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our little secret | CL16

charles x female!reader / smau fic

this was a request so thank you anon for providing the idea, i changed some of the detailing ever slightly to fit it more into the social media format but overall i followed the request so i hope i did it justice!

as a bit of a background: you and charles have been together for a few years now, but nobody knows because they’ve kept their relationship secret from the f1 community and private from anyone who follows you. everything is going great until photos of you and charles on vacation get leaked. normally you’d deny it or ignore it but it was very obviously charles in the pictures which cause fans to go crazy, wanting to know everything ultimately resulting in you and charles deciding to go public and hoping for the best. oh and the request included having other drivers on the grid having gone through recent breakups which was another reason charles liked that your relationship was private.

warnings: none, just pure fluff and charles being a simp for his girlfriend !!

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user1: y/n i still cant believe we haven’t figured out who your partner is, its been atleast a couple years

user2: at this point, i don’t even care who it is, as long as she’s happy

yoursister: awe the flowers, he’s the sweetest

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user22: one day we’ll find out…i hope

╰ user17: we can only hope

yourbestfriend: i love that youre happy but i don’t enjoy third wheeling, does he have any single friends he can atleast bring along 🥲

╰ yourusername: sorry..pretty sure all his close friends are in relationships 🫣

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who do i give these flowers too

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fanofleclerc: YOU CAN GIVE THEM TO ME

f1fan: ILL TAKE THEM OFF YOUR HANDS CHARLES

user30: how is this man single ???? he’s so boyfriendcoded

landonorris: i’d prefer literally anything else but i guess you can give them to me

╰ charles_leclerc: ill pass

f1: we’ll take them for you charles, im sure someone in the paddock would like them

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enjoying the sun whenever i can

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fanofcharles: hes so beautiful wow

charlesleclercfan_: imagine running into charles leclerc while he’s shirtless? id pass away

pierregasly: photo creds would be nice..

╰ charles_leclerc: you didn’t take the photo ?

╰ pierregasly: yes but i was behind the camera offering support, its basically the same thing

f1fan: pierre and charles’ friendship is top tier

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me and everyone’s favourite man hit the town 🍸

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yourbestfriend: its giving old money, i love it

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user20: im sure whoever he is, is a gorgeous man

user12: i may not know who he is but i aspire for these vibes

yoursister: the hand placement is everything

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user44: whoever he is, he was raised right, that hand placement says everything and him holding y/n’s heels, god has favourites

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hikes at sunset >

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charlesleclercfan_: omg charles

charlesleclercfan_: i think my heart just stopped

f1fan: he knows what he’s doing, he has to

user33: brb finding the strength cause this photo makes me weak

user2: he looks so happy

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user2: mystery man once again

user14: the way they go on runs together

yourbestfriend: the only time i’ll gladly be a third wheel..i love a good walk/run at sunset

╰ yourusername: i know how much you love your sunset runs

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caption: i once again find myself third wheeling..@yourusername

╰ yourusername: atleast you could walk away when you wanted..

╰ yourbestfriend: not the point..but tell charles thank you for paying for me aswell

╰ yourusername: will do 😅

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gonna miss watching the sunrise in the morning and the sunset in the evening with you 🥺

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user3: wait where is he going

user23: awe, i hope everything’s okay and they haven’t broken up

╰ user4: i think mystery man has to leave, but they’re still together

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“Merci mon amour�� You smiled as he situated himself next to you in bed. Having been dating now for almost 3 years, you had picked up on french terms and were able to have small conversations only speaking French with Charles

“I posted you on instagram” you told him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you closer into him but being careful not to spill the drink in your hands

“Oh what did you post? My phones charging” he explained as you unlocked your phone and showed him the post you made for him “You’re now being referred to as mystery man” you chuckled.

Out of all the names people had given him throughout the years, this was definitely your favourite. Charles also chuckled when he heard the name that was given to him

“Can I ask you something?” Charles asked after a few seconds of comfortable silence passed between the two of you

“Of course, what’s up?” you asked after taking a small sip of your tea “Do you ever think about going public with our relationship?” He followed up

You turned to face him fully “Of course, mon amour but we both agreed it was better this way” You reiterated the promise you made early on in your relationship

“I know but I hate that I cant comment on your posts or even post you myself” he sighed “I want to keep you safe but I also want the whole world to know you’re mine and I’m yours” he finished.

“I know it’s not fair” you exclaimed while running your fingers through his hair, something you did for him when he was stressed or feeling anxious “I love you all the time though regardless if you post me or not you know that. Right?” You asked him

“Of course I do” he told you in response closing his eyes feeling relaxed “One day we’ll go public. Im making you that promise” he told you opening his eyes again

You smiled at him “Sounds like a beautiful promise” you responded, leaning in to kiss his cheek “As much as I would love to spend the rest of the night talking with you, you have to be at the airport early tomorrow” you reminded him as you stopped playing with his hair, to turn and put your mug on the bedside table next to your side of the bed, Charles putting his own mug on the table next to his side

“Im gonna miss you” he told you when you were both situated in bed, the only source of light coming from the evening sky outside “Not as much as I’m gonna miss you” you told him, snuggling into his side while his arm pulled you closer to him.

Even if you had been dating for awhile, the start of the race season was always a struggle, neither of you wanting to be apart for long periods of time but it was moments like these that you held close and savoured until the next time you could be this close again.

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╰ charles_leclerc: babe i miss you already and its only been a few days

╰ yourusername: i know but soon you’ll be busy with media events, qualifying, racing and the time will go by quicker, i promise my love

╰ charles_leclerc: facetime tonight so i can see your beautiful face ?

╰ yourusername: of course ❤️

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caption: now whose third wheeling..😠 @yourbestfriend

╰ yourbestfriend: oh hush up, this was only one time compared to how many times i third wheeled you and driver boy

╰ yourusername: okay fair point…also driver boy? wait till i tell charles that one 😂

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╰ charles_leclerc: omg since when did y/bf/n get a boyfriend? i want all the details

╰ yourusername: i’ll tell you everything on our facetime call, its a pretty cute story of how they met

╰ charles_leclerc: okay but not as cute as when we met? right?

╰ yourusername: oh never, we have the ultimate cutest first meet story 🤭

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scuderiaferrari: looking forward to a great season !

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f1fan: HE LOOKS SO WELL RESTED AND HAPPY, FERRARI YOU BETTER DO CHARLES JUSTICE THIS SEASON

f1: as if we weren’t already excited for the new season !!

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charlesleclercfan_: IM SO EXCITED

charlesleclercupdates: THIS IS HIS SEASON, I CAN ALREADY FEEL IT

Charles was standing with the other drivers, whenever the new season started they always had to do a bunch of media and although some drivers may hate how childish some of the antics were, overall it’s always a nice time getting to be in the same place as everyone and not be competing for once.

Charles turned to George and Pierre who were in conversation with Carlos and Lando. Somehow they had gotten on the topics of relationships, Lando having told everyone that the girl he was seeing at the end of the previous season before the break, wasn’t in the picture anymore.

“Aw mate I’m sorry” Charles told him “Its okay, we weren’t anything serious” Lando told him, seeming to be completely fine with the outcome. “Carlos how are you and your lady?” Lando asked Carlos taking the attention off of him

“Ehh, its alright” Charles’ teammate answered the question directed at him “We barely talk and now with racing starting, I don’t see her sticking around much longer” he explained his current situation.

To Charles it seemed as though everyone who had been relationships or atleast talking to someone, now had no one which made him a feel a bit guilty as he had been in a 2 year long relationship that none of them knew of.

Later in the day, the guilt in Charles stomach only grew when he somehow found out 3 more drivers on the grids long term relationships had ended. He was feeling unnerved because it seemed as if there was some sort of relationship ruiner going through the paddock and he didn’t want to be the next victim.

That night, he called you up, for a moment forgetting about the time change but remembering its only a small change. You answered after a few rings, you had your painting scrubs on indicating you had been working on a new piece of art

“Hi mon amour” you exclaimed happy to see your boyfriend “I was just in the middle of painting, let me just take my scrubs off so I can move to the couch” You explained, Charles nodded his head acknowledging you

“Okay tell me how everything went today, I want to hear it all” you started talking again once you were situated on your couch. Charles started telling you about his day making sure to include what he learned about his fellow racers, which only caused you both to feel content keeping your relationship to yourselves.

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old photos of charles leclerc with an unknown female leaked. reports say this was last year during the summer break, which brings up the questions of who is she? were they dating here? if yes, are they still dating? everyone wants to know.

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more leaked photos of charles with this mystery woman. who is she? i know im not the only one dying to know

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user11: OH MY

f1fan: CHARLES MY DUDE WHAT IS THIS

f1updates: does anyone have any idea on who she is

╰ user15: no clue

user3: she’s pretty from what ive seen

user22: i need to know everything

ferrarifan: what i would give to have been a fly on the wall when charles found out these got leaked

Charles was resting in his drivers room. He was trying to mediate which meant he had his phone silenced. This was something you started doing with him when he would get in his head about racing and it helped him regain his focus especially during the moments when he was to hard on himself.

He had been in here for probably 30 minutes before there was a rapid knock on the door “Charles, its Carlos can I come in?” his teammate asked from the other side

“Yeah” Charles answered. Carlos opened the door and stepped into the room “Have you been on instagram?” Carlos asked holding his phone in his hand

“No why?” Charles was confused, what was so important on there that had Carlos wondering of his activity on the app “You should see this” Carlos told him while passing him his opened phone.

When Charles looked down and saw what he saw, he felt his heart stop. There you and him were on his boat, last summer. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He scrolled through his tagged and it was flooded with the same pictures posted by various accounts

“This isn’t good” he mumbled to himself as he passed Carlos his phone back so he could pick up his own phone. He went to go text you immediately when he remembered you had told him, you and your best friend were going camping for a few days which meant you wouldn’t have reception until you got back home.

He opted to still text you something rather than nothing, that way you would see his message once you turned your phone back on and would give him a call.

“Can I ask who she is?” Carlos asked after a few moments of silence “Shes my girlfriend. We’ve been together now for almost 3 years” Charles answered his friends question, figuring the secret was out now and there was no point in lying.

“Oh wow, you’ve kept this going for that long and its just now coming to light. Thats impressive” Carlos told him

“Yeah we decided early on to keep it between us” Charles sighed “We were planning on going public eventually but I guess the public beat us to it”

Carlos just gave his teammate a sympathetic nod, there wasn’t anything he could say in the moment but he could still be there for his friend.

A few days after this, when you were on the drive back to your place, you turned your phone back on, having a few texts from Charles. One that stood out, read ‘Babe give me a call when you can. I have to talk to you about something’ the text from Charles read.

You weren’t sure what this could be about so you didn’t wait to dial his number once you were in the comfort of your apartment. After a few rings, Charles answered, asking you how camping was and catching up before moving on to talk about what happened while you were offline.

That night you and Charles had a long conversation on what you both wanted to do in this situation and after some back and forth, finally came to a decision regarding your relationship that you both hoped you wouldn’t regret down the line.

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i guess after 3 years, my mystery man isn’t a mystery anymore.

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charles_leclerc: 3 years into it, a lifetime to go

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hard launching because i’ve wanted to post my girl since i met her

joyeux anniversaire, ma chérie 💌

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yourusername: i love you

yourusername: falling asleep on you > falling asleep on the bed

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maxverstappen1: 3 YEARS? WOW

maxverstappen1: happy for you dude

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i hope you enjoyed this one. im trying to get more into including actual pieces of writing so hopefully for this one, everything made sense. as always feel free to leave any comments or you can make your own request, up to you! ♥️

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emberfrostlovesloki · 5 months

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Freud Said We Should Fuck [Hotch x Reader]

Photo credits: Left and Right (@shakespearesdaughters) Center (@hotchs-big-hands)

Prompt: When Aaron makes a Freudian slip on the jet, he and the reader get flushed, and later, once the case is finished, the reader finds him in his office on a lonely Saturday and teases him about it. Aka, when the reader and Hotch do something in his office other than paperwork.

Pairing: Aaron x fem BAU-reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns

Category: Fluff/angst/smut

Word Count: 9.9K

A/N: Hi loves! First off, this story is 18+, minors DNI. Please respect this boundary. I’m finally back writing again and I’m so happy about it. However, I feel like it’s going to take me a bit to get back into the swing of things. I had a lot of my AU written and then I just thought it was moving too slow. So I’ve put that on hold for a bit and gone back to what I love smut. I don’t think the sex here is the best I’ve ever written, but I still like it. This idea came about because @silk-spun and I were chatting about Aaron and office sex and I couldn’t stop thinking about it - so naturally I wrote it. Please have a look at the notes before reading as there are some things that some plot points that some readers might want to avoid. I hope you like this and if you do, likes, comments, and replies are appreciated! Content Warnings under the cut. I hope you are having a good week. Love Levi - ❤️

Content Warnings: There are two unsubs mentioned in this fic: The one most talked about is a family annihilator [There are mentions of wives and children being killed, depiction of dead bodies, description of a bloody room, mention of suicide via gun (unsub)] The second unsub kills at random [There are mentions of poisoning, falling to one’s death and drowning (the body is briefly described)] Mention of past trauma and abuse [Hotch] and the mention of an absent father. There is also sex: touching over the clothes, sex in a semi-public setting [Hotch’s office] fellatio, p in v (unprotected] Very slight dom vibes from the reader and Hotch and the slightest mention of a size kink. If I missed any, please let me know.

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_y/n_ = your name

_c/t_ = coffee or tea (whichever you prefer)

_u/sf/d_ = up/straight forward/down (depending on height).

_s/l_ = short or long

_kl/s/m_ = knee length/short/mini (pick your favorite skirt length)

_y/f/c/s_ = your favorite color and style (bra)

_y/f/t/f_= your favorite type of food

The team sat in the jet as they moved toward Evansville Indiana. The skilled agents were bantering ideas off of each other, as they normally did. This unsub was very blatant with their modus operandi. As Aaron had debriefed in the conference room an hour earlier with the team and Garcia, he said, “The unsub we’re dealing with allegedly has three distinct personalities. Although I would be hesitant to diagnose anyone with a split personality disorder or DID. Many people with this condition are stigmatized due to the negative stereotypes associated with that name. If our unsub does have this condition, then we work from there. But with what we know now, this might just be a part of the ritual and pattern. The police are adamant that it’s a suspect from a mental hospital, but be wary of this. J.J. I want you to cut this off at the bud as soon as we get to the station. The media liaison nodded and replied, “You got it Hotch. I’ll clear that up and make sure they haven’t come up with any nicknames either. That always gets the press in a stir.” Aaron nodded. There wasn’t time for that kind of coverage right now. The team needed to jump in immediately once they touched down. This unsub had a swift turnaround time, killing in heinous and various ways almost every other night. His signature was that at the body of each victim, the unsub left a note from either the Id, the Ego, or the Superego, and by how killing his victims, the unsub had ‘cured them,’ and how the cure had worked. The killer's notes were reminiscent of Freud’s case notes, detailed and a bit deranged. The methods of death had been drowning, poisoning, being drowned, and most recently a fatal fall from a high cliff on a popular walking trail. _y/n_ had cringed at the sight of the drowned victim’s bloated body. It was blue and purple from its extended time in the water. The poisoned victim didn’t look any better. As was usual with BAU cases, the victims had suffered significantly before their deaths. _y/n_ had asked the group as a whole once the note element came out, “Is this guy serious? I mean, Freud is more infamous than famous at this point. His clients were all wealthy Swiss members of society, and he was ridiculed later in life for changing his theories all the time. I mean, how many Fruedians are still honestly out there?” Spencer happily replied, “In terms of clinical, licensed therapists? I’d say very few. Probably around 0.5 percent at this point. But that doesn’t mean that psychoanalysis isn’t still used in a good deal of therapeutic systems. I mean ‘Talk Therapy’ is the norm in most EBT therapy systems. So although Freud and Heidegger might have faded to obscurity, their theories remain.” Hotch had nodded and said stoically, “Wheels up in thirty. We can continue this discussion on the plane. If the unsub sticks to his pattern. They might have a new victim already.”

Thus the team, plus Penelope were on the plane like normal. Once the jet hit cruising altitude, the team seemed to relax a bit They all fell into their usual clusters, and Hotch observed them. _y/n_, Rossi, and Spencer were continuing the psychological aspect of the case with _y/n_, while Em, Derek, and Garcia talked about the victimology and methods of the murders. Lastly, JJ was writing up a short press brief for the police and the public. Aaron knew we could never be thankful enough for the work that JJ did for the team. She covered their backs more than he could ever imagine. It was hard enough doing the job they did, but having JJ backing them up meant they weren’t smeared in the press even more. Hotch made his way to her. He sat on the seat next to hers and looked over her work. The blond woman handed him a notebook page with her statement from the police force. She said, “This is what I’ve got so far. If you have any more legal or profiler things you’d like me to add, just note them in the margins.” The woman handed him a blue ballpoint pen, and Hotch did his best to look carefully and thoroughly over the short blurb. He added a few police procedural things, but otherwise, it looked good. Aaron pushed the paper back on the small table and said, “Looks good J. I just added a few notes. Let me know when you have the one for the public done, and look it over too.” JJ looked up at him as he stood and said, “You got it Hotch. And I’ll make those corrections after I’m done with this.” Aaron then moved to Em, Morgan, and Garcia. They were looking at a map both on the seat and on Penelope's computer. Derek and Em were pinpointing the sites of the victim's body on the physical map while Garcia did the same on her laptop. The trio was trying to make a geographic profile and also see if the sites were linked to a road, river, or some natural feature. All three victims had been found in parks or locations adjacent to parks. As Hotch looked over the map, Emily said, “Given the natural locations of the dump sites and how well-versed the unsub seems to be with local and national parks in the area, this person may be a game warden or resource officer or something like that. Those positions are often isolating and not well-paid. Maybe the unsub has emotions tied to their work. That they’re not achieving enough, or making enough of an impact?” Hotch nodded at the logic of her statement and said to Garcia, “Once you’ve done that work, Garcia, look up the databases for Park Service workers and Game Wardens and make a preliminary risk. Target those who work in the parks where the victims were found and those that have been having problems at work or have had problems at work in the last two months.” Garcia loved getting directions from Aaron. She always thought that his brain was close to hers, except that he was just the quiet version of her. She smiled and said, “Aye, aye captain. Coming right up.” Aaron gave Garcia a small smile and said, “Thanks Penelope.”

Aaron got up again. Before he moved to the last group, he was going to get a cup of coffee for himself _c/t_ for _y/n_. It was their ritual on the plane now. When they were in the office, _y/n_ got him coffee from the breakroom, and when they were on the jet, he got her drink. Aaron’s and _y/n_ relationship had moved from a strong friendship to a light romance, to, in the last six months, a much more heated and sexual affair. Of course, neither of them could say, and much less do anything while they were at work but show small gestures of affection for the other. Aaron and _y/n_ were both professional and could easily keep their relationship work-coded. That didn’t however, mean that Hotch didn’t think about the things they did off the clock. The sound of _y/n_’s bright laugh had his mind reeling back to last weekend. It had been a lazy Saturday morning at his place. She had mentioned getting a snack from the coffee shop down the street before going on a walk in the park or going to get a new book for Jack, who was currently at Haley’s. Aaron had sleepily said something like, “I think you’re enough of a snack as it is, _y/n_” as he rolled onto his back.

There was a moment of silence before _y/n_ started softly laughing. Hotch moved his eyes to her. He expected her to stop laughing after a minute, but his gaze only had her laughing more loudly. She was nearly in stitches as her mirth overflowed. Hotch, not quite sure what had caused her to be so joyful, poked her side and said, “Alright, I give up. What’s so funny? Is my breath bad or something?” Even as Hotch asked, he couldn’t stop himself from starting to laugh too. This was something unique with _y/n_. She allowed him to open up emotionally in ways that he rarely even had. After _y/n_ had caught her breath she said, “Is that your attempt at dirty talk Hotch? If so you need to take a course.” Aaron scoffed at that and said teasingly, “I’ll make you eat those words _y/n_.” As he finished that sentence, he leaned over her and kissed her. He started lightly but became more intense as _y/n_ ran her tongue over his bottom lip. Soon enough, he was undoing the buttons of her night shift and moving his mouth lazily downward with _y/n_ saying his name breathily every time he nipped her skin lightly with his mouth. His breath was hot on the cool expanse of her body. Aaron realized as he started to make the encounter more intimate and relished in how her body responded to his.

Hotch knew that apart from being with _y/n_, he was about as closed off as human could be, and he knew it. His past as a child had inherently shown him that weakness meant pain and suffering and as hard as he had tried to grow out of that, he still had some of those mental barriers up, and they often rose when he was in situations that dealt with lots of emotions. Often he found himself unable to reciprocate. That was part of the reason that he assumed that he was so good at being a prosecutor and a profiler. People’s emotions, whether they be the unsub’s or the victim’s didn’t cause him to bluster, or lose sight of the bigger picture. He was sympathetic to the victims and listened to them with sincerity, but their pain often didn’t affect him the way it did _y/n_. This was the reason that after he spoke to the various victims, he would direct them over to _y/n_ to talk further. So they could cry unabashedly and have someone to hold them tight as they did so. Often Aaron would catch her eyes as they made the silent trade-off. There was always a silent conversation that happened in these looks. It was Aaron saying, ‘Thank you,’ and _y/n_ responded, ‘I got you.’ With time Aaron had slowly started dropping those barriers with _y/n_. She made him feel more human. More intact with his emotions such as joy and the ability to do the unexpected. Things and emotions which he had hidden inside himself a long time ago. The first time that Aaron had been very open to _y/n_ was the first time that he realized that he might have deeper feelings for _y/n_ than respect or camaraderie.

It had been a difficult case. One of the worst. The unsub had been a family annihilator. The man, Mr. Platheville, was targeting young families with only one child. The madman had killed two mothers and their children leaving the fathers to watch in horror and live with the site of the massacre they had witnessed. The first man they had found was shell-shocked and unable to move. An ambulance and mental health experts had been called for him. The next man had been so angry that Hotch and Derek had to hold the man back from hitting and punching himself or the wall or anyone within striking distance. _y/n_ had watched on with apprehension, trying to calm the man down with her words. Although those two cases had been horrible, it was nothing compared to the last. The unsub had called and said where he was and that he had another family hostage. There were audible screams on the other side of the phone. Mr. Plathville had said, “Come quickly. Please. I can’t stop myself anymore.” At first, the team felt like this was a good step. A great step even. The man was giving himself up and asking for help. However, as the tapped line was about to be disconnected, a child’s voice cut in. It sounded scared and small as it said, “Daddy? What’s wrong with Mommy?” That had the whole team freeze. The realization that Plathville had his own family captive now had the team feel like the floor was dropping out from under them -- everyone’s stomach sinking into knots. Hotch dropped the phone first and softly said, “Everyone, move, now.” After a second, he found his voice and said loudly, authoritatively, “Move. Now.” Aaron started running to the van, and he watched as his team followed him to both his car and the other SUV. _y/n_ and Rossi piled into Hotch’s car and hurriedly buckled as Hotch hit the gas pedal. The rubber tires squealed and burned on the concrete. _y/n_ had snatched the passenger seat in the front. Hotch’s jaw was set in a tight grimace as he sped down the road. His driving was close to erratic. It wasn’t something _y/n_ had seen in him before. _y/n_’s eyes found Rossi’s in the review mirror. The older man also looked a bit concerned as well. Gently, _y/n_ placed a hand on Aaron’s upper arm. She could feel the muscle tight under his sleeve as his hands gripped the wheel. At her touch, Hotch’s eyes briefly left the road and met hers. Whatever expression she had on her face was enough to slow his driving speed. For him to pay closer attention to the road.

Hotch was making her nervous. He didn’t seem like himself, but she didn’t say anything. There would be time for that later. The vans came to a raging halt outside the address that Plathville had disclosed. The house seemed quiet. Eerily so. Derek and Hotch approached the door softly. Derek breached the door and the team rushed inside. The front foyer was dark and there was no sound reverberating around the open area. The team fanned out in the ranch-style house. Derek and Spencer moved to the left side of the house toward the kitchen and guest bedroom. Rossi and Emily took the upstairs, and Hotch and _y/n_ moved left toward the living room and master bedroom. The other families had been found in the living room, and _y/n_ braced herself for a similar scene. Hotch’s shoulders tensed as he moved into the entryway of the living room. It meant that this family was already dead too. _y/n_ felt a part of her break inside, but she pulled the pieces back together for the team. For those who had passed. Both agents stepped into the room. The fact that the walls, carpet, and sofa were cream-colored only highlighted the dark splatters marring the walls, couch, and carpet which was soaked with a dark stain. _y/n_ pointed to the light switch and mouthed, “Should I turn it on?” Hotch nodded his head no and inclined this head toward the bedroom door, indicating that Mr. Plathville might still be in the bedroom. It was the only space they hadn’t breached. If Plathville was still in the house either alive or dead, it was in that room. As the calls of Spencer and Emily echoed through the house stating, “Clear,” a small sound came from behind the closed door. Both agents' eyes snapped to the door, and they moved forward. Once they got to the door. Aaron held out a hand to stop her. He shook his head no. He leaned forward and whispered, “Go look at the bodies. And then stop the rest of the team from entering the living room.” _y/n_ met his dark eyes. They seemed to go on forever. He had the look he had before when the child had spoken on the phone. The same look he had had in the car. _y/n_ desperately wanted to know what was going on in his head, but again, now wasn’t the time. _y/n_ nodded and moved back from the door. She moved to the two bodies on the floor but continued to watch as Aaron opened the door, stepped inside, and said, “Mr. Plathville. Don’t do this. Do you think this is the ending your wife and daughter would have wanted for you?” Hotch closed the door behind him, leaving the room in semi-darkness. Hotch could hear soft movement from the other side of the door. It was _y/n_ and it sounded like she was crying. Aaron pushed aside the soft sounds and focused only on Plathville. The cold metal weapon the unsub was holding in his dominant hand wasn’t pointed in any direction, but it could be in an instant. Hotch didn’t want _y/n_ in the room. Because Aaron knew family annihilators, he knew them because he lived with one of them as a child. As an adult, once he learned the proper terms for killers and sadists, he realized that if he hadn’t taken the brunt of what his father doled out, his own father might have been a Plathville as well. Aaron didn’t want _y/n_ to see what might happen. He didn’t want her to see this. Hotch put up his hands and said, “Put down the gun Mr. Plathville. You’ve been a coward with how you’ve treated others because they didn’t do what you liked. Don’t be a coward now, at the end. Face what you’ve done and prove that you’re actually a man.”

The unsub, eyes dark and glazed looked like he was about to set the gun on the bed. Aaron hoped that was what he was doing, but he didn’t trust the man either. Just as the gun seemed to be safe, Plathville turned the weapon on himself. Outside the closed door, _y/n_ heard a very loud bang. A deafening sound. At this point, _y/n was standing by the hallway with Derek. Em, and Rossi. She was doing her best to keep the three other agents at bay. When the BAU team heard the gunshot, they all rushed back into the room. Derek drew his sidearm as they all did and breached the door. _y/n_’s heart pounded in her chest because she had left him alone. Alone with an unsub who they knew had a gun; and if Aaron was dead, she would never be able to forgive herself. Not for all time. As the team rushed into the room. Hotch’s strong profile stood out against the window. His nose and jawline were distinct against the streetlight that seeped light into the room through the casement window. Aaron seemed frozen on the spot and the still and bloodied body of Mr. Plathville was slumped on the bed. _y/n_ moved forward and avoided her gaze from the new body. She took Aaron’s arm and pulled him out of the room. Not just the room but the house as well. She sensed that he needed the space away from the darkness emanating from the home. The graveyard.

When they were at the side of the house opposite the bedroom, _y/n_ stopped. She looked down at his shoes, they had blood splatters on the toe. She looked _u/sf/d_ at him. His face was also splattered with blood. _y/n_ reached over, pulling the cuff of her white sleeve over her palm; she started wiping away the viscous red fluid from his sharp facial features. _y/n_ reflected for a moment on how attractive Aaron really was, with his stoicism and strong jaw, and how terrible a time it was for such thoughts to surface. _y/n_ pushed them away as Hotch seemed to come to himself, as she moved her hand to the other side of his face. The blood smears here were larger. There was other matter that _y/n_ would rather not speculate on. Aaron’s left hand raised and pushed her own dirtied sleeve away from his face. Hotch seemed to take a small breath, and he looked like a child who had been caught doing something wrong. _y/n_ wondered if it was his showing emotion out in the open that he perceived as being bad. She looked back at him before he seemingly crumpled into _y/n_’s arms. Low sobs reverberated on her shoulder. Tears staining _y/n_’s already soiled shirt. _y/n_ was grateful the police cruisers were on the other side of the house. Parked on the gravel drive. _y/n_knew that they would have to move soon or else the team would come looking for them. She was sure Hotch would not want to be found in such a compromised state.

_y/n_ didn’t know what else to say than, “I’m sorry Hotch. I know it’s sick and fucked up, but at least there’s no one else he can hurt. Not even himself.” And it was true. It burned _y/n_ that Mr. Plathville would face no consequences for his crimes of passion, but when an unsub took the end into their own hands, there was a certain finality to the matter. There would be fewer interviews and less press. There wouldn’t be a trial or the need for written testimony from everyone involved. It felt like a twisted prize for a game no one had asked to play. After a moment, Aaron replied softly, “It’s not that. Or it is that and some other stuff. I don’t know why I’m like this. I’m sorry.” _y/n_ frowned and pulled away a bit. Hotch looked at her with eyes asking, begging for her to stay. She took his right hand which was hanging limply at his side and said, “Let’s just walk down the drive and back. It will give you a moment to compose yourself. Get your thoughts in order. “Aaron seemed to hesitate and said, “But the police… the team, they might.” _y/n_ cut him off gently saying, “They can wait. The cops have plenty of people to interview and material to bag and tag. They can wait while we take a five-minute walk.

_y/n_ found that walking got people talking. Particularly if the people were not wanting to open up. The movement and change of scenery seemed to give whomever she was walking with a breather and a chance to let out some thoughts if they wanted. If they didn’t, then at least they’d both gotten some fresh air. This technique had worked with Morgan, JJ, and Em. I had not worked with Spencer, but Spencer spoke so freely all the time that if he had something he didn’t want to share, then he didn’t want to share, and she understood that. This was the first time she was trying this method on Aaron. As they made it halfway up the drive, and not so much to her shock, Hotch let out a sigh and said, “It was Jack’s birthday yesterday…” _y/n_ looked over to him briefly. His eyes were on the ground, Glued to it. She knew that wasn’t the whole issue, but _y/n_ replied, “I’m sorry you had to miss that for this mess.”

They kept walking. and Aaron let out another breath and continued, “When I see people like Plathville, I see my father. I see a bit of myself in him as well.” _y/n_ furrowed her brow and turned to look at him, walking backward, matching his pace. She didn’t know a lot about Hotch’s father apart from the fact that he was dead and had hurt Aaron very badly. Perhaps she could see a correlation there between the unsub and Hotchner Sr., but she couldn’t see how Hotch was at all like either man. She asked for clarity saying, “What do you mean? I don’t see how you’re like either of those monsters. You’re tied to your father by blood, but he’s gone.” Aaron looked at her and then back down the dark path they were on. A lone streetlamp shone at the end of the road. They reached it and turned back before Aaron said, “It’s a pattern. They were both absent fathers. They both lashed out at things and people. And look at me. I hardly see Jack. It feels like once in a blue moon. And I might not be lashing out at people because my job takes out that stress. But look at me in the office, I’m still anal about things. I just see these patterns. I don’t want to fail as a father, and I feel like I am.” And there it was. There was the crux of his emotions and _y/n_ ached for his pain, for his fear, even if it seemed unfounded to her. It certainly wasn’t unfounded to him, and she’d never say that. As they moved back toward the house. _y/n_ was wording and rewording her response again and again in her head; she couldn’t quite seem to come up with the perfect response. It all sounded too close to “I love you and other people love you too, can’t you see that?” She felt the hairs picked up on the back of her neck and she looked over to Aaron. He was staring at her, Asking for some kind of reply. They were near the house again and she stopped, and he stopped too. Now _y/n_ gave a sigh, her breath making a little cloud in front of her face. She finally replied, “Aaron, I don’t know what this is going to sound like to you, but here it is. I think you’re tired. I haven’t seen you sleep in three days straight because this case is so close to you. It’s close because it involves a group of people who can’t protect themselves, or their children. And I think in some ways after Haley filed, you think that you can’t protect her or Jack either. But Aaron, you’ve handled everything there with as much grace and compassion as you could. You did what Haley wanted and you still try and look after them. And maybe you don’t see Jack as often as you like, but you try. I hear you call him at night when the team’s away. And the stories you tell about when he spends the weekends over make it sound like you don’t just shower him with gifts or love bomb him. You’re trying to have a relationship with him. And I never hear you badmouth Haley, ever, which means your son can know that not all relationships work out but there can still be a kind of love and respect. A lot of kids don’t get that.” _y/n_ took a breath and she saw in his eyes that he was coming more to himself, as she finished stating, “And about you being like your father, yeah, genes are passed down, but I don’t believe that people are born bad. I think something bad happens to them and you either continue the cycle or break it. And you’re far too kind of a person, even if you don’t show it, to keep doing what you’re father did. You’d never do those things to another person. You’re not him Hotch. You never will be.”

_y/n_ looked at him to see what his reaction to her words would be. Aaron looked like he might cry again, but was holding back those emotions. She hoped she hadn’t overstepped some emotional or professional line, but she didn’t have time to ask as Hotch stepped forward and wrapped her in a hug. His warm body enveloped her in the cold night. His breath fanned the _s/l_ hair at the nape of her neck. He whispered, “Thank you for that, _y/n_. I needed to hear that.” When Aaron pulled back, he was himself again. He nodded and motioned his head toward the house. As he attempted to move forward, _y/n_ grabbed his coat sleeve, and he looked at her confused. _y/n_ said, “Wipe the left side of your face Hotch. It’s still bloody.” Aaron rolled his eyes and chuckled softly. They both started walking back to the house, and he wiped off his face. As they walked back, there was an understanding that something deeper had happened between them. As Aaron moved past the cruisers with red and blue lights still flashing, he raised the caution tape for _y/n_, and as she stepped under it. Aaron looked at her and felt a warmth seep through him. It bit through the cold outside, and he didn’t mind it.

Aaron pulled his mind out of the haze that was focused on the sounds that _y/n_ had made last Saturday morning. Her moans and whimpers rang in his ears for a second longer. He was thankfully snapped back to the interior of the jet as a bit of turbulence rocked the aircraft. Aaron cleared his throat and moved to the coffee maker. He made himself a cup of black coffee first. He shot a prayer up to any possible deity up there that his body and mind had not synced enough for him to be aroused by his mind's inappropriate wandering. Having to hide an erection wasn’t his idea of a fun time. It had happened once or twice before and he had to rush to the bathroom and splash cold water on his face and neck. When Hotch’s cup was done, he moved another clean styrofoam cup under the dispenser and started making _y/n_’s _t/c_. He stifled a yawn. He had spent much of the last two days working on field reports and revising the FBI’s security training. It was woefully behind the times. He had coordinated with Penelope and as helpful as Garcia was in terms of the technological aspects of cyber security, the lingo and Pen’s energy had worn him out a bit. The Keurig beeped, indicating _y/n_’s drink was done. He doctored the beverage as she liked. Aaron half blamed his wandering mind on his lack of sleep and the case. Spencer’s clear voice cut through all the others and he was talking about the more interesting sexual elements of Freud’s theories including the more lurid Oedipus and Xena complexes. Reid was going on about how the notes from the unsub seemed to really dive into those theories even though there was no sexual aspect to the case yet. Hotch grabbed _y/n_’s cup and moved back to the final group he had not spoken with yet.

He sat next to _y/n_ and handed her her cup. _y/n_ looked at Hotch and gave him a small smile before taking a sip of her drink. _y/n_ had a random thought, as she mulled over the bizarre nature of the case. She said aloud, “What do you think Freud would think about people using his theories like this? I mean he was odd and problematic, but not that odd.” Aaron had his eyes closed, and he replied without even thinking said, “I think Freud would say we should fuck.” _y/n_ nearly spat out her drink. The liquid burned her throat as it went down. Hotch caught his mistake and flushed, quickly amending his statement saying, “I mean if Freud were still here, he would probably think the unsub would want to have intercourse with his victims. It could either be latent sexual attraction or transference of sexual desire for an authority figure like a parent or teacher. An attraction that shouldn’t be acted out.” Hotch could feel his ears burning, and he hid his face by taking a long drink of his coffee. The dark liquid burned his mouth but this pain was better than having to face to look of utter shock of his friends. Thankfully the awkwardness only lasted a second longer as Spencer picked up on his hurried line of thinking saying, “You could be right. This unsub might be impotent and killing as a means of sexual release. Or they could be killing as a displacement tactic for unwanted feelings.” Reid jumped into that conversation with a fervor and _y/n_ added her thoughts in too along with taking some notes on the comments Spence made.

Although Spencer didn’t choose to comment on what Hotch had said, when the Unit Chief looked over at Rossi, his friend had an eyebrow raised and an expression that said, “Really, Aaron?” Hotch closed his eyes, sighed, and rubbed a hand over his eyelids as if saying, “I’m tired. Alright?” When Aaron opened his eyes again, Rossi just gave a little shrug as if saying, “Hey. I have three ex-wives. I’m not one to judge.” The older man ever so slightly looked over to _y/n_ and gave a small smile. The team knew that Hotch was seeing _y/n_. They were all too perceptive not to tell. But what he had just said was more personal than the team needed to know. At least not yet. Aaron liked keeping his private life private, and he would have to apologize to _y/n_ for putting their personal business out there like that. He was just thankful that he had made that slip of the tongue in front of Spencer and Dave and not Morgan and Garcia. There would be no end to the gossip if that had been the case. Aaron sat back in his seat and did his best to put back on the Unit Chief facade. One great thing was that he was able to compartmentalize his emotions and what had just happened was just a blunder. He fell easily back into the conversation and made himself useful to the team.

The case was a wild one with the team being kept on their feet, as the unsub devolved into crazier and more complex kills. Thankfully the unsub, one Kathy Kittery got sloppy as her mind crumbled under the weight of her own brain. Thus, only one other victim was lost, the others, though traumatized would make it through the ordeal. Ms. Kittery was a therapist who had had her license revoked after having an affair with a client. Once she had taken that blow, she had moved to a second career that had always interested her. Being a Ranger in a State Park. However, as it turned out, the mental isolation did not help with her already troubled state and she had slipped into acting on her delusions, thus the need for the team to come in the first place. After the unsub had been arrested, the team, as normal, was assured that she wouldn’t be seeing freedom for a good long while. On the jet home, Aaron’s sexual comment was almost forgotten by everyone, including himself, but _y/n_ remembered and as she closed her eyes to sleep on the short flight back, her brain played out certain scenarios that she also wouldn’t want to be voiced in front of the others. When the jet touched down, the team disembarked and _y/n_ asked Aaron as they walked back to the main office, “So, what are you doing tomorrow?” Tomorrow was Saturday and she hoped that they could spend the day together or with Jack if he was staying over at Hotch’s that weekend. It felt like a while since they had had a good day to themselves. Work had piled up, and she longed for just a few solid hours with Aaron. Hotch, however, didn’t seem to pick up on her tone as he was tired. He replied in a monotone, “Probably filling out paperwork in the office I’m behind on like three cases worth and this makes a fourth.” _y/n_ pouted slightly. She knew she was being silly, but sometimes Aaron needed a break for his own good, and an idea started brewing in the back of her mind. If she had the nerve to do even half of what her head was cooking up, she would have done something she had been imagining for a long time. Longer than was appropriate probably. For the moment she just said, “Mhm. Sounds productive.” Hotch scoffed as they both entered the sliding glass door. Even he knew his life, and particularly weekends sounded miserable sometimes. After all, he was the one that put him through them.

The next afternoon, _y/n_ pulled up to the Quantico field office. She parked her car next to Aaron’s and set her employee parking pass on the dash so it could be seen by security. _y/n_ chuckled remembering the one time that Derek had forgotten his pass and had his Corvette towed on a Saturday. Her athletic friend had been so flustered, saying, “Oh come on! I work at the freaking FBI you’d think there would be some camera’s in this lot and they’d know I work here!” _y/n_ had laughed, patted his shoulder, and offered him a ride to the impound lot to pick up his flashy car. As _y/n_ moved through the mostly empty lot she smiled. Not that she expected there to be a lot of people at the office on a Saturday afternoon, but it boded well for what she had in mind. As entered the office and was waived through security quickly, she hadn’t brought her gun or anything important with her. She entered the bullpen and looked up at Hotch’s office. His lights were on and she could see him looking at something on his desk. It was most likely a field report. The bullpen was empty and most of the lamps on the desks were off. One or two burned brightly in the soft space. One or two of the agents must have forgotten to turn them off in the rush to get home on Friday. She turned off the lamps as she texted Aaron, “Hey, you at the office?” She looked up at his office window and his head turned to the side. Clearly, he had just received her message. His left hand raised and a second later her phone beeped. Hotch had sent back a simple “Yes.” He was never one to be overly elaborate over text. If he was forced to type more than one full paragraph he would just give up and call instead. _y/n_ always chalked it up to his hands being too big for the small phone screen. He probably made a lot of accidental typos with his thumbs and had to go back and correct them which seemed like a thing that would annoy him to no end, even if he did have autocorrect on his phone. _y/n_ took a breath as she looked at Aaron again. He was back to his paper. _y/n_ had jokingly said she would do this if the spirit led her, but somehow seemed like the dirty things she was picturing in her head were driving her up the stairs and not ‘the spirit.’ Outside Hotch’s door, she knocked once and then turned the knob. She stepped into the dimly lit room and closed the door behind her. She softly said, “Hey Hotch, how are the papers going?” Aaron looked up from his desk. He did a bit of a double take as his eyes flicked to his phone and then back to her. His eyes held a hint of surprise, warmth, and general confusion as he said, “_y/n_. What are you doing here? Do you need something?” _y/n_ couldn’t help but flush already. Hotch was just too cute sometimes; especially when he wasn’t trying.

_y/n_ smiled at him and took a seat across from him at his desk. _y/n_ sighed and said, “I was just bored I guess. I had nothing better to do, so why not give you a hand with your paperwork? Maybe I can get you out of here earlier than five p.m. on a Saturday?” Aaron raised a brow. He highly doubted that that was _y/n_’s only reason for being here, but he wouldn’t question her. Instead, he picked up a case file, and set it in front of her saying, “Suit yourself, love.” _y/n_ flushed again and pulled one of Aaron’s ballpoint pens out of the cup he kept a stash in. _y/n_ wondered how many pens he dried up per year, but wasn’t in the mood for calculus problems right now. Instead, she opened the file and started working on the first page. She had to take it for at least ten minutes before she made a move. _y/n_ assumed if she outright said, “Hey wanna have sex in your office there would be two simultaneous outcomes. The first was that she would no longer be Aaron Hotchner’s partner and that she would be a former FBI Behavioral Analyst. Neither of which sounded very appealing. So she took her time.

When Aaron seemed absorbed in his work again, she slipped off her shoe and moved her foot across the space between her side of the desk and his. It was a bit of a reach, but she managed to brush Aaron’s ankle and the inside of his trouser leg. That did it and Aaron’s eyes snapped to hers. They were dark, hiding emotions that he often kept at bay. He cleared his throat and said, “_y/n_, really?” You chuckled and said, “Sorry. I just like to see you flustered.” _y/n_ pulled her leg back and Aaron watched as she flushed but returned to her papers. _y/n_ knew he liked it when she was a tease sometimes and that was her plan for this potentially risky act she was trying to have with Hotch. After another ten minutes, _y/n_ repeated the same action, except this time she moved her foot higher up his leg She applied gentle pressure to the inside of his leg. His grey trousers were cool under her foot as they moved up past the knee and onto his inner thigh. Her dark stockings were the only barrier between her skin and the fabric of his pants. _y/n_ looked up at him and he let out a soft breath as if his brain hadn’t caught up with his body yet. When the two entities of mind of body did collide his brows furrowed trying to reconcile the pleasure coursing through his body and the fact that this shouldn’t be happening in his office.

Before he could make any protestation, _y/n_ cut him off saying, “So, ‘Freud said we should fuck’ did he?” This reminder of his slip of the tongue gagged Aaron momentarily. It gave _y/n_ enough time to shift lower in her chair and slip her foot high enough to press over his crotch. Aaron let out a little grunt at the contact. _y/n_ continued to run her foot over his zipper, up and down in a rhythmic pattern. _y/n_ smiled as his eyes grew hazy with desire. A look she’d seen on him often, just not in his office. Never in his office. But she had dreamed about it plenty. She’d woken soaked on occasions with the notion of Aaron having her in his office, blinds drawn tight as they made love in the enclosed space. Aaron stuttered trying to make a coherent sentence, but his cock slowly hardening in his pants was not helping him at all. _y/n_ could feel it under her foot and continued to tease him saying, “You know you really shouldn’t make comments about our sex lives in front of a team of profilers. I think you owe me an apology?” _y/n_ pulled her foot away and Aaron groaned at the loss of contact, but suddenly his mind was more clear. Half of Aaron’s brain cursed _y/n_ for knowing just the right way to turn him on. The other half was already imagining her splayed out on his desk as he ate her out, or pounded into her so hard that the desk left marks on her hips. Those thoughts alone had his member twitch against his belt and fly. To consumed in his thoughts, Aaron slipped off his own left shoe, and perhaps more gently than _y/n_ had, he moved his foot up her leg and to her cunt. _y/n_ opened her legs for him slightly pushing her _kl/s/m_ length skirt up a bit. Even wearing socks, Aaron could tell that _y/n_ was wet. The moan she made as he just brushed over her sex and him realize that he couldn’t wait. That he needed her, now. Hotch took away his foot and reveled in the needy noise _y/n_ also made at the lack of contact. Hotch moved quickly to his door, locking it from the inside before closing the shades to the office. His movements were hasty, jerky even. _y/n_ watched him, knowing the sexual tension must have built up since the last time they had been intimate.

_y/n_ wasn’t sure what Aaron had in mind but she did have to ask, “There aren’t any hidden cameras in here, right?” Hotch chuckled, the sound was throaty, and he replied, “Not that I know of. And if they are, then at least we’ll both be fired.” _y/n_ laughed at this and took his hand; she led him back to his office chair. _y/n_ appreciated that he had a sense of humor in these moments that were new to him. _y/n_ knew that she pushed him to do things he hadn’t before both in and out of the bedroom, but he never complained and the bulge in his pants told her that he was already looking forward to what she was about to do for him. Aaron looked up at her a bit amazed at the things she could make him do. Never in his life had he thought he would be able to act out his fantasy. _y/n_ leaned down and kissed him softly at first and then with more hunger and ferocity. Aaron reciprocated in turn. As their lips looked in a passionate heated kiss, _y/n_ moved her hands to the belt that kept his trousers in place over his trim hips. It wasn’t as hard as _y/n_ had imagined taking off his belt without looking. The cool metal of the clasp heated against your skin. You moved to his pant’s button and zipper next. _y/n_ didn’t want to wait around anymore and once his grey briefs and thick arousal were freed, _y/n_ started palming his erection with a steady hand. Once her hand started stroking him, Aaron let out a gasp. He opened his mouth enough for her to slip her tongue into his mouth. He breathed in her throat and had her make a small contented noise as she explored the well-known concaves of his mouth. _y/n_ would never consider herself a sex expert, but when it came to new positions or scenarios with intimacy and Hotch, she often found it helpful if she took the lead. Warming him up to the idea. Making him feel comfortable and safe before they kept doing whatever it was they were trying. Oftentimes Aaron would jump on board and take the reigns, which she adored. She loved it when he told her what to do, how to lie. Everything. It was one of Aaron’s most attractive traits.

_y/n_ pulled her mouth away from his and wrapped her hand around his cock, more steadily pumping his length. Aaron said her name as he started moving his hips to meet her pace. His body responded to her touch. _y/n_ smiled at him and moved away for a moment, pushing his chair back enough for her to kneel under his desk. Aaron pushed his hips up and let _y/n_ pull his pants down, exposing his cock to the cold air. Hotch took a few steadying breaths. He knew what was to come, _y/n_ gave some of the best head that he had ever had and the anticipation of her lips on her member had him panting already. He said, “Can you not kneel all the way down like that, love? I want to touch you while you’re dining me?” _y/n_ smiled, relishing the fact that he was already taking a small amount of control of the situation. She nodded and said, “Of course Aaron, anything you ask.” With his request in mind, _y/n_ got up on her knees. It was helpful because she needed the reach to be able to lean over and take his tip in her mouth. She swirled her tongue over the top and slit, sucking at it like some rare candy. Hotch groaned as she moved her head down his length slightly. _y/n_ took in his width and length with surprising ease. He was always surprised by her ability to take him. It only made her more attractive to him. As his head swam with pleasure and endorphins, he moved his own body forward and down a little. His head almost rested on her shoulder as he moved his long arm to feel between her legs and upper thighs. He slid his hand down and over between her skirt. As he started rubbing her clothed sex, _y/n_ moaned over his cock. She took a second before she kept moving her head further down him. Her mouth and tongue doing things to him that almost made him see stars. His left hand kept massaging her wet, clothed folds while his right pushed up her shift and kneaded her breasts in turn over her _y/f/c/a/s_ bra. Aaron could feel her nipples grow rigid under her bra and he moved his hand under the intimate article of clothing that covered her chest. He squeezed her right breast and squeezed her nipple. As _y/n_ started moving her head up and down his whole length, Aaron matched her pace with his hand on her clit, pushing and pulling sensations out of her. It turned out Hotch was so aroused, so excited that he kept moving his hand faster over her sex and clit, and _y/n_ kept up her own pace. Aaron panted and tipped his head back as he released some precome and she moved off him sucking it off of him. As she moved to take him in her mouth again, Aaron stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. _y/n_’s mind and body were also hazy with desire. Her entrance ached to be filled by Hotch more fully. His hand was amazing, but nothing beat him seating himself in her fully and then fucking her to the heavens.

Aaron could see this desire in her. A desire for him alone. Aaron pulled her onto shaky feet. He stood as well. He kissed her again, the beginning of stubble running over her chin and jaw. He pushed his pants and briefs fully off his legs and undid the side zipper of her skirt. He let it fall onto the beige carpet. He pulled back from her mouth and slipped his hands at the elastic of her stockings. He was too impatient to pull them down gingerly. Instead, he used just a bit of his strength to rip them down the center seam. _y/n_ let out an exhalation of breath. She knew it was going to get good now. Not that it hadn’t been good before, but she knew that it could get even better than his thumb and middle finger rubbing against her sex and clit. Aaron looked at her panties and noticed how they matched her bra. He murmured, “You had this all planned, didn’t you, you little devil?” _y/n_ gave him a wink and said, “Maybe just a little. You mad about it?” Hotch let out a little throaty growl and slipped his fingers under the band of her underwear. When they were on the floor, he moved to the desk. He pushed his files to the side along with the batch that _y/n_ had been working so diligently on a few minutes ago. He might desperately want to bend her over his desk, but he wasn’t so stupid to waste three good hours of work by having his files fly all over the place while he fucked _y/n_.

Once the forms were safely on the other side of the desk, Aaron grabbed her hips, turned her body 180 degrees, and then pressed her upper body flush to the hard dark wood of his desk. Hotch had unbuttoned her shirt and her skin felt cool against Hotch’s desk. She anticipated Aaron’s next move as he moved behind her slowly. Hotch pumped his throbbing length once or twice to ready himself. Another bead of precum moved to his tip and he wet his member with it. Even if he was ready and _y/n_ was ready, some of her wetness was even dripping down her thigh, Hotch was going to tease her still, as she had teased him. Aaron moved right next to her and slid his cock up and down her entrance, slightly pressing at the space that was begging for him. Aaron used his left hand to stroke over her weeping sex and _y/n_ moaned saying, “A-aron. Please. Please fuck me. Oh god.” Aaron looked at his length now coated in his and _y/n_’s excitement. It didn’t take more than her words for him to press himself into her fully with a measured thrust. _y/n_ let her out a breath and Hotch could feel her body press into the side of the desk. Aaron pulled out and pressed in again. _y/n_ let out a whimper and there was a slight squelching sound and he began to move in and out of her more quickly. Aaron's thick cock filled her fully and Hotch watched as he pushed in and out of her building his speed. The veins of his length ribbed her insides and _y/n_ almost let her feet go from under her, the desk and Aaron holding up her weight as he kept pressing into her with a relentless pace. _y/n_ could feel him fill her fully, pressing his whole member deep inside her. Aaron knew just how to move his hips to hit her sweet spot and she was panting and babbling in under a minute. Aaron moved one hand to her mouth whispering, “Shhh, now. We wouldn’t want to get caught, now would we?” _y/n_ wanted to protest and say, ‘You know no one is out there, Hotch,’ but her head was so full of lust, desire, and longing to let go. Aaron’s movements had her desire building and she knew Aaron could feel it too. Hotch picked up the pace, rapidly thrusting into her. He moved his left hand to her clit and let go of her mouth so she could let out a litany of sounds. As he kept his fast pace and circled her clit, her body pushed roughly against his desk with every thrust, she whimpered, “I...I’m gonna come, Aaron.” Hotch smiled and leaned down so his chest was flush with her back. His hand on her outer erogenous zone moved quickly and _y/n_’s walls fluttered and then contracted against his cock. _y/n_ cried out and let go of everything, letting the pure bliss of her orgasm overcome her. The sounds of her release had Aaron climax as well. He groaned as he pushed into her a few more times as he let his spent his ejaculation into her. Their shared sounds of pleasure filled the room and Aaron considered how this was better than he could have ever imagined. _y/n_ though spent, felt the same way.

Hotch took a moment to catch his breath and after a minute he let out a contented sigh. He pulled out of _y/n_ gently. As _y/n_ similarly let out a hum of happiness. She loved the way he was so gentle with her at the end of their intimate encounters. Aaron helped her stand and led her to the couch at the side of the room. Neither exactly felt like saying anything in the soft afterglow of their shared experience. Aaron had her sit on the couch and pulled moved back to his desk. He opened the left drawer and pulled out a pocket square that he rarely wore. He found the linen handkerchiefs too formal and stuffy. And as someone who came off as formal and stuffy already, he didn’t need a fashion accessory to add to the impression. But now, the fabric would come in handy. Aaron walked back to the couch with the confidence of a man who had performed very well. _y/n_ would have laughed at his cockiness if he wasn’t so damn good at sex. The first they had done it, she was so tight that it would have hurt if he hadn’t helped prep her very well. Now he fit her perfectly and he knew it.

She smiled lazily at him as he knelt down and gently cleaned her up. He loved her, but if his or her release started staging his furniture, it might lead to awkward conversations later. When he was done cleaning her body, he wiped himself. He raised his head and said, “Was that everything you wanted darling? You did very well by the way. You felt so good for me. I hope I was the same for you?” _y/n_ beamed and said, “It was everything I wanted and more. Thanks for indulging me. Aar. But I do think you should get out of this office. Being cramped up in here isn’t good for you mentally, sexually, or physically. So what do you say we get out of here and get an early dinner and watch a Christmas movie at my place, huh?” Aaron chuckled and folded the soiled handkerchief to the clean side facing out. He put it in his pocket and smoothed down his now very crumpled shirt. He grabbed his pants and underwear along with _y/n_’s skirt and panties. He tossed them over to her and they both changed. As Aaron zipped up his pants, he said, “Sounds like I good plan. These papers can wait till Monday morning.” Somehow _y/n_ always seemed to know what he needed, and he wasn’t going to fight her on it now. Not after what they’d just done. As _y/n_ put her clothes back on, he paced his briefcase and packed _y/n_’s ripped tights inside with his other work. He wouldn’t just throw those away in the trash by the door. As he did this, _y/n_ moved behind him and gave him a hug saying softly, “You know I really liked those tights, so I expect a replacement stat, mister.” Hotch chuckled and said, “You got it, _y/n_, but you know I couldn’t help myself. Not when you tease me like that.” There was a shared laughter as Aaron turned off his lamp, grabbed his and _y/n_’s bag, and opened the door for both of them. He locked the door to his office behind him and trailed _y/n_. He had suddenly grown an appetite and asked, “So, what type of food are you feeling.” _y/n_ thought about it as they descended the stairs. She took his hand and said, “How about _y/f/t/f_?” Aaron smiled and said, “Sounds great!” _y/n_ rested her head against Aaorn’s shoulder and contemplated how lucky she was for him, and for Freudian slips.

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Ghostface | Pt.1

Pairing: Ghostface x female!reader

Prompt/summary: Being home alone was supposed to be the highlight of your week, but instead of a relaxing night off from work with the house to yourself, you’re tormented by a mysterious masked figure. Thinking that you were going to find yourself dead, you did what the man said in hopes of ending up alive. Instead you find yourself in a whirlwind of emotions with the man that claims he knows you.

Word count: 4.2K

Warnings/contents: Smut: Fingering and oral, unprotected sex. Strong language.

Notes: Unrealistic, just how I like my smut. Is this boring or have I proofread and changed things too many times that now I hate it?

You can read part 2 here!

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The actress on the television screamed loudly, waking you from your light slumber. With a yawn, you stretched your arms out above your head and barely made the effort to peek open your eyes. The room was completely dark other than the light from the television. The original Halloween movies had been on your ‘to-watch list’ for quite some time now, and you decided to take your first day off in a few weeks to finally sit down, relax, and watch them.

Unfortunately, working so many consecutive hours had made you so exhausted that you fell asleep near the beginning of the movie.

With a sleepy groan, you sat up and looked at the mess that was on the coffee table in front of you. An opened, half-empty can of soda sat beside empty take-out containers of leftover food from the other night. You stood, grabbing the trash and bringing it to the empty garbage can in the kitchen and headed for the sink to wash your hands in cold water, hoping that it may wake you up.

That was how that worked, right?

Your phone started to ring on the kitchen counter; you had left it there earlier in the night, knowing that nothing was going to distract you from the movie series. You assumed that it was simply your mother, calling in to check on the house and yourself. It was only 9 o’clock at night and you knew that she was worried about you. Despite being a fully grown adult yourself, this was the first time that you had ever been alone for so long.

However, it was hard to enjoy your week alone in the house when she was always calling.

By time that you dried your hands and made it to the counter, the call had ended. An unknown number popped up on your screen, along with a few messages from your friend about this guy that she was interested in. You leaned against the counter, clicking her messages and going to reply to her ramblings: “The way his hair smells is heavenly, (y/n)” was the last text you had received.

You chuckled and quickly typed out a response: “Why do you even know that?”

Before you could even turn your phone off, bubbles on her end of the chat thread popped up: “We’re studying together tonight, remember?” (You hadn’t) “I need you! Where have you been??”

You replied quick: “Asleep. Work has been draining me. I say just go for it.” You watched the bubbles in a trance, but before her message came through you were cut out of your thoughts by the sight of your own face when the screen darkened as another call came in. Your eyes darted to the top of the screen, expecting to see your mothers contact photo, but instead you frowned.

“No called ID?” You asked aloud, though you assumed that it would stop in a second; you had been getting a lot of spam calls recently and that was often how they came through to you and then left a voicemail about your crippling debt— that you didn’t have. When the call didn’t stop after a few rings, you decided to answer it, knowing they’d leave you a voicemail anyways; maybe telling them to fuck off would get you off their list for being rude at whatever time it was there. “What?” You spoke plainly, assuming that a computer like voice of some overworked and underpaid person was going to be on the other end of the line.

Instead, you were met with a distorted male voice that you had never heard before.

“Hello, (y/n).” You frowned again, wondering if one of your friends was trying to play a prank on you; it was the most logical thought you could come up with at the moment.

“Who is this?”

“I’ll give you three guesses.” You paused for a moment, wracking your brain for one of your friends that would want to do this at 9 o’clock at night on your only night off in weeks.

“Randy?”

“No.”

“Stu?”

“Nope.”

“Tatum? Sidney?” The sound of them tutting their tongue on the other end cut you off.

“I said you get three guesses.”

“And I was wrong on all of them, I obviously don’t even know you. So are you going to tell me who you are or what?” You asked irritably. You didn’t want to play any of their games tonight.

“I was going to, but now you’ve broken the rules.”

“Alright, well I’m gonna hang up then. Call me back when you decide to lose the voice.” You went to bring your phone away from your ear before the voice spoke again, this time in a softer, smoother tone.

“Hey— wait. Don’t hang up.” You sighed and walked towards the sofa again. “What are you doing all alone tonight?” You were going to answer before you hesitated, even stopping your movement.

How did he know you were alone? It had to be someone you were close to. It couldn’t be your friend— she was with that guy. Nothing would keep her from him. Mustering your bravest tone, you spoke again.

“I’ll tell you when you tell me who the fuck you are.” Again, the stranger tutted their tongue.

“Someone sure doesn’t have any manners.” Your phone buzzed against your face from the messages that your friend was sending you, but you were far too distracted to think about replying right now. “Shouldn’t you be nicer to people that you don’t know?” When you were quiet, the stranger spoke again. “Let’s play a game.”

“What is this— Saw?” You scoffed. “I’m not going to wake up in some death trap am I? I’d like to keep my skull in-tact, not ripped apart by some skull-crusher-doodad-two-hundred-fifty-three.” A chuckle emitted from the stranger— it made your arm break out in goosebumps.

Who was this prick?

“I want you to answer a few simple questions. If you win, you get a prize. If I win, I do.”

“What’s my prize?”

“You’ll find out if you win.” Before you could speak, the stranger cut you off. “Question one: who was Dr. Lawrence locked in the bathroom with in the first Saw movie.” With a sigh, you decided to play along. What was the worst that happened? It was probably just some fifteen year old kid and his friends doing prank calls to whoever answered.

“Adam.”

“Very good.” The stranger praised you. “Who created Pet Cemetery?”

“Stephen King,” you answered as if the person on the other line should have given you something harder. “How many questions is there going to be?”

“Almost there.” He spoke. “When did the original Halloween come out?” You glanced towards the movie case that was sitting on the television stand; how would he know if you cheated?

Instead, you trusted your memory.

“1978…?” Things were quiet for a moment; did you get it wrong? You were about to reach for the case when the stranger spoke up again.

“You sure know your movies.”

“They were easy questions.”

“Bonus round: where am I?” He spoke, ignoring you.

You scoffed.

“Let me think— your house?” Your eyes rolled, but he spoke again— this time in a tone that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You weren’t sure why, but you suddenly got an intense feeling of pure dread that only the horror of the unknown could duplicate.

“No. Try again.”

“A creepy alleyway?”

“Closer than that.” You swallowed hard and peeked out of the door to your backyard. It was pitch black and the reflection from the television was the only thing you could see. “Warmer.” Your breath audibly hitched in your throat.

“Where the fuck are you?”

“Closer than that.” Wordlessly, your mouth dry and cottony, you stood and crept towards the backdoor. You flipped the light on and looked around. “I said that I was closer than that.” You were afraid to turn your back on the window, but the sudden fear that he was right behind you crept up your spine; you eyed your reflection in the window and tried seeing behind you in case he popped out of nowhere.

“What is this? Good luck guessing exactly what I’m doing to try and freak me out?” The person on the other end of the line didn’t respond, but you knew that he was still there. You clenched your jaw and turned, looking around your perfectly quiet house. Your eyes locked onto the pantry that was in the kitchen.

There was no way that he was in here, right? You would have known.

But your nap. You were asleep for the good half of two hours. He could have snuck into your house without you even knowing.

But wouldn’t you be able to hear him clearly if he was in the house let alone in the pantry?

Still, worry itched at the back of your throat as you took a few tentative steps towards the walk-in pantry. You had to know.

Your hands were clammy as you reached for the handle and quickly slammed it open. A breath left you when there was nothing there but a few bags of cereal, chips, and dry foods in there. Your body started to relax before a devious chuckle made your entire being stiffen once again.

“Try again.”

“If you’re in my fucking house I’m going to kill you.” You spoke, knowing that the only thing you really had to defend yourself was all the way upstairs by your bed. A metal baseball bat that you had always dreamed of slamming into someones kneecaps.

But he wouldn’t know you were defenseless, would he?

“How will I give you your prize if you kill me?” The strangers voice was patronizing.

“What if I don’t want what you have to give me?”

“You don’t get to choose.” Things were quiet for a moment before you spoke again.

“Are you in a closet?”

“No.”

“Under a bed?”

“No.” Your eyes landed on the basement door; it was mostly for storage, but it was unfinished and it had always scared you. Ever since you were little you’d hated going down there.

“Are you in the basement?”

“No.”

“You wouldn’t tell me if I guessed right, would you?” Your voice was low, almost breathless now.

“No.”

“I don’t want to play your games anymore.”

“You don’t get that choice either.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“You failed that game before; do you really want to again?”

“I’m gonna call the cops.”

“They won’t be here by the time I get to you.”

“What do you want?” You asked, trying not to sound desperate as your voice strained.

“You.” His words were simple and completely unhelpful.

“Me? To what? Be dead? Strung up like a Halloween prop?” The stranger hummed for a moment as if he was thinking.

“Close enough.”

“Why don’t you just come out and kill me already? You know nobody else is home.”

“I know everyone is gone for the week.” Was all he said.

“Do I know you?”

“Yes.”

“Then what’s to stop me from going to the cops when I find out exactly who you are— because I will find out.”

“If you do that, I’ll have to kill you— and I don’t want to do that. I always have my eyes on you, (y/n). Always.” The floorboards in the other room by the front door creaked, and you couldn’t help but feel as if that was on purpose. You swallowed the lump in your throat, grasping one hand against the flat wall and creeping towards the hallway. Nobody was in there.

“Would you just come out? Please? I’d like to think that I deserve to see you if you’re going to kill me.”

“Not tonight. If you behave, maybe never.”

“There’s nothing I can do anyways. You know I don’t have anything to hurt you with and you’re clearly ready for anything I could possibly do. Just come out.” Things were silent for a moment, so you spoke again. “Please? I… I guess I’m ready for my prize. I won, right?” You looked around the room when floorboards creaked again, but you were alone. Things were deadly quiet in the house. “Hello?” You had previously heard quiet breathing on the other end of the line: now, there was nothing.

You pulled your phone back from your face and sighed when you saw it light up to the text messages from your friend. Your legs were frozen to the ground as you shoved your phone into your pocket. You faced a doorway, but your back was to another.

Somehow, speaking to the man made everything less scary. At least you would have had a better chance to know when he was getting closer. Now you were left in dead silence, only hearing the wind howling outside.

Terror like you had never felt before made your nipples harden when the floorboards behind you creaked. Your breath was quick to pick up in heaves as you slightly turned your head to the side. You knew that he was behind you now, but you couldn’t move. Your hands shook as you forced your eyes shut, squeezing them tightly, waiting for something— anything— to happen.

But nothing did. The suspense was eating away at your skin.

With one quick, bold movement, you turned and moved to the side to press your back against the wall by the staircase. You were hoping that there would be nothing there like before, but instead you were faced with a tall, masked figure in a Halloween costume you had seen in the store earlier this month. He stood only a few feet away from you with a knife glistening in his gloved hand.

“Fuck… shit… fuck…” You mumbled beneath your breath. “This is some kind of a prank, isn’t it?” Your heart jumped when the figure took a slow step towards you. “What are you going to do to me?” You asked, angry with yourself for how fearful your voice sounded. You knew that it was just what the man wanted. “If my prize is getting gutted, I don’t want it.” As you spoke, the knife seemed to disappear up the sleeve of the costume he wore as he took another step closer to you. “I swear to fucking—“

“You shouldn’t swear.” The man cut you off, sounding the exact same in person as he had over the phone. Smooth and sensual, terrifying and mysterious. The man took another step towards you, only stopping when he was so close that you could hear his breathing behind the mask. “Don’t you want your prize?” Your hands were quickly grabbed by his hand, and when you struggled, his impossible grasp only got tighter as he yanked you close against him. You closed your eyes and turned your head as the mouth of the plastic mask bumped against your cheek. “Why are you so scared, (y/n)? I thought that you weren’t ever afraid.” His voice was low. When you were quiet, the man yanked at you again. “I asked you a question.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You asked shakily. “If you’re going to kill me then would you just do it?” You finally looked at the man, eyes searching where his were behind the mask but finding nothing.

“I told you— I’m not going to kill you.” You let out a quiet sigh— in relief? Because you had been so afraid you forgot how to breathe? You didn’t know, but your entire body was still stiff. “Go upstairs.” The man said as he took a step back.

Finally, your feet moved. You hoped that the man would leave if you did what he said. He changed his grasp on your wrist and guided you up the stairs. You were surprised that you didn’t feel the sharp point of a knife against your back.

The only prize that you wanted was to wake up safe in your home in front of the television and this man being gone from your life forever.

You wondered how he knew your room so well as he nudged you in the direction of your bedroom. Was it a lucky guess or had he been watching you for longer than you could have ever known?

When you stepped inside, the light was flipped on, the door shut, and shortly afterwards you were shoved onto your bed. Everything looked normal in your room— it was clear that however long he had been in your house, he hadn’t touched a single thing— or he’d done everything right to keep things looking the same. But why would he care about that if it was just you anyways?

You looked at the man and clenched your jaw.

“I don’t think I want what you have to give me anymore.” The man didn’t speak, instead he pulled his gloves off and let them fall onto the end of the bed. You moved back on your bed until your back pressed against the headboard when he pressed a knee onto the end of your bed. The man pretended as if he hadn’t heard you— or maybe he simply didn’t care at all that you had spoke— and reached forward with two pairs of handcuffs in his grasp.

It was cold as he clamped it around your wrists and then to the bars on the headboard. You looked almost pleadingly at the man as he leaned back.

“I won’t say anything if you just leave. I promise.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He spoke, pulling a thick piece of black cloth from inside of the robe he wore. He leaned back in as you gave a shaky breath and blocked your eyes, tying the soft fabric in a tight knot behind your head.

You didn’t think that this could get worse, but being deprived of your vision was the cherry on top.

Cold metal pressed gently to your collarbone, sliding slowly across your skin and making you shiver. You knew exactly what it was and gulped as the knife lowered your shirt to expose your cleavage— or what was there with you not wearing a bra to hold your breasts up. Within a quick instant, the knife pulled away and your shirt was ripped in the middle. It was shoved to the side, exposing your bare breasts; the fan overhead was quick to harden your nipples which earned a devious chuckle from the man who easily lifted your hips and slid your pajama pants and underwear off.

You squirmed against the man who was quick to press the knife to your throat.

“Watch it or I’ll tie your legs down, too.” His hands grasped at your hips— shockingly warm and strong enough to leave a bruise as he lifted you up and rested the back of your knees over him. You squeezed your eyes shut so tight that it hurt, expecting the man to slam his dick inside of you. Instead, you gave a shock gasp when a warm tongue slid along your entrance. The mans tongue moved to press to your clit as two of his fingers pressed to your entrance. “You seem like you might be enjoying this.” He spoke as he was easily able to shove a finger inside of you. “Maybe you’re just as slutty as I imagined you were— getting turned on by a stranger fucking you.”

You had to admit, it was hard to keep quiet. Despite your fear, the mans finger was pressing just right inside if you and it had been a long time since someone had given you head— especially the amazing way that he was as his tongue swirled around your clit. You panted quietly and squirmed, unable to stop yourself as you gave out a low whimper.

A second finger pushed inside of you, teasing your insides with slow rubs as he sucked on your clit. You gave another soft moan, your toes curling as the man started to pump his fingers inside of you. You bit down on your lip, trying not to be too loud and express the pleasure that he was unfortunately making you feel— but it wasn’t working. It would have been impossible for the man not to notice your excitement as you squirmed against him— this time not being told to hold still like before.

Gently, unnoticeably to you, the man grinded himself against your bed.

This was something that he had wanted— craved— for so long.

Every little whimper, whine and moan that left you made his cock twitch as he fingered you, hitting spots that made you want to scream out in euphoria. You’d never been able to keep very quiet in bed, but this time you were given more reasons not to; most men you had sex with were mediocre, but even this was making you nearly unravel.

“Ooh— fuck,” you moaned out, broken with pleasure. Right afterwards, everything stopped. The man moved his fingers from inside of you, his mouth left you, and the bed shifted. The tickle of the costume that he wore tickled you as he leaned over you and pressed two wet fingers to your bottom lip.

Obediently, you opened your mouth and let him shove his fingers into your mouth. You sucked on his fingers, unable to see the quick lick of his lips as he watched you and reached to grope at your breast.

Nothing was said as the man pulled his fingers out of your mouth and moved. You heard the sound of a zipper as the bed creaked. You couldn’t help the twitching ache inside of you— certainly not when the strangers warm cockhead slid teasingly against your clit. You gave a shiver and a soft whimper, shifting on the bed as the head of his cock pushed inside of you.

Once he was slightly inside, he grasped at your thighs tight and lifted them around his waist, moving closer to you as he started to push himself inside of you. The stranger didn’t start slow— instead he was working inside of you as if he had been fucking you all night long. He teased you with rough thrusts, shoving himself all of the way inside of you before pulling back out and fucking your entrance with the tip of his cock.

By now you weren’t trying to contain the moans that were spilling out of your mouth. Occasionally the stranger would give soft grunts that you could barely hear against your own desperate sounding moans.

Your nipples tingled as he shoved all of himself inside of you again. This time, he stayed close, choosing not to tease you like before. Instead, he let you give into the pleasure that you were feeling— and clearly returning. The man grunted and breathed heavily as you clenched around him. His constant thrusts edged you towards an orgasm— one that nearly had you screaming as you came around his cock.

The man reached down, his fingers rubbing your clit— quickly— something that made you squirt around his cock and buck your hips against the man as overstimulation hit you. He didn’t stop this time either, grasping your hip tight with his free hand and continuing to thrust inside of you fast and hard. You moaned out desperately as his thrusts slowly became less methodical and started to become sloppy, but you gave a final loud scream when he thrusted inside of you one more time in a way that made your stomach churn.

He gave three more gentle, slow thrusts inside of you before he left you.

The man set your shaky legs down on the bed and moved to stand up. Nobody had ever cum inside of you before, and yet you knew exactly what the sensation felt like right now. The sound of a zipper hit your ears again, and soon after your hands were released from the handcuffs. Before he moved back, he leaned close— his face bare as his breath hit your cheek.

“Don’t move.” You nodded and waited, listening to his soft footsteps receding from the bed. The room suddenly went quiet.

You took a moment to catch your breath, hesitating for a few minutes before reaching up to pull the blindfold off of your eyes and down your neck. The room was empty, dead silent as if you had imagined everything. The only thing that let you know it was real was the wet spot beneath you on the bed and the ache deep inside of you.

Your window was left open, blowing in warm summer air and making the light curtains flow in the breeze as you shakily stood. Looking out of the window, you hoped to catch one final glimpse of the man.

But there was nothing. Only the fabric swaying slightly in the wind.

You closed the window, locking it and double checking after you shut your curtains, before you moved and sat on the end of your bed, still naked with a ripped shirt barely covering you. With a sigh, you pushed your hair back and looked around the empty room again. With one final, airy sigh, you spoke aloud to yourself.

“What the fuck.”

#scream 1996 #scream #scream x reader #scream x female reader #scream fluff #scream smut #scream franchise #scream billy loomis #scream stu macher #surprise character

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copperbadge · 4 months

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[ID: A photograph of a building in Chicago through my window; in one corner my spider plant is photobombing the image. Through the window, snow can be seen falling against the urban backdrop.]

It's snowing in Chicago for New Year's! Everyone who bought a cute cocktail dress to wear out to the parties tonight, I'm so sorry. Maybe invest in some kind of dramatic greatcoat that will keep your butts warm.

Me, I've put the stracotto di manzo on to slow cook (fourth dish I'm cooking, third course in the Festa Alla Cinque Cibi) and I'm about to sit on the sofa and not do much for a bit.

The stracotto di manzo recipe, like the burik recipe, comes from Portico, a Jewish-Italian cookbook (there's an online version here) and I did make a few alterations; I hope people know that whenever I talk about changing a recipe it's because I'm changing it to suit my tastes or laziness, and that's not a critique of the recipe. In this case, I halved the recipe since I'm only one man and four pounds of pot roast is too much. I also replaced the sauteed onions-celery-garlic mixture with my Special Sauce, but mainly because I had the Special Sauce handy and it's the same flavor profile more or less. No celery note, but I'm indifferent to celery.

[ID: three images; left, a photo into the instant pot, showing a golden-brown mess on the bottom; center, a bottle of Bay Bridge Vineyards Cabernet Sauvignon; right, the "special sauce" after the wine has been added, which is now a surprisingly appetizing-looking green liquid flecked with gold.]

The "special sauce" is a mixture of caramelized onions, roasted garlic, and my homemade pesto (roasted cashews, fresh basil, salt, roasted garlic, olive oil). I browned the beef chunks in olive oil and removed them, added the special sauce just long enough to get it good and hot, then added the wine and deglazed the pan. They say you should only ever cook with wine you'd drink, but I don't like wine at all, so like a good San Francisco boy I bought some California Cab in the $5-$10 range and hoped for the best. When it arrived it turned out it had been on markdown, so that is right there some of your finest $2.50 wine. I'll use the rest in a ragu sauce or to thin paint or something. How long does jet fuel keep in the fridge?

[ID: A shot into the instant-pot of large chunks of beef bubbling away in a red sauce, bits of gold "special sauce" still visible here and there. None of you can smell the garlic and basil I'm smelling right now but I wish you could.]

Anyway I didn't get a photo of the beef browning, but once the special sauce and red wine were on the boil, I added a massive can of tomato puree and the browned beef, brought it up to bubbling, then switched over to slow-cook. I've got it on the lowest possible setting but that might be slightly too low, so I'll check the temp in two hours and re-evaluate. It's just feeding me and I have no set time to eat, so if it takes all day it takes all day.

All that's left now is the second fry on the Carciofi Alla Giudia, which will be the last thing I do because you serve that warm and there's no real way to re-heat it after the second fry.

Breakfast was a slice of homemade pizza and like four amaretti cookies, because I am only ever classy by appointment.

#food #sam cooks #festa alla cinque cibi #I keep wanting to type cinque chibi #yes the feast of the five adorable manga characters #I think they call that Ouran High School Host Club

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bethanythebogwitch · 7 months

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Last week on Wet Beast Wednesday I covered some of the biggest animals ever so this week I'm going to do a complete 180 and talk about the smallest animals in this series so far. Not so small as to be micro-animals (I'm sure I'll get to tardigrades eventually) but pretty small. Meet the hydra, a genus of freshwater cnidarians that can be found in temperate and tropical water worldwide. There's a lot of neat stuff about these tiny critters. Such as the fact that they're immortal, but we'll get to that in good time.

(image id: several hydras attached to a rock. Each hydra is a long, anrrow tube that branches at the top into 4 or more thin tentacles. They are milky-white in color. Source: Jan Hamrsky)

Hydras are visually similar to tiny anemones, but they're more closely related to siphonophores and jellyfish. Their bodies are pretty simple, consisting of a tubular body. On one end of the body is the basal disc, a simple foot that adheres to substrate. On the other end of the tube is the mouth, which leads into the gut. Ringing the mouth are tentacles that are covered in stinging cells. The gut is pretty simple and like other cnidarians, it doesn't go all the way through. That's right, when a hydra poops it comes out the same way it went in. A typical hydra consists of 50,000 to 100,000 cells and I hope for their sake that none of them are used for taste. Hydras are diploblastic, consisting of two layers of cells. For comparison, all vertebrates are triploblasts, with three cell layers. The hydra's layers are the epidermis on the outside and the gastrodermis making up the gut. Separating the layers is a gelatinous matrix called the mesoglea that functions as a hydrostatic skeleton. Hydras can contract their bodies and will do so if disturbed. When fully extended, they reach no longer than 10 mm (0.4 in). Hydras are in the cnidarian subphylum medusozoa. Other animals in this subphylum go through two stages of their lifecycle, a polyp that attaches to some substrate and a free-swimming medusa. In most, the polyp is a larval stage that will metamorphose into a medusa during maturation. Hydras instead stay as polyps their entire life. This could be a form of neoteny, the retention of juvenile traits into adulthood. Like other cnidarians, hydras are radially symmetrical. What is most impressive about hydras are their regenerative abilities.

(image id: a drawn diagram of a cross-section of a hydra with labeled anatomical features. source)

Hydras are masters of regeneration. It is this trait that earned them their name, a reference to the hydra of Greek mythology, who would grow two new heads whenever one was severed. Chop a hydra in half and each will grow into a new hydra. Chop a hydra into many pieces and you will get many hydras. Their regeneration is so impressive that if you chop one up into many cells and put them next to each other, the cells will reassemble themselves back into the original hydra. Similarly, hydras primarily reproduce asexually through budding, where one hydra will grow a new hydra out of its body. The daughter hydra will eventually split off from the parent and go on to live independently (unlike certain people I knew in high school). The daughter hydra is a genetic clone of the parent. A hydra living in good conditions can make a new clone every few days. In some species, sexual reproduction is also possible and usually only done when conditions are poor. Depending on the species, individuals can be either hermaphrodites or dioecious (either male or female). Gametes are released into the water to fertilize. Imagine if you wanted to make a baby and to do so you took a handfull of sperm or eggs and threw them all over the place, hoping that someone else also did the same thing in the right time and place. Broadcast spawning is weird.

(image ID: photos of a hydra in the process of regeneration. The hydra is green. It is cut in half, creating a head and foot end. Additional photos taken over time show each end growing into a new hydra. source)

(image id: a pale white hydra growing a bud. the bud emerges from below the head and appears as a small tube. The head of the tube is branched into 5 small nubs that will grow into tentacles. )

Hydras are predators that feed on insect larvae, tiny invertebrates, and small enough fish larvae. They use their basal discs to attach to a hard surface like a rock or branch and extend their tentacles into the water. When something brushes against the tentacle, it triggers the stinging cells. These stinging cells are called nematocysts. Each nematocyst can release what is essentially a tiny harpoon that injects neurotoxin into the target. Nematocysts fire so fast that the harpoon can experience up to 40,000 Gs of pressure. Because nematocysts are tiny, an animal that touches a tentacle will be injected with venom from many of them, getting poisoned even more as they thrash about and get tangled up. The tentacle will then transfer the prey to the mouth. Hydras can swallow pretty large prey, expanding and contracting to fit the prey animal into them. It's kind of like a snake swallowing an egg bigger than its head. While typically sessile, hydras can move around. They can slither around on their basal discs, but when they need to move fast, they summersault. When summersaulting, a hydra will reach down and grab the ground with its tentacles. It then detaches the disc and moves it to a new position. This repeats until the hydra finds itself in a good spot. A speedy hydra can move a food few inches in a day. Hydras can also secrete gas bubbles from their basal discs to float around, upside-down, in the water. A hydra will usually only move from its spot in response to pressure such as predation, competition, or lack of food.

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(video: a video of a hydra capturing and eating a mosquito larva. It starts with the mosquito touching a tentacle, which adheres to and stings it. Once the larva is dead, the hydra pulls it in and gradually engulfs it. Despite the larva being larger than the hydra, the hydra can stretch its body to fully swallow the mosquito)

So about that immortality thing. Yeah, it's not just that hydras can regenerate from just about anything, they also don't age. They're kind of like Tolkien's elves in that while they won't die on their own, they can be killed. No undying lands for hydras though. As far as we know. It has been found that hydra stem cells can infinitely renew the body, preventing the effects of aging. This means that a hydra living in a place with no threats could theoretically just keep going forever. They can still die due to predation, disease, starvation, poor environment, and all the other usual suspects. We actually know the gene sequence responsible for this. I tried to read up on it, but genetics is way over my head and it literally game me a headache trying to read. Along with their longevity, hydras also have an incredible ability to repair damage to their DNA. This is important as damage or mutations in DNA accumulate with age. This is why cancer is primarily a disease of old age. As damage accumulates past the body's ability to repair it, eventually a mutation that causes cancer will come along. The longer you live, the more time this mutation has to occur. The hydra's ability to repair its DNA keeps them from all inevitably getting cancer. Naturally, scientists are hugely interested in hydra regeneration, DNA repair, and immunity to aging. If we could figure out how these things work and apply them to humans it would be huge. Expanded, perhaps even indefinite life spans with reduced effects of aging are obvious, but there are other applications. Better DNA repair could vastly reduce the chances of getting cancer or other genetic conditions while regeneration could potentially allow people to regrow limbs or organs. This is obviously still in the realm of speculation, but it's exciting to think about. In conclusion, all hail our immortal overlords, the hydras.

(image id: a hydra growing on the shell of a dead snail. The hydra is a pale yellow color and contracted, causing its midsection to bulge out. A bud is growing from one side of it. Source: Jan Hamrsky)

#wet beast wednesday #hydra #hydra animal #hydrozoan #cnidarians #biology #zoology #ecology #freshwater ecology #freshwater biology #aquatic biology #biological immortality #immortality #regeneration #not like doctor who #Youtube

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mindlesshark · 8 months

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“ The Day We Met ”

chapter three pt.2 -

‘What…the fuck just happened?’

story tags/warnings : ot8/reader, male reader, polymerous pack, possessive hints, mature series, bdsm, strangers to lovers/mates, fantasy, courting, fluff, angst, mc is just a sweetie pie, male omega reader, alpha!seonghwa, pack alpha!yunho, alpha!mingi, beta!hongjoong, beta!yeosang, omega!wooyoung, alpha!san, alpha!jongho, wooyoung hates reader?, reader is the same height as woozi from svt, 18+ only no minors!!

chapter tags : maybe short chapter, fluff

a/n note : (heart divider by @cafekitsune)

Setting the table Y/n divided the food into each plates with an extra plate of pancakes and waffles in the middle sending a quick photo to his bestfriend “i made breakfast!” Suddenly clicking off his phone when he heard the others starting to file into the kitchen. Seonghwa and mingi were the first to enter the kitchen staring in amazement. Y/n closely watched their reactions. Sure he was used to making breakfast for others like at his old family pack when he made breakfast for the pups at the daycare he worked at. But this was different, this was for his new pack that he’d hopefully be joining. “I hope this type of meal is okay, i usually only cook for the pups or lixie” he stated with a smile plastered to his face as the pack sat at the table beginning to eat. After a moment of silence compliments started to fill the air even the stubborn pack omega wooyoung even hummed in delight next to a sleepy jongho who was holding him in his lap.

“You made breakfast?! usually we just make cereal now a days, but this is wayyyy better” seonghwa muttered out. Sure they made simple breakfast’s sometimes but none of them could really cook. Although seonghwa could make certain meals. The last time the rest tried to cook, mingi for example, the food came out burnt but somehow uncooked on the inside.

“Oh my god am i even awake right now…hwa pinich me..this taste like literal heaven where have you been all my life!” hongjoong sighed out dramatically stuffing his mouth full.

San stayed glued to his pack alpha as they entered the bathroom. “wooyoung seems to be reacting better to all of this you know..he came back to the nest smelling all happy along with being drenched in y/n’s scent. we all know they playmated in the bath from all of y/n’s loud moans it was hard not to just barge in there a fuck him myself.” Yunho chuckled at the other alphas word’s although he was right y/n was no where near quiet. Which was surprising because wooyoung barely even did anything to him.

“im surprised he didn’t do more honestly you know how he is, what they did was nothing compared to other things he’s done. i know you’re jealous with how much you love to watch. just imagine being able to watch our omega fuck y/n to tears god i just know-“

“Sannie id rather not get a boner this early plus he just got here. He doesn’t even know our dynamics yet after he knows then- well he did give his verbal consent and he accepted our collar, then you all can get to know one another in your own little ways but remember i will be the first to claim him in the end if he agrees to officially join the pack. Not just as our ‘helper’ ” Placing a passionate kiss against san’s lips yunho smiled at him bumping their noses together.

Yunho coming out of the bathroom from brushing his teeth came up from behind y/n and hugged the small omega surprising him. “You didn’t have to do this you know?…hwa could have helped you” he said in a hushed tone rocking them lightly side to side. Some might say it was weird for the pack alpha so be so welcoming to an outsider especially one that was not apart of his pack but with last night’s reassurance he was filled with joy and relief. It was like watching the sunrise in the early morning, hearing the birds chirp signaling a new day as begun. Y/n fitted perfectly with the rest of the pack even if some were still reasonably questioning it. He knew from the moment they finally met that he was meant to be with him. With all eight of them, every single one.

Smiling brightly y/n turned to look at yunho. “It’s okay yall needed rest and that kind of my job yeah?” his voice having a hit of playful sass. Glancing around he counted the number of heads at the table soon frowning as there was one missing, yeosang. “Wait is sangie still sleep? You eat ill go get him!” Giving yunho a quick hug he grinned widely before scurrying off to fetch the missing beta.

Glancing towards the two hongjoong watched as y/n quickly walked back to his room.

Opening the door to his room y/n bounced in with a bubbly attitude which slowly dissipated once he spotted yeosangs facial expression. “oh you are awake i made breakfast! the others are already eating at the table but i made sure to-”

“Why does it smell like other omega in here. Not only that-…you know wooyoung is not gonna be happy once he finds out right?” It didn’t just smell like other omega in y/n’s nest let alone all of his clothes. Oh no, it smelt like sex, slick, specifically the few clothes inside his next that didn’t come from y/n and wooyoung’s actions from last night. Trust he knows all wooyoung’s scent by heart. Yeosang now understood why his fellow beta came to him fuming with jealousy. Although he was as jealous as joongie had been he was worried for how wooyoung would act. Those two were the worst when it came to being jealous and now soon to be territorial over the new omega. While y/n had been cooking yeosang made sure to take a shower and change his clothes for an extra measure just to make sure none of the unknown omega’s scent got on him from y/n’s nest. “I won’t tell him myself but you might want to consider letting him know. Woo isn’t good with feeling threatened especially by a fellow omega, if he sees this as someone trying to steal what now his.” He sighed calmly staring at y/n.

Y/n stood frozen in his spot, he didn’t think it would be that much of a disturbance. Racking his brain of any reason why the other omega would have a problem with another ones scent in his nest left him confused. It wasn’t like they’d done it- fuck wait now that he remembered him and lixie had done a few things before they left. Quoting felix’s words ‘this will for sure make sure our scents last for a while just incase we miss each other too much.’ Y/n and felix were best friends although they are more classified as fuck-with-buddies plus being bff’s. However in the heat of the moment y/n didn’t bother to think rationally about the situation. All he could the of was to defend himself. Defend his nest. “Its just lixie, my bestfriend from my old pack back at home. Plus none of you have any say in what or who’s scent i include in my nest. If you don’t like it then…then fuck off!” he growled out his scent souring into a burnt chocolate smell. ‘wrong, beta not like nest. wrong. wrong. mine.’ Stomping over to his bed and shoving the beta away from his nest, the bell on his collar ringing violently from his harsh movements. It was his nest anyway he almost felt offended. Was his nest not perfect? He had spent all of 30 minutes setting it up and perfecting it. It was natural to feel hurt by someone commenting of any aspect of an omega’s nest if it wasn’t positive. It was their safe space.

“I didn’t mean to offend you i was just warning yo-”

“Breakfast is on the table” was all he said the tips of y/n’s ears turning red as he took a deep breath leaving the beta speechless. Tears gathering in his eyes. Y/n knew he was being difficult a brat even, not willing to even hear yeosang out. He didn’t care it was too early in the morning.

Yeosang walked in the kitchen fixing himself a cup of coffee while the rest just stared at him. “Sangie what happened why does is smell like burnt cake? Did you and y/n argue i heard him yell” seonghwa voiced out with concern. Sure enough when he was about to continue the sound of a door slamming shut sounded out throughout the kitchen.

Yeosang shook his head letting out a mocking laugh, “All i did was try to give the omega a heads up on something and it didn’t go that well.” He found it all amusing really, yeah the other had all the reason to be slightly upset but he also knew y/n was just being a brat. The other could have easily talked it out like an adult but that didn’t happen nor did he expect it to. Sitting down at the table he glanced at wooyoung before giving san a knowing look ‘seems like you were right.’

Wooyoung then spoke up, “maybe i should go talk to him you probably offended him with your oblivious-ness” he giggled out joined by a couple others.

“No, its okay let him cool off i doubt you would wanna go in there right now anyway with-” yeosang said nonchalantly before hongjoong abruptly cut him off quickly changed the topic before the omega could question. “So since woo, sangie, mingi, and hwa have the day free maybe you all can help get to know y/n. Let him know everyones cycle schedules- the ones that are coming up so no one is caught off guard.” He’d rather not escalate the situation more than needed. Of course everyone else wouldn’t have as much as a problem with y/n having his bestfriends/fwb’s scent in his nest, wooyoung was just extremely possessive. Once everyone was done eating seonghwa collected all the dishes putting them the dishwasher while jongho gave everyone kisses goodbye followed by the rest who had dance practice. After he was done, seonghwa ushered the rest to go sit in the living room before sending wooyoung off to get y/n.

In y/n’s room, the omega had called felix ranting about what happened as he rearranged his nest for the fifth time. “You know i knew this was bound to happen, with you practically being their new omega of course one of them is going to have a problem with you smelling like someone else. Not to mention with you keeping my slick stained shorts that i TOLD you to give up, but your drunk omega brain refused” felix chuckled out whole heartily. He recalled how on the night before they had to leave they had play-mated round after round until he left y/n begging for him to cum inside and refusing to let him pull out until he had a plug to fill him instead. Felix watched y/n’s collar as he began defending himself, “hey that really suits you, the collar i mean, but anyway you and i know he didn’t mean to offend you he was just being reasonable. Plus he did apologize right? If i were whats his name..wooyoung? i would be unhappy too with some random omegas slick in who is supposed to be ‘my omegas’ nest.”

Y/n sat infront of the phone’s camera listening to felix’s words letting them sink into his brain. Maybe he did a bit much with slamming the door. Now that he had really thought about it, it did make sense. This wasn’t the first time he had something similar to this happen. Felix had accidentally messed up his nest while y/n was cooking blueberry pancakes leaving him to walk back into the room thinking he was taking it apart which left the small male fuming with hurt and anger. Y/n didn’t even bother listening to his explanation before he threw the spatula at him and shoved him out of his room. That was also the first time he growled at his best friend surprising them both. After talking it out y/n laughed at the memory joined by felix who began teasing him resulting in the in him threatening to bake his favorite brownies the next time they meet and not share a single one. Running a hand through his fluffy hair he turned around at someone knocking on the room door, “give me a second lixie” Getting up he hurried to open the door. “oh hi hyung!”

Wooyoung stared down at y/n, “May i come in? i heard you and sangie’s little argument and i wanted to check up on you. I know how his words can come off as harmful at times.” Welcoming himself in he walking around the room seeing how y/n had already began decorating the space with little plants. Smiling softly at the other wooyoung continued on, “Any who i came to also tell you that we wanted to continue our conversation from last night-…”

“Y/n-ie who was it? hellooo” felix yelled out into the phone curiously, spotting a attractive male now into the cameras view. Y/n glanced towards his phone that was propped up on his pillow as wooyoung stared it down along with the cloth near it. Nibbling on his bottom lip he hurriedly jumped onto the middle of his nest snatching his phone. “Oh uh- lixie i gotta go byeee” he blew a kiss before suddenly ending the call. Clutching his phone he slid off the bed walking to wooyoung, “I know what your thinking that was just my best friend lixie-”

Wooyoung’s scent turnt bitter as his eyes stayed on the bed, “Why does it smell like another omega. Do you even understand what that collar means? You are ours, mine! Yet here you have another omega’s slick stained fucking clothes in your nest.” He held back a growl as he stalked toward y/n suddenly smelling the unknown omega everywhere making him even more upset. Not to mention how y/n spoke of the unknown omega so fondly. “Was this some joke to you? you’re mine so why the fuck to you smell of someone else” he gritted out while roughly tilting y/n’s chin up to look at him.

“I dont!- i mean i do but i was planning to get rid of it i promise i was talking about it with lixie! I was going to tell you first but yeosang found out..” Y/n spoke quickly his eyebrows pressed together in frustration. Suddenly his (felix’s) hoodie was being pulled off of him and thrown in the corner as wooyoung began scenting him roughly, leaving dark hickeys on his neck while muttering.

Wooyoung growled at the mention of the unknown omega’s name, “Oh so you weren’t going to tell me?” Y/n couldn’t say he was surprised at the males reaction. Felix had told him this was going to happen and oddly enough y/n wasn’t hurt nor offended, if it were any other pack he would have went off. Yet he was still caught off-guard. Letting out a small whine he gripped onto wooyoungs arms trying to pushed him away to continue explaining himself only earning a warning growl. Staying still he panted out a few words, “You can take it apart! i-im okay with you getting rid of any of felix’s scent only if you let me store it in my suitcase” his heart racing in his chest. Having the other upset with him was making y/n restless they had started off fairly well although a little rocky at first. Y/n would do anything in that moment to appease wooyoung.

Pulling away from y/n’s neck once he was partially satisfied with his work, wooyoung stomped over to the bed beginning to take the nest apart. He even made sure to rip apart the pair of shorts that had felix’s slick stained on them. He was almost embarrassed by how fast he got jealous. It didn’t help that his inner omega was still fuming at the though of someone else try to steal y/n away from him. They had just gotten him. He felt as if he needed to place his claim on him just to cool his inner turmoil, maybe it was because his omega was a higher status than y/n’s. “I am going to make you a new one myself, but first we have to continue our conversation from last night.” Rushing to his own closet wooyoung picked out one of his own t-shirts and scented it heavily before going back to y/n’s room proceeding to put it on y/n himself. “Come we’ll finish this later but for now i’d rather not have not hwa have a fit because we’re taking so long.” Taking a deep breath the two left the now messy room, y/n still a bit dazed. ‘What…the fuck just happened?’ was all he could think of he couldn’t decide whether he was turned on, lost, or happy that wooyoung basically announced that he accepted him as his.

Walking to the living room mingi eyed the two as they sat down, y/n on wooyoung’s lap. Mingi knew something happened but decided to save that question for later. Seonghwa then began to speak with a bright smile plastered on his face, “Okay ill start first i want to explain some of the roles of certain members of our pack so you can get to know us a little better. I personally know a little about how things are in a secluded pack as i lived in one for a short while and how different things can be. Which is another reason why i myself was extremely happy when you accepted the collar, it means alot to you and us so it is an honor. Anywho to start yunho is as you know our pack alpha but he is also the one who does most of the discipline and punishments along with san who is our brat tamer. Then there’s me and jongho who are more of the ‘caretakers’ we make sure everyone especially the omegas are taken care of and will mostly feed you ourselves. Im sure you’re used to that part from your old pack?”

Nodding his head y/n listened to the alpha closely. He could almost feel san and wooyoung’s eye contact the moment his name was mentioned. Don’t get him wrong y/n was fairly well behaved but he was indeed a brat even if he acted like he was some sweet angel when they first meet face to face. With his big doe eyes, fluffy hair, and soft voice y/n sold his innocent act well plus his average short height for an omega made it even better. As he fooled everyone around him, san saw right through his innocent front. It was no lie that the alpha could spot a brat from a mile away. “Mhm! some of the alphas would feed me and lixie before they went to hunt or just randomly at our festivals which was normal well i guess normal for us? I know its different here” y/n stated as wooyoung pulled him impossibly to him still on edge from earlier.

“Yes it is indeed different here, people here are more how do i put it their more private to who cares for their pack. For example in secluded packs like yours and my old one, it’s normal for alphas to care for omegas and give them their attention more because thats what they were taught, but here its seen as a threat if someone other than ur mated pack to do such things. Its seen as one trying to steal the omega from them. People who come from secluded packs are more in touch with their inner wolf and base instincts no matter their status, but here not so much.” Seonghwa made sure to throughly explain to not only y/n but the rest of them it was important to do so to prevent unnecessary misunderstandings. Even though he understood some of the new omegas actions that didn’t mean the others did, “For instance wooyoung i noticed something happened this morning and our betas texted me mind explaining to san and mingi?” Of course hongjoong would tell the alpha anything that was bothering him and yeosang just couldn’t keep a secret especially if it would cause problems for his fellow pack members. Honestly seonghwa found it kind of amusing.

Mingi then spoke up pushing wooyoung to answer truthfully he was worried for him, “We can all see the marks u left on him not to mention we can barely smell y/n’s own scent. You have hlued yourself to him. So its no use lieing you only do that when u feel threatened and we all know you never growl i heard it we all did.” Y/n stayed quiet while letting out calming pheromones sensing how worried mingi and san truly were.

Wooyoung sighed into y/n’s neck with a pout his arms still wrapped tightly around his waist, “When i went into y/n’s room to check up on him i smelled another omega in there besides myself…and he was on call with some other omega. It made me so angry and i kind of lashed out i dont know why..normally im not this way if its not one of you guys but with him i feel even more protective? I felt threatened..” Wooyoung then went of explaining everything not leaving even the smallest detail out. It was relieving to get his thoughts off his chest to his alphas, “I know how i am but that was different it was like my inner omega was enraged. Luckily i held it in a little better or that would have been worst.”

Y/n gasped his eyes widened at the males last words, turning around in wooyoung’s lap he embraced the older omega an effort to comfort him. He didn’t tell him that in the room, sure he knew that wooyoung would be upset from felix’s explanation and the beta’s warnings, but he didn’t know his inner omega would be that upset too. He felt guilty now even though he knew he shouldn’t be. Placing a small kiss to his neck he whispered apologizes, “Im sorry for upsetting you i really am, i didn’t mean to i promise.” Raising his head he looked in his eyes with a small frown. His hands coming up to caress the older omega’s cheeks checking for any negative emotions on wooyoungs face or in his scent.

The three alphas watched the how y/n had reacted to the situation and comforted their omega. He noticed the changes in not only their body language but their scent and had let out calming pheromones for them. This is when mingi noticed why yunho had made a great choice of choosing him for his pack. Sure it was different having another omega in the pack but he now sees why even their own omega need another one. Seonghwa cleared his throat nodding while san and mingi went to the pair showering wooyoung in kisses. “Thank you for telling us woo” san whispered between kisses while mingi began scenting him. Y/n had managed to wriggle his way out of the omega’s arms as the two alphas surrounded wooyoung. Smiling to himself for a short moment he admired their affection. Looking around he paused, ‘wait..what wheres seonghwa?’ as if on que the alpha rubbed the top of y/n’s head messing up his hair even more.

“Im right here pup, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way ill just continue. Those three are gonna take a minute, haha. We always tend to be a bit more affectionate when it comes to any of us being upset, especially when its our omega or now should i say one of our omega’s?” the alpha paused with a hum tucking y/n’s hair behind his ear, god how are you so adorable. Y/n had reminded him of a bunny or maybe that was just the way his big doe eyes stared up at him when he talked, so much for being descended from wolves. “My rut is approaching in a few weeks, two to be exact while wooyoungs is after that. Oh and normally san’s rut and wooyoung’s heat tend to sink-up. The rest we’ll mention when they get closer” he spoke softly as if not to spook y/n gently pulling the male onto his lap. “I know i already said this but we really are glad you’re here. I don’t know what we would have done if it were anyone else. Its hard to explain…but i can tell even without words. May i scent you? Dont worry woo will be okay i promise.”

Seonghwa had made sure they were facing the now scent high omega. Wooyoung has a perfect view of y/n, seonghwa even made sure to make eye contact with the omega with a silent ask for permission. He knew that something was off with wooyoung, and only himself and seonghwa knew the true reasoning. Y/n thought about it for a moment, ‘is wooyoung okay? maybe he- no he will make sure to give the older omega more attention for today’ his teeth nibbling at his bottom lip before he nodded. Letting out a light sigh he reminded himself ‘he is okay, omega not mad anymore, alpha safe’ His omega felt restless wanting to check once more for himself just to make sure he was really okay with seonghwa scenting him but he shook it off turning around in the alpha’s lap. “Only if woo said its okay” y/n whispered out to the alpha. Scooting in closer he bared his neck just a bit allowing himself to be scented.

Smiling down softly at the small omega in his arms seonghwa dipped his face into y/n’s neck rubbing all the away up to the soft plush of his cheek. Feeling y/n began to relax more in his arms he hummed satisfied. The small male was already so easy to comply yet also keep them on their toes, he was soft and had a hourglass figure just like wooyoung, the difference being that he was shorter.

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nerdieforpedro · 20 days

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Can we talk for a minute?

Chapter 3 of "This is the Neighborhood Din" Series

Din Djarin (Modern AU) x Sierra Harris (plus size OFC)

This fic is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 2.6k

Warnings: Brief mention of injuries, awkward texting, HOA beef, boyfriends alert, that one nosy coworker, Grogu is adorable

Summary: Things have been a bit off between Din and Sierra, though individually they are doing well. Luke and Greef agree to disagree and our boyfriends are here! Dinner usually makes things better, maybe.

Notes: We meet more characters in our neighborhood or at least in Din and Sierra's orbit. I did my best with the teaching and mechanical engineering stuff. 👀 I did figure out how to make dividers finally! 😍

Main Masterlist/ Din Djarin - The Mandalorian Masterlist/ This is the Neighborhood Din Series

Two days. Sierra hasn’t spoken to Din for two days. She’d mainly been hiding in her room. She’d actually seen more of Din’s son Grogu. Johnnie Mae and Sierra never spoke about the other night, she just helped change her bandages in silence. She felt bad for not telling the truth to her aunt. Johnnie Mae felt offended that Sierra thought she couldn’t tell her. She should be able to tell her anything.

Today, Sierra had to leave the house to go into the middle school she’s supposed to be teaching at. She’d done the background check, now it was ID photos and to meet the department head of the sciences to check in. Her hair is on top of her head in a tight bun with her favorite poppy red scrunchie in it, she made sure her edges were as flat as she could get them. She wore her brown flats, a navy blue skirt and a black button down shirt. She didn’t tuck it in to cover her tummy so she pulled her skirt up and over. It was a long sleeve shirt to cover the bandages, there were a few less thankfully but she didn’t need any questions of that nature at her new job. This is a new start. All of it is a new beginning.

“Good morning Ms. Sierra!”

A small voice called her name as she saw bouncing chocolate curls before seeing his cute little face. He was waving as his father stood behind him in a red Henley shirt, a sweatshirt tucked over his brown satchel and a gray lunchbox in his opposite hand. Grogu held his bright green lunch box with a large frog on it. He ran up to Sierra. “How are you? You’re going out today? You usually are working on a project in your room right? Miss Harris said it’s a difficult one. Good luck!” The sweet little boy said before heading over to his father’s black SUV. Din nodded and his son quickly puffed out his cheeks. “Daddy! You’re supposed to say good morning, manners are important right? Isn’t that what Uncle Greef says?” Din chuckles and turns to face Sierra.

“Good morning Sierra. You look pretty today. Something important?” He asked. He was curious about so much more, but it isn’t the right time to ask at 7:30 in the morning. She’s been avoiding him and he understands but he couldn’t help but wonder how she was doing after such an intimate moment. She doesn’t expect him to really put it out of his mind right? Sierra smiled and nodded.

“Yes. I’ve gotten most of my stuff set up at my new school so I’m meeting with the science department head to get a feel of what they’re teaching and how I can fit into it. I’m excited but also so nervous. I just hope it goes well.” In explaining, she touches her left arm, the worse of the two, she released it as soon as she noticed that Din looked down at her arm. “It’s a lot better. I…maybe in another week or two.” She doesn’t want to go into any detail, not with little Grogu here. She hoped he wouldn’t ask anymore, not right now.

“That’s great. And you’ll do an amazing job. They’ll be lucky to have you. Let me know how it goes tonight.” Din offered, he wanted to extend an invitation, a reason for them to talk. At least he would know if she was willing to. Grogu had opened the door and was up in the truck.

“Daddy! We can’t be late! You made a wrong turn the last time!” Grogu yelled, making both Din and Sierra look over at the truck. Din waved and so did Sierra who hopped in their vehicles and drove off to start their days.

Johnnie Mae watched from her screen door with a grin. “Maybe I won’t have to do anything, ‘cept keep an eye out to make sure that bastard never goes near her again. Thank God they’re divorced.”

Greef Karga did not see himself as a difficult man. He felt he was fair as far as the leader of the Homeowners Association was concerned. Most people in the neighborhood conformed to the rules about grass length, approved colors on the siding and shutters. Even roof material. There was one thorn in Greef’s side. He thought it might have been the Djarin’s who he knew through some business dealings with metal supplies for different universities and labs. They’ve settled in well so far.

Luke Skywalker and his damn grass.

Luke Skywalker and his damn charcoal gray shutters.

Luke Skywalker and his damn trailer sitting in front of his house, gathering dust and rust.

Greef was walking toward the house in question, Luke was sitting in his usual spot on his porch, drinking his brand of liquor - Blue Space Milk.

“Hey Greef, what can I do for you today?”

Standing at the top of his steps, his hands were on his hips as he sucked his teeth.

“You know what Luke. At the very least, the trailer that I’ve never seen you use. You don’t have any registered business that you can use it with.”

Luke chuckled as he took a swig of his blue liquor, some of it dribbled in his beard and wiped on the bottom of his tan sweater.

“It’s on my property, I don’t see why you’re worried about it. There was just someone who moved in a few days ago. Clearly property values aren’t too bad. Like you keep claiming it would bring down prices.”

Greef rolled his eyes and sat down across Luke. “One thing Luke. If not the trailer, then the grass. I’ve seen three snakes in the last two weeks.”

Luke stroked his beard and leaned back in his chair. “I’ll think about it, if you buy me some more Blue Space Milk.”

“That shit is $100 a bottle and I don’t like your dusty, cranky, lazy ass. I’m not buying you a damn thing.”

“That’s a damn shame, Greef. I’m not doing shit.”

Greef snickered and stood up. “That’s alright Luke. I know someone who can motivate you. See you later.” Karga walked back down the porch stairs and threw Luke a thumbs up while the grumpy bearded man tipped his bottle toward him. Skywalker didn’t have the foggiest idea what Greed could be up to. He hadn’t been able to get him to comply with rules thus far, so he wasn’t worried about it.

Din watched as Grogu ran towards the double doors after giving him a hug. He’d be able to drop him off at school the first month, but after that, he needs to be at work at 7am and off by 4pm but thankfully in addition to being able to play with the other kids, Ms. Harris would keep Grogu for before and after school care. After making sure his son was safely in school, he pondered if he should send a text to Sierra. He did have her number for the other night but he didn’t know if it would be a bit much. They did at least speak today. He decided he would think about it more as he headed to work.

Sierra had finished her short meeting with the principal and was on her way to meet with the science department head. Things went well, the principal said that depending on how things went, next year, she might be able to join as a full time teacher instead of just subbing. Thinking about this morning, he’d reached out even though he didn’t have to. She honestly thought it was best not to speak to him, keep her distance. She believed that she had put way too much on him in their first meeting. But despite that, Sierra’s mind wandered to how he held her, how safe she felt, that he told her it was okay to be fragile.

Thinking about it made her cry. Half the time she thought it was because he pitied her, but she thought about what he said and did. Asking if it was okay, apologizing because he thought he may have done something to make things worse. The care Din showed her in that one evening. Sierra needed time to accept it, that it’s alright.

She arrived at the department head’s office and she was finishing up a call so she decided to send him a text. Opening her messages, she saw the cute pictures of Grogu and her aunt napping on the couch. Sighing with a soft smile, Sierra sent him a text:

Good morning Din. So far things went well with the principal and I’m going to meet with the department after her call. I hope you and Grogu are having a good day. Maybe you should come by for dinner tonight with Grogu. If you’d like.

The department head got off her call and waved Sierra in. She entered with an extra pep in her step. She was taking another small step forward.

Din was in the middle of applying a concentrated torch to a sheet of aluminum alloy to see if by adding bronze to it would help increase it’s melting point and also be cost effective. So far, the temperature was up to 600 degrees Fahrenheit in the testing chamber as Din, Ray and Finn watched the experiment closely, taking notes. That way, it could be used to withstand temperatures needed for all sorts of applications. While bringing the temperature down, they discussed what they were going to eat for lunch. Din had packed his own from home, Ray did the same and Finn was waiting on his ride.

“I swear, he’s always late! He’s lucky he has all that curly hair and other attributes…” Finn’s voice trailed off as Din and Ray snickered. They knew exactly what Finn was referring to as it referenced his boyfriend. John and Mark, who’d helped Din move in, stopped by their lab to ask how things were going in the new house. Din said they were going well and that his neighbors were proving to be really hospitable. As they chatted, Rey chimed in asking about Grogu and school. Din said that it had only been a day but he was taking to it well, already having a friend in Quinton who they both originally met at Ms. Harris’ home.

“Hello good people! Have you seen an intelligent gentleman with a perfect brown leather jacket on?” A voice that they were all familiar with had them turning toward the door, with arms stretched out, only two buttons secured so all of his chest wouldn’t be out and bouncing obsidian curls with a bright white smile to match strolled slowly into the lab.

Ray rolled her eyes hard and pointed to Finn who had stood up, picked up back and threw his arms round Poe’s shoulders. “You need to stop running late. I only have thirty minutes for lunch.” Poe kissed Finn’s neck and pulled back.

“I know, I know, but where we’re going has that coconut cream pie you love. Then I’ll make it up to you later.”

“You naughty pilot you. Alright, let’s go.” Finn grinned and as he walked out, he popped a palm on Poe’s ample derriere.

Din and company chuckled and went to his workstation. He let Rey chat with John and Mark while he went to go eat his lunch. He had a chicken sandwich with pringles and a strawberry applesauce cup that Grogu had stuck in his lunch that morning stating that he needed more color in his lunch and some fruit. He smiled at the applesauce and wondered if Grogu was having a good day too. He took out his phone and saw a notification and his eyebrows raised at the name: Sierra Harris. Din read it three times, trying to make sure there weren't any hidden meanings, there were not. He texted her back:

Good afternoon Sierra. Sorry for not seeing this earlier. I was working in the lab and I usually leave my phone at my workstation for safety. I hope things went well with the department head. They’ll make you full time by next year. We’d love to come by for dinner tonight. Let me know what time we need to be there.

Din sent it as Rey peeped over his shoulder. “Who’s Sierra? She’s met Grogu, that sounds serious.” Din closed his eyes and then looked up at Rey, annoyed.

“You don’t have to be in everyone’s business Rey. Go back over to John and Mark. Nothing over here is any of your concern.” He stated flatly. Rey was a good colleague, though, but a busybody. He made sure that for the first two years of working with her, she didn’t know he had a kid. Of course when she found out, she took it upon herself to match him up with single moms and women into DILFs. A term he didn’t need to know about and was sorry he knew about. Rey took the hint and left him alone as he peered back at his phone. Three dots were rolling across the screen.

Sierra replied: Dinner will be at six tonight. I look forward to seeing you. What did you mean by safety? Do you work a dangerous job? My meeting with the department head went well. I start next week as there’s a teacher out with COVID.

Um, is this a lot? This texting during the day? Since your job is dangerous, maybe I shouldn’t.

Din saw her delete the second message and he chuckled when she wrote:

You saw that didn’t you? How lame is that? It is too much, isn’t it?

His response was swift as he didn’t want her to spiral which to looked that was already in progress:

Texting me is fine. I won’t always be able to answer because I handle volatile compounds at work. That and I’m usually the one telling my co-workers to not be on the phone all the time. It’s not too much. Just type what you want to say Sierra.

Sierra could hear each message in the same comforting voice from two days ago. It made her smile as she leaned against her car, getting ready to head back home. She figured she would type it since he said to type what she wanted to say:

I didn’t say it the other night and I should have. Thank you so much for what you both said and did Din. That entire day for me was insane and I could only process so much. I should have said it sooner. I’ll explain better in person. I owe you that, tonight after dinner.

Din decided against telling her that she didn’t need to explain anything to him. He did want to know everything about what happened the other day and what led up to it. He’d only known her for a few days so he’ll take what information he can get.

You’re welcome Sierra. Tell me what you’re comfortable with. There’s plenty of time. I look forward to our sit down after dinner.

Din could kick himself…’sit down’? That sounds like she’s in trouble. Being team leader of these goofballs and Grogu’s dad might have rendered his vocabulary a bit lacking. Sierra only laughed at his word choice and got in her car to go home. She’s going to bake a cake tonight. It’s going to be special.

Chapter Two Chapter Four

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st4rgzer · 20 days

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CAN YOU DO STILL THINK ABOUT YOU BY A BOOGIE WITH A HOODIE AND MAKE IT LIKE ANGSTY ND SHI ( chris pls🙏🏽🙏🏽 ) .

still think about you (chris sturniolo)

summary: when enough is enough, you act and confront chris

genre: just angst

cw!: swearing, cheating, kissing

a/n: i tried to do this the best i could since i didnt really know the song, i went with a different path (slightly) but i hope you like it<3

“i love you”

“…”

who knew a relationship of 6 months could be over over nothing, literally nothing. a silence. a silence that i anticipated, but nonetheless hurt just like the last time i tried saying it. from the look on chris’s face, he knew he fucked up, again.

“chris?” my voice was brittle, easily able to break any second now. my bottom lip trembled as he looked away, a guilty expression being hidden from me.

“baby you know how i feel-“ i cut him off. “do i?”

almost every ounce of respect i had for him shriveled away right then and there.

“do i know how you feel, if you can’t even fucking say ‘i love you’ to my face?” i tried to keep a firm voice despite the tears the pricked my eyes, desperate to come out.

i laughed, throwing my hands up in the air, in disbelief at the stupidity of the situation, and at chris’s inability to say a word.

“i don’t know what to say.”

“y’know what my mom told me, told me to watch who i fuck with and never trust a guy like you for shit.”

my words were petty and dripped with venom, tears falling over my cheeks. chris could only watch in pity.

“my friends warned me, fuck it, everyone warned me about you and about how much of a shit fucking person you are. but i didn’t believe them, and now i know. i feel fucking stupid, but i know i should’ve known better. instead of trusting any fucking bitch that slides into my dm’s. sure you might be rich ‘nd famous, but you’re no different than any rat i could find on the street.”

i spoke loudly, harshly. meaning every word that spewed from my mouth. my hand came up to my face to wipe the tears that had previously fallen. chris sniffed and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, keeping his head down, he knew i had a right to be this mad. making me wait and wait till he was ‘ready’ to step forward with the relationship.

seeing as he was going to do next to nothing to keep me from going, i grabbed my purse and stomped across his living room, opened the door, and slammed it shut.

it was bittersweet, sitting in my car in his driveway, secretly waiting for him to run after me. but nothing happened, no one ran after me. so i kept some of my self respect and drove off, leaving behind who i thought was going to be the ‘love of my life’.

but mundane moments don’t feel the same with his hands wrapped around my waist, head leaned on the crook of my neck. his scent had washed off from all my clothes after a few weeks. no messages from him came, and i don’t think he ever intended to send one anyway. the worst thing is i still check, i still care. so it made sense for me to grab the phone when a post notification of his instagram page went off. one that made my stomach drop, my throat dry, and my knuckles white as i gripped the device in my hands. was this how it felt to have a knife in your back? i thought. have it twisted around and stuck again and again ferociously? because that’s how it felt.

does he remember how he’d been so afraid of posting me to the world that he’d keep me secret until he knew that i was really comfortable? that he’d whisper “id rather keep you to myself just a little longer” as we talked about our future under the boston night sky. how he’d promise me that i was worth every penny and every minute. did he just forget everything?

i turned the phone off, and stared at a small spot on the wall, trying to think about anything else but the photo i had just seen. a girl, holding chris’s cheek. kissing it. chris was smiling, an ice cream cone in his hand. that was not his favorite flavor. surely he had done this out of spite, right? surely the caption that read “i love you, thanks for the ice cream” had been to hurt me, annoy me. was it the fact that is was me that he couldn’t say ‘i love you” to? cause it seems like that comes easy for him to say with everyone else.

my mind spiraled as the familiar feeling of tears brimming my eyes started to form. my throat burned and my hand formed into fists to try and stop them from shaking. any hope of returning to where i’d once called home, was lost. i still think about him, that’s the worst part.

“i have to tell you something”

GRACE TALKS: guys i dont even remember my taglist help remind me if u wanna be tagged🙏

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quodekash · 9 months

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guys jokezo just made out and now they have to share a bed together. just chew on that for a bit.

NO, DON'T GIVE ME THEM SITTING ON A BUS

GIVE ME WHAT HAPPENED WHEN THEY HAD TO SLEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED IMMEDIATELY AFTER THEY MADE OUT

👀

(they made out last night btw)

(just in case anyone forgot)

(and then they had to share a bed)

ass x7

also zo is fully just not doing anything lmao

everyone's pushing with all their might and zo is just 🧍‍♂️

FUIWEBSDGIOUVEWJBOGD

oh the desperate thigh grab

yeah, im with him on this, they need to talk about it. especially about how they had to slEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER THAT

welp. I guess joke's day was just ruined in a slap to the face disguised as a few words

AND THE WAY HE TAKES HIS HAND OFF ZO'S THIGH AFTER THAT????? OUCHHHH

I must say tho, this is really giving episode-6-of-bad-buddy

its very patpran-post-rooftop-kiss-core

the vibes be gay and yearning and very very sad

OKAY, THE MOTHER, FINALLY

a few things to say about her

1. she's gorgeous

2. DAMN she is SHORT

3. I was rewatching the first four episodes yesterday and today because I could, and I noticed in the first episode, zo asked his friends to not tag him in photos they took at the bar, because "I don't want my mum to see"

but my question is... why? he's just out drinking with friends, he's an adult, he's not being irresponsible or anything, so why doesn't he want her to see the photos?

is it something to do with what his mum thinks of him? is she overbearing? does she have high expectations of him? does she kinda suck?

she's probably lovely though, and ill end up adding her to my list-of-fictional-parents-to-get-adopted-by (it's a very long list)

I guess we shall find out today as the episode progresses

oh, honey, you're so queer

the amount of times ive done exactly this

she's so short its hilarious omg

also: ive decided I love his mum

she's so sweet

and neither of them know how to use a stove and I think that's so hilarious and endearing

HSDHSHFSHDHHS

(also: this scene is making me think of akkayan at aye's house having a meal with his mum and rhbgdhjgb)

he's putting two and two together

the few braincells he has that aren't dedicated to debating are whirring in his mind

I can practically hear his thoughts

"he kissed me back... he wants to talk about the kiss... we went on two dates together at his suggestion... he showed up at my house and charmed my mother... he says I have secret admirers..." cmon sweetie youre so close

"WAIT, DOES HE LIKE ME?" omg honeybun you did it!

or maybe he didn't do it

maybe he was still shuffling the pieces in his brain but hadn't put them together and then his mum said something and distracted him

either way: that was hilarious and I want to high five dunk for his acting there

HIGH EXPECTATIONS, I KNEW IT

still love her tho

high expectations suck but she seems wonderful so far (obviously my opinion will change if the circumstances do (like if it turns out she completely sucks) but for now she's made it to the adoption list)

brb, gonna go cry real quick

well now their thumbs are making out

you see, I understand the things he's saying. and I honestly agree with him. if I were ever somehow put in his position, id probably say the same things.

HOWEVER, I just want my bl boys to kiss again and be happy and together and I appreciate the realism over the usual fantasy kinda situation we go for in bls, but I just want them to kissssss

this is very good advice

I hope that jokezo kiss again this episode

also AAAGBRDHFKBG JENGPOK CRUMBS

YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO'S LOSING THEIR MIND OVER JENGPOK AGAIN

BERIUFDJKGBEORPVFD

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

SHUT UP

SHUT UP SHUT UP

IM NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING

FHEWSDGFVESDV

THIS IS TOO FUNNY

im gonna start crying soon

its so funny

help me

girl is worried

I know this is what jeng told you to do but is during debate club really the right moment

im so certain that she ships it

awwhhhhh

HE SAID IT

HE SAID THE THING

AAAAAAAAA

hell yeah

GOUERJLHDGOBIERVLDNF

AAAAAAAAAAA

IM SCREAMING

THATS IT??

THAT'S THE END OF THE EPISODE??

THEY DIDNT EVEN KISS

OR ADDRESS THE FACT THAT - and I can't stress this enough - THEY SLEPT IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER FULL-ASS MAKING OUT

omg next episode is gonna be amazing

I can't wait

gekjrdsbfd I love them so much

im like 70% certain they're gonna kiss next episode so fingers crossed

ALSO NITA DEFINITELY SHIPS IT

anyway. that was good. I should go to sleep now

#quodekash's unhidden agenda to watch hidden agenda #hidden agenda #hidden agenda series #hidden agenda the series #jokezo #zojoke #pokjeng #jengpok #joongdunk #aouboom #aou thanaboon #boom tharatorn #joong archen #dunk natachai

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Hating you as well

(And loving you too much)

PT juan, Part Two, Part 3, part FOUR (awkward)

Part four of Hating You As Well, where if you want the best happy ending, stop reading ^+^

Tw!: Angst, mentions of past suicide attempts, mentions of self-harm, death, talks of death, talks of dying, loss of limbs, angsst

Fem!Reader, She/Her pronouns

You and Shouta have spent the last couple of days in utter bliss. Both of you happily existing around each other now knowing what you were both were, now knowing you both loved each other.

Of course, good things can’t last forever.

It was when Shouta had taken Eri out for a quick shopping trip, you had forgotten to pick up pads from the store, and you were completely out. The stupid man had left his phone, and you tsk-ed to yourself. What if something happened while he was out? He’d have no way of communicating with him. Though, you knew you wouldn’t stay mad. You haven’t been dating for very long at all, you thought to yourself over the stove, prepping dinner for when your two knuckleheads got home, but it almost felt like it had been longer. Maybe it was the long months you spent dancing around your feelings that made the routine much more comfortable, like the last piece to the puzzle that was slowly building, unknown to the both of you. Shouta’s phone buzzed loudly from his table, vibrating itself almost near the edge. You caught the electronic before it fell, answering the call without checking the caller ID.

“Hello, this is not Shouta Aizawa, but I can relay the message to him.” You chirped, already getting a notepad and a pen out.

“Oh? And may I inquire to whom I’m speaking with?” You pulled the phone away from you, confusion written all over your face, even if the other person couldn’t see it. Your heart dropped when you saw it.

‘Hero Public Safty Commission/ICE’

You set the phone down, putting it on speakerphone.

You stated your hero name, then your real name. “I’m Eraserhead's partner and roommate.” There was quiet typing on the other end.

“Ah, you are Eri’s other guardian?” They spoke, and you nodded, before mentally chastizing yourself that they couldn’t see you.

“Yes, I am. May I ask what the message is about? Me and Eraserhead have been very prompt and on time with Eri’s reports.” You quickly transferred the Miso soup to three bowls, picking up the large pot for the rest of the broth to cool for leftovers tomorrow.

“Ah, nothing about Eri. This is more about a villain called Kurogiri I’m afraid.” Even if you didn’t like the commission, not just because they were corrupted on every level, but because they seemed to not care about anything other than themselves. But the person on the other side sounded genuinely remorseful.

“Oh? You’ve captured him, correct? I heard about all of that from the police.” The email that was sent out about the warping villain made you rest easier that night.

“Yes, but I’m afraid that there is terrible news. As you may have known, Nomu’s are made from the bodies of the dead, and subsequently given a multitude of quirks.” That much you did know, the idea horrified you to no end.

“Right.” You set out the bowls on the table, getting spoons at the ready.

“Well, we found out through experimentation that Kurogiri is in fact, a Nomu.”

“Oh, how horrible.” And it was horrible, but you mentally questioned what this had to do with Shouta.

“Yes, indeed. With further study, we found out the body that was used was one of his old friends, Oboro Shirakumo, who had been killed in a terrible accident in high school. We just wanted to request Eraserhead's presence at Tartarus in the hopes that there can be a medical breakthrough with the Nomus.” Their voice went back to curt and cold. Despite that, you froze. Shouta never once mentioned to you his deceased friend, though, you couldn’t blame him. Your eyes went to your bedroom door, the picture of a blue-haired boy with a bandage on his nose flashed in your mind. You never questioned it, since there was another photo of the mysterious boy, Shouta, and Hizashi in it, always just assumed all of them were alive. Your gut twisted in guilt, feeling like you had just exposed a very delicate part of Shouat’s life without his consent.

“I…I will relay this message to Shouta, and-and make sure that he gets in contact with you soon.” Your voice was airy, mind going blank as you stumbled into a chair. Even if you had no idea of this before, now the mere thought of this haunted you.

“Thank you, I will be in contact once more shortly.” The line hung up, but you still held the phone up to your ear.

The front door jingled, and you could hear Eri’s little happy feet tapping from behind the door. It swung open, and the little girl was holding her own grocery bag, already bounding to you. She started rambling about something, maybe another cat she saw or a cool toy she wanted, but it was all water in your ears. You slowly set down Shouta’s phone, hands coming around to wrap the energetic girl in a hug. You looked over to your boyfriend, who was smiling softly at you. He lifted up the bag he was holding, his mouth moving to say something, but no sound came out. You nodded, and he went off to do whatever. Eri hopped out of your lap, already putting apples in the middle of the table, she pulled out a cat toy for Cutie, dangling it in front of the white cat. Shouta came up from behind you, kissing your cheek from your spot and settling down beside you. He thanked you for the food and called over Eri to eat. Obediently, she bound over, taking her spot on the other side of you.

Throughout the whole dinner, it was like there was water in your ears, guilt eating you up inside. Shocked that one of Shouta’s friends had been turned into a zombie, and forced to be part of the League of Villains' evil plans. You had no idea how he would take the news, and just before school started up again? Would he break down? Would he pretend as if nothing is wrong? Or would he do an unimaginable third option? Still, you tried your best to bring yourself back down to Earth, trying to participate in conversation the best you could. Still, you knew everyone could tell something was wrong.

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“‘Zawa?” Eri peeked out from her blanket, watching Shouta try and fail at trying to replicate your burrito.

“Yes, Eri?” His voice was soft, his hand coming up to brush away stray hair. Over time, with proper feeding and no longer being forced to use her quirk every day, her hair grew thicker and shone in a much healthier light. Her horn was steadily growing as well, but each day she had fewer and fewer accidents regarding said appendage.

“Is Ms. doing okay? She was quiet during dinner, and she’s not here to tuck me in, is she mad at me?” Her voice wavered, eyes growing wide. Shouta placed his hands on either side of her face, trying to brush away tears before they fell.

“No, of course not. Ms. is just feeling a little under the weather today. It happens sometimes, but it has nothing to do with you, I promise.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, smiling softly at his little girl.

“Pinky promise?” She shifted her hand from under the blankets, holding out her tiny pinky. That was another thing, thanks to yours and Shouta’s insistence that she ate, Eri was also steadily reaching her healthy weight diet. You had taken her to the doctor for a check-up, where she warned you two that she may grow ‘fat.’ That made you and Shouta furious, you almost blinded the woman and Shouta angrily demanded that she get her license revoked. Least to say, you got a new, and better doctor.

“Pinky promise.” Shouta reached out, interlocking the small fingers. “Now go to sleep, we have a big day tomorrow, so you need allll the rest.” He crouched down to plug in her nightlight, getting up and walking to flick the lights off. “Goodnight sweetheart.” He whispered.

“Good night.” She whispered back, that young baby voice made his heart melt. He left the door open a crack, walking over to your shared bedroom. Neither of you had renovated yet, both were too lazy to move the beds again. (Even if Shouta hadn’t moved one.) He walked over, peeking behind the curtain to see you already cuddling up with Cuite, petting his purring form while you stared at the wall. He couldn’t see your face, but your energy was all wrong.

“Hey, what’s up with you? Eri thinks you’re mad at her.” He whispered, crawling under the blankest with you. He took his spot by the wall, lying on his side, facing you. He looked at your sad eyes, your eyebrows pinched up, and your mouth turned down. “Hey, what’s going on?” Shouta reached out, grabbing one of your hands in a tight hold.

“Shouta, whose…whose the blue-haired boy from the two pictures on your dresser?” You asked, getting to the point. You had to make sure.

Shouta sucked in a deep and shuddering breath, turning on his back. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, deciding his next words.

“My best friend from high school. He died when we were about sixteen, I think. He was…he was the first person I ever loved.” His voice was now just sad and deep, eyes rolling up to try and keep his emotions at bay.

“What was his name?” Please god, please don't let it be true, please let it be someone else.

“Oboro Shirakumo. Why?” He looked over, surprised at the expression on your face. A deep frown on your face, eyebrows pointed way up, and tears falling slowly from your closed eyes. You took a deep breath, nose becoming clogged with snot. You breathed out, holding his hands tightly.

“The Commission called me earlier, they captured Kurogiri, remember?” There was a slight tremble in your lip, and Shouta became more and more afraid with every word.

“Right.” Shouta decided to be patient, letting you take your time. You took a sudden deep breath in again, eyes filling with newly unused tears.

“Do you remember what a Nomu is?” The answer was rhetorical, he got the same email as you did, you had read it together, and had discussed it together.

“Stop.” His mouth trembled, heavy breathing as Shouta’s stormy black eyes filled with his own tears. “Stop, this is not funny.” His face screwed up in disgust. He sat up, almost folding over himself as he clutched at his chest.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” You sat up with him, pulling him into your arms. His strong shoulder dug into your chest, trying to soothe his heaving lungs.

“I-I don’t..I don’t trust myself right now. Don’t leave me alone, please.” Shouta pleaded, placing his mop of black hair into your chest. You felt cold wet drops of tears fall down your chest.

“I won’t, I won’t-I promise.” You ran your fingers through his hair, clutching him close. He wrapped his strong arms around you, shaking.

“I don’t understand. He’s…he’s gone, he’s supposed to be gone. It was my fault.” Shouta mumbled.

“No, don’t say that. The League of Villains-” You shook your head, but he cut you off.

“No, he shouldn’t have died in the first place. If I had been faster, or-or-" How quickly Shouta fell apart alarmed you. Things have been hard lately, you knew that, days of sleep deprivation and being overworked to the bone had done a number on you. But there was also a sense of dread that this was the beginning of the end.

"It's not your fault. You were just a kid, it's not your fault." You whispered, rubbing his head.

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The next morning was rough. It was the first day back to school. Eri was starting her own schooling, a private exclusive elementary school for kids who needed a different learning path than the ones at public schools. In the middle of his lecture, the Commission had called him again, requesting his presence at Tartarus. Principal Nedzu recommended that Shouta take the next couple of days off, but vehemently refused. Even going as far as to say he would bounce between yours, Nemuri's, and Hizashi's rooms.

You spent the rest of the day worried about him, barely able to teach your class. You kept clock watching, waiting for him to text you he was on his way back, or for him to update you.

He never did.

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The night was fast approaching, and there was no word from your dark-haired friend. Even Eri was starting to get worried for him. Even trying to contact Hizashi was futile, not even a sign of life from either of them could soothe your worries. That is, until your phone buzzed to life. In an instant you picked it up, not even bothering to check the caller ID.

"Shouta?" You breathed, heart hammering out of your check.

"Nah, sorry to disappoint." Hizashi laughed from the other end, but it was strained and forced. Like he was the fry middle piece of a breaking rope, and one more thing would make him snap.

"Are you two alright? Why aren't you home?" You immediately started to pace your small living room, unknowing to the large red eyes watching you from a dark corner.

"Yeah, we went out for drinks." He muttered, the slight slur in his voice obvious.

"Are…are you kidding? I asked you two to text me when you were out, and I've had no word from you since nine in the fucking morning. It's seven o'clock at night. I thought something happened." You growled, frustrated tears building in your eyes.

"It slipped our minds, we're sorry. Now we're calling you." There was a bite to his tone, and it was bitter.

"Don't fucking talk to me like that." You barked, the tone he used was dripping with sarcasm. He had no right to sound like that when you had to take over both of their classes unpromoted with no word.

"I'm not talking to you in-what? Fine-" There was shuffling and murmuring on the other end.

Shouta's absolutely drunk voice breathed your name.

"Where are you Shouta Aizawa?" Your voice was low and dangerous, begging to be tested with.

"I'm just out drinkin' with Hizashi. It'ss fine, we're fine. Stop fuck'n worrying, yer not my mother." He grumbled, he was plastered and you could smell his breath from here.

"How can I not worry?! You've been out all day and I have no idea where you are. How are you gonna get home? Where are you so I can pick you up, you're coming home." You were already grabbing your keys before you stopped. Eri, noticing your eyes on her, immediately ran to her room and hid.

"Stay on the line, do not fucking hang up." You set down your phone, slowly making your way to the little girl's room. "Eri, honey?" You called out, slowly opening her door.

Her room was empty, devoid of any human beings. Panic ripped at your throat, and you almost yelled out if not for the little feet that kicked out from under her bed. You got down on the floor, looking up at the ceiling while you lay by her bed.

There was silence for a long while before you heard shuffling. You didn't look at her, knowing that it would make it worse.

"Are you two fighting?" She whispered, that baby voice melting your heart.

"I-kinda? I'm not mad at you, or at Zawa, I'm just scared. Adults are weird, and sometimes when we get scared or sad, we get mad. It's not very good, but it's a reaction that happens. I'm sorry I scared you, honey." You whispered back, laying absolutely still. She didn't say anything for a while again.

"Can I stay with Uncle Mirio tonight?" You slowly looked over, guilt stabbing and twisting your heart at the sight of tears in her big eyes.

"Of course honey, I'm so so sorry." Your lip wobbled, and she immediately crawled out.

"It's okay, don't cry." Eri placed herself in your arms, hugging you close. "If you want cuddles, I'll come back, I promise. I won't be far away." You chuckled when you realized she was parroting the words you had used on her so many nights ago. Though it actually wasn't that long ago, but the way time had been slipping through your fingers felt like it.

You wrapped your hand around her head, giving her a forehead kiss.

"Thank you, honey."

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"Again, thank you Mirio." You bowed, handing over Eri's Hello Kitty bag. She took it out of his hands, immediately pulling out her pink switch. The little girl ran off to go show Hado something on her animal crossing island, seemingly proud.

"It's really no problem! It's perfect timing too! Since we were having a sleepover anyway!" The blonde cheered, smiling brightly. But there was a deep sadness in his eyes, one that made you feel deeply for him.

"I apologize for the short notice. I'm sorry I can't stay longer, I have to go." Anger spilled into your voice again. Despite you clearly telling him not to, Shouta had hung up on you. When you called back, there was no response.

"Don't worry, do what you need to. We'll be right here waiting." Mirio's smile never wavered, shooing you off. Gladly, you stormed away.

You nearly ripped the door off of Shouta's car, immediately speeding out of the facility parking lot. The tires squealed loudly, and the gates of UA opened at a speed you'd never seen before.

"Fucking answer!" You growled, trying again and again to dial the man. Even calling Hizashi provided no help, you nearly thought the blonde had blocked you at the speed of which his calls were declining. But after realizing it took different lengths each time, you realized they were denying them.

You hard braked in front of the dingy bar where the teachers usually met up at, swinging open the doors. They weren't there.

The owner of the bar, a big burly dog, looked up at you with tired eyes.

"Do you know where Eraserhead and Present Mic are?" You asked, hands shaking.

He shook his head, big ears flopping with him. You growled, stomping out, and revved the car again.

Tears pricked your eyes as you looked around for bars. You were angry because Shouta hung up on you, after not calling you or texting you all day. I mean, last night the man was clutching onto you because he didn't trust himself to be alone for fucks sake! Then there was Hizashi, a man you could call a good friend yourself and Shouta's best friend, enabling his bad behavior, even going as far as to get snotty with you for caring. But most of all, you were scared. Scared of what they might do, scared of what Shouta might do to himself. What would Eri do without him? Their kids who looked up to the two men? What would you do without them?

It took you nearly twenty bars after that to find them. Hunched over drinking themselves away. They didn't look over at you while you stomped over, nearly fuming with rage. None of you three even noticed the lights flickering. They only noticed you when your very hot hands grabbed their shoulders, wrenching them to look at you.

"Do you have any idea what time it is? Not only do you have work tomorrow, you're both vulnerable late at night!" You nearly screamed, pulling them both up.

Shouta looked like a mess. His eyes were bloodshot and barely opened, his dark hair wild and everywhere. He could barely stand on his feet, nearly falling over on you. Hizashi on the other hand, was shaking, pure emotions stricken across his face.

"We're fine! We don't need you here to mommy us!" Hizashi screamed at you, grabbing you to turn you away.

"Is that why you're here, halfway across the fucking country to drink yourselves to death?!" You shoved him back, trying to hold up Shouta. The woman behind the bar was giving you three a wary glance, but she turned around to mind her own business.

“Yeah, because you have no idea how this feels! You’re-” Hizashi started, tears welling up as his voice broke.

“Stop. Stop before you say something you’ll regret. You’re both drunk and I’m tired. We should go home.” You grabbed his wrist and hauled both of them men to your car. Throwing them in the back, you went back inside to pay the tab and grab a familiar scarf and iconic leather jacket.

Shouta was pressing his flushed face against the window while Hizashi was glaring off somewhere. He mumbled something angrily, eyes blinking rapidly.

“What? I can’t hear you.” You snapped, reversing the car roughly, driving bad and reckless as angry as you felt.

“I said I’m sorry. For being messes.” Hizashi hiccupped, refusing to make eye contact with you. You sighed, anger simmering away as you realized how heavy your eyes were. Your heart just ached, your body tired.

“It’s…I understand. I was just scared. With everything going on right now, with Eri being home I just…” You trailed off, lip wobbling while trying to blink away tears. You were trying to drive home after all. The whole two hour drive was spent in unbearable silence, you had already angrily shut off the radio and found it too awkward now to turn it back on.

At the dorms, you managed to drag Hizashi back home and get Shouta to sit at your dining table.

“Where’s Eri? I don’t want her to see me like this.” Shouta looked around lazily, movements sluggish.

“She saw me get mad and got scared, she went over to Mirio’s.” You admitted, filling up a large water bottle and grabbing some pain meds for the man. You turned around and saw Shouta staring at your fridge, glaring.

“How could you do that to her? You know she’s been extra delicate because of school, and with her quirk training coming up.” He hiccuped. You sighed, handing him the water.

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to her with a girl's day tomorrow.” You hung your head in your hands, nearly falling asleep on the spot. “I worry about you all the time, y’know?” You knew anything you said to Shouta would literally not matter, he was black-out drunk right now, and nothing you said would matter by the morning. “Especially today. You scared me so bad today Sho’.” You admitted.

“Why? I was okay.” He slurred back, confused.

“Because you didn’t call or text me! All day I was wondering how you were, not even Nedzu knew where you were. Eri was getting worried too, and you know how she gets about you, you're her Zawa. You’re her favorite. Then at one point, Hizashi was hanging up on me. Did I do something? I don’t understand.” Looking up, Shouta had already downed his whole glass and had taken his pills dutifully. But he shook his head in response.

“‘M not her favorite. You are. When I visited her in the hospital, all I talked about w’s you. She w’s so excited to meet you, and when she met you, she told me later, ‘She’s so pretty, like you said.’” He mimicked her high-pitched voice, eyes drooping. But his small smile dropped, and he looked at the table dimly. “‘M sorry. I wanted to call you but, I’m supposed to be the strong one, how could I face you knowing I failed-” His voice cracked, big fat crocodile tears spilled down his face. You jumped over to his side immediately, holding his face while you brushed away his tears. Shouta was a stranger to emotions, especially his, so seeing him be so open and emotional meant that he was drunk drunk.

“You didn’t fail anyone, you’re still here, aren’t you?” You whispered, trying to help him. Shouta’s large hands wrapped around yours, curling his fingers to hold your hands.

“But they’re not. He’s not.” Shouta whimpered again, face filled with the years of pain he’d had to go through. His long baggy sleeves slipped down, and while you were no stranger to Shouta’s scars, you’d never paid attention to them. You’d seen the ones coating his forearms at a distance, but you never thought much of them. Now that you were closer to him, your frown deepened at the years-old clean cuts decorating his otherwise pale arms. Each varied in thickness, but you could tell they were all old, all except��

“Oh, Sho…” You sighed, and you held up his arm, the slightly fresh ones close by the junction of his elbows were already scabbed over completely, so they were decently old. “What happened? Why didn’t you come to me?”

“Because you deserve a strong man, and I’m not. I let my students die, I like Oboro die, I deserve to die.” He cried into your shoulder, having shifted from you holding his face to you holding him. How long had this man buried his pain? Masking it into throwing himself into as much work as he could, trying to prevent all the lives he’s lost as a teacher, as a friend, as a person. Shouta was the strongest, most brutal, and hardcore man you’d ever met, but even the strongest of mountains would fall under the constant blow of loss and hardships. You could always see the pangs of loss and hurt in his eyes, but before you could even see what he was going through he masked it under anger. No matter how hard Shouta tried to kill the child buried under false anger and faux strength, it would still cry under the rubble of his past.

“Shouta, you deserve more than life itself. You’ve made so many people proud, and you’ve saved hundreds of lives. I’ve never met Shirakumo, but if he meant that deeply to you, I’m sure he would’ve been proud of you.” That made Shouta lose it, his sobs muffled by your shoulder. He hated it, he hated every moment of this because it meant he’d gone soft. Shouta’s whole hard, no-emotions exterior had been broken down in less than a year, and all because of you. Well, he supposed he couldn’t blame it wholeheartedly on you, a certain little girl who was currently sleeping soundly was another part of this, but still. How long before you died? How long before Eri died? How long before Hizashi and Nemuri? Shouta knew nothing lasted forever, and in his mind, you were already dead. Desperately he was clinging to your ghost, as he did with Oboro, trying to keep whatever he had of you with him, trying not to fail you too. Time and time again, he’d seen it. Shouta knew his job was dangerous, but that's why he preferred to be alone, hell, it was one of the few reasons he loved cats. They were independent creatures, if he ever died, they’d know to move on and live with other humans elsewhere. But if he left you behind, if he left Eri or Hizashi behind, he would be haunted by the guilt even in the afterlife. Shouta preferred to be alone, preferred to clean his own wounds, stitch up his own gashes by himself, it was less people to deal with, less strings he could cut at a moment's notice, less people he’d leave behind, and less people to leave him. But now he had you, and Eri, and all of his students and friends who relied on him. Now he had you to hold his head up high when he couldn’t, had someone to take over his overwhelming workload, someone who could stitch up the cuts on the places of his back that he couldn’t reach. You left a wake in his life he’d never get rid of again, you made him dream again. Something Shouta thought died the moment he realized Oboro was gone under the rubble of that building.

Somehow without his notice, you had changed him out of his work clothes, and tucked him into bed, watching over him over the blankets as you forced him on his side, one foot off the bed.

“This is her side though.” Shouta blinked mumbling to himself. Your hands raked up and down his sides, leaving goosebumps from your touch.

“It’s alright, if you need to puke in the middle of the night, I’d never forgive myself if you choked on your own vomit.” You whispered, tucking your hand under your pillow. “Now go to sleep, I already called in for us, and I’ll pick up Eri tomorrow, so sleep in.” Your voice was quiet and soft, everything Shouta was unused to, something he’d forgotten after so long of the harsh and jagged road he’d been forced to trudge.

“I love you.” He whispered, finally falling asleep after the harsh day.

“I love you.”

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Shouta awoke the next morning with a start, clutching his head at the sudden movement.

“Fuck, what time is it?” The teacher grumbled, and he froze when he opened his phone. It was one, in the afternoon. He immediately panic-dialed his boss, trying not to absolutely flip the fuck out.

“Oh, Ereaserhead, what-” His boss’ squeaky voice greeted from the other end, but Shouta gave him no chance to speak.

“Principal I am so sorry, I have overslept and failed to tell you. I will gladly accept the punishment I will be given out, again, I profusely apologize.” He had a bass in his voice, sleep still evident in his few moments of the waking world.

“Oh, no worries Eraserhead! That was figured out last night, you’re class was already taken care of.” Principal Nedzu happily name-dropped you, explaining that you took over the training for that day. They ended the call with friendly, and relieved, greetings, before Shouta just sat on his bed, trying to calm his racing heart. It was always you, wasn’t it.

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You came home with Eri in tow around four, as you promised you would over text. Immediately, Shouta greeted you with a kiss. Though you were caught off guard, you didn’t reject his advance, knowing these moments where he initiated the affection were rare. When he pulled away, he just donked his forehead against yours, holding your arms while you breathed each other's air.

“Thank you.” He muttered, pulling away with a slight blush on his face. Eri giggled, happily jumping up into his arms.

“I missed you!” She smiled, hugging around his neck. He smiled back, his eyes not so tired today.

“I missed you too.”

“Well, I missed all of you, so I win.” You smiled, setting down your shopping bags on the table, each landing with a heavy thud.

“We had a girl's day! Look, I even got my nails painted!” Eri shoved her little mix-matched colored nails in Shouta's face, and he had to lean back a little to fully comprehend the colors. If his heart could melt, he sure it literally would. It was a mix of all three of your guys' favorite colors, each color on a different nail. “I couldn’t get them clipped or shaved down, but I got them painted.” She looked kind of sad at that fact, looking down slightly in disappointment.

“That’s okay, you were so brave to even go to stores with just Ms. and you, and even more brave to get your nails done with all those scary sounds around you. Maybe next time you could try letting them cut your nails?” He offered, sitting down with her at the table.

“That’s right.” You nodded in agreement. “She was very brave and good today. Why don't you show Zawa all the new stuff you got?” You asked, already opening the bags for her. Eri smiled, jumping up and down on Shouta’s legs, ignoring his look of pain.

She happily showed off the new clothes she got, and the new clothes she’d forced onto Cutie later. Eri also happily showed Shouta all the clothes she picked out for both you and him, matching couple outfits for you two to rock out. He flashed you a look, and you just shrugged in response.

After showing him everything she got, she disappeared to her room to put everything away, demanding independence so she could show how ‘big girl she was’. That left you and Shouta to sit awkwardly at the table. He decided to bring up the first thing that he noticed in the house, a new development.

“You hid all the knives.” He said, leaving it open in the air.

“Yeah, I did do that.” Shouta looked down to see your leg bouncing under the table.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, scratching his arm, long sleeves bunching under his hand.

“I get it, it’ll be okay. I’m here, we’re here. Hizashi was the one who told me too.” You answered the question you knew he was going to ask.

“Thank you.” He sighed, and neither of you knew what he was thanking you for. Maybe everything.

“You never have to.” You shook your head, tired eyes betraying the strength you were showing.

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The next month was filled with unease, the looming threat of an all-out fight hung over all of your coworker's heads. It made it hard to focus on anything, especially when papers came in the mail demanding you and Shouta update your wills.

You, Nemuri, Hizashi, and Shouta all sat around your dining room table. Eri was in her room, instructed to watch her YouTube shows at whatever volume she wanted while she played games. The sound of some man screaming soothed your nerves about her overhearing, but you all still whispered.

“So you’ll agree to help watch over her in case something happens?” Shouta asked blankly, masking how he really felt. Nemuri and Hizashi nodded, seriousness etched deep in their faces.

“I’ll watch over her with whatever demands you leave me with, I promise.” Hizashi swore, looking over to you and Shouta. The day after the night you picked up the two men drunk from the bar, Hizashi had already gone out to grab your favorite flowers and snacks, profusely apologizing for his abhorrent behavior.

“I’m sorry I was a horrible friend the other day, it was a moment of weakness that will never happen again!” Forgiving him was easy, since you now knew how greatly of a cavern Shirakumo left in his life, Nemuri’s as well. You learned of how bright and happy the blue-haired boy was, how he left an influence on all three of the friends’ lives, even today.

“Thank you.” You nodded, smiling sadly at him.

“Of course.” Hizashi shrugged you off, it was nothing after all, he was merely doing a favor for a friend.

“Now, it’s not as if I do not trust Hizashi with a live animal, but I do not trust Hizahsi with a live animal.” Nemuri sighed, pushing her glasses back up her face, preventing them from falling off her nose. Said blonde gasped with indignity, holding a hand over his chest while he looked at her with absolute betrayal in his face.

“I have been a great step-dad for Sushi! I spoil him with toys every Christmas and for his birthday!” Hizashi argued, pouting at the implication that he could not take care of the cat that was left behind by the friend they lost.

“Yes, but you’re hardly home, ‘Zashi. Plus, you do tend to go overboard with the food.” She countered, giving him that motherly look you’ve grown to love.

“That’s true, I remember you got him fat one year.” Shouta agreed, tapping his cat pen on the table.

“So it’s decided, Sushi goes to those two.” She said it with such tiredness as if it was something that had been argued and not something you knew she had already made up her mind with. Hizashi pouted in response, mumbling under his breath.

The rest of the signing went like that, all of you trying to make light of the fact that you were writing your wills, pretending as if there was no possibility that any of you could die by the end of the month. Because if not, what else could you do?

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Springtime was rolling around again, as proof of the clothes that donned Eri getting looser and more flowy. Currently, she was wearing a Hello Kitty t-shirt with shorts, a sun hat donned on her head. She was holding both yours and Shouta’s hands while she walked to the infirmary, knowing that her Quirk training would start today.

“Now remember, you can stop at any time you want, just say the word and everything will stop immediately.” You assured, rubbing your hand over her smaller one. She nodded, face set. You knew that look, and you knew it meant she was going to push herself to her absolute limits. The look that said, ‘I’m going to show you how far I’ve grown!’

“And we’ll be there every step of the way.” Shouta reaffirmed, holding her close. After what happened, you had asked him to never drink like that again, and he agreed with great fervor.

“I’d never want Eri to see me like that, and I’m ashamed you saw me like that.” Shouta was still feeling heavy guilt after that, no matter how much you reassured him that it would happen. People will always have relapses in their recovery and bad behaviors, but as long as you grow and move on, then so can others. Shouta’s mental health was still rather fragile, but with your and your friend's help, he’s been slowly building back his confidence in himself. Now standing in front of Recovery Girl’s doors, you both turned to look at each other, then Eri.

“You’re sure you want to do this? You absolutely don’t have to if you don't want to.” You said, for what must’ve been the hundredth time in a row.

“I want to! I want to save Mirio like he saved me.” She nodded, holding a fist in front of her face. Shouta, nodded, opening the door to reveal Monoma sitting, already waiting for you three.

The plan was to have Eri try her quirk, then the student would copy her quirk and try to use it as well, in an attempt to have at least someone try and guide her through her quirk.

Eri sat between you and Shouta, and in front of Monoma and tried to activate her quirk. She strained, puffing out her full cheeks and forming tight first with her small hands. Her face grew red with the effort, and quiet humming grew into loud humming. You knew this moment was big for her, so you made a triangle with your mouth as you tried your damnest not to laugh out loud. The poor student just looked at her confused, while Shouta just sighed. He slowly put a hand on the girl's shoulder, snapping her out of her little grunting effort. Better stop her before she shits herself.

“Eri, you can’t force your quirk out like that. In the past, how did you feel when you activated it?” He asked, quickly taking his hand away.

“Uhm, I felt scared.” She pulled up her knees to her chest, picking at her Five Nights at Freddy’s shoes. “And I wished I could just go back and fix everything, or just make everything stop.” Her horn crackled in response, and Shouta quickly shut it down, hair floating up immediately.

It would be of no use for her to correlate her quirk with fear, the baseline of her abilities would be held back if it was plagued with that emotion. She needed to be in full control of her quirk to even be able to live alone, one panic attack and she would send a friend or concerned stranger back into nothing.

“You’re safe now, no one is out to hurt you.” You patted her head, rubbing away the little worry marks on her forehead.

“Yes, instead, why don’t we take deep breaths and look deep into ourselves.” Shouta offered, placing his hands in his lap, closing his eyes he breathed in deeply. Eri rushed to follow his lead, copying his movements exactly. You glanced up to the Monoma who had been sitting there rather awkwardly, motioning him to do the same. He looked at you warily before complying. You kept your eyes open, and Shouta had reopened his to watch over Eri.

“Now take a deep breath in.” The teacher instructed, doing the motion so she could hear him. She did it perfectly, her little body relaxing from his voice. “Now hold your breath, but don’t panic. Everything will be alright.” He waited for a moment, before instructing her to breathe deeply out as well.

“Now look inside yourself. Your quirk is part of you, and you are in complete control of yourself. You can do good things in life without hurting others, all because you are capable and strong. You can save people with your ability because you’re a strong little girl.” You couldn't help but let out a little gasp when she lit up. Energy crackled around the little group. But she must’ve heard you since she immediately stopped and looked up at you worried.

“Did I do something wrong?” She asked, scared.

“No baby, you did so well, you did wonderful!” You smiled, heart absolutely leaping with joy. Just a few months ago, Eri was too scared to even ask for more food on her plate, and now she was taking back every ounce of control she had never been given. And you were just so proud. Happy tears spilled from your face while you laughed, opening your arms for her to leap into. Eri did happily, jumping up and down with joy. Shouta leaned over to rub her back, softly smiling too.

“You did so well, you’re very brave.” He scooted close to you two, happily watching over you with pride in his chest.

Monoma coughed, getting all of your attentions at once. You and Shouta burned with embarrassment, while Eri was in blissful ignorance of the awkwardness. Still, she was just so happy that she activated her quirk on her own.

You and Shouta couldn’t help but be proud of her.

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The plan all along was to get Eri more comfortable with her quirk so meltdowns for her were less dangerous, but there was also an ulterior motive underlying as well. A motive that worked, after weeks of working with Eri non-stop every day, hugging her close when sessions didn’t go the way she wanted, and celebrating with her when they did.

Mirio got his quirk back.

Which opened a new realm of questions, but for now it didn’t matter.

Now all that mattered was celebrating Eri’s development and her bravery, and Mirio getting his quirk back, his life back.

“And how big do you want your slice Eri? It can be as biiiig as you want." You gestured to the cake in front of the little girl. A white cake with bright red lettering that says 'You did it!' on the front. Mirio, Amijiki, Hado, and Monoma surrounded the small table, happy-faced and looking at Eri. Shouta had Eri on his lap, holding her midsection.

"This big!" She made a wide gesture with her hand, far bigger than the cake itself. You all laughed, and you smiled and shook your head.

"How about this big?" You started to cut a piece, big enough for three fingers to be placed at the top of the slice. She nodded excitedly, jumping out of Shouta's grasp to stand on his thighs. He poked the back of her knees, and she buckled.

"Sit when you're eating." He chastised lightly, and she nodded, bringing a plastic green fork to her big slice. You handed out the other pieces to the students around you, Mirio happily phasing through a bite of cake through his face over and over, pretending to not know why he couldn't eat.

"You're using your quirk Uncle Mirio!" Eri squealed, frosting already on her face.

"Am I?" He yelled in a very happy voice, still doing it. Turning around to wash your hands and the knife, Monoma approached you from behind. He hadn't taken a bite out of his slice yet, instead wholly ignoring it because of something bothering him.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help." His voice was smooth, devoid of any teasing or pompous attitude. That was something that gave you whiplash, whenever the boy wasn't blinded by his jealousy of class 1-A, he was a kind and smart kid. Another thing you learned was that he was great with children, also aiding in helping soothe Eri whenever you and Shouta didn't jump the gun fast enough.

"Don't worry about it, Quirks aren't a cure-all, and no matter how OP they are, there's always going to be drawbacks." You shook your head, waving a wet hand at him. But the look on the copycat's face was not one of comfort.

"Still I wish I could be able to be a mentor for her." He looked down like he had failed in the worst ways possible.

"Monoma, listen." You fully dried your hands, putting one on his shoulder to make him look at you.

"There's only so much you could do, and what you did was wonderful. If you want to be a mentor to Eri, be there for her. Help her, be her friend." You gestured your head to the girl happily chattering with Hado. He followed your gaze, tense shoulders drooping at the sight. He looked back at you, nodding with a new determination in his eyes.

"Of course! I'll be the best mentor/friend/guide there is!" He sauntered away, joining in the large conversation. You smiled and leaned back against the sink, crossing your arms to fondly watch them. Shouta was blankly staring away, unwillingly participating in the conversation. He saw you, glared at you, and picked Eri off his lap, joining you by the sink.

"Hey." You smiled and looked at him.

"Hey." He replied back, watching the children.

You wrapped your arm around his back, rubbing soothing motions into it. Shouta’s dark eyes flashed to your face, watching you for a moment.

"I'm so proud of her." He mumbled, barely audible.

"I know, I hope we can keep her this happy." Your voice was fond and soft, love in every syllable.

"Me too."

But his eyes weren't on Eri.

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It was one in the morning, but neither of you could sleep.

Eri didn't know much, other than you and Shouta were going to be in a very big battle tomorrow and she'd be with Principal Nedzu all day. Or more. Or maybe forever.

You tucked your head under Shouta's chin, rubbing his back in circles. He was gently scratching your hair, holding you close.

"I can't sleep." You whispered, stopping your hands to hug him tightly.

"I can't either." He admitted, doing the same as well. "Promise me something." He whispered into your hair.

"Anything." You probably couldn't keep it. You knew it, if he asked you to stay alive, you couldn't possibly be in control of that.

"Don't make me do this without you." Shouta wrapped his legs further around you, unwilling to let you go.

"Of course. Promise me something?" You asked back, an ache starting in your heart.

"Anything." Shouta curled into you, tucking you further into himself.

"Come back alive."

"Of course."

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You and Shouta were separate, which was fine. Your quirks didn't exactly mesh well together, and you both were needed in separate areas. Still, you were terrified.

Your legs pumped as you ran straight into the broken building, the moment Ken had broken the Paranormal League Fronts base, you had been the few to immediately jump to action. Blame Shouta for your quick reaction time. Jumping up, you landed a swift but harsh kick to a villain's head, knocking them out cold. Soon, there were three others on you, quick to action. Thankful for the bright sunny day, you made a long knife with the light, slashing their legs. When they fell, you made quick work of cuffing the hands and wrapping their feet so they couldn't escape.

You did that again and again, perfectly dodging any close-range attacks they shot at you. Distant rumbling filled your ears, catching you off guard for a moment, just for a moment. But that moment was important, worry for your students and your friends distracted you from the person behind you. Barely turning around in time to catch their eyes.

A sudden searing pain filled your right side, blindingly hot and vicious. Your shoulder flung back, but it swung much harder than you intended like you had lost a monumental amount of weight. The air was knocked right out of your lungs when you landed on your back, trying desperately to catch your breath. Your eyes were unfocused, the only things visible were lights and darks. A shadow stepped above you, a harsh contrast to the hot white sun. Someone screamed from a distance, you didn't know who, but it sounded familiar. Slowly, you got your breath back, and just as fast, the pain dissipated. A feeling of floating overcame you, your mind losing all train of thought as consciousness escaped you. Another feeling invaded your stomach, a heavyweight worming its way into your soft belly, squirming and wiggling around in the delicate inner workings of your stomach. Just as it all started, it stopped in a sudden, jarring movement.

Someone lifted your limp head, and you tried to utter out a thanks, but only a quiet whisper came out. Someone was shouting your hero name, but the only thing you could work out was bright blonde hair. There was only one thought that came to your failing mind.

Shouta would be disappointed with how quickly you fell.

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Warm.

Fuzzy.

Floating.

Those were the only things you felt. You couldn't tell where you were, or even who you were, but they didn't really matter when you felt this good. Happiness filled your every atom, joy making your fingertips buzz. You could hear yourself breathing, but you couldn't really feel it, just like how sometimes your vision would go black for a mere millisecond before everything became bright again. What was that called? Blinking? Whatever it was made you upset, why couldn't you see? You sighed, deciding to succumb to sleep before anything else could upset you, too dizzy to try and look around.

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That happened a couple more times, the fleeting waking moments you were granted filled with that dizzying euphoria. Until it wasn't.

You came to with a broken gasp, an electrifying pain forcing you to sit up. But that in itself brought pain to your right side and stomach, something hot and uncomfortable. You tried to protect your middle with your hands, but the feeling of a stump and something missing made you look down in a panic.

Your arm.

Your right arm.

Your right arm was gone.

From your elbow down was nothing, a stump of your upper arm. It felt like there were pins and needles in the arm that was no longer there. Your stomach ached too, like you ate rotten food and ate it far too quickly.

Your breathing was quickening, heart racing as you tried to compile all your thoughts into one coherent train of thought. Loud and insistent beeping made your head swarm, your head snapped in that direction. In a sudden movement fueled by pain and fear, you toppled over the heart monitor. You were upset and so fucking scared. Your arm was gone, you were missing an entire limb. With no explanation as to why. Where was it? Why had it been taken from you?

Suddenly, a hoard of doctors flooded the whole room, one you hadn't even been aware of until now. Two grabbed your shoulders, trying to hold down your struggling form, trying to placate you with soothing words.

"Please, we're only trying to help." One whispered.

"We understand you're confused." Another meowed. Two were trying to set back up your monitor, while another pair tapped and messed with your vitals.

"It'll all feel better in a moment." One of the ones from your vitals spoke up, dropping a long tube that was connected to you on the ground. "We probably should've tried to wean you off the opioid better, but there's only so many of us." They shrugged apologetically, backing up.

The others did the same, giving you breathing room. Soon, your lungs stopped trying to fill themselves with air they didn't need, instead slowing down to a near-alarming degree. That same fuzzy feeling of pure euphoria filled you again, and you slowly slid down on the thin pillow on your cot. The scratchy feeling of the hospital blanket was quickly forgotten, instead replaced by the lack of feeling in your lower half.

Dreams never came to you in your drug-aided sleep.

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The next time you woke up wasn't nearly as traumatizing nor painful. It was still uncomfortable, and you were still confused, but thankfully an angel was waiting by your bedside.

"God? Am I dead? Oh God, I don't go to church nearly enough. Please forgive me Father, I have led astray from the path-" you started mumbling prayer, left hand shakily coming up to grasp out.

"Oh no, please I'm not an angel, even if I get that a lot. I'm a human with a quirk." The woman giggled, guiding your hand back down the cot, her skin was milky white and smooth, her fingernails long and white. Looking up, she had no pupils, only an expanse of white in her eyes. Speaking of eyes, she had much more than two. Nowadays, that wasn't much of a sight, but the upper half part of her face was filled with them. All of them missing pupils, all of them pure snow white. Her hair was long and just as white as her, almost curly. Two wings rested on her head, filled with eyes along the base. Unlike her own eyes, the ones on her wings had golden pupils, though they lacked any iris'.

"My name is Tenshi, and I'll be here to guide you through your confusion and pain." Even her voice was angelic, each note hitting perfectly in your ear.

"You are an angel." You murmured, eyes still fluttering from the bright white light above you.

"Here." She got up, her towering frame would've been overwhelming if you were fully conscious. She flicked off the lights, mid-afternoon light pooling in the room, making the room golden and making the tall woman even more ethereal. She walked over to you, form turning fuzzy and warping as she got closer. Tenshi leaned over, slapping your cheeks to get you to fully focus. When you did, she backed away.

"You must be confused." She walked back to your side, sitting on the side of the bed to face you. She ran a long and thin hand down your upper arm, the feeling making goosebumps rise. She stopped at your stump, instead, she hovered over the spot, the feeling of pillows on your aching stump soothed the pain, almost making it go away.

"Your arm was cut off during the battle, but thankfully one of your students managed to get you to a pro, who was able to cauterize it for you." She pulled back, wiping her hands.

"What…happened?" You gestured to your stump, lifting it up gently before setting it back down. There was also more to the question, like what happened after the battle? Months of planning, months of sitting anxiously for the end to come only for it to be over like that? How much did you actually help? How many did you lose?

“Well.” She sighed. “There is no easy way to put this, many heroes fell. They were either killed in battle, or they quit in the aftermath. Many villains were caught, but many high-level prisons were broken into by a man called One for All. Shigaraki and many of the Paranormal Leauge Front are still missing. One of your students briefly went rogue as well, but he returned safe and sound. And I think that's it!” She cheered, adjusting you more. “Now, I’ll go fetch your husband, bring some food and water, and leave you to your rest.” Tenshi sat up, wiping off her manicured hands and leaving before you could protest.

It was probably Midoiya who left.

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So first of all, you were right. That little shit went off on his own, weighed down by the guilt of Shigaraki’s escape and his self-acclaimed failures led him to believe he had to single-handly take on the world. Secondly, there had been a traitor amongst you, but it hadn’t been one of the staff, it had been a student. While it shattered your heart to hear the news, it also perplexed you, Aoyama of all people? It made sense why he never took his hero name seriously though, but that made you hurt more. Thirdly, society was falling apart behind the senses. People no longer trusted heroes at all, how could they when one by one they were all dropping? When their current number one had come out as a child abuser and wife beater, who bought his wife to use her quirk. Especially when his first child accidentally ‘killed’ himself at the age of twelve, and then turned into an arsonistic serial killer. But most importantly, last but not least.

“You cut off your own leg?” You yelled, incredulous. “I thought someone got you, like me, but no! You just fuckin’.” You made wild gestures with your hand, stump flailing along, still in absolute shock that your dumbass boyfriend cut off his own damn leg.

“It was the best course of action. It was either my leg or my student. The decision was easy.” Shouta shook his head, one eye closing. You sighed, shoulders slumping heavily. Your eyes trailed across his face, analyzing his lack of an eye, and lack of a right leg.

“Guess we’re both fucked up now.” You laughed emptily, flopping back on your cot. You brought one hand to softly trace your bandages, your wound didn't hurt as much anymore, bt the phantom pains were brutal. They often left you biting down on your pillow as your right side seized up in angry pain.

“We’re not fucked up.” He mocked your words, and you could hear him lean forward, metal leg creaking with him. “We’re scarred.” He reassured, reaching you to your bed. You looked over to him, eyes heavy and empty.

“Yeah, and it’s not over. Shigaraki is still out there, and All For One is out there now. I’m…tired Sho’. I’m so fuckin’ tired.” You put one hand up to cover your face, momentarily panicking when there wasn’t another hand to cover your right side. There was a pregnant pause.

“There is, something else I need to tell you.” You looked back over to Shouta, now fully taking in how beat the man was. His strong demeanor broken down to a hunch, hands limply hanging off his knees.

“Yeah?” Your heart leaped to your throat, please god, or anyone if you’re out there, if you’re out there, don’t let it be Eri.

“It’s about Nemuri. She’s…gone, they’re giving us her part in the will sometime next week.” Shouta’s voice was soft, devoid of any negative emotions. Even if your eyes filled with tears, you shook your head and laughed.

“Don’t mess with me like that Sho’, it’s really not funny.” You stared at him, your smile falling when he just gave you a sad look. His lips pulled in as a frown etched into his rugged features. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered, opening up your arms to him again. Shouta closed his eyes tight, falling into your arms. You both cried together, sobs heaving out of your bodies. Another one of his friends gone. One of your friends died.

Even if you both were older, no longer trapped in the awkward stages of young adulthood, you both felt so small at that moment. The whole world was tilting, and you had no choice but to fall into the inky black abyss of the unknown, no matter how desperate your attempts to flee were.

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You were scared. You were cold, and it was a terrible day for rain.

Your leg was slowly crumbling under your sight, there wasn’t even any pain as your left leg slowly disintegrated before your eyes. A flash of green filled your eyes, quickly pulled away the hand that had been gripping your ankle in a painful grip. But it did nothing to stop you from plummeting to the dirt, hundreds of feet off the ground.

Technically, you shouldn’t even be here, in the heart of the battlefield. But during a national emergency, the Japanese government had to pull out all the stops, especially after the fall of the Commision and the death of America’s number one. So you and Shouta and many others had been pulled out of recovery to be put on the front lines, with little to no warning. Both of you had sat in his hospital room, just sitting side by side. The memory was clear in your head as the wind rushed by your ears.

“What about Eri, who will take care of her?” You whispered, not able to look at Shouta, instead your eyes hyperfocused on the white walls in front of you two. The man’s arm was wrapped around your shoulder, making sure he would not disturb your stump. You decided not to wear a prosthetic, it would only get in the way of you Quirk anyway.

“Worse comes down to worse, Nedzu will do a decent job. She’ll come out smart at least.” Shouta shrugged as if the thoughts of leaving the child you two had been raising and taking care of side by were nothing. It was so much more than that, Eri was basically your daughter at this point, having spent so much time with her, giving her the right environment for her to grow and learn, giving her the school to go to school. She was the child you never wanted to have, and now the one that you couldn’t bear to leave.

There was a pause as you rubbed your only hand on Shouta’s left side.

“Don’t die on me Shouta Aizawa.” You lolled your head onto the expanse of his chest, his usual blue nightgown replaced by a thick dark blue sweater.

“I could say the same.” He whispered into your hair, tugging you close. The dead night air only made the silence in the room deafening, every and all noises amplified a hundred times. Still, you’d never replace this moment with anything else.

You smiled sadly at the memory, fat tears rolling up into the sky.

“Sorry I couldn’t keep my promises.” You laughed, the ground getting closer and closer. There was a cacophony of noises around you, the sounds of crashing buildings, sirens, screaming, shouting, things breaking and crumbling beneath your eyes. The disintegrating had stopped, the only thing remaining of your left leg was a dusty stump ending mid-thigh. “Sorry I couldn’t stay Sho’.” Your smile was becoming one of a grimace. “Sorry I’m making you do all of this without me.” Someone was shouting your name, but your vision was too clouded with tears, too busy coming to tears with your own impending death to care. “Sorry I’m not just a call away, I’m sorry to everyone I failed.” You finally sobbed, the hand you had left was covered in blisters and burns, but you had only barely noticed. Suddenly everything was dark, and the feeling of absolutely nothing engulfed your whole body.

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“You’re…alive.” His hand reached out to you, covered in mud and blood, his dark hair wild and splayed across his head, like a dark halo.

“You’re alive.” You breathed back, trying desperately to reach over with your other hand. You were so tired, every bone and fiber in your being filled with lead, the energy sapped out of you. There was screaming, sounds of crying and yelling surrounding you in every corner. But none it mattered, all that mattered was who was in front of you.

Shouta Aizawa.

“Not even death himself could reap me. Not without you.” He laughed softly, tears filling his dark eyes, falling down his pale cheeks. You laughed wetly with him, pain choking you off. Still, that didn’t stop the pure bliss that filled you.

“You know, I used to think you hated me. And for a little, I hated you as well.” You admitted, trying to scoot closer to him. The hard cold ground made it hard, dirt and rocks digging into your delicate body.

Shouta shook his head, trying to scoot closer to you too.

“No, I never hated you. I knew the moment I met you, that you’d be the biggest pain in my ass.” You brought one shaky hand up to brush through your hair, fingers gently caressing your sweaty and bloodied face. He paid no mind to your black eye, or the cuts and scrapes littered across your face.

“I knew from the moment I met you, that I would love you.” Shouta admitted, eyes never faltering from yours. Finally, his hand met yours, interlocking your fingers as you both had wormed each other into one another's lives. Palms touching, ignoring the sting of pain and blood that emerged from the touch. You sobbed out a laugh, and he did too, uncaring of who saw you two. Shouta let out a real, belly aching laugh, dissolving into sniffles. How you made him so weak, he’d never know. Not even the highest ends of Nomu’s could do that, but you?

Anything.

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no body talk to me,, im so upset,,MY BABAYYYYY WAHHGHGHGGH

anyways, i have a small thing for pt five imagined, but I'm gonna focus on other projects, more specifically try and finish two asks that have been rotting in my inbox,,oopsies,,but I'm literally so sad to know this is overrrrrr,,I lowkey struggled with the end, since I love canon and the ending isn't over yet, but the idea of aizawa dying literally rips my heart open so I'm gonna pretend he literally can't

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jenoslutie · 2 years

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pairing: jeno x reader

warnings: smut, phone sex, use of toys. i think thats it :) lmk if i missed anything!

wc: 575

jenos at work and you're very well aware that you shouldn't bother him. however you're even more aware of the growing ache between your legs.

jeno has been super busy and has had no time at all for you, working late nights and being too tired to do anything when he gets home.

and you have been miserable.

you've never wanted your boyfriend as bad as you do now. so you decide you're definitely bother him at work.

starting off by scrolling through your photos until you find a video jeno had sent you, jerking off on the same bed you were sat on, his low groans sending shivers down your spine, getting you even more worked up. you reached towards your side table and pulled out your dildo that you used for times jeno wasn't home. slipping it between your soaking wet folds, you rubbed it in between your folds a little before sinking down on the toy, the sound of your dripping wet cunt mixed with jenos groans making your thoughts hazy.

following along to your original plan, you grabbed your phone and quickly opened your camera app, setting your phone low enough to capture where your cunt swallows up the clear glass dildo and pressing record. bouncing on the toy like your life depends on it, reaching a hand down to toy with your clit, adding on to the pleasure, your body shaking with no control as you toppled over the edge, moaning out loudly "d-daddy miss you s-so much" your climax hitting you hard, body shuddering while you rode out your climax before you came to a stop, lifting off the toy which was coated with your juices.

knowing what jeno likes best, you lowered yourself onto the bed, so your face was visible in the camera, taking the dildo in your mouth eagerly, sinking down all the way to the base. the sounds of you gagging filling the room. you made sure to make it extra sloppy, just the way he likes.

when the toy was clean of your juices, you ended the video and sent it to your boyfriend straight away.

not long after, the sound of your phone ringing fills the room, you looked at the caller id and it was none other than your boyfriend.

“hey” you greeted but no reply, only heavy breathing could be heard from his side. “babyyyy?” a smirk forming on your lips, knowing exactly what he’s up to. “you knew i was at work y/n”

he’s right. you did.

but what’s the fun in waiting right?

“but i was so needy and i missed you so much” that’s all it took for him to send a video call request. you accepted and were faced with the sight of jeno with his head thrown back and the sounds of low groans. “such a needy little thing fuck you’re so impatient baby, need to fuck you so bad” he was blabbering any and everything that came to his mind. “missed your cock so much daddy, need to feel you” he gasped softly at your words, nearing his high. “i-i’m gonna fuck you so good when i get home, i promise” he groaned loudly before his high came over him, sending waves of pleasure through him, legs shaking and hips jerking up, riding out his high.

“you could’ve told me before you know?” he chuckled to which you shrugged

“i liked this way better”

a/n: i was scrolling on twitter yesterday and i saw some art and it heavily inspired this :D

hope you enjoy! and feedback is appreciated :)

#nct smut #neohub #jeno smut #nct dream smut #jeno imagines

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gimmethatagustd · 2 years

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just me being greedy and dropping a second req lmao oop. FOR JOON HOES EVERYWHERE!! your boyfriend knows he's been busy with work and slightly neglecting you, but he's planned the perfect evening for the two of you to ~reconnect -- too bad every single thing that *can* go wrong, *does* go wrong.

FOCUS ON ME | KNJ

Namjoon just wanted to have a magical evening with you. So how did it end up becoming a nightmare? (An alternative summary: Namjoon is clumsy and dramatic. You love him anyway.)

» pairing: namjoon x reader

» rating/genre: BTS | PG | established relationship | humor | crack

» word count/date: 3k | August 2022

» warnings: things are not always what they seem

» notes: i hope you enjoy this ABSOLUTE INSANITY 😌 also fun fact, the magic lounge is a real speakeasy / magic bar in chicago that i love going to

» masterlist

» what was jai listening to? good time - wayv

Namjoon flung open the front door of your apartment, nearly knocking a photo of the two of you off the wall. He had his suit jacket slung over his arm and tugged off his tie as he barreled down the hallway towards the bedroom.

“Are you ready?!?”

“You aren’t ready,” you said with a roll of your eyes from your seat in the living room.

You sipped a glass of wine (a solo pregame, you could say) while you waited for your boyfriend to figure out what avant-garde outfit he was going to wear to the Magic Lounge. Because, as he’d said, “It’s the Magic Lounge, babe. We have to look the part.”

If looking the part meant looking like an absolute maniac, Namjoon was killing it.

Maybe everyone else at the magic show would think he was gorgeous, his dark hair flowing at the nape of his neck and swept over his forehead, the sparkly button-up he wore hugging tight to his muscles when he rolled the sleeves up his arms. But you? You knew he was a maniac. Only a maniac would walk outside in slacks that hugged his thighs like that.

It was downright illegal.

Just like the way Namjoon parked outside your apartment complex, made evident by the large yellow ticket tucked under the windshield wipers of his car.

“The fuck?” He snatched the paper, dark eyes scanning the fine print.

“You parked literally right next to a fire hydrant.”

“It was for maybe twenty minutes.”

You cocked your head to the side. “You’re kidding, right? Kim Namjoon, you’re a lawyer.”

“And?” He tossed the ticket into the backseat of the car when he slid behind the steering wheel. “I’m not a cop.”

“Are you sure you actually went to get your driver’s license, or is that ID just a fake one you bought off your student intern?”

Holding in the laugh that threatened to escape from the way Namjoon sent you a glare was nearly impossible. The only thing that saved you was the fact that he nearly drove off the road from looking at you too long.

Date nights were rare in your household, though that hadn’t always been the case. The first two years of your relationship with Namjoon was all late night adventures, giggles, and bitten lips. You’d loved the spontaneity of it, even though you didn’t always consider yourself to be the type to jump into decisions without thinking first.

But then Namjoon graduated from law school and the long hours of corporate law kicked in. There were nights you never saw Namjoon; it was easy for him to stay cooped up in his office.

In all honesty, you didn’t give a shit what you did, as long as you could do it with him. Grocery shopping could be a date if it meant you could playfully bump the shopping cart into his butt and chase each other down the aisles.

Still, it was nice to get dressed up and visit the new bar that hosted magic shows every other weekend. You weren’t the last attendees to arrive at the Magic Lounge, and that’s all that mattered to you. Although, you were a bit concerned that just because you’d arrived didn’t mean you could go.

“What do you mean the ticket is invalid? It’s right here. See, the timestamp was only a week ago.”

“Sir, I’m telling you what I’m seeing when I scan your code.”

Namjoon held up his phone for the bar host to view, perhaps getting a bit too animated in his display. That was what stress did to him; he got so tightly wound up something as simple as a wrench in his plans could have him grinding his molars. When you saw his jaw pull taunt, that’s when you knew an intervention was due.

“Um, hello.” You pushed past Namjoon to stand before the host. If you’d made it all the way to the bar to be turned away at the front doors, Namjoon was going to lose it. “Maybe there’s a problem with that ticket? Can you try this one instead?”

“Of course.” The host’s demeanor quickly shifted as he inspected your digital ticket. He gave you a boxy smile that wasn’t lost on Namjoon, his large hands brushing against yours when he took your phone from you. “Looks like this one worked. You can both follow me and I’ll take you to your seats.”

It was hard to keep up with the man as you trailed him through the bar. “This guy is all legs,” you muttered under your breath to Namjoon, but he only grunted.

You finally reached a bookcase in the back of the room. You and Namjoon gave each other side glances, unsure of what a bookcase was doing in a bar. Sure, it had an upscale speakeasy aesthetic, but the little reading nook seemed a bit random. That is, until the man pulled a book off the shelf and the entire bookcase slid to the side, revealing a secret door to a large room with a stage at the front and many tables scattered around it.

“Oh shit, wow.” You hurried behind the man, thankful to quickly find your table and sit down. From seemingly nowhere, the host handed you food and cocktail menus.

“My name is Taehyung, by the way. But you can call me Tae,” he said with that same boxy smile, shooting you a sly wink with his back slightly turned away from Namjoon. “I’ll take care of you tonight, so if you need anything, feel free to use the call button to let me know.”

“What call button?” Namjoon interjected, having looked at the table and seeing nothing of the sort.

Taehyung smirked at him before leaning in a bit closer to you. He smelled refreshing, like a mojito, and you wondered if he also prepared the drinks. You felt your face grow hot as he brought his hand up, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. When he pulled away, he held a small device in his hand.

“This call button.”

Your mouth fell open, clearly entertained by the simplest of tricks. “I haven’t seen one of these before. How does it work?”

Taehyung shot you another grin as he straightened up. “Magic.”

Namjoon let out a loud snort as your host slipped away to attend to other patrons. “That was corny as fuck.”

“You said you wanted to come here!” You teased, poking his shin with the toe of your shoe while you flipped through the menus.

His expression softened a bit and he tapped your shin with his shoe as well, although much gentler than you had. “Thank you for coming, babe.”

“Oh, it’s not something to thank me for.” You ducked behind the cocktail menu. The romantic feelings stuff always made you feel shy. It was your luck that your boyfriend lived for romance. It was part of the reason why his new job was putting a strain on your relationship. He didn’t like not having time with you.

“It is, though,” he continued, pulling on the menu to expose your face. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.”

As the lights in the room faded to signal the beginning of the show, Namjoon took a hold of your hand from across the table and brought it to his lips. A bit of stubble pricked your skin when he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

“Good evening, folks!”

A rather plain looking man in a simple suit stood on the stage, introducing himself as the magician for the night. He looked nothing like what you’d expected, but that didn’t mean his talent was lacking - in your opinion. Although some of his jokes were corny (which Namjoon believed he’d predicted after the little Taehyung situation), you were all wide eyes and small giggles at the magic tricks he performed. Magic, honestly, pissed you off. You hated that you couldn’t understand how things happened, but that was also the fun of it all. Wonder wasn’t a feeling adults got to experience much in life. You found that to be rather sad.

Namjoon managed to maintain a state of wonder, though. If it was writing poetry or going to art museums, he found a way to bring creativity and novelty into your lives, much like the magician was now.

He also managed to bring a bit of chaos with him, too. That was a type of wonder, wasn’t it?

“Shit,” Namjoon hissed. You watched in slow motion as his elbow knocked into his glass, spilling water all over the table. Thank god the glass didn’t break, but you still let out a small yelp and immediately shot up from your chair to avoid getting water on your clothes.

“Ah, yes! You, with the blue hair! Come on up!”

Your eyes grew wide as you turned to see every single person in the room staring directly at you. The magician waved you over; he’d taken you standing up to indicate your eagerness to participate in whatever his next trick was.

“Oh fuck,” you whispered when your long-legged friend arrived to escort you to the stage. Namjoon watched with his mouth hanging open as you weaved through the tables and eventually climbed the stairs to the stage.

Why hadn’t you just said no?!

“Welcome! What’s your name?” The magician looked even more normal up close, though he had some pretty dope makeup that made his eyes stand out compared to the plainness of his outfit.

“Y/N.” You tried not to sound nervous, but you’d finally noticed the rectangular box sitting on a table in the middle of the stage. Fuck fuck fuck.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Now, we’ve never met before, have we?”

You shook your head.

“Great. Have to confirm for the skeptics, right?” His laugh was deep and melodic. “Now, you’re going to help me by getting comfy in this display. Can you handle that?”

You looked out in the audience to find Namjoon, but the stage lights made it difficult to see anything. Well, there was no point in embarrassing yourself further by chickening out, right?

“Sure.”

The magician took your hand and helped you into the rectangular box, and you tried not to feel like you were putting yourself into a coffin as you eased into a lying position. At least when the magician closed the box over you, your head and feet stuck out so you didn’t feel completely trapped.

Well, until you realized just what this trick was.

“Uhh, can we-” you began, but the magician turned to the audience.

“Now, as you can see, my lovely assistant is nestled in the display case.” You hated that he was calling it a display case. It made you feel like a bug or something. “I’m going to take this real saw-”

You didn’t hear anything else he said. All the blood rushed to your head, and all you could hear was the sound of the ocean in your ears as the magician began sawing you in half.

“Wait, wait,” Namjoon reached out and grabbed a hold of Taehyung’s shirt as the man walked past your table. “What the fuck is happening right now?”

Taehyung smiled and wrinkled his nose at your boyfriend. “Magic, of course.”

“Don’t fuck with me, man.” Namjoon tightened his grip on Taehyung’s shirt, closing the space between the two of them to glare the man straight in the face. Taehyung narrowed his eyes and stood his ground, much to Namjoon’s surprise.

“If you don’t calm down, I will have to escort you out, sir.”

“I wish you’d fucking try.”

Right when Taehyung grabbed Namjoon’s hand to rip it from his shirt, the audience cheered. Namjoon let go of Taehyung and focused his attention on the stage where the magician held out his arms to showcase the rectangular box. It was now completely cut in half. And empty.

Where the fuck were you? You weren’t dead. Well, Namjoon hoped the fuck not! But you also weren’t here, and he didn’t like that. Not one fucking bit.

“Skeptical?” The magician asked the crowd, hearing a few cheers ripple through the room. “Would anyone like to come up and see for yourself?”

Namjoon immediately forgot about Taehyung, determined to get the magician’s attention. When the man beckoned for Namjoon to approach the stage, he charged forward and nearly stumbled up the stairs in his haste.

“Welcome! I invite you to take a look around the stage to confirm that yes, my lovely assistant has indeed disappeared.”

Namjoon ignored the magician and frantically paced the stage. He moved around the two pieces of the box, examined the table the pieces sat on, eyed the floor to look for any holes or trapdoors. Whatever the fuck tricks magicians had up their sleeves to make the impossible happen. Maybe Namjoon was stupid or wasn’t observant, but he couldn’t find anything… Nothing at all.

While the magician bragged about his success in making you disappear, Namjoon slumped back to your table. Obviously, the skit was that you would disappear and then the magician would make you reappear. That was the whole point. Namjoon would just need to sit and wait.

Fuck that.

His sharp eyes scanned the tables, keeping an eye out for that douchebag Taehyung. With the man nowhere in sight, Namjoon slipped out of his seat. He followed the perimeter of the room until he found a black door with a faded sign that read EMPLOYEES ONLY. Giving the handle a little jiggle, he quickly slipped inside while the magician rambled on stage about his next great trick. He wasn’t concerned about you. But Namjoon was. He was going to figure out where the fuck you were, and then the two of you were leaving because he did not particularly enjoy what he just witnesses.

Magic or not.

The door led him to a large backroom. The air felt granular, like dust in his lungs. A lone box fan did its best to circulate in the room. Props and unknown machinery lined the walls and at least a dozen employees scurried around the room, looking for whatever items were needed for the next magic act - at least, from what Namjoon assumed. He suddenly felt very out of place with his flamboyant outfit while the employees wore dark outfits. Namjoon was definitely not where he belonged.

Luckily, no one paid any attention to Namjoon as he weaved through the props and racks of costumes. It didn’t take him long to decide that you weren’t in this room, either. Eventually, he came to another black door marked VIP at the other end of the room. His hand left a sweaty imprint on the gold handle as he pushed inside.

The entire room black with gold accents. Gold specks were woven into the black carpet. Gold end tables flanked a black couch. Gold earrings dangled against your neck as you laughed, tossing your head back and slapping your hand against your knee.

“Y/N,” Namjoon spoke in an exhale, slightly bending over to catch his breath. “What are you doing?”

Your face lit up when you saw him and you jumped to your feet to wrap him in a crushing hug. “Oh my god, Joonie, did you see it? Did you see me? Didn’t I do a great job? Oh fuck, I had no idea what was happening at first.” You babbled on, but all Namjoon could do was lean against the door.

“You!” His eyes fell on an unfortunately familiar face who’d sat next to you on the couch - the person who’d had you laughing. “You knew where Y/N went and you didn’t tell me.”

Taehyung flipped a gold coin between his knuckles and shrugged. “It’s all part of the show. You paid for it, didn’t you?”

Was it fair for Namjoon to feel jealous? This was supposed to be his date night with you, and you’d spent most of it in a dark room with Taehyung and whoever else the other people were in the room, likely all magicians with tricks he didn’t want to know about.

“Why didn’t you come back?”

You rubbed Namjoon’s chest, squeezing him even tighter. “You’re so dramatic, baby. I’m supposed to go back in about ten minutes. I’ll reappear, say surprise! Then we can watch the rest of the show!”

Namjoon gave you a long, unreadable stare.

“Nope. We’re leaving.”

“What??”

He snatched your wrist and led you through the storage room, muttering to himself. “Watched you get sawed in half. Disappeared. On date night, of all nights. With Mister Long Legs, even.”

You couldn’t help but smile as your boyfriend stomped through the venue, stopping to drop a tip on your table (because he was cranky, but he had manners), before leading you back through the bookcase. You’d never seen him so worked up before, and quite frankly, it was pretty hot. So maybe you were a little bit of a brat, but it was cute how Namjoon seemed to have genuinely worried about where you were.

“You knew it was fake the whole time, right? Like, you knew I wasn’t in any real danger, right?” You poked him in the side, but he didn’t look at you, only led you to your parked car. “Joonie.”

“Yes, yes, I know it’s not real! But it was weird and I… I just wanted you to be with me, okay? I didn’t want to wait around alone and not have you with me.” He pouted and waited for you to get into the car before he got in himself. The two of you sat in silence for a moment. While you’d had plenty of time to process what you considered a pretty dope magic trick, Namjoon was obviously in his feelings.

“Hey, babe. I’m right here, okay? We can go home, if you want. Get into some comfy clothes and snuggle?” You captured his hand in your own and pressed it to your lips as he had done to you earlier. He set his soft gaze on you and it was impossible not to melt. Drama king or not.

“Alright. But… Can I ask you a question first?”

You pressed another kiss to his hand. “Of course, baby. Whatever you want.”

He visibly gulped and leaned his head against the seat headrest as he turned to better look at you. “How did he do it? The trick?”

You brought your lip between your teeth and smiled into your eyes.

“Magic.”

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canaidliafail · 10 months

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streamer ellie Williams x dancer reader 🌿

Id call this an excessively long shitpost. It is in the same timeline with staygrounded but I wrote it down for self indulgent reasons such as -to no ones surprise- venting. It ain’t good btw but its getting better I think.

CW: first of all, reader is a dancer/ dance teacher || short mention of self harm || MDI: there are sexual themes if I remember correctly || Ellie being very gay

If you by any chance do enjoy this concept I don’t mind writing a part 2 tho. Requests are open ✨

“you blame it on the drugs I dont give a fuck cause the damage is done,

and you talk about suicide, its the way you manipulate”

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47 ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

gossip, rumors, spreading a false narrative and falling in love with being a victim of life and most importantly a victim of you.

So many things that could have been said about her. So many and yet all sat stale at the tip of your tongue. You wanted to rip her to shreds, put a curse on her and considered spending life in prison for premeditated murder. Then you cried and just prayed she would leave you alone and that she would find happiness and that you would never hear anything about it. You scratched your arms, the stitches holding your flesh together getting irritably itchier day by day. flesh that you so willingly sliced a week ago and regretted right after.

It was fucking embarrassing to fall to such depths of despair and misery cause of love. In life we allow things to happen to us. Saying that was comfort of some sorts. It gave you control over a situation that you were dragged around like a puppet.

Could truly another person's venom poison you this irreversibly?

And while you did crave love and attention you refused to humiliate yourself by asking for it,let alone admit to it.

“she didn’t love you, she loved the idea of being with you. You have to realize it baby, You are a known figure now…People will do that to you. This is a whole new world you just entered”

You shook your head and dully stared at the screen playing lo-fi on loop

“New world ? Feels like I'm back in high school”

You sat on the other end of the couch numb and mute. It had been a week since you spoke to your roommate and two since you last saw your whole friend group. You warned them

“I can’t talk but I really need you”

and they came and would chime in to whatever little but you were willing to share that night.

You all woke up around the same time the next day, exam season not really willing to cooperate with your mental breakdown and started getting ready. You had already failed 2 subjects. shit was not going your way so on the fourth day you just gave up and decided to go with the flow

“how bad can it get”

bit of advice fellas, never fucking say that cause it CAN get worse.

While initially you were well prepared for exams, You mixed up the days when you were supposed to submit assignments and the days when you were taking a written exam.

2 failed subjects, 4 more to go.

4 failed subjects… 2 more to go

Hot girl summer just doesn’t feel the same once you hit your 20s it seems.

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You were aimlessly watching one story after the other,barely there and hardly caring what exactly you were looking at. Abby had just posted one cryptic photo with a girl you saw around in the community and smiled. You could tell something was going on with her and that other streamer girl and you smiled. You thought they were a good match and quite frankly you were just glad to see that some people were doing better in their love life than you ever could. It gave you hope that things like that still existed even if you weren't meant to experience them. Ellie had also just posted and you took a minute longer to appreciate her slender form dressed in tights and a top while horse riding. She was hot and she knew it and you liked that attitude of hers. You checked the next story which was a black screen with a text

*I fell off my horse two minutes after taking that pic*

And chuckled. Your eyes drifted off to the green square mark and cocked a brow

Oh?

So you were in her close friends ?

You sat up

“Wait since when has she-” You asked yourself out loud and noticed that indeed she was following you. In the midst of working on new content and getting out of your depressive slump you started checking your social less and less too busy with dance practice and trying to enjoy life and it seemed like in the middle of your subtle break things…. Happened

Maybe a few months ago when you were down bad for her this would’ve affected you but now you just shrugged and closed your phone. You need to get back to practicing a new dance combo for a video and you couldn’t be bothered. Your ex had scared you off from dating public figures for good. Dating was a strong word…You hardly wanted even a fling at this point.

You got dressed up and put on a wig, fixing your makeup in place and making a movement test before you went to the studio to record the new choreo so that you could only worry about the variation and not have any unnecessary technical issues. The studio was a few minutes away from your place by bus and you put on the songs you planned on rehearsing to get in the mood on your way there humming softly and tuning out any other thought polluting your mind.

There's was a text notification from the user

Elliefuckingwilliams

Which you forced yourself to ignore refusing to entertain whatever she could have texted you. If this was a month ago maybe you would have but now you didnt want to.

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Ignoring her was your plan until you posted the new video of your dance which admittedly you did look good and may have been one of your best videos up to date. Ellie Was the third like on that post and she had shamelessly double texted you. You chewed on your lip nervous and uncertain

“She texted me again”

Ophelia, your roommate, peeked her head from her iPad and looked at you curious

“Who?”

“Ellie”

“ELLIE?! WAIT THE ELLIE?!” She jumped up and for a moment you for sure she came for your throat but instead clutched the blankets on your couch

“And what do you mean again ?! When did all of this happen ?”

“Relax it all started today and you know I wanted to tell you once we had time to properly hang out” You said fighting back a smile knowing that this was a victory. Ophelia had suffered you for months crying over your ex, then thirsting over Ellie and then back to square one. You owed her an update on your emotional affairs which you swore that they would stay stagnant.

“So what did she say ?”

You opened the Direct messages

Elliefuckingwilliams: Hey I have a question

Elliefuckingwilliams: Is your studio in Seattle ?

Elliefuckingwilliams: I have a project and am looking for a dance instructor. Let me know if you would be interested in a collab

“Ah. Just work stuff it seems”

“EXCUSES SHE JUST WANTS TO EAT YOU OUT AND IS LOOKING FOR A EXCUSE”

“You are shameless”

You stared at each other with a smirk fighting to break through, wanting to seem equally serious despite the ridiculous situation.

“She does not”

“She does. I’m betting 50 dollars”

Oh fuck off ill just roll you a blunt”

“A WIN IS A WIN” she said with her hands in the air “No come on! Respond already you are driving me crazy”

You rolled your eyes and considered her offer. You were taken aback cause Ellie didn’t seem like she would do anything with…dancing. However you weren’t new to influencers trying new things to get back on the algorithms favor so you brushed it off as her chasing new heights to her already growing fame.

-Hey, I’m not sure where you are exactly and it isn’t my studio. I am just renting the space but I could give you a lesson or two

Elliefuckingwilliams: Sweet! When are you available ? I have a gap next week otherwise it can be next month

You stared at her immediate response and quirked your brow in approval. Professional and straight to the point. You could respect that. Not what you were aiming for. You tried to ignore the previous conversations you two had that showed above her new messages. Your fruitless attempts at getting her attention in the most stupid of ways. Can’t blame a girl for trying. Shoot for the stars they say. You’ll land on dirt but hey, at least you gave it a fair shot and therefore no one could blame you for trying.

-This week is good. Say Friday ?

Elliefuckingwilliams: Yeah yeah cool! I'll text you the day before so that you can tell me your location and everything

You pursed your lips and turned to look at Ophelia who was on all fours on your couch desperately trying to steal a glance at your phone screen. You tossed it on one of the floor cushions

“Not a date. I’m just gonna be her dance instructor so looks like you owe me that blunt”

“Nu-uh. Bet you’ll be raw dogging in the studio. We will see who wins on Friday”

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“And the dance floor is filling up with blood, But oh, Lord you’ve never been so in love”

ELLIE’s POV

Ellie was convinced that God had specifically hand crafted her body to be incapable of dancing. She had no coordination and perhaps was even tone deaf which was ridiculous for someone who played the guitar and sang. Not that she was a pro at that either but who creates a musician who doesn’t understand how to step on notes in any way other than with an instrument ? So now that she had texted you she was frantic, bouncing her leg up and down and chewing on the flesh around her fingernails.

“What's gotten into you?”

Dina asked while folding clothes. She was at her and Jesse's apartment for the night and she had yet to tell them about her new crush and her impatient attempt at getting to see you as soon as possible. Ellie was aware of you as a creator. Be it from a post-share on her friends stories or you falling on her timeline she would see you here and there. She vividly remembered a month where you peaked and she went from seeing you once every two months at best to seeing you every week. And she was curious as to why was everyone going crazy over you and your content. You seemed to interact mostly with Abby’s girl.

That’s how Ellie referred to the girl Abby seemed to be crushing on. In a game of broken telephone and who told what, Ellie planned on seeing how close Abby was with her girl and if that was close enough for her to ask if she could…well ask her about you and then somehow for that information to get back to you.

But all that plan failed the second Ellie asked

“So is Cotton dating anyone?”

And Abby took that horribly wrong and now was set on gatekeeping her. Ellie was awkward and a mess and couldn’t communicate properly what she wanted because to her, what she asked was obvious and had no hidden meaning or intention but the world around her didn’t work like that and she struggled so fucking hard with it.

Ellie’s second grant failure was when she followed you back. She was sure that you wouldn’t have missed it. But the silence was so loud it was deafening. You were still posting but you were otherwise quiet everywhere else. You rarely even watched her stories at this point so Ellie decided to grow a backbone and some balls and directly message you.

She flinched at the dry responses she gave you to your previous interactions which back then seemed professional but now they seemed…So distant.

Finally, she texted you.

and you responded.

“Dina I did a stupid thing”

Dina tossed the clothes in the wardrobe and kicked close giving up on tidying Jesse’s shit

“Ok, stupid how? Like speaking money or-”

“I texted my crush-”

“You have a crush?”

“Yes and so I texted her and-”

“Who is she ?”

“A content creator, anyways so I texted her”

“WHo?”

“Dina can you let me talk?!” she said frustrated and Dina grinned. She went to the kitchen aisle to grab a bottle of water and tossed another one Ellie’s way. She leaned against the counter listening to her friend endless yawping about this new crush. she called her twice a day until Friday, and would recite every move and gesture she planned on using to seduce you. Dina would turn each one down by saying

“You do realize that when you see her you will just shit your pants from excitement and won't say anything right?”

So ellie would hang up and call a few hours later with a new plan that aligned more with how she typically acted.

When Friday came she showered twice and changed outfits over and over again, as a result she was late. She was proud of her fit since the sleeveless turtleneck did a nice job at hugging her slim, well built frame and showed off her toned arms that took years of calisthenics to build and paired with a baggy pair of sweatpants she felt like she had the biggest dick in the city.

But once she parked outside of the studio you mentioned cold sweat ran down her spine and her hands felt clammy and sticky from anxiety.

what the hell am I doing

she questioned and rested her head against the steering wheel. She drummed her fingers on the soft leather and hummed a melody to ease her nerves till she heard light tapping on the window. She lifted her head and looked up and there you were. hair loose, shorts and a baggy graphic T that had a faded graffiti-like artwork of spiderman.

She hated how much she loved the sight in front of her.

she opened her door and slid out trying to gather her stuff in a hurry

“Hi sorry, were you waiting long? I missed the bus and had to wait a bit until the next one came…”

“no no! Its cool I was just, ugh trying to calm down cause I'm nervous”

you smiled and lowered your brows in empathy

“I assumed you would. You don't have experience in dancing right? Or at least you haven’t mentioned it anywhere”

She winced at how obvious her lie was and she didn’t know how to answer to that

I don’t dance but If that’s what it takes to fuck you then sure I can learn how to do a Ronde de Jambe

“ah yeah you got me there, I’ve never danced before”

“That’s cool with me. Just curious on what piqued your interest to start now. New hobby or…?”

“yeah new hobby!” she hurried to answer, glad that you inspired her on what lie to use for the day.

You nodded while checking her out head to toe and before she had time to boost her ego and assume that you did because you found her hot you said-

“Hm. I will need you to wear tighter pants next time so that I can see what you are doing with your legs. But for today it's fine”

and took the keys out of your duffel bag

“Well. Ellie williams. Ready to start?”

“ah yeah just, be gentle…? I've never done anything remotely close to dancing with my body and I might be pretty stiff”

“Don’t worry about it. I've had every type of student and all of them managed to pull a few cool moves in their second month. If there’s a will there’s a way”

she smiled more nervous than before. You were formal and professional leaving little close to no space for her to get flirty and she was at a loss. She should’ve done more research on dancer etiquette so that she wouldn’t have looked like such an uneducated swine but there was no point in getting angry over that now.

“We will start with basic breathing exercises and a warm up just to get you in the swing of things. We will start with body isolations”

Ellie stared at you from the mirror as you showed her the first few basic motions

“Alright so for the warmup just follow my lead”

you grabbed the remote and put on “never ending song” by Conan Grey which had a pretty standard rhythm and was easy to dance along to. Ellie was in awe with the plasticity of your body, every move being a continuation of the previous one all like a rolling tide of emotions complimenting the beat and the beat complimenting you.

On the other end, Ellie was too embarrassed to look at her own reflection

“alright so first to isolate your hips from your chest” you said and let the next song play. You laid your palm flat on her back and pointed a bit below her collarbones holding your fist in the air

“move with me, breathe in” you said and she tried to copy your move watching your chest rise. You shook your head

“no, I need only your chest to move. Relax your shoulders love” you teased with an easy smile and Ellie by now was a mess, from the proximity and from the simple exercise of trying to move your breathing pattern

You were oblivious to it all going from one body part to another occasionally fixing up her posture and tapping the part that she had to focus on, but all hell broke loose in your brain when you laid your hand on her stomach asking her to clench and unclench her core hunching within herself.

“You were so dramatic before, look at you Els. You just needed a little basic guidance “ you encouraged and she smiled and looked at you in excitement, oblivious to the fact that when she turned her head she was a breath away from accidentally kissing you

“ah! I-“

you smirked and pulled away

“I've been rehearsing this one choreo, best way to understand these exercises is through a dance routine. How do you feel about that?”

Ellie agreed and while dancing she kept being thrown off balance at the sharp turns that she had to take which in return slowed her down and she would miss a few steps. You let the music play in the background and let out an awkward chuckle

“Fuck ok this is my fault see I forgot to tell you about spotting”

“Spotting?”

You nodded and you pushed her back by her shoulder freeing up a line for you

“See when we turn, we always have a spot” You said and stepped into the appropriate preparation to do 8 simple turns, your head always snapping the back to the invisible mark you held with your eyes

Ellie pursed her lips. Seemed like such an obvious trick but one that went completely over her head

“Now I see that you struggle to look at yourself in the mirror, Which is fine. I’m sure you'll get used to it eventually, so instead try taking a few turns while holding eye contact with me, yeah ?”

You offered and she took a couple steps back

“Ugh…what were all those moves you made before spinning?”

“Oh don’t worry about that,thats ballet stuff. Just spin. Bent your elbows and hold your arms against your chest if it helps”

Ellie started off slow, picking up the pace as she neared you, eventually losing sight of what was in front of her

“Wow-wow-wowwww I got you” you said and steadied her by her shoulders and held her in place. She looked up at you taking in deep breaths, cheeks flushed and eyes wide open with her lips parted in a soft smile

“That went well, How do you feel?”

You said and you gently rubbed your thumb against the naked skin of her biceps.

“Great, I… I liked this it makes more sense now”

She said filled with excitement

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Every time Ellie liked your story you felt your heart skip a few beats. You were in the studio for your solo dancing practice and kept bouncing from one leg to the other to keep your muscles warm while you scrolled through your phone to find some inspiration or a pic that you could post and in return give Ellie an opening to respond to. The image of her timidly trying to follow along through your every move, her flushed cheeks and her voice shaking did things to your brain chemistry, re-wiring its entire structure and flow. Every time she posted a story with a smug smile and pants lower than her boxer briefs you just laughed remembering what a shy and soft mess of words the girl was and felt an unhealthy amount of endearment. A spark re-ignited in your dead heart and you liked it. You liked ellie when you didn’t know her, and you liked her even more now that you did.

By now it had been…a good two weeks that consisted of 4 dance practices that you had with her. The first time you saw her up close all you thought was a “huh”

And then a “she is shorter than me-“ which for you was dangerous. You had an incredibly soft spot for masc lesbians who were shorter than you. Unfortunately they were never attracted to you though. You had always attracted the exact opposite of what you wanted and you blamed that on your overly dominant attitude.

On the second day you both had the same idea of treating each other to a coffee and so you ended up with 4 paper cups of iced almond milk lattes which you laughed about for a good 10 minutes

“We are so in sync!” You commented and she nodded excitedly, blushing all the way to her ears.

On the third dance practice you purposely pretended to assist her and correct her to find an excuse to touch her and when you saw how positively she reacted to it you pushed on the advantage that you had, heavily , which made you believe that maybe there really was some kind of ulterior motive as to why Ellie was so set on having you as a dancing coach.

On the fourth day there was a shift in the tide and something was in the waters. Ellie had her hair gathered and decided to wear the sluttiest outfit on earth ( aka a white top and grey sweatpants )

She went to greet you with a hug and you noticed her perfume, subtle but there to make you lust after it. She asked if she could record the Dance you were rehearsing for a post and you felt alright with that. And she excelled. She was a fast learner and her body had a good flow. It did need polishing but she wasn’t half as bad as she claimed to be. The fifth video take was close to perfection and in her excitement she yanked you towards her and wrapped you in a tight hug which you immediately reciprocated eager for the contact with the sex God standing before you. You took in the blended smell of her perfume and her sweat which had you feel insufferable discomfort with how tight your pants were. Something about her raw scent had you horny like a dog and you had to clench your jaw in patience not to act out of instinct and try to get closer than needed.

You both laughed and she yelled in excitement “I fucking did it”

And then your voice followed, a bit quieter “I told you, you could do it” she pulled back her arm still on your waist, her thumb caressing the skin as she watched the video a second time in excitement. You took the chance to stand a bit closer to her while she in sync wrapped her whole arm around you and leaned her head against your chest enjoying the dance and pointing out things that you could do differently next time, all in the comfort of each other’s embrace.

She posted the video and in the daze of the excitement of seeing what you two looked like next to each other you forgot to worry about the fact that you were yet again getting entangled with a public figure. An actually big one. While your previous relationship was just your ex leeching off of you and your success, this one…it had to be different. Ellie had nothing to gain from you and you put your trust in that and in the fact that the two of you seemed to genuinely get along

You decided to text her first

“You impatient fuck. We could’ve filmed a better take tomorrow”

“You are such an ass, let me enjoy my accomplishments”

You started tidying up the studio and decided to leave your bag with your ballet clothes and pointe there since you would come tomorrow for Ellie’s lessons anyways. You chatted back and forth all the way back and you almost tripped on your staircase too busy typing a response. You banged your head against your door though thinking you had unlocked it to find that you didn’t. Ophelia opened it for you

“Girl?”

You looked at each other and you immediately broke into a smile the split your lips

“Ellie posted our video. And she left in the part where she hugged me”

“Oh-hooooo” she exclaimed and rushed you in. She tossed the mop on the side of the wall and nudged you to the couch abandoning whatever housework she was in the middle of to listen to you

“Aaaand we are still talking” You said smiling and Ophelia clapped cheering for you while you swung your way inside the house and fell dramatically on the couch.

“Oh my, I’m so glad the Gods heard our prayers cause I was sure I was about to send you off to priesthood”

“It wasn’t that bad”

You said with an offended gasp and she scoffed

“Honey, one more month and you were about to grow back your virginity. I’m just happy to see you back out there and not just with anyone but with The Ellie fucking williams!” She said getting louder with every word. You joined her cheerful demeanor hopping on the couch and you both started bouncing on it like kids in a playground

“I can’t believe this. I wanna wear something good for our practice tomorrow”

“Shorts and that nice red bodysuit!”

“But-“

“No buts! I know it’s uncomfortable but she will see you and rip it off right away so how much will you really suffer, you know?”

Ophelia coming through with the obvious answer to any and every world known issue was exactly what you needed to finish off your day. Though to be fair, if there was anything you should have listened to regarding -making a move on your crush- that would have to be her. She had a banging record of pulling every single guy she set her eyes on and one night standing them for her own satisfaction. Of course now she had her sights on someone specific but that didn’t change or erase all previously acquired skills in the flirting department. Despite all of that, You ended up rejecting the bodysuit idea because that would be a hassle to actually get off if things would go anywhere and even if they wouldn't, anything that tight during summer was a nightmare in general.

“Hey can I borrow that white top you have?”

“Borrow whatever you want and do whatever you want just never let me know about it”

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on the day that you fully planned on making a move a couple things went wrong. First and foremost well, It decided to rain down which meant you had to run all the way from the bus stop to the studio in a hopeless attempt to preserve your hair and outfit. It didn’t do much since you ended up like a drenched cat either way but you refused to let your mood falter.

You tried texting Ellie to ask if she could bring coffee for you two.

Few minutes later she came in with two iced coffees, not a drop of rain on her which you were awfully jealous of. Her cropped hair was once again all gathered in a short ponytail and she wore two sports wristbands around her arms which did unimaginable things to you. It was good sight with her sleeveless baggy tshirt. Ellie just knew how to dress plain and attractive.

“Looking good” she teased when she found you furiously trying to dry the ends of your hair with a towel

“Shut up. Please shut up”

“So sensitive” she said and rolled her eyes making her way to you and taking the towel from your hands

“Let me help” it wasn’t so much of a request as it was a demand when she pulled the towel out of your hands and moved behind you, wrapping your hair in it and squeezing it to get most of the water out. You felt your body temperature rise at the awfully tender gesture and unsure of what to do you just fidgeted with your hands looking at the floor

“ I can drive you back to your place if you want”

“No, it's fine. Ill wait it out”

“No no, I insist. Let me drive you back and look cool while doing so”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as she rounded you up to give you the towel with a small shy smile, her cheeks a shade of pink now.

Practice was good if you were to ignore that Ellie seemed a lot more focused on your assets rather than the moves you were showing. You knew the biker shorts you were gave her a 4K view of your ass but you didn't expect her to be this obvious about it. You stepped back after a moment and just watched as she rehearsed the dance on her own and you were in awe on how much more comfortable she seemed with her body now

“Good. This one was very good. Want me to film you so that you look at yourself?”

you asked and she shook her head satisfied with the progress. You slouched on the ground, legs spread and ankles on your knees wiping the sweat of your brow carefully as not wipe your brow completely off with it and looked at the time

“Well we are pretty much done then for today. Unless there’s anything you wanted to ask me or anything else you wanna try doing?” you asked and Ellie followed your lead walking over to you across the room and crouching down on her knees in front of you

“Oh yeah I did wanna ask something”

“go ahead then” you said dreading having to get up. You didn’t have to though

“Can I take you out on a date ? for coffee perhaps?”

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