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My One and Only

Genre: Fluff, Smut, small Angst if you squint

Rating: 18+

Aus/Tropes: College Au, Non-idolverse

Pairing: Leedo x fem! reader

WC: 7.9k ( I gave it plot and overdid it whoops 😃)

Sexual Warnings: Oral Female Receiving, Fingering, Unprotected Sex (use protection unless you want babies), Slight Hair Pulling, Marking, Creampie, Praise Kink

Oneshot Warnings: Alcohol consumption (but no drunk sex also drink responsibly if you're legal to drink), Jealousy, possessiveness (but remanded for it)

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Notes: Okay this one is for my Queen Tay! Tay always managed a way to make me laugh, smile, or just straight up to get in a better mood. Tay has always been such a fun and amazing person to talk to and I truly love any time we get to chat and talk to each other. Tay sweetie I love you so much and I hope you like this gift from me

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???: Um hi! Is this ___? My mom gave me your number

You stared at your phone in confusion and Hwanwoong caught your expression, “ What’s the matter?”

“Some random number texted me, but it doesn’t look like one of those automated ones or a scammer.” You answered as you showed him the text. His eyes quickly scanned it over before humming.

“ Hmmm, you're right. Know anyone you lost contact with?”

“ Well not recently.” You quipped as you texted back.

You: Yes….who is this exactly?

You both wired and didn’t have to wait long when they texted back not too long after.

???: Oh! I thought she would have told you at the very least. It’s me Leedo

You nearly spit out your drink on Hwanwoong as he gave you a look, “ Know who it is now?”

“Yeah, he was like a childhood best friend to me. I lost contact with him when his mother moved and I haven't heard from him since.” You explained as you saved the number in your phone before texting him back.

You: OH! Hi, it’s been so long and yeah mom didn’t tell me anything. How have you been?

Hwanwoong leaned over your shoulder to peek at your phone, “ Do you know if he’s hot?”

You smacked his arm and he pouted, “ I was just asking.”

“ Dummy, I just said I haven’t seen him since he moved and we were kids. I had no way of contacting him.” You said and thought back a bit to when you two were kids.

His parents lived right next door to yours and would always play together. It was a simpler time back then before getting thrust into the life of finals, professors, and restless nights.

Leedo: I’ve been good. My mom told me you were attending the university in town and I thought maybe we could catch up and get coffee or something?…

Leedo: But that’s only if you want to! Your schedule is probably busy so it’s up to you

You smiled at the text a bit. He used to do the same thing whenever he wanted to ask you to come over to his house and play with him or watch tv. A habit of his that he still hasn’t grown out of but you found it endearing.

You: Coffee sounds good to me, but we’ll have to go to the one on-campus cause most of my classes are near it if that’s fine.

You put your phone down for a second only for it to buzz again.

“….Does he have a crush on you?”

“ What?! Why would you randomly ask that?” You looked at him with wide eyes.

“ The only time I see someone respond that fast is when they're in love with someone or they might have attachment issues, but either way that boy likes you,” Hwanwoong stated in a matter-of-fact tone that made you huff.

“ I haven’t seen him since I was….what 8? That’s not even possible.”

“ Okay, so I’ll rephrase it. He’s been harboring his crush on you for years and now he’s getting a chance to finally see you.”

You squint your eyes and give him a look before directing your attention back to your text messages. That couldn’t be it. It’s been too long and you both were kids at that age. It’s been at least ten years since then. He was finally seeing you and you're already a junior in college. It can’t be possible.

Leedo: Just give me a time and place and I’ll be there.

You gave him a quick response before giving your attention back to Hwanwoong, thinking it over and shaking your head.

Yeah, that doesn’t seem possible…

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You shouldn’t have been this nervous and anxious just for some coffee. This was your childhood friend, not some random stranger you just met.

It should be nice to catch up with him after so long. You both are adults now, so of course, things have changed in both of your lives. But it should still be pleasant. Your fingers tapped against the table lightly. You would occasionally look at the glass door. He told you that his hair is currently green, so you know he would have been easy to spot.

You looked at your phone, still not seeing a text from him and you sighed. You hope he didn't get lost on campus. The university was pretty massive, but you hoped you were descriptive enough to where that wasn’t the case.

You heard the door chime and were greeted by a jade-colored head. You saw him scan the room before landing on your waving hand and you watched a grin grow on his lips. The grin alone you found contagious because it truly felt nostalgic.

He easily closed the distance and you stood up. He quickly wrapped his arms around your body for a hug and you smiled, “ It’s nice to see you again, Leedo.”

“ I know. It’s good to see you too.”

Your breath hitched. Oh, you weren’t expecting his voice. His voice vibrated through your chest easily. His voice was deep and it truly made your brain short circuit just for the first meeting.

You both pulled back and decided to walk to the line since you left your book bag at the table you were sitting at. You stood beside Leedo and felt particularly small beside him. He was taller than you and it took everything in you not to keep staring as you moved to the register.

The cashier knew you, waving and smiling since you were regular before glancing over to the man beside you. She gave you a knowing look before you waved her off and ordered what you wanted. You moved off to the side to wait and Leedo took the time to speak with you, “ I’m happy we were finally able to see each other after so long.”

You tried to not let the lower octave of his voice shake you as you smiled at him, “ I know. It’s so weird so you like this now when I remember being taller than you back then.” You heard him chuckle before reaching forward to grab your orders once he heard it. He grabbed your stuff without you asking before he nodded towards the table and you started walking before him. You missed the glance he gave you as you walked away before you sat down at your table from earlier. He sat down your orders before taking the seat in front of you.

Leedo wore this sweater that looked oversized on him with some ripped jeans and the green hair just added pop to his look. He truly became a sight for sore eyes.

“ So what have you been up to since you moved?” You asked him, reaching for your coffee cup\.

“ Well, it’s been normal, but it was boring once we moved. I missed seeing you back then.” He admitted and your grip tightened a bit on the cup, distracting yourself with the warmth of the dark brown liquid instead of his words.

“ Well, at least we can see each other now. What brought out the random text to see me?”

Leedo took a bite of the croissant he bought, chewing before speaking, “ I’m transferring universities and will be going here soon. I’m just waiting to hear back about when to start. I just gotta play a little catch-up with some classes, but I should be fine. I got in contact because mom had mentioned that you were attending here too.”

He watched the way your eyes lit up with surprise, “ Really?! You’re gonna do it here?! Are you commuting or gonna live on campus?”

He sipped from his latte, “ Managed to work out with getting an apartment here for myself.”

“ Well, you should like it here. There’s always a lot to do here and nearby and plenty of places for you to study too. If you need any help with anything then let me know.” You offered him, unable to contain the smile you had on your face. You were getting your childhood friend back after all these years and back in college no less. It was a good opportunity for you both and you were looking forward to it.

Your phone buzzed against the table and you looked down to see Hwanwoong texted you.

My Fav Dumbass😘💞: Don’t get swept up in your coffee date cause we still have our psych class this morning

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you texted him back quickly, telling him you know and plan to go and rapidly cursing him out for calling this a date. It was just a simple reunion and nothing more.

“ Boyfriend?”

The question made you look up at him with wide eyes before you let out a snort at the thought of dating Hwanwoong. It’s not like he was unattractive, far from it. But you never looked at him that way and, you weren’t his type.

“ No no. I’m single. That’s just my friend that I met in high school. He was reminding me about our class this morning.” You explained as you sipped your coffee some more, welcoming the caffeinated drink.

“ I can walk you there if you’d like?” Leedo offered, fingers crossed and hoping you would accept it. He was thankful when you said he could as you both got up and left the cafe, noting the way he held the door open for you.

The walk to class was filled with more idle chatter and reminiscing of your childhood. Whenever he smiled, it just brought you back to the fond memories you two had as children. But when you watched the way he paid attention to your every word or when he would look forward to some reason unbeknownst to you, you remember he’s a man now and a fine one at that.

You didn’t realize that you were already close to the building for your class, noticing Hwanwoong on his phone and waiting for you. He happens to look up and he sees you before his gaze shifted to beside you before they grew wide.

He managed to wipe the surprise look off his face as you both approached him, “ Did I keep you waiting for too long?”

“ Nope,” He gave a short answer before turning his attention to the green-haired man, “ I’m Hwanwoong and you are?”

Leedo reached a hand out that Hwanwoong accepted as he gave a firm shake, “ I’m Leedo. I’ll be transferring here really soon.”

You could see how hard it was for your best friend to contain this info but managed to keep it to him before letting go of his hand, “ Well then I can’t wait to see you around Leedo. Do you know how to navigate the campus to head back before we go inside?”

“ Yeah, I’ll be fine. You both can just get to class.” Leedo answers before he looks at you with a grin, “ Text me later when you get the chance.”

You gave him a nod and a wave as you watched him walk away from you both. Once he was a good distance away, Hwanwoong pulled your arm to get inside the building and you knew what you were in for.

“ That’s your childhood best friend now?!” You had to shush him as he practically yelled into the world.

“ You think I was expecting him to look like that? Let alone sound like that. His voice took me by surprise.” You mumbled back as you drew to the lecture hall for the class. You both sat a little bit in the back but close enough to see the board.

“ So your gonna ask him to be your boyfriend right?” Hwanwoong bluntly asked and he watched your face scrunch up.

“ Why would I make him my boyfriend?”

“ You don’t listen, do you? One, it’s obvious that he likes you so it should be easy for you. But just know if you don’t, you gotta remember he’s fresh meat on campus. He’s a good-looking man with a deep voice to match. Women and men too will probably be all over him.” Hwanwoong explained as he was focused on getting his laptop out, missing the sour look that happened to grace his face.

The worst part was you didn’t completely understand why you made such a face. He wasn’t yours. He was your friend. He could be with whoever he wanted. He wasn’t yours. He deserves a healthy relationship with anyone of his choosing.

So why was the thought of it making you upset?

Hwanwoong quietly watched you and could see all the emotions running in your mind and he chose not to clown you for it. He’ll let it all run its course and save him ‘I told you so’ for when you two started dating.

You both looked up when the professor walked in and greeted everyone. You threw those odd thoughts in the back of your mind to focus cause you know you’ll need them.

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Hwanwoong was struggling. It was happening so often that he barely even had time to prepare himself. It was just the type of entertainment he needed and he was just waiting for it to boil over into something ‘yea’ worthy.

He thought your newfound jealousy over Leedo was quite hysterical, but he had to find the strength to not burst into tears from laughter every single time to avoid getting choked or hit. But how could he not laugh?

You both could be having a conversation somewhere and you’ll catch Leedo being approached by girls and he gives them that smile and immediately frowns. He didn’t know if you knew how fast your facial expressions change but he stays quiet….sometimes.

While Hwanwoong was getting free entertainment from what was happening, you were losing your mind. You couldn’t stop yourself from glaring and frowning at the different people that approached him. You noticed the touches or the looks they give him and it made your blood boil over. But again, why? Why do you feel so possessive over him and care about who he might be interested in? Was it because you haven’t seen him in so long and you were used to it just being him and you? That wouldn’t even be far because you have Hwanwoong.

You heard someone snap before you look back up to see Hwanwoong looking a bit concerned, “ Are you back to earth?”

“ How long was I zoned out for?” You asked as popped a tater tot into your mouth. Hwanwoong stared at you as he leaned back into the booth of the dining hall, arms crossed over his chest.

“ Five minutes. You were deep in thought enough that I took three tater tots.” He chuckled when he watched you quickly look down before throwing a napkin at him.

“ Damn tater tot thief…” You mumbled before hearing a phone buzz and looking to see it was his this time. Hwanwoong picked it up and read the message, a smile gracing his lips as he responded as he spoke to you. “ You want to head to a party this Saturday?”

“ Is it Ravn’s party?”

“Wouldn’t invite you to any other~.” Hwanwoong sang and it made you smile. Ravn was a good friend of yours that you met through Hwanwoong. He was a part of the fraternity and while he flirted with you often, it was just good-natured fun.

“ I’ll go but only because I don’t have any big assignments that have to get finished that day.” You answered as you watched him text the man back before glancing up at you.

“ Do you want to see if Leedo wants to come?” At the mention of his name, you tensed. You gave Hwanwoong a faux smile that he could easily read through.

“ Yeah, I’ll ask him and see if he wants to go too.”

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Now you wouldn’t call yourself a drinker but you needed the burning alcohol to distract you.

Ravn’s party was as lively as it usually is and the man made his way around the place to greet everyone, including you and Hwanwoong. He gave you both a hug, thanked y’all for coming before being whisked away just as fast.

You and Hwanwoong naturally made your way over for some drinks. You usually will hold onto your one cup of alcohol for the entire night.

But then your eyes landed on Leedo when he stepped in. You saw from across the room how Ravn eagerly went to greet him with a handshake before dragging him along with him. He wore a basic white tee and some jeans from what you saw, but you noticed that he dyed his hair again. His hair was now black and his hair was parted showing his forehead.

He looked hot.

You blinked a couple times before taking a big swig of your cup and Hwanwoong watched you with wide eyes, “ Hey! Slow down. The party barely started.”

“ Bite me.” You tell him before taking a little bit more, feeling the burn this time before sitting it down. You were more than halfway done with your cup. It usually takes you two hours to get that far down.

“ Okay but I’m not holding your hair when you start puking.” Hwanwoong warned, almost in a scolding tone as he took a big gulp from his cup right behind you, “ Since you're my friend, I'll drink right with you.”

As time passed, the party only became more lively and energetic. You haven’t seen Leedo once since he came in and with the liquor finally hitting your body and mind, you didn’t care. You shouldn’t be so worked up over him. Yeah he grew up and became hot, but that doesn’t mean he was yours.

You kept convincing yourself that the entire night as you truly had fun with your best friend and other people you saw at the party. Hwanwoong disappeared for a bit, leaving you by one of the couches, saying he’s getting more drinks and to stay put. You giggled and agreed as you waved at him as he left you besides your classmate Keonhee.

Your body turned to the side, facing him on the couch as he chatted with you about a class you shared when your eyes looked over his shoulder. You saw Leedo once again, but this time he was looking down at someone.

A girl.

You watched her lean into him and say something to him. You watched him give a look before she wrapped her arms around his neck. Your drunk mind acted before you could register everything. You had quickly excused yourself from Keonhee, saying you had to go to the bathroom before making a straight line towards Leedo.

He saw you before you were physically in front of him. He saw the way you walked and immediately became concerned before gently moving the girl out the way and making his way to you. Before he could get any words out, you boldly placed a hand on his neck and pulled him down closer to your face, kissing him. It was so brief that he could barely register what you did. By the time he realized what you did, you were pulling him away and to the direction of the door, leading him outside.

The girl watched him leave before Hwanwoong and Ravn sandwiched her in between as they watched the pair leave too. Hwanwoong didn’t even look at her and handed her $40, “ The fact you bargained with me to double the price only for you to barely do anything is a scam.” Hwanwoong complained and the girl smiled.

“ I didn’t expect it to be this easy or happen so fast either. I thought I was gonna make her ‘hate’ me. I didn’t expect her to kiss him.” She answered, stuffing the money in her bra.

Ravn looks over at his friend, “ You think your little planned work?”

“ I’ll bet they’ll at least make out in no more than a week.” Hwanwoong drunk from his cup and Ravn snorted.

“ I’ll double whatever you put in but I think they’ll fuck.” Ravn raised his brow, a smile on his face.

“ Deal.”

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You don’t know where you were pulling him to. Your liquor infused brain just wanted him as far as possible as that girl. Your mind let you believe that you were dragging him when he was really quietly following you before he stopped and popped your imagination as you stumbled trying to pull him again. You tried to pull him like you did before but failed completely.

You turned around, brows furrowed as you stared at him, “ Keep walking.”

“ Not until you tell me what the hell that was back there.” He managed to get his arm back as you fully turned to look at him, “ Do you not realize how confusing all of this is for me?”

“ What are you confused about? I just helped you out of a sticky situation with that girl.” You say with a grin that quickly fell when he simply frowned.

“ Actually, no. She asked me to play along and I assumed someone was being creepy with her and needed someone to act like her boyfriend until he got the hint. But you showed up seconds later and kissed me and pulled me away.” Leedo explained to you.

Oh. Now you just felt terrible. You didn’t even think about that being a possibility. You’ve done that with Hwanwoong in rare situations and with Leedo being such an empathic person, he would have done it for any random woman if they asked.

“ What has been going on with you because ever since I’ve transferred here, you’ve been real standoffish and barely texting or hanging out with me. But when you randomly see me with some girl, you kiss me and pull me away from her and the party? So you're either gonna tell me what’s going on or I’m-” Leedo spoke until he heard sniffling. He looked back at you to see tears down your cheeks. His face immediately softened as you tried to wipe the streaming tears. “ …why are you crying?”

“ Because I’m an idiot that was terrified to admit that I fell for my childhood friend after all these years.” You sobbed into your palms, missing the way his eyes widened as you went on, “ I didn’t want to believe it at all. I just wanted to see you as a friend and keep it that way, but nope!” You looked up at him, a sorrowful smile as you continued to cry, the liquor in your system making you more emotional\ than usual.

“ Every time I saw you with any girl, I would get upset about it. I didn’t like seeing any woman near you and even when Hwanwoong said it’s because I liked you, I didn’t think it was possible. We haven’t seen each other since we were little kids. There wasn’t a way for me to harbor feelings for that long, but the moment you spoke to me after all these years in the cafe, I’ve been feeling like this ever since. I don’t know why I’m feeling like this, but I just know I can’t deal with you being with anyone else and I know I’m terrible for being like that to you. I would understand if you hate me now or something now. The childhood friend you remember grew up to be a shitty person.”

You felt arms wrap around you, gently resting your head against his chest. You felt him rub your back before he sighed, “ You aren’t a shitty person. You recognized that you did something wrong and feel bad about it, so don’t speak so harshly about yourself. I don’t like listening to you talk like that or seeing you cry.” He keeps his voice low, you can hear how the sound vibrates through his chest.

Leedo slowly pulled back before he leaned down and cupped your face, wiping away the remaining tears before making you focus on him, “ I don’t ever want to see you cry in front of me like that again.” You slowly nodded before he moved and kissed your forehead, making your cheeks grow warm before he pulled back. He grabbed your hand before gently pulling you beside him as you both started walking again.

It was silent and it made you fidget a bit, “ Where are we going?”

“ I’m taking you back to your dorm because you're drunk and I want to make sure you get back safe.” Leedo offers a soft smile and it makes your heart want to jump out of your chest. You leaned more into his arm, nuzzling a bit as the night breeze made you shiver.

The walk back was quiet but you barely noticed as you were slowly getting hypnotized by the scent of his cologne. You focus enough to give him your keys to get you inside. He manages to get you to your room without issue, unlocking the door and helping you inside your single room dorm. “ You think you can manage changing by yourself?” He asked, heading to the door before you grabbed onto his jeans.

“…please stay? I don’t wanna be by myself…” You mumbled, looking down at your legs. You tugged him gently and gratefully, he moved forward. “ Just face the wall and I’ll change quickly.”

You missed the way his face flushed as he awkwardly coughed before quickly agreeing and turning around. Both of your backs were facing each other as you tried your best to strip out of your clothes. Leedo tried to find anything else that was interesting until he noticed the placement of your mirror, giving him a good view of your bare back as you pulled your top off and immediately went to your bottoms before he shut his eyes and looked away.

You pulled on a big tshirt before sitting back on your bed, “ I’m done.”

He turned back around and his eyes immediately went to your thighs, liking the way they spread along the edge as you sat there.

“ …stop staring that hard.”

“ I-” He started before he sighed, “ I’m sorry.”

“ You don’t need to apologize. I like when you look at me like that.” You toyed with the shirt as he walked over, standing in front of you.

“ You can’t just say stuff like this to me.” Leedo starts before he crouches down, now looking up as he squatted, “ You don’t know what that does to me.”

You looked at him, swinging your legs slowly, “ Then tell me.”

He stared at your eyes, nearly getting swept away before letting a smile rest in his face, “ It makes my heart pound so loud that I think anyone close enough can hear it. It makes my mind race with a bunch of things and makes me believe that I have a chance with you. It makes me believe that…that I don’t have to be content with staying just your friend as long as I can be around you again.”

You held onto every word he said, even holding your breath at his pause, “ You like me?”

Leedo chuckled,“ I passed ‘the like stage’ long ago when we were kids. I’m honestly in love with you, but I was afraid of losing you as a friend if I admitted it.” He watched you take in his words, trying to give a response and he raised his hand just when you were about to speak, “ I don’t need you to respond to what I just said right now. I’ll wait for however long I need to until you're ready. I’ll stay as your friend until then.”

“But-”

“ No buts.” Leedo pushes off his legs, looking around until his eyes land on your mini fridge, opening in and grabbing a water, “ Drink as much as you can .” He hands you the bottle and watches you drink from it, happy to see that you at least drink half of it before sitting it down.

“Lee-”

“ Come on, let’s get you in bed so you can sleep this liquor off.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and pouted, “ I’m not tired.”

Leedo smiled at you but the tone he spoke in shouldn’t have made you squeeze your thighs together, “ I’m not asking you.”

He watched you reluctantly pull the covers back and get under them. “ Why don’t you want me to respond to now?”

Leedo wasn’t expecting you to ask that. He thought you would just fight going to sleep and nothing more. He sat on the edge of the bed, wide back facing you, “ I won’t be able to accept your answer.”

“ Why?”

“ You were drinking. You might feel completely different in the morning. You could just say that what happened was a big misunderstanding and leave it at that. I can’t get my hopes up.” Leedo gave a dry laugh, his hand gripping his knee to calm himself from getting anxious. He hoped that wasn’t the case, but his heart only heated faster when imagining that rejection.

Leedo froze for a second when he felt your arms wrap around him from behind, chest pressed into his back. He didn’t move an inch as he listened to you speak, “ I’ve always been more honest when drunk. Call it liquid courage,” You let out a small laugh and it didn’t aid the rapid beating of his heart, “ But I’m not gonna forget about this night in the morning or after that. If you want me to make a fool of myself, then I’ll tell you that your voice single-handedly could have ruined me. Hearing you speak made me really look at you differently cause you weren’t that little boy that I played with and was glued to back then. I realized you grew up into an attractive man and that was enough to have me act fucking stupid and not want you around other women.”

You adjusted your body to the side so you could see his face. You brought up your hand and gently turned him to face you, “ Is it selfish to say that even after all these years, that I still want to be the only girl beside you like this?”

There was a pregnant pause, both of you just sitting in it and afraid to make the next move. Your eyes flitted down to his lips before looking back to see he was doing the same thing. You didn’t notice how you inched closer to him, feeling his breath fan across your lips.

Leedo rested his hand on your nape before gently pulling in you for a kiss. It was brief and quick, like you both were nervous about the other's reaction. Your eyes met each other again before you leaned back in for another. He pulled you closer, your bare legs draping over his as his other hand pulled you in by your waist. Your fingers tentatively goes to his hair, nails grazing his scalp and he hummed.

But when you tried to pull him down, to hover over you he pulled away, “ I’m not rejecting you, but..”

“ But?”

“ I still want you sober if we go any farther than this.” Leedo said despite everything in his mind calling him an idiot for stopping.

You were disappointed, but the hopes of another time on the table stopped your pouting. Instead you leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “ Okay but at the very least, spend the night here.”

“ I don’t think I would have been able to leave after all this anyways.” He chuckled low before standing up and going for his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. When he looked back at you, you were at him. “ What?”

“ I only got this drunk cause I was trying to drink away my thoughts of you.” You grumble, “ So technically it’s your fault. Wish I was sober now….”

Leedo smiled before he climbed into bed. He kept his jeans on despite wanting to take them off completely to sleep comfortably. You both were facing each other and you couldn’t help but stare at his face. He reached over, pulling you close so your face is against his bare chest. “ Sleep.”

You didn’t want to admit that you didn’t want to sleep, afraid all of this was just a crazy dream. But with the warmth of his bare chest and the scent of his cologne still lingering, you easily found yourself sleeping against him. Leedo watched you, enjoying the closeness of you two before eventually falling asleep himself

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You grumbled as you slowly started to shift. Your face pressed against something warm and you unconsciously nuzzled into it, wiggling your body to be pressed against it. That’s when you felt it

You opened your eyes, seeing the sun peek through the blinds on your window. You then drew attention to the bare chest you were pressed against before looking up to see Leedo was still sleeping.

You watched him shift and pull you closer before feeling it again. It made you hesitantly look down and you swallowed the spit that gathered in your throat. You swore he went to sleep with jeans on, so when the hell did he get in his boxers?!

Leedo shifted, pulling you closer to him and you tried to wiggle away. Your thigh keeps brushing against him and he groans in his sleep. After more wiggling from you, he cracks his eyes open to look at you. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.

“…Good morning…”

With your tangled limbs, you didn’t mean to squeeze your legs around his one when he spoke. Of course bud voice is deeper when he first wakes up.

“ Morning…” You meekly respond as he pulls you back towards him. Your hands pressed against his bare skin as he looked at you. “ What?”

“ Are you sober now or do you feel sick?” He asked you and you tried not to roll down on his thigh.

“ Yeah I feel fine, but umm,” You didn’t forget what you said last night. You didn’t want to wait any longer, “…Can I give you an answer for last night?”

He made it obvious that he wasn’t expecting you to bring it up again with how his eyes widened but he nodded his head all the same.

You took a deep breath before cupping his face, foreheads pressed together, “ I still want you and I want to work towards a relationship with you. I want you as my boyfriend Leedo if you're still okay with that?”

He smiles, leaning in to kiss your nose and smiling more when you scrunch your nose, “ You know I always wanted to hear you say that.”

“ Really?” Your cheeks grew warm as you moved closer to him.

“ Yes really.” He brought his hand to cup your face, smiling when you lean into him. He looked down at your lips, watching the way you licked your lips. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips.

Your hands went up to his hair, pulling him closer and earned a grunt from Leedo. His hand went down your body to your ass, giving a firm squeeze before grabbing your thigh and hiking your leg on his hips.

He rolled his hips forward as he nipped your lip and opened your mouth for him without hesitation. He rolled your bodies, now being snuggled between your legs as he rolled down and kissed you till no end. His wandering hands made your shirt rise up and you could feel his hands gripping the bare skin of your waist. He pulled his lips off of you for a bit and looked at you with as much seriousness as he could muster.

“ Are you sure you want to continue like this? I don’t know if I can really stop if we keep going.” Leedo asks you and you paused for a split second before you pulled him back down for another kiss.

You spoke in between kisses, “ I’ve wanted you since last night. I want you just as much.” You rolled your hips up to grind against him and he groaned, hands moving up to cup your chest into his hand. He pressed his tongue inside your mouth and you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you felt him tug on your panties. Leedo easily maneuvered the small piece of fabric down your legs, having it hang on one ankle. Fingers dipping down and he moaned when he felt how wet you were already.

“ I barely touched you and all this is for me?” His tone was playful and you swatted at him playfully to shield you from embarrassment.

“ Shut up.” You whine, ready to say something else smart when you notice how he slid down your body, bringing your legs up to your chest as his eyes stared down. You couldn’t help the way you clenched around nothing and he noticed it.

“ You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to have you like this. You look even better than I imagined…” Leedo mumbled and it made you wiggle, which only made him tighten his grip on your legs, “ I’m not letting you get away from me now.” His voice rumbled low as licked a stripe up your pussy, humming when his tongue caught your wetness before wrapping his lips around your clit.

His arms wrapped around your legs as he lapped at your core, keeping you still as you moved against his mouth. HIs tongue flicked your clit before he moved back down and pressed his tongue inside you, nose brushing against your clit. His tongue was exploring every inch, leaving no place unmarked with his saliva as he savored you. He didn’t feel the need to breathe when he had you moaning out loud for him and rolling your hips into his mouth.

Your hands tangled in his hair when he replaced his tongue with his fingers, stretching you open gently as you clenched around him. You covered your mouth with your hands and Leedo simply moved to suck at your clit harder and it made your back arch off the bed. You didn’t want to be so loud in the morning, knowing you could get in trouble for the noise. But with the way he touched you, tasted you. It was difficult for you not to slip up.

Leedo brought his mouth up and off of you, listening to the wet squelch sound from fingering you fast as he came up to kiss at your throat. You turned your neck to the side to let him kiss you more as you tried not to close your legs around his hand. “ Are you gonna cum already?” Leedo’s voice rang in your ear and you clenched around his fingers just at the tone and he noticed, “ Do you like listening to my voice that much?”

You didn’t answer him, so he curled his fingers to brush against your g-spot. You turned to him wanting to hit him,but he pressed inside a spot again and you moaned, making him smile before he pulled his fingers out. “ Why would you-”

You watched him pull back and push his boxers down before tossing them somewhere, watching the way his cock bounces out before looking at you,

“ If you're gonna cum around something, I want it to be this.”

You weren’t trying to stare but you couldn’t help it as you watched him get situated between your legs before he made you look at him, his expressions soft, “ You still want to keep going?”

“ Please?” You ask and he leans back down to kiss you and you hummed. You felt his tip rub against you and you spread your legs even more for him as he used his hand to guide himself inside of you, slowly pressing forward until he bottoms out. He swallowed the shaky moan you let out from being stretched before pulling away and resting his head against your shoulder. “…fuck you feel so good already…”

Yours arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled his body close, rolling your hips to get him to move. He pulled his hips back before thrusting back fast, making your breath hitch. You had your head pressed against each other’s forehead as you made little sounds from each thrust. You mouth slightly agape as you felt the tip of his cock brush against a sweet spot inside and you clench, making him groan low in his throat which only made you clench more. “ I knew you liked my voice.” He leans into your ear, his warm breath fanning against the shell of your ear.

“ If you liked hearing me that much, I won’t stay quiet for you.” He grins as he thrusted faster, letting you hear every moan or pant that comes from his throat and it just turns you on even more. He nipped your ear a few or dipped to your throat to place light marks as your broken moans only fueled him.

He slowed to turn you both to the side, facing each other and still inside as he hooked one of your legs up and started to thrust into you again. You felt the way his cock slide justg a bit deeper inside, making you cry out, forgetting to stay quiet as he held your hips and pulled you down to bottom out each time.

“ L-leedo-” You warned. Your last orgasm never subsided and you felt your stomach coil as you looked up at him.

“ I know, baby. You can cum whenever you're ready.” Leedo coos as he kiss your neck not slowing as he fucked you through your orgasm, legs spasming as you tried to focus on him until he slowed down for you.

You panted, trying to catch your breath until you looked at him, “ You didn’t cum yet.”

“ I know, but if you're tired, I’ll be fine.” He answers but your frown. You surprised him when you managed to get him onto his back, straddling him with him still inside.

“ No, I want you to feel good too. I don’t want to be selfish with you anymore. I want to make you cum,” You raise your hips before slamming them back down and his breath hitches.

“ Baby wait…” He started off until he groaned again as you supported yourself by holding his shoulders and rolling your hips down on him. You were still sensitive from your orgasm before, but you wanted him to cum too. You wanted to hear how he sounds when he’s close to cumming. You watched the way he looked at you, eyes sucking up the image of you on top of him like this and you could feel his clock twitch when he watched the way your chest bounced underneath your shirt. “ You look so good like this…” He mumbles as he holds your waist before moving you to come down harder on him, making you cry out.

You leaned down on him and he reached out to have you okay on top of him before he bent his knees thrusting up into you and having you whimper.

“ Leedo fuck! Don’t stop p-please!” You moan as you curled into his neck, kissing his throat and it only made him moan louder. You listened to how his voice went higher, focused on getting himself to cum. He was getting sucked in and his thrusts were sloppily and with you on his neck, he wasn’t gonna last.

“ Wh-where fuck where can I cum?”

“ In-inside! Stay inside please! I w-want it~” You answer and it only made him fuck you faster.

“ You gotta promise to take it all then okay baby? I’ll make sure to fill you up so well. You're doing so good for me baby. Just last a little bit longer.” You clenched at his tone as his hand slowly rubbed your back and you moaned at his words.

“ I-i’m doing good?” You ask as you look at him and he managed to give you a sweet smile as if he wasn’t deep in your guts.

“ Yes, you're taking me so good. Gonna take all my cum too?” Leedo smiles as you nod as he brings you back for a kiss, “Good, make sure you cum for me too, so I can see how pretty you look when cum.”

You moan against his lips as you move your hips in time and you couldn’t focus on kissing anymore as you just moaned into his ear and it was just enough for him to bottom out and cum inside with a loud groan. You weakly sob as you cum around him, feeling the warmth of cum fill you up.

You felt your eyes grow tired, already close to falling asleep until you felt kisses and it made you wiggle until you faced him to see a big smile on his lips, “ What?”

“ Nothing. I’m just happy to have you like this and I don’t mean having sex with you. I wanted you in my arms like this for so long and it feels surreal to have you like this. You were the one and only woman I wanted like this and to have you here feels like a dream.” Leedo looks down and you smile before kissing his lips.

“ I’m sorry it took this long for you to have me like this, but I hope I was worth the wait.” You grin and it made him grin.

“ You were always worth the wait.” Leedo said and out made you giggle as he pulled you back in for another kiss before your door swung open. Leedo managed to be quick enough to pull the blankets over you out of instinct. You turn to see Hwanwoong with a spare key and some bags.

“ Okay rise and shine! Your lovely bestie came with gifts to help with your hang-” Hwanwoong said as he looked up only to see both you and Leedo staring at him. “ What the fuck did y’all do last night?”

“ Truthfully? We did nothing until this morning.” Leedo answered and he laughed when you slapped his arm and you heard Hwanwoong suck his teeth.

“ Y’all couldn’t wait could you?,” He crossed his arms, clear irritation on his face, “ Now I owe Ravn money.” He put his bag on your desk and sulked.

“ Your fault for betting on me.” You pointed out and he waved you off.

“ Oh please. The only reason y’all got like this is because I paid that girl last night to make you jealous enough to grow some balls and say you want his himbo ass.” He says and he watched the way both of you stared at him and wide eyed.

“ YOU SET THAT UP?!“

“ Yeah, but I didn’t expect it to work out that quickly. Made me realize you was possessive the way you kissed him too.” Hwanwoong sassed and he had to start dodging pillows from you.

“ Out! I don’t wanna see your face.” You yell as he laughed, rushing out your dorm room and shutting your door again. Leedo couldn’t stop laughing and it was contagious enough as you hit him with a pillow and laughed too. It didn’t feel like you too just fucked. It was light and bubbly and his smile reminded you of your younger years and you couldn’t help but lean down and kiss him in between and he kissed you back.

You were happy to have him back like this. You’ll earn your right to be his girlfriend, but if it’s him, you know it won’t take much.

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abeautifulblog · 2 years

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here, have the opening scene of the aforementioned original-fiction monster-hunter-with-selective-mutism story:

It wasn't reassuring when Jack pulled out his phone to call his psychic, and found that she'd texted him forty minutes ago with a message that read, apropos of nothing, Think twice before accepting this one.

That bad? he sent back.

She must have had her phone in her hand, because not ten seconds later it came back with her reply: Or that good! :) Followed almost immediately with, Call me.

Just tell me whether I should take the job.

There was a longer pause before the phone buzzed again. I'm not a charity, Jack. Call me.

He stared at the screen for a long moment, then gave in and called her number. The phone gave a ring that cut off with a hiccup, then an automated voice cut in with the usual spiel, Completing this call may incur additional charges. If you would like to—

Yes, he would like to continue. Yes, he'll press one.

It resumed ringing, and a few seconds later Fischer picked up.

“Howdy, Jack,” she said—too jauntily, given that she knew he was only calling under duress.

There was a beat, the space in which he should have replied, and the dead air on the phone sounded pointed. He sighed, and took the phone away from his ear so he could put the call on speaker and swipe out a message.

Hi, he texted. A few moments later a chime filtered through the earpiece as her phone received it.

“Oh, so that's how it's going to be?” she asked.

I called. Do I take the job or not?

“And what if I said I won't tell you anything unless you talk to me?”

I'll hang up and flip a coin. I'm not in the mood.

“Alright, alright,” she said, placating, as if he were the one bullying her and not the other way around. “Though flipping a coin might be as good a way as any to make this decision.”

Wow, I sure am glad I decided to pay for your opinion first.

Fischer laughed. “Goddamn, friend, you're in a bitchy mood today, aren't you?”

For good reason, but he wasn't up to explaining the whole saga via text.

I ain't paying three bucks a minute to listen to you laugh at me.

I could call my momma and get that for free.

Tell me something specific or I'm hanging up.

Fischer stopped laughing, mercifully, and cleared her throat. “Regarding your employment in the immediate future: unforeseen complications,” she announced, like she was reading it off a weather forecast. “This job you're thinking of taking on—I can tell you it’s going to get messy, and it's either going to turn out real good, or real, real bad.”

How bad is real bad? he asked.

“That you're not coming back from it.”

Yeah, that was about as bad as they came.

And how good is real good?

“The Magician. Nothing less, nothing in between.”

Creation and inspiration. The manifestation of one's desires. Infinite possibility. Although he had to say, it was slightly worrying that whatever she'd sensed in the currents had led her to do a reading forty minutes before he'd even heard the job offer.

“What's the job?” she asked when he was silent.

He sighed, then laboriously tapped out: Some couple got their kid stolen by the fae. It was their own damn fault, but they want to hire me to get him back. I'd say no, but with Midwinter coming up there's no better time to try.

“You'd say no anyway. Why are you even considering it?”

Yeah, she knew him too well.

Because they're offering me twenty five grand for it.

She hummed thoughtfully “Well. I can tell you that whatever your Magician is, it isn't money.”

So does that mean I get 25k AND all my desires made manifest?

“Could be, assuming you don't die.”

Okay. So how do I not fuck it up?

She hesitated. “I’m sorry, Jack, but I don't think it's up to you. The tipping point—the decision that's going to determine whether you succeed or fail—it's someone else’s choice, not yours.”

Well, christ, wasn't that just what he wanted to hear. Jack scrunched up his face and scrubbed a hand over tired eyes. The call log kicked up another minute.

What would you do? he asked at last.

“Oh, I love it when people ask me for advice they're not going to take. I, personally, wouldn't do it, because I'm risk-averse and would rather run a psychic hotline than get into half the trouble you do. You, on the other hand, are a crazy motherfucker whose idea of a good time is jumping out of perfectly functional airplanes.”

He could correct her, but it wasn't worth it.

Alright, then what would you tell ME to do?

“Go for it. I'm curious to see what your Magician is.”

He snorted. And if I don't roll sevens?

“I'll send your momma flowers.”

Pretty sure she'd rather have gin, he shot back, and then hung up before the call could rack up another three bucks.

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writethelifeyouwant · 3 years

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Red

Summary: Y/N has been having an infuriating dry spell in the love department lately, thanks to lockdown, and her roommate Jensen is getting fed up with her attitude. So, he lets her in on a little secret…

Pairing: Danneel x Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: female masturbation, talk of male masturbation, phone sex, dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, lockdown was hard on singletons but great for phone sex operators Word Count: 4.5k Created for: @anyfandomgoesbingo - Sex Hotline AU | @spnkinkbingo - Tribbing

A/N: Requested by @danneelsmain - hope this lived up to your expectations babe! I haven't written Danneel before but I really enjoyed writing this ❤️

“Yes... yes... yesyesyes–”

“Hey, Y/N!” Bang, bang, bang! “Hurry up in there will ya? I’m dyin’ here,” Jensen jiggled the doorknob to no avail, and Y/N was incredibly thankful she’d remembered to lock it this time.

I’m dying here, Y/N thought to herself, pulling the shower head from between her legs with a frustrated huff, the water swirling down the drain carrying the fading vestiges of her almost-orgasm with it. She had been so close. Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Just a minute!” she shouted, frustration tipping over into anger. The knob on the faucet was twisted to the ‘off’ position with unnecessary violence, and the shower curtain was attached at one less ring than it had been half an hour ago when it was yanked open to settle against the back wall of the tub.

Bang! Ban–

“Seriously, Jensen?!” Y/N barely had the towel secured around herself before she threw open the door, hastily ducking to avoid Jensen’s knock-in-progress.

“Thank fuck.” Jensen danced around Y/N and shoved the door shut, sending Y/N slipping across the tiles on her still-wet feet and locking her on the other side. The clearly audible hiss of Jensen relieving himself leaked through the door and Y/N growled in frustration, aiming a kick at the door before stomping down the hallway to her room.

He couldn’t have waited ten more seconds…

It had been bad enough that lockdown got them all stuck at home with no possibility of one night stands, or follow-up booty calls to keep her sex drive in check, but now Y/N was having an even bigger problem. She hadn’t been able to get herself over the finish line for at least two weeks, and she had no earthly idea as to why. Y/N was beginning to think that regular orgasms were part of the reason that she was usually nice to be around, because right now she felt like she was one bad joke away from stabbing somebody.

And that someone was likely to be Jensen.

Tucked up into the corner of the couch was Y/N’s standard position these days. She wasn’t sure what was playing on the TV, something as mindless as she felt right now.

“Budge up.” Jensen hit her feet and flopped back gracelessly on top of them without giving her the chance to move them.

“Ow, asshole!” A pillow whipped through the air and collided squarely with the side of Jensen’s face.

“What is your problem lately?”

“You, clearly,” Y/N snapped, pulling her knees into her chest defensively. Jensen raised a single eyebrow, giving her a pointed look. “No, it’s not you,” Y/N admitted, letting some of her aggression seep out of her frame with her words. “Sorry.”

“What’s up?”

“Nothing, it’s fine.”

There was a stiff silence between them, Jensen waiting for Y/N to break and answer his question and Y/N knowing that she didn’t want to talk about this with Jensen but not seeing a way out of the conversation. Jensen had an irritating habit of getting her to open up about things she never planned on telling people – like the fact that she was gay. And now he was about to hear far more about her sex life than she ever wanted to share with someone of the male species.

“I’m, um,” her cheeks were on fire as she glanced up to see Jensen looking back at her with concerned curiosity. “I’m… having a problem,” she finished lamely.

“Okay…”

“I can’t… Do you ever–” Y/N choked on the words every time they tried to bubble through. “So… um, it’s– it’s been a while.” She saw comprehension flash over Jensen’s freckled face a moment later.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“You know PornHub has a whole section for lesbian shit, right?” Another pillow hits him in the face. “Okay, okay, ow,” Jensen rubs his jaw in exaggeration. “But seriously, it’s been a while for everyone. You just gotta take business into your own hands.”

“You don’t think I’ve been doing that?” Y/N hissed, unconsciously checking around them as if someone else was in their apartment who might overhear.

“Well then what’s the problem?”

“I haven’t like,” Y/N made a variety of nonsequitous hand motions that had no bearing on the word ‘orgasm’ but Jensen seemed to get the message.

“How long?” he cringed.

“Like, almost three weeks? And it’s not like I haven’t been trying like, everything, I just… can’t,” she shrugged helplessly. “Has this kind of thing ever happened to you? Is there something like, physically wrong with me?”

“No, no, I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with you,” Jensen rushed to reassure her, patting her leg awkwardly. “This kind of thing happens all the time.”

“So it’s happened to you too?” Hope shone from Y/N’s face that maybe she wasn’t doomed to a life empty of sexual pleasure.

“Well… no, not exactly.” Y/N’s shoulders drooped, hopes slashed.

“How are you staying so sane?” Y/N accused. “You used to be with a different girl every few days before all of this.”

“Hey! I was not,” Jensen was mock offended but Y/N could tell he was also a little proud. “And I’ve, uh… I’ve got my sources,” his eyes twinkled mischievously as he answered her question.

“Jensen Ross Ackles, have you been sneaking out behind my back!”

“No,” he rolled his eyes, “nothing like that.” Jensen pulled out his phone and started scrolling through the screen as Y/N watched.

“Jen, if you’re trying to show me porn, I’m good. Don’t need to see what you get off to,” Y/N shuddered at the thought. A text beeped on her phone a second later, Jensen’s name popping up on the screen.

“That’s my source,” he explains and she opens the message to see a 1-800 number, next to the word Red.

“Red?”

“Red.” Jensen confirmed with a wicked grin, nodding sagely.

Y/N could not believe she was about to do this. She looked down at the number on her phone screen, ready to dial as soon as she pressed the little green button. Jensen’s assurances echoed in her head. Best phone sex I’ve ever had… she actually gets off with you, she’s not just faking it… sounds so hot, and her body is killer in her profile pic. Admittedly, the picture he’d shown her had been really fucking sexy. A slender girl in small red panties and unfairly pretty breasts cradled in a satin bra covered in little hearts, dark red hair pinned up around her face in a vintage style.

Before she could talk herself out of it again, Y/N pressed dial and held the phone up to her ear. It rang a few times before connecting to an automated menu, and Y/N was secretly relieved she wouldn’t have to ask an operator if she could speak to ‘Red’.

Thank you for calling the Sugar Lips Hotline. Please enter your card details to continue.

Jensen had warned her about this part, so she had her card sitting out of her wallet on the desk in front of her.

If you know who you are trying to reach, please press one. If you would like to be assigned a random operator, please press two.

Y/N shakily pressed the number one, and then put the phone on speaker while she was at it.

If you would like to speak with Candy, press one, followed by the pound key. If you would like to speak with Kitty, press two, followed by the pound key. If you would like to speak with Lance…

Y/N wondered if she would still have the confidence to go through with this by the time the robotic voice mentioned ‘Red’.

If you would like to speak with Red, press thirteen, followed by the pound key.

The moment of truth. Y/N entered the number 13 and then pressed the pound key. The line began to ring again.

“Hi there,” a temptingly soft voice slipped through the receiver of the phone sitting on the desk in front of her.

“Hi-i,” Y/N’s voice was jarring in comparison, breaking on the first word she uttered.

“Oh, so I’ve got a pretty little girl on the line today, huh?” Y/N didn’t know how to answer so she didn’t, hands frozen in a death grip on the sleeves of her too big sweatshirt. “What’s your name, baby?”

“Y/N,” she whispered back, suddenly scared that Jensen would be able to hear every word being said in her room. Quickly digging into her pockets she pulled out her headphones and plugged them into her cell. Why hadn’t she done that earlier?

“That’s such a pretty name, baby,” the woman cooed, and now her voice was right against Y/N’s ears; it felt like she was in the room, whispering against her skin. “I’m Red.”

“That’s what I should call you?” Y/N managed to keep the tremor out of her words this time.

“Unless you want to call me something else? I can be whoever you want me to be baby girl. Mommy, ma’am, mistress…” Y/N’s heart thundered against her ribs. She realised that she had no idea what she wanted from this – she just knew she was desperate. “Or maybe you want to be in charge? I could be your baby, your good little girl.” Y/N wished she could see Red right now, watch what she looked like as she purred all these promises down the line, teasing and tempting.

“Is,” Y/N gulped, “is there anyone you want me to be?”

“Nuh-uh,” she tutted, and Y/N could imagine her shaking her head, red curls flying by her cheeks. “This is all about you Y/N. I’m here to make you feel good.”

Y/N felt a lick of heat curl in the base of her stomach, twisting itself around her intestines.

“Yeah, I could use that,” she laughed nervously, figuring she should be honest if she wanted this to work out well. And she really needed it to.

“Oh, have you been feeling a little pent up baby?” Red’s voice echoed in Y/N’s ears. The small vibrations coming out of her earbuds were enough to start sending a pulsing sensation down the side of her neck, worming its way under her skin and into her veins. Christ, it had been too long.

“You have no idea.”

“Well, I betcha we can fix that. Are you somewhere comfortable sweetie?”

“I could get on the bed?” Y/N offered, wondering why she hadn’t started there in the first place, rather than at her desk.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Red purred seductively. “Why don’t you stretch out on the bed, get yourself nice and cozy. Maybe prop a pillow up next to you and think about me snuggling you in real close. Wish I could be there to put my hands all over your body.”

Y/N was thankful she was already sitting on her bed by the time Red finished painting her little scene because if she’d been walking, she’s pretty sure her knees would have given out.

“Fuck, it’s been so long since I felt another girl’s hands on me.” She tried not to be embarrassed at how whimpery her voice had gone. If this went well it was about to get a whole lot worse anyways.

“I want to touch every inch of you,” Red breathed heavily. “Run my fingers through your hair, over your neck, down your back. Would I find a bra there to unhook, baby?”

“Yeah,” Y/N sighed, arching her shoulders and feeling the band scratch taught around her ribs, pushing her breast up towards her chin.

“Why don’t you take that off for me?”

“Okay,” Y/N felt her voice shake as much as her hands as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, breathing deeply when the pressure of the garment disappeared.

“Bet that felt good, didn’t it baby?” Red laughed knowingly.

“Yeah,” Y/N agreed, loosening up a little at the acknowledgement of a shared experience, something all girls could relate to. She pulled her arms through the straps beneath her sweatshirt and shimmying the discarded bra out the bottom before pushing her arms back through her sleeves. The peaks of her nipples tightened as they caught on the pills of fleece that now sat against her chest.

“What else are you wearing?”

Suddenly embarrassed she hadn’t thought to put on anything sexy in preparation for this call, Y/N didn’t manage more than an “um…” before Red laughed, a warm sound that melted into her like chocolate against your tongue.

“Why don’t I tell you what I’m wearing?”

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded before she remembered that Red couldn’t see her. “Bet it’s something really sexy,” she attempted to flirt, cringing at how awkward she sounded.

“Well that depends,” Red mused. “Do you like lace?”

“Yeah,” Y/N breathed. She loved seeing girls in lace lingerie; the way the delicate weave of the pattern offered small tastes of the skin it covered, the way you could feel someone’s warmth seeping through such a thin fabric so easily, the way it felt to have someone touch you or suck you through such a meagre sheet of modesty…

“What about stockings?” Red voice broke through Y/N’s train of thought, pulling her back to the vaguely out of body experience she was having.

“Love them,” Y/N answered quietly, trying to pitch her voice the way Red was, low and alluring.

“Well, that’s a shame,” she sighed dramatically. “Because I’m not wearing anything at all right now, sorry to disappoint.” Y/N couldn’t see her but she would bet anything Red was wearing a big pout right now. She wondered what her lips looked like. In her head she pictured soft and pillowy.

“You are such a tease,” Y/N laughed, hoping to disguise the pang of arousal that had shot through her a moment before.

“Yeah, but you like it, don’t you baby?”

“Yeah, I really do,” Y/N found herself admitting unconsciously.

“Are you gonna keep teasing me, or are you gonna get naked too baby girl?”

A throb of desire fluttered between Y/N’s legs, her pussy clenching, and when she squirmed back into her pillow a little she felt the lace fabric of her own panties sliding a little more between her thighs. Her arousal had started to soak out of her and into the material.

“You want me naked?” Y/N’s words scratched their way out of her throat, trying to pull her confidence along with them.

“Oh god, please baby,” Red moaned loudly, but it didn’t sound fake. It was like Jensen had told her, it sounded like she was really enjoying this, and like she was actually getting off on what was happening between them right now. “Want to feel your skin against mine.”

“I want that too, baby,” Y/N’s hasty breaths shook her words. She stripped out of her underwear and shoved her phone and headphones down the front of her sweatshirt so she could shimmy it over her head without disconnecting the earbuds. She didn’t want to miss anything.

“God, if I was there I would kiss all over you. Bet you taste amazing,” Red sighed, and Y/N could hear something shifting over the phone, like fabric moving around.

“Are you on your bed too?” Y/N asked.

“Yep, all spread out for you baby girl.”

“Are you touching yourself?” Y/N’s confidence was starting to build as she heard how much Red sounded like she’s into this, and she couldn’t deny she was turned on too. She felt wetter than she’d been in weeks, and when her fingers drifted down over her stomach its muscles twitched in anticipation of where she was about to touch.

“Where do you want me to touch?” Y/N let her eyes slide closed, and she could imagine Red batting her lashes as she asked - where do you want me to touch? - She pictured the girl she’d seen in the photo poised over her, legs straddling Y/N’s hips as Red ran her hands over her own body, fingers trailing over her throat, fondling her breasts, twisting around the pink flesh at the tips of each, lingering on the soft of her stomach before dipping lower.

“I want you to touch between your legs and tell me how wet you are,” Y/N said between deep breaths, trying to keep her voice even.

“I’m already so wet for you, baby,” Red gasped, and Y/N hoped it was a reaction to her fingers slipping inside her pussy.

“If you were here with me, what would you do right now?”

“I’d make you watch me fuck myself on my fingers.” Holy shit, Y/N couldn’t help the moan that bled through her lips, and she heard Red chuckle. “Yeah, you like the sound of that baby?”

“Mm-hmm,” Y/N whimpered, her own fingers finally making their way between her legs and sliding easily through the slick she found there.

“I’d straddle myself right over your face, so you could see my fingers fucking my pussy, feel me dripping on you.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“And then, when my fingers are nice and soaked, you’re gonna suck them clean like a good little girl, aren’t you sweetheart?” Red’s monologue was absolutely wrecking Y/N, she wanted everything the woman on the end of the line was describing so badly. “Want you to do it to yourself, since I can’t be there to do it for you. Can you get those fingers nice and wet for me baby?”

“Fuck, yeah, okay.” Y/N pushed two fingers inside her pussy, clenching around them wantonly. She must have let out some kind of noise because Red giggled again before she continued talking.

“That’s it, fuck yourself for me baby girl, until I can do it for you.” And fucking hell, the thought of Red actually with her, touching her, fucking her… “Your fingers nice and dirty now?”

“Mm-hmm,” Y/N squeaked, pressing against her g-spot to get herself even wetter.

“Good girl,” Red hummed. “Now suck them clean for me, Y/N. Want you to taste just how sweet you are. God, wish I could taste you too,” she moaned, her breath hitching.

Y/N obeyed Red’s instructions, sucking her fingers into her mouth and twirling her tongue around them, curling it across the dips and whorls of her fingertips. She groaned around the digits in her mouth, trying to make it audible that she was doing as she was told.

“Good girl,” Red cooed again, obviously hearing Y/N’s sucking. “Good filthy girl. You’re so dirty aren’t you baby, bet you’re dripping onto the sheets right now you’re so horny.”

“Oh my god,” Y/N felt her whole body clenching as she pushed her hand back between her legs, toying with her clit and sending fresh jolts of desire to her core. “Fuck, I’m touching myself again. Couldn’t help it, you’re so hot baby.”

“I want you to touch yourself sweetie. Want you to make yourself feel so good.”

“I want you to feel good too,” Y/N whimpered, maybe stupidly, but she remembered Jensen saying that Red got off with him and she wanted the same thing. She wanted to know that Red wanted her, that Red found her sexy. She didn’t want to be in this alone.

“Oh, I am feeling so good baby girl,” Red assured Y/N, her voice brimming with sincerity and whimpers to back it up. “Fucking myself so good, pretending it’s your fingers inside me.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Y/N couldn’t come up with anything more eloquent than that. The more she played with herself the foggier her brain got.

“What are you imaging right now?”

“Thinking about you, you on top of me.”

“You want me on top, huh? Want me to hold you down a little, baby?”

“Mm, yeah,” Y/N sighed, slipping two fingers from her free hand down to her entrance and pushing them inside, keeping her other hand on her clit, rolling it between her fingers. “You could hold me down, grind yourself against me. Use me to get yourself off.” Y/N’s breathing was ragged now, and the fingers inside her pussy sought out her g-spot again, starting to focus their efforts a little more concertedly on the spongy bundle of nerves.

“Oh sweetie, that’s so hot, fuck,” Red moaned heavily, her breath catching on her curse. “I’d grind against you so good. Rub our pussies together, all slick and hot, grind my clit against yours nice and hard. Fuck, touch your clit for me baby.”

“I am,” Y/N gasped, drawing fast little circles over the nub between her legs. “Fuck, want all that so bad. Think you could come like that? Just from rubbing your pussy on me, getting me all wet and dirty?”

“Fuck yes, love rubbing my pussy on yours, love grinding our clits together. I could tease you so good. Go nice and slow, wonder how long you’d last before you start begging me to let you cum.”

“I’m close,” Y/N whimpered, surprised at how true it was. She hadn’t gotten so close to cumming this quickly in ages.

“Already baby? You naughty little girl,” Red groaned, and the sound of bed springs crackled through Y/N’s earbuds too. Y/N pictured Red arching off the bed, fucking her hips into her fingers. “You want to cum for me baby?”

“Fuck, yes, yes please,” Y/N begged, feeling the muscles in her thighs and stomach starting to constrict, heat singing through her veins.

“Not yet baby, keep fucking yourself.” Y/N let out a pathetic whine in protest. “You can do that for me, can’t you sweetie. Fuck yourself on those pretty little fingers for me?”

“Yeah, yeah I am.”

“Good girl, I’m so fucking close baby.”

“Fuck, please, want you to cum. Want you to cum with me.” Y/N’s eyes squeezed tight as small pinpricks of light started to burst in the darkness of her vision.

“Gonna cum for you, baby girl,” Red cried, voice high and tight. “Fuck, I’m gonna squirt, I can feel it. Gonna squirt all over your pussy, fucking soak you.”

“Oh my god,” Y/N felt like she might actually start crying, she needed to cum so badly. She was so so so close.

“Rub that little clitty, pretend it’s me rubbing up against you. All hot and wet,” her voice was breaking, her words short and breathless, and Y/N could tell Red was as close as she was. “Gonna cum all over you. Fuck, gonna squirt so hard bet I could actually cum inside you.”

“Holy fuck!” Y/N’s hips snapped into the air, searching for the imaginary body she wished was there. It was becoming hard to hear through the intense buzzing in her ears. Every nerve in her body was pulled taut, ready to snap.

“Cum for me Y/N, c’mon baby, you can do it, want you to cum for me like the good little girl you are baby, c’mon.”

Y/N was sobbing, wrist pistoning her fingers in and out of herself faster than she ever remembered being able to move, and she felt the walls of her pussy clamping down, trying to keep the pressure inside where it wanted it. And then she couldn’t take it anymore. Everything froze. She might have screamed, but to be honest she couldn’t be too sure, because she couldn’t hear anything except the white light that had flooded the dark space behind her eyelids.

Lockdown became much more bearable after that day. Though Y/N did have to try really hard to not think about the fact that she and Jensen were kind of fucking the same girl. In a way. It was weird. But if she ignored that part, then her ‘dates’ with Red were perfect. She was finally able to release all the tension, sexual and otherwise, that this whole mess had building up in her system constantly. And eventually, the world started to open back up and things started to get just a little bit easier.

Y/N wondered what she would do when lockdown was well and truly over. When the bars and clubs opened up again, would she and Jensen go out and try to hook up like they always had before? Would everything just go back to normal? Would she still want to call Red if she was getting actual sex with a real girl, and not just her hand or a bit of silicone? Yes. The answer was most definitely yes, Y/N had to admit to herself. Even though it was just phone sex, it was still some of the best sex she’d ever had.

Well, Red is a professional, she thought to herself wryly as she spooned some froth onto the top of the cappuccino she was making. The coffee shop she worked at had reopened last week, finally.

“Y/N! Can you jump on register while I take my break?” Michelle called from the end of the counter.

“Sure thing,” Y/N smiled and wiped her hands off on her apron, making her way behind the other baristas to the cash register. She briefly glanced at the line of people waiting to order – a couple of college kids carrying some scary looking textbooks, a portly man scratching his bald patch, a pretty girl with shiny hair and awesome winged liner. Y/N blushed as she caught the eye of the girl, and immediately looked back at her tablet, typing in her register code.

“Hi there, what can I get you?” Y/N’s customer service voice was alarmingly cheery, and the two college guys blinked, startled, clearly still unused to interacting with humans again – Y/N knew the feeling, cringing internally. She made a note to dial the pep back a little.

“Hey, what can I get you?” It was the pretty girl at the front of the line now.

“Um, I’ll have a caramel latte, please,” she answered with a bright smile, red lips stretching across shockingly white teeth.

“Size?” Y/N asked, tapping the order into her tablet.

“How big can you make it?” the girl giggled, and Y/N looked up, something tugging at the back of her mind.

“Um, large?” Y/N answered absentmindedly, trying to figure out what was bugging her so much. The girl just nodded, politely accepting the fact that Y/N had skated over her joke. “Can I get a name for the order?” She grabbed the large sized cup and uncapped the marker, hand poised over the white cardboard, ready to write.

“Oh, sure. It’s Danneel.”

“Danielle?” Y/N asked, her mind still wandering.

“No, Dan– you know what, it’s a weird name. Just go with Red.”

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rantingwriter · 3 years

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Accidentally in Love (Hawks x Civilian Reader) Finale

Trigger warning: strong language, long hospital stay, slight angst

A couple of months passed since that magical night out with Hawks. You noticed his visits after that became more and more infrequent. You weren’t too worried at first, he is a pro-hero he is naturally busy. Now...you just weren’t sure what to think. “Yo, [y/n], how long are you trying to make your scarf?” Hime catches your attention and you quickly realize you made a 7 foot long plaid scarf.

“Oh, shit...uh…” you start to work in reverse to shorten the scarf back up to a more reasonable length. Today was knitting day, but you managed to convince Yumi (the recreation therapist) to let you use your quirk instead of the knitting needles. “Sorry, I was lost in thought.”

“No worries, but what’s got you spacing out like this?” Ayame asks, only making a potholder with her limited (but slowly improving) range of motion.

“It’s-” you quickly check your surroundings before quietly continuing. “Hawks, he hasn’t been by in weeks…”

“He is a top ten pro hero, from my understanding that means they are notoriously busy.” Ayame tries to reassure you, but you have been telling yourself that too much to believe it. “Do you have his number? Maybe you can call him.”

“I do have his office number, but wouldn’t that be weird? What would I even say?”

“Maybe, how’s it going? Just checking in? Hadn’t heard and wanted to see if you are alright?” Hime ticks off options on her fingers, she is doing some embroidery which is a bit easier to complete one handed. “Even just a text would probably help put your mind at ease.”

You nod and finish your scarf up, folding it up onto the table for Yumi to come see. “Maybe after the group,” you continue to converse with the girls and Yumi praises your work when she gets to you. After the group wraps up, you go down to the hospital payphone, your cell is dead and you don’t have enough patience to wait for it to charge right now. You call the number Hawks gave to you. “Come on…” You hold your breath as it rings, your heart sinking when you get an answering machine. At the tone you do your damnedest to stop your voice from quivering with emotion. “Hey! It’s [y/n], I haven’t seen you around and I figured I would check in on you. I know you are probably busy, but...well...I guess I miss you.” You feel a lump form in your throat. “Just give me a call back or, uh, or a text, my number is…” you recite your cell phone number and tell him to have a good day before hanging up. You lean your forehead against the slightly warmed phone as it hangs from the receiver. Your heart is aching, “damn it, why am I so upset about this?” When your landlord kicked you out 4 weeks ago, you felt fine. You had a plan and your friends helped you out. You haven’t been making much progress since that first step, you weren’t upset, frustrated? A tad, but not the same level you got to in your first month here. Hawks ghosting you...just hit differently. You wheel your way back to your room, hoping he was waiting there, but alas it was empty. You set your scarf on the little table and get back in the familiar bed. You go against your better judgment and turn on the news, the silence in the room is just too much right now.

“In other news, pro-hero Hawks has been reported missing after taking on the mission to hunt down the dangerous villain: Live Wire.” The news anchor continues to speak, but you can’t hear it. You drop the remote to the floor with a loud clatter.

Fumi suddenly bursts into your room, “[Y/n]!” Your head slowly turns to meet her gaze, her voice barely registering. “Shit, I was afraid you would see that…” She quickly turns the TV off. “Word traveled fast, Mayu is a wreck and I heard you tried to call him.”

You swallow dryly, “he can’t be missing, he just can’t be. Maybe he is laying low? Or the media is trying to throw them off the trail?” You were trying to think of any possible alternative, but Fumiko somberly shakes her head no. “He can’t be gone!”

“[Y/n], I need you to calm down, take a deep breath for me.” She tries to reach out, but you swat her away.

“There is no way! I refuse to believe it! I-I can’t believe it!!” Your voice is steadily rising in pitch, your breathing is growing too erratic for your own good. Your friend quickly calls for help and your room fills with nurses and a doctor. They have to administer a mild sedative to bring you down from your near hysteria levels of panic. It ends up knocking you out for a couple of hours, your friend returning to work with a note left on your table with the promise to return that night. When you come to, you feel numb, someone you have grown to hold quite dear is missing and you are powerless to do anything. A nurse comes in to check your vitals when your phone buzzes with a message from an unknown number. You wait for the nurse to finish up before checking to see if it was an automated message or scammer preying on the weak again. Shock overcomes you as you read the messages.

Unknown: “Hey, it’s Hawks.”

Unknown: “Don’t respond, I’m not keeping this phone or this number.”

Unknown: “I hope you didn’t see that news report, but if you have, I’m okay.”

Unknown: “This mission is going to be a long one so I won’t be able to stop by. I’m sorry if I caused you any concern, but I was told not to tell anyone about this mission.”

Unknown: “I’m going to trust you to keep this between us ;)”

Unknown: “I promise to make up for my absence…”

Unknown: “When I return, I want to take you out on a date.”

Unknown: “And yes I mean a date date, not some half assed play date or anything that’ll leave you wondering where things are going.”

Tears pepper your phone screen, you felt so much relief and joy at just a few messages. Even if this was a sick, elaborate joke meant to make you think it was him, you held onto hope it was the genuine article.

Unknown: “Just know that I haven’t forgotten about you. I miss you...and I know it is incredibly selfish of me to ask…”

Unknown: “Please, wait for me.”

You nod as if he can see you, “I’ll wait, please just be safe.” You sob, your fingers clutching the scarf you made for him.

Unknown: “I have to go now. I want you to focus on your recovery, don’t worry about me. I’ll see you as soon as I can.”

The last one was sent a few minutes ago, you bury your face in your knees and let it all out. Fumiko comes by like she promised and you have feign ignorance about his whereabouts. You do your best to follow his last request and focus on your recovery. He was working hard, so you would too.

Two more months go by, no news of his whereabouts and no more secret messages either. Mayu hasn’t been herself since the announced disappearance, but she was powering through for her patients sake. You on the other hand have made great progress, you are finally walking. Actually walking! Granted you still need support to maintain balance, but you are able to move your legs again. You still utilize your wheelchair to get around the hospital, but you are doing your best not to rely on it too much now that you are regaining mobility.

After a couple of weeks of steady improvement, they are talking about a possible discharge date. You aren’t sure how to feel, you are ready to be back out and about and get back to your life. Yet at the same time there is still so much to take care of that you can’t help but feel overwhelmed. Rika tries to help by apartment hunting in your stead, now that a release date is on the calendar, but you still need to ensure the job offer is still in place with Best Jeanist.

Before you know it, you are walking without support and you are preparing to leave the hospital that has become your home for nearly a year. Hime and Ayame are so excited for you, both are still stuck for a little while longer, but you promised them to visit as often as possible. You thank all of your therapists, the ones who have been there the whole journey and the ones who only made occasional appearances. Your bags are packed, your prosthetic is in tip top shape, and your transport is all ready to go. Tomorrow, you are going home. You feel more melancholy than joy about the occasion. Part of you hoped Hawks would be back by now to see you off or at least hear some type of news on his whereabouts. You turn on the news right before bed, a new ritual just to see if there have been sightings or anything at this point. Expecting the same old news, you leave it on as background noise and busy yourself with something else.

Breaking news! Flashes across the screen and the news anchor fervently announces, “Hawks has finally returned after being off the grid for nearly 6 months. The villain known as Live Wire now confined to the maximum security prison of Tartarus!” You feel your heart swell, he is finally back! A loud ding of your phone alerts you to a new message.

New number: “Come to the roof.”

You quickly get in your wheelchair and wheel your way to the roof. You throw the door open and you feel your heart skip a beat. It’s him! It’s really him! He turns to face you as soon as he hears the metal door. His face is beaming, “Hey there kid.” The sound of his voice washes over you like a refreshing breeze on a hot day. “You look great, how are things going with treatment?”

You smile brightly, rising up from your wheelchair, you make it look like you have simply mastered standing. When you start running towards him, his face quickly morphs to one of shock. You leap at him, throwing your arms around his neck as he effortlessly catches you. You can hear the smile in his voice as he shouts out, “Holy shit!” He tightens his hold around you. “Holy shit!!” He lets go of you and pushes you back to look at you, his hands still firmly on your shoulders. “You are walking! You-you are running!!” He is a sputtering, excited mess.

“I actually leave tomorrow, I finally did it!” You cheer with him, lightly jumping as his wings puff up and expand outwards.

“I’m so proud of you! I wish I could’ve been here to see you,” his wings start to droop, but you quickly gather him back up and just embrace him for a minute.

“You are here now,” he returns the sentiment, burying his face into your shoulder. You both stay like that for a long time, relishing in the closeness and warmth. You finally break the silence, whispering in his ear. “So, still planning to take me out on a date?”

His breath tickles your skin as he chuckles, “of course,” he leans back his arms still firmly around you. “I wanted to talk to you before this mission, but...shit happens.” He starts to caress your cheek, halting his efforts to tug the glove off with his teeth. His warm hand has a much more welcoming feeling than the rough texture of the glove. “I really like you, more than I’ve ever liked anyone. I know we had a rocky start and things haven’t been the easiest since we met, but…” He hesitates, unsure how to continue when you throw the scarf you made him around the back of his neck and yank him close enough to press your lips to his. He jerks back initially, it takes him a few seconds to register what just happened. When the lightbulb in his brain lights up, he grabs the side of your face and crashes his lips into yours. You can’t help but laugh at his actions, wrapping your arms around his neck to solidify the connection. You are first to break it to catch your breath.

“I like you too, you goof.” You affectionately rub your nose against his and he rests his forehead against yours.

“I’m glad, I was more scared of this conversation than I was facing that villain.” You both laugh as you step back to properly wrap the scarf around him. “What’s this?”

“Something I made for you...think of it as a gift to cover the holidays I missed.” He smiles as he feels the material between his fingers.

“Thank you,” he takes your hands in his and lightly swings from side to side. When this all started, you couldn’t see a future, you felt lost, alone, and just empty. Now, you’ve made new friends, you felt like you’ve regained control of your life, and now you have a boyfriend; bonus points! The fear of leaving the hospital felt so small now, you were ready to get back to living.

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64, 13, 82, 96, 79, 41, and 17

13. Do you think relationships are hard?

getting into them is hard i think and then the relationshipp itself is only as hard as the two of u make it to be i think

17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?

not that im aware of but ive never asked anyone about their middle names

41. When did you last receive a text message?

this morning but it was from my schools automated text maling list

64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?

🥺🥺🥺🥺 yes....

79. Did you ever have braces?

no and i honestly need them there is a reason my mouth is closed in all of my selfies im insecure about my teeth

82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed?

my first kiss is still available to be claimed for whoever wants to take it. prerequisite is you have to take me out on loving romantic dates first and make me feel loved

96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks?

4th of july i went to my friends house and the set off fireworks it was cool it was his bday too

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10-porgs-in-a-trenchcoat · 4 years

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Foxiyo Week: Routines

Riyo had her routine for the first day of the week, and she rarely strayed from it: wake up, eat breakfast, go to her office at the Senate, answer messages, and prepare for her afternoon meetings. Another day as a Senator, where things were planned and very few things actually went according to plan.

However, she could always count on one thing happening right on schedule.

Midmorning, she heard someone outside knock on her office door. Smiling to herself, she got up to answer. Another part of her routine for the day – and her favorite part.

On the other side of the door stood Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard, fully armored including his helmet. He held a datapad in his hands.

“Senator Chuchi, good day,” said Fox.

“Good day to you, Commander,” Riyo returned his greeting with a smile.

“Here is today’s security report for you, ma’am,” said Fox as he handed Riyo the datapad. “Please contact me if you have any questions or concerns.”

“I will, thank you, Commander,” said Riyo.

“Right, good day, ma’am.” With that, Fox went on his way.

When the door closed behind him, Riyo went to sit back down at her desk, and she looked over the datapad Fox gave her. To the unsuspecting observer, it was an ordinary security report: it reported that all automated security measures at both the main chamber and the executive office building were operating within normal parameters, and there were no incursions or attempted break-ins or hostage situations with bounty hunters. Although the words before her were a verbatim copy of the official report Fox delivered to his superiors, Riyo knew he made a datapad just for her and she held it in her hand.

She tapped her finger on the screen just above the day’s date, and another set of text popped up where the security report had just been.

Riyo, getting to see you and speak to you even for a few seconds is the best part of my day.

The words were gone after thirty seconds, and the screen displayed the security report again. But that was enough time for Riyo to read Fox’s message twice over. She leaned back in her chair, hugging the datapad to her chest, smiling and thinking about how getting to see him, no matter how briefly, was the best part of her day.

The following day, Fox sat in his office sorting through his seemingly infinite paperwork, trying to prioritize what needed to be done sooner rather than later. He would need to get started on another security report that was due in two days – did he have an extra datapad to make a copy of the report to deliver to Riyo? What was he going to say to her in that one? It was an important part of his paperwork routine, dare he say the most important part.

Right on schedule, Commander Thorn came bursting through his office door with a small package under his arm.

“Fox, it’s care package day!” Thorn declared.

“I know, it’s the boys’ favorite day of the week,” said Fox. He looked at the package under Thorn’s arm.

“Yeah, that one group of Senators sure knows how to treat a clone.” Thorn handed the package to Fox. “One Senator in particular,” he added, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Shut it,” said Fox as his cheeks and ears grew warmer.

“Still need me to cover for you this weekend?”

“Always. Still need me to cover for you tonight?”

“Always.” Thorn flashed a wide grin and left the office.

Fox turned his attention to the package in his hands, wrapped neatly in red-and-gold paper with a tag reading For Commander Fox. He carefully peeled off the paper, revealing a box that contained a few small cakes, filled with fruit and glazed with a sugary frosting.

On the inside of the box lid, he saw some writing: I hope you like these. Something sweet for the sweetest Commander in the GAR.

He smiled as he picked up a cake and looked it over. He had an idea for what to say in his next message to Riyo.

Two days later, Riyo sat in her office composing messages to her constituents on Pantora. At the usual time that morning, she heard characteristic knocking on her door, and she got up to answer.

It was Fox with another security report.

“Senator, here’s the second biweekly security report,” he said as he handed the datapad to her.

“Thank you Commander,” Riyo said. She reached to take the datapad, and she took the opportunity to brush her fingers against Fox’s as she did. Deep down she cursed the rules that forbade Coruscant Guard troopers from removing their helmets while on duty and in public, for she wanted to see his face even for a second.

When she returned to her desk, she tapped the screen in the usual place to see the secret message that would appear for only thirty seconds.

Your weekly gift was indeed sweet, how can I compete with that? There’s nothing in the known universe sweeter than you.

That was a lie, she thought, because Fox existed.

The following day, Fox sat in his office and checked his messages. He had a few messages from other clone commanders, the Coruscant police force, and the Senate Guard, but there was one in particular he looked for that arrived on that day every week.

He found the message in question, sent from a “Blue Ice Lily” using an account not tied to any official Republic or Senate business. Opening it, he saw the message: Usual place and time?

Yes, he responded. He was never one to refuse her invitations, but there was a strange comfort to sending an official reply. It was part of their routine, after all.

Later that evening, Fox left the barracks in his speeder once he was off-duty. He put on some civilian clothes and a standard speeder helmet with a visor (to hide his face while out in public) and made his way to Riyo’s apartment, making sure to obey traffic laws to the letter.

Riyo lived in a spacious apartment on the top floor of a building that housed her staff as well as a few other junior Senators and their staff. The apartment had an open balcony with an expansive view of the city skyline, and the balcony was large enough to park a speeder. That balcony was where Riyo waited when Fox arrived, just as the setting sun bathed Coruscant in a golden light.

He climbed out of his speeder, removed his helmet, and threw it into the driver’s seat before making his way over to Riyo.

“I hope I’m not late, the hyper lanes were a little congested,” said Fox, smiling as his eyes met Riyo’s.

“No, you’re right on time,” Riyo returned. She wasted no time in reaching up to kiss him, taking his face in her hands as her lips met his. Fox in turn took her into his arms, relaxing and savoring the closeness he had been craving the entire week.

Riyo ended the kiss after a few seconds, too soon for his liking. She pulled away a bit to look up at him and rested her hands on his shoulders.

“I take it you liked the cakes I sent?” she asked.

“They were delicious,” he said. “Send more in next week’s care package?”

“Of course.”

“Are the biweekly security reports to your liking?” Fox asked cheekily.

“They are, I appreciate receiving them,” answered Riyo, the tone of her voice matching his. “They say everything they need to say.”

Fox grinned.

A moment of comfortable, content silence passed. Riyo’s arms snaked back around his neck, and he leaned down to rest his forehead against hers.

“I love the little routines we have through the week, but I always look forward to nights like these,” said Fox, “because we get to spend time together.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” Riyo said softly. She took Fox’s hand and led him inside her apartment.

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yellowvixen · 4 years

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I was hesitant to post this here, but I wrote a 20020 fic about Nick and Manny! It’s also on my ao3 (link in my carrd) and I’ll reblog this with the link later, as well.

21079

January 1st 21079

"17 minutes and 39 seconds. We can make that."

"Yeah, yeah I know. I know. I just want to be sure, y'know, we could-"

"I'm not waiting another sixty odd years," Nick huffed. "We can make it now."

He could almost hear Manny chewing his lip over the phone, and stifled a bubble of hysteria in his throat. They'd spent a millennium training for this, and still Manny worried.

"It's winter though, surely it would be easier to wait until at least spring?"

Nick groaned. "So a few months?"

"Yeah, til March maybe. We can wait a few more months. We've waited for a thousand and fifty nine years."

"Fuck. Ok." Nick paused. "So..."

Manny hummed, spurring him on.

"Have you decided who's running?"

"Nick!" Incredulous laughter. God he wanted to see Manny laughing, in front of him, not via video. Wanted to trace the lines around his mouth, kiss the crows feet by his eyes, run hands through his hair- "You're asking me? Is that how this is working now?"

Nick tucked a leg underneath him as he spoke, contorting himself into his desk chair. "Well, yeah. Me running off without asking is what got us into this mess in the first place."

"Oh, don't you start that again," Manny said, sounding mildly annoyed. "You saved us. We scored because of you! The biggest score in centuries!"

"Yeah..." Nick sniffed. "Still. I've said it before, you should make this call."

A pause. Manny's breath was just about audible. "I... if I run we can start playing again. Properly, I mean. But... Oh fuck my battery's about to run out."

"Charge your goddamn phone! When will you learn!"

"Never."

Nick snorted, smiling. "You ass. What were you gonna say?"

"Oh uh-" Manny paused, and took a deep breath. "Can I be selfish?"

"Please."

"I want you home."

March 6th 21079

Nick's belongings were packed, ready to be driven by van to Manny's house - their house.

He'd been living alone for the past few centuries, in any flat he could find that was available on the field, moving about the country almost aimlessly. Sometimes people would recognise him. Once Manny had scored, their story had been released to the public, leading to a lot of questions.

"Do you think you guys can pull something like that off again?" No.

"If you had only found one ball, would you have gone to all the trouble?" Probably, yeah.

"Don't you want to see your husband?" Of course!

"Why keep playing?"

Nick couldn't answer that one. Neither could Manny, really. They could never find the right words. He supposed it was because they had been a part of this game since it started and they'd wordlessly decided to continue until it ended - if it ever did.

No point thinking about that now, Nick decided. He had told Manny that he would make the run in the morning, around 8. It was 7:30.

He checked his phone again. The last text he'd received had been from the movers, informing him they'd be at his place in a few hours. They had been all too happy to help when they learnt who their client was.

"You don't need to be there, we'll pack it all up for you! Seriously."

"You sure? I mean-"

She had laughed at Nick's insistence. "Yes, I'm sure. Just leave the door unlocked. You've planned this run for so long, I'm not about to make you wait longer."

Nick was grateful. He reckoned he wouldn't have minded just dropping everything, leaving his current flat full of furniture, but hey. It was a good desk chair.

So here he was, at the edge of Boise State's field. Nothing on him to weigh him down: no bags of footballs, no guilt. Well, no fresh guilt anyway. Just his phone in his pocket and a good pair of running shoes.

"You got this," he whispered under his breath. He took out his phone and sent a quick text.

"On my way."

FROM: ADMIN

TO: NAVARRO, NICK

NOTICE OF TRANSACTION

Dear NAVARRO, NICK,

This automated message serves to inform you that the Bowl Game’s officiating system has detected that you are located out of bounds, and have not returned to the field of play within ten (10) seconds. In accordance with Bowl Game rules, you have hereby automatically exercised your option of one (1) second of out-of-bounds time (OBT).

This 0:01 of OBT was awarded on

JANUARY 1ST, 21031

and was exercised on

MARCH 6TH, 21079

According to our records, you have

seconds of OBT remaining. Failing to return to the field of play before remaining OBT is expired will result in an automatic and permanent ejection, without exception.

If you feel you have been sent this message in error, please contact a Bowl Game official.

"BZZT."

Another email. Probably should have turned off notifications, Nick thought. Oh well.

He felt like he was flying. The thump of his feet on the rough ground, the cool morning air chilling the perspiration on his face, the thousand year pause of his heart finally over.

He was almost home.

"NICK!"

He grinned wildly. He was so close, Manny was right there , only a couple hundred yards away.

And then Manny was running towards him, and he'd done it, they'd done it, they were together again- hugging so tight Nick could barely suck air into his still heaving lungs. He shoved Manny back.

"Wait, we're in the field right? We're- we're not still out of bounds are we? I didn't expect you to run too-"

Manny grinned, grabbing Nick's hands, pulling them in a circle, spinning.

"Yes! Yes, we're here, you're here!"

Nick laughed breathlessly, stumbling slightly from the exertion and dizziness. Strong arms held him up, pulling him close for another hug.

Clinging on, Nick could feel the sting of tears begin to prick his eyes and shoved his head into Manny's neck, sniffing wetly.

"Fuck, I missed you."

Nick pulled back, Manny's arms still tight around his waist. Moving a hand to cup Manny's cheek, he sighed deeply and closed his eyes as they rested their foreheads together.

"Man, you smell like sweat."

"Hah, no shit!" Nick chuckled.

They untangled their arms and started walking slowly, hand in hand.

"Well, the shower is available when we get there." Manny swung their arms slightly, grinning.

"Yeah?" Nick side-eyed him. "D'you get it fixed yet?"

Manny studiously looked away, biting his lip to stop himself laughing.

"...No."

"No?! What do you mean, no? It's- it's been- it's been years-" Nick dissolved into laughter, unable to fake anger. Sniggering beside him, Manny squeezed his hand. He squeezed back.

"Maybe now you're back, you can get it fixed."

Nick pretended to think about it.

"Nah."

Manny gasped in mock surprise, using his free hand to try slap Nick’s head, who batted it away.

"What a hypocrite!"

Nick stuck his tongue out. "You love me."

"I do. And you love me."

#this is the first fic i've written since i was like. 14. so it's not brilliant dfkjhkfdg #20020 #football husbands #20020 nick #20020 manny #fanfic #vixenwrites #<- i guess that's my fic tag??

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tickle-her-senseless · 4 years

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Important

Hey all. Just wanted to respond to questions from members of a couple of Discord servers run by the same person following a chaotic couple of days. I’m putting all the info and screenshots (minus names, pics and locations) here, so I can just direct people to this post if they have questions.

I had been intending to just head back here to Tumblr and let the situation lie, but unfortunately the reason given by the automated bot for my ban mentioned “crossing consent multiple times”. Today, friends have been sending me worried questions relating to this, so I’m concerned that the server owner may have made a similar claim in public. Now I pretty much have to say something as that’s such a serious thing to say about someone, particularly on any kind of kink scene.

The mention of consent actually relates to the server owner. Near the beginning of the lockdown, she and I were speaking a lot, she began to tease me in DMs, I responded with a piece of writing dedicated to her, we exchanged pictures - and eventually confessed a mutual attraction. We made plans for the end of lockdown, she talked about driving through Europe and showing me her favourite places. Although her English is perfect, I began learning her language through an app as I wanted to make the effort (Brits are renowned for being lazy with languages), and kept it up every day for months, amusing her with my clumsy pronunciation on calls. Sometimes she would send me explicit comments/thoughts, although I was always nervous to initiate that kind of thing.

One day she sent a message saying that she was still coming to terms with the end of her last relationship and would need to take things more slowly, as she was finding romantic sentiments (as opposed to kinky ones) hard to deal with. Naturally I replied “Of course, in that case I’ll wait for you to initiate that stuff once you’re ready”. At some point afterwards, she sent me a message out of the blue saying “I want cuddles ❤️” and I thought “oh, this is a level she’s OK with” and responded. I think it was the following day when I tried to pick up where we’d left off (without going any further, just cuddling in bed type stuff). She reciprocated and we continued. I also (in an attempt to consider her feelings) asked her if the idea of me posting an old session video on my blog for an American friend would upset her at all. Intending to reassure her about my intentions, I mentioned ”...not wanting to tickle anyone except you and saying no to all of the other UK people on the servers who are asking about post-lockdown sessions”. I also said “I do feel a commitment to you”, which (with hindsight) was probably a foolish or misleading word to use in a purely ler/lee sense.

A week later she sent a message I didn’t immediately understand along the lines of “I thought you were going to let me initiate romantic stuff, you don’t seem to have understood me at all”. I wasn’t sure what she was referring to - the recent story I’d written for her? Use of the word “commitment”? Something else? I tried to talk with her on the phone as some wires had clearly become crossed via text, but she refused for five weeks (citing not being in the right headspace), before finally calling when I sent a message explaining that anxiously waiting to mend the friendship in lockdown by myself for over a month was having a terrible effect on me mentally, and I was going to have to “throw in the towel”, wishing her luck and every happiness.

During our phone call, she claimed that the main issue had been the fluffy cuddle messages which she took to be a serious and repeated boundary/consent violation (citing her wish to avoid romantic talk). This was the last thing I expected and really shocked me. Of course I apologised frantically, repeatedly and profusely. I also said I hoped she could see how I’d made the mistake innocently and honestly when:

- she initiated it the first time, so I assumed it was something she was happy to talk about.

- when I picked up where we left off, she didn’t say “Actually, d’you mind if we don’t today?” and continued the cuddle talk instead.

She said that because she initiated it one day didn’t mean that she wanted to continue the day after - fair enough. The difficult thing to accept was the idea that she felt so violated by the attempt to carry on the next day that she found herself frozen to the point of not being able to say “actually I’m not in the mood just now” and carried on with it, and that I was at fault regardless. She even used the word “harassing” to describe it, which I found very harsh considering my inability to read minds over hundreds of miles. Especially when I couldn’t see or hear her to pick up on body language, tone of voice etc to guess that she was saying one thing but feeling a different way. She said, word for word, “It’s like when someone’s choking you and you can’t speak, you’re literally choking me!” As someone who, as a teenager, was once choked on the ground by my own father until I blacked out and lost bladder control, I did see that as a stretch at best, but chose not to challenge it as she was upset.

I also suggested that, looking back, we probably should’ve clarified exactly what was meant by “romantic stuff” when we almost certainly had different takes on it eg. I’ve cuddled after every 1:1 session I’ve ever had, even platonic ones, purely from the angle of aftercare and a sense of having shared an experience. I was told that despite our different ages and experiences of romantic love, there was only one objectively correct definition of “romantic” - hers.

We went around in circles for over four hours - I apologised over and over while explaining how I got the wrong idea and asking her to understand and forgive, while she tearfully called me a gaslighter, a consent violator, an excuse-maker, a harasser ... eventually I collapsed into tears myself (I’m ashamed to admit), totally worn down, and she softened a bit. She finally said she didn’t believe I’d done anything intentionally, and she still wanted to spend time together in the real world. We made up, spoke warmly as friends for an hour, and I left the call exhausted but relieved. After a few days’ reflection, though, I decided against ever travelling to meet her for real, as the experience had shaken me considerably - and I figured it’d be risky to meet someone in real life when I didn’t trust her completely not to accuse me over either nothing or an innocent misunderstanding. I was still wondering how to explain this to her when things got wild on the server.

A few days ago, a Tumblr user with a stated age of 18 contacted me to say nice things about my blog, which (I hope this doesn’t sound conceited) isn’t out of the ordinary. When she told me she was English and totally new to the scene, I suggested the Discord server as a place where she might make some friends (given the large UK membership) and sent her an invite link. The rest is set out in the mega screenshot saga below, which begins in the staff chat. I’m “SwiftX”, my real name is in teal, the server owner is in blue and her friend and co-moderator is in purple. All other names and locations are in black:

Before sending the last message, I actually typed out five different versions of a counter-argument before eventually deciding to step back. Being totally dismissed and lectured by two people about British labour laws and pub ID measures by two non-Brits nearly a decade my junior was irritating, yes, but the baseless suggestion that maybe I’d done something in private with the new member and was somehow “arguing against” ensuring she wasn’t a child because of that horrified me. As if I’d allow a child access to explicit content to cover my own discomfort - and anyway, I’d done no more than exchange greetings with the girl and point her towards the server, where she was actually verified and granted access to all channels by the guy in purple, not me! After a couple of hours’ contemplation, I politely asked to be removed from the moderator staff, but a disdainful response to my request prompted me to explain it, and why I was upset. Not all of what I said was necessary to say, but all of it was true:

She immediately muted me for 48 hours - “staff disrespect and degrading comments”. Not a problem, I had work to be getting on with. Late that evening, however, her friend arrived in my DMs:

Him: ...it’s creepy that a 32 year old man is potentially teasing a minor

Me: Well I can prove I haven’t teased her, her profile says she’s 18, and the person who exposed her to explicit content was you when you verified her - despite admitting to having had doubts about her age.

Him: ...I’ll drop that subject

Moderator of the year, ladies and gentlemen 🙄 Anyhoo, later that day I received a ban notification from both servers run by this owner, citing “crossing consent multiple times, guilting and being degrading along with causing several conflicts”. I was surprised to feel a flood of relief, but the consent mention really disturbed and worried me, as I’d been under the impression that the server owner had fully accepted that the earlier stuff had been an innocent misunderstanding. Later that day, good friends of mine began sending me worried DMs questioning my record and asking if I’d been inappropriate with a bunch of people, so I’m concerned that the staff may have said something that (deliberately or not) has encouraged speculation. This post is intended to be a landing page to which I can direct anyone concerned about my character so that they they can form their own opinions.

When my follower count began to take off, I became determined to avoid any kind of rift with another prominent member of the community. It’s so frustrating to watch an already niche subculture splinter into factions over needless disputes. This is why I’ve kept names etc. out of this post. If anyone suspects they might know who the server owner is, or actually knows who she is because they’re here from Discord, I would implore them not to out or target her in any way. There are two reasons:

- I don’t want to start a flaming war, I’m desperate to move on and begin improving my mental health after an awful couple of months ... I just need to protect my reputation first.

- I don’t actually think she wanted drama ... I think her genuine perception is that I’ve said something horrible to her. That’s more upsetting than the idea of her trying to smear me, to be honest. I suspect she feels like crap too, and I don’t want to add to her mental load. I honestly hope she’s OK.

Hopefully this will reassure my friends and anyone else questioning my character because of whatever’s been said in that server. I’d also hope that my history of positive interaction here, including being on great terms with everyone I’ve ever had a session with, supports what I’m saying further. It’s a shame this had to happen, but I’m trying to think positively about what lies ahead and trust in my real friends. I’d also like to thank the other members of the server staff who’ve privately sent me messages of support and sympathy having already seen the entire exchange.

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gyldenglor · 5 years

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Humans are Space Orcs - Focus

"Have you seen Peter recently?"

Vy'Keen was nervous. She hadn't seen Peter since the morning meeting. By now he was usually causing some kind of issue - either he had said something that confused and scared one of her crew, or he had behaved in some way that offended someone.

Sophie looked up from her spreadsheets with a frown. "No, captain - why? Is something the matter?" She rolled her eyes. "What, did Peter get a little nick on his finger, and Vy'Tule overreacted again?"

Vy'Keen was stunned. "Overreacted? His external membrane had been pierced, he could have spilled out of it!"

Sophie grimaced. "While that is terrible imagery, I can assure you that nothing like that would happen."

Vy'Keen let it go, for now - clearly, humans had no sense of urgency. "Well, if you haven't seen him recently, I'll keep looking for him."

"Wait, I'll just ping him." Swiping her finger across her terminal, Sophie shifted from the fiscal reports over to the inter messaging system. "Why are you so freaked out about not having seen him all day?"

"Usually, by now, he's caused some kind of issue," Vy'Keen explained. "The fact that the ship has been quiet today is...unusual."

"Oh, come on, he isn't that bad," Sophie insisted. "Yeah, he tends to not think before he speaks, but he's a good guy. And besides, most of the 'issues' are just people overreacting."

There that word was again - overreacting. Did humans think of everything severe as minor inconveniences?

A light ding indicated Sophie had received a message. "He replied - see? Everything's fine." She paused while reading it. "No, no - that's just an update on our order for extra fuel… Oh, hey, we're getting a discount! That's good news."

"Indeed, but it is worrying that Peter did not reply." Vy'Keen was loathe to violate the privacy of her crew in such a way, but she had no choice.

With a wave of her hand, the ship's web of medical scanners came to life, and a screen came up showing the location of all life forms on the ship.

As was expected, herself and Sophie were in the logistics bay, right near the cargo bay.

Vy'Keen peered over Sophie's desk, and, just as the map indicated, Annie the juvenile canine was sleeping on the humans' lap. Vy'Keen couldn't help but feel fondness for the puppy - puppy love truly was a most poliferace contagion.

"Wow, you're using the bio-map? You're really freaked out about this, aren't you?"

Vy'Keen simply nodded in response. She tapped on Peter's name in the crew manifest to isolate his signal.

Surprisingly, he was exactly where he should be - in the engineering bay. However, he seemed… Fatigued.

"See? Nothing to worry about - he's just working."

"Yes, but you humans have notoriously short attention spans. He's probably made a toy out of the engine."

Sophie waited for a moment before rolling her eyes. "Oh, yeah, no offense taken."

"What?" Vy'Keen sighed - another foreign sensation she had adopted. "No matter. I'll go there immediately."

"Alright - have a good one, captain."

The captain nodded and walked away. She didn't have time to ask what the 'one' was referring to, and how it could be good.

When she arrived at the engineering bay, she was stunned by what she saw.

Peter was sitting at his terminal, eyes fixed with the focus of a true predator.

He was typing incredibly fast - faster than should have been possible, given the nature of the human finger.

"He's been like that for hours." Vy'Keen jumped a little as Vy'Tule approached, unannounced. The Kral engineer was a full head shorter than the captain, and with green scales that complimented the Captain's light blue.

"I've never seen so much focus in my life. And he's only missed a handful of keystrokes. Quite frankly, it's amazing."

With one final, exaggerated key press, Peter leaned back when a sigh. He looked up and gave a weak smile.

"Hey captain," he mumbled. "Just working on the course plotting - hopefully this will make it go a bit-" a yawn interrupted him. "A bit… Faster."

"It's quite impressive," Vy'Tule chimed in. "It is a derivative of what the humans refer to as A Star. Except it takes fluctuations of space and time into account."

Vy'Keen was taken aback. "But that has to be done manually, by reading from a network of sensors."

"Yeah, but I patched into said sensors, and automated the process of calculating the fuel usage discrepancies," the human chimed in.

Peter sat upright with a small grin as text flew across the screen. "And done! It worked perfectly - finally." He smiled sheepishly at the captain. "This is my fifth reiteration of the code - and I was really hoping to avoid having to get as complex as I did, but hey - it had to happen."

"Will you finally take a break now?" Vy'Tule pleaded.

"Wait, you haven't taken a break all day?" Vy'Keen frowned. "Even the Kral take breaks, and I know for a fact that humans are supposed to eat food halfway through the day. It's a requirement for your species. At least tell me you ate."

Peter shrugged. "Nah. I forgot to."

Vy'Keen glanced at Vy'Tule, who simply shook his head. Vy'Keen released a sigh of irritation - of course Vy'Tule wouldn't be able to force the human to take a break, or eat food. It would seem that nobody could force a human to do anything - with the exception of herself. And Annie.

"Whoa, you sigh now?"

"Because of you, yes." Vy'Keen stomped over to Peter, and with her imposingly large arms, picked him up and slung him over her shoulder.

"Whoa - hey, what the hell are you doing??"

"I'm going to force feed you like the hapless child you are." Peter had to close his eyes as he adjusted to his new position - the Kral were, on average, around seven feet tall, with most of that height being in the legs.

When he finally opened his eyes, he couldn't help but stare in fascination - he had never seen a Kral's tail from this angle before, and he could really see how it adjusted for her balance, repeatedly flicking and swaying as she walked.

"This is why I can never leave you alone. You always do something incredibly dangerous to your health, or you damage something, or you scare someone."

"Captain, I'm fine! Please put me down - you're starting to worry me."

"*Me?* Worry *you?* You're malnourished, you stupid human - you're going to get sick!"

Peter tried to argue further, but his protests fell on deaf ears.

At this point, the commotion had drawn some attention. A few crew members watched for a moment as the captain passed by, but didn't pursue. They had learned by now to steer clear of human shenanigans, especially when Peter was involved.

Meanwhile, the other nine humans on the ship were on their way to get Peter from the engineering bay for dinner. A lot of them had worked with him before, so they knew about his tendencies to work himself too hard - and sometimes even skip lunch!

Suddenly, their captain came from around the corner, bickering with Peter, who was at an odd angle on the Kral's shoulder. She walked right past them and towards the mess hall, preoccupied as she was with the squirming human.

The humans all exchanged glances, and a few traded bets on what had lead to this occurring.

They then calmly continued on their way to the mess hall, and what promised to be an eventful dinner.

When Vy'Keen made it into the mess hall, she barked some quick orders, flexing her authority as captain as she had the chef bring Peter's meal to him - she didn't want to risk him collapsing.

She plopped him down in a seat, and sat down right next to him, trapping him. She curled her legs underneath her seat, her three knees collapsing into one another to shorten her legs. He rolled his eyes, and finally stopped protesting.

Within a few moments, the humans strolled in, still debating what had happened. Peter's face reddened when he heard the word "date" thrown around.

Humans and aliens alike gave them a wide berth - aliens because they wanted no part in whatever this was, and humans because they wanted to observe from afar.

Dinner passed by mostly uneventfully - Vy'Keen and Peter ate in silence, although Vy'Keen watched Peter like a hawk, constantly reminding him to finish all his food.

After Vy'Keen was satisfied with the amount he had eaten, she stood with a hand on Peter's shoulder.

"Come - it's time for you to go to bed."

Peter stared at the captain, completely dumbfounded. Some of the humans within earshot snickered about Peter having a "bedtime".

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You need to rest - you worked too hard today. You skipped lunch, and I don't even want to know if you drank any water."

"Nailed it!" Heads swiveled towards Sophie, who was standing with her arms outstretched in a victorious pose. "Pay up, shit stains."

The humans grumbled, begrudgingly passing her some wage notes. Vy'Keen made a mental note to discuss this behavior with Sophie later. For now, however, she had more important things to worry about.

After being forced to issue Peter a direct command, the human sighed and exited the mess hall to go to his quarters. Vy'Keen followed him, as she did not trust him to stay on course.

"Where do you think I would go, captain?" Peter was growing irritated by this treatment.

"Back to the engineering bay. You would aim to fully deploy the algorithm you developed to the ship, which could very well take a few hours."

Peter was stunned. "Uh, okay, yeah - how'd you know?"

"I saw you message Sophie about how you were going to do just that. I watched you type it."

"I thought I was being sneaky…"

"You are wholly incapable of being anything but obnoxious."

Peter let out a bark of laughter, and Vy'Keen had to admit - she felt a surge of pride. She had, in fact, been attempting humor.

"I am glad you were able to see the humor in my words."

"That was good, captain! You're getting better at it."

Vy'Keen was very proud. The Kral valued humor - it was the ultimate form of the deliberate subversion of logic, and having a firm grasp of it showed how firm of a grasp one had upon adhering to logic.

However, since humor was a rare skill, it tended to go underused in Kral culture, and was exchanged exclusively between the intellectually elite. A cultural practice that tended to be misleading with regards to the intelligence of other species - ESPECIALLY humans.

When they finally arrived at Peter's quarters, the human was yawning every few minutes. "Wow… All that work is really starting to catch up with me. I'm exhausted."

"You humans never cease to amaze me - you have no attention span, but you can focus on a single task until it becomes a detriment to your own health."

Peter grinned. "We sure do." He scratched at his chin, and the light dusting of hair that covered it. "It means a lot to me that you were so concerned, captain."

Vy'Keen didn't know how to reply, so she went with a default for when a human professed such a thing - she hugged him. Something that the captain really only saw as a human-specific procedure - but that humans apparently saw as important to pack bonding.

"Hey, you don't need to do that!" Peter laughed in protest, despite reciprocating the hug. Another yawn wracked his body as they separated.

"Well, goodnight captain."

Vy'Keen nodded, and left him after making sure that the door had closed.

She went back to her own quarters, similarly exhausted from the excitement of the day. She sat at her desk, preparing to make an entry to the human guide regarding this behavior.

Before she did, she decided to check the map of vital signs aboard the ship one last time.

She immediately regretted it.

"Son of a bitch!" Vy'Keen found herself copying a human phrase of exasperation, before she raced off to intercept Peter, who was currently on his way back to engineering.

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Entry #2,658,564

Author - Vy'Keen

Race - Kral

Captain aboard the S.S. Anne

Subject: Human Obsession

BEGIN REPORT

Yet another dichotomy in the nature of humans has been revealed - their attention spans.

While it has been well documented that humans have relatively short attention spans, which can last anywhere from less than a minute to two hours, it turns out that, like all things human, this is very much situational.

Today, a human aboard my ship skipped a mid-day break, did not eat his second meal, and did not ingest any water, as he was focused entirely on his work.

This same human had recently become bored during an autonomous maintenance period, and had partially disassembled his own terminal. The maintenance period had lasted for approximately thirty minutes.

And yet, he was able to stay focused on one task for well over eight hours, without pause. This surpasses even the most single-minded races in the galaxy.

This is apparently a phenomenon referred to as "obsession". It is apparently not uncommon, but the degree of obsession that my human engineer displayed today is. Apparently it is common with humans that have a condition referred to as "ADHD", or "ADD". Presently, I am not sure of the difference between the two - besides the obvious lack of a letter.

More research is needed, but after my brief observations and discussion with humans familiar with him, I would like to provide some friendly advice.

Firstly, please ensure that any humans you work with take regular breaks. Obviously, this goes for all races, even the Erqal - but for humans, if they become obsessed with something, they would gladly skip any kind of break.

Second, if you find that one of your humans has a tendency to behave in this manner, make sure that water is readily available near their workstation. When a human is so obsessed, they will neglect their own bodily functions and requirements - even the most basic need for sustenance will be ignored.

Finally, take strides to avoid being the object of a humans obsession. While the obsession displayed by my crew member was ultimately positive in nature, the predatory stance and glare clearly indicated that it could also be very, VERY negative. I dread what a human would do to something it was negatively obsessed with.

I hope I never have to learn.

END REPORT

#humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #humans are space australians #creative writing

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hollowcrovvn · 5 years

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The Ostensive Fumblings of Being Human (part 2)

Pairing: Connor x female!reader Rating: G for Gross Cute Crap Summary: Set two months after the ending of Detroit: Become Human, androids are living in government created “pop-up” communities while efforts are being made to integrate them into society. You are a grad-student volunteer with the Detroit Crisis Response Unit (DCRU), working to help with relief efforts… or at least, doing the work no one else wants to do. Which brings us to part 2.

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6) (part 7) (ao3)

The moment kept playing in your mind, giving you little snapshot glimpses of his face when he saw your phone number written on the cup. His face, perplexed, but so curious as he took in your every word with such rapt attention.

“Ugh… no.” you whined towards the ceiling, throwing your head back and sinking further into your sofa. Some TV series played ideally while you tapped a stylus on the screen of your tablet, opened to some notes regarding your most recent class. You risked short glances over to your phone.

“Stop it.” you said to yourself, “It’s not a big deal and you don’t even know if he’ll text.”

You sat silently for a moment, nearly forgetting about it in the thrall of the TV and procrastination on your assignment when your eyes slowly drifted over to it again.

“Son of a bitch.” you huffed, throwing tablet aside as you got up and made your way across the small one bedroom apartment to your smaller bathroom. You needed a shower and some comfy clothes and maybe some sleep.

Several minutes later you came out from the bathroom, towel drying your hair and feeling a bit more human with the cold no longer biting at your skin still from the damp outside. You weren’t looking, not really, your eyes just fell to the phone on the small kitchen table and noticed the screen was list with an envelope icon.

You managed to pretend not to be interested for approximately fifteen seconds before you were over, picking up the phone and trying to not think about how fast your heart was going as you opened the message…

… which was just from your DCRU supervisor reminding you to go to the DPD station downtown after checking in on site tomorrow.

You felt your heart fall and sighed as you clicked the message and set a reminder. Someone in Jericho had requested a number of open human-on-android violence cases as well as android-on-human and someone had to go get the stats. Most android cases were still considered “sensitive” so the only way to get the information was from the source. It was a placating act, something to make Jericho not so hostile to DCRU and their efforts, even if they could realistically do nothing about the numbers. You wondered if you would be lucky enough for it to be the same station Connor worked at.

You took your phone and headed off to bed, setting your alarm. It was nearly 11:40, which was not ideal if you didn’t want to be a zombie tomorrow. Sighing, you flicked off your lamp and curled up, closing your eyes and tucking in. Your breath began to slow and your body relax when suddenly the darkness behind your eyelids lit.

You opened your eyes a slit and saw the envelope notification with a question mark attached.

[ new sender ]

[ accept msg y/n? ]

You never hit “y” so fast in your life.

[ from: DPDCNSL#317

Thank you for agreeing to continue corresponding with me. I am looking forward to the experience.

And thank you for the coffee.

Have a good evening, ---.

Connor ]

And then before you could respond the little dots indicating he was responding popped up immediately.

[ from: DPDCNSL#317

Lieutenant Anderson has informed me that saying, “I am looking forward to the experience” sounds “creepy”. I am looking forward to being able to speak with you more.

Connor ]

You smiled and quickly wrote up a reply-- which you waited a few minutes to send because… like that is what you did right? You didn’t wanna reply too fast… right? You killed some time, changing his name in the message box.

[ from: ---

You’re welcome. And pls don’t thank me for that pitiful excuse for bean water. Next time, I’ll get you a latte and you’ll never be the same again. ]

[ from: Connor

You are correct, but not in the way I believe you think.

Regardless, I would like that. You are studying at Wayne State, correct? ]

You froze, staring at the words with shock. How the hell did he know that?

[ from: ---

You pull up my file, copper?]

[ from: Connor

I did a search on the internet. You came up under the staff listing as a research assistant for Urban Studies. Is that correct? There is no image, so it could be another ---. ]

[ from: ---

Bit weird to be searching for someone you just met. ]

[ from: Connor

I agree. Lieutenant Anderson located the information and sent it to my terminal. I was… curious. I apologize, I do not wish to cause you to feel uncomfortable. ]

It didn’t really matter much. All the information on the website was basic things and any social media you had was hidden from the outside. It was harmless, as far as most things went.

[ from: ---

It’s alright, next time you can just ask me. Though I think to make it up, you can buy me the coffee. Only fair. :) ]

[ from: Connor

I do receive a salary now, so that is a possibility.

--- it is now almost midnight. You should be resting as you have already lost two hours of the recommended time for sleep. I would recommend lowering your caffeine intake to 300mg per day to prevent further sleep disturbance.

Good night, ---. ]

[ from: ---

You can pry my coffee from my cold dead hands, hippy.

Good night. ]

Wildly specific advice aside, it was-- kinda sweet. That bit that you assumed was a joke about “receiving a salary” got a small chuckle from you. After waiting a few minutes though, it appeared that he was done messaging for the night.

Not too bad, you hummed to yourself, First potential friend outside of campus in four years. Adult humaning at last.

---

“Checking in on site” was just code for “bring us all our coffee order before you do any real work” and you did so as usual, dropping the cups off at the various desks, crowded into the small “conference” building. All of the DCRU’s own buildings were of the same shake-n-bake quality as the shelters put up for the androids. They did little to hold out the chill, but they kept out the damp. Several people had space heaters beneath their desks or blankets wrapped around their legs.

After dropping off the last drink, you made your way over to the desk of the person you liked most of all the superiors, chiefly because he would never ask you to bring him coffee. His name was Josh, and he had served as one of Markus’ companions during the start and the heart of the revolution. Prior to Jericho, he had been a university professor, which was something you found common ground with.

He was sitting still, as if staring off into the distance, but a quick note of his eyes would show them flickering back and forth. He was reading.

“You ready to do some real work?” he said, voice tinged with faint humor as he continued to scan through whatever files were working their way through his synthetic mind. You’d gotten use to this.

“Yes, for the love of Markus Christ.” you huffed, enjoying in the private joke. Since the revolution there had been no less than 112 articles official and amateur declaring Markus as an android “Messiah”. Based upon Josh’s word, this caused the actual Markus a great deal of discomfort, but still the metaphor stuck.

“I’m going to have to tell Simon that one.” Josh said with a laugh, finally turning his eyes to you indicating he was finished with whatever he was working on.

“But first things first.” he said, pulling out a tablet and handing it to you. It was one of his.

“You know most of these “deviant” criminal cases are still on lock down?”

You nodded.

“We’ve gotten clearance to have the files downloaded. Part of our agreements with the government involve… some explaining. I won’t sugar coat it. Some of these open cases are violent, resulting in death of the human or the android or sometimes both.”

You swallowed, eyes flicking to the tablet as if there would suddenly appear images but there was only a menu showing how to accept file download.

“... death can be a hard topic for anyone. Even more so for your people when it involves Android on Human crimes. You may see some disturbing things. You alright with this?”

“Of course!” you said, a bit quickly and a bit more defensively than intended.

“I mean that… I want to do anything I can to help. I know that… I know they are pressuring to have these androids turned over for prosecution.”

If Josh were non-deviant, he wouldn’t have tensed at the words, but he did.

“Historically speaking, we haven’t given any android justice. I know this is important. Anything I feel is secondary to that… is what I mean.”

Josh smiled warmly, standing up and hesitantly patting your shoulder.

“You remind me of my old students, ---. I’m sure you’ll do what you can.”

You nodded vigorously, because you would.

---

It was too far and too cold to walk the length of Detroit back towards downtown, so you took an automated cab. You’d tucked Josh’s tablet safely away in a rucksack over your shoulder and flipped through your phone idly.

You hovered over the message window with Connor for a moment before quickly sending off a few lines.

[ from: ---

Just so there are no surprises, I’m heading to the DPD station rn for unrelated stuff. Might see you! ]

It took you way longer than necessary to actually hit send, but when you did you were shocked that his response was almost instantaneous.

[ from: Connor

Unrelated to what? Also, are you alright? Do you have an open case with the DPD? ]

[ from: ---

It’s all good. And meant I just happen to be that way as opposed to ya know, stalking. ]

[ from: Connor

“Stalking” does imply stealth, which would be in direct opposition of your current actions if that was the intent. I agree that your actions do not constitute “stalking”. ]

You huffed a sigh, but then were startled as the message pinged again.

[ from: Connor

Bit weird though. ]

You felt a smile slowly form at one corner of your lips

[ from: Connor

That was a joke, in case it was too vague. ]

[ from: ---

I gotcha ;)

See you in a bit maybe. ]

And with that, you shut off your phone’s display just in time to exit the cab out front of the DPD building. Inside, the DPD had the same tell tale signs of the android revolution with its lack of noticeable androids. It was not until you got up to the reception desk that it dawned on you they both were identical. They were androids, they had just removed their LED. She was even wearing a name tag that said, Alicia in clear bold font. She was wearing regular professional wear, no Android identifiers in sight.

You’d heard the DPD had gotten on board relatively quickly with providing androids with pay, not wanting to lose the bulk of their staff. While the cleaning crews were absent, the receptionist turned up her face and smiled pleasantly,

“Good morning, how may I assist you?”

“Good morning!” you said, a bit too quickly, “My name is ---, I’m here from the Crisis Response Unit. I have a meeting with Captain Fowler.”

“Yes, we were told to expect you! Do you have your I.D.?” she said, and you were struck by how… friendly she was, as opposed to all the other ST300’s you’d encountered. You pulled out your “badge”, which was nothing more than an I.D. card with a special DCRU designation stamp inside a flip wallet. You passed it to her and she scanned it quickly.

“You’re all set! Just head right through these gates here and go straight back. Fowler’s office is the one in the middle with the glass doors, it should not be hard to miss, but if you get lost just grab one of the officers. They all should know all too well where his office is.” she said with a faint laugh at some private joke.

You nodded, fumbling to put your I.D. with a quick “thank you” before you headed through the gates. It was bigger inside than you expected, with several desks and lots of people working, standing and having their morning coffee or otherwise engaged. You noted the glass enclosed office towards the middle of the room and headed in that direction. There were three people already waiting inside and two of which you recognized immediately.

Captain Fowler was up, preparing to come open the door for you, but Connor beat him in a few brisk steps.

Hank was grinning at you in that suspicious way that you recalled from grade school… like he knew something you didn’t. In this situation, it was pretty unsettling. Did they find that parking ticket from sophomore year?!

“Good morning Ms. ---, please, have a seat.” Fowler gestured to the one other empty chair next to Hank, “These two suspect characters are Lieutenant Hank Anderson and his partner, Connor. They have been working the deviant android cases since the start.”

Connor politely offered you his hand, which you took. He squeezed gently, mischief glinting in those brown eyes before he let go and all but ushered you to your seat. Hank snorted.

“We’ve met.” Hank said, disregarding any pleasantries.

Fowler looked surprised.

“We frequent the same coffee shop.” you added, “So it was a very brief meeting.”

“You’re lucky.” Fowler said, eyeing Hank with disapproval. Hank seemed oblivious, or more likely, immune.

“We’ve been informed that the ADA’s office is seeking to prosecute these androids. It is highly likely that they are being concealed among the deviants at the relief camp.” Fowler leaned back in his chair, “So, we’ve been told to assist you in whatever way you need.”

“Some of us are a bit too eager…” you heard Hank muttered under his breath. Connor’s eyes trailed on him slowly, making no expression you could see but Hank must have gotten the message because he grumbled and slumped back.

“I appreciate that, Captain Fowler.” you began, “Markus has agreed that his people will search into the population of their androids for these individuals. It’s a good start to integrate androids into the justice system.”

Though you had your own opinions regarding the effectiveness of that. How could any android expect a fair trial when a jury of their peers would most likely be full of humans? But that was a topic for another time and place.

“These files are sealed, so we are requesting a downloaded copy so that efforts can be made to locate these androids.”

Captain Fowler looked unconvinced.

“I have confirmation from the governor and the President’s staff approving this request, if you would like to see it. The governor also said you might like to call her office as well.”

“I think I will do that. In the meanwhile, if you’d gentleman escort Ms. --- to the break-room where she might be a bit more comfortable?”

Hank stood and gave Connor a hard pat, “All you buddy.”

He left without a second glance.

“Right this way. ---.” Connor said, Chief Fowler now too engrossed with his phone to notice Connor used your first name.

It was hard to contain a smile as you walked alongside the detective, following him to a small break-room.

“Coffee?” he asked and you nodded briskly. He poured some of the dark, strong smelling liquid into a mug that read “#1 Dad” and after considering for a moment, pot still in his hand, he poured another.

Bringing both he came to sit with you at a rickety table, stabilized by a half folded paper plate under one leg.

“Don’t think this counts.” you said, taking the mug in both hands, enjoying the warmth if not the overly strong taste.

Connor did not drink.

“You work with the Detroit Crisis Response Unit?” he said, getting right to the point.

“Volunteered. Don’t give me too much credit though. When I joined up, it was all about flooding relief. The Android situation was a surprise.”

“Do you dislike Androids?” he asked.

“Wow. Talk about a hot button topic, Connor. You sure you don’t wanna ask me what my favorite color is first? My favorite movie?”

“No. I would much rather know your stance on the current events seeing as you are working as a relief volunteer.”

Direct. You hid behind the lip of the mug, feeling his eyes keenly on you.

“Why do you wanna know?” you countered, taking a small sip.

“I’m simply curious as to how you feel about your current assignment.”

“I feel just fine.” you said, “I guess… well. Guess sometimes they just spook me. Just like most people.”

“I see.” Connor said, seeming to relax a fraction, “You are afraid of them?”

“Not “afraid” just-- reasonably cautious.”

Connor seemed to be processing this, tapping his fingertips against the mug in his hand and watching himself do so intently.

“You worked on “deviant” cases for awhile, yeah?” you began, “Are… do they make you nervous? Because that’d be understandable given what you’ve seen.”

“They-- did. Before. Now I realize it’s the same as humans. We’re all capable of violence.”

Before you could continue, another man walked into the break-room, smile slick as oil.

“Well, there you are, tin-can.” he said with a smirk, picking up the coffee pot and sloshing some of it onto the counter as he poured a mug full.

“Whose this?” he said, giving you a smirk.

“A liaison from DCRU.” Connor replied coolly, bringing the coffee mug to his lips.

“Is that even good for your health, Con?” the man asked, but Connor ignored him.

“And who is this charming fellow.” you asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Detective Reed. Gavin, Reed.” he answered, giving you a wink, “Now I can see why Con here was in such a hurry to get his ring off before you showed up.”

Ah. That. That was. Not expected. Your blood ran cold, eyes immediately falling to Connor’s left hand as if you’d catch sight of a tan line or some other indicator that you’d been incredibly stupid.

“I got some super glue over at my desk if you need a quick fix.” he said, tapping Connor’s chair with the toe of his boot. Connor, looked somewhere between deflated and coldly controlled anger.

Hank’s appearance in the break room door thankfully put a halt to whatever was going on between the two men, his eyes fixing Gavin with a vicious glare.

“Don’t you have reports to finish, detective?” he said, circling in so that Gavin was forced to walk towards the door.

“Just tryin’ be a good wing-man for my bro, Connor.” he said, disappearing into the hall with a laugh.

Hank looked between you and Connor, noting the change in your demeanor, arms pulled in and looking anywhere but at his partner.

“Fowler uh-- got the call. You can come over to my desk and we’ll get you sorted.”

You hurriedly stood, fishing out your tablet so you’d be ready to download those files and get out of here as soon as possible.

Connor said nothing in his defense, but he watched you intently, searching.

“... thanks for the coffee.” you said, following Hank out.

---

Connor did not join you at Hank’s desk, which must not have been part of the plan because every few seconds Hank looked over his shoulder for him.

“Here. You should get a prompt to download any second now. There are photos, so if you’re squeamish I advised ya not look at the screen while they are downloading.”

You took his advice, letting the tablet drop unceremoniously to the desk as you leaned against it, arms crossed.

Hank was not scowling for once, but you were, brows furrowed tight and troubled.

“Look… ---, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t-- just don’t judge Connor before you get to know him. I know he’s a weird one. I know most people, hell even me, have this innate prejudice, but he likes you. Which is a big deal for him. He’s learning how this goes, so I don’t know-- maybe give him a break.”

“... did… did his wife die or something?”

Hank stared at you, eyes wide and confused.

“His wife.” he repeated, not so much a question but a confirmation of whether or not you were a rambling idiot.

“That detective! Gavin whatever-the-hell said that Connor took off his ring before I got here!”

Hank groaned, resting his face in his hand as he shook his head. The sound quickly turned into a laugh of sorts. He looked back up at you with that same mystified look he had before.

“You really don’t know. Kid, Connor took off his LED before you got here. That’s what Gavin meant. He’s an android.”

A lot, like a lot of things suddenly made sense now.

You sunk into a nearby chair, dazed.

“You really had no idea? With how fuckin’ weird he is?”

“I thought he was just… like, ya know. A hipster intellectual.”

Hank choked on nothing, busting into a loud laugh, “Well you ain’t wrong, kid!”

The tablet pinged, indicating it had finished downloading. Hank popped up, dismissing the file before you could pick it up.

“Like I said. Some gory stuff. I’d advise you get that to whoever wants it and not go poking around in it.” he handed you the tablet, “And for god’s sake, go talk to him before you leave. You’re the first person he’s been around that ain’t me and trust me, that’s good for him.”

You ran your hands over the tablet’s smooth sides, mind going a hundred miles a minute. You turned to leave and saw Connor coming back towards the desks, seeing clearly now the flashing LED he had replaced on the side of his temple.

His expression was blank, but you had dealt with enough androids that you could just faintly see the lines of nervousness and… hopefulness as he passed you.

You caught his forearm, touching the same place where androids connected systems.

“... I don’t dislike androids.” you whispered, risking a look at him through your eyelashes. He was-- smiling and it was so damn beautiful you felt the wall you had started constructing around your heart from Gavin’s words crack open.

“I’m glad to hear it.”

You smiled, “Text me when you are ready to shell out for that latte.” and gave his arm one last small squeeze before heading out of the station.

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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 12

Chapter Summary - Danielle reacts to the article by hiding at Paul's, but she has to go home eventually, meaning she has to face Diana.Tom goes through with the fashion show with Taylor, seeing first hand how she can manipulate situations to suit her.

Previous Chapter

Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long. This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

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The article made Danielle sick to her stomach, she could not believe what that manipulative little harpy had stated. She could not bring herself to even go home, and had, for three days, stayed at Paul’s apartment. As a result, their relationship had progressed a slight bit faster than she would have elected for otherwise, but it felt better to have someone comfort her and try and show her affection than to be alone. The words repeated over and over in her head throughout the morning as she attempted to sleep, with Paul’s arm around her as she lay staring at the far wall.

“I can hear you thinking you know.” His voice was heavy with sleep.

“I…”

He pulled her in against him. “It’s all lies Danni, you know that, and I know that, nothing else matters.”

“My job…”

“The only ones who realise it is you being talked about know that it’s bullshit, so come here.” He turned her so she was lying with her head on his chest, her fingers sliding over the t-shirt he had put on getting into the bed. “Just get some rest.”

“It’s not that easy.” She whispered, but she gripped him tightly.

“I know sweetheart, I know.” He kissed her forehead and played with a few strands of her hair that had fallen out of the ponytail she had thrown it in.

Desperate to forget everything, she leant up and kissed him, trying to initiate his interest; when he responded, she seized her opportunity and put her hand down to toy with the hem of his boxers, grateful that for a few minutes at least, she would forget her woes.

Paul was called to work a few hours later; leaving Danielle with four hours alone in his home before she had to go to work. She was walking Mac Tíre outside to allow the dog relieve himself, cursing the text she received from the other paramedic she was going to be working with that evening, asking her to return the book she had borrowed on terrorist attack procedure, which unfortunately was at her home. She knew she would have to bring it with her, meaning she had to risk seeing Diana, something she had been avoiding, so after she grabbed her things from Paul’s, she packed Mac Tíre into her car and headed back to her home. She groaned when she saw not only Diana’s car, but Emma’s one also in the neighbouring driveway, she contemplated driving on and telling Graham that she forgot it, but the youngest Hiddleston had been getting something from her car, noticed Danielle and purposely stood in the road outside her mothers’ driveway, forcing Danielle to a halt.

“Are you out to kill yourself?”

“You weren’t going fast enough to kill me, and let’s face it, you are the person to call in such emergencies anyway.” Emma joked, but her face was solemn. “You haven’t been home in days.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“Yeah, I know. I saw you and your boyfriend the other day, all kisses and holding hands on the beach.” She smiled, “When are the four of us going out for a meal?”

“What?”

“Oh come on Elle, mum’s met him and she adores him, and you look so cute together, and you have been staying at his place for days, so that tells me you are sleeping together, which with you never having a boyfriend in all the time you were here means it’s serious. I want to meet him.”

“Emma, with…”

“Yeah, I saw.” There was a disgusted look on her face. “Tom rang, apparently he has some sort of ‘explanation’ but mum didn’t even listen, she went off on an absolute rant about it to him, about all your hard work, everything you sacrificed, how you were never anything but nice to him, and he allowed you to be dragged through the dirt like this, seriously, I was getting second-hand fear from her.”

“She didn’t need to do that.”

“Well, she feels like it is some bit her fault,” Emma stated sadly.

“How the fuck is any of what that cow does your mum’s fault?” Danielle snapped.

“She allowed her into the house, it’s her son she is dating.” Emma began to list.

“This isn’t her fault, it never was her fault.” Danielle shook her head.

“Well, only one person can tell her that in a way she’ll listen.” Emma smiled, opening the car door.

“My car is in the middle of the road,” Danielle argued.

“Elle, please, she feels so bad,” Emma begged.

Unable to think of Diana being upset because of her, Danielle nodded slightly, causing Emma to close the car door and for Danielle to reverse into her driveway. Emma had the gate to the back garden open, so Mac Tíre trotted in happily as you got out. “I really should get some clothes sorted.”

Emma grinned widely. “Really?”

“I did not sleep with him.”

“So what, you played monopoly all day?”

“Well, we did stuff, just not everything.” She blushed, causing Emma to snigger. “You are such a child.”

“I am not the one getting all bothered about doing things with her boyfriend.” Emma retorted, linking her arm with Danielle’s. “So, when am I meeting him?”

“I’m not sure I want you to.”

“Spoil sport, I won’t be too embarrassing, I swear; I mean, I would never tell him about the time we got drunk and you started singing Mariah Carey, and of course I would never show him the video I took of it, that I still have.”

“I hate you.” Emma erupted in laughter at those words as they got to Diana’s front door.

“Emma?” Danielle froze when she saw Diana standing in the hallway in front of her. When the older woman saw her, her face became a mixture of delight and shame all at once. “Elle.”

“Hi.”

“I…I’m so sorry.” She had tears in her eyes.

Danielle did not even stop to think; she rushed over and embraced her. “It’s not your fault. I am sorry this is even happening, I should never have pissed her off.”

“Has Tom tried speaking to you?”

“Not since the day of the car accident.”

“I could not bare to even speak with him, he began by saying not to judge after the article came out, can you believe that?”

“I don’t…I can’t talk about it.” Danielle stated.

“Of course, I understand.” Diana nodded solemnly. A moment later, her face became one of interest. “Why do you smell of men’s shower gel?”

“Because someone has been staying with a handsome doctor the passed few days.” Emma sang from behind her, going into the kitchen to put on the kettle.

Diana’s eyes lit up at that information. “Really?”

“Oh God, not you too.”

“Well, as a surrogate for your mother, I have to say, I approve.”

“Of course you do, it was you that thought to try and set us up, to begin with,” Danielle stated.

“So, is he nice…”

“Mum, if you are asking Elle what he is like in bed, I swear to God, I will drop dead here and now of mortification!” Emma shouted from the kitchen. “Besides, I already asked, sort of.”

“I need to get new people to talk to, Brit’s are mental.” Danielle shook her head as she walked passed Diana and into the kitchen.

Automated voice - You have fourteen new messages. This message was left on the eighth of September at 4:30 am.

“Elle, its Tom, I…fuck I need you to call me back, as soon as you get in. Please.”

This message was left on the eighth of September at 6:30am.

“Elle, its Tom again, I never even thought, you might not even be working these few nights, but anyway, please, ring me when you get this.”

This message was left on the eighth of September at 9:05 am.

“Elle, I know you are finished work or awake if you didn’t have work last night, please ring me.”

This message was left on the eighth of September at 2:30 pm.

“Please Elle, look I know you are probably pissed about that piece, I am…I am trying to have it dealt with.”

This message was left on the eighth of September at…

The messages went on and on, all fourteen had been from Tom, and after a while, his tone became shorter, until the final one, left that morning. “I am just trying to make this right.” He had snapped on it. But the article came to her mind once more. She thought for a second that he had seen through that bitch, but when she Googled his name, she regretted it immediately, the first result was an article, from that day’s Daily Mail, declaring the pair to be the hottest thing in New York for that evening's fashion show.

Annoyed, Danielle decided to erase all the messages and went to get ready for work.

Tom looked at his phone, three missed calls but none from Danielle while he had been out for lunch with Taylor, having gone over everything with her over what they would say to the reporters that evening, making sure it was crystal clear that nothing ever happened between him and Danielle, and that the ‘source’ the magazine had was false.

“Ready?” he turned to see Taylor standing behind him, looking beautiful in a pair of shorts and high boots. He knew now that behind that beauty, there was a coldness that could rival that of a boardroom CEO that would fire every last subordinate, just because he could.

“Yes.” He gave as good a smile as he muster.

“After this, she’ll be cleared so try to make that smile more believable.”

“She never did anything to be cleared of, she is not on trial, she did nothing.” He stated.

“Whatever, she will have her sad pathetic life back, and we will get on with ours.” She smiled.

Tom frowned, the way Taylor was speaking, she seemed to think they were still in a good place in their relationship. “I just need to talk to Luke for a moment.”

“Chop chop.” She ordered.

Tom bared his teeth after she left the room, scrolling to Luke’s name and pressing the call button. “It’s nearly midnight, this better be good Tom.”

“Hey.”

“Hello,” Luke replied curtly, “Now what is it?”

“Luke…just don’t start.”

“Look, we spent years making you the nicest guy in Hollywood, remember that. No having public flings, no acting the fool, no drunken incidences and you are now the laughing stock of the free world, so after everything I sacrificed to make sure you got ahead, I really am not interested. Whatever it is, ask ‘PR Barbie’s’ people to deal with it.”

“I am going to a fashion show with her.”

“Because of course, you love those things,” Luke replied sarcastically.

“It’s all done as soon as the show finishes.”

There was silence on the line for a moment. “Why not before?”

“I have her agreeing to rubbish what was published about Danielle.”

“And she will willingly do that? I don’t buy it, Tom.”

“What else can I do, Danielle…?”

“There is no need to tell me about Ms Hughes, I have spent the passed week of my life trying to stop leeches getting anything on her, including photo’s.”

“I never thought to ask…”

“No, you didn’t; your mum did, though. Not that she had to. I was already on it.” The publicist snapped.

“Luke, I fucked up.”

“Thank you for stating that, I was not aware before now.”

Tom sighed at his friends’ sarcasm. “You were right.”

“Yet another obvious statement of fact.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah well, next time a narcissistic bitch who writes countless songs on his legion of ex’s sniffs around, will you listen to me?”

Tom could not help the smile on his face. “I think I can do that.”

“Good, now what are you doing about this statement?”

“Mr Hiddleston, please, Mr Hiddleston, this way please.” Tom turned obediently to face the photographers, their lights blinding him as he did. “Mr Hiddleston, have you anything to say about the claims being made that you forced your ex-girlfriend to get an abortion?”

Even hearing those words made Tom’s jaw clench. “Yes, actually, I do. I have not now, nor have I ever made such a request to any woman much less the woman in question. She has never been anything but a close family friend, and she is one of the most honourable women I have ever had the good fortune to befriend. These claims are wholly untrue and have been terribly hurtful to her, for which I can never apologise to her enough. Whoever put about that story is lying and is doing so to hurt a hard working and good woman.” He stated clearly.

“Taylor,” the same reporter looked to the blonde songstress, “the article stated it was a source close to you that leaked this story, and that you received the email, what have you to say?”

Tom had to force himself to remain calm at the manner in which the reporter had dismissed what he had just said, but he looked to Taylor to see if she would do as she had promised.

Taylor gave a small laugh. “Well, its rubbish of course, I mean, how would this person have even get my email address? My squad and I don’t need to talk about people we don’t know; our lives are interesting enough to occupy us. People just like profiting off my name, it’s something I have had to get used to sadly.” She gave a sad puppy face at that, trying to sway the journalist to see her as as much a victim in the situation as Danielle. Tom had to give her credit, Taylor knew how to play reporters and public image, and that worried him.

#I Hate you I Love You #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fic #chapter 12

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donaldresslerfanfic · 4 years

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All Kinds.

Rating: M

Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Content.

Word Count: 3078

Donald Ressler X OC Maggie Waters.

Chapter: Seventy-Four

Chapter Index

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Maggie.

Heavily, I threw my legs over the edge of the bed and sighed. I love everything about autumn and the winter, but I hated to leave the comfort and warmth of my bed to get up and be a responsible adult.

After I turned the alarm and left the phone on the bedside table, I stretched my arms above my head, then turned to look at a message I'd just received.

I also hated when people began bothering me when I first woke up, I needed maybe twenty minutes and a hot shower before I could be of any service. This time it wasn't a message from anyone asking me to do anything, it was Don.

"Good morning love. I'm out helping DCPD today, I will call you by lunchtime to let you know if it'll take me more time than I expect. I love you"

I hurried to text Carol, letting her know that we would be needing her today. Some days Don would tell her not to come and he would take care of Alma. He was really good with her, more than what I'd ever expected, and it was a good thing that he spent so much time with her, because I would come back home and want to be with her and he didn't have a say in how much I hogged her.

I went about my day, everything was normal, I reviewed my projects, made calls. I was about to go to the house of one of my clients when I realized that Don hadn't called me all day, and it was well past lunch.

I didn't usually worry about that, I let him do his thing and wasn't controlling, he didn't need to be controlled. The thing was: when he told me he would call me, he always did, and if he couldn't call, he would send a quick text with something along the lines of "its been busy today, I'll call you when I have time". Everytime he was busy it was the same text, as if he had it already written like an automated thing, he could press a button and leave me informed that he was at least fine.

When he didn't at the end of the day, I became worried.

I was gathering my things, rummaging in my thoughts, wondering if I should call him, when I got the call.

"Miss Ressler?" a voice came through the phone.

You never get used to those calls, the ones from the hospital, the ones who give the bad news.

"Your husband had been admitted to the ER. He was in a car accident. Just now he's been taken out of intensive care"

"I'll be right there" I said with a little voice "have they given him any medication?"

"I'm not informed of that at the moment" she excused herself.

"Well, inform anyone who is allowed to give him the medication that they do not have the permission to give him anything until I'm in the hospital"

I ended the call and took my purse. I hated the hospital calls, I hated having to talk to doctors about the patients, the patients were just cases to them, at the time it was my dad the one I had to fight for, and knowing that I would have to fight for Don a lot, already mentally exhausted me.

I arrived at the hospital, made the quick decision to not call Carol just yet, I was just going to check on Don's condition and if I had to stay through the night, I would ask my sister to take care of Alma.

As soon as I entered the hospital and was told the room where Donald was at, I headed there fully knowing that I was in for a fight with whoever I needed to fight with, because I knew that as soon as he was out of danger he was going to be prescribed pain relief medication.

When Don detoxed years ago, we did it all under wraps, no one knew about it. No one still knows about it, I silently hoped I'd gotten here soon enough to tell the doctors that he wouldn't be taking any medication. If they'd already given him something, I knew he would be strong enough to shake it, but him relapsing was something none of us wanted.

I reached the hall were his room was, seeing a doctor exit one of the rooms, the hall was crowded, and luckily he was walking towards me, we met halfway.

"Excuse me" I said, he stopped and looked up from his chart "are you attending Donald Ressler, I'm his wife"

"Ah yes, miss Ressler" he flipped through his notes until he found what he was looking for "your husband was in a car accident whilst he was in a car chase along with another members of the police department. The car collision was on the other side of where he was seated so... He only suffered a concussion, his right shoulder is dislocated and two or three ribs were compromised, along with a few cuts and bruises on his head." He finished

"That doesn't sound so bad, is he awake?"

"He's not at this time unfortunately. Also I have been told that he cannot receive any painkiller medication is that correct?"

"That's correct" I nodded, he gave me a little twist of lips.

"It may not sound like it's life threatening, but he's going to be in a lot of pain."

"He can make the decision if he wants the painkillers or not when he wakes up."

The doctor gave me a nod and closed his chart again.

"Can I see him?" I asked when he started to walk again, he motioned at the door behind him and I gave him a thankful smile.

Thankfully Don had never been in a hospital in the time we'd been together, because if I had to walk into a room and seeing him injured often, I don't know how I would do it.

Seeing him in the bed, just laying there, head bandaged, arm in a sling... It sucked, having to be strong sucked sometimes.

I left my coat in the back of the chair and sat down next to him. I tried hard not to look at him, but at the same time I wanted to make sure that it wasn't in fact something so bad.

After too much time painfully looking at his sleeping face, hoping he would wake up and tell me everything was going to be okay and it was just a scratch, I took my cellphone and sent a quick text to my sister. I let her know about the accident and that I was at the hospital, she told me she could take care of Alma for the night if I needed it.

The truth was; Don would never forgive me if I chose to spend the night with him instead of our still very dependent little girl, so I just texted my sister that I would pick her up in two hours.

After getting the child sorted, I texted my boss Oscar, letting him know of the situation. He expressed his worries and told me to take time if I needed to.

I was not in the mood to work but I had a lot of projects to finish and most of them had a due date.

Don didn't wake up in those two hours I was with him. With much reluctance I slipped my coat on and got ready to leave. I leaned in to give him a little kiss on the cheek and walked out.

Ressler.

It was supposed to be a simple car chase, and I was positive we wouldn't have gotten into the car accident if I had been the one driving, I already felt like we had been faked out in the operation, and when I told the driver that we'd been faked out and that he needed to drop the pursuit, a voice in a walkie contradicted me, and since I was in the matter of a consultant, I didn't have the authority to do anything.

When I woke up it was one am in the morning thankfully, because I could already feel a searing pain in my eyes when the light of the hallway hit me directly, mostly when someone came to check up on me.

I asked one of the nurses about my state, they told me about my injuries, hopefully I was going to be out if here by the end of the week, the problem were the ribs currently, the restraint on my arm wouldn't need to be on for more than today.

When I was left alone again, my mind quickly changed from thinking about me and the pain I was feeling, to thinking about Maggie and everything that it entailed having me in the hospital.

Her not being here already meant that she'd made the hard decision of leaving me alone and going home to take care of Alma. To me it was the obvious thing to do, but I put myself in her place for one second and it suddenly wasn't so obvious.

When the sun began rising and the room began to fill up with light I took the pillow from beneath me and covered my face with it. No one walked in for maybe two hours and I didn't find enough strength to stand up to shut the blinds and keeping the light out, and when I heard the door open I quickly spoke with a raspy voice.

"Thank God, can you shut the blinds please"

The sun was casting down on my body at this point, and when I heard the blinds being shut I stopped feeling the heat in my legs.

"The doctor said that 85% of your wounds could've been prevented if you'd put your seatbelt on"

I think I hurt myself even more when I quickly tore the pillow from my head, reacting to Maggie's voice, I winced and tried to sit straight on the bed.

"Put your fucking seatbelt on next time, or I'll strangle you with your daughter's hands" she said half threateningly, half joking, I could see her little smile.

"I'm in some pain now, I could use you showering me with love instead of scolding me" I said taking the pillow and placing it on my back again, she sat down in the little space next to me

"This is me showering you with love, put the fucking thing on next time. You don't get to die on me" she lowered her voice at the last sentence.

"I'm not going to die on you" I found her hand and held it tight "this is just a scratch"

I saw her eyes running on my face, then gave me a little smile.

"I don't think you would be saying that if you could look at yourself, you're all kinds of fucked up"

"I feel all kinds of fucked up" she gave me a little smile and rubbed my hand with hers "your should go home, be with Alma"

"If I'm not here I'm at work, it's all the same for her"

"I get it, but I prefer you be with her instead of hearing me complain in this hospital bed"

"And I prefer being with you to make sure people are treating you the best they can, they told me you'll have an x-ray in s few hours and if you're okay with the ribs your can go home tomorrow"

"My ribs aren't even broken and the dislocated arm is nothing Mags, I'll be fine if you want to leave"

"Well, I don't want to leave" she said defiantly, the moved to sit on the chair next to me.

It was no use fighting with Maggie about the aspect of company in hard times, she would drop anything she was doing to be there if someone needed her.

"I know that a dislocated shoulder is nothing, I've had my left one dislocated as well."

"How?"

"Well, I was grounded" every story Mags had to tell began with 'I was grounded'. "And I was going to miss my best friend's birthday party, Lila" she said with a shake of her hand, as if I knew just by name which one of the 20 best friends she had was Lila. "And the tree that we had in the front yard was big enough that one of the branches reached out to my room, and I'd gone down it before. I think my dad had trimmed it a bit so there weren't usual branches I would use to come down and I ended up falling from it and landed on my side. I can still hear my shoulder popping out if the socket like-" she shivered.

"What did your dad do?"

"He rushed me to the hospital, I got fixed and he doubled my grounding from one week to one month"

I snorted a little laugh and held my side, not being able to laugh completely still.

"Good grief, I've got a lot of work coming my way"

"How come?"

"Well, if Alma is going to be half as wild as you, I don't know how I'm going to handle her"

"I don't think she's going to be much trouble, I mean, I didn't have my mom, so I was definitely missing something there"

"Yeah but usually the sense of rules and duty comes from the dad"

She looked away, reflecting on my words, then gave me a little smile

"Well then you're kind of fucked"

"All kinds?"

She gave me a chuckle "all kinds"

"And what did you do to get grounded in the first place?"

She gave me a hearty chuckle, shaking her head and covering her eyes with her hand.

"Oh my God" she said taking a big breath and then chuckling again "I stole my dad's car and got in a car accident"

I shook my head and gave her a laugh myself, but had to stop to hold my side because I could feel the ribs just not being at their 100%.

"Is that the car accident your sister always pesters you about?" She looked up doubtfully "wait do I want to know how many car accidents you've been in?"

"I don't think you do" she said we the a chuckle "but to be fair I haven't gotten into car accidents with my license."

"That's worst" she gave me an innocent shrug and took my hand, she kissed the back of it, then patted it.

"You should get some rest, I'll be here when you wake up"

Hearing her say that felt as if she had casted a spell on me, because I instantly felt so tired, and sleeping sounded like a really good idea. I just think that she knew I'd been awake for almost 7 hours now. So I settled in the bed and closed my eyes.

I didn't wake up until I assumed later, because I heard a shriek, opened my eyes, and Maggie was looking at Alma scoldingly.

"I said wake him up quietly"

Alma looked so happy to see me, as soon as I woke up she bounced in Maggie's arm's. Maggie leaned her and Alma latchet to my face and began to bite my cheek.

I knew that she was going to start teething anytime soon, and her gums were itching, her bitting anything she could find was scratching her gums, but Maggie considered them kisses. I sometimes bit on Maggie's jaw out of nowhere, so I could kind of understand where it was coming from.

"Do you have pen and paper?" I asked Maggie after I held Alma on my chest with my good hand, she was still gurgling and bitting on my cheek

"I think" she said looking at the side to her purse "why?"

"To write down some notes on how to shower someone with love, your daughter is a pro already"

I saw her roll her and and give out a loud sigh, clearly done with me.

"Very funny" she said clearly unamused.

Alma pulled herself up with her arms on my chest, she was getting so big, I felt as if I could blink right now and she will be sitting in the dinning table scribbling on a page and telling me about her day at school.

"You're growing up to fast for my liking" I said to her, she looked at me and gave me a smile, as of she knew what I was telling her "did you miss me? I missed you"

"She missed you, until I took her to the bed to sleep with me, she was thrilled you weren't there then"

"Yeah? Well I am extremely offended" Alma pressed a hand to my lips, Maggie chuckled and pulled her off of me.

"We're going to go now, it's kinda late but I wanted you to see her"

"Did anything happen when I was asleep?"

"Yeah, they were going to give you the x-ray today but they finished really late and didn't have time, hopefully tomorrow first thing they'll have something for you"

I gave her a short nod, she bent to the chair to grab her purse, then swung it on her shoulder.

"Seriously, Mags, you don't need to come here"

"I don't want to be known as the wife who didn't took care of her husband whilst he was in the hospital but, I have a bunch of meetings tomorrow so, if I come it'll be after lunch maybe"

"I'll be fine, don't stress it" I gave her a dismissing wave of my hand, Maggie gave a little sad smile, then straighten her posture and smiled more, as if she wasn't fazed by my state.

"I'll see you tomorrow love" she saluted, she leaned in to give me a short kiss, I noted my skin felt tight in some places when I tried to pucker my lips to kiss her. She didn't say anything else, just left.

As soon as Maggie was out of the room i gave myself some space to complain about the pain I was feeling, somehow they'd taken out my cast without me knowing, and the struggle of having to keep my arm and hand up was very uncomfortable, I closed my eyes, and tried to sleep through the pain.

#donald ressler #donald ressler x oc #the blacklist #fanfic #diego klattenhoff

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Listen, my stupid mistake today has to count for something other than laughing at myself, so this is what’s happening now.

Characters: Patton, Roman, Virgil, and Logan

Pairing: Logicaltiy, but not established.

PG - No warnings.

Word Count: 1634

Mistakes Were Made

“Uh oh,” Patton said. It wasn’t intentional. The noises came as a shot out of his mouth just as the jolt of nerves did when he realized what he’d done. His fingers twitched against his phone as he bit his bottom lip.

“What?” Virgil asked, his voice monotone.

“I... I put in the wrong address,” Patton said.

“Like you put in the wrong apartment number?”

“No, I put in the address for the restaurant as the delivery address.”

“Wait, so what did you put for the restaurant address?” Roman asked, his voice a lot more flamboyant than Virgil’s had been, but Patton could see Virgil’s head finally lift up from his textbook out of the corner of his eye. Patton shifted. Heat started to stretch across his face.

“The restaurant’s address,” Patton murmured.

“Are you serious?” Virgil asked.

“Yeah,” Patton whined out.

“How did you even manage that?”

“I don’t know, I just copied the address and hit ‘order now’ before I fixed it.”

“Hello, food delivery driver?” Roman said in a mock voice, “Yeah, I’d like you to pick up my order. What’s the address? Oh, it’s the same one. If you could bring it to the table for me, that’d be great. I know they have waiters for that, but I requested this because I just felt like spending more money.”

Virgil snorted. Patton finally looked up from his phone and turned his head to pout at Roman, who sat to his left on the sofa, legs curled under the red oversized blanket that Virgil and Patton bought specifically for him.

“It’s not funny. Help me fix it.”

“I don’t know how. I’ve never ordered on a food delivery app before,” Roman said with a dramatic wave of his hand.

“Me either,” Virgil answered before Patton even had a chance to pout at him. Patton did it anyway and whined. “Why don’t you just ask the delivery driver? I’m sure they’ll help you out.”

Patton whined and looked down at the phone again. Frantic fingers flipped back and forth between screens trying to figure out how to change the address or even how to contact their delivery driver that wasn’t even listed yet. Then finally, after five minutes, a name came up, Logan, along with a phone icon and a message icon. Thank goodness. Patton clicked the message icon and began to type.

hi Logan! this is Patton. I accidentally put in the wrong address for the delivery location... is there any way you can deliver it to a different address? this is the first time Ive ordered through this app and I got confused :(

Patton hit send and waited. After a moment, the typing notification appeared. Then, words in a light blue bubble appeared on the left side of the screen.

Hello, Patton. I can deliver the food to another address. You will need to change the address in the application. Would you like me to walk you through the steps on how to do that?

Patton blinked. Was this some kind of automated message? No, couldn’t be. The guy did take his time to type that out. If it was a robot or something, it had to be one that lagged. Human. Definitely human. Regardless, he was willing to help. Patton let his fingers fly.

please? Id be so grateful!

The three dots appeared again. Then a message came up.

First, you will need to add the correct address to your address directory. Click on “Account”, select “Add An Address” and input the address you would like your order delivered to. Let me know when you have completed this and I will walk you through the next steps.

Patton flashed over to the application with a little bounce and a warm smile.

“Figuring it out over there?” Roman asked, a little tease still lingering in his voice.

“Yeah, the delivery guy’s helping me.”

“He laugh at you too?” Virgil asked.

“He didn’t say he did,” Patton said, his smile fading a touch. He input the correct address, saved it, then flicked back over to his text messages.

“He definitely did,” Roman said.

“Without question,” Virgil answered.

“You guys are mean,” Patton whined as he typed.

ok I added it now what?

Click on “Orders”, select the order that you have submitted, find where it says “Delivery Location”, and select “Change Address”. The address that you input into your account should appear there. Select that address and hit “Save”. Once it has saved, it will take you back to the order screen and it should have the updated information.

Patton flicked back to the application and followed the second wave of instructions. Once it automatically returned him to the order, the map and delivery address changed to show the apartment address that he and Virgil shared. He flipped back to text messages.

it worked! thank you! youre the best!!

It was no trouble. I am glad I could be of assistance. I am currently waiting on your order to be completed. Once it has, I will be on my way.

“Sorry, Patton,” Virgil said, his voice soft. Patton looked up at him and could tell his face paled quite a bit as he looked down. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just-”

“No, Virgil, it’s okay,” Patton said, “I was just stressed ‘cause I thought our food wouldn’t get here and it would be a big problem for Logan. But he helped me fix the address so it’s fine. He hasn’t even left the restaurant with our food yet, so it’s no big deal.”

“Oh, Logan,” Roman said, a heavy teasing lilt back in his voice, “Delivery driver has a name now.”

“I’m pretty sure he’s had a name since the day he was born,” Patton said as he grinned at Roman. Virgil snorted again. Roman flashed him a little smile in return.

“Fair enough,” Roman said, “But you’re calling him his name now and you have his phone number. Next thing you know, you’ll be walking downtown hand-in-hand, eyes and hearts filled with the sweetest love that could ever be forged in the minds of man.”

“Sounds gross,” Virgil said.

“It’s romantic, shut up.”

“I don’t know if he’s the romantic type,” Patton said, “I thought I was talking to an automated message because his typing is so formal.”

“Really?” Virgil asked.

“Let me see!” Roman called. Patton handed his phone to Roman. Roman’s fingers flicked through the conversation and he frowned. “Wow, you weren’t kidding. This guy sounds like a real bookworm. I mean, this sounds like it came out of the Q and A for the website.”

“Maybe it did,” Virgil said.

“No way,” Roman answered, “His introduction is just as stiff. I mean, he typed everything in grammatically correct sentences. Who does that?”

“Someone who wants to sound professional,” Patton said, “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Roman scoffed and handed the phone back. “Nothing wrong with it? He doesn’t need to look that professional to deliver food. He went overboard.”

“Really? You’re going to judge someone for going overboard?” Virgil asked.

“At least I’ll admit when I’m being dramatic,” Roman said, “I bet this guy would insist he isn’t a drama queen.”

Patton listened to them go back and forth for a while before he returned to the math homework he had placed in front of him on the floor. He worked through a few more problems before a knock sounded on the apartment door. He lurched up, pulled his wallet from his back pocket, and pulled out several of the ones he got as a tip from his own waiter job. Then he stuffed his wallet in his back pocket and opened the door.

In front of him was a taller man who looked about Patton’s age. If Patton hand to guess the kind of person that would have sent the texts he received from this Logan guy, this would have been him. Neatly brushed brown hair, polo, blue necktie, jeans, and oxford shoes. It was a nice look. What was even nicer was the glasses he wore. Patton blinked at them and smiled.

“Hey, we have the same glasses!”

The man blinked at him, then smiled a little. “Yes, it appears we do. You must be Patton.”

Patton lurched forward and took the two bags of food from Logan’s hands. “Yeah, I’m so sorry about everything. It was a silly mistake. You must get that a lot but I feel so dumb.”

“You shouldn’t,” Logan said, “It is a common mistake and others are not so apologetic about it.”

Patton held out his hand and the money. “Here.”

“You have already tipped me.”

“I know, but it’s for the help. You didn’t have to be so nice to me. I mean, my friends were making fun of me and didn’t help me at all.”

“Nark!” Roman yelled. Virgil snorted. Patton saw Logan’s smile crack a little wider as he took the money.

“Thank you,” Logan said, “Enjoy your meal.”

“Thanks,” Patton said. Logan walked away and Patton closed the door. He walked into the room and set the bags between them.

“I’m pretty sure that guy’s in my Advanced English class,” Virgil said.

Patton looked at him. “Really?”

“Yeah. I think he sits at the table opposite me.”

“I bet it’s the one closest to the teacher’s desk.”

“How’d you know?”

“Lucky guess. You gonna see if he’s gay and if he’ll go out with Patton?”

“No, don’t do that!” Patton cried.

“Why not?” Roman said, “You clearly liked the guy.”

“Dude, that’s weird,” Virgil said. “I barely know him.”

“Well you better start buddy-ing up to him so we can finally get Mister Goody-Two-Shoes a date with someone that could be his very own Prince Charming.”

Patton blushed, but he didn’t protest.

#sanders sides #ts logan #ts patton #ts virgil #ts roman #logan #patton #virgil #roman #fan work #fan fiction #my fan fiction

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xathia-89 · 5 years

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Our Little Girl Part 2

Tagging @plumpblueberry because why just work on one thing?

Also, NSFW implied BDSM relationship.

Giles picked up his phone, checking it for the umpteenth time that evening before he was already opening the messaging app after unlocking it on automation. He opened the conversation chat with Sasha and paused before tapping out a few words.

It’s been forever, Princess.

He would be lucky to get a response within 24 hours at the moment, but her instant response caught him completely off-guard.

Sorry, Master. Big ass legal case involving my brother.

It made Giles chuckle before the next message popped up on the screen.

I miss you and Daddy too xxx

The words caught his attention entirely and ceased the world around him. He missed the sound of Sid knocking, the door opening and then the noises of the leather sofa groaning under the weight of the other man. It took a physical interference of Sid turning and tilting Giles’ head to give him a kiss for the manager to realise that his boyfriend was even present.

There had been a set routine with Sasha over the past several months. She would be present at least three times a week, her need was as strong as theirs, but the past few weeks had been hell. Sasha had suddenly cancelled, and it had been impossible to get a straight answer off her until now. Her younger twin brothers were both renown for being polar different but still fantastic heads of business. To hear that one of them was involved in a legal case should have made Giles happy, but it was stressing Sasha out, so it had the opposite effect. The problem was that both of the men had tried various forms of release, but it didn’t have the satisfaction as when Sasha was involved. Giles also figured from her texts that she was just as frustrated before Sid sat back down on the sofa.

“She’s still tied up at work,” the manager announced, sitting back in his chair and unable to look his boyfriend in the eye. He had brought up her calendar again without realising, he couldn’t get Sasha out of his mind, but then noticed that there were some changes to her agenda. “She’s booked out until Sunday evening now.”

“It’s a race to see if you burn out first, or she does,” Sid replied bitterly. “She works more than you do, and I’ve heard you leaving the flat at stupid o’clock in the mornings as well. I know she’s on your mind as much as she’s on mine if you’re doing that.”

The blush on Giles’ cheeks told Sid that he had hit a target even as the manager was trying to ignore the bartender who was now fidgeting against the leather and trying to hide how tight his jeans were. He was recalling the last time all three of them were in here, and how silky her hair had felt in his hands.

“She’s the first one who has been able to just meet and do everything without it phasing her. She just knows when to behave and when to be a brat. It’s the missing puzzle piece that we’ve been looking for without realising,” Side continued, glaring at the seemingly oblivious male.

“We just can’t go and kidnap her for sex,” Giles frowned before closing the calendar app and trying to take his focus anywhere else. “That would go down as the biggest scandal in recent history.”

“No, but we could ask her to move in with us,” Sid was staring at him, the manager could feel his eyes on him, but he was still refusing to look at the man.

“Oh yes, that would go down brilliantly,” Giles’ tone was cutting as he finally looked at Sid. “Asking the deputy CEO of our main rival company to move in, and then expect it to not be picked up by the gossip rags?”

“You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same way about Sasha as I do,” the bartender knew how to attack, and the manager reverted his gaze. “Right, silence as normal,” Sid’s voice was bitter before he promptly got up and left the room, presumably to return to working behind the bar.

The space was keenly felt by Giles, but his practicality as a manager wasn’t going to let him give in to his emotional needs. He ignored all of his emails, closing the application down and focused on the growing pile of paperwork that had accumulated in the past few days. He couldn’t let his emotions run the business, it would ruin them. Payroll was due next week, and that would be his priority. Member accounts would always need to be billed as well, various people ran on monthly payments, and some were prepayments as a deposit to cover themselves, or they had contracts. He had several spreadsheets open, and then the system to upload to ensure that all the staff would be paid as he cross-referenced the timesheets and the schedule for the past four weeks.

Giles frowned as his office phone rang, picking up the receiver and then grabbing his mobile as well.

Three missed calls. The notification was obscuring a photo of Sid and Sasha, the former kissing the latter on the cheek and none of them had been wearing a stitch of clothing if the manager remembered correctly. He couldn’t admit to anyone that Sid was right about how he felt about Sasha. The realisation had come to mind after the first few days without seeing her. His mind would continuously wonder about her, what she was doing at that moment, and if she was taking care of herself properly. He managed to even annoy himself by opening and closing her schedule five times in half an hour.

He didn’t want to spend his life with anyone else. He wanted Sid and Sasha. They both understood his moods and his needs, and they just accepted him for who he was completely.

“Giles, are you actually there or did you just knock the receiver off the phone?” Sid snapped, but there was something in the background that caught his attention.

“Yes,” Giles’ response was clipped, but the bartender knew best.

“It’s Sasha-” Sid began.

He didn’t get to finish, the phone had been replaced, and no one had seen him move so fast. He flew past the rooms and up the stairs to the bar, and practically took the door off its hinges. Sasha was in Sid’s arms, snug against his chest and the manager could smell the alcohol from her across the room as he approached them. His heart was aching to see her like this, she was never one for drinking heavily, her pleasures were taken with the boys.

Her attention was on Sid as the relief flooded the expression of the bartender at his boyfriend’s approach.

“Hey Princess, what do you think you’re doing?” Giles’ voice was soft, stroking her hair and tucking it behind her ear as her bright red eyes locked onto him. His chest was bleeding for the woman, he could see the pain and hurt in her gaze as he gently pulled her in the direction of the office. “Let’s go downstairs.”

She was putty in their hands as Sid ended up carrying her down the stairs. The staff had been given the look from Giles, and they would know better than to say or do anything, and then they took the inspiration to distract the customers inside.

Sid had found the first room that was unlocked, and carried the woman in. She had lost the fun part of her drunkenness and was now starting to look a little green before she bolted into the attached bathroom. Giles and Sid shared a look, before taking a glance about the room and noticing that the water pitcher was empty.

“I’ll get that filled up, and then you go back to the bar and make sure no one is talking about her,” Giles instructed, already turning around to leave the room. Their customers hadn’t ever seen Giles in such a state, and some of them gave Sid knowing smiles as he tapped his nose and they nodded in response before he flew up to the bar the second that the manager returned to the room.

Sasha was being stubborn about the door staying closed. Giles could hear the retching sounds echoing off the porcelain bowl as he waited patiently for her to wear down.

“I’ll text you when I’m done,” Sasha’s throat was raw from the sounds of it before Giles had a staff member bring some ice down to chill the water.

“Not a chance, just let me in princess,” the manager was trying to get her obedience, and he knew she had stiffened at the use of the nickname, and then the click told him that she had flicked the lock off.

The bathroom tiles were cool against her heated skin, and Giles had even taken to shoving her head under the shower with cold running water to try and help her sober up a little. Sasha was dozing against his shirt, her makeup smeared across the crisp, white fabric after she had finally run out of things to throw up. Giles didn’t even know how much time had passed until Sid came in.

“Closing time, how she doing?” He asked, his chin gesturing to the woman.

“Sasha?” The manager nudged her, only to be greeted with a variety of mumbling, telling both men that she was fast asleep.

“I already checked her file for the address, she wouldn’t tell us for a reason,” Sid grimaced. “She lives with Uncle Crawford.”

“Well then, I guess someone’s sleeping on the couch,” Giles gave a tight smile as he carefully picked the woman up, trying to make sure that he didn’t disturb her.

#midcin #midnight cinderella #bar AU #sid arnault #giles christophe

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