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request-jj's daughter gets grounded after babysitting her little brother, henry.

Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau x teen daughter reader

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request-jj's daughter gets grounded after babysitting her little brother, henry.

Third person pov...

5 year old Henry La Montague runs into the house giggling, he shrugs off his school bag and runs into the living room and jumps onto the sofa, before he can he is grabbed by someone that person being his Mum.

The blonde eyes widened "Mumma your home!" He yells his mum is never home early. JJ laughs at her sons shocked face. "Hi baby!" She says equal excitement.

15 year old Y/N Jareau rolls her eyes as she walks into the house hearing her Brother laughing. She continues texting on her phone, she gets to the bottom of the stairs before her name gets called.

"What Mum!" She yelled, she got no answer annoyed the 15 year old walks into the living room where her mum and little brother where.

She crosses her arms. "Yes Mum?" She asks the woman, JJ looks around at her daughter ans puts Henry back down. "Hey Honey, I need you to babysit Henry tonight, I've got to run off to work for a bit" she says Y/Ns goes silent before an angry look appears.

"But Mum Hollys holding a party tonight you said I can go last week, I can't watch Henry!" She exclaimed throwing her arms down, JJ looks at her daughter.

"Well I'm sorry, you have to stay home, it's only a party" she said, before Y/N storms off upstairs, a door slamming can be heard from downstairs.

"She's Grumpy!" Exclaims Henry making his Mum laugh before he squeals with laugher when thrown over her shoulders.

Time skip...

A couple hours have passed since JJ left for work, Will was working a late shift and wouldn't be home until midnight, which left Y/N and Henry home alone.

Henry was downstairs watching his TV shows happily singing along and playing with his toys, which left Y/N upstairs in her room.

The teenager was currently sitting at her desk doing her hair, she was going to thr party she doesn't care what her Mum says.

As she gets ready she remembers Henry. "Shit! I can't can't leave him home alone" she exclaims before having an idea, it's a stupid idea but it might work.

The teen Continues to get ready, once she was done she grabs her bag and phone and walks downstairs ans into the living room.

The 5 year old is still watching his cartoons. Y/N walks over to her brother and kneels down next to him, the 5 year old looks at his sister. "You look pretty N/N" she says smiling adorably at her.

She smiles at him. "Aww thank you Hare-bear" she says ruffling his hair. She checks the time 10 minutes. "Hey Hare-Bear, you know that party my friend is having" she said, this made Henry look up at her.

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?" She asks him, Henry thinks for a minute before nodding his head. "You do, well then you have to not tell Mum or Dad okay, it's a secret between us" Says Y/N holding out her pinky.

"Yes sissy" Says Henry linking his pinky with her, Y/N grins. She then gets Henrys coat and grabs his bottle of water for him.

A car horn is heard outside. "They're here!" Yells Y/N before grabbing her stuff and picking up Henry. Thebtwo then get into thr car with Y/Ns friends.

"Hey guys, this I'd Henry my little brother he's coming with us" she said all her friends love Henry and think he's adorable.

They start driving to Hollys, once they get there Y/N kneels next to Henry. "Hey Hare-bear, I'm gonna need you to keep holdover my hand while we are in there okay?"She asks the little boy.

Henry nods his head. "Good boy, now let's go!" She exclaims holding Henry's hand the two laugh and run to join the other teenagers in the house.

Little Henry was soon exploring the big house with his sissy, he was looking around at all the teenagers and lights, the music was loud but affective making everyone dance.

Henry stays close to his Sissy as she walks around talking to different people. Henry has fun ans everyone loves seeing him there, soon he wonders away from Y/N but keeps her in his sight and begins dancing.

Hours pass before Y/N knows it, she checks her phone and sees its 12pm already

"Fuck!" She exclaims before looking around for Henry, he wasn't next to her. "Double fuck!" Y/N leaves her friends to look for her brother.

Little Henry had fallen asleep from all the dancing he did, he was laying on a couch by himself, whe  he opens his eyes he sees his Sissy running around a worried look on her face.

Henry doesn't like his sissy having that face so the little 5 year old jumps up from the sofa ans runs over to her. He pats her hand gaining her attention. "Sissy its me your Hare-Bear! I is here now" he yells making Y/N sigh with relief.

She drops to her knees infront of him and pulls the little boy in for a big hug, confused Henry pats her back Comfortingly. "Sissy okay?" He asks her, Y/N pulls back and snuffles.

"Yeah I'm okay Hare-Bear I was worried about you, but now we have to go" she says before picking him up, the two make their way through groups of people.

As the two make it outside, sirens are heard and are coming closer, Y/Ns eyes widened "shittt" she groans recognising her Dads squad car, she pulls Henry's hood over his head blo king out the lights and sounds.

She then stealthy walks away from the cars turning her back, as she walks she walks straight into an officer and of course to her luck it's "Will! Hi didn't see you there" she says her voice going all squeaky.

The man isn't happy, he had a frown on his face, his hands on his hips and lips turned downwards. "What arw you doin' down here Y/N?" He asks her, YN looks at him "um im here for a Party! What arw you doing here?" She counters.

Will isn't amused. "Im here because of multiple complaints from neighbours " he sayds before he looks at the thing Y/Ns holding.

"Wait a minute didn't JJ say you have to baby sit Henry" Will said looking pointedly at the teen.

Y/N gulps nervously, "well yes, but technically she said i couldn't go but not Henry" she watches at Wills frown turns into realisation. "You didn't did you?" He questions her eyebrow raising.

Y/Ns looks at him. "Oi I'm not that evil you leave my 5 year old brother home alone, no instead I bought him with me" she says pulling down Henry hood and showing the man.

Will sighs at the teen, Y/N winces "That's worse isn't it Fuck meee" whines the teen before Will takes her to his squad car and drives off.

While in the car it's silent, apart from Henry's snoring Will is pissed off with Y/N for going to the party but also bringing her little brother with her. Y/N is nervous her mum won't be happy.

She's so grounded, her face pales as she sees where Will is driving them too. "No Will why this! This is worse then death!" She yells bus the man acts like he doesn't hear her as he parks in Quantico FBI headquarters.

The man turns around. "Out now, you walk upstairs and you tell your mum what you've done, it's better this way, then her finding out from me" he says before Y/N groans and gets out of the car.

She waves as the Man drives back home, sighing the 15 year old turns to the building and walks in, once thr elevator opens she thinks about walking home, but thinks better of it either way she is dead.

The teen walks out of the elevator and into the bullpen where her Mum was talking with her team, Y/N is soon noticed by her Godmother Emily, who smiles as soon as she see Y/N.

"Y/N what are you doing here!" She yells gaining everyone's attention, JJs eyes widened as she sees her daughter standing in the room, she then takes in her daughters appearance. "You went to the party didn't you" Y/N nods her head.

The 15 year old sends a look to the team but none of them help her. JJ crosses her arms and angry look on her face. "You went to the party after I specifically told you not too" she said once again Y/N nods her head.

"I did and it was a stupid idea, but I really wanted to go and before you think that I left Henry home I didn't-" "-please don't tell me you bought him with you, a 5 year old to a party full of teenagers" JJ cut her daughter off.

"Maybe" mumbles Y/N, the team all had shocked faces on as JJ,rubs her forehead "how could you be to stupid! Y/N something bad could of happened to him why did you bring him! You know what your done, no phone for two weeks and your grounded!" Yelled JJ holding her hand out.

The teen sighs and hands over her phone "how long?" She asks, JJ,shakes her head "I haven't decided yet, come on your going home, good night guys see you Tomorrow" Says the mother before she grabs her bag and drags Y/N off to the elevator.

"I'm surprised she didn't kill her on the spot" Says Spencer braking the silence before the others could hear angry yelling from inside the elevator. Rossi clicks his fingers "there it is" he says as the other pray for Y/Ns safety.

The end!

Poor Y/N I swear her and JJ oneshots always end with her getting told off, but anyway thank you for your request.

So sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes as always.

Request are open!

Word count: 1730

[cosmicanamnesis]

The Scoops Troop had a ritual, every 4th of July following 1985.

No one really understood it, but in 1986 after Vecna, after the loss of Eddie and the close call with Max, the Independence Day festivities left a bitter taste in their mouths.

It started with Robin. Well, it started with Steve, but it started with Robin, and Steve's un-subtle, bordering-on-desperate bid for companionship. He remembered how Will was, the effect the anniversary had on him, everything Dustin said about his best friend. And Steve could feel it. The anxious vigilance, irritability, crying spells and flashbacks. He needed his best friend. He needed Robin.

Of course she agreed. In fact, her answer came in the form a deeply relieved sigh and a "I thought I was gonna have to be the one to say something." Family Video closed early for the holiday, so they grabbed some tapes (nothing with monsters or spies or, god forbid, ice cream) and made themselves one with Steve's living room couch. They probably would've spent the whole evening there, except -

The phone rang, halfway through their second movie. It scared the shit out of them, and they spent a second clinging to each other before their brains caught up to them. The phone. The phone was ringing. Steve got up to answer, intending to leave Robin on the couch, but she decided to follow anyway.

It was Dustin.

"Hey buddy, what's up?" Steve answered.

"You can't really hear fireworks and stuff from your house, right?"

"Right. Dustin, it's not even-"

"Cool," and the line clicked dead.

"- dark..." Steve finished his sentence with a sigh and put a hand on his forehead as he realized he was talking to thin air. "I think Dustin's coming over."

"That makes sense," Robin said, biting absently at her thumbnail. "He can't be having a good time either."

And Dustin must have called from a payphone downtown because there's no way that kid came all the way from his house in seven minutes on his bike. Shithead didn't even bother to knock, just let himself right in. Steve was getting pretty used to that by now, the kids showing up at random with little to no announcement. So as Dustin came in, Steve and Robin just yelled "living room!" in unison and Dustin came in and quietly sat at their feet. Quietly, which was new. He didn't even ask about the movie. Steve leaned forward and rubbed a hand over his shoulder.

He didn't need to say anything. They knew.

Erica showed up last. Didn't call ahead, didn't knock. Came and sat down next to Dustin with a quick "Your mom said you were here," and settled in.

Every faint pop and squeal of the fireworks around town made them wince and shuffle closer and turn the volume up on the TV just a little. They ate popcorn and chips and drank soda as darkness encroached around them.

"What do you think the others are doing?" Robin asked as Steve got up to change the movie, as quickly as possible to keep the sound of firecrackers and sirens to a minimum.

"Lucas is at Mike's house," Erica supplied. "Max too, probably."

"I think Will and El are there too," Dustin added. Robin nodded, blankly watching Steve as he finished rewinding the last tape and pulled the next one out of the case.

"Mm. Think they're doing exactly what we're doing?" Robin continued. They all froze as the sound of a firetruck, driving full lights and sirens, came just a little too close to the house. It took a while for the group to be able to breathe again.

"I'm sure they're okay," Steve said, and finally rejoined them on the couch. "They've got Nancy."

They all nodded in unison as the next movie played. The mood in the room never lightened, and by the time they ran out of movies, Dustin and Erica were falling asleep against each other. Robin and Steve looked at each other, and then at the kids, and remembered how god damn young they all were.

They forgot that, from time to time. Robin only just graduated, Dustin barely survived his freshman year, Erica wasn't even 12 yet, and they were all so much younger when this all started. They'd seen so much, carried so much with them for so many years, and now... All they could do was sit in a heap on Steve's floor, quiet and only comforted to sleep by the fact they all knew where the others were, and that they were safe.

Steve jostled the kids awake and Robin rummaged around for some extra blankets to get them settled in to sleep downstairs. Once they had cleaned up and Dustin was nodding iff again on the couch, Steve and Robin headed upstairs.

They had a routine, down pat, where Steve would let Robin sleep in the bed and he'd sleep on the floor, but tonight, she stopped him before he could shake out a blanket in the carpet. It was a silent conversation, had mostly in facial expressions and nods, but they understood each other. Robin picked a side of the bed and Steve took the other, and they laid there awake holding each other's hands for what felt like hours.

Steve was almost asleep when the door creaked open and Erica came quietly into the room. She studied the sleeping arrangement with bleary eyes and slid in next to Robin. And Steve was grateful he had a big bed when Dustin came in just before dawn and did the same thing on Steve's side of the bed, forcing Steve to press closer to Robin to keep the kid from falling off the bed and knocking his teeth back out or something.

It was the best any of them had slept in days. No nightmares. No flashbacks. Pressed together on Steve's bed with safety, safety, safety in every breath.

In 1987, when Robin was home from college for the summer and Steve was still taking care of his parents' house, they planned on spending the 4th together again, and when Dustin and Erica showed up together this time, they didn't bat an eye. They still started with Robin and Steve in the bedroom and Dustin and Erica downstairs, and the setup was even more shortlived than the last year.

1988, they didn't bother pretending, and just all climbed into bed together from the get go.

And then it just became their Thing. Even after Dustin and Erica graduated, and Steve finally moved away from Hawkins to live with Robin in Chicago, and they were all very much adults, the weight of Summer 1985 stayed with them. It became easier to bear as time went on, as with most things, and it didn't take long before they were finally able to laugh with each other when the night rolled around.

They never really got used to fireworks again though.

[maria021015]

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 41 AHEAD!

On a dark desert highway - cool wind in my hair, warm smell of colitas rising up through the air. Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light. My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim. I had to stop for the night.

There she stood in the doorway. I heard the mission bell, and I was thinkin' to myself, ‘This could be heaven or this could be hell’. Then she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way. There were voices down the corridor. I thought I heard them say…

‘Welcome to the Hotel California! Such a lovely place - such a lovely face. Plenty of room at the Hotel California! Any time of year, you can find it here’

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted. She got the Mercedes-Benz. She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys that she calls friends. How they dance in the courtyard - sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget. So I called up the Captain, ‘Please bring me my wine. He said, ‘We haven't had that spirit here since 1969. And still, those voices are calling from far away. Wake you up in the middle of the night just to hear them say…

‘Welcome to the Hotel California! Such a lovely place - such a lovely face. They're livin' it up at the Hotel California! What a nice surprise - bring your alibis.’

Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice, and she said, ‘We are all just prisoners here of our own device’. And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast. They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast. Last thing I remember, I was running for the door. I had to find the passage back to the place I was before.

‘Relax’, said the night man, ‘We are programmed to receive. You can check out any time you like but you can never leave!’

The breaks squealed eerily as the bus pulled into the front lot of an old motel. A brightly-lit, flickering neon sign notified them that this particular establishment was called ‘Motel Glen Capri’. Unfortunately, it seemed as though a more fitting name would have been ‘Motel California’, after the similarly-named song ‘Hotel California’. ‘Intertextuality’ - Zaida mused internally, remembering another one of her flashcards. As the brunette peered out the window to the almost completely empty parking lot, she felt ghostly fingers trail a path down her spine, sending goosebumps rippling over her skin. Out of all of the motels Finstock could have chosen to stay for the night, it had to be here. At least their luck of late had been consistent. Consistently awful , that was. She didn’t know why she had expected anything more when hearing that the meet was pushed back due to the extreme weather warning.

“There’s only one other car parked - and it’s probably the person who works here.” She mumbled to the werewolf beside her. There were multiple echoes of slightly-differing but equally strong emotions that knocked against those tightly shut doors in her mind. Something bad had happened here. She could feel the imprint of it, left behind like fossilised tracks. "Maybe there’s a reason."

“It’s not like we have a choice,” Isaac shrugged and rose from his seat to follow the stream of students fast-emptying the bus. “Come on princess, you can put up with it for one night.”

She rolled her eyes at his teasing but followed him regardless, slinging her duffel bag up and over her shoulder. The moment her sneaker-enclosed feet landed on the solid ground, that knocking grew louder.

“...I've seen worse.” Scott tried to be positive as he stood on the asphalt overlooking the dungy building.

“Where have you seen worse?” Stiles scoffed in exasperation, hating the look of the place almost as much as Zaida.

“Listen up! The meet's been pushed 'til tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and the least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves!” Finstock announced in his booming voice as he addressed them all. Ah, so that was why they were here instead of the forest down the road - which would have been a better place to stay in comparison. Maybe the forest animals decided they didn’t have enough room. “You'll be pairing up - girls with girls and boys with boys - so choose wisely. And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants! Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!”

“Coach, there are an odd number of girls!” Zaida pointed out. The man narrowed his eyes, scanning over the group as if he was counting to make sure she was telling the truth.

“Right,” He nodded when he had finished. “You can pair up with Danny then, thanks for volunteering.”

“Making Danny pair up with a girl just because he’s gay is clear discrimination.” She pointed out mischievously for the sake of arguing with the man. Truth be told, she was grateful it was at least Danny and not Ethan.

“Don’t you start with me, missy.” He pointed a finger at her. “The last time somebody suggested such a thing - thanks McCall - I proved everybody wrong! I love the gays! The man I slept with to prove I wasn’t homophobic was gay - and he was a great guy, bought me dinner and everything.”

“Coach-” Stiles began with a snicker but Finatock blew his shrill whistle to shut him up once more.

“That’s enough!” The man glared at them all and held out the keys he had collected from the front desk for them to take. “Everybody take your keys and leave me alone! If somebody wakes me up from my court-mandated eight hours of NyQuil-induced sleep, there better be a fire. Except for you, Greenberg! Even if the sky was raining down army tanks filled with the living dead, I wouldn’t want you to wake me.”

The group quickly dispersed, undoubtedly discussing amongst themselves how they were going to sneak into each others’ rooms and whatnot. It left Zaida and Lydia standing beside each other, both girls unsure about approaching any closer.

“Lydia...?” Allison turned back to frown at them in questioning. “Zaida?”

“I don't like this place.” The redhead pursed her lips into a thin line with wary green eyes.

“I don't think the people who own this place like this place.” Allison chuckled, brushing off the girl’s concerns for a superficial dislike of a hotel that was anything less than five stars. Normally Zaida would make the same joke, but Lydia was right. The thick and palpable negative energy that shrouded the motel only seemed to grow stronger the closer she got. Maybe it was best if she didn’t admit to that aloud though, considering Lydia was already concerned and they’d have to stay here through the night either way. “It's just for a night.”

“A lot can happen in one night…” Lydia murmured and Zaida drew the girl’s hand into hers, giving her a reassuring squeeze before tugging her forward. Inwardly, she reinforced those doors in her head until the knocking quietened and faded.

“Come on, Lyds. I want to get to my room and freshen up before Danny claims the shower. I have a feeling he has a rigorous pampering routine.” Zaida grinned, attempting to make light of the situation for her friend’s sake.

“With skin as clear and hydrated as his?” She arched a delicate brow. “Definitely.”

As it turned out, Zaida should have been more worried about Ethan and Danny claiming the room to ‘catch-up’. She had walked in, screamed an uncomfortable apology, and walked straight back out with her cheeks burning. Well, so much for claiming the bathroom. After what she witnessed she was sure she didn’t want to touch anything in that room.

Allison and Lydia had both expressed their desires to shower (though the latter may have changed her mind when she saw the state of the facilities), leaving Zaida with two options. She could seek out Isaac’s room and undoubtedly face many teasing jokes and be subjected to Boyd’s deadly mood, or she could swallow her pride and hope that Scott and Stiles would allow her to use their shower. She went with the latter. Her stomach twisted with dread as she knocked on their door and waited for one of them to answer. The blood in her ears beat to the thundering of her pulse, quickening as her thoughts ran rampant uncontrollably. She couldn’t shake the image of Stiles and Lydia sat beside each other with Scott and Allison behind them.

Zaida had never seen the sense in Lydia and Stiles as a match, but now that she knew her own feelings for the boy, perhaps it was always just a subconscious hope that they would never eventuate. One thing was for certain, she held a biased opinion. Coming from an outsider's perspective, she supposed it made sense. The boy had been pining over Lydia for years, and the girl was finally shedding her shallow and vapid self in favour of a new and improved version. In the movies, that kind of a redemption arc would guarantee the boy finally getting the girl. Hearing them work things out together on the bus made Zaida realise that maybe one of the best things about herself and Stiles - their investigative bond - wasn’t only unique to them. The feelings of betrayal, inadequacy and jealousy only rose to the surface once more. Looking on at all four of her friends together and knowing Lydia could easily replace her role in the quartet planted the worry that things wouldn’t have been all that different had Zaida never moved to Beacon Hills. Maybe one day they would realise that too. That they didn’t need her. That she didn’t matter anymore…and maybe she never had.

Her spiralling thoughts and churning guts were silenced by Stiles opening the door to the motel room. The sight of Stiles with wet hair and only a towel wrapped around him, hanging low on his hips, stirred a swarm of butterflies in her stomach. Her lips parted in surprise and she couldn’t stop her eyes from roving the planes of defined muscle of his torso.

“Zaida? Hey, what are you doing here?” The boy's brows furrowed slightly in questioning and her heart only thumped louder in her chest when he leaned against the door frame with his forearm, displaying the veins that webbed prominently beneath the skin.

“Oh, uh…I was just going to ask if you guys were using your shower - which, clearly you were, and are not currently.” She stumbled over her words at a far faster pace than usual in her flustered state.

“Scott already had one and I just finished. Why, did Danny hog all the hot water?” He jested, unaware of her current predicament.

“He never made it to the bathroom, actually. But from the looks of what he and Ethan were getting up to, he will definitely be needing one later.” She raised her brows and swallowed her rising disgust at the memory of what she’d walked in on.

“Oh God, my condolences.” Stiles wrinkled his nose in an expression mirroring how she felt. “You can use ours.”

He finally stepped aside, moving those distracting muscles away from her line of sight and allowing her to function normally again - or semi-normally, at least. When she stepped further into the room Scott shot her a knowing look and she glared at him. Damn those werewolf senses. Dragging her duffel bag with her into the bathroom, Zaida peeled off her musty bus clothes and stepped beneath the hot shower spray. The water pressure wasn’t great, and most of the tiles were edged in pink mold that climbed from the grouting, but at least she felt a bit cleaner when she stepped out. She hadn’t packed any pyjamas - having not planned on staying the night - but she had packed an extra outfit for after the cross country, anticipating how awful it would feel to endure the five hour bus ride back in her sweaty clothes.

When she exited the bathroom Stiles and Scott were lying down on their twin single beds, staring up at the peeled and cracked ceiling. Stiles was fully dressed this time in dark-wash jeans, a grey T-shirt and a maroon jacket that clung to his biceps in a way that made Zaida flush.

“Hey, come here,” Stiles beckoned her over, patting on the thin mattress beneath him. She tentatively took a seat at the end of his bed. “We need your brain.”

“To hell with the rest of me, right?” She snorted sarcastically, though it was only partially a joke. A headache was beginning to play behind her eyes like a drumming in her brain.

“All right, so I have four.” Stiles returned to the conversation he had been previously having with Scott, leaving Zaida to guess at the subject matter. “Lydia and I think that the Darach and the alpha pack are preparing for war against each other. The alphas are expanding their pack, and the Darach is committing human sacrifices for power - however that works.”

“Four? You have four suspects?” Scott raised a brow towards his hairline. So that’s what they were talking about. Scott finally allowed his best friend to discuss the identity of the Darach.

“Yeah, it was originally ten. Well, nine, technically, I guess - I had Derek on there twice.” Stiles lifted his shoulders into a half-shrug.

“Well, I guess we can cross him off, now that he’s… you know.” Zaida muttered. She was still bitter about Stiles and Lydia working together without her.

“So, who's number one? Harris?” Scott brushed off her comment.

“Just because he's missing, doesn't mean he's dead.” Stiles nodded in confirmation.

“So, if he's not dead, our chemistry teacher is out secretly committing human sacrifices...?” Scott added skeptically.

“Yeah, I guess that just sounded way better in my head.” Stiles winced when he realised how far-fetched his theory sounded aloud.

“Harrris is definitely sketchy, but why would he write ‘Darach’ on his graded papers and leave them on his desk if it was him? That’s self-incrimination at the most , and giving us crucial information the Darach wouldn’t want people knowing at the least.” Zaida pointed out.

“Maybe he was trying to throw suspicion off, or maybe the alphas got to him before he could clean it up?” The Sheriff’s son suggested.

“I don’t think so. He was leaving a message - like he knew he was going to be taken. Maybe he knew who the Darach was.” Zaida offered.

“Well, what if it's someone else from school? Like, you remember Matt? We didn't know that he was killing people…” Scott interjected, trying to be helpful.

“Excuse me? I'm sorry, what? I-“ Stiles craned his neck, leaning up to look at his friend with an appalled expression. “Yes, we did! I called that from day one , actually.”

“Yeah, but we never really thought that it was Matt…” Scott chuckled lightly.

“I was serious! I was quite serious, actually! Deadly serious! No one listened to me!” Stiles scoffed and got to his feet in his outrage.

“I listened to you,” Zaida mumbled under her breath. Between his comment just then and how he had only validated her earlier theory of Scott’s injury-origins when Lydia had said it, she felt entirely overlooked.

“Who were the other three?” The werewolf pulled them back on track.

“Derek's sister, Cora - no one knows anything about her, and she's Derek's sister.” Stiles tucked down another finger as he demonstrated the list on his hand. “Next, your boss.”

“My boss?” Scott repeated in surprise, sitting up.

“Yeah, your boss. I don't really like the whole Obi-Wan thing he's got going on, you know? It freaks me out.” Stiles explained and at Scott’s confounded look his jaw dropped. “...Oh, my God! Have you still not seen Star Wars?!”

“I swear, if we make it back alive, I will watch the movie.” Scott sighed in defeat.

“That’s ‘movies’ plural, Scotty boy.” Zaida corrected.

“How many are there?” He questioned with a clueless frown.

“Three in the original trilogy, three in the prequels, three in the sequels, three non-canon Ewok spin offs, two standalone spin offs, then the Clone Wars film and tv show, and most recently, the Kenobi and Ashoka spin-off shows. Plus the holiday special, Star Wars Rebels, The Mandelorian, Andor, The Book of Boba Fett, Lego Star Wars, the upcoming Droid Story film...” Zaida listed them as Scott’s eyes only grew wider and wider along with Stiles’ broad smile. “Do you want me to keep going?”

“No!” Scott shook his head definitively and changed the subject. “Stiles, you said you had four. Who was the last suspect?”

“...Lydia. She was totally controlled by Peter, and she had no idea, so…” The boy admitted with a grim expression.

“What? My best friend is not going around committing human sacrifices!” Zaida blurted in defence of the girl, in disbelief that he had even suggested such a thing.

“I’m not saying she’s doing it on purpose. When Peter controlled her, she had no clue what she was doing. He could be doing it again. Think about it, Lydia found one of the bodies and has no idea how she ended up there.” Stiles elaborated on his theory, and when he put it that way Zaida supposed it was an undeniable possibility. “Maybe she didn’t just find the body.”

“I need some food.” She rubbed at her temples, easing the tension there as she got to her feet.

“I’ll come with you. I saw a vending machine on our way in.” Stiles offered, though it was more of a demand than a question. He was up and leading the way out of the door in only a few moments.

“You coming, Scotty boy?” Zaida looked to the werewolf hopefully, not quite wanting to be alone with Stiles right now.

“No, you guys go.” Scott was too zoned-out to pick up on her silent plea for his company, leaving a disappointed Zaida to trail after Stiles.

“Maybe this isn’t the best idea - you and vending machines don’t exactly have a long-standing history of a good relationship.” The brunette pointed out in a sarcastic drawl as she followed after the boy outside, walking along the balcony that was lined with other room numbers.

“That was ages ago. I’m a changed man, Zaida.” He winked at her. Certainly he was a changed man. Compared to that hyperactive little boy and self-assured, strong-willed girl they were back then, both of them had changed. He was a bit calmer now - though still chaotic - and more confident. As for herself? Well she wasn’t so sure anymore. She’d thought that she’d found her place in Beacon Hills - that she meant something, and that she made a difference. She’d thought that now that she was in more control of her abilities, she was powerful. Last night at the mall only proved to her how wrong she had been. She was completely worthless, her ice shards discarded in a split second by a blind man. If it weren’t for Allison and her flash arrows, them being there would have been a disaster. There was nothing Zaida could do to help her friends, or her brother for that matter. In fact, all she had done was force Xander to paint a target on his back to protect her. The only difference she had made was that she’d somehow managed to make the situation entirely worse.

“You’re uncharacteristically quiet. What’s going on in that brilliant mind of yours?” Stiles wondered, his analytical amber eyes arrowing on her - able to see right through her to the turmoil within. ‘Brilliant’ - she snorted audibly. Not so brilliant that she could figure out the Darach and alphas were opposing sides in an upcoming battle. Not so brilliant that she could find a way to save her brother from the fate she bestowed upon him. Not so brilliant that Stiles would believe her theories before Lydia confirmed them.

“I’m fine, Stiles.” She spat back with more venom in her tone than she intended.

“Okay, now I definitely know something is wrong. When you say you’re fine, you’re not fine. Ever .” He shook his head. “Is it about Deucalion? About what happened last night? Everyone’s been fussing over if Scott’s okay because his mental anguish manifested in a physical injury, but no one’s asked if you’re okay, have they?”

“You did,” She answered in quiet realisation. He’d cared enough to question if she was up to this trip even before getting on the bus. That small gesture kept that tiny flame of hope burning in her chest, and it was enough to light up the consuming darkness.

“How are you holding up with it all?” He asked with sympathy softening his molten-honey eyes.

“Well, the werewolf who murdered my parents is just waltzing around Beacon Hills, and Xander is next on his hit-list because of me. Yet I’m here on a Cross Country meet while he’s probably running - or fighting - for his life. If he even still has it. So I’d say I’m doing fabulously.” Her lips pulled into a tight and sarcastic smile.

“You know it’s not your fault, right? There was no way for you to have known any of that was going to happen.” Stiles attempted to reason with her, but guilt was far stronger than logic. It clawed at her insides, raking deep scrapes into her very bones.

“But it is my fault, whether I meant for it to happen or not. I’m the reason my brother might be dead right now.” She swallowed hard, her self-disgust and inadequacy rising thickly in her throat. It was sickening.

“You…you don’t know that. Xander could be safe.” The boy tried - the way she was speaking was entirely foreign. He’d never heard her talk like that before. Zaida always had a plan B, and then a plan C, or D, all the way through to Z. She always seemed to know what to do. Always appeared two steps ahead of the rest of them. Zaida Callis never gave up. But right now, she sounded entirely hopeless, and it struck fear into his gut. “Your brother knows what he’s doing - he’s police trained and he’s a Hunter trained by the Argents - the oldest Hunter family ever! He’ll be okay.”

“I hope so,” She muttered, not wanting to talk about this anymore. Not even with him. Talking about it only meant she had to think about it, and she was already thinking about it enough. Zaida was thankful when the two of them descended the noisy metal staircase and reached the vending machine beneath it, effectively cutting off their conversation. Boyd was standing and staring at the glass with another one of his famous deadpan expressions as he punched in the buttons on the keypad to select Peanut Butter Crackers.

“Hey! That was the same thing I was gonna get.” Stiles grinned in a friendly fashion as he peered nosily from next to the beta. The metal swirl holding the snacks rotated, but not enough to release the packet into the drop-chute. “Oh, hang on...You know what? I got a patented method for this, don't worry-”

“Stiles,” Zaida let out an exhausted sigh as the boy gripped the machine from its top, preparing to shake it. Boyd interrupted them both, punching straight through the glass with a closed fist, the rest of him not moving so much as an inch. He snatched his snack from the machine and turned on his heel, leaving without so much as a word. “Oh my God…” She frowned as her eyes followed the werewolf. What was it with people in Beacon Hills breaking vending machines?

Stiles, on the other hand, took the opportunity to grab as many items as he could hold, cautious eyes darting about for anyone who might see him committing vending machine theft. “How are you the son of the Sheriff?” Zaida tutted at his law-breaking tendencies.

“It’s because I'm the son of the Sheriff,” He assured her and ushered her away from the scene of the crime, back up the stairs and towards him and Scott’s room.

“Oh no, I’m not going to get caught for you pillaging the motel vending machine. You’re on your own, buddy.” She held up her hands and shook her head, splitting off in the opposite direction with a lazy salute.

“I thought you were hungry?” Stiles called out as she turned back.

“Not anymore. Crime makes me lose my appetite,” She jested dryly. In truth, she really couldn’t bear being around him right now - not when every time she looked at him, she only saw him sitting beside Lydia in that bus.

Unfortunately Danny and Ethan were not yet ‘finished’ in her own room. Zaida discovered that the hard way, and was left with yet another dilemma - she could retreat to Stiles and Scott’s room with her proverbial tail between her legs, or she could seek out Lydia and Allison. She went with the lesser of the two evils and ventured a bit further down the upstairs walkway to where she knew the redhead and huntress were situated. When Lydia opened the door for her and ushered her inside, Zaida wasn’t expecting the vile and acrid taste of jealousy to bubble over and leave a bitter taste in her mouth - but it did. How did the girl still look so beautiful after five hours in a car - over two of those hours spent in a crowded bus? She hadn’t even had a shower or changed her clothes. She looked exactly as perfect as she had looked when she was seated next to Stiles, having him gaze at her with his amber-eyes.

“Come on in, you can sit anywhere you like, although I wouldn’t recommend it,” The redhead wrinkled her nose in disgust at the state of the accommodation they were put up in.

Even that somehow looked adorable on her small button nose. When Zaida did that, she always thought her straight-bridged European nose simply looked like a wrinkled beak. That feeling of inadequacy boiled once again within Zaida. In all of their friendship, she’d tried hard to not compare herself with Lydia, knowing it would never end well. But now she couldn’t help it. Zaida was suddenly very aware of the differences between her and her best friend. The redhead had captured Stiles Stilinski’s heart, for starters, without even trying to do so. She was much prettier as well. In fact, in more ways than not Zaida paled in comparison to the redhead’s beauty and other talents. She wasn’t musical enough, wasn’t artistic enough, wasn’t as intelligent. It was as if all of the things Zaida had prided herself for, Lydia could do better.

“Oh, hey Zaida,” Allison flashed her a bright smile from where she was kicked back on her bed, typing away at her phone.

With a jolt Zaida realised it was not just Lydia, but Allison as well who was better than her. Zaida had been utterly powerless the night before, but Allison had held her own, likely saving Scott and Isaac along with the other members of Derek’s pack with her flash-bomb arrows. Zaida wasn’t that skilful, or that calm in the face of danger. She wasn’t calculated enough, wasn’t knowledgeable enough. Zaida simply wasn’t enough. Not enough of anything.

“What are you guys up to?” Zaida took a seat on the end of Lydia’s untouched bed in what she hoped was a casual manner.

“Lydia was just filling me in.” Allison nodded towards the still-standing redhead.

“Stiles and I think that the Darach and the alpha pack are related, just not in the way we first believed. In ancient cultures, ritualistic sacrifices in preparation for battle were quite common. The Darach could be committing these sacrifices for the same reason the alphas are recruiting - they’re preparing for battle. Likely against each other.” Lydia’s lips drew into a tight line as revealed what she thought was new information. Little did she know that Zaida had heard it twice before - once on the bus and once from Stiles’ own mouth.

“Yeah, I heard,” She nodded, trying and failing to keep the bitterness from her tone. Thankfully, neither of the girls picked up on its true origins, attributing it to the stress of the challenges before them.

“Now that you mention it, I was going to ask about that,” Allison put her phone away and leaned forwards against her propped up knees.

“About what?” Lydia arched a perfectly shaped brow. Zaida could already tell she wouldn’t like where this was going at all. She’d pretty much reached boiling point already and was not prepared to hold herself back from the edge much longer.

“About you and Stiles,” The huntress prodded purposefully, waiting for a reaction to confirm her suspicions, yet not the ones Zaida immediately assumed they were. The huntress had noticed a change in the way Stiles interacted with Lydia - a change that she thought might mean the boy had moved on. “You two seemed like you were getting along pretty well on the bus. I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you guys have a one-on-one conversation without him bumbling over his words or making a pass at you.”

“Yeah, well hopefully that means his pathetic little crush on me is a thing of the past,” The redhead rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. “Seriously, what did he think was going to happen? A girl says ‘no’ enough times and you’d think he’d catch the hint.”

“It isn’t some ‘pathetic little crush’,” Zaida snapped and Allison’s eyes shot towards her, widening slightly. Her friend’s dismissive attitude towards Stiles’ feelings only made Zaida’s growing frustration and agitation spike, tipping her over the edge.

“Following me around like a stray puppy-dog begging for scraps is pretty pathetic, if you ask me.” The redhead joked with an amused hum, so used to haughtily brushing off his affections that she did so mindlessly. It only propelled Zaida further down the emotional spiral she’d been descending all afternoon.

“Don’t you realise just how incredibly lucky you are?!” Zaida’s face flushed with anger and it was only then that Lydia recognised something was wrong. “That boy would do anything for you. He cares about you so much and you don’t even have to look twice at him. He’s never pushed you, he’s never asked for anything more than what you were willing to give him. He is so unbelievably loyal and devoted that he knew you were never interested and he still hasn’t moved on for the slim chance that one day you might want him back.”

“Zay, I didn’t mean-” The redhead swiftly tried to backtrack when she opened her eyes to how she’d offended the girl. “He’s just not my type…”

“He is hilarious, and selfless, and thoughtful, and a complete genius! I don’t know what else you could want from him. He’s perfect, Lydia, and I’m hopelessly falling for him when all he can see is you!” Zaida was yelling now, her chest heaving when she realised the reality of what she had just blurted. Her hands flew to cup her mouth and she let out a strangled sob of surprise, tears welling. For a brief period of silence everyone was frozen, not knowing what to do or say in reaction to her outburst.

“...I’m sorry. I…I don’t know where that came from.” Zaida cleared her throat with a quiet voice. Lydia took a step towards her, green eyes wide in shock and sympathy, but Zaida held an arm out to stop the girl in her tracks. She just needed some space for a moment to deal with the overwhelming wave of anxiety that washed over her. “Don’t…just…don’t.”

“Zaida…I had no idea.” Lydia slowly and tentatively took a seat on the bed beside the brunette. She inwardly scolded herself. Of course she’d had no idea - she was so self-absorbed that she’d neglected to notice how her best friend was feeling when now that she thought about it, it had been so obvious. Those lingering looks during training before summer break, and the way her eyes would light up when talking about something stupid he’d said or done. It had been in the way she’d gone silent when the three of them would hang out together and Stiles would make a flirty joke that Lydia would ignore. “How…how long?”

Zaida didn’t answer. Her head hung low, heavy from the weight of her shame. This was not how she’d intended to inform her friends of her feelings. In fact, she hadn't wanted to tell them at all, afraid of how things might change between her and Lydia. She’d never wanted the redhead to feel guilty - after all, it wasn’t her fault that Stiles had chosen her. It wasn’t her fault that Zaida wasn’t enough. She could see from the girl’s wide green eyes that it was too late to prevent that now. “I don’t know…” She finally ground out in a hoarse voice. “A while?”

Allison scooted over her bed to sit on the edge, coming closer to offer her support. “How long have you known ?” She reframed Lydia’s question, remembering how Zaida had brushed it off when she’d last suggested such a thing - the night that they’d hunted Cora and Boyd. The warmth and compassion behind her dark brown doe eyes softened the pounding in Zaida’s temples, like the steady rhythm of a song beating against the walls of her mind.

“The beginning of summer, when we went to the beach house.” She admitted, releasing some of the built-up tension within her with her confession.

“But that was months ago?” Lydia exclaimed. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“There was no point - Stiles has made his feelings for you pretty damn clear. There’s nothing you could have done. There’s still nothing that you can do.” The brunette shook her head. “Stiles likes you, Lydia. He knows that you might not ever like him back, but he can’t help how he feels - the same way that I can’t help how I feel. And I can’t blame him for not liking me, just like I can’t blame you for his feelings.” Now that everything was out in the open, that knocking in her mind had quietened, allowing her to calm her raging storm of emotions. Five things. “I’m honestly surprised that you didn’t notice - everyone else did.”

Lydia turned to Allison for confirmation and the huntress answered with a sad smile. “Even you?” The redhead raised her brows in surprise.

“I suspected it for a while, but when I teased Zaida about it she immediately turned the subject around onto me…” Allison trailed off as she recalled the moment she had known it to be true.

“Who else knew?” Lydia questioned. The fact that she was the last one to figure it out when Zaida was her best friend only added to her growing sense of guilt.

“I thought Scott was the first - he could smell it in my chemo-signals. But now that I think about it, Danny and Isaac were making comments from months before that…” Zaida thought back to all of Danny’s jokes that she’d brushed off, and that one time Isaac had pointed out to her that all of the qualities that had attracted her to him , Stiles also possessed. Four things.

“Oh my God, I’m the worst friend ever,” Lydia shook her head in disbelief. How could she have been so blind - so self-absorbed - that she hadn’t seen it?

“You are not the worst friend ever - in fact you’re far from it.” Zaida rushed to defend Lydia from her self-criticism, reaching to squeeze her hand supportively. Three things. “You were going through everything with Jackson, and on top of that you were helping me with training, and my parents’ murder, and finding out what I am. It’s not your fault that I didn’t tell you.”

“I just wish that you would have said something,” Lydia mumbled, tilting her head in an empathetic expression and gripping Zaida’s hand tightly.

“I knew that telling you about it would have only made you feel bad for something you couldn’t control.” Zaida sighed deeply. “I didn’t want you to feel like that, and I didn’t want to let it come between us.”

“It doesn’t have to,” Lydia promised determinedly. “We’re not going to let it.”

Zaida responded with the warmest smile she could muster despite the cold creeping further into her bones.

After a while of hanging out in the girls’ motel room, thoroughly avoiding the subject of Stiles Stilinski and talking about anything and everything else, Allison decided to have a shower. The huntress looked up from where she was rifling through the bathroom cupboards, pulling out a stack of towels, carrying them over to where the other girls were laying side by side on Lydia’s bed.

“I don’t think these towels are clean…” The taller girl trailed off, looking at the items with an unsure expression while Zaida and Lydia drew their attention away from taking selfies on the redhead’s phone.

“No kidding,” Lydia took a short sniff and pulled back quickly. “That smells like a chronic smoker hid their cancerous lungs in it.”

“Maybe they forgot to change them,” Allison attempted to brush it off kindly, whereas Lydia looked pissed off.

“Or maybe, they just never change them. Maybe these bed sheets are years old. Maybe, they never clean anything.” The redhead prattled on with her hands crossed over her chest in a sassy pose.

“Ugh, I really need a shower though,” Allison pulled at her slightly-oily brown hair with an apprehensive expression.

“Don’t you even think about it,” Lydia snatched the towels from her so the brunette couldn’t use them and bounced to her feet. “I’m going to go down to the office and give these people a piece of my mind. This place is in violation of like a hundred health safety laws.”

“I’ll go with her to make sure she doesn’t cuss anyone out.” Zaida rolled her eyes fondly at the redhead and followed her out of the room.

There was no stopping Lydia when she was on a mission. The girl’s heeled boots clacked against the metal staircase as she strutted her way to the management office window, dropping the towels down on the bench and addressing the older lady there, who had her back to them. “Be nice,” Zaida whispered a reminder to the girl.

“Excuse me? The card on the dresser says we have a non-smoking room, but somehow…all our towels reek of nicotine.” The redhead muttered and the woman turned only for them to see a transparent rubber tube embedded in her throat. A tracheotomy tube, Zaida recognised with a shiver.

“Sorry about that, sweetheart.” The woman rasped in a hoarse voice, clearly damaged from years of heavy smoking. Zaida shot Lydia a stern look and the girl’s lips thinned guiltily for her attitude. As they waited for the lady to return with fresh towels, Lydia’s eyes were drawn to a number framed on the office’s wall.

“What's that? That number?” The redhead questioned, unable to help satiating her curiosity once the lady returned with clean towels.

“It's kind of an inside thing for the motel. My husband insists on keeping it up.” The woman chuckled darkly and the sound sent goosebumps rippling down Zaida’s spine.

“What do you mean?” Lydia prodded further.

“It's a little bit morbid, to be honest…” The owner admitted. “You sure you want to know?”

“Well, with a preface like that,” Zaida raised a brow.

“Tell me.” Lydia nodded impatiently.

“We're not gonna make the top of anyone's list when it comes to customer satisfaction…” The lady began.

“Obviously.” The redhead interjected with a rude scoff and Zaida sent her a reprimanding expression.

“But we are number one in California when it comes to one disturbing little detail. Since opening - more than any other motel in California - we have the most guest suicides.” The woman’s face twisted into a slight smile, a glint in her eyes that was almost disturbing.

“One hundred and ninety-eight?” Lydia confirmed with wide green eyes, double-checking the number as if she didn’t believe she’d seen it correctly now that she knew what it represented.

“And counting!” The woman cackled. If Zaida wasn’t creeped out before, she sure as hell was now.

[justplainwhump]

Match

Handler Tyler Parker learns that he can't just leave his job behind.

A part of Angel's story.

Cw for BBU, referenced institutionalised whump, whumper (who doesn't get it) pov, very shortly and clinically referenced noncon (BBU romantic training), some oversimplified views on relationships. Guilt and shame.

Tyler's colleagues at WRU hung out together after work, too. The week before the game, he overheard them make plans for barbecue, who'd buy beer, who could make it from work and who had special assignments that kept them busy at the facility. He'd even been invited himself twice, first by Carly who mostly trained romantics for female prospectives and shared Tyler's taste in folk punk, and later by his superior handler Alan Nguyen. He'd declined both.

Tyler prided himself in having his own friends, not having been fully absorbed by the company that paid his bills. He was going to be at a sports bar with a bunch of old friends from college. He was looking forward to it, sharing old stories from a life before WRU, maybe even becoming a bit more grounded again.

At lunch, when he'd told her about his plans, Carly had looked at him with a hint of pity. Her friends dropped out when they'd found out she wasn't actually an accountant. Tyler doubted his would. Some of them had ended up in law enforcement, others in private security, he wasn't the only one with a somewhat suspicious employer. He'd told them, that he worked security in a high profile research lab. Nobody had ever asked.

He'd be fine, he told himself. His friends weren't like Carly's and he wasn't like her either.

"Oh, but you are," she'd said and patted his shoulder. "You're at facility 002. Involuntary acquisitions. Trust me. We're all sickos."

He wasn't. Tyler Parker wasn't a sicko. He was a great midfield soccer player, he still was a singer in his old band, he even took psychology classes besides his work. His job was his job, but he didn't take it home with him.

-

"Buddy, you really need to get laid," Mal said and leaned in over the sticky table to grab another chicken wing. "You're all work and no play. I mean, yeah you do your workout and show up for soccer, but when's the last time you've had some pussy?"

5.29 pm. PIV. Position 35. Trainee restrained to table. Very receptive. Denied orgasm.

"Well what about you?" Tyler shot back, taking a swig of his beer to drown the memory. "Last time I checked it was just you and your right hand."

The others snickered.

"Well, you haven't checked in a while. Going steady with Emma now. Met her on that dating app. You ever tried that?"

"Dating apps, I don't know..."

"Drop the act! You do have one," Tara chimes in. "We made you a profile, remember? Did you ever check it?"

"I do," Tyler admitted and pulled out his phone. He'd swiped through that app at work, sometimes, even had some nice chats that went into nowhere. He hadn't used it however since he worked high security, where they had to check in their private phones for their shifts. Better that way, the potential of any footage -

Work. Why did he think about work again? His friends were right, probably. He should find himself some distraction. Wouldn't hurt trying. With some taps, he opened the app and pulled up his eyebrows dramatically. "Let's take a look at the market then."

With an excited squeal, Tara squeezed in between Dave and Tyler on their side on the booth. "Show me!"

She took over his phone and he let her, all four of them looking at the small screen, and Tara swiping. Tyler felt himself relax, shoulder to shoulder with his best friends, a cool beer in front of him, the game commentary from the TV screens a soft background noise.

"Undercut?" Tara mumbled. "Nah, that's my taste, not yours, off you go. Too thin. Nope. Too pretentious. Bye. Hmm, this one?"

A short girl with an even shorter dress on a boat, intense blue eyes, blond locks flying in the wind.

All Tyler could see where blond locks fall over a white tee in a white room, his hand curled up in that hair and -

"No," he said decidedly. "Not uh. Not blonde."

"Really? Thought you liked them." With a shrug Tara swiped left. "I mean, your call, it's your sex life we're going to fix here."

She went on. No freckles, Tyler added, thinking of the freckles littering 238's smooth skin.

To their collective surprises, two or three girls turned out a match, and with Tara's aid, Tyler did send them some sincere-yet-flirty messages.

He had just stepped to the bar to order another round, when he heard Dave whistle. "Gosh, this one must be the woman of his nightmares, then."

"She's such a ten, off she goes, Tyler is a solid seven, not more."

"I heard that," Tyler called back.

"Nono, Tara, wait, though, Ty is not the only single in this booth, and I am a nine."

"You're neither single or a nine, actually. But whatever, let's check her."

With a sigh, Tyler turned back to the bar and handed over some bills in exchange for a tray of beer and shots.

When he returned, his friends were still leaning over the phone. Tara cleared her throat. "Listen, Ty. You might not be into that girl -"

"septembersun."

"You might not be into... Sunny's face, but listen, she studies psychology,..."

"Like you."

"Goes off rambling about that weird Russian grass vodka, that you keep a bottle of and don't share because you think we can't appreciate it,.."

"Rightfully."

"And she says she's into sporty guys with strong arms, which is like, your one defining feature."

Tyler raised an eyebrow at Tara and she lifted her hands as if innocent. "I love you, Ty, but it's true."

He handed her a beer, before putting down the others. "But she's ugly?"

It seemed to cause a collective chuckle.

"Well she is... according to your standards." Tara raised the phone, and showed him a photo.

238 was objectively gorgeous still, even in the facility in too bright light, with too large clothes and too little sleep. She'd been radiant before. Suntanned on a beach, freckles sprinkled over her nose, cheekbones, the one shoulder she'd artfully let her beach dress slide down. Her hair was tied up and wet, from swimming maybe, but it still shone golden im the sun.

Tyler's hands clutched around the tray, shot glasses clinking together.

Tara swiped to the next pic, the same girl but dressed for skiing, with an intense challenge in her dark eyes, directly at the photographer.

Her prospective had said something about skiing. Maybe he'd been there, with her, maybe just at the time this photo had been taken someone else had decided that she shouldn't be making her own decisions any longer. That she should be owned.

"...not looking for long term dating." Tyler hadn't even noticed that Tara was reading from the profile again. "I want to have a good time, share a good laugh, and maybe I want to watch the sun rise with you before we part ways."

A pet doesn't want anything for herself, he heard 238 speak after him in his mind. A pet wants nothing but to fulfil her owner's wishes.

The tray slided from Tyler's hands, vodka spilling over the table.

"Shit," Tara yelled as she pulled back the phone from the sticky liquid. "Fuck, Ty, are you drunk?"

"Give...," he mumbled. "Give me that." Tyler reached out and pulled the phone from her hands. "I... I gotta be going."

"You're fucking pale. Do you... do you need an ambulance?"

Tyler shook his head, as he started stumbling towards the exit.

Tara was at his arm. "Should I, should someone come with you?"

"Fuck off," he mumbled. "Fuck off, please, I... I need to be alone."

He didn't look at her, didn't know if he'd hurt her or she understood, but she did stay back as he staggered up the stairs and out to the street.

The phone in his hand was sticky with vodka. septembersun was still looking at him. 238. Danielle, as it said on the intake papers.

Someone must've had swiped right.

Congratulations, the screen said. septembersun has liked you, too. Looks like you're a match. Start messaging?

He felt sick.

A little further below, in light gray, it read septembersun has been offline for four weeks.

Tyler buried his face in his hands and screamed.

[obsidiancreates]

Serpent Hunt Liveblog

Fucking loving the post-apocalyptic aesthetic of everything. The vibes are great.

BEEBOP AND ROCKSTEADY ARE BACK

OH GOD I REALLY THOUGHT BEEBOP CALLED HIM "BIG ASS" FOR A SECOND

I didn't understand a single word Roacksteady said just then

Ewww mold an cockroaches?

Sheesh BeeBop your THROAT be CAREFUL

And they were comrades...

Never turn into "freak" huh? Hehehe the power of Knowing TMNT

BeeBop. Chill. Quiet down. Alien's hunting you, remember? Oh god his pre-song laugh, fuck is he okay? Is that why he turns into a warthog, he laughs like one squeals?

The new outfits being in the intro is such a fucking lie, dudes, they better come back, no matter how dumb Raph's is

Awwwwww Mikey drew pictures for the wall! Adorable!

Yeah I can't blame you Splinter, you're like. You've had enough trauma for a million lifetimes.

YAY THEY GOT DONNIE MORE CHEMICAL STUFF YESSSSSSS pfffft and Mikey's TV

YAY THEY GOT SPLINTER'S PICTURES

A little cramped, April it's way bigger than your apa- oooooooh you're thing with Casey. What, did it get worse since the last episode? The show needs to drop this.

Oh Splinter misses her so bad...

Out there alone risking losing her humanity? On-on what basis does he think this?

Feral Splinter and Mutated Karai passing each other in the street like that Umbrella Academy Five driving by Viktor meme

WHY- AGAIN WITH THE NINJAS ONLY SHIT LEO APRIL HAS MIND POWERS IF KARAI IS FERAL APRIL CAN HELP CURE IT OH MY GOD YOU'RE THE WORST LEADER YOU'RE ONLY 15 SO IT'S FINE BUT GOD USE YOUR BRAINS AND WHY DID NO-ONE ELSE SPEAK UP ABOUT IT EITHER

YEAH LEO WHY YOU GOTTA PENT UP CASEY'S RAGE

Pffffffff they can't help making snake puns, love it.

CAT

Well yeah, Donnie, I'd be more surprised if you didn't pick up trace amounts of mutagen DNA. How do his goggles pick that up from there- MIKEY STOP EATING THE SCALESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT RAPH IS JUST SO DISAPPINTED LOOKING

F-funky fresh? Better hunter than your brother? Butt-nasty skin? I love these two SLEEPY NAP TIME

TURTLE FACE- HAAAAAA THEY USED MOTHER RUSSIA AS A REPLACEMENT FOR MOTHERFUCKER

"1987 called, it wants it's jumpsuit back!" Now that right there is an excellent meta reference.

Oh they broke BeeBop his noises have become unpleasant- is he dancing away from the shuriken- ROCKSTEADY HAS A FUCKING GATTLING GUN oh a very slow-firing one though they should be fine

Mikey's talking to Karai, interesting

Stop making Michael Jackson noises BeeBop- yeah Donnie agrees with me they're not needed

YES MIKEY OH NO MIKEY

I guess BeeBop just has to make annoying noises or he'll die. I relate to that.

HIS KNUCKLES ARE A HAMMER AND SI- THEY KNOW THE SOVIET UNION WAS DISSOLVED A WHILE BEFORE THIS SHOW, RIGHT?!?!?!?!

OH FUCK HE MOUNCED MIKEY- RAPH HAS THE SICKLE STAMPED ON HIS FOREHEAD

Who're you talkin' to Rahzar?

PFFFFFF DONNIE NINJA RUNNING WITH THE DUMB GOGGLES

YESSSS MIKEY SHOW THEM UP

Wow Karai is slimy I guess

Oh yeah scream her name very loudly with Kraang right outside GOOD PLAN GUYS

YEAH SEE I TOLD YOU NO SHIT THEY SAME IN

YESSSSSSS KARAI SLAUGHTER THEM GIRL

Oh he was talking to Xever earlier

Anddd there she goes- MIKEY WITH THE FAN MOVE FOR HIS CHUCKS YESSSSSSSSSSSSS

WHY IS XEVER RIDING A MOTORCYLCE- OH SO BEEBOP CAN STEAL IT OKAY

I love that Rocksteady likes the motorcycle to- I SWEAR TO GOD HE'S SAYING "BIG ASS"

SPY ROACH SPY ROACH

OH THAT WAS SICK AS HELL THEY APPEARED WITH THE LIGHTNING- Leo baby you're facing the wrong direction

Don't act all upset that she's got a thing around her neck, you locked her in a dungeon. I'll fucking shred you with your own blades.

OH GEE HE DECIDED TO ATTACK INSTEAD OF MAKING A DEAL WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT

OH DAMN LEO'S MAKING DEATH THREATS

OH MIKEY GOT A GOOD HIT ON SHREDDER

PFFFFFFFF HE'S USING HER AS A SHEILD- BEEBOP HAS HIP LASERS?!?!?!?!?! XEVER SAYING BEEBOP TALKS TOO MUCH?!?!?!?!?! WHAT IS THIS

Pfff Xever is on fire with the sass right now

DO NOT SHOUT HER NAME YOU DON'T DESERVE TO DO THAT

OH THIS LEO-SHREDDER RIGH IS FUCKING AESOME

DONNIE HAS THE BO BLADE OUT YES

I guess she's an aquatic snake

RAISED AND CARED FOR AFTER YOU KIDNAPPED HER YOU BITCH

Ahhhh and here comes Warthog and Rhino forms, just like Stockman said he was working on before he was mutated

Like ten years means anything to Shredder

Dear lord this man can hit some high fuckin' notes

GOD THEY MAKE THE MUTATIONS LOOK SO PAINFUL- OH WHAT A WASTE OF MUTAGEN though I guess with the Kraang hookup it doesn't matter

These two should be thankful they still look pretty closeto how they did. If they knew about Snakeweed and Tomithy and Spiderbytes they might be a little more like "Ooof... could've been a lot worse..."

[tired-teacher-blog]

Mha characters (both male and female - and aged up, living together) reacting to their s/o going into the gremlin pose at random times (when their alone together) and chasing after them saying "👹GIMME THAT BOOTIE👹"

^gremlin pose bakugou for reverence lol

Thank you love ❤

Hi baby! This is such a cute request I love it.

Title : Gimme that bootie!

Characters : Shouto/ Ochaco/ Mina/ Amajiki/ Mirio/ Nejire/ Bakugo/ Gender neutral reader

Genre : Fluff/ Comedy/ Suggestive

Please do not read if you're a minor

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Shouto :

He was flipping through the TV channels when you showed up in front of him yelling.

He jumped in surprise almost throwing the remote in the process.

_ "What? Y/n stop doing that!"

_ "Not until you gimme that bootie!"

You assumed position and moved slowly until you reached him.

He had a bored expression on his face, it wasn't the first time after all.

You jumped on his lap and sneaked your arms around his back and down to his ass, squeezing his clothed cheeks.

_ "Here we go again.." He mumbled rolling his eyes as a smile tugged at his lips.

He always pretends to hate it, but you know he secretly enjoys your playfulness.

Mina :

_ "Gimme that bootie babe!" You squealed preparing to launch an attack on your beloved girlfriend.

She turned around, beaming at the sight she was met with.

_ "You first!" She jumped as her beautiful laughter resonated throughout the appartement. She sprinted towards you at full speed, taking you in her arms and tackling you to the ground.

She was prepared this time around, palms seeking your bum and lips searching your own.

_ "Okay! Okay I give up!" You giggled, struggling to speak between laughter.

_ "Not until I get my kiss." She stated calmly before closing the gap between your lips in a sweet peck.

Bakugo :

_ "What?" He asked in a monotone voice holding his bowl of soup as he finished the last few spoonfuls before placing it in the sink.

He didn't really need to ask, he knew what you wanted as soon as he glanced at you over his shoulder.

_ "Gimme that bootie Mr Dynamight!" You smirked reaching out for his ass but was immediately stopped as his strong arms pinned yours over your head.

_ "You need to call me by my full hero name if you need anything babe." His free hand grazed your thigh and cupped your butt cheek.

_ "Your hero name is too long and too hard to remember Dynamight." You purposely stressed the last part, moving closer to his face in a teasing manner.

_ "Then maybe I should do something to engrave it in your brain." He gave you no time to react as he threw you over his shoulder and marched to your bedroom.

Nejire :

She looked enticing in those shorts that barely did anything to cover her luscious butt.

Your eyes never left her body and it felt as if she was doing it on purpose.

You couldn't help it, you had to do it, you had to have her.

You sneaked up on her as she was laying down on her stomach reading a book, and struck a pose:

_ "Enough teasing! Now gimme that bootie!"

She could barely turn her head around before your weight pinned her down in place.

_ "No! No stop I can't!" Her sweet giggles filled your ears and you couldn't help but join her laughter.

Eventually, you'll make her pay for seducing you, the night is still young after all.

Mirio :

It never works with him, he's always prepared for your surprise attacks and you always end up begging for mercy.

But do you ever learn...

You heard the bathroom door open and peeked from behind the wall, waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack.

_ "Babe I'm done, the shower is yours! I'll put on some clothes and start with dinner!" He spoke loudly since you were nowhere to be seen.

He was vulnerable and oblivious, perfect!

_ "Gimme that bootie! That's what I'm having for dinner!" You leapt, aiming for his ass but lost balance when he dodged your grabby clutch and lifted you up with one arm as the other delivered a swift smack to your buttocks.

_ "You don't give up do you? Maybe it's time for your daily reminder that you should. We'll eat later." His sweet smile and suggestive words didn't match at all.

Ochaco :

She was in the bedroom changing out of her hero costume after a long day of work.

She wanted to have a quick shower before dinner and it was the perfect opportunity to sneak up on her.

You timed your attack perfectly and jumped on her right when she bent over to pick up her clothes.

_ "Gimme that bootie sexy !"

A mixture of screams and laughter erupted from her throat and she could barely do anything against your eager hands.

_ "Everyday! This isn't fair come on!" She struggled a bit more against you before pulling you closer to bed.

_ " Alright y/n, I'll let you have it. Shower can wait."

Amajiki :

It was his turn washing the dishes so there he was doing his best as you decided to go ahead and take a well deserved bath after a tiring day of hero work. The sweet soul insisted you should go first even though he was as exhausted as you were.

Your heart swelled with joy as you watched him from behind. He was too focused on his chores to notice the way your eyes roamed his body.

Your vision stopped right on his cute little bum, and you were suddenly overcame with the urge to squeeze and knead it, so you went for it.

_ "Sweetheart! Gimme that bootie!"

He flinched in shock, almost dropping the plate he was holding.

_ "What.. y/n stop it.. please." His soft voice and blushed cheeks were a sight to behold, Amajiki Tamaki is by far the cutest creature that ever existed, and his adorable little butt will always be your palms' favorite resting place.

You sprinted towards your prize and he didn't even bother protest, he knew you wouldn't stop until you had your way with him.

You cupped his ass cheeks squeezing them hard and kissing the nape of his neck as you marveled at the way he struggled to keep his cool while finishing up the last few dishes.

You won again.

@thatone-gayweeb

[nowimyurdaisy]

Cool For The Summer?

pairing: billy hargrove x reader

warnings: asshole billy? spelling errors?

summary: to him it was a summer fling the kind you see on tv, except unknown to billy you had developed feelings and so had he.

a/n: the ending kinda sucks, sorry. this is my first billy fic, be nice pls. can’t wait to write post part 2! enjoy <3

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It was a summer fling, the kind you see on tv. 

The day you two met was when you went to the Hawkins Community Pool, you were there babysitting your little sister and her friends. You were sunbathing, your usual routine. When he saw you, in your black bikini top and pink bikini bottoms, he thought you had THE bikini bod. He had to refrain himself from moaning, gosh you looked so damn hot, 

When you got up to go to the vending machine, Billy intercepted you, “hey babe” was all he said two words, that made you roll your eyes but also weak in the knees.” 

Hi, how can I help you?” you ask, making a grimace. 

“I just wanna know your name doll, is that a crime?” Billy asked, smirking.

“y/n, y/n y/l/n” your lips curved into a small smile as you spoke, “and why must you know?”

“No reason babe, i’ll see you around” and with that Billy smirked, turned around and walked away. Leaving you to watch that fine ass move back toward the stand. 

The next time you saw Billy was only a few days later, your parents insisted you take your little sister to the pool with her friends again. You wore a yellow bikini this time. When Billy saw you again, he remembered how lucky he is, your body had been on his mind since last saturday, and honestly his body was on your mind too. This time Billy wasn;t gonna waste anymore time. When he came down from his shift he headed straight to you, walked past all the drooling moms, honestly it's disgusting they are all married, they need to get their heads out of the gutter, that's what you always thought at least. “Hey doll” Billy greeted you on this very hot afternoon.

“You know, now that you know my name, you could at least call me it” you stated.

“Why would I take all the fun out of it, seeing you all flustered?” Billy sat down hand grazing up your thigh now. You were speechless. “You look extra hot today sweetheart” Billy loved seeing you get all flustered as he tried new (seducing) nicknames on you. “You, me dinner tonight, my place” he whispered in your ear, then slipped his phone number into your hand. And left, leaving you more flustered than normal, today just got even hotter. 

It was around 7 o'clock, you were getting ready to head over to billy’s. Your radio playing faintly in the background “Don’t. Don't you want me? You know i can't believe it when i hear that you won't see me dont dont you want me? You know I don't believe you when you say you don’t need me” you hummed along. You curled the tips of your hair, put on a nice shade of raspberry pink lipstick, then put on a slim crop top, fishnets & booty shorts, and sandals (it was the 80s what could you say, fashion was terrible). Tha\en finished your makeup, grabbed your purse and ran out the door. 

When you arrived at his house, you knocked once then twice then he answered. “Hey doll”

“Hi billy” you said flustered already, god this was gonna be a long night.

“Damn sexy stuff, imma have some fun with you.” he opened the door wider, “ come in” you walked in inside. His bare chest on full display, a button up shirt loosely fit around his shape, and jeans on the bottom, and lets not forget about that chain he was wearing. Billy then showed you to his room.  “So what's for dinner?” you asked. 

“You” he responded simply. He got out some beer, and then he picked you up and spun you around, you squealed “Billy”. That was the last thing you remember from that night. 

You woke in unknown sheets, in someone else’s bed, you rolled over and saw a peacefully sleeping billy, ‘holy shit did you really just sleep with billy fucking hargrove’!!?? It all felt like a dream but here you are in his bed, wait, NAKED! Holy- this really is real! 

“Morning sweetheart” Billy mumbled, god his morning voice sounded like a dream, and then he turned over and draped his arm across your bare stomach. 

After that morning you didn't hear from Billy much, you did go to the pool a few more times, but you guessed you must have just missed his shift. The moms always looked at you like you were the disgusting one for sleeping with Billy, while they eye ogled him all day every day. YOu always just gave them the side eye. YOu would not be known as ‘y/n the slut’. And then out of the blue, you get a call from Billy asking if he could come over, and of course you said yes. Then one thing led to another and you woke up next a naked billy, in your bed this time, with a purple hickey on your neck and it felt like a dream once again. 

From then on, every time you went to the pool, Billy would drag you away, and kiss you, and make you feel weak in the knees, leaving hickeys in the most visible places. But leaving you a mess just the same, saying such sweet things, things every girl wants to hear, and then leaving you alone in the morning. Once when you asked why you weren't public, why he didn't want to show you off. He simply replied “I can keep a secret, can you?” and with that we never talked of the subject again. 

After feeling used over and over again, after late night conversations and sex, then the next day seeing him flirt with some new girl, and not even spare you a glance. You were done with it. You slowly started ghosting him, there was only a couple weeks left of summer, you could just not go to the pool, and it would be easy to avoid him at school, you thought. Unluckily for you, Billy noticed this change.

One day he confronted you, he saw you at the pool that day, and he pulled you aside. You reluctantly listened to him. “y/n” he started, anger laced in his voice, “where the hell have you been?!”

“I don't know” you shrugged, avoiding eye contact.

“I don't know!?! How could you not know?! You’ve been ghosting me!!” Billy shouted louder this time. 

“I'm tired of feeling used all the time!” you yelled, and turned away. Billy grabbed your wrist, you flicked his grasp away, and walked off without another glance.

⚘like you said it was just a summer fling⚘

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[bokebelle]

aot boys + their kid asks them why you call him daddy

WARNINGS: use of the word "mommy" or "mama", kids, implication of a daddy kink, a little suggestive

CHARACTERS: eren yeager, levi ackerman, jean kirstein

TAGS: fluff

A/N: this was an impulse write so this hasn't been proof-read. there are a ton of ones like these but i couldn't find ones i've read before to link them but yeah i was inspired by those. i'll link them if i find them though. also yes i hc them all to be girl dads.

happy father's day to your dads, moms, and all the "father" figures in your lives <3

reblog if u want to call ur fave daddy/mommy 🤩

EREN - "good morning, baby" eren smiles when he sees you and your daughter in the kitchen. your daughter runs up to Eren and tugs on his sweatpants to get his attention. "daddy, is mommy your baby too?". Eren smiles as he picks her up. "of course mommy is. mommy was my baby before you became our baby." he sends a loving smile and a wink your way. "is that why mommy calls you daddy at night too?". you and eren stare at each other, too shocked to know what to do. "um, well, you see baby..." Eren stumbles over his words trying to figure out what to say, his own cheeks turning pink. "hey baby, since it's father's day, wanna help make pancakes for daddy?" you ask, sparing your husband from further embarrassment. you daughter cheers as you two start cooking. "thank you sweetheart." eren kneels down to place a kiss on your daughter's cheeks before he wraps his arms around your waist. he kisses your shoulder, mumbling "you're too good to me."

LEVI - "go on, i don't think he can hear us" Levi smirks at the quiet whispers between you and your daughter, continuing to pretend he can't hear you two. "happy father's day!" he turns around when he hears your greeting, seeing his daughter practically run straight into his arms. "give daddy your surprise." Levi's eyes soften when your daughter gives him a homemade card. "thank you, I love it." and his heart warms when he sees joy in his little girl's eyes that mirror his own. "daddy?" "yes my love?" "why does mama call you daddy too?" she asks out of nowhere. You stared at Levi and your daughter in shock, but Levi paid you no mind, keeping his eyes on his little girl. "because I'm daddy. and I call them mama too. Isn't that right mama?" Levi looked your way, 'go along with it' written in his eyes. "That's absolutely right, daddy." "mama, daddy, can I watch TV?" "Of course sweetheart." your daughter gleefully runs to the the living room, leaving you alone with your husband. "I told you not to be too loud." you giggle a bit before replying. "sorry, daddy" before Levi could say anything else, you leave him and join your daughter. he hears you two talking about the show on tv and as giggles fills his ears, he truly wonders how he got so lucky.

JEAN - he felt one poke on his cheek. then a second. when the third poke came a little harder, he opened his eyes and saw a little girl with features that looked like his, but a smile that reminded him of you, sitting on his chest. "happy father's day papa!" she squealed, throwing her tiny arms around his neck. you stirred beside them, trying to keep the blanket over your body, still bare from last nights....activities. "happy father's day papa" you mumble as sleep still hazed your mind, repeating your daughter's words. your daughter was quiet for a moment before she spoke up again, this time to you. "you said papa, but why did you call papa 'daddy' last night?" you immediately bolt up, still holding on to the blanket. your eyes are wide as you look at jean, who's blushing furiously, for help. "you know how confused your mama gets sometimes, princess. remember when the cookies you two made were salty because they had salt instead of sugar?" your daughter giggles at the memory, seemingly satisfied with that answer, she climbs down the bed and runs out of your bedroom. "confused? really?" you lightly slap jean's chest when he lays back down to hold you just a bit longer before you two had to get up. "now our daughter is gonna think i'm an idiot." jean chuckles before placing a kiss onto your forehead. "i'm sorry sweetheart. I'll make it up to you." "how?" jean stays silent before kissing you again, this time on the lips. "I can either make you breakfast, or make another baby with you. don't worry i won't tell them you're an idiot this time. they'll never know."

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[irethepotato]

YOU WRITE FOR CELESTINE AND KIKI oh my god thank you for feeding us women enjoyers out here i am so glad!! mhy please let me romance them ANYWAYS may i request reader leaving lil cute doodles (like chibis or cute chubby animal stuff?) for kiki and celestine separately in their lunches or something like that cause reader doesn't work in themis and has to wait until break to see them? thank you! have a nice day!

Leaving little doodles for them to find

Warnings: SFW, fluff

Characters: Celestine Taylor, Kiki Bennet, gn!reader

Celestine Taylor x reader, Kiki Bennet x reader

Your welcome, anon! It's a downright crime that Mihoyo made these beautiful women but not give us the option to date them.

COME GET YA'LL FOOD!

Celestine Taylor

Being the founder of a lawyer firm means that Celestine has to shoulder a lot of responsibilities to keep it running which took up a lot of her time.

The only few times you could actually meet up was when you two got off to work together and when you're driving home and even that she sometimes have to go work early or working overtime

Working in different places didn't help the situation either

You knew that this would happen when you started dating Celestine, but you can't help but still wanting to be close to her at work

You sighed at this thought as you grab her briefcase for her that she left at her office while she got dressed in your shared bedroom

As you grabbed her briefcase, your eyes landed on the post-it notes on the desk, an idea popped into your head

----

Celestine sighed as she rubbed her neck, a bit tired from reading the case files that had been sent to her.

For some reason, there's been an influx of clients needing her services and because of that, she has been trying to finish reading the last two thick files on her desk before her break

She was looking forward to take a break from work and have lunch with you

She reached for her briefcase to take out a specific paper that she needed to refer to when a yellow post-it note grabbed her attention

'Did I forget something?' she thought to herself as she her manicured fingers pick up the post-it. 'I don't remember making- oh?'

What greeted her was not a string of words to remind her of any importance, but a small doodle of a cute little bunny holding a little lunchbox, saying "Don't overwork yourself! I'll see you at lunch! Love, y/n."

She'd cooed at the cute sight. You are just too adorable for her

She'll snap a pic of it and texted it to you

'I found this little guy. You wouldn't know how he got here not, would you?'

'Thought to leave you a little something! Lunch at Penny's like usual?'

'I'll be there. ;)'

Smiling to herself, she tucked the little doodle away in her purse for safekeeping and continue with her work with renew energy

She couldn't wait to meet you now.

Kiki Bennet

Although it's still not even the middle of the day, Kiki couldn't wait for the day to finally end.

Lately there's been an influx of clients pouring in the firm's doorstep. As an intern, she has to organise and send the required paperwork to their respective department.

It's been three hours now.

All she wants to do now is go home into your arms and binge watch her favourite tv show.

As she read another email of a client, she grabbed her water bottle that she kept in her bag.

Eyes still on the document, she took a sip when something brushed her fingers.

'?'

There was a small post-it note on her bottle. Curious, her delicate fingers picked up the piece of paper.

A little chubby chibi version of you holding a heart that is as big as them in their arms while saying, "Can't wait to see you at lunch! Love you!", greeted her sight.

A giggle escaped her pink lips when she saw your little doodle.

'Aaaaaaah! So cute!', she squealed internally.

Taking a pic, she sent you a text as she put the post-it note in her desk drawer.

'This is soo cute! But I'd rather have the real deal than a chibi.(つ≧▽≦)つ'

'Aww, stop it! You making me blush! At the usual place for lunch later?'

'Yup! See ya later, love you!(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡'

'Love you too!'

Sending a heart sticker to you, she continues where she left off with determination.

Now she can't wait for the day to end!

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

OK one last one! Then I think I'm out of ideas.

So Nightmare and Killer are popular actors right? As such they are gonna be invited to party's and press conferences and are gonna be asked to play rolls in other shows. You know actor life.

So when this happens they are gonna have to travel around often and unfortunately their boyfriend can't come with them. You know Ccino has to stay home for work and to look after the cats, including killers cat.

When Nightmare and Killer would go on these trips in the past, it was never that bad because they had eachother. But now that they are in a throuple it's harder to leave Ccino behind. They will spend the night before leaving snuggling him all night.

"we need to make sure we give you enough affection to last till we come back haven't we?"

Ccino basically spends the night flustered in the middle of the two of them. Not that he's complaining.

After they leave they do try and keep in contact as much as possible. But since Nightmare and Killer are busy they may not have time to talk often. Ccino will make sure that they wake up with a good morning text, everymorning. But sometimes he won't get a reply for a few days.

It's OK though, because he knows they are busy and he has his cats, he loves to look after Killers cat along side his other ones.

Now imagine this. While his boyfriends are away Ccino keeps up with them through the news and TV. Imagine they've gone away and are going to be interviewed on a live TV show. Ccino would gather the cats to watch to interview live. "ooo doesn't your daddy look handsome today, and nightmare to... *sigh* "we all miss you two"

Imagen the show host asking them questions about their relationship.

Show host "so is it true that you two have another boyfriend?"

Nightmare "yes that's true"

Killer "our sweet coffee boy"

Nightmare "in fact, he's probably watching this from back home right now"

Killer *blows kiss at the camera*

Killer "Hi cappuccino! Love ya honey"

Que Ccino back home squealing and hugging a pillow to his flustered face.

"I love you both!!" he shouts at the TV screen. Then he remembers he's talking to himself and curls into a flustered ball.

Bonus: Imagen Nightmare and Killer coming home a few days early then planned. And they come into the room Ccino is in to find him wearing their clothes.

Ccino *freezes when he sees them and goes bright red*

Killer "......You wearing our clothes sugar cube?"

Ccino (quietly) "........ They smell like you...."

Nightmare *smiles* "we missed you"

<3

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[4aloysius-porteu]

Beat Saber

pairing: kaminari denki x reader

wc: 1277

genre: fluff 

You woke up from your sleep for the reason you don't know because its still dark. Your sleepy eyes looked at your phone to know the time.

It was 3:24 in the morning.

Your eyes closed again and hugged the pillow beside you in attempt to go back to sleep, but in vain. It was cold, but its not enough to lull you to slumber. You couldn't sleep, so you got up of your bed and walked out of your dorm.

You yawned as you walked in the dark halls and reached the balcony of the building. You opened the door and the frigid breeze of air greeted you, with a sky covered with faint clouds. You leaned your head in your hand and sighed. Who else would be awake at this time?

'What should I do now... I'm so bored...' You thought.

That's when an idea struck your brain. You rushed back inside to get something in your room and turned on the lights in the living room. You suddenly became so excited because you remembered the gaming console you bought yesterday night. You opened the box and squealed.

Its Beat Saber, a video game released last year and it got famous because of its gameplay and the level of coolness. The only way to describe it is that its a game where the DJ and Star Wars meet.

You assembled the cables and the parts to their ports. Almost everything was set, all was left is to you to wear the VR Glasses. You glanced to the clock once again.

"Gaming at 3:35am? Cool, but im'ma post this in IG later. " You shrugged.

You were about to wear the glasses when you heard the elevator rung and opened. It revealed your sleepy boyfriend, who was shocked in sight of you.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing at this time?" Kaminari said as he walked towards you.

"I could be asking you the same thing, you know." You replied.

"Well, I fell off on my bed and my head hurt so I can't go back to sleep anymore and I was going to apply hot compress and then I saw you."

"I woke up for no reason and I was bored so I thought of playing this video game."

"Video game? What's the name?" He asked.

You exclaimed, "Its Beat Saber!"

His eyes widened, "For real?! That's cool! Lemme see!"

"Welp, you said you're going to apply some hot compress to your head, didn't you?"

"Yeah, right."

You chuckled, "Why do you still fall off the bed?"

He replied in the kitchen, "Why do you still play video games?"

"Cus its awesome,"

"Isn't it awesome to fall off the bed too? You should try!"

"You wish!"

After a few minutes, you asked him, "Hey, how do you know the game?"

"My neighbor played it with me once. The graphics are very lit, and I always feel like a DJ every time I play it. Plus, its all over on my social media, even if its released a year ago already. "

Oh, right. Denki likes trendy things so its impossible for him not to know this VG.

You turned to him, "Wanna watch?"

"Definitely." He answered and sat on the couch.

You connected the game into the TV to allow him to watch your game. You chose your favorite song to play and pressed the start button. While waiting for the actual start, you asked him.

"Denki, is the game hard?"

"What do you think?"

"I think its easy."

"Nope, its not. Find it out yourself. Goodluck!"

You sighed and started smashing the floating tiles coming in your direction with your swords. When the song reached its middle, it gradually became faster, so the tiles came more quick, increasing the difficulty. You barely hit the tiles.

"Uwaaah, Denki, its so hard!!" You said while trying to hit all the tiles in one hit.

"I told you so! You could've started with Twinkle, Twinkle if you want it easy."

"No way! It'll be boring!"

He shrugged and continued to watch you, while you desperately try to be a Jedi to get a high score.

The song ended, with a score of 48,687.

Denki laughed at you, "Haha! That's not even in the half of my high score!"

"Don't laugh at me, I just started the game." You pouted.

"On the first time played it, I got a score of 196,458."

"Holy cow, really?!"

"Yeah, I still have the screenshot though. Here." He showed me the photo.

"You should've told me earlier so you can demo the game to me!"

"I thought you were a pro."

"I was never a pro in any game! You are!"

"Hey, now, I'm not that pro. Okay?"

"But you know how to play it quickly! Teach me!"

He sighed and made his way beside me, "If you insist..."

You started to play the song again and waited for the tiles to come. Denki moved at your back and held the both of your arms to guide you.

You blushed at the loss of words and his closeness to you.

"In this way, my quirk won't be able to interfere." He said. You let out a nervous laugh.

The tiles came Denki began to move your arms to the right direction and hit the tiles without ease. Damn, he's so good at playing these kind of games!

"Just move your arms faster and give 'em a little stretch to reach the high and low ones," He demonstrated, "Also, watch for your timing. That gets you every time."

"This is that complicated?" You asked.

"Yeah, it is but I'm not calculating anything. You know how dumb I am so I just enjoy the whole game!"

He let go of your arms to let you control the swords in the middle of the song, "Now, you try it, baby!"

As the quick tiles came, you followed the beats and sliced each of the tiles clean. Up, down, left, right and repeat. Your timing is exact on the music.

Denki snaked his arms to your hips, "That's better."

Blood rushed up to your face, "Hey, D-Denki, let go! I can't play p-properly!"

He placed his chin on your shoulder, "Nah, you can. You're secretly enjoying this anyway." He smirked.

"No, I'm not!" You defended, even if your faced looked like a tomato by now.

"Yes, you are." He leaned in and kissed your cheek.

You almost fainted in that moment, but you managed to finish the game. In the end, you got a score of 153,390.

"W-Wow, what a score..." You mumbled.

"Nice one, (Y/N)! You almost beat my score! I told you it'll be fun!"

You removed the VR Glasses and hugged him, "Uh... I-I enjoyed it b-because... you p-played with... with me..."

"You know, I'll play that VG with you all over again. And you're also cute when you get flustered." He poked your cheek.

You hid your face in his chest, "S-Shut up..."

You broke the hug when you remembered something. "Wait, Denki."

You grabbed your phone and opened the camera to take a picture. Both of you posed and smiled for it. Once its done, you instantly posted it in IG with a caption of "Gaming at 3:51am"

After that, he scooped you up in his arms again, "Aww, I'm so lucky to have a cute, gamer girlfriend like (Y/N)!"

"Well, I'm also lucky to have a handsome, goofy boyfriend like you, Denki."

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Californian Dream (Pt. 04 of 11)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Being part of one of the richest families of California doesn't mean you're happy. Your life is boring, and you're surrounded by meaningless people and their meaningless talk. Even during Summer, with the break you have from college, there's nothing good going on. Nothing but the new pool guy, Billy, the most handsome man you ever saw. You were successfully avoiding him, not wanting to act like an idiot in front of the guy until Billy accepts to be your date for a fancy gala you're forced to attend. The night was going well, even better when he sneaked you out to go to the beach. But a gang of criminals breaks into the party, kidnapping the heirs to the wealthiest families, which includes you. So, for your safety, your parents want you to stay with Billy, living in his apartment until the criminals are caught. And that could take weeks, maybe even months.

Warnings: Light violence

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Distance

In the morning, you tiptoe to the living room, but everything you find of Billy is a small note left on the kitchen table. He's at work and must be back by 5 or 6 pm. He said you can make something for lunch, and that he'll bring dinner. So, now that you're alone, you can't help but think. The names of those who died to keep playing back, and Gisele's is the one that comes louder. You feel bad for all the times you were mean to her, when you left her talking alone, storming away. But it's useless to feel this way now. It won't bring her back.

You're pacing around the living room, the news channel on, as they repeat the same things over and over. When you put both hands on your head, out of desperation, you feel as Billy's shirt lifts a little, exposing your thighs. And you realize you'll need clothes. And all your personal stuff. “Ame.” You mutter, going to the phone and calling home. As usual, it's Amelia who answers, and she squeals, happy to know you're fine. After telling her everything that happened and where you'll be staying, you start giving the instructions. Well, she's the one to point out what you'll need and how to cover up who you are.

The goal is to remain hidden, but you won't be stuck inside the apartment. So you need to look different, and for that, Amelia advises you to buy new clothes, normal clothes, instead of using the ones you have. And she kindly offers to buy everything you'll need and bring them over later today. She'll also bring all of your personal stuff. And money. Amelia tells you to keep some money with you, in case you need it. You're not sure what for, but you agree.

She gets here after lunch, with three huge pieces of baggage, and she helps you drag them to Billy's bedroom. Then, after you change out of Billy's shirt, she shows off the last part of her plan. Amelia wants to dye your hair and cut off a few inches. You don't think it's necessary, but she's worried about the situation, and for the sake of the woman who raised you, you let her do it. Once she's done, she helps you clean the bathroom before leaving, giving you a tight hug and asking you to keep in touch and be careful.

Then the rest of the day is pretty boring. You do give some trips to the bathroom, just to check the hair. It's nice having your natural color back, but you never thought it would be in these circumstances.

You're watching the news again, seating on the couch, when the door opens. Turning your head, you give Billy a small smile. When his eyes find you, he furrows his eyebrows. It takes a while for you to understand why the confused expression.

“Oh! It was Amelia.” Quickly, you explain, standing on your feet and noticing the pizza he brought. “I called her and she helped me get some stuff done and well...” You gesture at your hair. “I've been bleaching it since Elementary school so I bet nobody will recognize me now. Amelia is probably the only one who remembers my natural color but... This is it.” You're speaking too much, and maybe a little too fast, but you're not sure why. “What do you think?”

He squints his eyes, moving to put the pizza on the table. “I think you're already planning on going out.” Well, obviously. He can't possibly expect you to stay locked up in here.

“I was talking about the hair, but ok.” Shrugging your shoulders, you gesture at the pizza. “Can I eat it?”

“Yeah. I'll take a shower.”

“I'll wait for you then.”

“Alright.” Billy stands there for a few seconds, awkwardly, before walking to the bedroom. “The hair is good, by the way.”

“Thanks.” You mutter, smiling a little.

“(Y/N)!” He calls out suddenly, startling you. “Why is there a bag full of money on my bed?”

“Oh!” Rushing to his bedroom, you find a very confused Billy. You left the dark blue bag on the edge of the bed, and you completely forgot about it. “Amelia said I should have money with me, just in case I need it.” Running a hand through your hair, you sigh. “But, uhm, if you need or want to buy something, you can, I mean... It's fifty-seven thousand dollars.” Reaching out inside that bag, you take one of the many piles. “Every pile has one thousand... So if I fall and break a bone you can use it to pay the hospital.

“Break a bone? Should I worry about that?”

“Just trying to light up the mood.” Giggling, you glance at him. “I won't jump from the window or anything. And those are my things.” You gesture, at the pieces of luggage. “Amelia got me new clothes. Normal clothes, not the expensive ones my mother makes me buy.”

“Amelia has everything figured out.”

“She does... I'll let you do your stuff.” Nodding to yourself, you walk away. You can't help but feel a little weird with all this, and the sensation of being nothing but a bother to Billy is starting to kick in.

You patiently wait for him, watching the news again. And the content of the tape was finally made known. And it's not good. Everyone was expecting a normal rescue. They'd say how much they want, get paid, and let the kids go. But apparently, that's not how it'll be.

“(Y/N).” The mention of your name startles you, your heart skipping a beat, and that's when you notice how focused you were. “Everything alright?”

“No.” You breathe out as Billy turns the TV off. “They have thirteen kids, right? It means they want thirteen parts. They'll let the media know how much, and when they get paid, they'll release one. Whoever they want. It doesn't mean that the Whaylands will get James out if they pay up.”

“These guys know what they're doing.” Billy looks down, thoughtful. “This will create chaos between the families.”

“Yeah... I'm even glad I'm stuck here because I wouldn't want to be anywhere near that mess.” Standing from the couch, you move to the kitchen table. “Can I?”

“Sure.”

Drumming your fingers on the table, you sit down, thinking about everyone they got. Alice, James, Daniel. Melissa, Candace. Michael, Antony, and Ryan. There are more... But you can't remember. Where are they now? Are they hungry? Are they being treated nicely? You doubt it. By the violence those men showed, they're not being nice. It could've been you, who knows where now, maybe starving, terrified... They're not your friends. They're just people you know, but still, you want them all back, alive and well. You want to hug them, to talk to them again, even if it means being part of their superficial conversations. You just want to have the chance to.

“Hey,” Billy calls, and you snap out of your thoughts, noticing you were biting your lip too harshly. “You ok?”

“Yeah.” Muttering, you take a slice of pizza, taking a bite.

“What did you have for lunch?” The question comes in a careful tone. Low and steady. He knows what you're thinking about.

But you can't answer it. It only hits you now that you haven't eaten anything all day, and the pain in your stomach is only surrendering because you're eating now. So you clear your throat, giving Billy a look. “Uhm... I haven't.”

“What?” He puts his slice down, a serious face on. “Couldn't you find anything you like?”

“That's not it I... I was watching the news all day and the police did next to nothing.” Gesturing at the TV, you sigh. “And I just can't understand how those big ass vans just disappeared into the night. It's just... One of the three people who were in the hospital died. Five of those working in the kitchens died in the explosion. They found the bodies today, and I just... I just wasn't hungry...” Maybe you should just say the last part. Billy doesn't need to know how desperate you feel.

“(Y/N), you gotta eat. What would your father say if he knew–”

“Billy, I need you to stop thinking about my father.” Cutting him off, you push some of your hair back, out of your face. He has to stop doing that. You don't want to be a job, you don't want him to see you as someone he has to look after. “What? Do you think I'll give him daily reports on my routine?” Making a pause, you take another bite, now a little annoyed. When you swallow it down, you stare at Billy again. “Day one. I woke up in Billy's bed, wearing one of his shirts. He left a cute note. I spent the whole day watching the news, freaking out a little, crying a little. Them Billy came back and brought me pizza.” You make sure to sound as annoyed as you feel. “Day two...”

“Maybe you should do that.” He says, those blue eyes locked on yours. Why is he staring at you like that, so intensely? Is he doing that thing again, trying to understand you? Because he always succeeds.

“Maybe you're crazy.” Shaking your head, you focus on the pizza again, silently finishing your slice. It might be so weird for him. Billy doesn't bring girls here, and here you are, invading his private life, stealing his bed. “The bed is yours today.”

“Alright.”

“Yeah...” As you take a second slice, you remember the gala. From the moment he picked you up until right before the explosion. It was easy talking to Billy, you didn't have to think before speaking. It was... Good. Effortless. You couldn't stop smiling, and you did wish you could hang out with him more. You felt free from all the rules and regulations, finally able to be someone genuine. Not the fake version you present to people.

But now... It's weird, uncomfortable. You did expect it to change as the days go by, but it didn't.

You started to count, obviously. Day three, day four... And it only got worse, if that's even possible. He always brings something to dinner, and you eat silently on the kitchen table, only to sit on the couch for a while, as far from the other as possible, and watch TV in silence. It's like two strangers sharing a roof, and you slowly give up the idea of this being something good. It isn't. Billy doesn't want you here, that's pretty clear. And it got even more obvious after the weekend. You told him he could go out if he wanted to, but he didn't. And it was just the same. Few words were spoken, a cold distance kept. He's like someone else entirely, not the same Billy from the beach.

And on the eighth day, you had enough. So you wait for Billy to go to bed, since it's his turn, and wait an hour before tiptoeing to the phone. Amelia is the only one you can talk to, whose advice you trust. So you call the private line she keeps in her bedroom, nervously biting your lip as you wait for her to pick up.

“Hello. Who's this?”

“Ame. It's me.” You whisper, giving the hall a look before turning around, leaning against the wall. “I'm sorry to call so late but I needed to talk.”

“Of course, honey. You know you can call me whenever you need.” When you were at the house, you used to bug her even late at night when you needed help, or just to rant about something. She was always there. “What's going on?”

“Uhm... Ame, this... This isn't working. Living with Billy is... Complicated.”

“Why?” You hear something in the back, maybe a glass being put down. “I remember you were getting along just fine since the day he saved you from drowning.” She giggles. “I saw you going around with him, laughing and chatting.”

Sighing, you shake your head a little. It was different back then. You don't know how, but you know it was. “Yeah, but he just... It just...” Damn it. Of all people you know, if you had to pick someone to do this, as crazy and insane as it is, you'd pick Billy. In any other house, those mansions, you'd have to act on your best behavior, participate in those formal rites for every meal, be always polite and kind. Here, you thought it would be better. You thought you'd have fun, as you used to on those days, with funny comments and quick remarks. Now... You don't know. “Billy doesn't want me here.” You burst out, keeping your voice low.

“Why do you think that?”

“He's just... Distant. Cold.” Why does it bother you so much? The Billy you met before was the one treating you as his boss. One of the owners of one of the houses he works on. What did you think? That he'd keep the act? “I'm an inconvenience. He's just doing that because my father will pay him in the end and no, I have no idea why it bothers me so much, but I just... I thought it'd at least be nice, but it isn't so...”

“(Y/N), Billy is a guy. I'm sure he's just making sure you don't feel uncomfortable.” She speaks slow, and you start bouncing your leg nervously.

“Amelia, I don't want him to fall in love with me, ok? I just thought we'd become friends or something like that.” The words come out fast, and you're a little pissed. “Billy doesn't want me here.” You repeat.

“Why does it bother you so much?”

“Because I had a nice time with him.” You burst out, throwing your free hand in the air. “He's so different from the idiots I'm surrounded by. I don't have to fake it, I can just say the stupid things that come to my head and I never had anyone I could be myself with. And God, I was so stupid to think this would be fun, or...” Taking a deep breath, your voice fades as you collect your thoughts. Moving from the wall, you start pacing around. “I'll just look for some apartment to rent, Ame. I don't want to be–” The sentence is cut short when you see a figure standing by the end of the table. Your eyes go wide, a hand on your heart as you recognize Billy, arms crossed, his eyes on you. “Ame, I'll have to go. Talk to you tomorrow?”

“Alright, honey. Try talking to Billy before making any decisions.”

“Ok. Good night.” You mumble before hanging up. Swallowing hard, you step back, leaning against the countertop. “Did you... Hear anything?” That's a stupid question, of course he did. He wouldn't be looking so pissed if he didn't. But it doesn't matter. This gotta be over soon, so you both will feel better.

“From the very beginning.” He says, tilting his head at the phone. “Heard you talking to someone and decided to check.”

“Ok.” Nodding to yourself, you look down at your feet. “I was thinking and I believe it will better if I look for some place I can rent around here. But don't worry, I won't tell my father so you'll still be paid.” As you speak, you make your way back to the couch, but Billy grabs your arm, forcing you to stop.

“So you think I don't want you here,” Billy mutters, his face lit up by the bluish light coming from the TV. He's gorgeous, so gorgeous that it's hard to say something to his face.

“That's crystal clear, Billy.” Giving your arm a pull, he let it go. “You said it yourself, you don't bring girls to your place and you were forced into having me here and I totally get that you don't like it.” Turning your back at him, you sit on the couch, eyes on the TV, but not paying any attention.

“You got it wrong.”

“I don't think so.”

“I just...” He makes a pause, so long it makes you look up at him. “I'm trying to give you some space.”

“Well, you gave me so much space it actually feels like I'm living alone.” Angrily, you move to lie down, fixing the blanket on your legs. “It'll better if I just move out.”

“Listen, I know you don't like this place.” Billy turns the TV off, and if it wasn't for the dim light coming from the street, you'd be in complete darkness. “It's tiny, your bedroom is bigger than this apartment.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“Remember when the railing of your balcony was broken by a storm? I fixed it.”

You remember it. There was a huge summer storm, and a branch was ripped from a nearby tree, knocking down half of your railing. When you came back home on the next day, it was fixed. But you'd never guess it was Billy. “Thanks.”

“You don't have to thank me for doing my job.”

“Goddamn it, Billy.” Kicking the blankets away, you stand up. “Stop treating me like some rich chick! Stop putting words in my mouth and stop saying I can't thank you for doing something!” You're yelling, despite the late hour. The neighbors won't like it. “You never asked me what I think about your place so you can't possibly know if I like it or not. And yes, thank you for fixing my railing, thank you for keeping my pool clean, for cleaning the leaves, for... Hell, for sheltering me! But it's getting tiring. I thought you'd treat me like a normal girl like you did on the beach, but I get it now that it was just an act so I'll just leave.” That said, you're already in motion, not sure why. But you're unlocking the door and storming out, furious, easily finding the stairs and rushing down.

“(Y/N)!” Ignoring Billy, you don't stop, wiping some tears that escaped when you push the building doors open, the fresh night air making your breath in deeply.

You're overwhelmed. There's nothing new about the kidnappings. The criminals asked two million dollars for the first kid, but that was it. The police can't seem to get any closer to finding them, and the same goes to the many private investigators on the case. And the only good thing that came out of this shit, being with the only person on Earth with who you felt like you could be yourself, backfired. You feel stupid, deceived. Walking down the sidewalk, you roll your eyes when you hear the building doors banging, quickening your pace.

“(Y/N).”

“You wanted to give me space. Then give me some freaking space.” Your voice is cracking, which only makes you feel more like an idiot.

“Alright. I'm sorry, ok?” He raises his voice, and soon enough he's grabbing your arm. But you push him away until he let it go. “I shouldn't assume you would turn out to be like the other girls. You're not like any of the rich kids I met.”

“You don't have to do it now. You made everything very clear.”

“Would you listen?” Billy furrows his eyebrows, stepping back, a hand on his head. “I have this habit of expecting the worse, it always kept me from being caught with the guard down. But I'll admit I was wrong about you.” Avoiding his gaze, you pace around, not sure if you want to believe it. “I had a nice time with you too. That was the worst party I've ever been to, but it was good to know there's someone from their world who isn't completely rotten on the inside.”

You don't know why but the insult makes you giggle. But it's only because he's right. The fact that they're being held hostage doesn't change how some of those people are mean and rude. Their situation doesn't change who they are. And, being born into what Billy called ‘their world’, made you see the worst side of everyone. Money corrupts weak minds, you've seen it. The more they have, the more they want.

“Fine then...” Finally turning to face him, you sigh. “What now?”

Billy reaches out his hand, and you look at it, not moving yet. “First, let's get inside. You're in pajamas in the middle of the sidewalk.”

That makes you laugh, looking down and taking in the leggings and the baggy shirt you're wearing which leaves one of your shoulders exposed. “My mother would literally squeal if she saw me now.”

“She doesn't have to know.” That makes you smile even more, and you feel like you just got a glimpse of the Billy you were with at the beach. So you take his hand, breathing in, and letting him guide you back inside.

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@multific @dontxfearxthereaper @nope-thanks @nikkixostan @shinydixon @clockworkballerina @infinitelycharmed23

[fleckcmscott]

To Have and To Hold

Summary: Y/N makes an oversight at work. The resulting extra hours with Arthur delight them both.

Warnings: Swearing, Smut

Words: 4,272

A/N: This story had been kicking around in my head for about two months, but I hadn’t been sure if I was going to write it. Then I read @sweet-nothings04‘s amazing Hand-in-Hand (which you all need to check out, if you haven’t), and knew I had to put it on paper. Thanks to her for the inspiration to finally develop this, and for the title, too!

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open! 

Perhaps it was the sunshine that stirred her. Or the horns of traffic on congested streets. The hammering of a distant construction site. The chatter and occasional yelling of passersby.  The hum of Gotham awakening.

Y/N blinked in confusion - how could it be so bright this early? - and squinted at the clock at Arthur's side of the bed. No numbers greeted her, just its blank, plastic display. Stretching, she reached to her left for her watch, in its spot by the beige rotary phone on the nightstand.

"Shit!"

Nearly knocking over her glass of water, she clambered off the mattress. Arthur had warned her the lights could go off in his apartment. Not often and not for long. But enough to annoy. Naturally, his building's shoddy electricity had to mess with the alarm today. When she'd stayed up too late. When he'd had to leave ahead of her to commute to the other end of the city for a rare winter gig. When her body had chosen to oversleep in the coziness of his blankets.

Her nylons had never been yanked on with such haste. Arthur had made coffee but she skipped it in favor of brushing her teeth. Pausing on her way out, she took a calcium supplement and grabbed a note from the counter. She read it while riding the wood-paneled, graffiti covered elevator: "Your presentashin will be great. You snored a lot. Good thing your cute. - Arthur." He always signed his name. As though she wouldn't recognize his scrawl. As if anyone else wrote her sweet, sassy missives. She grinned until she hopped on the for-once punctual subway.

The presentation he'd referred to was set for that afternoon. She was expected to discuss the evidence and court file for this week's contested hearing. Last night, she'd sat at Arthur's breakfast bar to compile the case's final details and finish prep sheets. Gently, she'd rebuffed his subtle advances. His attempts to draw her attention from work to him.

Excitement had been palpable as he'd hovered near her. She was fairly certain she knew the cause because it enthused her as well. In three and a half short weeks, he'd be moving in with her. They'd officially begin traversing whatever the future held for them together. Hesitation had been clear in his posture, his drawn shoulders when (after plenty of convincing on her part that yes, she really, really, wanted him) he'd finally accepted the key to her place. But since he'd added it to his own keyring, he'd brightened. Strode a little taller. Walked a little prouder. Touched a little bolder. As though the weight he carried had lessened, at least by a couple cinder blocks' worth.

At his slight pout, she'd decided to find a way to involve him. He'd perched on the stool next to her, rested his cigarette in the pink ashtray to the left, and taken the proffered exhibit stickers with a quirked brow. Y/N had handed him papers, which he'd added labels to for her to write on. Then she'd stacked them in four different piles according to type. It had taken longer than usual - she was faster alone. But the intimacy of sharing the professional elements of her life with Arthur (besides the office wear he liked, claiming it showed how "smart" and "pretty" she was) had tightened her chest. And the curved-up corner of his thin lips had reflected how pleased he was, too.

They hadn't been able to collaborate on everything, however. It was past midnight by the time she'd joined Arthur, who had retreated to the bedroom an hour or so earlier. He'd been sitting against the headboard, half under the cover. The harsh blue light emanating from the old black and white TV at the foot of the bed had sharpened his features. Deepened the set of his eyes. He'd stubbed out his smoke as she closed the door. "I taped The Honeymoon Game. We can watch it when you're here again." A beat. "If you're not busy."

"This is supposed to be my last big project for a month or so." Sighing, she'd gotten her nightgown from her overnight bag. "I didn't mean for it to take all evening." She climbed in next to him and threw her arm across his lap. "I'm sorry."

He'd been stiff. Unyielding. The telltale signs he was miffed or upset. But he'd twined her hair around his finger, let his touch fall to her brow bone. "It's okay," he'd said lowly, adjusting to lie alongside her. "I don't want to be... I'm not being fair."

"You don't have to pretend with me, Arthur. It's all right to be annoyed." Tiredness had pulled at her as she'd fought to watch the rest of Gotham Tomorrow Tonight. The contact of his socked toes to her bare ones had made her smile, though, and she'd nuzzled his bicep. "I missed you," she'd mumbled, then promptly passed out.

The squeal of wheels on metal tracks prompted her to sling her canvas tote onto her shoulder. Shaw & Associates was a short sprint from the nearest station. She was certain she looked ridiculous, running down the street in her high heels. But she managed to slip into the office with two minutes to spare. Once she poured herself a cup of joe and straightened her blazer, she settled in her cushioned chair to get started.

It was only when Matt told her he wanted to meet before lunch that she'd rummaged in her bag. And realized she'd neglected to bring the file. Recalled it was sitting on Arthur's kitchen counter.

Fuck.

Her nails tapped the wood surface of her desk. Excusing herself to the bathroom so she could go retrieve it wouldn't fly. Matt would send a search party. She could try to discuss everything from memory, tell him documents were still being gathered. But he wasn't that oblivious. She settled on owning her error. "It's at home." Her delivery was nonchalant.

He waited until she'd loaded her typewriter with paper, then responded wryly. "You're not supposed to take files home anymore. Remember what happened last time?"

She leaned back as he stepped in front of her. "There was the slew of family cases that came in. With Patricia on leave, I'm handling all our calls and mail. Not to mention paperwork on her filings. It wouldn't have gotten finished if I hadn't taken it." Snorting, she shook her head at herself. Heat bloomed in her neck. "Not that it matters when I don't have it."

Expression softening, Matt stuck his hands in his pockets and jutted his chin at her. "How long did you work on it?"

It was hard to discern if he actually cared about the hours she put in. Or if he merely wanted to gauge the possibility of her doing investigations off the books again, something he'd explicitly prohibited. "I don't know." She waved dismissively. "Three or four hours?"

He let out a huff. "You put in enough time already. Go home at noon. We'll get to it first thing tomorrow."

"I have a lot to do." Her eyes widened at the myriad piles of folders laying around. "And I can't imagine you playing operator."

"I've managed when you've both been in court or at appointments. Besides," he continued as he headed back to his office. "You never take days off."

Straightening, she wheeled her chair to watch him plop down on his leather seat. "I'm taking three days next month," she countered.

His glare contained an unequal mix of mirth and consternation. "Y/N?"

The phone started ringing. She succeeded in making one ear ignore it. "Yes?"

"I know you haven't forgiven me for that whole Renew Corp. thing." She flinched at the casual mention of the company she loathed. Of her failure. But she forced herself to listen. Matt picked up a pen and started writing. “Rather than being stubborn, try saying, 'You're right.'"

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Y/N stood in front of the narrow, white stove, stirring the soup she'd thrown together using bouillon, carrots, onions, and pasta. Ingredients she'd found in Arthur's kitchen. Music poured, at a respectable volume, from the radio on the windowsill. Swaying out-of-time, she added a sprinkling of black pepper, one of the only three spices he had (along with powdered garlic and salt). Wearing a content smirk, she sampled the steaming broth.

When she'd left the office, she'd been frustrated at herself. Yes, she was human. Everyone made mistakes. But she wasn't the forgetful type. Particularly if someone was depending on her. However, as she'd stopped in Burnley for another change of clothes, hopped on the train to Otisburg, and pictured Arthur's reaction to finding her in his home instead of having to call to wish her sweet dreams, her disposition had improved. Not only would he have her for an extra night. He'd get a late lunch, too.

The click of the deadbolt and clank of his keys on the entrance table came the second she turned off the stove. She listened to his heavy exhale as his bag dropped to the floor and shut the door. In her peripheral vision he froze, then approached tentatively. She reveled in his delicate hold on the dip of her waist, the peck he planted on her cheek. The smell of greasepaint wafted to her nose. "I hoped I hadn't made this up," he sighed with what sounded like relief. "But your meeting."

She angled herself towards him, gaze roving over his red and blue plaid blazer. The painted-on smile. His irresistible brown curls, mostly flattened by the wig he'd worn. Fidgeting with the petals of the squirting flower on his lapel, she scrunched up her face. "This morning went to shit." She explained the power outage, the clock, her own stupidity at leaving the file in his apartment. "I've packed it. Don't worry."

His posture grew pensive. "Sorry. Maybe- Maybe we should have stayed at your place. Your building's better."

Him thinking her error was somehow his fault had to be nipped in the bud. "No," she said. "You asked to make more memories here before we move in together. I'm happy to do that."

He paused, long enough she could have sworn she'd heard the gears in his head grinding. "Are you in trouble?"

Not unexpectedly, he had put together her mistake and her early dismissal from work and assumed the worst. "If I wasn't fired for trying to stop the Waynes, it's going to take more than an oversight to get me thrown out on my ass." Her brow furrowed. She sneaked a hand under his jacket and placed her palm on his chest. "I just hate that I wasted last night for nothing."

Soft lips, slightly sticky with red paint, grazed her temple. "It's okay," he said. "You're here now. And I got to help you."

The balm of his kindness loosened her rigid stance. His zeal to assist her, to ask questions, to learn about every aspect of her branded her heart completely. She leaned into him, kissed the squishy fold of skin under his chin, and nudged his ribs. "Food's ready. Go change. I want to hear all about your day."

Arthur emerged from the bathroom within minutes, clad in his worn, blue house pants and toweling his hair. Dimples were on constant display while they ate. The glint in his eyes was the one he usually had if his act or a job had gone particularly well, if he was pleased with himself. Was the one starting to be an almost weekly occurrence. Was the one that made his green eyes sparkle and caused her stomach to flip. He inched closer to her with every sentence.

The kids at the new children’s medical center had liked Carnival, he said. They hadn’t minded that he’d "filled in" for Gary. The magic tricks had all gone without a hitch, and the clinic had provided the balloons, which was a savings. The nurses and doctors had been nice; they’d even asked for his card. He’d had to provide a slip of paper with his address and telephone number instead. But he was sure he’d be invited to perform again. And he asked Y/N for help writing Gary a thank you note for the referral, claiming, “You’re better at that than me.”

“You’re the one who journals every day.” Her bowl and spoon clattered in the sink. “And your letter to me was beautiful. Just let me proofread it.”

Soon they were reclined on the sofa, sharing the flat pillow he’d used when he’d had no choice but to sleep there. The tape he’d recorded yesterday was playing. The Honeymoon Game had been a casual watch before, he’d explained. Not a nightly ritual like Murray. Given that he had a girlfriend and was a boyfriend himself, it had become fun to view.

She was only half-focused on the TV’s talking heads. Her mind was drifting to moving day, which filled her with gladness. She examined the plaid walls, the white cream color ceiling, the knick-knacks strewn about in the glow of the setting sun. The lantern with an owl hanging in the corner; the green, plastic drawers by the television; the curio cabinet... They were all a part of 8J, but assuredly not a part of him. How much would he be bringing with him, she wondered. And what would he be leaving behind?

“With one sugar and a shot of milk.” Arthur’s lively voice broke through her contemplation. Ah. He was reacting to the questions posed to the contestants, and making the answers about her, as he was wont to do.

She nestled back into the pleasant warmth of his firm frame. “Three sugars,” she replied, confirming she knew how he took his coffee. They continued to play along, with him showing off everything he’d memorized about her, and her replying with what she’d gathered about him.

Eventually, he shifted behind her. Raised himself on his elbow. “How did you know you loved me?”

Her hum was soft. Short. Possible responses were multitude. She’d suspected she could fall for him early on. When he’d wanted to repay her for doing what anyone should have done on the subway. And the first time he’d had the courage to call her after they’d split a slice of pie, his slight stammer revealing his nervousness. Maybe she’d say it was how slowly he’d drunken his wine during dinner, initially squinting as he sipped, his inexperience with alcohol obvious.

But she chose to go with what she believed was truest. What she assumed he’d hear most keenly. “Before we slept together, I hadn’t been with anyone for four years. And even then, it was different.” His hand splayed on her abdomen, thumb dragging along the waistband of her green leggings. A delightful ache flared in her center. “When I woke up, I felt perfect.”

“You felt like you were perfect?”

“No, silly,” she laughed, batting his forearm. “I knew I hadn't made a mistake. I reached out to your side, first thing - I’d thought of it that way, even then.” At the sensation of his hardening shaft against her rear, she giggled. “You’d made me so happy. You always do. I wanted to you to bed me again.”

The round tip of his nose skimmed her cheek, and she shivered at the dip of his fingers into her panties. “I want to again,” he rasped, paraphrasing her. The grind of his length was making her light-headed, and she twisted her torso to look at him. “I’ve been thinking about it.” Cheekbones glowing, he averted his eyes. “Ever since I woke up.”

“My monthly started,” she said regretfully. His descent halted, and a groan of frustration left him as he lowered his forehead to her shoulder. She mused. While he was becoming more apt to say what he desired, it happened rarely. But she loved it and didn’t want to discourage him from letting himself be assertive. Would he be offended by her suggestion? “I freshened up before we laid down. I have a tampon in. There are other things we can do.” She pressed her lips together, hoping she didn’t sound presumptuous. “If you’re comforta-“

“I’m comfortable.” His mouth quickly claimed hers, opening on a sigh. The tip of his tongue laved at the seam of her lips, and his messy enthusiasm made her whimper. Leaving a scorching trail in its wake, his hand traversed to her upper leg, gliding over the crease where her thigh and vulva met.

Shallow breaths caressed the nape of her neck, stoking the heat threatening to consume her. But the studio audience blaring from the television’s mono-speaker kept wresting her out of her haze. She snatched the VCR remote from the coffee table and hit the pause button.

The tease of his fingertips at her dark curls caused the peaks of her breasts to stiffen. She gasped as the rough fabric of her sweater dragged along them. His fore- and ring fingers spread her outer lips and she shuddered. The leisureliness of his fondling didn’t detract from its intoxicating effect.

Though it was a tad rough. “You’re kinda dry. Hold on.” Swiftly, he brought his hand to his mouth and wet his fingertips. Y/N blinked at him. It was clear he thought nothing of it, which shouldn’t have been a surprise, considering he’d confided he liked going down on her. Still. Seeing this normally reserved man improvise so he could pleasure her made her center throb with need.

Y/N was doing her damnedest to get her leggings and underwear down. Arthur snorted at her spirited, failed attempt at kicking them away. “It’s okay,” he chuckled, pushing them off her ankles with his foot. Then his touch fluttered at her swollen folds. She arched into him, already feeling as though she would burst. Bent at the knee, her leg lifted until her foot was flat on the couch cushion, allowing him easier access. He took advantage, sweeping forward and back along the rigid line of her engorged clitoral hood. She rolled towards him subtly, her moans getting louder with each tap to her sensitive nub.

Still holding himself up, he cradled her head. "Your sounds make me crazy," he said lowly. Once his hips started following hers, faintly rutting against the flesh of her backside, she closed her eyes. Hurriedly, she reached behind her to yank at his pajamas. "What?" he asked.

"I want to feel you," she whispered. There was a huff and some fumbling. And moments later his cock was settled at the cleft of her bottom. She bit her lip, savoring the weight of him. God, he felt wonderful.

His fingertips whispered over her clit, daring to follow the edge of her inner labia. She heard him gulp. "How does it feel when we're together? When- When I'm in you?"

"Warm. Full. Like you belong there," she replied with a smile. That last part of her response must have been unexpected, given that his grazes ceased and he trembled. "Don't stop," she whined, placing her hand on his. "Please, Arthur. You know just how to touch me."

Groaning, he started anew, deftly swiping quicker and quicker. The undulations of her pelvis hastened unevenly, begging both for release and for their coupling to last forever. She ran her palm up her torso, kneading her breast and plucking at her nipple. He nuzzled at her ear, grunting low in the back of his throat. Winding her fingers into his loose waves, she tugged lightly. Her belly twitched. Her whole frame tingled.

His skillful touch. The love they had for one another. The noises he was making in the crook of her shoulder. They all combined to throw her over the edge, and a wave of pleasure crashed through her. She cried his name brokenly, feeling empty without him inside her. But he kept holding her, guiding her through the crests of her climax. She was gasping, struggling to suck in air. Surely, she thought, he could detect the thundering of her heart against her ribs.

Gradually, the quivering grip she had on his locks eased. The kisses he planted on her neck were open-mouthed, desperate. And he hadn't halted the ardent movements of his hips. Y/N turned onto her other side. Gazing at him, she raked his curls out of his face, caressed his cheekbone with her knuckles. His look was hungry, darkened with need. The creases between his brows deepened as her hand trailed through the sparse dusting of hair on his chest.

There was a youthful charm to this situation, she considered. To them craving each other but not completely joining. It reminded her of being a teenager. When she'd been curious and horny, but nervous and not quite ready to go "all the way" with her ex. Being with Arthur allowed her to do all that again. To relive those experiences, to explore and make discoveries with him. To fall further in love with him daily.

She tenderly pecked the freckles at the top of his sternum, nestled against the notch above his clavicle. "I'm lucky to have you."

He didn't miss a beat, even as she trailed past the ticklish spots on his flank. "I'm luckier."

"I disagree." She outlined the slender muscles of his stomach, the v-lines leading to his cock. Played with the springy, brown curls at the base of him. "Without you, I'd only have my work. Which was enough before. But not now." After a moment, she concluded she was being sappy. She had to change it up. "And I wouldn't be having the best sex of my life."

Clearly flustered, he muffled his laugh. "Really?" His blush was prominent, his grin ecstatic.

"Really." Groans short and sudden, he rocked into her touch when she encircled his ample girth. Her fingers danced along his shaft, marveling at the contrast of his velvety skin with how hard he was. Pumping up and down, she tugged at him, trying to match the speed of his thrusts. He nudged his nose to hers, gazing at her before his hooded eyes flitted to watch what she was doing. Then she looked, too.

The sight of him fucking into her hand made her dizzy with want, even though he'd just gotten her off. The crimson, swollen head glistened, slick beading generously at the tip. Y/N licked her lips and spread it around him with the pad of her thumb. Moaning sharply, he bucked harder. Her motions quickened, flicking repeatedly at the notch on the underside.

Demand was implicit in the grasp he had on her upper arm. And it strengthened as his hips' stuttered, becoming unpredictable. Ragged pants hit her face. "I'm- I'm gonna make a mess.”

"It's all right," she soothed. Keeping ahold of him, she lay on her back. He followed and settled on top of her. Whimpering her name, he rubbed himself against her labia. But she gently pushed him onto his knees and continued palming him, her fingers teasing the ridge on his erection. It wouldn't take long to make him come. She could see it in the clench of his jaw, the tightening cords in his neck, his abrupt, needy cries...

Plunging forward, he held himself in place, grunting, clutching her urgently. His release hit her abdomen, warm and wet, and she gasped, her body curving up towards him. The feel of him spilling onto her couldn't completely distract her, though. Not from the beauty of his parted lips. Not from the relief that gradually spread across his features. Not from the slackening of his muscles as tension ebbed.

Sweat had gathered on his forehead. A droplet ran from the end of a dark brow to his jawline. Then he kissed her, his mouth groping at hers. "I love you," he said. He gave her one last peck and sat up on his knees. Holding onto the arm of the sofa, he retrieved her underwear from the floor and wiped her belly off. "That was fun." He tucked his chin bashfully.

"I concur." She entwined their hands and sat, then stretched as she pushed herself to stand and walk to the bathroom. The washcloth he'd designated as hers hung on the hook by the towels. She cleaned herself, listening as Arthur started the show again.

A new round of questions was just beginning. "When you and your spouse first met," the host started, "what was your first impression?"

Arthur's answer was instant. "Nice."

Y/N said the first thing that came to mind. "Handsome."

She popped her head out of the room to find him leaning on the entrance of the short corridor, beaming at her with hitched giggles. He was probably waiting for his turn to clean up. Like he normally did. But she couldn't stop herself from staring at him. Loving eyes met hers and his brows lifted expectantly. "Yes?"

Smiling, she wrung out the washcloth and put it back in its place. She stepped to him with a smile and smoothed his hair back. The rush of happiness in her soul, one she wasn't even sure she had, enamored her. Not only at what they'd shared on his old, scratchy sofa. But at Arthur being Arthur. At knowing soon she'd get to sleep next to him every night. Build a life with him, one she hadn't dreamed of even six months ago. Nothing she could say seemed adequate. So she went with a kind gesture, one she knew he'd appreciate. "I'll make us some decaf. And I love you, too."

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[haileybeehappy]

Shawn Mendes - Sweet

warnings. none really. fluff I guess? oh stalking.

word count. 1.6k

summary. You and shawn are close friends and you are kinda new in the music business.

HOLY FUCK HES HOT

anyways. enjoy.

 You had been in the music business for a couple years. You just dropped your second album and were getting to do a small promo tour thing. You're doing some shows in California, Texas, Florida and New York. Spending a few days in each state doing a few shows and interviews. 

One of your free days in New York was the same day as Shawn's concert. He was one of your close friends. You met at a big after party for some award show. You weren't nominated for anything but you did perform. Since then you two were best friends…. with benefits. When your paths crossed and the time was right the two of you would interact. 

So now you were backstage at his show standing next the famous Camila Cabello. The show had just ended and shawn was wandering around the tunnels of backstage still on his performance high. When Shawn came into view Camila basically attacked him. She jumped on him and wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. 

He loved on her for a while and when they separated and he saw you he immediate ran to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

"What in the world are you doing here?" You had your arms gripped on his neck. With how little time you two spend together when you do get together you never let go it seems like. 

"I had some free time between performances and interviews so I decided to come see my best friend give the concert of a lifetime," you smile. He nods and grabs your hand. 

"I'm so glad you did. I wish you had told me, I would have made you come out there and sing with me," He laughed. You shook your head. 

"No way, I'm way too tired. The traveling is really taking it out of me," Shawn, you and most of his team had made it out behind the building heading towards the cars taking them to the hotel. You Shawn and Camila piled into one of the SUV's. 

"Maybe you're just not made for the road," Camilla says. It offends you slightly but you brush it off. 

"You know that's not it Mila. Everyone had trouble their first time on the road. Hell I have trouble everytime I head out. It's only expected. Are you saying I'm not made for the road? Or you? Because if I remember right you had a really rough time your first tour?" She just kind of rolls her eyes and huffs. 

"Whatever. I guess," Camilla stares out the window as the car travels the 45 minute ride to the hotel. An hour with the traffic. While you and Shawn caught up on each others lives. 

"So I had to fucking eat cows tounge. COWS TOUNGE!" you groan. He just throws his head back and laughs. clapping his hands together lightly. 

"Oh that's amazing, was it chewy?" He asks just to get on your nerves. 

"Yes! I hate him. So much. He knew I would never answer that question. Like FUCK YOU JAMES!" You scream into the ceiling. 

"You poor thing. You could have answered the question," 

"Yeah, and have Andrew and your fangirls kill me? No thank you," you sigh. You now have your head rested on his shoulder. The time had come that you get out of the car. The hotel was surrounded by fans. The three of you exited the vehicle and made your way inside the building. Shawn stopping every few feet to grab something from a fan or take a picture. 

"Y/N!" you turn to where your name was screamed. The voice sounding very familiar. You turn and see your 'biggest fan' it was a guy who had been stalking you since you made it big. You grabbed onto Shawn's arm and clung to him. 

"What's up sweet?" You nudged your head in his direction. He looked up and made eye contact him. hr wrapped his arm around you, grabbed Camila's hand and pulled the two of you into the building. Be pointed the man out to security. You were a little shaken up because he followed you all the way from L.A. "You okay?" He had his hands on your shoulders. Rubbing your arms from shoulder to elbow. You shake your head. 

"He followed me from California. If hes willing to go that far what else is he gonna do?" He pulled you to his chest. You really don't know how to react. He stood there and held you while his management team dealt with a situation with the rooms. The three of you made your way to the elevator. Shawn and Camila were talking but he didn't move his eyes from you. 

on the thirteenth floor you stepped out of the elevator and made your way to your room. 14, 15, and 16 were your room numbers. Shawn got 16 because it was a suite. Camila was next to him in 15 and you lastly in 14. 

You settled into your room, the bed feels too big. The sheets feel cold and the blanket isn't enough. You can't seem to sleep. Worries running through your mind. You end up slipping out of bed and making a cup of the 'complimentary' tea they had set out on a tray along with coffee and cocoa. The tea was okay. You've had better but you've also had worse. 

After two cups and a hour and a half of tv you couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed your phone, key and the fresh cup of tea you just made and headed to Shawn's room. You knock on his door and wait a minute till you knock again. He opened the door wrapped in the silk robe you got him for his birthday last year. 

"Y/N? what's up?" 

"Can't sleep, a lot on my mind," He runs his hand through his hair. He moves out of the way so you can make your way into his room. His room is twice as large as yours and has a living room and an attached bedroom, along with a small minibar with a real coffee pot. "oh wow," 

"Come sit," he motions you over to the couch. you sit on the opposite end of the long sofa. He rolls his eyes and moves over to you. He takes the mug from your hands, sets it on the end table and pulls you too him. You're tucked into his side with his arms wrapped around you. You just start to sob into his shoulder. 

"Hey, it's okay. Everything is going to be okay. Talk to me sweet," You just shake your head and continue to cry into him. You don't know what happened but you ended up in his lap. You were no longer crying but catching your breath with your head buried in his neck. "Do you want to talk about it now princess?" You nod. 

You go to move to get off his lap and he hold you there by your hips. He pulls you closer to him and rests his chin between your breasts. "Talk Princess," 

"I've just been so overwhelmed with everything and I think I jumped in to quickly. I feel like I'm drowning. I want to go home and just be alone," Your voice was growing shakey. "I miss my family. I miss my dog," You shake your head and force a little laugh. "I've missed you too," you look at him in the eye. 

The two of you were now eye level to each other. You ran your hand through his curls and lightly grasped the hairs near his neck. Twisting the small curls around your fingers. 

"And seeing that guy, just kind broke me. Maybe Camila is right. Maybe I'm not cut out for this," You huff and rest your forehead on his. 

"No. don't you do there princess. You are absolutely fucking amazing. And Camila couldn't be more wrong. Fuck what she said. You are made for this. Have you seen you perform? You're like a goddess when you hit the stage. You give every show everything you have and more," a smile worked its way onto your face. "But I don't blame you I feel the same way sometimes. All of us do," You just nod.

You let out a yawn and you can feel your body relax. Your eyelids become heavy in a matter of seconds. 

"Thank you so much Shawn. You're the best," you nuzzle yourself into his neck and hold him. 

"Always my sweet. Now let's get you to bed huh?" You nod. 

"Yeah. I should head back to my room," before you even move his arms clasped around your waist and you couldn't escape if you wanted to. 

"No way my sweet. You're in my bed tonight," he then proceeds to carry you to his bed and plop you down on the mattress. You squeal and move to the head of the bed. You slip off your socks and get comfortable under the covers while shawn runs to the bathroom. When he comes back you're already fast asleep and snoring. 

He shakes his head and gets under the soft blue blanket with you. He pulls your smaller frame to his and nestles into your hair. You turn your body to face him and in a faze of sleep you bring his lips to yours and mumble a goodnight. He smiles into the kiss and pulls you in for a deeper one. 

"Not tonight Mendes," you throw one arm around his waist and continue. "Wake me up in the morning and we can have some fun," you smirk. he just laughs and pulls you in tighter. 

"Okay my sweet," 

thank you for reading! it would mean a lot if you could like and reblog. loves and kisses. hails

[hopeless-lovex0]

I HAVE A DREAM (PART 8)

Kim Hongjoong Fanfic

Warning: Angst. Cheating. Heartbreak. Cursing. Fluff.

Hello fellow atiny and kpop stans 👋🏼 I am back with part 8 of I Have A Dream as promised. If any of you guys missed the last update or didn’t read the top part, from now on I will be updating every Friday so please look forwards to that 😃 Now I present to you guys I Have A Dream Part 8 😊

Y/N had never regretted anything more in her life then in that situation she was in that moment, the constant walking up and down the isles of clothing causing her already throbbing feet to swell in her white flowered sandals. In her hands, she carried multiple varieties of colored dresses and shirts.

A couple feet in front of her stood Mrs. Park with her hands also full, the excitement in her eyes causing them to glint in the sunlight. Never in her entire life had Y/N meet someone with such a deep passion for shopping, as if that person thrived off of just swiping their credit card left and right with multiple bags to accompany that action.

She really regretted calling Mrs. Park to hang for the day but as she giggled at her crazy squealing and constant fawning over the brand new collection of maternity dresses, she honestly couldn't ask for a better person to have in her life.

“ Y/N come over here! You need to try on the dresses I picked out.” Mrs. Park calls out and all y/n can do is sigh in defeat, knowing that she won't let her get away from her little fashion show.

Dragging her tired feet towards the dressing rooms she watches as Mrs. Park shoves multiple dresses in one of the small stalls, then turn towards her. “ Okay sweety, now just try on the dresses and show them to me! I'll love to see how you look in the bright colors!” Mrs. Park exclaims clapping her hands with an excited look on her face.

“ You know fall is just around the corner? Why am I trying out dresses?” Y/N says and all she gets in return is a blank stare. “ You can wear leggings under your dresses and plus once you get bigger all you'll be able to fit in are dresses. You'll thank me later baby girl so don't worry your pretty little head off.” Mrs. Park says as she pats her on the head.

“ Can we at least take a break after this? I'm hungry and my feet are killing me” Y/N says and Mrs. Park winces when she mentions her feet, remembering the days when she would limp from how swollen her feet we're during her pregnancy. Nodding her head, Mrs. Park shoos Y/N back into the dressing room telling her to try at least 3 out of all the dresses in the big pile.

Turning towards the pile, she picks two soft peach-colored dresses and a soft mustard colored knit dress. The softness of the dresses already convincing her that the three are the ones she'll purchase but she still decides to try them on for the sake of pleasing the older lady waiting for her outside the dressing room.

Tugging the dark blue curtain back, Y/N walks out the dressing room in the mustard dress and before she can say anything Mrs. Park starts fawning over her attracting the attention of the other customers in the store. “ Look at you honey!!” she squeals and Y/N can feel her face start flushing red from embarrassment.

“ Thanks, Mrs. Park” Y/N mumbles out causing Mrs. Park to reach forwards and pinch Y/N’s arm. “ What did I say y/n-sie~~~ Call me auntie” she whines out and all Y/N does is chuckle out, causing Mrs. Park to let out an almost childish like huff.

“ Can we go eat now? We can get back to dressing up later but right now I need some food in my system and it seems like I'm not the only one.” Y/N says as she rubs her stomach causing Mrs. Park to let out a gasp. “ Oh my goodness! Yes, of course! I can't let my two babies starve now can I?! Your brother would kill me if I somehow forgot to feed you two.” She says and with that she forces Y/N back into the dressing room, telling her to change back into her original dress.

Y/N doesn't need to be told twice because as soon as those words get out of Mrs. Park's mouth she books it back to the small room and changes back. Making sure that all her belongings are still in her purse and that she has the three dresses tucked under her arm, she quickly exits the dressing room and passes the other dresses to Mrs.Park to put them back. Walking towards the register, she takes out her wallet and waits for the cashier to ring her up.

Swaying on the heels of her feet, she waits for the cashier to tell her the total before the hairs on the back of her neck start to rise. The feeling of being watched again causing her to let out a shaky breath, the goosebumps that raise on her skin causing her to rub her arms up and down.

All throughout her day out with Mrs. Park, she had been feeling as if someone had a constant eye on her. The feeling of someone watching and following her every move scaring her beyond belief. She didn't tell Mrs. Park as she thought that maybe she was being paranoid, maybe it was Kyung Mi playing a prank on her, or maybe the little boy Jinyoung wanting to say hi to her again.

She honestly had no idea, but she was trying to keep the positive feeling in the air, knowing that freaking out and causing Mrs. Park to freak out as well would only ruin the day. Either way, if being followed and constantly being watched is what she felt then she knew she could hold out her own. The pink small taser and pepper spray shoved in the bottom of her purse reassuring her that she would be okay at least for a pregnant woman.

Paying for her dresses, she quickly shoved her credit card in her wallet and tucked it in her purse. Bidding the cashier a good day and a quick goodbye, she walked towards the exit where Mrs. Park (or in her case auntie) was standing and together they walked out the maternity clothing store.

Standing there for a couple of seconds, they start debating whether they should head towards the village's popular restaurant or towards the various food stalls lined just a block away. Knowing how packed the restaurant can get from working just across the place, they finally decide to head towards the crowded but not packed food stalls.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

Mingi had never been one for conflict, always deciding to let things cool out before actually fixing the issue. From the looks of it, it seems as if Hongjoong and San were going to be fighting for a while and even though Mingi blamed no one but Hongjoong he really wished that everything would be resolved right away.

After the argument that broke out in the kitchen that morning the guys had spread around the big house wanting to escape the heavy tension that lingered on San. Wooyoung seemed to have gone to his room as well as San was sitting alone in the living room, staring blankly at the tv. Knowing that San would only drive himself insane with how quiet and how deep he was in his thoughts, Mingi decided that the least he could do was distract him for a couple of hours.

“ San, let's go out to the town square. I don't know were thing 2 is but he's obviously not going to help so let me be the one to comfort you for once.” Mingi says, breaking San from his train of thought.

“ I'll like to go... But what if we bump into y/n?.. I don't want her to think that we followed her and cause her to leave again.” San says as he rubs the skin between his eyes, letting Mingi know that whatever he was thinking about was causing him a headache.

“ Then I guess we'll just have to keep an eye out for her. C’mon you need fresh air and food. We can go get some food if you want.” Mingi walks towards San and lifts him up by the back of his shirt, causing San to let out a startled woah and stumble from the way Mingi was dragging him towards the door.

Knowing that Mingi won't take no for an answer, San takes his pair of brown boots and shoves them into his feet. Nodding towards Mingi, they both grab their wallets and phones exiting the big home and walking towards the town square.

Mingi knows that San just wants peace and quiet, the constant fighting with Hongjoong seeming to wear him down little by little due to his appearance. He wants San to let everything out, to finally be the same happy and giggly San but he knows that something like that won't be accomplished easily. The constant fighting not only affecting San and Hongjoong but all of them, all Mingi can do is pray that by the end of the month they can all return on good terms.

San expected Mingi to interrogate him the minute they walked out the door, but instead they both walked in silence. He exhales in relief mentally thanking Mingi that he didn't mention anything, the quiet chirping of the birds around them and the cool breeze dancing around them causing his shoulder to drop from their tense position.

Quickly arriving at the town square, they both decide to head towards the food stalls craving some spicy tteokbokki. They don't seems to make it far into the bustling food stalls before Mingi quickly grabs ahold of San’s sweatshirt and drags him behind a wall.

“ What happened?!? Why did you drag me over here?” exclaims San as he looks at Mingi and all Mingi does is tell him to be quiet and point towards the direction they were heading.

A couple of feet in front of them stood Y/N with Mrs. Park, the both of them giggling to each other while eating portions of glass noodles. They watch as the older one shoves more food towards Y/N telling her something before patting the younger ones swollen belly.

San stares at her in awe, the first time he saw her seemed like a blur and he didn't remember much but now he can clearly see her and watch as she freely throws her head back in amusement to something the older lady in front of her said.

He lets a small smile invade his face as he watches in adoration, the sight of her being happy and healthy causing his heart to beat rapidly. Beside him, Mingi stares at Y/N in wonder. The sight of the woman he once knew as somewhat quiet and reserved fully enjoying herself at the moment.

This was the first time he has seen her since she left and finally looking at her completely all he could do is smile warmly at the sight of her baby bump. The way she would pat her stomach or the way the older lady would lean forwards and talk to Y/N’s stomach causing him to let out a small childlike giggle. Turning towards San, he saw the look of pure love and adoration said man had for the woman just a couple feet away from him.

In that moment, Mingi knew that no matter what happened between the three currently involved in the recent events he hoped and prayed that San was the one who would get picked in the end.

Turning back around to look at the duo they were currently hiding from, they watched as they finished up their food and got up to head towards the shops. They decided to keep an eye on them in case they walked towards them and then finally eat but as they watched them walk away from the table, Mingi let's out a barely audible gasp causing San to turn towards him.

“ What happened? Did she see you?!?” San asked in a panic, getting ready to book it out of there if they were discovered but all Mingi did was grab San by the neck turning him towards where Y/N was standing.

It took San a couple of seconds to figure out what he was supposed to be looking for before his eyes finally set on her.

There a couple of feet away from Y/N stood Ji Woo. Taking slow almost cautious steps towards Y/N and the older lady with her.

Mingi watched as San’s eyes turned hard and icy, his scary glare set on the girl quickly approaching Y/N. Before San could jump up and run towards the obvious interaction that was about to occur, Mingi quickly wrapped his arms around San and told him to stay in place.

All San could do was watch helplessly as Ji Woo called out Y/N’s name, watching as the smile on her face dropped just like his heart did the minute he saw her happiness slip away like sand between his fingers.

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“ Wow... I honestly never in my life had such amazing glass noodles as this one's.” Y/N said as she patted her stomach letting out huff from how full she is. Mrs. Parks lets out a small laugh then leans down so that she's staring at Y/N’s belly. “ You were quite hungry weren't you little man.” She says and Y/N raises and eyebrow at her question.

“ Little man huh? Youngjo said that it was going to be a girl.” She says as she starts to clean up the mess around them, causing Mrs. Park to quickly jump towards her and clean up instead. “ Your brother is a dummy, take my advice instead okay? Throughout my pregnancy, I knew I was having a boy and I was correct. So take it from me, it's going to be a strong, healthy boy.” Mrs. Park rants on and all Y/N does is smile at her, appreciating all the little tips and advice she has been giving her in her three months living there.

Finishing up, the both start heading towards the shops on the opposite part of the street away from the food stalls. As they walk towards the direction of a clothing store Mrs. Park desperately wanted to visit, the feeling of being watched again causes Y/N’s heart to start thumping in her chest.

Choosing to ignore it, she continues to walk with Mrs. Park before the call of her name brings her to a complete stop. She feels her entire body freeze in disbelief, the person who called her taking that as a sign to continue calling her name.

Slowly turning around, she holds her breath and prays to God that whoever it was that called her isn't who she thinks it is. Her prayers seems to fail, because standing just in front of her is Ji Woo.

“ Y/N... How.. How are you?” Ji woo stutters out and all Y/N does is stare blankly at her, at loss for words. “ You left so suddenly, I didn't get the chance to talk to you.” she mutters out causing Y/N to grip onto her blue dress in order to calm herself.

Mrs. Park seems to sense her distress because she immediately stands in front of Y/N, hiding her from Ji Woo’s view. “ Can we help you, young lady?” She asks as she carefully observes Ji woo, getting ready to stop her if she decides to walk any closer.

“ Oh please call me Ji Woo, I'm Y/N’s best friend.... I came to talk to her.” Ji woo babbles on trying to get as much as she can out there in case she gets dismissed by the older lady.

Mrs. Park immediately tenses up once Ji Woo gives out her name, the name of the person she desperately wanted to curse when Y/N told her the reason she moved into their small homely village.

Clearing her throat, Mrs. Park rolls her shoulders and gives Ji Woo the best fake smile she can pull off. “ Nice to meet you Ji Woo, but me and my friend here have to go so if you'll please excuse us.” Mrs. Park tells her, quickly turning around and taking now Y/N’s trembling hands.

Walking right behind Y/N in case Ji Woo decides to grab her, Mrs. Park start to speed walk towards the direction of her house before Ji Woo’s scratchy and nasally voice stops them in their tracks.

“ Y/N, please... Please don't leave again. I want to apologize for what I did. I want to make it up to you.” she begs, following closely behind the pair. Y/N rapidly shakes her head, and tugs at Mrs. Park wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Ji Woo seems to be growing impatient as the volume of her voice increases the more they walk away from her. “ Y/N CAN YOU PLEASE JUST LOOK AT ME, YOU CAN’T JUST DROP YEARS OF FRIENDSHIP OVER SOMETHING SO DUMB.” she screams out, attracting the attention of people around the area.

“ STOP RUNNING AWAY FROM YOUR PROBLEMS Y/N! HOW ABOUT YOU FACE ME LIKE A REAL WOMAN HUH? CAN YOU DO THAT FOR A MINUTE! HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO BE A GOOD MOTHER IF YOU CAN’T EVEN FACE ME RIGHT NOW!” Ji Woo yells out causing the duo to stop in their tracks and the chatter around them falls down to just whispering.

Y/N lets out a small sob, the shaking of her hands now having consumed her whole body causing random people around them to whine out in sympathy. She slowly turns around to look at Ji Woo but instead makes eye contact with Mrs. Park. She lets out a small gasp from how mad she looks, the soft look that she would always have in her eyes completely gone instead replaces with the sharp look of anger.

Ji Woo seems to still be yelling out towards them, attracting more attention to them, “ LOOK I’M SORRY I SLEPT WITH HONGJOONG BUT IT MEANT NOTHING TO ME! IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU WEREN’T A GOOD GIRLFRIEND TO HIM.” she continues to scream, and her last statement seems to shake the crowd around them looking at Ji Woo in disbelief and disgust.

Before Y/N can stop her, Mrs Park swiftly turns around and marches straight towards Ji Woo. The look on Mrs. Park's face seems to shut Ji Woo up as she watches her stomp towards her in a menacing way. Nobody seems to stop her as Mrs. Park lifts up her hand and strikes Ji Woo across the face, the loud sound that resonates from the harsh slap causing everybody to let out a gasp. A couple of feet away from the scene stand two guys leaning against the wall watching the turn of events, one of them gaping at the slap in shock and the other one smirking and mentally cheering for the older lady.

“ I've never in my life raised my hand at someone, much less thought about hitting someone... But you.. You deserved this and so much more.” Mrs Park spits out, rubbing her throbbing hand from how much force she used to smack Ji Woo.

Ji Woo carefully lifts her shaking hand towards her already bruising cheek, the bottom lip split and bleeding. She watches as various people crowd around Y/N to comfort her and multiple other people stand behind Mrs. Park to come to her defense.

“ Now you listen to me very closely, I may not know you well but I know just enough to figure out that you're the good for nothing ”best friend” that slept with y/n’s boyfriend. Of course he's as much of a low life as you and even though I don't like the idea of hitting someone I'll gladly do it to him as well.” Mrs Park says as she watches Ji Woo tear up.

“ I expect you to leave this village and never come back. The police in this place may not be that bright, so if it comes down to it I'll personally drag you out of here myself. Do I make myself clear?” she says and the people around her yell out in agreement, the small crowd around Y/N who are currently comforting her nodding their heads along as well.

Knowing that the older lady in front of her won't hesitate to do as she says, Ji Woo gives one final look at Y/N holding eye contact for a couple of seconds before finally turning around and running away towards her car.

Mrs. Park watches her to make sure that she leaves and once she sees Ji Woo’s car speed away from the area she quickly turns around and pulls Y/N into her arms. Thanking the people around her for taking care of the girl she considers family.

Shushing the crying girl in her arms, she covers her with a black floral cardigan and carefully begins to lead her towards her house. The group around her clear a path for them, giving out words of comfort to the pregnant woman, letting her know that if she ever needs help they'll happily help her telling her that she's apart of the village family.

Making it to Mrs. Park's bright yellow house, they both enter the warm and spacious living room. Leading her towards the soft beige L shaped couch, she sits Y/N in the middle of it taking notice of her quiet sniffing.

Carefully peeling the cardigan off of her, she takes Y/N’s face into her hands and wipes away the tears falling from her eyes. “ You're okay now sweety, she's gone now. I won't let her near you again you hear me.” she firmly states causing Y/N to throw herself onto Mrs. Park’s arms, wanting desperately to be held by someone.

“ I don't want to be that sad ever again. I don't want to cry the moment someone mentions what happened... I want to be happy for me and my baby. I want to finally forget everything and live in peace.” Y/N says as she weeps into Mrs. Parks arms, hiding her face in the older woman's shoulder.

“ I won't let you be that sad ever again baby... You'll have a happy life, you'll live in peace. You and your baby and whether you decide to open up your heart again maybe even a boyfriend or husband, you'll be happy I know it. You want to know how I know this? Because I'll make sure of it.” Mrs. Park whispers to the crying girl in her arms, lifting her hands and rubbing her back.

“ I'll take care of you two... You won't ever have to feel alone again sweety. Auntie will take care of you and your baby.” she says as she caresses Y/N’s stomach, the girl in her arms slowly calming down.

They sit there a couple of seconds before Y/N's broken whisper breaks the silence.

“ Thank you... Thank you so much for everything... I love you auntie.”

Mrs. Park feels her eyes water at the nickname, having been the first time that Y/N actually used it. Pulling the pregnant girl closer, she places a tender kiss to her head.

“ I'll take care of both of you... You don't have to worry about a thing... Not a single thing my sweet girl.”