and Joel already feels another twitch in his cock at your toying with him. âYou still stressed?â you ask, batting your eyelashes innocently.
âYouâve no fuckinâ ideaâŠâ Joel sighs. âGot a whole new set of problems now,â he says, looking you over with greedy eyes.
âWell, you know where to find me, if you ever need any help with that,â you say with a wink before hopping off the desk and breezing out of his office, daring a last look back at him.
#thanks to my beautiful coworkers for brainstorming this idea with me i love y'all#i kind of like this meanie boss joel he's kindaaaaaa#joel miller#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller smut#joel miller x reader#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x you#the last of us fanfiction#tlou fanfiction#pedro pascal character fanfiction#pedro pascal x reader#fic: boss!joel
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Chapter 3
Expendable
Series Masterlist
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Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI. Mentions and descriptions of sexual acts.
Standing in front of a human shaped dummy in the private training room, Steve was showing you all the best ways to direct an attack to assure your opponent goes down, and stays down.
After your mission and injury, Steve was out for a few days on a business trip the same day that you were medically cleared to get back to work. So, it had been a while since the last time you trained together.
You both decided it was a good idea to just take it easy and review what you already know as a means of studying for your final evaluation coming up.
Every agent had to take a final evaluation upon completing every single training course shield had to offer. It was a big deal, and though nobody had any doubts that you were ready for it, it could never hurt to review and improve.
"Knock knock, bitches." Bucky announced, causing both of you to stop.
"Hey, Bucky boy" You greeted him.
"What's going on, Buck?" Steve questioned.
"I dunno, I'm bored." He shrugged. "Can I just sit and watch?"
"Don't you have work to do?" You asked with a giggle.
"I finished!" He defended himself. "You two get to spend so much time without me, it's only fair I get to insert myself here whenever I want to."
"You act like this is personal and not us doing our jobs" Steve raised an eyebrow at him.
"That's a technicality I'm choosing to ignore." Bucky sat on the ground with his back against the wall.
Steve looked at you to make sure it was okay that he sat and watched, but he caught something he wished he hadn't. Just for a split second, you narrowed your eyes at Bucky, and he gave you a very subtle nod back.
He realized that it very well could've been nothing, but it definitely seemed like it was something.
Though Steve didn't bring it up at all, he made mental note of it. He was confident in his deep knowledge of both of his friend's behavior, and he was choosing to trust his gut on that observation.
The rest of your time together, Bucky sat and watched quietly, only occasionally responding to conversations that would break out that weren't work related. Towards the end, Steve wanted to confirm some scheduling, so he cut the physical work a few minutes early.
He sat on the bench with you as you pulled a sweatshirt over your head, and your everyday sneakers onto your feet.
"Okay, so, your final evaluation is one week from today." Steve noted. "So this week will be really simple, we can keep doing this, just reviewing what we've already been over. But our training together is still supposed to run until the end of the month so we have three extra weeks together."
"What am I supposed to do when this ends?! I'll be so bored without you!" You exclaimed.
Steve chuckled. "You should be happy that you survived my course!"
"I mean I am, but then what?"
"Maybe another Avenger will take you under their wing." Steve shrugged.
"I can only think of one Avenger with wings" you noted.
"What do you want to cover in the three weeks together after your evaluation?" He asked.
Your lips formed into a pout. "I know what it should be, but I don't wanna do it"
"Restraints?" Steve questioned sympathetically.
"Restraints... I guess." You grumbled.
Every fighter had a weak spot. Just one thing that made their stomachs turn and their hearts race, something that really scared them regardless of mental work or preparation. Some people couldn't handle heights, didn't do very well when they saw blood, and really freaked out over handling certain weapons.
You just happened to be terrified of being restrained, which unfortunately was a very plausible situation to find yourself in as an agent. There was no reason why you were terrified of it, nothing happened in your life to make you fear it as much as you did. But the thought of having your hands or legs tied made you feel claustrophobic in a way you couldn't even describe using words.
"It'll be scary at first, but we'll work on it" Steve reassured. "Wouldn't you rather learn how to get out of any sort of restraint with someone you trust then find yourself in a situation where you're tied up at the hands of an enemy with no way out?"
"Logically yes, but in reality I would like neither of those things to happen." You responded with a twinge of sarcasm.
Steve laughed, "okay well, I wouldn't like that to happen to you either! But once you learn how to escape from a bunch of different scenarios, you won't be scared of it anymore. Knowledge is power!"
"I know you didn't just knowledge is power me, you loser!" You joked with a snort.
"Oh I certainly did, and I'll do it again." He stated with a smile. "Confidently!"
"Okay, I guess I trust you enough to teach me." You committed to the endeavor.
"Good job, pushing yourself is how you grow better as a fighter." Steve praised your bravery. "We'll start with the easiest and work our way up to the hardest, then you'll be such a pro at it that nothing could ever hold you back."
"Yeah, yeah." You playfully rolled your eyes.
"Then after our training together is officially over, I'm going to block off my schedule these same two hours every day to just cry." Steve put a hand over his heart.
"Can you do that to my schedule too? Maybe we can cry together?"
"I'll see what I can do." Steve agreed, before opening his arms up for a hug. You happily hugged him back. "Good job today! You're going to do great on your assessment no matter who is assigned to asses you. We all know it."
"Thanks for teaching me!" You smiled. "In all seriousness, I've really enjoyed getting to learn from you. Thanks for all the time you've put onto me."
"Anytime, Bug. I've been enjoying it just as much." Then Steve turned to include Bucky in their conversation. "What are you guys up to for the rest of the day?"
"Nothing, well, I think that's pretty obvious considering I'm just sitting here" Bucky shrugged. "Do you guys want to hang out? Maybe we can walk to that cool park a few blocks from here? Watch the sunset and get some fresh air?"
"That sounds good to me." Steve agreed. "Buggy, you in?"
Both boys watched as you stood up and slipped your gym back onto your shoulder. "As fun as that sounds, I can't. You know Agent 563? We made plans to have an early dinner together so I have to get ready to leave here soon."
"Booooo, buzz kill!" Bucky announced dramatically.
"That doesn't mean you can't go on a cute little sunset date with your boyfriend without me, Bucky." You smiled at him. "By all means, you boys have fun."
"I think that's great." Steve told you, ignoring the boyfriend comment. "563 is a great agent, and I think it's important that you girls stick together.
"Lord knows we need some time away from the amount of testosterone in this place." You agreed.
âEven me?" Bucky pouted.
"Even you." You smiled at him, approaching him for a hug that you had to bend over pretty far to get. "And Steve. I love you both, but I need to interact with other people than just you two!"
"Hey! I only talk to you and Steve and I'm doing just fine" Bucky defended himself.
"What about Natasha?" Steve wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at him.
"Don't bring up Natas-" Bucky started passionately
"I'm leaving!" You announced before an argument broke out. "Love you boys! Have fun on your date! I hope you hold hands and kiss each other's foreheads!"
Steve and Bucky stared at each other as you walked out of the room. The door closed behind you, and your foot steps faded until completely inaudible to either of their heightened ears.
"Why are you actually here, Buck?" Steve asked.
"You're in love with her." He claimed deadpan.
Steve's heart sank, but controlled himself the best he could as to not bluff. "Why would you say that?"
"I figured it out last night." Bucky admitted. "I was trying to sleep but my brain wouldn't turn off. I was thinking about the dynamic of our little friend group and it hit me like a train. I had to come confirm it with my own eyes."
Steve puffed out a performative chuckle and put his hands on his hips. "You understand how crazy that sounds, right?"
"Is it though?" Bucky raised an eyebrow while standing up from his spot on the floor. "I never noticed it until today. Your eyes physically twinkle when you look at her. Your cheeks have been pink since I got here, and you never stopped smiling until she left the room. Encouraging, sweet, considerate..."
"It's my job to be encouraging towards her, Buck. I'm her boss." Steve huffed, feeling annoyed and attacked by this conversation.
"Why won't you admit it?" He asked.
Steve stopped in place and noted Bucky's furrowed brows. "Wait, why do you seem so upset about this?"
"I'm not upset." Bucky denied, shaking his head. "But if you're actually pining after her, Punk..."
"What?" Steve's heart was pounding.
"Do you like her?" Bucky asked one more time, his tone was nothing but serious. His face was stone cold.
"I'm her boss." Steve slumped. "There's a power imbalance, I can't break her trust."
"And if she joins the Avengers?" His head tilted.
"She just got out of a relationship."
"It's already been a month since then." Bucky insisted. "Steve, this is between me, you, and the grave. I'm serious."
Steve threw his head back with a groan. It had been a while since he had seen Bucky this worked up about anything, so he knew it was important. But getting the admission to slip past his tongue felt morally wrong and partially impossible.
"Steve."
"Yes." He said simply, staring up at the ceiling.
"How long?"
"How long what?" Steve sighed.
"How long have you had feelings for her?"
"Since the day I met her..." Steve mumbled.
"Oh my-"Bucky rubbed his face with his hand before running his hand through his hair. "You hid it too well."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Steve froze up as his mind ran laps around Bucky's behavior. He already knew what was coming before he could admit to it.
"You're going to hate us, but I need to tell you something..." Bucky said apologetically.
Meanwhile, you were having a fantastic time with Agent 563, Clara. Though the two of you were friendly around the compound, you never had the chance to actually sit and have a long conversation with her before. Both of you getting the chance to vent about the workplace environment and culture to someone who actually understood what it was like to experience it in the unique way you did was refreshing to say the least.
After dinner neither of you were ready to end the conversation there, so you grabbed ice cream on the way back, and walked the whole way home together. At a certain point, work was a topic long forgotten as you two bonded over other similar interests like movies, hobbies, family, you two even shared the same love for video games.
By the time you made it back to your apartment, there was a smile on your face and a lightness to your heart you hadn't felt in a while. It was obvious that work was making you feel heavy and alone for a while, but you didn't realize how bad it actually was until you got away from it.
That smile was wiped off your face when you opened the door to Steve sitting on your couch with a stiffness in his body and an anger on his face you had never seen before.
"Hey, are you alright?" You immediately asked as his head snapped over to you the second the door opened.
Alarm bells were instantly ringing. Your heart dropped into your stomach, and raced with a speed you didn't quite know was possible.
You had given Steve and Bucky a key to your place just like you had keys to theirs, but the three of you typically hung out at Steve's place. Either of them coming to your apartment was a rare occurrence, and them ever using your key was even more rare.
Steve watched you kick off your shoes and hang up your purse, he felt so many emotions all at once that he couldn't even begin to get the words out.
You hesitantly approached, he still didn't answer. "What's wrong?"
"Why didn't you tell me?" Steve questioned. His tone very obviously gave away his state of emotion, it only made you feel more anxious.
You had a suspicion what this was about, but number one rule as an agent was to never incriminate yourself. "Tell you what?"
"Don't do that with me." Steve denied. "Bucky already told me. I don't understand why you guys would do that and keep it from me."
Your posture slumped knowing that this reaction was exactly why you and Bucky decided to keep a dirty little secret from Steve. So you sat down on an armchair next to the couch he sat on so you could explain.
But, he didn't even give you a chance to defend yourself before he spoke again. "Did either of you even consider how hooking up with each other would affect me?"
"Hey now, let's get some facts straight." You didn't let him go any further. "I feel like the term hooking up is giving what we did way more credit than what it was worth, and yes, we did consider you, which is why we both agreed we weren't going to tell you."
"Great, thank you so much for the consideration. That makes me feel really secure in my friendships with both of you!" Steve said sarcastically, feeling betrayed and admittedly heartbroken beyond words.
"Wait" You shook your head. "I know that sounds bad, but you have to understand that we all have different morals and personal opinions when it comes to sex and we knew you wouldn't understand."
"What is there to not understand?" He questioned. "You two had sex with no regard to how it would effect our friendships with each other."
"First of all, it wasn't sex, there was no penetration." You corrected. "Second of all, we didn't think it would effect our friendships because that's all we are to each other."
"I don't care about the details or what actually went down between you. Had either of you told me you liked each other from the get go it wouldn't have been a problem. I would've been happy for you two." He grumbled.
"We don't like each other." You denied. "We were just at the right place at the right time, things moved fast, and that's that. There's no romance happening, nothing to make social group weird. We all know Bucky likes Natasha."
"Well it's weird now." Steve glared at you.
"What do you want me to do now? It already happened, I can't go back and change it." You noted. "Want me to suck your dick too and call it even?"
"This isn't funny and I really don't appreciate that comment." He scoffed.
"It wasn't weird for you until Bucky opened his mouth, huh?" You asked him. "Was it weird for you two weeks ago when it actually happened?"
"I don't care." He swallowed thickly.
Feeling quite taken back by his behavior, and a little more that a little annoyed that Bucky spilled the beans, your attitude came out. "I'm a grown woman capable of making grown choices, and I don't owe you an explanation of what I choose to do with my body, Steve."
"No, you don't." He agreed, but you made him snap. "But I'm feeling betrayed and disrespected by the two of you, and that, I do feel like I'm owed an explanation for."
"Are you mad at Bucky too?" You snapped right back. "Huh? Did you yell at him?"
"He told me the truth." Steve rationalized.
"Yeah, well I never lied to you." You pointed out. "And why did Bucky feel the need to tell you what we did privately? Huh? Do you feel like I'm allowed to feel betrayed and disrespected for him going against our word?"
"I'm not here to tell you how to feel. I'm here to try and rationalize any of the choices we're making right now." He raised his voice. "My friends are the only family I have, and I refuse to lose a friend I've already lost many times before over a stupid choice."
Just with that one sentence, he broke your heart. "And that right there, is exactly why I thought it was okay in the first place." You growled as all of your self defenses came rushing in to protect you from the words you always knew to be true but never wanted to admit.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm expendable to you and Bucky. I always have been." You stood up from your spot next to him. "You say you're upset because you didn't want to ruin the dynamic of the friend group but guess what? The dynamic has always been you and Bucky hanging out and me just kind've being there. You'll always choose each other, and everyone will always choose someone else over me."
"That's not true." Steve denied. Although he was seeing red with anger, your words made him sad for you.
"I'm never anyone's first choice, Steve. You'll always choose Bucky, Bucky will always choose you. My sister will choose her husband, Harvey will always choose literally anything but me. Nobody else here is willing to be my friend because it's like social suicide, and I had to completely isolate myself from my normal civilian friends for this job." You explained. "I'm the best agent so I get used and abused and harassed out of the pack, but if I become an avenger I'll be singled out as the worst one. You and Bucky claimed you'd always have my back but now I know that's not true."
"Stop saying that." Steve shook his head.
"Nobody wants me." You spat, Steve could tell you believed that to be true.
It shattered his already broken heart, because if you had even the slightest clue of how bad he wanted you, you'd never say those words again. But he couldn't tell you, it simply wasn't an option.
"Nobody wants me ever but that night, Bucky wanted me. So forgive me for latching onto any ounce of human connection I can get these days. That choice was never about you, and I'm sorry that it hurt your feelings but I'm struggling more than I ever have and right now I need to put me first."
"Bucky and I have always loved having you around."
"That might be true, but you proved my point with your own mouth." A single tear fell down your cheek, but you wiped it away just as fast as it fell. "You said you weren't willing to lose Bucky. But right now it feels like you're willing to lose me."
"Don't be mad at him." Steve shook his head.
"He had no right telling you that without consulting me first." You denied. "Unless he broke some kind of code or something there was no rea-" Your own words made reality wash over you like an angry ocean wave trying to swallow you whole. "Oh my god."
"No-" Steve shook his head.
"He broke bro code, didn't he?" You asked Steve, feeling suddenly nauseous.
Steve felt nauseous too. His brain couldn't think of anything but the truth at the moment, but he was horrified. Though he tried to formulate the correct response, nothing felt right at the moment. "You slept in my bed."
"Oh my god." You took a slow step back, unable to process what information you were just receiving. He watched as your face turned just as red as his. "You like me?"
A billion different things came to mind. So many scenarios, so many possibilities, every single time you suppressed your own feelings for Steve because you never thought a man like him could ever love you. It was wrong. Yet all this time, he was harboring a secret of his own. And even then it was still wrong.
"You slept in my bed while you had a boyfriend." Steve spoke so firmly you swore you could feel the bass vibrating the floor.
"This whole time you we're hoping I'd jump right into your arms after breaking things off with Harvey?"
Steve knew where this was going, and the look on your face was just as horrified as he felt. Your lip was wobbling, your hands were shaking, and with every statement you took a step back. "No. But I did think that there was enough happening between us that you wouldn't go for Bucky."
"I slept in your bed because I trusted you, you asshole." You cried, pointing a finger at him. "I slept in your bed while staying with Harvey because he was the only man crazy enough to actually love me and I didn't ever think anyone would be crazy enough to love me ever again."
Steve opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. His jaw hung open for a moment, before it closed, then opened again. "Well then I guess you were wrong."
"I was wrong." You agreed, wiping your face once more as you watched his eyes tear up. "I trusted you to keep me safe in training, protect me against the people who are harassing me. I trusted you as a friend, a confidant. I even trusted you enough to see me naked, but I was wrong."
"This is exactly why I didn't tell you." Steve mumbled. "Because you trusted me and I didn't want to break it. Bucky didn't know."
"So let me get this straight. You had a secret that you kept from both of us, but Bucky's actions are excusable because he didn't know. My actions are inexcusable but I also didn't know, and we did the exact same thing together?" You asked. "You spend a lot of time talking shit about men's double standards around the compound for someone who turned around and is treating me the exact same way."
"I'm trying to talks through this so we can all go back to being friends."
"You we're never my friend." Your words cut through his heart like a knife. "You we're someone being nice to me in hopes of getting in my pants one day."
"No, that's not true." Steve pleaded, blinking back tears. "Our friendship means a lot to me. That's why I'm this upset in the first place."
"I don't think I can ever go back to being just friends with your or Bucky ever again." You cried. "All of you guys here are the same, I can't do this anymore."
Steve watched you clutch your stomach, as you spun on your heels and walked straight for the door. Little did he know, you felt so nauseous you were trying your hardest not to throw up.
"So that's it?" Steve asked, standing up from the couch. "You're going to throw away everything the three of us have built together as friends because we can't have a rational conversation?"
"A rational conversation? You can't even admit that you're only mad at me because you wanted to get into my pants and now you feel like you can't because Bucky got me first." You turned around to look at him. "That's all I am to anyone. That's the only relationships I've been able to form since I've gotten in this compound. You, Bucky, Harvey. I'm not a human to you guys, I might as well just be a glory hole."
"You're misunderstanding me." Steve shook his head, eyebrows raising upward like a sad puppy.
"That makes two of us." You turned back around and grabbed your packed duffel near the door that you always kept for emergencies.
"I care about you, you know that right?"
"It sure doesn't feel like it right now." You denied his claim.
"Where are you going?" Steve asked. "This is your house."
"The compound has never felt like home to me." The door swung open. You didn't even look back at him before stepping through the doorway. "Don't worry about where I'm going, just say the fuck away from me."
And just like that, the door slammed behind you and rattled the ground. You set off like a storm on the other side, and Steve was left on his own to crumble. Only when he was sure you were gone for good did he let tears fall down his face.
Trying your absolute hardest to hold it together you rushed through the compound hallways, desperately trying to avoid seeing anyone you knew before you made it to your car.
You didn't have it in you to have a face to face conversation with Bucky at the moment, but you did feel like you needed to tell him that the friendship was over, so you called him instead.
"Hey, bug." He answered sympathetically.
"Why did you tell him?" You cried.
"I had to." There was a deep sigh from the phone line. "What did he tell you?"
"Why the fuck are you protecting him?" You asked. It was admittedly a little harsh, but Steve had already amped you up.
"So he told you everything." Bucky stated. "I figured out he was in love with you last night. I couldn't in good conscience keep our secret anymore. He needed to know because the longer we kept it from him the worse this would've been."
"He doesn't love me, Bucky." You denied. "What he did wasn't love. It was control, and it was power, but it's not love."
"I can tell you're upset with him, but I don't think that was his intention." Bucky calmly denied. "Give it a few days to settle, alright? You can be mad at us all you want and I understand why, but emotions are high right now and it seems like both you and Steve are villianizing each other."
"I'm going to be gone for the weekend." You stated, needing to set firm boundaries. "I love you, but you hurt me and I need to get away."
"I'm sorry, bug. I really am." He apologized.
"You, Harvey, and Steve will all be blocked from reaching me unless it's during work hours. And as of now, I can't be a friend of yours."
"I understand" Bucky accepted the repercussions of his actions, though he was sad about it. "I hope you know we care a lot about you. I'm sorry this is all happening this way, but I still want you to be safe. Will you let someone know where you're going? Maybe Commander Bennett?"
"Yeah, I will." You agreed, feeling relieved that at least Bucky was being rational. "I hope in a little while we can figure this out between you and I, but it's going to take some time."
"I hope so too." He agreed. "Stay safe, and be smart. I'm here for you whenever you're ready."
You hung up, drove off, and the second the compound was in your rear view mirror it felt like the weight of the world was off your shoulders.
The weekend came and went simultaneously way too fast, yet painfully slow at the same time. You stayed with your sister who welcomed you with widely opened arms, and really took the time to listen to you when you spoke. She let you get it all out, she wiped your tears, then by morning you'd put on a brave face for Luca.
Spending a lot of quality time with him was truly the only reason you hadn't fully lost your mind. By Monday you felt well enough to face the shit show that was work, but it didn't last very long.
You had made it a whopping 4 hours into the work week before getting sent to Steve's office with an ice pack pressed to your cheek and Commander Bennett opening the door for you.
Steve looked up as the two of you entered, but your eyes were glued to the floor. You didn't need to look around to see where the chair was. You already knew.
He hoped that Bennett couldn't feel the thick tension that filled the room, but it was unusual for him to follow you to his office, and he did take note of how bad you looked.
Well, unfortunately for him he always thought you were stupidly beautiful, but your eyes were swollen. You looked exhausted, drained, and nothing like your usual fiery self.
"We need to do something about 212." Commander Bennett cut straight to the chase. "We can't keep cutting into her work time and having her get hurt because 212 and all his awful friends are picking on her."
"What happened?" Steve asked, trying to see what was under the ice pack.
"I saw them trip her with my own eyes. I don't know if they thought I wasn't watching, or if they thought they were being sly enough that I wouldn't notice, but this cannot continue." He stood firm. "Poor thing smacked her face against the floor, but she still is claiming that reprimanding them will make it worse. So what's the solution?"
Steve sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Do you have any ideas, Commander?"
"Give them one more strike. Let them all know that if they pull this again one more time before evaluation we will disqualify them from taking the test." He suggested. "That includes physical, and verbal attacks."
"That's a really good idea, thank you." Steve agreed. "I'll talk to them today."
"Are you comfortable with that, 306?" Bennett asked you.
"Yes, sir." Your voice was hoarse.
"I'm going to give her the option of cutting her work day short or continuing her training, but no matter what we all know she doesn't need more training." He noted. "I'll leave her with you so you guys can figure out your schedules."
"Thank you." Steve said politely.
Bennett left and the door clicked shut behind him, but your eyes stayed glued to the floor. Your options were go to your apartment and sleep the rest of the miserable daylight away, or spend two hours alone in a room with Steve.
You both already knew what the choice was going to be. There was no need to discuss the schedule change.
Steve knew you hated his guts right now, and he was still feeling hurt by you, but it took a few moments for it to dawn on him that he still needed to be a boss and a leader regardless. So he put his best foot forward.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
There was barely any compassion in his voice, he might as well have been a robot, so you didn't bother responding. You didn't even bother looking at him.
"Would you like to talk about the incident?" He pushed.
"No, Captain." You responded, coming to the same awareness that he was still your boss.
Your use of his title and refusal to look at him felt like a shot to the heart. "Would you like to be relieved of duties until tomorrow?"
"Yes, Captain."
"You are dismissed."
Just like the last time he saw you, you walked out on him without as much as a glance back knowing the next time you'd be forced to see him would be evaluation day.
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Sleeping Beauty
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Like in the fairytales, Villain had fallen victim to a strange type of curse that was quickly nicknamed "The Sleeping Beauty Spell," which put anyone to sleep unless otherwise awoken by a special person. If anyone knew this spell, they knew it truly did not come off. Chariot Wind was plenty of evidence for that; her Sleeping Beauty spell lasted a whopping eight months before an old flame had taken it upon themselves to save her.
As soon as Hero heard about Villain's dilemma, their focus totally shifted to the ongoing dispute concerning who Villain's true love was. They would be lying if they said they weren't confident it had to be them, not some long lost ex or a close friend Villain had often come into contact with.
The situation had allowed for several selected persons to take part in the race to save Villain. Suitors from everywhere Villain's friends could find had come to visit them over the past two weeks, and as the 30th person or so failed, people began becoming desperate. Even Hero, who now found themselves sneaking right into Villain's base and curving the halls leading up to Villain's room, their breath held in their own throat as two passing guards just barely missed them hiding within the shadows.
At the far side of the hall was a tall door, clearly marked as Villain's quarters, where they would be held until the next prospected suitor. Hero's stomach did a flip as they quickly approached it and turned the handle. They took a deep breath and walked inside the spacious room where a large bed sat centred.
It was very formally dressed for a simple resting place, but Hero didn't have time to wonder. Their shoes clicked lightly around the bed frame and grazed their fingers across the pale thin veil encircling the bed. They pulled it back slightly to reveal Villain's sleeping figure, completely relaxed under their gaze like they'd never seen before. Usually, Villain were so rigid and tough that it had instinctively given Hero the impression that they would never be left vulnerable, yet here they were.
"I should make this quick." They mumbled and pressed a knee onto the mattress, letting it sink under their weight as small wrinkles formed around the smooth bedsheet; Hero's hands rested on either side of Villain's shoulders as their heart beat quicker. It felt so unexpected and wrong to be there without their permission, and they shouldn't be here, but they couldn't stay away, they had to know if it was them.
Hero's head came closer until their lips met Villain's own. It wasn't a spark or even a flicker when Hero kissed them; it was a mess of nerves and crawling anxiety from the pits of their stomach as they worriedly waited if it had worked.
Within a few seconds, they heard Villain stir awake as a flutter came through their chest, and their heart leapt out in both fear and fascination when Villain's eyelids opened slowly.
"HeroâŠ" They groggily whispered as they began to awaken. With tears brimming in their eyes, Hero had leaned down and wrapped their arms around them with relief.
"You're okay." The sniffled into Villain's shirt. "I thought it wouldn't work."
Villain lay there, too stunned and confused, as they carefully analyzed their surroundings; it was their quarters. It looked slightly off, maybe a bit fancier, but the place was familiar nonetheless. "I don't understand," The mumbled, still dazed.
Hero pulled back, with a satisfied smile still. "You were hit with the Sleeping Beauty spell," Hero laughed slightly, "You really did sleep like a princess."
"Me?"
They nodded, "And then everyone kept trying to wake you up, you were asleep for two whole weeks, Villain."
With the realization, Villain sat up and brushed a finger to their lips, the gesture made Hero shift in their spot as their face glowed bright red, "Hope you don't mind, I just wanted to help." They looked down to their lap while blinking awkwardly at the situation.
"I see." They nodded slowly. The room held onto the moment for longer than either of them could manage, They were okay, and Hero did exactly what they wanted. "Well, I guess I owe you now." Villain said, "I always thought that you and I--"
The door handle jittered, and they both froze. Hero didn't expect anyone to come in today.
"Oh, shit!" They desperately looked around the room for a place to hide.
"Over there!" Hero managed to stumble out of bed and jump onto the bedside table, opening the vent above the bed and jumping inside. There would be an exit a little further down to aid in their escape.
The door opened as soon as Villain swung their legs over the bed.
"In here?" A voice carried out into the room. Two people entered a guard and yet another potential candidate for the day. It was a young woman with blonde hair and a white skirt.
The two of them stopped in their tracks as they saw Villain sitting calmly at the edge of the bed. "Good morning."
"You're awake!" She yelled and looked behind her to the guard, "How?!"
The guard shrugged, "I⊠I've never seen. I need to tell the others." They quickly dashed out of the room as the young woman moved in front of Villain.
"Villain! Who did this? Who woke you up?"
Their eyes traced the lines of the walls behind her as they hummed in thought, "It's a world full of surprises."
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