#um they way she rolled up her sleeves just kind of stayed with me so

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Lee Hye-ri as Yoo Jae-yi in Friendly Rivalry EP 9

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It’s the last day of school before Christmas, and the first thing Eddie hears when he enters Family Video is Steve Harrington saying, “Fuck this,” which seems kinda unreasonable; he’s not even done anything yet.

But then Steve continues, his voice turning distant as he heads to the back of the store—“I don’t care what the goddamn handbook says, the radiator’s goin’ on full blast,”—and Eddie realises he hasn’t actually been noticed at all.

Not by Steve, at least. 

Robin Buckley is standing by the computer. She’s checking her watch; Eddie can see the thought cross her mind, that he should’ve been out of class over an hour ago, like she was.

All of a sudden, he feels uncomfortably aware of what he must look like: drenched from the rain, dripping water onto the carpet. 

“Hey, Munson. O’Donnell got you working overtime, huh?”

Eddie fakes a laugh. He doesn’t know Robin that much—but still just well enough to know she doesn’t mean anything by it.

So he nods and rolls his eyes, concocts a story about an unjust detention; he even embellishes it with a pinch of truth as he brings the video tapes out from the shelter of his jacket. Says that his last-ditch attempt at improving his grade before the holidays was offering to return the videos O’Donnell rented for her classes.

He doesn’t mention the fact that he stayed behind voluntarily. That he spent all that time staring down at a perpetually unfinished essay, gripping his pen with an all too familiar desperation. That kind of honesty somehow feels more embarrassing than lying; it always has.

Robin takes the videos from him. “Okay, tell me if that works,” she says, with a hint of sarcasm; she’s joking, Eddie reminds himself, but not in a mean way. “Because I’d be returning, like, so many library books if…”

She trails off with a frown, eyes on the computer screen. Glances to the stack of video tapes before punching in something.

Eddie doesn’t mind the wait; it’s only now that he’s really appreciating just how cold he is. He shakes some water off his jacket sleeve, fingers numb, and realises too late that he’s creating a puddle on the floor. 

“Uh, sorry for, um. Dripping,” he says awkwardly, but Robin doesn’t seem to hear him; she just keeps frantically tapping on the keyboard.

Outside, the wind picks up even more, throwing rain against the windows. 

There’s the creak of a door swinging open somewhere in the back, followed by a voice calling, “What’s up?”

Eddie startles—he almost forgot that it wasn’t just him and Robin in here. He watches Steve sidle up to the register.

“It’s this stupid—“ Robin gestures to the computer with frustration. “It keeps going all, you know, aaaah.” She draws out the sound, wiggling her fingers.

Surprisingly, Steve catches Eddie’s eye with a wry look. “Technical term,” he says, deadpan.

If Eddie didn’t know that he was the only other person in the room, he’d think that surely he’d been mistaken for someone else.

Not that he thinks Steve would ignore him outright; it’s just that they’ve not got much history—no fleeting camaraderie forged from sitting next to one another in class. Sure, they crossed paths as much as anyone did in Hawkins, Steve a recurring figure in Eddie’s peripheral; he knew of his existence, obviously, it’s Steve Harrington, but nothing more than…

A collage of all the times Steve’s picture has appeared in the school newspaper flickers through Eddie’s mind. Okay, but that was because of The Tigers, and the swimming team, and—anyone would’ve noticed that—

His justification is brought to a halt at a particularly fierce howl of wind; Robin flinches so badly that she knocks the video tapes onto the floor. 

“Just the wind,” Steve says quietly.

As he speaks, he gently nudges Robin out of the way with his hip. Picks up the fallen tapes.

And to anyone else, it might seem kind—and nothing more. 

But there’s something almost imperceptible in the way Steve does it, Eddie can’t get away from that fact: a meaning behind the words that he can’t grasp.

Then he hears Wayne’s voice in his head—son, you know fine well when something’s none of your damn business—and tells his curiosity to quit it.

“Sorry, it’s still not working,” Robin says, giving the computer one last thump. “I can, um, write you a receipt? To prove you returned them? So O’Donnell doesn’t get all…”

Eddie nods. “Sure.”

Robin gets a pen out of her shirt pocket and writes a receipt, triple-checking the movie titles as she does so.

Eddie thanks her as she hands over the paper. Catches himself hesitating. 

There it is: the familiar prickle of discomfort, not knowing what else to say. Jesus Christ, isn’t that a failure on its own? Another year at school, and you’d think he’d be somewhat closer to other students, just from the sheer amount of time they’ve spent together in the same four walls. And yet, he’s starting to feel more distant than ever.

Granted, there’s Hellfire, but on bad days even that chafes, not that he’d ever admit it. Like he’s playing a part far bigger than who he actually is.

Eddie expects to just walk out without another word being said. In fact, he’s bracing himself for the cold again, almost at the door, when Steve inexplicably speaks up.

“Are you actually leaving?”

Eddie turns around. Steve’s leaning by the desk with his arms folded, looking at him expectantly.

Eddie’s half-convinced there’s a joke he’s not getting.

“Uh, yeah?” he says. He tries to ensure that ‘what the fuck else am I supposed to do?’ goes unheard, but from the way Steve’s eyebrows rise, he doesn’t think he succeeds. 

Steve gives a pointed, dubious look outside. “Dude, you wanna drown out there?”

Eddie rocks back on his heels. There’d be a time where he would really snap back at that (the first time he flunked out, maybe), but now he’s more caught off-guard. 

So he just glances outside and says, “Ideally, no.”

Steve gives a slight huff of laughter at that, shaking his head.

“Look, I’m just saying, man, I’m not gonna be driving till it clears up. Thought I was gonna need a canoe just to get into the parking lot.” He turns to Robin as if looking for agreement, stacking the tapes Eddie returned as he adds, “I said that when I drove you in, right?”

“I dunno, I’ve had crazier journeys,” Robin says.

Steve rolls his eyes like she’s made a corny joke—but he’s grinning like he just can’t help himself.

Eddie watches with a flicker of amusement rather than irritation, which catches him unawares. If he was honest, he’d felt drained not even a few seconds ago. But seeing Steve and Robin’s back-and-forth sparks an unexpected urge to respond in kind.

“Since when were you the spokesperson for road safety, Harrington?”

Robin snorts.

Steve shrugs. “At least wait until it’s not so brutal out there.”

And what brings Eddie up short is that, despite the dry tone, Steve sounds sincere. It leaves him struggling for an acceptable reply.

Before he can work one out, Steve steps to the side and pushes a swivel chair with his foot, right into Eddie’s path.

Eddie sits down in silent bewilderment.

He braces instinctively for an unbearable awkwardness, but it’s not so bad: Steve and Robin just continue working. It gives him time to try and dry his jacket off, at least, and when that ends up a lost cause, he turns to noticing the background noise in the store.

There’s a TV overhead playing It’s a Wonderful Life; George Bailey and Mary Hatch are about to Charleston right into the swimming pool.

Steve wanders into his eye line, scanning the aisles with a clipboard. Eddie doesn’t actually know how long he’s been there. He’d kinda got caught up in watching the movie. Steve seems to notice that; it’s gone too quick for Eddie to be sure, but his lips might’ve quirked, as if in approval.

“Hey, d’you want me to take your jacket? I’ve got mine and Robin’s on the radiator in the back.”

Eddie does his best not to stare. It’s a habit he’s still not shaken off: waiting for the other shoe to drop when anyone apart from Wayne is so… so…

“Didn’t realise this place was a hotel, Harrington.”

Despite his misgivings, he shrugs off the still damp jacket; Steve’s already stuck his hand out for it.

“Not everyone gets this treatment, Munson. You just haven’t annoyed me yet.”

“Then what am I doing wrong?” Eddie returns flatly. 

This time Steve’s smile is obvious.

“Don’t move my scarf off the radiator!” Robin calls as she wheels a trolley of tapes.

“What do you take me for?” Steve says.

He disappears into the back again, returning empty-handed when the phone rings. He mutters at it before he picks it up, “Yeah, of course you still work,” and it’s not endearing, Eddie tells himself. It’s not.

And no, he isn’t listening in to the phone call. That’d be… that’d be stupid. It’s just that the movie isn’t all that loud, so he can’t help but…

“Hello, Family Video? Oh, hi, Mrs Wilcox, how are… Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.” Steve listens to whatever’s being said on the other end. His eyes find the TV, and then he’s silently mouthing along to George and Mary singing, ‘Buffalo Gals.’ “Oh, are you kidding? No, no, stay inside. It’s not a problem, I can just—yeah, of course. I’ll push it back to after the holidays. Yeah. Yeah, you too. Thanks for calling. Enjoy the movie!”

He hangs up, absentmindedly humming. Eddie quickly looks away.

He notices then that he’s sitting right on the edge of his seat like an idiot. He makes an attempt to sit back—be normal, just be fucking normal—but there’s a rigidity he can’t quite shift, that’s been stuck there probably since middle school, when the cafeteria was full of whispers, did you see the new kid? There, the one with the buzz cut.

“Steve, you off the phone?”

“Yeah. Hey, Rob, if I forget, could you make a note to extend Donna Wilcox’s rental? I’ll do it when we’re back, if the computer’s—”

“Sure, sure. Um, so—”

“Oh, God, what?”

Robin grins, a mixture of sheepish and teasing. Eddie stays put. Has she forgotten he’s here? Should he move? Leave? Yeah, he should leave, they’re not gonna notice… He’ll grab his jacket, slip away; the weather’s not that bad—

“I’ve got something for you to—”

Steve waves his hands in disagreement. “Nope, we said we weren’t doing presents!”

“It’s not really a—my grandma wouldn’t listen, Steve, it’s, like, more of a punishment, honestly, just—just wait there.”

There’s a clatter as Robin rushes off, scattering some more tapes off the trolley. The employee door slams shut behind her.

Steve tsks to himself, but picks up the tapes again. As he bends down, he glances over his shoulder with a brief ‘what can you do?’ sort of expression—which forces Eddie to consider the fact that he hasn’t been forgotten.

He doesn’t know how to feel about it.

He settles for an attempt at nonchalance: sticks a foot out to spin the chair ever so slightly, just side to side, and says, “So, uh, is this job just throwing tapes on the floor?”

“Yeah, we take turns,” Steve says without missing a beat.

He scoops up a tape, twirls it deftly before slotting it into place on the shelf. Eddie should probably find it annoying.

He doesn’t.

In the silence, he tries to lose himself in the movie again, at least a little bit, but he can’t manage it—feels too aware of himself, the creak of the seat as he moves even the tiniest amount, the restless fidgeting that he doesn’t even want to be doing, but knowing that never helps him stop—

“Ta-da!”

Eddie turns in time to see a blur of red; Robin’s just thrown something at Steve, who catches it easily—of course he does, Eddie thinks, but he can’t pretend that the thought comes from a place of resentment, not even inside his own head.

It’s a sweater. Steve unfolds it with a cackling laugh; there’s not a trace of the artificial veneer of high school in the sound.

Unlike you, whispers a nasty inner voice.

Steve’s still laughing. “Robin, this is the best—”

“Shut up, no, it’s so bad.” Robin hoists herself up to sit on the desk. “Grandma did the actual work, all the bits that are messed up are from me—”

“You knitted this?”

Steve beams. Eddie notices that there’s an endearingly crooked tilt to one of his incisors.

And then Steve’s glancing around like he’s checking no-one else has come into the store. He ducks out of view of the windows, but is still very much in Eddie’s view as he throws off his work vest, yanks his shirt up over his head, and…

Eddie suddenly feels like he’s been flung back into the claustrophobic space of the school locker rooms, the dread of changing for phys ed. The voice in his head gets louder: don’t look, don’t look; they’ll know. 

But Steve doesn’t seem to care. He just leaves his shirt in a heap on the floor, wincing overexaggeratedly at the cold, and practically dives into the sweater with a boyish glee.

He laughs again; the sleeves are far too long. “I love it.”

“You do?” Robin says, and while she’s playing up her dubiousness, Eddie can hear how she’s pleased underneath it all.

“Uh, yeah!”

The back of Steve’s hair is ruffled from how eagerly he put the sweater on—but instead of fixing it, he focuses on artfully rolling up his sleeves.

Eddie should look away. Should, at the very least, attempt to appear like he’s zoned out, in a world of his own.

And yet…

Despite everything, he watches Steve Harrington with all the silent, rapt attention he usually reserves for movies.

Moth to a fucking flame, Eddie thinks, resigned.

“Suits me, huh?” Steve says to Robin; he does a stupid little move, one hand on his hip, like he’s on the front cover of a magazine.

“And you’re modest, too.”

“You just don’t know style when you see it.”

Steve’s at the desk now, nudging one of Robin’s feet playfully, before turning round to lean against the corner again. “Hey, Munson, what do you think?”

Eddie finds himself fighting the instinct to reply with something undeservedly cutting. He’d just be trying to cover, anyway, using barbs to conceal what the question makes him feel: something akin to the franticness when confronted in class with a test he hasn’t studied for.

And he looks. Really looks—his heart slowing, the initial panic from the flash of bare skin fading away.

Steve’s right; the sweater does suit him, in all its homemade charm. The shade of red is flattering, brings out his eyes: maroon, if Eddie had to put a name to it, although he suspects that the colour’s actually got nothing to do with it, more the way Steve holds himself—a quiet, certain confidence that’s always been out of Eddie’s reach.

He inwardly gives himself a shake as Steve and Robin keep waiting on his response.

This isn’t school, idiot; they’re not trying to catch you out.

“I’m hardly an expert on high fashion, Harrington,” Eddie says—thinks he just manages to pull off the lazy, unbothered drawl.

“Well, you have a look,” Steve says faux delicately, like he’s being incredibly generous.

Eddie cracks a genuine smile; it sort of weakens the whole aloof thing he’d settled on, but he surprisingly doesn’t care all that much.

“Damned with faint praise.”

Steve scoffs as if to say touché. His gaze catches on something outside, and Eddie wonders if it’s an actual customer, if it’s time for whatever all of this is to stop.

But all Steve does is poke Robin’s foot and add, pointedly singsong, “Rain’s stopped.”

“So?” Robin asks.

“I think it’s in between storms,” Steve says sagely. “Like, we’ve got a little window before more rain hits.”

“Great, Steve, I’ll love waving that opportunity bye.”

Steve tuts. “Rob, I’m saying we should ditch. Come on, it’s been dead all day. We can be home early and warm, it’s, like, single-handedly the best plan I’ve ever had.”

Better than when you won the championship game? Eddie thinks—wisely keeps that strictly to himself, because he’ll admit following Hawkins High’s basketball results on pain of death.

Robin looks torn. “I don’t know, Steve, what if—”

“Who’s gonna tell?” Steve says, gesturing around at the empty store. He nods at Eddie, says sarcastically, “Oh yeah, Eddie Munson, known snitch.”

“You flatter me,” Eddie says. He surprises himself at how easily it slips out, like for once, there was no need to overthink it.

“See? Rob-in,” Steve wheedles, “come on, I’ll cash out. You and your grandma could knit for hours.”

“Shut up,” Robin says fondly. “Fine! Quick, quick, I’ll flip the sign.”

The whole thing resembles a military operation, with how speedily Steve and Robin manage to close the store. Eddie stands up and moves the swivel chair out of the way, but feels almost exposed without it.

Steve’s just finished at the register when he catches Eddie’s eye. He snaps his fingers, “Oh, shit, yeah,” and yells over his shoulder to Robin in the back room, “Hey, pick up Munson’s jacket, too!” Then he’s stuffing a couple of tapes into a backpack. “Want one?”

Eddie blinks, confused. “What?”

Steve wiggles one of the movies in demonstration before zipping up his bag. “I always take some home. As long as you have it back by, uh,” he waves a hand vaguely, “some time in the New Year, whatever.” He clicks his tongue. “Damn it, forgot to turn this off…”

It’s a Wonderful Life falls silent.

Through the whir of it rewinding, Eddie speaks almost without meaning to. “Can I have that one?”

Steve looks up at him in faint surprise. “Sure. Hang on, I’ll just find…”

He ejects the tape and passes it to Eddie. It’s still warm from being played.

And then the case is being handed over, too—there’s scraps of paper folded in the corners, rolls of receipt in Steve and Robin’s handwriting: games of tic-tac-toe and movie recommendations.

As Eddie puts the tape inside, a thought occurs to him. “Wait, uh. Were you gonna take this one home, too?”

Steve’s folding up his discarded shirt and vest. He smiles, and if Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d think there was something shy in it.

“Oh, nope. I—” He laughs under his breath. “I have it already.”

The back door bursts open to reveal Robin all wrapped up in a scarf. She throws Eddie his jacket, jangles some keys and imitates Steve’s half-singing when she announces, “I’ll lock up.”

The wind’s thankfully died down so the contrast from inside to the parking lot isn’t terrible—though that’s probably helped by the fact that Eddie’s jacket is warmed right through from the radiator.

As he gets to the van, he expects that Robin and Steve will already be out of the parking lot. But when he slides into the driver’s seat, he sees Robin’s the only one actually inside Steve’s car; Steve’s half-in, half out, one hand on the roof. 

“Safe journey, Munson!”

And maybe it’s just how Steve’s voice is anyway, but it sounds like it’s more than just a platitude. Like it means something.

Eddie honks his horn in reply. He lets Steve drive out first—his car’s parked closer to the road—and absentmindedly drums his fingers on the VHS case in the passenger seat.

This was a fluke, he tells himself. Like a movie being played in last period, the curtains drawn—how it always feels kind of like a dream.

Still, he drives home warm. Thinks in a gentler voice, one that sounds like Wayne—a reminder that not everything is a trap waiting to spring shut on him.

[pedrospatch]

what he didn’t do

Preoutbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader

summary: You’re very recently divorced, but that doesn’t stop a certain handsome, brown-eyed neighbor from taking you out on a date.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. divorced reader, no massive age gap (no specific age is mentioned, but reader is in her early 30’s and Joel is 35) slow burn, 10 year crush kind of deal. reader talks about her past relationship. mentions of food and alcohol. soft, caring Joel. first date fluff.

word count: 5.1k

a/n: so um how are we all doing after today, we still alive out there? 👀 no one asked for this, this fic is purely self indulgent, my lonely single ass is convinced that pre out break Joel would be just the most amazing gentleman on a date, he would be so perfect and just take the best care of you and treat a girl right…so here is what i whipped up.

He’ll treat me right, put me first, be a man of his word

stay home ‘cause he wanted to

always fight for my love

hold on tight like it’s something that he can’t stand to lose

Joel wasn’t all too sure how it even happened.

Earlier that afternoon, he’d gone on over to your place to deliver a piece of mail that the postman had accidentally put in his mailbox instead of yours. While Joel was there, you’d kindly asked him if he could recommend a good plumber that you could call because you had a stubborn leak under the kitchen sink that you needed to get looked at sooner rather than later. Wanting to save you both the hassle and the expense of having to hire someone, Joel had told you to hang tight for a minute and rushed back over to his house, only to return with his yellow toolbox in hand so that he could fix it for you, which he’d done in fifteen minutes flat—and now, just a few hours later into the evening, he was getting himself ready to take you out to dinner. 

And the real fucking kicker of it all was that he had been the one to ask you out, proposing the offer while his head had been buried in the cabinet underneath your leaking kitchen sink. At least that way, if you had rejected him, you wouldn’t have been able to see the look of complete and utter embarrassment on his face. But much to Joel’s surprise, not to mention, his relief, you’d eagerly accepted the invitation and even suggested tonight would be the perfect night if he didn’t have prior plans or commitments.

Hell, even if Joel did have prior plans or commitments, he would have canceled them for you without a single ounce of hesitation.

He’d discovered he would do just about anything for you.

Joel shrugged into the light tan, button up shirt that Sarah had helped him pick out earlier just before he’d jumped in the shower. At thirteen, she lived with her nose buried in fashion magazines lately and she didn’t trust him to successfully choose a proper outfit for the occasion on his own without guidance. It had been well over a few years since Joel had been on a date, as she had so kindly pointed out to him while she’d rummaged around through his mess of a closet. Although he insisted that it wasn’t a date, his teenager had scoffed and called him out on his bullshit. “Well, what else do you do you call it when two single adults go out to dinner together alone?” Sarah had challenged him as she held up a couple of different shirts up against his chest, searching for the perfect one. “Especially when one of those two adults has had the most obvious crush on the other one for what, like ten freaking years now?”

“It wasn’t that obvious,” he’d muttered to her in response. Peering at her curiously, he couldn’t help himself as he had asked her, “Was it?”

“Dad, your crush on her has been about as subtle as a brick to the face.” Letting out a huge laugh, Sarah had shoved the shirt she’d selected into his hands and tossed the losers right back into his closet. “Here, wear this one with those dark jeans, the bootcut ones. Don’t roll up the sleeves like you always do. And for the love of all that is holy, at least make an attempt to run a comb through that hair of yours,” she’d advised on her way out the door, leaving him to it.

Joel sighed and buttoned up the shirt, then tugged on his dark blue jeans and a pair of black leather boots—the only pair he owned that weren’t totally worn down to the soles. He finished getting dressed and proceeded to roll up the long sleeves of his shirt up to the middle of his forearms, tucking in the cuffs as neatly as he could. He could already hear his daughter scolding him over it, but screw it, Joel wanted to be comfortable, especially now that warmer weather had arrived in Austin. 

After rubbing just the slightest hint of his favorite sandalwood cologne on his neck and on the insides of his wrists, Joel finally left his bedroom and made his way downstairs, trying his absolute hardest to pay no mind to the nerves that were threatening to creep up on him. He entered the living room where he found Tommy sitting on the couch with Sarah, a plastic blue bowl of popcorn nestled between the two of them. Sarah, who had been busy shuffling through a stack of movies in her lap, looked up when she heard him walk into the room and narrowed her green eyes at him. “Come on, man! What did I say earlier about the sleeves?”

“You told me not to roll ‘em up. But I chose not to listen to you,” Joel quipped, eliciting an annoyed sigh from her. 

Tommy smirked at him. “So motherfucker, you finally did it, huh? You finally asked her out on a date.” His smirk widened. “Only had to wait, what, about ten fuckin’ years?”

Joel glared at his younger brother. “How did you even—?” He stopped abruptly and his dark brown eyes flickered over to Sarah, who shot him a guilty smile from where she sat. “Really? You just had to tell him?”

“Sorry,” she apologized, sheepishly. “It slipped.”

“Damn, big brother. Y’know, word on the street is that she just signed the divorce papers at the courthouse earlier this week,” Tommy remarked, taking a swig from his bottle of Lone Star as he leaned back into the couch. “You’ve got some real big fuckin’ balls to ask a freshly divorced woman out on a date that quick. I’ve gotta admit that I’m actually pretty fuckin’ impressed with you, Joel. Didn’t think you’d have it in you.”

“It ain’t a date,” Joel muttered out the lie, picking up his keys from the coffee table. “We’re just goin’ out to dinner is all.”

“That’s a date,” Tommy and Sarah stated together in unison.

Joel let out a heavy sigh, deciding that it was better for him to ignore their antics rather than to play into them. “You.” He pointed an index finger at Sarah. “Might not be school night, but I don’t want you stayin’ up too late. And you.” He turned his attention to Tommy. “I don’t want you havin’ any of your little female friends over while I’m out tonight, especially not while Sarah is home. That understood?” 

“Yes dad,” both their voices chirped together once again. 

Rolling his eyes, Joel bid them a quick goodnight and left the house, making his way across the lawn and over to your place. You lived in the smaller, single story yellow house right next door to his.

You’d moved in next to Joel and Tommy several years ago—Sarah had still been a toddler then and he had just started getting used to life as a single father. Joel would never forget the first time that he laid his eyes on you. He had been in his driveway, taking a look under the hood of his old truck, a hunk of garbage Ford Ranger from the nineties that he’d finally gotten rid of a couple years back and replaced with a Chevrolet Silverado instead; it hadn’t been much of an upgrade, but at least it didn’t break down on him as often. Joel had noticed a moving van in the driveway of the house next door, but he hadn’t given it a second thought. He had been so engrossed in what he’d been doing, but at some point, he looked up from the engine and turned his head at the precise moment that you happened to walk by with a cardboard box in your arms. You’d caught his gaze and offered him what had to be the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his entire fucking life. Joel had just set his wrench down and was about to head over to offer you some help when a man emerged from the back of the moving van with another box. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek as he led the way into the house. 

Turns out, that man had been your husband.

To say Joel had been sorely disappointed by the fact that you were married had been an understatement to say the least.

It hadn’t taken all too long before Joel met his new neighbors, although he often saw more of you than he ever saw your husband—the man traveled across the country for business and he would be gone for several days, even several weeks at a time. You were a homemaker and to help make life a little less mundane, you’d started something of a daycare in your home, offering to help fellow neighbors who needed someone to watch their younger children during their nine to five work schedules.

When Joel found himself putting in a brutal number of hours in at his construction job, he had struggled to find someone who was willing to look after his then three year old for such extended periods of time. You’d happily volunteered to help him out and you would watch Sarah from sunrise to about sundown for him without a problem. When she started kindergarten two years later, you continued to help Joel out, going as far as taking her to school for him and then picking her up afterwards. You’d never had any children of your own, but you still had maternal instincts, and as Sarah grew up, whenever she would need a woman’s guidance, she would go straight to you without hesitation and you were always there for her no matter what, no questions asked. 

Joel couldn’t have been more grateful for you.

He’d seen and spoken to you just about every day for the last decade—he’d even go as far as saying that the two of you were good friends, though since day one, he found himself longing for a hell of a lot more than just your friendship. Joel had thought he would have to shove his true feelings for you down for the rest of his natural born life, that is, until several months ago when he’d noticed the moving truck parked in your driveway one late afternoon as he and Sarah came home from one of her soccer games. Nearly in tears, Sarah had immediately hopped out of the pickup before Joel could even cut the engine and ran over, demanding to know why you hadn’t told her that you were moving—that’s when you fessed up and explained to her that you weren’t going anywhere, but your husband was.

Through whispers in the neighborhood, Joel discovered that you had filed for divorce and although no one knew the exact reason why, many suspected it had been your husband’s constant traveling for work that had done it. Denise, the nosy blonde woman who lived across the street from him swore up and down that he must have had some kind of adulterous affair behind your back—Joel simply told her she needed to lay off her dramatic daytime soap operas. 

Regardless of the reason why, you were now officially single.

And Joel was taking you out to dinner.

Whether it was an actual date or not, that hadn’t exactly been established. 

He made it up the front porch and inhaled a deep breath, exhaling it slowly through his nose before he knocked on your front door. When you opened it just a few seconds later, all of the wind had been knocked out of his lungs by an invisible force.

You wore a sky blue sundress with a sweet, white floral pattern printed all over it. Thin straps tied together at your shoulders and the hem of the skirt fell right to the middle of your thighs revealing a lot more of your silky smooth legs than he had ever seen before. You’d kept your makeup fairly light, and your hair fell loosely and naturally around your shoulders. Joel noticed you wearing a silver necklace, a butterfly pendant hanging from the chain. He recognized it, because he’d bought it for you, although it was Sarah who had gotten all the credit. She had given it to you as a gift for your birthday that passed by a few months ago. 

“Hey!” You beamed at him. “You’re right on time.”

“Hey.” Joel swallowed dryly. “You look really beautiful.”

You smiled shyly. “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself,” You returned the compliment, admiring the way the sleeves of his shirt hugged his biceps. “I have to hand it to you, you definitely clean up well, Joel.”

“Next time that you see Sarah, you’d best thank her. She deserves the credit,” he stated, eliciting a small laugh from you. “Are you all ready to go?”

You nodded, grabbing your purse and keys from the small glass table beside the door. You stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind you; after making sure that you’d locked it properly, you followed Joel across your front lawn and over towards his driveway. He led you to the passenger’s side of his dark blue Silverado and opened the door for you, holding his hand out to help you climb up into the seat. The gesture prompted you to shoot him a strange look.

He frowned a little. “What’s the matter?” 

“No, nothing,” You quickly assured him. You placed your hand in his larger one, the contact causing a jolt of electricity to shoot up the length of your spine. 

Joel helped you up into the truck and closed the door before making his way around the front of the vehicle and climbing into the driver’s seat. He shoved the key into the ignition and the pickup roared to life. He watched as you put on your seatbelt and then reached out, giving it a tug to make sure you were buckled in well enough. “Just makin’ sure you’re safe is all,” he uttered softly as you tossed him another puzzled glance. He reached over his shoulder for his own seatbelt and buckled it in before finally pulling out of the driveway. 

Out of his peripheral vision, Joel could see you wringing your hands together in your lap in something of an anxious manner—were you nervous?

In an effort to comfort you and ease the nerves, Joel reached out and turned up the volume of the radio. He normally kept it on his favorite country station and was just about to ask what station you preferred when you let out a tiny, excited gasp and turned to him, a radiant smile breaking out onto your face. 

“Oh, I love this song!” You told him, bringing your hands together in an enthusiastic clap. You then started singing along to the familiar lyrics. “Heads Carolina, tails California, somewhere greener, somewhere warmer, up in the mountains, down by the ocean—”

Joel turned briefly, raising an eyebrow at you. “Nineties country fan, huh?”

“Duh,” You replied playfully. “Nineties were and will probably always be the golden age of country.”

He grinned, turning his attention back onto the road. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

Biting back another smile at his words, you turned to look out of the window, nodding your head and tapping your foot along to the beat of the song as you watched the streets of Austin pass by in a blur of lights and people. 

Joel had chosen to take you to Antonio’s, a locally owned Italian place that was somewhere between casual and upscale dining. “Wait,” he told you, noticing you reaching for the door handle as soon as he’d parked in front of the restaurant. He jumped out of the driver’s seat and walked around, opening the door for you. Just like when he’d helped you into the truck back at his house, he offered you a hand to help you out of it. He kept his dark brown eyes on your feet, making sure you that didn’t fall or lose one of the brown sandals you were wearing. “Careful.”

“Thank you,” You said kindly to him as he closed the door behind you. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt him place his hand on the small of your back as he ushered you inside of the restaurant where a hostess led you to a small, round table out in the back patio. You thanked her and reached for your chair, but Joel instantly stopped you.

“Let me,” he insisted, pulling it out for you. He helped you into the chair and noticed you give him another strange look, similar to the ones you’d given him when he’d helped you into the truck and when he’d checked your seatbelt. “Why do you keep lookin’ at me like that? Do I have somethin’ on my face or what?” He asked jokingly as he took his seat across from you. 

You hesitated, but then confessed, “I’ve never had someone pull my chair out for me. I’ve never had someone open the car door for me or make sure I’m wearing my seatbelt.” You offered him a small, sheepish smile. “You don’t know how nice that is, Joel.”

Joel stared at you in complete disbelief.

Before he could say anything, a younger waitress appeared at the table to take yours and his orders for beverages. “I’ll just have a cabernet, please,” You ordered, politely. Not wanting to be the asshole who ordered a beer at an Italian place, Joel asked her for a glass of red wine too. She returned moments later with the drinks and then offered to take your orders for food. Both you and Joel decided on a chicken penne pasta dish that looked absolutely delicious. As soon as the waitress took your menus and disappeared back inside, you looked up at Joel and noticed his eyes were fixed intently on you. You felt a slight heat flood your face. “What is it?”

“Nothin’,” he answered, shrugging his shoulders innocently. “You just look really beautiful, that’s all.”

“You said that already,” You reminded him, letting out a breathless little laugh.

“I know.” Joel picked up his glass of wine. He took a quick sip before adding, “But someone as pretty as you deserves to hear it over and over again.”

The night went by fast, much too fast.

One minute, you were both enjoying your dinner and digging into delicious pasta, and the next, the table had been cleared completely, and so had all the other tables surrounding you—you two were the very last patrons in the restaurant. You and Joel had been so lost in conversation that neither of you had realized it was almost eleven and the restaurant was about to close in five minutes. 

���We’ve been sitting here talking for three hours,” You gasped lightly.

Joel chuckled. “Time flies when you’re in great company.”

You looked the bill on the table, which the waitress had dropped off over an hour ago, and reached for it, but Joel was quick to snatch it away from you. 

You pinned him with a stern look. “Come on, Joel! You fixed my kitchen sink for free, paying for dinner is the least I could do—”

“A lady never pays on a date.”

Your lips parted slightly in pleasant surprise. “Oh. So this is a date?”

Joel laughed as dug his brown leather wallet out from the pocket of his jeans. “I mean, it doesn’t have to be a date if you don’t want it to be. But I still ain’t lettin’ you pay.”

“I do.” You told him softly after a minute. “I do want it to be a date,”

Joel’s eyes met yours across the table and he smiled, looking relieved. “Good. ‘Cause I would’ve been kinda crushed if you’d said otherwise.”

He dropped a couple of twenty dollar bills on the table and stood up. He noticed you about to do the same when he shot you a warning glare.

“Oh. Right.” You giggled and waited until he stood up and held his hand out to you, helping you out of your chair.

As the two made your way out of the restaurant and out to his truck, Joel didn’t let your hand go.

“Thank you again for inviting me out to dinner tonight,” You said sweetly as Joel walked you up the porch steps to your front door. You rummaged through your purse and pulled out your house keys, pausing for a brief moment as you peered shyly up at him through your eyelashes. “Would you like to come in for a drink?”

Joel’s heart skipped an anxious, but eager beat. “I think I’d really like that.”

You turned back to your door and your hand trembled slightly as you jammed the key into the keyhole to unlock it and judging by the way Joel let out a soft chuckle beside you, you were certain that he’d noticed it. You pushed the door open, closing it behind you once the two of you had slipped inside. Setting your purse and keys down, you gestured for him to follow you into your living room where you nodded for him to have a seat on the dark blue velvet couch before you walked towards the kitchen. “What’s your poison?” You called out to him over your shoulder as you began rummaging around in your cabinets for two glasses. 

“I’m partial to scotch,” he called back. He then added, “If you’ve got it, of course”

“How do you take it?”

“Neat’s just fine.”

You giggled as you prepared a glass of scotch for him and a glass of red wine for yourself. “Oh you’re just so classy, aren’t you Miller?” Before anything, you did a quick mirror check in the stainless steel toaster on the kitchen counter, making sure that not a single hair was out of place. You then took a deep breath, picked up the glasses, and walked back out into the living room. Handing Joel his glass, you took a seat beside him on the couch; you sat close to him, so close that his arm was pressed against yours. Somehow that wasn’t even remotely close enough. You wanted to be closer and hoped he felt the same. 

“By the way, thank you again for fixing the sink for me,” You told him after taking a sip of your wine. “You probably saved me a couple hundred bucks.”

“Oh, it’s nothin’ really,” Joel reassured you. He nudged your arm. “If you ever need me to take a look at anythin’ around the house, please don’t hesitate to call me. I don’t want you reachin’ out to plumblers and electricians, those crooks will see a sweet little lady like yourself and see nothin’ but fuckin’ dollar signs. I don’t want anyone takin’ advantage of you, so when you’ve got a problem, you call me first alright?”

You gazed down into the burgundy depths of your glass, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I really appreciate that, Joel.” You brought yourself to look up at him, admitting, “Now that I’m living alone, it worries me. Having to take care of this house all by myself.” 

Joel gripped his glass tightly, a hesitant expression on his face. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Of course.”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. And if it offends you in any way, you’re more than welcome to just give me a good kick in the—”

“Joel!” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at him. “Just ask me the damn question already.”

“What happened between you two?”

The smile on your face faded away, but you didn’t seem upset at him. “Well, what all have you heard?”

Taking a sip of his scotch, Joel shrugged. “Couple of rumors here and there, but I ain’t the type to believe in gossip. Would rather hear the truth from the source.”

“What did Mrs. Adler have to say about it?”

He snorted into his glass. “That you two probably could have saved your marriage had you just gone to church.”

You couldn’t help but laugh—Mrs. Adler was nice enough, but that woman could really be something else. She was always telling people they had to get right with Jesus. 

“So?” Joel prompted you. “What did he do?”

You sighed and turned your body slightly, angling it towards his. “He did quite a bit. Put me through hell, to be honest with you. But you know, I’m not the type to air someone’s dirty laundry. So, I’m not going to tell you what he did.” You paused, your fingers lightly tapping the sides of your glass. “But I’ll tell you what he didn’t do.”

Joel nodded silently, but in understanding.

“He didn’t treat me right. He didn’t treat me the way I deserved. He never wanted to spend time with me. He never wanted to be home with me, which is all I ever wanted from him. He’d travel so much for work, and when he would finally come back after being away, I would be so excited to just be with him.” You scoffed bitterly at the thought of it. “The minute he landed, he would drop his luggage off and head straight to some bar with his buddies. All I’d want is for him to just stay in with me for a night, watch a movie with me, talk with me because I missed him so much while he was gone. But he never chose me. He would never put me first, no matter how many times I asked.” You shrugged and leaned over, setting your glass of wine down on the wooden coffee table before leaning back into the couch. “It probably sounds really stupid but—”

Joel placed a hand on your bare knee, causing your flesh to erupt in goosebumps. “It doesn’t sound stupid at all.”

Finding a bit of courage, you placed your hand on top of his and continued on, “He never made me feel like I was someone worth fighting for, you know? Like my love was something worth fighting for. He made me feel like nothing, Joel. It got to the point where sometimes I believed it—I felt like I was nothing.”

Joel gave your knee a gentle squeeze. “I sure as hell hope you don’t feel that way now,” he said, his lips tugging down into a frown. “Because you’re fuckin’ everythin’.”

Your eyes flickered up to meet his and you had to silently remind yourself to breathe.

Leaning over, Joel set his glass down on the coffee table right beside yours. He turned to you and lifted his hand, touching the side of your face, his thumb delicately sweeping over the silky skin of your cheek. “A woman like you deserves the world and nothin’ less. You know that, don’t you?”

“Joel?” You whispered out his name, your heart racing in your chest at a rate that you were certain had to be much too fast for the human body to withstand. 

“Yeah?”

“Can you please kiss me?”

Joel’s hand cradled your face gingerly as he obliged, leaning in so his lips could meet yours in the kiss that he’s been aching to give you for the last yen years. He was gentle and he was sweet with it, but after a minute, he found himself lightly nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth, silently asking permission for more. He felt your lips part slightly against his and he eagerly deepened the embrace, his hand moving to the back of your head while his other found your bare knee again.

Another wave of courage washed over you and you placed your two hands on his chest, pushing him back against the soft, velvet fabric of your couch. You swung a leg over both of his and straddled his lap, your hands now clutching fistfuls of his shirt. 

Joel’s own hands went to your hips and he groaned into your kiss.

You pulled away from him, the tip of your nose lightly touching his as the two of you struggled to catch a breath.

“Let me be the one to treat you the way you deserve,” he murmured after a minute, lifting one of his hands to brush your hair back behind your shoulder; his fingertips lightly brushed against the strap of your dress, and it took every ounce of strength he had in him not to pull it down your arm. “Just give me the chance and I’ll hang the moon for you, darlin’—hell, for you I’ll hang the entire fuckin’ galaxy.”

Your heart swelling at his words, you grinned just before pressing your mouth to his once again. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Joel chuckled with a smile against your lips.

You clung to him with fervor, kissing him with a passion that had the both of you seeing stars. Your hands were everywhere, touching, feeling anything part of him you could, eliciting another groan from him as you started grinding down into his lap. Your fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel more. 

“Whoa, whoa.” Joel caught both your hands in his and let out a breathless laugh. “Hey. Slow down, sweetheart.”

You looked at him with wide eyes. “Oh I’m sorry, I-I thought you wanted—"

“Oh I do want it, trust me. Pretty sure you can feel how much I want it.” Joel chuckled again, knowing damn good and well that you could feel how hard he’d become for you as you sat in his lap. His hands toyed with the hem of your sundress. “Seein’ you in this dress all night, trust me I want nothin’ more than to have you right here, right now. But I like you way too fuckin’ much to risk messin’ this up by movin’ too fast.”

You pouted at him. 

“Oh c’mon darlin’ put that lip away.” Joel lifted his hand, taking your chin between his thumb and index finger. “All I’m sayin’ is that we ain’t gotta rush this. Trust me, you’ve got me hooked already and I don’t plan on goin’ anywhere, alright?”

You almost groaned out in frustration.

He just had to be a fucking gentleman when it came to sex, too.

You sighed in defeat, resting your hands lightly on his chest. “Fine,” You relented with a tiny eye roll, causing him to grin in amusement. You playfully poked his sternum. “But if you don’t fuck me senseless by the third date, we’re going have a problem, Miller.”

Joel groaned, feeling himself grow even harder at the way such a filthy statement had come out of a woman with the face of an angel. “Keep talkin’ like that and you’re goin’ to make it impossible for me to wait that long.”

“Maybe that’s the goal,” You winked at him.

“Just stop talkin’ and c’mere.” He pulled you forward, fusing your mouth to his once again.

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Monster (4)

Pairing: Chan or Felix x Reader

Genre: Mafia, Arranged Marriage

Warning: Language, Smuuuut [18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT READ]

Word Count: 1.8k

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@chloe-elise-2000

One | Two | Three

“This is not something that's up for negotiation.” Mr Lee says. He looks back at your sister who gives you a slightly condescending smirk before turning her head, undoubtedly changing her expression to a pout when looking at their dad. “Mia, my dear, I'm very sorry about this.” He sighs. “You let me know which one you want to marry and I'll make sure it happens.” He smiles. Mia stands up, doing a little hop as she walks over to Felix.

“I'm going to go out with this one, and then I'll go out with the other one and make my decision.” She smiles.

“He has a name.” You snap. “Try using it.”

Mia rolls her eyes as she grabs Felix by the sleeve, yanking him out of the office and you assume down the hallway and out the front door.

“Now what are you doing here?” He asks you.

“I'm.. um.. I was attacked..” you trail off as Chan's hand presses on your lower back, just hovering above your ass. He leans in, whispering in your ear. “Breathe, princess, I've got this.”

He stands up straight, taking one step in front of you, as if he was shielding you from the man who sat in front of you.

“She was threatened at the club tonight, and then attacked in her apartment. Her dad wanted to take her to a safe house but I'd rather she was here. I can protect her.” Chan says. You peek over his shoulder, just enough to see the small smile form on Mr. Lee's lips.

“You're gonna drag their shit into our house, is that it?” He asks.

“Their shit is going to be our shit once Mia marries one of us, so what's the problem?” Chan asks.

“The problem is that she's not Mia. If Mia was having issues then I'd understand, but Y/N.. I mean her own father doesn't want to marry her off, my boy. Shouldn't that raise some kind of red flag?” He asks.

“It doesn't, because you know what? There's something off with Mr. L/N, and I promise you I'll find out what.” Chan responds. Mr. Lee sits up slightly.

“What do you mean? Do you think it's something that should cut the merger?” Mr. Lee asks. “You've always had good instincts Chan, just like your father. You know I trust what you say.”

“Then trust me when I say Y/N and her problem is going to be minor compared to Mr. L/N and his problem. I know it.”

“She stays in your room. But if anyone dies Chan, it's on you.” Mr. Lee sighs, looking back down at his paperwork. Chan moves around you, pulling you behind him. He grabs your bag, taking you upstairs and down the hall. The last door on the left, He swings it open. It's a lot more bare than you expected. Black walls, black curtains, black bedspread. Minimal paintings, no pictures. His closet was organized and full of almost all black as well.

“Is black your favorite color?” You laugh.

“No, it's red, why?” He asks with a straight face. You look at him, very confused, until he cracks a smile. “Black just looks clean. I like the way it makes me feel.” He says. You could understand that, it gave off a surprisingly relaxing vibe. “You can take the bed.” He says. “I'll take the chair.” He finishes pointing to a recliner in the corner of the room.

“Absolutely not.” You say, crossing your arms. “You're not giving up your bed for me. I'll take the chair.”

“You are a lady, you get the bed.” He smiles. You walk up to him, trying to be intimidating, getting in his face.

“You're taking the bed, or you're gonna have to fight me.” You laugh. Chan looks at you, he's no longer smiling.

“You think you can take me?” He asks, cocking his head to the side. You nod your head, still confident where you stood. Until Chan grabs onto your arms, pushing you back, you fall onto the bed, with him on top of you, pinning your wrists down to the bed.

“Are you still sure?” He whispers.

You bite your lip to stop your smile, but it doesn't work as well as you hope. You place your hands on his chest, trying to push him off of you but he doesn't budge. His eyes are locked into yours as he slowly inches his face closer to yours. You're frozen as his lips slowly press down against yours. Your eyes shut immediately, focusing on what was happening in that very moment. Seconds later your lips slightly part, and Chan uses that to his advantage, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He releases your wrists, his hands now moving all around your body. You immediately grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it off the best you can. Chan breaks the kiss, sitting up to straddle you as he throws his shirt behind him. You try not to gawk at his toned chest and stomach but how could you not when he looked like a fucking Greek god? Your hands trail all over his stomach, to his pecks, taking in the full experience.

Chan chuckles as he watches you feeling his body. “Can I rub my hands all over your body now?” He asks.

“You can do whatever you want to me.” You answer. It had been so fucking long since you'd actually gotten dick at all, you were already so wet. Chan moves off of you, pulling you up with him. He grabs your shirt, pulling it over your head before he unhooks your bra. He was wasting no time at all. He cupped your breasts, sucking and nipping at each nipple.

“Oh my god, please.” You pant.

“What do you want, princess?” He asks, dropping to his knees.

“Something.. anything.. please, I'm so wet.” You groan. Chan hikes up your skirt, ripping your panties off as he pushes you back on the bed. H3 grabs your legs, yanking you towards him as he buries his face between your legs. He nips and sucks at your thighs, moving his way to your lips. He spreads them apart, using the flat of his tongue to lick up your slit. You could have cum with just that it had been so long. Your eyes roll back as Chan sucks your clit, you can feel your orgasm building in your stomach as your hands grip his bed sheets, pulling them hard. You buck your hips but Chan holds you down as he devours your soaking cunt, sloppily tongue fucking you before flicking your clit. You reach up, grabbing his hair as you pull him closer into you, grinding your cunt on his face until you can't take it anymore. You lose your breath as you cum, gasping for air as pure euphoria surges through your entire body. You swore your vision went black as you came.

You're barely down from your high when you hear Chan unbuckling his belt. He pulls down his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring free. He was thick and veiny, and it made your mouth water. He moves you towards the middle of the bed, climbing on, lifting your legs over his shoulders as he inserts himself into you, slowly pushing in, and slowly stretching you out.

“You're so fucking tight.” He groans.

“Fuck that feels good.” You cry out. You hadn't realized how much you had longed for the feeling of being filled up and so fucking satisfied until now.

Chan starts slowly thrusting into you, each time he pulls out a little, and pushes back in, it stretches you out a little more. “Faster.” You pant, needing more friction, more pounding. He does as he's told and begins slamming into you, watching your eyes roll back into your head with every thrust, listening to every pant that escapes your lips.

“Louder, princess. I wanna hear you scream.” He moans, digging his fingers into your legs as he fucks you. Your legs were rubbing together in just the right way that your already sensitive clit was getting rubbed again and this orgasm was close.

“God.. yes.. fuck my pussy.” You cry out. “just like that.”

“That's it princess.” He grunts. “You take my cock so fucking well. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock.” He groans.

It doesn't take you long after that to cum, your back arching as you grind yourself onto his cock even harder as you cover his cock. He moans loudly picking up his pace. His thrusts become sporadic, you know he's going to cum soon. His pants become heavier until he pulls out of you, jerking his cock until he cums all over your stomach. His chest heaving with his head thrown back as he milks himself for every ounce of cum.

“Ah shit.” He pants. He quickly walks to his bathroom grabbing you a cloth to wipe yourself with. Before he gives it to you, he looks at you and back at the cloth and chuckles. “Maybe a shower instead?” He asks.

“I think that would work better.” You smile. Chan hands you the cloth anyways to prevent dripping, leaving you to shower alone while he gets dressed.

When you're done, you come out into the room drying your hair with a towel. You look at Chan who's snuggled up in the chair and laugh. “That is not going to be comfortable for you.”

“No.. but it's whatever.” He smiles. You walk over to him, grabbing his hand to pull him up. You pull him to the bed, pushing him down before crawling beside him.

“You just fucked me, I think we'll be okay sleeping in bed together.” You smile at him. He laughs, covering his face.

“Yanno, for a mafia mobish guy, you're awfully friendly.” You tell him.

“If I like you I am.” He says. “You cross me though, I'll fucking kill you. I've done it before and I'll do it again.”

“Noted.” You laugh.

The two of you talked a little, until you just couldn't keep your eyes open any longer. You slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming peacefully for the first time in a while.

However, that didn't last very long, or so it felt. Hours later you and Chan are woken up by Felix busting into Chan's room.

“First of all.” Felix says, clearing his throat. “You're taking Mia out tonight.” He says, pointing to Chan. “It's your turn. Which means, Y/N, you're spending the night with me.” He grins.

“Is that why you busted in here?” Chan asks, rubbing his eyes.

“No, this is very important information.” Felix says, holding up a piece of paper.

You and Chan crawl out of the bed, standing next to Felix as he slowly turns the paper over. Your eyes go wide, mouth dropping as you look in between both men.

“I knew something was fucking going on.” Chan snaps.

You look at Felix, trying to get your words out. “It's okay, Y/N. We'll figure out what the fuck is happening.” He says, trying to make you feel better.

“I know you will.. but right now I want to know how the fuck my dad knows Seojoon and what the hell are they doing together?”

[sunshine-theseus]

Fantastic Mr Fox | Aggie Beever-Jones x reader

Word Count: 2.1k Summary: she's a cute girl and has impeccable movie taste Warnings: injuries, nothing else really. guys i love fantastic mr fox and wes anderson films, i have since i was like 4, so i love this fic. Request for - @realsociadadferminofan

Finally joining a team after being in their academy was something so unnecessarily terrifying. Joining a team after being in their rival’s academy, was possibly 10x worse.

Joining Chelsea from the Arsenal W.F.C. Academy was somewhat of an ultimate act of treason. I got DMs from Arsenal fans insulting me and calling me a traitor, ‘you’re not good enough anyway’. DMs from Chelsea fans were predominantly kinder, but I did receive a few ‘you don’t deserve to be here’ messages.

I had been sent on loan to Chelsea last season, straight out of the academy, which had been more accepted because it was seen as something I didn’t have a choice in. Now that I had officially signed with the Blues? Life was harder than it should be. I’m not particularly close with anyone yet, not thinking I was going to be staying around long enough for them to matter, and I’m having to compete to even play because of the diverse skills and experience of our players.

I met Aggie on the first day of training. I wasn’t expecting the number of new players that had joined me in signing over the summer or after the World Cup, and it was severely intimidating.

The person I could claim to be the closest to, was Niamh, which in turn meant I was some-what friends with Jessie, but the roommates had yet to arrive by the time I walked into the locker room, searching for my locker and number which had now been changed due to the apparent must for Mia Fishel to be 2 if she signed. I think I cried about it the day I found out. I had been number 2 since I was 4, clumsily kicking a ball around on horrid grass under gloomy skies, and I was forced to just give it away.

“You’re not number 2?” an unknown voice perks up beside me as I plonk down at my new cubby, the number ‘32’ looming over my head.

I turn to my left, and see a rather well put together blond, lacing up her boots. A new face, but seemingly kind. I tilt my head to the side as she looks up, having not answered the question.

“Sorry, I’ve followed you for a while. You’re always 2, aren’t you? You were last season.”

“Oh… I had to um, give it up. Mia made it a requirement to be number 2 if she signed. Didn’t even give me an option.”

“That’s pretty unfair, it’s special to you. I’m Agnes by the way. Everyone calls me Aggie.” She reaches out her hand for me to shake, which I gently do.

“Like from Fantastic Mr Fox! I’m Y/N.” I smile softly at her as I lace up my own boots.

“You know Fantastic Mr Fox?”

“It’s the best movie ever!”

“Right?!” she then pauses.

“Hey, so I don’t really know anyone here… could I stick with you?” Aggie rocks back and forth on the balls of her feet as she asks the question.

“For sure! I’m not super close with anyone yet, well I’m sort of close with Niamh and Jessie, but I’d love to stick together.” I hop up from my seat and begin to walk along side Aggie as we approach the field, the meeting room seemingly deserted to instead focus on introduction games that tie to our warmup.

~~~~~

It takes a month for me to realise I have a crush on Aggie. Neither of us having anything to do during the October/November international break except train while ¾ of the squad were out, meant a lot of time pretty much one on one. I tell Niamh straight away, the girl having become somewhat of a big sister to me, and she laughs and tells me most of the team already figured.

“Emma loves pairing you up to watch you stumble and blush.”

“What the fuck?!” the call doesn’t last much longer, as Aggie comes to collect me for our gym session, in which I am a very poor spotter for the girl as I gawk and blush as she rolls up her sleeves and lifts the weights.

~~~~~

Now a month after that, I’m sitting out altogether due to spraining my calcaneal tendon in the Champions League game against Madrid.

“This fucking suucks. Fuck Athenea. We were going to play our first ever game at Stamford Bridge together” Aggie pouts, leaning of the fence as I hobble into the seats behind the subs bench, plopping down next to Millie and Guro.

“I know. You have to score for me pretty please. And do a knee slide and give a heart when you get it.” I gingerly smile at her, and she dramatically rolls her eyes.

“Your wish is my command princess.” She jokingly gives a bow.

My mouth gaps open and closed and I feel my face burn as it’s overcome by a deep shade of red. Aggie chuckles and says goodbye before she heads back to the locker room, getting ready to start the game.

“You are down so fucking bad.” Millie teases and Guro hums in agreement.

“Am not!”

“She called you princess and you malfunctioned. It’s like your brain shuts down. You should ask her out.”

“What?! No way! She does not like me back.” The captain and the Norwegian stare at me, blinking once as their mouths drop open, scarily in sync.

“Man, if you can’t see how much she likes you, there is no hope.” Guro chuckles and turns back to the game that’s about to start.

Aggie scores in the 23rd minute. A pass from LJ sets her up and she easily puts the ball in the net. And as promised, she smoothly slides on her knees, making a heart with her hands as she glides along. She moves to take her place as they set up to start again but stops briefly and points to me with a toothy grin. It’s a small gesture to show who the goal was for, and I make a little heart in return.

“Okay! I’m fucked! Millie what do I do?” I frantically turn to the girls next to me as the whistle blows, the game continuing.

“You have to sweet talk her and like offer her your jacket or something. Honestly, she already likes you so don’t change your personality. That’s important. You got that? No changing yourself.” Millie pokes my chest.

“Aye aye captain.” I solute her before Guro adds on.

“And when you ask her out on a date, make sure it’s something you’ll both actually enjoy. Like you both love that weird fox movie, so watch that together or something.”

“Fantastic Mr Fox is much more than ‘that weird fox movie’. It’s the pinnacle of film. Wes Anderson is a fucking genius.” Guro raises her hand in fake surrender.

“Sorry.”

“But you’re right, that is a great idea. W- when do I ask her?”

“After the game.” The two older women simultaneously stress that it’s imperative I do it soon.

We win 5-1, and I rush as quickly as one can with crutches, onto the pitch to congratulate the team. I hug Niamh and LJ, talk to Emma, meet pretty much everyone, before I get to Aggie. She stands off to the side, talking to Sam and Guro, the latter spotting me and pulling Sam away to talk to god knows where.

Aggie is conveniently missing a jacket, so as I approach her, I shed my own and hold it out to her.

“You’re going to freeze.” She refuses, but I push it toward her again.

“Aggie, you’re shivering, take the coat.” Her fingers graze gently against mine and my stomach swells, my breath hitches.

“Thanks.”

“Hey… would you, maybe, you can say no, like to, I don’t know-”

“Spit it out.” She nudges me and giggles.

“Do you want to go on a date?” I rush out, avoiding looking her in the eyes, fearful of her rejection.

It’s silent. Well Aggie is silent.

“Forget i-”

“Yes. I really would like to go on a date with you.”

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely. What did you have in mind?”

~~~~~

“Now I've already had too much to drink, and I'm feeling sentimental, but I'm going to say something anyway, which nobody wants to admit, but I think is probably true: we beat 'em.” I glance at Aggie out of the corner of my eye, and I catch her wiping away a tear.

“Are you crying?”

“Nuh uh.”

“I cry 90% of the time during this speech it’s ok.” My hand inches toward Aggie’s that rests between us.

“It’s not even inherently sad Y/n. I’m just a baby.” She pouts at me as a single tear rolls down her cheek.

I take her hand, slotting my fingers between her’s. I wait for her to retract but she squeezes my hand, running her thumb against the back of it. I then turn my head, my eyes meeting her’s. The hazy blue irises bore into my own, drawing me closer. My other hand lifts to hold her cheek.

“Can I kiss you?” Aggie nods once and I lean in, our lips locking in a gentle kiss.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” her warm breath hits my lips, our foreheads pressed together. I respond by kissing her again.

~~~~~

We walk into training together. Not an unusual sight. The only difference is the short kiss we share before I turn on my crutches to head to the physio to have a check-up on my ankle. I’m stopped as I reach the locker-room doorway.

“No fucking way! You did it!” Millie comes barrelling toward me, wrapping an arm loosely around my neck in a headlock and ruffling my hair with the other.

I hear Aggie laugh and I jokingly glare back at her.

“Yes I did. Thanks to you. And Guro giving me the date idea by dissing Fantastic Mr Fox.”

“Guro what?!” Aggie exclaims. I smile and bid her goodbye.

~~~~~

“YOU’RE BACK!” I stumble as I catch Aggie on my back, the girls around us smiling and giggling as Emma sends a playful glare.

“Miss me? I was only gone a week.” Emma quickly separates us into pairs for a training exercise.

“More like forever. Why does your extended family live in Glasgow?” She takes a hold of my hand as we wait to be given a ball.

“My abuelita loves you if that makes you feel any better. And she’s never met you. It took her months to warm up to my sister’s husband.”

“Mmm, that does make me feel better, but a kiss would definitely help.” She perks her lips and I lean on my tippy toes to press my lips to her’s.

“Get a room!” Niamh calls out from across the field and I blush, hiding my face in Aggie’s neck as she wraps an arm around me. Everyone laughs before Emma sternly tells us to focus.

~~~~~

The time is slowly running out, we’re tied 1-1 and I get subbed on for Sam, joining Aggie on the front line. The 20 or so seconds tick down on the big screen as I run down the pitch, chasing Aggie, calling for the ball. She takes a shot on the goal but I notice the ball veering off course and rush forward. I jump, head making contact with the ball and body making contact with the goalkeeper before I fall to the ground.

I hear the crowd cheer but don’t move. My head aches but pain radiates across my shoulder and down my back. The whistle doesn’t blow even as I cry out, only once the final seconds pass. I feel hands pat my head, assuming I’m just exhausted. I eventually hear Aggie’s distinct voice break through the rest of the noise.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU STOP THE GAME? SHE DIDN’T GET UP SO YOU STOP THE GAME!” there are waves of outraged voices that echo around me, but I can’t do anything but cry and whisper Aggie’s name.

I begin to assess myself as I wait for someone, anyone, to come help. I can feel everything, but it hurts, I can move my fingers and my toes. My breathing is a little rough and my vision is blurred by my tears. I feel someone kneel beside me.

“Hey, hey I’m here are you ok?” I expect to hear my girlfriend’s voice but it’s Ann-Katrin.

“It all hurts. W- where’s Aggie.” I groan out as she strokes my hair out of my face.

“She’s coming. She was having a word with the ref. Asshole tried to card her. The medics and Emma are coming too.”

It takes forever to be assessed, and then I’m carried out on a backboard, Aggie holding my hand as we walk through the halls.

“Are you ok? Are you sure? Do you need anything?” She spits out question after question and I smile up at her.

“I’m okay, I’ve got you.”

“You really are a quote-unquote fantastic fox.” She grins at me and leans down to kiss my forehead.

“I want to quote Fantastic Mr Fox with you all the time.”

“You will. Once you fucking stop getting hurt.”

[liivzen]

Hiii i saw your requests are open. So i have a little something. So, I've had this daydream about post-war levi, where he has a cozy little tea shop. The reader, who is a law student, goes there to study quite frequently. She basically went there for the ambiance and kept going for the owner, if you get me :p. So yeah, it is obvious to lev that she has a crush on him, and you know you know, they talk and all that and one thing leads to another. I hope this isn't too detailed. You can let out anything you're not comfortable with, of course. Lots of luvv ~~

bruh i seriously i have an issue with tumblr. they deleated my draft i had for this. BUT ANYWAYS HIIIIIII, you’re the first person to have a request everrrr! Im so happy someone finally submitted something! I hope this is something that you like, i wish i could’ve wrote more but i am busy with finals (fucking kms). I hope i can expand on this soon though:)

nothing nsfw for now but hopefully we’ll expand on that as well 😏 Also mind the grammar or errors of any kind, I am not an english major for a reason.

You sat in a chair at a small table against the window of the little tea shop in town. Your books scattered around the table, but with no actual work getting done though however. You’re attention was on the man behind the counter with his back facing towards you making a tea for a fellow customer.

This isnt isnt the first time you’ve been at the tea shop. You started coming just to study and enjoy a tea or two. Now you stay for a completely different reason, or well person. You couldn't help put stare at his defined back, his sleeves rolled to his forarms and hands moving with skill.

Unknown to you, Levi could feel your stare, and has been feeling them for months. He could feel you staring at him right now, he tries ignoring it but in the end he always turns around and makes brief eye contact with you. You quickly looked away, breaking the eye contact and pretend to work on whatever was in front of you.

You keep working, sort of, while stealing quick glances to the man. This goes on until it starts to get dark outside and you can tell the owner is starting to clean up the shop. He slowly finishes wiping down a table next to yours and you try not to stare by pretending to work. He slowly makes it to your table now and clears his throat looking at you.

You peek up through your eyelashes before he starts saying something.

“Miss, the shop is about to close.” He says softly, looking into your eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll clean up and get out of your way.” You replied back to him, starting to pack up your stuff into the your satchel. He nods at you as a thanks, but not before setting something on the table. Confused, you pick it up.

‘come to the shop on Sunday, 6 o’clock’

You think for a second, wondering why you might have gotten this. Then your brain clicks, the shop is closed on Sundays. Heat starts to rise to your face as you look over to the man again, he’s back behind the counter, back to you cleaning tea cups. You grabbed your satchel and walk over to the counter, this time your the one to clear your throat.

“Um, can I ask you your name sir?” You ask him politely. He turns around, cup and rag in hand.

“It’s Levi.” He responds, while still cleaning the cup. You nod your head at his response, shifting on your feet nervously.

“Can I ask why you left this note Levi.” You prompt him, saying his name with a soft tone. This time he sets the tea cup down and leaning on the counter slightly.

“Well I was hoping I could see the pretty girl thats always in my shop, but on her own.” He replied with a bit of red on his cheek as well. You hum at his answer, thinking about what you’re going to respond with. After a moment of silence Levi opens his mouth,

“If you’re not comfortable-“

“Ok, Mr. Levi.” You interrupt him before he can get his full sentence out. He stares at you for a second and nods his head.

“Ok then, I’ll see you sunday then?” He clarifies.

“I’ll see you on Sunday Mr.Levi.” You smile at him, a small blush on your face. You turn around and start to walk out the door, the little bell atop it chiming when it’s opened. You turn your head over your shoulder one last time and wave at him. Levi gives a small smile back, hands returning to clean tea cups. Walking out with a blush and a smile on your face you have one little thing on your mind now, nothing related to school work.

You have a date this Sunday.

[zombiequeenblog]

I often wonder about the first time Copia saw Mouse. How he perceived her and chose to be his. What was it about her, in a Ministry full of Sisters and Brothers who would willingly give themselves to him for passion and lust? Why her? What did she have that he wanted?

Thank you for your lovely ask! You've inspired me to write the following, and I hope you enjoy:

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The first time he saw her, he nearly didn’t. Merely a glimpse of a pale face framed by darker hair, disappearing with a faint step around a dim corner, quiet as a church mouse. In his many years coming and going from here, he had heard many tales of the abbey’s resident ghosts (primarily from Terzo), but never had he actually perceived anything among the cloistered halls. Well, of course not.. what utter nonsense!

The Cardinal was on his way to his own unwelcoming haunt. Walking briskly through older passageways lit only the more poorly as he went, he stalked his own solitude as usual. A long night of his own dark interests awaited him; thoughts he kept to himself, and deeds unwitnessed by any. He sought his own time and pleasure down here, alone and unbothered just as he preferred, and yet… the sound of that little scuttling step seemed to echo within his mind. It was odd.

The second time he came upon her slight form was as he walked by in a dim and musty hallway, almost stepping on her honestly as she was kneeling, his monk straps ultimately skirting by unconcerned. She didn’t even look up. Quietly, he ascended a staircase just above, where he could pause and observe in secret her little toiling. She was real, then, but who was this little creature?

Racking his brain for only a minute, he recalled Sister Imperator mentioning a recent hire. She wasn’t a new convert then, which was obvious from her lack of habit. No, she was dressed like some kind of a maid, rather inconveniently it seemed, by the way she idly pulled down the hem of her short skirt as she carefully shuffled along on her knees, apparently scrubbing the hall baseboards with great concentration. The Cardinal shook his head a little, Sister had an archaic passion for old-fashioned dress to match the institution. Not that he really objected, mind you… it gave him a certain dignity to don the gloves and such, a power he found much pleasure in. His gaze lingered, finding pleasure in this unsuspecting domestic as well. The sleeves of her button-down were rolled up to expose delicate wrists, her dainty ankles hidden from his gaze in knee-high stockings. The sight of her body, done up so primly yet left vulnerable in the trappings of troublesome clothes just to look pretty, did something to him.

The Cardinal was a quiet admirer of beauty, and she appeared to be beautiful in a quiet way. Solitary and sweet, far too young for him if he were being proper, but he was far from proper, wasn’t he? No one knew the terrible things which brewed darkly within him, had always brewed… stronger and stronger. He stared at her pert little ass for a moment, and wondered what her panties looked like; he could have seen if she wasn’t pressing her thighs together so tightly. Vexing little thing. 

Someone was coming down the hallway towards her, and the Cardinal slunk back into the shadows for some reason. His natural reaction annoyed him; why should he feel guilty standing in his own damn home, leering at the help? 

It was Papa Secondo, and Copia stayed unnoticed where he was. Secondo stopped beside her, watching grimly, and when she felt sufficiently self-conscious she sat back on her haunches, her fine hair almost tumbling out of its precarious knot. 

“Well hello, girl.”

“Oh! Your… um… Excellency! My… my apologies…” The dulcet tones of her voice matched the rest of her, and Copia strained his ears to hear more of it.

“Quite alright, dear,” said Secondo, “I can see you’re busy, but I thought I might suggest…” He cocked his bald head down towards the scrub-brush in her hands. “Push along the grain of the board, it’s easier on the caulking, you know…”

The girl looked down at her task for a moment, and nodded her head. “Yes. Yes, of course, Your Excellency… Th… thank you!” Copia felt his gloved fingers twitching, an urge to pull the ribbon out of her hair almost taking him over.

“You’re welcome, dear.” Secondo continued on his way down the hall, and the girl went back to her work, altering her technique. 

Copia rolled his eyes; the old man was simply being supercilious. Who gave a fuck how the baseboards were cleaned? He continued to watch the girl for a minute, and when she fancied herself alone again, he noticed her pointedly go back to her previous scrubbing motion. Copia felt a little grin wash over his face; she had some spirit inside her, apparently. He liked that. 

The Cardinal continued to watch her in silence, enjoying perhaps too much the sight of her on all fours, her skirt continuing to ride up to his dark appreciation. She worked so quietly, was so quiet, and he found himself wondering what it would be like to provoke her to noise… a sweet cry or scream. She looked like she had many screams inside her.

Suddenly, stopping her motion abruptly, the girl reeled back and stiffened, holding her hand up with a faint cry. “Damn it…” he heard her exclaim, softly. She squeezed the side of her palm with her other hand, rocking back and forth for a second, and he could see a thin trickle of blood running down her wrist, even in the dim light. Poor little thing, but she didn’t even cry! He wondered if he could make her cry. 

The girl let out a little moan, sweeter than he could have even hoped for, and the Cardinal felt something less sweet stirring deep inside him. For a moment, he felt an overwhelming urge to rush forward, and subject the girl to a further kind of violence he had never indulged in before. 

Restraining himself, he stayed in the shadows, and watched her kneel there, biting her sweet lip for a moment as she looked upwards into the dull hallway light, finally breathing out her pain with a little sigh he wished he could capture. She couldn’t see him, thankfully, couldn’t see how the Cardinal stiffened his body against the wall, another part of him stiffening in such a way that he knew he’d have to relieve promptly, by himself in private. He stared at her, imagining ways he could make her do it. Force her to take him. Copia bit his own lip; she was fairly vexing, wasn’t she? And entirely unaware of it. Perhaps that was a part of her quiet charm.

With the way his intense gaze was fixed upon her, perhaps it wasn’t so strange when she finally glanced behind her shoulder with a slight shiver. Did she believe in dark things lurking in the shadows? He thrilled to see her uneasiness, the way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Eventually, she gathered her things and left, stealing quietly away down the darkened hall, a ghost herself, and the Cardinal didn’t trust himself to move until she had disappeared from his sight entirely. Now was not the time to pounce. But soon… by Satan, soon… He almost felt a kind of pity at what he knew he was going to do to her.

She continued to haunt him, and the first words he ever spoke to her were an apology.

[emma23]

Echoes in the dark :

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Y/N zipped up her jacket as the crisp autumn air nipped at her cheeks. Peter walked beside her, clutching a brown paper bag with the remnants of their late-night bodega run. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, catching his usual lopsided grin as he rambled about a science experiment gone hilariously wrong.

“And then Ned poured the vinegar directly into the beaker instead of—are you even listening?” Peter asked, nudging her playfully.

“Yes, Mr. Parker,” she teased, mimicking their chemistry teacher’s tone. “Your groundbreaking experiment will no doubt change the world of...what was it again? Exploding volcanoes?”

“Ha-ha.” He rolled his eyes. “I’ll have you know it was exothermic reactions, thank you very much.”

“Same difference,” she said, popping a gummy bear into her mouth.

Peter paused mid-step, his playful demeanor softening as he glanced at her. “You’ve got a little something…” He pointed to the corner of her lip.

She swiped at it with her sleeve. “Gone?”

“Almost.” He hesitated, his hand reaching up, thumb brushing her cheek softly to remove the sticky residue. Her breath caught at the small gesture, but she quickly shook it off. They’d been together for months now, and yet Peter still managed to make her heart race with the simplest touches.

“Thanks, Spidey.”

“No problem, Bug.” His smirk returned, and they continued walking.

The night took a sharp turn when they heard it—a guttural growl that echoed through the empty streets.

“What was that?” Y/N whispered, her eyes darting around nervously.

Peter stopped abruptly, his Spidey senses on high alert. “Stay close.”

From the shadows emerged creatures that defied logic. Twisted forms with glowing eyes and gnashing teeth. Y/N’s instincts screamed to run, but her feet remained glued to the pavement.

“Y/N,” Peter said firmly, his voice taking on the no-nonsense tone she rarely heard. “Run.”

She hesitated, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Y/N, I mean it. Run!” His voice echoed in her head—except his lips hadn’t moved.

Her stomach dropped. “Wait…did you just—”

“Not the time to question it!” he yelled aloud, flipping forward to intercept the creatures as she took off down the alley.

By the time they were safe in his room, Peter was pacing, his hands raking through his hair.

“That was insane,” he muttered. “What were those things? And—why could you hear me?”

Y/N sat on his bed, her knees pulled to her chest. “I don’t know. I mean, I heard you. Like, in my head. Not in the usual ‘you’re yelling at me’ way.”

Peter froze mid-step, his face pale.

“What?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

“It’s…uh…” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Kind of a thing. A, um, mate thing.”

“Mate?”

“Yeah. Like, soulmates.” He rushed the words out. “Only, it’s super rare, and usually there’s some kind of magic or connection involved, and—”

“Peter,” she interrupted. “Are you saying we’re…soulmates?”

His cheeks flushed crimson. “Maybe?”

She blinked at him, processing. Then: “This is because I stole your last slice of pizza last week, isn’t it? The universe is punishing me.”

“Y/N, I’m serious!”

“Me too!” She threw her hands up, exasperated. “What does this even mean? Are we supposed to get matching tattoos now or something?”

Peter groaned, flopping onto the bed beside her. “I don’t know! I didn’t exactly get a soulmate handbook with my powers.”

They sat in silence for a moment before Y/N turned to him. “So…if we’re mates, does that mean we can, like, always hear each other?”

Peter glanced at her sheepishly. “I think it only happens in moments of, uh, heightened emotions.”

“Great.” She flopped onto her back. “So every time I’m about to die, I’ll get your voice in my head yelling at me.”

“Not every time,” he said defensively.

She snorted. “Good to know.”

He turned to look at her, his eyes softening. “This is a good thing, right? I mean, I know it’s weird, but…”

Y/N rolled onto her side to face him. “It’s a very weird thing. But…” She hesitated, a small smile creeping onto her lips. “It’s also kind of…nice?”

His grin returned, brighter than ever. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. As long as you don’t use it to nag me about my decisions. I’m already bad enough at making those.”

“Deal.”

The night ended with Peter wrapped around her, their laughter echoing softly in the small room.

“You know,” she said, resting her head on his chest. “If this soulmate thing turns out to be a scam, I’m going to sue the universe.”

He chuckled, kissing the top of her head. “Noted. But I don’t think we’ll need to worry about that.”

“Why not?”

“Because if this is a scam, it’s the best one I’ve ever fallen for.”

“Wow,” she said dryly. “Cheesy and romantic. The perfect combo.”

“Admit it. You love it.”

She smirked, closing her eyes. “Shut up, Parker.”

As they drifted off to sleep, Peter murmured, “Good night, Bug.”

“Good night, Spidey.”

Silence settled—until Y/N added, “By the way, you still owe me pizza.”

Peter groaned. “I knew this soulmate thing would bite me in the ass.”

[nkirukaj]

vVv is for Voe (13)

Pairing: StaticBeau & RadioBeau

Warnings: Swearing;

Genre: Humor! Angst!

Word Count: 2.1K

<Chapter 12

13. Eat Me

“Guys I know this might be a difficult decision but I think we could all benefit from extending some compassion,” Charlie says to the group as Voe stands just inside the entrance

“Uh…why would we extend compassion ta her?” Angel asks “Just a question,”

“Because, she’s a sinner, just like you!”

Angel looks up from his phone, he shrugs “I don’t know, Lucifer whatdya think?”

Lucifer clears his throat “Well I for one agree that all sinners should be welcome, but I’m not so sure about..ahem cunts,”

Voe squints at him, but keeps her mouth shut. Only tightening the grip on her wrist

“Dad!” Charlie slaps his arm

“Maybe we should take it to a secret vote,” Angel sits up

Charlie gets excited “Oooh!”

“Or maybe we should stop wasting time,” Alastor appeared behind them, stepping up into the parlor

Lucifer mumbles “Who made you facility manager?”

The demon turns to the angel “Your daughter,” and dusts off his sleeves “Whoever thinks that we should let the pitiful doe stay here, raise your hand,” Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, and Alastor raise their hands “Now whoever does not,”

Lucifer, Cherri Bomb, Niffty, and Husk raise their hands

“Wait a minute…are there eight of us? Holy shit!” Cherri cracks up at the situation

“I don’t know what’s happening!” Niffty interjects “But I raised my hand!”

Vaggie puts her hands on her hips “Maybe the person that wants to stay here should convince one of us to change their mind,” she looks at Voe “You’ve been awfully quiet,”

“My mouth has gotten me in a lot of trouble today,”

“Well, let it get you out of trouble,” she crosses her arms “Why should we let you stay here?”

“Speech!” Cherri yells

Angel slaps her arm “Shut up bitch! Ya voted against her!” he smiles

“I know! Change my mind! Or don’t!”

Voe blows out some air and puts her hands behind her back, rocking on her feet. “Can everyone…stop looking at me,”

“Why?” Charlie asks

“I thought you liked attention,” Alastor added smugly

She looks everywhere but at them “Because….if you look at me I’m gonna cry,” she answers honestly

“Okay, everybody turn around,” Charlie orders them, and they do

“Um…if I’m being honest you probably shouldn’t let me stay,”

“Ah, the old switcheroo. Reverse psychology,” Cherri adds

“Shut up bitch,” Angel says and they laugh

Voe waits for them to finish. “You shouldn’t let me stay because I’ve been unkind, rude, and deceitful.” she pauses and takes her time continuing “I know that in my mind my actions made sense, but I have to remember that not everyone knows why I do the things I do. But I think that if you do let me stay, it says more about you than me. In a good way,” she adds “It tells me that you are kind and forgiving. Not petty and unjust, and I guess people with those traits are people I should be around. I mean, that’s Charlie’s whole dream for the Hotel in the first place, right? If I stay here and I spend my time around people like you, who were willing to let a person who lied to them for months stay, smothering me with goodness,” she laughs a little, a tear rolling down her cheek “Imagine what I could be,” Tears start rolling down her eyes and her words come out as sobs “I’m finished now,” she tells them. Voe looks down to avoid them seeing her cry and it’s complete silence when they turn around. 

Charlie breaks the silence “Okay, so who’s in favor of letting her stay now?”

She, Vaggie, Angel, and Alastor raise their hands once more. Voe hangs her head in shame at not being able to convince anyone to change their minds when she hears Lucifer’s voice 

“Damn it,” he runs his hand through his hair and then raises it. Voe’s head shoots up and she stares at him in disbelief. He looks back at her and shrugs “I just wanna give you a chance,”

“Yay!!!” Charlie comes to hug her as her tears fall on Charlie’s shirt

Voe keeps eye contact with Lucifer Thank you, she mouths and he nods back.

Alastor had taken it upon himself to be the one to walk her to her room, even though it was the same room she had been in before. She was wiping the tears off her face and walking behind him when he spoke.

“That was quite an…interesting display, my dear,”

Voe scoffs “Whatever,”

He looks back at her and raises a brow, continuing on

“You raised your hand for me to stay,” she teases

“Aren’t you supposed to be working on being a good person and not gloating? You’re not here because of me, you’re here because of him.” he scoffs “And I hate him, but if those tears were real, then I suppose you owe him an apology,”

She hangs her head down “I just thought it was interesting that you wanted me to stay,”

“Hmm, probably to see the stupid look on your face. How is it with the Vees by the way?”

She grimaces “I don’t wanna talk about it,”

“Hmm then maybe don’t gloat about it,”

“I’m not,”

“You do realize, that we’re not friends. I don’t like you,”

She rolls her eyes “That’s why I was surprised you voted for me to stay,”

“Hmm, here to get more information out of me?”

Voe lowers her voice “No,”

“Then I’ll be on my way, have a good night!” he calls after her as he walks away

“Wait,” he turns his head around to face her “I know this might be a big ask, but could you stay?”

“Excuse me?” he turns his body as well

She shakes her head “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that. Why would you wanna stay with me?” tears flood the bottoms of her eyes and she quickly wipes them away before turning and entering her room and closing the door behind her. 

Alastor stands and thinks for a moment. He shakes his head and against his better judgment enters the rooms after her. She doesn’t notice when he enters, as her head is in her hands. He twirls his cane in his fingers and plants down on the ground. 

“What exactly did you need?” his voice seeps out from behind his teeth. She looks up and has tears streaming from her eyes and quickly tries to wipe them away “Why are you crying?” he asks in a voice that is slightly disgusted and condescending

She sniffles and uses her sleeves on her eyes “I’m not,” she lies

“What are you sweating through your eyes?” he asks skeptically

Voe sniffles some more “No,” she sits up “I’m not doing anything,” blinking and turning her eyes up to stop the tears from falling

“I thought you felt bad about lying,”

“I know what I said,” she looks away from him

“Okay, so you’re perfectly fine?”

She doesn’t answer, just sniffling some more.

“Well, I suppose I should say good night then,”

Voe slaps her knees “Alastor,” he turns to face her once more “I don’t like people seeing me cry,”

“Why?”

She scoffs and laughs “Would you let anyone see you cry?”

He plants his cane between his legs “I don’t cry,”

She laughs “Sure you don’t,”

Alastor furrows his brows “Did you need me in here for something?”

She looks up at him with her moist eyes “I just….wanted company,” she admits

“Now, was that so hard?” there’s an uptick in his grin

Voe plays with her fingers “Yes, it was,”

He rolls his eyes and sits down on the bed near her. A moment goes by before she breaks the silence.

“Do you hate me?”

“Why would I hate you?” he asks sarcastically

“You have lots of reasons to hate me, but I want to know if you do. Because I don’t think you’d be sitting here if you did,”

He hums a bit “I dislike you strongly, and I do not trust you,” he begins “But you’re right, I don’t hate you,”

She looks at him “I don’t hate you either,”

“Well, why would you?” he grins “I haven’t done anything wrong!”

She smiles a bit and turns to him “Yeah, but you’re still an asshole,”

“You’re a liar,”

“I know,”

He holds the cane in place “Look at us, getting to know each other better,”

Voe laughs dryly “I usually avoid crying, but I don’t know what happened this time,”

“Conscience getting the best of you?”

“I guess,” she sighs “You have no idea how hard it is to be me,” He purrs sarcastically, and she rolls her eyes “You don’t! Nobody does!”

“All that lying must be so hard!”

She drops her hands “Do you even know why I lied? Yeah, you don’t,”

“Fame, fortune, attention?”

“It’s more than that. Something intangible that’s just out of my reach. And if I’m going to get it I can’t be crying and baring my soul to everyone,”

“Aren’t you deep?”

She furrows her brows “I hold my head high no matter what happens because I and that bitch!”

Alastor ‘mumbles’ “You’re a bitch all right,”

Voe squints “You think you’re better than me,” she concludes “Looking down on me like you’re on some sort of moral high ground,” she sounds more disgusted the more she goes on. She pokes him in the chest as he stands unmoving “Newsflash you’re a serial killer Alastor!” she stands as well “Not exactly the person to be judging me! At least the things I do are to achieve a goal! You do them for some sick twisted or even sexual satisfaction. I’m morality you’re worth less than a shit stain!”

Alastor’s tentacles spring forward, pinning her to the door and wrapping around her small frame.  

“Watch your mouth,”

“I’m a bit tired of people telling me to watch my mouth,”

“Well, my dear you have to earn the right to run it,” he steps closer to her “Now I know what you mean about it getting you into trouble,” he tuts “Even the other employees know not to speak to me like that,”

She closes her eyes and opens them halfway “Are you going to kill me for it? Tear my soul apart?” She inhales “Yeah…know your deal. But I will not give you the satisfaction of my scream,”

“Hmm,” he muses “Ǎ̵̯r̴̭͐ȅ̸̫ ̸̼̊ẏ̶͇o̴̟͋u̸͉͠ ̸̦̓ș̵̀ụ̵͘r̸̮͑ḛ̴̛?̷̯̀” he raises her with his tentacles and lowers her towards him. Alastor unhinges his jaw like a python and brings her closer to his open mouth

She struggles on the tentacles “You’re gonna eat me?” 

“Mm yes, most certainly. I will devour you,”

Voe laughs “That’s what he said,”

“Excuse me?” He raises a brow “That is what I said,”

She continues laughing

“I don’t understand the joke,” his form grows large and monstrous

“Whoa,” Voe stares at his new form “Are you still gonna eat me?” she giggles

He narrows his eyes “You are a strange strange woman,”

Voe smirks “Kinda digging this look actually,”

“Dig all you want, I still don’t like you,”

“You don’t have to, can you put me down?”

He drops her on her ass, returning to his normal form. “Oh, my mistake,” he says sarcastically

Voe stands and rubs her butt “Could’ve dropped me somewhere soft, like on the bed. Do you always eat people?”

Alastor shrugs “Hmm,”

She steps closer to him “Do you really dislike me?”

Alastor closes his eyes “I’m not sure yet,”

“I think you like me actually,”

“Hmmm, shame I can’t trust you though,”

She gives him a coy look “So you do like me. That’s why you didn’t eat me,”

“Shame I can’t trust you,”

Voe steps even closer to the Radio Demon “Hmm, or maybe,” she grabs his sleeve “That’s not how you want to eat me,”

“I don’t know what you’re referring to,” He turns his eyes down to her

She looks up at him submissively, grabbing his other sleeve “We never talked about our kiss,”

“Hmm, what is it you’d like to talk about?”

“You kissed me back,”

“I did, didn’t I?”

Voe nods once “You did,”

“I’m not sure. Maybe it was the pent-up rage,”

“Wanna get rid of the rest of it?” She asks suggestively

Alastor leans down and lifts her chin, he stops less than an inch away from her lips “Not tonight,”

Voe laughs in disbelief “Are you serious?”

“Have a good night,” he shadows out of the room

Chapter 14>

[dde719]

BDAY

Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Namjoon x reader

WC: 1.7k

Tags:

Rough Oral sex- male receive

Photo shoot

Threesome F/M/M

Vaginal Fingering

Slight daddy kink

Double penetration two holes

Double creampie

An: This one-shot was made for my dear friend's bday. The inspiration for this fic came from an edit where JK was lying across the couch with a camera in his hand. Shout-out to the owner and Creator of this edit, you are truly talented and amazing💜. This was written to Acquainted by The Weeknd.

**Credit to the owner of the gifs**

Your bday just seemed like every other normal day but you wanted to do something special and get a photoshoot done to feel extra nice for the evening. You spoke with some friends and they told you about an amazing new photographer in town. They highly recommended him to you after many months of thought and preparations. You spoke with him on the phone to get all of the details of the date and what you're looking for. Your friend Olivia squealed, "Girl, you're gonna leave the shoot feeling like a brand new bitch." Rolling your eyes at her, "Girl, it's just pictures, Chill out homie." She starts to blush, "Uh huh, sureee... You'll see very soon." On August 16, after work, typing in his address to the studio and drove to where he was located. Driving down the bumpy roads and passing a few streets with abandoned buildings. You were turning down the music to make sure this was the building he was working out of. 

Why would a photographer work in this part of town? You thought to yourself while stepping out of the car and walking towards the building. Staring at the address on your phone 613 Euphoria Ave then at the ugly building in front of you, gulping hard when you knock on the door. A stunning man with the biggest brown eyes, and dark hair framing his face, tattoos, and piercings. Your eyes lit up, "Hello... Are you Jungkook?" He towers over you staring down, "Yeah, you're here for our session... Did you bring extra clothes?" He motions for you to come in and the halls were painted dark with small details etched in the walls, chandeliers that were made of rectangular panels. You're heels clack on the hardwood floor, and you take a deep breath, "Ugh yes... Here." Opening your bag and showing him the clothes, he deeply chuckles, "These aren't going to work." Rolling your eyes, "What?! Why not, these are perfect fo-"  "Your friends obviously didn't tell you what kind of..." His words trail off as he heads for the door, "I'll be back, wait for me here."

You plop down on the couch fumbling with your thumbs, awaiting his return. Looking at the bowl on his coffee table that held assorted condoms. You were texting Olivia:

 Just as you were about to respond again, he returned with the camera around his neck, wearing the tiniest boxers... Choking on nothing, "Fuck.... Um, I like your tattoos." He smirks, "Time to strip my dear, My next client is coming in two hours." Chuckling loudly, "Strip?! What kinda-" "You're wasting my time," licking his lips, "it's a boudoir shoot... So either get naked or leave my studio." Thankfully you wore cute underwear this evening.

Removing your pants and shirt, just as you're about to remove the shoes, he bellows, "Those stay on," cocking his head to the side looking at your curves, "I'll be right back." He brings you thigh-high stockings still in the package, and wiggles his eyebrows, "Put these on." Smirking up at him, "Yes, sir." Nervously sitting on the couch, your face is getting warm when he says, "I like your tattoo sleeve too... Now lay on your back and touch one hand to your face." Snapping some pictures he says, "Ok, now pout your lips, blow a kiss, wink." He wants you to do more advanced poses so he put down the camera and positioned your body in different ways, his hardening bulge rubs against you.

His lips graze yours and he grabs your hands, guiding them up your body and places them on your breast. He whispers, "Are you good? Feel free to do as you please so I can capture those sexy faces." Grabbing your legs and resting them on the back couch cushion and his dick rubs on your forehead. He smiles down at you, "Ahh, very good... Hold that pose." He goes back to the other couch and tells you to relax and pretend you're being fucked. Your face scrunches, "Um, is this what you do with all of your clients." He giggles while taking more shots, "Most of them," looking at you through the camera, "Open your legs... squeeze your tits together." After snapping a few more pictures he tells you there's not enough passion in your face. He leads you to his room, lays you on the bed, and makes a phone call.

"Hyung... You're still in the studio right, we need your help." You sigh on the bed with your eyes closed and can't believe what is happening. Your head shoots up when you feel the weight shift on the bed and a man speaking, "What do you need me to do Kook?" He looks down at you, "Hello gorgeous... I'm Namjoon, Nice to meet you." Smiling at the beautiful tall man with dimples that is nestled between your thighs. "Just do whatever feels right so I can get the best expressions." Before you can say anything, he roughly pins your legs down, grinding into you. The fabric of your thong was soaked as his hips rolled hard into yours. Instantly moaning while Jungkook takes pictures, Joon smiles watching you writhe from his touch and shove two fingers in your mouth. Your moans are muffled and vibrate around them. He slides your thong to the side, takes out his fingers soaked in your saliva, and shoves them into your tight wet cunt. Screaming, "Oh fuck," when he pumps them in and out of you rapidly. Your muscles squeeze around his long slender fingers while his other hand grips your inner thigh. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, leaving you wanting more, he senses this and his big plump lips lick slowly on your clit while he fingers you. He begins to hum around your sensitive bud the faster his tongue flicks. You squeeze your breasts together, biting your bottom lip, and moaning through gritted teeth.

The camera flashes, looking in Namjoon's direction, his eyes locking with yours when he eats you out. Whimpering before your orgasm erupts all over his tongue, his face. He pauses for a minute and asks, "Do you want me to fuck you?" Staring at the beautiful man on top of you, "Y-yes." He laughs at you, "Call me Daddy." Rolling your eyes, "Ughh, what?!" His large hand slaps your clit, causing you to wince in pain, "You heard me..." He rubs and soothes your aching pussy before landing another slap on it. Gripping the sheets in your hands, "Yes, Daddy..." He lines up to your entrance and pounces fast and hard into you. Your eyebrows furrow when you feel a barbell ring on his thick long shaft. Clenching tightly around him, "Oh shit... Ah-ahhhh, fuck."

He bites his lip, "You take me so well princess," his hips rapidly bounce into yours. Tears roll down your face, and you don't notice Jungkook standing closer, taking more pictures. Jungkook blurts out, "Ahh good, wrap your hands around his neck." Obiediently you listened to his command and used your arm with the tattoos on it to grip tight. You moan louder the harder he thrust into you, he grunts, "You like that." Whimpering, "YES," he pounces harder into you, "Yes WHAT! HMMM." Smiling, "Yes Daddy... Mmmm." Suddenly opening your eyes when your dragged to the edge of the bed with your head laying off of the side. Namjoon nudges between your legs, places them on his shoulder, and pounds hard into you while Jungkook's bare tip rubs your mouth, as permission to enter.

His hips rapidly snap, causing his thick girthy length to fill every space of your mouth. Feeling his member glide past your tonsils, his mouth hangs open when you close tight around him. He grumbles, "Oh fuck," your hands tightly grip his ass while his balls slap against your face. Namjoon quickens the pace and moments later, you gush all over him. Your legs tremble and quake then you pull Jungkook out of your mouth, stroking him hard and rough. He groans your name and then leaves the room to search for lube. He returns to the bed and lays down, squirting a generous amount and rubbing it on. He was glistening, "Bring your ass here." Slowly crawling towards him and getting in reverse cowgirl position. Sitting on his erection bouncing up and down while Namjoon rubs your clit in large circles. Your hips buck wildly and he pushes you down so your back presses against Kookie's large chest. He spreads your legs further apart and aggressively rolls his hips. His lips slightly parted and he whimpered, "Damn girl," while pulling down your bra licking and sucking on your nipples. Your hand runs through his hair then Jungkook's hand grasps your throat from behind. His fingers leave a print the harder he holds you. Feeling dizzy, overstimulated, your body tingles, and out of breath as another pending orgasm sneaks up on you. Namjoon bites on your chest, leaving bright red marks then slaps your face as he releases into you.

He pulls out and takes over the camera, snapping pictures when Jungkook holds your hips steady and thrusts harder from underneath. He grunts, "Yeah, uhhh, yeahhh." Your bodies are thumping together and you feel his warm cum empty inside your tight ass. You grip his calves, catching your breath, smiling while Joon takes more pictures. He smiles, "You did amazing, love." You were panting, "Um thank you guys for an amazing session... I hope to return." Moving your hips forward until Jungkook hard dick slips out of your ass, "When do I get the pictures?" He slaps your ass so hard, it stings, leaving a bright red handprint, "Soon, You're going to look so hot... Come, I'll show you where the bathroom is." You get washed and changed, hugging the men tightly, blushing all the way home. You plopped on the couch in your house, giggling because what was meant to be a normal day, turned out to be one of the best nights of your life.

[eggcompany]

Loving A Special Man Part 1

Alucard, who works in a library and loves to chat with his favorite patrons and utter failure at dating, is asked out by a couple who often come in to joke with him and to talk about everything. Trevor and Sypha are just... so great. He loves them so much. But he really hasn't had sex in so long and well... he needs some practice. By himself. Before wearing his sexiest lingerie and offering himself up on a silver platter.

However nothing ever goes as planned.

“Hey Alucard” Said the petite woman as she finally found the blonde librarian amongst the graphic novels. 

“Oh hello Sypha! Hello Trevor! What’re you guys looking for today?” The man asked as he stood up, dusted off his knees, and smiled. He loved chatting with the couple, Trevor always with his snappy remarks and dirty jokes, and Sypha with her curiosity and hunger for a new exciting novel. They were always so kind to him, brushing his hair out of his face, offering him rides home, paying him compliments. They’d come in late and stay till closing, usually lending a hand putting books away while they chatted about everything. 

“You.” Trevor answered, leaned against the shelves beside Alucard, who stared at him in shock and confusion. It was… It was noon, they never came in this early and why were they looking for him?

“Wh-what?” He asked, looking between the two of them. Since the… incident with those twins he didn’t like being… cornered like this. But it was Sypha and Trevor and they were so nice and caring and never made him feel bad. 

“We were looking for you. Do you want to go on a date with us?” Sypha asked bluntly. They’d been trying to get Alucard to go on a date with them for weeks. Asking if he wanted to get a cup of coffee or dinner or a drink. They’d been flirting with him non-stop for at least a month. Telling him he looked nice, that he should wear one particularly tight pair of slacks more often, that he had beautiful eyes, that they love his smile even though he was a bit self conscious of his teeth since he had ‘fangs’. They called him nicknames, sweetheart, baby, Ally. They realized Alucard required a more direct approach. 

And even then he was looking between them both like they'd just said he was the queen. 

“I…um… me?” Alucard asked again, hand coming up to his chest just to make sure they were asking him . People usually just asked him for sex and even then he never said yes. He’d only been on.. Six? Dates in his whole life and half of those ended up with him getting ditched and ghosted. People just didn’t like how quiet he was or how self conscious he was or that he didn’t drink. 

Sypha smiled sweetly and Trevor put his huffed a laugh. 

“Yeah C'mon we can just go down to the diner if you want. When’s your lunch?” Trevor asked, looking up at the clock that was across the room. He was starving, plus he wanted to stare at the pretty boy some more. Alucard looked at his wrists, exposed from his rolled up white button down’s sleeves. He realized he wasn’t wearing his watch or maybe it was in his coat pocket back in the main office. 

“Oh okay, um I-I don’t know the time” He said, cheeks heating up with embarrassment, he was completely messing this up. 

“It’s 1:20, sweetheart” Trevor said and Alucard pushed his way between them, walking to the main offices to get his coat and clock out for lunch and tell Marion he was going to lunch. They followed behind him, Sypha shooting Trevor and big grin and he gave her a thumbs up. 

“Oh I should have already gone to lunch then I always end up working through it and I shouldn’t” Alucard rambled and walked into the office, leaving the door open so the two could still see him throwing his long black coat on after pulling his sleeves down. 

“Cmon then, we can just walk” Sypha said excitedly, it would give her the chance to hold Alucard’s hand and time for them to talk more. 

Alucard leaned over his desk to quickly type in that he was going on lunch, and Trevor looked , because, well, obviously. Alucard had the cutest little ass, begging to be grabbed. 

“Yes of course such a nice day out I need- I need to get my jacket though” Alucard said and tried his best to quickly gather up his phone and wallet and-

“Relax Alucard, we’re not in a hurry.” And like balm to a burn, he took a big breath and calmed down. It was just his friends or… soon to be more than friends. 

---

It was so easy to talk, tell stories, and be slightly affectionate with each other. The diner was noisy and comfortable, warm and smelled like breakfast 24/7. It was easy for Alucard to sit down on one side of the booth and lay his coat next to him… and then pull it over his slap given he was nearly shivering. There was a fan behind him but he ignored it easily while listening to Sypha talk about the origins of teas. 

“I know absolutely nothing about any of this.” Trevor said around a mouth full of food. They each had plates full in front of them and Alucard had daintaly eaten a few bites but he was too focused on Sypha’s words. 

He looked over at Trevor, the big muscly man who looked so… warm. Alucard looked down at his plate and moved some eggs around with his fork. 

“Um actually.. can- could you sit over here? Please?” Alucard asked and patted the bench next to him. 

“Sure” Trevor said and swung himself around to plop down next to Alucard who was blushing and grinning down at the table. 

“Embarrassingly enough, I’m absolutely freezing. I get cold pretty easily… I just wanted to…” Alucard explained and put Trevor’s arm over the back of the bench and snuggled in close to his side, sighing when he felt the heat radiating off the larger man.

When he glanced up from where he’d shoved his cold nose into the side of Trevor’s chest Sypha was mouthing something but stopped short. 

Sypha smiled when she saw Alucard looking at her. She’d been mouth ‘ he’s so fucking cute’ to her boyfriend. 

“That’s alright, Frosty.” Trevor said and let his arm hold the blonde in close, rubbing up and down his back to warm him up. Syph held her hand up to her mouth, like she was a kid telling a secret, and loudly whispered across the table. 

“He’ll never admit it but he’s a sucker for cuddling. Like an octopus when we sleep.” Sypha said and snickered at the way Trevor rolled his eyes. Alucard giggled and wrapped one arm around Trevor and squeezed him, just for a moment, before sitting back up. They were still touching, legs pressed together, sides, and arms all still touching as Alucard leaned forward to eat a few more bites of his food. 

“I think I should get back to work… I wanted to cut out a few things for a project I’m working on at home.” ALucard said as he wiped his mouth and pulled out his wallet. Trevor shoved his hand away, wallet nearly falling to the floor. 

“We can walk you back, plus I’m paying.” Trevor said and put some money on the table, Sypha put a few under her glass of water too for their waitress who’d left them alone and quietly refilled their cups. Alucard blushed and put his wallet away. He followed Trevor when he stood up, stretching before offering the librarian a hand which he took and didn’t let go of. 

Sypha was soon to grab the blonde’s other hand when they got outside. She smiled and let her thumb rub up and down his cool pale hand, skin smooth and supple soft. 

“Your hands are so soft, Alucard.” She complimented and brought his hand up to kiss it. He gasped a bit and blushed. 

“Th-thanks, Sypha… Um… I had a nice time. With you both. Are you uh are you guys gonna come visit me still? Here?” Alucard asked when they made it to the side entrance of the library. He brought his hands in front of him and fiddled with his fingers, nervous to even look up at them. 

Trevor leaned forward, face close to Alucard’s, and leaned over and kissed his cheek. Alucard was redder than a tomato and was struggling to try and get his brain to start working again when Sypha pulled him down by the shoulders to plant another kiss to his other cheek. 

He was standing there, mouth twitching trying to find a word, any word, eyes wide and surprised. Trevor laughed at him and Sypha hit him in the shoulder. 

“Here, call us or text or whatever you wanna do. If you want to, we can have dinner at our place sometime. For as useless as he is, Trevor is a very good cook when it comes to the grill. Maybe on a nice warm day?” Sypha offered and handed Alucard a scrap of paper with their numbers on it. Trevor rolled his eyes at being called useless but smiled anyway, they always teased him like that. 

“Yes, yes, uh, um, I- Yes” Alucard forced out after staring at the paper, flashing his eyes up to look at them, and back down for way too long. 

They waved as they made their way back to Sypha’s car. They both were in the best of moods for the rest of the day, finally getting Alucard, at least, on a date. One step at a time. 

Alucard felt lighter than air the rest of the day. Marion had hugged him and had been so happy when he skipped back into the office with the biggest grin she’d ever seen on the young man. She was 75 years old, she knew a new love when she saw it. She also knew Alucard had a hard time with love since his incident. So she gave him slack when he kept staring off in the distance and touching his cheeks. 

----

Alucard Tepes never considered himself a particularly sexual person. He never considered acting or dressing in any way he didn’t want to. He liked wearing tight pants and button up shirts when he was working, he liked wearing pajama pants and tight little tank tops when he worked around his small studio apartment, and he liked wearing soft underwear and much too big for him t-shirts to bed. He liked wearing big clunky boots and tight skirts when he went out at night, and he liked tying his hair back with a bow. 

He never considered how he dressed to affect anyone else. 

That was until he had his fifth date with Trevor and Sypha, the first of their dates that was to a bar. So far they had gone to the diner for lunch dates three times and went on a picnic by the river outside of town, which had started a fire in Alucard’s chest when he saw Trevor dive in after Alucard’s sunhat. And Sypha in a bralette and open floral button down. He’d not realized they were both so…. So hot. 

They never even commented on his chest scar, the long gnarly line lashed across him from something that had happened before he could remember. He wasn’t ashamed of it, didn’t dress to cover or show it off, just dressing to look pretty. 

He had picked his date outfit carefully. The bar was a gay bar, one of the few in the small city, so he was free to dress as he like. He wanted to wear his favorite pair of platform chelsea doc marten boots. And he had a V-waisted leather mini skirt that he adored, it made him look curvier than he actually was and it was just short enough to show off everything and it was long enough to cover his butt and bits, even though he was wearing a pair of underwear that he could kind of tuck himself into so he didn’t have a ridiculous bulge. 

Finally he decided on a black short lace cami and long black cardigan to wear over it all since it was going to get a little chilly that night and he didn’t know how long they’d be out. 

He looked in the mirror that hung on the back of his front door… maybe some eyeliner would make it better…

He threw on some basic eyeliner, and grabbed his small black purse, placing its gold chain strap over his shoulder, took one more glance at himself and headed out. 

---

“Trevor, I told you, you shouldn’t eat that much so- holy shit.” Sypha said and stared at Alucard as he made his way over to them at a table in the corner. He looked…

“Sex in boots, damn I didn’t know we were dressing up.” Trevor said as his jaw nearly hit the floor when the blonde was finally standing by their table. 

Alucard blushed and pushed his hair behind his ear, he could feel eyes on him but… strangely he was only embarrassed that Sypha and Trevor were really looking at him. He pulled his skirt down a bit and sat down in between them. 

“I didn’t know what to wear. I was so nervous.” Alucard admitted and looked up at them. He grasped and smiled when he felt Sypha’s hand grip his thigh slightly. Trevor just looked at him…

“You’re pretty fuckin pretty, dude.” Trevor finally said and Alucard giggled and crossed his feet under the table. 

Soon they had a plate of chicken wings and french fries on the table and drinks in their hands. Sypha drinking a london lemonade, Trevor a bottled beer, and Alucard with something pink and frozen and sweet. Alucard was feeling so warm after his first drink, he was laughing and smiling happily, he was holding onto Trevor’s hand that was massaging and holding his thigh, he was talking excitedly with Sypha. 

However after his third he giggling and dragging Trevor’s hand up his thigh and blushing a pretty pink color. Trevor kept his hand where it was, and shot Sypha a look. He’d nursed two beers and she could drink like a sailor and not get too drunk. 

“Sweetheart, we need to get you home. It’s late, why don’t you let us walk you home.” Sypha suggested, knowing Alucard wouldn’t be able to get home without at least a tumble. The blonde smiled and leaned forward, chest hitting the table, to put his hand on her knee. 

“Are you trying to take me home Miss Belnades? Because I would love to go home with you and your dashing dancing bear.” Alucard said and then giggled and laid his forehead onto the table, snickering. 

“You are wasted, Mister Tepes. I think you need to go to your home.” Sypha offered and Trevor pouted. He slid his foot to touch Sypha’s. Alucard sat back heavily in his chair, his top was rolling up, exposing more of his toned flat stomach. He also offered a pout but his was…

“That is not fair!” Sypha said and wagged her finger at Alucard’s teary eyes and poked out bottom lip. Alucard huffed and looked like a petulant teenager when he looked to the side. 

“Just wanna cuddle” the blonde mumbled and sniffed. He always was an emotional drunk. Emotional and horny. And easy to persuade. That’s why he never drank in public. 

“Syphaaa~ C’mon. None of us have work ‘morrow.” Trevor tried to convince. He loved cuddling. He loved Alucard. He would love cuddling Alucard. 

“You are drunk too! Shush!” Syoha said and got her purse, digging out her debit card. 

“Alucard you are drunk, that means no sex. Do you understand that?” Sypha said seriously. That was a big rule between them. No drunk sex. Alucard perked up and smiled, pulling his purse up to his lap and pulling his cardigan back over his shoulders, pushing his arms back through its sleeves. 

“I am gonna snuggle you so good, you’re not gonna be able to even… even know” Alucard said as he stood up, wobbly on his platforms. Trevor was quick to get an arm around his waist while Sypha went up to the bar to pay. Trevor kissed at the long pale line of Alucard’s neck that was just at the perfect height. 

“Hey” Sypha said, snapping her fingers. 

“No PDA, we’re in public. You dog.” She said and teased Trevor slightly and took Alucard’s hand, pulling him towards the door. 

Alucard was stumbling and holding onto them both for support, he was trashed. 

“You- you guys are so fucking pretty why would you even wanna date me I thought I thought you guys were dating” Alucard slurred out and walked ahead of them, pulling his skirt down as his cardigan hung off his elbows, showing off his back and shoulders. Trevor hiccuped and walked up behind him, holding his hips. 

“Me and Syph, we were dating each other and now we’re dating and dating you. You-” Travor said and picked the drunker man up, holding him like a bride. 

“-Princess” He finished and Alucard turned into a pile of giggles as he was carried up to their own place. It was larger than his studio apartment, and they had their own place. 

“I am the luckiest princess ever! I’m also gonna puke” Alucard said and scrambled to look around for a trash can. Trevor set him down as Sypha ran and put a trash can under the blonde who doubled over puking. 

When he stopped he toed off his shoes and frowned. 

“I feel gross, I need a shower.” He said and Trevor was already laying face down on the couch. Sypha took off her own jacket and hung it up, leaving her sandals by the door once she collected her boys’ own boots. 

“Come on then, I’ll help you.” Sypha said quietly as she put her hand on Alucard’s back to guide him down the hall to the bathroom. 

“Can I… Can I sleep over? And borrow some clothes?” Alucard asked timidly as they walked down the hall. He didn’t wanna sleep in his sweaty dirty clothes. He also wanted their clothes. A lot. He kinda wanted to crawl into both their skins but he can’t really do that. 

“Yes, Alucard, hot water is this way pressure is this knob. If you fall down I will kick this door do-” Sypha was explaining but she turned around to Alucard pulling his socks off wearing only a pair of-

“Don’t look at my panties! These aren’t my cute ones, don’t look.” Alucard said and covered himself with his hands. Sypha looked at him. Pale, lean, smooth, not a hair in sight. Standing in one sock and a pair of black bikini panties. 

“You’re so pretty, Alucard. So, so pretty.” She said and came over to him, guiding him down so she could kiss his cheek. He blushed and followed her to the bathroom door, hands forgotten at his sides. 

“Take a shower, can I leave clothes for you on the counter? Just close the curtain, I won’t be able to see you.” Sypha asked and Alucard nodded. He wouldn’t lock the door so when he shut it he waited just a moment before peeling his underwear down his legs and figuring out the shower. 

---

“Um… Sypha? These shorts didn’t fit me…” Alucard said as he walked back down the hall. Puking and a nice shower had sobered him up a little bit. He felt a little showed off but mostly he just felt sleepy, sleepy and chilly. He had the pair of basketball shorts in his hands when he looked around to try and find Sypha. She had laid out the shorts, a pair of soft underwear, her own, and one of Trevor’s t-shirts, adorned with a football team's logo. The shirt hung down over him, reaching down half way down his thighs and the underwear was snug on his hips but soft and comfortable. 

He made it all the way to to find Trevor, now stripped down to his underwear and socks and shirt, and rolled onto his back, snores rumbling from him. 

“Trev? Trev? Are gon’ wake up?” Alucard asked and wiggled Trevor’s foot where it was propped up on the arm of the couch. Trevor grumbled and wiggled his foot. 

“Trevvy? ‘Said you were gonna snuggle me.” Alucard whined and shoved the brunette’s shoulder. That only got some one grumbled and getting pulled down on top of the bigger man. Alucard was shocked for a moment but relaxed and let himself snuggle and nuzzle into Trevor’s chest, legs windling around his, icy feet wiggling to get under his warm muscular legs. 

“Fuckin cold feet, course” Trevor grumbled and wrapped his arms around Alucard’s waist, one arm coming up to play with his damp hair. 

Alucard was so comfortable… and happy… and god Trevor was warm and big and each breath it felt like he was getting rocked to sleep. 

Sypha was happy to find Alucard drooling onto Trevor’s chest when she got out of the shower; she'd used their bathroom to clean up. She had pulled on her fuzzy blue sleep pants and an old tank top and looked to bring the two to bed but…

“My boys, you’re gonna end up in the floor.” She said lovingly and ran her hand through their hair, causing Alucard to nuzzle in closer to Trevor’s chest. 

Sypha grabbed two blankets from their room, one going to cover the boys and the other going over her when she got comfy in the recliner that was usually reserved for Trevor’s after work naps. 

What a nice night. She hoped there would be more sleepovers… she hoped there would be more with a little less clothes. 

[daintyduck99]

you make me smile (please stay for a while)

So @innytoes prompted me with omegaverse in an ask game and I talked about how I *would* write it. Then I couldn't stop thinking about this scene...so I wrote it XD

You can find it here on AO3!

Even though he knows his flannel won't be there, Reggie checks between the cushions of Luke's couch for the fifth time.

Still—he has to look. Sometimes he misses things that are in front of his face.

He huffs when the couch predictably fails to produce it. It must've been there—for a while, too, with the lingering trace of its scent—but that's also kind of a problem.

Their scents are everywhere now, his and Luke's and Alex's along with Julie's, so it's nearly impossible to distinguish much, let alone track that way. If he really tries, he can guess when everyone was here, but—

Oh! Maybe he doesn't need to track anything. Maybe he can just ask someone.

Ray points him toward Julie's room. Her door is ajar, so he doesn't knock—she'd said that they could come in now if the door is open. Reggie bounces through.

“Julie! Have you seen—”

She whirls around with a squeak. After a beat, she tries to shield the nest that's taking shape on her bed with her body, but she's too tiny. It's adorable, though.

“It's not…” she starts to say, only to falter.

Reggie’s eyes slide past her. The nest she's making looks cozy, and compact—like it'll last a while, unlike his, which are always a bit sloppy and tend to unravel if he rolls around too much.

Warmth blossoms in his chest—and his cheeks—as he spots his flannel, which is neatly wedged between some hoodies.

But—they could've sworn she's a beta.

Just now, though—she's not a good liar.

And her scent has changed some—it's not sickeningly sweet, so she can't be building a mating nest. Her scent has gotten stronger and sharper, though, and it's only spiked since he entered the room. So—

“Julie,” he says slowly, “are you—stress nesting?”

She bites her lip, lowering her eyes.

“Maybe? Um. Sorry I never told you—”

She gasps as Reggie lifts her in an ecstatic hug, only to let out a little laugh as he swings her around, then pulls her close.

“You're like me,” he breathes. “Sorry you're stressed—but your nest looks so good already! Please show me how to do that.”

She laughs again, nuzzling into his chest.

“Only if you promise to cuddle me in it. That'll make me less stressed for sure.”

A deep purr rumbles through his chest involuntarily, but she responds in kind before he can be embarrassed about it.

She's less stressed already—her scent isn't so sharp—and he smiles into her hair.

Julie shows him how she tucks everything together. She's got something from everyone—she even has Luke's fuzzy sadness flannel, which he had evidently lent to her the last time she was sad.

Reggie wonders if she realizes the significance of this, then shakes his head. Even if not—you'd have to be blind to miss the way they care about one another, the way they click. Sure, they all click, but—

It's—hard to say if it's the same. Thinking about it beyond the somewhat vague scope of family/pack makes his head hurt.

Kinda like the way everything smells so strongly, now. It makes it hard to tell anything apart—and the headache thing.

The scents don't make his heart ache, though—much. Not if he doesn't think.

It doesn't take long to finish the nest—their nest, now, she insists, even though he really hasn't contributed much. Still, his bits are less sloppy, and the way she beams at him when he successfully hides some loose sleeves makes him blush.

They curl up in the center, which is very cozy—cuddling with Julie is always cozy, but it probably helps that the bottom of the nest is mostly layered with sweaters.

She nuzzles at his neck, lazily scenting him, and he's warm all over, safe and loved and a fluttery sort of content that manifests in another purr. He kisses the top of her head, mildly scenting her back.

And really—her purr sounds just as pretty as her singing. It quickly lulls him to sleep.

“This is the cutest shit I've ever seen.”

Reggie cracks one eye open to look at Luke, who pouts back at him.

“You didn't have to stop purring.”

Reggie flushes. “I was still—?”

He pauses. Faintly, Julie's purring in her sleep, and her hands are knotted in the back of his shirt. It is, in fact, very cute.

Alex digs his elbow into Luke's side.

“I tried to tell him not to barge in here because he even said your scents were all sleep dull, but no one ever listens to me—”

Reggie and Luke both interrupt at once.

“I listen to you!”

“The door was open!”

“Okay.” Alex rolls his eyes. “But yes. You were both purring. And Luke was—”

Luke coughs. His face is red, which is unusual for him—but his cough feels less than genuine, and Alex smirks like it's not.

“Anyway,” Luke says pointedly, “does this mean that Julie's—? Is that her nest, or—”

Julie hums. She's stopped purring, but the humming's just as nice. She doesn't move.

“It's our nest. And you could ask Julie.”

Luke smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn't know you were up.”

“Of course she is,” Alex says with a snort. “How's anyone supposed to sleep through the loudest conversation in LA?”

“It's not—” Luke cuts himself off. He turns to Julie. “So, um. Are you an omega?”

She nods, burrowing further into Reggie.

“I know it's not a big deal to you…just, when we met and you assumed I was a beta…my suppressants must be better than what you guys remember. They mask the obvious stuff in my scent, usually. And I wasn't fond of you then, so I let you assume…and then it felt like I waited too long to tell you the truth. I'm sorry.”

Luke's sheepish smile has morphed into more of a wolfish grin. “You're fond of us?”

“Of course that's what you latch onto,” Alex mutters, sounding equal parts exasperated and fond, himself. Luke has that effect.

Julie hmphs. “You know I am, don't tease. Otherwise we won't let you in. Right?”

“Right,” Reggie agrees, “no more teasing.”

He's rewarded with another purr from Julie, and it looks like Luke and Alex very much want to tease him about it, but they don't. They carefully climb into the nest.

Alex burrows into Reggie’s side as he and Julie shift a bit, while Luke just lays on top of everyone like a weighted blanket. It’s—

Perfect. Yeah. This is pretty much perfect.

The next time he can't find his flannel, he's not worried about it. He knows it'll turn up.

He knows his head and his heart better.

And he was right—this, they, are perfect.

[that1fangirrl]

Angel-Chapter 3

“I really don’t see why we had to hire an intern. We’re perfectly fine with just the three of us” Karen spoke, taking her jacket off at the front door of the office. “Yeah, but with you going out to help with The Bulletin and everything, we need someone who can help us file and what not. Y'know, someone to do the boring work.” Foggy says while sipping his bland coffee. “What’s her name again? Genesis? Jenna? Something. She sounds sweet and all, but we’ve never even heard of the program she’s coming from. “New Salem’s Community Career Internships”. Where even is New Salem?” Karen looks at the email sent to her by Moira. “It’s a bit of a more closed off woodsy kind of area. All the private schools and rich people stay over there. I’ve never been of course, but I’ve heard people talk about it a couple of times.” Matt says trailing close behind Foggy. “According to the organizer, Moira MacTaggert, the program is for gifted people or something like that. It’s connected to a school called “King’s School for Gifted Children”. Sounds like they work mostly in the science and arts kinda fields. I think Jenevieve will fit in perfectly here. On the call I had with Dr. MacTaggert, She said Jenevieve likes science a lot, but is pretty shy. Apparently working at a law firm will help get her out of her comfort zone. We could be really helping someone here. So be on your best behavior, you two. No scaring her off.” Karen and Foggy share a look before collectively rolling their eyes. As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. Foggy makes his way over and clears his throat. “Um, Hi. Is this Nelson, Murdock, and Page? I’m supposed to be interning here. My name is Jenevieve Ramirez.” She stands in the doorway, eyes big as she pulls on her cardigan’s thick sleeves. “Yes! I mean, yes. Come on in. I’m Foggy Nelson . The lovely blonde at the table is Karen Page. And that fellow in red specs there is Matt Murdock. Welcome.” Foggy says, pointing to everyone in the room, receiving waves in return. “Nice to meet you all. I’m Jenevieve. But you guys knew that already, sorry. Um, I’m excited to work with you guys.” Jenevieve smiles awkwardly. Matt takes notice of her heart rate, she almost sounds scared. “Perfect. Well, we don’t normally don’t have other people in the office other than clients. I guess you can just follow me around for the day. I’ll show you the ropes and everything. How does that sound?” Karen stands to shake Jenevieve’s hand. Jenevieve looks at her hand and swallows hard. She grabs onto it and gives it a quick shake before dropping her hand and wiping it on her pants. Karen and Foggy look on with pursed lips. “Um, that’ll be great. Thanks again for hiring me by the way. This is definitely gonna be different for all of us so it seems.” “Great! Let me just show you around then.” Karen turns to walk away, her voice fading from the main room as she starts to speak again. “That was a bit odd. She seems nice though. Maybe she just needs to warm up first.” Foggy walks toward Matt. “She was nervous. I could practically feel it radiate off of her. And her hands were a bit sweaty too. It was like it got worse before and after she shook Karen’s hand.” Matt says with furrowed brows. “It was so weird man. I wish you could have seen her face.” Matt clutches his cane,“Hmm. She could’ve just been really nervous. I doubt there was anything behind it.”

“12:30, You know what that means. Lunchtime! What are we thinking about today?” Foggy shoots up from his desk. Matt and Karen walk into the room. “I have to go check something out first. I’ll probably grab something on my way back to the office. Thank you though.”Matt picks up on Karen’s odd behavior. He shakes it off. “Alright then. How bout you Matt? What are you craving tonight?” Matt looked in Foggy’s direction. “Not sure, Foggy. Guess it’s up to Jenevieve.” “Where is she anyway?” Foggy asks, looking around the area. “Sounds like she’s filing in the backroom. She’s a bit quiet though, so I'm not entirely sure.” Matt listens for any kind of movement coming from her. “Hmm, okay. Well I’m gonna go grab lunch with Marci. Maybe you and Jenevieve can have some one on one time or something. Come on Karen, I’ll walk out with you.” The two walk towards the front door, grabbing their jackets on their way out. 

 “Hey Jenevieve, Foggy and Karen just left for lunch. Is there anything you’d like to get?” Matt comes around the corner finding Jenevieve at the filing cabinet in another room. She jumps slightly, clutching her sweater clad chest. “Sorry? What was the question? I was a bit zoned out there.” She huffs. “I was asking about lunch. It’s just you and me here. I figured you should pick, since you’re new.” He tilts his head. Her heartbeat increases. “Um. Anything is fine. I- I don’t really have a preference.” “There’s a place a couple of blocks down. I hear they have great sandwiches. I’m pretty sure it’s called “Silk Joy”. How does that sound?” “Sounds great. My friends actually work there, so that could be fun.” She smiles a little. “ Shall we then?” He starts to walk off. Jenevieve following suit. 

“Hi, welcome to “Silk Joy Cafe”. What can I do- Jeni?! What are you doing here? And… who’s this?” Jubilee leans in whispering the last part with high brows to her friend.  Jen blushes a little, not going unnoticed by Matt. “Um. This is Matt. He’s one of my bosses at the firm. Matt, this is Jubilee. She’s one of my friends from school and one of my roommates.” Matt smiles, lifting his red specs up a little. “Nice to meet you. What do you recommend on the menu?” “We have these amazing BLTs. Like absolutely the best I’ve ever had in New York. We serve them with chips or fries. As for drinks, we have lemonade, iced tea, water, or coffee. All have various flavors.” She smiles as she finishes. “I’ll have one of those BLTs and water, please. Jenevieve, what are you getting? I’ll pay.” He turns to her. “Oh that’s not necessary, Matt.” “No, I insist. It’s your first day and as your boss, I’d like to show my respect and everything.” Jenevieve turns redder. She turns back to Jubilee. “I’ll just have some fries and a blueberry lemonade, Jubes. Thank you, Matt” “Are you sure, I don’t mind paying for whatever you want.” She nods her head, then speaks again forgetting he’s blind. “Um yeah. I’m still quite full from breakfast.” He stares in her direction. She’s lying to him, but he nods back. “Okay… Well you guys can have a seat wherever. I’ll have your food and receipt in about 10 minutes tops.” Jubilee looks at the two with squinted eyes. 

Jenevieve pinches one of Matt’s sleeves, guiding him in the direction of a chair. “Thank you.” He whispers. She sits across from him and takes her glasses off for a minute. She wipes her eyes. “How is everything going for your first day? We aren’t boring you already, are we?” Matt asks, sensing a bit of stress in the air. “It’s going pretty good. I don’t really mind “boring” work. I’ve had worse. It’s actually really interesting watching the rest of you, if I’m honest.” She says, a small smile on her lips. He smiles too. “She’s opening up a bit. That’s good.” “What did you do before this, if you don’t mind me asking?” “Um. I was interning at a daycare filled with new mu- uh.. new… modern… equipment. It was a little more on the fancier side.” She swallows hard, hoping he didn’t notice. Of course, he did. He decides not to say anything, wanting to save her any type of embarrassment. “Oh that’s nice. You like working with kids? I imagine that would be a difficult, but fun little job.” She nods. “Yeah, it’s pretty fun to me. I want to work in child development or um… science, so it was perfect. I haven’t really decided on either though. Like, I know I could do both but, I don’t want to overwhelm myself, y’know.” He nods. Jubilee walks up with two plates in her hands. “Here’s your food guys. I’ll be back with your drinks in a sec.” “Thank you.” They say looking at her.  Matt picks up his sandwich, noticing Jenevieve’s heartbeat picking up. She’s staring at her plate. “Is everything okay? You seem… quiet.” Matt asks with his head to the side. She looks up. “Oh yeah. I was just a bit lost in thought I guess. Sorry.” He shakes his head, mouth full. He can tell something is wrong, but he can’t tell why. Her mind is racing. “I’ve never had a problem with potatoes. The most I’ll see or feel is the chopping and frying, right? It’s just a potato. Not a dead animal.” She thinks to herself, picking up a fry and puts it in her mouth. Her slow chewing is heard from Matt. “Are the fries not good? She’s not choking. Maybe she actually was just full.” His face is scrunched. “Are you okay, Matt. Was the sandwich good?” She stares a little. He clears his throat. “Oh. Yeah, It’s great. I was just thinking about what I have to do when I get back to the office. Are you ready to go?” “ I am, if you are.” He stands waiting for her to get up. She grips his sleeve again, guiding him. They both wave to Jubilee on their way out, her fries still on the plate.

Author's Note: I hate a love- hate relationship with Karen, so she's kinda annoying in this installment. She can be a bit too much for me at times. That's just my opinion tho. Also also, Jeni's thoughts are in pink and Matt's are in red. Bye

[fairly-fairy-shampoo]

“In Every Universe “

🌙Summary: Everything about your situationship with Yeonjun seemed perfect. There were no rules, no romantic feelings, and you stayed friends. But when jealousy leads to a falling out between the two of you, Yeonjun is forced to look inward and reevaluate his feeling for you as well was what kind of relationship he wants with you. The question is, are his feeling more powerful then fate?

genre: NSFW, FLUFF, ANGST

pairing: yeonjun × fem!reader × Soobin

Warnings: none

Chapter 2

“Blonde Vanilla latte for …SB.” He hated being tall sometimes. The way he had to awkwardly scoot through people at the packed Starbucks to get this drink, and the annoyed looks he got. It’s just that his limbs felt awkward to operate in such a small space and it didn’t help that he was wearing a mask, just to give himself some semblance of privacy. He’s not a giant, it’s just a small Starbucks:(. He collected his drink and headed towards the door until a familiar voice stopped him.

“Soobin?” She said as she stood up to get a better look and make sure she’s not mistaking this long man for another. Soobin slowly turned around to see her and a smile of relief came across his masked face to see it’s not a fan. He loved MOA but today was so peaceful. It was raining, it was fall, he had a day off and there was a new episode of JJK dropping tonight at midnight. Things couldn’t be more perfect.

“Oh, hi.” he said awkwardly with a small wave. Normally, he wouldn’t let anything derail what in his mind was a perfect day. But he hadn’t seen you around as much recently. He knew you and Yeonjun were incredibly close (he had plenty of chances to hear just how close you were at the dorms) if you didn’t see each other every day he’d at least call or FaceTime you more than any NORMAL person would. So your lack of presence or mention of your name was very jarring, and Yeonjun’s new mood went along with that. He’d never let anything derail his perfect day, but for the sake of finding out the drama/situation he decided to walk over and talk to you.

“How are you?” he says with a smile.

“Good, good … it’s um, good to see you.” There was a bit of silence before she offered for him

to sit in the empty seat at her table. Which he agreed to. But as soon as he sat, he quickly realized that there was nothing to talk about. He couldn’t very well just open up with “hey so did you and Yeonjun break up or something?” That would be ridiculous.

“So… nice weather we’re having, huh?” Oh, lovely, nice weather… it’s fucking raining.

“I know right! I love when it rains during the day. I love the fall. Makes me wanna take a walk and listen to music, you know? Or stay home and just… feel settled.” She had a small smile on her face as she looked out the window. He stared at her for a second before following her gaze.

“That’s uh…actually why I’m here today.” she continued, “I just, I don’t know, needed something warm to drink and an excuse to leave my house. So what better than an apple crisp macchiato? Very fitting for the season don’t you think?” Soobin looks down at the drink in her hand. She’s pulled the fabric of her sleeves to cover her hands as she holds the drink.

“But it’s iced.” He says matter-of-factly. She lightly chuckles.

“Look, I said I NEED something warm, that doesn’t mean I GOT something warm.” Soobin rolled his eyes at her comment, gently smiling at her sarcasm. Not that she could see it with the mask covering his face.

“I get it.” He says, “Sometimes you need to pick me up a little.” She smiles and lets out a quick hmpf.

“ I honestly just needed a drink that wasn’t alcohol…”

And the tension was back. Followed by silence.

“I’m really sorry” she says “I was feeling a bit too comfortable, I guess.” She does a quick fake smile again. “I’m just…” she sighs “having a hard time at the moment…”

This was his opening to see what the situation was. “Is um… is everything okay?” In all honesty she had no reason to talk to HIM about this. They barely spoke to each other. And talking about her…whatever Yeonjun was to her, would almost certainly get back to him. But what the hell, he thought.

She sighs again and looks down at the table. “I’m sure you've already noticed my lack of presence at the dorm and Yeonjun’s mood change and probably gathered it had to do with me?”

“In all honesty, Yeonjuns been more quiet than anything else. Not a big mood change on the outside if I’m being honest.” she does quick chuckled scoff and makes a face.

“Wow… well it definitely feels great to know I meant so little.” Her voice gets smaller as she ends the sentence. So Soobin speaks up, realizing he was too blunt, and tries to save the situation.

“Well… I only mean that he’s more focused and quiet. To the outsider, he seems fine like he’s hard at work, but I think we both know it’s a coping mechanism. We tried to talk to him about what's been bothering him because he INSISTED he’s fine.”

She sighs again. “I’m sorry if it’s affecting anything you guys have going on. You work so hard I'd hate to mess that up. But if I’m being honest, I’m not sorry to him because he deserved what I said with half the shit he pulled.”

Soobin DESPERATELY wanted to ask what it was that got you so obviously riled up. But he didn't know what to overstep. He pulled down his mask and took a quick sip of his coffee as she was speaking, quickly swallowing and nodding to reassure her she’s done nothing wrong, shaking his head and hands together very cutesy. She quietly giggles at his actions and exhales again, returning her gaze to the table for a moment then back to the window.

“I know how he feels… At least I think I do. But I’d like to know what’s going through his mind. How I can approach this is in the right way without us pushing each other further away.”

Soobin really wishes he had context but he can see she genuinely feels bad for something he bets wasn’t even her fault. He loved Yeonjun, he was like a brother to him, but he knew better than anybody that sometimes he’ll say what’s on his mind without thinking and whatever he said this time must’ve really gotten him in trouble.

“I wish I could help or give you some advice.” He said trying to empathize with you. Unfortunately, seeing a scenario like this play out before with Yeonjun. It’s not like he was a bad guy. It’s just the fact that his mouth gets away from him. But Soobin knows that you must know that, otherwise you wouldn’t have stayed around for as long as you did. He knew that you were different, you weren’t a friend or a girlfriend, you were something else. Soobin couldn’t put his finger on it. In fact, he thinks part of the problem is the fact that Yeonjun and you couldn’t put your finger on it either. Either way, if he wasn’t curious before he sure as hell is curious now to know what Yeonjun said to make someone like you walk away.

She had seemed to be zoning out before but when he spoke she perked up and looked him in the eyes for the first time since he sat down. “Well since you offered, I actually have a great plan if you're down?” Her gaze was intimidating but soft. He can clearly see the colors of your eyes with the amount of eye-contact you’re now making and even though you’re asking a friendly question, your intensity makes him feel as if he’s about to get yelled at.

He tilted his head in a confused way and then asked hesitantly, “W-what did you have in mind?”

~Previous- Masterlist -Next ~

[0x1lovebot]

✧⋄⋆ at the cookout with enhypen ⋆⋄✧

black! reader.

warnings; none.

NOT PROOFREAD!!

a/n; this was so fun to write ☺️☺️! at this point just bring all seven of enha to the cookout!!

heeseung

heeseung is a little shy at first tbh

when you first show up he kind of just stays by your side or talks to your mom

with his big doe eyes he looked a little clueless and awkward and adorable🥰

he’s kinda stuck in his shell

but by the time the music starts playing?? he’s out on the dance floor🕺🕺

smiling and laughing while you record him and your uncles doing the cha-cha slide 🤩

and he kept it going‼️‼️ he danced to almost every song that came on with his cool dance moves

and the whole fam started hyping him up😭

he even pulled one of your aunts out to dance with him too!!

once hee started to get comfortable, everyone just vibed with him😌

now heeseung is required to be at every single cookout your family has!!

[rest of the members under cut!!!]

jay

ah yes our resident american boi😌

he is at the cookout

to c o o k‼️

when you two first got to the cook out you kind of expected to jay to go chill or hang out with your cousins

but NOPE!!

manz made a bee line straight for the kitchen

he’s immediately greeted with cheek kisses by all your aunts and your mom☺️

and it’s so cute the way his face scrunches up when he gets each one🥺

anywayz jay rolls up his sleeves and gets to work helping in any way that he can!!

and the whole time all you hear is your uncles grumbling in the back about how much your aunts love jay

dude’s a chick magnet what can I say!!

but jay is just so cool that they get over it

they even ask him more like drag him out to play basketball with them

and jay smokes them in the game 😌 as he should

but he truly loves being there and hanging with your family

and they love him 2💕

jake

as soon as y’all pulled up everyone basically fell for jake

he’s so good with adults!!!!!

jakey loves chatting it up with your mom and talking about you to her🤪

and your uncles think he’s pretty cool which is such a win for him becuz they don’t warm up to people easily🙄‼️

anddddd he even helps your aunts and grandma with the food

buuuuttttttt he’s also a hit with the kids too😌

whenever he disappears at the cookout, you always find him playing basketball or playing patty cake with your younger cousins

and once the music starts playing he’s out on the dance floor with you, showing everybody what he’s got!!

he’s the ultimate hype man too😎

and he’s so smiley the entire time he’s there🥺🥺

everybody loves him almost as much as you do and they can’t wait for him to come back next time!!😌❤️

sunghoon

sunghoon is quiet most of the cookout

he stays by your side most of the time and just observes your family

and because he can look intimidating at times no one really talks to him first😔

but one of your younger cousins, who is like 5 years old, runs up to him and grabs his hand and says

“you’re pretty mister! what’s your name?☺️”

and his heart just 💥🥺 and his face turns red

like yeah he’s been called handsome before but it just hits different coming from an adorable 5 year old girl‼️

“oh um i’m sunghoon😳.”

“ok sunghoon!! come play patty cake with me!”

then she pulls him away while he flashes a huge smile at you😁

after that moment sunghoon is way less quiet!!

he starts talking to your mom and your other cousins and your uncles and even your aunts too!!

but he does all of this with your little cousin beside him dragging him to the next person to talk to🥰

now him and your little cousin are besties and they are inseparable at every cookout💕

sunoo

sunoo shows up and is immediately greeted by your aunts

he’s literally their favorite omg!!

they pinch his cheeks and always ask him how he is✨

one of them always fixes his plate first like literally he gets the first plate out of everyone

and they always, always, always gossip with him bro

they tell him about their husbands and work drama and even family drama

like at this point he probably knows more about your family than you do becuz they just be talking

and when you two leave after he tells you all the gossip that they told him and you just sit there like 😧

cuz like you didn’t even know about half that stuff…. and it’s your family 😐

jungwon

jungwon spends all his time with some of your cousins playing uno‼️

and as we all know uno can make or break relationships

so while you’re just chilling talking to one of your older cousins all you hear is s c r e a m i n g and y e l l i n g from across the yard😭😭

“JUNGWON YOU CANT PUT A PLUS 2 OVER A REVERSE CARD!!😡”

“IF THEY’RE THE SAME COLOR YES THE FUCK I CAN!!🤬"

“YANG JUNGWON, YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR MOUTH!”

“sorry ms. l/n. 😅”

they get loud but watching jungwon bond with your family makes it all worth it☺️

riki

he spends the most of the cookout dancing‼️

he loves dancing and he loves doing it with others

so he s t a y s challenging your family members to dance battles😭😭

and everyone else backs out becuz they know riki is a dancing machine🕺🕺

and the only people that can hang with him are you, your mom and one of your uncles😌‼️

but if he’s not moving and grooving on the dance floor he’s surrounded by your younger cousins telling them stories about what it’s like to be an idol✨

they all look at him with such awe and wonder in his eyes

they think he’s so cool😎

and when it’s time to leave all your younger cousins have grown so attached to him that they ask him if he’ll be there next time

and he promises that he will be

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OC Kiss Week: Prompt 2 Food

Content warning for kissing and suggestive themes. Here’s the next prompt! This one is also from All’s Fair, and it’s Chess and Naivi this time, with Chess being the POV! This is technically from canon, even though I haven’t written this scene yet, but it’s while Chess and Naivi are technically still enemies, but Naivi helps Chess with her magic! Tagging: @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes, @pen-of-roses, and @drabbleitout!

What the fuck was I doing? I was being such a fool, just walking over to Naivi’s house like she wasn’t my enemy who wanted to cause destruction and take back everything me and my friends had worked toward. But…shit. Everyone else was working on important things, and I had nothing to do. And I had reason to believe that Naivi was being manipulated, and maybe I could convince her she was wrong.

Yes. That was totally why I was wandering up to her door after having had one drink (not drunk, I assure you). Not because she was the first person who showed me kindness for nothing in return. Totally not because she had told me that making friends was very important, that sometimes it was okay to be vulnerable to people and to trust them. And absolutely not because she had actually shown me that physical affection could actually feel good, and it wasn’t terrible for me to want it to feel good.

I just…I wanted to talk to her. Maybe convince her to abandon her plan before Maisa destroyed her. Everyone else in my group had already given up on her and believed that killing her would be the only way to obtain peace, but I couldn’t. I had heard what had happened to her in the past, and she had been the first person to be kind to me. There had to be a way to convince her.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. It only took a few moments before she opened the door, and shit. She had her sleeves rolled up, so I could see her muscles, and damn, she was beautiful. She blinked and stared for a bit before she smiled. “Chess. What…what are you doing here?”

My cheeks burned, and I fiddled with my hands. “Um, truce for the night? I have nothing to do, and I…I wanted to talk.”

She smiled more, and her eyes glittered with excitement. “Of course! I just finished dinner, but there’s plenty for you as well! Also, I had something I wanted to ask you as well, but I didn’t know when would be a good time.” She stepped back and let me in, and it was so warm inside that I took off my jacket and hung it up. The house smelled amazing, the smell of seasoned fish and bread wafting from the kitchen.

Naivi brushed a hand over my shoulder, gently guiding me to the kitchen. “Let’s eat first, and then I’ll ask you, if that’s okay. What did you want to talk about?”

I swallowed hard and nodded, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a plate to get some fish and bread. “You know what I wanted to talk about.”

Naivi stayed quiet for a bit before she nodded. “Of course. You probably won’t be able to change my mind though. I can’t forgive the species for what they did—what they’ve done to every human. They need to pay.” She got a plate and walked to the table, and I finally sat down across from her.

“By killing all of them? What if they had done that to us when the prosthetics experiments started so long ago? We wouldn’t be here discussing this! And you’ll just condone hurting or even killing humans in those experiments just for your revenge!”

She took a deep breath and nodded. “I understand. But they won’t change. They destroyed my family! They’ve destroyed more families than the prosthetics experiments have ever destroyed!”

“They will change. They are changing.” I leaned forward, trying to get her to see, begging for her to see. I didn’t want to kill her to stop her plan. I couldn’t. “We’re talking to the leaders right now, proving to them that humans are equal to the other species. I’ve found individuals who want to respect humans and treat them well. They can change. Please. I…I don’t want to fight you.”

Her breath hitched, and she looked away. I deflated. I was so terrible at convincing anyone. “I’m sorry. I can’t. Not after everything I’ve done. But…” She hesitated. “Maybe. I…I’d need good proof before I would be willing to change my mind. I’m sorry. I don’t want to fight you either. But I do have something I want to ask.” She looked at me, waiting until I nodded before she continued. “I don’t like how Aeflin is running the prosthetics experiments. I tried to tell her my ideas to make the prosthetics safer and let the magic be more potent and less likely to harm the user. She hasn’t listened to me, but if you would be willing to try, I would love to try my idea on your prosthetics. If it works, you’ll be able to use your magic a lot easier.”

I stared at her. She could really do that? And I filed the name Aeflin away for later. I would need to research her to see who she was. But I found myself nodding. I actually trusted her, even if we were on different sides. “Yes, please. If it’ll help me not have to cough up smoke anymore, I’d very much like to try it.”

Naivi smiled. “Then I’ll try it after dinner.”

*

After dinner, Naivi had me sit on the couch, and she rolled up my pants so she could get to my leg prosthetic. I had on a tank top, so my arm prosthetic was uncovered. She grabbed some tools and came back, sitting down on the floor in front of me. She looked up in my eyes. “If anything hurts too much, please let me know.” I nodded, and she started working.

I didn’t watch, didn’t want to start remembering the fleeting dreams where I was strapped down on a table while faceless scientists worked on my prosthetics. “Where did you learn this?”

She smiled a little. “I’ve liked working on machines since I was young. My mother helped me learn to begin with, but I found tinkering with machines was just some fun busywork. I learned to study machines and understand them so I could hopefully fix anything.” She glanced up at me. “That’s what I want to do more than anything. Fix things. It hasn’t worked out that way yet.” She sighed and kept working. “I’ll help the victims soon.”

I bit my tongue, not wanting to argue, just wanting to hug her tightly and show her that violence didn’t have to be the answer, but I just stayed quiet. I just watched her, feeling a warmth in my chest. She was so focused on her task, and her touch was so gentle and kind, and I couldn’t help but relax at the soft touch. She finished, and something felt different, but she just said she was going to work on my arm now, and I just stayed still. She moved to sit next to me, and as she worked, I brought my hand to her knee, and I smiled a little at the faint blush of her cheeks.

She stuttered as she kept working. “Have-have you found something about outside the enclosure that you like?”

I smiled, not even having to think about it. “The animals. I never saw an azure snake before this or a fallo. They’re the best!” (For anyone who doesn’t know, azure snakes are snakes with scales that reflect the sky, and they eat negative emotions. And fallos are fuzzy creatures that are waist-height for most people (who are taller than me), and they love getting pets, and they can take away magic temporarily when you pet them.)

Naivi nodded, smiling at me. “I could show you some other animals later if you’d like. Well…” She bit her lip. “After all this is over either way, I guess. If we survive it.”

I looked away from her. “I can’t kill you.”

She laughed a little. “And I can’t either. Which is ironic. The person who is standing the most against me, I can’t even find a reason to lift a finger against. I’m helping you get better magic, even!” She laughed more, shaking her head before looking up at me with serious eyes. “But really, I hope you can prove me wrong. Even if it means I die for it.” She sighed, and before I could respond, she patted my arm. “I finished. Could you check to see if it worked?”

I hadn’t even noticed. I finally tore my eyes from her and held up my prosthetic arm. When I felt for the magic, it had moved to my prosthetic, and I frowned and called on it, and it came to my fist so easily. I blinked and stared and held it, and there was nothing from my lungs. Nothing making me cough. It was…gone.

I laughed and willed the fire to cover my skin and get hotter, and it immediately did so, so that blue fire was covering my entire body. I smiled over at her, actually starting to cry. I could actually use my magic again! “Thank you. I…I know we’re not allies, but thank you so much. I’ve felt cursed by this magic for so long.”

She clapped and squealed. “This is amazing! It can be done! I…I never wanted to hurt the people who were part of the experiments. I wanted to find volunteers and have the magic not hurt them, but Aeflin insisted and didn’t let me do anything. I’m so glad I could help you.”

She reached toward me, and I quickly dismissed my magic as she took my hands. She squeezed them. “Aeflin hurt you more than anyone else. I’ve…I’ve wanted to fix your prosthetics for so long to at least give you something happy after all the pain she caused. Thank you. I’m sorry it took so long.”

I nodded, and I didn’t even think as I hugged her tightly. “You’ve…you’ve helped me so much. You were the first person who showed me kindness without expecting anything in return. I…I can’t hurt you.”

She hugged me back, soothing a hand over my back. “Then prove me wrong. Please. I want to be wrong. But until I see proof that they’re actually changing, I can’t…I can’t trust them to not take away everyone I love again.”

I nodded and leaned back, staring into her eyes. I felt so damn safe around her. I glanced at her lips. “Can I kiss you, Naivi?”

She smiled. “Of course.”

And I kissed her passionately, moaning a little as she kissed me back and pushed against me, actually pushing me down into the cushions. We kissed until we both had to breathe, panting and staring at each other. My cheeks were burning, and she looked flushed too. I smiled. “Maybe…maybe I could stay the night?”

She tilted her head. “I don’t think that would be safe,” she whispered. She leaned down and kissed my neck before scraping teeth over my skin, and I couldn’t help but moan again. Shit. “But I’ll see you soon, and I hope you can prove me wrong, darling.” She sat back up, as if we hadn’t just been so close. “But you can still stay a little while.”

And that was all I needed. I scooted closer and curled up against her, just happy to be able to cuddle. We’d figure it all out. Everything would be fine. I would make sure of it.