#slowly(?) getting over my fear of making (professional) phone calls

[blossyossyossy]

aw hell yeah, adulting

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Interference Part 2

Prompt: You run to your FBI neighbor when you and your boyfriend get into a fight.

Part 1

You shut your laptop with a frustrated sigh and crossed out the last address you had written down on your pad of paper. The last two days you had been searching for a place to rent, only to be turned down due to your bad credit or limited income. You didn’t have the privilege of asking your family for help, most of them had shunned you once you got into your relationship and the few that did still speak with you were in no position to lend you money.

Your phone rang again for the 3rd time in 30 minutes, a blocked number popping up on the screen. You had ignored it the last 2 times for the fear that it was your boyfriend, but he should still be in jail with no chance of making phone calls, right?

Deciding it wouldn’t really hurt to answer it, you slid the call open and instantly regretted it once the familiar devious voice spoke to you.

“Hello bird,” he greeted with fake sincerity, using the pet name he made for you as a jab at your eating habits. The fear shot through you just as hard as the other night, rendering you speechless.

“I’m out baby. I’ll be home soon and we can sit down and talk about everything. Hopefully you were able to get the house cleaned, it was a mess the last time I was there.”

He didn’t get a chance to say anything more before you ended the call. Anxiety and fear began creeping into your body, making you scramble to grab a luggage bag from the closet before shoving some clothes, toiletries, and your laptop in it. Running into the living room, you peeked out of the curtains, hoping to see Aaron’s car in the driveway. No such luck.

So grabbing your keys, you left the house, not even bothering to lock it and threw your luggage into the backseat of your car. You tore out of the driveway and down the street like a bat out hell, unsure exactly how far away your boyfriend was. As reckless as driving 50 in a residential was, you took your chances of being pulled over and put as much distance between you and that house before dialing Aaron’s number at a red light.

“Hotchner,” he answered professionally from the other line.

“Aaron. He got out. I don’t know how, maybe his mom paid his bail. He called me and said he was on his way to me.” Your words were fast and frantic. You would've continued rambling had Aaron not stopped you.

"Y/N. Just take a deep breath for me, alright?"

The light turned green and you did as he instructed, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, it doing very little to calm your frazzled nerves but appreciated it regardless.

"Now do you have anywhere you can go, maybe a friends house or family member? Somewhere you'd be safe?"

"No," you spoke. "I don't have any friends and most of my family disowned me when I got into this stupid relationship. The rest of them live on the West Coast."

There was a pause of silence as you felt him thinking over the phone. Most likely figuring out the easiest way to get rid of you and your problems.

"Alright. I have some down time before my meeting in an hour. Why don't you come by and we can figure out a plan. I'll send you the address, just take the elevator to the 4th floor."

A second later you felt the buzz of your phone from the incoming text message. "Ok. Thank you so much Aaron. And I'm so sorry for taking up your time." Tears threatened to fall but you held them back.

"Don't be sorry, Y/N. I want to help you. Don't worry, we'll get this all sorted out. Just text me when you arrive."

"I will," you replied before you both said goodbye and hung up. You put the address in your navigation and drove mindlessly through traffic, so many thoughts going through your head it made you want to scream.

The address wasn't too far from your own homes, arriving there in less than an hour and heading into the very drab looking building before taking the elevator, texting Aaron that you had arrived on the way up.

You had just made it to the front desk before seeing Aaron headed in your direction, giving the receptionist a small smile. "She's with me Lonnette, thank you."

You waited as Lonnette printed your visitor badge and handed it over with a friendly smile before following Aaron through the floor, passing by glass offices and cubicles. You were quiet, not really in the mood for small talk which you felt he sensed and didn't bother saying anything as he lead you up some stairs to an office that you presumed was his by the gold name plaque on his desk.

"Have a seat, please," he offered politely, closing the door and walking over to his side of the desk. "Would you like something to drink? Water? Coffee?"

You shook your head. "No thank you. I appreciate the offer though."

He unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat down, moving some files to the side. "So I'm genuinely surprised to hear that he's out of jail. You said you think his mother bailed him out?"

"Yeah. I don't think she knows anything about what happened but whenever he asks her for money, she just sends it to him. I think she feels guilty for never being in his life so giving him money when he needs it helps her feel better about it." You rung your hands together, anxious about the whole situation as well as being there, talking with a man that was pretty much a complete stranger, bugging him for help.

"And he called you afterwards, telling you that he was on his way? Did he seem upset?" His tone was curious as if trying to get every piece of puzzle to fit perfectly in order to build an accurate idea of who your boyfriend was. It made sense considering his profession.

"I don't know. He's really good at hiding his anger until he snaps. He was talking like nothing had happened and we were just going to go back to normal." Your head whipped towards the open window blinds where someone was just walking by, Aaron noticing your jumpy behavior immediately.

"You're safe here. No one knows anything about what happened except you and I," he reassured you, making you relax just a little. "I don't think he'll be out of jail for long though, at least until he sees the judge for arraignment. I will personally see to that."

His words brought you a bit of placidity and hope as you still wondered why he would go through such lengths to help you out.

"I do have a small flat not far from here that I use occasionally for late nights at the office when I don't want to drive all the way home. You can stay there for now, until you find a place of your own if you'd like. Completely up to you, I don't want you to feel pressured."

Your eyes looked up from the floor to meet his, surprised by his offer.

"I- uh. I couldn't impose on you like that-

"You wouldn't be. I barely use it anymore, I prefer to be at my home with my son whenever I can."

Son? He has a son. Of course he does. He probably also has a wife or at least a girlfriend since you didn't see a ring on his finger. The thought of him with a son didn't bother you, in fact it only gave you more of a reason to trust him.

"If you're sure you don't mind," you said, trying not to sound too excited, relieved that you wouldn't have to go back to your boyfriends house. "Please let me pay some sort of rent or something though. It's the least I can do."

He shook his head no, his expression soft and nonchalant. "Don't worry about it. You're gonna need the money for your new place. Just promise me that you won't contact him or go back to that house unless you have some sort of escort, preferably by law enforcement."

You could be my escort.

You nodded in agreement, ignoring your thoughts.

“Alright then. I can send you the address and give you the keys now. I'm not sure if the fridge is stocked but feel free to add or throw anything away. There is a washer and dryer there so you can wash the sheets and anything else you need." He pulled his keys from his desk drawer and removed a ring with a single key on it, holding it out for you.

You took it gratefully and stood with him as he buttoned his suit back up and checked his watch.

"Could I at least make you dinner or something?" you blurted, not sure where such confidence came from. "I mean, I just want to do something for you in return for your incredible generosity." You couldn't stop the blush from burning your cheeks, your words successfully embarrassing yourself.

A small smile played at the corner of his mouth, showing off just the slightest sight of dimples. "I'll be with my son tonight but maybe we could grab a coffee sometime tomorrow."

You smiled back, more than satisfied with his offer and followed him out of his office, feeling a few stares from people but avoided eye contact. Aaron walked you back to the receptionist and even had her add you as a contact so visiting would be an easier feat.

"Thank you again Aaron," you spoke, the anxiety you had been feeling for the last few hours, finally beginning to dissipate. He answered with a friendly nod and you entered the elevators. Once the doors closed and you were completely alone, you took in a deep breath. Maybe everything was going to be ok like he said.

[honeipie]

THE INTERVIEW

katsuki bakugo x fem!reader

synopsis: katsuki won’t do interviews for anyone. well, anyone that isn’t you.

this is part two of the first hockey boys katsuki post which you can find here

after the interaction at the bar, you and katsuki had been seeing more and more of each other, not only on a professional level, but a personal one as well. in public he'd answer your questions dead last during the press conferences, but you waited each time. knowing that when it was over he wouldn’t leave your side at that bar.

it didn’t take long for the two of you to start dating. you knew you liked him, and he liked you.

the two of you never made your relationship known to the public, due to the small fear you had of it interfering with your job. katsuki never minded, as long as you came home with him at the end of the day he wasn't going to complain.

so five months later here you were, in bed with one of the best hockey players in the league, trying to escape his need to cuddle.

buzz. buzz. buzz.

"get your damn phone will ya?" katsuki mumbled, pressing his eyes shut. you let out a long sigh eyes opening slowly.

"i would if you weren't holding me down like a damn paperweight" he only grumbled loosening his arm around your torso. you couldn’t help but giggle picking up the phone.

“don’t worry my baby. i’ll make it up to you”

“shut up” this made him fully let go and turn his body around. you couldn’t help but fully burst out in laughter at his dramatics before you answered your phone.

“hello?” you rubbed off the sleep that still clouded your eyes.

“y/n, sorry to call you this early but we’re going to need to have a meeting quickly. i hope you don’t mind”

you contained the groan you wanted to let out and opted for a small sigh instead “i’ll be there in an hour” hanging up you turned back to your boyfriend placing your chin in his shoulder.

“i gotta go to work kats”

he grumbled something before turning around to fully face you “this is the one day i don’t gotta go to practice and now they’re callin’ you in? what the hell?”

“i know it sucks, but i’ll be back as soon as possible ‘kay? it’s just a meeting then i should be done” you pulled him in for a kiss which he sleepily returned.

“ugh your breath-“

“shut the fuck up”

even through your teasing he couldn’t help but smirk a little. you got out of the bed opening up his closet. he had opened up a space for you knowing that you might have to get up and go. you picked out something that was comfortable, but still work appropriate. you didn’t plan on staying long anyways.

by the time you exited the closet you were quickly putting on lipstick and looking in the nearest mirror you could find. at this point, katsuki had gotten up and made his way over to you.

“you look nice”

he placed kisses at the crook of your neck, which you were trying not let get to you. cause if you did you would not be getting to work.

“thanks!” you put some earrings in trying not to tilt your head too much where he could have more leverage over you. once they were in you turned around making his head snap back up “i will be back. please remind me cause you know how i could stay there for hours” cupping his cheeks you pulled him in for one last kiss which left a lipstick stain, but you weren’t going to be the one to tell him that.

when you arrived at the station you said your casual hello’s before making your way into one of the conference rooms. luckily, there was already a coffee sitting there waiting for you. ever since you had drawn more attention for the station you’ve been getting some more positive attention.

“hello sir” you greeted your boss with a smile going to sit down across from him. he smiled back at you his teeth practically shining from all the whitening his does.

“there she is! sorry for calling you in on such short notice. i know you probably have errands to attend to" you only shrugged going to take a sip of your coffee "the reason i called you up is because we need something big. we've been getting attention from the players and that's good, but the season is almost over, and we can't just rely on those press conferences anymore. we need something bigger. remember those locker room interviews i was talking about? i was wondering if you could score one with any of the teammates. if you could pull it off, do it with bakugo. he seems to do strangely well with you"

your eyes flit up to meet his. you thought that you could get away with the press conferences for at least the rest of the season. katsuki and you never really delved too dead into work conversation. you'd always hit him with the little 'how was work' and his response never failed, 'y/n you were there'. that was all you would really do. you didn't want him to think that you were with him just to get information out of him, so you never said much about what your boss asked you to do.

"that should be okay with you right? i mean you are our star reporter"

clearing your throat you nodded "i should be able to pull something through. is this all? not to be rude, but i do have some plans for the rest of the day"

he shook his head standing up from his chair "that's all i got for ya" he walked over to give your hand a firm shake "thanks for being so cooperative. shoot me an email when you've got something" with that, he was out of the door.

your keys clanged against the ceramic bowl you made on one of you and katsuki's date nights. he had made one too, you just use it to keep your rings in. katsuki stood in the kitchen already starting prep on some dinner for later. you slipped off your shoes going over to stand next to him.

"how was your meeting?" he asked using a knife to scrape vegetables into a bowl. all you could do was shrug and hop onto the island counter.

"it was okay" you watched as his back muscles flexed along with his movements. katsuki was good on the ice for sure, but in the kitchen? it was like everything he touched was approved by God himself. after he had made your favorite meal after a long day you had never gone back to cooking yourself.

katsuki finished with the last of the vegetables before walking over to you. both hands rested by your thighs, which you wrapped around his waist bringing him closer “hello handsome” you went to lean in but to your surprise he dodged.

he must’ve noticed the offended look that crossed your face “tell me what’s up”

“nothing is up! i just wanted a kiss!”

“don’t lie to me. i just can tell something is wrong. don’t ask how, just tell me so i can help. don’t want you moping around the house bringin’ the mood down”

“weird way of saying you care” your fingers went up to play with some of his hair.

“i do care. that’s why i’m asking”

a small pout formed on your lips as you thought “i don’t want this to ruin what we have. i don’t want you to think im using you or anything, cause i’m not. i love you kat,” if you being upset before didn’t concern him enough this definitely did “my boss is asking me to get a locker room interview with someone on the team-“

“i’ll do it”

it was so quick you could’ve missed it. he didn’t look upset, or even angry. katsuki just shrugged as if it was an every day occurrence. as if he doesn’t brush off every single one on one interview there is. no, you’ve seriously seen him delete the emails before even opening them. fucking spam is what he calls them.

your eyebrows furrowed together at his words “you’re- you’re sure about this?”

“yeah why not. you’re definitely the one doing the interview right? plus if you don’t want it to be with me i’ll force one of the other extras to do it. they fuckin’ love the attention.. was that it?”

“i’ll be doing the interview for sure, and that was it”

he leaned down finally giving you the kiss you wanted along with a small ‘love you’ at the very end.

when he kissed you, there was an unusual feeling on his bottom lip. pulling away you put your thumb over his lip feeling out the bump.

"what the fuck? do you have herpes or some shit?"

katsuki pulled away with an offended expression "no i don't have fuckin' herpes! and if i did, i would've gotten it from your dumbass!"

"well i don't have herpes so where did the herpes bump come from?"

"stop calling it that!"

your stomach was hurting from laughter and katsuki was trying not to give in to your stupid jokes "i got it from that game yesterday. it's starting to swell up a bit" you tilted your head letting your thumb graze over it again.

"babe, you've gotta stop fighting. i don't want to mistake you for having STDs again-"

"is this your weird way of saying you care?"

"i do care"

the two of you stared at each other for a good minute, neither backing down until he let out a huff "fine. can't believe you're doin' this to me" he grumbled going to walk away into the bedroom “come get into some more comfortable clothes. i want to lay down to make up for this morning"

katsuki had a game the next day, so of course you sat right behind the bench where the team sat. it was a close match the whole game. tensions were high between both of the teams, and everyone could feel it. all throughout there was one player on the other team that was really pissing katsuki off, and you could tell from where you were sitting. the way he would skate quickly away from him every time he would get close. the way he would make the whole bench shake every time he sat down in rotations.

there was no physical contact made from either side. not until katsuki scored a goal for his team which must've aggravated the other enough to the point of bodychecking katsuki, hard.

the crowd egged the players actions on with ‘oooohs’ and ‘oh shits!’

now katsuki was livid. you could see him doing a quick turn around to face the player again, but suddenly stopped himself.

katsuki shook his head, and skated away.

the whole crowed murmured in confusion, the player who instigated it was confused. hell, you were even confused.

the day katsuki bakugou refused a fight has finally come.

after the game had finished, and everyone cleared out of the locker room, the station got it set up for the interview. you had taken katsuki into the coach’s office to explain how it was going to go down “so it’s not like a regular locker room interview. it’s going to be like a podcast episode. people eat those up nowadays so this is gonna be good-“

“hm” he was half listening to whatever you were saying. his face was buried in your neck and hands pulled you in by your waist. the blinds were closed and the door was shut, so there was a fifty-fifty chance you could’ve gotten caught, and he was willing to take it.

you decided explaining any more would be useless. all of it going through one ear and out the other. so you moved your hands up the back of his shirt making him shiver slightly “you did good today. i saw your goals”

“thanks baby” he whispered back placing soft kisses along your neck “we can go home after this right?”

“right after, then take a hot bath”

“then let’s get this over with” hesitantly, he pulled away from you going to open the door. you could tell how the game wore him out by how his shoulders sagged slightly, and his hair was a mess. hand going to his shoulder you stopped him “hey, we can do this another day”

he shook his head grabbing one of his baseball caps “nah i’m fine. turn this shit on” nodding you got into you seat. he settled into his but couldn’t help but watched as you fixed your appearance looking into one of the screens nearby. fixing your lipstick because he accidentally smeared it from the after game kiss. the way you straightened out your clothes because of the way he relaxed onto you like a pillow. he loved seeing the evidence of his love all over you, even if nobody knew.

man, he was starting to regret agreeing to keeping this secret.

“are you ready mr. bakugo?” you asked as if you didn’t even know him.

“yeah ‘m ready”

the interview was going smoothly for the most part. you asked him questions and he either gave you one of his famous snarky remarks, or an actual thought out answer. the topic of conversation had turned onto the events of today’s game, and you had questions already lined up in your head.

“so mr. bakugo you had a good game today with you and your teammates pulling in yet another victory. though i’m sure everyone is wondering why you didn’t involve yourself in the fight today. i mean that player was being pretty hostile”

katsuki shrugged pulling the mic away from his mouth a bit “my girl doesn’t like when i fight”

your eyebrow raised at his statement. the team behind the cameras ears perked up at the new information.

“your girl? you- you have a girlfriend?”

his eyes flit up to yours trying to contain his budding smirk “yeah i do. congratulations, you’re the first people to publicly know. other than the team”

“if you don’t mind me asking. how long have you and your girlfriend been together?”

“almost six months”

“so almost half a year. she must have something special if she could tie you down”

both of you were now smiling at each other. it wasn’t shocking that you were smiling, but katsuki? hell must’ve frozen over.

“yeah she’s special as hell, and pretty. might put a ring on her finger one of these days if that’s what she wants” he adjusted the mic once more “people might say that’s quick, but i say when you know you know. why waste time?”

you had choked on your spit causing a coughing fit. katsuki covered his face to hide the fact that he was chuckling at your misfortune. once you pulled yourself together you shook your head “i’m sorry about that. i don’t know what happened”

“don’t worry about it”

“well thank you so much mr. bakugo for doing this interview with us. you’ve been amazing”

he mumbled out a ‘you’re welcome’ before the cameras stopped rolling. you got up quickly making sure the crew had everything they needed before you made your way outside. both you and katsuki had driven your own cars here so you would simply meet him at home.

by the time he had gotten there you had already run the bath and gotten in. you could hear the soft pats of his clothes hitting the floor as he made his way into the bathroom. carefully, he slipped into the tub behind you, muscles instantly relaxing. the two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while. just basking in the warmth of the tub.

“you’re good at your job”

“thanks” you looked over your shoulder to see that his head was tilted back. his adam’s apple bobbed a little because of your movements.

“whatcha starin’ at me for?”

“cause your pretty. and i want to know if you meant what you said”

his one eye opened to look over at you “what did i say?”

katsuki knew what he said. he just wanted to be able to hear his words become yours.

“that you wanted to marry me”

he closed his eye again moving his arms to wrap around your body. they pulled you close with ease enveloping you in more warmth.

“i meant every fuckin’ word”

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[luvz-me]

being at the last year of your sports medicine university course abroad in america was like a dream come true. but in all honesty you just wanted it to be over and quick. the prospect of having to intern at a random clinic for three months wasn't appealing at all. you made sure to send your cv to different physiotherapy clinics, gyms, sports clubs but still no answer.

watching all your colleagues start earlier than you was discouraging until one afternoon, after watching 2 boring movies a guy at a club told you to watch last night you got a call.

someone with a very poised voice starts talking almost immediately, "good afternoon, i'm speaking on behalf of the sports clinic and i was wondering if you'd be available for an interview tomorrow morning regarding your internship application?"

you almost envied the way there wasn't any hint of nervousness in their voice. it was almost immediate the way you accepted the offer, in all honesty you just wanted to get it over with.

you started your internship there after almost a week until one day, by the evening you witnessed something you never thought you would. tashi fucking duncan walking in the clinic right as you were about to leave. you felt your stomach turn, not in the bad way, but in the - what the fuck, did i hit my head somewhere and wake up in an alternate universe? - way. your anxiety making you want to throw up seeing one of the people you wrote countless essays about stand before you.

"i'm looking to book a sports physician. medium term for art donaldson, need them to be able to come in-house monday through friday." you heard her say to the receptionist, blunt yet always polite. one of your idols standing just a few meters away from you made you weak at the knees. you were aware the clinic was well frequented but you never thought she'd be in your sight ever.

you looked at your nails, pondering if you should start biting them, regaining a bad habit just because you found yourself in a situation you couldn't control sounds very much like you but tashi probably would think that's gross so you stop.

a client you had been assigned to arrives and you curse yourself out for not being able to keep listening to the conversation anymore. the day never ended. each glance you took at the clock just seemed like you were stopped in time. sighing while helping the elder woman stretch her upper body and muttering some words of praise, explaining to her that she'd have to keep coming for at least one more week so the pain could dissipate. you flashed her a smile as she got up and said goodbye, thanking you endlessly for helping her ease the pain.

your supervisor had been watching you. giving some criticism on this session with the client. as you were about to leave she pulled you aside and informed you that starting tomorrow you'd be going to tashi duncans house.

everything inside was pristine, you were even scared to even lean against the furniture in fear you'd somehow break it. tashi had given you a quick house tour, her heels clacking on the hardwood floors as she warmed you up to her, occasionally telling jokes about herself and saying you reminded her of herself. when she was in college. you didn't really know what that meant but you decided to take it as a compliment, nervously fidgeting your fingers. art was nowhere to be seen up until you reached the gym area.

standing there, broad shoulders scrolling through his phone, distracted and flashing a smile towards his wife once she clears her throat and wraps an arm around his shoulder. introducing you to each other and leaving promptly, saying she had a meeting with her pr team and that she'd be back at 8 pm.

you swallow dry. standing there awkwardly with your backpack on your shoulders.

"so.. umm were gonna start with wall angels maybe. tashi told me thats your problem area right now" you blurted out, trying to sound as professional as possible "just. place your arms against the wall in a 90 degree angle and slowly straighten them"

art follows suit, standing against the wall awkwardly moving his arms up and down before asking "how old are you?" breaking the silence

"i'm 21" you mutter in surprise analysing his form and his toned shoulders, and arms.. and muscles. eyes narrowing trying to remind yourself that this is not one of your hookups, this is art fucking donaldson and you're here for an internship. at his house. in his fancy home gym. hes not yours to admire. "why?"

"ah.. just wanted to know" art shrugs, looking at you intently. he gets up suddenly, yet his movements are deliberate. you feel the knot tighten in your stomach, your pulse quicken as i looked at the man before me. "can you show me how to do it properly?" his voice drops to a lower tone and all you can do for a few seconds is flutter your lashes at him

"but this is pretty easy already, i don't know how to ex-"

"i said, i want you to show me" art cuts you off, his gaze literally burning through your skull

art mirrors your movements, his eyes never leaving yours. you hope he doesn't notice the slight tremble in your hands.

"like this?" he asks, his voice even softer now, almost a whisper.

you nod, your breath hitching. "yes, just like that. make sure to keep your back flat against the wall."

he follows your instructions, his body inching closer. you can feel the heat emanating from him, a stark contrast to the cool, clinical setting of the gym. there's a tension in the air, a charged silence that makes your heart race.

"you're good at this," he murmurs, his eyes darkening with an emotion you can't quite place

your cheeks flush, the compliment catching you off guard. "i appreciate that, mr. donaldson."

he moves closer, his body now just inches from yours. you can feel the magnetism between you, a pull that's impossible to ignore. his hand reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. the gesture is tender, almost too intimate for your professional setting. "it's art, yeah? call me art, i don't want to feel like an old fart" he grins

"i should… i should check your shoulder alignment," you stammer, trying to regain some semblance of professionalism. "you're a bit tight here," you say, your voice trembling slightly. "let me help you."

you guide him through a series of stretches, your hands lingering a bit longer than necessary on his shoulders, his back. the room feels smaller, the air thicker with each passing moment.

the session was over. finally. you gathered your things and slid your backpack over your shoulders. art's gaze is still on you and it's impossible not to feel it "are you in a hurry to leave?"

"umm, no i just. no im not in a hurry" you smile "just don't want to bother you anymore" your breath catches in your throat

"i was hoping we could talk a bit more. get to know each other better." he smirks. what the fuck "tashi told me some things about you but i think one on one conversation is far better" grabbing your hand and guiding you to a small resting area at the gym engaging in some superficial conversation about you while tracing circles in the back of your hand. you can't help but sigh. his hands becoming more and more pervasive, touching your thighs, reaching up up up until he's close to your crotch. a slight whine escapes your mouth. you're not focusing on the conversation at all.

"art, this is not-"

"tashi doesn't have to know" he replies knowing tashi knows damn well. hell, she even planned this for him. it wasn't her intention to scout a pretty little physiotherapist like you at first. but you were at the right place, at the right time. the moment she took a glance at you she knew she had to have you. it was a plus art needed help with his shoulders. his hands roaming on the waistband of your tight leggings, your mouth parting with a sigh. sigh that he takes as opportunity to crash his lips against yours. your eyes narrow at first and for a second you try to pull back but you don't really want to.

his fingers edging closer to your panties, the tightness of the leggings increasing the skin on skin contact. "aw you look so pretty with your lips parted. you wanna take my fingers in you don't you huh?" now hovering over you, caressing you over your top "fucking corrupt that little head of yours"

you can't help but let out a moan that sends him over the edge. sliding your leggings down caressing you over your panties. before pushing two fingers inside your mouth for you to suck. "you want this don't you baby?"

"mhm" you nod trying your hardest not to bite him when he uses his opposite hand to caress your sensitive nub. furrowing your eyebrows trying your hardest not to grab his arm. his calloused fingers leaving your plump mouth suddenly and making a 'pop' sound "but tashi might" cut off by the pads of his fingers circling your clit

"tashi doesn't mind" his voice hungry "im just helping you out yeah? we're just getting acquainted" one of his fingers teases your entrance slowly entering earning a sharp wince from you. the unfamiliar feeling slowly turning into pleasure as he slid it in and out "open your eyes f'me, let me see those pretty eyes"

you bite your lip staring at his face as he does such a lewd thing to you, and you let him. knowing he has a wife. somehow this made it even more arousing. whats wrong with you? "gonna add one more finger, fuck you're so tight around me, so good. i bet that clit would feel so good around my tongue" small tears cornering around your eyes. the soft noises leaving your lips only encouraging him to keep going.

"feels good huh baby?" he coos, his face edging closer and closer to your clit as your hips rise, only to stop once you're about to cum. abruptly sliding your panties back up along with your leggings.

this earns him a well deserved mewl. edging you like this. stopping when you were just so so close was just so mean of him. looking up at him just to see him lick your juices off his fingers, feeding them to you. "suck" he commands "don't be mad, i just need to make sure you come back for more sessions" fixing your hair and picking up your backpack from where you left it on the gym floor

[loverstrings]

Just sulking.

fatherfigure!aaron hotchner x gn!reader

summary: In a confused state, Hotch reminds you what lead to it. warning: HEAVY ANGST, happy/hopeful ending, reader dissociated, cheating (not by reader or hotch), reader calls hotch 'dad', hotch calls reader 'sweetheart' and 'honey', no use of y/n a/n: RAAAA gaud sometimes my own writings got me fucked up. I hope you enjoy reading this one the way I enjoyed writing it. I was also listening to Decode by Paramore so that’ll be mentioned in the fic hehehe. I didn't really proofread it, sorry for grammar errors.

You snap back into the conversation when you notice your heart racing, tear stains drying on your face and your palm throbbing in pain. Why are you standing? You look around you and see papers and trinkets that lived on your desk now on the floor next to you. Why does every part of your body feel strained? After looking at the aftermath of your desk you look straight ahead to see Hotch, eyes soften, he’s standing, why is he standing your tissue box in his hands. You try reading it, trying to make a profile of why he’s in your office and why Paramore was playing in the background.

“Hotch” You whisper. Slowly losing your composer, the cracks of vulnerability showing. Something you promised yourself you wouldn’t ever show Hotch. He already takes care of so much, you barely wanted him to take care of you too. Hotch didn’t dare to speak until you asked your question. He saw the gears turning in your head. He saw the anger that was once there fade into confusion and fear. So he gave you a soft hum, so you know that he’s acknowledging you. 

Tears start to trickle down your face. A small sound came out of your mouth, almost like a whimper. You didn’t understand, what happened? How’d you end up like this? And what the fuck happened to your voice?

With all the courage you can muster, your frail voice chokes out “H-hotch, what happened?” More tears start to slip out, you sniffle them back and continue. “Please, I don’t understand. Dad, please I don’t I-” The confusion and fear completely taking over your speech. Now tears are streaming down your face as you slip further into feeling fearful of yourself   

In that moment, Aaron’s closed off professional personality completely shatters when you call him ‘Dad’. You and Hotch aren’t related, he was just a father figure for you since you joined the team at 24. He hasn’t seen you dissociate this quickly since the first heavy case you experienced years ago. Here you both are, standing in your home office with papers and gifts scattered on the floor.  Hotch came to visit and drop off some food, he and the team realized you hadn’t been at work and knew something was up. So they sent their resident dad to the rescue knowing Hotch had a softer spot for you the same way he had one for Jack. 

He tells you all of this while sitting you down in your office chair. He continues explaining that with the extra keys you gave him. He let himself in to drop the food and card that Jack and the team wrote up for you. Expecting you to be too sick to get out of bed, but he saw your office door open, lights dimmed and Decode by Paramore playing a little louder than he expected.

In true BAU fashion Hotch took out his gun to clear the rooms in your house before slowly entering the office. He heard you before he saw you, you were humming to the song. Lowering his gun and holstering it he knocked on the wall and announced himself while calling out for you. You give him a quick ‘yeah’ in response as you continue what you were doing. Hotch walked closer to see what you were so in trance with. That’s when he saw you sitting at your desk looking at your phone. He peered his head over to see what exactly you were looking at and saw you scrolling through instagram. He notices there is no purpose with scrolling and you look stunned. 

He softened up, “Sweetheart, what are you looking at?” Leaning over your desk so you can hear him a little better.

Slouching further in your chair you mumble, “Nothing, just sulking today.” Hotch didn’t believe you so he pushes and asks you “What did you find out?”

You look up from your phone to make eye contact with Hotch. “They've been dating for about 5 months. Well that’s what the instagram story says.” You can barely look at Hotch because you see him, you see Aaron and not Hotch and it utterly breaks you. You have promised him that this guy was different and Hotch approved. Ever since you joined the BAU, you have always looked for his approval. His word  was the one that meant the world to you.

“We broke up 5 months ago, something felt wrong and I tried to profile him but he used me and this team as an excuse to break up. There was never a conversation about why he just left. ” You rise from your seat, hands pressing into your desk, making intense eye contact with the man in front of you.

“Hotch, he lied to me. He lied about everything and before we even broke up faked his love for me but I was so fucking love sick to notice. I should have noticed something, right?”  You don’t realize you raised your voice as you continued talking. “I’m a fucking profile at the BAU for god fucking sake how come I didn’t see it coming.” Pacing from behind your desk, you run your hands through your hair while tears fall onto your cheeks.

“I can’t believe I let this happen to me.” You scuff to yourself, Hotch still standing in front of you. He kept his mouth shut, if he says anything it could possibly antagonize you. So he lets you continue until you can’t anymore, it looks like you’ve hid all this hurt from him for a long time, longer than 5 months. “You know what” you’re pointing at Hotch now, eyes look like they’ve lost life and rage took over.  Hotch sees you dissociating now, he tries to respond to your question but you cut him off. 

“Everytime we’re on a mission, he doesn’t pick up the phone. He would text and say he was busy.” Your voice is straining from raising it, something Hotch thought he’d only see in the field. “So I call who I thought was my best friend because after cases I want something to feel normal, you know. I wanted to talk to someone who doesn’t know what we’ve seen. And god how can I be so fucking stupid. S-she would keep secrets when talking about her day and I didn’t push it because I trusted but god fucking damnit Hotch it was all there. All the evidence was there.” You’re choking up now, the tears streaming faster than you can think, the music seemed to hit harder. “She was supposed to be my best friend. I told her how he didn’t love me once, I told her so many secrets about him so she knew how fucked up he was. But she took his side, she defended him while caring for me.” 

Now you feel insane because you laugh, you let out a crazed laugh. Running your hands through your hair again you look at your desk. 

Hotch is watching you intensely now, feeling like your next move will harm someone in the room. He moves back and watches you contemplate something, raising your hands you push all the contents on your desk with a loud “Fucking asshats. How can you do that to someone you care about?” The screaming and yelling turned into confusion and fear. Which leads to your current state. 

“Woah, I said all of that.” You mumble out, Hotch is kneeling in front of you, hand in his as he cleans your wound.

“Yeah, I’m sorry that happened to you sweetheart. You know outside of this room is some ramen I got from your favorite spot and a card from Jack and the team.” He looks at you now, the light in your eyes start to come back so he pushes another question “How ‘bout I call everyone for a small movie night and you can talk to the girls about what happened.” You look at him with hope and nod, explaining that them coming over would be nice. 

“Sounds good, honey. I’ll call them right now” He says while rising to reach for his phone. Before he calls he turns back to you and says “Don’t worry about the mess, Reid and I will clean it up. I bet he knows exactly where everything was.” You let out a sad chuckle because Hotch is right, Spencer has taken hostage of your office because his words ‘the atmosphere is the same but completely different from his home’.

An hour later, you’re sitting on your couch. A blanket over your lap, as you eat the ramen Hotch brought for you. The team is spread out around your kitchen and dining table, you realize they also brought over everyone’s ramen order to make you feel less guilty for being the only one eating it. During that time, Spencer completely reorganized your desk and left you one of your favorite candies for you to find the next day. The rest of the team came bearing beers and wine, giggling that today is finally the day a team sleepover happens. 

Still in your head you don't notice the slight dip in the couch until you look over and see Emily with a glass of wine in her hand. “So my love, tell me everything.” You giggle and tell the whole group to gather around, yelling that you don’t want to repeat the same story 6 other times. 

[seven-004]

Get Off my Car!

Red Hood x Reader (f!)

Scary vigilante or not after a 12 hour shift anyone would be annoyed with someone refusing to stop using your car as a seat

Warnings: Mild banter and a few innuendos, blood and mild panic

🚫 DO NOT USE FOR ACCURATE MEDICAL DIAGNOSIS OR PROCEDURES OF ANY KIND IM NOT A TRAINED MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL WHATSOEVER 🚫

Taking on a considerable amount of under paid overtime was less than ideal. More so as a fresh med grad at a Bowery hospital. But you needed the hours and more than anything the experience

Slightly regretting it when needing to cross the dark parking lot after a graveyard shift. In a City brimming with vigilantism and villains. They just had to give the worst shift to the newbie huh

It was a dreadingly long walk to your car that felt like a lot longer than it probably was

But here you were nonetheless. A very large obstacle in your way. Something that not only had your mouth gaping open but also incredibly irritated. Red Hood was using the back half of your cars roof as a seat. Said half visibly closer to the ground than the other. While audibly playing some kind of shooter game on his phone

"Uhm- Red Hood can you-" the current irritation was lower than the fear while you clutched your satchel gathering your courage "please can you get off my car sir?"

He was secretly offended you thought he was old enough to be called sir and it may have influenced in his response

He gave you the finger and promptly resumed his game. Not that he'd even paused it to begin with. You were too tired to deal with this after such a long shift. Your keys were already clutched between your knuckles throughout the walk to your car and accessible. You simply got into your car and in a burst of courage? tiredness? irritation? it could of been anything honestly

Regardless of the reason, you simply put the car in reverse and satisfyingly watched him roll right off. No middle finger now huh

Rolling your window down, he lay on the floor twitching. The adrenaline was certainly there now realizing what you'd done and quite honestly expecting to see a gun pointing at your face through the window

However, Red Hood was now laughing loudly from his position on the floor

"You're crazy! Sure caught me off guard"

He continued to squawk on the floor. Leather jacket visibly crinkling with his movement. Not exactly what you were expecting but you'd take it over a gun to the face any day. Peeking curiously out your window with baited breath just waiting for something else to happen. For anything else to happen

Finally sitting up. His day had been less than ideal and rolling off of a car certainly wasn't something he planned on doing today but it somehow didn't make the day any worse. Especially not when you, a cute person in scrubs watched him intently form the driver seat

"Hey-" you visibly flinched "I'll take ya home" still frozen in your seat as he got off the floor and walked over to your passenger side door

Only turning to look at Red Hood when he knocked on the window. Narrowing your eyes at him. He chuckled. "I won't do anything weird, swear" putting a hand up as if saying an oath. Barely convinced and still suspicious, you very slowly moved to unlock the car

"Try anything funny and I'll run you over as soon as you get outta my car"

He laughed again slipping into your passenger seat "Got it. I'll just see you home"

Your already tense shoulders were now on the verge of cramping. "Put your seatbelt on" Red Hood only stared. Realizing it was a stupid request but persisting anyway now that the words had left your mouth "wouldn't want another incident involving my car now would we"

His presence was both releaving and unnerving. Pro, scariest vigilante was here to protect you should anything happen. Con, a huge buff man was now sitting in your passenger seat in the dead of night with no witnesses should anything happen

He was incredibly amused but still complied. You were extremely gutsy and he applauded that. Meanwhile you had no idea where said courage was stemming from

You began the drive home, Red Hood going back to his game. It wasn't a long drive or an eventful one either. Soon pulling into the apartments parking lot "Alright this is it" he didn't make any effort to move. Your shoulder brushing his broad ones when you gathered your satchel and keys

You'd realized how much his shoulders spilled over the seats width when he first took a seat. But it made you feel small nonetheless

You got out of the car and took a few steps towards the stairs leading up. Red Hood was already half a step behind you without really noticing him get out of the car, proceeding to lock it "That won't really do much"

"Yeah I know... it's more for comfort I suppose?" Shrugging absentmindedly, if you were to get robbed not much could stop it unless there was someone there in the moment brave enough to do something about it

He got in the elevator with you, more than you already expected for little ol' you. Accompanying you all the way to the door "Thank you for escorting me?... accompanying me all the way here. Sorry about the car. Genuinely. Omg I didn't apologize sooner I'm so so so sorry. Are you alright? I'm a terrible person- I'm a terrible doctor." His chuckle brought you back up to earth from that downward spiral

"I'm alright-"

"Are you sure! Should I examine you?"

"Oh? "

"What- no wait not like that" if Red Hood had been amused before by how you rolled him off your car he was more amused now seeing you flustered

"I'll see you around" he waved and simply walked off leaving you dumbstruck and flushed red at your apartment door

"I'll see you around? What a dork"

"Shut up dickhead or I'll punch your teeth in" is heard down the hall and you wonder if he was talking to another tenant

— • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • —

It'd been a few nights now and there hadn't been any vigilantes in sight. Until tonight at least. Similarly as the first time you approached your car after another long shift and there he was on your car roof again

Irritation bubbled up like pasta water reaching a boil about to spill over

"Do I have to roll you off again!" A scowl evident under the street light in the open lot

"Oh no not today haha" he slipped off the roof with a practiced elegance a white paper cup in hand, another next to where he was just sitting

A lid immediately placed on those boiling noodles effectively suffocating all irritation originally there "Coffee?" Not exactly what you were expecting making it quite the pleasant surprise

"Oh sorry, I'll be going to bed soon but thank you though" you felt bad, sheepishly turning him down with pink cheeks

"Oh right, it's decaf!" Red Hood quickly reached for the cup on top your car to present it to you, the sticker on it in fact saying decaf

"Aw thank you, that's really sweet"

There was a slight awkward pause. You took a sip of it, the coffee itself was really good although plain. But still hot making you wonder how he'd done it when it seemed like he'd been sitting there for a bit waiting for you

"Ah can I?"

You pointed at the driver side door. Which he was standing in front of

"Oh right, sure" "Smooth "

"Shut up!"

"Excuse me?"

"Not you! Ugh" he seemed to press a hand to his forehead? Brow? It was hard to tell with the helmet "the coms, ah communications" he pointed to the side of the helmet presumably where his ears were

"Oh I understand, cool... you're not crazy then" you tried to dissuade the awkwardness

Red Hoods shoulders eased down and he chuckled "Something like that" he left it open to interpretation and it made you smirk. You liked his humor

"Right..." You teased moving to try and unlock your door. He didn't move much, shadow cast by the street light engulfing your figure. "You going home with me today too?" He snorted, realizing what you said "No! Stoppp it not what I meant" you attempted to shove him out of the way but struggled which only made him laugh "Meanie"

However once unlocked he opened the door and stepped aside for you, it'd been a long time since someone had opened a door for you "Than- thank you" he nodded

Once both of you were seated "Why so nice all of a sudden?" he hummed mulling over the question while you started the car

"I guess I was in a bad mood?"

You snorted "Aren't you usually" you snarked back without much though "Sorry!" You squeaked "Don't shoot me please, you're just easy to talk to I didn't mean to"

He laughed fully and it made your face heat up in embarrassment "I don't mind, you've got guts I like that" he stretched in the cramped seat bumping your shoulder. Sending a wave of heat upon contact, said heat collecting in your face

Hiding your face behind the cup of coffee "Ah, I wasn't sure how you liked it..."

"Oh it's fine, it's really good coffee"

"Yeah, I know a place"

"Open at this hour?"

"I called in a favor"

"For me?" You spared a quick glance his way, but Red Hood was avoiding your gaze looking out the window. A hand rubbing the back of his neck. It made you feel special

The little of what was left of the ride was silent, until he was seeing you off at your door once more "Would you like to sit and finish the rest of your coffee?" You opened the door inviting him in

Red Hood pondered it but realized that required taking off his helmet to do. Knocking on such "Oh right! Sorry" you bumped your forehead gently with a fist "Thank you for the coffee again" remembering something and gesturing Red Hood to wait while you run into the apartment for a short time

Re-emerging with a small tupperware container with a red lid "A snack for your coffee, I can reheat it for you if it's gone cold if you like" some of that heat radiating off of him crawling up his neck

He takes a seat on the ledge of a nearby roof, removing the red lid to reveal what look like homemade tumb print cookies wrapped in a cloth napkin "Ouuu can I have one?"

"It's alright thanks though" you hand him the container and wave him goodbye

~

"Fuck off Dick" he hides them in his leather jacket from the other vigilantes view

"Pleaseeee, c'mon Jay I let you borrow my electric coasterrr"

The older of the two whining "Fine just one tho" he keeps them hidden however until his helmet is off and he's had one. Only then does he offer one to the blue and black sporting acrobat

"Oh these are good! Bring me some too next time"

— • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • —

"Hood!" You smile seeing his bulky figure sat on top of your car. You could get used to his presence even if just for the short ride home, maybe look forward to it sometimes after a couple nights without seeing him

You approached you car with a slight pep in your step. None of that initial irritation present

"Hey!" Red Hood perked up from his seat where he was previously looking at his phone. "Think you can share that cookie recipe?" He says hopping off

"Of course, I can show you how to make them if you'd like"

"I would actually" you can hear the smile in his voice even through the modulator and it ignites a familiar heat in your face "are you free tomorrow?"

"Yeah, what time works" now you had more to look forward to as you approached the car more

"I can come around noon or sometime later if you'd like"

"No that works just fine" it'd been a particularly long shift and the slight chill to the night air made the exhaustion evident with the large yawn

"Here, I'll drive"

"It's fine I don't mind"

He didn't budge, only holding his hand out waiting of your keys. "What, don't think I can drive" he teased and you begrudgingly handed your keys over. Both of you made your way over to the passenger side and he opened the door for you again. Tossing his leather jacket on you once you were seated

You were about to protest but he gently closed the door and made his way over to the drivers seat. Laughing at him when his knees pressed against the dashboard

Not missing the way his suit fit tightly or how his forearm looked while he held the wheel. The drive was incredibly smooth making it easy to doze off quickly. More so when wrapped in the jacket. It was comfortingly warm and smelled lightly of cologne

Red Hood quite liked how you looked snuggled into his jacket. Made him want to snap a picture but thought against the idea not wanting to seem weird

Soon he pulled into the parking lot but you were still sound asleep. Not wanting to wake you up he gathered your things and with the utmost care picked you up bridal style. Making sure to keep you wrapped up in the brown leather

He felt bad going into your home, more so looking around for your bedroom but he didn't want to just leave you on the couch

He set you gently on the first bed he found. After only peeking into the bathroom. Red Hood decided to leave his jacket too telling himself he'd just pick it up when he came to bake. In reality he just didn't want to risk waking you up. Leaving a little note on the dresser before locking up on his way out

— • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • —

Stirring awake face still shoved under the covers. You didn't remember going to bed

But here you were under the covers, shoes removed in the guest room. But still in your scrubs. And also a brown leather jacket. The one Red Hood gave you before driving you home

Turning to face the edge of the bed and sitting upright, noticing the slip of paper on the dresser

You fell asleep in the car, sorry to barge into your house like this but I didn't wanna wake you. I left your bag in the living room before I locked up on my way out

With a poorly drawn version of his helmet in red pen. You left the guest room with a smile on your face and tidied up slightly before going into your room to shower. You'd slept in slightly and only had a chance to do that before you heard a knock at the door. Rushing, you opened the door in an oversized shirt and still wet hair "Oh I can come back later if you want"

He was in a t-shirt and jeans, still wearing his helmet, tupperware in hand "oh it's alright, if you don't mind waiting a little bit" he nodded and you showed him to the living room. Taking a look around and getting a better look at things now that he wasn't reaching in the dark like last night "make yourself comfortable I'll be right back, you can leave that wherever"

You disappeared into the back room and put on a pair of leggings and patted out your hair down with a towel some more before brushing it through another time "I slept in a bit and didn't have time to get things ready sorry" he's sitting awkwardly on your couch hands on his knees

"It's alright" you go back into the kitchen and he follows you awkwardly. Digging around a cloth cabinet where you keep the clean dish rags and cloth napkins

"Aha!" You hold two aprons proudly "take your pick" the more used looking one is black with white lettering saying I don't know what I'm doing which was tempting but the more colorful one had Kiss the cook

"If I pick that one will you do it?" He asks pointing at the pastel tie dye apron in your left hand

"Depends if your cooking is any good" you challenged with a smirk tossing it to him

He caught it effortlessly "I'll hold you to that" you laughed nodding, tying your own appron and going to fetch the ingredients and preheating the oven

A little bit of chaos and shenanigans ensued. But all small messes and a lot of fun. He was surprisingly good in the kitchen, grasping what you showed him fairly quickly

"Now we can make the jam while the dough chills"

"That was homemade too?" You nod chuckling slightly at the awe in his robotic voice "It's really not that hard"

"It isn't ?" He was being suggestive again and you rolled your eyes at him

"Oh shut it or I won't give you any to take home"

"You wouldn't dare!" He holds a hand to his chest dramatically

"Fuck around and find out" he gasps crumbling to the floor in fake sobs and you laugh getting some strawberries and raspberries from the fridge "now go wash your hands again so you can help me cut these strawberries"

He mock salutes from the floor and kicks up into a standing position going to do exactly what you asked, washing the few dirty dishes leftover from when you were making the dough not long ago

"Oh you don't need to" you try to tell him when you notice but he finishes washing them anyway before rejoining you at the kitchen island to finish cutting the strawberries into 4's. Once that's finished you have him squeeze some lemon juice while you get the berries in a sauce pan with sugar and the lemon juice once he hands it over "now just bring to a light boil and stir constantly"

"And we can blend them or mash" he scavenges a drawer you point at and hands you the masher "now we just let it cool"

You turn off the stove and remove the pan before grabing the dough from the fridge "we can roll and cut the cookies out while it cools" you grab a pair of cookie cutters and rolling pins sprinkling a bit of powdered sugar to the kitchen island before grabbing the two dough balls from the bowl

Showing Red Hood to what thickness to roll it out to, him mirroring as you do it. Same when you cut out the circles and reroll the dough to make more

"Now just press your thumb into it a little bit" you snorted as he pushed holes through the first two before getting the pressure right. Now fetching the sauce pan with the jam and two spoons

"Just scoop a little bit into the indent"

He didn't fill the donuts he made and the first he overfilled but the rest came out nicely, it wasn't long before the two batches were in the oven "So about that kiss?"

You'd forgotten all about it "Hmm I'll give the kiss of approval once I try one"

He grumbles but agrees

"Oh I didn't get a chance to wash your jacket sorry" he hums curiously and you go back to your room to fetch his neatly folded leather jacket

"Oh don't worry about it"

~

The smell of the cookies began filling your apartment and the timer you set once they were in the oven went off

"Alright moment of truth" you grin, grabbing a hand towel and opening the oven to remove the trays setting them on the stove top to cool "aww they look good!" You smile at his single print and your heart print cookies

You grab one of his and blow on it a couple of times to cool it off faster before popping it into your mouth. "Mmm~" you sigh content "that's good" you nod approvingly

"So... does it get the kiss of approval?" Once you finish you lean up to place a peck to the cheek of Hoods helmet

It almost made him want to take it off

— • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • — • —

It'd been a couple of days since you'd baked together and he'd stopped by to drive you home most nights since. Hood hadn't stopped by tonight however

It made the drive home rather lonely

More so when GCPD had closed off a street and you'd had to reroute the way home. It made it seem longer than it probably was. But you made it home nonetheless

Readying for bed but not able shake off a slight unnerving feeling. The ruckus from the reroute had since settled but you couldn't. Already in your pjs but unable to go to bed instead pacing your living room in the dark and basking in the yellow fridge light every so often. Nearly jumping out of your skin when you heard a tap on your living room widow

Should I look, what if it's nothing or just a stray cat or something. It could be a psycho clown. Or or or maybe it's Hood?

There's another tap only this time it sounds more like an actual knock. Your brain is saying no but your gut is telling you to go look. You end up listening to your gut and rip open the curtain

It is Hood. He's hunched over and his helmet is cracked open on top. A jolt of electricity shooting out of your chest and into the rest of your body

"Hood!" You rush to open the window and climb out onto the fire escape. The bars of the platform are cold and dig into your bare feet. You struggle to lift such a tall dense man and help him inside

He collapses on your floor and you mildly panic "okay okay" you rush to turn the lights on and grab the closest medical equipment

His helmet is cracked open and there's a puncture wound on his abdomen it's not big but it is deep. You snap a pair of gloves on and begin to cut his suit. Cleaning it out and taping a gauze over it. There doesn't seem to be damage to any organs or internal bleeding for the time being, at least not that you could visibly spot without any scans. Now his head "I- I have to remove your helmet alright" he nods off "don't move your head alright" you quickly and carefully take it off, there's a red domino mask over his eyes

God he's gorgeous- not the time! Not the time!

He's bleeding a lot, it looks like repeated trauma to the head. It's no wonder his helmet broke. But the bleeding is a good sign it means it's not gathering in his head building pressure. You go to get a towel to soak up some of the blood

His knee is dislocated! How did he even get here

You get a small hand towel and fold it "Bite this, I'm going to push your knee into place. It's going to hurt alright" he clenches his hands above his head and you adjusted everything "alright one, two, three-" applying enough pressure to pop it into place a muffled cry following soon after

The bleeding on his head seemed to subside and you began to evaluate for a concussion. Then cleaning and bandaging his head

He had lost a lot of blood from his head wound and was starting to loose consciousness but you tried to keep him up until you made sure the head trauma wasn't fatal "I need to remove the mask to see your eyes alright"

Hood could no longer consent to procedures as he slipped further and further into unconsciousness. Guilt heavy on your heart, you peeled off the last physical thing protecting his identity

Prying open his cerulean eyes to examine. They were the most beautiful shade of blue, but clouded by a dizzy haze muddling his head "I'm going to get you through this alright" it was hard to tell if you were comforting him or trying to reassure yourself. Regardless the trauma to his head didn't seem fatal upon an initial, thorough examination

Now that Hood was stable for the time being you began clean up. Mostly the pool of blood seeping out of the towel that was supposed to be collecting it

The adrenaline only barely beginning to ware off now. The cleaning wasn't as thorough as your treatment was but it was efficient. Trembling hands wiping the last remains of the crimson stain that would certainly persist long after this

Now how could you make Hood more comfortable? Attempting to lift him onto the couch or spare bed in the guest room was out of the question. You could hardly lift him WITH his help. Not to mention the risk in moving him would pose to his injuries when done incorrectly, which would be the likely outcome

Deciding it was easier to bring the bed to him you went into the guest room and began to strip the mattress. Tossing the comforter and pillows carelessly to the floor and proceeding to yank the mattress off the base. It was almost as heavy as Hood but far less delicate. Manhandling it onto its side and easily sliding it out of the room across the wooden floor

Was it collecting all sorts of dust and nasties? Most certainly. But you didn't care, you could buy a new mattress cover later. Letting it fall flat behind the couch. Now the next issue. Getting Hood on the mattress

Simply getting the damn thing into the living room was a workout in and of its own right. Doing it like at the hospital would be the easiest, now scavenging your apartment for a sturdy blanket or towel that could fit Hood

Settling for the comforter on the guest room floor. And rolling it the long way under Hood and steadily lifting him one part at a time. This was infinitely easier with another person helping on the other end but this would have to do

Firmly grabbing the quilted fabric by his head and lifting his upper torso half onto the mattress making sure his head rested securely on it. Then going around and doing the same with his feet. And again pulling his upper torso to the middle of the mattress and running back to do the same with his feet and lastly planting yourself firmly on the floor and pulling on the middle of the comforter to straighten him out

You were now running on fumes. And still went and gathered a couple of blankets and the pillows from the guest room floor as well. The blood loss made Hood loose a large part of his natural body heat and you had to make up for it with a thick fluffy blanket that you, with great effort spread on top of him

The adrenaline had now fully worn off and that last twelve hour shift began to take its toll along with all the stressors and grueling labor of this rescue

You wanted to do more for him, you had to. But your body gave out, making you slowly sink to the floor next to the mattress. Curling into the little bit of the blankets that spilled over the edge

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The following afternoon he began to stir awake. Groaning at the soreness, everything was hazy until he noticed you. Still laying on the floor near his bed, head resting on a folded arm doubling as a makeshift pillow, other arm tucked away under the thick layer of blankets. One you reached out sometime in your sleep

You had had a rough night he could tell that much. He couldn't remember much from the previous night and a brain splitting headache shoved it's way to the forefront making him try to hold his head

The movement woke you up, immediately reaching for a trashcan you'd dragged closer before collapsing onto the floor and placing it by the edge of the bed

Not a moment later does he begin to hurl. You try helping him sit a bit more comfortable and rub circles into his back until he's finished "Nausea?" he tries to nod but winces, holding the uninjured side of his head

"Yeah" you put the bin down and help him lay back down

"Remember anything from last night?"

He scrunches his face "I remember- patrolling, and then a fight I think"

"It's alright, you sustained a mild traumatic brain injury so your memory can be a bit spotty." You get up and move to the other side of the room to get new bandage for his head, stretching out a few kinks and aches along the way "I'll change your head wrap okay?"

"Yesss Dok" he slurred slightly. Frowning when you returned to his side noticing the dry blood on your shirt, and then pants "were you... bleeding?" He looks between the large stain and your face worry heavy on his features

You smile gently at him, taking a seat on the floor where you were previously sleeping and leaning in to check the bandages on his head "no, you were bleeding"

"Oh, m'kay" you begin to remove the bandage that's covered in dry blood. Gently cleaning the wound again and beginning to wrap it in a clean gauze and bandage. Those same cerulean eyes never looking away, only now it was a conscious effort. He wasn't used to such delicate touches

Once nice and snug "I can get you some pain meds if you like?"

"Tryna get me high?"

"Tryna stay miserable with that headache and the lot?" Hood scoffed pouting slightly at your raised brow "Yeah that's what I thought" you disappeared into the bathroom to see what you could give him, returning to the living room with a little orange bottle "I've got hydrocodone well it's Vicodin... I just can't give you anything for the nausea if I give you any prescription painkillers"

"Thas fine"

Getting a glass of water for him and handing him two pills. The absolute menace to society dry swallowed the pills "You psycho" he cackled before you made him drink the water anyway

Complaining about it after every sip "I'll make you drink another one later" he groaned loudly

"I'm sure you could short stack"

"Well this short stack popped your knee into place and I'll pop it right out, don't forget I know where all your wounds are" a shutter ran down his spine, sending small ripples across his skin. He guessed you were kidding but your side eye made him not want to find out. There was also an attractiveness to the way you threatened him. Though he wouldn't be admitting that out loud, brain injury or not

Going to put the glass and medication on the coffee table "Don't move your knee at all I'ma go find a knee brace" Disappearing into a hallway and returning with a black bulky contraption in hand

"No"

"You're worse than the kids at work you big baby" he flushed pink and groaned again as you slid the thing on his leg, painfully aware of your proximity. Your hands tracing the defined muscle under the tactical pants and realizing just how toned he was. The comforter pooling by his hips as he sat up more, revealing his bulky arms and chiseled abs. Something you somehow didn't notice in the busy haze that had been patching him up

"There, it's not so bad" he huffed pouting, it truly was adorable but you couldn't fold on a patient

"Hungry?"

He tries to nod again but the swirling pain reminds him of the injury very much so still present on his head

"I in fact do not have hospital food for that wound but I can make you a smoothie if you don't mind the noise of the blender?"

"I'll manage" Hood wasn't sluring at all now which was a great sign. Becoming somewhat more at ease with Hoods condition you focused on pulling some fresh fruit from a basket and a few more ingredients from the fridge. All while Hoods piercing blue gaze followed you around the kitchen. Intently tracing your every move, in the all too calculating manor he knew

You were trust worthy, you hadn't given him away yet. You hadn't searched him for anything other than injuries from what he could tell "Hood?" You still called him by his alias so you didn't know his name

"Yeah?"

"Green apple and pear okay?" He hummed in agreement and you began to slice the fruit and toss it into the blender with a splash of milk and sugar "Alright I'm going to turn the blender on now okay" and true to your word the infernal whirring and crackling of the mashine filled the room

Hood gripped his hands over his ears. Acutely aware of the growing pain in his head. Only realizing it was over when you placed a gentle hand over his, a glass with a spoon in the other. Instantly relaxing under the soft touch "It turned out a little more like apple sauce than it did a smoothie, I hope you don't mind too much"

He smiled, chuckling slightly. Only to grimace at the increased pain in his abdomen "Easy there" he swayed a little and you helped hold him up steadying the room for him. "Let me get you a few extra pillows" you stacked the few that you'd already brought out and left for a few more to help Hood into a supported sitting position "better?"

Having learned his lesson for the time being he "mhmm"ed instead of nodding. Taking a seat on the floor once more and setting the apple sauce in his hands "What? You're not going to spoon feed the sick patient?" He teased, face looking too innocent for his tone

"Next you'll be asking me to kiss it better" you grumble amused

"Would you?" He batted his eyelashes and you laughed openly, the gesture catching you off guard. Beautiful. Your laugh left him awestruck. Dick was right

"I'll think about it" you smiled, feeling so much more at ease than only a couple hours prior. Hood was being his own suggestive flirty self and for some reason that brought you a lot of comfort "Hood?"

He looked up, spoonful of the light green smoothie sauce still in his mouth. It made you chuckle before a slight air of seriousness returned

"Why'd you come here?"

He drops the spoon into the large cup gently and he seems to ponder the question "I'm not exactly sure, I can't remember what happened well or what I was thinking at the time. But I suppose I just felt like I'd be safe with you" tears begin to well and sting your eyes

The entirety of having not just a life but his life in your hands and only your hands hit you like a sack of bricks. "Hey hey I'm sorry" his voice had become so soft and gentle unlike anything you'd heard in a long time. He sets down the cup and effortlessly scoops you up into his lap

You shake your head no and immediately crawl off as gingerly as you can "Your- no your knee and- and the wound I need to bandage it" but he pulls you back into his side a firm secure arm wrapped around you

"It's okay" he soothes squeezing your shoulders, radiating warmth again. That same faint smell of cologne you'd picked up from his jacket comforting "Thank you"

"You big dummy" you sniffle into his side finally wrapping your arms around him, careful to avoid the taped on gauze. The physical touch grounding you again. Specifically his warmth that had been lacking for most of the night. No longer cold and bleeding out. A warm bare chest against your cheek that echoed in your ear with the constant drumming of his heart. You kept him alive "You're so lucky I have equipment at home"

He chuckles and the deep rumble of it reverberates in his chest. His face, his voice, his laugh all weren't nearly as intimidating anymore without the distorted muffling of the helmet. You pull away wiping a stray tear "Alright I really do need to bandage you up now, no stalling" he gasps feigning offense

"How could you suggest such a thing, I would never" but that handsome, devilish smirk betrays him

"Yeah yeah yeah" you begin to fully pull away, but the arm that was around your shoulders falls to your hips and pulls you back down when you're halfway off the mattress "Hooood" you groan trying fight back the smile that wants to make it's way onto your features

He lets his arm drop and you crawl off the mattress once more to where the first aid kit and more medical supplies still lay sprawled out on the floor. Opening the kit and retrieving a rolled up bandage as well as a new gauze from the messy floor

You crawled back over to his side "Be gentle with me, I'm delicate" Hood batted his eyelashes at you once more and you snorted

"Clearly" you mused snapping on a new pair of gloves

He gasped once more, but didn't get a chance to put on more theatrics. Cringing at the feeling of the gauze with both dry and new blood being peeled off. You examined the wound once more, there was still no sign of internal bleeding or damage to any organs like in your first assessment. As well as no sign of infection

The object was somewhat blunt and most likely not meant to be used to stab someone with, it was an absolute wonder it didn't get infected because of the object or on the way here. Regardless you clean it again with a saline solution and open a new gauze to place over it. Securely and skillfully holding it in place with the bandage you wrap around Hood

Not noticing the way his set cerulean eyes trailed along. Seeing how serious and focused you became and how your hands pulled around his torso to wrap the tan fabric snuggly into place

Only when you pulled back to see his face did your eyes meet. The way he was already staring at you flustering

He couldn't help but lean in, drawn to you like a moth to an open flame. Clumsily and a little roughly pressing his lips to your forehead "H- Hood?" Your voice soft and cheeks pink at the unexpected gesture of affection. You couldn't deny he was attractive or that you liked how his lips felt "I thought- wasn't I supposed to be the one that- that's kissing it better?" You mumbled timidly

He chuckled, that same deep rumble from before. "So doctor, what do you prescribe"

"Stop teasing me" you pout and punch his chest playfully and he falls back on his elbows in response. "I'm prescribing lots of bed rest and less whining hmph" he gasps in offense again "I, however need a shower and change of clothes"

Hood remembers the blood crusting up the pijamas you're still wearing "Yeah of course" you smile gently at him

"I- do you want to change too? I'm not sure I have something that fits but I can take a look around?"

"Don't worry about that I'm fine" he smiles in return

"Okay, I won't be gone long. Don't move- well just don't hurt yourself more" you give his large hand a squeeze before scurrying off into your room

You desperately needed a long hot shower after everything that happened. The adrenaline long gone and sore tension taking it's place in your muscles. Especially after sleeping on the floor in that awkward position

Once under the water you can feel some of the aches drip away with the dry blood and some grime. A couple more pains being scrubbed away with the body wash

Your hair tangled, as you work shampoo into it trying to ease the knots out with your fingers. Letting the hot water run over your face for a couple seconds after you've rinsed the shampoo out

You're not entirely sure how long you've been in there but decide it's been long enough. Having the urge to check if Hood hasn't dislocated his knee again or the like "Oh, did you call off of work or something? I hadn't realized how late it was"

You see Hood still in bed "I missed my shift and I'm getting fired" you shrug and the look on Hoods face makes him look like a kicked puppy "I'm kidding, just your luck you caught me on my day off" but the look doesn't leave his face

"You spent your day off taking care of me?"

"Yeah?" You return to his bedside and place a gentle kiss on his head "What of it?"

He shrinks in on himself and gnaws at his bottom lip. Guilt evident "Hey-" there's a stubbornness in the way he refuses to look up at you until you guide his chin up "seriously Hood, I'd do it all over again if it meant you'd sit on my cars roof again another night"

The quiver to his lip has your heart seized in its embrace. A grasp you can't pull away from, and his eyes. His eyes so desperate and vulnerable, a vast sea you're drowning in until a glimmer of emerald makes you question if his eyes are truly blue

You don't have time to question it further before he's squeezing them shut and you've snapped out of the trance. Instinctively rubbing your own eyes

"I should do a short cranial nerve exam!" you blurt out suddenly. Realizing you should have done one earlier, he chuckles a bit appreciating the dissipating of the tension that had built up a little too quickly . There was an unexpected swirl of the pit within him that he'd felt with the sudden vulnerability. It'd settled quickly and that he was grateful for, especially with the subject change "I'll get a couple things"

He hums and you retreat down the hall and come back with a small basket of items

"First I'm going to test your sense of smell okay" you take a seat on the edge of the mattress and set the basket on the floor. He's about to glance into the basket when you catch his chin in your hand and stop him from turning his head

"Oh-" he looks flustered

You hadn't meant for the gesture to be as smooth as it had been "Sorry!" Hood doesn't respond but you feel the heat radiating from his face "no peeking, can't have you cheating"

You place a cheap sleeping mask over his eyes that you'd gotten in a bathset as a gift and he pouts "Smell this-" you grab a small brown vial and twist the cap off before bringing it up to Hood's nose hiding the label with the way you're holding it just in case he can peek under the bottom of the mask

"Mint?"

You nod before realizing he probably can't see "Yes good job." You cap the essential oil you'd nabbed from the bathroom

The blush doesn't leave his face at the praise and he only hopes the mask obscures it a bit

You grab the next vial and do the same as the first "Okay, tell me what this one is" he takes a sniff and scrunches his nose in a way that makes you think he'll sneeze but doesn't

"A citrus... orange?"

"Yes" you double check the label to make sure he's right "Alright last one" you retrieve the last little vial of the essential oils "What does this one smell like"

"....laaavender"

"Very good" his heart flutters, never would he have guessed he had something for praise "I'm going to take off the mask now so it'll probably be a little bright" you gently begin to pull away the fabric from his eyes. They remain closed for a bit before he begins to blink to get adjusted to the light again

"Next I'm going to do your eyes" you adjust yourself to be sitting in front of him "I'm going to feel around your eyes first okay?"

"Yeah"

"I'm going to get a bit close-" he's a bit dumbstruck until you gently press your thumbs to his cheekbones "does this pressure hurt at all?"

"No"

"Okay, is it uncomfortable at all?"

"No"

You move your fingers to press gently a few more times repeating the questions. Once satisfied you scooch back "Now I'm going to hold two fingers up. Look at my nose and without moving your head or looking away tell me which finger is moving"

There's a slight confusion at first with your left being his right that you both laugh at before you determine his peripherals are better than you'd expect from someone with a mild traumatic brain injury

"Now tell me when my fingers leave your field of vision okay"

You hold both index fingers together up by his nose before beginning to slowly pull them apart horizontally "Now" you nod and bring your fingers back to their initial staring point to repeat the same motion "Now"

"Okay good"

You repeat the motions going vertically as well as diagonally. His field of vision is reduced very mildly but it's not too serious all things considered

"Cover one eye" you repeat the same exercise with the one finger and then ask him to follow your finger as you trace a square in the air "Perfect, now the other" he covers his other eye "same thing, tell me when my finger leaves your field of vision"

One eye has a very slightly decreased field of view but it still traced movement perfectly

"I'm going to use this pen light to see your eyes okay. Make sure the pupils are dialing and responding to light as they should be. Let me know if you're experiencing any light sensitivity though and we can either take a break or move on"

He gives the okay and you flash the light enough for the pupil to constrict before pulling it away and watching the pupil dilate again. There's an odd comfortable intimacy with the proximity. One that lingers as you continue the tests. All requiring the same proximity that has him smelling the mint of your breath, he can only guess you brushed your teeth when you left to shower

Even as you make sure his facial muscles are functional he can only think of your gentle touches, hands warm and a bit dry. Probably from all the times you have to sanitize and wash your hands at the hospital. Your nails short and filed smooth, for the latex gloves he deduces

He drinks up all of you, every last drop a detail he savours with great reverence

You take a firm hold of his jaw and it makes his mouth run dry. Palms sweaty yet a raging fire lighting up his cheekbones "Say ah" your voice is smooth and it washes over him like a cool breeze but it does nothing to soothe the heat he feels just beneath the skin "What does this taste like?" You bring a dropper up to his lips and place a couple drops of the flavor on his tongue. He swallows, hard

"Its- it's strawberry"

Voice strained and eyes half lidded, he's all but putty in your hand "Yes, very good" releasing his jaw it's like he's able to breathe again. A function he hadn't realized he'd lost during that short period

"Lastly hearing, ideally this would be done with a tuning fork but I don't actually have any so we're gonna use my super legit singing bowl" Hood snorts at the small metal but very professional piece of equipment "yeah yeah yeah you're laughing now but it works"

He only rolls his eyes looking amused but complies when he has to shut his eyes

"Well-" you tap your fingertips together, your lips in a thin line "to no ones surprise I'm sure, you have a concussion. It's about a grade 2 but I'm no neurologist"

"Thank you" you smile at him and reach out for his hand

It's large and calloused but warm "I'd say anytime but I'd prefer if you came crashing down on my fire escape not bleeding out and loosing consciousness"

Hood only chuckles and pulls you into bed with him "Noted"

The first day of any recovery process was usually the most difficult but in-between the good company and some playful banter it was more than bearable. You had offered your apartment for him to stay in while you went to work the next day as well but he insisted he needed to go and check in with the rest of the bats and birds which you understood

[cartoonsforlife]

Black Hat X Reader

The evil boss's new employee

Includes: Black Hat X Reader,

Warnings: Slightly spicy content

It seemed like over a fucking hour since you arrived at Hat Manor, sitting on a red velvet baroque armchair across from the desk, in the company of the great and infamous Villain: Lord Black Hat.

Indeed, after several unsuccessful attempts to find a job, you had found a card on your door with the phone number and emblem of the Black Hat Organization. At first, you were hesitant. You had already heard about this organization and what it consisted of. You had even watched several of their videos on YouTube to learn more. You are an ordinary human being, you have never committed a criminal act and the idea of ​​working for the most feared and dangerous being in the Universe makes you shiver with fear. However, you had no other options. It was an unexpected chance. You had grabbed your cell phone with a trembling hand and dialed the number that was written on the card. It had only taken 5 seconds to pick up. To your relief, it was not Black Hat on the other end of the line but his faithful right-hand man and scientist Dr. Flug. You had explained your situation to the doctor and he had granted you a job interview with the boss of the Organization in a few days. You were both relieved and anxious. If you make a good impression on Black Hat, maybe he will accept that you work for him. But one wrong step and it will be over for you. Forever.

In the end, the job interview went pretty well, to your surprise. You were nervous when you entered the office and stood in front of Lord Black Hat. Even though he was intimidating at first, he was strangely patient and professional with you. He asked you questions about yourself, your motivations, your knowledge of his company, and you had to explain to him why he should hire you. This last question destabilized you a little but you had managed to find the right words to convince him.

A mischievous smile appears on the evil being's face and makes a contract and a fountain pen appear in front of you in a cloud of black smoke.

You slowly reach out to the pen and carefully read the contract on the desk. Your heartbeat accelerates and you don't know if it's because of excitement or anxiety. You knew that once you signed that contract you would literally lose your soul and there would be no turning back but on the other hand you would finally be free from that fucking unemployed status.

Black Hat taps his gloved fingers impatiently on the wood of his desk, his eyes fixed on you, disturbing you in the process. You grab the pen without wasting another second and sign your name at the bottom of the contract.

The entity displays a satisfied smile and begins to chuckle. He makes the pen and the signed contract disappear in a green flame.

"Perfect! Welcome to the Black Hat Organization, Miss (Y/n)! You will start your work tomorrow! On your first day, Dr. Flug will guide you and explain your tasks to be performed!"

"T-Thank you, sir! I will not disappoint you, I promise!"

As you were about to get up from your chair and leave the room, your boss calls out to you.

"One more thing!"

"Yes, sir?"

Silence…

Black Hat stares at you again. His gaze is neutral this time. An uneasy feeling invades you. You have always hated when someone looks at you like that. It makes you feel like a frightened prey that risks being eaten by a hungry predator every time when someone looks at you like that.

To break the awkward silence that reigns, a little too long for your liking, in this room, you ask him why he wants to keep you after the interview. Could it be that he has changed his mind?

Black Hat smiles at the worry on your face and stands up from his throne to walk over to you.

You lean back in your chair when he is only a few inches away from you.

"Tell me, my dear? Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful eyes?"

That left you speechless. You didn't expect that kind of question at all, especially coming from him! Since he kind of complimented you.

"I… I beg your pardon?"

He leans over and reaches his gloved hand towards your head to slowly caress your cheek. His touch sends a small shiver down your spine and you feel the red burning in your face.

"They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, right? In yours, I see that you had gone through many difficult trials to achieve your goal. You were determined despite the many failures that upset you. No one encouraged you and supported you, not even your family… You could always do it on your own. Oh, poor little thing…”

The being mocks. The image of you curled up on yourself, desperate to be stuck in a vicious circle forever, alone, without having someone to support you and help you get through this overwhelming ordeal makes him tear a smirk. What an asshole.

You were speechless. Everything he said was true. How could he have guessed all this just by looking at your eyes? You were about to ask him when Black Hat brought his face closer to yours. His cold breath made you shiver again. Your heart was pounding in your chest that you were convinced would burst any second. You gasped involuntarily when you felt the evil entity's hand slide from your face to your neck. He ran a clawed finger over the curve of your neck to trace a thin, scarlet line. A hiss of pain came out of your mouth. You felt a drop of warm, wet pearl slide from your neck to your collarbone. Alarmed, you mechanically grabbed Black Hat's wrist to push his clawed hand away from your now bloodied neck, but his superhuman strength didn't allow it.

"What are… what are you doing?! Stop…!"

“Calm down, my dear.” He orders in a confident but firm voice. “I promise you that if you stay still, it will hurt less. Unless you would prefer to start your work day with your neck shredded?” The bastard laughs like crazy as if it were the best joke he has ever told. He grabs your hand that is still clinging to his wrist and squeezes it tightly in warning. If you rebel, you can be sure that he will break your bones with a single grip.

“No…! NOOO!” You answer in a voice mixed with panic and frustration, reluctantly accepting your defeat.

“Good!” He smiles as he releases your hand and you abruptly place it back on the armrest to hold yourself as if your life truly depended on it.

“Now…” He continues in a soft, husky voice. Relax and look closely at my eye, miss (Y/N). Focus on my voice and my eye."

You do exactly as he ordered. You notice that his visible yellowish eye changes color: rings of varying colors moved around his thin pupil. Your gaze remains fixed, captivated by his eye and you begin to enter a trance. You could only see colors dancing around you and only Black Hat's voice can be heard in your ears.

"Surrender to me, mi quérida. Surrender to your Lord and master!"

"Yes, my Lord." You answer in a whisper, now completely under Black Hat's spell.

"Very well. Now tilt your head back."

You obey.

He then brings his large mouth towards your abused neck and slides his reptilian and rough tongue on the bloody line he drew on you earlier.

A moan escapes your mouth at the contact of his tongue.

The villain smiles at your reaction. Without delay he sinks his sharp mint green fangs into your skin, making you tear out a cry of surprise. Tears flow from your cheeks as Black Hat sucks your blood. He lets out a muffled and animalistic moan when he feels the sweet taste of your life essence slip into his throat. Fuck! It had been an eternity since he drank human blood. Of course he doesn't need it to survive but he must admit its taste and smell are so intoxicating.

He unclenches his teeth from your neck and licks the drops of blood from your bite before straightening up. With a snap of his fingers, he releases you from your trance.

You whistle painfully and immediately bring your hand to your neck which is causing you martyrdom.

"What is it…? What did you do to me?" You ask disconcerted.

"Don't worry, my dear. My mark will disappear from you in a few hours…" He says reluctantly.

He would have preferred to keep his mark on you forever to make you understand that you belong to him. "It would be a shame to get into trouble on your first day." He adds mischievously.

You immediately understand who he is referring to: A certain green-haired lizard woman who will not hesitate to kill you if you approach her dear beloved boss.

"Now go! You have to get ready and go to sleep because tomorrow your first day will be intensive!"

"Yes, sir!"

This writing idea came to me this morning at work during a discussion with one of my clients and inspired me for this story without knowing it! I thank her for that! 😊

[r0-boat]

Corn maze

Oc Holt x Gn! reader

This took way too long to get out! Aaa

Anyway I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to see more of my OCs check either the old master lists or the OC master list

Cw: NSFW, name calling, exhibitionism, semi public sex, inappropriate boss employee relationship, dub con, mentions of breeding, biting, Gn! Reader character uses the word pussy as a derogatory term.

The golden glow of the sunset casts its orange light over the farm. The chilly autumn wind begins to set in as the last of the blue moon acres guests begin to peer out from the tall cornfield.

Acres of corn that took half the season to grow, but it was worth it for what your boss was trying to do. A little Halloween treat for the kids and a cheap tactic to get their parents' cash.

A corn maze. It sounded easy enough. Collect $5 to come in, and when they reach the end, they are awarded with a small little goodie bag. Out of all the money-making schemes that Holt has cooked up, You have to admit this is a lot better. It beats dressing up pretty for a photo shoot or, God forbid, whatever happens in spring.

But that doesn't mean you'd still cooperate. Oh no, as soon as he finished setting up the booth, you were long gone. Listening to screaming kids as they drag their parents into the tacky maze.

Where were you? Somewhere in the maze, at one of the many dead ends, sitting criss cross on the soft hay bale, glued to your phone.

Was this professional? Nah. Did you care? Nooope.

So glue to your screen trying hard to watch videos as the cell service out here was God awful You only just noticed a shadow casting over you. When you looked up your heart jumped out of your chest.

"So this is where You have been…"He says with a smile that's freaking you out. His eyes were dead from an 8-hour plus work in the hot sun. You are so stunned you stayed silent. Your eyes wide with fear as Holt just circles you. "Nice hiding spot huh? In a dead end really far from both ends of the maze…"

You put your phone up getting up from your seat "Holt I-"

"What- sorry I went off to play on my fucking phone while you work your ass off for hours?" He sneers before letting out a deep chuckle "no sweetheart. You're going to get it for skipping out on work. And you are going to give me a reward for covering your ass."

Before you could even plead He demands "turn around bend over the hay bale."

"W-what?"

"Ya heard me, bitch, I'm stressed the fuck out, and you're going to help me with it. I won't say it again. Turn around, drop those pants, and bend. Over."

A shiver runs up your spine, and you obey, messing with the buttons on your pants. They fall to the floor as you bend over the hay bale. You spread your legs apart; your boss hums at the view, his rough, calloused hands grab at your soft ass cheek as he spreads you open; he whistles, "fuck, I missed this hole."

With his two fingers, he licks and sucks, covering them in saliva before playing with your entrance.

"Mm! H-Holt-Please!" You moan, feeling his two fingers beginning to part your walls.

Holt spanks your ass with his hand callused against your soft skin; it hurts like hell. He hisses, "That's not what you call me when I'm fucking you."

"Sorry, sir." You whimper

"Yes, Good, Fuck, that honey-like voice of yours is turning me on. Feel that?" Holt purred, pressing his crotch against your ass. You could feel His bulge right up in between your cheeks. "That's what you do to me."

You can't help but buck against his hand as he slides deeper. His fingers begin to move slowly, working you more and more open.

"I want to fuck you now, but I know your little bitch pussy won't handle it." He laughs, his hand beginning to speed up. His fingers curl into that spot that makes you scream "yeah get louder! No one's here anymore babe. Get nice and loud fo' me." You feel yourself getting close until to your annoyance you whine feeling his fingers slide out.

"Quit your yapp'n I'll fill you up with somethin bigger."He growls hitting you again on the ass before messing with his belt buckle. He slides it down just enough for his cock to spring free. You arch your back feeling the tip gently press against your entrance. He smiles feeling you eagerly fuck against his hips trying to press yourself further and slide.

"I love eager little livestock like you." He growls, hand slides underneath your shirt to fondle your chest, before just ripping off your shirt entirely, So he could pinch and play with your chest whenever he wanted.

You have no idea what you do to him, Your scent alone makes him drool, He could hardly think around you. And you have no idea how much he stares at your body wanting nothing more than to slide inside you every chance he gets. He needed this! It was your fault for turning him into an animal in rut and you need to pay your dues.

Despite his big size and the tight squeeze he forces you to take it, filling you up to the hilt at least he waits before beginning to move. That was the only courtesy he gave you. Holt's hips slammed back into you. You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your moans.

Holt would not have that! He yanks your hand away grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them to your back. as the other grabs your plush thigh holding you down for him to use you. "Don't you dare cover your mouth! Scream! No one but the cattle is here, So fucking scream!" Using both of your arms He pulls you back into him with each thrust. Holt was in complete control; you can only squirm and scream underneath him.

If only you were part of his herd, He thought. Cute little cow hybrid, obedient and desperate for his attention. He would make sure your properly cared for every day, milked and fucked. He had to admit for a human, You are quite cute. Small and plush, yet so feisty, so bity.Even now as your eyes roll back, hair messy, covered in straw and your own drool, naked and exposed for only him to see is he was fully clothed breeding you like the sow you are. Not so disobedient now when you're filled with cock.

The scent of you, him and sex. Even if they were hidden in a corn maze. The other hybrids on the farm no doubt know what's happening. As they should. They need to know that you're his.

He will mark you inside and out with his scent.

You hate your boss, You hate that he uses you like some toy, And you hate how good his dick feels, huge, thick and veiny sliding against every spot, You love when it throbs inside of you.

"Sir! Sir I'm so close!" fuck he just loves when you call him that. "Good little cow I'll fill you up so good!" His pace speeds up chasing his orgasm wanting desperately to cum with you to feel you squeeze and milk his cock as he squirts deep inside you. His hands now pinning you down to the hay bale feeling his teeth grays against the back of your neck as he threatens to bite down.

You feel a sharp pain as you feel him fill you. The pain from his fangs breaking your skin mixing in with pleasure of his dick pumping in and out of you with each grind of his hips making you cum. You thought he was going to pull out and leave you but to your surprise, He flips you into your back, Your eyes meeting his wild eyes and wicked smile as he started moving lifting your legs over his shoulders.

"I'm not done! You are going to be a good fleshlight and take it"

[communicationthroughlyrics]

I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 9

You’re a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.

A/N: Long weekend? Second chapter, folks :].

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Ch 9: I Have A Growing Fear And You’re Not Helping Me

Groaning when you heard the alarm going off on your cell phone, you rolled over and slammed your hand down on the device to shut it up.  You allowed your body to remain in the position, laying on your stomach with your arm outstretched and head buried in the pillows. Once you felt yourself slowly starting to fall back asleep, you forced your eyes open, and pushed out of bed. You knew you had to get an early start to beat all the early risers in the office. Making the bed, you pushed it back up to the wall, concealing the mattress once more. You grabbed a duffle equipped with fresh clothes, and trekked down a few floors to the employee gym and showers. You walked into the women’s locker room, glad to see no one already there. You stepped into one of the shower stalls, starting the shower to allow it to warm up, while you got your soaps and your toiletries ready. Once you had shed the layer of basic gym clothing, you allowed yourself to be enveloped by hot water, relaxing the muscles that were still tense from your stressful drive yesterday. Carefully washing and rinsing your body and hair,  you shut off the water, stepping out and wrapping a towel around your waist. Drying yourself off, you put on some shorts and a tank top, slipping back into your flip flops and going back up to your office, where you could really get dressed. Looking at your phone, you see that it’s almost time for most of your team to start arriving, its just before 5:30 in the morning. You quickly make your way into your office, locking the door behind you, and going into your en suite bathroom to change. 

You opted for a new outfit- a pair of olive colored, form fitting pants that hugged all the right places, and a satin black button up shirt, left unbuttoned at the top, and a simple black vest. You finished everything off with your all black belt and a pair of black monk strap shoes, and brushed your hair back into a slicked back undercut. You made sure your eyebrows and hair looked how you wanted, applied some of your cologne and walked out into the office, also unlocking the door to your office. You sat behind your desk and began the work needed for your visit to the new job site today.

“Early start, Y/L/N?” Your boss Cliff popped his head into your office, checking on you while on his way into his office down the hall. “Excite for this new project, or what?”

“Good morning sir. No excited, just a lot ahead of us.” He nodded before closing the door behind him, and stalking away towards the office he likely wouldn’t leave at all today.  You keep clicking away, before your phone starts to buzz away to your right. You glance over at the screen, learning your lesson in answering before looking. Scarlett’s name is plastered across the screen, so you reach over and answer the phone. 

“Resolute Security, Y/N Y/L/N speaking.”

“Well, that’s a change from my last few greetings, Y/N.” The sheer rasp this early in the morning from the blonde caught you off guard, signaling she must have just woke up.

“Good morning, Mrs. Johansson.” You respond, typing away in response to a few emails that had been sent while you were gone. “How can I help?”

“Such a consummate professional, aren’t you? And please, call me Scarlett. People who call me out by last name are either trying to get a photo or make me feel old.” She chuckled at her own joke, but was met with silence on your end. “Anyways… you’re supposed to be coming over to my new house today, yeah?”

“Yes, that is correct. Will you be meeting me there?” You ask, with a slight tinge of hopefulness. You also wanted to discuss Mr. Waters with her alone. “There are some things I would like to go over with you.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, but if you are requesting my presence, I think I can push my plans back,” she put some extra influence on wanting you to be there.  “Just be careful, the contractors have been pretty relaxed in cleaning up, so there is shit everywhere. And a water line cracked over the weekend, so some parts of the jobsite are flooded, it has been a total mess.”

“I appreciate the heads up. I need to button up some things here at the office and collect a few things, but I will be able to head there in a few hours.”

“Ok, that gives me time to finish my morning routine. I will let you know when I leave here, and that’ll be about a half an hour for me to get to the house.”

“Take your time, I just have some things I need to discuss with you, preferably alone, and in person.” You state with zero emotion, not eluding to anything pressing that may be discussed. 

“Such a charmer, aren’t you, Y/L/N? You must be a hit at all the parties.”

“Ms. Johansson, that would require me going to them in the first place.” You snark back, remembering that she didn’t want you calling her by last name. Her abbreviated chuckle on the other line shows her amusement in the mild banter. 

“Don’t be late, Y/N. I’ll see you later.” She quickly hung the phone, and left you staring at the screen, a slight smirk on your face. You set the phone back down, and continued working on some of your emails. It was almost 7, so you knew the majority of your team should be in by now, so you dialed the extension for one of your best officers, Jimmy. 

“Grange speaking.” The older male growled over the phone. He never seems personable to people, but is honestly one of the best people you’ve worked with, and he has known you since you enlisted. He had been in the military longer than you, and was 15 years your senior. But he also outperformed people half his age, both physically and mentally. The man was a force to be reckoned with. 

“Jimmy, it’s Y/L/N. Come up to see me as soon as you can. I have a task I need you to work on.”

“You got it, ma’am. I’ll be right up.” 

You contemplated how you were going to go about this delicately. You need him to keep tabs on someone who was trained to be a ghost. But if anyone could do it, Grange could- after all, he had worked side by side with the father of the man he needed to track. 

“You’re here early.” Kris popped her head into your office, raising an eyebrow your way. “Do you want a coffee?”

“There’s a lot I need to work on, Smith. But if you’re going for coffee, I would appreciate one.”

“Scuse me ma’am.” Jimmy said from behind Kris, politely asking her to move so he could come into your office. 

“Oh, sorry Grange.” She shuffled out of the way, before looking back at you. “Do you want the usual or something new?” She directed at you. 

“The usual Kris. I appreciate it.” She now directed her gaze at Jimmy, who was standing by your desk. “You need anything while I’m out? I was going downstairs to the coffee shop.” His scarred and weathered face hardly showed any emotion at the gesture, but he slightly quirked his lips to show a small smile. 

“No, ma’am. Thank you for asking.” Kris nodded his way, and gently shut the door behind her, heading to the elevator.  “I still don’t understand why you let that one go.” He turned on his heel in your direction, eyebrow raised. You let out a slight snicker.

“It was never going to go anywhere, Jimmy. She would leave the moment she found out any of the truth. She deserves better.” You say, walking back behind your desk to sit down. He gave you a disappointed look, sitting himself down in the arm chair closest to your desk. “Don’t look at me like that, Jim. You’re not my father.”

“No, but I think of you like a daughter. I don’t think you give yourself the credit, Y/N. Plus, the way she looks at you- she’s taken by you.” He smiled, showing the lone silver tooth in his perfectly white smile, it stood out from his tanned skin and dark brown eyes. “What happened?” He asked, nodding towards your swollen hand. You rolled your eyes, opening your computer up to get access to the files you needed for Jim and his new task.

“Back to business, Grange. I have a simple task for you. But only you will be able to handle it.”

“So then, it isn’t simple. Any of the team can handle ‘simple’. But if it requires me…”

“It will be simple for you. Hence, why you’re here in my office.” You emphasized the fact that he must be the one to do this. No one else would do. You couldn’t risk this. 

“Does this have anything to do with the new project?” He asked, looking at his fingernails before raising his gaze directly to your eyes.

“Yes. It does. But it also has to do with me.” You say the last part quieter, looking away from your senior and back to the screen before you. 

“You, as in your reputation?”

“I wish it was just that, Grange.” You looked back at the man, who was staring at you, eyebrows raised. “I need you to track someone. Keep me posted on their whereabouts, but not do a thing to them. They cannot know about you.”

“Ah. I see. May I ask who this mystery person is?”

“Jim, do you remember telling me that story of your sergeant and his kid, the kid who was always causing trouble?” You asked, getting up to grab a stack of papers from the printer to your right, placing them neatly into a file, fastening them with a binder clip to ensure none fell out. Jim hated technology, so you always had to do things a little bit more old school for him. He made a confused face at your obscure request.

“Well, yeah. Sgt. Waters and his kid Stevie. That kid was always a punk, causing trouble the moment his dad turned his back, and using his name as a cop out. I hated training that kid from day one.”

“Well, Jim, meet your new target.” You say, throwing the file on the coffee table in front of him, sitting across the table in one of the other arm chairs. His eyebrow raised yet again, and he gave you a questioning look. Grabbing the folder, he flipped through the paperwork. 

“COFFEE BREAK!” Kris exclaimed, walking in without knocking, breaking one of your cardinal rules. She knew that, and stopped dead in her tracks when she realized that Jim was still in your office. She cringed as she looked at the both of you. “Whoops, sorry.” She avoided your indignant look, and Jim’s amused one, slightly jogging in her heels over to you with the coffee, and running back out. On her way out, she briefly looked back, muttering that shed come back later. You rolled your eyes again, while the elder laughed at your irritation. 

“Chill, Y/N.”

“She knows the rules. She should have knocked.”

“Again, chill. It’s fine.” He said, grabbing hold of the file again, and reading through its pages. The silence began to feel awkward and heavy, before he spoke up again. “Looks like he got himself into quite the crowd. Why do I need to follow this jackass around and keep tabs on him?” He closed the folder, setting it on his lap and crossing his legs, staring at you.

“He is allegedly part of the group that has been tormenting our new client and threatening military action.” You state, as if he hadn’t just read the file. 

“I got that. But there’s clearly something else going on. Why?”

“He knows I am a head of this project. He knew before it was ever finalized.” You state, causing him to lean in towards you. 

“Go on…” he states, wanting you to say what you were clearly holding back on. 

“He was also in front of my apartment building the day that we first announced this project. He has also shown up in McCall.” You state, looking the man directly in the eyes, but loosing yourself to the thoughts of this evil incarnate following you around. You jumped when Jims scarred, calloused hand rest on your knee, causing a look of concern to cross the mans face. 

“He’s a tracker, it is what he does, and does it well. What reasoning do you have to him following you around?”

“He and I have unfinished business, Jim. He will not only make my clients life a living hell on earth, but he will make mine as such too.” Jims gaze softened at this admission. He knew that you weren’t going to drop this. You felt some remorse for the fact that this man would take out his revenge on anyone in his path to you, and that now included your A-List client. 

***

Nikki and Camila easily carried you into the infirmary. You had lost enough weight over the last month that you weighed all of 120 pounds soaking wet, a stark contrast from your usually chiseled and lean 145 on a slightly taller frame. They quickly approached one of the nurses, who was shocked to see you in such a state, eye bruised and bloodied, hands bloodied, in a sports bra and shorts, with bruising all over your body in various states of dissipation. During his regular “lessons”, he made sure to leave behind little souvenirs, bruises he could push on during workouts and training, bending you to his will. The cuts and scrapes from being thrown around in the process were just the collateral- but they left behind more permanent scars to accompany the mental ones. 

The nurse hurriedly rushed you three into a secluded back room, allowing them to rest you on the hospital bed. She ran back out to grab the paperwork and another nurse to help. In everyones rush, there was a man sitting in one of the infirmary beds down the hall, a large gash on his side that was being stitched. He had watched as the two girls carried your limp body in, and continued to keep his eyes on the situation unfolding in front of him. While his nurse was finishing his stitches, his mind wandered to what brought you to such a state. He recognized you immediately, he had trained you in basic. He quickly took you under his wing for the short period he was there before reassignment, and the both of you tried to keep in touch as best you could. But he hadn’t heard from you for the better part of two months. He wondered if your current condition could allude to why you hadn’t kept in touch. 

A gruff voice and a slap to the bed beside him brought his attention back to the nurse by his side. “All done, Sgt. Grange. You’re good to go. Just limit the physical activity, change your bandages regularly and see an eye on it for swelling. You know the drill.” Jim brushed off the nurse, gingerly pulling a shirt over his torso, and grabbing his things. He sat in the waiting room, wanting to stay around, and try and talk to you if possible. 

After a flurry of doctors, nurses, as well as two girls he came to know as Nix and Cam, or Spc. Camila Espinosa and Spc. Nikki Welch. They had sat down in the waiting room while the nurses did their examination, and while waiting for the MP’s and JAGs to leave. He had asked them what was going on, and after some hesitant glances as to why he cared, he explained himself. They were a little bit easier to open up after knowing he was on your side- and had known you since your enlistment and basic. 

Once the doctors and everyone had left, you were  alone in your room, with your thoughts. Tears pricked your eyes, now everyone was going to know. You were beating yourself up for being so reckless, so careless, and allowing yourself to be found in such a destroyed manner. You knew that this would surely be the end of your military career. The women never made it out of these scenarios unscathed. You hadn’t told anyone you were raped, but the multitude of tests, exams and an OBGYN being present during such, and the copious photos being taken of your cuts, bruises and eye told you all you needed. They knew. 

“Don’t beat yourself up kiddo. Everything will shake out in your favor.” A gravelly voice came from the doorway. It started you out of your stupor. “Sorry, Y/L/N, I didn’t mean to spook you.” You instantly recognized the man, he was someone who had been a mentor to you since joining the Army. He was one of the few constants in your more recent life, and you often thought of him like a badass uncle, because of his fatherly demeanor while still maintaining more of a wingman/best friend attitude. Your eyes welled up even further at the sight of him in your doorway, holding his jacket in his hand. He was quick to throw the offending article aside when you started to cry further. “Is it okay if I approach you?” He asked, wanting to respect your space, and possibly not wanting to be near a man at the moment. You shook your head in agreement, allowing him to walk past the barrier towards your bedside. He was cautious of the various cords and cables, the IV line and your heart monitor as he approached.  “Kid, is this why you haven’t been writing?” He asked, as he gently leaned in and gave you a hug, wrapping his arms around your upper shoulders, and holding your head to his broad chest. He felt you nod, but no words came. You buried your face further into him, allowing yourself to cry harder than you ever remember doing. “You know you can talk to me, hun. Tell me what happened, but tell me when you’re ready.” He said, pulling you away from his now soaked t-shirt. 

You wiped your eyes, and laughed at the two eye marks that lay dead in the center of his torso. “You see, Sgt. Grange…”

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted. “We’re not on duty right now, I’m no ones sergeant. I am here for you, coincidentally at the same time that I needed some bandaging,”  he stated, pointing at his side. Now that your eyes weren’t as tainted with tears, you could see the wrap around his middle. “I saw your friends carry you in here. Needless to say, I’m concerned, Y/N. I know you have an affinity for sticking it to the big man, but this- this is a new approach.” He softened his gaze, as he shut the door to your room and sat in the chair by the window. Nikki and Camila were walking down the hall to visit, and saw him in talking to you. They glanced at each other, before getting as close to the door as possible without you seeing, and sitting on the floor. They could faintly hear the conversation. 

“I… I don’t know how he found out. I’ve worked… worked so hard to hide it.” You say, looking down to your battered hands. Anxiously picking at them, you struggle to continue. 

“Who found out what, Y/N?”

You looked away, towards the wall that the sink was located on. You had never told anyone in the ranks, the only one who knew you were gay was Nikki. 

“I’m gay. Don’t ask, don’t tell…you know?” You say, not wanting to look in the mans direction for fear of the disappointment and rejection. You had already had enough of that within your life. He stood from the chair, and you anticipated him to leave. Instead, you hear his boots approach the side of the bed you were looking at. He gently scorched you over, and sat on the edge of the bed. 

“Y/L/N, I am honestly more hurt at the fact that you think that would change my perception of you. Who you love doesn’t matter to me. Hell, you could be in love with a goddamn spoon, I wouldn’t care. You just need to be happy.” He looked at you with a teary gaze- something you would never expect from the man. “I know your dad wasn’t happy, and neither was a lot of your family. But not all your family you were born with, kiddo. You have the ability to choose some of the members. I’ve chosen you in mine. You came into my life at a point where I needed that second chance. I know I’ve never told you this, but you very much remind me of my own daughter.” He says, his voice was full of nostalgia. You were taken aback by the statement. You never knew about his family, he never discussed it.��

“Daughter?” You ask, looking down to play with the seam of the blanket covering your lower half. 

“Yes. My daughter was taken from me, unfortunately there wasn’t much I could do. Or so I thought. Then you came along. There were so many similarities between you two. She was gay too. I knew you were- but wanted you to tell in your own time.” He said, looking down at his hands in his lap. 

“What happened?” You looked up at him, not really sure if you wanted the answer to this question.  

“She took her own life. Me being away on constant deployment, and her mom being less than supportive of her lifestyle caused her to take her life. She felt like she had no other way.” You took in a deep breath, not expecting that answer, and the pain that laced his features. “No parent should ever have to bury their own child. Not like that, not ever.” He said. ”That’s why Margaret, my wife and I had split a few years prior. She was not supportive of anything, just wanted to live the life of a lush. She berated her own flesh and blood for being herself, even when there wasn’t anything being done that was wrong. I couldn’t stand by and watch it- I had tried for so long to make it work.” He said, the disappointment and sadness was hard to miss. 

“What was her name?” You ask him. He reached into his back pocket, grabbing the wallet and opening it to a photo of a brunette slightly shorter than him, an athletically built girl with a high and tight pony tail. She wore a wide smile, her hand resting one his chest as he hugged her, her brown eyes just like his. “That’s my girl, that was Sam.” He said, a misty appearance over his features. She was honestly, gorgeous. 

“Wow, Jimmy. She was beautiful.” You say, handing the wallet back to him, offering a small smile in his direction. 

“Yeah, she was. She would have loved you, I just know it.” He chuckled, wiping the pad of his thumb over her face, before folding the wallet back up and placing it back into his pocket. “But enough of me. What happened, kiddo? Who found out?” You take a sharp breath in, before thinking of how to start. You had to look away from him, looking back down at your covered lap as the skin on your neck started to crawl. 

“Waters. He found out. He… he was trying to ‘learn’ it out of me. Said I just hadn’t had the right experience, and that he’d make a real woman out of me.” Your voice faltered at the last bit, but Jim heard all he needed to. “He would use me, just use me when ever he wanted.” Your eyes closed at the fact, the memories of all the times he had pulled you aside, while you were running out on the trails around base, or pulling you out of your bunk at all hours of the night. Jims hands clenched tight onto the side of the bed. 

“How long, Y/L/N?” He asked, the animosity in his voice evident. 

“Long enough,” you answer, not wanting to let onto the true timeline. 

“That’s not an answer, and I need to know. How long?” He asked again, slightly raising his voice to emphasize the importance. 

“Two months.” Your voice sounded strangled and hoarse, and you broke down into tears again. He gently sat his hand or your arm, offering you a comforting gesture before rising from your bed. 

“Get some rest, Y/N. Your body has been through hell. You need to get some strength back.” He said, looking down at your weekend, crying form on the bed.He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, before grabbing his coat and leaving the room. He pretended not to notice the two girls sitting on the floor by your room-He knew they heard everything, but he was glad they did. They needed to know, they needed to help you fight. They rose from their positions, making their way into your room, but you had already fallen asleep, with tears staining your cheeks. 

(CHAPTER 10)

[loveyourlovelysoul]

Anxiety is a very tough beast we get to deal with. At times it's so strong that it gets suffocating, overwhelming, and it leaves us depleted, delusional and make us look at the future negatively, hopelessly. But you know, what I am learning is that despite looking like an unbeatable beast ready to eat us alive, it's not as bad. We can try to befriend it. And once we befriend it instead of pushing it away in fear it will hurt us, we get to understand that it's only a scared beast in need of help and affection from us.

Anxiety is not a negative emotion per se: it's an emotion we need as any other. The problem with it happens when it takes over us and tries to control us and all of our decisions (it acts this way only to defend us but we cannot be kept in a cage to stay safe like Rapunzel, right?): when it's by our side in "affordable" amounts in fact, it helps us a lot (eg. planning, adapting...). We need to take time to understand how it works, what it wants from us, so to not let it govern us. We have to learn how to accept and inglobate it in us and in our life, together with all of our emotions. And we need to take care of the pain it hides within itself, first and foremost.

It may seem like I'm making it look easy but I very well know it's not so. It really takes lot of effort, time, patience, determination (take breaks but do not give up) and even courage (you have plenty, I'm sure of this -even if it's just about asking for help: this too needs courage). The thing is that we probably behave with it in the wrong way (doing what seems to be the most correct thing to do when it takes over, i.e. following it), letting it control us and forgetting it's something that happens inside of us as well and not something external.

We usually tend to run away from it because it's scary, but anxiety is not like a fire: it won't burn us the closer we get to it, but it'll grow bigger as we move away from it (more intrusive thoughts, more overthinking…). We need to allow anxiety to be there and go through it, to accept it is there and listen to it. Let it come closer. We need to give it a hand and welcome it as a friend, so it will calm down (and us too). It's created by a loop between our body and mind about expecting negative stuff, and it wants us to notice that there are things in our life that are "not feeling okay/safe/good": the moment we give it attention, we listen to it as we would with a scared friend, openly, we can maybe try to change our perspective and understand why our anxiety is there (what it wants us to notice specifically), so to try to make it better. When it's too much to handle ofc we may try to lower it through psychological methods and medications first (always refer to and rely on a professional figure for advice on your specific situation).

Distraction may work well when during an attack but it's even better when there's something external happening (eg. a phone call, a job to do on which to focus, a movie/video...) since something created from within may be hard to focus on (anxiety is crontrolling us from within). Or, we can try to journal about our emotions: putting them on paper can help us confront them and see them under the right light, not letting things escalate (in our mind we may not have control since anxiety has it, and we may fall into overthinking more easily).

As we slowly get back control on our anxiety and realize it's all in our mind, let's not feel guilty or bad about it (or about it making us lose time or something). The point is to learn and remember that it's always us the one in control, and try to recognize and prevent anxiety to take control by welcoming it, understanding it and then moving away. And we can ask for help anytime we feel like we cannot make it alone.

(got inspired to write this from a yt video by a psychologist but made some changes based on my own experience)

[jaybleu25]

My Heart Hears You (Part 7)

(TW: Injury, blood) Time: HS Years; Bros are in 9th, Bowser is in 10th. Setting: Mario & Luigi's High School. Hallway.

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Not knowing what to say, Bowser looked around himself. He was alone. Many eyes were on him, looking at him with disgust, fear, and hatred for what he had done.

Filled with emotions too much for him to handle, Bowser turned around, running out of the school out the nearest exit. The moment Bowser was out of sight, Mario immediately focused on his brother once more.

Luigi's eyes were filled with terror. At the same time, he felt tired, but he was fighting to keep himself awake.

"Mar...--"

That was all Luigi could mutter before coughing a bit of blood.

"You're okay, you're going to be okay," Mario reassured with a shaky voice. "I've got you..!"

The crowd of people around them still stood there, unsure of what to do. However, seeing Bowser leave, the teachers immediately sprung into action. Some quickly ran into their classrooms to call on the phone for someone to help, and others came over towards the brothers to check on Luigi.

One such individual was a particular purple toad with the name Mr. Toadsmauve who was not there at first, but he came right as Bowser ran away. He was Mario and Luigi's English teacher at the time. He had quite a good relationship with both brothers, but Luigi in particular always stood out to him. Luigi had always managed to write amazing essays, and there were even times where Luigi had written stories that he shared with him. He was even Luigi's favorite teacher.

Seeing how terrified Mario was during the situation, Mr. Toadsmauve did what he could to help reassure the one in red that his brother was going to be okay. He told Mario that help would be arriving shortly. After a few moments, the teachers who had previously left to call for help soon called for their students to return back to their classrooms. This was so the hallways could be properly cleared so that the medical professionals could get in with no problem once they came. Once all the students and other teachers left, it was just the two brothers and Mr. Toadsmauve left in the hallway.

Still battling to stay awake, Luigi slowly turned his head to look at his teacher.

"M-Mister..." Luigi said weakly. "I'm s-sorry...I might miss..."

"Luigi, you have far more important matters to worry about than my class," reassured Mr. Toadsmauve. "And your grade is the best in the class. Don't worry about missing it today. You and your brother will both be excused."

"And save your energy," the English teacher added.

In the distance, sirens could be heard outside the school building. Mr. Toadsmauve would stand up, backing away a little from the brothers.

"Mario, make sure you take good care of your brother, okay?" asked Mr. Toadsmauve. "He needs you right now."

"Y-Yeah..." Mario agreed worriedly. "Yeah, I will. Thank you, Mr. Toadsmauve."

Mr. Toadsmauve would nod, and a nearby door leading to the outside would open. Paramedics and EMTs were beginning to enter the building.

"Stay safe, you two," Mr. Toadsmauve added. "We'll be here for when you both come back."

Mario would nod, and Mr. Toadsmauve would back away a little more to give the medical professionals space to do what they needed to do. As they were getting Luigi onto a stretcher, Mario told them what had happened to his brother. He then soon followed them into an ambulance, which began its trip towards the hospital.

-To be continued…-

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Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746341252448043008/my-heart-hears-you-part-1?source=share

Part 1.5: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746341378314944512/my-heart-hears-you-part-15

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746500897895514112/my-heart-hears-you-part-2

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746506353298767872/my-heart-hears-you-part-3

Part 4: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746920665451495424/my-heart-hears-you-part-4

Part 5: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746921486930034688/my-heart-hears-you-part-5

Part 6: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746923474412568576/my-heart-hears-you-part-6

Part 7: You're already here!

Part 8: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/747120181983281152/my-heart-hears-you-part-8

Part 9: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/747121034850975744/my-heart-hears-you-part-9

Part 10: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/747121820844556288/my-heart-hears-you-part-10

Part 11 (END): https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/747122379621269504/my-heart-hears-you-part-11

[makibeni]

Ch. 30- My Heart Chose for Me

Kobeni peeked her head around a tree, hunched over, doing her best to try and hide, seemingly too engrossed in her mission to notice anyone around her. She'd assumed ahead of time the quiet park would be a place with few enough foot traffic that going unseen wouldn't pose much challenge, so she felt safe enough in her secluded corner.

"I've got your back, where's the devil"

Her eyes went wide as an unconvincingly reassuring hand tapped her shoulder. It wasn't that she didn't recognize the voice, but the embers of hope within her chest had yet to burn out, desperately trying to imagine a scenario where someone who simply sounded exactly like him would say that to her. Those same embers were quickly doused when she turned around and saw Aki standing behind her.

"U-uh..."

A faint ring overtook Kobeni's ears, before the sound of her pounding heart drowned out whatever sounds remained around her. Her jaw began to tremble and sweat dripping from her brow as she realized the situation she'd just stumbled her way into. Time slowed to a crawl as Kobeni desperately flailed, trying to come up with a coherent excuse or explanation that would get her out of here. He was waiting for a reply, she couldn't stall him out, but everything she could think of fizzled into nothing before she could get the words out. The one thing she most definitely could not do was tell him what she was actually doing here.

Aki took notice of her panicked state and pulled his phone.

"I'll call for backup, just tell me what we're dealing wit-"

He paused, his expression dropping from alert to an unamused scowl as he spotted the "devil" Kobeni had been pursuing. It was Makima, taking her pack of dogs for a walk. She had seemingly yet to take notice of either of them.

"So you're stalking her now?"

His tone changed too, the affect of professionalism had given way to the bitter and resentful tone hiding behind a facade of disinterest she was far more use to hearing from him.

"N-NO! That's not... I mean..."

In a way he wasn't strictly wrong, Kobeni simply hadn't considered her actions in such terms. There were connotations that followed that word she really wasn't comfortable with. Here intentions were pure, she just wanted to see what Makima did in her off time, to get to know her better, so she could make her happy... The more she thought of justifications for it the more Aki's comment seem to grow in prominence within her head.

"Whatever, look, have you seen Angel around?"

He interjected before her train of thought could find another pitfall to drag her into, not interested in spending her time watching her stumble over herself, or perhaps knowing himself too well and not wanting to find himself consoling her over it.

"N-no... why would y-..."

Aki plucked a single white feather from her shoulder and raised her a quizzical eyebrow. He knew angel's feathers well enough from having to pick them from his furniture by now, but Kobeni seemed genuinely puzzled at the sight of it. He knew the two seemed to have an odd kinship with each other, or at least spent enough time together that it aroused discomfort in him, not that he'd ever admit it, but there wasn't really a reason to suspect her of lying. He decided to leave it at a coincidence.

"I'll just go look around over there"

He turned to leave and continue his search for his angelic companion but a tug at his arm stopped him.

"W-WAIT! S-she'll see you!"

Aki turned his head slowly, hoping to stare her down back into her place, but he didn't consider doing so would also mean looking at the expression she was making. There was a pitiful desperation sprawled across her face, a hopeless plea born of fear, yet it's embers were stoked with desire. For a moment he saw something reflected in those tear welled eyes, something he didn't want to admit he saw kinship in. He pulled his hand from her grasp but didn't walk away, standing in contemplative silence for a moment before turning to the side, and shuffling back out of Makima's distant view. Kobeni slumped against the tree she'd been hiding behind, breathing out an exhausted sigh of relief. Pleading with Aki wasn't something she expected to yield much result given their history, and it took her some time to recompose herself as her mind began clearing the debris.

"Why are you stalking her anyway, aren't you two supposed to be close?"

Though partly to alleviate the discomfort of standing over Kobeni in her current state, he spoke with a hint of genuine interest. Her behavior was bizarre enough to warrant questioning, and he didn't particularly care to engage her in conversation most other times, so it seemed like a good opportunity to sate his curiosity.

"W-we are... I-I mean, not like, close like... that, but... close like f-friends a-and..."

She floundered, seemingly still under the pretense that it was some well kept secret she could sweep back under the rug, or that Aki cared enough about her charade to keep it up for her.

"You can cut the act Kobeni, I'm not blind, I have no idea what miss Makima sees in you but whatever going on is clearly more than just friendship"

His jab was intentional, though he didn't know just how deep it was going to cut. Kobeni's posture changed in an instant, pulling her knees tight to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, burring her face into a clump as a dour sadness washed over her.

"I... I don't know either..."

She seemed resigned, as though she'd been avoiding the question for some time, pacing around it and trying to stumble into an answer to bury it under, content to lie to herself as long as it kept her occupied. There was a part of Aki he hadn't acknowledged for some time, the spark that that lie at the heart of his jealous flame, since turned to bitter resentment. He thought back to when those embers were still stoked by yearning, how desire drove him to being someone he believed was deserving of her, content with striving for her gaze. He contemplated on the anger he felt when he realized her heart had been taken by another, and worse still, someone like Kobeni. A weak-willed, incompetent, sniveling coward. While he'd strived to better himself for her, she settled for this wet rag that was presently trying to quiet her sobbing enough that people could pretend not to notice it. It occurred to him his thoughts of Makima were always frayed, edges burned with resentment over a love lost. Was that even correct? Can you lose something you never held in the first place? At least his love was real enough even if it was never reciprocated... Wasn't it?

The more he thought of what that meant to him, of want and desire, companionship worth striving for, someone he'd want to hand his heart to, the more clear it was becoming. There was a figure that accompanied every yearning thought, their locks of red drifting in gentle breeze, waiting for him to reach out and permit them his affection. But it wasn't Makima.

"You don't get to choose who you fall in love with"

He looked up at the sky, as rays of sunlight pushed aside drifting clouds and bathed the park around them in their light. Kobeni pulled her head up and looked at him, his arm extended to her. She hesitated, but reached out when his face grew impatient, and Aki pulled her to her feet. He gave her one final look, for the first time in a long time bereft of disdain, and hiding a spark of understanding, before walking away.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Kobeni hardly had time to process Aki's sudden shift when a voice accompanied with rattling chains and pattering paws piped up from behind her.

"M-Makima!?"

Kobeni turned, greeted by her smile. It was warm and genuine, sculpted of the simple delight of seeing something that brought her joy.

"If you're not busy, would you like to join me for the rest of my walk?"

Kobeni looked down at Makima's outstretched hand and brushed a stray tear from her hand. In her presence at least, her worries still seemed small and insignificant, eclipsed by this invitation to joy.

"Yeah... I'd like that"

[toobusyshrimping]

took a bit because it requires me doing all of the editing and downloading on my laptop

Explosively yours is in my pinned tag, ex-vault cult member Lucy MaClean takes to sugaring to help pay for her college since she has very little record of her even existing. Cooper Howard is a divorcee, his wife having left him after a freak accident on set disfigured him. All he wants is a true girlfriend experience, someone to take out, cuddle with, and pass book recommendations back and forth with. He has no intentions of trying to get her to have sex with him but she has other (better!) ideas

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Only thing I fear is how much I care for you is a snowballing back and forth lovechild between @pennyserenade and I.

Dr. Jonathan Crane gave up on the desire to have a partner over a decade ago. Fulfilling his urges in infrequent hookups at psychology conferences to keep his mind clear and focused on his experiments. Enter Mara, a fellow gotham Dr in his department, outspoken and kind with a sharp wit. She doesn't avoid him like others, leaving copies of articles she finds interesting on his desk and instantly devouring them when he gives them back with notes in his scratchy handwriting.

He kidnaps her out of curiosity to find out what makes her afraid, taken aback when she wakes up tied to a chair in front of the Scarecrow and comments "Are you going to cut my clothes off of me? You and I both know I'm not usually dressed for this." Apparently, she simply puts in the effort to pass as normal, fantasizing and lucid dreaming about the Scarecrow kidnapping her and having his way with her.

Slowly but surely he, as his professional self, finally allows her to worm her way into his life. She's fascinating, matching his intensity to debate their sides of topics, her frequent presence in his office and the fact that she shoves lunch at him until he complies and eats it raising eyebrows at the office. Who the hell calls their coworker Bunny (her heart rabbiting in her chest when she's around his alter-ego) or Puppy (the wolf chasing his rabbit) unless they're fucking?

While everyone (correctly) assumes they're together they deny it, maintaining that they have a professional relationship in the office. (Which is a carefully worded lie because they fuck on every surface imaginable in public). Jonathan knows he's well and truly met his match (and other half) when she kidnaps him back on their one year anniversary.

You have a kind voice and you like mine (why would you change how you sound all the time?) is my tentative title for caller Lucy MaClean and Phone Sex Operator Cooper Howard

Lucy gets shamed by her ex boyfriend Monty for what she sounds like in bed "Seriously Lucy, who the fuck says golly gee when someone puts their mouth on your pussy?." calls in to be taught how to dirty talk by a master of the craft.

Cooper Howard listens as she explains that cursing where she grew up (a commune) would cause serious repercussions to your reputation. She's already pushing her limits trying (and failing) to have pre-marital sex (another big no-no) but going far enough to curse is anxiety-inducing.

Cooper works with her for a while, praising her when she's able to get even half of a dirty word out, listening to her warm giggle at the praise. He just doesn't get why the (idiotic, he tells her when she sniffles because she couldn't say cock for the third call in a row) boys who get her into bed would run for the hills when this intelligent, delectable sounding woman is half naked in front of them. He realizes he has a problem when she moans out "jinkies" while they mutually masturbate over the phone sends him over the edge.

@pimosworld

tagged by @danidrabbles (thank you!) to make book covers for my wips, but seeing as i only have one serious one at the moment i made two for it

(there is this template, and also this (which i used).)

tagging: @toobusyshrimping, @burt-reynolds, @perotovar, @alwaysbethewest, and anyone else who might like to do this).

[mi401leiascott]

Story board

StoryBoards: When the concept pieces were too detailed, I had to scale back the designs into something more simple. There were two reasons for this, one being that it was going to take long to complete and two was going to quickly burn me out. So it was now just quick sketches. I tried putting in shading to make it more dynamic shading but it ended up blocking out most of the details that made it hard to see. I was originally not going to use indesign for my storyboards because I had felt that it was going to take up time trying. In the end, I had to push myself to learn new software. It was because the handwriting wasn’t going to cut it, so using boxes made it feel more professional. It was difficult figuring out how to import materials and admittedly I had gotten help at one point when I needed it. So when I learned that there was a nicer way of using it. The software became more manageable to use. 

As for the storyboards themselves I will explain it for each shot. When doing them, I started off just the places and then went on a creative course of action with the other shots.

This shot is the establishing area of the airport and my reasoning for this one was to make it look like the character was stuck in a glass casing. When we had a lecture about heterotopia and how places can change their meanings depending on a certain situation. For example a terminal like this one is supposed to have a person leave and enter a country. However this one can’t leave because his country is no longer valid due to a war and he also can’t go to a shelter area since he isn’t a “real victim” in the eyes of the government.

Shot number two exists to expand on the size of the airport and where he will go next. To show that it is set up more like a prison and less like a place you come and go to escape your problems but this is his burden that he carries with him. 

The angel shows that no matter how serious of an issue it really is, even cupid has his back turned to the main character. He is the butt of the joke and no one helps in any way.

It is foreshadowing of where the character is going to have things turn around for him later and what the US airport really represents. The greed and the amusement of only the people in higher positions. 

We watch him under a bird's eye view of him, adjusting to his surroundings. Him checking every area. Seeing what he finds in every way that he can.

The camera is on a dutch tilt to establish that it doesn’t feel right even when we are watching suffer alone.

He is not in a rush to get down, he sways with each step. 

We see how empty it is, it appears like a ghost town and we are always viewing him like a security camera. 

We see his tired sunken eyes and hunger bursting through the seams. He is scared of being left in here by himself. 

He slowly saunters over to the phone booth and shrinks into a ball on the ground. Waiting to hear anyone pick up the call that he desperately needs to know. 

He is standing on the edge far away and distant to steal his resolve. 

He is shaking his hand, the fear persists. 

He marches forward anyways to say that he must find somewhere to sleep.

The dutch tilt is also used here in the liminal hallway, where it feels like it stretches for long. 

You hear him breathing heavily as he inches more, and see the panic well in his eyes but you don’t know he is thinking. 

We see him reaching closer to the doors.

 He pauses for a brief moment to have his back turned away from the camera at all times because he feels distant from his feelings except for when it is fear. 

He puts his hand on the door, and cuts to the next scene. The viewer won’t know until the next scene in the morning after. 

I wanted to put on a more scary factor about it because it would be scary to wander alone to have no one help you and your family being in danger. All that the main character wanted to do was collect a small thing to go back with him yet he was stuck in a cage.

[wandaromanova]

can i request wandanat x r? r wants to propose to wandanat and has been sneaking around to hide her plans of proposal. wandanat thinks r is cheating and maybe leaves her? you decide but angst please and i just love all your work i can't stop re reading them💕

Ruined

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: cussing, arguing, very slight violence, cheating allegations

A/N: hi! thank you for your request! im flattered to know that you love and re read my work! i may or may not have intentionally left this on a cliffhanger whoops 🤭 <3

Ruined | Regret

Word Count: 1.8K | masterlist

(gif is not mine)

You had first met Wanda and Natasha when you were tasked with being the Avengers’ liaison. You were tasked to handpick missions that you believed required the attention of the heroes and assigned team members onto those missions.

You worked very closely with the team, you even lived with them in the compound for convenience. In the time spent working for them, you had grown super close to everyone; most especially Nat and Wanda.

It first started off with the pair going into your office, always asking for missions. You had found it odd considering they never took a break. You didn’t understand why they’d seek out missions when they were clearly exhausted. You figured that maybe they just loved helping people so much that they got excited and anxious for missions, but little did you know what their true intentions were.

They wanted to spend time with you. They wanted to observe you close up and not across a conference table. They wanted to know everything there was to know about you. As creepy as it was, they wanted to get close enough to know what you smelt like. They wanted to know what your lips tasted like. They wanted the relationship with you to surpass professionalism.

Eventually, the two Avengers stopped asking for missions when they came in; they just went to your office for the sake of going there. They’d bring you various lunches every single day and shower you with small compliments.

You’d brushed it off as the women being very good friends that just so happened to be flirts. You were wrong. They were interested in you, in the same way you were in them. You couldn’t help but admire the two beautiful women.

Their green eyes, fit bodies, and kind smiles were a recipe for disaster, in the best way possible. With one look, you’d drop to your knees and do whatever they wanted. They just had to say the word and you would do it, no hesitation. Yeah, it sounds absolutely ridiculous, but it’s painfully and embarrassingly true.

Over the course of time, you had grown closer to Wanda and Nat. Your daily lunches turned into daily movie nights and dinners too. You saw them all the time and you didn’t mind it one bit.

They finally asked you out after a year of spending time with and getting closer to you. It was safe to say, you instantly agreed with a smile on your face as you let out an, “of course! fucking finally!”

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Now, you had been dating the two women for five years. Yeah, it’s been a long ass time, but it still wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to spend forever with Wanda and Nat.

You wanted to get an actual house in the suburbs together. Not an apartment in the middle of New York, but a place you could call home. You craved the domesticity of it all.

You wanted to settle down and have kids with them somehow; whether it be by adoption or via surrogate. You just wanted to have a family of your own with the two woman you loved more than anyone or anything in the universe.

So, you’ve been sneaking around trying to keep your secret, well… a secret. You were planning on proposing to your girlfriends. Yes, this was a very huge step in a relationship, but you felt as though it was the right time. You guys had been together for five years! You were practically married to them already!

You would sneak off suddenly during your usual movie nights with Wanda and Nat or before breakfast to go and meet with different jewelers. You didn’t want to go into a store and buy their rings. That was not an option in the slightest. They were special and deserved special rings. They needed rings that were as unique and one of a kind as they were. It’s what Wanda and Nat deserved.

So, you were constantly leaving, whether it be early in the morning or the late hours of the night, on the search for someone who could make your ideas for their rings, a reality. You would hide your phone from Wanda and Nat’s view and even changed your passcode in order to prevent them from finding out. You’d face your phone down whenever you left it in a room with the pair, as well.

Unfortunately, in your excitement of what was to come, you didn’t realize how suspicious your behavior had been. You figured that you were being pretty discreet, coming up with pretty believable excuses. You even had some of the team help you with your lies, since you let them know what you had planned.

However, you forgot you were dating a world class spy and a witch. You were wrong, obviously. As each day passed, your girlfriends worried and assumed the worst. They let their minds spiral and searched for worst case scenarios. The worst one of all seeming the most likely; infidelity. They came to the conclusion that you were cheating on them.

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Natasha and Wanda cried to one another on one of the nights you bolted off and zoomed out of the apartment with a lame excuse.

Wanda sat on the couch as Nat held her in her arms. They both had tears cascading down their faces as their thoughts were plagued by you; by your supposed betrayal.

“How? How could she do this to us? After everything we’ve been through? She’s goes and cheats on us?” Wanda spoke brokenly as she released a sob. Natasha pulled Wanda closer, the Sokovian woman placing her head in the crook of Nat’s neck.

“I don’t know. I really don’t know, Wanda. All I know is, this can’t go on any longer.” Natasha spoke, trying to keep her voice steady, but her voice failed her. She came out shaky as the sadness and hurt seeped in. You had betrayed them, or so they thought.

They sat there in the same position, waiting for your return. Finally, four hours later. You had come back to the apartment.

You were ecstatic as you made your way up to the front door. You finally found a jeweler that could make the perfect rings for Wanda and Nat! You couldn’t wait to get on one knee and present the rings to the two women who would forever hold your heart. You were over the moon excited right now.

However, your joy was quickly wiped away the second you stepped foot into the apartment. You took in the sight of Wanda and Natasha on the couch, staring at you with dried and fresh tears on their faces. You instantly shut the door and tossed your keys onto the counter as you rushed towards your girlfriends worriedly.

“Nat, Wands, what’s wrong loves?” You asked as you approached them, but Natasha abruptly stood up before you could get too close.

“Don’t you take another fucking step!” Nat snapped at you, and you stumbled backwards a little, in total shock. Your concern increased as you looked between the fuming redhead and the heartbroken looking brunette.

“Did something happen? What’s wrong?” You were so confused and desperately wanted to comfort your girlfriends. You don’t recall doing anything that could anger and upset them this much.

“Yeah, something happened. Our girlfriend is a fucking pathetic, cheating ass bitch who can’t keep it in her pants.” Natasha spoke with venom dripping from her tone. You literally let out a gasp, her words physically hurting you.

“What the hell are you talking about? I’m not cheating on you guys! I love you both more than you guys could even imagine!” You raised your voice, getting frustrated with the situation.

Wanda suddenly stood up and stuck beside Nat. She stared at you with anger clouding her sadness now.

“You’re not cheating on us? Then why the hell have you been running off at weird hours of the day? Why have you been hiding your phone from us?” Wanda began to fire a bunch of questions towards you.

You froze in your place. The answers to their questions weren’t what they thought they would be. The true answers were the complete opposite of cheating, you were acting weird because you were planning on proposing! But you couldn’t tell them that!

You stood silently as the two women stared at you, breathing heavily. They took your silence as confirmation of their suspicions.

“We fucking knew it. You’re a fucking joke, Y/N. Were we not enough for you? Was two women not enough for you?” Wanda inched her way towards you, eyes glowing red.

You backed away, not in fear, but in sadness. You really wished you could tell them the real reasons behind your behavior, but you couldn’t without blowing up your surprise.

“Did you really think you could go behind our backs without us noticing?” Wanda continued to stalk towards you, like she was about to murder you.

“I swear to you both, I would never, ever, cheat on you guys. You’re both more than enough for me. You’re my home, I’d never jeopardize that.” You tried to convince your girlfriends to believe you, but they weren’t having it.

“Stop lying to us!” Wanda screamed out as she sent you flying back with a scarlet colored blast as she used her powers on you. Your back connected with the front door as you groaned. That was going to be a huge bruise later, for sure.

“I’m not lying. When have I ever lied to you both, huh? Why the fuck would I start now?” You asked exasperatedly as you stood up slowly. You cringed at the pain radiating from your back.

“And here you go again, more lies coming out of your slutty mouth. The fucking nerve you have, Why don’t you go and fuck whoever you’ve been seeing and leave us alone?” Natasha spoke as she moved forward, placing her hand firmly on Wanda’s waist.

Before you even have the chance to speak, Wanda opened the door with her powers and tossed you out of the apartment. She abruptly slammed the door in your face. Wanda and Nat’s angry, pain-filled faces and scarlet colored magic being the last things you saw before the door blocked your vision with a harsh slam.

You sat on the ground in front of the door in shock. They thought you were cheating on them. They didn’t want anything do with you now. What the fuck were you supposed to do now? What did this mean for your proposal? Should you cancel on the jeweler? Or should you hold out hope and pray that they’ll hear you out eventually?

All you did know was that your proposal had been ruined regardless. Whether you told them about your plans or not, the moment was doomed the minute they began to suspect cheating.

Withholding the information from them, caused them to push you away. But now that you look at it, if you had just told them about the proposal, you’d at least be in their arms right now and not on the floor of your apartment complex hallway with tears streaming down your face.

You were at a loss, and you didn’t know if you could gain back the trust of the women you loved.

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[newronantic]

HAIKYUU!! FICS

so this is mostly gonna be for myself to keep track of my favorite fics i’ve read, but hey if anyone else wants to check some of these out then thats great

MHA one is up!!

ill keep updating this as i read more, feel free to send me suggestions!

KageHina

plain as day - emleewrites

In which Hinata has spent the better part of the last twenty years putting his heart and soul into volleyball, hoping to be recognised, to be noticed. And yet he spends all these years also thinking of himself as rather plain, beyond his lack of height and bright hair, and not really noticeable at all.

In Transit - Mysecretfanmoments

Hinata finds that he likes standing close to Kageyama on buses and trains. It doesn't mean anything--probably. Maybe.

I like the way your clothes smell - Mysecretfanmoments

Power outages, ghost stories, and the presence of a certain orange-haired boy lead to bad decision-making on Tobio's part. He'd planned to keep his crush a secret; the universe has other plans.

Chaotic Neutral - akaraka

Who's this Kageyama person on twitter and is he gay?

1: Anonymous: see title

2: Anonymous: curry king

3: Anonymous >> 1: It's the curry king, obviously. Have you been using his memes this whole time without knowing who he was?

4: Anonymous: 1) Hinata Shouyou's boyfriend 2) See above

jellyfish - mysterytwin

At the beginning of his last year at Karasuno High School, Hinata Shouyou starts a list and calls it THINGS TO DO BEFORE GRADUATION, all with high hopes that he’ll be able to complete it before his time runs out.

TsukkiYama

Try This On For Size - CloudMonsta

A lot changed for Yamaguchi Tadashi over the course of high school. He started trying on dresses, for one.

The Great Yamaguchi-Tsukishima Split (Capitalization Necessary) - WyYeuw

"But no, the current situation isn’t normal. This situation requires the full attention of the team.

No, what’s really concerning this time around, is that Yamaguchi is the one ignoring Tsukishima.”

Yamaguchi confesses. Tsukishima fucks up—like, really fucks up. The volleyball club notices and loses a week’s worth of practice.

IwaOi

Terrarium - sausaged

He's practically a professional at being proactive (lies, lies, and lies when it comes to Iwaizumi).

At this point, is he really happy with just staying best friends forever? Will he be writing journals and collecting rocks forever (he will, he knows, but that is aside from the point)?

Can he really tag his Instagram photos with #YOLO if he doesn't actually put that phrase into practice?

A story about Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, plants, and rocks.

They Say it Rain Diamonds on Jupiter - exsao

"You're in love with him."

Hajime considers denying it. He considers deliberately choking on his drink to express surprise, to create a distraction by spitting onto the man in front of him's pristine white shirt and causing a commotion. Instead, he swallows his mouthful of soda and heaves a small sigh once his mouth is free.

"Yeah," he says instead.

He's never been good at lying, anyway.

bait and switch - Stylographic_Blue_Rhapsody

Oikawa's university volleyball team knows he's in a long-distance relationship with someone from high school. They imagine a sweet-faced girl that matches his sarcasm with patience. They are so incredibly wrong.

my heart is where it’s always been - foreverautumn

Iwaizumi places his phone down carefully.

Oikawa. Pining after someone. There’s no way.

(Iwaizumi knows he shouldn’t care who Oikawa might have feelings for, but within the span of three days, it’s somehow the only thing he can think about.)

KuroKen

Beautiful People Will Ruin Your Life - todxrxki

Kuroo Tetsurou runs a private Twitter account where he's constantly tweeting about how desperately in love he is with Kozume Kenma. Little does he know that Kenma sees all the tweets and keeps referencing the account in an attempt to get Kuroo to confess to him. / Or, five times Kuroo didn't notice Kenma hinting about his private Twitter account, and one time he finally did.

the things that get caught in the valves of his heart - ghostpot

Emotional competency is not exactly Kuroo's strong suit. Kenma finds it quite amusing.

Accidentally In Love - todxrxki

Kuroo frowns, but then slowly, the corners of his mouth lift up into a smirk. "Well, if it's so unbelievable, why don't we give it a try?"

Kenma glances up at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

"Let's do the 36 questions to fall in love," Kuroo says, still smirking stupidly. "If we don't fall in love, then you're right, it's bullshit. But if we do somehow..." Kuroo waggles his eyebrows. "Then I win." / Kuroo decides he and Kenma should do the 36 questions to fall in love as a joke, but they both start to realize they might actually be in love already.

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) - cosmogony

TW: major character death

Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives

even if you’re ahead for a bit, i will catch up - ghostpot

Kuroo first confesses when they're sticky-fingered, wide-eyed kids, and subsequently every day after that. Kenma takes a while to come around.

you’re the brake lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway) - ghostpot

Kenma thinks that Kuroo looks ugly with his head bent against the arm of the couch like that. Then Kenma thinks that he wants to marry him, and is promptly thrown into the 5 stages of grief.

teach me the way home - icespyders

“Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —

because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.”

Kuroo and Kenma grow up in transit.

in this universe - crossbelladonna

Living with Kuroo is sometimes, just like this. It always feels surreal like he's living half a world and a lot of things rush by too quickly. Kenma feels like he'd watched him come and go in a blink, eyes wide and wordless as the shared space went snug in an instant and far larger in the next.

All this, and a glass of water.

Beginning’s End - todxrxki

Somehow over the course of Kenma's lifetime, he’s never really had an opportunity to miss Kuroo. He’s always been there. Even when they went to different schools, Kuroo would meet him afterwards so they could walk home together, shoulders brushing, Kuroo occasionally taking the opportunity to guide him when his nose was buried in the newest video game. The thought of Kuroo not being there anymore is uncomfortable, to say the least. / Kozume Kenma's third year and the changes the year brings in himself and his relationship with Kuroo Tetsurou.

All I Want for Christmas is You - todxrxki

“Kuro,” he says. “You’re a single guy.”

“Yeah, great, thanks for pointing that out.”

“And my parents already know you, plus they already know you like guys or whatever so… what if you pretended to be my date for Christmas dinner?” / In which Kenma recruits his housemate and best friend Kuroo to be his fake date for Christmas.

BokuAka

just to miss the sun - rosevtea

Everything begins to implode when MSBY Jackals outside hitter Bokuto Koutarou crashes Akaashi's livestream.

Operation BokuAka - kazzydolyn

After spending two whole years watching Bokuto and Akaashi pine for one another, the rest of the Fukuroudani Volleyball Club has had enough. When everyone meets up for a reunion dinner, the team decides to play matchmaker and finally get the two of them together. Unfortunately, their plan starts to fall apart when they discover that Akaashi is already dating someone. And apparently so is Bokuto. What a strange coincidence.

bitter - silvercistern

He accepted his classmate's chocolates gracefully, then declared his lack of interest with as much dignity as he could muster. She deserved the courtesy. At least she'd acknowledged that Valentine's Day was all about her, and not about him in the slightest.

Because if any of these girls had taken the time to actually get to know him, they’d quickly realize something even more important than his lack of interest in girls.

And that was that Akaashi hated sweets.

In Another Life - LittleLuxray

TW: major character death

Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.

The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write.

120% yes - pissedofsandwich

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Kissing Ace - karasunovolleygays

It happens right after training camp.

Akaashi Keiji has a secret he has guarded since he was a child. He won’t go so far as to call it a fear, but more of an aspect of himself of which he is horribly mortified. No one on the team knows about it, and Akaashi does his best to keep it that way.

But years of dodging hugs and casual contact come to naught in the blink of an eye and the swipe of a hand.

daisy rings and frivolous things (i am deliriously in love with you) - gabstar

Akaashi Keiji is in love. Bokuto Koutarou is a star. Everyone on Fukurodani has a gambling problem.

SakuAtsu

The MSBY Black Jackals Read Thirst Tweets - isaksara (syailendra)

Sakusa’s eyes are very dark naturally, sucking in all surrounding rays of light and crushing them in his pupils. For an athlete, he is rather pale. His lips look very pink in comparison. Atsumu is suddenly catastrophically aware that in this instance, ‘accent’ is a euphemism. “Good enough for your Olympic-size ego, Miya?”

(In which Atsumu realizes that he is attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.)

A Liar’s Truth - internetpistol

In which Sakusa Kiyoomi is raised to believe that gay people go to hell but then takes one look at Miya Atsumu and thinks, then why the hell did God make them so fucking hot?