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actual-changeling · 1 year

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Ellie settles in front of the couch and crosses her legs, hands running over the carpet beneath her. It's still pretty soft even after years of dust and disuse, which makes their hair-braiding routine a lot more comfortable for her. Behind her, paper rustles quietly when Joel closes his book, refusing to dog-ear it and using a proper bookmark instead, and his hands gently squeeze her shoulders when he shifts around, one leg folded beneath him, the other on her right. She leans against it, her cheek pressed against his thigh, and closes her eyes when Joel starts carding his fingers through her hair.

"Anything specific?"

He always asks the same question, sometimes she is in the mood for a particular braid or style, but more often than not, she simply shakes her head and goes as limp as she possibly can while still being upright, putting most of her weight against his leg. On occasion, they watch a movie together, especially when Joel wants to try something difficult or new, but today, Ellie basks in the quiet, hoping it will carry over to her head.

Joel procures a brush from somewhere, it's like he always has it with him at this point, and untangles her hair from the ends up, movements slow and gentle. No matter how knotted it is, he never tugs too hard or hurts her scalp, and the leftover tension bleeds from her shoulders with every brush stroke.

They don’t talk, and Ellie is grateful for that, knowing that he is aware she’s having a bad day but leaving it to her if she wants to bring it up or not. Once her hair is smooth like silk, brown strands shimmering in the low light emitted by his reading lamp, Joel runs his knuckles down her cheek before starting to braid, and Ellie takes a deep breath. Sitting with him like this is calming, the most sinister thoughts weighing her down disappearing the instant she is in his presence, but the memories that have been following her around all day are shadows in her periphery, smoke rising from somewhere in the back of her mind. She slings her right arm loosely around his calf, not to steady herself, just to touch, to have something solid to hold onto, and Joel takes a break once he finishes one side of her head, the braid close to her scalp and temporarily secured.

His hands run down her neck and wrap around her shoulders, squeezing lightly. The low noise escaping her throat is the permission he was waiting for, and his thumbs gingerly press into her stiff muscles until they melt beneath his palms, massage continuing all across her upper back and up to the base of her skull. Having anyone else behind her like this is unimaginable, especially not with their hands this close to her throat, but with Joel neither her body nor her mind protest, content to let him do as he pleases. She has been hyper-aware of her surroundings all day, checking her back and periodically letting her gaze wander around the room, and she has lost count of the number of times she flinched away from people and noises alike.

The paranoia sparking the current running across her skin is finally dissipating, and Ellie feels truly safe for the first time since this morning.

She reaches for his hands, clasping them in hers, and pulls him down until they are resting above her heart and she can tip her head back against his biceps; being enclosed like this by him makes her breaths come easier.

“Tough day?”

Ellie sighs, turning her head so Joel can press a kiss to her temple, and opens her eyes to escape the flames reaching for her in the dark.

“Yeah,” she hesitates for a second, unsure of how much she feels like saying, “It’s- Silver Lake.”

The name still tastes bitter on her tongue, and she wants to chew it up and spit it out for good, but peace is as temporary as happiness, so she just hopes that Joel will keep the memories away from her dreams tonight. With her cheek squished against his arm, she feels him tense at her explanation, in anger, she knows, at the men he killed, the ones he couldn’t, and the one she sent straight to hell. Ellie nudges him with her nose until he rests his chin on the top of her head and goes soft again, hands shifting so he is holding hers instead.

“Sleepover?”

No apology in the world will take away the pain she is carrying, and while Joel would try to lift it regardless, she prefers his way of doing it, his touch reaching so much further than words ever could. The heat radiating from his skin burrows its way through the layers of snow and ash, curling up around her heart and keeping it safe until morning.

“Sleepover,” she agrees, her yawn prompting him to finish up her hair so they can go to bed, and she has to resist the urge to chase after him when he pulls back.

It is easier to drift away now, her body relaxing against his, trusting that Joel will keep her from slipping, and the gentle rhythm of his hands braiding her remaining hair lulls her right to the edge of sleep. By the time he is done, Ellie no longer smells smoke, and she sways when Joel carefully pulls her up from the floor, falling into his waiting arms. A day full of fear is catching up with her, exhaustion a common price to pay, so she doesn’t complain when Joel picks her up, pressing herself as close to his chest as possible while he carries her up the stairs. They settle into the sheets together, and Joel lays her down safely contained between him and the wall. Ellie cuddles against him the second he follows, face buried in his shirt, and the few stray tears flowing down her cheeks as they fall asleep, Joel holding her as tightly as he can, taste like relief.

#alex writes tlou #the last of us #tlou #joel and ellie #ellie williams #joel miller #hair braiding #ficlet #going insane over this actually #i hope y'all do too

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contrivedcoincidences6 · 2 months

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Cold, Cold, Cold

AlistairXWardenSurana

A little thing I could not get out of my head about Neria on the Deep Roads considering the traditional end for a Warden. No beta! Just had to get it out of my head!

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"Come, or go, we belong together. Lying here forever, in the cold, cold, cold. Lay low, shake your limbs forever. Lying here together, in the cold, cold, cold." - The Family Crest, Cold, Cold, Cold

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The Deep Roads were everything Neria had heard they would be. The air was oppressive, heavy with the scent of taint and rot. There had been a time, only months before though it felt like a lifetime, where she imagined herself growing old in the tower. Maybe she would have become First Enchanter someday, but she had not imagined much excitement in her life. There had been idle daydreams but until she met Duncan they had been farfetched.

Yet now she stood staring her destiny in the face. Assuming she didn’t die by the Archdemon a day would come when she would enter the Deep Roads, never to return. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be alone when that day came. At that thought she turned to look at her fellow Warden who seemed to be on a similar train of thought. His brow creased, sword and shield in front of him bracing for whatever was to come. Seeming to feel her gaze upon him Alistair turned to look at her and shot her a crooked grin that didn’t quite cover the melancholy.

They walked for some time, the only noise that accompanied them was the rattle of their armor, Shale’s heavy footsteps, and the sound of distant Darkspawn. Through the tainted bond, she could feel them, far off for the moment. They’d been traveling for hours, encountering many groups of Darkspawn and other dangers along the way and she was exhausted, her mana all but gone.

She’d replaced her staff with her greatsword hours before, only able to keep it aloft with her recent knowledge of the ancient arcane warrior arts, she’d spent many hours as they traveled to Orzammar training with Alistair and Sten, learning how to use her magic to lift the sword and their instruction on how to wield it. It was a useful talent, especially considering how many Darkspawn needed killing in the Deep Roads.

Her sparring with her fellow Grey Warden had also produced a whole new set of pleasures. Many times their sparring sessions ended in passionate embraces that brought heat to her cheeks at the thought. Her mind wandered to the night before when they’d sparred in Orzammar in a training ring that had been put aside for the party’s use. It had been the most daring they’d ever been, making love on the dusty floor. Anyone could have entered which had made it even hotter. A sudden shiver went up her spine, and not the nice kind she’d gotten moments before, as a group of Darkspawn drew near. She shook the more pleasant thoughts from her mind to focus on what lay ahead. “The Darkspawn have sensed us,” she whispered to her companions, covering their weapons in frost and taking a battle stance.

The ensuing fight wasn’t a challenge, a handful of Genlocks fell to the party’s might in a matter of minutes. Despite the ease of victory, Neria was tired, and looking into her companion's faces she could see the same exhaustion. “Time to make camp, Sten will give you your watch assignments. This rest will be short so take advantage of it,” she commanded and everyone was ready to comply. Except for Shale.

“Why does it stop? Is it’s puny form tired already?” Shale questioned as Neria scouted the area for a good spot to put her tent.

“Yes, don’t worry there will be much more squishing when we wake,” she responded tiredly.

Shale grumbled at this but didn’t argue and began a slow patrol around the area.

A strong pair of armored arms wrapped around her waist as she began to set up her tent. Their tent.

“Sten put us on separate watches again,” Alistair complained into her neck.

Neria chuckled and ran her fingers through his hair, grimy and sweaty much like her own but that was no different than usual.

“It’s a sound strategy,” she reminded.

Alistair let out an exaggerated sigh and laid light kisses up and down her neck.

“Not even waiting for the tent are we?” Neria asked with a laugh as she laid her head back onto his plate armor. It wasn’t comfortable but it was the most contact she could get through their armor. She longed to take it all off but in the Deep Roads, they all agreed they needed to keep as much armor on as possible, even in sleep.

“Ah, dinner and a show I see?” Asked a smooth voice with an Antivan accent.

Alistair groaned in disappointment and let her go. He turned a glare on Zev who stood behind them looking quite pleased with himself.

“No show tonight Zev,” Neria said lightly, ignoring her partner’s glare at the assassin.

“What a shame, we could use some entertainment after today’s march,” Zev added wiggling his eyebrows.

“Don’t you have a tent to set up?” Alistair ground out.

The Crow shrugged and replied, “Not much point in setting up a tent, no? There won’t be any rain in these cursed tunnels.”

He was right of course but Neria continued to set up, wanting the couple hours of being in Alistair’s arms.

She ignored the back and forth between Alistair and Zev as her fellow Warden tried to get the assassin to go away and Zev became more amused with Alistair’s consternation. Usually, she found such interactions fun to watch but her head was pounding and her body weak and all she wanted to do in the world was take what little armor she could and lay in her lover's arms, something she knew wouldn’t happen for some time to come.

Wrapped up in her thoughts she didn’t notice Zev’s exit as she finished setting up the tent until Alistair laid a gloved hand on her shoulder.

“Are you okay, my dear?” Alistair whispered, his breath a soft caress against her ear as he crouched next to her.

Neria sighed and let herself rest against his bulk for a moment before responding.

“No, I feel like this place is sucking the life out of me,” she turned in his arms and laid her head on his armor, imagining the heartbeat and warmth that lay beneath, “I can’t stop thinking, assuming we survive the Blight, I’ll die here. Driven mad, under a pile of Darkspawn.”

His arms tightened around her and he said, “Yeah it’s been on my mind a bit as well,” he let out a short humorless laugh, “It’s hard not to think about it here.”

“When the time comes-” she stopped short feeling suddenly insecure.

“When the time comes?” Alistair prompted and rubbed her back with his gauntleted hand.

The Mage sighed and continued her thought, not looking up into his face even though she could feel his eyes on her, “Can we go together?”

Cold metal lifted her chin until she met his lovely hazel eyes. His lips met hers before she could take back the question and it stole the breath from her lungs. Outside of their tent, Alistair’s kisses were generally sweet and warm but this was passionate and felt like a promise of its own.

After many long moments, they pulled away gasping for air and he laid another small kiss on her cheek before saying, “Of course we will, we belong together.”

Swiftly she pulled him back down for another fierce kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as best she could in his heavy armor.

The sound of a whistle from across the makeshift camp broke them apart. Neria shot off a rude gesture in the direction of the whistle, took Alistair’s hand, and pulled him into their tent for just a couple hours of peace amongst the horror.

#alistair theirin #alistair x surana #neria surana #dragon age origins #dragon age #the deep roads #alistair x warden

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blueberrybladelemonade · 1 year

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First Meet

Summary: Noisette decides to visit Cae's cafe later in the evening. Instead she meets a fluffy cheese thing.

Contains: Meeting sergal Cae for the first time. Noisette asking too many questions, cheese jokes, A lotta crack, chaos, and way too much weirdness.

*Note: Takes place before in-game events.

Noisette burst through the cafe, "Cae! Do you wanna bake a cake!?" She yells out, her eyes scanning the empty room.

Did Cae forget to lock up before leaving? That was uncharacteristic of her but accidents happen.

Instead her attention was drawn to the back corner. A silver of light was visible under the door. Noisette had went back there on a few occasions when Cae had closed for the day, or when business was slow. The small space was used as a sort of parlour, complete with two small couches, a table, and a few odds and ends.

That's probably where she was, Noisette nodded to herself. Cae probably hadn't heard her come in.

Now that Noisette thought about it, what if some weirdo broke in and Cae didn't hear them? Maybe she should invest in an alarm system. Or a bell.

As the door clicked open, something heavy shuffled through the darkness. From the couch she could hear music playing, albeit muffled. Noisette strained her eyes and noticed a large shape in the corner, covered by what looked like a blanket.

Pale glowing eyes peered back at her, unmoving. "I'm looking for my bestie Cae." Noisette asked the creature. It's ears twitched but otherwise remained motionless. Instead it watched as Noisette stretched out a hand to feel for something against the wall. It flinched and let out a plaintive whine as light flooded the room.

"Shibal!" it rubbed it's eyes and groaned, uttering something else unintelligible. After a moment it's eyes darted back to meet Noisette's before it decided to shrug off the blanket wrapped around itself.

Noisette watched as it rose to it's full height and took a few hesitant steps towards her. Even at a few feet away, this thing towered over her, easily six feet. Noisette had to crane her neck to meet it's gaze.

The creature seemed to realize this as well and stooped lower. It was close enough now that Noisette felt it's warm and humid breath against her face. She studied the creature, noting it's muzzle and a few other markings were charcoal in color with the rest of it's body a deep red. It didn't seem dangerous, simply curious at Noisette's company as it watched her, unmoving.

Although, now that Noisette had a better look at the creature, it's eyes held a sort of familiarity to them. And it's fur color looked a little too similar to Cae's hair color.

"Do you know where Cae is"? Noisette asked.

It's ears went flat against it's skull and it lowered it's eyes, looking off to the side as it let out a small huff. "Noisette...I'm Cae".

"Why do you look like a murder rabbit"? She asked, not even batting an eye.

"I...uh-what? What now?" Cae blinked. Out of all of the reactions to have, somehow Cae hadn't expected that one. "I'm a...sergal".

"Why? Oh! Do you transform like a werewolf during a full moon? But that's not right, tonight isn't a full moon". Noisette put a hand to her chin, studying her friend.

"Ooooh! You know what?!" She exclaimed, cupping Cae's face in her hands. "Your head is kinda shaped like a cheese wedge!" She squished Cae's face, much to her dismay. "Are you like a were-cheese monster"?

"I've never been told that before". Cae grumbled. Wow. She literally just seen me like this and called me a cheese. Rude.

Missing the sarcasm -or maybe just not caring- Noisette smiles brightly at her. "Well you do! And you're so fluffy! Would you make a great pillow? I think you would"!

"Aigoo." Cae sighed, her tail twitching as Noisette excitedly rambled on. Cae was barely registering half the words coming out of her mouth. Though she supposed this was a better fate than Noisette being terrified.

"And why does your mouth glow? Did you eat a glowsti-"

In one fluid motion Cae hoisted the smaller woman into the air, interrupting her, until Noisette was eye level. "You are full of questions aren't you"?

Noisette nodded happily and booped her snout, laughing as Cae made a face. "You can reach the highest shelves like this"!

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Cae settled against half of the couch, tail and legs dangling off the edge. Shortly after Noisette set the headphones off to the side and plopped down next to her. Cae scoffed as Noisette started petting her head and rubbing at her ears.

"I'm not a dog". Even if it felt nice -and she let her eyes drift shut- it was still ridiculous. Cae let out a content sigh as Noisette's hands played with her hair.

"You're right! You're a fluffy murder cheese"!

Cae snorted. Murder cheese. Now didn't that sound like a shitty B movie, probably with the budget of a ham sandwich.

"Hazeeeel!" Cae whined as Noisette suddenly buried her face into her fur and drew in a deep breath. "You smell like coconut and cherries"!

Cae groaned but gave up protesting. Yep. This was happening. Eventually Noisette would run out of questions though, and stop oogling her like she was a giant puppy.

Probably.

Truth be told, Cae could return to her normal form whenever she wanted. The only reason she hadn't yet was because the fascination and joy Noisette was exuding over her was adorable.

Noisette remained clinging to Cae for a while longer, a comfortable silence spreading between them. After a moment Noisette shifted her body and looked up at Cae.

"So why are you like this"?

Hmm...Cae stared at the wall in contemplation. Maybe in the end, I am what I eat, and I did eat a lot of cheese growing up. Sneaking through the house at 3am to eat an entire bag of shredded cheese might be why the universe decided, yep, this one, turn her into a sergal for her cheese crimes.

Cae rolled her eyes at the thought, but a small smile formed as she mentally waved it off.

When she finally spoke, "You know how when you wake up in the morning and you stretch? It's kind of like that, when you feel your joints and muscles ease up. That and I just think it's cool so why not shift into this when I want"?

"Yeah but why can you"?

"Hell if I know. I just know can turn into this on whim." Cae let out a short laugh, "Usually. Sometimes when I get pissed off it's out of my control. Or if I get drunk or have too much caffeine".

A small frown forms on her face. "Though, I wasn't really able to control turning into this back then. Sometimes it just happened and people...kinda got freaked out". Cae's tail twitched and her ears flicked down.

Noisette leaned her full weight into Cae and wrapped her arms around Cae's middle in a hug. "It's why I don't talk about it, I just expect people to be terrified of me. I've never met anyone else that can just turn into something like...this".

"Hey don't look so sad. I'm not scared of you!" Noisette grinned up at her, "You're still my bestie"!

Cae gave her a soft smile in return. At least this whole incident went over way smoother than she expected. Though Cae would have to pay more attention and make sure she locked the door next time.

"But...I don't think you should be in the kitchen like this".

"What"?

"Your fur will get in the food".

Cae rolled her eyes and playfully punched Noisette's arm. "Yeah, my tail knocks everything over too. Try getting ice cream out of your fur. It sucks".

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"Just...please don't tell anyone else about this. Others will think it's weird." Cae said over her shoulder, grabbing a bowl and whisk. She leaned over the counter as she reread the recipe card. Ok six eggs, hazelnut or coffee liquor-

"Well it is kinda weird," Noisette replied. Cae scoffed and rolled her eyes in response. "But so is Theo! And you smell nicer than he does"!

"Wow. My redeeming quality is I smell nice." Cae's eyes drooped as she realized something. "You're going to go home and immediately tell him about tonight aren't you"?

"Yup!" She chirped.

"And you don't think he's going to worry about you being near me"?

"Come on, really?" Noisette laughed, "Theo's more of an affront to God than you ever could be. There was this one time he burst through the door naked and yelled 'Noisette look at my-"

"Just pass me the eggs"! Cae howled. She did not want to think about where that conversation was going. Noisette giggled as she set down the carton and hovered over Cae's shoulder.

"Just don't let any one else know, ok?" Cae grumbled.

Noisette nodded before happily bounding to the pantry. "I promise! Hey! You have marshmallows!"

She pulled the unopened bag down and looked it over. "Cae! Caaaaae! Do you wanna see who can fit more in their mouth"?!

Cae set the bowl to the side and leaned her back to the counter, narrowing her eyes.

"Seriously?"

Noisette pushed the bag into Cae's face as she nodded excitedly.

"I can totally fit more in my mouth than yours!" Cae bragged. "Without transforming".

"Loser has to fit more into the other's mouth!" Noisette cackled, ripping the plastic open. Marshmallows spilled across the counter as Cae rushed to catch the few that almost fell to the floor.

"Get ready to lose!" Cae shoved one into her mouth and Noisette enthusiastically followed suit.

>Aigoo (아이고) Hangul/Korean for "Oh my god"

>Shibal (씨발) "Fuck"

More Peppino x Reader fics are being worked on or drafts are being made but sometimes you just gotta write dumb self indulgent things just for yourself. This is one of those times💜😂

🫐💜Though if you're new to my content and Peppino x Reader stuff sounds good, feel free to check out fics I've already published in the meantime! Likes and Reblogs appreciated but obviously not required!💜🍋

#pizza tower fanfic #cae #caedrhnmar #noisette #pizza tower #🫐bladezfics

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slushyseals · 3 years

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#There are many videos of seals swimming into glass #Kimjia knows her enclosure very well including where the glass is and you can even see her extend her neck #in antici...#...#PATION #of stopping herself on the glass #using the squish of her neck to slow herself at the end #She is being cute and friendly and not hurt in any way #and silly sound effects are added #But there is another video I won't share as it is in poor poor taste #in the other video you see a seal with cloudy eyes swim into the window of their enclosure #And the comments are horrible as it is a bunch of people laughing at the animal for running into the glass it can't see #The seal in the video I'm not going to share is blind #Making fun of that seal is making fun of a disabled animal #A lot of seals and sea lions in zoos and sanctuaries are blind because they cannot survive in the wild #A seal that can see knows every detail of its enclosure and exactly where the glass is #But a blind seal is amazing in that they can even swim at all using their whiskers to 'see' through the vibrations in the water #Unfortunately even though blind people can memorize the layout of their home #when you are sailing through the water it's hard to tell exactly where you are #And these poor animals often end up swimming into the glass they can't see or other objects in their enclosure #Don't laugh at them #Celebrate them for being brave enough to keep swimming despite being blind #And continuing to live their best lives even though they are facing challenges #They are amazing and incredible and deserve our love admiration and support #But of course we can enjoy Kimjia above for she is just being cute and friendly :)

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widow-maximov · 3 years

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I'll be your knight

Pairing: Natasha x Fem Reader

Warning: Language, fluff, angst, smut.

Summary: Dealing with sexism is a real struggle but eventually a line is crossed and anger is unleashed.

A/n: This is my first time writing smut so hopefully it's good enough :3

Word count: 3.5k

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Being an Avenger isn't easy, especially for any women that join the life style of a hero. You had to put up with sexist comments all the time, most of the time it didn't really bother you but the more you heard random men talking about your best friend like she was some toy, the more it annoyed you.

The comments towards you stopped when you were recruited by Tony Stark, there was some level respect for you and you kind of liked it.

You had some issues with opening up to the team but when Wanda, showed you they are harmless, you slowly opened up more and more as you knew that they were going to be your new family from now on.

Everyone on the team warned you about the one particular redhead but you didn't listen, you wanted to be her friend, she looked scary but is an actual softie, but only around you.

It took time for the Russian to even greet you when she saw you but for you it was worth it, you respected her and always been there for her when she had no one to turn to.

She warmed up to you as she saw the security you were offering her, and you never backed down from your offer, she wasn't keen on your presence but had to learn to accept it.

Even if she didn't trust you fully, that was okay. You trusted her with everything because you knew she was a human just like you and no doubt needed someone to lean on.

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You walked around, exploring the place that now it was your new home, you never saw anything more fancy than this place, the room you were staying in was more than enough for 4 people.

Your own tv along with your own big walk in closet and your own bathroom, literally a five star hotel, you didn't complain at all, you were just shocked at how spacious this all was.

Each room was bigger than the other and it was starting to get all confusing, when you left the room, you would get mixed up with the way you walked in.

You loved it but at the same time you hated it, you accidently bumped into the Russian, she looked sweaty in her work out clothes and you stared at her with awkwardness.

She eyed you and cleared her throat, attempting to walk past you and continue where she was going but you stopped her "I'm sorry to disturb you but I just want to know where I can find the gym"

You rubbed your neck awkwardly "I- um- I tried searching everywhere but I'm lost"

Usually when people stutter around Natasha, it meant they were obviously attracted to her but with how you stood and looked away from her just showed her that you were afraid of her.

She didn't smile or anything "Walk straight until you reach the end of the hall and turn left"

You looked at her but she was already on her way so you shouted "Thank you!"

You made your way with her instructions of where to go, she knew how to hide her emotions but it was totally shocking for you how she never had a smile across her lips.

This was your first real conversation, not the hello's or goodbye's. It was a proper conversation, well kind of a proper but it was a start and that's what made you happy.

Second encounter with the redhead was a lot better, the two of you actually had a normal conversation in the morning, you were barely awake so coffee was your way of helping with that.

Walking into the kitchen, not really expecting anyone up early this morning, but the sight of the yawning Russian met your eyes, you smiled at her the best you could as you turned to make yourself a coffee.

"You know there is a coffee maker here?" Her naturally raspy voice spoke which caused you to look at her.

"Yeah I seen it but I have no idea how to use it" You confessed, you weren't embarrassed, you just weren't that fancy to ever own one or even be around one.

She turned around without a word and pulled out a cup, placing it underneath the little nozzle and within seconds the coffee poured out, she took the cup and placed it down as she slid it towards you.

You looked at her and then back at the coffee "Thank you Natasha"

She nodded as she sipped on her own drink "Since you are the only person who is up right now, you mind taking a look at this report, I'm not really sure what it means"

You was taken back, she was asking you for help? Shouldn't she know all of the reports like the back of her hand? She noticed your silence "Or you don't have to, I'll probably figure-"

"No, no I have nothing to do today so I don't mind helping" You smiled and took the coffee with you as you followed her into the room where she had a loads of reports laid out.

You looked at all of them "You know you can work on two reports at a time?"

She nodded "I know but the more I do within a certain time, the less I have later on"

You nodded as you sipped your warm coffee, it was very different to what you were used to, but this was definitely easier to get used to. It was the first time Natasha spent more than 2 minutes with you and you were more than happy to accept that.

So from that time, the two of you worked every morning with each other on reports, you learnt so much from her and in some way she learnt more about you rather than from you, she was impressed by your calmness with her constant questions.

To be fair you wanted to open up to the Russian, she had that safety vibe coming of her and you knew that she would never betray you or your trust that you put in her.

The mornings spent on reports also turned into evenings and soon there was movies every other day, she loved horror movies but you on the other hand loved action movies, there was plenty of action as a hero of the world but it never was enough.

She started to show herself around you more often and you really liked how you could make her laugh with simply couple words. She loved how close she gotten to you and how you trusted her with everything.

She had some doubt but you were always to reassure her, she was thankful for it each time, so in return she would ask you questions about yourself and you never hesitated for a moment to tell her.

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But the problem was that not everyone saw it like that, they saw her for her body but not for her heart which is one of many reasons to why she was slow at opening up.

It angered you that people didn't want to treat her like anyone else, just because she was gorgeous didn't automatically make her less of a human.

Today was one of those days where you were busy, like busy busy, overloaded with bunch of reports that needed to be sorted before the next day, so you spent your whole day in you room, you glared at the clock on the wall.

You was doing this for 6 hours straight, no breaks so you decided to just do that. You stood up and stretched out, walking out of your room without anyone around, it did ignite curiosity in you so you walked around cautiously to see what was the deal.

Three of your teammates with two random agents were placed on the couch in the living room, trapping Natasha in between them, from her body language she didn't want to be there.

Bruce and Bucky along with Steve seem to laugh at the agents jokes, you moved closer to the door as you listened to what they were saying.

"Come on Natasha, you should do that power pose and show off that body" One of the agents spoke up as they eyed the Russian.

The other agent tried to move closer to her but hesitated, knowing she could easily tackle him "You can't let that body go to waste"

The anger was raising as words spilled out of their mouths, why didn't Steve stop them? Did he really think that as well?

"I was near to tapping that ass but you know women" Bruce made a comment as he laughed along with the agents.

"If she dyed her hair blonde, the amount of jokes we could make then" Bucky smirked as he spoke loudly.

Natasha was just taking in all of the comments, you could see across her face that she didn't enjoy it at all, so she stood up and what they did next made you finally act.

They all looked at her ass and whistled "Romanoff, you should dance for us, show off those curves"

"I am a little hungry as well, you might as well move that pretty ass of yours and make us something to eat" One of the agents spoke up as he laughed.

You walked in as you raised your brows at the 5 men sitting and eyeing Natasha as a piece of meat, you pulled her into you causing her to jump a little but relax when she realised it was you.

They all looked at you and the other agent smirked "Are yous going to put on a lesbian show for us?"

Now you wasn't just unimpressed but also pissed, you pulled yourself away from the Russian as you stepped forwards in front of Natasha "Listen here you little dick, If I hear that you even looked at Natasha in any way, I will fucking haunt you and make sure you don't live to see tomorrow"

His friend was terrified, he gulped when you looked at him "As for you, I want you to go and make her a fucking five star meal and if it's not good, I swear to god you'll regret being born"

He shook his head so fast as he stood up but you stopped him with your powers "You want a show? I will fucking give you a show"

You gripped his face, squishing his cheeks very firmly, your hand started to glow blue as you made him hallucinate that he was in pain, from the fact that he couldn't move and he felt as if his skin was being peel off he only could scream.

You looked at the 4 men who looked very terrified of you, your eyes had flames and you wasn't going to go easy, on neither of them "If any of you ever comment anything sexist or inappropriate about any woman, including Natasha. I will make your life a living hell"

"Do yous understand?"

They shook their heads and scattered away from you as fast as they could, you let go of the dude in front of you, he looked weak but he gotten up so fast that you could swear he had powers as well.

You turned towards Natasha, worried "Are you okay? Did they touch you?"

You looked her up and down as you made your way towards her, she shook her head with a small smile. You pulled her into a hug as a single tear slid down Natasha's face.

You pulled away as you wiped that tear off with your thumb "Why didn't you act Nat?"

"What's the point? It wont stop them from saying what they want Y/n/n"

The pain in your heart was strong at the words, how could any woman not be scared of what could happen if they do protest against men.

You cupped her face as you looked into her eyes "Natasha Romanoff, I promise you that I will protect you from their filthy mouths"

She smiled, this time it met her eyes which caused you to smile. You crushed on Natasha for a long time and promised yourself that when the time was right you would tell her but each time it was harder to do so.

Her and Bruce at the time were something but when she decided to break it off, you were there for her you told her she didn't need to tell you the reason to why she decided that but reassured her that it was probably a good reason to do so.

Now you are holding her face as her eyes are locked with yours, you could feel those butterflies in your stomach raise up "I will be your knight in casual clothes because armour isn't my style"

She laughed with her whole heart, causing you to laugh as well "Gosh I love you.."

You froze at her words, and so did she, her eyes widen at her words but she knew there was no way out of this so she pulled her sleeve and started to fidget with it.

Your hands were on her face but dropped at those words, you stood still trying to understand what just happened, she continued as she looked down "I hope that's okay but I love you Y/n"

You couldn't believe your ears, the woman who always had trouble opening up, right now was vulnerable with her whole heart to you and you was stuck, frozen as you stared at her.

"I never had anyone stand up for me the way to did today, I started to realise that I had feelings that one day when you were near to death on that mission" She was still fidgeting with her sleeve.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same way but you just needed to know.." She confessed, she was standing in front of you holding her heart out in her hands, offering you to take it.

You smiled whole heartily as you looked into her eyes when you pulled her face by her chin "It's more than okay Tasha"

Your hands dropped to her hips as you pulled her in closer to you "Because I love you too"

That look in her eyes, you could see that she had those butterflies too, her eyes locked with yours, she tilted her head slightly to the side and crashed her lips against yours.

Her hands were placed on the back of your neck pulling you deeper into her kiss, you slowly backed her into the wall and when her back hit the wall, she gasped which you used the opportunity to slide your tongue inside her mouth.

The kiss became heated real quick, forgetting that the two of you were still in the public place, only when someone cleared their throat, make the two of you look where the sound came from.

Natasha hid her face in the crook of your neck as she quietly laughed at how awkward that is, you pulled yourself away from her as you looked in the direction of Tony, who looked at you with pure disgust.

"As if you never done this, but sorry you had to witness..." You rolled your eyes at him at first but looked over at Natasha who was still leaning on the wall "This"

She smiled as she intertwined her hand with yours and tugged it to pull you out of the living room, the two of you made it to her room but it wasn't long before you reclaimed her lips with your own.

This time it was a little bit more gentle, you backed her up to the bed as the back of her leg hit the bed frame, before you pushed her back and claimed on top of her.

The only light was the moonlight that was shining through the blinds, you kissed her passionately and redirected your kisses down to her neck, she moved her face to the side giving you more access to her neck.

You left marks as you slightly stank your teeth in but sucked the spot right after, earning a few small moans from the redhead beneath you, she was slowly turning into a mess but she managed to slightly pull you away.

"Don't you have a lot of work?" She asked a little worried but lust was more visible.

"It can wait" You declared as you looked into her eyes "Are you sure you want this?"

She smiled at you being caring and asking for consent "I want this детка (baby)"

You smirked as you placed a soft kiss on her lips and returned to her neck, giving it a couple more kisses and slowly moving down, the only thing that stopped you was the material of her clothes.

She slightly lifted herself off as you pulled her shirt off, exposing her upper body, you looked at her in admiration, her eyes had slight doubt across them but you were quick to reassure her.

"You are beautiful Tasha" You meant every word that came out of your mouth.

There was a blush across her cheeks as she smiled at you, your hand reached for the back of her bra as you unhooked it and pulled it off her.

You took couple of seconds to admire the view before attaching your mouth to her nipple, she bit her bottom lip to prevent her from moaning.

Your free hand glued itself to the other breast, giving it the same amount of attention as your mouth did, you moved your lips to her ear as your hand kept playing with her now hard nipple.

"I want to hear you Natty" You whispered into her ear and with that Natasha moaned into your ear causing a small smirk to settle on your lips.

You continued to kiss down her body until you reached the bottom of her stomach, you looked up at her to see if she was okay, she nodded to give you the confirmation.

You pulled her shorts off along with her underwear, exposing the bottom half of her body, you could smell her arousal which only fuel you on.

You teased her as you kissed her inner thigh, leaving marks there as well, you would from time to time lock eyes with her. You moved closer to her pussy, teasing her with your tongue causing some frustrated moans to escape her mouth.

Her hips would buck as you would teasingly lick her wet folds, she looked down at you as her eyes were consumed with lust "Please Y/n! Just fuck me already"

That's all you needed to hear before you attached your mouth to her dripping pussy, giving her clit the attention first as the more louder moans escaped her mouth.

You gripped her with your hands as your tongue worked it's magic against her hard clit, she was gripping the bed sheets as moans were spilling out of her lips, not caring if anyone heard.

You moved one of your hands as you slipped one of your fingers inside her and without letting her adjust you started to thrust into her, the feeling of pleasure was building up quickly in the bottom of her stomach with each thrust.

"Oh god" Those were the only words she managed to choke out, she was soaked which stoked up your own arousal along with her moans.

Her hips were quick to match your pace as you thrusted, bringing her closer and closer, you pushed the second finger inside and this time you curled the two fingers, hitting her spot all over again.

One of her hands gripped your arm as her nails dug into your skin, the other hand was still tightly gripping the bedsheet, her head was thrown back as you came up to her face.

Your pace of your fingers never slowing down but thrusting harder and fast "Let me show you how you should be treated instead darling.."

You kissed her lips as she moaned, you moved back down as you felt her walls tighten, knowing she was about to cum. You pushed your fingers even deeper into her, her breathing was heavy letting out low and loud moans.

You watched as the orgasm consumed Natasha with your name falling freely from her lips, you slowed down your thrusts to let her ride out her orgasm, holding her steady pulling your fingers out of her as you licked her clean, and moved back up to her lips.

Kissing her as she slightly moaned at the taste of herself into the kiss, you pulled away from her as she was still breathing heavily, staring into your eyes with a smile.

"Now it's your turn" She spoke in between breathes.

You shook your head "Not today darling, today's focus is you.."

You stripped yourself naked as you pressed your warm body against Natasha, glaring at the marks you left and holding her tight in your arms as she slowly calmed down from her high.

You were sure in this moment that you wanted to hear her moan your name till the rest of your life, it was the music to your ears and you didn't want it any other way.

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itsallyscorner · 4 years

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Could you do something where the reader is a marvel actor but crashes a panel that Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan are doing (kinda like Tom Holland did that one time) but the sofa is small so the reader is squished in between them and has to share their mics when asked questions something like that. It can be platonic but they are really close or the reader has a little thing going on with Seb but is really close with Mackie. I hope that made sense!

Oooo this request is so cute! Thank you for the request lovely, hope you like it!💜

a/n: This imagine is HEAVY on the dialogue because I wanted to include some fun questions from the fans and what not, anyway here’s the imagine:)

💌.

Stackie Sandwich

You watched from backstage as Anthony showed off his thighs to the crowd, you know, the usual. You were currently at ACE Comic Con along with Anthony and Sebastian. You always enjoyed going to these kind of things. Meeting and getting to interact with the fans was always fun, it reminded you of why you did these movies and how thankful you were to have such lovely, supportive fans.

Currently you and the crew backstage were trying to find a way to sneak you onto the stage without interrupting a question.

Anthony sat back down on the small couch as Sebastian laughed at his friend’s antics.

“I’m telling y’all, you wanna have thighs like these, you gotta do leg day. Don’t skip leg day.” Anthony tells the crowd as he nudges Sebastian. You chuckle from backstage as Kevin Smith, the monitor of the panel continues.

“So I know we were supposed to be joined by (y/n) (y/l/n), where is she?” He asked the men.

“Probably on a coffee run.” Sebastian answered immediately shaking his head with an eye roll. The crowd reacts with quiet giggles.

“I swear that woman cannot function without her coffee.” Anthony remarked.

“I’ve known her for years and lemme tell you it’s like her body is going through some kind of error. We were on set for a movie we did together and I was talking to her.” Anthony started as he leaned forward.

“Now I didn’t know she didn’t have her coffee yet. I’ve been talking for like 10 minutes and the whole time she was sleeping. And when she began to like wake up and talk, it was like she was a sloth.” Anthony shared as he proceeded to act like a sloth saying “Error 404” really slow.

You turned to the stage hand and said “I’m going now, he just called me a sloth.”

The man laughed and handed you a mic from the side. Before walking out you say into the mic, “I know you ain’t talking about me, Mackie.” You walk out to the stage and the crowd cheers loudly. Mackie throws his head back as he laughs.

“Hey everyone!” You greet the crowd, waving at all of them. You approached the guys with your arms up in a “fight me” manner, it was mostly for Anthony. You greet Kevin and move to Sebastian, purposely skipping Anthony.

“Hey, dragostea.” Seb greeted you as he wraps his arms around your body. You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and hide your face in between his neck and shoulder.

When you pull away you turn to Anthony who looked offended. You send him a playful smile and smack his arm before jumping on him and wrapping your arms around him. He lets out his boisterous laugh and hugs you back. In the process you drop your mic on the stage causing you to cringe.

You guys settle onto the small couch. You sat in between Anthony and Seb, fairly squished in the middle by the two buff men. Their legs took up too much space on the couch, leaving no room for your own legs. The crowd laughed at your face as you tried to make yourself comfortable in the tight space.

You went to speak into your mic but it didn’t register. Looks like you broke the mic.

“Look at you, haven’t been up here for a minute and you already broke something.” Anthony tisked playfully. Sebastian poked you with his mic and handed it to you. You thanked him with a smile.

“I’ll pay for that! Just send me the bill.” You yell towards the back. You look at Anthony and raise your brow at him.

“You need to pipe down, son. You’ve been coming at me all morning long.” You acknowledged pointing a finger at him. The crowd laughs along with Seb. Anthony nods as he stifles his laughs to himself.

“(Y/n), thank you for joining us, how are you?” Kevin asks you.

“I’m doing great! I’m so excited to be here and meet all of you! I saw so many of you guys dressed up, and you all look absolutely amazing! I also saw a dog on my way here!” You answered bubbly.

“What kind of dog?” Sebastian asked pulling your hand with the mic towards him.

“A golden retriever and omg he was dressed as Cap!” You squealed.

“I hope that dog is here because I want to meet them and just smother them with hugs.” You add as you motion to the audience.

“Sebastian said you were running late because you were on a coffee run, is that true?” Kevin asks as Sebastian scrunches his nose.

“I mean he’s not completely wrong. I got coffee before I got here. But the traffic on the way here was really bad.”

“She’s lying, she spent a good half hour at Starbucks sippin’ on her coffee while inhaling the smell of Starbucks like an addict.” Anthony jokingly jabs at her. You were used to the playful jabs from Mackie, it was how you guys were. Knowing each other for years, you guys formed a brother/sister relationship.

“Alright then! So, we’ve got a line forming for the questions! How about we start?” Kevin continued as he motioned to the crowd.

🕓 Time Skip

It’s half an hour into the panel and you guys have been asked so many questions already. Some about your characters, the relationships off screen, and some new projects. Thankfully the crowd was very nice and respectful to you all, no one asked anything rude or made offensive comments.

The laughs were just dying down after Mackie told another one of his jokes. A teenage girl dressed as your character came up to the mic.

“Hi, my name is Maddie and my question is for (y/n)!” She waved at you with a grin.

“Hi, hun! You look beautiful by the way, I love your costume!” You complimented her, taking Anthony’s mic. She thanks you and continues.

“I—, I’m sorry you’re just so small compared to Anthony and Seb on that couch. You’re so cute!” The audience laughs along with the two men next to you.

You huff and squish your way out between Anthony and Sebastian’s bodies, “In my defense it’s a really small couch! And these guys are so beefy they take up all the space on here!”

“It’s a Stackie sandwich with a side of (y/n)!!” Mackie enthusiastically announced making the crowd go crazy.

Sebastian moved further into the corner of the couch making more space for you. He even moved his arm to rest on top of the couch’s backrest. You could hear some fans point it out and squeal. You thank him by patting his leg as his arm lingered behind you.

“So my question is, how is it like to be around such tall people? Because I’m short as well and I have to always look up at everyone.” Maddie says into the mic.

“That’s exactly how it is! Sometimes I get concerned if I’ll mess up my back because I have to look up at everyone!” You say into Sebastian’s mic, which he voluntarily held up for you.

“We carry her around a lot on set.” Seb chimes from beside you.

“Yeah like a sack of potatoes.” Anthony adds.

You pull on Seb’s arm to talk into the mic, “They also tease me a lot, but it’s all in good fun.”

—•

“Hey guys! I’m Jess and my question is for Anthony! So you and (y/n) have worked on multiple projects together. How was it like to be in Marvel with each other and act along side each other?”

You giggled at the question, turning to Anthony, “How’s it like to work with me, huh?”

“I mean, honestly, it’s always an honor to work with (y/n). I’m glad that I know someone like her in this business, she’s one of the most genuinely nice people you’ll ever meet. And I respect her for that because sometimes it’s hard to not get blinded by the fame and just become a dick, or a diva in your case.” Anthony answered as he threw an arm around you.

“Aww thanks, Mac.” You smile and lean on his shoulder.

“And to add onto that. Our characters in the movie are pretty close as well, so when Anthony and I have scenes together, it doesn’t even feel like acting. It’s always a great time on set when he’s around.” You finished off.

—•

“Hi, I’m Elena and my question is for Sebastian!”

“This is our last question for the panel, so make it good!” Kevin interjects.

“Go ahead, sweetheart.” Sebastian says to the fan.

“Bucky and (y/c/n) have really good chemistry with each other in the movies and the relationship doesn’t feel forced onto the fans. I wanted to know if any of the chemistry on screen is real offscreen?” Elena asked with a cheeky grin. You remained quiet as you felt Anthony nudge you with his knee.

Sebastian longingly stared at you for a moment before answering, “Well it’s not hard to act like you’re in love with (y/n), because everyone on set loves her. She unapologetically herself and I think that’s what makes it so easy to have chemistry with her, it just felt natural with her, you know?”

“To answer your question, Elena. They’ve been on a few dates already.” Anthony blurted out causing the audience to erupt. You looked at him with your mouth agape from your position on Sebastian. You were currently leaning into his side while your arm rested on his thigh.

“You weren’t supposed to say that.” Sebastian uttered as he moved his arm to wrap around your shoulders. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have feelings for Seb. You guys definitely had chemistry offscreen and everyone knew about it.

“Hey! All I’m implying is that y’all need to both stop beating around the bush and make it official Anthony defended himself.

“Fine!”

“(Y/n), how do you feel about dinner tonight?” Sebastian asked you.

“Sounds good.” You smile at him.

“Great, we have some things to discuss.” He playfully teased the crowd.

“FEELINGS!” Anthony yelled over Sebastian.

Kevin laughed as he ended the panel, “On that note! Our panel has come to an end, thank you everyone for showing up and for your questions! Thank you Anthony, (y/n), and Sebastian for coming here we really appreciate it!”

You guys thank the crowd again and take a group picture with the audience. Anthony leaves the stage first followed by you and Seb. Sebastian helps you down the stairs and keeps a hand on your back.

“Wait, are we actually going to dinner?” You asked looking up at him.

“Yeah, I told you, we’ve got some stuff to talk about.” He winks as he leads you guys to the green room.

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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22! angst to fluff pls love ur works <333

THANK YOU SM EVERYONE FOR REQUESTING HOPE YA'LL LIKE IT LOVE YAA !!!!!!

Harry hates one thing, most. That’s silence. Still, Y/N gave him a silent treatment knowing how much it drives him insane. It pinches him in throat in the most sickening way and makes him vicious about their fights more.

She has her reason too. Anyone would have a right to be mad if their boyfriend will be seen going to bars with models and cherry on top it turns out be his ex.

In his defence it was a PR stunt to keep the quietude about his dating life since Y/N and Harry’s relationship is private for Y/N's sake.

“You could’ve atleast told me, tha' you were going with her?” Was all she said. Confusion and insecurities and the images of her glued all over him mocked her in the most brutal way before she was distancing herself away from him.

He did anything in his will to bring her back to him, apologised and tried to shower her in kisses, making her brekkie and staying at home but she kept on pushing him away.

The problem wasn’t him. It was her. She blamed herself. He’s been nothing but so gentle with her and she’s towing him away like a used tissue.

Harry knew Y/N anxiety was always at bay and he didn’t want to worsen it by going public but it was biting him in arse as questions upon questions were thrown at him for past three years.

It's Saturday morning and she appears from the guest room after ages, the sight for sore eyes.

Harry’s eyes that were staring the tiled wall of kitchen flitters towards her and his gaze turns soft when he sees her drowned into one of his lilac sweater (she missed him so much and felt awfully hollow and cold sleeping in the bed that doesn’t smell like him at all; so she did what could comfort her best).

She looks so small and frail as if the demons of the lone bedroom swallowed her whole.

Heavy eyebags digging away the glimmer in her eyes, her cheekbones prominent and the pinkness of her eyes visible telling how much she’s been crying.

He turns expressionless on purpose when she meets his gaze and isn’t what she wanted? Some space to figure her thoughts out – but that polite gesture turned into a silent treatment from Harry’s side this time.

She knows that he’s more of a meanie in this game than her because he’s the one that never let things bottle up, his eyes gives away everything but right now they’re just murk of anger.

“Can we talk?” Her voice dim from crying for days and Harry elevates his shoulders carelessly, wrinkles on his forehead and his frown deep as he shrugs, “Dunno. Realized t’pick y'puppet back, your eminence?” His taunt hits her right in chest and she blinks the moisture in her eyes away looking down at her fingers fumbling with the frays of the hem.

He’s cloaked with sadness and dejection from her misbehaviour.

He’s the most petty when she’s the reason of his agony.

“I hate how much I care about, you.” He spats. Knuckles turning white from his grip around the marble counter and Y/N listens —— because good, she should now she’s out of her own bubble.

“How much I’ve told y'that no-one ‘n damn nothin’ could come between us —-" His tone dripping with malevolence and bitterness it tears Y/N up.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Harry!!” She almost shouts. Shaky fingers contemplating to rip at her hair and her tears now shines at her cheeks, Harry elicits a flak taunting chuckle.

“See you’ve never trusted our love. Can y'fo’ once get outta y’head?” His own eyes glossy and his cheeks flushing rosy from the impact.

“You don’t want to bear what comes with lovin' me, don’t want me to cover up tha’ fo' you and you couldn’t spend a single day without doubting us,” He licks the salt away from his lips and his heart pauses a slow beat when Y/N's lips wobbles -- incoherent blabbers slipping past her swollen lips.

“What d'ya want then!?” The loud snap of his abrasive voice hitches her breath and she sobs out sorrowfully, “I just want you.” He sighs in defeat. Not really pondering over the severity and nuance of his words before speaking.

“Falling in love with you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life.” That was the last blow for Y/N. She gasps out a cry. Pupils bursting wide and her insides falls sick as the itching goosebumps pin-prickles at her skin.

Everything gets struck for a moment. Harry’s expression matches her as he realizes what damage he has caused and to confirm it a blaring thunder roars through the sky.

Y/N gulps the achy feeling in her throat and just nods silently retreating back through the steps that led her to him and he’s rushing behind her in fret only to get the door to be slammed on his face.

He curses himself. Hitting his forehead into the door frame, that was the lowest and most cheapest fucking insult you could’ve managed to throw her way you dick.

“Y/N. I’m —-...fuck.” He knows that a sorry will be too humiliating for the hurt he has caused her.

While, Y/N sits on the floor at the most corner of the room with her knees bunched up to her chest. His hurtful words rings in her skull and she stuffs her face into her elbow sobbing into it watching the bear Harry won for her in a carnival with doleful blurry vision.

Through his whole life the only decision he regrets is loving me – out of every stupid thing he thinks our love is the most stupidest, what if it's the end? How I'll live without him? It’s impossible.

Forgetting hurts the more than grieving and she’d never be able to do that.

Her toes numbs to tingles and she feels herself drowning somewhere into pitch darkness, her heart lurching ruefully at each knock Harry taps on the door and her stomach burns with acidy sting lungs knotting tight making her gasp for oxygen.

Her panic attack crawling up her body in beasty blood curling gashes and she attempts to shout a plead for Harry but white dots appears at the back of her eyelids tripping her into mountain of floor pillows.

It knocks the vase out and it shatters beside her head, “Y/N! Baby!” Harry pounds at the door and when doesn’t hear a response from her side he’s kicking it open harshly.

The lock unhinges as he rushes inside worrisome and his world shatters when he sees his lovie struggling for a breather, her petite body trembling and shaking with each gasp that bolts her throat more and she nearly begs for him to do something.

He’s falling beside her on the floor and embracing her pliant figure in his gentle hold, “’S okay. ‘S okay.” He croaks out wiping his own tears with the sleeve of his hoodie.

He rubs her tummy in soothing circles then trails his clammy palm up her chest and maintains an eye contact with her panicked ones. Her breath shudders when she tries to calm it back and her nails digs into his skin in doing so.

“Doing s'good f'me darling, yeah —-..yeah.” He bobs his head vigorously and assuring-ly stroking his thumb against her soaky cheek tenderly in pacifying motions.

Her breath lulls slowly back into a pattern and she jerks a little while inhaling a nourishing puff, “Take a breath honey, yes princess just like that.” He whispers speckling a tiny kiss to her forehead.

He pushes her up with a firm hand on her hip and into his lap murmuring sweet dottings into her ear, “Squeeze me hand if you could hear me baby.” He just wants to be reassured she’s doing okay –- his face crooked against her pulse point into her throat and she does so giving a weak squish to his fingers.

“Jeez.” He bumps her chin up with his head and touches their temples together – eskimo kissing her nose and her eyelids flutter when he pecks her mouth ever so lightly.

His insides are shaking anxiously from fright and he again hugs her warmly to feel her.

“’M sorry. So sorry lovie' didn’t –-.. didn’t mean to hurt ya, swear moppet was just upset tha’ y’were being so far from me. I love you so much precious ....." He presses his wet lips to the side of her head and buries his nose in her hair -- arms tightening around her waist.

".... and I don’t think lovin' you is stupid. Thinks tha’ ‘s the only best thing I’ve ever done in me life ... could never love anyone like that.” He mumbles cradling her sweaty face into his palms and patches soft kisses all over her face.

She hiccups a whimper. Nose quivering and lip wobbling — letting him kiss her pout and fists the flimsy fabric of his hoodie in her teensy hands compared to him, “’M sorry too. Sorry f'acting childish and not talking to you about it. I’m just scared I’m getting too obsessed with the idea of us and it’ll ruin us pathetically.”

“Wait. Wait woah baby ...” He grabs her gently with shoulders and pulls her back from him, “’S tha’ why you were trying to live off all by yourself?” He asks politely a bit glum she was enduring all of that herself.

When she tries to hide her face out of timidness he hooks his thumb under her chin and highers it up, “Y/N.”

“Thinks you love me so intensely?” She sniffs nodding in agreement and he smiles sweetly.

“Then fuckin' do it silly. Why d'ya think I wouldn’t want that lovlin? I want to be so loved by my sweet baby.” He almost falls back when she slings her arms around the nape of his neck and brings him down for a cuddle.

“I love you so much my Angel.” He murmurs with his face squished into her neck and fills his lungs with her warm vanillay scent.

She rubs her cheek up and down his chest like an affectionate starved puppy then stops where his heart lays under the trap of bones and kisses it three times.

Her love language. When she isn’t able to utter something she’s always appreciating him with loving actions and at the moment she did the same to exchange the sentiment.

Three kisses to heart means, “I love you so much it aches me.” He immediately catches it and pecks her nose.

"I know bub, I know."

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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Noona, Do You Not Like Younger Men? (Choi San+Jung Wooyoung)

Pairing: Choi San× Milf! Reader (Female)× Jung Wooyoung

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Idol AU.

Summary: Maybe going over to pester their favorite manager during her vacation wasn't such a bad idea, especially if it ends up with them getting what they always fantasized about every night.

Word Count: 4.2+K

Warnings: Age differences (still within legal boundaries), breast play including titty fucking (yeah I'm aware some of us don't have huge tits, I'm part of that squad but we can dream ok?) fingering, m+f+m threesome, ass grinding, spanking, degradation.

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @galaxteez @multidreams-and-desires @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @deja-vux @daniblogs164 @brie02 @couchpotatoaniki @a-soft-hornytiny

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Y/N's eyes squinted at the two younger males who casually showed up at her home, uninvited and already letting themselves in as if they owned the place.

"Hi Noona. Did you miss us?" The older one of the two squished her cheeks together, earning him a slap on his wrist, which he did not appreciate.

"Aww Noona, now look what you've done. You made him sad." The other male pointed to the other's pout.

"Choi San and Jung Wooyoung, just what the hell do you think you're doing here?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Isn't it obvious? We came to keep you company!" San cheerfully exclaimed.

"We know you missed us so we decided to come over and spend time with our favorite manager." Wooyoung added as he went over to try and cling an arm around the older woman, but she brushed his hand away.

"Ok, in case you guys didn't know, I'm on vacation, a well needed vacation from my manager duties. Specifically from you two! You little brats who constantly give me migraines and high blood pressure. I got this vacation to get away from you both!"

The boys were taken aback by her outburst, looking back and forth between each other and then returned their faces back to her. Their somber and disappointed expressionism soon bursted out in laughter, confusing the woman in front of them.

"Oh Noona! You're so funny." San giggled.

"We know you love and adore us so much. And you're happy that we came to keep you company!" Against her will, and more since she was outnumbered, she let Wooyoung and San each take one of her arm and drag her over to the living room where they sat her down and started arranging the space so they could have a small movie day. Y/N let out slow and deep breaths as she tried not to lose her patience and just let the boys run around her house as they started putting the snacks they brought with them into bowls. She could hear them muttering angrily to each other from the kitchen, no doubt telling each other to be careful less they accidentally broke one of her plates. In less than 10 minutes, they had about 7 or 8 different bowls full of different snacks, ranging from crispy chips, to sour gummy worms and even different types of sweet chocolates.

"We even got mochi ice cream! Would you like some?" Wooyoung enthusiastically shoved the case that contained assorted flavors of the icy dessert.

Knowing she might as well enjoy the gluttonous snacks while she could, Y/N skimmed her hand over them and picked out one of the mint chocolate mochis and stuffed it in her mouth. Unbeknownst to her, the man on her right was staring at her with a wide smile as she ate the ice cream. When she noticed, she gave him a puzzled look and scooted further away from him.

"You chose the mint chocolate flavor." He giddily stated.

"Yes....any problem with that?" She questioned.

San emitted happy squeals at that.

"I love mint chocolate flavor too! Don't you see Noona? This further proves that were soulmates and destined to be together!"

Without even asking or warning, he snuggled himself against her, an arm around her waist as he used her chest as a makeshift pillow. Coming back from the kitchen, Wooyoung glared at San when he saw how close he was with their manager.

"Hey! No fair. Don't hog Noona up for yourself. We promised to share!" He quickly jumped on the other side and tried to tangle himself around her, proving to be difficult when San was pushing him away. Y/N ended up being pulled and tugged from both sides as the boys fought amongst themselves for her. Fed up with their antics, she reached her hands over and smacked both of their thighs sharply, making them retreat away from her less they suffered more physical pain from her.

"I want both of you to stay at least an arm's length away from me if you're planning to stay here and watch a movie. And absolutely under no circumstances do I want either of your mouths opening to sputter nonsense and annoy me further...Got it?!"

Both of the idols scooted to either ends of the couch, each grabbing a nearby cushion to keep them company and to protect them in case they furthered irritated their off duty manager. Y/N took a deep breath as she rubbed the side of her temples, letting the boys pick out which movie they wanted to watch. She probably wouldn't even enjoy the movie with the two rascals nearby, she thought to herself. Wooyoung and San settled for a cute looking movie, both of them hoping that the fluffy contents would soften up Y/N so they could cuddle up next to her once more. The woman however cringed when she saw the title.

"Ugh. Wake me up when whatever chick flick you chose is over." She settled back onto the couch, her eyes already closing.

"Aww come on Noona, give it a try. You might even like it." San suggested.

"Romantic movies have never been my type." She mumbled out, her hand reaching out to take some of the popcorn on the table to stuff in her mouth.

The movie played out exactly as she expected it to. Nothing short of all the typical cliches and stereotypes portrayed on every single romantic comedy made in existence. The boys would often look back at her every few minutes, their faces getting more and more discouraged when their manager didn't seem to be enjoying their company. It seemed that their plan to get close to her backfired as she was currently resting her chin on her palms, dozing off slowly while not paying one bit of attention on the screen in front of her.

"Told you to pick a scary movie." San complained to his friend.

"Your chicken ass can't even handle them." Wooyoung side eyed him.

"Yeah, but jump scares serve as an excuse to hug the person next to you." He tilted his head over to Y/N.

"Nice move, saying your plan out loud for her to hear. You dumbass."

Taking the pillow he had, San chucked it at Wooyoung, knocking the snacks he was currently eating onto the floor. Grabbing the pillow, he made move to throw it once more, but Y/N held a hand up.

"Throw that cushion and I will choke you Jung Wooyoung."

The warned boy immediately sat the cushion back down, setting his hands down on his lap.

"Please do...."

Y/N's half lidded eyes sprung wide open when she heard his whisper. Slowly she turned her head at him, of course Wooyoung noticed out of the corner of his eye and swallowed harshly. He didn't think she was paying attention enough to hear him, but she was. Wooyoung soon felt flushed as she eyed him with an indiscernible stare, trying desperately to focus his attention on the movie in front of him but the heavy weight of her stare kept burning through him. Seeing as he wasn't going to say or do anything else, Y/N decided it would be fun to tease him like he'd often tease her. Sliding on top of him, to the surprise of not only Wooyoung but his friend on the other side, Y/N hummed softly as her fingers ran up his chest.

"Please do what Wooyoung? Choke you? Is that what you want? Want my hand wrapped around that pretty of neck of yours?"

The flustered male shuddered when her fingers encapsulated over the front of his neck, lightly applying pressure against his Adam's apple with her palm.

"Oh someone likes this a little too much." She chuckled as she subtly rolled her hips on his tent that formed as soon as she touched him.

"Please Noona.." Wooyoung squirmed underneath her body, hips trying to grind up against hers.

"I barely did anything and you're already begging for me. You're an even bigger whore than I thought you were." She let out an annoyed 'tsk' as she slowly began to get off his lap.

When Wooyoung felt her detaching herself, his hands came out to clasp her waist, keeping her firmly planted on his lap.

"Yes I am, I'm such a whore for you Noona. But please don't leave me here like this." He whined at her, looking completely pitiful as his hands desperately tried to keep her from moving. Y/N reached a hand out to toss some of the hair away from his forehead, her mind already working on ways to play around with the young male. Noticing that his eyes kept falling towards her chest, she suddenly got an idea.

"You like my breasts Wooyoungie?"

Her question caught him off guard, eyes widening, looking like a deer caught in headlights, especially after she called him by his nickname. He was beyond flustered, unable to look up at his manager anymore.

"I asked you a question Wooyoungie and I expect an answer or else I'll leave you hanging there and make you watch as I play with Sannie instead."

The forgotten male beside them became excited at hearing her words, his hand rubbing against his inner thigh, slowly creeping up to the bulge in his pants. Tilting his chin up to look at her, Y/N repeated her question once more, expecting him to reply as it was his last chance.

"Y-yes. I like your breasts very much Noona." He finally admitted.

Satisfied at getting an answer, Y/N pulled away from Wooyoung so she could start removing her shirt, both boys watching her without batting an eyelash. When her bra dropped on the floor, they both stared in awe at her voluptuous chest, mouths agape and nearly drooling at the sight.

"Fuck, they're just-wow." San chimed in, tongue wetting the center of his lips.

"You like them too Sannie? I always thought you were more of an ass guy." She commented with a knowing smile, recalling all the times he'd come up behind her and greet her with a pat on her bum.

"Oh hell yeah I am, but I'd never say no to an opportunity to suck on a pretty pair of tits." He acknowledged with no hesitation.

"Is that so? Well then."

Prying Wooyoung's hands off her, Y/N sat herself back in between the boys, hands cupping both of her breasts to gently massage them in her palms, fingers tweaking at her nipples which were slowly getting fully erect. The two men at her sides watched with hungry eyes, only imagining how soft and tender her breasts must feel, both wanting to replace her hands with their own. Unbeknownst to them, they were about to get a better offer.

"There's one for each of you my loves, so go ahead. Put your pretty mouths on them and suck on them. And maybe if you do good enough, I'll play more with you guys."

Wooyoung and San simultaneously looked at one another, both wondering if they heard her correctly or it was another perverted thought their mind played on them. Realizing it was not, San was the first one to be bold as he cupped the breast nearest to him and brought it up to his lips, where he proceeded to coat the areola with spit before he latching onto it.

"So you're more of a dirty boy, aren't you Sannie?" She mused at him, fingers brushing some of the bangs on his face.

San only responded by lifting his eyes momentarily to shoot a wink her way before indulging back in his task of suckling on her tit. Y/N turned her attention to Wooyoung, who was still nervously sitting there in a pliant manner. She beckoned for him to come closer.

"Wooyoungie, my other breast feels lonely."

Getting the hint, Wooyoung lowered himself and practically squished his face into her fleshy mound. As expected, he was very vocal, spewing out lewd sounds as he harshly sucked on her nipple, bringing in as much of her as he could possibly put in his mouth. Y/N laid her head back on the top of the couch, mouth drawing out heavy breaths and pants as she relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of the the younger male's mouths on her breasts, their tongues and teeth eagerly swirling and nibbling on her sensitive flesh. She noticed how both of them had completely different patterns. Whereas San's suckling was less intense, it was definitely more sloppy, spit dribbling down his chin and down her chest from all the insane movements his tongue worked on her nipple, each of them clearly focused on bringing her as much pleasure as possible. Wooyoung was definitely more intense and full of eagerness, but each swirl of his tongue or nibbling on her skin was less meditated and more like he was simply enjoying to taste the older woman, playing around with her breast as if it was a toy for him to fondle and tease as he pleased. Not that she minded, she loved being used as a toy by them both.

She became so lost in the feeling of their mouths on her body that she didn't notice the hands that had traveled in between her thighs until she felt them prying them open in an effort to slide her shorts and underwear down. She became somewhat self conscious when they managed to tear the rest of her clothing off, her legs closing tightly. Tapping a finger on her knee, San pulled off her nipple to say:

"Spread your legs for us and let us see that soaking cunt of yours."

Wooyoung was just as shocked as she was at his informal and vulgar words, but it certainly served to arouse her even more. Getting talked down to by someone younger than her..... it was definitely something. Giving him what he, and probably also his friend, wanted, she opened up her legs. Putting aside her gorgeous breasts for the meantime, the 2 pairs of eyes peered down at the sight below them, their Noona's folds glistening just for them and because of them, her tiny bud aching to be touched by their fingers. Signaling to his friend, San dipped his fingers down, swirling them around her clit before pressing down on it.

"Oh she's needy Wooyoung, I can feel it throbbing against my finger." San smirked as he lightly rubbed against her clit.

"Is our pretty Noona in need of our fingers? Does she want to get stuffed with them?" Wooyoung muttered against her ear, lips quick to muffle the moan that responded to his question. It was a sweet and tender kiss that was interrupted by San who tilted her chin towards him so that he could kiss her as well.

"Don't worry Noona. We'll make sure you're full and satisfied."

Y/N gasped as she felt both of their fingers slowly insert themselves into her slick and wet walls. Nudging to each other, their fingers started moving to and fro, eyes watching closely each facial expression that took over her features, reveling in the blissful sighs that were spilling out of her lips. Y/N couldn't keep herself from clenching tightly around their fingers, mesmerized by the sight of both of them fingering her tight little hole.

"Are you enjoying this Noona? Like having your tight pussy fucked by Sannie's finger and mine?" Wooyoung giggled, pushing his finger deeper into her, knuckles pressing against her mound which had her shuddering.

"Yes she is Wooyoungie, look at how much tighter she's becoming."

With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he looked at Wooyoung.

"Maybe we should stretch her out even further. Don't you think?" He suggested, to which Wooyoung agreed to with a grin.

With a sharp inhale, Y/N released a whimper when 2 extra fingers intruded into her intimate region, stretching her further. The pace with which they were thrusting their fingers into her increased, each of the boys jamming their fingers at different timings, making sure that their tips touched the hood of her sex, grazing that sweet spot of hers. Y/N was a whining and moaning mess. The boys were not giving her any chance to relax, when one set of fingers was pulling out of her, the other set was pushing back in, continuing its abuse on her g-spot. She felt her thighs starting to trembling, her lower stomach building up her climax by the second. Even with the 4 fingers parting her wide open, she was starting to squeeze around them, wrapping them up in a blanket of heat that would soon coat them with her release.

"Are you gonna cum Noona? Cum on Sannie's and my fingers?" Wooyoung cooed as he drove his fingers faster into her to help her reach her orgasm faster.

Y/N could only manage to nod slightly, eyes shutting tight, unable to register anything else save for the slippery and squealching sounds that came from between her thighs. She didn't feel San press his lips against her ear until his low voice spoke in that sexy satoori accent of his.

"Cum for us Noona. Cum all over us."

With his encouragement, she tipped over the edge, crying out loudly as her release started streaming down her body and onto their hands, dripping even down to their wrists. The boys were kind enough to continue filling her hole with their fingers, helping her ride out her orgasm until she came down from her high.

"Shit. Look at all the mess you made on us. Such a dirty dirty Noona." San taunted as he forced her to look down at their cum covered hands, which they both brought up to lick clean right in front of her.

"And you taste so delicious." Wooyoung added with star struck eyes.

Cupping both of their chins, she placed a peck on each of their lips.

"Thank you for that my darling boys, you made Noona feel amazing. It's only right Noona makes you both feel just as good."

Not forgetting about the throbbing needs in their pants, she ordered them to strip in front of her, an order they were eager to comply with. Through clumsy fumbling, a pile of clothes was added to the previously discarded garments from the woman in front of them. Y/N couldn't hide the satisfaction on her face as she gazed at their erect cocks, standing proudly, waiting to be touched and played with.

"Well I suspected my boys were big, but even the reality is nothing like what I imagined." The men flushed at her words, flattered by the knowledge that she had indeed thought about them in that way before.

"Wooyoungie, lie down right here." She patted the space next to her.

Following her instructions, Wooyoung placed himself where she wanted him, displaying himself out to her. Hovering above him, Y/N kissed along his defined abs, getting dangerously close to the tip of his cock, exciting him while the member behind them envied their close proximity. Y/N pulled her face away right before her lips could touch his head.

"As much as I'd love to suck your pretty little cock, I think there's something you'll enjoy even more babyboy."

The pet name followed by the image of her breasts enveloping his shaft between them was enough to drive Wooyoung wild as he realized what she had in mind.

"Oh fuck Noona- yes please." He was anxious about having her warm tits hug around his length and fuck him until they were coated in his cum.

"I knew you'd love the idea."

Glancing back at the neglected male, Y/N motioned for him to come over.

"And I have an idea for you too my precious Sannie. Since you seem to like my ass so much, how about you stuff that cock of yours in my cheeks and fuck yourself on them?"

San's eyes bulged out, his dick twitching when he heard those words. It was such an erotic, kinky and naughty idea and he was all up for it.

"Shit- fuck yeah." He wasted no time as he straddled Y/N's behind, slapping his cock on each of her asscheeks before prying them apart and laying his shaft in between them.

"Fuck yourself as you want Sannie and try to keep up with Wooyoung and I." She challenged him, which he was more than willing to take up.

Spitting down on Wooyoung's cock and her tits to properly lubricate them, she sandwiched his shaft in her pillowy and soft flesh before rubbing her tits up and down on him. Wooyoung was releasing gasp after gasp the more he felt and saw his member disappear and reappear from his Noona's glorious valley. Meanwhile behind her, San busied himself as he started rutting his cock against the firm but tender skin of her ass, groaning and grunting as he took advantage of the green light she gave him to go as hard as he wanted. Each time he slammed his hips up into her, he basked in the visual of her plump ass cheeks rippling with each of his thrusts.

"Oh God." San exclaimed, one hand coming down to strike one of Y/N's cheeks, causing her to jolt forward in surprise, her stiff nipples rubbing against Wooyoung's shaft.

"Shit! San- be gentle with Noona." He whined, his eyes still focused on the silky sensation of Y/N's boobs hugging him.

"It's ok Wooyoung. I know Noona liked it. She likes it rough. Watch."

Raising his hand once more, it came back down to spank the same spot he had previously hit, a light pink hue starting to appear on her skin. Y/N tried and failed to contain a whimpered moan from her lips, spit dripping out and falling on Wooyoung's tip.

"Shit Noona, are you really into freaky shit?" He asked in astonishment.

"She's literally letting two younger guys fuck her tits and ass, how much more reassurance do you need?" San pointed out as he squeezed at her ass, riding her backside with more intensity.

"She's just a dirty kinky whore, allowing us to use her body this way. And then she's gonna let us cover her in our cum cause she's that slutty."

Y/N groaned at his words, her tongue poking out to lick at Wooyoung's slit each time it peeked out through the valley of her enormous tits.

"Fuck to paint Noona's tits with my cum-" Wooyoung hissed, teeth tugging at his bottom lip.

"You wanna do that for me? Cum on my big boobs baby boy?" She chuckled when she felt Wooyoung's cock twitch against her skin.

He couldn't answer her as another one of San's slaps along with his frenzied grinding thrusted her forward, making her and the boy below her exclaim in surprise.

"You're not cumming without me. You better hold it." San warned through gritted teeth, nails digging into her flesh as he violently rammed his cock between her fleshy and plump folds.

Y/N looked down at poor Wooyoung's face, looking so distraught as he fought hard not to cum right then and there. Leaning down, Y/N gave his tip a few kitten licks before resuming to squish her breasts on his length.

"It's ok Wooyoungie. San forgets his not in charge here. I am. So cum for me baby boy. Cum all over your Noona's tits." She softly said to him.

With shuddering whines and whimpers, Wooyoung threw his head back, eyebrows furrowed as thick streams of cum erupt from his tip, his orgasmic bliss so overwhelming, lasting longer due to Y/N continuing to rapidly push up and down his cock, milking him out of the last drop of cum he had left in his body.

"That's it. That's my good little boy, keep cumming just like that." She praised him, watching with excitement as his seed plastered itself on the top of her cleavage, some of it even splashing onto her cheeks and chin.

"That's so fucking hot- Oh my God-"

After watching the scene play out in front of him, San felt a familiar tightness in his balls, his tip starting to swell up. Before he could even register it, he was already pumping his own cum all over Y/N's ass and lower back, sputtering out incoherent words as he did so. He ended up collapsing on the couch, energy completed drained after all that, same as his friend who was still laying still on the other side. Meanwhile Y/N grabbed the box of tissues that was on the coffee table and pulled a few of them out so she could clean herself and the boys up. Starting with Wooyoung, she wiped in between his thighs, picking up the remainder of whatever was left of his cum before turning to San and cleaning up his body as well. Once both of the boys were cleaned up, she grabbed a couple more tissues to use on herself. She was distracted when she heard both of them start giggling out of nowhere.

"What's so funny?" She asked them, looking at San and then at Wooyoung, both of them donning a suspicious smile.

"So Noona does like younger men..."

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imagine-loki · 3 years

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Swimming in the Punch, One Shot

TITLE: Swimming in the Punch CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One Shot AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki messing around with spell books an accidentally shrinks you to the size of a bug … shenanigans is ensured as he tries to learn how to reverse it. RATING: M

I used Darcy for this as could so see this happening with her!

‘Loki, I swear to god if you don’t get me back to my original size I will taser you in the balls!’

Loki couldn’t take the tiny sized Darcy seriously as her voice even sounded a little squeakier due to her drastic change in size.

‘Do NOT laugh at me!’ She shouted up at him and put her arms over her chest as she glared at him. She stomped her foot, but it had little effect on his soft palm.

Darcy was really regretting hanging out with Loki while he messed around with some spells from old books he’d found in the library on Asgard. He had taken her with him and Thor when they went back to visit, as Darcy had always wanted to see Asgard.

Plus, Loki rather liked her company. She was one of the only mortals that he did like, actually.

But Loki accidentally said a spell wrong and ended up shrinking poor Darcy to the size of his finger. He hadn’t been able to resist laughing and scooping her onto his palm, just to emphasise the size of her now.

‘I am trying to find a spell to sort it, Darcy. Stop talking and let me look.’ He tried to keep a straight face as he put her on the desk so he could flick through the books.

Darcy sat down on the edge of the desk in a huff.

‘Brother!’ Came Thor’s voice suddenly.

Loki quickly plucked Darcy off the table and placed her on his shoulder instead, making her squeak at being manhandled like that. But it was to make sure Thor didn’t accidentally squish her.

‘You are so in trouble when I get back to my right size!’ She snapped at him.

Thor never noticed Darcy on Loki’s shoulder as he approached Loki.

‘What do you want?’ Loki drawled.

‘It is almost time for the feast. Have you seen Darcy?’

‘I’m right here.’ She shouted at Thor.

Thor narrowed his eyes and then noticed her sitting on Loki’s shoulder. ‘What… Brother, what did you do?’

‘Why do you always think it’s my fault?’ Loki mocked hurt.

‘Because it is your fault.’ Darcy said as she grabbed a strand of his hair and tugged as hard as she could and also used it to help get herself up to her feet.

‘Ow!’ Loki whined.

‘You’re so tiny, how did this happen?’ Thor asked.

‘Mr magic here was messing around with spells, that’s what.’ Darcy accused and walked over to lean against his neck.

‘And I will sort it, I said I would.’

‘Well… Father and mother are expecting us.’ Thor said and motioned to go with him.

‘You best stay here, Darcy. It won’t be’

‘NO!’ Darcy smacked at his hand as Loki reached for her again, making him pause. ‘You are NOT leaving me alone while I am like this. Take me with you.’ She said firmly.

Loki rolled his eyes. ‘So small, but still so bossy.’ He sighed and started walking with Thor. Darcy almost lost her balance, so she sat down on his shoulder again to keep steady.

But she couldn’t resist tugging on his hair now and then on the way to the banquet hall.

‘If you don’t stop pulling my hair, I will flick you off my shoulder and you can take your chances walking back to your chambers.’ He growled in warning.

‘Spoil sport.’ Darcy muttered. ‘It’s your fault I’m this size in the first place, you should be taking pity on me.’

As they were about to enter the hall, Darcy suddenly had an idea.

‘Hey, Lokes…’

‘What have I told you about calling me that.’ He muttered as Thor went ahead inside.

‘Yeah, whatever. But we could have some fun with this, you know…’ She grinned as Loki turned his head to look at little Darcy on his shoulder, an eyebrow raised as a slow smirk spread across his face too.

Loki had excused Darcy’s absence when he entered the hall, saying that she wasn’t feeling overly great. Thor just looked confused, but didn’t say anything.

‘Are you going to put me on the table so I can actually eat and have some fun?’ She said to Loki.

Loki huffed and reluctantly placed her onto the table. ‘Just be careful.’ He said quietly to her.

‘Aww, are you worried about me?’ She patted his hand.

‘No. I just don’t want to have to explain to the others that you got flattened and are no longer with us.’ He muttered as he took a sip of wine.

Darcy giggled and scampered along the table, hiding behind wine goblets and food so she wouldn’t be spotted. She grabbed a few crumbs of food to eat that was quite big for her, surprisingly it was filling too.

But then she made her way towards the warriors three that were just opposite Thor. She made sure she was past them, at the opposite side to where Loki was.

Then with a little bit of a struggle, she managed to set up the plan with no one watching. She set up what was like a seesaw with a spoon, with a grape placed in the head of the spoon. Then she clambered up the side of a large goblet and leapt off it onto the end of the spoon, causing the grape to go flying at Fandral. His mouth had been open at the time, boasting to everyone about a girl he met last night, the grape flew into his mouth and he began choking.

Loki almost spat his wine out as he laughed at the sight. Fandral’s face went red as Sif jumped behind him and used the Heimlich manoeuvre to get the grape out.

‘LOKI!’ Odin yelled at him.

‘That was not me, father.’ Loki said innocently.

‘The grape did come from the other direction.’ Frigga said, having seen part of it happen. But Darcy was still unnoticed as she had jumped inside what looked like some kind of chicken or turkey carcass.

She waited in there until things settled again. Loki’s eyes roamed over the table, looking for her. But he couldn’t see her either.

Darcy darted out of the carcass after a while and made her way back towards Loki. But she paused when she saw a large punch bowl.

‘Ohhh boy. When am I ever going to get this chance again?’ She said to herself as she made a beeline towards it.

Loki spotted her running across the table towards the punch. He facepalmed as she managed to climb up the side of the bowl and then she dove head first into the punch.

‘Oh dear.’ He muttered, knowing this wasn’t going to end well.

Darcy was in heaven as she swam in the alcoholic punch, swallowing loads of it in the process. Because of how small she was, the alcohol affected her almost immediately. She ended up just floating on her back in it, smiling goofily up at the roof.

But that’s when one of Frigga and Odin’s guests went to take a scoop of said punch, but screamed when she spotted a mini figure in the bowl.

‘There’s a bug in the punch!’ She screeched loudly, making everyone around look on in confusion.

‘Who you calling a bug?’ Darcy asked, her voice slurred as she tried to upright herself and hold her fists up at the woman, but she ended up sinking down into the punch.

‘Ok, that’s enough mischief I think.’ Loki quickly ran down the table and scooped Darcy out of the bowl.

‘Should’ve know this was your doing, Loki.’ Sif said, but there was slight amusement on her face.

Darcy was very drunk, she rolled onto her side on Loki’s hand and grabbed his thumb with both arms, snuggling against it. Loki rolled his eyes at the sight of her, her clothes were utterly soaked in alcohol.

‘Loki… Outside, now.’ Frigga said in warning as she realised what had been going on.

Loki explained what had happened, hoping that Frigga would likely know the reverse spell. But what he told her wasn’t what he had been hoping to hear.

‘There is no way to break that particular spell, Loki. But she will change back in time…’

‘How long?’ Loki asked warily.

‘A few days.’ Frigga said, knowing it wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

‘Oh joy. She will be delighted to hear that.’ He cringed.

‘Just keep her safe until she changes back.’ Frigga began heading back into the hall. ‘Oh, and don’t let her swim in anymore punch.’ She smirked a little, then disappeared.

‘Yes, mother.’ Loki chuckled and took mini drunk Darcy back to his chambers to keep her safe until she was able to change back.

#Loki #God of Mischief #Submitted one shot #swimming in the punch #fanficshiddles

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park-jimin-isnt-real · 3 years

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“edge of tonight” drabble one ~ the dance

pairing: namjoon x reader (lots of platonic ot7 x reader) rating: T 16+ genre: mafia au, angst this drabble: Namjoon asks for a dance. tw: mafia!au, fluff (??? in an angst story???), angst word count: ~2.3k an: This isn’t part of the canon. It was something Reyna and I had planned to put in “the ball” but due to the universe rules I had already established, it wasn’t going to work. But we still really wanted it anyways, so I decided to us it as a drabble to celebrate my (very first) follower milestone and EOT turning one month old (I like celebrating the little things, it makes life more fun). I hope you enjoy it! Thank you, again, so much for reading!! Let me know what you think, feedback is always appreciated! the edge of tonight masterlist

Namjoon leaned against a pillar, drink in hand, as he watched the dancers twirl across the floor. Masquerades, in his humble opinion, were stupid. The point of mob families attending events such as a charity ball was for them to meet and try to one up each other, or to gain information. Masquerades, or more particularly masks, made that extremely difficult. Sure, they were fun, if the guest was nothing more than a date, or they were blissfully unaware of the type of people they were surrounded by.

It wasn't _impossible _to tell who was who beneath the mask, it just slowed Namjoon's process down considerably. He enjoyed sneaking into conversations he shouldn't have been in, people underestimated him because he looked too young to be that high up. But when half his face was covered, those same people became too suspicious.

Still, though, he supposed there could be something here to enjoy tonight. At the very least, Jin and his date looked like they were having fun. Namjoon only hoped nothing would happen to either of them, they didn't need a repeat of what happened with you and him. He didn't want to watch his eldest brother go through what he did.

The dance ended and he simply stood and watched as people exchanged places, dancers leaving to sit and rest while a new flood of people took their spots. A woman in a flowing burgundy dress and delicate silver mask threw herself at the wall a few meters away from him, catching his attention. She held a hand to her chest, over her heart, and her breathing was labored.

Namjoon's mind raced with possibilities, everything from she's just been shot to this is an act, don't fall for it. He looked away, not wanting to get caught staring, but something made the back of his neck itch. There was something about her that drew him in, something that screamed trouble, something that told him she needed help.

He waited patiently for her breathing to calm down, for her form to stop shaking. It took several minutes, but soon she was merely leaning against the wall for comfort rather than support. He passed his glass off to a nearby server and carefully approached her.

"Women like you don't tend to wallflower at events like this," he said, his deep voice resonating around the strings of the quartet. She looked up at him, eyes wide in surprise. Maybe she'd been so caught up in her own thoughts, she hadn't realized he was so close to her in the first place. "Are you alright?"

A polite smile turned up the corners of her lips. "Mostly," she answered, voice still quivering just the tiniest bit. "I felt a bit too claustrophobic out there and needed a moment to compose myself." Namjoon raised an eyebrow, although she couldn't see it due to his mask. He wasn't expecting an explanation that easily, he was used to working for those things.

"I see." Namjoon turned back towards the dance floor, once again watching as people spun around. "It does look a bit squished out there." He looked at her once more. Something inside him resonated with the woman, but he couldn't understand what, or why. There was just something about her that gave him a feeling of safety, of trust.

And if that was the case, then she was dangerous.

Namjoon's natural curiosity was getting the best of him, however. He should have bid her good night and walked off, left her alone. He should have pawned her off to Jimin, this was his expertise, but the thought made his skin crawl. He didn't want her anywhere near his younger brother, much less ending up in bed with him.

He didn't understand. No woman had ever made him feel like this, not since, well, not since you. And he'd spent the past ten years wholly dedicated to you; that's why he delegated these types of things to Jimin, or Taehyung and Jin when necessary. Namjoon didn't even want the temptation of betraying you.

But something about her reminded him of you. So maybe he could indulge himself, just for a moment. Maybe he could let himself pretend it was you standing there with him, in your gorgeous dress and pretty silver mask. Maybe, for just a few minutes, Namjoon could let himself be happy instead of sad.

"If you've recovered then," he began, holding a hand out, "may I have this dance?" She looked up into his eyes, and for a moment he found his breath caught in his throat. It must have been a trick of the light, because he thought, as he looked down at her, her eyes looked just like yours.

Her voice broke him from his reverie. "Thank you, but no." Namjoon couldn't help it, his heart dropped at her words, along with his hand. "I only have one more dance in me, and it's already been claimed." Her eyes left him, instead focusing on something across the room. He followed her gaze, and felt a twinge of annoyance when it landed on Jimin. The blond wore a mask, just like the rest of them, but everyone still knew exactly who he was.

"You don't want to dance with him," Namjoon said, voice harder than he wanted. "He's nothing but trouble." But if she was looking to dance with Jimin, then there was a chance she was actually seeking out their help. And if that was the case, Namjoon knew enough of what signs to look for, what questions to ask, that he could fill in.

"What if trouble's what I'm looking for?" She asked, head tilted to the side, eyes narrowed in a way that showed she already was trouble, she didn't need to go looking for it. Namjoon smirked and held his hand out again.

"Then you've already found it." Confidence and charisma rolled off him in waves. He could be charming when he needed to be, when he needed to act less like a broken-hearted love-struck fool and more like an elegant playboy.

She bites her lip, glancing down at his outstretched hand before looking up at him once more. Light as a feather she rests her hand in his, saying only a single word. "One." One dance, she was telling him, one chance. He didn't need anything more.

Namjoon led the woman onto the floor, mindful enough to keep their distance away from most of the other dancers. He held her close, hand firm but respectful on her waist. His free hand came up to rest on his shoulder, and soon they were waltzing just as well as any seasoned dance partners.

And for a moment - just a single moment - Namjoon let himself get lost in the sensation, he let himself indulge in his little daydream. It was so easy, in the subdued light of the chandeliers above them, to picture you there with him instead of her.

You had danced with him like this once, long, long ago. It was one in the morning, and you had woken up because you were hungry. Namjoon heard Jin's voice in his head, telling you to eat more at dinner otherwise you'd wake up in the middle of the night. You hadn't listened to him, naturally, insisting that you'd be fine.

Namjoon also heard you grumbling to yourself as you dug through the fridge in the dark, trying to find something small to hold you over until the morning came. The place you two had shared was small, and not the greatest, but it was yours. He had wrapped his arms around your waist, clinging to your back and resting his chin on your shoulder.

"You should've listened to Jin," he told you playfully. You had only rolled your eyes, continuing on your quest for food. Namjoon had only smiled, and started swaying the two of you slowly, humming an unrecognizable tune. You had let out a huff.

"Joonie," you had whined, "I'm hungry." You had turned in his hold, but did nothing to try and break it, instead wrapping your arms around his neck. With the light of the fridge shining behind you, you had looked like an angel, glowing just for him, a soft smile on your face.

Namjoon hadn't responded, only smiled back. He took one of your hands in his, and began twirling you around the small space. The laugh that escaped you had been music to his ears. You had known he wasn't that graceful of a dancer, he often tripped over his own two feet in his clumsiness - but he never stepped on yours. He always made sure of that.

That night was a shining star Namjoon held onto, in the darkness that surrounded him since you'd been taken from him - and you were taken so soon after that. If he could go back, if he could do it over again, he would've held you closer, told you he loved you more. The woman he was dancing with now, she might've reminded him of you, but he still knew, deep down, she wasn't you.

"Do I know you?" she asked suddenly, pulling him from his memories. The question shocked him, and for a moment he was at a loss for words. She let the silence be still for a moment, before speaking again. "I'm sorry, you just, you remind me of someone I knew once."

Namjoon felt his face soften. "Honestly, so do you. Someone I haven't seen in a long time." Too long, his brain reminded him, his damned IQ running through all the statistics that said you were most definitely long gone at this point. Still, he would hold onto the small hope he had, until it killed him.

"She must've been lucky then, to catch someone like you." She let out a humorless chuckle. "And pretty stupid to let you go."

"I shouldn't have let her get away," Namjoon responded, his heart heavy from the honest confessions. If only he could go back, if only he could make it right.

"If only, if only," she said, like she could read his mind. Before he had a chance, the music stopped, and the crowd of dancers applauded the musicians. He marveled at how soon the dance was over, but quickly remembered he had only asked her to dance when the song was nearly half over. She began pulling away from him.

"You know, you're not half bad a dancer," she told him, lips tilted in a smirk, voice teasing. She gave him a mock curtsey, before looking around, her attention being taken somewhere else.

Namjoon bowed, knowing his time with her was up. Inside he was beating himself up. He could've gotten some info from her during that time, but instead he got lost in a fleeting moment from long ago. Now he would have to pass her off to Jimin, as much as he didn't want to. "I'm sure your other suiter is waiting for you." He gestured towards the bar, where sure enough, Jimin and Taehyung were speaking with several others.

She looked him up and down once more, then smiled, and for a small moment, Namjoon swore it looked just like one of yours. "Maybe when I’m done with him, I'll come back for you." She walked off before he could say anything else. Namjoon watched her walk away for a minute, then took his time strolling around the room, looking for another wall to lean against, another small drink to drown his overgrown sorrows in.

Several minutes later, Yoongi found and approached him, anger rolling off of him. It was unusual to see the hitman, normally collected and composed, so wound up like that. Namjoon was put on high alert immediately.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Yoongi took a deep breath, before speaking in his same calm and quiet voice, looking Namjoon in the eyes.

_"Don't freak out." _Namjoon's eyes widened and he nearly dropped his glass, much in the same way Hoseok had, Yoongi noted. "Namjoon, I said don't freak out."

"She's here?" he asked, voice raspy. "You're sure?"

"Hoseok is talking to her right now," Yoongi answered. Namjoon's body jolted forward, you were here, he had to find you, he had to--

Yoongi placed his hand on his leader's chest, stopping him from going anywhere. "He's the best chance we have at getting answers. You know that."

Maybe Namjoon did know that, but that didn't mean he had to like it. Still, Yoongi had a point, and there wasn't anything he could do. So the two stood together, waiting for… something, though neither was sure exactly what. Then Namjoon caught a flash of red from the corner of his eye.

He turned, curious. Maybe it was the woman from before. Maybe she had finished with Jimin, and he had sent her back. Namjoon would have to pass her on to Yoongi, however; you were here and that was far more important to him right now. He wasn't expecting what he saw.

It was the woman, the same flowing burgundy dress, the same delicate silver mask. The mask was in her hands now, however, and she was following a different member of his gang towards the doors that lead to the terrace. Hoseok had a gentle hold on the small of her back, and as she glanced around the room, Namjoon felt his heart stop.

It was you. That woman, in the red dress, with the silver mask, the one who reminded him so much of you - _because it was you. _It was you he danced with, and he hadn't had a clue. How could he not have seen it?? Everything was there, those were your eyes, that was your voice, that was your smile and the way you bit your lip. Your words rang through his head, this time taking on a whole new meaning.

"Do I know you? You remind me of someone I knew once."

As he stood, as he waited, Namjoon's brain went into overdrive, overthinking and analyzing every little detail he could remember. And, somewhere in there, he also decided that masquerades were his least favorite thing in the entire world.

If you need a bit more clarification on why this wouldn’t have worked, it’s because even with the masks on, she and Namjoon would have recognized each other almost immediately. I had already established that Jungkook, Yoongi, and Jin had basically recognized her off nothing more that a simple glace or hearing her say a few words. Namjoon would’ve picked up on that in no time; and likewise she would’ve been able to tell it was him just as quickly. It would’ve made for some cute moments, and more drama at the end, but ultimately we decided to cut the dance and the masquerade idea altogether. Anyways, I’ve rambled on enough. Thank you all so much, again and again and again, for reading. Please let me know what you think, and I’ll see you on Saturday for the next chapter! Super special thank you to my (not so tiny anymore) taglist! Let me know if you want to be added and subsequently become a Cool Kid™ @illnevertrustmyselfagain @misschino @youlook-likehell @dany-but-not-targaryen @nyx-goddess-of-choas @fangirl125reader @wordsaremyswords @clowdyblue @tutnotmytea @scentedsope @hope122598 @veronawrites @ayoongiverse @myooniverse @jiminrings @milady-mira @cafemyg @lolalee24 @elyte @hyungieyoongi @lolalee24 @singukieee

#bts #bts mafia #bts mafia au #bts angst #bts fic #bts writing #bts drabble #namjoon fic #edge of tonight

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withcolebrock · 4 years

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Guardian Angel Instead

Summary: While playing the Ouija Board, Y/N realizes she’s talking to someone who is important to her

Requested: yes!

Warnings: swearing, paranormal stuff, angsty kinda

Word Count: 3,242

Author’s Note: I didn’t mean for this to get so long tehe, but I like it and it is wack and I love knj so much. Also I am sorry this took so long to be written, I just was in bad writer’s block but I hope you enjoy it! This is my Gif!

She stood beside JC as they waited for Sam to finish setting up the camera. She ran her hands together trying to warm them up, it was surprisingly cold and none of them dressed for it. JC turned his head towards her and laughed, rolling his eyes. “Shut up,” she muttered while rolling her eyes. Sam ran back towards the group seeing if the angle was good, he nodded his head while he ran back towards the camera.

Sam glanced towards Colby quickly, “What’s up guys, it’s Sam and Colby!” Colby yelled dramatically, he quickly looked around him seeing if anyone was looking at him. Colby looked towards Y/N seeing her rub her hands together. He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked back towards the camera.

“Today, we are back at the Queen Mary for what? Like the third time now,” he smiled awkwardly towards Colby. Colby shook his head dramatically. “Why do we keep coming back here?” he laughed nervously. Sam looked behind him towards the ship, seeing a few people walking towards the entrance.

“I don’t know,” he laughed while glancing towards the group beside him. He slowly wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist as he slowly pulled her body towards him. “I’ll keep you warm,” he whispered into her ear. Smiling to herself as she rested her head against his chest. Colby glanced towards the camera, raising his eyebrows.

“But this time we brought Kian, JC, and Y/N with us!” Sam shouted, motioning towards the three people standing between himself and Colby. Kian and JC started jumping slightly and hitting each other. Y/N eyes widened as she looked towards them, disgust written over her features. A small chuckle falls from Colby’s lips as he watches them. He slowly ran his hands up and down her back.

“We may have lied to you guys, just a little bit,” Colby transitioned, he slowly pulled away from Y/N. He kept his hand around her waist. Her mouth dropped open slightly as she crossed her arms over her chest. Colby kept his gaze on Y/N, her eyes squinting slightly as she looked towards him. A small smile formed to his lips as he hoped it would make her feel better.

“What do you mean?” JC asked while shifting his gaze between Sam and Colby.

“There’s no tour,” Sam sighed as he rubbed his hands together. The three guest stared towards Sam, “We are staying the night,” he said barely above a whisper. He bit his bottom lip as he fought off a smile.

“No, no,” Kian said simply as he shook his head. He pulled his backpack straps several times as he continued shaking his head. “I’m not staying the night,”

“We drove you here, how are you going to get home?” Sam teased.

“I’ll take an Uber, Sam!” Kian yelled while he started pacing back and forth.

“What the-I’m not staying the night,” Y/N whispered towards Colby. He shrugged his shoulders, “You kidnapped me, I’m not doing this.”

“Oh come on, Babe, you love spook-”

“Not this place,” she shook her head.

It had taken a few more minutes of Sam and Colby trying to convince them to stay the night. Kian and JC didn’t take long to get convinced to stay while Y/N was never convinced. She was simply outnumbered. As soon as they entered the ship, the vibe felt different and each of their moods faltered. The temperature dropped as soon as they walked inside, it felt even colder than it was outside. Sam, Kian, and JC were leaning their bodies against the check-in desk asking the man as many questions as possible.

Colby took a hold of her hand and pulled her body away from it. She furrowed her eyebrows harshly while he pulled her away from the group. Stopping, he pulled her hand towards him, forcing her body closer to his.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked, his voice was barely above a whisper, forcing his lips into a pout. She tilted her head to the side as she pursed her lips forward. She looked over his pinked features, rolling her eyes playfully as she saw the pout to his lips.

“No,” she drew out the word as he swung their interlocked hands back and forth. He slowly dropped their hands as he wrapped his arms around her body. She giggled while resting her hands onto his chest as he squished her body against his.

“Don’t be mad,” he whispered as he pressed his lips to the top of her head, he slowly ran his hand up and down her back. Shutting his eyes, he tried to calm himself down.

She wasn’t mad at him, maybe more worried than anything. Ever since Sam and Colby’s horrible experience last time, she has been dreading this trip. But she promised Colby that she would go with him. Colby pressed his lips to the top of her head again. He took in a long breath as he slowly rocked her body back and forth.

“I’m just scared,” she muttered. He pulled aways slightly to look her in the eyes. He raised his hand, resting it onto her cheek, he ran his thumb across her cheek for a few silent seconds. “I don’t want the same thing to happen as last time.”

“It won’t, I can promise you that,” he spoke softly as he continued to run his thumb along her cheek. His lips slowly grew into a wide smile while letting out a giggle. “Your cheeks are so warm,” he said happily as he raised his other hand and rested both of his hands onto her cheek. She snickered as she took a hold of his hands.

~~~

“Okay Buddy, mine’s the same size,” JC snapped as he rested his hand against the handprint on the wall of the closet. Colby took his hand away from the wall and laughed. Y/N smiled slightly as she glanced around the small creepy room.

“Can we get out of here?” Kian asked as he continued to play with his backpack straps. The group agreed and they slowly started out of the room. “That’s not a bathroom, JC,” Kian said loudly as he stepped out of the closet. Kian made eye contact with an older employee, who simply shook his head and kept walking.

Sam, Kian, and JC walked ahead towards their room; while Y/N and Colby hung back as they walked slower than them. “Are you feeling alright?” he asked as he reached for her hand. She interlocked her fingers with his as she glanced towards the floor.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight,” she chuckled while she tried to cover the fear in her voice. He nodded slightly.

“We never really sleep on these trips anyway,” Colby tried to comfort her, but he knows that she isn’t the biggest fan of these places. She shook her head as she slowly began to smile.

“I know, you end up texting me all night about how scary it is,” she teased. Colby huffed, pretending to be offended.

“I do not do that,” he said while he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Yes you do! You’re all like “Baby it’s so scary, like this thing happened and then this and then oh my god Babe we didn’t get it on camera but oh my god you had to be there” you’re very dramatic when you want to be,” she mimicked. He dropped her hand and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I am not dramatic,” he huffed, taking slower steps.

“You’re kinda proving my point,” she giggled while she took a hold of his arm and wrapped her arm around his. She interlocked her fingers with his as they continued walking.

“Why are you walking so slow, damn,” JC groaned from several feet ahead of them. Y/N looked up from the floor seeing the three of them standing facing them. Colby's mouth dropped open while he looked up towards the group. “We ain’t got all day, I’m hungry.”

~~~

The last thirty minutes were chaos. Kian and Colby got into a huge argument and it lasted for a while. Kian was accusing Colby of knocking on the door to try and spice up the video. When Colby kept saying he didn’t. Y/N saw how genuinely terrified Colby seemed, she knew that he didn’t. Yet Kian was convinced he did. JC was starting to get fed up with Sam about all of the stuff they were forcing them to do. Y/N sat in the middle, every so often one of them would bring her into the argument. This was supposed to be a ‘fun’ scary trip with her friends.

“For fuck sake! Kian, if Colby says he didn’t knock on the door, he didn’t do it. You are just trying to find any reason for it to not be true. Colby, stop arguing back about it, it isn’t helping; stop trying to prove some point. Sam, if JC doesn’t want to play the Ouija Board, he doesn’t fucking have to! And JC, stop saying Sam is forcing you to do this shit, you chose to come with!” Y/N interrupted the arguments that were happening. All four of them stared towards her, flabbergasted. After a few long awkward moments, she muttered, “Now fucking apologize to each other.”

The boys shifted glanced towards each other, before all muttering, “Sorry.”

“I’m going to go get some ice,” she continued as she took the empty ice bucket and left the room. As soon as she left the room, she felt the temperature change. She didn’t think too much of it as she walked toward the end of the hall. She smiled politely to a few fellow guests walking past her. She stood at the ice machine and began putting a few pieces of ice into her container.

Suddenly she felt goosebumps arise on the back of her neck; as if someone was blowing air against her skin. She whipped her head around seeing if anyone was there, and no one was behind her. Squinting her eyes, she turned her attention back to the freezer, that’s where the feeling had to come from. She topped off the container as she shut the freezer. She turned around, and began walking back towards her room with her gaze towards the floor.

After a few seconds she lifted her head to see a shadow for a split second. She furrowed her eyebrows as she squinted her eyes. Her mind had to be playing tricks on her, there was nothing there. Yet, her heart began to race faster. She began to take quicker steps towards the room they were staying at. But again, the blowing air feeling she felt before was back. This time her entire body went cold.

A small gasp left her lips as she fumbled with the key, she didn’t want to be in the hallway alone anymore. She re-entered the room to see them all laughing and playing fighting with each other. “Fucking boys, I swear,” she whispered to herself as the events she just had left her thoughts. She placed the ice on the table as she walked towards the bed. “Are you all okay now?” she asked as she sat down, running her hand over the back of her neck.

“Yep!” Sam cheered as he slowly placed the Ouija Board box on the ground. Y/N watched him, her heart began to race fast as she watched. “We are just about to start filming this,” he leaned down and began to unbox the set.

Colby laid down beside her, resting his head into her lap. Y/N smiled as she met his soft eyes. She slowly began to run her fingers through his hair, he shut his eyes at the feeling. “JC is out, are you going to do it?” Kian asked, wishing he could’ve backed out; but he had too much pride for that. Y/N took in a long breath as she nodded.

After about ten minutes of Sam setting up the two cameras, JC was sitting in the chair in the corner of the room scrolling through Twitter. Kian was pacing, he was nervous because he had never done this before. Colby was still resting his head in Y/N lap as she stroked her fingers through his hair. Y/N and Colby were whispering random cutsey things to each other tuning out the others in the room.

Sam slowly started the cameras, he snuck over towards them secretly filming them. “...No I was thinking we could-”

“Oh come on guys get a room!” Kian yelled beside Sam. Colby jolted looking towards the camera. He laughed nervously covering his face with his hands. Y/N shook her head slightly as she looked away from Sam and the camera. “We got some dead people to talk to!” Kian jumped slightly as he clapped. Y/N laughed as Colby slowly sat up from her lap.

~~~

They all took a long breath as they greeted the board as they rested their fingertips to the piece. Y/N kept her gaze towards Colby, hoping he would say something first. He nodded towards Sam as he whispered, “Is there anyone here with us?” For a few seconds the board didn’t move. Colby, being impatient, asked the board the same question. Almost immediately after his question the piece moved over to the ‘yes’.

Y/N felt air catch in her throat as she noticed the piece moving, she stared intently at each of their fingertips seeing if anyone was forcibly moving it, but from what she can tell there was nothing. Her heart was beating hard against her chest, while she glanced towards each of the boys beside her. “What is your name?” Sam asked.

It took awhile for the board to begin to move but it began to slowly move towards the R. They all read out the letters together as the board moved towards them, “R...U...T...H” Y/N felt her heart sink, she recognized that name. It was a popular name with the older generation. She put the thought to the back of her head.

Colby glanced towards Y/N, remembering the name of her family member, he also pushed the thought to the back of his head. “Did you die on this ship, Ruth?” Kian asked, right to the point. This time the board did not hesitate, it quickly moved towards the ‘no’.

“Oh my god,” Y/N whispered, her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

“Then why are you talking with us?” Sam asked, trying to keep the conversation going for as long as he could. Y/N wanted to let go of the board, she wanted to throw it across the room. Several long seconds pass as they wait eagerly for the board to move. The board piece began to spell out Y/N’s name, as each letter was read the more their voices began to shake.

“Colby, are you doing this?” she asked furiously, her breathing was sporadic. She was confused. He shook his head, making sure he kept his hands on the piece.

“Why would I do this, Y/N?” his voice broke as his entire body was shivering. “She’s clearly here for you, ask it a question,” she stared towards him, her eyes filling with tears. The tears were unexplainable, she was filled with mixed fillings.

“Uh, okay,” she took in a long breath, “How do I know that this is really you?” she asked. It was a broad question, but she still had to ask it. She was hoping for an answer that Colby wouldn’t even know the answer to.

The board began to move again, slowly, “B...U...N...N...Y” the boys were staring at it confused, but Y/N eyes filled quickly with tears. “Oh god,” she let out as she stared towards the board.

“Bunny? What does that mean?” Colby asked, he desperately wanted to reach over to her and pull her into a hug, but he didn’t want to mess up the board.

“Why are you here?” Y/N ignored Colby’s question. Her voice cracked as she spoke, she was fighting off the tears. It had been years since she last spoke to her Grandma, she didn’t realize how much she missed her. At least she hoped this was truely her grandma.

The board quickly began to spell out, “S...A...V...E”

“Save? Save? What does that mean?” Colby asked, he wasn’t sure if he was asking the board or asking the group. The board quickly responded with spelling out, “B...A...D”

“I-I-I want to say goodbye,” she muttered, she looked up towards Colby. Her breathing began to quicken as she couldn’t fight off the tears anymore.

“But-” Sam spoke.

“I want to say goodbye!” she groaned. The group quickly spun the piece three times as they said goodbye. She lifted her hands from the board and quickly stood up from the floor. “Turn the cameras off, please,” she begged. Colby glanced towards Sam, as he quickly wrapped his arms around her. Sam quickly turned off the cameras, and began to put away all of the equipment. Kian and JC exchanged awkward glances as they looked towards Y/N and Colby.

“It’s going to be okay,” Colby whispered, “Come here,” he whispered, walking her towards the bed. They both laid down together.

“Well that was interesting,” Kian let out, trying to subdue the awkward silence. Colby gaze shot towards him, widening his eyes motioning towards Y/N. Kian’s mouth dropped open as he mouthed “Sorry,” as he leaned against the chair JC was sitting on.

It had been a couple hours since the Ouija Board, and Y/N was in shock. She kept asking Colby if he was pushing it, but he kept saying no. “I just want to know what she wants to save me from, I just don’t get it,” she let out, she kept running her finger along Colby’s shirt. For the last hour she was resting her head on his chest as they all discussed the events of the day.

“Probably, just some spirit that's on this ship, right?” Sam answered casually as he looked up from his phone briefly. She simply just hummed. “That’s kind of cool to think you have someone looking down on you,” he continued. Y/N smiled softly.

“It could’ve been a demon pretending to be your Grandma too, you know,” JC let out without thinking it through. Colby shifted his head towards JC with his eyes widened. He threw his free hand up while he shook his head, trying to warn him. Y/N was thinking about that fact too, “I saw something on Discovery channel that’s-”

“Just stop talking dude,” Kian interrupted as he lifted his gaze from his phone.

“I mean he’s right, that is something that could’ve happened,” she let out.

“How about we go with a guardian angel instead?” Colby whispered as he pressed his lips to the top of her head.

“Yeah, I like that better,” she whispered as she sat up slightly. She looked down towards Colby. She leaned down and pressed her lips against his. Sam, Kian, and Jc all began to pretend to gag.

“Get a room!” Sam yelled as he threw a pillow towards them.

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drcalmreid · 4 years

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friends - s.r. (pt. 1/2)

pairing: spencer reid x female reader

summary: pure angst - friends with benefits always ends up with one person scorn out of jealousy...and in this case, it’s spencer. especially when he sees you flirting with one of his BAU partners.

content warning: consumption of alcohol, indication of sex (no smut!), anger/trust issues, brief mention of blood

word count: 4.5k // part two

authors notes: lyrics = indicate a flashback!! ALSO this is completely inspired by the song “friends” by chase atlantic, so i recommend listening to it while you read! this part is all in spencer’s pov but the next one will be the readers pov ;)

SPENCERS POV

Sweat and tension hang heavy in the air as I sit in the bar, watching my co-workers from the booth. The condensation slides down my glass onto the table, creating a puddle around the cup. I run my fingers around in the ring of water, creating shapes on the table top.

“You know,” JJ says, taking the spot next to me in the booth. “If you’re going to come out with us, you should try to make conversation.” “I think I’m okay,” I smile at her as she nudges me with her elbow. “Really, you don’t have to babysit me. Go, have fun.”

“Alright,” JJ says standing back up. Her eyes scan over me before she turns to gaze to the dance floor. Luke, Tara, Penelope, Emily, and (y/n) all dance together, obnoxiously close to one another (some more than others). “You should tell her how you feel.” JJ comments, swirling her drink with the straw in her mouth.

“What- who? What are you talking about?”

“C’mon Spence! You really think after all this time I still can’t read you?” JJ asks and I shrug, giving her a small smile. JJ leans down to me and whispers, “just go talk to (y/n)”.

I lean back on the leather seat and crack my back, even though I know that the constant cracking of my back actually causes adverse effects...but I do it anyway. I bring my eyes up from the table and my still sweating glass of water and glance over at the dance floor. JJ just reaches the team as they welcome her into their terribly coordinated group. This is the third time the team has gone out this month and the first time I’ve been here to witness the completely obvious flirt-fest between Alvez and (y/n). How do I even compete with someone like Luke? I was captivated by (y/n) from the moment I met her, but was too scared to even process a relationship with her. My brain couldn’t stop running over every possible scenario of what could go wrong if I asked her out...even just for a simple coffee after work. I couldn’t do it, and I knew I wouldn’t. Until (y/n) took it upon herself…

Girl, tell me what you're doing on the other side?

And so, just tell me what you're doing with that other guy?

Cause I ain't got patience to slow down the bass

“You going to O’Malley’s tonight?” (Y/n) asks, peering down at me from the corner of my desk. She sits on the corner of the wooden top, her legs swinging back and forth. I turn in my desk chair and look up at her. It feels as though someone sucked all the oxygen out of the room and I’m lost in her presence. She captivates me in a way that no one has. “Reid?” She asks again, waving her hand in front of my face. She tilts her head down and smiles at me, but waits for me to answer.

“‘M sorry, I-”

“It’s okay, I just would really like it if you came. That’s all,” she grins and hops off my desk onto the floor. “No pressure.” I swivel in my chair and follow her path behind me, my words get caught in my throat before I finally call after her, “I’ll be there!”.

“Y’know Spence,” (y/n) drunkenly whispers in my ear, even though she’s practically yelling over the loud bar music. It was only an hour after the team had gotten to the bar, but (y/n) was drinking as if it were her last drink on earth. “I like you…” she trails off, swirling her drink with the straw. She flips her hair over her shoulder and leans down on her arm to stare into my eyes. Her eyes are glossed over from the alcohol she’s consumed and clearly her filter is completely gone for the night. I laugh at her words and lean down to her, “I like you too, you’re easy to talk to, funny, you actually listen to my rambles. You’re a great friend, (y/n).” I practically choke the words out, and thank God she’s intoxicated otherwise she would have caught my inflexion on the word “friend”.

“No, no, no-” She sits up on her stool and glances around the bar. She spots the rest of the team across the restaurant before she continues talking, “I like-like you, Spencer. I like you a lot.”

“(Y/n), do you know what you’re saying to me right now?”

“Of course I do,” she takes a gulp from her drink. “I’ve wanted to tell you for months, but now I’ve got the liquid courage.” She winks and tilts the glass in my direction. I want to believe that this is truly happening, but I can’t. I want to throw caution to the wind and be with her, but I can’t. I don’t trust myself or my past. I’m no good for her.

“I think we should switch you to water,” I say as I raise my hand to the bartender. She reaches over my chest and grabs my arm, carefully avoiding my hand, shaking her head.

“No,” she says leaning in near my face. My heart leaps into my throat and I feel my pulse quicken as she inches closer to me. “Spence, you can give me all the water you want...but what I said won’t change.”

(Y/n) hops down from her stool to meet the rest of the BAU at the large table, but turns on her heel only a few steps away, “you comin’?”

“Hi,” I say as (y/n) swings open her front door the next morning. Her eyes are hooded, red and puffy as she shields them from the sun. Her once perfectly curled hair is now gathered into the messiest bun, as she stands in her beat-up FBI training t-shirt and paint-covered sweatpants. “I figured you would want something greasy, so I got you a breakfast burrito, but when you realize that isn’t the hangover cure, I got you a banana and nut mix with some Powerade.” I say, raising up two separate shopping bags.

“Oh my God, my head,” (y/n) whines, shuffling away from the front door plopping herself on the couch. “I was so fucked up last night.” She mumbles as her face is squished in between couch cushions.

“Yeah,” I shut the door as quietly as I can behind me. “You were.” I chuckle, setting the bags down on her kitchen island. I grab the Powerade from the bag and walk back to her on the couch. I squat down in front of her, tilting my head back and forth waiting for her to look at me. Eventually, she turns to face me and a smile creeps across her face. She whispers a quiet “hi” and I mimic back the word, “hi”. She slowly pulls herself up from the couch and pulls her legs into a cross-legged position. I pass her the Powerade and she rolls her eyes at me before opening the bottle.

“Remind me never to drink again,” she crips. “I have no filter when I drink. I mean, I literally told JJ I like Henry better than Michael...who does that?”

“Same person who confessed their love for me last night,” I mutter and my eyes go wide, heart dropping. Did I really just say that? (Y/n) practically spits out her drink and laughs.

“You’re kidding right? Spence-” She leans forward, panic running across her features as she tries to hide it with humor. “Spencer.” She says and I look up at her, “what did I say to you, Spencer? Tell me, oh God maybe I don’t want to know,” she stands from the couch and pads off into her bedroom. I stand up from my spot on the floor and follow her. “No, tell me,” she pivots and leans against her bed.

“(Y/n), you were drunk and I should have stopped you.”

“Spencer, what the fuck did I say?” She says sternly.

All your girlfriends are wasted

They need it, they chase it

Face it. You want it, you crave it

I shake my head clear of that night and let my eyes linger on her. From my spot at the table, I can perfectly watch the team dance their hearts out. (Y/n) dances to the rhythm of the obnoxious club music, her hips moving at a steady pace. Luke stands dangerously close to her as he follows her movements. (Y/n) spins to face him, her laugh bubbling out of her as Luke smiles down at her. She stands on her toes, whispering something to him, before Alvez throws his head back laughing at her. He leans down to talk to her again and (y/n) wraps her arms around his neck, bringing him even closer. The two of them move together now, completely tangled in one another as the songs continue. Luke trails his hands down her sides before they rest just above her waist. (Y/n) lowers her arms and quickly spins in Luke’s grip, her ass now practically grinding on him. Her dress rides up her thighs, inching closer and closer to her waist. The other girls cheer on the two, but JJ looks over her shoulder at me giving an empathetic smile. An anger builds up from deep inside of me and I grip my glass harder than is probably safe. I can’t be here anymore. I stand up abruptly from the bench and work my way through the crowds, desperate for some air and to see anything other than that.

Believe when I say that you'll know once you taste it

“I don’t-,” I start, but (y/n) stands from the bed.

“Don’t give me that ‘I don’t remember’ bullshit, because you can I both know you do,” (y/n) says in a way that leans more nervous and upset than angry.

“You said, ‘I like-like you.’” I choke out, while scratching the nape of my neck.

“What else did I say?” She asks, her eyes wide with embarrassment.

“That, you wanted to tell me for months but didn’t have the courage to.” I say, staring down at the floor before I look up to see (y/n) also keeping her eyes fixed on the hardwood floor.

“You know what they say about drunken confessions.” She mumbles, pulling her hands in front of her to play with her fingers.

“It’s been proven that alcoholic drinks cause neurological and psychological regression with the higher blood alcohol levels, so more hostile and truthful responses are common...but alcohol can’t necessarily make you feel new emotions.” I ramble on and (y/n) shakes her head at me.

“Did you know that or did you look it up after I confessed last night?”

“Both,” I answer and we both release our built up stress in a heartfelt laugh.

“Yeah well,” she rubs her arms. “I didn’t lie. I really do like you Spence,” she looks up and holds my gaze. “You don’t have to say anything, or feel anything… I just- I just wanted you to know for so long, and I guess now’s the time.”

Without hesitation I lean forward, my hands cradling her face and pull her lips to mine. Our mouths melt into one another quickly and I lose myself in her. My mind races through every possibility of what this means for us, but I try my best to shut it off and just be in the present. (Y/n) giggles against my lips, pulling away for a second to look at me.

“I like you too,” I smile down at her, while pushing a loose strand from her bun behind her ear. She grins and stands on her toes, capturing my lips again before we step backward, falling onto the bed.

All of your friends have been here for too long

They must be waiting for you to move on

Girl, I'm not with it I'm way too far gone

I'm not ready, eyes heavy now

I step out of the bar into the cool March air, the night temperature chilling my lungs as I breathe in and out rapidly. I lean against the brick wall of the building, pulling at my tie feverishly trying to get it off. I yank off the tie, untying it in my hands while resting my head against the wall. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale… When I open my eyes again, I look out across the busy street as couples pass by. Each one fixated on the other and my heart pounds in my ears.

“Spence?” A voice calls from near the entrance of the bar, “are you okay? I saw you run out, I-”

“I’m fine, (y/n).” I snap at her. She stands to my side, arms crossed, her hands running up and down to keep herself warm.

“Are you sure?”

“I said I’m fine.”

Silence settles betweens us for a moment before she steps forward, inching closer to me. We stand next to one another for a moment, both of us resting against the bar wall as cars continue to zip down the street.

“Alright, well if you’re fine, then I’ll leave you,” she sighs. (Y/n) steps back, heels clicking on the pavement as she approaches the bar.

“Do you like him?” I ask, staring down at the undone tie in my hands. She raises her eyebrows and her eyes scan over my face. “Luke. Do you like Luke?”

“Excuse me?” She asks, her hand resting on the door handle to the bar.

“I mean- it seems like you do.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” She drops the handle and turns to face me again.

“Nothing, you- you just were dancing and-”

“Oh my god,” she mutters through a laugh. “You’re jealous. Spencer, seriously?”

“I’m sorry that I can’t see you with other guys, it’s not fair for me to watch that. I can’t, (y/n).”

“Well,” she steps back, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “That’s not really my problem is it? You told me to, let’s see...how did you put it?”

She looks up as if she’s trying to remember the words, “ ‘Get over my feelings because we’re not together’? I believe that’s what you said.” She coolly states, quoting my words from days before. I stand against the wall stunned as I blink away tears.

“(y/n), I-”

“Spencer, please just don’t say anything else. You’ve said enough,” she grabs the door handle again and swings the heavy bar door open. She props it open with her foot and glances back at me, “just so we’re clear. None of this is fair, and I can dance with whoever I want.”

Heart on your sleeve like you've never been loved

Running in circles, now look what you've done

My cool fingertips run up and down her bare back, moving along her spine. Occasionally I trace shapes and words onto her skin as she lays against me. The hours pass as we stay in her bed, the world continuing on without us as we lay tangled together.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” I glance down at her. Her eyes flutter open as she looks up at me, keeping her head on my chest.

“Yeah? I bet I’ve wanted to longer,” she giggles, sitting up resting her weight on her elbow.

“Mmm,” I humm and pull her face to mine. Pecking her lips once, “I don’t think so.”

“No? Then why didn’t you say anything?” (Y/n) tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and rests her chin on my chest. Her big, bright eyes piercing into mine.

“I was scared,” I say truthfully and I feel as though a weight is lifted off of me. She tilts her head to one side as she waits for me to keep talking, “I don’t have the best relationship history. Actually, I don’t even have a history.” I take a deep breath and (y/n) smiles, tracing small hearts onto my chest with her index finger. “I- I just don’t know how to do this, (y/n). I don’t even know if I can…” I confess, but (y/n) doesn’t take her eyes off of me. She sits up slowly, the sheets of her bed gathered around her bare chest.

“Spence, I don’t know how to do this either,” she giggles. “But, I’m willing to try to figure it out with you...as long as you are.”

“Let me ask you this,” I say sitting up slightly, leaning against her bed frame.

“Oo yes, my favorite Dr. Reid phrase,” she says laying down under my arm. “Sorry, continue.”

“Do you think we could keep this between us? I’m just not ready for all of the pressure and conversations between the team.” She reaches up as I speak and twists one of my curls between her thumb and index finger.

“Of course,” she smiles and our lips meet each other again.

Give you my word as you take it and run

Wish you'd let me stay, I'm ready now

I close my eyes harshly and rub the back of my eyes with my knuckles, so hard that I see stars and swirls among the darkness. “Shit,” I shout, tossing the tie to the concrete, not caring where it lands. I swing my arms around, smashing my fist into the brick wall. “Fuck!” I whip my hands away from the wall, shaking my hand off. My knuckles are open, bloody, and throbbing. I fling myself off the wall again, headed back into the bar. My head is spinning and cloudy, but all I know is I have to get to (y/n). I have to apologize to her and tell her the truth. I need her to listen, I need her to understand, hell...I just need her. I pull open the wooden door and blasting music hits me like a wall. I shake my head at the change in volume and push through the crowds. I make a bee-line for the BAU’s table in search of any one of my team members. Penelope spots me first as she skips over in her brightly colored heels. “Reid, oh Reid! My personal genius! Come! Come,” she tugs on my shirt sleeve, pulling me closer to the back table. I turn my head back and forth, scanning over all of the faces in the crowd in search of (y/n). “Garcia,” I say, trying to put my heels down. “Where is (y/n)?” She ignores me and continues pushing us through the sea of people. Finally our table appears and Emily, JJ, and Tara sit in a semi circle shaped booth. “Found him,” she cheers, pushing me into the booth. She sits down across from me and turns to JJ. “Now shimmy over, I have a question for the good Doctor.”

“Garcia,” I practically beg. “Where is (y/n)?”

“Oh, sorry! She left with Newbie.” Penelope answers, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“No, Pen,” JJ glances up from her drink to meet my eyeline. “Not like that, Luke was just driving her home.”

“Are you kidding? Those two were hot-and-heavy on the dance floor. Totally into each other… Oh my god imagine their kids!” Garcia beams, clasping her hands together. JJ frowns, but nods at Penelope, not to give her any indication of my feelings. “So! Tara was telling me that alcohol actually-”

“Garcia,” I interrupt and stand up from the booth. “I’m so sorry, but I really have to go.”

Just give me some time and space to realize

That you, were busy lying, sleeping 'round with other guys

And what the hell were we?

Tell me we weren't just friends

This doesn't make much sense. No.

“Spencer for the love of God open the door,” (y/n) mumbles against my neck. Goosebumps rise in the wake of her words.

“I’m trying, but you’re distracting me,” I respond. The hotel keycard fumbles in my hands against the door as (y/n) lingers next to me.

“Oh I’m sorry, I’m distracting you?” She coyly asks, running her hands under my shirt. Finally the door chimes and swings open. “Thank god,” she says pushing past me into the hotel room. I shut the door behind us and within seconds, were connected again, our moans echoing throughout the empty hotel room. It’s been nearly four months since (y/n) and I decided to hide our feelings from the rest of the world. It’s safer and easier for both of us, but every moment with her makes me want to scream it from the rooftops. Everytime we sneak away to our hotel rooms on cases, share secret glances during profiles, bring each other coffee in the mornings, or just be around one another for longer than usual, my heart begs for more. The two of us agreed that with our jobs and personal struggles the easiest thing would be to enjoy each other when we could, but not stress ourselves about the labels. “Friends with benefits,” (y/n) would label it after we spent one of our first nights together. I hated the term, but by definition… it was true.

Moments pass by and before I know it we're both covered in sweat, tangled in the hotel sheets. We both collapse onto the bed, quickly trying to catch our breath. I plop down on my back, curls covered in sweat and slicked to my forehead. (Y/n) nuzzles into my side, our skin sticking to one another as she fits herself under my arm. My eyes get heavy and I continue to move my hands through her hair onto her bare skin. I reach over with my loose arm and flick the light off, before I bring my arm around her and pull her in closer by the waist. Minutes of silence tick by as both of us are drowning in sleep; I close my eyes letting the night time wash over me and (y/n) does the same. After a while, I feel myself losing to the tired, but before it completely consumes me I hear (y/n) whisper, “I love you”.

But I'm not hurt, I'm tense

Cause I'll be fine without you babe

The bar door swings open again with force and I step onto the sidewalk. The cold temperature chills me again, but I push through the air away from the restaurant. I have no idea where I am headed, but my legs carry me away from the doors and walk for blocks. Thankfully, I had walked to the bar tonight because I am way too restless and anxious to be behind the wheel. Before I know it, I’m in front of my apartment complex. I release a big sigh before climbing the steps up to my home. If I didn’t know any better, I would have ended up at (y/n)’s apartment on my hands and knees, begging for her to take me back. But this isn’t a fairytale, it’s life. Life of a traumatized FBI agent who’s terrified of commitment and loss. I turn my key in the front door and stumble inside the apartment. I toss my shoes by the door and walk through the living room, laying down on my bed as sleep washes over me.

Saturday morning comes only a few hours later, the day drags on as I lay on my bed fully clothed. I rub the back of my eyes with my knuckles before I feel an intense pain in my hand. Shit. I stand up from the comfort of my bed and walk into the bathroom, cleaning off my knuckles and the dried blood from the back of my hand. Pain sears through my hand, but I welcome it, the physical pain taking away from the hurricane going on in my head.

I walk out of the bathroom flipping over a stack of books near my desk. I can’t be trapped here anymore. I have to get out. I pull on a half-worn cardigan over my button up and flatten out my pants, grab my shoes by the door and leave.

Again, I find myself walking in the cool spring air, the streets beginning to fill with morning crowds. I walk the couple of blocks from my house to the BAU, knowing the offices will be empty on the weekend and I can have a space to work without my bed calling my name from the other room. I push open the glass doors to the BAU bullpen and practically collapse into my desk chair. I flick on the reading light and set my head down on the table top. Silence.

“Luke, if you don’t stop,” the words come from the doorway and a chill mixed with shock runs through my body. I whip my head in the direction of the voice and spot Luke and (y/n) laughing together....(y/n) in her dress from the night before. (Y/n) locks her eyes with mine and frowns, “Oh my god, Spence.”

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oooo shiittttt!! two parter!! whatsss gonna happennnnnnnn ;)))))

part two

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sunflowershouto · 3 years

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only us - part one (daichi x f!reader x oikawa)

𝐚/𝐧: hi beans! i got this idea for a series listening to one of my favorite albums and i really hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it!! there is some canon divergence just for the purposes of the story: daichi is a detective, and oikawa is a pro-player in japan. as always, any feedback is greatly appreciated! enjoy! -leo

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After getting out of a long term relationship, Y/N is reunited with an old friend from college. Old feelings are reignited, but things just don't seem to work out the way that they should.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pining, mentions of infidelity in the context of a past relationship

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: slowburn, love triangle 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.8k

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨: animal - annie eve

❝𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕. . .❞ ❝𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒊 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆. . .❞

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐔𝐒

‧₊˚✩彡.

The previous weeks had been what Y/N could only describe as a gravity-well, the center of which she was trapped in. She couldn’t outrun the heaviness in her chest, and her mind was all spinning circles and revolving doors that were moving too fast for her to escape from.

However, the pace of her career was relentless, and being a journalist meant that there was no time for her to take pause or wallow in the misery of a freshly-ended relationship—if she wanted to survive in her field, she would have to keep moving and moving and moving, with that gravity-well following overhead.

The soles of her shoes clicked softly against the linoleum tile of the Tokyo Police Department’s main office, her demeanor giving away none of the turmoil that was simmering within. She was polite and professional as she explained that she was a journalist there to speak to one of the detectives about a case she was working on, and to any onlooker, she might have even seemed cheerful.

She was led down a long hallway into one of the offices, given a seat in front of a large mahogany desk, and told to wait.

Y/N found that as of late, she hated having any sort of down-time that might force her into stillness. She couldn’t see the clock that hung over the doorway behind her, but she could hear it—she could feel it. It ticked monotonously, and with each forward stroke of the second hand, she felt like she was sinking further and further into herself. The heaviness in her chest crept up on her and became crushing as she was allowed time to think: about the sight of someone she didn’t recognize lying in her bed, lying in the arms of her partner. About the signs that she had been ignoring for the weeks leading up to it. About how silent her apartment was when she came home in the evenings when there was no one else there to fill the space. It had been months, and she was still trapped as though it had all happened yesterday.

She tapped her foot impatiently against the ground, challenging the slow rhythm of the clock as though the frenzied tempo of her agitation could force the seconds to pass faster.

Eventually, the door behind her swung open, and the detective stepped into the room.

“Excuse me for being so late,” came a deep and almost familiar voice from behind her. She stood and turned to face him, eager for something to snap her out of her trance, but was forced back into stillness as recognition settled over her. “Daichi?”

Sure enough, earnest dark eyes stared into her own, and for a moment, as a wide grin split across his face, the gravity-well that loomed over her finally seemed to let up.

He stepped towards her, both of them abandoning any semblance of formality. “Y/N, I can’t believe it’s really you. It’s been…” “Forever,” she supplied, flashing him a warm and sheepish smile.

“Yeah. Forever.” Daichi’s gaze was piercing as he took her in, staring for just a moment too long before moving to take his place behind his desk. He carded through a few files on his desk before pulling one rather decisively from the stack.

It was Y/N’s turn to stare, taking in the way he moved about his surroundings with relaxed authority, as though he knew exactly where he belonged. He hadn’t changed at all since college, not one bit. She couldn’t take her eyes away, even as he glanced up at her through his lashes, head still tilted down towards the papers in his hands.

She was stuck like that, lost in his dark and steady gaze, her heart seeming to stutter to life in her chest.

“L/N?”

‧₊˚✩彡.

“L/N! Don’t get too far ahead!” Daichi scolded lightly, fondness in his eyes as he watched Y/N skip ahead of him, carnival lights reflecting like stars in her eyes. Her joy was contagious to him, like a flame in his hands that he wanted to keep kindling and protecting.

“Stop being such a worry-wart, Dai,” she laughed over her shoulder. Her arms were wrapped adamantly around the plushie that he’d won her just a few minutes ago, a blue penguin that smiled vacantly no matter how tightly she squeezed him. “Do you think we could go on the Ferris Wheel? I bet we could see the whole city from the top!” He nodded, quickening his pace to keep up with her. They were walking side by side now, and Daichi had made plans for this exact scenario—he’d brush his hand gently against hers, and find a natural opening to intertwine their fingers. The only thing that stood in the way was the round blue penguin that she had named ‘Squish.’ He shot a sidelong glare down at the unassuming plushie that was currently occupying Y/N’s arms, mentally cursing the stupid thing for ruining his plans. “One ride on the Ferris Wheel, and then home, alright? You have a lecture tomorrow and you’ll be grouchy tomorrow if you stay out so late.”

Y/N turned to face him in mock-offense, sticking her tongue out and hugging Squish closer. “What? I don’t get grouchy!”

“Maybe ‘unpleasant’ would be a better wor—agh!” He broke out into warm laughter as her elbow collided softly with his side, and he held up his hands defensively as if to finally relent. “Alright, alright!” “I’ll have you know, I am delightful always,” she insisted, beaming triumphantly.

And there was that smile again, the one that felt like fire in his hands and made his mind go blank and his body feel like there was lightning inside. “Yeah,” Daichi agreed softly.

‧₊˚✩彡.

“And that’s the basics of what we have so far. Unless we have some sort of solid proof, I have no way to make the arrest. It’s been months and… Nothing,” Daichi sighed wearily, flipping the case-file shut and leaning back in his desk chair, a frown etched deep into his features. His coat was draped across the back of his chair and his shirtsleeves were rolled up to his elbows, markers of the hours that had passed since he and Y/N had begun discussing the Suzuki case.

The department had been investigating Goichi Suzuki for years, with strong suspicion that his company was partially a front for drug-trafficking. Evidence had always been circumstantial, and leads seemed to disappear as soon as they turned up, frustrating even the best of the department’s detectives. Sawamura, however, had refused to give up.

“Daichi.” Her voice was clear, almost lyrical, as she addressed him. Her own concerns were momentarily abandoned as she worked to tether him, to pull him out of the frustration that she knew could be so crippling. “We’re going to catch him.”

“Right.” His expression seemed lighter now, lifted in determination and renewed confidence. “Well… That’s about all we can do today until you can speak to your sources. Thank you for agreeing to help me, Y/N.” It wasn’t what he was saying, so much as how he was saying it—nothing he had said, if repeated back on paper, would sound anything but professional and polite. It was the way that his eyes shone, and his voice warmed up to her like honey on a hot day that told her that his ‘thank you’ was more than just business. She was almost suffocated by how deeply she had missed him, but she knew what this was—she was starting to rebound. She had just gotten out of a relationship that had ended in a messy breakup. Of course her old feelings would be amplified, especially when he was being so damn inviting.

“Of course, Daichi.” She could only watch as he pushed himself out of his chair and circled around to the other side of his desk, then took perch on the front corner just in front of her, his body language now completely casual.

He tilted his head slightly as he took a closer look at her, his face scrutinizing but not-quite judgemental. “So. What’s wrong?”

“Huh?” Y/N shrunk back beneath his gaze, suddenly much more conscious of how she was holding herself, what she was presenting to the world around her. Stop looking at me like that, damnit… Had she really made it so obvious that she was carrying around her own personal baggage? Great. She could add looking unprofessional to her ever-growing list of things to worry about. “What do you mean?”

“It’s been a long time, and you’re good at hiding it, but I still know you well enough to know when something’s bothering you. Forgive me if I’m overstepping, but… What’s the matter?” Daichi leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on his legs.

“Well…” Y/N began hesitantly, suddenly unable to meet his eyes, “It’s a bit of a long story, but I just got out of a long-term relationship. It didn’t end very neatly, and I guess I’m still just... “ She trailed off, unable to find a word that could even begin to cover the regret, the doubt, the blame, the unfairness of it all.

“Processing?” he suggested, his tone much gentler than before.

“Yeah. Processing.”

His expression softened into a sympathetic smile, and he brought up an idle hand to scratch the side of his neck. “I’m sure you’ll make it through just fine,” he assured her. “You’ve always been strong.”

Just like it always used to be, Daichi’s reliability was enough to help uplift her, and Y/N found herself mirroring his smile easily, sinking into the comfort of having a friend that she could trust. “Thank you, Dai.”

Days and then weeks went by, and the pair found it easy to mask the tension with the guise of professionalism—stray glances and candid smiles could all be brushed aside as remnants of their old friendship, the foundations of which they had found were still very much in-tact.

Daichi felt a rush of inexplicable pride every time Y/N confided in him, though she only did so in fragments, each of which he remembered carefully to try and piece together later. He could tell whenever they landed on the topic of her last relationship that it was still sore, that he shouldn’t press too hard on a bruise that was still healing. He kept his growing contempt for her ex-partner to himself, though he entertained his own ideas of what he’d like to say to the man if they ever crossed paths. Sawamura didn’t care for unfaithfulness to begin with, but the anger that swelled inside him with each new detail that Y/N shared was almost unjustifiable. Or at least, it would have been, if she was just a colleague to him.

‧₊˚✩彡.

“Sorry for keeping you at the precinct so late.” Streetlights lined their path, showering the detective and the journalist in an unnatural orange light, which was broken sporadically by the brilliant glow of passing headlights that faded into dull red as they disappeared down the road. It had been almost 2 months since their first meeting, and the two had fallen into an easy rhythm, which they used to dance around the growing tension.

“Not at all,” Y/N assured him, shoving her hands deeper into her coat pockets as frigid air bit harshly into the exposed skin. “I think we made some really good progress today! The overtime was definitely worth it.”

“Right…” he agreed absently, watching her in his periphery before sneaking a longer look. The streetlamps shone in her eyes like those carnival lights had all those years ago, and he was reminded of the flame in his hands, which now seemed to flicker just out of reach. He knew it was wrong of him to allow his feelings to be reignited, and on more than one count. She had confided in him the details of a traumatic breakup, not to mention the fact that they were currently acting as partners on a professional level. Logically, he knew all of these things, and Daichi had always been good at logic. It was how he kept his cool under pressure, and the reason that he was a detective at all—but right now, logic was the furthest thing from his mind. The girl that he had once been in love with had fallen right back in front of him, like the world was handing him a chance on a silver platter. He’d be a damned fool not to take it.

For a moment, their staggered steps and the occasional passing car were the only sounds to ease the tension. The hum of the city, which Sawamura usually found comforting, was now taunting, like a thousand flies buzzing in the distance. Finally, Daichi spoke again, if only to keep himself from drowning in the silence that hung between them. “Let’s grab dinner, okay? It’s late and neither of us has eaten since we started working.”

Y/N’s response was delayed, and for the first time in weeks, there was an expression on her face that he found himself unable to read. Her pause couldn’t have been that long, maybe a second or two at most, but it was enough time for a simmering anxiety to sweep over him in a wave. And then she smiled again, and it set his mind on fire.

When they stepped out of the restaurant, it was like leaving a time-capsule. Cheap ramen after a night spent studying had been a staple of their friendship in college, and being there again had left them both feeling like the years had melted away around them. Things felt simpler, more carefree than they’d been in months.

“My apartment isn’t far from the train station,” Daichi told Y/N as they stepped back out into the cold. He could feel it, the haze of nostalgia slowly seeping through the cracks in the pavement, getting carried further away by each passing car. “I can walk most of the way with you.”

“Alright,” Y/N agreed tentatively, wrapping her coat tighter around her as they started down the sidewalk. She could feel that the pull between them was growing stronger, that she was starting to open up to him more and more and more, and she was scared that her old feelings for him would spin out of control if she let herself get swept away by the sentimentality that was swelling up inside her. ‘These feelings aren’t real. Rebounding. I’m rebounding.’ She could repeat it to herself as many times as she wanted, but she’d always been a shitty liar—even when it came to lying to herself.

“Can… Can I ask you something?” Daichi finally interjected after about a block and a half of silence. He sounded tense, nervous even, and Y/N could tell that he was preparing to approach a difficult subject—she didn’t have to be the detective to know what.

“Yeah, of course,” she replied, her gaze trained on the pavement beneath her feet, counting the uniform lines in the concrete as she stepped over them. “Anything.”

He took a deep breath, hesitating as though he were expecting his next words to go wrong, but trusting that they were both comfortable in their friendship. “How… How did you find out that Takashi was cheating on you?”

The question hung heavy in the air, settling uncomfortably around her shoulders, and though it was a forward thing to ask, Y/N couldn’t say that it was totally unexpected. They’d been weaving their way through the subject for weeks now—it had only been a matter of time before they finally arrived here.

She was careful not to slow her pace as she formulated an answer in her head, still trying to mask some of the hurt that she was carrying with her. “Well… I had been travelling for work. It wasn’t a long trip, and I wasn’t far; just a weekend a few cities over. But, I finished my interviews ahead of schedule, so I decided to come home early on my last day.” Y/N was forcing her voice to stay even, pacing herself and trying hard not to let herself fall into the weight of her words. She realized now that she hadn’t told this story yet, hadn’t even really let herself process it.

She could feel Daichi staring, and she glanced to the side, knowing that she’d melt under his gaze. “When- When I got back to the apartment—our apartment—it was early afternoon. I didn’t see him anywhere so I thought that maybe he’d run out for groceries or food or, well—it doesn’t matter what I thought, I guess. I went to our room to put my things away and- and he-”

They had reached his apartment now, and they lingered on his doorstep, bathed in the glow of fluorescent lamps.

Daichi watched her with sorrow in his eyes, his gut twisting with the impulse to reach out to her as she began to cry. He was angry—angry at the one who had done this to her, angry at himself for feeling the way he did, wanting the things that he wanted.

“He was in our bed, and she was there too. And he- he was holding her like she belonged there, like- like they had done this a thousand times and-” Her voice finally broke against the lump in her throat, and her hands quickly moved to hide herself as tears spilled freely down the sides of her face. “And I’m not strong, because I just felt so- so stupid, Daichi. For thinking that- that I could ever mean something to someone wh-”

“Don’t,” Daichi interjected softly, finally finding the words to comfort her. Gently, his hands curled around her wrists and pulled them from her face, his own expression distressed as he took in the sight of her like this, overwhelmed by a hurt that she had been hiding and carrying with her for so long. “Don’t. You could. You do. Listen to me; whatever he did, whatever choice he made, it wasn’t about you. Trust me. Please.”

Y/N’s vision was still blurred by welling tears, but nothing could obscure the intensity that burned in Daichi’s eyes as he held her hands away from her face. There was an urgency about him that amplified his usual sincerity until she was consumed by it, by the feeling that she was safe with him.

“Daichi…” she whispered, her voice still watered down as they searched each other’s eyes, every moment leading up to this one playing back in their minds.

He pulled her close against him and held her like he was afraid she’d disappear, his arms tightening as she returned his embrace. He lost himself as she looked up at him with those red-rimmed and puffy eyes, glittering with tears. Before he knew what he was doing, his lips were on hers, and he was kissing her wildly, desperately.

Y/N’s heart stopped as he started, but she kissed back, letting her mind run blank as he pulled her closer into him, comforted by the steadiness of his arms around her. There were sparks between them that she could no longer explain away, lightning that only accompanied love, indisputable proof that he was more than just a friend, that this was more than just a rebound. When he kissed her, she felt alive.

She could hardly breathe when he finally pulled away from her, his eyes wild and drilling into her with a burning intensity.

“Y/N,” he breathed out, just as breathless as she was. “Stay… Stay with me.”

Her back was against his front door, and she knew exactly what that look in his eye meant—it meant that if she followed him in, that this was for real. It meant that she was serious about him, and that he was serious about her, and that they were finally letting this happen as it should have all those years ago.

The words were on her lips when the images came flooding back, of her space in her own bed occupied by another, a stranger lying in the arms of the person who she had chosen to love, to trust. Daichi’s steadiness suddenly became uncertainty, and she found herself wilting away from him.

His arms fell away from her easily, and her heart sank at the tortured look that was written all over his face as she moved away from him. She crossed her arms over her chest, and tried her hardest to at least look him in the eye. “I-I’m sorry, Daichi. I can’t. We shouldn’t.”

“You’re…” Daichi cut himself off, shoving his hands into his pockets and staring down at his feet, a long sigh rolling off his lips. “You’re right. I’m sorry, Y/N. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” As Y/N turned away and headed for the train station, she was forced to reckon with her own conflicting emotions. Being with Daichi had felt so right, so safe, but the thought of taking that risk again, putting herself in a situation where a single person could hurt her so badly… If there was anyone in the world who she thought would never betray her, it was him—but that trust might only mean that she would have farther to fall.

Daichi watched her go, and though he wanted to scream as he watched her silhouette disappear into the night, he had become unequivocally certain that he truly wanted to be with her. It was what he had wanted for a long, long time.

‧₊˚✩彡.

Y/N had gotten into work that morning and immediately been scheduled to conduct a last minute interview—one of the writers for the paper’s sports column had needed to attend to a family emergency, leaving her to cover for him in his absence. She wouldn’t need to visit the precinct today, something she was almost grateful for. There was an almost unfathomable level of awkwardness between her and Daichi, and not having to see him made it that much easier to try to forget what had happened on his doorstep two weeks ago.

She stepped into the designated meeting room, notepad in hand as she slid into the seat across from the athlete that she was supposed to be interviewing. “Hi,” she began, giving him her usual professional hospitality. “I’m L/N Y/N, it’s nice to meet you— I’ll be interviewing you today.”

“Hello,” he almost seemed to chirp, leaning back into his chair and shooting her a charming, coy smile. “I’m Oikawa. But with a face like yours, I’ll let you call me Tooru.”

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Part 1 Part 2

“Last but not least, worry no more, citizens of Capitola: after a grueling week of searching, our very own superhero Jasper Jordan has finally found his cape. He was wearing it all along.”

“It’s so good to know that he will be able to go on keeping Capitola safe.”

“Yes, what would we do without Jasper Jordan here to protect us? And from now on, you’ll be in Lexa Woods’s hands. Also, such good hands those are. She’s got very long fingers.”

“Oh. Well, I never actually noticed, but I guess they are. Thanks, Clarke. And now, perk your ears for the new hit single from our very own global country star, Harper McIntyre. It’s called Call Me Harp-by. She’s a creative genius!”

Lexa’s first instinct when she hears the studio door open is to hide. She checks her options: Monty is holed up under his desk playing on his GameBoy Color, Octavia has barricaded herself in a corner with actual hand-carved sticks and is roaring at Bellamy in a strange language, and Murphy is probably peeing into a bin behind the pillar on the far side of the room.

She’s too slow to think of a solution in the end and she can’t do anything but flush when Clarke strolls in and heads over to her, smirk plastered on her face. Lexa only has time to save her miniature Baby Yoda from Clarke’s weapon of ass destruction before her coworker sits on the edge of her desk.

“Hey, Lexa.”

Lexa forces a polite smile, trying to focus on her outline for the day rather than the butt cheeks planted on her desk, the body attached to them, or the face looking down at her with a sly grin. “Hello, Clarke.”

“What do you think of Harper McIntyre’s new song?”

The topic confuses her, but she trudges on with a brave face. After all, she’s got opinions on Capitola’s Taylor Swift rip-off and if Anya is going to make it a point of leaving the room every time Lexa so much as mentions them, then she’s going to take this opportunity with both hands and pull out all the receipts. “Uninspired. Derivative. Oddly reminiscent of Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen.”

“Yeah...” Clarke nods pensively, letting the subsequent silence drag on for a few more seconds. “I like your fingers.”

Lexa starts at the sudden topic change and struggles to keep her blush under control under the brazen intensity of Clarke’s stare. “Yes, I- I noticed. You mentioned. On the radio, for all of Capitola to hear. Thank you, I guess?”

Clarke hums, before clicking her tongue and hopping off of Lexa’s desk. She roundabouts it until she’s right next to Lexa, thigh brushing Lexa’s arm.

Lexa tries and fails to swallow down the knot in her throat as Clarke sits on her desk again, this time on her side, crossing her legs so her feet touch Lexa’s leg.

“So a little bird told me we’re starring in a porno together.”

Lexa almost yelps, scrambling out of her chair to fasten both hands over Clarke’s mouth. “The whole world doesn’t need to know, Clarke!”

Clarke rolls her eyes, but Lexa can feel her smile under her hands. Their eyes lock, a tacit understanding passing between them. Clarke's eyes are a vivid blue, like a cloudless sky or the color of Lexa's highlighters before Anya dunked them all in a bag of manure, and it's hard not to drown in the depths of them.

"Glad to see you two getting intimate already."

They spring apart as though they were burned. Lexa sits back down on her chair, while Clarke takes a seat at her desk, which to Lexa's chagrin is right next to her own. Anya chuckles as she sinks into her own chair, propping her feet on Lexa's desk, crossed at the ankles.

"Anyway," she slams a hand over a stack of papers, making Clarke and Lexa jump in their seats, "can you guess what this is?"

Clarke and Lexa look at each other with raised eyebrows, then at Anya. Lexa shrugs.

"This is your fucking Bible," Anya says, not waiting for them to guess. "Your Dianetics.Your Loose Canon. Your gospel." At her companions' still expectant stares, Anya heaves a dramatic sigh, throwing her arms up. "It's the goddamn screenplay."

Oh.

It's like the snap of an elastic band. Lexa and Clarke shoot out of their chairs to snatch the script from Anya's desk. Lexa gets there first (going to the gym does pay off after all), dribbling around Clarke, and lets out a triumphant cry before sinking back into her chair, thumbing through the pages of the heavy tome.

She stops on a random page and feels Clarke press closer to read over her shoulder.

INT. BLONDIE'S KITCHEN - TWILIGHT

Enter Lulu. Plumber by day, detective by night. She stops by the island and twirls a lead pipe in her right hand before sheathing it like a cowboy's pistol.

LULU

It seems it's time to read your...

Lulu puts on her shades. ZOOM IN.

LULU (CONT'D)

...Anya rights.

Lexa balks, peeling her eyes from the page to gape at Anya.

"Anya rights? Anya rights? You can't just... Arbitrarily rename the Miranda rights. They have that name for a reason."

Anya rolls her eyes like Lexa just said something obnoxiously stupid. "I didn't just rename them, you dumbass. I fucking changed them. If you'd read the whole thing, you would know that the suspect has the obligation to remain silent. No more fucking cry babies in cuffs."

"This is..." Lexa opens and closes her mouth like a fish, trying to find a thread of logic in the midst of... Whatever fever dream she's living in right now. "I thought we were filming a porno, not a sexy cop movie. Plumber by day, detective by night? That's- it's not even remotely realistic."

"Lexa... Suspend your disbelief."

"I think it's really good stuff," Clarke chimes in, her breasts still firmly pressed to Lexa's shoulder blade.

"Thank you, Clarke!" Anya exclaims, throwing her hands up and letting them fall on her legs with a loud clap. "At least someone appreciates my genius."

Lexa rolls her eyes, but fine. Fine. She will read more; she will give Anya a chance. She opens the book on a new page, several scenes ahead.

INT. BLONDIE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Blondie rubs her lover's love button like she's scratching at a turn-table, making Lulu scream louder than Saoirse Ronan in Ammonite when Kate Winslet was eating her out with her neck.

LULU

Oh, fuck! You're so good at this! Almost as good as my awesome best friend and mentor Anya, even though I've never had sex with her because that would be totally gross.

Blondie stops her ministrations to look up at Lulu and smirks.

BLONDIE

I know. After all, they don't call me DJ Diddles for nothin'.

Lexa stares incredulously from the two hundred-odd pages to Anya, wondering how grave a sin she must have committed in a past life to deserve this.

"What are you, a sex-deprived straight guy?"

Anya scoffs, yanking the script from Lexa's hands before she can do anything to stop it. "I can assure you there is no deprivation in that department."

"After reading that I am seriously starting to doubt that you've ever even seen a vagina."

"I thought it was good," Clarke pipes in once again. This time, Lexa turns to her with a raised eyebrow.

"Is she paying you to say that?"

Clarke tsks with a smirk. "I'm just smart enough to know better than to get on the lead producer's bad side."

Anya snaps her fingers and points at Clarke approvingly, and Lexa has never regretted a decision so deeply in her life.

"Anyway," Clarke resumes, standing up and grabbing her bag. "This has been fun, but I need to get going. Anya, stay classy. We'll work out the schedule this week. Lexa," she adds, her voice dropping a tone to turn into a seductive purr. She leans down, and it's all Lexa can do not to focus on how her breasts squish together and seem to become fuller and more inviting. She loses the plot when a pair of lips presses to her cheek in a kiss that is chaste, yet way too slow for propriety. "See you tomorrow."

Lexa's throat is dry as a desert as she watches Clarke leave, her hips swaying more than usual. She jumps in place when Anya clears her throat next to her. This time, she can't avoid her friend's shit-eating grin.

"No chemistry, you say?"

"Shut up, Anya," she grumbles, focusing back on her work. She has a full, five-minute newscast to prepare, she can't dawdle and joke around gossiping like some people. But then a thought pops up in her head and she turns to Anya, eyes narrowed. "Is this some elaborate plan to get us together? I refuse to be your little Love, Actually experiment."

Anya's stare is fifty shades of unimpressed. "Lexa. Don't take yourself so seriously. It's a bad look on you."

Lexa buries her face in her hands with a long-suffering sigh. Why is this her life? Why is this her best friend? Why is she hopelessly attracted to the worst, most unprofessional coworker on the planet?

"Why couldn't you find a normal hobby? Something that doesn't include me? Like baking. Baking would have been so much better."

"You know," Anya drawls almost nostalgically, "I actually considered that, but the criminally inclined baker niche was already taken up by Martha Stewart."

"She is surprisingly niche," Lexa says, intrigued.

"Indeed."

"But she's also able to appeal to a larger audience."

"Uh-huh."

"Fascinating."

"I know. It's like Punkya. You'd think a lesbian erotica magazine would only appeal to queer women and depraved straight men, but it's been selling surprisingly well amongst the straight female demographic."

Hm. Are all women secretly queer?

"Interesting," Lexa concedes, before veering the topic back to Anya's passion (and Lexa's torture) project. "So when does principal photography start?"

And there it is again, that nefarious gleam in Anya's eyes. It grows along with her Cheshire cat grin, curling and curling until it's pure, unbridled evil.

"Next week."

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