#i miss him in chunky jewelry

[risingwiththeheatabove]

[jmstoesblog]

Toxic

Pairing: bf!Jungkook x gf!reader

Summary: You’re fed up with your boyfriend—Jungkook— and want to break up with him.

Warnings: toxic relationship, Jungkook’s an ass, unprotected sex, making out, swearing, dirty talk (?), degradation, reader passes out, not proofread!!

Wc:

Note: it didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to. I might change the ending since i don’t like it.

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People are dancing, smoking, drinking, talking and having fun…. while you’re sitting at a booth alone.

You roll your eyes at your boyfriend— Jungkook— entertaining some blond girl. He’s shamelessly flirting with her in your presence. You both came here together wanting to let off some steam as it had been a bad day for both of you. Work was really tiring and you just wanted to relax but your boyfriend suggested to go to a club to get your mind off of work. It was a shitty day for him too.

“I’ll get us a drink, yeah? I’ll be back in a minute.”

You snort, shaking your head at his words.

Now look where he is, letting some random girl— that’s not even his type, you might add— touch him. Every time he says something she laughs and either touches his biceps, thighs or shoulder.

People, friends, your parents, they all have been telling you to not get with him. He’s bad. Honestly they were right, he screams fuckboy. From his personality to his slutty body. His broad shoulders, his chest that is getting bigger every day, he might have more man boobies than you. His biceps, his toned abs and tummy down to his thick, muscular thighs.

Not to forget his tatts and piercings. He has an eyebrow piercing, two lip rings and like six earrings on each ear. He always wears jewelry. Chains, bracelets, rings…

His style is very simple. He wears oversized, comfy black clothes. He wears chunky black boots amd lastly rides a Harley.

He has taken you on dates with his motorcycle a lot of times. You’d grips his waist for dear life every time he’d speed up ( which he does intentionally, so you’d hug him tighter)

You have no doubt that he loves you, it’s just the way he acts or the things he says…..

You two have been on and off, mainly because of him and his foul mouth.

You remember him calling you a bitch in an argument a while ago. The first red flag of many.

He hurt you with his words a lot.

“You’re a good for nothing little whore!”

“Y/n! Stop being such a bitch!”

“Is that all you can do!? Crying is the only thing you can do?”

“Shut the fuck up! Your voice is so annoying!”

You know he loves you but his actions hurt you.

His love for you is toxic.

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“Where are you going?”

“Why do you care? Go back to that girl. I bet she’s missing you already.”

“Baby, don’t leave. We were having so much fun!”

You halt on your steps and turn around, facing him, “No Jungkook. You were having fun.”

“You were entertaining her while I, your girlfriend, was waiting for you at that fucking booth! So tell me Jungkook, how were we having fun!? Huh?”

“Don’t be like that, y/n.” He tries grabbing your hand but you quickly pull away, “It was harmless flirting.” He states with a blank face.

Your jaw drops to the ground. You’re about to say something but decide not to.

“Don’t leave, baby! Where are you going!?” Jungkook yells after you as you walk away, “I’m done with you Jungkook! Leave me alone!” You yell at him, not stopping walking.

You pick up your pace after hearing his footsteps behind you. You start running and he eventually catches you, throwing you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing.

He makes sure to pull your dress down and rest his hand there. So nobody can even get a glance.

“What the hell!? Put me dow—“

He abruptly slammed you against a wall, you groan in pain, “shut the fuck up! Just shut up!” He lowly whispers. You’re completely still after that. You do not want to provoke him. You know how he is when he is angry.

He’s already very mad. He glares at you for a few seconds, “you’re just making it harder for yourself.” He says, his hand traveling from your waist to your throat, the other one, firmly wrapped around your waist.

“So just keep quiet,” he tilts his head, “yeah?”

His hand squeezes your throat when you don’t immediately answer, he squints his eyes at you, daring you to not answer. You nod, breathing heavily. He pokes his tongue in his inner cheek and briefly looks away and back at you, “use your fuckin’ words! Or are you unable to form a simple sentence!?” His grip tightens.

You claw at his hands, trying to pry his hand off you, “s- sto-op I c…ant breath…” he gives you another squeeze and finally takes his hand off you. He grabs your wrist and drags you with him, towards his car.

You try catching your breath again as your panting hard.

He did it again.

He chocked you again.

A few months ago, during an argument, he chocked you, for the first time. You gave him the silent treatment until he dropped down on his knees and begged you for forgiveness while crying.

Your poor heart cant see him crying, so you forgave him instead of leaving him.

But he’s not always been like this.

You love him too much to leave him.

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You flinch when he slams the car door shut, he angrily walks over to your side and opens the door, “out.” Once you get out, he slams it shut and drags you to the door.

Oh no, no, no…

Even if you love him, it’s not good for the both of you, so you want to end it here. You should have ended the relationship a long time ago.

You grab his arm with your free hand, “stop Jungkook!”

You regret everything, as he only stands there, back facing you, not uttering a word.

What feels like an entirety comes to an end as he slowly turns around and raises his pierced brow.

“Please stop….” You meekly beg.

Jungkook just stares at you, he sighs annoyed after a few seconds, “Get. in. the. house.” He puts pressure on every word.

He leaves you standing there as he gets inside, “okay y/n, you can do this. Just tell him the truth without peeing yourself.”

“Let’s end this, forever…..”

You mumble and walk into the house.

As you step foot into the house, you notice it’s quiet, very quiet. You gulp, your heart racing with fear. What will he say? What will he do? Will he accept you wanting to break up with him?

Where will you go?

You live with him in his apartment. Only after a few months of dating he asked you to move in with him. Who were you to deny him? You were so madly in love with him, not noticing the red flags.

It’s not like you don’t have money. You work, but do not get paid as much as Jungkook does. But you do have some money stashed away. You cannot buy a house or an apartment with it, but stay at a hotel meanwhile. Or at your friends.

You could stay at your parents, but you don’t want to worry them, knowing how much they love Jungkook.

“What the hell y/n?” Jungkook breaks you out of your thoughts, “what was that stunt you pulled back there?”

Fighting with Jungkook was…… something.

It either led to angry sex, ignoring each other or breaking up.

It was mostly him who apologized after arguments. He’d give you nice flowers and take you out.

And you’d blindly forgive him. Every. Time.

You were— are— madly in love with him.

You furrow your brows in anger, “What? The fuck, Jeon? Are you even listening to yourself? I’m your girlfriend yet you were flirting with someone else in my presence!”

“Are you ever going to grow out of your fuckboy phase!? The fact that I lasted so long with you surprises me! You flirt— you entertain other woman while you have a girlfriend! Do you know how it makes me feel?”

You keep yelling at him, “It wouldn’t surprise me if you have already cheated on me!”

(Don’t worry y’all, he hasn’t.)

Jungkook licks his lips and bites them right after. It’s been several minutes and you’ve been yelling at him.

It’s turning him on. You yelling at him like that. After just a few minutes he got a boner. The way your brows furrow, you calling him every insult there is.

It makes him fucking hard.

“Will you say something now!?” You yell at him after your rant. You noticed he’s been quiet and hasn’t said a word to you.

Which is not Jungkook at all. He always talks back. Always.

“You done?” He calmly asks in his deep voice, you catch a tint of amusement in his tone.

You scoff, “Have you even been listening to me!?”

He smiles.

A smile that is clearly mocking you.

The audacity he has! Well you’re about to wipe that smile away.

“I want to break up!”

It happens so fast.

He was suddenly pinning you to the wall with his hand around your throat, he wasn’t holding you tight. His other hand was in your hair.

“And why is that?” He chuckles darkly, “saw me with some female and now you want to break up?” He starts laughing.

“Yes,” you hiss once he stops laughing, “you’re disrespectful, demanding and a freak.”

“Oh? I’m the problem now?” He comes closer, “you’re the one that’s insecure.” He has a lazy grin on his face.

He is not taking this seriously. Is this a joke to him?

“God, Jungkook! You’re not even taking this seriously! You’re so—“

He kisses you.

Jungkook kisses the life out of you. And you don’t resist, you kiss him back with the same force. Jungkook’s hand travels from your hair to your waist, squeezing it a few times during the make out. His other hand remains on your throat.

You wrap your legs around his waist and he rests his hand on your ass while still making out. Kissing sounds are the only thing hear throughout the whole house.

He takes you to the couch and lays you down, your legs still circling his waist, but now hanging loosely around ‘em.

“You think I’d cheat on you?” He mumbles while kissing up your leg, “I’d never.” He presses a chaste kisses to your clothes center.

“No, I didn’t mean that— mhm.” He yanks your panties and throws them somewhere on the floor. He dives right in between your legs and your lips part before letting out a gasp.

You grip the couch so hard your knuckles start to turn white, Jungkook takes notice of that and places your hands in his hair.

Jungkook runs his tongue up and down your slit, you pull on his hair and he lets out a grunt, “fuck you, Jungkook, seriously.” You manage to say, his tongue is just so good, “yeah? I’m about to.” He answers and gives your pussy a smack.

“Ouch,” you wince in pain.

He smirks, “you know i love you, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” You roll your eyes, “I love you too.” You mumble, not looking at him.

You hear him let out a chuckle before toring apart the rest of the clothes, you gasp and hit his shoulder, “Jungkook!”

“What? You don’t need them now.” He answers so easily with a lazy smirk on his face.

You purse your lips and look away, Jungkook starts rubbing your pussy while leaving hickeys on your collarbone and neck. Your hands pull at his hair and he groans in your neck.

Jungkook has a hair pulling kink. He likes having his hair pulled during sex.

You start bucking against his hand and he bites your neck gently, “You’re so desperate, huh?” He says, amusement evident in his tone.

You unzip his pants and slide them down along with his boxers. His length springs free, slapping against his stomach. His dick is standing proudly with cum leaking out of his head, the head is slightly red.

You bite your lip upon seeing his big, veiny shaft, Jungkook smirks in response, his ego rising. He takes his dick in his hand and starts pumping himself, his eyes closed.

Jungkook moans in pure bliss. He opens his eyes and looks at you while jerking himself off, “come here.” He breathes out.

You move closer, laying completely under him. He pokes your pussy with his dick, “put it in now!” You’re getting impatient.

Jungkook raises his pierced brow, “shut up.” He growls and pushes himself in you, in one go. You both moan in pleasure, “you’re so tight. Didn’t know I didn’t fuck you for so long.” He is strechting you out so good.

You wrap your legs around his waist again, squeezing him a few times with your legs, but he doesn’t mind. Your arms are hanging loosely around his neck.

“Feels good, baby?” He asks, thrusting into you.

“Y..yes…”

He scoffs, “so good, huh? You can barely talk.” He laughs, “am I making you feel that good?” He pulls you up by your shoulders, “tell me how good I make you feel. Go on.”

You’re blinded by all the pleasure, “so g-good!” You gasp out, “yeah? You’re making me feel good too.” He doesn’t stop pounding into you.

You moan at his words, your praise kink being fed.

“You feel so good, baby. Your pussy is wrapping itself around my cock so good.” He moans, praising you more.

He leans down, pressing more kisses to your lips.

“Kook too much!” You cry.

“Too much?” He scoffs, “that’s what you get, you wanted to leave me.” He cups your face, “you can’t leave me. You’re mine.” He pecks your lips.

“My baby.” He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck. He keeps thrusting into you, his pace getting faster by the seconds.

His thrusts get sloppy after sometime and he cums in you.

He looks at you, “Gotta make sure you never leave me.” He mumbles while cleaning himself up. After throwing the dirty tissues in the bin he wears his pants and cleans you up.

Well…. Since you couldn’t, because you’re passed out.

Jungkook admires you for a few minutes before cleaning you up. You’re naked laying on his couch with his cum leaking out of you.

“Love you.” He mumbles pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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Do NOT copy or translate.

Thank you for reading 💕

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[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Neighbors 🩵 Lovers

Part Two

She combed through her closet while wearing her favorite grey robe, body glistening from the white peach and orange blossom body oil she put on. She pondered with a crease in her brow over two items before grabbing a pair of cream-colored pants and a cropped brown top. After getting dressed, Fae put on a faux leather jacket and some platform Uggs. She completed the look with a silver chunky chain necklace and silver chandelier earrings.

Grabbing her gifted bag and her keys, Fae left her room. She halted her footsteps in the dimly lit hall. Fae exhaled slowly and walked out into the living room. Cordell had just finished grading papers with a football game on in the background. He looked up and gave Fae a questioning look. She walked over to him and did a little twirl to show off her outfit.

“What do you think?” Fae looked down at herself and back at Cordell.

“Cute. Have fun.” Cordell said with a small smile.

“I will. Hey…I may be out a little late. Just wanted to let you know so you wouldn’t get worried.”

Cordell gave Fae a one shouldered shrug before standing and making his way towards her.

“Just text me so I know you’re alright, Fae. Don’t drink too much.”

“I promise. Don’t forget to feed Deuce.”

Cordell kissed Fae softly on the lips. Fae turned to leave and the minute she shut the door behind her, she let out a shaky breath. She made it perfectly clear to Erik that this wasn’t a date, but she took a lot of time to make sure she looked presentable around him. Fae rode the elevator down to the lobby and left the building, waiting to walk across the street.

Putting up her hand a a thank you to a taxi driver, she jogged across the street, the wind rustling her sleek hair into her face. Fae smoothed her hair behind her ears as best as she could while looking up at the signs to make sure she wouldn’t miss it. She strolled past a bodega, then a barbershop, a small pizza parlor, and finally, Haymaker Bar and Kitchen.

Fae slipped past a couple sharing a cigarette outside and opened the door. Instantly, she was enveloped in warmth. It was an intimate setting with a low ambiance. She removed her jacket and searched with her brown eyes from left to right. The further she made her way into the bar, Fae finally found him sitting in a corner booth with a few empty glasses in front of him. He wore a plaid jacket, a white T-shirt, and black cargo pants. She couldn’t see his feet until she was two booths down from him. He wore a pair of all white Nike blazers.

Fae noticed a minimal amount of jewelry— diamond studs, a gold chain—and he had on those gold-rimmed glasses again. As if he could feel her presence, Erik looked up and smirked. She waved and he stood up to greet her. Erik startled Fae by pulling her into a two-armed hug. She felt so tiny ragainst him. Her cheek pressed against his chest, directly over his heartbeat. She turned her cheek a little, the soft fabric of his T-shirt against her nose now. Fae took a quick whiff of his cologne and it smelled like spicy vanilla.

Erik released her and instantly she felt cold standing there. Fae awkwardly scooted into the booth the same time Erik did. She sat her jacket next to her and folded her arms on the table, looking around the bar. Anywhere but meeting his penetrating gaze. A waiter slipped over; a young Caucasian girl with a blonde Bob and big, doe forest green eyes.

“Can I get you anything?”

“Uhm, a lemon drop martini.”

“Okay. Another rum for you, sir?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

The waiter removed the used glasses and rushed off to the bar, almost knocking into a coworker with a tray of beer.

“It’s busier in here than usual. Must be a special occasion.” Erik said.

Fae noticed a sign on the wall.

“Looks like it’s trivia night.” Fae pointed to the wall.

Erik nodded his head, “Friends trivia. Never watched that show.”

“I did. I prefer Living Single.”

“Yes, I used to love that show,” Erik cracked a smile, “the entire vibe of that sitcom was cool.”

“Do you watch a lot of TV?” Fae asked.

Erik’s eyes looked mahogany beneath the light.

“Not really. Unless it’s sports or a movie. I’m usually reading or listening to music most of the time.”

The waiter returned with their drinks. Fae took a sip of her martini. Erik drank half of his glass of rum down. Erik caught Fae’s eye and they smiled at each other.

“How was work?” Erik asked.

“It was okay. Friday’s are always the slowest for me. I kept looking at that clock ready to go.” Fae giggled.

She drank more of her martini.

“I have two more weeks until it’s time for me to get back to work. Not looking forward to it.” Erik responded.

“Why?”

“Because I made a new friend that I won’t see for a while,” Erik’s lips slowly formed into a handsome, dimpled smile.

“Who? Me?” Fae questioned with faux surprise, a hand to her chest.

“No, Deuce.” Erik’s shoulders bounced with laughter at her scowl, “You’re too pretty. You’re mean faces just make you look adorable.”

Erik licked his lips and Fae rolled her eyes, giving him a dismissive wave of her hand.

“How many of those did you have, Erik?”

Erik chuckled, “Not enough to put me on my ass.”

Fae ran her fingers through her hair, twirling the ends. She looked at Erik out of the corner of her eye.

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

Erik’s shoulders tensed. He leaned forward against the table with his arms and rubbed his hands together in deep thought. That happiness in her was sure to go dark after what he was about to say.

“Maybe you should have one more drink before I say what I have to say.”

Fae chewed on her bottom lip nervously. She gave him a look with confusion.

“Erik, what’s going on?”

The panic in her voice made his chest feel tight. He let out a breath and looked her dead in the eyes. Fae held his gaze, her eyelids fluttering slightly.

“Fae…Cordell is cheating on you.”

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Fae cocked her head back, staring at Erik with a scrunch of her brows. He could see her chest moving up and down from her rapid breaths. She looked as if she didn’t believe a word Erik just said. She set her palms down flat on the table like she was trying to steady herself.

He’d been going over and over in his head of how he was going to tell her. He knew telling her in person was the best option, but to witness the hurt in her eyes, he wasn’t prepared for that. What was the next step? All he could do was lay it all out on the table.

“Another drink or…? Are you guys good?”

The waiter startled them. Fae fidgeted in her seat and Erik could feel her foot jiggling beneath the table against his. He’d definitely triggered something. Fae seemed to shrank into her seat like she felt small.

“Another round for the both of us please.” Erik said.

When they were alone again, Fae looked up at Erik through her lashes.

“I saw him with another woman, Fae. The same day we went to the dog park. I was coming back from the gym and I saw him on the elevator all hugged up with another woman. Got off the elevator and something told me to look. They were going inside of your apartment.”

Fae turned away. Erik slouched in his seat.

“Fae?” Erik tried to catch her eye, “Say something.”

Fae shook her head slowly, “I don’t even know where to start,” She looked up at Erik with glossy eyes, “I can’t even believe what I’m hearing right now.”

Fae covered her face with her hands, head shaking and then came the sniffles. Erik was frozen. He looked around the bar and then back at Fae before reaching across the table to rub her arm affectionately. As soon as his fingertips touched her, she quietly weeped.

Erik’s jaw tightened and he shut his eyes. He felt obligated to hold her and tell her that everything was going to be okay. The woman he’d only known for two weeks has him feeling this way. Like he needed to protect her. Like he needed to rearrange Cordell’s face.

“Fae, I’m so sorry,” Erik said with a soothing tone of voice.

“Fae finally uncovered her face, eyes puffy and cheeks wet, “You don’t have to apologize, Erik. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I didn’t want to make you cry, Fae. I feel like a piece of shit.”

Fae grabbed a napkin and dabbed her cheeks, “I’ll be right back.”

She stood up and walked towards the restrooms. The waiter returned with their drinks. Erik ordered some shots—two each—and closed his tab. Fae was gonna need it. She was probably bawling her eyes out. Erik shook his head and blew air out his cheeks. He massaged the back of his neck, looking up to see Fae leaving the restroom and heading towards him.

She slipped into the booth seat with sad eyes. They sat in silence for a while. Fae kept her eyes in her lap while Erik watched her. She finally looked up and over at Erik.

“Is it me?” She said, “Why does this keep happening to me?”

Erik shook his head, “It’s not you, it’s him, Fae. You did nothing wrong.” Erik reassured her.

“Am I not good enough?” She let out a harsh breath, “Why can’t a man just treat me right? Why do I always have to get my heart torn in pieces?”

She rubbed her nose, a single tear rolling down her cheek. Suddenly, Erik reached across the table and wiped her tear away with his knuckle. Fae gasped at his sudden touch but relaxed when she realized what he was doing.

“I guess this is what I should expect.”

“No,” Erik spoke sternly, “Don’t settle for that. You’re better than that. He didn’t deserve you. He should be the one crying. Stop wasting your tears on that nigga. I see a woman who’s too good and too rare to be in these situations.”

Fae’s eyes lingered on Erik for a while. It was as if she were seeing him for the first time. Erik genuinely meant every single word. Would he love a chance with Fae? Absolutely. Would he love to catch Cordell slacking and break every bone in his fucking body? Definitely. He’d give anything to hurt him.

“Thank you,” She said with a soft voice, “You didn’t have to make it your business to let me know about it. I appreciate you for telling me upfront and not turning a blind eye. You’re really one of the good ones, Erik.”

Fae gave him a weak smile before pulling her eyes away, wiping more of her tears.

“You’re welcome, Fae.”

Fae looked at the drinks on the table and let out a tired laugh, “This for me?”

“Figured you wouldn’t mind.”

“Hell no,” Fae picked up one of the shots, “I need a pick-me-up.”

“Well then let’s toast,” Erik raised his shot glass, “To heathy relationships and happiness in the near future.”

Fae put on a forced smile, clinking shot glasses with Erik.

“I think I need to be alone for a while. No man deserves what I have to offer. They gotta prove it to me.”

They threw their shots back at the same time. Erik bobbed his head and tilted it in agreement.

“You are one of a kind.”

Fae giggled.

“One more,”. She picked it up, “I’m feeling it already.”

“Good,” Erik raised his glass.

They knocked it back and in unison they slammed the glasses on the table.

“Whew!”

“Shit,” Erik screwed up his face.

“Still have this lemon drop.”

“You got it,” Erik motioned towards the martini.

He watched her drink the martini with a smirk. He could see a flush creeping up her face. She was definitely leaving there drunk.

“I would just love it if he could feel how it feels to be cheated on. If it was me, he would be crying like a big baby.”

“He wouldn’t know how to handle it.” Erik said.

“He already couldn’t handle the way you complimented me that day. He was so pissed off.”

Fae laughed and Erik simply admired her.

“Imagine what he would have done if I took you to dinner myself.”

The corner of her mouth quirked up with a blush.

“I can see him now, making a whole lot of noise,” Fae rolled her eyes.

Fae sat bad into her seat.

“Where am I gonna go? I can’t face him tonight.”

Erik sipped from his glass.

“No friends close by?”

“Sort of. But it’s so last minute. Ugh,” Fae crinkled her nose, “And I’m drunk. I really don’t want to cause a scene. If I see him right now…”

She glared.

Erik sat his drink down and leaned in to speak to her closer from across the table. He had an idea, but would she be down? She would probably think he had ulterior motives. Erik’s eyes bore into hers.

“What if you stayed at my place tonight?”

Fae scrutinized him.

“It’s all up to you. Just…here to help. I promise I’ll behave.”

Fae laughed and Erik cracked a smile.

“Why not?” Fae exhaled a shaky breath, “It’s only next door, right?”

Erik fought to contain his excitement. He gave her a once over before wagging his brows.

“Fine. I guess I’m crashing at your place tonight.”

“I guess so.” Erik said.

_____

“I’m probably so heavy!”

Fae giggled uncontrollably. Erik put her down in the apartment lobby, holding her up by the waist when she started to sway. Tears shone in her eyes from laughing so hard. Erik could do nothing but smile and shake his head. He pressed the button for the elevator while Fae clung to his waist with her arms wrapped around him.

“You’re so strong!” She spoke loudly.

Erik picked her up with one arm around her waist so that she wouldn’t trip over her own feet. He pressed button thirteen and Fae slipped from his arm and stood on wobbly legs. His brows knitted as he watched her adjust her bra.

“Please tell me you have something I can sleep in, Erik.”

“Of course I do,” Erik held out his arm, “Come on.”

Fae took his arm and Erik led the way to his apartment. Fae took one look back at her place with a hardened expression. Erik retrieved his keys and opened the door, quickly guiding Fae inside.

“Wow, so minimalistic.”

Diesel came running out from a back room and he leaped onto Fae, barking excitedly in her face.

“Aww, he remembers me?!” Fae’s face brightened.

“Guess he really likes you.” Erik said.

Diesel wouldn’t leave Fae alone.

“Aye, back up,” Erik ordered Diesel.

He clapped his hands and Diesel sprinted back into the room. Fae chuckled nervously, walking further into Erik’s apartment.

Erik balanced himself against the wall and took off his shoes one by one, “You can keep your shoes here,” Erik pointed to a show rack, “And I’ll take your jacket to hang it up for you.”

Fae took off her boots while Erik approached Fae from behind and helped her slip out of her Jacket. She looked up at him over her shoulder with a small smile. Erik returns the smile and walked away.

“So…where do I sleep?” Fae asked with uncertainty in her voice.

Erik still had his back to her while taking off his jacket to put away. Fae’s brown eyes tracked his every move. The way his back muscles flexed beneath his shirt. His built arms and well-knit torso that she memorized from all of his shirtless gym photos. Erik looked back at her over his shoulder and her eyes darted away to look at the ceiling. The light fixture seemed to catch her interest.

“I have a guest bed. If that’s okay with you?”

Fae bounced back and forth on her toes awkwardly, “That’s fine. Thanks Erik.”

“Any time. Better here than over there with him, right?”

Fae didn’t respond. Erik turned around and caught her wiping away more tears.

“Hey,” Erik walked up to her, “No more crying.”

Fae sniffled, “I’m trying. What if…what if she’s with him right now?”

Erik’s tongue rested on his top lip deep in thought. He shrugged and his eyes met hers.

“Only way to find out is to listen, right?” Fae questioned.

“The walls aren’t that thin, Fae. I can’t hear nothing from neither one of y’all unless you’re screaming at the top of your lungs.” Erik said with a hint of playfulness.

He suddenly had a eureka moment.

“Unless,” He pulled his phone out of his back pocket, “I have a ring surveillance camera outside my door.”

Fae went very still. Her eyes were veiled with intensity. Erik went to the app on his phone for his surveillance and found movement outside of his door almost an hour ago. He clicked on the video and right there, looking guilty, was Cordell with a different woman this time. This one was a Latina with gold hoops in her ears.

“What is it?” Fae made her way over to Erik, “Do you see him?”

Erik just handed the phone to Fae. He stood there, watching her reaction. She stared at the phone intently before passing it back to Erik and walking away.

“Where I lay my fucking head, though?!”

She threw her hands up and paced back and forth angrily.

“I gave this man everything! I thought he loved me!”

Erik just stood there. He let her vent.

“How could you disrespect me like that and bring not one, but two bitches into my apartment to fuck?!”

“Because he doesn’t respect you. No man that loves and respects his woman would do some shit like that. And this is coming from a man. I know.”

Erik followed Fae into his living room. She flopped down on his black leather sofa with defeat. She leaned back into the couch, body slumped and her cropped shirt revealing her stomach more. Erik’s eyes swept over her caramel skin as he took a seat next to her.

“Why do men stick around if they don’t wanna be with the woman?” Fae questioned.

“Because of what it provides for him at the moment. Financial stability, the fact that she’s catering to him, or it could be the convenience of having someone around.”

Fae kissed her teeth and rolled her eyes, “I should know. I’ve been cheated on more than once.”

Erik couldn’t believe it. She had it all. I guess it didn’t matter how much of an amazing woman you are.

“They didn’t deserve you, Fae. For real.”

Fae blushed.

“My problem is, I like them a little rough around the edges. Should I go for a different type?”

“Yeah, a man that will love on you and treat you like a princess. Even when shit gets rough.” Erik said.

“So what about you then?”

Erik looked at Fae. He sat up straighter on the couch, his inner thoughts wondering if she meant what he thought she meant.

“Uh…?”

“Are you that good guy type? Why are you single?”

Erik’s eyes blinked away.

“I just ain’t find the right one.”

“Hm,” Fae raised a brow.

What Fae didn’t know, was that Erik is most definitely rough. Rougher and tougher than any man she’d ever been with. It’s more than muscles, it’s skill. He’s a trained killing machine. Killmonger. He had the stats to prove it.

“What? You got somebody in mind?”

Erik sized her up.

Fae gave him a once-over, “And if I did, what would you do about it?”

“I’d see what’s up. Show her what I can do.”

Fae observed him with those gorgeous brown eyes of hers. He allowed his eyes to fall to her lips. Fae turned away and stood up, fixing her pants with a wiggle of her hips and a bounce of her booty.

“I need some water.” She spoke with a shaky voice.

“I gotchu,” Erik lifted himself from the couch.

Fae followed him into the kitchen and she peeked into a small room that looked like an office where Diesel was sleeping. Erik opened his fridge and Fae was amazed by how clean and organized it was. He grabbed a bottled water and she accepted it. They stood in the kitchen, drinking water with the only light being that coming from the stove.

“I just want him to know how it feels to be hurt, you know? Like, how would he like it if I was fucking some man behind his back? Lying and saying I’m going out with friends just so I can sneak off with a man who fucks me better and has more money—”

Fae stopped herself and Erik cracked up. She took another sip of water.

“I’m just blowing steam, don’t mind me!”

“Nah, nah, keep going,” Erik motioned for her to continue while propping his arms up on the kitchen island, “So, you were saying? A man that can fuck you better and spoil you?”

“Y-yes,” Fae exhaled a shaky breath, “I mean, this gift ain’t shit to me anymore. I just wanna throw it in his face.”

Fae held up her small Louis Vuitton bag.

Erik scuffed.

“Probably a fake too.”

Fae gawked at him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Erik said between laughs, “It’s probably not–I mean–why would he give you a fake? psst, forget I said anything. It’s the thought that counts, right?”

Fae blinked at Erik liked she’d been neuralyzed.

__________

“You only worn it twice…doesn’t look light like authentic bags would when you first purchase them…”

Erik looked from the bag to his phone. Fae nibbled on her lip anxiously. They were back in his living room with music on in the background. Fae was sitting Indian-style on the floor and Erik was sitting on the couch. He scrolled through his phone and read the words with his eyes.

“The lettering…the gold stamping does look off…”

“Just tell me it’s fake,” Fae rolled her eyes.

“It’s fake.”

Erik sat the bag down on the table.

“At least I think it is.”

“He had an authentic box.” Fae said.

“You can buy empty designer boxes online, baby girl. That’s probably what he was waiting for. To dress it up and make it look authentic.”

Fae sighs, “I should have known. I guess I just expected him to really show out this time around.”

“Dell!”

“Fae and Erik’s eyes slowly connected.

“That was a scream.” Erik said.

Fae laughed. She fell back against Erik’s throw rug and rolled around on the floor laughing.

“What if I just walked right in the door?!”

Fae picked herself up off of the floor and stormed to Erik’s door. Erik shot up from the couch and sprinted over to her, slamming his door shut before she could even get out.

“Move Erik!” Fae shouted.

“No.”

Fae tried pushing him but it was like pushing a brick wall.

“Do you want to get yourself thrown out of here?! If you go over there it’s gonna be ugly.”

“It already is ugly! He’s cheating on me! Right now!”

Fae couldn’t leave if she wanted to. Erik was 6’3, 225 lbs of muscle. She was trapped.

“You finished? Listen, Just wait until tomorrow morning. You have the receipts, you have my word, he’s done.”

Fae tried to settle her breathing. She smoothed her long hair out of her face and walked away with her hands on her hips. Erik locked his door and kept a close eye on Fae. She sat back down on the floor and covered her face with her hands, crying again.

“I’m so stupid! I’m so stupid!”

“Stop saying that shit,” Erik joined her on the floor. He crawled closer to her, “You’re not stupid, Fae.”

Erik pulled Fae into his lap and wrapped his arms around her.

“I just want him to feel how hurt I feel…”

Erik caressed her arm. Fae tilted her head back to look at Erik. They locked eyes and something seemed to shift between them. Fae’s lips parted slightly and her half-lidded eyes were inviting him to kiss her. Erik took his hand and smoothed it over her hair.

“Erik,” Fae’s eyes dropped, “That feels good…”

She was falling asleep in his lap. Erik reached his hand over his coffee table to check the time. It was 1 AM. When he looked down at again, her eyes were shut.

“Fae,” Erik tapped her, “C’mon, I’m gonna put you to bed.”

“Huh?” Fae’s eyes opened gently.

“C’mon.”

Erik picked her up bridal-style and walked with her in his arms to his guest room. He placed Fae onto the bed and she immediately sat up. She stretched her arms above her head and yawned.

“I’m sorry, all that crying and shouting got me worn out.”

“I’ll be back with a shirt and some shorts.”

Erik left Fae alone and Diesel walked past the room, following Erik. She stood up from the queen sized bed and walked around the room until she was standing in front of one of the windows. She pressed her hand against the cool glass and looked out across the cityscape.

“I grabbed your bag and your phone…”

Fae turned around and saw Erik sitting her things on a bedside table and a folded white T-shirt with navy blue ball shorts on the bed. Fae wandered over to him and grabbed her sleep clothes. Erik stood with his arms stretched out, bracing himself in the doorway.

“There’s a spare bathroom here in the hall right next door. I keep toothpaste, floss, tongue scrapper, tooth brushes, all of that. If you wanna shower I have some soap and spare wash cloths and towels on the shelf in there.”

Erik smirked at her. Fae walked towards the door and stopped in front of Erik. He tilted her chin up at him and Fae got butterflies.

“Get some sleep. Try not to think about it. Okay?”

“Thank you again.” Fae said.

“No problem. It was the right thing to do.”

They continued to stare at each other.

“Good night, Erik.” Fae twisted her lips to fight a smile.

“Sweet dreams, Fae. I’ll shut this so Diesel doesn’t come in bothering you.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Trust me, you’ll want this shut.”

Erik grabbed the knob and as he was closing the door, he gave Fae one final wave goodbye before shutting it completely.

Fae undressed quickly and went without her bra beneath the shirt. She found a hair tie in her bag and thanked the heavens that Erik had satin pillowcases. She sat back on her phone for a while, the room bathed in darkness, deleting all traces of Cordell from her phone. She could hear Diesel pacing back and forth in front of her door and realized she hadn’t brushed her teeth yet.

Fae climbed out of bed and placed her phone on the charger before opening the door softly. She peered out into the hall, Diesel now in the living room curled up on the floor. She walked out and noticed that Erik’s door was cracked. Probably from Diesel walking out of the room. She found the bathroom and brushed her teeth. After flossing and using mouth rinse, Fae used some of Erik’s Cerave facial lotion and turned off the light.

She went back to her room and cracked the door. She tiptoed to bed and crawled beneath the sheets. Fae couldn’t sleep. She tossed and turned for almost an hour. All she kept thinking about was Cordell and what was next between them. Obviously she was going to leave him, but then he would have to move out, and she would have to tell her friends and family.

Frustrated, fae sat up and grabbed her phone again. She went to Twitter to just scroll aimlessly and try to get her mind off of Cordell. Her thoughts drifted to Erik again and she couldn’t be happier that he came into her life and at the right time. Like a guardian Angel. She found herself on his instagram again, looking at his photos, lusting over how fine he is.

The way he blocked her from leaving his apartment turned her on. Fae has a size kink and he was just the right amount of tall and build. There were a few times that evening where she thought they were going to kiss. She would have embraced it to be honest. His tongue down hee throat and his plump lips against hers. Thoughts of Erik led her back to the dark side of Twitter and to his likes.

He had new ones.

Fae scrolled through and found herself wet and horny in his guest bed. Post after post after post.

She couldn’t escape it. Each post was enough to make you get yourself off. Could she do that in his own bed? He was practically sleeping next door. Fae can’t keep quiet when masturbating to save her life. Was doggy his favorite position? Did he ever think about putting her in those positions? How big is it? Could he really eat pussy? Could he talk you through it?

If he was the complete package, imagine how Cordell would feel if Fae ever gave in and let Erik hit. He already hated him. He would probably piss himself if he found out he took his woman. That would be the ultimate lick-back. And he was her neighbor. Getting slutted-out by her neighbor while her cheating ass boyfriend graded papers all night long. While he’s doing his dirt, Fae would be too. She wanted revenge and she wanted to be petty about it. Fuck feelings.

Fae sat up and she could feel the wetness of her panties. She needed some water. There was no way she could sleep in this sweat with rock hard nipples and a dripping-wet pussy. She crept out of the room again and the door creaked slightly when she closed it halfway. Fae found her way back to the kitchen and opened Erik’s fridge, grabbing another water bottle. Without thinking, she shut the refrigerator door harder than she intended to.

Just then, Erik walked out.

“Fae?”

He had on a white beater and tight black briefs. He had a durag over his locs.

Fae was transfixed.

“You can’t sleep?” Erik asked while scratching his beard.

“No,” Fae looked at his body, “I’m sorry if I woke you.”

“I couldn’t sleep either.”

Erik admired her in his clothes and chuckled.

“You look cute.”

Fae had a tight grip on her water bottle. Erik looked at her with worry in his eyes. He walked up to her, took the bottle out of her hand, and leaned into her.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

He even smelled amazing. That same vanilla scent.

“You.”

Erik pulled back slightly and he blinked at her with a perplexed look in his eyes.

“Me?” Erik clarifies.

“Yes. You’re the reason I’m tossing and turning. Not Cordell.”

Fae turned away to face the kitchen island. She grabbed onto it to steady herself.

“…Care to tell me why?”

Fae flicked her eyes towards him, “I was thinking…”

Erik waited but she could tell he was growing impatient.

“Thinking…?”

“If you wouldn’t mind–you know–yeah?”

Erik looked towards the ceiling.

“Fae, ima need you to tell me what’s on your mind.”

His voice held an edge to it she hadn’t heard from him before. It was all or nothing.

Put your big girl panties on, Fae, and just say it.

“Wanna fuck?”

Erik’s eyes went round. Fae didn’t know if that was a good sign or not. Her heart was pounding.

“Uh–yes? No?” Fae asked.

Erik’s eyes became sultry but still he hadn’t said a word.

“I’m attracted to you. I know you’re attracted to me. I really wanna start some shit. And I guess…what better way than to have sex with my neighbor?”

A mischievous smirk slowly formed on his plump lips.

“So, you want me to be your sneaky link?”

Fae pondered.

“Is that what it is?”

Erik nodded his head slowly, “Yeah. Pretty much.”

“It sounds so…I don’t know,” Fae giggled nervously.

“Fun?”

Erik smiled with both dimples.

“Wrong,” Fae said, “Wouldn’t it just be better to break up with him instead of this back and forth?”

“Fae,” Erik dragged a hand down his face, “You said so yourself earlier. You want him to feel the same hurt. Stop acting all scary and get yours.”

Fae didn’t take her eyes away from Erik. She dragged her tongue towards the corner of her mouth, fingers drumming on the counter top before suddenly, Erik traps her against the kitchen island.

“I’ll be your sneaky link, Miss Fae.”

Fae smirked naughtily.

“When should we make this official?” She asked.

“Hm,” Erik titled his head towards her face. He used the back of his fingertips to stroke her neck while his eyes roamed her body, “We can start now if you like.”

“…Okay.”

———

Erik grabbed Fae by her soft hand and walked her towards his room. He pushed open his door and shut it completely behind them. With her hand still in his, Erik led her over to his bed. He grabbed both of her hands and Fae sat down with her legs on either side of his. She sat back against her hands, causing her chest to thrust forward. Erik turned on one of his lamp lights so he could see her better.

She was so damn sexy. He couldn’t sleep because he knew she was right next door to him. He was not expecting her to ask him that, but he was so glad that she did. He was going to enjoy this. She deserves good dick after finding out about her boyfriend. He was so excited about it that his dick was at its full potential already.

Erik leaned forward with his hands cupping her face and finally, he pressed his lips against hers. It was electric. They tongue kissed right off the back, Erik lowering on top of her. He slipped one hand beneath the base of her head to control her movements. Fae brought her knees up and dragged the sides of her feet along his waist.

They’re heads moved from left to right, tongues reaching every crevice of the others mouth. The sound of their kissing filled the quiet room. It was the longest make-out session Erik ever had. Not once did they come up for air. Fae untied his durag and tossed it onto the bed. She used her fingers with those short acrylic french tips to grip him by his locs.

Erik loved the way she tugged on his hair. Her mouth tasted minty and her lips, although no longer covered in gloss, was soft and buttery-smooth. Fae released Erik’s hair and his locs flopped against his forehead. She molded her body more into his and her hands went over his shoulders and down his arms. She used only her fingertips. That had Erik groaning into her mouth.

Erik finally released his lips with a wet smack to look at her. She touched his face, ran a thumb over his bottom lip revealing gold slugs, and dragged her nails down his throat to gather the neck of his white beater into her fist. Lip between her teeth, she yanked him back down and they were kissing again.

His dick was on brick. The heat from between her legs told him all he needed to know. But first, he wanted to undress her. He needed to see that body in its naked splendor. He already noticed her hard nipples in the kitchen. Erik couldn’t wait to suck on them.

Fae broke the kiss this time. Erik brought his hungry lips to her cheek and now he was ravishing her neck.

“Careful,” Fae whispered, “No love bites.”

“My bad,” Erik made sure to keep from sucking her neck, “You just taste so good.”

“Erik,” Fae moaned with a hushed voice.

Erik sat up to look at her.

“Do I get to spoil you too?”

Fae chuckles, “If you want.”

Erik kissed her lips.

“So I get to fuck you and spoil you?”

Erik sat up to remove his top. To see it in person blew Fae away. She glided her hands from his chest to his abs. Erik loved the way she touched all over him. He worked hard for this body, it always turned him on whenever a woman would admire him.

“Yes,” Fae whimpered.

She sat up, flipping her hair over her shoulder before removing Erik’s T-shirt. Beautiful, round flesh with small areolas and pointed dark nipples blessed his eyes.

“I just wanna eat you up,” Erik latched onto one of her nipples, “Mm…mmmmm…”

Erik went from nipple to nipple, and the way her body shivered, Cordell couldn’t have been doing it like this. He did this thing with his lips where he would leisurely suck all the way to the tip of her nipple before using the pointed end of his thick tongue to flick it. She had the prettiest titties. The way she looked at him with low, wanton eyes had Erik hooked.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” Fae threw her head back.

Erik kissed her sternum and down to her stomach. Fae leaned back on her elbows. He was getting closer. Erik’s anticipation was strong. He hoped she’d seen the pussy eating videos in his likes. He sat up a little to drag his shorts down her body. Before he did the same for her panties, he kissed her hips, thighs, and knees.

“I want you to relax and let me make you feel good…because that’s what you deserve. I’m a show you…”

Erik used his teeth to get her panties past her thighs then he took it off the rest of the way with his hand.

“I’m keeping these,” Erik sniffed the crotch, “Don’t worry, I’ll be thinking of you every time I beat my dick when I go away for work.”

Fae gasped when Erik spread her thighs and pushed her knees into her chest. Her pussy is fat and soaked like he liked. Her clit poked out and the wetness dripping out of her reminding him of honey from a jar had Erik’s taste bubs going crazy.

“Damn…you got a pretty pussy.” Erik said.

“Thank you.” Fae replied.

Erik spread her open with his fingers causing Fae to moan.

“Can you please eat me up, daddy? Like those videos on your Twitter?”

Erik’s dick jumped. So she did see them? Perfect.

He didn’t waste time. Erik put his face in her pussy and licked. Whenever he slurped, he would gather spit and all her juicy goodness in his mouth to suck her pussy. Fae was speechless. She tired to tilt her hips away from his mouth when he found his way back to her clit, but Erik stayed on that pussy.

“Fuuuck! Oh my god,” Fae moaned,” I can’t take it. It feels so good. I don’t want you to stop.”

She was talking nonsense while Erik was too busy feasting on fat pussy. He spread those lips and used all his skills to make Fae cum. When he dragged his tongue up and down between her folds, over her clit, and back down, Fae was whimpering heavily. Like she had no control over her body. Her body seized up and she couldn’t even close her legs because Erik had her locked in place.

“Erikkkkkk!” Fae cried out.

He sat up to take a breath in but all he could smell was her pussy and it was devine.

“I’m not finished. Turn around and sit on my face.”

Fae got up and Erik crawled beneath her. She sat that beautiful pussy on his mouth again and he instructed for her to bounce her pussy in his mouth. The angle and the positon of her pussy created a new sensation she hadn’t felt before. It was like her pussy was being sucked into the tightest vortex and she was afraid to squirt in his face. Her legs grew weak from the sensation and she fell to her knees.

Erik was right on her pussy. Her entire body shook out of her control.

“Ohhhhmygodddddd.”

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”

She was a broken record. He had a way of taking you to a whole other dimension. Your mind and body are two separate things.

“Erik, wait,” Fae cried, “wait, wait, wait!”

She was too late. With a deep moan she was squirting. He licked it up. Fae climbed off and crashed to the bed convulsing. Erik sat up and he could feel her juices dripping from his chin, down to his chest. Fae curled into a fetal position and Erik watched her ride the wave of orgasmic release. He kissed up her spine as her body shook. Fae finally relaxed and when she flipped over, she spread her legs to see her pussy.

“I couldn’t stop,” Erik kissed her pussy, “I plan to eat this pussy whenever.”

“I wasn’t in control of my body,” Fae said with a tremble in her voice.

He inserted a finger with his eyes on her.

“Didn’t think I was gonna get you right, huh?” He dragged his lip between his teeth before releasing it slowly, “you got one more for me, princess, before I put this dick in your mouth?”

Fae planted her face into the bed and allowed Erik to finger her into another orgasm.

“You grip like that?” Erik pumped slowly.

“Fuck,” Fae hissed, “I’m gonna cum…”

Erik forced her to keep her legs open.

“Keep your eyes on me.” He commanded.

Fae did as she was told. He smirked at her while his fingers thrust in and out, hitting places she didn’t know could feel this good. He proved to her once again that he was a pro in bed. With the look in her eyes, Erik told her how much he couldn’t wait to bury his dick inside of her.

Erik watched her face like he was conducting an experiment on how many times he could make Fae cum. The slight tilt of his head and the crease in his brow had her creaming all over his fingers. Erik sucked her mess off of his digits and slid off of the bed. He took off his one piece of clothing and when Fae came face to face with his dick, she couldn’t believe how big it was. He could tell she wasn’t used to this. But she wasn’t a saint, so at this point, she was going to take it.

He made a come-hither motion with his fingers and Fae was on her knees. She grabbed him and her mouth fell open at how thick it is. It wasn’t too much thickness, but enough to make her feel full. Erik smirked at her when she put him into her mouth. She looked up at him and sucked as much as she could. Erik gathered her hair and shocked her when he forced her head lower. Fae almost gagged.

“I knew this mouth was gon’ feel good, mmm,” Erik licked his lips, “You’re such a pretty dick-sucker, baby.”

Fae closed her eyes and started moaning a little. She popped her lips off and jerked him with a sloppy face. Erik hooked his hands under her arms and sat her on the bed. He gripped her chin with force and kissed her while his other hand squeezed one of her titties. When he stood back up at his full night, Fae continued sucking. She was making spit bubbles with her mouth.

“Mm, stay on that tip…that’s it…good girl…eat that fuckin’ dick up.”

Fae used her hand to stroke while her head bobbed at the same time.

“Fae…”

He had her by the hair again and more of his dick made its way past her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes. He released her and she gasped for air. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“That’s my girl. You take me so well down your throat.” Erik praises.

He slapped his dick on her tongue. Fae looked up at him with doe eyes while his dick rubbed across her lips. That look alone could have him busting. He had to stop her before it happened.

“Did I do a good job?” Fae asked.

“Yes. You have the tightest throat.”

“You know what else is tight?” Fae couldn’t keep her hands off his dick. She grabbed a handful of his nuts and licked him all over.

“What’s that, baby?” Erik asked.

“This pussy.”

“You think you can handle it?” Erik questioned.

Fae gave a slight shrug.

“You’re a big girl.” Erik reminded her.

_______

“You’re a big girl, of course you can.”

Fae wasn’t so sure about that. Erik was thick and long. She tried to appear confident, but the harder he is, the more she’d feel him in her stomach. She was already trying to register in her mind that she was doing this with him. Erik moved her towards the center of the bed and he got between her legs. He sat up on his knees and threw Fae’s legs over his shoulders. Erik had slipped on a condom that he grabbed from his bedside table.

“You ready?”

Fae nodded her head.

Erik pushed past her lips. Fae gasped. She watched as Erik spread her legs and held them up and back. He tilted his hips and sank deeper. The entire time he was lowering that big dick inside of her, his eyes were enticing, never looking away for a second. Eventually, his eyelids fluttered and he let out a grunt.

“You fit around me so good…good girl.”

Fae moaned. He was thrusting in and out slowly. Fae grabbed onto his shoulders and squeezed. Erik held her thighs back with his hands.

“Damn, baby.”

Erik’s abs flexed as he picked up speed. Fae was so wet she couldn’t believe how he felt thrusting in and out of her. It was warm and tingly. Erik’s brows furrowed and his lip was between his teeth. He finally released her thighs and drove his fists into the bed, leaning over her even more. His chain dangled on her face and he was looking down at her through his locs.

“You feel so good,” he said through clenched teeth.

Fae’s toes curled. She was hyperventilating. Erik wouldn’t let up. She tried gripping his waist but he was too strong. Her much smaller body curled beneath him while he hunched over her.

“Oooh, yes.” Fae moaned.

“You taking this dick, baby?”

“Mhm,” Fae replied as best as she could.

“Didn’t daddy tell you that you was gon’ take it?”

His words and his strokes combined was too much.

“Didn’t I? Answer me.”

“Yessss,” Fae moaned.

Their panting breaths and moans sounded beautiful. Her wet pussy and their flesh colliding grew louder and louder.

“Give Daddy that squirt, Fae. My little waterfall.”

Fae seized up beneath him. She was squirting again. It only made her wetter. Erik pulled Fae into another kiss. His dick was still inside of her, throbbing and hard.

The condom was still nice and wet when he slipped out. Fae was stretched a new hole. Erik flipped her over and pulled her by the ankles towards the edge of the bed. Fae laughed at his roughness, looking back at him while bouncing her cheeks. Erik spanked her on each cheek and then he pressed his face between and wiggled his tongue over her back door entrance.

She’d never been licked back there before. Not like this at least. He was putting his face in it. He finally came up for air and Fae arched her back from the bed. Erik rubbed his tip between her folds before he found her hole again and sank that meat deep inside again. Fae reached back to grip his thigh.

“Oh!” She shouted.

Erik grabbed her wrists, pushing them out of the way. He began thrusting. Fae could feel it all in her stomach.

“Why is it in my belly?” Fae’s mouth dropped open.

Erik increased speed.

“You know how I like it, Fae. Face down. Ass up.”

Erik smacked his hand across her ass hard.

“Baby, you’re creaming all over this dick.” Erik said, “Of only you could see this…the way my dick goes in and out…fuck…”

Fae shut her eyes and just felt. Her hips snapped forward. Erik was beating that shit up from behind. Fae couldn’t keep still anymore. The pressure on her lower abdomen was a pressure she hadn’t felt. Fae would turn from side to side, look back at Erik with weepy eyes, bring one hand back to push him. Nothing stopped him.

“Take everything I give you,” Erik grunted, “Take all this dick.”

“You’re going deep, daddy!”

“Oh, fuck—”

“Oh my god—”

“Don’t run from me,” Erik commanded.

Erik leaned over her and delivered precise thrusts to her g-spot. He gripped her throat from the front and buried his face into her neck. Loud clapping bounced off of the walls.

“I’m tearing this pussy up…squirt on this dick…there you go…got more for me? You know daddy likes it when you make a mess all over me. Daddy likes it when you give that pussy up…”

“YES!”

Fae did it again. She couldn’t believe it. He had a way with controlling her body. His voice and his touch.

“Spread that ass…dayum…”

He used his thumb to flick her clit from the back. Fae tried to shove his hand away.

“Move my hand again. I dare you. You won’t ever get to use your hands again fucking wit me. I promise you that.”

He spoke so even toned but it was so rough.

“C’mere to daddy…”

Erik turned Fae up on her left side and raised one leg. He entered her from the side and fucked her into the mattress again.

“Now…daddy has to cum…fu-uckkkkkk…”

He looked so damn fine covered in sweat. That big brown dick was digging her out so good. Fae pouted her lip and Erik slipped his thumb into her mouth for her to suck on. Titties bouncing, pussy open, Fae felt like Erik’s personal fuck doll.

“You just fit on my dick…been taking this shit…dammit, Fae…”

His eyes rolled shut and he lowered his head.

“Look what you made me do, bitch—”

That condom was overloaded with his nut. Erik’s hips jerked out of control for a little bit. He was still inside of Fae. She was staring at him like she couldn’t believe what they just did.

He called her a bitch. She didn’t know the effect that would have on her until now. It was the sexiest thing.

“Whew, fuck,” Erik deep breaths slowed down, “Fae…you wore a nigga out.”

Erik withdrew his hips and left to the bathroom to take off his condom and pee. Fae found his T-shirt and went to do the same. She walked as best as she could but her muscles kept spasming. When she returned, Erik was back in his briefs. Fae sat next to him on the bed. She wasn’t there for more than two seconds before he lifted her up over his lap to straddle him.

“I want you to sleep with me tonight.” Erik whispered.

They kissed a few times. Fae stared at him with this look in her eyes that said she’d do whatever he told her to do.

“Okay,” Fae tongue kissed him, breaking the kiss to look at him, “I want you to fuck me again.”

She said this with tired eyes and a pout.

“You’re tired, Fae. I promise I’ll be in that pussy again. “

They stared at each other with a mixture of restlessness and lust before kissing again for a while this time, Erik’s hands cuffing her ass and Fae’s fingers gripping his locs.

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Little Bunny

NSFW 🍋

Pairing: William Afton x AFAB! reader

Warning: age gap (reader is a grown adult), infidelity from William, pet names, minor breeding kink, Daddy kink, William is a shitty person, manipulation(?), rough sex, boss x employee, reader is unaware William has wife and kids (they're new to town and Will makes no effort to show he's married), reader is pretty oblivious, eating out, protected penetration, desk sex, minor pervert! William, scent kink, pussy slapping, Condom breaking, Praise kink, creampie, light degradation, he starts off 'nice' and then gets mean, alot of dirty talk, minor choking, overstimulation

Hey y'all... how's it been... I haven't posted a story since uh- April 17th, 2023 ....... yeah....hello again! I genuinely had the worst writers block & honestly horny block. Even when I started getting ideas and my thirsting back on, it was just never enough to write. I always hope when I start writing again it'll mean good news for my flow but, idk. (Also P.S I'm doing art commissions so if y'all wanna check that out you can right here , if you wanna, Just reblogging even if you're not interested would be really helpful, thank you!)

This is based off my own au so timeline may make no sense compared to the games and it is a rough idea - we're here for smut not lore. So please excuse the rough wages timeline wise. Just wanna say, I do not condone cheating or really, anything William does - but if you're crushing on a fictional character that kills kids you gotta accept he's gonna be scum. And sometimes you gotta embrace it a little.

You were one of the newer hires since the business has been getting slower, one too many crimes attached to the Pizzeria's reputation. Missing kid cases connected to the business but no proof to say it had any real causality to them. Bodies never found, no camera footage, solid alibis. Nothing. But that didn’t deter people. In fact, it seemed to bring a morbid curiosity. Some wanted to feel a sense of scandal by just being in the building. It was a small town, everyone knew everyone. Hearing their family diner was the talk of the town for so many headlines was horrid luck in attracting outside locals.

Unbeknownst to you, you were Williams best employee and to him, his little bunny, he was obsessed with you. But he knew had an image as your boss and a family man to uphold; but that didn’t stop him from trying to get a slice of your attention and getting what he wanted. He was a selfish man; he tried of the perfect suburb he’s crafted for himself. Who was he to deny his interest in the new hire? Sure you were younger but that just seemed to go in his favour.

Abit thankful the town, even in their grief, were still held by the morbid curiosity and tendencies to still come. The small boom in business makes it feel like how it has to be. Even gave him a reason to finally bring their newest attraction; a new band to play now he and Henry had to practically remodel themselves to centre stage. Freddy’s little band was minor show they pulled when they couldn’t perform or either of the springlock animatronics were out of commission. But if William can still keep this damn business afloat; he can give the spotlight to his newer creations.

The kids were finally done demanding your attention; it was a slow day since it was still early morning and most kids were at school. A band of kids flagged you down and insisted on giving you a makeover. Reluctantly, you agreed and you had two little girls who put chunky plastic jewelry they won or had on you. The boys immediately tried to put face paint on you, putting messy yellow face paint around your eyes and a bit of your cheek. You were so thankful when their parents finally coaxed their children to let you get back to work.

Huffing as you headed towards the back of the diner to get to the staff bathrooms, the back was still semi in construction. Loose wires here and there, some unpainted walls. Your coworkers said before the press and the police investigation the diner was expanding it’s building but with everything that happened; it’s all been delayed. Meanwhile, William saw everything through the security cameras, watching the chunky computer flicker through footage. Spotting you head towards the back, where the cameras were still buggy, quickly heading towards his office door and opening it; just so conveniently opening the door when you walk past and spotting you. Wearing that signature grin under his scruffy beard, his smile stretching uncomfortably wide. Stretching to his eyes but his stare never matched.

“Ah- little bunny, hopping away from the job, huh?” He teased softly, knowing full well what you were doing.

At the sound of his voice, you jump as a noise of surprise slips out from you.

“No! Oh no-! I just wanted to get this face paint off!” You quickly say, not wanting my boss to think you were trying to slack off. Sheepishly gesturing to the thick yellow face paint around your eyes as your cheeks, feeling them heat up with embarrassment. You looked so stupid. He couldn't help but laugh, that was the reaction he liked – seeing you becoming sheepish around him. He can feel his smile grow wider.

“We can’t have you not look the part.” He tuts, using the still semi wet face paint on your cheek and smearing it on the tip of your nose, making a heart shape with it , his thumb now smudged with yellow as he liked the bunny-like nose he painted on you. It surprised you, eyes widening as you grew an awkward smile as you adjusted your uniform. Your trainers are scratching the back of your other leg, feeling the purple knee high socks roll down due to it. “I guess we can’t.”

“Let’s fix that then.” William patted the doorframe of his office before gesturing you to get inside, he wasn’t going to have you scurry off to the bathroom. “Come sit, little bunny, let’s sort this face paint, hm? I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this in public” He chuckled, moving out of your way so you could enter. “It’d be pretty embarrassing-“ William saw the way you squirmed at the idea of being considered an embarrassment to your own employer, deciding to give you some mercy as he finished his sentence. “-for you, wouldn’t it?”

You reluctantly agree, sighing as you walk into his office. Seeing the golden bunny plush on his shelf of memorabilia of his work. Trying to calm yourself down from your own prickling nerves, Fiddling with the wire bunny paper holder on his desk as you couldn’t help but chuckle at the obvious attatched he had to to the long eared creature. His eyes followed your every move; the bunny plushie was something important to him, something sentimental; it was a plush of the golden rabbit he once dressed up as. A victory statement to himself for what he got away with; he liked having trinkets of his achievements. He closed his office door, contemplating locking it but didn’t want to get too eager. Making sure the window was covered with the mini curtain; the more privacy the better.

He guided you to sit In the plush yellow chair beyond you, grabbing some wet wipes from the drawer of his desk. “Such a soft little bunny, can I touch?” He asked playfully, crouching in front of you as he turned his attention to your face, using a wet wipe to remove the paint smear from your nose first. Your nose scrunched at the sudden feel of something wet. The smell was always too clean – some just smelt acidic. When you sat down, you didn’t expect to get somewhat pampered, you knew William could be pretty hands on as a person but you didn’t expect this. He cleaned up the rest of your face without much issue, his movements were precise and a bit rough when it comes to rubbing off the face paint on your cheeks. The thicker spots and cheap paint make it cling to your skin abit more. When satisfied with the wipe and picking up the next wipe to start on getting the yellow around your eyes off, careful to avoid poking your eyes.

Peering down as he saw you fiddling with the fabric of your shorts; one of the reasons he loved the summer time. He got to see your pretty legs on show. He had the desire to run his finger down the length of your shorts, he couldn’t get the thought out of his head, like an itch he couldn’t scratch. But he held himself back, just as he did with the urge to pull you away from the seat right now and on top of him.

Once he pulled away you gently tried to dab away some of the dampness with your hand. Your cheeks stinging a bit from his roughness. Smoothing out your clothes to look more presentable as you hummed. “Thank you, Mr Afton.” You say, just reaching down to sort out your fallen down sock.

“It's not a problem at all, I have to make sure everyone follows uniform code.” William shrugged, throwing the crumbled wet wipes into the bucket looking pin by his desk. You were so oblivious to how obsessed he was with you. Letting him wipe your face clean and didn’t even protest. He often wondered what excuses you made up in your cute little head to not dwell on his behaviour.

His focus shifted as he watched you reach down, beating you to it as he grabbed your ankle and propped your foot on his thigh, wiggling your sock back up until it reached up just under your knee, giving you a pat with his signature grin. You knew this wasn’t very professional but he always seemed so doting; you just took it as perhaps it was just his instincts to take care of others. Unaware of the horrific things he’s done. His persona to others as this caring, sweet businessman – blaming him snapping at workings as stress and then gifts his employees with free snacks or drinks to make up for it.

“Thank you again.” You say. Nodding to your now lifted sock as you look down at him, still crouched before you.

“I already said it's no problem, being too polite can be annoying.” William stated, his words sickly sweet. As if just giving some friendly advice. Rubbing your knee as his thumb caressed it. He knew this might be inappropriate but he needed this and you were such a good little employee; you wouldn’t speak up, you were a good little bunny that does what he asks. Always trying to please the people around you and fit in as the new hire of the place.

He could still see the faint remnants of yellow face paint around your eyes that he decided to leave alone, it made your eyes pop, it made you look even more pretty. He gently grabbed back of your hand, holding the palm upright and used his index finger to draw his initials in the centre; marking you as his in a way you’d never know, his other palm was hovering over yours gently. He leaned in and made sure the blinds of the window were still shut; gently kissing your hand.

Which you, in turn, jumped at the kiss – the giggle you let out at the ticklish feel of his finger drawing on your palm cut off by the surprise you felt. Feeling the scruff of his beard on your skin as your lips part. “oh-!” Your brows scrunch, unsure how you felt about him doing that as you chewed on my bottom lip. One half enjoying the attention; enjoying to be doted on and his nice words but you knew that wasn’t what a boss should do. Glancing back over to the door; perhaps it was time you went back to work now you were all cleaned up-

His smile grew a little wider as your giggle was cut off. Seeing you glance at the door, he immediately grasped your hand with both of his, adjusting to rest on one knee as his aching legs screamed at him. "sorry, I just wanted to show my thanks, you’re such a sweet bun.” He lied so easily, quickly trying to dismiss your concerns. “That was abit forward, wasn’t it? I can be like that, how I was raised and all.” When he said how he was raised, a part of you felt a little guilty for being so quick to rush off. Assuming so poorly of his actions; not like an older man hasn’t kissed your knuckles goodbye before without ill intent.

“oh..okay.” you reluctantly accept. But you were still worried you may be enjoying his attention a little bit too much. Your stomach twisting, remembering you shouldn’t be accepting this but..it felt nice. My brows scrunched and twitched as your brain spun. It wasn’t like he wasn’t an attractive man, abit scruffy but he always seemed so cheerful and wanted to make others happy. Leaning into the plump back of the yellow office chair as my hands continued to fiddle with my work shorts. My brain screaming two different things at me it kinda just made me freeze. Go still until my brain could decide what it wanted.

William loved seeing the innocent expression in your face as he looked up at you. You seemed so helpless. You were his. The fact you were allowing this, excusing it told him all he needed to know. His mind was always the eager opportunist. How far could he really push this? His eyes falling to your ankle, the fact your foot still rests on his bent knee, you made no move to remove him or yourself. His smile turned sly as he bent closer to your foot, beginning to untie the knot of your trainer.

“It's alright, it’s okay.” He shushed softly, doing his best to come off soothing when his mind was running wild. One hand went to your thigh, pushing your hand from its continuous fidget as he smoothed his palm along until the fabric was bunched up as high as it could, exposing half of your thigh to him. His other hand taking advantage he had big hands to massage, squeeze and caress along your calf down to your ankle. “Those shoes still look new, bet they pinch.” His brow raised, giving the tip of your shoes a pinch.

“They do… sometimes.” You answer quietly, becoming a deer in the headlights at the feel of his palm against your thigh. Your heart rate immediately spiking as it thumped like a drum in your chest. Your cheeks growing warmer as you leaned completely against the chair. Hands going to the sides of the cushion, gripping into them. Unable to stop the soft sigh that escaped you at the feel of your aching calf being messaged.

He slipped your shoe off as it landed on the floor with a thud. “Poor little bun.” He tutted with mock sympathy, rubbing your ankle and the heel of your foot. Repeating the same for your other leg as he put your trainers to rest by the plush seat. Swapping hands to soothe your legs.

The scruffy man looked at your work shorts, an idea coming to mind. “Bet uniform can be such a pain at times, The summer heat must be doing you no good- they could cause chaffing, we should get you changed into a size that looks more comfortable.” He cooed a little more, trying to convince you by disguising it as concern. He knew you weren’t stupid; oblivious but not stupid. You couldn’t make decisions for yourself, He needed to do it for you.

Your breathing immediately stuttered. Your hands raised to your chest to fiddle with your own fingers. “I don’t know- I don’t think you-“ The words got caught in your throat as your eyes kept glancing at the door. Your mind was screaming to get away and not indulge but my body felt like putty when you felt your muscles relax from his caressing and firm hands. He had such lovely strong hands…you couldn’t deny you’ve thought about them before. He made machines, sure with Henry, but he obviously knew how to use them for intricate wiring and metal work. Your body was absolutely relishing this man's hands being on you.

“That’s right, you don’t think and that’s okay, let me do it for you.” He chuckled, his voice soothing but his words had some bite. A part of you made you whimper at his words; you didn’t mind the sound of that. Letting him think for you. His signature smile stretched high on his cheeks, moving your legs over his shoulders as he was still bent on one knee. Grabbing your work shorts, unbuttoning them and shuffling them down, abit awkward with how you were sitting but nothing that would deter him. You gasped as you didn’t know if you should lift your hips or just stay still. Sliding off your shorts as he hummed happily at the sight of your skin now properly exposed to his wandering eye, his tongue clicking when he saw you press your thighs together.

“Now, now, no hiding from me, I need to check if you have any chaffing.” He scolded, lying through his teeth with glee. Easily prying your thighs away from each other and forced your legs apart to ‘inspect’ your smooth skin. Grinning wider when he saw the little wet patch on your underwear, a shiver running through him. Oh you really like him.

You immediately tried to hide your face behind your hand. One hand covering your crotch to hide the shameful evidence of your arousal. Whimpering a little as your feet dug into his shoulder blades a little, your breathing getting heavier embarrassment. Trembling as you couldn’t bring myself to peek at what he was doing. Feeling as if you were in a dream; there was no way this was happening. But everything felt too real, too much it was making your nerves feel like they were being electrocuted.

“How many times will I repeat myself with you? No hiding.” His voice suddenly grew huskier, snapping at you. Firmly grasping your wrist as he shoved it away from your crotch. He wasn’t going to tolerate having to say the same thing no matter how cute you were. “Look at you, getting wet just for me…have I been a bad boss? Neglecting my sweet bunny? Does that spot need attention?”

He licked his teeth, his brows knitted from his previous annoyance but his voice dripping like honey as he looked down at you. Not wanting to wait for your response. Grinning wildly and staring directly at your hidden face. The fact he could get you this riled up and helpless in his presence excited him beyond belief. He could hear the sound of your little whimpers, sliding your underwear gently to the side to attend to that slick cunt of yours.

“there, there.” Giving your vulva a wet kiss as he shakily inhaled your scent, shuddering at finally getting to sniff it beyond finding left over clothes in your locker. Finding your panties in there was a jackpot, how angry and red his cock was after stroking it so mercilessly to your sweet scent.

Immediately, you let out a scandalised gasp. Your hands shot up and grasped the back of the plush yellow chair. Eyes wide as you shuddered, “Mr Afton-!” You squeal out as my feet kick and dig into his back as my toes curl beneath your socks.

He loved that response, that high-pitched little squeal you let out as your body became the epitome of vulnerability in his arms. He had to hold in a moan of his own, his heart feeling like it was going to explode in his chest and his cock straining in his pants.

“Shhh my little bunny, it’s okay, let me clean you up.” He shushed in a sing-song tone, using those hands to firmly press your legs still. Making sure you couldn’t squirm away. He huffed in your scent a little, giving more kisses along your wet folds, Each kiss leaving a wet smack. Letting his tongue trace along with the smallest licks, just teasing you.

You whine, back arching as your hands grasp and clutch at the back of the chair as your eyes squeezed shut tight. Your legs twitching and digging into his shoulder blades as you let out cracked whimper. “Mr Afton.. please..” you weren’t even sure what you were begging for – for him to stop and be professional? Act like it never happened. Or for him to keep going. You liked what he was doing – it’s been so long since someone’s given you attention like this, most guys only wanted their turns. Feeling the scratch of his beard on the inside of your thighs, prickling your sensitive skin.

William kept kissing and sucking gently, burying his nose into your heat as he peered up at you as he gripped your thigh and hip to keep you still. Only parting to coo more encouraging words at you. Wanting you to let go and be a good bunny. To be his. “You’re doing so, so good my little bunny.” Feeling no guilt to using his control over you as he licked a long strip up your pussy. “Let your boss take care of you, it’s what I’m here for.” He mocked sweetly.

It made your stomach flutter and twist; your eyes unable to peek, keeping them eyes shut tightly, as you sighed. Relaxing and sinking against the chair as you trembled. Your body is unable to deny how good his mouth felt. He let out a pleased hum that vibrated against your folds, his hand smoothed up your hip and pushed your button-up shirt up your stomach to keep it out of his way.

“There, that feels better, I think. Doesn’t it?” His tongue left a trail of wetness where he licked and sucked. Nuzzling his face into your pussy as he moved his head side to side, groaning as he inhaled deeply your sweet scent. He loved the sound of your whimpers, your soft little whimpers. How sensitive and responsive you are to his mouth. Groaning against your hot flesh as his other hand smoothed from your thigh, pulling your underwear more out of the way to make sure he could pamper your cunt with his kisses. His tongue prodded at your entrance as he kneeled fully, letting his nose nestle and bump against your clit.

“..yes..” you breathed out, one hand dropping from the gripping the back of the seat, your hand instinctively grasping his well kept hair. Brown and grey strands in your fist as your eyes fluttered open. Your hips bucked and squirmed with his continuous kisses and licks. Your lips falling open and unable to close them. His breath hitched at the sudden grasp of his hair, a low groan leaving his lips. “My little bunny wants more.” He hummed, his face moving to the side as he sat back a little to watch your face.

The way you bucked and squirmed, he couldn’t help but feel that satisfaction of knowing he was the one to make you do so. Seeing you grasping his hair as a sign to keep going. He knew he could hold you down and continue to pleasure you to his heart’s content. But he wanted to see how vulnerable you could become as he leaned back, his warm breath blowing over your sensitive spot. He wanted to see how far he could push you, to break you out of your shell as his eyes gazed up at you. Hastily burying his face back into your weeping cunt as he kissed up and began hungrily sucking on your clit. Feeling it throb against his tongue as it traced the letters of his name against it. Shaking his head as he did as he slurped noisily.

William pulled back for a small gulp of air, not wanting to part from your perfect cunt for too long. “How does that make you feel, sweetheart?” He teased, eyes squinting as his thumb caressed your tummy. “your boss making you feel so good, sucking on your clit like that?”

You mewl, tugging on his hair as your back arches from the constant attention to your sensitive bud. Just his breath fanning against it was making you shiver. “Yes- yes sir-“ but once those words left your mouth he tutted, shaking his head as he pulled back more. Frowning as he licked his now glossy lips. “No, no, bunny that’s not how you address the man eating out your pussy, now is it?"

“…n-no?” You stammer with confusion, already whining at the loss of his mouth. Tilting my head as I gave his hair another tug, wanting him to continue but all that did was make him slap your clit. The sting and suddenness made you jump with a yelp. A moan fluttering out your throat. Your legs squeezing at the side of his head, your knees bumping into his ear.

“No is correct.” William hummed, proud of your answer, caressing where he slapped as he raised a brow. “You should call me daddy, that sounds nicer, right? You can call me that, can’t you?” He coos, tilting his head as his nose crinkled as his smirk grew. Expectant eyes watching your every move, seeing the embarrassment grow on your face. Your lips opening and closing as you just let out a shaky breath. Slowly nodding but that earns you another slap. You let out a high pitched whine at your poor bud getting smacked.

“Use your words.” He ordered, his voice only growing firmer, this time not giving any soothing caress to the small sting. “yes…daddy” the word falls off your tongue, making your stomach twist and flutter. It felt strange but it didn’t feel wrong. Despite your hesitance he rewards it by bending back down, lavishing your sex with kisses as muffled praises left his lips.

Williams tongue was long And thick but grew a bit more slender to the tip of it. It dragged and lapped at your wetness as he groaned. His hand on your thigh, adjusting your leg on his shoulder as he kept his face pinned to your heat. The hand holding up your shirt tugging it up after unbuttoning a few of the bottom ones. Pulling the edge of the shirt towards your mouth and you bit down. Holding the shirt with your teeth as you slightly drooled against the fabric. With his hands free, his thumbs now on either side of your fluttering hole to keep you open. Grunting as he prods his tongue into you, fucking you with it as he sucks and slurps hungrily at your arousal. You gasp, shaking as your hands tug on his hair and try to pry his ravenous tongue from your sloppy cunt. It was too much- groaning deep into the fabric between your teeth as your eyes fluttered.

William plunged a finger inside you alongside his tongue. Only pulling back to speak. “don’t fucking try to stop me. You can handle it.” He immediately went back to work as your head flew back. Your legs are tightening and kicking against his shoulder blades. “I’m gonna-“ you whine, breathing as shaky as the rest of you as you squirmed. Feeling yourself dangle right at that edge as his finger hastily pumped in and out of you. Getting closer and closer – feeling so good- just as you reached right on that edge he suddenly pulled away, liicking his lips. Making you cry out in protest, eyes wide.

“Daddy- no- I was almost there!” You pleaded. Too needy to be embarrassed by the title for him as you gave another kick to his shoulder blade with the heel of your foot. He just tutted and shook his head. "No, you're only gonna cum around my cock and only then.”

Your eyes widen. Breath hitching as words caught in your throat making the shirt drop from your mouth. Unable to even try to speak as he suddenly pulled himself from in between your legs and grasped your hips, yanking you up. Bouncing you in his arms with a strained grunt as he carried you over to his desk. Grabbing what files he could and shoved it to the side – letting anything else be swiped off without care. Placing you down on the edge of the desk with a small thud. You hissed slightly at the small smack of your rear against the old hardwood. He unbuttoned your shirt at your chest, opening it up as he grinned at the sight of your chest.

“Daddy’s waited so long to play with these.” He breathed out, moving your shirt more out of the way to keep your chest exposed. Squeezing and groping at it, pressing against the perk of your nipple. Caressing it with the pad of his thumb as he hummed.

Your breathing hitches, puffing your chest more into his big hand, feeling dizzy from the way it felt like he was engulfing you. His fingers long but still thick, palm rough with work and age. You grasped his wrist as he kneaded at your chest as you glanced down and saw a prominent tent in the front of his pants. A small wet spot already formed from his own excitement.

Noticing where you were looking he used his other hand to unbuckle his pants, tugging them down to his ankles along with his boxers. Letting his cock spring free as it smacked against his yellow shirt, the sticky tip just smearing pre on it as it drooled. Twitching as your eyes were glued to it. He’s longer than any of the guys you’ve tried before, thicker too but not too much. “O-oh shit…..” You breath out with wide eyes, reaching out your hand to grasp it but he stops you. “Ah ah- no Bunny, you’ll make me cum if you do that, let me feel you cum around me first.”

You nod, and yelp at another smack to your poor throbbing clit. Covering your mouth to muffle your surprise as you panted. Removing your hand to respond as he raised an expecting brow. “Yes daddy-“ with a satisfied hum he strokes your tummy as he pushes your back more against the desk. Ready to align himself with your hole, his eyes watching the way it clenches at nothing in anticipation. Sticky with your arousal and his spit. Eager to feel exactly how good you’ll make him feel-

“Wait-! Do you have a condom?” You ask with a flurry of sense, so caught up in the whirlpool that was William and your need you almost forgot. Sure you’re already on birth control but you always preferred to be safe.

At the question, William huffed quietly. Forcing his uncomfortably wide smile back as his hand twitched. A flair of annoyance rising at your request but he wasn’t looking for any risk to this. As tempting as knocking you up sounded, he couldn’t handle another snot faced kid. Three was more than enough. Besides, he can’t let anyone find out about this. So with a nod, he walks around the desk and goes through the top draw where he spots a purple condom. You immediately felt relief upon seeing the packet; confused why your boss has it but thankful nonetheless.

Once rolled on he resumed his position between your legs as he stared down at you. Licking his teeth as his brow twitches, his smile still perked on his lips. “Now you’re gonna take daddy’s cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes daddy, fuck me!”

“Dirty bunny.” He chuckles with surprise. William lines his cock with your entrance, rubbing the tip against your clit. Tapping the head of his cock against it before dragging it down your folds. He grinned as he suddenly grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand to his dick and curled your fingers around it. “You want it? Then guide it in, bunny, be good for me.” You did just that, aligning it perfectly, your hips flexing as your legs adjusted at his hips and slid down on the head of his cock.

Immediately, Your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the stretch. “Oh-! You’re so fucking tight.” He thrusts a couple of times, fighting the resistance. He desperately held back the urge to cum, groaning as he slid in and out. Sawing himself into you as he worked you open with his cock. You already felt so much better than his wife. You didn’t bitch at him or refuse to let him eat you out. You didn't say no to him. And you’re so tight- squeezing his dick like you owned it. And William wasn’t a man to be owned but he could definitely get use to your pussy hugging him whenever he needed you.

His cock buried deep Inside of you as he eased in, nestling right against that certain spot. Making you let out a strained moan, eyes rolling back. “Easy, Bun, easy-“ he hushes, his stubble tickling your ear as he hunches over you. His teeth tugging on the shell of your ear as he let out a husky chuckle.

William paused in his thrusts, giving you a moment to fully adjust. Wanting you to become more needy as you squirmed. Rolling your hips as you tried to grind against him. Seeing your pathetic state, he gave you a second before he thrusts into you once again, His grip on your hips were tight. The first squeal of your wetness from his movements made him let out a rumbling groan from his throat. Pumping into you as he nodded his head. The resistance of your tightening walls growing less and less as his fingers dragged and kneaded into your hips. “Take it-take it! Fucking take it!” Skin slapping against skin, his grip on your hips as your body dug into the desk underneath you, you kept your hand to your mouth to muffle you.

Williams thrusts were getting faster now, his thighs smacking into yours as yours, your legs squeezing his hips which only pushed him closer, his heavy balls slapping against your ass, the desk creaking. Everything building together with his rugged breaths, your muffled whines. His eyes pinned you down as one hand snaked up your body to your throat, squeezing ever so slightly as his cock kissed your g-spot as he arched his back.

It all made your stomach clench, that tightening knot in your gut approaching quicker, clamping down on his cock with every stroke. “Gonna cum on my cock, bunny? Making you feel good?” he taunted, tilting his head as you desperately nodded your head. Trying to respond back to him as your voice cracked and your moans overcame any words you attempted to speak. “Cum on it, squeeze it tight, come on.”

“I’m gonna- ohh- fuck-!” you squeal, your eyes rolling as your back arched, panting as your hand tightened over your quivering lips. You could see his hair messy and no longer neatly slicked back, the part you tugged on and the sweat on his forehead ruining his hair gel made the tuffs sweep over his forehead. His brows tightly knit in concentration. “cum on my cock, little bun, go on.” He grunted, keeping up pace as his hand tightened around your neck. Just beginning to steal the air from you as your fluttering eyes remained rolled. Bucking your hips furiously as your orgasm crashed over you. Whimpering as came, and you came hard. Practically choking his dick as you did. Stars littering your voice as you whine, tugging on his wrist to let go of your neck.

With a groan he let go of your neck but his fingers twitched. Itching to do it again. He slammed his hand right by the side of your head as he kept a tight grip on your hip. His thrusts getting shaky and erratic.“Fuck, bunny I’m about to cum-“ he could feel the warm of your heat. Feeling the friction from the condom against his sensitive tip. Feeling it roll and shift, chewing on his bottom lip as you whimpered and whined.

“That’s it, Bunny, You gonna let Daddy breed you? Fuck you full of my cum, I bet you want that-“ he was cut off by you clenching around him. Groaning as he shuddered. “Ooh…Well your body definitely likes the idea.” He gleefully chuckled. Shaking his head as he kept fucking you. Chasing that high of his impending release.

You moaned louder, your hand slightly uncovered from your mouth to try and let you breathe and William sneered. Thrusting into your tight cunt brutally. “Shut up! Are that much of a slut you want the whole building to hear?” he speaks through gritted teeth, you immediately let out a whine, shaking your head. Your words are shaky as you quickly deny being a slut but he just licked his teeth. Tilting his head.

“Oh really? You're not? Why do you think you’re in this position then, huh?” He just grunts as he continues thrusting. “you’re a slutty bunny, just letting your boss undress you- letting him eat your pussy-” William groans, his sentences getting chopped as he panted. Bullying his cock into you over and over. “Letting him fuck you, this what you wanted, you let this happen – you’re a slut.” His words made you whimper, the truth stung but your mind was so foggy, lost in the haze of your pleasure, you could barely think. Just trapped being a squirming mess as he fucks you.

“Don’t whine, don’t act like it’s not true.” William scolded, sliding his hand just on your lower stomach, pressing down where his cock is inside you. “That’s my cock deep inside you, gonna deny that too?”

You shake your head. “No daddy-“ your response is immediately reward with him patting your hot cheek abit roughly as he nodded. “That’s right, can’t deny it – the sound of your wet pussy squelching and wetting my cock is more than enough evidence, isn’t it?"

“Yes daddy.” Your words came out slurred, nodding as your lips kept parting as you drooled. Eyes fluttering as you squirm and arch as your second orgasm is forced out of you as you squeal. Your feet digging right into his ass as overstimulation shocked you. Hiccupping as your poor pussy fluttered around him, each stroke of his cock against your walls made your veins spark.

That was all he needed, cursing under his sharp breath as he squirted thick ropes. Just registering how he painted your inner walls. His glues just catching the sight of his cum sticking to him and smearing on the lips of your pussy. A spark of satisfaction grew in him but also annoyance. Making sure to fuck his cum more into you as he tore his eyes away, you were too blissed out to even realize. Overstimulation already making your brain a mess. Shaking as you felt warmth flood up to your stomach.

He slowly eased out, looking down once again. “Oops-“ he says almost lazily, too riddled with euphoric high to pretend he cared. Looking at the torn condom, ripped and stretched at the thick head of his dick. His cum stitching to your cunt with a thick string. Your juices absolutely soaked him, making the rubber shine under the lights of his office. Panting as he pushes back his messy hair. “Well, this is one of those things you risk when you’re a slut, isn’t it? Accidents happen.” He tuts, having enough sense to fight off the smirk wanting to raise on his lips.

You see the broken condom and your stomach twists. For a moment you believe your heart stops as you watch him, tug off the broken condom as he throws it into the bin. Letting out a pleased hum as he grasps his dick, smearing his cum and your juices on your thigh to clean himself up. Raising his hand to suck on his finger and groans; enjoying the taste of you once again. Tugging his pants back up, he pulls out his wallet from his back pocket and pulls out some crumbled cash. “Here, bunny, I should take responsibility.”

With a chuckle William puts the cash in your trembling hand, leaning down to your cheek to give it a few doting kisses. Stroking your hip as he did. You whined when he pulled away, you were completely and utterly fucked. Your hand clenching around the dollar notes as you stare up at him. Your brain was utterly turned into putty. He grabbed your underwear from the floor, wiping his cum from your sloppy cunt but he didn’t return them. Putting your underwear inside his desk drawer, with a smile.

“Let’s get you presentable, I’ll send you home early, ain’t that a win?” He teased, giving your cheek another kiss before he grabs your clothes from the floor. Helping you redress and steadied you back on your feet.

“I’m hoping this won’t be our last time, bunny, you were perfect.” He reassures, squeezing your hands as he nuzzles his nose against yours. You blinked as you nodded, heart racing as you leaned against him. On your tiptoes to reach his height with a small smile. “Really?” You ask, voice shaky and quite. William nodding as he strokes your knuckles, giving your forehead a kiss.

“Go on, Bun, hop along!” He smacks your ass as he guides you out of his office. You stumbled out and tried to make yourself more presentable as you smoothed out your uniform and fixed a few buttons. You could hear your blood rushing through your ears as you went out of the pizzeria in a daze. Your brain is unable to stop the spinning wheel of his heavy breaths. His thrusts that left you still aching. Clutching the dollars tighter as you knew where you’d be going before heading home.

[futurecorps3]

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭

Masterlist<3

Summary: Sirius and reader finally get together and it's time for dinner at the Potter's! Pairing: Sirius Black x fem!reader Warnings: Idk if it counts as a warning but there's Remus x Regulus for a quick second because I really just couldn't help myself HAHA, and brief mentions of war. Let me know if I missed any! Word Count: 2.8k Requested: Yes A/N: This request is so lovely,, I want to bawl my eyes out. Thank you so much @siriuslyjanhvi for this sweet little piece <3 hope u like it.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* "Darling, are you almost done? I don't want to rush you but- shit." His leg stopped bouncing and if his anatomy allowed it, his jaw would be on the floor. Y/N stood there in the black silk dress and chunky heels of the same color she got on their shopping trip last week, clumsily fidgeting with the silver necklace as she'd been too stubborn to ask for her boyfriend's help sooner. "I'm sorry love, it's just this stupid necklace clip won't...well, clip. Can you help me?"

Sirius stood behind her and gently took the metal piece off her fingers, noticing the retouched black nail polish now matching with his. "You look gorgeous," he mumbled, easily fixing the simple looking yet fancy piece of jewelry around her neck and placing a kiss on her shoulder blade. Y/N turned around, wrapping her arms next to his head as he cradled her waist. They've spent so many hours like this since they started dating -and even a little more before- it now feels too natural not to do it when facing each other.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Pads" the girl smiled cheekily, pecking his nose and pulling away from his grasp. "Let's go. Lily will kill us if she finds out we're late because we spent too much time 'gazing into each other's eyes' as she says we do." Sirius laughed airily, grabbing the coat she was clearly forgetting and fixing his hair one last time in the mirror before exiting their bedroom.

As they got into the cab and drove through the rainy streets of London, the boy looked over to Y/N who was intently staring at the droplets of water in the window. Anyone else would've guessed she was looking out into the sidewalk or small businesses along the road, but he knew better. He knew her. Sirius' mind then wandered to all those years he spent staring.

Staring at the way her cheeks reddened when he'd throw one of his seemingly meaningless flirtatious comments. Staring at how her hands contorted when writing, the specific position they had and how much strength she was applying in order for the parchment to stay intact but her letters to be clear. Staring at her as the sun came up on Hogwarts's rooftops and lit up her face beautifully, making him believe in that god his muggle friends mentioned so often.

Oh, how much time he had wasted! But he was too daft to realize little Y/N Y/L/N felt exactly the same way about him. She stared too. Lily once told him after he confessed that she sometimes zoned-out when thinking or staring too hard at him. They were equally whipped for each other and their friends even thought of running a bet on who'd break first. Sirius did and James, Peter, Marlene and Regulus would be fifty galleons richer to this day if the bet would've been concealed.

He felt his hand being squeezed, now actually staring at her and not lost thinking about her while his eyes happened to be directed in her direction. "M'sorry. What?" "I'm really nervous," she giggled anxiously and just then he realized she was tapping her feet lightly on the car's carpet. "Love, they've known you for years! Us moving together let alone dating won't change how they perceive you" "I know, it's just... Euphemia and Fleamont were too polite as to say anything last time we were over for movie night and I noticed little reaction from either of them!" That was over six months ago and they had been dating for four prior to that. After said night, the couple had independently seen Jame's parents, but not really together as a couple.

Euphemia had made small comments around the time they moved in together and Sirius figured she was trying to be respectful of his pace to formally introduce the lively girl they knew all too well as his girlfriend. That day was today. "We're going to be fine, my dear. They're well aware of what's been going on with us... consider this dinner to be merely a catch-up." She let out a breath she didn't know was holding and squeezed his hand again in confirmation.

Soon, the cab stopped. They both walked out after Sirius payed the man, almost giving him galleons. The Potter household had been some kind of sanctuary during the past few years, Y/N recalled as the warm lights bled outside. Inviting. Tender. Just like the family, the house sheltered. "Y'ready darling?" she asked now, as if she was not shitless scared herself. "Let's go," Sirius nodded, taking her hand in his once again and walking firmly towards the door.

The boy walked the few cobble stone steps that led to the entrance and knocked twice. "If it isn't the Blacks!" James smiled, engulfing his best friends in a bone-crushing hug, as always. He had this on-going joke after he proposed to Lily (and she said yes) that Sirius' had to pop the question to Y/N soon and referred to them as "The Blacks" every time they saw each other. "Hello, Jamie" Y/N giggled, kissing his cheek and stepping inside, letting her boyfriend's boyfriend and boyfriend hug for a little longer.

She looked over to the living room and found Remus sitting in one of the green and yellow corduroy couches, smoking a fag he quickly put out in the glass ashtray when she walked in, knowing there was nothing she despised more than the smell of smoke after she quit. Y/N's heart warmed at the action and opened her arms as the lycanthrope approached her. "Hello, sweetheart" he mumbled against her scalp "Hi, baby".

To anyone outside their circle, the interactions Y/L/N and Lupin had might've seemed odd; the nicknames, the regular physical touch, or the constant acts of service. Some could've thought they were dating and certainly there were more than best friends. They were in love with each other as one's in love with pretty flowers or sunsets. Purely platonic, but with a passion that could exterminate kingdoms if given the time. Almost like James's love for Sirius and vice versa.

"Have you tried the coffee?" he asked, pulling away while keeping an arm draped around her shoulders and pressing his mouth against her head. Y/N peered up at him with excitement in her eyes at the thought of the Colombian coffee Remus had gifted her. She looked forward to drinking a cup or two every morning. "It's the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love how you can bite into some tiny pieces of the coffee beans that remain after brewing it". Moony laughed at that, knowing exactly what she was referring to.

"It's great," Sirius' voice was heard as he was standing in front of them now. Remus smirked at his best friend. "I recall I bought that for Y/N/N, not for you, you nasty dog". Y/N's boyfriend barked a laugh and hugged him while roughly patting his back. "Good to see you too, Moons" he said between chuckles before pulling away.

"Mum and dad are in the kitchen, feel like making your grand entrance lovebirds?" James asked from afar, already walking towards said area with Remus trailing behind him. With Remus's warm embrace and how loved her friends made her feel, the stress she had been going through for the past days hours washed away. It was just Euphemia and Fleamont. It was just the Potters. They'd be okay.

Y/N looked at Sirius with expectancy in her eyes and a promise on her lips; they were ready. They held hands, squeezed his lightly and stepped to where their friends were. The spicy smell of whatever James's mom was cooking filled their nostrils, almost making them sneeze. She loved to experiment with them. Lily sat at the table, waving them briefly before she directed her gaze at her in-laws to see their reactions.

Euphemia and Fleamont stopped the meaningless, playful argument they were having about the dish in question and just stared. The silence made the fright come back. She wasn't sure if the sweat that now made her hands wet was from Sirius or from her (or both), Y/N sported a timid smile. "Mum, dad..." her boyfriend started, tightening her grip around her hand "...this is my girlfriend, Y/N". Remus couldn't help but giggle at his mate's behavior. "They know her already Pa-" "I know." He stated all too sure of himself, everyone except his parents laughing.

"Merlin" Euphemia sighed, walking towards them and stopping right there. "My babies!" he squealed, hugging them both just like James had when he greeted them. Y/N could barely return the hug before Euphemia cupped her face while smiling. Then she turned to look at Sirius. "Took you long enough! I thought I'd die before seeing you two together." She smiled wholeheartedly as the others laughed and uttered small agreements.

Fleamont then approached the girl, a knowing eye in his gaze as he always knew Y/N had a thing for Sirius. "I'm thrilled for you kids" he spoke, deep voice lazed in kindness just like the boy he raised. "Y/N was a nervous wreck before we got here," Sirius teased, and his girlfriend looked at him with wide eyes. He did not. "Why!? There's absolutely no reason for you to be-" "Your son's a liar, Euphemia. Come on, let's set the table boys" she cut off, glaring daggers at her lover as he responded by blowing her a kiss with a little wink and an arrogant smirk.

James's mom couldn't help but smile at the exchange. After some time, everyone sat at the table, eager to taste whatever the 'oh so great matriarch' (Lily's drunk praises) had prepared for them. Y/N sat next to her boyfriend, Lily, James and Remus on their other side and their parents sat on both vertical sides of the table. Sirius always left a seat next to him in case his brother showed up.

Naturally, he received invitations whenever these little gatherings would occur since he stuck around his boyfriend, but wouldn't show up or otherwise politely decline. Remus wasn't too bothered by it, knowing he had a hard time settling calmly in "enemy" lines with the whole deal of him being a spy for the Order. They all hoped he'd walk through their door one day... so, until then, the seat would remain intact.

"Be careful, it's burning hot" Euphemia warned, taking her place at the dinner table and smiling sweetly at everyone. "Here, darling" Sirius said, placing a napkin on Y/N's legs and as James noticed the gesture, did the same for Lily. His dad chuckled at that before everyone digged in.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

"Oh, I have one!" Her boyfriend said, patting his feet eagerly on the floor when Euphemia asked for anecdotes of their Hogwarts youth now that they got older and could disclose the details they all kept hidden when they were younger. "My dear girlfriend was advised by some former booger goblin that goes by the name of Lily Evans to take a shot of firewhiskey for confidence when playing truth or dare on Christmas break-"

"Oh no" Y/N facepalmed in embarrassment at the memory as her cheeks turned red. "-so she'd dare me to kiss her!" Remus groaned, knowing where the story ended. The room fell silent, Sirius and Y/N looking daringly at each other. The girl mouthed something, and he shook his head no, continuing with his story after his girlfriend rolled her eyes playfully.

"So, we are all sitting in the common room, merely cheery as miss Y/N is fully drunk from too many confidence shots and it's her turn to dare me... Mum, any guesses on what happened?" Sirius quizzed the woman on his right and she tried hard to guess.

"Your first kiss!" she exclaimed, eager to hear the end of the story as she and her husband remained ignorant of the situation when all the others knew it by heart. "No..." Sirius grinned as James made a buzzing sound like the one of the alarm on that shitty game show he watched with his fiancé. Batting his eyelashes at Y/N, her boyfriend graciously requested "Care to finish the story, babe?".

Theatrical silence fell into the room, broken by a giggle when the secret glance the couple shared (only Euphemia could perceive) became too much for the girl. "I chickened out and made Remus and Siri kiss...". James bursted out in laughter along with his father. His mom gasped and snickered as Remus smirked with Sirius grinning in satisfaction with his arms crossed around his chest, leaning back on his chair.

"I mean, there was a first kiss, right?" Y/N laughed, looking at her boyfriend. "You'd make a lovely couple, guys!" Fleamont said jokingly, and Moony gagged at the mere thought of dating his brother-in-law. "Oh come on Moons! Even mum agrees. Maybe you'll get lucky enough to be with the handsomer brother in the next life... Y/N/N won in this one" Y/N loved couldn't stand his audacity and delivered a well-deserved smack on the back of his head that had everyone laughing. "Kiss it better" Sirius demanded, leaning in as she pecked his head.

The moment came for everyone to move on to independent conversations, too invested in varied topics. "Mum, you're staring" James smiled, unbeknownst to the couple in question who were now gossiping amongst themselves about anything and everything. "They're perfect for each other, Jamie... He looks at her with adoration and so does she. I'm glad they found each other just like you did with Lils" she nodded, an honest smile adorning her cheeks.

The rest of the evening was spent in laughter, wine and enjoyable conversations, and, as Sirius stared over at the people he held most dear in the universe, he found his heart was full. For many years, this is what he'd wish for every night; a family. Back at the place those people dared to call home, the boy felt misplaced. Lost, like a coin someone dropped behind the couch and is never to be found. He had a family now, and he hoped he'd be able to keep it perpetually.

Around eleven; Remus left, the boys were smoking a cigarette outside, Lily was sleeping on the couch since she had been oddly tired in the past few days and Y/N along with Euphemia were washing the dishes.

"You look happy" the older woman said, passing her another wet dish Y/N dried with a red washcloth. "I am. I'm wearing the smile he gives me" she nodded and Euphemia giggled. "Everyone seemed to know except you guys, growing up" "What gave it away?" Y/N flushed "Eye contact is way more intimate than words will ever be and we always try to hide our feelings but we forget our eyes can speak; you stared a bit too long to be just friends".

The water on the sink started going down the drain with a funny sound as they both wiped away "When he confessed he said he had loved me every day of every month of every year since and asked if I had a single idea of how much he wanted to grab my face and kiss my god dammed mouth. I felt like the biggest fool... and a bit sad we lost so much time" Y/N reflected at the memory of her love spitting those words like a madman.

"Oh darling, you didn't lose time! Everything happens at the time that's meant to happen... it was certainly a excruciating long one in your case, but few couples have the connection you do. You're best friends. I see the secret glances and the pure interest when the other opens their mouth, no matter what they'll talk about. He's right; you're lucky to have him, and Sirius is lucky to have you." Euphemia rambled, the dishes long forgotten.

Y/N smiled, seeing a new perspective on a matter that had been in her head since they had started dating. Time only made the connection stronger. "Thanks, mum" she mumbled as the woman pecked her forehead "You're welcome, baby".

Meanwhile, outside, two best friends and their dad were having a very serious conversation. "It's been three weeks!" Fleamont exclaimed, puffing the smoke out his lungs "I know, I know... your baby boy has been non-stop bugging me about the matter since I got it" the raven haired boy snickered, flicking his second cig down to the floor and stepping on it. "I just don't get why it's taken you so long! What? Are you afraid she's gonna say no?" James now chimed in.

Sirius took the small velvet box out of his jacket, opening it and staring at the ring as he had been for the past month. He was absolutely fucking terrified. Not of her saying no. He knew she'd say yes... hell, even if she proposed he'd say yes in this lifetime and in the next trillion ones. "I just want it to be perfect. She deserves perfect".

Sirius Black ended up proposing to Y/N Y/L/N on a Tuesday morning over coffee. They hadn't slept at all the night before, and when the sun came up with the light bleeding into their shared home, he was looking at her. That was perfect.

And she said yes.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

miss raven 🐦‍⬛ you like shiny things right?? what are your thoughts on rollo’s ring. didn’t you call it chunky before

Many times, yes— I find it super ugly, chunky (as in, it’s a weird shape and takes up a lot of space) and hard to coordinate with a look, but it works fine on Rollo.

There are a few Raven-Rollo interactions I've received; these will be differentiated from the usual Rollo at the Writing Desk interactions by a different phrase in the header. "Will today be the day?" is a reference to the opening scene in Hunchback of Notre Dame; Quasimodo asks a bird (nesting in a gargoyle's mouth) if they're ready to fly yet.

Will Today be the Day?

“… You’ve been staring at my hand for quite some time now.” Rollo’s observation was abrupt, an accusation with a sharp point. He casted Raven a suspicious look as they walked side-by-side. “Crowley-dono is your guardian, is he not? I would have thought him to instill better manners in his kin.”

She leapt, frazzled by the truth he bore. “Y-You’re absolutely right! My apologies… I will avert my gaze.”

Rollo scoffed. “What is it that you are planning, hmm? Do you intend to make off with my possessions the instant I lower my guard? Perhaps you’ve picked up a habit for pilfering from Ruggie-kun. It wouldn’t surprise me—you Night Raven College mages are all the same.”

“No, it’s not like that!!” Raven shyly brought her index fingers together, her eyes cutting away from him. She suddenly found the sidewalk to be of great interest. “It’s, erm…”

“Don’t mumble. Spit it out already.”

“Corvids—ravens, crows—have a penchant for shiny objects. I can’t help that my eyes are drawn to them. It’s in my nature.

“Hmph.” Rollo made to cover the crimson gemstone that crowned his finger. “You have surprisingly juvenile interests. At the very least, it appears to be harmless so long as you control your desire to acquire those trinkets for yourself.”

“I’m telling you, I don’t have such a desire in the first place! Besides, things that sparkle look their happiest when they're with their true owners."

"... Did I hear that correctly? Things that sparkle look happy?"

"Not literally, of course. I took creative liberty with the phrasing." Raven cocked her head to one side. "But don't you think when a piece of jewelry catches a stray beam of sunlight, it looks like the jewel is winking at you? That's what I mean when I say they look happy with their owners."

"Not ever," Rollo replied stiffly, "and your comparison doesn't work. Ownership means nothing; a jewel would shine all the same regardless of who wears it."

"Now you're just sucking all of the romantic lyricism out of it."

"It didn't need that to begin with."

He turned away—as if that were the end of the conversation—and elicited an excited squeak from Raven.

"Oh...!" She fixated on the gleam of gold and scarlet that peaked through a crevice between his fingers.

The ring smiled at me.

Her heart leapt, and she smiled back at it. (Rollo scowled, his displeasure obvious.)

“If you don’t mind, may I see it up-close?” Raven asked. “Just this once. I promise I won’t bother you again about it after.”

“… You may, but you’d better keep your promise. I don’t want to hear another word about this later.”

With that, Rollo offered his ringed hand to her. His fingers splayed out to allow for a good glimpse of his accessory. Raven bowed her head—a sign of thanks—and gingerly took his hand in her gloved ones.

She had expected him to be frigid—his fingers were so long and bony. But no, he was flesh too. Warm and pliant.

Of course he is. I don’t know why I was thinking of anything less. He is only human too.

Raven slowly guided his hand, watching the way the sunlight gathered on the ring’s facets at different angles. The band and prongs were golden, and the center stone was a gorgeous red.

Ruby? Garnet? Or something else entirely…? Cut into a lozenge shape—diamond-like prism, with additional flat faces she could see herself in.

“Oooh, pretty,” she cooed, sounding slightly dazed.

As Raven did this, Rollo inspected her.

She was a small thing, no taller than his shoulders. Dressed in black (like a certain lizard he loathed), perhaps she would have registered as more of an enigma had there not also been a sort of… fluffiness to her, thanks to her voluminous feather shawl and skirt. The top hat skewed at a jaunty angle really did make her look like a childish miniature of NRC’s headmaster.

He honed in on her ears. They were pointed, certainly not the shape of a typical human’s. She had mentioned her tendencies as a corvid earlier, implying animal heritage—but the ears suggested fae, not beastman.

He took in the rest of her face. With her eyes cast downward like this, her thick lashes shaded honeyed amber colored irises. Sun dappled raven hair, highlighting the small, mysterious smile at her lips as she regarded his ring.

Such a simple-minded girl, he sneered. It’s no wonder she’s so easily manipulated by mages and sympathizes with their cause.

A creature captured and tames to be in service to vile villains—Rollo would be lying if he said some part of him vaguely felt pity for her circumstances. Perhaps if she was removed from NRC and given the proper guidance and instruction, she could see reason. (… despite how annoying he found her to be.)

No, she’s too far gone to be rescued, he argues with himself. Draconia has already sunken his claws into her feeble mind.

What a shame, the voice in the back of his head simpered. She could have been saved from sin. We could have understood one another.

Her eyes suddenly fliicked up. “… Rollo-senpai? I think I’m done. Thank you for letting me look.

He quietly gasped—he had been caught staring. Cheeks heating, Rollo hastily pulled his hand away. His shame was masked with a stern frown.

“… That is enough. Let us never speak of this again.”

“Hehe, it’s the very least I could do for you.” She grinned in an irksome manner, the snaggle-toothed smile reminding him of the less savory smirks sent his way by other NRC students. “It can be our little secret.”

"I do not wish to share any sort of a secret with you."

Raven raised her brows. "Were you not the one who requested that we no longer bring up this incident? So it's our little secret, whether you want it to be or not~"

"Which I don't," he clarified stubbornly.

That was the truth--wasn't it?

[jordie-gvf]

dont you ever grow up, sammy

a fluffy dad!sam fic for you!

summary : it was your daughters 16th birthday and sam hates the idea of his babygirl growing up

word count : 1.9k+

warnings : Safety Sam 🫠, mentions of getting pregnant, i cant think of anything else, let me know if i am missing any!

enjoy

It was your daughter, Elodie's, 16th birthday today. You had woken up before Sam had, you read and waited for him to wake up. When he woke up, he cuddled into your legs and said, “Do we have to celebrate her birthday?” You looked at him and frowned. “Yes baby, it's her birthday.” He frowned and kissed your thighs. 

You both showered and went downstairs to see Elodie sitting on the couch with Rosie and Odette, the cat you had got for your birthday. Atlas, your 5 year old, ran downstairs and went straight to his older sister and yelled out, “Happy Birthday DiDi!” She hugged her brother and said, “Thank you Atlas!”

You and Sam both had not grown up getting handed everything, but Elodie on the other hand, had. She was very fortunate and she knew that and was very thankful for it. Her birthday gift was a Volkswagen Beetle. She had always talked about them and how much she loved them. You got her the blue one, her favorite color, and some accessories you knew she would love. She hadn't known she was getting a car, but you knew she would be very grateful. 

She didn't really want a themed party, but you knew what she wanted on her cake. You had gotten her a pink and black cheetah cake and had “Elodie’s Sweet Sixteen!” written on it. You already brought  it home and put it down, Sam took one look at it and started crying. “It feels like yesterday when you had her. I can't believe we were 19.” He put his head on your shoulder and put your hand on his cheek and kissed his head. Elodie got up from the couch and hugged her father. She whispered to him, “I'll always be your little girl. I love you Daddy.” She truly loved her father, she loved him more than anything. 

She had wanted finger foods for her party. You had made spinach dip, jalapeno dip, cocktail weenies and meatballs, and her favorite, a charcuterie board. You had water and sodas arranged in a drink tin. Her decorations were retro 70s, thanks to her uncles. She quickly got up and said, “It's time for me to change.” She went upstairs to get into her party wear. She came down with a floral bell sleeve shirt, daisy earrings, bell bottoms, and white chunky heeled boots. She walked down the stairs and Sammy took one look and said, “Look at my munchkin! Happy 16th.” She looked at him and smiled. She looked amazing. 

When everyone was done eating the food you had out, it was time for presents. Josh got her a record player and a lot of his favorite records. Jake got her some more floral jewelry, flowers were her favorite. Danny got her a hydro flask, rings, and a bluetooth speaker. She thanked all of them and gave them hugs. You looked at her and said, “Alright it's time for our gifts.” You handed her a big box with a blanket in it. When she was younger, you made her a fleece tie blanket. She had lost the one you made her when she and Sammy went overseas for a tour. She was devastated when she told you she had lost it. You got the exact same fabric and made her a new one. She opened the box and started to cry. “Mama, you made me a new one?” She said, and hugged you tightly. Sam handed her a big box, containing smaller boxes, but the last one contained a car key. “Why is it so big, what the hell did you get me?” She asked, and Sam looked at her and said, “You'll see, open it.” She tore at the paper and opened the box, she said, “Really, one of these” She smiled and continued to open the box. Kelly had gone out to the dealership and had put the car in the garage last night. She got to the last box and opened it, and her brown eyes widened and she jumped up. “Daddy! You guys got me a car?” She ran out to the garage and fell to her knees. You both walked over to her and hugged her. She got up off the floor and said, “You didn't have to get me a car. I love it so much. Thank you guys.” She looked at her dad and her brother and held up the key, “Want to come with?” as she took the car for a spin. Safety Sam had got in the front seat and said, “Belts on.” Elodie and Atlas both listened right away. She backed out of the driveway and took them around the block. 

When they got home, Elodie went to you and hugged you again. “Seriously Mom, thank you. I love you. Thank you for the best birthday ever.” She ran to her friends who were in the backyard in the pool. She told them she would be right back to go put her suit on. She came down in a bikini. Sam looked at her and said, “And where do you think you're going with that on?” She smiled and said, “To the pool, with my friends, who are girls, who are straight. You don't need to worry.” You put your hand on his shoulder to say, let her go, and he backed off. 

Atlas came over to you and said, “Mamma she didn't open my gift” and frowned. You told him that she will open it tonight after dinner. After everyone had left and Sam helped you clean up, it was dinner time. Taking after her father with the love of pasta, she requested Olive Garden. She asked if she could drive by herself there and that she would meet us there. She pulled you to the side and said, “Mamma, do you think Daddy would get mad if I picked up a girl and brought her with us to dinner?” You looked at her and said, “Probably, but it's your birthday. I won't even tell him anything. Go” She smiled and hugged you and told her dad, “I'll see you guys there.” and went off. 

When you had arrived at Olive Garden before she did, he was in a panic. He checked Life360 at least 5 times before he called her. She picked up and said, “Sorry, detour.” You heard the Addie, the girl Elodie had a crush on, say, “Sorry Mr. Kiszka.” Sam looked at you and said, “Is that Addie? The Addie?” You nodded and he said, “That's alright Addie. I look forward to meeting you. Elodie, drive safe. I love you, see you soon,” and hung up. He walked over to you and said, “Addie is the one she's had a crush on since middle school right?” You nodded and said, “Mhm, Addie.”

You had sat down in a booth and ordered breadsticks and drinks, knowing both girls liked water. Elodie and Addie showed up and sat down in the booth in front of you. Elodie pulled out her phone, and you heard a vibration in your purse. You pulled out your phone and saw a message from her

Elodie Girl <3

Mamma

She asked me out

And I said yes!!

I'll tell him later

Not knowing what to say, you looked over the table and smiled, happy for your daughter. Elodie had asked if her and Addie could get ice cream on the way home, and you said yes. You handed her $20, but Addie said, “Dont worry Mrs. K, I've got it.” You smiled at her and said, “Are you sure? I have no problem paying for it” She nodded her head and assured you that she would pay. Elodie had driven them to Jeni’s, Elodies favorite ice cream shop. You kept checking Life360, she had texted you saying she dropped Addie back home and that she was on her way home. You were already in her room, sitting in her papasan chair, waiting for her to come home. She had gotten home and came upstairs yelling for you. She figured out where you were, let Rosie and Odette in, shut and locked the door. She went into her en suite bathroom and showered and came back in her pajamas

She sat down, and you said, “Tell me everything. Dads with Atlas in the basement.” She laughed and gave you the rundown of the ice cream date. It just so happens that across from Jeni’s is a playground and they went on the swings together and ate their ice cream. 

She had your full attention, something you never had from your mother. There was a knock on the door and Rosie was ready to attack whoever was outside her door. Elodie got up and unlocked the door, Atlas had walked in with his gift in his hand. “I never got to give this to you today.” and handed her the gift. He sat on her bed as she opened the gift. It was a small locket, with a picture of the two of them together. She looked at him with adoration and said, “Thank you, I love it.” and she put it on. 

Sam had walked into her room and told Atlas it was bedtime. You told him you would take Atlas to his room and put him to bed. You grabbed him and winked at your daughter and shut her door. 

You brought him to your bathroom and put him in the tub. You grabbed all his water toys and his shampoo. You put bubbles in the water and gave him a bath. When you were done, you brought him out to your bed and saw Sam on the bed watching tv. You helped Atlas put his clothes on. You told Atlas to go pick out books that you would read to him. Sam looked at you and said, “She told me she was scared to tell me she liked girls. She was scared.” You looked at him and said, “I was scared to tell my father, but he was also slightly homophobic.” He looked back and said, “Yeah, but I'm not your father. I told her she didn't have to be scared to tell me and she started crying.” You felt for your daughter, you were scared to tell your parents you liked girls, but you got over it and did, when you were 25 and Elodie was 6. “When she told me, I told her I liked girls too, and that you were very accepting of it. I left the part out about what else you said” and he smiled. He grabbed your waist and put you on his hips. He kissed you and said, “I want another one. Let's make another one.” and winked. Atlas walked in and said, “I picked out my books Mamma.” You smiled and nodded. He walked out and Sam said, “He can wait 15 minutes, right?” You shook your head and laughed. “Go ahead Mamma.” and sent you off to his room.

You finished reading to him and walked into your room. When you walked in, Sam was nowhere to be found. He came out from behind the door, picked you up by your waist and said, “Come on, showers on. Let's make more.” and brought you to the bathroom.

What a way to celebrate a birthday, that wasn't even yours.

[sweetbillwriting]

Love Just Happens

A New Chapter - Part 9

Characters: The future's Bill Skarsgård and others close to him. The rest is my own characters.

Setting: This story is set in the future but because it's hard to say how the world is then (and it isn't that important for the story) the future is similar to our time now, even with fashion and so on.

Warnings: 18+, age difference, smut, alcohol, ageism, intoxikation, pregnancy, family problems, jealousy, mentions of underaged sex, mention of miscarriage. Fluff, fluff, fluff as usual.

Notes: This is the epilogue, it just has a new name! Must say thanks to @b-afterhours again, I wouldn't be able to post without her help with the language 🩷

The music was loud in the house, Swedish hip hop Aurora didn't understand much of it. It went too fast and there were phrases she never heard before. She took off her chunky heeled boots and rolled her eyes when she heard the noises from men and how she could almost smell the testosterone. She walked into the dinning room where the sounds came from and on her way fixed her updo and her dress that was probably a bit too short. A puffy emerald green dress her belly had space in.

"Looou!" Said one of Bill's friends when she came in and met the sight of five men around the table. The table was full of glass cups and bottles and all of the men looked like she had caught them but the worst was Bill's face. He tried to smile so sweetly but he looked nervous. He stretched his arms out towards her while the other men said hello to her like she was his mother who had come home early. Aurora just gave Bill an irritated look and didn't walk up to him.

"Sorry babe… It just happened…" he said and covered his mouth with a hand to cover up a burp.

"Our bump? Our bump? So can I also just "let it happen" then?" She said annoyed but there was a hint of humor in her voice. Bill smiled shamefully and looked at his friends who smirked.

"But you won’t because you.. Are much more disciplined than me… Much better than me…" he still waved his arms towards her where she stood by the entrance with crossed arms. Two of his friends laughed when they saw how desperate he was.

Aurora rolled her eyes towards her drunk husband.

"Have you smoked too? Because it smells here. Cigar?"

Bill sighed and looked down at his lap. He should have known he wouldn't be able to hide it from her, even if they did it outside. Her nose was insane under the pregnancy.

"Babe…" He whined like a five year old and stood up. He walked towards her with a lowered head. He really tried to look sweet and watched her with big eyes and pouty lips. Aurora looked just as unfazed and gave his friends a look as if she mocked him. They looked at the couple amused because they knew it was mostly playful.

"I'm really really sorry… I won’t do that again?" Bill said and tried to reach for her hand but didn't dare take it when she gave him a condescending look.

"There’s eight weeks left of the pregnancy, of course you can promise that." She rolled her eyes. Bill licked his lips and looked at his friends for help but they lowered their heads with smirks. He missed the times he could buy himself forgiveness from his partner, with jewelry or a fancy dinner, he couldn't do that with Aurora, she had more money than him.

"Say you're sorry," Aurora said with her hand on her belly. Bill gave her a confused look and furrowed his brows.

"I did?"

"Not to me, to her." Aurora patted her belly.

He smiled a little and nodded.

"I can do that later. In bed."

"No, now. With the voice. The regular way."

Bill wasn't the embarrassed type, but this was private.

"I'm going to change clothes but then you can do it. You know, she is kicking wildly right now." She dragged her hand over her belly and by reflex Bill reached for the belly to feel the sweet movements. It was the only way for him to really feel like a part of the pregnancy but Aurora moved away.

"I think right now it's my bump. Right?" She said and then walked towards the stairs. Bill sighed and threw his head back. His hands rested on his hips. He closed his eyes but then the world spun so he opened them again.

"Why did you even drink? I mean, was it worth it?" Said one of his friends still with a smirk on his lips. Bill gave him an annoyed look.

"It was you guys that forced me!"

"You weren't hard to persuade," said another friend.

Aurora came down in pink satin pajamas and her hair in tight braids.

The bump wasn't really a bump any more, it was big and round which caused gaps between the buttons of the shirt, even if it was made for pregnant women. Bill just wanted to hug and kiss his sweet girl, drag his hands over the belly. Their baby girl was often awake late at night so she probably was having a party. Aurora held her hands over the belly in that way and Bill gave her a pained look and sat down on his knees in front of her. He was still so tall he was forced to lean down to be in the same height as her belly. He looked up at her with puppy eyes and with slow careful hands he unbuttoned the lower buttons of the shirt so her round belly was out. His friends looked at the show with interested eyes especially when Bill pressed his eye against her navel, pretending to look inside, even if her navel wasn't even a hole anymore.

"Bebis, bebis, är du där? Pappis, pappis är ju här? Hur är livet där inne? Vi väntar ju på dig, min lilla tjej." (Baby, baby are you there? Daddy, daddy is here? How's the life inside there? We are waiting for you, my little girl.)

He sang it with a high pitched voice while he shifted between looking in Aurora's navel and pressing his ear against her belly like it was a little dance. Aurora couldn't stop herself from smiling with love and amusement. That little song he had written by himself and sang almost every night. His friends applauded and cheered when he had finished. Bill gave them a fast smirk but then turned to the belly again where he could feel his daughter move. He looked up at Aurora.

"Can't you join us? I can make you a virgin pink paloma?" She smiled and dragged her hands through his hair. His friends looked at each other with mixed feelings. They really liked Aurora but of course the dynamic would change if a wife was with them.

"I think I should let you boys be alone, now when you have your first and last drunken night under the pregnancy," said Aurora and buttoned her shirt. Bill smiled a little and stood up. He could be with Aurora all the time but it was wise to be with just his friends sometimes. He nodded and let her go after she had said good night to them all.

"It's almost scary watching you with her. Or at least when you think about how you were pre-Aurora Lou," said one of his friends. Scary wasn't the word his other friends would use but Bill with Aurora was different. He was the same when he was only with them but he had a glittery sparkle in his eyes that hadn't been there before and together with Aurora that glitter was thrown on everyone around. Everyone could feel their chemistry.

Bill smiled and shrugged his shoulders while sitting down with them again. He didn't feel a need to say anything.

×××

He wouldn’t call himself hungover. Tired, yes, but not hungover. But it was what he was. He would never confess it to Aurora, who sat in front of him by the kitchen table drinking a smoothie he had made for her. He had stood in pain while the mixer whirred loudly and now felt like his head had exploded. She sat silent but looked at him amused while he put in a large spoon of multivitamin powder in his smoothie.

"So when will the girls be here?" She asked and took out one of her hair ties and tied up her braid. Bill looked at her tiredly. He hadn't forgotten they would come, he had just forgotten while drinking that he would become hungover.

"In two hours…" he said with a tired, raspy voice.

"Will you clean the dining room? It looks like a frat house in there."

Bill looked at her with furrowed brows. He was dark under his eyes and his lips were so dry Aurora could see patterns on them.

"But the cleaning lady… Lotta, she will be here in an hour?"

Aurora smirked because she knew what she would say would make his hangover worse.

"She just works Mondays and Thursdays, it's Saturday today."

Bill looked at Aurora tiredly and scratched his neck.

"You mean I must clean? Now?"

"Yes, if you don't want the girls to see it. Who is it that has drawn cocks on like every bottle sticker?"

Bill dragged a hand through his hair and made a pained groan.

"Can't you..?" He said with puppy eyes but Aurora stopped him.

"Not my party. And it smells so much alcohol I can't be there. Maybe the baby will get drunk."

Bill sighed another loud pained groan and threw his head back.

Aurora drank up her smoothie and stood up. She loved Bill most in the entire world but sitting opposite him when he was hungover and whiny she didn't have energy for. So after she had made herself ready for the day she went down to the studio to do some recordings.

Bill collected glasses when his phone rang. He looked at it and saw his ex's name and hoped she wouldn't say they would come early. He really needed to clean but also take a shower.

"She doesn't say why. She just refuses to go to you."

His ex had dropped the bomb that his middle daughter didn't want to go to him, that she would stay at her mother's.

"Can I talk to her?" Bill asked, annoyed but worried. The hangover made his feelings too intense and he felt his patience bob around in his belly, like a cork on a stormy sea.

"She doesn't want to talk to you. What happened last week?"

"Nothing! We just took it slow? Aurora and I worked on the nursery and I think all of the girls had quite a lot of school work."

Bill sat down and looked at the glasses and bottles in front of him.

"And the baby doesn't take all your time?" His ex said carefully.

"No. But of course we have stuff to do and that doesn't disappear because they are here and… It's their sister. She will be a big part of their lives. If that's the problem she must get used to it."

His ex was quiet because Bill was right but even she had a hard time taking in that her daughters would get a new sister. She had accepted that Bill would have one more child but how close the child would be to her kids was harder to take in.

"Have you said anything about it? I mean… You haven't been so positive towards Aurora."

She was still quiet even if she hadn't said anything to her daughter about Aurora but it was embarrassing knowing how obvious her feelings towards Aurora were. She didn't want to be that ex, who seemed jealous and petty because she didn't see it like that. She was just a caring mother.

"Have you?" Asked Bill again. Her silence made him think she had and he sighed irritated.

"No, I haven't. Nothing at all."

Bill continued to clean up after the phone call even if his chest was heavy. He never thought he would be in this situation. He saw himself as a good father. A caring involved father even if he had a lot work outside of Sweden. He really thought all of his girls loved the idea of a little baby but his ex insinuated that it was the baby that made her not want to visit him anymore.

After cleaning up he laid down on the couch to rest his head and tired body but also think about everything with his daughter. He had seen signs but had just thought it was the teenage years starting. The sour mood, the more time alone and the attitude.

"Hey, is it that bad?" Asked Aurora when she came into the living room where Bill was lying. She meant the hangover but he just thought about his daughter. He looked up at Aurora when she patted his cheek softly and felt a need to talk to her. He knew she would get sad, really sad, not just because of her sensitive nature but also because of the hormones. He sat up on the couch and pulled her down carefully and then told her what his ex had said. He looked at Aurora's face showing the feelings he felt. Sadness, guilt, bewildered.

"Is it my fault? Should I maybe tone down? I know it's much about the baby…" She looked down while tears started to run down her cheeks.

"No, no, no. This is not your fault. If it's someone's fault it's mine. This is your first child, of course it's a big deal. Of course you should be able to embrace that."

He laid her hair over her shoulder and caressed her neck.

Aurora looked at her husband who didn't just look hungover now but also broken. She moved closer to him to pat his chest.

"I'm sorry… This can't be easy for you and… I really want to help you, but I don't know how," Aurora said carefully while looking at Bill's face. He smiled sadly and laid his hand over her hand that laid on his chest.

"You can't. I must fix this. I must go to her and talk with her. Even if she doesn't want to."

Aurora nodded a bit and patted her belly, the baby moved around and made her feel hungry. Bill looked at her belly too where he could see how his daughter danced around. He laid a big hand over Aurora's navel and made a circle to calm down the little one.

"What will happen if she can't accept the baby?" Aurora looked at the belly when she asked and thought for a second about the possibility that Bill would leave her and their child. It was too painful to think about, still the thoughts were there now and it made her chest hurt.

Bill looked at Aurora's face. She looked worried and small, like something little could break her completely.

"She must accept her sister."

"But if she doesn't? Maybe she doesn't even see the baby as her sister?"

"She must. There is nothing else."

Bill sounded determined but he was also scared. He didn't want to think about what such a thing could lead to.

×××

He had sent a text to his ex to say that he would come and they could stay at home for a while. It was noticeable in her text that she wasn't that positive to him forcing their middle daughter to talk but didn't feel she could stop him either, it was his daughter too.

Bill took off his jacket and boots after he had come in through the cold autumn winds and hugged his youngest daughter who had come running towards him.

His ex looked at him with a questioning look and crossed her arms.

"You look tired…"

"Yeah…" Bill didn't say anything more because he didn't want to say he was hungover the day his girls would come to him.

"She's in her bedroom…" said his ex and moved away so Bill could release his youngest and walk to their middle daughter. Bill took a deep breath and walked to the closed door. He knew it would probably be emotional and that his daughter would probably be angry but mustered the courage to knock on her door.

"Yeah?" She said with attitude but did answer. She probably thought it was her mother. Bill opened the door carefully and gave his daughter a look who sat leaned against the headboard in her bed, playing with her phone.

"What are you doing here?! Leave me alone!" She screamed to her father that just took some steps into her room.

"I said leave!" Her dad didn't move so she stood up to try to push him out. It was useless because he didn't even move an inch. His daughter made a sound of frustration and laid down in bed with her face in her pillow. She tried to grab her earphones but her father took them quickly.

"Honey, we need to talk. I don't understand."

"Of course you don't…" she said bitterly.

Bill sat down on the edge of her bed and sighed.

"I don't want you to feel like this. And I got so sad when your mother said to me you didn't want to come to us."

She was quiet because she really hated hearing that her dad was sad but one word made her continue to pout: us. He and his little happy family.

"Is it because of the baby?" Asked Bill with a heavy chest.

"No!" She said even if it was partly about that. She also knew it was stupid to blame a little baby, not even born.

"So what is it then? I really don't understand." Bill was on his way to lay a hand on her back but paused. She would probably be even more irritated than she was if he touched her. She laid quietly a while thinking about what to say, thinking about what she actually felt. She sat up with a jerk and gave her dad a killer look.

"You're so gross!"

Bill looked at her shocked, both by the movement and her words.

"Sorry?" He said with furrowed brows.

"You're gross and pathetic and… embarrassing. I wish you weren't my dad."

Bill looked at her hurt and looked down at the floor. His daughter was close to stopping her words by seeing her father's hurt face but chose to continue.

"Your movies are pathetic. You and Aurora are gross and you're just embarrassing. And everyone is talking about you."

Bill sighed and dragged his hands over his jean clad thighs. His hands became more and more sweaty.

"I didn't know you felt like this… I've been an actor all your life…"

He looked at her while she looked out the window. She didn't want to look at him. Her words were mean. Especially the comment about her not wanting to have him as a father. She didn't feel like that and worried he would now give up on her and give his new baby more attention instead. They sat quietly until she started to cry. Bill looked at her with glassy eyes and touched her shoulder carefully. She threw herself into his arms and cried violently against his chest. Bill hushed her soothingly and hugged her. He pressed his lips against her temple and she breathed in her dad's scent.

"Don't leave us…"

"Hm?” Bill looked down at her by her words. She took a deep breath and looked up at him.

"Don't leave us for your perfect family."

Bill looked at her confused. It seemed like this was about other things than she had said earlier.

"But you're a part of my perfect family?" He looked down at her and laid his hand on her cheek. She still hugged his waist hard.

"But… Aurora and your child will be so cute… Probably perfect. And you already give her everything. Things we have never got."

"I'm sorry honey… I know it's different but… Me and your mother had another econom-"

"I didn't even have a nursery! I slept in your room!" She interrupted him with an upset voice and let her father go.

"But we didn't live in a house with nine bedrooms. We lived in an apartment with two bedrooms. And…" he looked towards the door to know her mother wouldn’t hear.

"Your mom didn’t have much of an income while Aurora… She has much more money and she wants the baby to have some things. It's her first child. She has you three, of course. But this is her baby. And it will be different from when you were a baby because it is a different time and you have different mothers."

"But you gave her the round room!" She whined and Bill gave her a crooked smile.

"Is that still a thing? I thought you were pleased with your room?"

She sighed and looked down at her hands embarrassed.

"Yes."

Bill held back a laugh while he played with a strand of her hair.

"It's because of the sun. You know, babies shouldn't lay in sunlight, there have been many accidents with babies getting too warm and that's the room that doesn't have morning sun."

His daughter looked up at him. It was actually a logical explanation and it made her sigh. She was stupid and childish.

"But must you and Aurora be so… clingy with each other? You're 45 years old!"

Bill still smiled.

"That doesn't mean I stop being in love."

His daughter gave him a grossed out look and Bill laughed a little.

"But okay, we should think about that. Do you want to come with me? Home to me and Aurora?"

She looked down at her hands again.

"Can I come tomorrow? I just want to…" she couldn't find a word but took a deep breath and Bill could still understand what she meant.

"Take the time you need. But honey, I love you and your sisters the most in the whole world. That I have two more people I feel those emotions for doesn't make me love you any less."

Bill patted her cheek fatherly and once again his daughter hugged him.

"I love you too… And I want you as my dad. And… I love the baby too."

×××

Aurora laid in bed against the mountain of decorative pillows, lifting her belly up to get some relief. The belly was big and heavy and when she felt like that Bill stood behind her and lifted it up with strong soft hands. It was already so big and both she and Bill wondered if she would be able to carry the child for eight more weeks. Bill still worried he may have had too many tall genes for her petite body so she couldn't handle his big baby. He himself wasn't such a big baby but his older brothers had been and also his youngest daughter.

Next to Aurora sat Bill's oldest daughter and looked worried at her dad's wife. She had gone to Aurora as soon as she got to know her father would leave and talk to her younger sister. She took the opportunity to be alone with Aurora and talk with her about it all.

"Are you okay?" She asked Aurora while she looked at the big belly. Aurora's body had changed a lot but she was still so small compared to the Skarsgårds.

"Yeah… Your dad must help me carry it a bit when he comes home." Aurora gave her a crooked smile and his daughter made a similar face.

"I don't know if it is a good idea for you to do that in front of my sister…"

Aurora was quiet because she really wanted to make Bill's child feel comfortable but she wasn't comfortable for the moment. She needed her husband helping her in the pregnancy and everyday it became harder and harder for her body.

"She has just realized you two…" his daughter got pink in the cheeks and Aurora gave her a wondering look.

"That you two… What you like to do when you're alone in here."

Aurora looked at her confused first but then realized what she meant.

"Oh! Oh… Oh god…" she laid her hands over her face embarrassed. All of it was embarrassing, that this actually was something both Bill's oldest and middle daughter had thought about and that his oldest now told her that.

"It's okay. It's… Okay. I get it. You know me and Ahmen do it too."

Aurora gave her an uncomfortable smile.

"Have you talked with your parents about that?"

"Mom knows. You will not tell dad, right?" His daughter suddenly looked worried. Aurora sighed deeply.

"I've said to you that you shouldn't tell me things you don't want your dad to know. I don't want to lie to him."

If she had been the girl's mother it would be different, then she should have wanted to know everything but even if she loved his kids she wasn't their mother and didn't need to get in conflicts with Bill because of them.

"But Lou!" The girl said frustrated.

"No, I've said this to you several times. I am your dad's wife first and foremost."

The girl crossed her arms but after a while sighed.

"Tell him then but… Tell him that I don't want to talk about it."

Aurora nodded once.

"Sure." She looked carefully at Bill's daughter who laid with her arm crossed but Aurora's eyes made her turn towards her and she smiled a little towards Aurora. Their relationship was great and the girl was mature and smart. Since the first weekend together their bond grew and it made everything much more simple. His oldest daughter could accept the songs about her dad, Aurora's revealing photo shoots and her constant snuggling with her father.

"So what do I need to change to make your sister more comfortable?" Aurora asked as she tried to massage her own back. The girl looked at her and her belly.

"Sit up," said she determinedly and moved closer to Aurora. Aurora gave her a strange look.

"I've seen dad do it, move so I can sit behind you."

Aurora laughed lovingly and sat up so she could sit behind her and massage her lower back.

"Thank you, it already feels better," she said with a giggle. "But your sister?"

"Oh, I don't think you can do so much, to be honest. Maybe don’t remind her what you do with dad when you're alone…"

Both of them became silent with embarrassment.

"Do you think she can accept the baby?"

"Of course! She even knits a hat for her in school!"

Aurora looked back at the teenage girl with a big smile.

"Really? That's so sweet!"

"Yeah but pretend you don't know anything, I think it should be a surprise."

When Bill came home with his youngest daughter they heard old music by Post Malone and the door to Aurora's closet room stood open. Bill didn't really think the music was that old until Aurora said she had partied to that album on her sweet sixteen party. He agreed with her that it was old after that but in reality he had just wondered if he was old too.

His eight year old daughter ran into the other girls quickly and Bill could hear her asking how Aurora and the baby were feeling, like a little doctor. He smiled to himself and didn't disturb them until she had taken her bag and gone up to her room.

When he looked in at Aurora and his oldest daughter the both of them sat on the floor looking through clothes Aurora mostly saved for sentimental reasons. Clothes from tours, videos and premieres. Everything so extra and fun. His daughter's eyes were so big while looking at the impressive clothes.

"I will never be able to wear these again…" said Aurora like it was funny but Bill could hear the sadness too. She wore a big pink sweater and leggings, she looked most often like that for the moment so he could understand she must miss her old clothes.

"This is awesome!" His daughter held up a little white skirt with a low waist. There wasn't much fabric at all.

"Oh, I haven't used that one for ages! I think I was like 19? Must be under the time I saw your dad for the first time."

Both Bill and his daughter looked at Aurora with big eyes.

"19?? Eww daaad!! And weren't you with mom then?" His daughter had turned to him and he looked horrified.

"No, no, no!" He just said as a reflex even if it in its context became the wrong answer.

Aurora looked at them a bit amused and dragged her hands over a pair of old pants with corset lacing over the legs.

"I said, saw. I was nineteen the first time I saw a movie with your dad."

Bill smiled a bit to himself and leaned against the door post. He liked hearing how she had thought he was hot long before they got together, even if she was so young then. He himself had started to hear about Aurora under the same time but then she was just a random pop girl, no one he really gave any attention to.

"It was that romantic one, you know when he kills like everyone, you know?" Said Aurora with an almost blushy smile. It was also the movie she had quoted the first time they had met. She looked at her husband and played with her hair.

"Cute, cute, cute. But this," said his daughter and pointed at them, "this is the shit you can't do when my sister comes. You must start acting like a married boring couple."

Bill looked at her and scratched his neck uncomfortably. It was a bit embarrassing being berated by his own daughter. Aurora looked down at her clothes again. It would be hard to act like his daughter wanted. She was clingy and needy as a person.

His daughter continued to look at the clothes. Under some other things she found several unused thongs with bunny tails. Bill smirked embarrassed and so did Aurora towards him. Both of them thought the same thing: hippity hop.

"Oh god…" said his daughter and laid her hands over her face.

"I had the same kind for a photoshoot! I just got some more with me!" Said Aurora and hid them but it wasn't the whole truth.

×××

Aurora sat on top of Bill while he patted her belly. They were in bed, taking the moment alone to be really close. Her hair had grown and laid in wild curls around her shoulders while Bill's hair stood up because she had dragged her hands so much through it. She had denied him sex because of his daughter's presence and he felt a bit frustrated. One week without sex. It was the new thing now. Every other week.

"You just say that they can't hear so you can get some, your oldest actually says they talk about us having sex!" She said with a low but upset voice.

"Of course we have?" He made a gesture to the belly.

"Yeah but they shouldn't think about it."

Bill sighed. It was an awkward situation that his daughters were so conscious of his sex life but at the same time, his wife was pregnant, it was obvious they slept with each other and also it’s completely natural for a grown up couple. They looked at each other seriously but it soon changed to something else, the erotism was floating around them.

He dragged his hands up to her naked chest while she moved her hips sensually over his. They moved against each other with their underwear on and craved even more intimacy. One week, one week, thought Bill to himself.

The next day they had agreed to have as little physical contact as they could, they wouldn't talk about their latest photoshoot and keep the door closed to the nursery. Both of them could see why the designer baby clothes and the perfectly decorated nursery could be provoking, even if the both of them knew Aurora mostly did it for herself. It wasn't like a baby would care about the pink walls with clouds or the Tiffany decorations. The daughter with Aurora would have a totally different upbringing than his older daughters.

Aurora was nervous. She mostly walked around, even if she had awful back pains. Bill laid on the couch in the living room playing with his phone. He was in a conversation with a guy about sponsoring a new restaurant and just tried to focus on that but it was hard when Aurora wobbled around. He looked at her walk from the kitchen, into the dinning room, through the living room out in the hallway and then back to the kitchen again. He sighed to himself, to stress like that wasn't good for her.

"Babe, come here," he shouted after her and laid his phone on the coffee table. They were alone on the first floor, his oldest was with her boyfriend in her bedroom while his youngest was in the TV room.

She looked extra nervous while walking towards him. It looked like she thought he was angry at her. She played with her long nails and the big football jersey she wore. Bill smiled to calm her down and sat up with a bit of a groan.

"It will be okay. She was okay yesterday. She just needed some time," he said and pulled her down on the couch so he could kiss her lips.

"I don't know, I have a bad feeling…" she said and continued to play with her nails with a low gaze. Bill sat up even more and looked at her with searching eyes. He didn't really believe her feeling but it was something with those extreme nerves that also made him nervous.

The both of them got a notice on their phones 15 minutes later that someone stood outside of the door. They could see his middle daughter and ex through the camera and Bill pressed the button to let them in. Aurora sat close to him and he gave her a final kiss before he stood up. They must be grown up now. A boring married couple. Aurora looked up at him but chose to stay on the couch. She was nervous she would say the wrong things in front of his ex.

When Bill came out, in the hallway stood his daughter and ex already there, no one of them had taken off their outerwear and looked like they would leave again.

"Hey?" He said a bit doubtfully and smiled towards his daughter. He walked up to her to give her a hug and she answered with open her arms.

"Aren't the others here?" Said his ex and looked around. It was too big to see anything else than the hallway by doing that but it came as a reflex for her.

"Of course," said Bill shortly with a smile. He tried to be as normal as possible. His ex looked down at the shoes standing by the door. A pair of Nike sneakers didn't fit in and she also recognized them but she didn't say anything.

"Aurora?" She asked instead and looked up at Bill. Bill glanced at his daughter quickly, he had seen in the corner of his eye that she looked away when Aurora's name was mentioned.

"She's in the living room. She has back pains."

His ex nodded and looked down at their daughter who stood with her eyes in the ground.

"Maybe we can have a coffee or something?" Said his ex carefully, she didn't want to sound impolite but she wanted to come in and talk.

"Sure, sure," said Bill with a nod and made a symbolic gesture to the kitchen. While they took off their outerwear he walked into Aurora in the living room. She stood leaned against the couch and dragged her hands over her belly.

"God, she just kicks my ribs over and over…" she said lowly. Bill smiled with mixed feelings. He couldn't really help and now he couldn't even pretend to help with pats and kisses.

"We will have a coffee in…" Aurora interrupted him with a loud groan and leaned forward. Bill walked up to her fast, if something was happening he must act.

"Hey, hey, are you okay?"

Aurora made a pained sound and leaned her forehead against his chest.

"I don't know…" She made the same pained sound again and pushed her face even harder against Bill. He held her in his arms when he noticed she couldn't hold herself up.

"Oh god… Bill!" She said with panic and then a loud cry. "It feels like last time! The miscarriage!"

×

[eddiemunsonappreciationsociety]

MY WORD IS MY BOND

Part Three: But you had to have him, and so you did

I stomp around the house, fuming at my inner witch. I think about breakfast but I don't want to eat anything made by me in this negative mood, I'd be able to taste the self-disappointment. Chance snoozes in a patch of sunshine streaming through my windows, belly full, heart happy. I reach down and scratch behind her ears and she lets out a long, slow rumble of appreciation. She has no clue her human mum is a top-tier moron.

I make myself another iced coffee and bring it to my bedroom with me, along with my half-smoked joint, to get ready. I grab my makeup bag and bring it to the floor with me. Sitting crossed leg in front of my large mirror, I switch on the lights that surround the frame and go to work. I do a pale pink smokey eye, winged black eyeliner, and some lip balm. I contemplate some false lashes before deciding on the affirmative and putting on my usual OTT pair. I take the black eyeliner and draw some dots along my bottom waterline and brows.

Once I'm happy with my face I pull the bobble out of my ponytail and my hair tumbles around my shoulders. Most of it turned white a few years ago, during a pretty chaotic time of my life and it never went back to its dirty blonde. I make the most of the blank canvas, currently pastel pink on the ends. I style my curls into a half up half down do and pin a silver hair brooch with a triple goddess emblazoned on it.

Before choosing my clothes I check my phone, for the first time since last night, and blanch as I see five text messages and ten missed calls.

STELLA:

WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU GONE?!

I saw Dreamy McBrowneyes leave them you were gone after, did you go home?

Are you alive???

Shit are you actually ok message me back

if you don't answer me by the time I wake up tomorrow I'm calling the FBI

I tap my reply to her quickly, nails clicking on the screen

I'm so sorry, I am alive. I came home and  conked out. I will fill you in later, love you.

Ps we're English, I don't think we have any FBI, stop watching Criminal Minds

My phone pings with her reply almost instantly

the only thing that would stop me is if they scrubbed Criminal Minds from the earth, even then I'd just close my eyes and play it all in my head

ps I'm glad you've not been murdered and/or eaten X

Choice phrasing, the universe is mocking me.

I open my wardrobe and stare at it for a whole minute, looking but not seeing anything. I select a black tiered skirt, that falls to just below my knees, my favourite black Paramore tee, and a black knitted cardigan with little pink toadstools all over it.

I am a fat witch, I prefer the term chunky, but to be real I am fat. And gorgeous.

I adorn myself with my jewelry, each one with some sort of magickal tie, something that can help or protect me in some way. As I place on the necklace I forgot yesterday my mind wanders to Eddie.

Stop it.

I give myself a quick look in the mirror before exiting my room and heading for the door. As I let myself out of the flat Elphaba, my black, flat-faced cat, is sat on the railing of the stairs, waiting to be let in. She glares at me.

"Where have you been, you dirty stop out?" I hold the door open for her and she trots in tail flicking. "Leave Chance alone whilst I'm gone"

I close the door behind me and head down into the shop.

The shop is basically a larger version of my craft room, with rosewood shelves everywhere, filled with various bits and bobs. I sell ingredients and ready-made spell jars. Most of my customers are non-witches but I do have the occasional magickal customer too.

The day is mostly noneventful, I sell a lot of ingredients used in health potions and health spells, which is standard as the weather starts to turn cold. Spells and potions sold to nonmagickal folk do work and make a difference, but in a more subtle way without the inner magic to amplify or activate properly.

There's an hour left of opening hours when my phone pings. I pick it up thinking it's going to be Stella.

I know you have no reason to trust me, but I'd really like a chance to show you I have no ulterior motive other than getting to know you. I hope you got home safe - Eddie.

I feel nauseous. I had been so intrigued, so drawn to him over the last few weeks. I sensed him when he was near, felt - what? Safe? Surely not. So drawn. This was not what it felt like with the other vampires I'd met. The circumstances in which I'd met other vampires were very different. I was usually roped into warning any vampires if they wandered into any coven territory. Not being in a coven myself, it made sense for me to be the middle ma, middle witch? I was also known as a particularly powerful witch, so I was fine to go alone.

I had no reason to trust him, but I wanted to.

His dark eyes kept popping up in my head, the goofy smile, the loud laugh. I wanted to know him before and I wanted to know him even more now.

But it was a massive risk.

For a vampire, the lifeblood of a witch is the ultimate feed. The magic in our blood makes them permanently faster, and stronger and has been known to occasionally pass on abilities to the drinker. I've also heard a vampire describe what our blood tasted like, and the more powerful the witch, the better the drinking.

I serve my last customer before picking back up my phone.

I got home safe, thank you. I don't really how I can give you a fair chance without putting myself in mortal peril, I don't see how it would work.

I start my closing duties, ignoring the phone as it pings. I ignore the huge urge I have to immediately read and respond. I want to talk to him.

Idiot.

I busy myself cleaning all the shelves, scrubbing floors, and doing the stock take, even though I did it last week. I grab my and some lavender from the stockroom to top up my home supply before closing the shutters and heading upstairs. I get  Chance in her collar and out for a walk, eager for all the distractions.

By the time I'm home, it's almost nine and I am exhausted. I get in my pyjamas, roll myself a joint, and order a Chinese. I switch on Community, light up and pick up the phone finally. There are two messages.

I know you have no reason to trust me, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for weeks  - Eddie

I know that's exactly something someone who wants to suck your blood would say but I swear that's not the case - Eddie

Despite myself, I giggle. I can't help but think about how old he is, signing off his name that after each text.

It is exactly something someone would want to eat me would say. PS, you don't have to sign your name off, I will add your number.

I feel myself grin as I type. Stop it, Lilith.

Does this mean you want to keep talking to me?

What was I doing?

Maybe.

There's a slightly longer pause between his next message.

Can I call you?

[daintyduck99]

If I am not too late for the 100 compliments prompts "You're style is just so cool" with Flynn Reggie and Julie (romantic/platonic/qpr up to you)

Reggie’s not moping, no matter what Luke says. 

Sure, maybe he’s got his temple glued to the headstock of his bass. They’re good friends.

It’s just that there’s somewhere he’d rather be, alright? He loves Luke, Bobby, Alex, and Willie dearly, but he can only listen to them argue about genres and movies and questionable activities-slash-crimes for so long. They always have a boy’s night whenever Flynn and Julie do a girl’s night, but those seem way more—varied, if only because a bunch of Willie’s suggestions get vetoed or argued about until it’s way too late to do them.

And yeah, obviously he’s not a girl. He still can’t quash the yearning that rings through his chest like a sad note whenever they disappear, hands intertwined, giggling in their slippers, or whenever they pop in to twirl around and show off their new hair-dos, their glittery eyeshadow, their beautiful clothes or the splash of color adorning their nails. He doesn’t know what else they do, but that alone seems so—freeing, so fun. 

He’s got a tube of eyeliner that he smuggled out of his mom’s room, but he wouldn’t even know where to start. He hugs his bass a little tighter and lets out a small sigh. 

The others are too busy debating what video game they’re going to play to even notice. They also miss Julie and Flynn’s grand entrance as a result, but Reggie doesn’t.

There’s no way he could ever miss them. 

They strut into the room with their arms linked as always, clad in the coolest outfits—he had no idea they even owned this stuff. Some of it might be Julie’s mom’s—she sometimes lends them things that wouldn’t be out of place in his own closet if he were a little braver. Namely, the leather vest Julie’s wearing over a silvery-turquoise—dress? romper? or the chunky boots Flynn has on with her outfit, a sleek black top that disappears into a pink leopard-print skirt. 

They’ve got their hair braided back into updos, with Flynn’s half-up and half-down, and shimmery pink and blue makeup and killer eyeliner on, along with loads of bracelets and jewelry. Julie’s vest even has little lightning bolts on it. They wouldn’t look out of place at a concert. 

They look—

Well, he can’t stop looking. 

Flynn tilts her head with a smirk, glancing at Julie, whose eyes shine, then at Reggie.

“See something you like?” 

He realizes his mouth is hanging open and abruptly snaps it shut, clearing his throat as his gaze skitters away. A low chorus of oohs rises from the rest of the guys, and he’d flip them off if he could do it without the girls seeing. Mentally will have to do. His hands tighten on his bass. 

“This feels like a trick question? Your style is just so cool. That goes for both of you.” 

“Thanks, babe,” Julie says, far too warm for it to be anything but sincere, and he burns at the casual use of the name she usually reserves for Flynn. “You know, if you think you’re missing out, all you had to do was ask. We’d be happy to give you a makeover.”

Flynn mutters something that makes Julie squeak and swat at her, but he’s too ecstatic to really care all that much. He shoves his bass into Bobby’s arms and leaps off of the couch. 

“You would? Like, right now?” 

They beam, extending their hands to him, and he takes them without hesitation. 

He’s happy to learn that he looks great in eyeliner, but he looks even better with Flynn’s lip gloss and Julie’s nail polish streaked across his face.

[crossbackpoke-check]

most boys could be improved with a little nail polish bit thomas bordeleau especially. like what is not clicking for him that he hasn’t done it already my god

EX 👏 ACT 👏 LY you understand. i saw this post one time and simply never looked back so without further ado here are the top ten nail polishes, in no particular order, that i think thomas bordeleau should try:

1. sally hanson xtreme wear in 140 rockstar pink

we’re starting with this one because i previously mentioned it in another post, and, while i think thom gives the vibes of a single color natural nail mani, i like this one because it’s one polish that’s multicolor—dark pink glitter with a little bit of blue to call in the sjs and the baby blue suit he was wearing. also, glitter nail polishes will last you FOREVER

2. chanel le vernis in 339 cassis

also have to start out by including my closest approximation to the nail polish in the photo that started this all. i love the sheerness of this polish, which means it can be more unobtrusive and a little blink-and-you’ll-miss-it barely-there detail or more prominent with more layers

3. gucci glossy in 715 winterset snow

personally i don’t often go for a white nail but i think borde would like something very crisp and clean (white does look nice on him). however, i think his white and/or cream needs to be a little cooler and not as much on the yellow side, which made finding this polish difficult but like. what else was i doing today (so many things)

4. les mains hermès in 85 rouge h

we have solid evidence that borde loooves a good maroon moment and i did specifically pick hermès (no idea why. fancy? would appeal to him?). love the cooler tones in this red for him and i heavily debated giving him this really deep rich purple (violet byzantin) of the same style of polish but we can work up to wearing that one

5. cirque colors x live. love. polish in puttin’ on the ritz

while i know the first color on here is literally a fine glitter, To Me thomas bordeleau is a chunky glitter gorl. it’s got artsy details, a bunch of different types of glitter, it’s iridescent, it can be layered, i’m in love with it. it will match any outfit thom i promise

6. maniology in b333 gold rush

imho i would wear more silver jewelry to compliment the cool tones he likes to wear BUT. borde almost always sports gold (honestly not bad wrt bringing out the california tan, it doesn’t wash him out) so i am giving him a boring, but very specific metallic not-too-yellow-or-light-or sparkly gold nail color. sorry. just paint one nail and use it like an accent or for french tips for spice, idk bud you’re the hand model here and i am simply an incredibly picky art director

7. àuda.b in my cactus

i love how vibrant this green is, i love the finish on it, i think we could convince thom to branch out into more jewel tones and pastels. also yes i picked this to match his houseplants

8. nails.inc caught in the nude in hawaii beach & boy de chanel in 404 black

i have a lot of shiny and glittery finishes on this list and i reeeeally wanted to throw in a matte finish so. this is a two for one because i couldn’t find a matte version of this chocolate brown that i really liked for him but also i’m giving him a special matte black polish because to me these are both neutrals

9. mooncat in millennia

this one just looks dope. i feel like he would like the chrome effect to it? it is more high effort because it’s a magnetic polish, but also given that he loves juicewrld now i think i could swing this one on that basis alone (it’s the same colors as legends never die).

10. zoya in zp797 cecilia

how could i make this list and not include a pacific teal nail polish for the san jose sharks 🦈 this also would be stunning as a pop of color to accent his grey game day suits just saying

ok if you made it to the end of this i love you ✨ thank you for coming to my ill-advised impromptu ted talk @ thom please paint ur nails and also confirm or deny whether you have pierced your ears thank you

[futchcav]

i love bad tv so here are my takes on fate: the winx saga season 2 (spoilers)

This season was a Fucking Disaster with a lot of tiny gems. 

Disaster: 

Rosalind. Nothing Rosalind did this season made sense. It’s implied she knew Sebastian, so she probably knew about him being from Aster Dell, and she had that book (henceforth That Book), so she knew about the whole Realm of Shadows/resurrection deal. Those are not difficult dots to connect. Why would she not give Bloom as much information as she could gather regarding Bloom’s heritage/Aster Dell/etc? That information was, at the point Rosalind died, the only real leverage Sebastian had over Bloom! It’s not like Musa even wanted her magic back! 

Aisha. I can’t believe I actually thought they were gonna do something character-arc-wise about Bloom not being able to use Aisha as a moral compass. I think the writers thought they were doing something by having Grey turn out to be a blood witch, but like... “confused teenager is born into a bad crowd and does what he can to mitigate the damage he does trying to get out” is not the “gotcha! Aisha’s judgement sucks!” they thought it was. That’s not Aisha having bad judgement, that’s just someone lying their balls off to her! And Aisha still comes in to save the day from Bloom’s hot-headedness, once again being her moral compass. The only good thing they did for Aisha’s character this season was that moment with Grey at the very end, where it looks like she might be wiling to move past her rigidity and towards comfort and grey (heh) areas. 

Andreas. Useless character. Nothing important happened there. His death didn’t push Sky in a bad direction in any meaningful way, Beatrix didn’t get any good character development from his presence or his death, and he didn’t... really do anything plot-wise or character-wise. Waste of airtime. Andreas and Rosalind should’ve been combined into the same character - imagine all the places things could go if Sky’s long-dead mother turned out to be a) trapped in stasis by Saul and a mysteriously-missing Dowling, and b) way more interested in Bloom/the Dragon Flame than him? 

Bloom’s Trial. NOTHING HAPPENED. THERE WERE NO CONSEQUENCES. THIS WAS FILLER. And filler is fine - unless you have a 7-episode season that has to introduce a new major antagonist, kill an old major antagonist, introduce a plot-important creature and how it functions, introduce a new secondary main character and her relationships, and develop the characters as the plot moves. 

Dowling. Her coming back from the dead did nothing but confirm that she was, indeed, killed by Rosalind. The suitemates only needed that confirmation for Bloom’s sake, to get her off during the trial, and Dowling didn’t make her temporary appearance until afterwards, and when she did, she said nothing of import. There were other ways for the suitemates to learn to transform. Hell, what if they all transformed trying to give Musa her magic back with the convergence crystal? They’re all so united in their purpose and magic that they transform, and it’s The Power Of Friendship? They have fucking magical girl transformation sequences so you can’t tell me this is too cringe. 

Bloom’s costume design. If you’re trying to make a 24 year old look 17, structured blazers and chunky gold jewelry is not the way to do it. Every time she had a blazer on, it unsuspended my disbelief. 

Gems: 

Musa. Musaaaaa. I absolutely love Musa’s arc. In s1, she’s so uncomfortable with her gift that she shuts everyone out in order to shut it out. She learns that if she connects with her power, she can help people! And she goes overboard on that and it destroys her relationship. The one aspect of her power that made it feel like power and not a noose around her neck, and using it ruins her relationship. The scene where she’s hiding from the scrapers and you can see her considering if it’s worth keeping hidden when the thing they want to take from her is such a curse - hell yes. Excellent narrative choice. And I also love how she’s visibly so much more comfortable in physical combat than in using her powers! She’s one of the only characters who seems to have grown at all this season, and I love her for it.

Flora. I wish we got more Flora! I think it would be very easy to take her in an extreme Mary Sue direction, and I do think she leaned that way, but I love that she’s an unrepentant flirt. I love that she argued with Terra for being so catty towards her. And I love that she forgave Terra and they ended up having a really sweet bond. I wish we’d heard a bit more about her life before Alfea, because I think it would’ve given her big noble sacrifice in the final episode more context. As it is, it seemed a bit out of the blue. 

Beatrix and Stella. I love unrepentant - or in Stella’s case, occasionally repentant - mean girls, and their friendship this season was incredible. If Beatrix hadn’t met her end, I’d be rooting for her to become an honorary suitemate in s3 (or Stella’s gf). Their dynamic kept me watching this season. 

Stella. Everything about Stella. Her haircut, her costumes, her standing up to her mother for Bloom, her hiding the gem and trying to yank it out herself, her Legally Blonde moment, her friendship with Beatrix, every word that came out of her mouth. I love her. She’s perfect. No notes. 

[bananxious]

Sam and Max story dump numero uno

I call this “Untitled Sam and Max Mole Adventure #1, [funny joke tba]”

Sam and Max get a call to the semi-renovated Museum of Mostly Natural History. A Mole Mystery ensues. I’d give this a Teen for mild peril, or something. About 4,400 words.

I started daydreaming about this little Sam n Max adventure aftering chewing over the implications of the mole people, maybe tying in some post-305 stuff for a laugh, something to do with Internet 2.0, and then forgetting about it for a year. I figured if I didn’t post something it’d never see the light of day, and I would just sit editing the same 4000 words forever. Apologies for any chunks missing, this is essentially a first draft, I’ll probably rework a lot of the dialogue and everything else, but the framework is there? Any feedback, criticism, or ideas are much appreciated, and if you fancy chatting to me about please feel free to send me a message !

Anyway, the story:

"Well, would you look at that!" Sam declared cheerfully to the visibly rattled night guard of the half-destroyed and semi-renovated Museum of Mostly Natural History, "Your midnight disturbances were nothing more than a defenceless, pathetic little mole man. The most this minor miscreant will committ is some reckless property damage, maybe chew through a few electrical cables, deface a couple of bathroom signs, or maybe swipe your car stereo if you're really unlucky.

"They're a bit like termites, but usually better dressed," Max added. "And they usually move in the same circles. Underground, wet damp caves, anywhere with plenty of savory plywood goin' spare!"

Their caught culprit spat and chittered like furious little tornado inside the white wire crate he'd been trapped in, an enclosure big enough for him to stand and scuttle around in  indignant circles squawking noisily in protest while occasionally stopping to angrily spit, snort, or strain his eyes glaring cavernous entrance lobby of the museum. Not only was this big-eared, tiny-eyed, snub-nosed, rarely-employed grey fuzzball a complete non-threat, but he was already well-known to the Freelance Police. If there was anything that bored Max it was repeat offenders, and Harry Moleman was no novelty, but trying to jab him with a plastic fork tied to the end of a jumbo pencil from the gift shop soothed his restless spirit while Sam liasoned with their client.

Meanwhile, the shaking "night guard" turned out to be little more than a silver-haired senior hippie in a loudly-patterned wool poncho and eclectic acetate jewelry, a day volunteer at the Museum of Mostly Natural History now turned night squatter left shaking at the sight of a "some screeching beast with shovel-like claws". Sam glanced at her (and shared a brief confirmatory nose wrinkle and nod with Max) for a brief moment and concluded that no whiff of fire and brimstone-esque Yog-Soggothiness was to be found: she was the equivalent friendly neighbourhood witch who had traded in her broomstick for a herbal-scented Volkswagen Campervan, though by the nervous rattling a prescription for diazepam wouldn't go amiss either. He imagined this was just one of the many weirdos the old proprietor Papierweite must have swapped apocalyptic conspiracy theories with years ago in yoga coffee shops and seldom-visited bulletin boards in the deep, dank corners that Sam assumed the internet had.

Sam gave that information a patient moment to sink in before he continued, "I imagine he just gave you a spook when his monstrous silhouette was amplified by a floor light." He placed the chunky 12 volt torch facing their interloper and watched his spherical two-and-a-half foot shadow grow into the outlined of what could conceviably be construed by a mind still possessed by the free spirit of the 60s as a drooling, teeth-gnashing, bone-breaking harbinger of horror.

Their prisoner scowled and hissed at the sharp white light before rattling the grate of the chinchilla cage at their feet with admirable gusto. "You jerks! What's the big idea, here?! You let me out of here, right this second! I've done absolutely nothing wrong!"

"Oh sure, sure - except the wanton property destruction, late-night trespassing, terrifying a poor innocent museum volunteer-slash-squatter, and not to mention getting caught by us, again! That last one isn't illegal, but it IS poor form, Harry. And all this at - what's the time, Sam?"

Sam pushed up his sleeve and checked his watch. "I'd call that two forty-five AM."

"Two forty-!" Max threw his head back and wailed in frustration. "We should be tucked up in bed with our marathon of America's Greatest Sports Injuries at this time of night. Let's scram, Sam - this case is a real dud. Thanks for nothin', Harry!"  

"Couldn't agree more, little buddy. Come on, let's give our culprit here the ol' catch and release, like they do with opossums and intoxicated teens. I'm sure the nearest sewer manhole will do just fine, like it did for that spotty Jenkins kid." Sam leaned down to grab the handle of the crate to cart off the little trespasser, only to pause. Something seemed off: sitting passively inside the wire cage, Harry seemed unusually calm. Instead of clawing at the bars like the desperate little miscreant he was, he had planted his rear end on the floor of his cage while he rubbed his little six-fingered hands together, like a housefly who’d just spotted a particularly delicious beverage to drown in. To Sam, he looked more like he was scheming than panicking.

"But since your escapades dragged us all the way out of our pyjamas and into the bowels of the Museum of Mostly Natural History in the wee hours of the morn, do you mind filling us in on exactly what you were doing this far above ground?" Sam watched the captive mole's eyes, ears, and whiskers twitch nervously.

"... I was just trespassing! Just like you said! What with traffic 'round the Burrows these days, sometimes it's easier to just take a shortcut here and there, y'know? And ah, maybe I just fancied a scenic route? But you know what boys, I've learned my lesson here, so if you'd just go on and open this hatch by the nearest air vent or patch of soft diggable soil, I'll be out of your hair in no time!" Sam lifted the crate up and peered directly into Harry's narrow eyes, pushing his nose up to the bars and sniffing. The little mole chittered nervously.

"You know you're a terrible liar, right, Harry? You've gone from smelling like an abandoned garden centre to an incredibly anxious salt-lick. Spill the beans!"

Max rolled his eyes. "C'mon Sam, put that mole man back where he came from, already!" The older woman was still watching, and harrumphed to catch their attention.

"Well, I, ah, I thank you boys for coming out here on such short notice at such a ridiculous hour, but," the old curator rattled her colorful acetate necklace nervously while pointing with her other hand, "that doesn't much look like what I saw on the way to the Exhibit of Unnatural Disasters. Or sound like. Or smell like."

The sound of something clattering caught the attention of the group, who hung in pensive silence for a few moments.

"...Say, Sam? You did set the VCR to record the rest of our marathon, right?"

"It's cute when you think VCR machines are comprehensible by the sane mind, Max, but we'll be lucky if we end up with another re-run of The Curmudgeonly Connoisseur, or maybe one of those late night shopping channels viewed only by shift workers and resentful insomniacs." He ignored Max's sour little groan. "Keep an eye on this irritating little interloper, would you, Ms. M? And uh, you wouldn't mind if we borrowed this 12 volt flashlight, would you?"

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[MIND THE GAP]

Sam's stomach for adventure curdled like spilt milk on a hot sidewalk when he realised the form at the end of the corridor wasn't just a misplaced mannequin or anomalous animatronic. At the end of the trail of shattered femurs and miscellanous vertebrae was something heaving, pale and sagging, some mighty fleshy mass with very little headspace below the ceiling that had just rendered Papierwaite’s distasteful collection of display skeletons down into a less-than-satisfying midnight snack.

[Apologies for the severe jump here, there was a longer chunk involving a monster chase but it wasn’t working so I just removed the 800 word slog for now. Or I’ll just lampshade it in dialogue later. meh!]

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Sam and Max took a precious few moments to catch their breath while their now firmly stuck pursuer thrashed wildly like live fish in a wet sack, it's grim flesh wobbling blancmange-like as it tried to fling itself forward open-mouthed with cut-glass wailing, before being yanked back by the knot of cables around its neck with enough force to send it's slimy spittle flying across the room. With it's maw fully open Max could now peer into the grim chasm of their monster: behind the beak-like teeth  were multiple sets of wide, flat teeth, with a slimy tongue that would whip round and slap the walls of it's new enclosure like wet tripe stuffed in a blender.

"I Wish I had three sets of internal teeth and jaws," Max opined from a safe distance. "This show-off has enough gnashers to set the tooth fairy up for life!"

"You said it, little buddy," Sam responded as he began to admire the sheer tenacity of the beast now that the fear of a being shredded to ribbons by this mammoth mole was ebbing away. "Looking at the sheer dental capacity of this barbarous fiend, I'd say this thing has evolved to grind down the most resilient of bones and igneous rock into a friable and nutritious powder."

"Is that why this big fella's breath stinks like deep-fried landfill?"

A congealed puddle of the monster's drool was beginning to form on the linoluem floor below as it slowly wound down it's nerve-grating noisy screeches to a low-level snorting and grunting.

I'm beginning to think our dear Harry was ommitting some very important truths."

Max’s ears, fingers and toes seemed to curl inwards as a hot guff of foul breath wafted into his sinuses. "And to think that honourable and upstanding Harry Moleman was happy to lead us down the gullet of this big ugly goon. Perhaps we could omit a few of his teeth to extract some of that essential information?"

"Couldn't agree more, little buddy,  I've had just about my fill of seeing, hearing, and smelling this ugly customer. How about we go shakedown our little mis-acheiver and see what’s rattled loose?”

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Harry winced and sheilded his eyes from the sharp shaft of twelve-volt light aimed directly at his face. "I'm keeping shtum! You mooks can do your worst!"

"Don't worry ma'am, we're professionals," Sam assured the startled curator as Max shook the captive Harry. By the time he'd turn round to glance back, the frazzled hippie had slammed the office door shut and wrenched the lock tight with a noisy clatter of her plastic bead bracelets before anxiously tracking them on the CCTV as they descended down into the dark basement levels with their cage in hand towards the distant staff room.

"Oh Harry," Max tutted as he peered in, beady eyes to beady eyes. "We didn’t need the invitation!" Gleefully the lagomorph was already carting away Harry's little cell like a birthday present. "C'mon Sam! I've got an idea!"

"Can’t wait to see it, Max,” Sam replied in tone jovial enough to set the little mole man on edge, before his brow fell stern like he was suddenly channeling the wandering spirit of a 1940s private investigator. “Alright, Harry! Playtime’s over - from this moment on, you tell us everything!" Max took Sam’s snarl as the cue to shove Harry’s cage directly in the sights of the stuck beast in the maintenance corridor.

Harry shrieked and pasted himself to the back wall of his crate as the megamole lunged forward, only to be violently yanked back by the light fitting and cable tangled around it's neck as a makeshift tether. "Ooh! A hungry fella, isn't he?" Max teased as he shook the mole man's cage like an enticing box of megamole treats, prompting the trapped monster to open it's cavernous maw for another round of ear-shredding wails and teeth gnashing, and the claws scraping against ground had shredded and curled the plastic flooring like butter.

"Alright! Alright! I'll tell you everything I know, just get me AWAY from that thing!" Harry wheezed as Max finally kicked the door shut. "Geez, you lunatic! I'm about ready to go into freakin' cardiac arrest!"

"Great! Now you know share the feeling we had about fifteen minutes ago! Maybe if you had just 'fessed up in the first place instead of trying to cover your own keister we could have done this the easy way!"

"Now there's the truth if ever I heard it," Sam concurred as he busied himself with the staff vending machine. "I may appear as cool as a hydroponics-grown cucumber, but my heart still feels like it's breakdancing backwards in high heels after that close-quarters melee in the maintenance corridor." He cracked open a cold can of Spuzz and savored the foul yet refreshing sour effervescence for a few moments. "Max, although I crave sweet justice as much as the next red-blooded American, I think we've sweated this poor mole man enough. " He turned his attention to the other machine which whirred and clanked in protest before spitting out a nougat bar, while Max placed Harry's cage on the coffee-stained white table in the middle of the staff room.

Sam patted Max's head with an open hand and heard a sound akin to a gourd half-full of water being slapped with a wooden spoon. "Good job on the interrogation! Torquemada would be proud." He offered up the last chunk of chocolate-covered nougat, which quickly gummed up Max's shark-like gullet. "So what's the deal, Harry? Is this a cousin of yours? Maybe an old college buddy?" The mole man said nothing but instead rattled the closed hatch of his cage yet again, though the sight of Max's gnashing jaws only a few feet away had him second-guessing his current escape attempt.

"Oh, knock it off, Harry, you're now in the custody of the Freelance Police. We don't have any kiddy-sized handcuffs that'll fit round your sneaky little hands though, so you'll have to stay in there for now." The mole man huffed and wrinkled his pointed nose in frustration. "Oh, don't look so put-upon, lil guy! Look - Ms. Marcieski even gave you a cushion, and a PB&J!" A small floral print cushion and a cellophane-wrapped sandwich, only slightly dented from the bashing and swinging this incident entailed, were lying untouched in the corner of the cage.

"Yeah! That's a real step up from the regular knuckle sandwich we usually serve!"

"It's a house specialty, Harry. Now, you mind telling us what you're doing skulking around here in the dead of night

"Okay. Okay. So- so that is, that's a mole man, okay?"

"Well why does that one look like the mole equivalent average patron of Muscle Beach?” Max interjected as he jerked his thumb back to the rattling maintenance door, while the megamole snarled behind the tiny square window like the world’s most offputting postcard.

Sam rubbed his jaw thoughtfully as he straightened out the now empty candy wrapper. "You understand why I'm not about to stand in line to buy this particular story, right? I mean, why would you of all mole kind be sent above ground to catch -" he turned his head to glance and the toothy death-beast snarling and spitting behind the glass door like the drunks trying to claw their way onto the last train home. "This handsome brute?"

Sam couldn't tell if Harry was frowning or just squinting from the bright fluorescent light of the museum staff room. Their captive huffed through his snout and took a bite from the sandwich, his cheek now bulging with bread, peanut butter, and raspberry jelly. "Y'know pal, for apparent detectives you don't really seem that bright. You ever wonder why you've only seen what, two, three other mole people? Tops?" The wet chewing sounds were starting to make Sam nauseous.

"Not for a second, Harry. We've got better things to think about, like where our next meal is coming from," Max rattled his cage before politely being told to stop Sam’s hand smothering his face.

"Hush, bonehead," Sam muttered. "I assumed budgetary restrictions."

Harry snorted and took another bite before speaking with his mouth full. Sam did his best to resist peering into the nightmare hole of spindly mole teeth and mashed up peanut butter when he spoke again. "That'sh real funny, Sham!" He swallowed his mouthful. "Because it's not very nice for us here! There's too much oxygen, too much light, the parking is terrible, and you surface-dwellers really don't consider accessibility when it comes to town planning and overall street clutter!"

"So... What are you doing here?"

"Well, isn't it obvious?" Harry's face stretched into a rare grin. "This is how I make ends meet! Sure it's not much, but when no one else is willing to crawl any higher than the R Line, I can charge an arm and a leg to fetch oddities, deliver goods,  and-"

"And hunt down bone-crunching death machines?" Said Max, as the murder-beast behind the door bellowed and spat again like a bull stuck in a phone booth.

"Ah, shut yer yap!" Max barked as he bounced up the staff kitchenette, grabbed the TV remote and turned on the chunky cathode ray television set wedged in the corner above the door. "Maybe a bit of Hockey's Finest Hospitalizations will keep you busy." The bellowing ceased once the shreiking of Canadians on ice could be heard, and the beady little eyes of the gurning fleshbeast were undeniably focused on the image of a goaltender’s jugular spraying red like a shattered fire hydrant. "See, that's all he needed! Indiscriminate violence and gore."

Sam nodded in agreement. "Maslow truly misunderstood human nature when he proposed his Hierarchy of Needs."

Harry scratched the back of his neck nervously as he eyed the drooling monster behind the glass - in the harsh lighting he could, miserably, make out far too much detail than he was comfortable with, and this beast looked to him like excess skin thrown over a modern art piece made from eldritch bones and teeth, one that considered him to a perfect morsel of savory organs and satisfyingly crunchy bones. But for now, it drooled peacefully at the sight of a Canadian being flung like a chew toy on the TV screen. "I may have oversold my skills in this sector."

"Mhmrmwrwm!" Max declared, his jaw now locked by solid confection.

"You said it, little buddy. Looks like our little half-pint here really has bitten off more than he can chew! Not to worry, Harry, the Freelance Police will take the case! Now uh, what exactly were you planning on doing once you'd caught this calcium-craving colossus?"

"I never gave you it," Harry grumbled before accepting his lot. "I was SUPPOSED to lead it back to the nearest tunnel, yknow, for uh, like... Research. Hey, I don’t ask questions!" The more he spoke, the more he fidgeted and fiddled, his suspicious little claws crocheting empty air. "But when I saw the bleedin' size of the thing, well, I got a bit spooked, dropped my weapon and uh- well. Here we are." He scratched at one nostril and averted his eyes with a pathetic groan. "I'm gonna be honest, guys - I didn't really think this through. I guess my best move would be letting the doc know the sitch, and getting her extraction team in here to clean up this sorry mess."

"Oh, like we're going to just let you scarper Scot-free like that. Once Molish concerns crossed into the physical endagerment of one of New York City's most beloved semi-minor cultural landmark, you entered our jurisprudence. We're coming down there to sort this out. After all, it looks like leaving Mole business to the Mole people hasn't really worked out, has it?"

Max groaned - unlike Sam, his sense of justice was satiated the moment Harry looked like he was about to hit "Oh, Sam, do we have to? Mole people are gross, weird, and smell like my cousin's dank illicit greenhouse. Can't we just go back to our injurious sports marathon?"

"Oh come on, Max! I'm going to need someone to beat the stuffing out of whatever esoteric cabal is withholding pertitent information about these ravenous behemoths, and it sounds like they might be out of our weight category for a fair fight."

"When have we ever cared about a fair fight, Sam? Can’t we just feed this big ol’ mother-slugger some lit fireworks and let physics take care of the rest?"

"Well Max, while your manner of cleaning up the foul detritus of this city is as creative as it would be visually dazzling, I’d wager the stockpile of contraband pyrotechnics we siezed this July would be little more than a pre-dinner snack to this bottomless feeder. Also, we already missed the hockey segment," said Sam, watching the final Canadian pirouette and gracefully tie himself into a pretzel knot to the delight of the megamole now huffing and laughing behind the tiny glass window. "So, it's not like we've got anything better to do."

Harry spluttered indignantly, "good luck with getting anywhere near the Seven Borrows! No offense big guy, but you might have a bit of trouble fitting in, down there, if you catch my drift. And not to mention the lack of oxygen, light, and fire hydrants for you to relieve yourself behind!"

Sam narrowed his eyes at the "fire hydrant" dig. "Well, how were you going to fit Big Nelly down there? In bite-size mole chunks?"

"Through the service tunnels, you dolt!" Harry clamped his claws over his mouth and his reflective pupils swirled around anxiously. "I mean-"

"A-ha!" Sam grabbed the cage triumphantly while striding out the door, sending Harry knocking around like a teddy bear in a washing machine. "Just lead the way, Harry! I look forward to meeting your client and filling them in on your progress."

Harry grimaced in pain, shame, and plain exhaustion. "Wait! You can't go down there! It's secret! It's dark! And not to mention, once you get any deeper than 191st Street Station, you'll suffocate!"

"Well, that's never stopped us sticking our noses in unwanted place before! Besides, we've got a helping hand to get us around the physical limitations of these meat-vehicles. and I think she'll just love you!"

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"This is your helping hand? Really?" Harry gave a derisive side-eye look from inside his wire cage as they stood before a roller shutter in the early morning sun, moments before Max shook the cage like a snowglobe and gleefully watched Harry bounce around inside like a ping-pong ball.

"You will refer to her as Ms. Gugenheek, you will be polite and corteous, and you will chew with your mouth closed!" he stated as he peered down patronisingly between the bars.

"Well, could you at least let me out of this crate? I'm pretty sure this constitutes "cruel and unusual", even by your rock-bottom standards!" Max shook him again, just for fun, and Harry made a satisfying noise similar to a squeaky toy falling down the “up” escalator.

"And have you burrowing away like the felonious little fuzzball you are? Methinks not!" Max exclaimed as he poked an accusatory finger at him.

Sam let Max continue his good-natured baiting of their Molish captive while he pressed the buzzer on the intercom. "Mornin' Darla! It's us!" No response. He buzzed again. "Darla! It's Sam and Max! We've got something to show you! You'll never believe it!" Again, silence. He sighed, glanced back to Max and the cage, "Two ticks," before striding down the dim alley to the right and crouching in front of a low window. "Hey! GEEK!" he bellowe and heard a sudden panicked fumbling and clattering in the darkness below. He looked up, proudly. "Just give her a second." Finnaly, the roller shutter rattled and rose to reveal a staircase vanishing down into darkness. "Ah, she's not up yet." Sam explained quietly, before bellowing down into the darkness again. "Just lemme know when you're decent, sweetie! We got a guest!" He nodded in reponse to the belligerent groan below as they descended.

"Yeah not bad, guys, just gimme a few minutes to- woah hold the phone excuse me what is THAT?" Darla blurted out in half-awake confusion as she pointed dramatically at the grumpy little captive in a pet crate.

"Oh, this little creeper? It's a mole man!" Max exclaimed excitedly, holding up the crate to show off the panicked and indignant critter inside. "He's harmless! Look at his little waistcoat, and omni-directional fur!"

"I have a name, y'know!" Harry hissed angrily.

Darla stepped back again. "And he speaks, too?"

"Yeah, lady! And I'm ready to give your pals here a real earful!" Max rattled his cage as a reminder and Harry was sent bouncing up and down again like baby’s rattle. " Ugh! Jeez! I mean. Yes," he grumbled bitterly, "Ms. Gugenheek. Me speak. Me speak English real good, as well as some basic Spanish, a few words of Dutch and enough Middle Molish to get me through high school."

("Drop the attitude," Max growled into his cage.)

"Sorry," Darla said, in one of the few apologies ever given to Harry as she topped up Sam's coffee. "I've just never heard of Mole people speaking before."

"Maybe they just didn't have anything worth saying?" Max offered helpfully, earning another ticked-off "hey!" from their ward.

"Say, Geek, do you know happen to know anything about Mole People?" Darla frowned for a moment and took a sip of jet-black coffee.

"The topsoil variety, core-dwellers, or just urban myths thereof?" Harry shrieked in surprise, leaping to his feet and sending the floral cushion flying.

"What! Where did you hear about those?" Harry squawked. Darla shrugged and sipped from her mug.

"Internet discussion forums. Crusty old half-abandoned message boards. The David Icke Internet Discussion Forum. The majority is unsubstatiated bunkum but your response is making me think: maybe it's not all brain-liquifying keysmashed nonsense." Another glug of coffee and Darla could feel her brain crackling awake again like popcorn in a microwave. "So, what's the cause celebre for all this? Or did you just wanna show off your new pet?" Harry shook his bars again.

"Well, thanks to this little blighter we almost lost an extremity or three to his bigger and badder sibling. And he's not being too forthcoming about the deets-" Harry screeched again.

"I already told you everything I know! Will you jerks just let me go already?! I promise I won't bolt!"

Max ignored him. "So we figured let's just cut out the middle man and go straight to the source! The earthy, dirty, garbage-filled source. Say, Geek, you wouldn't happen to have any equipment suitable for, ooh I dunno, making the journey through a low-oxygen, low light environment miles below the earth's surface a smidge more tolerable?"

Sam nodded in agreement. “Yeah, anything that’d block out the stench of mole man sweat and sewer gas would be sorely appreciated in our investigation.

"Now that you mention it, guys..." Darla trailed off as she paced around her workbench and began digging through overflowing drawers. "Since my talks with the climate change summit fell through after Prime Minister Macieski's punch-up with our Secretary of State, I figured I should start working on a fall-back for when our major cities are inveitably clogged with car fumes, and our atmosphere so dense with pollution that not even the harsh unyielding glare of our nearest star can penetrate it. Considering the lacklustre pace of global co-operation, this seemed like the next-best option."

"Neat, Geek! You always were a step ahead. And that Macieski has a solid right hook, I don't fault the Secretary for her actions - that suplex was in self-defense."

Sam gave an appreciative sigh as he cradled his hot, sludgy morning coffee, "Makes you proud to be an American, doesn't it, Max?"

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On the next time on Sam and Max, Untitled Mole Adventure #1: Sam and Max descend into the Seven Burrows and discover their reputation precedes them, before suffering the mystical art of wormhole-mediated Molish travel, and then experiencing ego death for the first time - together !

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Favorite Crime: Chapter 1

It had only been a week, one week away from Jericho with her parents, who traveled all over the world, but Jane Kinbott could not wait to come back home. She loved and missed her parents, of course, but she had found herself a real home here with her aunt Val, and her best friend, Lillith. She knew Lillith was going to be happy to see her at her job at the Weathervane. She was going to surprise her, and they were going to chat and gossip. If you never lived in Jericho, then you wouldn’t believe what drama goes down in just a few days. She got into the taxi she called for after she got off the train and went over all the photographs that she took on her camera, the sights of France were beautiful, she had never been to Paris before, so to experience being there in person was something she could excitingly cross off her bucket list. She must’ve been looking at the images longer that she thought, because the taxi stopped and suddenly, she was at the Weathervane. She paid the taxi driver the money and entered the sweet little café. As she got in the building, she was met with the smell of coffee beans, vanilla and chocolate chip muffins, a sweet scent that Jane had always adored about her favorite spot in all of Jericho. As Jane walked up to the register, she saw no one was there, in fact hardly anyone was in the café, only a red headed woman she’s seen around before. The woman was drinking her coffee, and casually reading a book. Jane waited in the front for a minute or two, and still no one came to the front, she looked down at the counter, saw the silver bell and a thought popped into her head.

In the back of the shop was Tyler Galpin, a tall, and lanky boy trying to perfect the art of the foam latte but was distracted by an argument playing out in his head that happened earlier with his dad. He had just gotten back from boot camp not even three days ago when his dad pushed a job onto him, a freaking barista of all things, like how was this going to “make him a better man,” he was lost in his thoughts when all of a sudden,

DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!!!

He jumped, then huffed and sighed with annoyance, whoever this customer was really loved to ding that bell, especially since they wouldn’t stop. The boy dropped the annoyed look and put on his best fake smile as he walked to the front, ready to attend to the annoying bell person. He looked to see a short girl around his age with a brown plaid dress, chunky gold jewelry, a brown beret, a suitcase, and a camera around her neck. She looked to be in shock like she wasn’t expecting him to be there.

“Sorry about the wait! What can I get you?” He leaned in, as he folded his arms on the counter. Jane gulped, and it felt like all eyes were on her even though there weren’t many people there, a few came in as she stood and waited, but Tyler wasn’t supposed to be here, she was supposed to ring the bell and her best friend was supposed to drag herself out and her mood would change, and they’d bounce up and down together and-

“Hello? Miss?” He chuckled nervously when Jane breaks free from her thoughts and meets his gaze of green eyes.

“Oh, sorry. I was just- I was trying to remember everything I needed to order!” She skillfully lied. “But um… is Lilli here?” Her gaze scanned the area, as she tried to find something else to focus on to take away from this god-awful experience.

“Nope, she’s taking a day off today. It’s just me.” He forced a smile.

“Oh, okay. My bad. Can I get an iced mocha latte with 2 pumps of chocolate syrup in it?” Tyler blinks and there’s a beat of silence as he grabs something. He lifted up a bottle of Hershey’s chocolate syrup.

 “...This?” Not something he had seen often, but it could be done. Jane looked like she wanted to curl into a ball.

“Oh! Haha geez I meant vanilla syrup. Like the flavoring!” She scrambled the last of her words out, wanting to smack herself upside the head.

 “Oh. Alrighty. And what size…did you want that?” Doing his best, he smiled again, softer this time, in hopes of alleviating the pain this was. She gave a helpless looking grin back. Could it get any worse?

“Large is fine. That’s it.”

He turned around, getting to work on her drink. Oh god. Are you fucking kidding me? What was that shit? Jane went to school with Tyler, and they had shared a few classes. He sat behind her in math class, where she daydreamed about him just reaching forward and playing with her hair, and he sat next to her in history. They had English together too, but he was across the room. Seeing him here after having disappeared for a while caught her off guard and it threw her out of her rhythm at the Weathervane. His agitation gradually went away as he got to work on the drink, and soon enough it was done.

“Hereee ya go.” He pressed a few buttons on the screen at the register. “It’s $7.01.” Tyler offered a plain smile. Jane fought off making a face. Geez. Lilli must’ve usually given me a discount every time. Damn. She braved a brief grin and paid for the drink. With a quick thanks, she scurried off with her latte and almost ran out the door. The bells on the door jingled again as she left. Tyler let out a little laugh, weird, he thought.

Jane could’ve smacked herself, great now he thinks I’m weird, ugh. She was going to have a good talk with Lilli later, she then walked straight to the building which had her aunt’s office since it was right there. She opened the doors to the building and smiled at the receptionist.

“Hey, you! How was your vacation?”

“It was great Dolores! I got to see the Eiffel Tower and how it lit up at night, I have pictures of it, I can show you them once they’re all printed out!” The youngest Kinbott said excitedly.

“I’m glad you had fun,” she gave Jane a smile, “I’ll call your aunt for you.” Jane thanked her and then walked to the waiting area and sat down, she looked at the magazines that were on the little table in front of her. Welp, nothing new. She saw a magazine talking about different celebrities, (who she didn’t even know) and settled for it, just until her aunt came down.

Jane perked her head up at the sound of clacking heels, she knew exactly whose those belonged to. She stood up with a bright smile and ran to give Valerie a hug. The woman wasn’t expecting it, and almost toppled over, “Oof, woah slow down!” She said with a laugh as she hugged her niece tighter.

“A week feels like a thousand years!” The younger girl dramatically claimed with a huge sigh, “Don’t get me wrong, I loved Paris, but I kind of spent my time alone, mom and dad were busy with phone calls again.” Valerie gave the girl a sympathetic smile as she released her hug.

“Well at least you’re home now.”

The two Kinbotts left the office and drove straight to their house, it was getting dark out now, nothing but streetlights on and a barely lit up sky. The drive was filled with light chatter and whatever pop song the radio was playing at the moment, pretty soon they were in front of the house. When they got out of the car, Jane went to the trunk to get her suitcase, her aunt not too far behind her.

“I was thinking about getting takeout tonight, any special request?” Valerie asked the younger girl. Jane had been craving Chinese food for the last week, with her parents barely with her when they said it was their vacation, she just got whatever food their hotel could provide.

“I would die for a Pizza Roll and some Lo Mein right now.” The woman laughed at her response.

“Chinese food it is!” They both entered the house and went in opposite directions. Val went to go get the phone to order the food, while Jane went to room. She put her suitcase and camera on her bed and grabbed the telephone she had on her bedside table. She put in the number she had wanted to call all day. She decided to put some of her clothes away while keeping the phone between her ear and her shoulder, it was ringing.

Before Lillith could even say ‘hi’, a voice boomed loudly in her ear. “I thought you worked on Mondays, BITCH!” She winced, and before she could even speak, the voice boomed loudly again, “AND YOU DIDN’T EVEN TELL ME TYLER WORKED THERE? OR THAT HE WAS BACK?”

“Ok, first of all ow, second of all, weren’t you supposed to get back tomorrow?” She laid back on her bed, scrolling through Instagram, her nails finally dried from the black polish she put on before Jane was on the speaker phone.

“I was trying to surprise you, and since when is a large coffee $7?”

“Well, since always Jane, I just give you my discount.” Lilli hears a sigh over the phone, “You better come back tomorrow though, I’m going to be stuck there for 8 hours, and to top it off, I have to spend all of my shift with Tyler, It’s agony.”

“Fine, but I’m going to need that discount again, I’m not paying $7 every single time for a freaking large coffee.”

“Deal.” 

               The girls talked for a bit longer before Val called Jane for dinner. They sat at their kitchen table passing around the correct food to each other. It was quiet for a moment before Val cleared her throat.

               “So, I don’t usually talk about my patients with you, or anyone for that matter, but I do have an important request for you.”

               “Ok, I’m intrigued.” Jane said slowly. Val looked down, sighed for a bit and raised her eyes back towards her niece.

               “I have a new patient, and let’s say theoretically, he recently came back to Jericho from a boot camp thing, and he seems pretty lonely, maybe needs a friend.”

               “Are you talking about Tyler Galpin?” Janes face paled a bit, hoping she was talking about some other person with the same story.

               “I don’t want to outright say his name but in theory, yes.”

               “I don’t think he needs friends Aunt Val, he has quite a few at school. How do you think he got in that mess.” Jane said, as she quickly went to stuff her face with the Lo Mein. Val shook her head, her eyes filled with sorrow.

               “Please, just try. He could use a good one like you, and maybe Lillith.” At that sentence Jane cracked up, and almost choked on her food. She grabbed the glass of water next to her and had some to push some of the food down.

               “Lilli would rather make out with the mayor than be Tyler’s friend.”

               “I just think he needs better influences, he’s not a bad kid Jane.” She looked at her aunts’ eyes, those stupid puppy dog eyes that could convince anyone, after a bit of a stare down, she gave in.

               “I’ll see what I can do.”

Hi! This is my first fic, and I'm excited to finally tell it after creating it for a few months.

creds to: @mellomak22-blog for helping me write some of it!

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Put a Ring on It

A/N: I started it with the intention of writing a thirst post but it ended up being 1.7k of pure fluff lmao

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x reader

Description: Miya Atsumu had a thing for wearing rings.

Word count: 1772

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Miya Atsumu had a thing for wearing rings.

Maybe it was how he thought that they made his hands looked bigger, or how the accents never failed to draw even more attention to his slender fingers. Likely, it was just the way how most teenage boys went through a phase of wanting to look stylish and edgy without really bothering to look into having an actual style of their own, resulting in him halting a baggy t-shirt, cargo pants and an unnecessary amount of rings as the peak of men’s fashion. You had your own thoughts on how he was so determined to slip a ring or two into whatever he was wearing whenever he was out of his uniform. You made fun of his sense of fashion none stop, pointing to his bleached hair that has faded from the gold it was supposed to be into a sharp yellow and cheap chunky jewelry as the main culprit.

“You look like a delinquent who smokes cheap cigarettes in parks after school.”

You sniggered when he let out an offended ‘huh’. His chunky silver rings that had obnoxiously prominent carvings on the side brushed dug into the gap between your fingers as he squeezed your hand tighter when he snapped towards your direction. Your free hand, the one that wasn’t in a lock hold by his ring clad one, reached out to brush away his side-swooped bangs. His hair was fried from the boxed bleach he used regularly but as a side perk, the dryness did add to the volume of his hair.

He stood there still as you carefully pushed his hair back, his upper body leaning towards your direction just a little so you didn’t have to struggle to reach him despite his initial protests. You were messing with his hair and he was looking at you, only at you, with his fingers still linked with yours even though you always complained about his rings making it hard for you to hold his hand.

You finally pulled back and your gaze dropped from his bangs to his eyes. Your heart skipped a beat when you met his eyes and they were full of you.

You cursed your weak heart for its sudden moment of swooning when he stood back up straight and his ring scratched against the inside of your finger.

You sighed, “You are so lucky you have a nice face so that people will be too caught up to notice how you dressed.”

Atsumu pretended he couldn’t hear the second half of the sentence and decided to focus on how you said he had a nice face instead.

But then you graduated from high school and he slowly started dressing less like a disastrous teenage boy and more like a proper adult. That athlete money did him well and he was finally able to dress the way he wanted to dress without having to turn into a questionable direction because of monetary limits. The baggy pants were gone from his closet, replaced with pants that actually fit his body and elevate things instead of holding back the visual upper hand he was supposed to have because of his physiques. He finally stopped bleaching his own hair after your many years of nagging but you nearly lost your composure when he showed up in front of your door to pick you up with his new hair for the first time.

“I got the stylist to trim my bangs for me,” he said as he ran his hand through the curl sitting at the side of his forehead and you gulped when you realised that his hair was soft enough for fingers to go through them with ease now, “I’m still trying to get used to not having things over my eye.”

“Oh?” you replied, your voice breathy as you tried to calm down your sea of thoughts at the sight of your boyfriend’s new look. 

You were aware that he was good looking, but everything that he was not born with used to be questionable so it balanced things out. Now he was wearing tight-fitted jeans that made his legs look even more toned as if it was even possible, with a white t-shirt that was tugged in loosely. He had a blazer on too, probably because you made him take you somewhere nice in celebration of his first VLeague cheque, but at this point you were almost certain he had that thing on just to drive you insane. 

And his hair, his god damn windswept fluffy no longer bright yellow hair.

“Do you think I should grow it longer?” he asked as he rubbed the tip of his bangs between the pads of his finger. The silver that sat at the bottom of his digits contrasted starkly with the pale gold and it finally dawned upon you that he stopped wearing the cheap rings you used to make fun of him for a while ago. 

Oh dear, now he was actually hot.

“No,” you blurted out, “it looks nicer this way.”

"You think so?” he asked as you forced your legs to move past your door before shutting it behind your back firmly. You had to force yourself to go out before the urge to make him come in could win, or else you would most certainly end up doing things that would make you miss your reservation.

And you had been excited to leech off of his athlete money.

“Yes, yes I do think so,” you said as you grabbed his hand to pull him along with you. 

You groaned in satisfaction when you realised his new rings did not stop you from sliding your fingers between his like the old ones did.

You started having fewer objections towards his choice of accessaries after his general fashion sense shifted for the better. You even started liking the rings after a while, crediting it to him opting for designs with more simplicity. You liked the way the metal was already warm from his heat when he put his hand on your thigh out of nowhere because he was bored, or when he was at the driver’s seat and the pad of his finger drummed against your skin steadily as he waited for the lights to change. The warmth of his hand always brought you security and he was well aware that nothing called your attention to him like it did. You were not even sure if he was aware, but he had a habit of toying with his rings whenever you were neglecting him because you had your attention on something else. The band he was playing with always ended up off his finger and up yours when you were least expecting it, the feeling of his calloused finger holding your hand as he slid it down always managed to call your gaze back to him.

‘What a child,’ you chuckled to yourself when he looked at you innocently like he could not be having any hidden thoughts, his hand still holding onto yours as he held the ring that was too large for your finger from falling down.

So being the child he was, who always couldn’t fathom the thought of letting you leave his side and was equally eager to let the world know he wasn’t leaving yours, it did not surprise you at all when you were tidying up your drawers one day to find a velvet box tugged all the way back into his sock drawer.

You had a feeling it was exactly what you thought it was, and you laughed at the image of him trying to find somewhere to hide it in the house while you were not around.

Of course, leave it up to Miya Atsumu to hide a ring at the back of his sock drawer because he thought it was the one place you wouldn’t look into unless you were left with no choice.

You giggled to yourself and closed the drawer, letting the box stayed right where it was.

You weren’t looking. You wanted to, but you weren’t. Because you knew he would whine to no end if you didn’t look as surprised as he wanted you to be when he finally showed it to you for real.

He still had no clue that you already knew it was coming when he got down on one knee and took the box out of his pocket with shaky hands. He cried when you said yes and you cried when he started crying, even though you had already rehearsed in your head for a million times on how you would say yes ever since you saw the velvet box inside of his sock drawer. 

He was still sobbing when he realised he needed to get up from the ground, wiping his tears away on the sleeve of his very expensive blazer before clumsily taking the ring out of the box to put it on your finger. Miya Atsumu was an ugly crier through and through and you finally admitted to yourself that you were a whipped fool when you still wanted to kiss his stupid face even though his eyes were swollen and he missed your finger a few times before finally getting the ring in.

“Now we match,” he said with a hiccup, laughing but sounding like he was about to break down into another round of tears as soon as the chuckle left his mouth, “you can’t make fun of my rings anymore.”

He was so dumb, and you felt like crying again when he took out an identical ring from his pocket and put it on his own hand. Who the hell does that? You wanted to laugh at him but you couldn’t, because you knew you would start sobbing again if you do that.

“You’re an idiot,” you said, grabbing his hand to steady him because he was shaking and you were sure he might just drop the ring if he kept fidgeting.

He sniffled, grinning ear to ear through his tears when he saw the ring that sat on your finger.

“So?” he said, happily holding your hand in his to look at how perfectly it fits, the rings and your hands, “You can’t get rid of me now, I got the ring to prove it.”

You huffed, but couldn’t stop yourself from smiling when he rubbed his fingers along his engagement ring like he was making sure that it was still there.

You decided that it would be your favourite ring of his until you get to put the wedding band onto his finger yourself.

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omg thanks for understanding! I feel bad because I want to support everyone’s work but sometimes I can’t read it :/ but if you’re taking requests, what about Hotch accidentally walking in on Spencer talking to Penelope about his crush on Hotch?

“I know something you don’t know!”

“Statistically unlikely,” Spencer says, his voice thick from the early morning and the copious sugar in his coffee. “But it’s possible.”

Penelope, a shock of pink on an overall beige day at work, bounces on her toes. Her chunky jewelry clinks and clatters as she jumps around. If his brain wasn’t still sleep-addled, it would be too much for him, but he’s been up all night and his coffee hadn’t kicked in yet and he wasn’t prepared for a conversation so early in the morning. Right now, his senses are coasting on him barely being able to process the stimuli. The sun is barely even up. He has to summon a lot of energy to even make his mouth move.

“What do you know?”

“It’s a secret!”

He sighs. “Garcia, it’s 7:30 and you’re going a million miles an hour. Can you just tell me?”

She stops bouncing, arms dropping to her sides. Something like a scowl, an over-exaggerated imitation of Hotch, settles on her face. “Reid, that’s no fun.”

“Why does it have to be fun?”

“Because I love fun! Everyone knows this—it’s one of my best and most obvious features. Now ask me!”

“Ask you what?”

Penelope lets out a loud, put-upon sigh. “You’re killin’ me, whizz kid.”

“You’re killing me!”

“I would never.”

“What’s the secret?!”

“It’s your secret.” Her eyes flash and her smile turns devilish. “I know who you have a crush on!”

Spencer stops cold. “Garcia, I’m twenty-four. I-I don’t have a crush. I don’t have crushes. I haven’t had crushes since I was thirteen. No adult has crushes—”

“You absolutely have a crush. You’re stuttering, you’re doing that hand thing—” Spencer stuffs his hands in his pockets to stop himself from wringing them. “Uh huh. I’m not a profiler, but I know the signs! You have a crush.”

“So?” His voice cracks so loud he winces. “Listen, it… most adults spend a minimum of 1,680 hours in the office per year.” Penelope scoffs. “Exactly. So there’s not really anyone else for us. It’s very normal to be attracted to people you spend so much of your time with! There was a study in 1968 where college students were shown photos of faces, and some photos were shown up to twenty-five times while others were only shown once or twice, and the most liked faces were those that had been seen more. Prolonged exposure leads to increased attraction, so it’s normal that someone like Hotch would be—”

“You have a crush on Hotch?!”

Spencer throws his arms up. He probably won’t need a second cup of coffee, because he could run a marathon—as long as he is running in the complete opposite direction of this conversation. “Everyone has a crush on Hotch! It’s simple psychology! People are attracted to authority; in evolutionary terms, a person in a position of power is seen as someone with resources and abilities that will create viable offspring—” Garcia’s eyes go wide and Spencer feels like he’s dying. His face is so hot, sweat is beading on his upper lip. “Not that—I’m not saying that, I’m saying that’s where it comes from. It’s an instinctual attraction.”

“Spencer—”

“Plus, plus, I mean, he’s also… I mean, as a person, he’s…” The words are stuck behind his teeth and under his tongue. This is the first time he’s ever said any of this out loud, and these feelings have been rattling around in his head for so long it’s strange to let them out. “There’s obviously more dimension to him than just as an authority figure. He’s intelligent, he’s compassionate, he’s passionate… the intensity created in a work situation can mirror the intensity we experience in sexual relationships, so… oh, God—”

“Reid!” Penelope hisses. She grabs his arm, her fingernails sharp like talons, and stops his train wreck of thought.

“Everyone has a crush on me?” Hotch asks, his eyebrows almost at his hairline. Briefcase in hand, obviously having just walked in, Spencer can’t tell if he’s horrified or amused or concerned or any combination of those because Spencer cannot look at him. Spencer is five seconds away from curling up on the floor and transforming into a pile of confetti, with “IDIOT” inscribed on every shred of paper. Penelope seems to be five seconds away from hyperventilating. “I think that’s a little generous.”

“Hotch, I am so sorry—”

He holds up a hand. Spencer nearly swallows his tongue. Penelope’s nails just might draw blood.

“I’m very flattered,” Hotch says softly. “In the future, there are more appropriate places to have conversations such as these—as I have already told you several times, Garcia.”

“Sorry,” she squeaks.

“In the meantime, everyone will be here shortly; we’re being called in to Oregon for a series of missing children cases.” They lock eyes. As always, it sucks the air right out of his lungs. “If you feel comfortable, Reid, we can discuss this more once we return home.”

“Uh… yeah. Yeah.”

Hotch smiles. It’s small, but the hint of a dimple on his cheek and the crinkling at the corners of his eyes spell out genuine… something. Something genuine. Spencer refuses to let hope bubble up in his chest, just like he refuses every time they brush fingers or shoulders or Hotch looks at him for too long, or when he notices Hotch listening intently to his rambling or laughing at his obscure jokes. He squashes it down every time Hotch shows how much he cares—more than any boss would—and, yes, every time Hotch shows exactly how capable he is, in the field and at containing and responding to all Spencer’s chaos and fragility… that’s just who Hotch is. Everyone has a crush on Hotch because he does that for everyone. Spencer refuses to foster hope—but hope settles in him.

Hotch smiles at him, and then he walks away.

“What just happened?” Spencer asks.

“I think I just got you laid.”