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aealzx · 3 months ago

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As Sonic slammed through the enemy’s weapons Knuckles slid to a stop next to Shadow and threw his body protectively over the black hedgehog’s smaller form, a hand resting on Shadow’s head, and face turning to snarl at the soldiers. Only when significant damage had been done did Sonic skid to a stop, standing between the soldiers and Shadow with his arms spread wide, blue lightning rippling off his form. The quiet that fell over the field wasn’t complete, but it was still numbing. “Stay down, new hedgehog. I’ll keep you safe,” Knuckles spoke quietly to Shadow when he tried to push himself up despite the form over him. He smelled of blood mixed with ash, and Knuckles could hear the slight wheeze in his painfully heavy breaths. It was a simple command, but Knuckles was uncertain if the way Shadow’s form relaxed after a moment was a good thing or not. He seemed to be having trouble keeping his eyes open.

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“Mr. Wachowski. Care to enlighten me why you’re here?” Commander Walters returned the greeting. “Well, I live here,” Tom answered with a brief smile. “Green Hills is right over there, in case you weren’t aware. We’d appreciate it if the military wasn’t firing off weapons so close to town.” “A minor incident. We have it under control, and will be leaving shortly.” Sonic snorted and opened his mouth to shoot a bitter reply, but Tom stopped him with a hand. “Great! Well then, I’ll just pick up my kids, and we’ll pretend this never happened. We can tell the town you were cleaning up a rogue Eggman drone?” Tom suggested brightly. That got Commander Walters to crack a fake smile. “Ah. Yes, that should do nicely.” “Cool! Keeping it simple. I like it,” Tom breathed, clapping his hands together and turning slightly. “Honey, is kid number four safe to move?” “Four?” Commander Walters spoke in mildly confused protest. “Uhhhhh yeah. Two right here, and then two over there with Maddie makes four,” Tom returned easily, pointing to Sonic and Tails near him, and then Knuckles and Shadow as Maddie reached them. Commander Walters cleared his throat. “I’m sorry Mr. Wachowski, there seems to be a misunderstanding. Project Shadow is property of G.U.N.. I can’t allow you to take it.” “Huh,” Tom voiced, forcing a pause. “That’s strange. I thought slavery was illegal in the United States.” “You know what I mean.” “No, I actually don’t. Care to enlighten me how kidnapping a lost child and subjecting him to experimentation and indefinite imprisonment is something the government does?” Commander Walters’ expression twitched, and Tom started nodding his head. “Yeah, we figured some things out,” Tom confirmed the unspoken, possible question. It prompted Commander Walters to change tactics, shifting his shoulders and drawing a breath for a new conversation. “We’re simply containing a dangerous weapon. It’s standard procedure.” “Excuse me? The only dangerous weapon we’ve had to deal with recently was that moon slicing cannon your people built. The one that my kids stopped, because some nutcase stole it from you. Remember that?” “Didn’t he almost kill you in the process?” “Because he thought I was you!” Tom snapped. ”And seeing what you've done to him now I can see why his first reaction to seeing you was to fight!” “He's dangerous-” “He is a child!” Tom bellowed. “And if you would treat him as one, as a person, instead of a weapon he may have come to like you instead of wanting to kill you the moment he saw you! Now are you going to take my suggestion and get the hell out of here without a fuss, or are we going to have to do this the hard way?”

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“I think he passed out.” Maddie faltered for a moment, but then pushed through, somewhat reassured since they were already in the clinic. “Alright. That’s okay, bring him over here,” Maddie directed, pointing to a shallow bathing station. “We need to get him clean. Can you get his gloves and shoes off?” she gave for further instruction before turning to her three boys. “Knuckles, take your brothers to the front room and call Uncle Wade to come help watch you three.” “But I wanna help!” Sonic protested, already having been dancing around their feet staying out of the way but also trying to stay as close as he could. “I know, but this is a little more intense than I’d like you to have to deal with,” Maddie assured, running her hand over his head. “I’ll be good, I’ll listen.” “No, Sonic,” Maddie stressed. “I’m gonna have to do surgery to fix his ribs, and I don’t want any of you to see that. Okay?” Sonic’s eyes went wide, and Maddie raised her hands to steady him if needed. It was a little blunt, but she didn’t have time to keep trying to convince him. “It’ll be okay, boys. I’ll take care of it. So just be good for Wade, alright?” “I’ll watch over them, mother,” Knuckles assured, moving forward with Tails already clinging to him and putting a hand around Sonic. “Come. Let us contact our Uncle, then construct a plan to welcome Shadow home.”

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Iiiiiii have a lot of scattered incoherent thoughts about Shadow getting adopted that I cannot figure out how to string together in a straight story, so I'm just doodling and writing the lil bits that pop into my head. 8 |

Something about Shadow trying to find his inhibitor rings again, but he only gets the 2 for his legs and G.U.N. finds the other 2 first, which leads to Shadow trying to steal them back but inevitably getting worn down by them and his own chaos energy beating him up. So he gives in and goes to Green Hills to find Sonic for help because "I thought that...since you wouldn't kill me… even after all I did, all I said, I thought that maybe…. maybe… you could help me"

This all took long enough that the Wachowski fam had enough time to talk things over about everything.

This also might be the 'I may have beat Shadow up a lil too much haha whoops' headspace 'cause he ended up with this list of injuries by the time the fam got him:

2 displaced broken ribs on the right (stabilized by Maddie with pins to be removed later)

broken right arm

broken left leg

injured right lung (causes wheezing mostly)

large laceration on right torso and right thigh

I'm still not sure if I want Walters to be the one there chasing Shadow or if it should be the other military lady and Walters helps stop them and let Tom and Maddie take Shadow 8 |

anyway post is getting way long so * finger guns and leaves ya'll with this *

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emeraldserenade · 1 month ago

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Right, Wrong Number ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: just a few numbers off and suddenly you have a new crush

tw: fem!reader, idiots to lovers, creepy men at gas stations, cursing, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Have this while I keep going to reach my goal of 34 pages. This has just been rotting in my drafts because I didn't know how to end it.

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You were home alone when your phone went off, a simple Hey, it's me from the bar. You were tempted to leave it alone, you didn't know the number anyway. You're curiosity and boredom got the better of you.

you: Hi? You might have the wrong number unknown: Shit, I do Sorry you: Wait, no. I'm bored, come back

You sat staring at the screen for a few minutes, you watched the text bubbles pop up before disappearing for a few moments. After a while you gave up and looked back at the tv, you just ruined your chance of entertainment.

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Joaquín looked over the number on his phone, pulling his laptop out he looked up the number. By the time he realized there wasn't a threat, he was called into a mission.

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It's been days, you were with friends when the unknown number texted you again. You excused yourself to the restroom to answer it, not really caring for the conversation of babies they were having.

unknown: Sorry for just disappearing, I had something come up you: Oh, it's fine Everything ok? unknown: Yeah, just work you: Can I ask who you were trying to text the first time? unknown: A girl I met at a bar you: Well, her loss my gain

You looked away from your phone as the door of the bathroom opened. You relaxed when you realized it wasn't one of your friends.

unknown: Yeah, I guess so You still there? you: Yeah, sorry. I'm hiding in the bathroom from my friends and thought that one of them had just walked in. unknown: Why are you hiding from them? you: They're talking about babies and I'm the only one still single so it's not so fun for me. Oh, shit, I gotta go. Bye unknown: Bye

You rushed out of the bathroom as your friends texted you that they were leaving.

"What took you so long?" One of your friends, Clare, questioned you.

"I think I had something that doesn't agree with me," you lied, grabbing your things from another one of them, Kelly.

"Well, I'll see y'all later, you ready y/n?" Kelly addressed the group and then you. You nodded and started walking down the street with her, your arms looped together. "Do you remember my friend from Delacroix? Sarah?""

"Yeah, the one with the kids?" You meant it genuinely but cringed when you heard the implication. "I didn't mean it like that?"

"No, I understood what you meant. And yeah, her. She's having this get together in a few weeks and I registered a plus one but since Walter is staying with the kids, I need one." She trailed off and you smiled, knowing the implications.

"Who are you thinking about bringing?" You asked, trying to make a joke.

"I was thinking about this girl, we've been friends since high school, she's got this amazing hair, oh and she always smells nice," Kelly looked over at you and you laughed.

"She sounds amazing, you should let me meet her. But in all seriousness, I'd love to go," you told her as you rounded the corner of the street your apartment was on.

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You were fresh out of the shower when your phone rang, you didn't even look at it before answering it. You assumed it was Kelly calling you with the information about the get together thing, it had been a few days after all.

"Hello?" You questioned.

"Oh, hi. I didn't think you would answer," a man's voice startled you and you looked at your phone. The contact said Unknown Bestie ❤️ and you smiled into your phone.

"I'm going to be honest, I didn't even look at my phone before I answered," you shuffled around as you got ready for bed.

"Well, I was going to ask if you had anything going on 2 weeks from now," he asked and you remembered Kelly's thing.

"I do, actually, why?"

"I was gonna ask something but never mind," he laughed and you laughed with him, god did he sound hot.

"Do I get to know your name or am I supposed to call you Unknown?"

"Quin," he told you after a moment's hesitation.

"Y/n," you offered your name as you got into bed, pulling your phone away from your ear ling enough to change it to speaker.

"Y/n," you liked the way your name rolled off his tongue. "You've got a nice name," he told you.

"So do you," you mumbled, stifling a yawn.

"Are you tired, Angel?" Quin asked you and blushed gently.

"A little, had a long day," you told him.

"Then good night, y/n," he told you.

"Good night, Quin," you said as you hung up. You got comfy before going to sleep, the exhaustion from the day finally surrounding you.

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You stood awkwardly on the street, Kelly would be picking you up soon. You were driving down to Delacroix since Kelly had troubles with flying. Kelly pulled up in a car, you knew you were going to be driving with two other people. You just didn't know those two people would be Sam Wilson and Joaquín Torres.

"Hi, sorry for being late," Kelly jumped out the running car and took the bag from your hand before shoving it in the trunk.

"It's ok, it's a nice day," you told her, taking the empty front seat. You turned around and held out your hand as best as you could. "Y/n, nice to meet you," you shook both of their hands. You saw something flash across Joaquín's face but thought nothing of it. Your turned back around as Kelly pulled away from the curb, you watched as Kelly changed the music.

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It was later in the ride when your phone buzzed in your pocket, you pulled it out and saw it was Quin.

Quin❤️: Hey, just wanted to let you know that I'm headed out of town. We probably won't be able to talk until I'm back you: Oh, no, that's ok I'm headed out of town too Quin❤️: Nice, I'll talk to you later? you: Yeah, bye! Quin❤️: Bye

You shoved your phone back into your pocket and hummed along with the music.

"Who were you texting?" Kelly glanced at you and you looked at her with narrowed eyes.

"Why do you wanna know?" You questioned, knowing you only said that when you were texting one of your family members.

"Why are you being so secretive?" She took the bait hook, line, and sinker. "So which family member?"

"Antonio," you lied, her face lit up at your words.

"Was he-" you cut her off with a laugh.

"No, he was not asking about you," you laughed, watching her deflate a little. "You've got to get over your crush on my brother, god. He's older than you," you leveled her with a look, daring her to say it.

"Older men are-"

"Kelly!" You cut her off again, laughing even harder. You could hear the boys in the back chuckling.

Joaquín smiled extra wide, now he knows that you and the y/n he had been talking to are in fact the same person.

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The rest of the ride until you hit midway went smoothly. Everyone had driven at this point, you were now in the back with Joaquín. Sam was driving and Kelly had fallen asleep, you were holding on by a thread. You were mindlessly scrolling on TikTok, occasionally silently laughing and fighting the urge to nudge Joaquín and show him. You two had been showing each other funny and interesting TikToks until he had fallen asleep. You shoved your phone on a charger and passed Sam the last can of soda before curling up and going to sleep.

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"Y/n, babes, get up," Kelly's voice broke you from your sleep.

"Huh?" You pulled your headphones out and sat up fully.

"We stopped for gas but it's been hours, bathroom time," Kelly told you and you nodded at her. You unbuckled and followed her inside, you waved at Sam who was filling up the tank.

You walked out of the bathroom and wandered the store for a moment, trying to see if there was a snack you wanted.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing all alone?" A random man tried to press himself to you but was stopped by an arm. Joaquín put himself between you and the guy and you relaxed. "Shit, sorry man, didn't realize she was taken," the guy scurried away and you shook your head.

"Thanks," you mumbled, you took a look down at his hands and lit up. "They have the purple Doritos?"

"Yeah, here, I'll take you to them," Joaquín took your hand gently and you smiled, letting him lead you to the Doritos. You grabbed 2 bags and bounded to the check out to wait in line. Joaquín was right behind you and when it was your turn, he placed his things down and paid.

"You didn't have to pay for mine," you murmured.

"I wanted to," Joaquín told you and your face warmed.

"Joaquín, man, would you drive?" Sam questioned and Joaquín nodded.

"Babes, will you let me sleep in the back?" Kelly asked.

"Yeah, just hand me my shit when we get inside," you told her and opened the passenger door.

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You finally made it to Delacroix late the next day, you, and everyone else, stretched as you got out. The three of you were staying in a hotel, Sam decided since there wasn't enough space for all of you he would stay in the hotel too.

Kelly was checking you two in, since you were sharing a room, as you looked around the space. It was a smaller hotel and you could see the inside pool, you were already thinking about how nice it would feel to float in it. Your eyes moved to Joaquín as he wandered around a little, you hadn't had time to notice how attractive he actually is. His cut off sleeve tank top made your brain fuzzy and the way his singular curl feel made you want to go feral.

"Why does Kelly call you babes?" Joaquín asked as he walked with you, both of you slightly behind Sam and Kelly.

"In high school we were in this play together, we played lovers and her character always called mine babes. It just kinda stuck and now it's almost like an inside joke," you explained as you watched as Kelly and Sam went to the stairs. "Uh, why are we taking the stairs?"

"Because exercise is good for you," Kelly told you.

"What floor?" You asked.

"4th," she told you, and you sighed.

"I'm taking the elevator," you spun and went to the elevator.

"Room 412!" She called after you and you gave her a thumbs up.

"Hold on, I'm coming with you!" Joaquín called after you and you paused for him to catch up.

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You made it into bed after your shower when Quin texted you again.

Quin❤️: Just wanted to check on you you: I just got to my hotel room, had fun in the car Quin❤️: Yeah? Wanna tell me about it? you: My friends and I drove down and when my best friend was driving we would sing along to her music. Oh and my newer friend bought me my favorite doritos! Quin❤️: Sounds like you had a lot of fun you: I really did Quin❤️: I gotta go, I'll talk to you when I can you: Bye, Quin! Quin❤️: Bye, y/n

You watched the conjoined doors crack open from your spot on your bed. Both Joaquín and Sam walked through when they saw you and Kelly in your beds.

"Can we join y'all? Our TV isn't turning on," Sam questioned and you shrugged while Kelly nodded. You and Kelly didn't move from your beds but Sam and Joaquín both ended up in your bed with you. You didn't mind, your bed was the closest and Kelly looked half asleep.

The TV droned on in the back as you mindlessly scrolled on TikTok again, the sheer amount of edits of the two men next to you made you swipe faster than was normal. You still took the time to like them so you can watch them later, you looked up to the TV when you heard a blast. You noticed it was 911 Lone Star, you smiled watching the TV.

"I love this show," you told them. "Mateo is my favorite," you told them before looking back down at your phone.

"Mateo? The nerd?" Sam questioned and you looked over at him.

"Yes, Mateo. Fuck off," you told him as you noticed him laughing.

"Really Mateo?"

"Need I remind you who's bed you're currently lounging in?" You raised your eyebrow at him and laughed along with Joaquín.

"Ok, ok," Sam relented and you three relaxed back into the silence. You shut off your phone to watch the rest of the episode with them, Joaquín plugging it in for you.

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You woke up the next morning alone, which was jarring considering you had fallen asleep during a movie between Sam and Joaquín. You shook off the weird feeling you had and made your way to the bathroom, you all had shown up a few days before. You had plans of doing nothing for the time being except float in the pool and go shopping. You brushed your teeth and changed before going to make sure Kelly was awake.

"Kelly, wake up," you gently pushed her hair back as she tried to fight you.

"Ugh, no," she pushed you away.

"Ugh, yes," you mocked her and she glared at you. "If you can glare, you can get up, let's go before we miss breakfast," you told her. She grumbled but got up. You waited on your bed and watched as the conjoined door opened slowly again. "I'm dressed and Kelly is getting ready in the bathroom, it's safe," you called out and you watched as the door swung open faster.

"Good morning," Joaquín flopped down on your bed and you looked at him. Sam leaned against the wall by the conjoining door.

"You're getting real comfortable with me real fast," you said, jokingly.

"You're easy to get comfortable around," Joaquín told you earnestly.

"I'm ready, let's go," Kelly bounced out of the bathroom and you grabbed the room keys and left with them all. The 4 of you made your way down stairs, you forcing them to take the elevator.

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You realized it late, there was something about Joaquín's voice was familiar. You couldn't find out way, but you couldn't find a way to care.

"Y/n," Joaquín's voice made you jump, you had been done with your breakfast and waiting on the others.

"Yeah?" You looked over at him.

"Do you want anything while I'm up?" Joaquín gave you one of his award winning smiles.

"Oh no, I'm good. Thank you for asking," you smiled back at him as he walked away. You heard laughing and whipped your head over to Kelly and Sam. "What?"

"He likes you," Kelly giggled but you shook your head.

"No he doesn't," you argued.

"He only asked you if you wanted anything," Kelly pointed out.

"Well, you two aren't done," you defended and they both just nodded as if they weren't impressed.

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Sarah's get together was today, you were dressed and in the car headed there. Sam had called driving and Kelly wanted the passenger seat, so you were in the back with Joaquín. You two had taken up the habit of showing the other a TikTok every now and again. You found a mild edit of Sam to show him, making you both laugh.

The party was in full swing, it had been hours and your feet hurt. You found yourself wondering if Quin was ok. You're answer showed in a text message.

Quin❤️: What do you look like? you: Uh, why? Quin❤️: Because I think I see you *insert photo of you at the party sitting at a table* you: How did you get that?

"I have a confession," Joaquín was next to you suddenly and you jumped. You looked at him confused but when he turned his phone so you could see the messages you understood.

"You're Quin, Quin is you. Holy shit," you laughed and jumped up to hug him. "I suddenly feel better about having a crush on both of you," you admitted.

"You're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad?" You two were sitting down now.

"I lied," he shurgged.

"Not really, Quin is a nickname for Joaquín and I never really did ask any personal information," you told him, watching him smile. You two spent time talking and by the end, you ended up going back to the hotel with a new boyfriend and the promise to stay in touch with Sarah.

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avis-writeshq · 1 year ago

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heyyy omg I love your writings so much! congrats on your latest milestone, it's DESERVED 👏 can I pls request track one with spencer reid where he gets an epiphany and decides that he wants to propose to his girlfriend? just superrrr cute and fluffy 😍 thanks a lot!!

glue song – spencer reid

summary: “but you’re here, and so i love you.” in which spencer realises that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. pairing: s5!spencer reid x fem!reader genre: established relationship, fluff warnings: spencer in a knee brace (tell me why that’s attractive. why does he look good at his worst. face card never declines), he’s genuinely obsessed with you, not proof read oops a/n: thank you so much anon !!!! i’m so sorry it took so long to post; i kept changing and editing it hahaha i hope you enjoy it !! wc: 1.05k

“Careful watch your– no, pivot a little, pivot–”

“I am pivoting! There’s nowhere to pivot to! Why is it so messy?”

You suppress a grimace as you manage to somehow squeeze your way through Spencer’s tiny doorway and into his apartment, the shoe rack on the side dangerously close to his damaged knee. You stumble a little as Spencer grips your shoulders tightly for support, his other hand holding onto a crutch.

“Maybe we should move into a bigger apartment,” you muse, helping him to the couch. Your gaze shifts to his injured knee, your face falling. “Does it hurt?”

“Only when I think about it. Which is pretty much all the time,” Spencer says, wincing as he finally collapses against the cool leather cushions. “Thank you for doing this.”

You look almost offended at his words as you brush his hair out of his face and into a makeshift ponytail. “Did you think that I wouldn’t?”

He hums as he feels the way your fingers pull lightly at his hair, your nails scraping against his scalp. “Thought you’d get tired of me. After, you know, everything.”

“None of that was your fault,” you remind him swiftly. “This–” you gesture to his knee– “isn’t either.”

He softens, leaning his cheek on your shoulder. You’ve been there for him through everything and he knows what specifically it is you’re referring to. He could see it from the moment his doctors informed you that he wouldn’t take the vicodin they had prescribed to him to soothe his discomfort. His thought process makes sense; he didn’t want to risk it. Regardless, he was left with a growing pain in his leg that didn’t shake even after taking toradol.

“I’d never get tired of you,” you clarify, squeezing his hands. “You’re too pretty to get tired of.”

He lets out a proper laugh as he squeezes back. “You’re funny.”

“I’m being serious!”

He laughs again, shaking his head adamantly. “Liar.”

“When have I ever lied to you?”

Spencer beams in your direction, pressing kisses against the soft of your jaw. “You’re right.”

A triumphant smile spreads across your face at his words. “Exactly.”

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From his spot on the couch, Spencer watches guiltily as you hustle and bustle about in the kitchen, grabbing plates and filling them to the brim with the food you ordered from the Chinese place he loves. He feels bad seeing you work so hard looking after him; especially when you have your own workload to take care of. He doesn’t even notice that you’ve already placed his portion of food in front of him until you whack him lightly on his head with some napkins.

“Stop it. I know what you’re thinking.” You shoot him a half-hearted glare as you snap open your chopsticks. “I want to do this. I truly don’t mind.”

“You’re already doing so much,” he insists, “I’m okay, angel, I swear.”

You are not easily convinced and you point to the list of things the doctor suggested you to do in order to ensure Spencer’s speedy recovery. “I have a responsibility, Walter. What will your team do without you?”

“They’ll live,” he assures, reaching a hand out to massage the muscles by your shoulders. “I think you’ve seen me naked more the past two weeks than you have our entire relationship.”

“Well it’s not my fault that you need to bathe,” you argue, stabbing at your noodles. “You love it really.”

His cheeks burn with embarrassment at the accusation. “I do not! It’s humiliating.”

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” you soothe, smiling at him. “Besides, it’ll only be like this for a little while longer.”

“If you consider five months to be ‘a little while longer’,” he quips as he shovels food into his mouth.

You let out a laugh, not finding offence is his sarcastic blow. He thinks you’re a blessing and he figures that you definitely are. Who else can deal with the problems of him being, well, him aside from you? Spencer doesn’t know what he would do without you. How could he when you manage to push all the darkness and negativity away?

“I’m lucky to have you,” he says finally, his gaze on your face. “You’re so good to me.”

You hum in response, wiping your mouth and curling into his good side, draping an arm over his middle. “That’s true. You’re good to me, too.”

He brings his hand over your waist and kisses the side of your face in an act of reciprocation. “You’re beautiful.”

Heat crawls up your neck to your ears at the sudden compliment and you can’t help the silly bashful smile that pulls at your lips. Your mouth opens and closes, deciding on what to respond with before you settle with a simple, “Thank you.”

It’s the honest truth. There’s a look about you that tells him that you don’t believe it, but he doesn’t say anything more to try and convince you. He tells it to you everyday; he’s sure that you’ll end up accepting the compliments more readily. Your being beautiful might have been what had drawn him to you in the first place. Although he isn’t entirely sure. He recalls a certain folktale about invisible stings and how it was tying him to you. There’s something pretty about that thought, the mere idea that you were made for him and he was lucky enough to actually hold you in his arms.

You’ve turned the television on now, a romance movie playing on the screen with familiar actors. It’s supposed to be a comedy, at least that was what the description on the DVD said, about the main male lead reminiscing about his year that he spent with some manic pixie dream girl. Spencer doesn’t understand how that could be comedic but you seem to enjoy it.

Spencer has tuned out the movie now, finding entertainment in the reactions you have. Your face morphs into different emotions with each dramatic scene and in that moment Spencer realises one very important thing.

“I’m gonna marry you one day,” he whispers, his breath tickling the shell of your ear.

“What was that?” you ask obliviously and you lift your eyes to look up at him.

“Nothing,” he dismisses, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Just keep watching the movie, angel.”

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silver-the-pendejo · 2 months ago

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Yo Ya Estoy: A Blessing or a Curse?

Linked Universe x Walter!Reader Crack Reader uses They/Them pronouns Dedicated to: @final-fantasy-xiii-fan (Ty for ranting about EnchufeTV with me :D) Words: 1131

The journey through the thick forest was slow-going. The Chain had been walking for hours, the path barely visible through the tangled undergrowth. Twilight, leading the group, let out a grunt as he shoved a branch out of the way, only for it to snap back and hit Wild square in the face.

"Ow!" Wild yelped, staggering back.

"Sorry, bud," Twilight said over his shoulder. "This is gonna take forever if we don’t clear a path."

"Yo ya estoy."

SNAP.

Before anyone could react, Y/N appeared in front of the group, wielding a machete that everyone was sure they didn’t have before. And behind them, the once very tangled path was now clear, revealing an open trail ahead.

Silence.

Every single hero froze.

Wild blinked. "Uh."

Y/N turned, smiling innocently. "What?"

Nobody spoke.Nobody moved.

Then Warriors scoffed. "Hah. Alright, so they’re just fast. No big deal."

A reasonable assumption. A logical explanation.

An assumption they would come to deeply regret.

It didn’t take long for things to spiral.

That night, the group set up camp, exhaustion weighing on their shoulders. Hyrule stretched out his sore limbs and sighed. "Man, I could really go for—"

"Yo ya estoy."

Before he could even finish his sentence, a steaming bowl of soup was suddenly in his hands.

Hyrule yelped, nearly spilling it. "What the—?! When did—?!"

Across the fire, Legend narrowed his eyes. "Okay. That was way too fast."

Y/N shrugged, munching on a piece of bread they had gotten from somewhere.

A minute later, Warriors dusted off his gloves and turned to Time. "We should probably set up—"

"Yo ya estoy."

Poof.

All of the bedrolls were out and organized exactly where everyone liked to sleep. Meanwhile, Y/N was now casually sitting next to Sky, who looked like he was about to pass out.

Twilight choked on his drink.

Time slowly lowered his cup, eyes sharp. "How," he asked, voice dangerously calm, "did you do that so quickly?"

Y/N smiled. "Do what?"

The entire camp went silent.

Legend looked deeply disturbed. "…Nope. Nope. I don’t like that."

By the next morning, everyone was on edge.

Twilight caught himself mid-sentence, about to say "We should get more firewood." He stopped just in time, grinning at the others in triumph.

Then he turned around—

And there Y/N was.

Holding an armful of firewood.

Twilight dropped his sword.

"I didn’t say it," he hissed.

"Say what?" Y/N said simply, tossing the logs onto the pile.

The group groaned in unison.

"No one thinks about needing something anymore," Wild said, rubbing his temples. "New rule. If you want something done, just—just don’t."

It was a solid plan.

It lasted fifteen minutes.

The Chain, in their desperation, tried avoiding certain phrases entirely.

"Man, this sword is—"

"Yo ya estoy."

Warriors flinched as Y/N suddenly passed him his freshly polished blade.

"…That doesn’t count," he grumbled, taking it hesitantly.

Then they tried different languages.

Time muttered under his breath, "Watashi-tachi wa sō subeki kamo shire mase n—"

"Yo ya estoy."

Before he could even finish, Y/N handed him a map already marked with his exact intended route.

Time dropped it.

Hyrule gripped his head. "They knew. How did they know?!"

Legend groaned into his hands. "I QUIT."

Even Four—logical, intelligent Four—was losing his mind. One night, he tested them, keeping all of his thoughts internal.

As the group sat around the fire, he stared intensely at his sword, thinking about sharpening it but not saying a word.

And yet—

"Yo ya estoy."

The sound of a whetstone against steel rang through the air as Y/N calmly finished sharpening his sword.

Four’s eye twitched.

Twilight scooted closer to Sky, whispering, "I think we’re cursed."

"I know we’re cursed," Sky whispered back.

Eventually, they stopped fighting it.

Hyrule no longer asked for food—he just waited for it to appear in his hands.

Twilight sighed every time fresh firewood landed beside him.

Legend gave up entirely, choosing to live in blissful denial.

It was fine. Everything was fine.

Until—

"I wish this journey would just be over already," Wild muttered under his breath.

Every single hero froze.

Slowly, they all turned to Y/N.

Eyes wide. Faces pale.

Y/N smiled.

"Yo ya estoy."

And suddenly—

The shadow they had been chasing for so long was in front of them, tied up and beaten.

The heroes screamed.

Wild stumbled back. "NO. WAY."

"You broke reality," Legend shrieked. "THIS ISN’T POSSIBLE."

Time ran a hand down his face, groaning. "Oh, for the love of Nayru—"

A pause.

Slowly, cautiously, Twilight stepped forward, nudging the unconscious enemy with the tip of his boot. "Are they… real?"

Sky, with great hesitation, reached forward and poked their captive. "They’re… solid," he murmured.

Hyrule looked like he was about to pass out. "I don’t—I don’t understand. How…?"

"It’s best if you don’t," Four muttered, rubbing his temples.

Meanwhile, Warriors had completely shut down, staring at Y/N like they were some kind of eldritch being.

Finally, Wild turned to them, hands shaking. "You—you can do anything."

Y/N tilted their head, smiling playfully. "Maybe."

Silence.

Then Warriors exploded. "WHY DIDN’T YOU DO THIS FROM THE START?!"

Y/N shrugged. "You never asked."

Legend clutched his head. "THAT’S NOT HOW THIS WORKS!"

Twilight sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "We need to have a long conversation about this later."

"Sure, sure," Y/N said easily.

They turned away, stretching their arms.

"Anyway—what’s next?"

Hyrule, looking vaguely ill, muttered, “So, uh. What happens if someone says ‘I wish we were home’?”

The group gasped.

Immediately, they all turned back to Y/N—horrified.

Their smile widened.

"Yo ya—"

“NOOOOOO!”

Twilight tackled them. Warriors shoved a hand over their mouth. Sky wrapped his arms around them in a desperate attempt to stop reality from imploding.

Y/N was laughing.

“I can’t believe how scared you all are,” they wheezed, trying to shove them off.

“This is not a joke,” Time said gravely, still rubbing his temples.

“You’re not a joke,” Y/N shot back.

“STOP ENCOURAGING THEM,” Legend snapped.

After that, the Chain made a sacred vow.

No more speaking freely. No more implying anything.

If they needed something, they got it themselves.

If they wanted something, they suffered in silence.

And yet—

Late one evening, when Warriors dropped his shield on accident and sighed—

"Yo ya estoy."

Y/N was already handing it back at him.

Warriors just groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“…I hate this,” Legend muttered.

Twilight sighed. “We all do.”

Wild, finally accepting his fate, just held out his hands expectantly. “Y/N, can I have some food?”

"Yo ya estoy."

And the soup was already in his hands.

At least someone was benefiting.

This is based on Walter, one of my favorite characters from EnchufeTV, a spanish sketches channel :D Anyways hope u all like it and me disapears now, byeeeee

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hederasgarden · 8 months ago

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Ciao bella!! For your requests...

How's about #8 with Bodyguard Walter Marshall? You know I'm a sucker for those curls. 😘😘

I continue to suck at writing 100 word drabbles so here you go. Enjoy!

Pairing: Walter Marshall x F!Reader Word Count: 841 Warnings: Hurt/comfort, angsty, violence, whump and soft Walter. A/N: This is my first Walter fic and my first time writing for a Henry Cavill character so be kind! Please comment or reblog if you enjoyed this and want to see more. Or scream at me in my inbox. That always makes my day.

The world seems to move in slow motion, every detail sharp and painful. A high-pitched drone rings in your ears while dust chokes your throat, making it difficult to breathe. When you touch your head, your hand comes away bloody and you blink in an attempt to clear your vision. Somewhere in the distance, you hear the wail of sirens. You try to make sense of it all but your mind struggles to hold onto any thought too long.

Glass crunches under your heels as you take a hesitant step forward. You wobble, pitching toward the ground until a pair of strong arms catch you. You look up and Walter's face comes into focus, his features sharp and concerned despite the surreal blur around you. His lips move under his thick beard, but it sounds like he’s speaking underwater.

You shake your head and he shifts closer. His warm, calloused hands cup your face and you wince when his thumb presses against the cut on your head. Behind him, you can see what remains of the hallway. There’s a single shoe in the middle of the floor and your stomach lurches, catching sight of a body.

"Hey. Look at me."

Walter grips your jaw almost painfully and your attention snaps back to him. Suddenly, everything comes rushing back. You were angry, arguing with him and another FBI agent about whether you should testify. They had security concerns but you were determined, it was your only chance to put away your boss —the corrupt DA in the pocket of the mob. That was right before the first bomb exploded.

"Oh god,” you whisper, horrified.

"It's okay, you're okay," he soothes, his voice calm and steady despite the chaos. "We're going to get out of this, but I need you to listen to me, can you do that?"

"Yes."

"That's good," Walter praises.

His hands drop to your shoulders and then down your arms, applying careful pressure as he goes. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know he’s checking for injuries but right now all you can focus on is how reassuring his touch feels. If he’s with you, you’re safe. He would never let anything bad happen to you. That thought alone is enough to pull you from the swirling panic that threatens to drown you.

"We need to check in on the rest of the team," you tell him. Walter's voice is gentle as he says your name, but you shake your head firmly, trying to push past the haze of confusion. ”No, we need to—"

"You're my priority," he interrupts. "I need to get you out. There's no case without you.”

"We can't leave them."

"I'm sorry,” Walter says softly as his thumb brushes away the tears that escape. ”They're gone,"

Your eyes dart behind him and you see the horrific reality you hadn’t fully registered before. Three bodies lay on the floor—your friends and colleagues. The realization feels like a lance through your chest, stealing your breath. You look back at Walter, tears falling silently.

A distant boom makes both of you flinch. The building shudders violently, sending plaster dust cascading from the ceiling.

"We need to go."

You nod and Walter wraps an arm around your waist to hold you close as he guides you over the debris. When you try to look back, he places a firm hand on the side of your face, his fingertips brushing against your temple.

"Don't look," he says, urging you to tuck your face into his chest.

Your fingers curl into the soft fabric of his sweater as your body moves on autopilot, guided by him, until you’re finally outside. From there, everything becomes a blur, moments merging into a disjointed sequence—the paramedics stitching you up, the uneasy ride in the back of a strange SUV, and now, this safe house.

You watch Walter pace the living room, his hand resting on his gun as he stops to peer out the curtains. His black curls are still dusted with white plaster. Every part of you feels grimy and tacky.

"I want to go home," you say, your voice barely more than a whisper, but it catches Walter’s attention. He lets the curtain fall back into place, blocking out the outside world. You wrap your arms around yourself and rock forward. "Please."

"You know that's not possible.” he reminds you not patiently. “We’re gonna be stuck here for a while."

The floor creaks beneath him as he moves to stand directly in front of you. He touches your shoulder and you look up at him through wet lashes.

"You should get cleaned up. There's some toiletries and clothes for you in the bathroom." When you don’t move he sighs, touching your chin. “Go on.”

It’s a testament to how exhausted and overwhelmed you are that you follow his gentle command without argument. At the door you pause, looking back at him with a silent question in your eyes.

“I’ll be here when you get out,” he promises.

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mattybstqrn · 1 year ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭 - 𝐂.𝐖

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐-𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝙳𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎

Female Reader x Cole Walter

Y/n is well... a nerd, she wasn't popular, and she didn't care, she didn't go to prom, or dances, or school events, she kind of hated them, especially since she had no to go with. She also didn't care if people called her one unless they kept doing it till it got annoying and rude. She liked doing homework and taking lots of notes, but what she didn't like was when jocks and cheerleaders forcefully made her do their homework.

So, as she stood at her locker going over her notes to make sure she didn't forget anything not noticing that Dylan was walking up to her, "Hi," she heard from behind her, she turned around to see Dylan, "Uh, h-hi," she greeted, well this is unexpected, she thought to herself. "How can I help?" she questioned before realizing.

"Oh, do you need help with your homework, or just today's notes," One thing about Y/n was that she was very sweet, and she loved to help people, sometimes even if they were bad, she liked to see the good in people. "Uh no... I was actually going to ask you if you'd be my date to prom?" he said holding back a chuckle that she didn't hear.

She looked at him confused on why someone like him wanted to take someone like her out, but a cute guy was asking her out, that didn't happen every day, so she nodded, "Yeah sure, sounds nice!" she smiled, "Great!" he said a little too excitedly, "I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8," she nodded as he walked away and over to his friends.

"Well, that was unexpected," she muttered to herself.

DYLAN'S/COLE'S POV

I laughed to myself as I walked over to my friends dabbing up the guys, "Did it work?" Erin asked with a mischievous little smirk as she approached me, "Yeah, she totally fell for it," I laughed holding onto my backpack.

"She's so gullible," Ruby giggled placing her hand on my shoulder as we all laughed at our bet.

Cole then walked over, he didn't know the plan yet but he's my best friend, so I have to tell him so we can laugh about it now and in the future, "What's going on?" Cole asked approaching the group, keeping his distance from Erin since they're on a break again.

"You will not believe what they just bet me to do," I told him with a smile, Cole looked at us weirdly confused but told me to continue.

"You know Y/n Y/l/n, the nerd?" I asked him, "Well... yeah," Cole was hesitant to call her a nerd but that's what the jocks and cheerleaders referred to her as, so he nodded.

"Erin bet me $150 to ask her to be my date to prom tomorrow," I laughed, however Cole didn't laugh till a few seconds later, it was a fake laugh that no one had realized.

Deep down Cole felt bad for her as Dylan started to tell him their plan, it was horrible, they made fun of her all the time, behind her back of course, but they still didn't and once she found out the news, Cole knew she would be heartbroken.

After Dylan told Cole his plan, Cole finished school without a care as he thought about what he should do and how to tell Y/n what was going on, he didn't want to hurt her in any way but now they had this stupid plan and he felt horrible, he felt even more horrible for being the one to tell her.

NARRATOR'S POV

Cole wondered what she'd do, would she slap him? kick him? punch him in the face? yell at him?

But no, he was wrong, instead she tried to hide her tears.

Cole followed Y/n home without her knowing, he wanted to tell her as soon as possible and he took this as an opportunity to tell her. Once he arrived, he saw her walking to her front porch to go inside so he quickly followed after her, trying his best to run, "Wait up!" he told her rubbing his bad leg in the process.

"Oh, I'm sorry, do you need something? Ice? water?" she turned around and offered, feeling bad about making him run, she had heard about his bad leg and how it wasn't 100% like it used to be, so she asked him to come inside, they sat down at her dining table as he drank his water.

"Did you come for something specific?" she asked, "Ohh, do you need help with homework or something?" she questioned, but surprisingly he shook his head, this intrigued her, So, you're not here for homework, what can I help you with? do you need a tutor?" she guessed, "No actually I came here to talk to you," she nodded for him to continue.

"I don't know how to put this but, uh, Dylan's playing you," confusion took over expression, "What?" she asked in confusion, "What are you talking about?" Y/n was a pretty emotional person, and this really hurt her feelings.

She didn't know what else to say as Cole continued.

"He doesn't actually want to take you to prom, he's just playing you, so he can make fun of you later when he wins prom king," Cole told her trying to be gentle.

A tear slowly made its way down her face, "Thank you for letting me know," she sniffled, "Are you okay?" he asked her as he saw her eyes start to water up, "Y-yeah I'm fine," she lied standing up immediately not wanting him to see her cry, so she slowly back away from him.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, "It's okay, it's not your fault," she shrugged as if it didn't matter, "Doesn't matter anymore," she told him, "I'm not going," she shrugged as he slowly stood up.

He walked over to where you stood leaning against the island in the kitchen, he gently lifted his thumb and whipped the tear that fell from her eye, "Do you wanna go to prom with me?" he asked her nervously scratching the back of his head, "What?" she questioned him, genuinely confused.

She didn't want to fall for anymore tricks, but his tone was so sincere when he continued. "I-I don't have a date and you don't have a good one so... maybe?" she smiled up at him as his thumb still laid on her cheek, "I'd like that,"

"Tomorrow? 8 o'clock?" he suggested, she nodded in agreement and sent him a soft smile, she then saw him out, and when he left, she didn't know whether she should laugh or cry.

Of course I got played she thought, who'd ever want me?

A tear rolled down her cheek as she dropped down to the floor against the front door, she just knew it was too good to be true, and she was right, she hated that she was, but she was.

But she was also excited, she was going out with Cole Walter, the hot guy.

She always had a crush on him, no one knew, but she did and now she was going to prom with him?

This was exciting and nerve-wracking for her; she didn't want to mess it up and make him never want to talk to her again.

But she was happy that he even asked.

It was the most unbelievable and most exciting thing that had ever happened to her.

The next day Y/n got ready for prom, she didn't plan on going so she had to buy a last-minute dress, but it was perfect, she loved it, and she couldn't wait to wear it. She put on some light makeup, she was not one to wear makeup, not that she even needed to, as her mom curled and or straightened her hair, (whatever you prefer).

Once she was finished with her makeup and hair, she sat up and looked into her mirror. She loved it, she looked amazing, "What do you think?" her mom asked from where she stood behind her with her hands rested on her shoulders, "I love it, thank you mom,"

Y/n's mom squeezed her shoulder in comfort before pulling away and going over to the closet to grab the light blue dress that hung up on the hanger. "Finally," Y/n sighed, she had been waiting all day to put it on and it was finally time to do so, and she couldn't have been more excited.

She went to her bathroom and quickly changed into her dress. She came out the bathroom and did a little twirl showing her mom her beautiful blue dress.

"You look beautiful honey!" her mother exclaimed with a smile, "Thank you mom," she smiled back, her mother then checked the time and shooed her daughter out the house realizing that she'd be late.

Y/n rushed down the stairs and to the front door revealing Cole who was about to knock. He wore a blue suit (the one he wore to the wedding or whatever you want) he looked amazing, "Wow," she breathed out, "You look beautiful, Y/n," he complimented you as he tightly held onto a small clear box, a beautiful light blue corsage sitting inside.

"You don't look too bad yourself," such a cliche thing to say, but she said it anyways, "Thank you," he chuckled.

"This is for you," Cole said after a few seconds of the two gazing into each other's eyes, Y/n was definitely a big fan of eye contact and she absolutely melted whenever he gave you those eyes, "Thank you, Cole, it's beautiful,"

"Should we get going?" he questioned, just as she was about to respond Y/n's mom rushed out saying that she needed pictures, "Wait! I need pictures of you two first,"

"Mom!" Y/n harshly whispered in embarrassment, "What? you guys look adorable in your little dress and tux," Y/n's mom had the biggest smile on her face, "I'm so sorry Cole," Y/n apologized in embarrassment, "It's okay, I don't mind," Cole softly chuckled.

The two took thousands of pictures before finally leaving, mostly because the other Walter's and Garica's were in the car and Isaac was complaining.

The car ride was silent, it was a comfortable silence, there was small talk between Cole, Danny, and Y/n but other than that it was pretty much silent.

Once they arrived Isaac and Lee immediately ran inside, excited for some reason. Meanwhile everyone else waited for their date's, Alex was taking Kiley, Nathan was taking Skylar, and Danny had no one, sadly, but he wasn't the type to date. Meanwhile Isaac and Lee both had random dates, Isaac took a random cheerleader and Lee had taken his crush.

"You ready?" Cole asked, Y/n nodded, "Yeah," taking a deep breath as Cole interlocked his arm with yours. You two walked in with absolutely everyone staring at you, but you didn't care, you had Cole Walter, the most popular guy in school taking you to prom, and it seemed pretty genuine. It felt like he actually wanted to take you.

And little did you know, but he did.

You heard everyone whispering about how you were supposed to come with Dylan. "I guess everyone knew except me then," you muttered to Cole, "I'm sorry Y/n," you sent him a small smile and replied, "It's okay," with a slight shrug, "No it's not,"

"Well then it doesn't matter anymore, I'm here with you, not that asshole," Cole's facial expression changed from a sympathy look to shock, "Did you just curse?" he questioned, "I did," you nodded as you followed him around, "I... didn't know you cursed," his tone was fill with shock, "Neither did I," you muttered, kind of shocking yourself as well.

People continued to whisper and talk but you ignored them as you quietly talked to Cole, you guys talked until Dylan came over with Erin, Ruby, and a few guys on the football team following behind him, "Y/n... I thought we were going to prom together,"

"I already asked her," Cole butted in, "Then why did you say yes to me?" Dylan questioned with a nervous smile, he thought that you knew what was going on and you did but you and Cole decided it would a good idea if you guys didn't tell him yet, "I'm gonna go get us some drinks," you told Cole slowly backing away from the group.

Meanwhile Cole and Dylan talked in private, "Why did you bring her? We had a plan!" Dylan spoke in a scolding tone, Dylan was thinking that Cole told Y/n the plan, or that you had found out, so he decided to take matters into his own hands and continue the prank.

"No, no, you had a plan, a horrible plan really, and I took matters into my own hands because no one should ever be treated like that," Cole told him with a cold tone before patting his shoulder and walking over you.

"What happened?" you asked as Cole approached you, "Doesn't matter anymore," he shrugged while you handed him his drink, "Thanks," he smiled, you guys found a table and sat down, talking while you watched everyone dance and have fun.

Cole abruptly stood up and held his hand out for you to take, "Can I have this dance?" he asked with a cheeky smile, you chuckled at his words and actions, but nodded, "Yeah," you followed him onto the dance floor.

"I do have to warn you though, I do not know how to dance, like at all," you told him, "That's okay, I'll teach you," he assured you, "Well you can sure have fun trying," he then instructed you where to put your hands, you wrapped both your arms around his neck, "Can I?" he asked, you nodded giving him permission to place his hand on your waist.

You shivered at his touch; your spin tickled with joy. He instructed you on what to do with your feet and you eventually got the hang of it, you stepped on his feet a few times, apologizing every time, but after a few tries you got the hang of it and knew exactly what you were doing.

Y/n and Cole danced to the slow music as you quietly talked. You pulled away from leaning your head on Cole's shoulder and looked up at him, he was so close to you, closer than you guys had ever been, he then stopped what he was saying and looked down at you, you glanced up at his lips.

He slowly started leaning in, you wanted to pull away since you've never had your first kiss, but you knew you wanted it to be with Cole, you knew he would've never gone for you, but here he stood right in front of you slowly leaning in, you were scared but if that meant that it happened right now, you didn't care.

You leaned in as well but that was soon stopped when they started announcing prom king and queen. You abruptly pulled away and acted as if nothing happened, you were... embarrassed, you've never had your first kiss, and when you were about to, it got interrupted, but you knew you were to chicken to kiss him anyways.

"The prom queen is....," The teacher spoke trailing off for some suspense, "Erin Collins!" Erin squealed in excitement as she ran up to the stage receiving her crown, you slowly clapped unamused, you knew you would never win but you were annoyed that had won, of course she won, you thought.

"And the prom king is... Dylan (whatever his last name is idk)" Dylan looked shocked and high fived his friends before receiving his crown, Erin of course wanted to make a speech but as she stood at the podium a mystery slime poured down on the two causing your mouth to drop in shock, disgusted and laughter.

You quickly slapped your hand over your mouth to contain your laughter, but you couldn't hold it back anymore, you burst out laughing, this was the second-best thing that had happened today, the first was Cole asking you to be his prom date of course.

Erin cried and screamed in frustration and annoyance, and also embarrassment, "My dress!" she gasped in shock, she then ran off the stage with tears in her eyes with Dylan following behind her.

You looked around and saw Isaac and Lee laughing to themselves as they held onto the rope that led to a bucket that spilled out the mystery slime that looked like chocolate and nacho cheese, disgusting yet hilarious.

"They're going to get into so much trouble," you laughed to yourself as Cole stood next you, "Why would they do that?" you asked Cole as if he had the answer, but he surprisingly did, "They did it for you,"

"What?"

"They felt bad about Dylan being an ass, so we made a plan and that was it, they were gonna embarrass you, so we embarrassed them before they could embarrass you,"

"Seriously?" you asked him in shock.

"Yeah,"

"Thank you, Cole,"

"It's no problem, really. They deserved it, and no one should be treated like that, especially you." he told her with a sweet smile.

Your heart melted at his words, he was so sweet to you, he was like prince charming, sweet, caring, kind, handsome, charming, funny, loyal, what more could a girl want?

Prom was officially over meaning that it was time to go home, but Cole had other plans.

He dropped his siblings back home and he planned to take you home and he did, but he told you to pack some clothes, you were confused but you did it and told your mom that you'd be back before at least midnight, but she wanted you to have fun and told you to come back whenever you wanted but to text her from time to time.

"So... where are we going?" you asked once you got back into the car, "It's a surprise," he simply replied, "I don't like surprises," you told him, "Well, I think you'll like this one," he glanced over at you, sending you a smile, that you gladly sent back.

He glanced down at your hand, you were kind of nervous for this surprise, so you started fidgeting, but that all stopped when Cole reached for your hand, interlocking his with yours.

Once you guys arrived you saw that he had taken you to his and I quote "Secret spot," the waterhole. He helped you down the big, steep rocks and sat down as you guys watched the water flow.

"This is the surprise?" you questioned, "It's not much, but it's where I go when I need some time to myself" he explained, "I've never actually been here, I've heard of this place, but I've never actually seen it," you told him, "Well here we are,"

"Here we are,"

The two sat in silence until Cole asked if you wanted to go in the water, you told him no and said that you'd go in later, he nodded and started to take of his shirt revealing his abs, you couldn't help but stare, he was in great shape.

"It's rude to stare," he spoke.

"Sorry," you apologized slightly embarrassed, "No need to apologize,"

Right as he was about to get in, he asked one last time, "You coming in?"

"Fine, sure, I'm coming," you then followed him into the water. You had changed your clothes earlier when he took you home to get some clothes not wanting to sit in a big poofy dress for the rest of the night.

You walked into the cold water and swam over to Cole who was in the middle of just standing as the water moved, he helped you into the water, so you didn't slip, "Thanks," you said as you looked at the stars and the moon.

"Can I ask you something?" Cole asked, after a few moments of silence, "Yeah, of course," you nodded.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" he hesitantly questioned causing me to stand up from the water, "What?"

"I asked if you would be-,"

"I heard what you said," you interrupted, "Why are you asking it?"

"Because believe it or not Y/n, but I really, really like you," he admitted, "I like you too," you blurted out, "So, will you?" he asked, you nodded and decided to be bold and pull him into a kiss.

The kiss caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach. His lips moved in sync with yours as you guys continued to kiss.

And that was how prom went.

"You know if Dylan and Erin hadn't made that bet, we wouldn't have happened, " you announced, "Well then I'm really glad Dylan and Erin made that bet," he said, I knew he wasn't being serious because it was a horrible thing to do to someone, but I knew that he was happy about us and our kiss considering the smile on his face.

"Me too," you smiled before leaning back into him, his lips attaching to yours as you kissed in the bright moonlight.

Audrina Speaks!

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The Howling in Claw Creek Forest, Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven: Marked By The Wolf

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors – DNI

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Word Count: ~4.8K (ya waited extra-long; ya get an extra-long chapter)

Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.

Chapter Summary: It’s the night of the full moon. The plan? Invite Sy over to the cabin to keep an eye on him in case he shifts. WCGW?

Warnings: verbal fight, angst

A/N: Thank you for being patient with me, guys! And I see y’all reblogging the masterlist for the series. And I thank you so much for keeping this story alive! A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this. Cuz ya girl was struggling with this chapter for many moons.

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Over the next day or so, you get to know Jace. You’d learned his full first name, but “only ko’u makuahine calls me Jason”. Growing up in Hawaii shaped the man he is today, and he misses home a lot. But with Walter in his pack, and being Faye’s godfather, he’s made his own little family.

For a while, it seems like he may be flirting with you. But that quickly fades into something else. You’re only mildly upset when he refers to you as kaikuahine. Firstly, because you had no idea what it meant. Secondly, because when you found out it meant ‘sister’, you had to remind yourself that you have a perfectly great werewolf boyfriend of your own already.

‘Calm down, girl,’ you thought, thinking of your eager beaver.

Walter notices the way your demeanor changes and takes your hand, leading you upstairs. Your confusion only amuses Jace, who seems to know something you don’t. Once you make it into Walter’s bedroom, you are spun against the door. He attacks your neck, licking and nipping at the sensitive flesh until you tangle your fingers in his chestnut curls. Your mind reels, wondering what’s gotten into him.

And then it hits you.

He’s…jealous!

Oh, this is too good. That’s twice tonight that he’s been struck with jealousy. Earlier with Sy’s thirst trap and now with your flirtatious nature. You are beyond flattered, but you refuse to let this man get too far gone. With your hand in his hair, you tighten your fingers and pry him from your neck.

Once his face is in front of yours, you notice his wild eyes where black replaces blue. He looks ready to eat you, and as much as you would like that, you decide to try and calm the beast within.

“Walter, baby? I need you to calm down for a sec,” you beg, both hands tangling in his hair to soothe his soul, “Come on back to me, baby.”

Blinking once, then twice, his eyes finally focus on you, and the trance is gone. His giant paws rush to your face and then to the tender skin of your neck where his teeth were grazing. He winces when you grimace at the feel of his thumb on your sore flesh.

“Pup, I am so sorry. I don’t know what got into me. I was−”

“Jealous?” you supply, already knowing what this was.

“I can’t help it. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. It’s jealousy, sure. But it feels deeper than that. I felt the need to mark you as mine. You’re sort of a natural flirt, you know that?” he probes, a soft smile on his face.

“Well, I mean, I can see that. I guess I’ve never really thought about it. No one has ever brought it up,” you explain, looking back on all the times that men thought you were flirting with them but were just being nice.

“Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to make sure that Jace knew you were taken. He has an effect on women,” he expresses, “But it seems he only sees you as a sister, so I don’t have to worry about you two riding off into the sunset, now do I?”

“Wow, that was kinda bitchy. But also, incredibly hot that you thought I could be influenced by another big pretty werewolf,” you tease, leaning up on your tippy toes to place a kiss on the end of his nose before pushing back from the door so you could open it and leave.

“You think he’s pretty?” Walter shouts after you.

You laugh, swiftly jogging down the stairs to find an equally amused Jace sitting on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table, perfectly at home.

Trying to keep yourself from feeling embarrassed, you plop down next to him on the couch. While you are snuggling into his side, he chuckles and jokes that you should watch out for “the big, bad wolf”. Just as the words leave his mouth, Walter appears on the other side of you, having leapt over the couch. You’re officially squeezed in between the two large wolves, and you suddenly feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

Between the warmth radiating from both men, the way they commented on the Forged in Fire episode playing in the background, and the long day finally catching up with you, you had no choice but to fall asleep. You remember leaning your head against Jace’s beefy shoulder after he splayed both arms along the back of the couch. At some point during the night, you awake to find yourself sprawled across both of their laps. Your head is in Walter’s lap and your blanket-covered feet are shoved under Jace’s thigh.

The television screen asking if you’re still watching illuminates the faces of the snoring wolves at either side of you. Walter’s hand on your shoulder twitches as he feels you shifting. Shuffling your ankles, Jace sleepily readjusts to give you room before lowering his thigh back over your feet. All of this was done while they were asleep as if it was second nature to want to keep you safe and warm.

And you weren’t going to complain about being in a literal wolf pile. Instead, you snuggle into your blanket and let yourself drift off again.

When you awaken, the mid-morning sun is flooding through the windows. You’re still on the couch, but no longer surrounded by your wolf-shaped furnaces. Getting up from the couch, you wrap the blanket around your shoulders and go in search of coffee.

Shuffling into the kitchen, you brush past where Walter is plating some waffles. You make it to the coffee machine and pour yourself a cup, adding in your sugar and cream and stirring it until it hits that perfect shade. Taking that first sip is nirvana. As the temperature of the hot beverage slides down your throat, you are warmed from the inside out. Now, you can officially say you have woken up.

You turn around to lean against the counter and are surprised to see both wolves looking at you and smiling. “What?”

“Oh, nothing. Just we were trying to get your attention, but I see Walter was right about you loving java. You have your priorities straight, is all,” Jace winks at you before sipping his coffee.

Walter chuckles and shoves a plateful of waffles, bacon, and eggs to one of the empty seats and nods for you to eat. “Don’t worry, Pup. I think it’s cute that you need your morning fuel before intelligent social interaction.”

“Thanks, Wolfie,” you hum, leaning in to peck him on the cheek before sitting down to tuck into your plate.

“And the nicknames are elevating my sugar levels as we speak,” Jace teases, expertly catching the waffle that Walter throws his way.

“Look, Jace and I have an idea. We just need you to put the pieces in motion,” Walter begins, explaining the plan to you while you eat. You stayed mostly silent, letting him lay everything out.

Jace pops in here and there with a few tweaks when he sees you start to feel a bit overwhelmed, “If at any time you feel uncomfortable, don’t hesitate. We’re there in case anything happens.”

“I guess I have a call to make. Oh, and do you fellas think you can go grocery shopping? I need a few things if I wanna make sure I have enough to feed all of you,” you lament, factoring in that Sy used to eat you out of house and home on multiple occasions. Might as well have too much than too little. You give Wolfie and Jace your shopping list and head upstairs to shower and make a very important phone call.

Early evening rolls in and you are relishing the smell of your pot roast with vegetables simmering as it permeates the first floor of the house. Wolfie has been at your side for most of the afternoon and even now because you’ve been like a chicken with your head cut off, anxious nerves making you fuss over every little thing.

And he couldn’t blame you for being on high alert. He did ask you to invite over your ex-fiancé during a full moon, under the guise of getting together for a football game, so that he and Jace could find out if Sy is a werewolf. ‘A simple plan,’ said no one in this situation.

Olivia was invited over to help you set up and possibly help you with cooking. But alas, fair Olivia has found her Prince Charming in Jace. And just as Walter said, he does have an effect on women. You have to stop and giggle to yourself as she throws her head back in laughter and touches his arm, her signature move. Great, those two can swoon each other all night while you try and keep the peace between a wolf and a hard place.

The roast was not going to cook any faster with you standing over the crock pot, so you step away from the kitchen and join the others as they sit in the living room. Jace and Liv sit on the couch as Walter sits in one of the loungers. Just as you sit down to rest your bones in the other chair, you notice the guys exchanging a look.

You hear the rumble of Sy’s old pickup and your heart drops into your stomach. You shoot up from your seat and adjust your turtleneck dress that hugs your body like a glove before walking to the front door. You step outside as Sy is pulling into the driveway. Swallowing your apprehension, you walk across the lawn to meet him.

Smiling as he exits his truck, Sy wraps you up in a bear hug. When he lifts you off the ground, you squeak, and he just laughs before putting you back down. You get a whiff of him, and you feel an instant urge to bury your nose in his neck, or his perfectly trimmed beard. Fighting that urge, you playfully swat at Sy’s meaty, flannel-clad bicep and try not to stare at his veiny forearms.

The man always had great arms; you would have complimented him on them once upon a time. But that was a long time ago, and even though you wanted to devour him where he stood, you weren’t about to let him know that. His head was big enough without you adding your horniness to it.

He steps to the truck bed and reaches a hand in to pick up a case of your favorite beer. He seems pretty pleased with himself and not at all nervous about meeting your new boyfriend. You should’ve known better than to think he would miss the opportunity to annoy your current beau.

You lead him inside where he immediately sniffs the air and exclaims, “Oh, my God! Please tell me that is your pot roast.”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks and nervously reply, “Um, yeah. It’s probably just about done if you want some.”

“If I want some? Of course, it’s my favorite meal,” Sy earnestly comments, and you can’t help but bashfully thank him.

A throat is cleared, and Walter appears at your side, planting a nuzzling kiss on your neck as he snakes an arm around you, making you giggle.

“Walter, this is Sy. Sy, this is Walter, my boyfriend,” you introduce them, smiling to yourself as they offer a hand for a handshake and exchange pleasantries.

“Pleasure ta meetcha, Walter.” “Likewise, Sy.”

They were still shaking each other’s hands until you realized they were having a staring contest.

“Seriously?!” you gripe, equally mad at both of them, “You’re both grown men, right?” You push through their still-joined hands and go into the kitchen.

Olivia rises from the couch and admonishes them as well, “Good going, guys,” as she follows you into the kitchen.

“What?” they say in unison, looking at the only other man in the room. Jace shakes his head, looking between the two of them and taking a pull off his beer.

Walter walks into the kitchen, already apologizing as he approaches where you are sitting at the table. He takes your hand in his and holds it against his chest. It’s less what he says, and more of how he says it. He sounds genuine and he means every word. You peck him on the cheek, forgiving him. Olivia makes sure to tease you about how cute you two are.

Sy saunters in once Walter exits, placing the case of beer on the kitchen counter before opening it, removing two bottles, and handing one to you. Clinking the neck of his bottle against yours, he uncaps his and takes and takes a long pull. Taking a long look at you, he leans back and surveys your level of anger, trying to assess exactly how mad you are.

“Walter seems nice,” he starts in that fatherly tone that always gets a smile out of you.

You shake your head and laugh despite yourself wanting to be mad at him. “You know, he actually is very nice. Just give him a chance to surprise you before you hate his guts, ok? That’s all I ask.”

“Oh, is that all? Easy peasy lemon squeezy,” he grumbles, pouting for a second. “Look, I’ll be on my best behavior like Church on Sunday if I can get some of that pot roast.” He turns those blue topaz eyes on you, and you’re putty in his hands, suddenly wishing Liv wasn’t in the room to watch that little moment.

You rise from your seat, dishing out some of the roast and potatoes and carrots onto a plate for Sy, and place it in front of him. You light up when he closes his eyes at the first bite. His groan of satisfaction is more than enough to signal that you did a great job. But the pat he gives your knee is so warm and so intimate that your muscles instantly react to his touch, wishing it lingered for a second more.

“Liv, can Sy and I have a second to talk?” you plead, hoping that she would give you some space.

“Sure. I’ll just go back to fawning over Jace. He’s so pretty I wanna cry,” she professes, patting your shoulder as she exits the kitchen.

Your eyes follow Olivia as she leaves, and then they snap back to where Sy is sitting smiling at you. And you know this particular smile well.

“Sy, why are you smiling at me like that? You said you would be on your best behavior and that smile is not your best behavior,” you sigh, rolling your eyes, “I know that smile got me to do a lot of things back in the day.”

“A lot of fun things come to mind,” he murmurs, bringing his beer up to his lips to drain before rising to get another and lean on the counter, “But that is not why I’m here tonight. Don’t worry, I’m only here to make sure my favorite girl’s being taken care of. I will be a perfect gentleman, even to yer old man.”

Rising from your seat, you finally open your beer and stand next to him. Taking a sip, you bump his shoulder with yours. “One question I have for you. Why did you agree to come over? I mean, you could have hung up the phone or cursed me out when I asked you over to spend time with me. At my boyfriend’s cabin. In the woods. Just saying that now makes me wonder what was going through your head.”

“Not gonna lie, I loved seeing you the other day. Even though you weren’t exactly pleased to see me, you still told me to be careful out there in the woods. Look, I like having you in my life. If that means I have you as a friend, it’s much better than not having you at all,” he confesses, and your world shatters around you when you look up into his eyes and see his sincerity.

You open your mouth to speak but the words won’t take shape and you’re left looking for the answer in his face. The eyes you got lost in a million times before. The lips you kissed every chance you got. Standing this close, you can breathe each other’s breath. If you only stood on your tippy-toes and leaned in, you’d be right−

“Am I interrupting something?” Olivia’s voice snaps you back to reality and you put some space between you and Sy. She walks in between you two to grab another beer. She gives Sy a look before turning her attention to you, “Your boyfriend’s wondering where you are, bee-tee-dubs.” She throws out her arm, gesturing for you to lead the way back to the living room instead of finishing your conversation. You miss her giving Sy another pointed stare before following you out.

The night goes on as planned, at first. You all watch a college football game, Walter’s alma mater vs their rivals, who just happen to be Sy’s alma mater. You and Sy met after college, and he mentioned having played lacrosse, but he’s never shown interest in football. Until tonight, of course.

It’s been a long time since you and Sy spent time together, but you know his temperament. And he’s off. He doesn’t look like himself either, as if he’s covering up something. With the way that Walter and Jace keep sharing looks, you see he is on their radar as well.

Olivia and Jace occupy the two loungers, so you are sitting in between Walter and Sy on the couch. How lucky! You’re in the perfect spot to listen to Sy rooting loudly for his team and making snide comments all because he doesn’t wanna sit next to you and your new boyfriend.

Walter, on the other hand, is quiet for the most part but trembling with anger. He’s letting Sy get to him, and you can’t stand it anymore. You’re suddenly jealous of Olivia who fell asleep halfway into the game.

You unwrap yourself from around Walter and turn to Sy. “Kitchen. Now.”

He doesn’t answer and mutely follows you, taken aback when you turn on him once you’re both in the kitchen.

“What the hell are you doing? You are being such an ass. I’m trying to hold out an olive branch, but you are not meeting me in the middle, Sy,” you snap, feeling like you could spit fire.

“And why did you even invite me? To parade your new man all over me? I thought maybe we could try and be friends, but now I see all you wanna do is remind me that I wasn’t good enough for you,” Sy erupts, his voice booming and full of rage.

“That’s not fair,” you gasp.

“All’s fair in love, Bug,” he cautions, sweat starting to drip down his forehead, “Look, I’m gonna go before either of us says something we’ll regret.” He turns and storms out of the kitchen before you can step any closer to him, but you are on his tail when he steps out of the front door.

You reach him, putting your hand on his shoulder as you try to stop him. He turns back to you, his eyes closed in a pained expression. His skin is flushed as he rips open his flannel, making it easier for you to see his Adonis belt just above his jeans. The bite mark is nowhere to be seen, having already healed. When he starts to hyperventilate, you try to soothe him by calling his name. Fast as lightning, Walter appears between you and Sy.

“Sy, you have to try and stay calm. You aren’t making this easy on yourself. Let it happen,” Walter holds his hands out, showing he means no harm as he tries to step closer to Sy. Walter starts to shift after removing his sweater and jeans.

“Back off, man,” Sy warns, feeling like he could explode with the heat beneath his skin.

“You can do this, just open your eyes,” Walter replies, before his mouth becomes a snout and talking is impossible.

But when Sy finally opens his eyes, they start to glow. His neck twists at a freakish angle, the sounds of bones crunching has you terrified. Reddish-brown fur sprouts out of his skin as his hands stretch into clawed paws. His confused screams are horrifying. Jace’s booming voice is talking over his cries, talking him through the transformation.

Doubling over, Sy grunts in agony as he falls on all fours. Letting out a howl, his jeans fall away as he transforms for the first time. You scream, taking a step back when he sniffs the air and he takes one step toward you.

Sy paces back and forth in front of Walter, seeming to weigh his options. Walter’s wolf form stands an inch or two taller than Sy as he puts distance between you and the new wolf.

Just as the tension is insurmountable, a throat is cleared, and you all look to see Jace standing in the driveway. Nonchalant, but his eyes keenly take in the scene in front of him as he nods at Walter. Olivia is at Jace’s side, dumbfounded by what she is witnessing. When she notices that rumbling sound coming from Jace is him growling, she throws away fear in place of curiosity.

The two wolves are kicking dust up with their feet, squaring off until Jace steps a bit closer to back up his brother. Sy had a chance of maybe beating Walter. But a new wolf up against two bonded brother wolves? No way in hell.

You step in between the three of them. Holding out your hands, you plead with them not to fight. Walter’s nose nudges at your legs and he huffs in Sy’s face. Walter shifts back, picking up his jeans to put back on, and crossing his arms across his massive chest.

Walter and Jace move closer to Sy as he snarls at them until he sees you, clinging to Olivia. Tears fall from your eyes and something inside of Sy breaks. Looking to you, he can see the fear on your face and you wonder if that is what causes him to want to shift back into human form. The two brothers talk Sy down, telling him how to return to human form.

Once his bones have settled and the whining howls stop, Sy is in the fetal position on the lawn. Shivering, sweaty, and scared. His clothes are ruined, but you think you remember seeing a blanket in the truck bed earlier. You ask Olivia to get the blanket while you caress Sy’s face.

Once the blanket is around his middle, you accept help from Walter to lift him up. Sy uses his last ounce of energy to push Walter away.

Coming back to himself, Sy refocuses his anger on Walter. “This has nothing to do with you. Gonna need you to step aside,” Sy fumes, cranky from the changes he doesn’t understand he’s going through.

“That’s just not gonna happen. Maybe if you weren’t trying to move in on what’s mine, I’d be sorry for what I’ve done,” Walter seethes, “After all, I’m the one that bit you.”

You and Sy are both in a state of shock but for different reasons. Sy just found out werewolves are real, and your boyfriend just referred to you as “what’s his'.

“You did this to me?” Sy’s rage peaks.

“Hey, hey. Focus on my voice, come back. You don’t wanna do this,” you trail off as Sy calms down.

His irises are back to their brilliant blue and you can see recognition in them. He looks tired, but he is no worse for wear.

“Can we get outta here? Go someplace we can just…talk?” Sy insists.

You think for a second about how pissed you are at Walter for being extremely callous about turning Sy, not to mention talking about you as if you were a piece of property to be owned. You turn to look back at Walter before answering Sy.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you affirm, putting one of Sy’s arms around your neck to help him walk back to his truck.

You watch Jace stand in front of Walter to stop him from following after you. “Let her cool off, you did just kinda refer to her as ‘what’s mine’, and generally women don’t like that outside of the bedroom.”

Olivia steps over to Walter, putting a hand on his shoulder, her expression calm and collected. “He won’t hurt her. He cares too much about her to do that.”

You get into the driver’s seat after putting Sy in the passenger side, not allowing him to drive. You caution a glance at Walter, instantly regretting looking at his mournful face. Turning the car on, you back out of the driveway and drive out to Sy’s place.

As you drive there from muscle memory, you look over at Sy now and then. The streetlights of the town dash across his solemn face and bare chest as he sleeps. You almost don’t want to wake him when you make it to his house, he looks so peaceful and not like his life has been turned upside-down. You wake him with the back of your hand smoothing down his face. He grabs it, lost for a moment before he sees your face and where he is.

You help him get inside and suddenly feel exhausted as well. You loiter in the living room while he grabs a glass of water from the kitchen. You didn’t really plan how you were going to get back to Walter’s cabin tonight. And if you’re honest with yourself, you don’t want to go back tonight.

Sy comes back out, gulping down water from his glass while holding the blanket low around his middle.

“Is it okay if we wait to talk? I’m tired as hell. I’ll take the couch if that’s alright?” You ask, sitting down on the couch and starting to move the pillows.

“You’re not staying out here. You’re sleeping in the bedroom. I’ll take the couch. I’ll grab you something to sleep in,” he rattles on, moving to the bedroom as you stand from the couch and look at your feet.

Sy comes back out to the living room. He’s barefoot, shirtless, and in a pair of grey sweatpants. He just can’t help himself, you think.

“I left you a shirt and some shorts on the bed. Let me know if you need anything, alright?” he advises, using a hand on the small of your back to guide you to the bedroom.

You laugh when you see Sy left you his Mötley Crüe shirt. While putting on the shirt and the boxers, you look at the bed and you know that you don’t want to sleep alone. You don’t care that this will only further complicate your relationship, but you need to not be alone right now. Your bare feet pad across the wood floor as you go back out to the living room.

Sy hears you and picks his head up to look at you. “You alright, Bug?”

“I don’t wanna sleep alone. I know that’s probably−”

Sy was already up and ushering you back into the bedroom before you could finish your sentence. You pull back the covers so you both can climb in. You enter first and then he slides under the blanket next to you. He lays on his back, you on your side facing away from him. You wiggle your body backward until you come into contact with his warmth. You reach back for his arm and pull it around you.

“Is this okay?” you hesitate, suddenly afraid that you’re asking too much.

“Yeah. S’ok,” he whispers, his breath fanning across your neck. If he notices the shiver that goes down your spine, you’re grateful that he doesn’t mention it.

“Good night, Sy,” you murmur, yawning at the end of your sentence.

“G’night, Bug,” he breathes.

As you drift off to sleep, you think how different you imagined this day ending. You didn’t expect to be in your ex’s arms tonight instead of Walter’s. But you did expect to be in a werewolf’s embrace. Sy’s breath evens out behind you, the rising and falling of his chest against your back is enough to lull you into a peaceful slumber.

To be continued...

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I’ll Assist You || ceo!keys x assistant

Summary: After his mind is plagued by his sweet assistant, Keys is struggling to concentrate on his work. Surprisingly he finds that she’s ready assist him with his troubles, in any way.

Content warnings: oral (m & f receiving), p in v sex, dom!Keys, sub!assistant, use of sir, slight degradation, sex at work, spit play, light facefucking, male masturbation (i think that’s it?)

Word count: 4.9k

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“Now, where you see this graph? This is where the data displays engagement. We rose up on launch day - of course - and - and, uh -“ Keys stopped mid-sentence, looking at the young girl that had scrambled through the glass doors, a stack of coffees carefully balanced on one arm, and a notepad and laptop tucked under her other. She was often on time, but today was different.

While Keys couldn’t figure out what had held her back fifteen minutes of the team meeting, his mind was busy. Suddenly occupied with the smooth curves of her exposed shoulders and the slight peek of chest she didn’t usually show. Her face as soft and beautiful as ever was glowing, a summer hue on her cheeks as she handed out the coffees hurriedly.

“I’m so sorry, Mr Mckey, the lines at the coffee shop were horrific.” She explained sweetly, placing his coffee in front of him and settled with her laptop on the chair next to his. Key’s suddenly couldn’t find any words as he waved his hands in a ‘no worries’ gesture.

“So, uh, the dip - this um, this dip line here is where our blue shirt glitch happened, the uh -“ He stuttered as he watched his assistant chew on the end of her pen, her eyes bright as they looked up at him with deep engagement. He couldn’t hear anything, think about anything let alone take his eyes off her lips until he saw them moving.

“Sorry?” Keys spoke suddenly, startling her. Hushed whispers sounded through the conference room as concern grew for his behaviour.

“I said, are you feeling okay? You don’t seem well. I can send everyone out if you need space, sir.” She spoke kindly, quiet so as not to embarrass her boss. She was thoughtful, gentle with her tone as genuine worry flashed behind her eyes.

“Yeah, I, uh - yeah can you take over? Excuse me everybody.” Walter spoke lowly, nodding his head towards everyone in the conference room as his assistant nodded and stood. As he grabbed his coffee and his bag, her body slid past his slowly. He could almost feel her heartbeat against his chest as his eyes dropped to the line of cleavage in front of him. He felt like a teenage boy, stuffed to the brim with hormones as he looked back up at her face; her eyes had a twinkle to them he hadn’t seen before.

The whole interaction was less than 10 seconds, but it had replayed on his mind all afternoon, his jeans tighter than usual as his brain displayed the image of that silly little glint in her irises. He was thankful for his new desk, the thick mahogany concealing any arousal and any twitch of his aching cock trapped underneath it. Every time her sweet voice sounded through his office phone, reminding him of another meeting, he could feel his cheeks burning; his face warm and pink. What the fuck was happening to him?

He’d called in sick. The week off. He couldn’t take it, the summer heat burning such rays down on the office that his pretty assistant walked in a different dress every day. Slip dresses, floral sundresses, high waisted skirts and low cut tank tops. He couldn’t take the ache of having to tear his eyes away from her body, the constant drinking of water because his throat got dry every time she looked at him when he tried to present statistics to his team; he’d end up in the bathroom from not only over-hydration, but the dire need to palm at his cock in attempts to get it to calm the fuck down so he could work.

So he took time off, sitting on his couch at home and tugging desperately at his cock, watching videos of corny scenarios in which some unqualified guy bent his unsuspecting secretary over a flimsy desk. The first few times, he tried to find videos of women that looked nothing like her. Dollar Tree glasses on the bridge of their noses as they put on a painfully pitchy seductive voice and got on their knees waiting. It got him over the edge, spilling precariously over his fist and often times the coffee table in front of him.

But then came Sunday night. The night before he was due to go back into the office, and his heart kept palpitating at the thought of seeing her again. The thought of her eyes, the way they twinkled with something he couldn’t quite place had his imagination running wild. And so came the usual routine, scrolling through his phone for the perfect video to get off to. But something hit different, his heart beating a million miles an hour as a video popped up as a recommendation.

‘Innocent secretary cums hard on her boss’ desk’. Vanilla title but the thumbnail is what sent voltage to Walter’s cock. A pretty girl looking exactly like his assistant, bar the different coloured eyes and heavy glam makeup, laid back against a desk with her boss’ head between her legs and a pretty floral dress bunched up around her waist. He felt guilt creeping up his spine immediately for how quickly he freed his cock from his pants, the speed at which his thumb clicked the video but he couldn’t stop.

“Mhm, cum all over his tongue like that.” Keys mumbled lowly, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth as his fingers wrapped around his throbbing shaft, stroking so fast he almost couldn’t keep up with himself. After pottering around her boss for a good portion of the video, tending to his every need, the girl in the video was about to come, her hips squirming as her ‘boss’ looked up at her determined to make her a sopping mess. God, what he would give to do that to his naive assistant. Have her writhing against his tongue as he lapped up any drop of arousal she’d give him. He couldn’t even fathom an inch of guilt now, too close to exploding all over his stomach at thought of the taboo relationship he’d formed in his head.

He slept peacefully, until his alarm woke him up at 7, reminding him of who he had to face and the events the night before. Sitting up and unlocking his phone, he closed all his internet tabs and erased his history; taking a cold shower to clear his mind and his conscience. He headed into the office, feeling confident about his day back.

That was until she walked in. White and blue floral dress. Just like the girl in the video. His eyes almost popped out of his head, as his laptop slipped from his hands and clattered to the floor. Her head turned towards the sound, eyes widening as she ran over to help him, dropping to her knees in front of him.

“Are you okay, sir?” She asked breathlessly, as she checked his laptop was okay before passing it up to him. Her eyes bright as usual as she didn’t move from the floor. Walter could barely move, his head too busy with a mixture of attempted professionalism, forming words and the pornographic moans of the girl from the video as he looked down at his assistant. He just nodded as he grabbed his laptop and headed into his office, trying hopelessly to blink away this new image of her. She followed him into his office, concern crossing her face.

“Thank you, that’ll be all, really I’m fine. Can you check what presen-“

“Mr Mckey, what is going on? Have I upset you in some way?” Her voice was gentle as always, as she stood in front of his desk, ignoring his heavy sighs and his face buried in his hands. He couldn’t outright tell her that his presentations had been failing, his mind had been racing, his cock had been fucking leaking at the sheer sight of her walking through the office. She’d go straight to HR. But he wished he could say it. Wished he could tell her how much he wanted to bury his tongue -

“Please, sir. I want to help you. Let me help you.” She spoke again. He’d heard that line somewhere before. The tone, his assistant had perfectly matched the whine. The porn video. No, that would be ridiculous. Unless she was crouched behind his couch last night, she’d have no idea. He dropped his hands away from his face, looking up at her confused.

“What did you say?” Walter spoke, wanting her to repeat herself in case his aroused mind had made it up. But he had it confirmed.

She slunk around his desk, sitting on the edge of it with the same concerned yet kind look on her face. Her eyes boring into his with that glint, yet gentleness that he couldn’t stop thinking about. What was happening? Had he not woken up yet?

“I said, please let me help you. Sir.” She whispered, her hand coming to rest on top of his against the desk. Walter shot up, standing in front of her as he shoved his hands into his pockets; distancing the contact between them.

“Were you in my house last night?” Walter accused, his tone a little angry as he became paranoid. His assistants face changed into surprise, shock across it as she shook her head defensively. Walter’s softened as he regretted the tone he used with her.

“I - I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to - fuck - I’m really sorry -“ He apologised, though stopped in his tracks as her expression changed suddenly.

“Mr McKey, I did something bad. I should be saying sorry.” She mumbled softly, her eyebrows frowned with regret but her lips curled up at both ends. Walter was confused, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose as they fell with the furrowing of his eyebrows.

“What - what is going on? What did you do?” He stuttered out, trying not to focus on the way her legs were slightly spread on his desk.

“I…got worried about you. You were off. Acting weird. Especially in meetings and stats presentations and then you slumped off for a week - no communication and -“ She rambled nervously, waving her hands as she spoke. Walter was growing more and more anxious, slamming a hand down on his desk. She flinched ever so lightly but it was met with a tiny smirk.

“What did you do? Tell me now.” Walter spoke with a harsher tone, not meaning to be intimidating but was quickly getting tired of the dragged out responses he was getting.

“I want to be the girl in the video, Mr McKey.”

Walter felt like he was about to pass out, the room spinning slightly as his heart started to pick up again. There was no way this was real. He was still dreaming, the post-orgasm sleep hitting him differently.

“I don’t - I have literally - just no idea what you’re talking about.” Walter scoffed, running his hands through his hair. His eyes darted over to the window of his office, looking out to see if anyone could somehow see into his mind.

His assistant stood up, fiddling with the tie at the chest of her dress, smiling unfazed by Keys’ clear distress. This silly pining and feigned ignorance wouldn’t go on anymore. Walking towards the door, she ignored his questioning of her actions as she locked it, rolling the blinds down. The other members of staff would just suspect they had a meeting, nothing more. As she turned back around, leaning back against the door, she wondered if this was the right thing to do; her body essentially throbbing with the carnal need she’d developed since the day Walter had hired her.

“I wanted this job because I was underestimated everywhere else. Not only that but the way you stood up to Antwan Hovachelik? Dude was an asshole. You deserve to be here, to be owner of your creation. I admire you, so much. So when you got all weird and seemed unwell, I wanted to check in on you.” She spoke, walking slowly towards Keys’ desk again. He cleared his throat as it began to dry as it instinctively did whenever she looked or spoke to him. Her demeanour had changed slightly, a confidence in her walk that wasn’t there before.

“You - yeah - thank you. I, uh, I took time off to clear my head, that’s all.” Walter muttered, his eyes looking around the room; anywhere but at the sultry gaze she was throwing towards him. He couldn’t believe the way he was caving, he was stuttering, nervous by her.

“I know what’s going on.”

“Do you?” Keys chuckled with a scoff, believing he still had the high ground here.

“You watched porn with a video of a girl who looked similarly like me. I’m guessing it made you come, seeing her submit to her boss like that.” His assistant spoke boldly and bluntly, but with a sickeningly innocent tone to her voice as he almost choked on his own tongue.

“And how the fuck would you know something like that? You’re being - this is highly unprofessional.” Keys spluttered, taking off his glasses and throwing them on his desk.

“Because I hacked into your phone. Before I explain why, I want to apologise first and foremost for in the invasion of privacy. I was truly worried. I was going to see if you’d emailed anyone and explained why you were off, what was going on. But then it flashed up on my screen. Like a screen sharing app if you will.”

Keys’ mouth opened and closed with no sound coming out, his knees feeling heavy as he sat down in his office chair. He was filled with guilt, anxiety, shame but most of all, his cock was aching more than ever.

“It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to deduce what was happening then. Seeing her look like me, wearing clothes similar to how I dress? Bar the fact my eyeballs would fall out if I put that much makeup on them, it was a little too familiar right? Getting fucked by her boss? The taboo, the risk of it all?” She kept going, slowly making her way around the desk again and sitting back in the spot right next to his chair.

Keys sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair and looking up at her finally. He knew now, that this wasn’t a one-way street. It wasn’t as perverted as he thought, because she wanted it too. He could tell by the way the glint returned to her irises as they fell upon the strained outline of his cock in his jeans.

“Aren’t you clever? Such a smart girl after all.” Keys muttered, folding his hands over his lap. “Invading my privacy is worthy of a call to my lawyer.”

Her eyes looked away from his groin for just a moment, fear flashing through them.

“Your concern means a lot however.”

“I really just wanted to- to make sure you were okay, to check in. I didn’t think I’d confirm my own fantasies, nor did I think you’d share the same ones.” She stuttered, and Keys rose an eyebrow and smirked before standing up, between her legs this time; his knee nudging one of hers open slightly.

“No. You just thought you could walk around with your pretty dresses, and your little tank tops, and these stupid fucking eyes and think I’m not going to want you? Then you hack into my personal life and think you’re gonna get off scot-free?” Keys spoke firmer this time, a hint of anger in his voice but it was a facade for the hot arousal coursing through his veins. She was looking up at him with the same innocent look she always did.

“What’re you going to do about it, sir?” She whispered back, hop-skip and jumping over the work boundary they were supposed to have. Walter’s eyes flitted over her face, to her lips, the curve of her cheeks and back to her eyes again before he finally gave in.

Smashing his lips against hers, it was messy. Almost painful the way their mouths rolled against one another, carnal need for each other finally being released. His hands travelled up her sides, one tangling in her hair as he held her mouth to his, the other finding the hem of her dress and bunching it up in his fist.

“Please.” The angelic tone of her voice rang through his ears, echoing and swimming through his bloodstream straight to the head of his cock.

“Just once. This one time and we forget it happened.” She carried on, begging with her eyes as her hands found his belt buckle; unfastening it and pulling the zipper apart wantonly.

Keys nodded, his hand tugging at her hair so her head tilted back. His lips sucked at her neck, careful in marking so the entire office didn’t know he’d fucked his assistant. He let her fumble with the hem of his underwear, while his hands got busy hiking her dress up around her waist. He’d dreamed of this, watched porn of this. And now here she was, with her legs spread against his mahogany and her fingers - oh - her fingers wrapping around his cock.

“I want to be that girl, Mr McKey. Want you to make me yours, even if it’s just this once okay?” She whispered softly and sweetly, her tone mimicking the one that had made him come hard maybe a mere 12 hours before. She stroked him slowly, her thumb swiping over his slit and spreading the copious amounts of pre-come he’d produced at the sight of her.

“You want me to take you on this desk? You liked that video too, didn’t you?” Keys spoke with a hint of condescension, his hips bucking slightly into her touch. He watched as she bit her lip and nodded, bringing her other hand to his cock and using both to stroke him.

“Mhm. Odds are we came at the same time.” She spoke softly, smiling sweetly up at him. Keys almost came there and then, his mind pulsating with the thought of her touching herself to the same video, at the same time.

“Tell me. Tell me what made you come. Was it his tongue? Was it the way he held her head as he fucked her throat? What was it?” Keys mumbled desperately, his hands sliding along the insides of her thighs, pushing them apart as a string of her own arousal stuck between them. He moaned aloud, letting two fingers gather the stickiness along the cotton gusset of her panties.

“Yeah - how - he - fuck, sir, please -“

“Tell me and I’ll make you come just as hard. Use your words.” Keys spoke again, looking up into her eyes this time as he awaited her answer, joining his two fingertips in the side of her panties and pulling them against her thigh. His mouth watered at the sight of her wet cunt, glistening on his desk like a fresh meal.

“How he held her face, you know - made her look at him? When she was coming? And then - fuck -“ Keys slid his fingers inside her, her wetness allowing him in with ease as she moaned sweetly; her eyes fluttering shut as her grip on his cock tightened and stilled for a moment.

“And then what?” Keys continued taunting her, copying her hands and stilling his fingers inside her; though his fingertips were angled upwards against the spongy spot that had her chest falling and rising faster.

“And then he spat.”

“All her mess right back into her mouth. Put her in her place, didn’t he?” Keys whispered, his spare hand leaving her hair and gripping her jaw softly. She nodded up at him, finally clicking into the dynamic Keys had manifested subconsciously. He’d never thought he’d be capable of controlling somebody’s arousal like this, but she was so needy, so pliable. Assisting him, like she’d been hired to do.

“Can I make you come?” Keys asked politely, though there was a slight growl in his voice, the desperation to feel her squeeze down around his fingers almost painful.

“Yes. Please.” She groaned, bucking her hips down onto his fingers. He smiled against her lips, grinding his fingers back into her with a deepening intensity, his other hand keeping a tight grip on her jaw. He wanted to watch her climb that peak, dance on the edge of pleasure. Her sounds were heavenly, but already her pleasured expression was more beautiful than he could ever have imagined.

“I’m close, sir. You’re making me so close.” She whimpered, her hands finally letting go of his cock as she braced herself on the edge of his desk with one and pulled his face closer to hers again with the other. He kissed her messily before pulling his fingers out of her; chuckling lightly at her whine.

Tutting at her teasingly, he pushed her shoulders back so she fell onto her elbows, her eyes widening as she realised what was happening.

“Remind me. Who works for who?” Keys spoke softly, tucking his heel into the leg of his office chair and dragging it closer so he could sit. He pressed kisses to her knees as he pulled them upwards, her heels kicked off as she balanced her feet on the arms of his chair.

“I work for you, sir. I’m yours.” She moaned innocently, eyes threatening to roll back as he pulled her hips closer to the edge of the desk, pulling her panties off entirely and diving straight back into her cunt like a man starved. He didn’t let up, not until she was squirming and writhing on his desk like the girl in the video they’d both watched.

“Mhm. And you’re gonna listen to me and come when I tell you to?” Keys mumbled against her clit, sucking it into his mouth as he looked up at her and waited for the answer. Her eyes squeezed shut now as she tried to pinch off the impending orgasm that was waiting, pulsating inside her. Her boss was eating her pussy on his office desk, quoting the exact video that had got them both off before. She could barely hold it off as she replied.

“Yes sir, I promise I’ll be good. Anything to make you fucking happy ohmygod -“ She rambled messily, as his fingers found their way back inside her; pumping rhythmically at the same time as his tongue against her clit. She wasn’t entirely sure of the promise she’d made, only that she wanted to impress him just as much as she wanted to come on his tongue.

“You can come. Can tell you’re being good already, squeezing my fingers so tight they could break. Make it messy, okay?” Keys moaned, his eyes closing in pleasure as one of her hands came to grip the hair at the front of his head, pulling him in closer somehow.

He was entirely entranced with the taste of her, sweet bitterness on his tongue as he waited for her to tipple over that edge. Her breathing was getting faster, her walls clenching sporadically around his fingers.

“Tell me. Tell me when you’re coming.” Keys mumbled against her skin, tongue rolling over her clit as he sucked it in between his lips again.

“I’m coming sir please, please don’t stop -“ Her whines were making his cock jump up against his stomach as he put everything into pulling her through the waves of ecstasy. Her spasms around his fingers could be felt on his chin as his eyes rolled back into his head, not letting up until she fell back fully on his desk; her calves coming to rest down on his shoulders.

When he finally had the willpower to pull away, leaving gentle kisses to the creases of her hips and thighs, he stood up. His knees felt weak, power and arousal weighing him down as he planted his palms on the desk either side of her.

“You need to be way quieter, you understand me? Whining and whimpering like that? Do you want to get caught with your dress up around your waist?” Keys taunted, dominance rushing through his veins. He was shocked at himself, but the way she responded so eagerly to him pushed the doubt to the side.

“No, sir. I’ll be quiet, I promise.” She whispered, reaching for his cock and holding the head of it against her clit. Keys’ hips stuttered for a moment at the contact, her warmth coating him for a second as he became impatient and pushed inside her. He gripped her jaw again, making her look into his eyes as he watched her feel the stretch. She pulled him in so easily, but she was so compressed around him. So much so, he felt like he couldn’t breathe, but would he stop? Never.

“Sir?” She spoke softly, her jaw opening as he rocked into her carefully. He hummed in response, looking down at how his cock disappeared inside her, before pulling out and moaning at the glisten covering his shaft.

“Can you -“ She whispered shyly, as he looked up at her. She was holding her tongue out, just like the girl in the video. He knew what she wanted. He leaned over her with a smile, their eyes glinting towards each other as he spat directly into her mouth. He felt his cock throbbing inside her as she swallowed him down before kissing him hungrily.

“Can’t fucking take this anymore. You’re too pretty.” Keys rambled, his hand settling on her lower back as he rutted into her quickly. She bit down on her lip, eyelids locked shut tight as she tried to hold back the moans firing from her throat. Her hands fisted at his shirt as he pounded into her with a ferocity he didn’t even know he had in him.

“You’re gonna make me come. You feel too good - I can’t -“ Keys let the dynamic shift as she blinked her eyes open, smirking at him. The way he yearned for her with his body, the way he couldn’t control himself anymore sent a power surge up her spine.

She pushed him away, jumping off the desk and kneeling before him before he had any time to complain about the lack of constriction around his cock. He scoffed in disbelief, fingers immediately tangling in her hair and pulling her mouth onto his length messily.

“Can’t believe this. You on your knees, mouth stuffed full of me. God, you’d do anything for me wouldn’t you?” Keys rambled as he thrust his cock into her throat over and over. She nodded as best she could, sweet little whimpers sounding around his shaft as she let her throat go lax to allow him the speed and depth he needed.

It wasn’t long before his balls were drawing up, threatening to spill into her throat. One look down at her teary eyes, her pretty dress crumpled and her lips tucked around him and he was gone.

Fingers matted into her hair as he held her down on him, cum spilling in pools at the base of her tongue as he tried to groan quietly.

She pulled off after a moment, taking the time to not only swallow his spend, but look up at him with the most sated look Keys had ever seen. She smiled, getting up and fixing her dress before seating herself on the edge of his desk again. Walter stood shocked with his softening cock still out of his pants, running a hand through his own hair as he caught his breath.

“You’re…that was…insanity.” He breathed heavily, tucking himself away and sinking into his office chair. He felt exhausted, but in the best way; eyes looking from her ankles all the way up to her eyes as she seemed not just content but back to her usual self.

“Is there anything else I can do to help you?” She said smoothly, her sweet smile now tainted by Keys’ image of her with his cock between his lips.

“No, you uh, I don’t need anything else.” Keys said almost coldly, trying to process what had just happened and whether or not they should have done it. She nudged his calf with her foot, getting him to look up at her as she smiled.

“Nothing happened, remember? One-off. We both feel better now.” His assistant spoke kindly, leaning her feet down to slide into her heels again as she stood and fixed herself one last time. Picking up some stats sheets that had been pushed to the floor, she corrected them into a pile on Keys’ desk, moving and opening his laptop and putting it in front of him while he just watched with widened eyes at the shift in the room.

“Yeah. Really got it out of our systems-“ Keys was interrupted by a harsh knock at his office door, his heart palpitating at the thought of it being someone that found out about their lustful interaction.

“Oh! That’ll be your 11 o’clock. He’s here about your deputy position.” She spoke softly, pulling up his blinds and unlocking the door.

Walter fell back into his own usual self, clearing his throat and putting his glasses back on, tucking his shirt back into his jeans and trying to shake the last 30 minutes out of his head.

“Thank you.” He said gently, double meaning as he smiled back at her before letting her welcome in the interviewee. As she walked over to the coffee machine opposite his office, he sighed. That hadn’t helped at all. He definitely couldn’t stop thinking about her now.

#Spotify #joe keery #joe keery characters #walter mckey smut #walter keys mckey #keys smut #free guy #ceo!walter #free guy smut

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elle-greenaways-wife · 23 days ago

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YELLOWJACKETS SEASON 3 EPISODE 10 THOUGHTS (FINALE) (SPOILERS) (WHAT THE FUCK)

guys i'm scared

HANNAH GOING FULL YJ WITH THE CROSSBOW HOLY

nat crashing out at misty ofc

oh jesus thats kodi

lottie ml

THE DREAM SEQUENCES OMG

wait LOTTIE AND LOTTIE oh honey i need to hug her

the staircase dream❗❗

oh my god tai honey

TEARS IN MY EYES

NOT THE FLASHBACKS I AM CRYING

OH SHE ATE THAT

HIYA CALLIEEEE

oh why is misty there

OH WHAT

FYM 'BEFORE YOU KILLED HER'

OH MY GOD IT WAS CALLIE? i take back the walter theory guys im so sorry

petition for cllie to go shauna-level insane next season

OH SHIT SHE PUSHED HER

o hey jeff

HE KNOWS

i don't even know how to feel about this

oh akilah honey no NOT THE ANIMALS

wait shauna's hair is so prettyyyyyy

YOWZA it's hunt time ladies

i fear for all the brunette characters rn

evil lesbians omg

OH THEY LEFT

honestly go them

eerie lottie my fave genre

CARD TIME

'i trust whatever It wills' ooooooh scary

MARI NO MARI NO WHAT NK MAURI WHT ATGEVDUCK

WHAT THE FUCK DO THEY MEAN MARI

lottie's smile as she counts oh im sick

'MY FAVORITE THOUGHTS ARE JACKIE'S'??? OH I'M SICKKKKK

shauna at mistys house oop

'the shock of you taking responsibility for your actions just might give me a stroke' oh and she ate with that

'YOU WERE BUSY EATING YOUR EX-GIRLFRIENDS ARM'

RUN MARI PLEASE RUN

NO MARI

THATS THE DRESS

IT CAN'T BE HER

the box!

hannah knows ab the phone oh

i don't believe her if i'm being real. i don't think she wants to get out of there

lottie ml

O SHE DID IT MY POOR BABY AKILAH

akilah don't try it, lottie is jesus now

RUN MARI RUN

fuck shauna found the footprints

'mari's my friend' AHAHGHEJJDHDJAKWKWJWHDFJ

MARI RUN

o shit go melissa

LOTTIE FOUND HER

lottie can so see the future

taking a break

had to go cry at my dad i'm back now (this is devastating mari was my second favorite and now i will never recover)

GO MELISSA

why couldn't you have killed her

SHE TWITCHED

crying again seeing her in the pit is horrendous

now who is tai talking to

oh it's misty

really thought they were gonna reveal another survivor at this stage of the show i am delusional

GET OUT OF HERE WALTER I STILL DON'T LIKE YOU

oh van sweetie

the close up of her face was not needed that is too personal to me

the switches between s1 and s3 are insane

whatever happens to shauna is deserved and i can't lie about that

THE NOTE WAS UNDER THE FRIDGE THE WHOLE TIME

the robes of the antler queen

IT'S MARI'S HAIR I AM SO SICK

oh 2021 shauna will go crazy next season

THEY SWITCHED CLOTHES WHERE IS NAT

MISTY'S SMIRK

oh yes nat, run free queen

OH MY GOD IT HAS SIGNAL

'I CAN HEAR YOU'

FULL CIRCLE IS CORRECT HOLOY SHIT

well this has been... fun. lots of thoughts. see you all next season!

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sflow-er · 4 months ago

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Fandom New Year's resolutions...

I found myself thinking quite a lot about this fandom and my place in it over the holidays. It was already on my mind due to Faves Fest, and the hate anon I got on Christmas Eve and the general discussion on the confessions blog on whether shipping Wille/Felice was "allowed" made sure it remained there.

I've summarised some of my thoughts as resolutions concerning my presence in the fandom in 2025.

Keep writing and posting my "diabolical" and "deranged" thoughts here when I feel like it, and especially "dying on the hill of Henry and Walter's entirely made up relationship" on ao3. Sorry not sorry, anon. That's the corner of the YR sandbox that I have enjoyed playing in since August 2021, and I will keep playing until l run out of things to say or stories to write. .

Keep reblogging my friends' posts and posts by others interested in the non-Wilmon aspects of the show (when I come across them). Including gifsets etc! I'm not naturally great at paying attention to those because I'm more of a text post person, but they still deserve to be seen by as many people as possible. .

Spend less time scrolling tumblr as a whole. It takes far too much energy and headache-free time away from fic writing and keeping up with my friends. .

Make a safe and comfortable space for my more personal posts. Frankly, the haters scrolling my blog feels similar to that one time when someone broke into our basement storage and tried on some of my old jackets, leaving them in a bundle on the floor with the sleeves turned inside out. I washed them, but they all went to goodwill because I didn't feel comfortable wearing them anymore. In the same spirit, I've taken all personal posts except my intro off this blog and reblogged them to a new one that is currently set to private. When it's ready, I will make a separate post asking if anyone wants to follow me there. .

No longer allow anons. I have wanted to keep them on in the past to provide a forum for thoughts that people might be too shy to express on their own blog, such as the Stedrika debate a while back and some past anons about August's ED and accountability, but I'm done risking hate for it. If you want to discuss something with me, you are always welcome to do so in your own name. Whether in agreement or mutually respectful disagreement! .

Radically accept the state of the fandom at large: interest in our corner of the sandbox is what it is. My friend and I had made some plans to liven things up, but after recent events, I'm backing out. I don't want to spend my remaining time in the fandom feeling demoralised; I want to focus on what I enjoy. At the risk of sounding like an obnoxious brag, I can look back on my past contributions to the non-Wilmon corner with pride. Countless people have told me it was my longfic that got them interested and invested in Henry as a character, and it also started the Walty ship that has since become a fandom staple! (Receipts: my fic was the first one from Henry's POV, I added the Henry/Walter tag on ao3, and my readers coined the ship name. The fic was quite popular in its heyday, with 700 to 1,200 reads per chapter. It's still the fourth-most commented fic in the fandom, the most kudo'ed fic with a non-Wilmon focus [although Wilmon do feature prominently as side characters], and the 116th most kudo'ed out of the total 5,880 YR fics on ao3.) But the time for that has been over for a while now. Interest in non-Wilmon aspects and characters, which was always remarkably low, has waned as the people in the fandom have changed and new seasons have been added to the canon. Which is perfectly fine; everyone enjoys the show in their own way! Live and let live. Except... Even that seems to be a controversial opinion nowadays. The sad fact is that weirdly puritanical, fundamentalist sentiment has gained more and more ground in this fandom as time has gone by. There are people who feel the need to police others' shipping, opinions, and interpretations of canon. People who see all characters who either stand in Wilmon's way or represent the establishment that Wille is meant to break free from as rotten and unworthy of further exploration, and by extension, the fans who still want to explore them as morally dubious. People who see themselves as righteous warriors and anonymous hate mail to their "fandom adversaries" as a force for good. I never thought back when I was posting my longfic that I would one day be sent hate on Christmas Eve for making an analysis post about Henry and Simon's dynamic for an event that was meant to be about celebrating your fandom faves. Or that I would dread to publish said hate anon, because I was afraid people would either agree with it or more likely ignore it. But here we are. To reiterate, I'm not going anywhere. I'm just going to focus on enjoying my corner rather than trying to wave people over. .

Thanks for reading!

#young royals #yr fandom #fandom new year's resolutions #anon hate

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 1 year ago

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Make Me Feel Alive Episode 2

Gilbert von Obsidian's Birthday Story

This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game. Expect grammatical errors.

Several decades ago, a series of unfortunate events occurred in Obsidian, involving the deaths of members of the royal family and powerful nobles.

It all began with the assassination of the crown prince, followed by incidents such as accidental falls, carriage accidents, bloodshed due to tangled love affairs, and executions.

The unfortunate events continued as if someone were orchestrating them behind the scenes, and those who had been enjoying the power desperately tried to gain favor with the surviving influential figures.

The one who caught the attention of several people was a young prince who was still a child back then.

Despite the repeated deaths within the royal family, the one-eyed boy walked through the castle with a smile.

With just a few words, he demonstrated wisdom beyond his years, and it didn't take long for people to see in him the qualities fit for a king.

The one-eyed boy would eventually become the emperor.

The rumors spread like wildfire, and people did their best to gain his favor.

Gilbert: "It was fun back then. People who never paid me any attention suddenly bowed their heads, and the grown-ups kneeled before me."

Gilbert: "I wish I could've shown you how embarrassing that scene was."

(His childhood stories are always lonely.)

Gilbert: "Ahaha! Stop making that face. We haven't even gotten to the main part yet."

Emma: "Is this even related to your birthday?"

Gilbert: "Yeah. Think about it. If you were trying to win me over, what would you do first?"

Emma: "I'd bake lots of sweets."

Walter: "Please, stop with the carbs."

Emma: "S-Sorry."

Gilbert: "Shut up if you don't want to die, Walter."

Walter: "It's my job to watch over your health."

Gilbert: "Noisy outsiders aside, your idea is correct. You're going to give me something that I would enjoy, right?"

Gilbert: "But a gift, by its nature, cannot be given without a reason. That's why many people focus on一"

Emma: "Your birthday?"

Gilbert: "Yup. At that time, people saw me as a child. And what do children love? Presents."

Gilbert: "One certain year, a useless noble threw a birthday party for me."

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Noble: "Happy birthday, Prince Gilbert."

Noble: "I sincerely offer my congratulations to you, Your Highness. This gemstone is a gift from our family."

Gilbert: "Fufu, thank you. But I don't need that kind of thing."

Noble: "Prince Gilbert?"

Gilbert: "I'm tired and sleepy, so I'm heading back. Goodnight."

Noble: "P-Please wait!"

Gilbert: "Ahaha! Don't worry. I have plans to meet with you tomorrow."

Noble: "Plans?"

Gilbert: "Yes. Well then, let's meet again at the execution ground."

Noble: "What!?"

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Gilbert: "The next day, I killed him."

Emma: "What?"

Gilbert: "I just tried to make an example out of the guy."

I was so shocked that my mind went blank.

Roderich: "He was executed for human trafficking and illegal drug possession."

Roderich: "He was an underground merchant who trained unidentified orphans with drugs and illegally traded them. Prince Gilbert had been一"

Gilbert: "Hey, did I ever say you could open your mouth?"

Under his murderous gaze, Roderich fell silent.

Gilbert: "Anyway, I killed him."

Gilbert: "How did the people react? Of course, they thought that celebrating my birthday had upset me."

Gilbert: "After that year, there weren't any more daredevils."

Gilbert: "I was able to eliminate those who celebrated my birthday. All's well that ends well."

Emma: "Why did you hate being celebrated that much?"

(His birthday is taboo for the Obsidian people.)

(But celebrating itself shouldn't be a bad thing.)

Gilbert: "I wonder why?"

Seemingly reluctant to delve into the matter, Gilbert hid his words behind a smile.

Even when I looked at Roderich and Walter, they just shook their heads.

(Maybe no one really knows the reason.)

Gilbert: "Now then, little rabbit. As you said, my birthday is approaching soon."

He suddenly stood in front of me, gently placing his hands on my neck and squeezing it lightly.

Gilbert: "Will you also celebrate my birthday at the risk of your life?"

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emeraldserenade · 1 month ago

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Could I request a ficlet about reader having trauma and stress after Joaquin’s accident and she tries to hide it from him because he’s recovering? Its a little heavier of a topic so I’m sorry if you’re not wanting to go there ❤️

Fears ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: you're fears of Joaquín getting hurt get revealed one night when he finds you sobbing in the bathroom.

tw: fem!reader, limited use of y/n, cabnw spoliers, reader has hair long enough to be in a ponytail and braided, barely edited

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Hey, so I loved this and I changed a little bit of what I originally wrote because this version made me cry less. Enjoy!

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You were home when you got the call. "Hello, I'm calling from Walter Reed National Military Medical Center. Is this Y/n?" She asked you.

"Yes, I am," you replied, confused on why the hospital was calling you.

"You're written down as Joaquín Torres' emergency contact, is that correct?" A female voice was on the other side of the line, you're heart stopped when you heard it.

"Yes, Joaquín's my fiancé," you told her, messing with the ring on your finger. You were worried about what she was calling you about.

"I'm afraid there's been an accident," you tuned out the rest of her words as you ran to your car. You knew she wouldn't tell you over the phone how he was so you ran, you got into the car and sped to the hospital. Somewhere along the line you had told the woman you would be there soon and hung up.

Sam was outside when you got there, he greeted you and led you to the private room where you could see Joaquín's surgery. You watched in silence as the doctors worked, at some point Bucky had walked in. You met him once before, before you met Joaquín, it came with being one of Sam's oldest friends.

"...but you... you give them something to aspire to," you caught the tail end of Bucky's speech and heard Sam tease him about his speech writers. You barely paid attention to their conversation but heard Bucky walk over and sit next to you. "He's a strong kid from what I've heard, he'll be ok," Bucky gently laid his hand on your shoulder and you tore your eyes away from Joaquín.

"Thanks, Bucky," you told him. "Or should I call you Congressman Barnes," you teased lightly, trying to keep yourself from crying.

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You were sitting next to Joaquín's bed when he woke up, you weren't there the first time since Sam told you to go eat. Joaquín wasn't mad that you weren't there, he was glad Sam was making you take care of yourself.

"Angel," Joaquín called your attention to him and you whipped your head up so fast he was worried you might get whiplash.

"Joaquín, you're awake," you breathed out, reaching to gently push his hair out of his face. "Are you ok?"

"I am, Angel, don't worry," Joaquín tried to comfort you and you just smiled, not wanting him to worry about you.

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You had taken Joaquín home, he was told to take it easy. You helped him with everything and when he was a little better and back to work, all your fears gripped you in a vice. Your heart would stop at every phone call when Joaquín was gone, or even with you. You feared not hearing for Joaquín everyday at least once when he was away from you. You never acted on these, you knew he was still recovering. He didn't need to be with you all the time now, he could go and help where he could.

Joaquín noticed, he always noticed when there was something different about you. He saw the way your hand shook when you told him goodbye in the morning, saw the way your eyes widened and glossed over with tears when your phone went off. He was told by others that they had noticed the same reaction when your phone went off and he wasn't around. He noticed how in the morning, when you thought he wasn't awake, you would press your hand to his chest to feel his heartbeat and his breathing. How you would be tense when he walked in a room before relaxing when your eyes landed on him.

He chalked it up to you still trying to deal with him almost dying, that you would be better when he no longer needed the physical reminder of what happened in the form of his bandages. It wasn't until he woke up late one night to find you not in bed. He heard you before he saw you, you were in the bathroom, the only light coming from a candle you had lit. You were hyperventilating, sobs tearing their way through your chest only to be muffled by your hand pressed to your mouth. You were heavily leaning on the wall, your knees to your chest and hair messily pulled into a ponytail.

"Angel?" Joaquín walked over and crouched to be eye level with you. "Angel, please look at me," Joaquín gently pulled your hand from your mouth and your sobs made his heart clench.

"I'm sorry," you sobbed. "Please go back to bed," you told him, not wanting to bother him with your feelings while he was recovering.

"No, what's wrong," Joaquín scrunched his eyebrows as you shook your head.

"It's not important," your sobs stopped and your tears slowly stopped as you told him. You wiped your tears but he wasn't taking that as an answer.

"It's clearly important if you're crying in our bathroom at 2 in the morning," Joaquín told you and you sighed, knowing you were going to cry again when you spoke.

"I'm just," you paused as more sobs tore from your throat, your tears returning. "I'm just worried that now that you're getting better, you will take more risks when you get back out on the field. That you will get through this but not the next," your tears sped up again and Joaquín told a hold of one of your hands. "I fear my phone going off because what if it's Walter Reed calling to tell me you're there again. I fear that you're gone when I don't hear from you when you're gone, I fear that I'll wake up one day and you'll be gone," you paused as more sobs tore through you. "I'm sorry, you're recovering, you need to rest and relax. Not worry about me, go back to bed, please," you sobbed and covered your face with your hands again. You couldn't deal with him seeing you like this, not when he was still hurt.

"I'm not going anywhere, now or ever," he told you, he rested his hands on your knees. "I promise you, you will never have to lose me," he reassured you and when you removed your hands from your face, he took them in his. He guided you up and back to bed where you both laid back down, you blew the candle out on the way out of the bedroom.

"I'm sorry," you were cut off by Joaquín kissing you.

"Don't apologize, you're allowed to feel anyway you want," Joaquín told you. "I promise when we wake up in the morning, we will talk about how I can help you get over your fears," Joaquín promised and you just nodded, the exhaustion from crying finally washing over you.

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sissylittlefeather · 1 year ago

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Clean Up Your Own Backyard: A Walter Hale Story

A/N: So, I'm obsessed with The Trouble With Girls. Like, "watch it almost everyday" obsessed 😂. Naturally, Walter Hale needed a fic. I mean, have you seen him?!

Big thanks to @ccab for hounding me about this until I finally finished it. Love youuuuu!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (m&f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word count: ~4.5k

Unfamiliar with Walter? Bless your heart. Here:

Gilroy, Iowa has been home to you since the day you were born and you've been trying to get out of there for almost just as long. But there was never anywhere to go and having been born in the year 1900, your options were fairly limited. At the tender age of 18, you got married, just for something interesting to do. You had your son a year later and that definitely gave you something to do. Your husband was good to you until he died at the tail end of the Spanish flu epidemic in 1920. Since then, it's been you and Joseph Jr., or Joey, against the world and the thought of leaving faded into the background of your memory.

In the summer of 1927, the Chautauqua rolls through like it does every summer. You work at the hotel as a maid, so you're keenly aware of their presence. This time, something's different, though. There seems to be a new energy among the company and you learn from listening to them chatter that something wild happened in their last town. There was a murder and the manager was actually able to use it to his advantage. You think to yourself that this is a disgusting use of human vulnerability, but it doesn't surprise you. These Chautauqua managers are always a little slimy. Thankfully, as a maid, you never really interact with the more powerful people. In fact, you don't really interact with anyone. To them, you're invisible unless you're in the way, so you're able to go about your daily business without much interruption.

One day, you're busy cleaning in an empty room with the door open. The weather is warm, so you left it open to get a breeze as you work. Without realizing it, you're singing almost at the top of your lungs. You've always been a person who sings while you work and really while you do anything. It's just a bad habit that you have. People have told you that you have a lovely voice, but it never seemed to matter much other than earning you some solos at church here and there.

So when you're singing in the hotel as you clean, you're shocked to turn around and find a man in the doorway.

"Oh sweet berries! You scared me!"

"I'm sorry, honey. I was just listening to you."

"To me?"

"You're quite the little canary, you know that?"

He's unbearably handsome with his suit jacket slung over his shoulder and a cigar hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"I am?"

"Don't act so surprised, toots."

"Well, thank you, I guess." You turn to go back to cleaning, but he doesn't leave. He just stands in the doorway and watches you clean. You look back at him and he smiles, his eyes sparkling.

"I might like to hear you again sometime."

"Well, I clean the hotel almost every day, so I'm sure you will." He laughs and is about to speak again when an older man bustles up to him.

"Walter, we need you. Stop trying to seduce the locals and get back to your job." You look down and blush at the thought that this attractive man might be trying to flirt with you. He goes to leave, but turns to you just before he walks away.

"See you around, honey. I hope." With that he's gone and you go back to cleaning. This time, though, you hum quietly instead of singing out loud.

******

Walter follows Johnny back to his room to discuss whatever this problem is.

"She's gone." Johnny is panting and sweating and Walter can tell he's panicking.

"What do you mean she's gone? Who's gone?"

"Charlene. She disappeared in the night."

"Damn." He looks down at his feet and shakes his head. Maybe he should've tried harder to convince her to stay instead of trying to force her. Still, Walter is not one to mourn the loss of a woman for long. But this does present a pretty big problem for the company. He thinks quickly.

"Put Betty in charge of the story tent. She's been working with Charlie, she knows what to do. I'll find someone to work with her."

"Find someone? Where?" Johnny asks annoyed. Walter thinks about you and your nightingale voice.

"Somewhere. Don't you worry." He heads for the door to go talk to Betty and Johnny follows him closely.

"You've got that look again, Boss. You've got an idea that's going to make trouble." Walter laughs again. In the hallway, he hears you humming and smiles. He does have an idea.

******

After getting Betty set up, Walter stands at the back of the tent and listens to the children audition for the show. Most of them don't have much to offer, so he's just about to leave when a boy of about 8 takes the stage. He requests a gospel song from Betty and begins to sing. Walter turns on his heel quickly. The boy has the prettiest soprano he's ever heard and he's absolutely killing the gospel number. He watches the boy sing his whole song while the wheels turn in his mind. At the end, he walks to the front to catch the boy before he leaves.

"Hey, son, wait a minute." The boy looks up at him in awe.

"Yes, sir?"

"You sing pretty good. And I don't give that compliment lightly."

"Oh, thank you, sir." The boy's blue eyes are wide as plates.

"I don't think we're going to put you in the kids' show. I'd like you to sing some gospel numbers with the quartet. Do you play the piano?" The boy swallows deeply. He can't believe what he's hearing.

"No, sir, I don't. We don't have one at our house. You want me to sing with the quartet?"

"I do. Where's your mama? Is she here?" Walter looks around the tent.

"No, sir, she had to work."

"Alright, then. Will you bring her to me tomorrow or whenever she's available?"

"Yes, sir. She doesn't work tomorrow so I'll bring her here."

"That's good, son, thank you." He ruffles the boy's hair and lets him run off. Then, he heads back to the hotel.

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You've almost finished for the day when you run into Walter in the hallway. He smiles and his eyes do the sparkly thing again.

"Hi honey. Can I talk to you?"

"To me?"

"Yes. Come here." He takes you into the room you just finished cleaning and sits down on the little couch. He gestures for you to sit next to him, so you do, just far enough away to still be polite but distant.

"You know I'm the manager of the Chautauqua-"

"You're the manager?"

"I am."

"Oh. You're younger than I expected."

"I'm going to take that as a compliment." All of a sudden his sparkly eyes feel like a subtle manipulation and you recoil from him without thinking. He's the man responsible for the murder business in the last town. "I have a problem and I think you could help me."

"Me?"

"Yes. How would you like to get out of Gilroy?" Your heart flip flops, but you know it's not an option.

"What do you mean?"

"I need a woman to help in the children's tent, someone who knows music. How would you like to come with us?" You can't believe what you're hearing. In a lot of ways it's a dream come true, but you know you can't leave Joey.

"Oh, sir-"

"Walter. Walter Hale."

"Mr. Hale-"

"Walter."

"Sir, as flattered as I am, I can't leave Gilroy."

"Why is that?" You hesitate to tell him, but he needs to know you're serious.

"I can't leave my son."

"You have a son?"

"I do. And I can't just leave him here to go with you."

"Bring him along."

"Oh, I could never. The Chautauqua is no place for a child."

"I grew up in the Chautauqua."

"Right, well, I'm not sure I'd like my son to end up..." You trail off when you realize what you're saying, but his lip curls into a smirk. "I'm sorry."

"No, you're not. It's fine. But I sure could use your help."

"I can't. I'm sorry." You stand up from the little couch to go back to work. He watches you walk away, trying to think through his next steps. He'll convince you to come with him; he just needs to figure out the right move.

******

The next day, Walter is walking through the grounds making sure everything is running smoothly. He hears a voice behind him.

"Sir!" He turns to see the young boy from yesterday running towards him. He waits for him to get close and then ruffles his hair again.

"What is it, buddy?"

"I brought my mom. She's in the tent." Walter follows him to the children's tent to meet the boy's mother and try to convince her to let him take the boy under his wing. His mother turns when she hears her son and Walter's mouth drops.

"It's you!" You look at him with your eyebrows knit together.

"It's me. What do you want with my son?" Suddenly he realizes that this might be a real uphill battle for him.

"Well, ma'am, I'd like to have him join the Chautauqua as a sort of protégé for me."

"Protégé? For you?"

"Ma'am, I don't know if you know this, but your son is incredibly talented."

"I'm aware. What does that have to do with you?"

"I'd like to take him under my wing a bit: teach him piano and how to harmonize in a quartet." You scoff and look down at Joey. He's your pride and joy, the only thing you have left of your husband, and you're not going to let him go easily.

"Absolutely not. My son will go to college someday. He's not a performer."

"Oh, but he is. I've seen him." You look down at Joey, seemingly trying to decide whether you should take this risk or lock him inside forever. You look back up at Walter.

"Is this just because you need a new story lady?" He raises his eyebrows.

"What? No!"

"You want to pretend like you're taking an interest in my son so I'll come with you, is that it?"

"Ma'am. I took an interest in him before I knew he was your son." Now the boy chimes in. He's excited for this opportunity.

"It's true, mama. He talked to me yesterday after I auditioned." You look back and forth between them and try to imagine what it would be like for your son to grow up and become Walter.

"No. Absolutely not. Come on, Joey." You turn on your heel and push your son in front of you.

"But mama-"

"Ma'am-" You turn back to Walter.

"Thank you for putting these crazy ideas in his head without talking to me first." Then, you grab Joey's hand and walk away quickly. Walter watches you and shakes his head. There are several reasons he'd like you to join the company. The way you look walking away from him is not the least of them.

******

You have to go to work at the hotel every day, so you don't know that Joey is making his way to the Chautauqua grounds after you leave and getting home just before you do. Walter has him scheduled to perform with the quartet on the Friday night two weeks after your first encounter with him. Sometimes you see him in the hallways of the hotel and he nods politely, but doesn't press you any further about Joey performing.

You don't suspect anything until you hear Betty talking to one of the other women in the show as you clean the room across the hall.

"That new boy is very talented. I can't believe we found him in a little town like this. It's too bad his mother won't let him join us long-term. He'd be a great addition to the show." The other girl nods in agreement. "Mr. Hale assures me that he'll be able to convince the mother once he performs. I sure hope he's right."

Your blood boils as you listen to the conversation. He'll be able to convince you, will he? His arrogance is only outweighed by his sliminess. You drop the sheets you were changing and stomp through the hotel looking for him.

He's nowhere to be found. Finally, you go back to Betty and decide to ask. They're not used to the staff approaching them, but Betty used to work in a hotel too, so her shock fades quickly.

"Where is Mr. Hale?"

"Oh, I believe he's in the main performance tent preparing for tonight."

"Just what is the performance tonight?"

"It's that boy with the gospel group. He's so good! You should listen, if you're able to."

"I'll find a way. He's my son." Betty's mouth pops open and you turn and walk away.

******

At the performance tent, you stand in the back and watch as your son practices with the quartet. Walter is there too, playing the piano. You try desperately not to notice how attractive he is with his hands on the keys. You swallow deeply, shake your head, and go back to watching your son. When he sings with the quartet, your mouth drops.

He's incredible.

You knew he was talented, but always in a raw, unrefined kind of way. But now? Now he sounds like a little polished songbird, hitting notes and making runs like nothing you've ever heard before. He hears the harmony instinctively and sings it with grace, blending perfectly with the lower voices. His vibrato is beautiful and you wonder how he learned all of this in two weeks. That's when Walter stops them, stands up from the piano and kneels down in front of Joey. You can't hear what he's saying to him, but Joey is spellbound listening. He nods cooperatively. Then, they sing together.

You inhale sharply when you hear Walter's voice. It sounds like an older, deeper, baritone version of your son's soprano. He's giving instruction as he sings and Joey blends his sound with Walter's perfectly. They sound like they were made to sing together and you absolutely melt. The sincerity on Walter's face as he coaches your son would be impossible to fake. He meant it when he said he wanted to mentor Joey. Tears gather in your eyes and you begin to imagine the possibilities for his future.

You back slowly out of the tent to go home and change. You decide not to interfere with the performance tonight.

******

On stage, Joey is perfect and he absolutely shines. He is a performer. He sings his three songs and then sits down in the front row of the tent as the show continues.

But it's Walter that you can't keep your eyes off of. Every move he makes elicits a physical response from you.

At one point, he looks out to the crowd and catches you biting your bottom lip. He has to work not to laugh when you gasp and blush. Naturally, he spends the rest of the evening teasing you with looks and winks and subtle movements. By the end of the show, you're both so hot and bothered that you almost can't stand it.

As the show concludes and everyone makes their way out of the tent, you stand still, eyes glued to Walter as he talks to people. He knows you're watching him, so the smile he can't suppress is real. He stands with Joey as people compliment them both and they look so fitting there together that you almost would think they were father and son. That damn near kills you too. Finally, Joey sees you and comes bounding towards you to celebrate his success. You give him the biggest hug and tell him all your favorite parts of the show as Walter excuses himself from his conversation and saunters over. He ruffles Joey's hair and leaves his hand on his shoulder.

"Your boy is a hit, ma'am."

"I noticed. Thank you for working with him."

"I wonder if you have some time tonight to negotiate more about whether we make him a permanent member of the Chautauqua."

"I think I can manage that. Can he-" Walter turns and calls to Betty. She walks over cautiously.

"Betty will take him over to the children's tent for the evening, so we can talk privately." He gestures to Betty and she reluctantly takes Joey and walks out of the tent. That leaves just the two of you alone.

"Come over to my office." He puts his hand on the small of your back and guides you to the stage. He sits down on the piano bench and pats the spot beside him for you to sit down too. You do and automatically put your hands on the keys. You haven't played a piano in years.

"Do you play?"

"Mhmm. A little. But not in a long time." You nervously begin the top part of a duet piece that you used to play as a child. He begins the bottom part and you're surprised at how well you play together. You relax a little as you continue and the song comes back from your memory. He watches you as he plays, an almost strange look on his face.

Eventually, you look up at him too, but you're not as practiced, so you fumble the keys when you do.

"Oh, whoops, I-"

But before you can apologize for mixing up the melody, his lips are on yours. Without another thought, you turn your body to face his and the kiss escalates to a fever pitch, your tongues moving wildly as your hands begin to roam. He puts one hand on your hip and the other on your neck and pulls you in close to him while your arms go around his neck. All of the tension from the evening of flirtation comes pouring out of both of you into the kiss.

He turns and lifts you until your bottom is on the keys and he's in between your legs, still pulling you in to kiss him deeply. Then he stands up, lifting you again to place you on top of the grand piano. You notice his erection as he stands there and he gives you a look almost asking for permission to do more than kiss you. You nod and he pushes your dress up over your hips and pulls your bloomers down and off. You've never been with a man that wasn't your husband, so you blush a little at the speed with which he undresses you. He notices the change in your demeanor and looks into your eyes.

"Do you want me to stop?" You swallow and take a deep breath. He looks down at himself and back up at you. "I can-"

"No. Don't stop."

"You're sure, honey?" You grab the front of his jacket and pull him into a passionate kiss. Then, you push his jacket off of his shoulders and kiss his neck. You whisper as you do.

"Don't stop." He grunts and unbuttons his vest as you pull his tie off, your hands trembling with desire. He goes back to kissing you and puts both hands on your ass to pull you in as close to him as you can get from your position on top of the piano. You begin to unbutton his shirt and eventually get it off of him and onto the floor with the rest of his clothes. He uses both hands to lift your dress up over your head and remove your bra. A soft moan escapes his lips as he looks down at your body, naked and sitting on top of the piano. He kisses down your chest, caressing your breast with one hand and licking a slow circle around your other nipple. You whimper as he keeps moving down your body with his mouth, sitting on the piano bench and spreading your thighs to get to your center. He leans forward, putting both hands on your ass, and drags his tongue up your slit to the bundle of nerves at the top. It's been so long since you've had a man touch you like that that it almost takes your breath away. You lean back and he goes to work licking your clit.

"Oh! Walter!" You moan as he moves his tongue on you in circles. He licks you fervently and you feel the coil of your orgasm begin to tighten between your legs. The pleasure of what he's doing with his mouth is exquisite and you cry out again. He pulls back a little and looks up at you from his position between your thighs.

"Honey, I don't wanna stifle you, but we are in a tent." All of a sudden you become very aware of the fact that there are no doors or walls separating you from the rest of the camp. It should scare you, but it has the opposite effect. He notices the way you arch your back and smiles. "Good girl."

He leans into you again and goes back to licking you, sliding his tongue over and around and across your clit. You're right on the edge of your orgasm and he knows it. He sucks on you lightly, backs up and blows on you, and then dives in and licks harder than he has so far and you tumble over the edge, coming harder than you ever have before, the blood rushing from your core out to your fingertips in electric bolts.

"Oh God, Walter." You groan through gritted teeth as you ride the high of your orgasm and he devours you like his life depends on it. When you finally come back down to earth, you push him backwards and slide forward off of the piano into his lap. You kiss him again deeply, tasting your own sweetness on him, and grind against his hardened cock.

"You're gonna make a mess of my pants, honey." He whispers in your ear as you nibble on his earlobe.

"Do you care?"

"No. I really don't."

"That's what I thought." You grind against him again and he whimpers. Then, you back off of him and stand up between him and the piano. He stands up too, pushing the piano bench back away from him. Your hands go to his pants button and you smirk at the wet spot on the front of them. He helps you undo them and then slides them down, kicking his shoes off, as his cock bounces free. You shouldn't be surprised at how beautiful it is, but you are. It's long and straight and you don't hesitate to drop to your knees in front of it, fully intending to worship it with your mouth. He groans and puts his hand on the top of the piano to steady himself as you push his foreskin back and lick a slow circle around the head. You drag your tongue up the bottom of his shaft and then take him fully into your mouth, opening your throat until he hits the back of it.

"Shit, y/n." He moans while you begin to bounce on him. You move your hands around to his ass to hold him still while you slide your mouth up and down. You push him as deep as he'll go again and bury your nose in the soft patch of hair at the base of him. He makes some kind of guttural grunt and then grabs your hair, pulling gently to get you to back off of him. As you stand back up, he turns you around to face the piano and kisses your shoulder.

"I'm sorry, honey, I wasn't ready to finish yet." He lines himself up with you from behind and teases your entrance with his tip. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes, Walter, oh!" He pushes into you from behind, filling you slowly. You feel every inch of him as your pussy stretches to accommodate his size. He begins to move in and out of you, picking up a steady rhythm.

"Good girl. You like this?" He asks as he pounds you from behind, holding your hips with both hands while you grasp at the top of the piano.

"God, yes, don't stop!"

"You like it when I fuck you hard like this?"

"Yes, fuck, Walter!" You hit the keys as he slams into you and it makes a kind of atonal music to go along with the sound of your skin slapping together rhythmically. Everyone outside the tent knows exactly what's going on inside and you don't even care. With his cock buried so deep inside you, the only thing you can think about is how close you are to coming again.

He pulls out of you without warning and flips you around to face him, pushing back into you quickly.

"Join the Chautauqua. Come with me. Stay with me." He says it between kisses as he fucks you much more gently now.

"Is that what this is all about?"

"No. I just can't let you go after this." You look into his eyes and he looks into yours. You can tell he's on the brink of his climax, just like you are. His hair drips with sweat and he might be the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

"Yes. Okay. I'll come... with... you." As you say it he groans loudly and fills you with warmth and you fall head first into a full body wave of pleasure. He pumps a couple more times weakly while you shudder and tremble with ecstasy. You both breathe heavily as he presses his forehead to yours.

"Did you mean that?"

"Yes. I did." He slides out and falls backwards onto the piano bench, pulling you down into his lap. He kisses you again deeply and then rests his head on your shoulder with his arms around your waist.

"Welcome to the Chautauqua."

"Are you my boss now?"

"Honey, I'll be anything you want me to be, as long as you don't leave me."

"Leave you or the company?"

"Both. But mainly me." He kisses your shoulder and gives you a sly look. You're still not sure if this was about you or the Chautauqua, but you're willing to join him on the road and find out. This is your chance to get out of this town and see what the world has to offer. He's just icing on the cake. Delicious, sweet, and probably bad for you, but definitely worth it in the end. If anyone has anything to say about it, well, they can clean up their own backyard.

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The End

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attemptingwriter · 6 months ago

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Hello!! I was wondering if you'd consider writing a Walter O'Brien (Scorpion) x reader oneshot where reader is also a genius and Walter's partner and has gone 'down the rabbit hole' as they call it at Scorpion (a.k.a. Hyperfocused on some project to the point of forgetting to eat/drink/sleep/interact with the outside world)

Thanks!

Fabric was strewn across the room. Ribbons, scissors, measuring tape, and thread were scattered on the floor. Needles were nestled in (Y/N)'s shirt and would occasionally stab them. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was the mannequin in front of them and the 1750s dress they were trying to recreate.

It started out as a normal day in Scorpion. Walter and his team were working downstairs on a case and (Y/N) was upstairs watching Doctor Who on the TV they convinced Walter to put in. It was about 8:30 that morning when Walter came up the stairs to let (Y/N) know they had been called away to meet Gabe somewhere-(Y/N) couldn't remember where-and gave them a small kiss on the cheek before leaving.

The base was quite except for episode (Y/N) was watching. It was one of their favorites, The Girl In The Fireplace. As they watched, they couldn't help but admire the dress Madame de Pompadour wore every time she was on screen.

It can't be that hard to make a dress like that, (Y/N) thought to themselves. So they got to work. They found a nearby fabric store and rushed over. Searching through the seas of fabric, they couldn't find the right materials for the dress. They finally gave in and asked a worker, who was glad to help. Together they found the right fabric and the right colors. The employee took the fabric to the registers while (Y/N) found a sewing kit, a sewing machine, and a mannequin.

At last they had all that they needed and they went back to Scorpion. They lugged the materials into the base and set them on the floor. (Y/N) rushed upstairs with the fabric, missing the clock that read 11:49 a.m. It took them three trips to get everything upstairs but they weren't ready to stop now.

They grabbed the fabric and scissors and began to cut. Hours went by as (Y/N) cut, sewed, cut again. Carefully placing each piece of fabric and pinning it down. There was blood on the fabrics and some on the scissors from the amount of times (Y/N) had poked themselves with a needle. Tired of losing their pin cushion, they had resorted to sticking them in their pants and shirt. Their laptop was open to almost twenty different websites about what fabric was used in 18th century France, patterns, Doctor Who trivia, how to sew videos and other things (Y/N) thought they might need.

It was 1:24 in morning when Walter and his team came home. They were exhausted from the running and fighting after trying find the missing painting from the local art gallery. The base was quite except for the sound of curses and a sewing machine.

"Is (Y/N) still awake?" Paige asked, looking upstairs.

"Gotta be. Unless someone broke in," Toby said.

Walter started moving towards the staircase. "I'll check it out. Paige, will you heat up some food? I have an idea of what's going on."

Paige nodded and headed towards their makeshift kitchen. Sylvester went with her while Happy and Toby made their way to the couch.

Walter glanced around at the mess covering the entire upstairs area. He looked over at (Y/N), the paused TV show, and smiled. He gently placed a hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder.

They jerked and twirled to face the intruder, wielding a needle for protection. Walter lifted his hands in surrender, the smile not leaving his face.

"Walter! Don't do that!" (Y/N) exclaimed, dropping the needle.

"Sorry, my intention wasn't to scare you. How long have you been working on this?"

(Y/N) looked at clocked. "I.... don't know. I was watching Doctor Who when you left and I wanted to try making Madame de Pompadour's dress so I went shopping and I've been working since."

Walter sighed. "You haven't taken a break." It wasn't a question but (Y/N) nodded.

"Come, Paige is heating up some food and after you eat we can take a shower and go to bed."

"That sounds nice but I just realized I really have to pee so I will join you downstairs shortly." Without waiting for a response, (Y/N) hightailed it to the nearest bathroom while Walter started making his way downstairs.

"Where's (Y/N)?" Happy asked, watching her boss come down without his partner.

"Bathroom. They got stuck in the rabbit hole."

The team nodded in understanding. There had been plenty of times that they got stuck in that hyperfixation and needed someone to pull them out.

(Y/N) came down not too long after and wrapped their arms around their boyfriend. "Thanks for taking care of me."

Walter pulled (Y/N) in closer and pressed a kiss to the top of their head. "I'll always look after you."

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year ago

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Walter x reader - a little unsure

Walter O'brian x reader. Either reader is a vigilante (yes. I have a problem. an obsession with vigilante reader. shh.) or is one of his co-workers. Maybe a Tony Starkisc reader? Smart with mechanics and VERY VERY advanced things but not the best with emotions. (like the rest of the team.) their feelings for each other got so bad, even the team had to yell at them their feelings are shared. - @nyxiethesimp 💜

A/N: it’s been a while since I watched the show so sorry if it’s bad 😅

Sitting in front of your desk, you grabbed the wrench next to you and carried on working in the part of the car engine in front of you.

You heard the door to your garage open then it closed.

“You haven’t been in for the past two days.”

You glanced up at the man who walked in then back down to what you were working on and he walked over, sitting in front of you.

“Your case isn’t all that interesting to me.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s a plain and simple car jacking, that is boring Walter, you know it’s boring too, I don’t see why you took it.”

“There’s more too it, I was actually hoping I would be able to convince you to help. I was going to send Paige since she’s more of communication person, but they told me to come.”

You set the wrench down, then you picked up something else to take apart the engine so you could get at what you needed.

While you were doing that Walter set a few papers on the table.

“There were some microchips in the car, they contain codes for missiles all over the country, they were going to be sold, we need to find them.”

“So, check all the sites, they’ll be up there somewhere.”

“Done that, nothing. Cabe was hoping you could check with some of your informants.”

You stopped what you were doing and looked at Walter, leaning back in your chair.

You held out your hand and he got up, walking around the table to sit on it in front of you, handing them over.

You flicked through them, taking one of them before handing him back the rest.

“Yeah, okay. But he owes me money.”

“I don’t understand why you don’t just work with us, you do the same thing, and you’ll get a regular pay as well.”

Folding up the paper, you set it inside your jacket pocket.

“I don’t like other people Walter, people get in the way, working as a team makes things go slowly and I have no patience for that.”

“But you like the team. Right?”

“Of course, otherwise I wouldn’t let them come here.”

Walter followed you across the room.

“You don’t let Cabe in.”

“He’s a federal agent, for both our sakes it better he doesn’t know what I do properly, what he doesn’t know can’t get him trouble, and it means I also don’t get arrested.”

“So, will you help?”

You nodded, grabbing the keys to your bike as well your helmet.

“I’ll meet you at yours.”

“Thank you.”

He left and you left a few minutes later, heading to one of the well known underground bars and you walked to the bartender.

You leant over the counter.

“Stolen microchips, what do you know?”

He looked at you.

“Nothing you need to know.”

Humming a little, you grabbed him by the collar, slammed your helmet against his forehead and you shoved him back.

The whole place fell silent.

“Look I’m in a hurry, I have a car I need to fix, a friend who’s waiting for answers, so, let’s try this again. What do you know.”

He gave you some papers and you began following the trail.

You worked fast and brutal, you did what you had to in order to get the job done, and by the end of the day you made your way back to Walter.

Walking through the doors, you made your way to Cabe.

“You owe me.”

“How much do you want?”

Pulling off your helmet you thought for a moment, making your way to Walter’s desk, sitting next to him.

“I’ve changed my mind, no money. I’ll save this for a rainy day.”

“You know there’s some things I can’t bail you out off.”

“I know.”

“So, what did you do to get this, because we couldn’t find it.” Toby said.

You waved your hand dismissively at him, leaning your head on Walter’s shoulder and he looked at you before going back to his work.

You stared at his screen in boredom.

Computers weren’t your thing, but when it came to anything else, that’s where you came in handy.

Yawning slightly, you kicked your feet up on his desk.

“(Y/N) please, that’s unsanitary, put your feet down.”

You grumbled a little but complied, putting your feet back on the floor.

Everybody shared a look at the pair of you, but neither of you noticed it, or the way that the pair of you would occasionally sneak a glance at the other.

“How long until they finally come out with it?” Toby asked.

“At this rate never. Honestly how two people so smart can be so oblivious is beyond me.” Happy said.

“Well, maybe somebody should tell them.” Sylvester suggest.

“That’s not a bad idea, but maybe we should try setting them up first.” Paige suggested.

Everybody immediately agreed with her, since she was the more compassionate of the group.

And that’s what they did, they tried to set you both up on dinners to drinks and nobody else turning up.

They tried everything and neither of you could see how the other felt.

Finally they had enough.

Walter was sat with your in your garage and they walk came bursting through the doors.

“We’ve had enough!” Happy yelled.

You looked up from where you were laid with your head in Walter’s lap.

“Of what?” You asked confused.

“You two are in love with each other! Discuss!”

They all stood there and you turned to Walter confused, and he looked just as confused.

Taking his hand, you led him to your office and closed the door and blinds for privacy.

“I.. I don’t know what they’re talking about..”

You studied him for a moment.

“Is it true?” You asked.

“I.. I don’t.. they’re not..”

He fumbled for his words, not able to get them out.

“Walter.”

He stopped, looking at you.

“Look, we both suck at the whole emotion thing, but Paige doesn’t, neither does Toby, or Cabe, and Happy and Sylverster know more than both of us combined about it.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that.”

You pointed to you, then you pointed at him.

“So, me and you. They’ve seen something, we need to figure it out.”

“Well… I.. I don’t.. you go first.”

“I like you, I get along with you and I don’t want to hit you if that counts for something.”

“You don’t want to hit me?”

“I want to hit a lot of people.”

He nodded his head.

“Well, I.. I suppose that I do enjoy your company…”

You both went quiet.

“So… would you maybe consider dinner..?” He mumbled.

You smiled a little.

“Absolutely, how about now?”

He nodded and you held out your hand, letting him unsurely take it.

Neither of you knew what you were doing, or if you were doing this right, but you decided to just roll with it and see where it went

#scorpion #scorpion x reader #scorpion x you #scorpion imagine #walter o'brien #Walter O’Brien x reader #Walter o’brien x you #Walter O’Brien imagine

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