#my coworker walked in for lunch one day and sat next to me and said

[hayleythesugarbowl]

trevor evarts x smosh cast member! reader PLEASEEE

Am I The Crush? || Trevor Evarts x reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • smosh masterlist ⋆˚｡⋆୨୧⋆

summary: when trevor joined smosh, you quickly became friends, helping him settle in—and secretly crushing on him. then some interesting things are revealed in a reddit stories video.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: mild swearing

a/n: happy to give you the trevor content you deserve 🫡 this takes place shortly after trevor joined smosh. reader is relatively close to trevor’s age. fem!reader. enjoy darling!!

<— another trevor fic • trevor hcs —>

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     “So, what’s up with you and Trevor?” 

     Your eyes snapped up in shock, looking at Angela’s expectant face across from you.

     “What’s up? Nothing!” you said quickly.

     You sat across from her and Arasha at a table, quickly eating your lunch before your next shoot. She raised her eyebrow at you and you just took a bite of your sandwich, avoiding her gaze.

     “It’s just you guys are, like, always together,” she prompted, looking to Arasha for help. 

     “You do spend a lot of time with each other,” Arasha chimed in. 

     “We’re friends,” you told them both. “That’s all.”

     The truth was, you kind of wished that wasn’t all.

     Trevor had just joined the Smosh cast no more than a month ago. You, having been a cast member for years now, had taken it upon yourself to help him get acclimated and feel comfortable there, befriending him immediately. 

     Which you did out of the kindness of your heart and definitely not because Trevor was insanely cute and also happened to be the closest cast member to your age.

     You quickly became close friends, confiding in each other, hanging out at work, talking for hours on end. You really enjoyed his presence and you couldn’t imagine Smosh without him now.

      And the more you had spent time with him, the more you realized that you had feelings for him. Some days you thought maybe. Maybe he might feel the same way.  And then then other days you thought you were delusional and you should stop crushing on your friend and coworker. 

     You were brought out of these thoughts by Angela’s voice.

     “Yeah okay, and Shayne and Courtney are ‘just friends’,” she said sarcastically.

     “That’s nothing like this,” you assured her. “There’s nothing going on between me and Trevor.”

     “What about Trevor?” 

     You spun around to find Trevor himself walking up behind you. 

     “Nothing! We weren’t talking about you!” Angela blurted out.

     “What she means,” Arasha shot Angela a look, covering for her obviousness. “Is that we were just talking about how you and (Y/n) have that Reddit stories video to film later today.”

     “She’s so good at it,” Angela whispered to herself, shaking her head at Arasha’s easy lie. 

     You ignored her and turned back to Trevor. 

     “Oh yeah,” Trevor shot a quick glance at you. “It should be an interesting one.”

     “Do you know what the theme is?” You asked him. “They didn’t tell me.”

     Trevor ran a hand along the back of his neck. “I’m not sure. Something about romance?”

     “Safe bet,” you nodded. “How was Two Truths One Lie?”

     “Wet,” he announced, gesturing to his shirt. “Shayne sucks.”

     You giggled.

     “So,” Trevor started. “Are we still on for coffee after work?”

     Across from you, Arasha raised an eyebrow and Angela grabbed Arasha’s arm. You shot them a look before your gaze returned to Trevor.

     “Why, are you trying to cancel?” You asked.

     He put a hand in his heart. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Boy Scout’s honor.”

     “You were a Boy Scout?” Angela asked in disbelief.

     “No, it just sounds cool,” he shrugged. “Well, I’ll catch you guys later. (Y/n), you still owe me an ice cream.”

     “And you owe me a pineapple.”

     “I thought that was just cause you loved me,” Trevor pouted.  

     “It was. And now I want my pineapple back,” you teased.

     “I love you,” Trevor tried, batting his eyelashes at you.

     “Let’s call it a wash,” you agreed, mostly because you were too flustered by him saying he loved you to come up with anything else.

     Angela coughed into her hand.

     “Right, I’ll see you.” Trevor made a small waving motion, before continuing on the other way.

     There was silence between you, Angela, and Arasha for a moment.

     “A pineapple?” Arasha asked finally.

     “It’s a long story,” you told her.

     They both looked at you.

     “Okay, so maybe I like Trevor a little bit,” you whispered. 

     “Good, because he definitely likes you,” Arasha said. 

     “What?” You felt your face warm. “How can you tell?”

     “How can you not tell!” Angela interjected. “Were you not just here for that? Who owes someone a pineapple?”

     “She’s right.” Arasha nodded. “He obviously cares about you a lot. He’s making plans outside of work. There’s always the inside jokes. He feels comfortable around you but was clearly nervous about something.”

     “You got all of that out of one interaction?” You looked at her in disbelief.

     She shrugged, taking a sip of her drink.

     You pondered what your friend had said. You couldn’t deny that you hoped what she deduced was true. Did Trevor feel the same way about you as you did about him?

     No. You shook off the delusion. This was Trevor, your friend, who definitely didn’t have feelings for you. 

      “Well, it doesn’t matter, because I’m not going to do anything about it,” you decided. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship if he doesn’t like me back—which I still strongly suspect, by the way.”

     “Hey, do whatever you want,” Arasha put her hands up. “Again, it’s your decision.”          

     “I’ll tell him,” Angela said suddenly, shrugging.

     “You most certainly will not,” you warned her, slapping her hand. 

     “Don’t worry, I’ll be subtle!” She teased, waggling her eyebrows. 

     “Angela, I love you, but you’re about as subtle as a sledgehammer,” Arasha patted her shoulder. 

     “Hey!” Angela shouted, looking around in outrage. “I can be subtle!”

     Your mind wandered as they argued, thinking about Trevor.

     You still didn’t believe them that Trevor had a crush on you, but the more you thought about, it the more you pictured what it would be like to be dating Trevor. Sharing jackets, holding hands at work, forehead kisses after a long day, going on coffee shop dates that were actual dates.     

      “(Y/n),” hearing your name, you looked up, your fantasy ending abruptly. “Tell Arasha I’m subtle.”

     You smiled at you friend. “Like a bull in a china shop.”

     ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

    “You ready for this?” 

     You approached Trevor, smiling at him as you walked towards the set a few hours later. 

     “You say that like we’re going to war,” he said. “I’ve been in these videos before.”

     “Sure, but not since you’ve officially been Smosh cast. You don't know about the rituals—it’s pretty hardcore,” you teased. 

     “Hold my hand?” Trevor joked back, and your heart fluttered, if only for a second.

     “The horrors you’ll face are that which even I can’t protect you from,” you said in a dramatic voice.

     “Well in that case, I’ll hold Shayne’s hand.”

     “Sorry man, I’m taken,” Shayne said, overhearing as you walked towards the couch across from him.

     “You’re much cuter than him anyway,” Trevor stage-whispered as he sat down next to you.

     Your stomach flipped. It was times like these when you could almost imagine that he returned your feelings. You shook the thought from your mind, trying not to read too much into it.

     You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the shoot and pushing thoughts of Trevor out of your mind. 

     You heard the director call rolling and then action. Shayne began the intro.

     “What’s up guys, we’re back with yet another Reddit stories video,” he said. “I’m here with (Y/n)—”

     You waved at the camera. 

     “—and Trevor, who just kind of walked in here, so apparently he’s in this video.”

     “Hey!” Trevor objected. A couple people off camera laughed at Shayne’s joke.

     “Today we’re going to be looking at some stories about crushes.”

     Great, you thought. Just what you needed right now. 

     “So, I think we should just jump into these. We have some interesting ones here, so let’s get into it,” Shayne said, looking at you and Trevor.

    “I’m ready,” you said.

    “Let’s freaking go,” Trevor agreed. 

     “Alright, so this first one says: Am I the asshole for leaving my fiancé after I met an attractive celebrity at a party?”

     “Starting off strong,” you said.

     …

     And that’s how the rest of the episode went. Shayne reading stories about people who sabotaged others because of their crushes or changed themselves completely or simply liked people they shouldn’t.

     You almost forgot about your crush on Trevor as you listened to the stories and provided your commentary.

     Almost.

     Hearing his responses to everything just made you remember why you had feelings for him in the first place. You were reminded of how kind and funny and thoughtful and wise he was. And it took all of you to not reach over to the other side of the couch and touch him.

     Not that this was exactly new.

     “Alright,” Shayne said, after a particularly insane story. “That was pretty wild.”

     “I know,” Trevor agreed. “Hiring sharks is crazy.”

     “I mean, I see where he’s coming from,” you joked and they both looked at you before you all started laughing.

     “Moving on,” Shayne said. “To our last story.”

     Trevor shifted in his seat next to you. You looked at Shayne expectantly, but Shayne was watching Trevor. He looked away quickly, beginning to read. 

     “So this one says: Am I the asshole for not asking a girl out, even though I really like her?” 

     “Story of my life, am I right?” Trevor held his hand up for a high five, and you returned it weakly. What other girls was he referring to?

      “I can’t relate,” you joked, “I ask people out.”

     Well, you know, except for Trevor.

     Trevor looked uncomfortable just then and you furrowed your brow. But then the moment passed and it was as if you imagined it.

     “So,” Shayne began again. “This person continues: So for some context, I just started working at a new company. I really enjoy my job there, especially because there’s this girl that I’ve been crushing on ever since I started my job. She had already been working at the company for years, and after I started working there we became friends. She was really nice to me and helped me feel comfortable there. And I quickly started to really like her.”

      “Pretty standard so far,” Shayne interrupted himself. “One of the tamer ones.”

     But you were barely listening to him. Something about this story seemed oddly familiar, but you didn’t dare hope.

     “However,” Shayne went on. “I haven’t asked this girl out. We’ve been friends for a month now, and I really want to, but I keep chickening out. I don’t want to ruin our friendship or work relationship if she doesn’t like me back. She’s way out of my league, and I’m scared she’ll say no. And I feel like the asshole because she deserves to know how I feel and that I think she’s the prettiest, funniest, sweetest, most talented person I know—even if she does still owe me a mint chocolate chip on a waffle cone.”

     Your eyes snapped up. Your heart had started beating faster and faster as this story had started to sound more and more like one you knew well. 

     But now your gaze immediately shot to Trevor who was watching you with an expression like nerves and hope.

     “So,” he swallowed. “What do you think? Am I the asshole?”

     You couldn’t believe this. Trevor had feelings for you. And if this really was his story, you had basically been living the same experience for the past month. 

     You shook your head, your voice coming out breathy. You felt out of breath, even though you hadn’t even left the couch. “No. No you’re not the asshole.”

     Trevor breathed out. “Phew. I was afraid between this and the pineapple thing, you’d think I was some kind of mega-asshole.”

     “Only if you don’t ask me out right now,” you said, taking in a breath and smiling up at him.

     “(Y/n) (Y/l/n), will you go out with me this Saturday, and buy me ice cream?” Trevor asked. 

     “Gold digger,” you rolled your eyes at him, but you couldn’t have been happier. 

     “Fine,” he said, eyes sparkling. “Will you go out with me if I buy you ice cream.”

     “That’s more like it,” you teased. “And yes, yes I will.”

     “She said yes!” Trevor mock-whispered to Shayne.

     “Nice dude, she likes you back,” he said, continuing the bit. You’d almost forgot that Shayne—or anyone else—was there. In your mind, it was just you and Trevor.

     “A lot,” you said, grabbing Trevor’s hand. “She likes you a lot.”

     Trevor beamed at you. 

     “Yeah she does!” Angela called from where she and Arasha were sitting off-set. You hadn’t even known they were watching. “Who’s subtle now?”

     “Should I say ‘I told you so’ now, or do you want it in written form?” Arasha said.

     “Shut up,” you yelled at them, but it was without any conviction. You were too happy to be bothered by their antics.

     “So, it appears we have an update,” Shayne ad-libbed. “Looks like OP is actually not as big of a chicken as we originally thought. And it looks like this girl he talked about must’ve settled.”

     As everyone laughed, you looked at Trevor, grinning. You couldn’t wait for your date—and not just because of the free ice cream. 

     “Well, this has been Crush Reddit Stories. And also Trevor finally getting his first girlfriend.” Shayne joked. 

     You giggled, leaning closer to Trevor on the couch. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder. 

     “And we finally have confirmation that Trevor is, in fact, a Redditor,” Shayne said.

     “Only for you,” Trevor said to you as Shayne continued the outro. “Only for you.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed my lovelies 💌 trevor is so bbg and more people need to be talking about it !!

[luvyeni]

MY SHY NEIGHBOR ( chapter. 14 )

— CHAPTER FOURTEEN: my favorite cashier 🥰🤍…

— 𖦹 warnings? none

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You opened the door to the café, immediately coming into jeongins view. “Hey.” He waved; you waved back. “Well, isn’t it my favorite cashier.” He nervously rubbed the back of his neck, smiling to himself. “D-do you want the same.”

“You know it.” You said, “And what drink would you recommend.” He thought about it, before pointing. “I order that every day.” You nodded, “then i’ll have that too.” You smiled. “Are you eating here today too?” he asked. “Yeah I have a while until my next class.”

You found your favorite seat, pulling out your phone to wait for your food. You checked your messages, frowning — it had been a week since your mystery man texted you, he was supposed to be only a client, but you actually looked forward to his text.

Why was he ignoring you? Had you crossed the line by saying you wanted to see him? No way, guys would beg to see you — they’d pay money to spend the night with you, even if you knew you’d never do it. Maybe that’s what made him different. Maybe he only wanted to keep it strictly over the phone. By why? “(yn)?”

“I’m about to go on my lunch break.” Jeongin told his co-worker. “Good, you can take this to your girlfriend.” He handed him a tray. “My girlfriend?” he said, “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“So that girl isn’t your girlfriend?” He pointed to where you sat. “n-no, she’s not.” He stuttered; you were the only girl he could mutter a single word to unless it was a coworker. “But i’ve seen you talking to her, which is rare for you, you know she also asks for you when you aren’t here?”

You ask about him? Why? “We’re just friends.” He said. “Well, she’s cute, you should set me up.” He took the tray from the boy. “Stop saying nonsense, i’ll be back soon.” He walked over to you; you hadn’t acknowledged him yet.

“yn?” you finally look up at him, he sat your tray down. “Thank you.” You said, “Are you on your break now?” He nodded. “Good now you can sit with me.” You pointed to the seat in front of you. “m-me?” you chuckled. “Well there’s no one else i’d be talking to silly.”

He hesitantly sat down, you past him the drink. “Here, drink this.” You smiled, “I get these for free, you didn’t have to.” You flagged him off. “I know, that’s why I also got you this.” You handed him half of the dessert. “Eat up.”

You watched him pick up the fork, taking a bite of the dessert. “Good, now stop being so scared, we’ve been talking for a few weeks you shouldn’t be this scared of me anymore.” You said, his ears turned. “I-i’m sorry.” He said, you reached out grabbing his hand. “Don’t stress it too much.”

He hated that he was like it this, being so shy has never worked out in his favor, we’ll expect those few times, drunk girls don’t really care if you’re shy or not, they just want to jump on the closest cute guy they see — that’s a story for a different time.

“I talk to much anyway, so I can do the talking for me and you.” You smiled, he mirrored yours. “Does that sound good?” He chuckled, looking down realizing you haven’t taken your hands off his — his heart thumping for a second, he followed your hand. “You have a tattoo?”

Where has he seen that tattoo? Before he could get another look, you took your hand away. “it’s embarrassing, me and lily got matching tattoos and they completely fucked it up.” You laughed, covering it up, that’s where he probably seen it, but he could’ve sworn he’d seen it somewhere else. “Ah, you two must be close?” You nodded. “We’re both from australia, she was the first person I actually met besides chan.” You spoke.

Sadly, it was time for him to get up, but he didn’t want to, he enjoyed talking to you. “You have to go back to work now?” He frowned, nodding. “Sadly.” He stood up, you grabbed his hand. “Hold on.” You reached into your bag, grabbing a pen and a piece of paper. “I know we live next door to each other, but if you ever want to hang out when you’re not at work, you can call me.”

He watched you writing your number down. “Here.” You put the paper in his hand. “Make sure to actually use it, I really want to hang out with you.” You said, he nodded, praying you didn’t notice his red ear, or at least ignored it. “o-okay, i will.”

“Good.” You let his arm go with a smile, and he turned to walk away, smiling to himself. “Oh, it’s you.” He ran into your friend. “Mat!” He heard you yell. “It’s nice to see you, you should come out with us again, you cook really good meat.” Jeongin nodded, walking back to his register.

He watched you conversation with your friend, looking over at him, smiling waving. He waved back, smiling. “Jeongin pay attention, you have a customer.”

He shook his head; you were all he was focusing on, he forgot he was at work. “i’m so sorry, welcome to Love café how can I help you.”

And this time he actually said it with a smile.

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[joshsindigostreak]

Blue Christmas 💙🎄

Authors notes: Hi y’all!! This spawned from a dream I had the other morning and I couldn’t get it out of my head. My first official Rom-Com, and friends to lovers! Shout out to @gretasmokerising and @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine to hearing me out with this idea and yelling at me to write it! Enjoy!

Word Count: 6813

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, and SMUT at the end! MINORS DNI, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap y’all’s willies), alcohol use, agonizing mutual pining? I think that’s it.

It had been 4 weeks, 2 days, and 7 hours since Josh Kiszka had last spoken to you. The most he had ignored you since the day you met over 2 years ago. His cubicle was stationed next to yours, and you could always look to your right to see him typing away at his computer, eyes trained at the screen and never once glancing over at you. He would arrive in the mornings silently, and clock out at 5 without a word. But it was the lunch hours that hurt the most. Ever since you had started this job, he was always your lunch buddy. He showed you where all the good vending machines were, and how to get down to the courtyard on the bottom floor where most of the office population ate their lunches. You hadn’t seen him down in that courtyard since…the incident…and you sat at your usual table most days hoping you’d see him come through the double doors, lunch in hand and a smile on his face. But in the weeks since, he had either eaten elsewhere or stayed in his cubicle working. A few times you tried to stay behind as well, hoping the silence from being the ones in your general vicinity on your floor would coax him into conversation, but it didn’t work. 

But what was this “incident”? What was the catalyst to make him so cold to you all of a sudden? As you twirled your mouse over your screen pretending to be busy, your thoughts drifted back to the day everything changed. 

Josh had a usual lunch table. It was in the courtyard, but in the back corner where he could have the best privacy. This back section used to be the smoking section before smoking was banned per company policy, but they left all of the plants and hedges in place that separated it from the rest of the courtyard. His lunch hour was sacred. It was the part of his day that he could be by himself and not have to talk to anyone if he didn’t want to. Not a lot of people sat back there, which was another blessing. But he didn’t mind sharing it with you. He jumped at the chance to show it to you on your first day. You made a comment about how it was very “Rainforest Cafe” that endeared you to him even more. Ever since, it has been the two of you back there, hidden amongst the hedges. 

That day wasn’t much different from any other, a run-of-the-mill Tuesday in the middle of November. For that time of the year, it was unusually warm, so you felt that it was imperative to take advantage of it and sit outside when you still could. You made your way down to your table, walking past various coworkers chattering away. You could smell the Caesar salad through the container in your hand and you couldn’t wait to dive into it. Finally you made it to your table in the back corner, with your lunch buddy sitting with his back to you as he typed away at his laptop. He was a true workaholic, but his efforts never went unnoticed. Your immediate boss, Ted, always gave shout outs to Josh in meetings, and you would be lying if you said the way Josh’s face would tinge pink every time didn’t melt your heart. He was absolutely terrible at taking compliments. He was deserving of all the praise, hell he deserved a promotion at this point with how much he led the team, but he would get so bashful whenever someone would tell him so.  Sometimes…you would compliment him on purpose just to see the color rise in his cheeks, and if you were lucky, a glimpse of the dimple on his left side.

You slid onto the bench that was bolted to the table, a fixture that hadn’t been updated since the nineties, you were sure. Normally you sat across from him, but today you just had the itch to be in his personal space. 

“Whatcha working on?” You asked as you popped open the container for your salad.

“I am working on…a PowerPoint…,” he quipped, giving you a playful sideways glance. 

You nodded, letting him type and fill up the current slide as you dumped your salad dressing into the container and mixed it with the greens and grilled chicken. After a few minutes of silence, you leaned over to him, brushing your shoulder against his, “you need a cool transition. No PowerPoint is complete without a cool transition.” 

At this he stopped typing and turned his face towards yours, seemingly unbothered with how close you were to him, “I can just see the look on Ted’s face when he hears the ‘whoosh’ between slides about projected first quarter profit margins.”

 

“That man needs a good laugh. Or to get laid. Maybe both,” you nudged his shoulder before going back to your lunch. 

“Don’t we all…,” Josh mumbled to himself. You almost asked him what he meant but he was quickly back at it, filling out bullet points and inserting graphs on the side. It wasn’t unusual to see him this engrossed in his work, but frankly, you were bored. This was the one hour you could truly hang out with him and not have to talk shop. Your friend needed to relax, and not let his work become his life. He always told you that the more he got done during the day meant the less he had to do when he got home, but you knew that was a lie. He always came in the next day with more work than when he left, and sometimes you wondered if that laptop bag of his was surgically attached to his shoulder. 

Your salad was long gone and Josh was still typing away, clicking back and forth from his data and his project. Knowing what would get his attention, you innocently poked at his side, and held back a laugh when he flinched and smiled. This spurred you on, and you poked his arm now, forcing him to make a typo. He was trying so hard to not give in, to not give you the satisfaction that he was amused, but he was failing. 

You upped your ante by reaching for his ear. Gently, you ran your fingertip down the shell of his ear, feeling every curve and contour before brushing the skin next to his earlobe. This caused Josh to visibly shudder, and he tried to cover it up by suddenly jerking his head to the side to pretend to bite your finger. You erupted in giggles before you were aware of how close his face was to your hand. Before you could stop yourself, you extended your fingers to lightly cup his jaw. Instead of backing away, he leaned into your touch, a move that neither of you were expecting. His fingers stilled on the keyboard, and slowly backed away and into his lap he turned his body to face yours. 

The logical side of you wanted to just laugh and lean back onto your end of the bench as if nothing happened, but the other side of you, the side that needed him, was telling that first side to shut the fuck up. Letting the intrusive thoughts win, you leaned closer to him, and you hitched a breath when you saw him do the same. There was no space between the two of you, your right thigh was firmly against his left, heat radiating through both of your respective slacks. 

Before either of you could think about it too much, Josh closed the gap between you and slotted his lips onto yours, lazily taking your bottom lip into his mouth. The action caused you to moan against him, and you seized the opportunity to deepen the kiss. The professional side of you was screeching in your head that you were literally at work and in a courtyard full of people, but the rest of you argued back that no one could see you given how tall the hedges were. 

One of Josh’s hands slid up to your face, mirroring what you were doing to him, and his other hand snaked around your waist, desperate to have you closer. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, and he opened up for you instantly. For several moments, you made out like teenagers on that bench. 

You weren’t close enough to him, and before you could protest he lifted you up and over his lap, allowing you to straddle him. He was thanking God that the greenery was so overgrown that you couldn’t be seen in the position you were in. 

As you settled down onto his lap, the rigid outline of his cock pressed up against you, and you instinctively grinded down on him. He bit your bottom lip to keep himself from moaning too loud, but it was futile as that only caused you to let out a breathy moan of your own.

He was kissing you like he was starving, and you couldn’t get over just how good he felt. You always stole glances at his lips, noting how perfect his cupid's bow was and they were the most enviable shade of pink. 

But just as you lowered yourself back down to grind on him even more, a very loud and obnoxious cackle was let out across the courtyard. Of course it was Vera’s obnoxious ass laughing at whatever the fuck. This caused Josh to break away from you, sobering him up to the situation. He was suddenly very aware of you straddling him, with bruised lips and tousled hair. He couldn’t…he couldn’t be here much longer or else he wouldn’t be able to stop. Without any preamble he guided you off his lap and slid out the other side of the bench and adjusted his belt buckle and smoothed down his shirt. He didn’t even glance at you when he shut his laptop and turned to leave, quickly mumbling about needing to run to the bank before his lunch hour was up. It was a clear lie, but he didn’t give you a chance to call him out on it before nearly running out of that courtyard, leaving you dazed and…very wet…on that bench. 

You leaned back in your office chair and rolled your eyes at the memory, not because you didn’t love it, or that it didn’t replay in your head every time you saw the man, but because you were afraid it completely fucked up your friendship with Josh. Before you on your screen was a reminder email about the company Christmas Party that was being held this weekend. You wanted to go, but the thought of mingling with coworkers while Josh continued to ignore you made you want to crawl under your desk and never come out. Because of his outstanding job performance, he was put on the planning committee and thus would have to be there. There was no avoiding him. 

With a resigned sigh you glanced over at his desk, hoping to see him, but finding it Josh-less. Instead you heard his voice chattering away at another desk, leaning against the entrance to a nearby cubicle. To everyone else, he was his normal talkative self, but for you, he was silent and cold. What the actual fuck was his problem? The more you thought about it, the more it pissed you off. Just who does he think he is by kissing you like that, touching you like that, fulfilling the fantasies you’ve had in your head for months, only to throw you away essentially and leave you high but not very dry? Fuck him, but not in the literal sense. He didn’t deserve that. A plan was forming in your head. You were going to show up to that party pushing every button you knew how to push with him. After working for him for nearly two years, you knew what made that man tick. You had picked up on several preferences of his via passing comments, jokes, or flat out remarks. 

And you were going to exploit every single one of them. 

When the day of the party arrived, you looked over at your outfit laid out on your bed. A beautiful long sleeved navy blue velvet dress. Why blue? Well that color had become an inside joke between the two of you, stemming from an exchange on your very first day in the office. 

You were settling into your new cubicle, arranging your things and figuring out just where you wanted everything to go. The size of your desk surprised you, as you were expecting a smaller space given you were a new hire, but the expanse of the desk gave you so much more room to work with. It was a blessing as you tended to spread out your paperwork around you throughout your day, a habit that your old boss noted every time she walked by your desk. 

As you reached into your box full of things you brought from home, your hand settled on the third Funko Pop you had picked out of your collection. Your Funko of Daphne from Scooby Doo had been one of the first you had bought when you started your collection, and she meant a lot to you. 

“You take them out of the box?” An unfamiliar yet pleasant voice interrupted your thoughts and you nearly dropped the box you were holding from being startled. 

Snapping your head up at the source, you were greeted by a rather…gorgeous man with curious big brown eyes. You had briefly seen him when your new boss was giving you a tour of the area you would be working in, and he had been getting something out of the supply closet. 

“Sorry?”

“Your Funkos…you take them out of the box?” 

Realizing what he was referring to, you chuckled slightly in embarrassment, “oh don’t start, my brother already gives me enough shit about ‘ruining their value’ whenever he comes over and sees my collection. They just look so sad sitting in them. They need to be free!”

This caused the stranger to smile as he extended his hand for you to shake, “I’m Josh, your new neighbor across the way.” He dramatically threw a glance over his shoulder at his own cubicle across from yours. You gladly shook his hand and told him your own name, which he repeated softly. 

You continued to pull more items out of your box as he stood there, not minding you had company. In the panic to get what you needed for your new job, you had inadvertently brought mostly blue office supplies. Blue post-its, blue binders, blue pens; it was as if your brain found one color it liked in the store and made you match everything to calm your nerves. 

“Your sweater matches your binders…,” Josh observed. 

This was your second time you looked up at him in embarrassment, “Oh! Yeah…purely unintentional. It’s my nicest one and I wanted to make a good-”

“It looks nice on you, that shade of blue,” he interrupted. 

Before you could stop yourself, you started rattling off a quote from one of your favorite films, “Oh this sweater is not just blue, it's not turquoise, it's not lapis, it's-"

"...actually cerulean?" 

The smile that spread across your face could light up the entire room, it wasn’t a niche reference, but you were so glad he picked up on it and you didn’t embarrass yourself a third time. After that, your friendship with Josh quickly blossomed, and the ‘blue’ joke got to a point where Josh was calling you Blue to your face, a nickname that stuck no matter how many times you told him to stop. 

Six months into your stay at your current job, you walked into work thinking nothing of the date, but when you got to your desk you saw a familiar small white box with a blue bow taped to the top. You dropped your bag onto your desk and picked it up. Turning it over in your hands you saw that it was a Miranda Priestly Funko, and while you instantly understood who gave it to you, you were confused at the occasion. 

“Happy Six Months, Blue,” Josh said warmly behind you, startling you. 

“Six months?”

“Since you started here! I saw it online and you’ve worked really hard these last six months so I just thought…you needed a token of appreciation.” He leaned towards you and whispered, “since you and I both know corporate doesn’t keep up with such things.” 

You smiled up at him, warmed by the gesture, “thanks Josh…” 

After a few seconds of awkwardly standing there, Josh piped up, “go on…free her from her plastic prison. She’s running out of air and it's getting dark! I’m frightened for her.” Giggles escaped your mouth as you ripped open the box and freed your new Funko. She was put next to your Daphne, as they both held strong sentimental value now. 

You shook your head from the memories, needing to focus on the task at hand. Slipping on the dress and securing your heels, you gave yourself one last look in the mirror before you left for the party. Your hair was perfect, your eyelids dusted with a champagne-colored shimmer, and your lips were adorned with a neutral matte red. There was no way he could ignore you with the way you looked. 

Or so you thought. 

After nearly an hour of mingling, your “friend” had yet to even walk passed you. In fact it was pretty obvious he was avoiding you. He was only on the stupid decorating committee but you’d think he was the host of the entire party with the way he was flitting about the employees, giving them warm greetings and thanking them for coming. You didn’t want to follow him around like a lost puppy, but you kept deliberately putting yourself in his line of vision and he acted like you weren’t there. What the fuck? 

At this point, you were standing with a bunch of your coworkers on your floor, trying to not make it obvious you were glaring at Josh while slowly sipping your cocktail. By the grace of God, one of the men from your floor walked over with Josh in tow, firmly planting him in the little group that had gathered. He still avoided your gaze, keeping his eyes on Brad who clapped him on the shoulder and praised him for a project he had recently finished and was going to present next week. 

Your friend Stacy waved her hand at them, “oh come on no work talk tonight, we get enough of that during the day.” 

“I know, I know but Josh ran his ideas by me the other week and was telling me how it all came together at the end, I’m happy for him,” Brad defended. 

What? Josh never ran ideas with anyone else but you. You were always his first choice whenever he had something cooking in his head. Hell, you didn’t even know he had a big project lined up. But there he was, cheeks flushing at the praise. Under any other circumstances, your heart would stutter at the sight, adoring how bashful he could be, but right now? Right now it pissed you off, and you were on your second cocktail of the night. Your filter was nonexistent. 

“You told Brad about your new project?” You blurted out, slightly slurring your speech. 

At last, Josh finally addressed you, “yes? I wanted to run some numbers by him just to double che-”

“But you always run your ideas by me?” Unfortunately, the alcohol also made it impossible for you to hide the hurt in your voice. “You always ask to pick my brain on things.”

You took a step forward, “yes you do, and I always run my ideas by you in return. They always note how well we work together in meetings.” The rest of your coworkers stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do as you verbally sparred. You didn’t care, you stared at Josh barely blinking. His jaw was clenched, lips set in a line. But you couldn’t stop the words tumbling from your mouth, “you don’t even like Brad! You told me his projections were always off and he talks too much during meetings which is rich coming from-”

At this, Josh handed his drink off to the closest person and quickly grabbed your hand to pull you away from the group. He guided you through the crowd, and you dropped off your empty glass on a random table, not caring where it was. The only thing you could focus on was the warmth from his hand, and how he effortlessly laced your fingers together as he walked. This was the first time he had even touched you since that lunchtime makeout session. 

He swung the outside door open, leading you out onto the side deck of the venue. No one else was out here due to the cold, and the cold wind sobered you up a little. You stood next to the deck rail, glaring at him. 

“What the fuck, Josh?!” 

“What the fuck Josh? How about what the fuck, Blue?!” He’s giving you the hardest look he’s ever given you, his eyes a darker shade of brown you weren’t used to seeing, and no cheek dimple in sight. He continued, “I am preventing you from getting fired for running your mouth in front of everyone.” 

You sneer, “since when do you care what my mouth does?” 

He clenches his jaw again, and he swallows hard enough to see his Adam's apple bob beneath the gorgeous white turtleneck he was wearing. “You know what, I think you need to just stay out here for the rest of the night, and lay off the eggnog.” 

He started to walk off but you grabbed his arm before he could leave, “no, you don’t get to do this again. You have ignored me for nearly a month now.” You lowered your voice even though it was only the two of you outside, “we never even talked…about it…was I that bad?”

He spins to face you, and backs you up against the deck rail, placing both hands on either side of you, bracketing yourself between his arms. He stares at you for a few more seconds, before declaring in a gruff voice, “you were absolutely incredible, and that's the problem.” Your brows furrowed in confusion, and he continued, “I have done nothing but think of you since that day, hell I thought about you every single day before that. Ever since you walked into that office, in that fucking blue sweater, your perfectly coordinated desk supplies, your intelligence, the way you always have a comeback for everything…Blue, I could not get you out of my head even if I tried. But that day? When I finally got to taste you? Have you in my arms? It ruined me. Ruined me for everyone else. The mere thought of even talking to you afterwards sent all my blood south and I can’t walk around the office with a fucking boner, can I?”  You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off again, “and you show up here tonight, looking like this, knowing how much I love you in blue…you wicked little thing.” 

Just then, the door to the outside was swung open by someone that worked on a different floor, and you guessed they got the hint because they quickly went back inside. But as the door closed behind them, the two of you could hear Blue Christmas by Elvis being played loudly through the speakers inside. How appropriate. 

All of your worst case scenarios that had haunted your mind the last few weeks weren’t even true at all. Josh’s words had your heart hammering in your chest, and having him this close to you after a month-long cut off had you aching. His breath was hot as it fanned over your face, the rich chocolate of his irises that matched his brown suit were smoldering before you. Reaching up, you gently cupped his jaw the same way you did weeks ago on that bench, and just like before he leaned into your hand his eyes fluttered shut. 

“Blue…,” he whispered against your palm. 

“I missed you so fucking much. I don’t think you understand how empty I felt without you talking to me every day. Not hearing your daily complaints, not making me laugh, no eye contact during meetings when they got boring? I sat downstairs every single day, at our usual table, hoping to see you, but you never showed. I felt like I did something horribly wrong and you didn’t even have the decency to tell me otherwise,” he shook his head against your hand,  “You just shut me out with no explanation.”

“No..no I’m sorry for that…it was stupid, and cruel of me. I just didn’t know what to do. Every time I tried to talk myself into talking to you, it resulted in me thinking of scenarios that would’ve had us end up with multiple HR violations, and I just couldn’t do it.” He rested his forehead against yours, keeping his eyes closed. 

“Well, Kiszka, what are you going to do about it now?”

A low growl rumbled in his chest and he finally opened his eyes to look over your shoulder at the sprawling grounds of the country club. 

“What if I told you, that when we were looking for venues, I noticed that this particular one has an entire property just for a garden, that's currently out of season, and that there’s a greenhouse off to the side that they keep some of the plants indoors over the winter?” 

You were tempted to look over your shoulder to see what he was looking at, but you didn’t want your eyes to leave his face.

“Are you suggesting…?”

“I’m saying that I need to finish what I started four weeks ago.” 

Before you could respond he took your hand and led you down the steps of the deck and out onto the frost-covered lawn. The entrance to the garden wasn’t very far, but it was nestled in a brick fence. Once inside and out of sight, you got a glimpse at your surroundings. The garden was definitely winterized and dormant, but the hedges were evergreen and tall, successfully blocking anyone who might peer over to that side of the property from the main building. His fingers were still laced with yours as he took a sharp left and down a narrow path. As you traveled deeper into the garden, the party noise slowly fizzled out, and by the time you got to the greenhouse in question, you could barely hear anything other than the wind rustling branches. 

“It’s probably locked…,” you suggested, trying not to sound disappointed.

Josh briefly panicked, not quite thinking about that when he came up with this plan, but he quickly reached up to feel the top of the door frame. When his fingertips landed on cold metal, he nearly said a prayer out loud in gratitude. He held the key up to you, before spinning back around and trying it in the lock. As fate would have it, the lock clicked and the handle turned easily, granting you access. 

Inside, there were a few space heaters already running to keep the chilly night air outside. The temperature difference as you stepped inside was stark, and you shut the door behind you to keep any more winter air from coming in. One of the tables in the middle of the room had been cleaned off recently, with no pots or excess dirt littering the surface. When he was satisfied in his choice for this tryst, he turned around to face you again and backed you up into the door, colliding his lips to yours in a searing kiss. Your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him even closer. His hands flexed and kneaded your hips through the velvet fabric of your dress; his fingertips slowly bunching the material higher and higher until they met the skin underneath. He ran his hands along your skin, stopping abruptly when he felt the lacy material of your thong. He mapped out the lace blindly, tracing the woven pattern while pulling away from your lips to pant harshly against your face. 

“You were really walking around that party wearing these?”

“...you should see my bra…”

The only light in the greenhouse was from the waxing gibbous moon in the sky, streaming its moonbeams through the glass windows. But even with the limited light, you could see Josh’s eyes darken even more at your words. He couldn’t take it anymore, and reached down to firmly grip the back of your thighs and lifted you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist and he backed up and carefully set you back down on the cleared off table. His lips moved to your neck now, sucking bruises onto your skin, not giving a shit about the marks he left behind. You were his, goddamnit. Now that you were on the surface of the table, he reached back under your dress to tug your thong down your legs. He backed up just enough to slip it off your ankles and past your heels, but he didn’t let it fall to the floor, he looped it around his fingers to hold in front of his face to get a better look at it in the moonlight. It was fucking…blue. You wore dark blue lingerie tonight? Your mission to torture him was succeeding, and another growl grumbled in his chest. Your words from earlier echoed in his head, and after shoving your thong in his pocket, he quickly started tugging your dress off of you. Lifting your dress over your head, his eyes raked down your body. The height of the table gave him a perfect, eye level view of your breasts. The lace that perfectly cupped your flesh matched the thong in his pocket, and he had to lean against his hands on the edge of the table to compose himself. The wood dug into his skin a thought occurred to him, and he immediately ripped his jacket off and swung it around, laying it down behind you, so you wouldn’t have to feel the cold table against your skin. He looked up at you, silently asking permission and when you nodded his hands landed on your breasts, squeezing them through the lace. 

Josh stood before you, wearing absolutely too much in his white turtleneck and slacks. It was incredibly unfair, and you needed to fix that. In your tangle of limbs you clawed at the back of his shirt to pull it off of him. He got the hint and flung it over his head, letting it land on top of your dress beside you. Now it was your turn to gawk at him. This was the most you had ever seen of Josh at this point, and the sight of his perfectly unmarred skin in the moonlight had you drooling. Your hands itched to squeeze his shoulders and dig your nails into his skin. In a flurry, your bra quickly came off, nipples hardening in the chilly air. His mouth immediately closed around one of them, causing you to throw your head back and a reedy sigh escaped your lips. 

As much as you loved the attention he was giving you, you needed more. You needed him. Now. 

“Josh…please…,” you whined. 

He nodded and moaned against your chest, before popping off and returning to your mouth. As his lips devoured yours he reached down to undo his belt and slacks, the metal clanking against the side of the table. He pushed his pants down to his knees and brought one hand to his cock, squeezing it and giving himself a few pumps. You pulled away from his mouth just enough to look down at it, and a shiver of anticipation ran through you. Reaching down, you pushed his hand away and wrapped your fingers around him. 

“Fuck, baby…” rattled out of his mouth. Spurred on, you started to pump him yourself, let your thumb catch the drop of precum resting at the tip, smearing it around the head. His hand shook as he closed it around yours, stopping your movements. “Keep doing that and this will be over embarrassingly fast.” You giggled and moved your arms to rest on his shoulders, giving him a minute to compose himself. 

Finally, he stepped forward, closing the gap between you. He took his cock in his hand once again, dragging it up and down through your slit. You were so fucking wet. He looked at you again, silently asking-

“Josh you don’t do something I’m going to be the one leaving this time and never forgiving you.” 

With that he surged forward, filling you in one fluid motion, causing the both of you to moan into each other's mouths. Your hearts hammering in your chests. He didn’t waste no time before he reared back and filled you again, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he bottomed out. As much as he wanted to, there wasn’t time to take this slow, and frankly after the last month there was too much tension built up between you to even fathom another pace. He leaned you back down onto his jacket, the satin lining felt cool and soft against your skin, and he hovered over you as best he could given the height of the table. 

Your legs instantly wrapped around his waist, locking your ankles right above his ass. As you promised yourself earlier, your nails dug into the soft flesh of his shoulders, and he hissed in your ear in response. Slowly you dragged your fingertips down his back as he pumped into you, the angle making his pelvis grind against your clit exactly the way you needed it. 

It was becoming apparent that the table wasn’t built for strenuous activities, and it started to creek and shift underneath you. Josh didn’t pay it any mind, he was too focused on peppering kisses all along your face and neck, not wanting to leave your skin for a second. He couldn’t get enough of you, and the fact that he was finally having you, was sinking in. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, but that first time he saw you while you took your tour around the office while he was at the supply closet? It had to be as close as one could get. He nearly dropped an entire stack of printer paper when you walked by and your perfume invaded his senses, causing him to look up to see where it was coming from. The sheer luck that you got assigned to the cubicle next to his, and how he pretended to be busy while you started sorting your things. He observed you for several minutes before making his presence known, in the least creepy way possible. You were just…adorable…in how you were organizing your desk, and how you muttered to yourself as you picked things out of the box.

 The crush he developed that day was strong from the beginning, and now? Now he had you completely. His skin was slapping against yours. Your fingers were tangled in his hair, tugging at the roots. Your thighs were squeezing his hips as he hiked one of them higher on his side, allowing him to bury himself deeper inside you. 

“You’re so fucking perfect…god, Blue…fuck…,” he rambled against your mouth, unable to hold back his words. 

You whimpered up at him, “you feel so good.”

“Yeah? Who's making you feel this good?” He lifted his head just enough to look you in the eyes. 

“...you…”

Not satisfied with your answer, he reared back and slammed back into you, harder than before, “no, who is making you feel this good?”

Oh, you knew what he wanted, but you weren’t going to give it to him this easily. Instead you just stroked his cheeks with your thumbs, smiling up at him. 

You wanted to be a brat, he thought, two could play at that game. He instantly pulled out of you, fighting every instinct in his body to stay inside. You whimpered at the sudden loss, your brows furrowing. 

“I’m going to ask you again…” 

For a split second you hated him. You had been so fucking close, and he literally ripped it away from you. Too desperate to keep playing you nearly shouted, “JOSH, you, Josh…you’re making me feel this good…” 

A smirk appeared on his face before he slammed back into you, “mmm…good girl.” 

This side of Josh was surprising you, but you loved it. You had never really taken him for a dominating type, but you couldn’t wait to see more of it in the future. But before you could think about that, your high came hurtling back to you. He reached between you, going straight for your clit and started swirling his fingers around it. You were so wet that his fingertips glided easily in figure-8 motions against the hard nub, causing you to writhe beneath him. His name tumbled from your lips repeatedly as you felt yourself climbing higher and higher. The combination of his fingers and the ridges of his cock dragging against your walls was too much, and you couldn’t hold back anymore. With a shout, you shook underneath him as you came. He continued to pump into you, chasing his own high and prolonging yours with his nimble fingers. You were squeezing him so hard as you rode out your high, and he only had about three thrusts left in him before he emptied himself inside you. His vision nearly went white as he came, and your actual first name shuddered from his mouth. 

Neither of you moved for several moments, but the feeling of his release slowly leaking out and around his cock was undeniable. You started to panic at how you were going to clean up, until Josh reached next to your shoulder where the inside pocket of his jacket was. Silently he fished out a white handkerchief. You caught a glimpse of the initials, JMK, stitched in gold thread in the corner before it disappeared between you two and he pulled out, making quick work to clean you up. When he was satisfied, he stood up fully to pull his slacks back up around his waist, and reached over for your bra, handing it back to you. You slowly sat up, your muscles still feeling like jelly. The two of you were quiet as you redressed yourselves, and you remembered he had your thong in his pocket. 

Holding your hand out, you asked, “can I have them back now?” 

Josh smirked again as he put his jacket back on, “no…I’m keeping those.” 

Your eyes widened as you stared at him, “Josh!” 

He took your hand and started to lead you to the door, “you can have them back when we get to my place…” 

Stopping dead in your tracks you say, “a little presumptuous don’t you think?” Josh’s eyes widened and he realized how that sounded, and he opened his mouth to apologize before you continued, “who said we were going to your place instead of mine?” You laughed at how his shoulders visibly relaxed at your words, and caught up with him at the door. 

“You really are a wicked little thing…,” he mumbled as you ventured back out into the cold. 

As you made it to Josh’s car, you thought you had done a good job at not being seen by anyone, but unbeknownst to the two of you, Stacy and Brad were standing on that same deck from earlier. They watched your very freshly-fucked selves climb into the Jeep before taking off.

A week or so later, on Christmas Eve-Eve, you were greeted to a present sitting on your desk. It was a decent sized box covered in blue wrapping paper, matching blue bow on top. 

“Merry Christmas, Blue,” your boyfriends voice sounded behind you. You looked over your shoulder at him, dropping your bag on your chair. “Go on…it’ll fit on your desk.” 

Skeptically you turned and ripped the wrapping paper off the box, the first thing you saw was the red LEGO square in the corner. Confused, you peeled off the rest of the paper to reveal your present. It was the greenhouse LEGO set. 

“You little shit.” 

FIN

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Izzy Stradlin please, we need more smut of this man. The reader comes out of work and feels stressed so does Izzy, and they have a little stress relieve yk, on a rainy day, If you could do some dirty talk, maybe add some handcuffs and a bit of his jealous protective side. 🧡

Thank you sm! Lots of love 🫶🏻

Kinktober day 5: handcuffs with Izzy Stradlin

A/n: First Izzy fic! So excited for this one hope you enjoy! Also I’m tired as fuck writing this but I wanted to get it out so I don’t have to do a double post tomorrow.

Pairings: Izzy Stradlin x Fem!reader

Warnings: possessiveness, handcuffs, dom!Izzy, sub!reader, smut, dirty talk, and I think that’s it let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: Izzy helps you destress after a particularly rough day at work.

“I’m home.” You grumbled as you walked through the door and dropped your bag on the floor next to you. Your soaking wet bag because as you were walking home the sky decided to rain.

“Hey baby.” Your boyfriend rasped from the couch.

You smiled a bit before sitting next to him. “Ugh today was so fucking stressful. Hank would NOT stop flirting with me, my boss kept telling me I’m late on these papers when I literally have barely had any time to complete them. And, get this, I spilled my salad so I had to go across the street to get a new lunch.” As you ranted, Izzy looked at you with focused eyes. He tensed up when he heard that Hank -your coworker- wouldn’t stop flirting with you.

Possessively, he slid his hand on your leg. The action made you stop talking as it was making you feel very new feelings.

“Izzy…what are you doing?” You asked.

“I’m thinking I should help you destress.” The guitarist shrugged simply before starting to kiss your neck. You moaned softly at the feeling, before bringing his face up to kiss his lips.

Slowly, the two of you started making out as he laid you down on the couch. Clothes were being thrown on the floor, and your pussy began to drip onto the leather.

Izzy’s movements got more rough. He groped your tits, toying with your nipples and biting them. You arched your back into him and hissed.

He kissed down your body before pulling your underwear down with his teeth. Your legs spread on their own accord, ready to take whatever he was willing to give you.

The raven haired man licked a bold stripe against your pussy making you hiss and moan, grabbing onto his hair.

He began to lick all the way up to your clit, flicking his tongue on the sensitive bud. Then he started to get into your folds, licking in between, and fucking you with his tongue.

Your toes curled, tears springing in your eyes as he fucked you with his tongue effortlessly.

“Oooh…Izzy I’m gonna cum!” You squealed.

“Oh yeah baby, cum for me.” And you did, releasing all your sweet juices on his tongue. “Fuck, you taste so good. Wait here a minute.” He said before getting up and running upstairs. You furrowed your brows in confusion. You wanted to get up and see what he was doing but that would be disobeying him. And you never disobey Izzy.

Finally, he jogged downstairs, his hard cock bouncing with his movements. You noticed him holding a pair of handcuffs. Yeah, you were in for it. You sat up expectantly as he stood in front of you.

“Wrists.” He commanded and you did as you were told, watching him hit the fluffy handcuffs around your wrists.

“Good girl. Now are you gonna let me fuck you senseless?”

“Yes sir.”

The guitarist smirked before bending you over the arm of the couch. You felt your pussy drip down between your legs. He teased you with his tip at first, rubbing it up and down your pussy lips before pushing in and bottoming out.

“Ah, fuck!” He groaned as he began to move, “You’re so fucking tight baby.”

You moaned with him, getting used to the stretch. His movements got faster and faster. Soon he was pounding into you.

“Oh! Izzy!!! Fuck oh fuck Izzy!” You moaned, gripping the couch for dear life.

Izzy smacked your ass, “Yeah? You like that? Fuck baby, I fucking love you so much.”

“I’m gonna cum!” You cried.

“Me too baby. Cum for me.” And you did, clenching around him before letting go. The pressure was so much, your vision went white for almost a minute as you felt his load painting your walls.

“Oh god, I really needed that.” You laughed breathily.

[doritochoi]

Private Flight | J.W

pairing: jung wooyoung x reader

genre: non-idol!au, smut

warnings: boss & secretary relationship, unprotected sex, fingering, wooyoung is obsessed with your boobs bcz why not.

summary: Wooyoung asked you to book a private flight, but then things happen between you two.

Working as Wooyoung's secretary wasn't that easy.Well, no one could resist him. How could you not resist him when you saw him every day. He was extremely attractive and sexy. Every time when you tried to call him or went to his office, he wasn't there. He was at the gym. Next to his office it was a room where he worksout. No one was allowed in that room unless there was something related to wor

Of course you were in love with him.How can you not be? The way he spoke and looked at you was different from the other coworkers, but you thought that this was only happening because you were his secretary.In fact, you were his favorite secretary.

His office was separated from yours by a glass window where you could take pictures of him. Pictures that later made you masturbate in your room moaning his name. It made you lose your mind.

Today you are working in your office, drinking your coffee, looking at the screen in front of you showing many pictures of Wooyoung. You made a special stick with the name "My fav pictures of Wooyoung". You always look at them when you are on your lunch break. While you were looking at the pictures, someone knocked on the door and pulled the handle, making you panic and quickly take out the stick and pretend to work. It was none other than your sexy boss, Wooyoung. He came directly to you, fixing his tie, which was a little untied. Another attractive thing that Wooyoung was doing.

"Cutie, book us a flight" , that nickname was so annoying, but you loved it so much.

"Us?", you were confused, why would he make you book a flight just for the two of you. Usually when you book flights besides you and Wooyoung, the other coworkers also come. But this time he said us, does that mean you will be on a private plane only with him? No way.

"Yes, we have to attend a business party", you nodded and he turned around leaving your office.

While he entered his office you received a message. "I want you to be pretty tonight, and I will come to get you". Wooyoung liked to come and pick you up. When you entered in his car, you saw how he drove with one hand on the steering wheel, again it was something you found attractive.

Preparing for that party, you still hadn't realized what "pretty" meant to him. So you put on a velvet mini dress. You didn't take any underwear. Bad idea.

The car ride was silent, only Wooyoung was giving you a few stares licking his lips. When you arrived, the plane was already there, he opened the door for you like a gentleman.You entered the plane and wooyoung already disappeard. You sat down on the couch, not noticing that the light was too bright and you could see through that mini dress. Wooyoung came with his shirt almost unbuttoned. You were reading a newspaper and he was staring at how you were dressed. From top to bottom. When you saw a shadow in front of you, you knew it was him. He had some wet strands of his hair on his forehead, he was sweating. The sweat also falls on the neck, making it look so fucking sexy.

"Wow, I didn't know you were so desperate..", you widened your eyes at his words

"What-", he cut you off saying that he found something that belong to you.It was your special stick.

"You know I can help you, right? You just had to ask me."

"Im sorry, but i dont know what are you talking about..."

"Cancel the party", he quickly called someone, then after hanging up, he approached you.

"Why did you cancel it? I really wanted to be there"

"I really want to fuck you right now, destroy you so you can't walk until tomorrow" ,

Saying this, he connected his lips with yours, tasting every bit of them.Taking your waist, he puts you on his thighs, feeling his aching member. He broke the kiss, looking at you with lust. His hands roamed all over your body reaching your boobs. At this moment, Wooyoung thinks he got his hands on the sexiest boobs of his life. He caressed one of them with slow movements, and put the other in his mouth, sucking the nipple so hard that you moaned his name. He was so fucking obsessed with them and you like that. He reached down with his hand, touching your clit, surprised by the fact that you were not wearing underwear.

"You think you can fucking tease me like that?", his voice was angry putting a finger inside you.

"When you are at home..." the movements accelerated, "...lying on the bed"... then he stopped and slid his fingers towards your entrance,"...looking at my pictures and imagine that this is me..." His voice was shaky and breathless, when two of his thin fingers plunged into you. "Doing this?".

How dare he tell you that you think he is one of your fantasies.You didn't say anything, you just moaned as his fingers entered you.

"I-Im sorry..."

You gasp as the tip of his cock slides into you. He rubs his thumbs gently over your skin where he holds you down roughly, smirking at the mess you done. "Fuck, you're taking me so good". He slaps your ass leaving red marks and making you to feel a strange sensation in your tummy. You were close. So close.

"Cum baby-fuck, cum for me", and after some thrusts you came all over his cock, you wanted to say something but only you could do was to collapse on the other side of the sofa, Wooyoung laying on top of you and holding you in his arms.

"Maybe if you didnt dress like that i wouldnt fuck you", he kissed you making you moan again

"So round 2"?

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[themidnightcrimson]

Violent Night—part one. | w. maximoff

summary: in which christmas eve becomes terrifying.

warnings: creepiness, ultra cheesy flirting with carol danvers

this series is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

masterlist.

Soft Christmas music lilted throughout the office. Your coworkers, in their suits and ties and dresses, most adorned with a Santa hat or a necklace of Christmas lights, held their cups of red punch and talked to each other as if they were friends. It was the annual office Christmas party held inconveniently on the night of Christmas eve, and you sat alone in the corner of the break room, eating a rather stale sugar cookie that Janet had made and brought on a ceramic Santa plate that looked older than you.

The Santa hat that had been delegated to your head was itching your hairline, so you took it off and tossed it on the counter you were leaning on, glancing up to the clock to estimate when would be the most appropriate time to leave. Your boss, who wore a red bulbous nose and cloth reindeer antlers on her head, was practically guarding the door. She wanted everyone in the company to have a nice party together, to talk and mingle and become closer in order to champion “company spirit and kinship”. It was the most bullshit thing you had ever heard. Everyone may have looked like they were having a good time with each other, but when Monday rolled around, it would be back to passive aggression and miserable competitiveness. No one wanted to be there, especially you.

As the overly sweet taste of the green icing on the tree-shaped cookie invaded your tongue, you felt someone walk up beside you. Turning, you saw that it was Carol, the only coworker in that room that didn’t make you want to hang yourself with the Christmas lights. She was getting more of the artificially flavored red punch as she glanced up at you.

“Hey Danvers,” you greeted her with a small smile that was hidden by the cup you held. “Are we still going through with the plan to recreate Die Hard tonight? I call being Hans Gruber.”

Carol laughed as she ladled the punch into her cup—her laugh was always genuine and not fake and facetious like every other coworker. “Why do I have to be Bruce Willis?”

Smirking, you shrugged as she leaned against the counter next to you, eyeing you as she took a drink from her cup. “Maybe you’re just not cool enough to be Gruber.”

Carol gasped as she lowered her cup, her shocked look turning into a smile. “Hey, you know I’m the coolest person in this room. Don’t even deny it.”

“Second to me,” you chirped, starting to feel a little bit giggly near the blonde who wore a rather dashing suit. To be honest, Carol was your workplace crush, and after several shared lunches and flirtatious conversations, you were beginning to believe that the feeling was mutual.

Carol distracted you from your intentions on sneaking out early, and you ended up being some of the last ones there. You both sat on the counter near the punch bowl, delegating yourselves as the punch guards and refilling people’s cups for them when they approached. You also talked—you could always just talk with Carol. Unlike your other coworkers, she did not listen to respond. She listened to simply hear you, to take you in, to understand you.

Soon, your boss was actually urging everyone to go home. It was late now, and the roads were icy from the day’s snowfall. Some people were also tipsy, having brought alcohol to spike their punch, which caused new workplace relationships to form right in front of your eyes. You and Carol discharged from your punch duty and grabbed your coats, going down to the lobby and to the front doors.

“Are you calling an Uber?” Carol asked you as she wrapped her scarf around her neck. She knew that your car had been in the repair shop for a couple weeks after the engine mysteriously stopped working.

“No,” you said as you buttoned your coat, your fingers already too cold to function. “My parents always told me not to get in cars with strangers, and I still can’t shake that,” you laughed as you struggled with your buttons. “I’m probably just going to walk—”

Warm fingers suddenly brushed against your cold ones, and you looked up to see Carol stepping closer to you, the air around you warming up. She smirked as she buttoned your coat for you, causing your cheeks to redden. “Am I a stranger?”

Her eyes met yours, and you instinctively looked away. “Um… no.”

“Then ride with me. I’ll drive you home,” she said with finality as she finished buttoning your coat and stepped away. “It’s way too cold and late for you to walk home by yourself. Don’t you live out in the woods, anyway?”

It was true—it was a strangely cold and snow-laden Christmas eve, and your house was way out on the edge of town, buried alone deep in the woods. While the walk home wasn’t too long, as you’d been trekking it for a couple of weeks now, it was a dark and creepy one. You hadn’t walked home in the dark, and you didn’t even want to imagine how much creepier your forest of a front yard looked at night.

“Well—”

Carol cut you off by taking your wrist and leading you to the door, turning to smile at you. “You don’t have to pay me for gas, before you ask. It’s the giving time of year, after all.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you rolled your eyes. “What holiday spirit you have.”

Carol’s car smelled just like her perfume, and you tried to ignore that as she drove you to your house, playing old Christmas music and cheesily singing along in what you verbally opined as the worst singing voice you had ever heard. You couldn’t help but giggle when she started to also add in theatrical facial expressions, having to grab the wheel when she almost slid off the road.

“You’re gonna kill us!” you exclaimed through laughter as she focused on driving more cautiously.

“It’s Christmas—no one dies on Christmas! It’s like, a universal law,” she argued as she took a turn that would lead the car into the woods where your house was.

“Tell that to the directors of Die Hard.”

“Whatever you say, Mr. Gruber.”

“Aha! So you admit that I would be Hans Gruber!”

“Well, Hans Gruber dies in the end, so if I get to win, then yes.”

“Yea, but doesn’t his son or something come back in the second movie?”

“There’s a second movie?”

“Yea, I think it’s Die Hard with a vengeance or something—”

In the middle of your sentence, something shadowed dashed across the road directly in front of Carol’s car. She slammed her foot on the brake, the car’s tires screeching and slipping on the icy road, the car nearly slipping into the ditch until it came to an abrupt stop that left you both heaving forward and slamming back against the seats. Hot steam from the exhaust pipe blew into the cold air and fogged around the car as you both panted from the sudden situation.

“What the hell was that?” you breathed as you pulled at the seatbelt that had choked your neck. You looked all around the road and the woods, not seeing that strange figure that had run so fast across the road.

“I think it was a deer,” Carol said as she took a deep breath and sighed, calming down from nearly having a wreck.

“A deer?” you echoed. That didn’t seem right. Whatever had run across the road was tall, as if it were standing upright. “It looked like… a person.”

Carol shook her head. “No, I saw some sort of antlers or horns. And there’s no way a person could run that fast, especially on this icy road.” She looked over at you, seeing that you looked startled. “It’s wintertime—all the deer are moving around. I almost hit two last week, actually. They’re everywhere out here in the woods.”

You only nodded, halfway listening to her as the image of the figure burned in your mind, and a strangely unsettling feeling rose in the pit of your stomach.

Slowly, Carol propelled the car forward at a slower speed, making sure to be alert and keep two hands on the wheels as she drove to your house. You were both silent now, wondering what that shadowy figure was and how you hadn’t seen it until it was right in front of the car.

Finally, Carol’s car pulled into your snowy driveway. “You need to shovel the snow out of your driveway,” she commented as she pulled in front of your house. You had never seen your house from the outside at night, all the lights off, dark and gloomy. Going inside alone made you feel scared, but you felt relief when Carol undid her seatbelt and stepped out, obviously deciding to walk to you to your door. It was also sweet, and it made you smile as you walked with her up the icy front steps.

“Jesus, and you need to put salt on these steps,” she laughed as she held onto the railing, her shoes slipping on the stairs with each step.

“I don’t have a shovel… or salt,” you said as you made it to the front door.

“I can come out this weekend and clean it all up, if you want,” she sighed when she finally made it up the front steps. “I have a shovel and salt, like most adults who live in a colder climate.”

“Shut up,” you playfully said as you took out your keys and unlocked your front door, immediately reaching your hand inside and flicking the switch beside the door that turned on the porch light. Sighing with relief for being out of the dark, you turned back to Carol to see her looking at you already, a soft smile on her lips. “Thank you… for driving me.”

“Anything for my favorite coworker,” she grinned, to which your cheeks turned pink.

There were a few beats of silence where you both said nothing, only standing in the cold night on your front porch, looking at each other. There was some sort of strange look on her face, as if she was holding something in.

Needing to flee the awkwardness, you moved to go inside. “Well, have a good—”

Your words were interrupted by two hands taking your shoulders and turning you towards her, and suddenly her lips smashed against yours. You froze under the sudden, unexpected kiss, grabbing onto her coat and leaning backwards. Her lips followed you, not picking up the hint that you were trying to pull away, and instinctively, you had to push her shoulders away from you.

Carol stumbled back with a heavy breath, her cheeks flushing red as she looked at you with a look of both thrill and concern. The back of your hand met your lips, feeling how they buzzed. As much as you had liked Carol, you did not expect her to kiss you so aggressively, nor did you want it.

“I-I’m sorry,” she blurted, the looks of thrill fading from her face and making her look cold and scared. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s…” you began, waving your hand to tell her to stop apologizing. “Um… it’s fine.” You took a step closer to your door, eyes flickering between her and the ground.

Carol sighed with disappointment and looked down, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, I just thought you… I don’t know. I thought…” She shook her head again and looked back to you, and you were shocked to see that there was moisture welling in her eyes. “Merry Christmas, y/n.”

She instantly turned away and walked down your steps, stomping in the snow towards her car. The feeling of offense inside you morphed into guilt as you watched her get into her car, seeing silver tears slip down her cheek under the light of the moon.

“Carol!” you called, taking a step forward with the mind to go confront her and tell her that you did like her, and that you wanted the kiss, and that it only took you off guard because it was so sudden. But she turned her car on and reversed out of your driveway.

You felt too embarrassed and upset to stand there and watch her drive away, so you went inside your house and slammed the door shut, taking a deep breath and listening to the sound of her motor fade away.

“Fuck,” you groaned, turning to press your back against the door and cover your forehead with your hand. You hadn’t meant to upset her. She was the only coworker you liked, and the only person you had liked in a long time. Now you just ruined it, and going back to work on Monday to face her sounded like pure hell.

“Shit,” you whispered as you shivered, feeling how cold it was inside your house. It was Christmas Eve, and the night was still relatively young. Although you lived alone and effectively had no real friends, you wanted to celebrate in some way.

Before embarking on your lonely festivities, you hopped into a hot shower that eased the tension that the moment with Carol had brought you. Nonetheless, you still couldn’t get the feeling of her lips off yours. If you had been crushing on Carol for so long, why did the kiss seem to disappoint you? It wasn’t that she was a bad kisser, it just… didn’t feel right. Nothing felt right in that moment, as you got out of the shower and made some cookies before settling down on the couch to watch Polar Express. With your blanket warming you, and the Christmas tree in the corner of your living room glittering and glowing, you wanted to feel comfortable. You were fresh out of the shower, munching on your favorite cookies, watching your favorite Christmas movie—but that tense knot in your stomach was making its presence fully known.

The sound of the movie playing on the TV in front of you was not enough to drown out the silence of your home. Living alone had proved hard. You hated living in the middle of the woods. You would have rather had noisy neighbors who played drums or mowed their lawns at 6 A.M. You would have rather had annoying children running across your front yard and accidentally throwing balls through your front windows than to be sitting there alone in complete and utter silence besides the low murmur of the movie and the distant hooting of an owl.

And it was so dark. You had turned on every light in the house, but the darkness of the night outside continued to seep into your home. Just sitting there, still, alone, staring at the TV, was going to drive you into madness.

Getting up with a rush, you threw your blanket off you and went to the record player that had been given to you as a housewarming present. Although just pulling up Spotfiy on your phone was easier, using a record player seemed like a fitting thing for Christmas. You put on a record of old Christmas classics, feeling slightly relieved by the grainy music that poured out of the player.

Needing something to do, you decided to wash up the dishes that had been sitting in your sink for a few days. Another bad thing about your house was that there was no dishwasher, so you had to hand wash the dishes as you hummed along to the old Christmas classics, somewhat relieved by the clanging of dishes and noises of the water as your hands swam in it to scrub one of the many dirty coffee mugs.

There was a window directly in front of the kitchen sink, halfway blanketed by a pair of beige curtains. The curtains allowed a sliver of the window to show, and as you rinsed the coffee mug, your eyes casually glanced upwards. Through that sliver of window, past your back patio, into the woods, your eyes caught a shadow moving between the trees.

The fear that jolted throughout your body was cold and sharp like an iron spear grating itself up your spine. Your hands went numb, and the mug in them slipped through your fingers and fell onto the edge of the counter before bouncing off. The crash of the mug breaking on the floor startled you, but what startled you more was that when you instinctively blinked at the sound of the glass breaking, whatever figure you had seen in the dark trees was gone.

“What the fuck…” you whispered, stepping away from the sink as if the faucet was going to become alive and lurch up around your neck. The fuzzy socks on your feet were no help in protecting you from the broken shard of glass that your heel stepped on, and you hissed upon feeling the sharp pain on the bottom of your foot.

Leaning on the island, you bent your leg and looked at the bottom of your foot, seeing blood seep through the fuzzy sock. “Shit, shit, shit.”

With another look to the window and no sign of any shadow or figure outside, you decided that your mind was playing tricks on you. The figure you had seen, or thought you had seen, looked exactly like whatever it was that had run across the road while Carol drove you home. It was late at night, and you were alone in a house in the woods. You were only getting scared and delusional, you convinced yourself. If you really had seen anything, it was most likely only a deer like Carol said.

Your foot was leaving bloody prints on your kitchen floor now, so you started to hop your way to the bathroom to doctor yourself. With your mind concentrating on whether or not there were any band-aids left in your bathroom cabinet, you almost didn’t notice something flickering on your Christmas tree as you limped past it. When it caught the corner of your eye, you stopped, turning to squint at the tree.

[joelswritingmistress]

Last Halloween: Chapter 14

Summary: After a tragedy involving Joel happened on Halloween one year prior, the town now shuns him while ignoring the details of the now closed case. You are seemingly the only one to offer empathy to a man the town is making out to be a monster.

Pairing: Joel x f!reader

Joel's alarm woke the two of you up the next morning and you let out a big yawn.

"Sorry," he whispered, turning it off before rolling onto his back with his eyes closed. "At least it's Friday."

"Yeah." You agreed, not yet opening your eyes as you pulled the comforter up toward your chin. "I have to be in at ten."

"It's only seven," he said quietly. "Stay in bed."

"You're going in for eight?" You asked him.

"Mmm hmm." Joel let an arm fall lazily over you and you brought his knuckles to your lips. "Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yeah." You finally let your eyes open and glanced over at him. "I was overreacting last night.. about the pumpkins."

"No, you weren't."

"I have to admit though," you told him, "I was a little sad to see them all smashed up like that after our contest."

Joel pulled you against his chest and hugged his arms around you. "We could always do a second round of carving. Double or nothing?"

You smiled. He had a way of making things better without even trying. "I guess that means the joke was on them. Because I'd love a repeat of last night."

"Is it too much to ask for your company again tonight?"

"I'm available." You grinned and shared a short series of kisses.

"I have to shower and get into work," Joel told you.

You raised your eyebrows. "Want some company?"

..

"Thanks for covering my shift last night," you said to your coworker, Molly, as the two of you wiped down the handful of tables scattered throughout the coffee shop.

"Oh, no worries," she insisted. "More times than not I'm dying for extra shifts. I take what I can get."

"Well, thank you."

Customers paraded in and out regularly until about noon when things began to slow down for the lunch hour. You were sure it would pick up again around two when people were in need of a mid afternoon pick-me-up.

You cleaned up some more before finally checking your phone. A smile formed on your face when you saw a text from Joel that had come in twenty minutes or so earlier.

'Thanks for washing my back this morning', the text read.

You typed something equally silly and fresh back to him and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

There was another message from a number you didn't recognize that addressed you by your first name and said simply, 'Just taking a chance and reaching out.' You partially assumed it might be Steve and didn't bother replying.

A pair of college-aged guys came in and you quickly shoved the phone back into the apron tied around your waist.

"Can I help you?" You asked the two of them with a smile.

"Umm.." the first guy in line adjusted a backwards hat as his eyes moved back and forth to read the menu board. "I'll have a medium caramel latte and a slice of the lemon bread." He added, "Please."

"You got it." Your eyes drifted toward his friend. "And for you?"

"I'll have large iced coffee with cream and sugar."

"Is that all?"

They both nodded and the first guy handed over a debit card. You completed the transaction and handed it back over. "Your order will be ready in a few minutes"

Molly began to make the latte while you tackled the iced coffee and sliced a piece lemon cake into a small baggie.

"Here you go guys." The two of you glided the beverages across the brown countertop and handed over the pastry. The guys then sat down by a table beside a cork board that full of pinned ads and cards left by local businesses in search of work.

You hadn't paid any attention to it. Not just that day, but really ever. It was just part of the wall that you walked by a hundred times without taking a second look.

But right then, as you glanced toward the two young men, you noticed something on the wall beside them. It was a pinned there to the cork board by a blue push pin.

You felt your breath catch halfway up your trachea and you walked slowly at first and then rushed the rest of the way to make sure you were seeing what you thought you were seeing.

"Hey, are you alright?" Molly asked. Her short, blond curls bounced as she hurried after you.

The customers looked in your direction when you ripped a paper off the wall and held it in front of your face before burying it against your chest.

"What is it?" Your coworker asked.

You shook your head in disbelief and then held out the green flyer in front of you again. As much as you didn't want anyone to see it, you needed someone right then to confide in. As a close, female work friend, Molly filled that void.

"Look at this." You turned it so she could see it as your hands practically shook.

"What the hell is this?" She asked, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Who put this here?" You asked. "Did anyone come in today and pin something up on that board? Before I got here?"

"I.. I don't know." She shook her head, "I got here right before you did."

"What about last night?"

Molly looked helpless for you and frowned as she continued to shake her head. "I didn't notice anyone in particular over there."

"I need a minute to think." You took a deep breath and wandered into the back by the sinks. From back there you heard one of the guys ask Molly if you were okay.

You hadn't realized you placed the flyer against your chest again until you held it out in front of you again. It was real. So were the images of you and bare-chested Joel, mid-embrace with your lips locked and eyes closed.

Beneath the picture was the caption: Find love at PsychoMeetUp.com. Below that was your name and phone number along with Joel's. Now the random text message made sense.

You knew it in your gut. The night the police came to the house after a phone call. The rustling in the patch of woods by Joel's driveway. The smashed pumpkins. It wasn't all just a coincidence.

You ripped the flyer in half and crumpled it up before throwing it angrily into a green garbage pale.

Vic. You knew it had to be him. He vowed to run you out of town and what better way than to embarrass you in such a way that felt so personal and unredeeming.

Your first thought was to go to the police, but were they even on your side? You had to try. They had to do *something*. And if not, you'd take if a step further and go to the state police. They had no ties to your small town bullshit.

"Go take care of it," Molly told you, scampering around back. "That's so messed up, I'm sorry."

"You'll be okay?"

"Don't worry about me or this place." Molly shooed you with her hands. "Go."

"Thank you, Molly." You hugged her and retrieved your purse before hurrying out the back door.

Once in your car you started typing to Joel, explaining as best as you could about what had happened. You even warned him not to go home. If someone would do this, what else were they capable of?

When he didn't immediately respond you felt your anxiety climb, but you knew he was safe at work with Ronnie for the time being. You kicked yourself for ripping up the piece of paper as you began to drive toward the police station. Still, you could tell them exactly what happened and even have Molly get the torn flyer for you if need be.

Your ringtone came through the speakers and your eyes frantically scanned the center stereo to see if it was Joel. When you saw Jessie's name instead you picked up.

"Hi, Jess." You couldn't hide the tense nature of your voice.

"Whatever you're doing, you need to sit down."

"What?"

"Can you come home? Or can I meet you somewhere? Are you at Joel's or at work?"

"I just left work."

"Okay, I'm coming to you."

"Jess-"

"Someone left something in our mailbox," she said frantically, speaking a mile a minute. "Something I think you need to see right now."

Fuck, you thought and your whole body went numb.

"Tell me it's not the green flyer."

There was a silence on the other end of the line and you knew this was bigger than you originally anticipated.

"I'm on my way to the police station," you told Jessie. "Meet me there."

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[10:31 am]

Your day had been off to a rocky start. Having husband!Kun home was throwing you off your usual routine. While he was busy being the best husband ever by making you breakfast, lunch, and coffee, even having dinner ready by the time you got ready for work, you were taking your time getting ready and sleeping in.

This morning you had just been so lost in the comfort of having him home with you and relaxing that you lost track of time, rushing out the door with one shoe untied and grabbing your bag as Kun held the door open for you. He had barely kissed you goodbye as you rushed down the hall.

Now, you were seated at your desk with your eyes burning, failing to keep your yawns from escaping since you had only had half a cup of coffee before you ran out the door. There was no way you’d make yourself coffee from the break room since whoever usually made it clearly had no taste buds or liked coffee with the grounds- disgusting. 

You heard someone clear their throat behind you, probably someone further away in the office. Your eyes were still on the computer screen in front of you, clicking around and highlighting random words. God, how was your brain even still working right now?

“This is the last time I bring you your lunch if you’re just going to ignore me and pretend to work,” a familiar voice said.

You jumped, turning in your desk chair to catch sight of your husband. He stood leaning against the entryway of your cubicle, with a travel mug and your lunch bag. He caught your line of sight, “You forgot your lunch and I noticed you didn’t finish your coffee while I was washing the dishes.”

“I am so in love with you! Ugh! I love you so much!” You exclaimed grabbing the cup of coffee. It was just the way you liked it.

Kun chuckled as he sat in the extra chair next to your desk, “I can’t tell if you’re talking to me or the coffee, but I love you too.”

“Qian, do you have the reports that are due today?” One of your coworkers asked, eyes stuck on the file in her hands. 

Your eyes were wide, you had been working on the reports last night, going in and making corrections. You had even printed them out at home right before you showered, but where had you left the stack of papers? 

“It’s in the green folder in your bag, love.” Kun whispered.

You let out a relieved breath, reaching into your bag to retrieve the papers. You passed them over, slumping back into your chair after she walked away with a quiet “thanks” under her breath.

“You are the best husband ever, you saved my life just now.”

“I know, so hot pot tonight? I might have to stop by the store for some vegetables on the way home,” Kun wondered out loud.

You waltzed over to where he sat, taking a seat on his lap, “I’m so happy I married you.”

He placed a kiss on your lips, short but passionate, slightly inappropriate for the work place but quick enough that no one saw. “How about I drop you off tomorrow, so I can make sure you don’t forget anything.”

You hummed in agreement absentmindedly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, “Can you wear the pink apron with the frills while you make dinner tonight?”

He threw his head back as he laughed, “I think that was a gag gift, my love.”

“But you just look so sexy when you wear it,” you shrugged.

When Kun had schedules, you were up earlier than you needed to be to make sure his bags were packed and had plenty of water and food for the long day that awaited him, always with a cute love note stuck to his backpack. You were always so helpful when his days had him dragging his feet, wearing a frilly, pink apron while he cooked was the least he could do. Even if it made him feel like a fool, he’d do anything for you.

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a/n: crowd chants: HOUSE HUSBAND KUN! HOUSE HUSBAND KUN! HOUSE HUSBAND KUN!

[isa-loves-you]

His Accent | Philip Graves x Fem!Reader |

| Trigger warnings: sexual situations, choaking, spanking. |

| This is dedicated to @massiww |

You were one of the new recruits for the shadow company, you were top of your special ops team and one day general sheppard asked you personally to be his company's first sergeant. You accepted graciously since you were now getting paid more but also you had a friend that was already in the company and she would talk about how hot the commander was.

It was your second week on base and you still havent met your commander due to him being on a mission since the day you arrived. Your friend Jada (sorry if your name Jada) had met  you in the shooting gallery for some mid day shooting.

“You know what I miss?” jada asked while you find a gun you want to use for your target “whats that” “I miss being able to watch doctor who, i feel like my day is taken up with so much training that when i get time to relax i automatically fall asleep, and i miss hearing David tennant's voice.”

You laughed off jadas remark and walked down to the end of the range and stood next to a man with short light brown hair but you couldn't see his face since he had it close to his gun. “So is it because a doctor who is smart makes you like him or the face?” you asked not to look at jada “I think it's the accents, I have a thing for Scottish and Irish accents' '. You and jada shot a couple of rounds before taking a break to reload “Really? I think southern accents are way hotter. "You slapped the bottom of your mag to make it sit in your gun right?Commander Graves has a southern accent right?I met him and he spoke to me with that accent. I would do unspeakable things to that man.”.

You laughed to yourself at what you did but quickly stopped once you saw jada's face that had an expression of fear. “As your commanding officer as well as your coworker I would advise you to not talk in such a way” you turned around to the man you saw in the booth next to you which turned out to be thee Philip Graves. There he stood over you with a stern look on his face but yet his eyes told an amused glare, his arms crossed and head cocked to the side god you did not regret what you said, just one look at this man and you did want to do something unspeakable to him.

“Sorry commander, I understand what I said was inappropriate and i didnt mean to say it in your presence, sir.” You wiped your smile away to show respect but your face was way hot from embarrassment. “That will be noted Sargent (L/N) please see yourself out, the mess hall should be open for lunch and all soldiers need their strength” “Yes sir”. You and Jada quickly got out of the gallery and to the mess hall.

“Wow i still can't believe you said that in front of him (y/n), you're dead” “please don't say that, i'm already shitting bricks' ' you tried to eat but your stomach wasn't allowing you to eat from the nerves. “CAN SARGENT (L/N) REPROT TO COMMANDER GRAVES OFFICE” oh fuck the nerves just got worse, you got up and looked at jada who was having a field day with your nightmare. “Have fun” jada waved you off while you dragged yourself to his office.

You stood in front of the door trying to muster up the courage you have just to knock on the door, you heard a couple of shuffles before his loud voice shouts from the other side of the door “come in ''. You opened the door to graves sitting at his desk and with no expression on his face “sit please” you didn't even try to go against him considering your life lies in his hands. “The reason why i called you in here is because of what you said in the gallery, now i would have just waved it off but i want to know, Did you mean it?”

You sat in shock trying to figure out why he was asking you this and if you did really mean it ”yes i did and again i'm sorry sir”. Graves let out a small short laugh “good i was hoping you did” graves stood up and walked in front of his desk facing you with his hand behind his back. 

“I have seen your file and I am very surprised by your record, and the whole time I was reading it I was wondering how much fun it would be seeing a strong woman like yourself cry from the amount of pleasure I want to give you”. You looked up at your commander shocked at what you were hearing but yet you were aroused. 

“Why wonder when you can see for yourself” you played back to his vulgaris flirting, graves let out a chuckle while shaking his head “honey don't play around if you don't want to be serious because i am” “I have never been so serious in my life sir” you stood up and stepped forward to his figure. Graves looked down at you trying to figure out your next move, you set  your hand on his chest and the other down his pants cupping his member over his boxers “Please commander. Fuck me.”

Graves smashed his lips down on to yours while letting his hands roam free around your body touching any and all parts of your body as you slipped your hand into his boxers and started stroking his cock. Graves lets out a low moan on your lips as you stroke faster, he part from your lips and looks at you with a hungry look in his eyes “get on the desk now”.

You sit on top of his desk waiting for him to do something, graves take a seat on his chair and proceed to take off the bottom half of your uniform. You feel the cold air hit your cunt and you shiver from the sudden cool, graves start to give your inner thighs a small kiss and bites. “Scoot closer” he wraps his arms around your legs to push you towards him more, as soon as your close enough graves eminently start attacking your slit with his warm wet tongue.

You let out loud moans not caring who can hear you, you gripped graves hair as he starts to go faster with his tongue “Close-Im close”.after you said that he started to go faster as he put his hands to the back of your knees to push your legs up higher, after a few more seconds of him eating you out you come on his face while your legs shook.

As you caught your breath, Graves stood up and unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. Get on your knees and thank me for letting you cum. You followed his orders and got off his desk to get on the floor, you took his cock in your hands while wetting your lips for you to take him in. Graves couldn't help himself so he slid a hand behind your head and shoved his dick into your mouth and moved your head up and down his shaft. You let him use your throat anyway he wants while you put your hand behind his thigh to rock his hips with his pace, his movements got slower which meant he was close. You moved your head up and down faster while letting out lewd noises, Graves threw his head back while letting out a groan, you dug your nails into his thighs before he shoves your head on his cock one more time as he shoots his warm cum down your throat.

You swallowed his load before standing back up to look for your pants. “Woah their darlin we ain't done yet, get back on that desk”‘ graves said with his thick accent that got you into this beautiful mess. You took off your shirt before sitting on the desk “lay on your side” you did what he said and laid on your side. Graves gripped your thing and spread it so that he could see your pussy. He ran a finger down your slit before sticking in two fingers and putting them in and out.

He started to curl his finger at your g-spot while you gasped for air from the amount of pleasure he promised to give you. Your second orgasm rolled around as his fingers went faster when you clenched harder around his digits. He didn't give you a minute to catch your breath before he shoved himself into your heart, you moaned loud from his size and him not letting you take a minute to get used to his size.

“Aw come on darlin you can take it for me” he slapped your ass as he slammed himself in and out of you. Sounds of skin slapping and your moans filled the room with sound, graves snuck his hand over your body so he could clasp his hand around your neck. “Baby please i'm closer keep  clenching” you held a hand around the writer he was using to choke you to signal him to go faster. His trust got faster and more animalistic until the knot in your stomach started to bundle up with each thrust.

“Graves please” you plead for him to let you cum “im almost there sugar cum, cum on me”. You didn't wait a second longer to coat his cock with your cum, two more thrust and you felt his cum shoot inside your messy cunt as you were riding your high.

Five minutes passed before graves took himself out of you, you still laid on his desk as he got himself dressed again. “Here let me help you with these '' he offered a hand to get you off the desk and to put your clothes back on “thank you”. You got dressed but your legs felt like jelly and that you were going to fall any minute “I'm sorry but I have a meeting to attend but I don't want you to go like this especially in this state” you shared a laugh. “ It's okay, I'm sure I can get back to my corners.” You try to walk past him but his hands catch yours “No I want you to stay, I don't do this with just a random person I want to get to know you”. 

Just him saying that made you feel like you were going to cum again. “Please just stay, you can rest on the couch while i'm gone, i shouldn't be long, just 10 minutes or less' ' he guided you to take a seat on a dark medium size leather couch that was in his office. “When i cum back we can get something to eat and maybe talk a little” “that sounds like a plan” you smiled up at his excited face. He looks like a dog that was offered a car ride.

“Great just lay down and here” he grabbed the gray blazer that was on the back of his chair and draped it over you. He gave you a peck on the cheek before leaving the room trying to act intimidating for others while you drifted off to sleep on his couch with the scent of him and sex lingering in the room.

[puppy-coded]

Loser Boy{S.H.}

1: Scoops Ahoy

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: this is just the set up for the rest of the series really </3 also not beta'd and i wrote this when my internet was bad so typos </3

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Steve Harrington x fem!reader, platonic!Robin Buckley x reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Robin are best friends. Inseparable. When she gets a job at Scoops Ahoy, her coworker seems... awkward.

You were walking down the halls of Hawkins High as a new transfer. Everybody knew you were new and picked on you like you were one of the freshman, even though you were a sophomore in high school and sixteen years old. You let it slide until lunch.

There was a lone freshman who seemed lost. She was eating on her own and picking at her food. You sat across from her with a smile.

"Hi. I'm (Y/N)." You greeted, opening the milk carton on your tray.

The girl stared at you for a good couple of seconds before responding. "I... I'm, uh, Robin."

Her timidness just made you smile wider. "Well hello Robin. I'm adopting you as my freshman."

The girl, Robin, blinked at you and nodded slowly, clearly not understanding your previous statement.

You scrunched your face in thought and figured out a good way to explain it. "Like... I'll protect you and stuff. And as your new best friend-"

"-We're friends?" Asked Robin, cutting you off in the process.

It was your turn to stare. You stared for a second so you could recover and your smile quickly returned to your face. "Of course silly billy. As your new best friend I shall vow to protect you until I graduate high school," You said dramatically.

Robin put her elbow on the table and rested her head on her hand. "How old are you?"

"Sixteen." You responded, taking a sip of milk. "Why?"

Robin shook her head at your response. "I don't think I can be adopted if we're the same age. Well... Almost. I'm fifteen." She said teasingly.

"See?" You said, ignoring the first part of her answer. "I'm older than you. So as your new high school guardian we're friends now."

"... I'm not getting out of this am I?" She asked, getting up to take her now empty styrofoam tray to the trash.

You beamed brightly at your new, and really forced, friend. "Nope! We're best friends."

You had gotten a job at a small bookstore in the middle of Hawkins upon graduating high school. It was a cute little shop called The Book Nook with an equally cute cafe next door to it called The Sugar Stop.

Sure your paycheck took a hit every day you worked but it was totally worth it.

You got an employee discount and almost no one came in. You got paid for doing basically nothing.

"Hey mom," Robin greeted. "I need help."

You popped up with a stack of books from behind the counter. In Robin's mind you looked like a prairie dog.

You smiled and put the books on the counter, leaning on it dramatically, earning yourself a laugh from Robin. "You called daughter?" You asked, really playing up the "1950s stay-at-home mom" performance.

Robin smiled and pulled a folder out of her backpack. "Read over my application please?"

You grabbed the folder from her and furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "Where are you applying to?" You asked, trying to get more information so you could help Robin better.

"Scoops Ahoy, it's at Starcourt and they need summer employees." Robin said quickly as she hopped up onto the counter next to you. She shuffled back and leaned on your register as you read over her application. "Why?"

You looked up at her seriously. "You put your mom as a reference?"

Robin shrugged. "She's chill and she'd put in a good word for me." She half-heartedly explained. "Why?"

You poked your lips out and couldn't sit still as you read. "I mean... I can't fault you. This is your first job and I put Mr. Z as my professional reference. It looks good aside from 'can fold laundry'. Don't include that. Scoops won't care," You said helpfully.

Robin smiled and hopped off the counter. "Thanks (Y/N). Glad you could help. I'll be back when I get the job." She said confidently.

You decided to let her have it. She's never confident in herself.

You hoped, for her sake, she got the job.

You were at work for most of the day, everyday that summer. It was actually so boring you started to bring hobbies to work.

This week's hobby is knitting.

You enjoyed it and it would probably stick if the job keeps being slow.

You heard the bell on the door ring and put your scarf down, fully prepared to help a customer.

"Guess who just got the best job ever scooping ice cream and getting free ice cream for the whole summer?" A familiar voice asked before coming up to the counter.

You smiled at Robin's excitement and tapped your chin as if deep in thought. "Uh... Robin-"

"Yes!"

"-Williams?"

"No!" Robin said with the same amount of enthusiasm. "It's me!"

You walked around the counter and picked up a fancy book. "This is Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde in leather binding. It's usually about forty-five dollars." You started to explain to Robin, going back to your spot at the register.

Robin stared at her favorite book, wide-eyed and practically salivating. "Whoa..."

You rang it up with your employee discount and put your own cash in the register. "This is your gift for getting that job. I'm proud of you Robs," You smiled. You offered her the book and she gently took it, as if it would dissipate if she accidentally handled it roughly.

Robin blinked at you before responding. "You didn't have to do that."

You waved her off and organized the table closest to you for the nth time that day. "Nonsense. It's a gift."

Robin slowly smiled at you. "In return I'll give you free ice cream for the whole summer. Boss won't mind," She winked.

"Because boss won't know," You agreed.

You went in to Scoops Ahoy witch a small skip in your step. I was really all you needed after a long day. You'd been going to Scoops everyday for the past three weeks because of Robin's free ice cream offer.

You walked into the store, awaiting your usual ice cream and talk with Robin.

Except it wasn't Robin behind the counter. It was a man. Robin's not a man.

You walked up to the counter with, probably anyway, a confused look.

"Um. We do samples." The man said awkwardly. "You- you know. If you don't know what you want yet." He offered.

"No, no. I just... Where's Robin?" You asked quietly.

The back sliding panels opened to a smiling Robin. "There's my best girlie!" She shouted. "Dingus get away from her with your germs." She said rudely, coming out from the back.

You crossed your arms and gave her a look. "Really Robin? Why don't you introduce me to your little friend over here?" You teased.

Robin grabbed the scoop from her coworker's hand and got your regular order going. "He's not really my friend per se... We're just acquaintances is all."

You nodded, grabbing your ice cream from Robin when she was done. "You're avoiding the question."

Robin sighed hevily and rolled her eyes. "Dingus, this is my best friend (Y/N). (Y/N) this is my coworker Steve. Or Dingus. He doesn't actually have a name. It's Dingus."

You shook your head playfully at the tall brunette in response to how she talked about her coworker. "Robin play nice. Anyway, nice to meet you Dingus. I'm going home early because I'm opening tomorrow and I think I'm gonna need two of these after work," You joked. "Bye guys! Have fun!" You waved enthusiastically.

Steve watched as you left and leaned on the counter next to Robin. "So... She seemed-"

"Off limits."

[miamochi-writes]

Daycare Snacks Part 2 Vash AU

Hi everyone! Miamochi here! Here is part 2 of my series :)

“You didn’t hear?” Liz told you.

“No what?” you asked.

“Well... Zac’s father came to pick up Zac instead of his mom. And I didn’t catch all the details but I heard the dad scold at Vash. Something about how he handles things, but I honestly couldn’t make out anything else. I just know it was really bad the way Zac looked away and Vash looking uncomfortable,” Liz explained as you couldn’t believe what you heard. No wonder Vash and Zac were acting strange earlier. 

“But remember, you didn’t hear this from me y/n. Understand? We really aren’t supposed to be involved, unless Vash or Zac says something. Sometimes it isn’t good to get into other people’s business,” Liz added as she packed away her things. You couldn’t help but clutch your bag, hoping that Vash and Zac would be okay tomorrow.

~The Next Day~

It was your turn to open the daycare. You finished sipping your morning beverage and put on your apron ready to say good morning to your coworkers and toddlers.

Soon the kids started piling inside as their parents dropped them off.

The last one being Zac and he was accompanied by the same man yesterday.

“Good morning Zac!” you called out as the little boy looked up at you.

“Good morning y/n” he answered but instead of giving you his usually fist bump he bowed in front of you. That was new.

“I’ll pick you up when I can son. And my, my I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Zac’s father,” he said to you with his hand reaching out for a handshake.

“I’m y/n, I’m one of the new daycare assistants here. Nice to meet you,” you introduced yourself as you shook his hand.

“The pleasure is all mine, I’m sure my son is in good hands with someone organized like you unlike that clutz,” Zac’s dad added. 

‘Clutz? Does he mean Vash?’ you thought.

“I’m sorry?” you asked as Zac looked down.

“Oh don’t worry your precious head dear. Just take care of my son. I’ll pick him up same time like last time,” the father said as he turned around to walk away with a smirk. Your stomach turned from what you just heard as Zac went to go put his stuff away.

Right when you were about to begin, Vash entered through the entrance as the kids gave a loud “Good Morning Vash!”

Vash turned to look over and flashed a small at the kids, only it was the same smile he gave you last time. That weird empty one.

“Hi kids! Running a little late, but I’ll be right with you!” Vash said as he went to go change in the lounge.

Throughout the day Vash wasn’t his usual cheery self. It was almost like he was distancing himself with the kids. He wasn’t cracking his usual jokes or the puns you grew to like. Plus, it seemed as if he was trying to keep himself busy with the other staff and only help out with the kids when necessary. You thought back to what Liz told you about not getting involved, but today just felt wrong when you talked to Zac’s dad. You figured you’d talk to Vash later.

Right when it was nap time, you made sure all kids were tucked into their little blankets and pillows. Nap time meant it was your lunch time, and Liz’s turn to watch over the kids since she helps with prepping the activities. You walked into the employee lounge and saw that familiar blonde hair eating his lunch at the table.

“Mind if I join you?” you asked him.

“Sure, how can I say no to you?” Vash said as he pulled up a chair next to him.

You liked how Vash was always kind to you since the first day you started working here. You were a bit shy at first, but he was the first to make you feel included when you had lunch your first day. His bubbly personality and the way he talked to you made you feel comfortable to start talking to him more. But today, you could tell something was off and prepped yourself on asking.

“You’re too sweet Vash, thanks,” you told him as you sat next to him while pulling out your homemade lunch. You noticed he hardly took a couple of bites from his lunch, which he usually is the first to eat everything he has.

“Everything okay Vash? I never took you as someone running late this morning,” you asked before taking a bite of your lunch.

“Oh yeah, something came up, but it’s no big deal y/n,” he replied as he picked at his lunch.

“Um, Vash I heard something weird this morning,” you added as you looked at him. He halted but didn’t look at you.

“I met Zac’s dad and he made a weird comment while we were introducing ourselves,” you continued and you noticed Vash’s eyes widen.

“...What did he say?” he asked hesitantly.

“He said he trusts me to take care of Zac unlike a certain clutz,” you continued. Vash held his breath and you furrowed your brows in worry.

“So there is something wrong,” you replied.

“Y/n, it’s okay. I’m fine really,” Vash said as he tried getting up.

“Vash wait!” you said as you grabbed his shoulder.

“I know you’re not fine. Just please, talk to me. What happened yesterday?” you begged.

Vash looked at you with guilt in his eyes and walked towards you. He sighed and was about to reach out to you, but retracted his hand.

“I appreciate it y/n, but I don’t want to burden you with my problems. Let’s just forget this happened. Now, I gotta go, my lunch is almost over,” Vash said.

Before you can even get the last word, he ran out from the lounge. Your heart ached at what he said. But you knew there was more to what happened yesterday. If Vash wasn’t going to tell you, then your next best was Zac.

You finished up whatever you could of your lunch with the little appetite you had. Liz already woke up the kids and was getting them ready for play time. You escorted the kids outside while Vash was in charge of setting up the table and snacks for the kids later. Now was your chance. You looked for your familiar rowdy boy, and spotted him sitting by the swings by himself and not with his friends.

“Hey Zac, mind if I join you?” you asked as he looked at you.

“You sure? Other kids are having more fun,” he said.

“Of course, besides I rather hang with my favorite toddler you said while tickling him as he laughed.

“Okay, but only because you’re one of my favorites,” he said shyly as you sat on the swing next to him.

“How come you’re not with your friends today?” you asked.

“I didn’t really feel like it,” Zac said as he looked down.

“Is it because of this morning?” you asked him as he shook his head.

“No...well kinda. More like yesterday,” Zac admitted.

“Zac, you know you can tell me anything right? I’m always here to help if you let me,” you told him as he looked at you.

“You pinky promise you won’t tell anyone y/n?” he asked as he extended his little pinky to you.

“I promise Zac, cross my heart,” you said as you did the motion.

“So...Mommy was supposed to pick me up, but I was surprised when Daddy showed up. I was really happy to see him, but he said some mean things,” Zac began.

“Mean things about who?” you asked.

“About Vash. I told Daddy about how cool Vash’s arm is and I wanted him to see it. When Daddy picked me up, he said I shouldn’t hang around someone like him. Daddy says he’s clumsy and irresponsible and that’s why his arm is like that so he doesn’t want me to end up being like him. But I really like Vash! And I didn’t like what Daddy said, but I didn’t know what to do. I feel like it’s my fault,” Zac explained as you couldn’t believe what you just heard.  

You didn’t realize your knuckles turned white from how hard you were clenching. It all made sense why Vash was acting the way he was. Zac’s dad had no idea how much Vash has done for the kids, especially for Zac. If anything Vash was the most responsible out of everyone. He practically knows everyone’s likes, dislikes, allergies, and favorite food. Heck, he even knows the parent’s phone numbers in case something happens. You took a deep breathe and looked at Zac.

“Hey, it’s not your fault Zac. You were just telling your dad how much fun it is being with Vash right?” you told him.

“Right, but now Vash has been acting weird too,” Zac added.

“I know, but what if we can fix that?” you added as Zac looked at you.

“How?” he asked. 

“Well, I have an idea. Just leave it to me. But if anything, Zac, you’ve helped me more than you know,” you told him as Zac smiled and gave you a hug.

~*~

Once play time was almost over, you went up to your coworkers about your little plan. You needed all the help you could get from them to help cheer up Vash and make a point to Zac’s dad. You wanted to make it happen by the end of the week, and they all agreed it was doable. 

“Whatever you need y/n, we’ll make it happen!” Liz said as the other nodded.

“Thanks everyone! I’ll keep Vash distracted, and remember he can’t know until the day of,” you said as everyone agreed. Liz and the other workers made a few calls to the parents before they went to go pick up the kids for the next couple of days. Heck, Liz was even pulling a few strings to get some necessary decorations in before the big day. Meanwhile, you made sure you kept Vash occupied for the next couple of days whenever your coworkers were working behind the scenes. It was difficult with how Vash wasn’t his usual self, especially when Zac’s dad came to the daycare. But you made sure everything was going according to plan. You were especially sneaky when telling the kids since they were crucial for this plan.

“You all need to pinky promise me you can’t say anything until it happens okay?” you told the kids.

“We pinky promise!” they whispered and giggled as you handed them a few extra snacks before Vash came into the room. 

“Hey what’s going on here?” Vash asked them as he stood next to you.

“Nothing,” the girls replied cheekily while the boys had their lips sealed shaking their heads.

Vash didn’t believe it, but you put your hand on his shoulder. You didn’t catch Vash’s little blush as the girls smirked.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s a new game they’re playing. Losing team has to do everything the winning team says if they spill the secret,” you explained as the kids nodded and ran off.

“Oh Vash, that reminds me. Liz says we’re getting more snacks Friday. I know I’m in charge of opening, but I need your help on carrying them inside, especially since we order them in bulk. Can you help me do that please?” you asked as you put your hands together with your best smile.

“Hmmmm, I don’t know,” Vash said as he was still skeptical.

“I promise I’ll get you fresh donuts for the morning if you help me,” you chimed.

“You drive a hard bargain y/n, but it’s a deal. I’ll see you tomorrow morning with those donuts,” Vash said as he did finger guns and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“7 o’clock okay! No later than that!” you told him as he nodded.

‘It’s all coming together,’ you said to yourself.

~Friday Morning~

You had a bag of donuts as promised for your blond coworker and made your way to the daycare. You messaged Liz and your other coworkers that you ready on your end, while they were too. All you needed was Vash. As you walked up to the daycare, you saw him with those orange shades of his. You waved as he spotted you.

“Morning Vash!” you chimed.

“Morning y/n, are those donuts I see?” he asked.

“Yes! As promised, BUT you need to help me remember,” you reminded him as he tried reaching for the box but held it away from him.

“Right, so where’s the snacks?” Vash asked.

“Yes, but first,” you started and you reached for his wrists and held on to them as Vash immediately turned red.

“y/n, what are you-” he wanted to ask but you cut him off.

“Do you trust me...like how I trusted you when I first started working here?” you asked Vash as you gave him a little squeeze.

“y-yeah, but why?” he inquired.

“Just, please trust me on this. It’ll all make sense once I show you,” you answered with your best puppy dog eyes.

Vash looked away as you noticed him turning red while you felt yourself getting a little hot as well.

“Okay, okay, just stop with that look. My heart,” he muttered the last part to himself as you let go not quite catching it.

“Okay, so I need you to put this on. You can’t take it off unless I say so,” you told him as you pulled out one of your bandanas.

“Wait what?” Vash questioned.

“Trust me please!” you retorted with a small pout as Vash looked away again as he was starting to get flustered with your expressions.

“Okay, okay,” Vash agreed as he kneeled down and you tied the bandana around his eyes. You didn’t realize how soft his hair was, or just how pretty he was up close. You started getting a little warm and shook your head just thinking about what you just thought. You checked the blindfold to make sure he wasn’t able to see.

“You promise you can’t see anything?” you ask him.

“I promise, but can you tell me what is going on y/n?” Vash begged.

“Trust the process. It’ll make sense once we get there. I’ll lead you, and I promise I won’t let anything happen to you” you told him as you grabbed his hand once more and started guiding him.

Vash’s blush made itself apparent on his cheeks and silently thanking that you weren’t looking at him.

You both walked a bit further, occasionally checking that Vash wasn’t stumbling behind you until you stopped at the play ground. Everything was ready as you looked at Vash.

“Okay, we’re here. You can take the blindfold off,” you said as you let go of his hand.

Vash did as you told, wondering what you were hiding.

“SURPRISE!” a chorus of voices yelled out

Vash jumped back as he rubbed his eyes, wondering if this was real or not.

“What’s going on?” Vash asked as he looked at you while you flashed him a smile.

Okay, everyone I’m going to end it here for now. I’m sorry this is long! But I promise the next part will have more fluff! :) Let me know what you think! I’ll try to post the next part as soon as I can! 

@marydragneell​

[writerbythewater-blog]

Stereotype

Paul was about to walk into the breakroom when he heard one of his coworkers speaking.

"The kid’s just so damn dumb. Can't even remember his classmates' names, or when work is due. How is he in your class?"

Walking into the room Paul saw the speaker was an English teacher for the grade below him. They hadn't spoken to each other but Paul thought his name was Smith.

"Yeah I've got him. He keeps asking me how to get to his classes. I know it's only the third day of the school year, but the kid should have learned the hallways by now. He was in the school last year too. Still doesn't even know my name, but I heard from his teachers last year he never learned theirs either. Honestly, how did he get this far?"

How could they talk about a student that way? Did they really think it was okay? Paul hoped they at least knew better than to say this shit in front of the kid in question. He put his lunch in the microwave while he listened to them. Trouble with name's, date's, and direction.

"I know. Have you seen the kid's handwriting yet? Can't even make out half of it, and the stuff you can is backwards half the time!"

"His numbers are no better."

Poor handwriting and backwards letters and numbers.

"How's his reading time? Out loud I mean." Paul asked glaring at the two. They jumped in their seats, having not noticed him walk in.

"Oh uh. Pretty slow. Maybe a paragraph a minuet, and he stumbles over most of the words. At least that's what I heard from his last English teacher. They told me not to bother trying to call on the kid in class it would just slow the class down."

Paul frowned at them both as he pulled out his lunch.

"Have you read his file? Sounds to me like he has dyslexia." Paul sat down across from the two.

"Oh yeah I think he said something about that on the first day, but that only explains the trouble reading." Smith said, rolling his eyes.

"No it explains everything else too. Dyslexia affects every part of a person's life. There's a reason it's a disability." Paul said calmly. Every demigod he spoke to had the same stories about school, and not just them every dyslexic child that walked into his class did too.

By the time they reached his class so many other teachers had failed them that they had given up. He worked so hard to earn their trust and hated handing them over to a new teacher the next year. Their files stated they were to be given aid that many of them were so shocked to receive like their past teachers never bothered. Listening to these two idiots talk he understood why.

"At least one of the children in your class has a disability and instead of doing your job and helping them learn your what? Complaining about them to other teachers? Do you talk to the child in question like this?"

Smith tried to speak, but Paul just kept going. Pushing on like Annabeth always did when she knew she was right.

"A quick Google search, which you can do at your desk, would reveal a lot about dyslexia. However, sitting down and coming up with a plan with the student would work even better. I'm sure his file says he needs to be given extra time on tests, or have them read aloud to him, have you talked about how to accommodate that? Or, since you know time management is difficult for him, how to make it easier to remember when work is due or a planned test is coming up. If handwritten work is hard for you to read. Have you spoken to them about finding a way to use the schools computers to type work up instead, or did you just write them off? Did you just wash your hands of a child who needs help?"

The two teachers slouched in their chairs lookin anywhere but at Paul. Rolling his eye's Paul ate his lunch, and left the two to think about their choices. In the meantime Paul needed to plan. The child needed help, because he already knew he was dyslexic he should have a class with a teacher to help him learn to work with it. Paul would need to swing by the class and inform the teacher about these two, the thought made him glare at them again, and ask if there was a way they could help.

Even in the classes they tended to only focus on what would help the kids in class, but hopefully if Paul brought it up the teacher would be willing to help. He also needed to talk with the Princable. If these teachers were willing to say this stuff in the breakroom Paul worried about how they spoke to children in the classroom. Children tended to not report things their teachers did wrong, because there wasn't really a known way they could. Finishing his lunch he packed up, and left to set up meetings with one last glare at the two. He had work to do.

[no-phrogs-in-hats]

If I Could Turn Back Time

Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader

A/N: This fic is cross-posted on Wattpad and Ao3

Chapter 6

Two weeks had gone by since Larissa offered me the teaching position at Nevermore. It was impossible to decide. It would certainly be an increase in my wage, but I’ve taught at Jericho High School for the past two years. I’ve gotten to my students, and I’d hate to leave them.

However, there was the subject of the students at Nevermore–children who don’t fit into societal standards. Children who needed all the love and care in the world. Children who were deprived of that love and care. 

I sat at my desk as my students worked on their assignment, zoning out on my computer screen for so long that it went to sleep. Contrasting thoughts bounced around my head.

You should go.

No, don’t do it. 

Yes, do it. It could be good.

But your students love you.

I came out of my trance when a chill ran down my spine. One of the girls from my class approached my desk after class, her voice quiet and meek.

“Um…Miss Foster,” she spoke. “At the beginning of the semester you had mentioned you had relations to Outcasts. Well…I’m doing a research paper on them, and I was wondering if you’d be able to answer a few questions for me.”

I smiled softly at her. “Of course, ask away.”

“So, you said you had relations with Outcasts,” she said after pulling out a notebook and pen. “Would you care to evaluate on that?”

If I was being honest, I truly didn’t mind her interviewing me. “Everyone on my mother’s side is an Outcast.”

She scribbled down my answers and continued asking me questions.

“If you don’t mind me asking, are you an Outcast?”

“...I am. But not many people know, so I’d prefer if you’d keep my name out of the paper.”

“Did you go to Nevermore when you were younger?”

“No, I never had the opportunity. I attended Jericho High School.”

“What’s your experience been as an Outcast?”

I thought for a moment before answering. “Well…I won’t lie to you. Most people didn’t know I was an Outcast. And because of that they treated me like any other Normie. So, it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. However, because I couldn’t go to Nevermore, I never had the chance to be myself, and I think that was the most damaging part of it all.”

A few days later, I was sitting in the teachers’ lounge, scrolling through my phone as my coworkers sat around the table laughing and carrying on as they ate their lunches.

“Seriously,” one of them laughed. “I will never wrap my head around why they still let those freaks into Jericho! They can stay at Nevermore through and through.”

“Careful, Rachel, you don’t wanna get canceled!” another jeered. 

Everyone around the table was laughing, except me. To stop myself from berating every single one of them, I stuffed my sandwich in my mouth.

“Oh, come on, (Y/N).” The guy next to me elbowed me playfully. “Why don’t you ever join in on our jokes?”

Another teacher across the table scoffed. “Don’t even try, Dave. She’s always been sensitive. You should’ve seen her back in school! You couldn’t even mention something negative about Outcasts around her or she’d beat your ass.”

“I just don’t find it funny,” I murmured. “That’s all.”

Before they could respond, I stood from my chair and threw my trash away. When I left the room, I could hear snickers from my colleagues, but I ignored them and kept walking down the hall. While I had aimed to go back to my classroom, I ended up running into the Principal, throwing him a friendly smile.

“Miss Foster,” he smiled. “I was just looking for you! Can you come with me to my office?”

I was confused, but still, I followed him. 

When we arrived at his office, I took a seat in front of his cluttered desk. He folded his hands on the table, sighed, and averted his eyes. 

This isn’t going to be good.

“It has come to my attention,” he said, “that there are rumors of you being an Outcast.”

My heart dropped. I had completely forgotten about the interview my student had me do. But how did it get out? She hadn’t used my name in the paper. But then, it dawned on me. As soon as my student left, another walked in to ask me a question. I had no idea how long he had been standing there.

There was no use in denying the rumors. It would come out eventually.

“Um…the rumors…they’re true,” I mumbled.

“This is not an easy thing to do, (Y/N).” He finally looked me in the eyes, and I knew instantly what was coming. “But, after the recent murders, a lot of suspicion lies on the Outcasts.”

Here it comes.

“And, I cannot have an Outcast working at this school.”

I took a deep breath as I processed his words. “But, Principal Miller, it isn’t–”

“I’m sorry,” he interrupted. “But, if parents hear word of it, they’ll become angry. They’ll insist on not sending their children to school, and we can’t have that.”

Tears of anger sprang into my eyes as my voice strained. “We can’t have that? Or you can’t have that?”

“(Y/N),” he said, “I know it’s–”

“It’s what?” I asked, my voice rising and the tears starting to fall. “It’s unfair? It is. You will never know what it is like to be treated lesser than everyone else. To be fired from your job for being different!”

He huffed. “I cannot have a…a…freak…on my staff!”

The way he shouted at me–the way he called me a freak–made me realize that no matter how many Outreach days we’d have, no matter how much Normies and Outcasts appeared to get along, they will never see us as equals.

“You’re to be gone before the end of the day,” he stated. “I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

After standing up, my hands balled into fists, I looked him dead in the eyes with a sneer on my tear-streaked face. “No you’re not.”

Without another word, I turned and left the room and made a direct line for my classroom to gather my things. It wasn’t until I had slammed the door to my house that I finally broke down. And, it was evident then, that the universe had made the decision for me.

So, after calming myself down, I picked up my phone and went into my contacts. With a shaking voice and trembling hands, I sniffled as I made a phone call, praying that she’d answer. “Larissa? Yeah, it’s me. Um…I was just wondering. Is that teaching position still available?”

[the-converse-high-top]

shavuot day 1 debrief

so this was like day 3 of realizing that even if you wake up at 8:30am it doesn't mean youre actually going to get out of bed at 8:30am. I need to get better at that. but I finally got up at like 11 and started getting ready. when I went out to check on the rest of my family I saw that my mom and my brother were both wearing navy. I asked if I should go change and they both said no, but then my dad also put on a navy shirt and I was like "ok now I have to go change" and so I changed into a navy shirt. then we walked to the place where we were having lunch (a friend's house) and I infodumped about linguistics the whole time to my mom :p we ran into some family friends on the way who are also working at the camp im working at so I said I'd see them on friday :) when we got to the place I remembered that there were literally going to be 100 guests. legitimately 100 people. this family is notorious for large gatherings but I think this is their biggest one yet. now, on Saturday I was at another friend's house who had asked me to sit with her so she didn't have to be alone sitting with people she hated. I at first sat with my parents bc I didn't see her but she caught my eye and basically mouthed "save me" and so I came over. but then once everyone got food (it was buffet style) there was nowhere for me to sit, and someone had already taken my old seat, so I was relegated to the end of the table. it wasn't so bad though bc I ended up talking to my friends older sister and some of her friends about who's getting married and who's having kids and everyone's love life (it literally felt like a scene from a tv show or a book it was kind of surreal). in the middle of that my friend who had originally asked me to sit with her got up and left with a bunch of other people (but I like gossip so it's fine 🤭). eventually I got up and found my parents again and just stood next to them while they talked to their friends. then I got to hold a baby :3 and then it was time for dessert. now it is a 4 year long time honored tradition at this house to do a cheesecake contest on shavuot, and it keeps getting better every year. last year they had a plate for every family with 1 slice of every cheesecake; but this year they had a big platter for every family with a cup of every cheesecake so it was less messy and more accessible to read. my dad and I voted for cheesecake #14 and my mom voted for cheesecake #1 (my brother didn't vote because he doesn't like cheesecake :p). in the end last year's winner came in second, and the wife of the house won the contest (it was cheesecake #1. it was so basic. #14 was at least butterscotch flavored). my future coworker stopped by again to say hi to everyone, and then my family headed home :) I talked to my mom about these two guys I don't like the entire way home XD and now I'm debriefing before I shower because I am so sweaty 😩 time to do it all again tomorrow 😄

[ohraicodoll]

Figment | Chapter 2

(gif credit: sic-vita) Chapters:  2/7 Fandom:  The Sandman (Comics & TV 2022) Rating:  Mature Relationships:  Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Original Female Character, Dream/Reader Characters:  Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Original Female Character, Matthew the Raven, Lucienne Additional Tags: Mix of TV Dream and Comic Dream, Spice a little later, kinda enemies to lovers, Cause Dream likes when people backtalk to him, lots and lots of tension Summary: She had only been able to enter other’s dreams two years ago, but she knew the rules.

Don’t interfere with the dream. Don’t create anything in another’s dream. Don’t destroy anything in another’s dream.

But then she stupidly broke one of those rules and the Lord of Dreams does not take kindly to others messing with his domain. Chapter Summary:  Nightmares and Dream Kings. Read Here on AO3 Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

Chapter 2

I was being paranoid.

The first week after seeing the mystery man I downed whatever caffeine drink I could find. Just an ungodly amount of caffeine and sugar that kept me up late and then had me crashing hard. Forcing a crash meant I didn’t dream as much and if I didn’t dream, maybe my little transgression would be forgotten about or unnoticed.

When my body started to get used to the caffeine and I found myself nodding off while typing, I started googling things like intermittent sleeping and if sleeping medication staved off dreaming. The answer was no. So I took to napping a couple hours at a time for the next few weeks, but never a full night's rest.

I was thinking about the mystery guy too much and because of that, I kept seeing him in the brief dreams I did have while napping. He peered into the glass window of the café I sat at while a cat served me coffee and a human girl napped on the floor. When I walked across the branches of 100-foot-tall trees, I could feel those black endless eyes following me from far below on the forest floor. As I walked on the ocean floor with a large jellyfish chatting my ear off, I could have sworn it was his reflection I saw on the surface of the water, large and looming.

Thinking too much about something could bring it into the dreaming and since I was so anxious, he was going to appear of course. Right?

The intermittent napping wasn’t working unless the goal was to give me bags under my eyes the size of a bean bag chair. Another downside was that I was an adult that needed to work an adult job that required focus, which was not something I had.

After sending the same email to the wrong person three times in a row, I gave up and decided to take a sick day halfway through lunch. A girl had to eat and getting fired for fucking up an important document and emailing the wrong vendors wasn’t going to help the situation. I was going to have to sleep. This wasn’t sustainable and it’s not like that was actually the Lord of Dreams!

Of course not.

I splashed water on my face in the bathroom to try and shake off the increasing numbness I’d been feeling. It was disconcerting how much I’d been feeling this way in the past two years. Almost like the real world was the dream and vice versa. I felt like a shadow and after the few weeks of restless days and nights I’d been having, I wasn't even a solid shadow. I was thin and flimsy and my skin was looking a bit more faded.

My coworkers were chalking it up to the breakup but honestly, I hadn’t even thought of Thomas that much. Which probably said something in itself about how attached I had been in the relationship. He’d tried to stop by the office since I’d blocked him but luckily, we had a receptionist who gave me the heads up and he was told I was out of town for a conference. Jennine was a real one.

Hoisting my bag on my shoulder, I began the walk back to my apartment fifteen minutes away. The plan would be to go home, get some sleep, and if I dreamed I would stay strictly in my own. I hadn’t gone into anyone else’s since Thomas because no way was I risking that, but maybe if I was being watched I could act like I was completely normal and he’d move on.

Completely normal and not able to go walking around people’s dreams or remember them during the day or able to break your ex-boyfriend’s dreams out of drunken anger. Normal. I could do that. I had years and years of practice before two years ago, I could totally do that.

Pausing at the crosswalk for the lights to switch, I ran a hand over my tired face. Everything was a blur around me, barely registering, and the combination of heat and humidity from a passing Summer rain pressed onto me.

I was exhausted but anxious, the two pulling my brain in every direction. There was no telling how long I could keep this up. If that was the dreamlord and he was onto me, he was far more powerful than I was. He was already outlasting me. But what exactly did I do wrong? I didn’t ask for any of this.

A loud bird caw right above my head made me jump, startled, a few seconds before I realized my foot had slipped off the curb and into the street right as a semi-truck passed by. The world came back into loud, sharp focus and the truck blared a honk as it drove passed and my heart raced.

Blinking, I looked up to find a very large raven perched on the streetlight above me. It’s head quirked and then it fluffed up its feathers.

My heart was hammering and hands shaking from the close call, but I couldn’t help myself from staring at the bird. For a second, I wondered if I was dreaming and the raven had been trying to warn me.

“Thanks for that,” I muttered under my breath then shook myself, starting to walk forward as the walk sign turned on.

I needed sleep. I had thanked a bird. And I definitely had most likely hallucinated it bowing its head with a look of understanding before it took off into the sky.

_________

The forest was cold and foggy, the treetops so large and encompassing that I couldn’t even see the sky if I tried to in the utter darkness. My breath was coming out in ragged breaths, small puffs of white blowing in the cold.

I was in a nightmare. I hadn’t had one in so long, but the sleeplessness and exhaustion had probably brought it on.

My heart was thumping loudly in my ears and the sounds were so loud around me. Tiny snaps of branches. The chittering of bugs and night creatures. I swallowed and tried to calm myself. I couldn’t wake myself up if I wasn’t calm.

Something was watching me. I could feel its eyes on my back like heat searing my skin. I knew I shouldn’t turn, shouldn’t look behind me, but I couldn’t help it. Holding my breath, I slowly turned my eyes to look over my shoulder into the darkness of the forest. For a second everything was quiet and still except for the soft rasps of my frantic breathing.

Then eyes appeared and then more eyes, hundreds of eyes and dozens of mouths smiling dangerously in stark relief against the black void. I could see the slight inky movement of tentacles reaching and grasping the trees around it.

And then it started to run or whatever version of running a giant mass of eyes and teeth and tentacles could do, grabbing whatever it could to pull itself forward. It was so fast, so very fast and cackling and it rushed towards me.

I took off running.

The monstrous thing laughed, trees breaking under its grip as it bulldozed forward. I flew, hopping over broken logs and dead leaves. My feet were bare, each slap against the forest floor like sharp spikes through my heels, and all I had on was what I had passed out in, jeans and an oversized shirt. The cold stung and the small branches easily tore through the thin fabric and sliced up my skin.

It was gaining on me. I knew it. I wasn’t a runner, never had been, and even in this dream world I could feel the sharp ache in my sides that reminded me of that fact. I tried to choke out a cry for help but the cold ate the words away. There were eyes in the forest, eyes all around me, pressing in against me in the darkness. No moon, no stars, only a void and the cold.

There was a door ahead in the distance. I almost sobbed in relief and tried to force myself a little farther. If I reached it, I’d be safe. It couldn’t follow me through into someone else’s dream. There were rules to the creatures that inhabited the dream world and unlike me, they had to follow them.

Tears stung and I could feel the sharp bite of a dozen little cuts all over my body.

Just a little bit more. The monster laughed louder, closer, teeth gnashing.

My body slammed into the wood of the door, the impact reverberating through me and my own teeth slamming together as I desperately reached for the door handle. It turned easily but when I opened it, my stomach dropped.

It didn’t lead anywhere. The frame stood on its own and the other side was only more forest except now there were rows and rows of doors on either side like a hallway without walls. I shook, sobbing, and ran through grabbing the next door’s handle on the left.

Empty. I grabbed the one across. Another empty frame. Another and another. Each one led nowhere but gaped wide back into the dark forest like a never-ending taunt. There was no escaping.

The monster was so close and I could see the thrashing of its tentacles whipping around in the darkness. It was so big, impossibly huge as it came closer. I screamed in frustration and fear as one by one the doors led nowhere. Closer and closer, the mouths talked in a chorus of echoing voices, calling my name and mocking me.

Could I die in a nightmare? I had heard about some that were so scared in dreams that they gave themselves a stroke. I had heard of sleep paralysis and then there was dying in your sleep from unknown causes. And I was more aware in dreams, could feel the echoes of them in the real world. Could it kill me?

I shook another door knob in rage and screamed at it, watching it swing back into the open air.

Tentacles wrapped around the frame of the main door that had led me here, no longer running but curling slowly and dragging its body through. So many eyes, wet and roaming all over its body and taking me in. The mouths were fanged and sharp and grinned at me.

“...so ssssscaaared….soooo aloooone…” its mouths whispered, the voice sliding along my skin like thick, sticky tar.

I backed up, staring at this monstrous creature with disgust and terror. I couldn’t even feel the pain of sticks stabbing the underside of my feet, the small droplets of blood welling up and staining the forest floor.

It was only a few yards away now, grasping empty door frames to pull itself forward, body squeezing and filling the narrow corridor between doors.

I kept stepping backwards, away, but not sure where to run or if I turned around and tried more doors it would grab me and rip me to shreds with all its teeth. Wake up. Wake up! The words pounded through my head. My back hit wood and I could feel another door at my back. End of the line. I desperately reached for the doorknob blindly and let out another sob when it didn’t even open. Locked.

Of course.

“...nooo…where…to..runnnnnnn” the monster hissed mockingly, chuckling as it towered over me.

It lunged. I screamed.

The door opened behind me and arms yanked me back harshly, my body falling backward.

I was still screaming when the door slammed shut and dissolved, leaving me in nothing but an empty black void.

There was no light, no sense of ground or sky or walls, but I could see perfectly. I was shaking so badly. The arms wrapped around my waist let go unceremoniously and I fell to my knees, heaving in deep breaths and shuddering with how hard I was sobbing. It took me a while to understand that I was out of the nightmare, that I was safe. I think. But finally, shaking and face completely wet with tears, I forced myself to sit upright and look over my shoulder at the person who had grabbed me.

The stranger. There he was, standing in the void, towering over my hunched form.

Instead of a peacoat this time, a long inky cloak flowed around him like flickering shadows, flames dancing along the edges. He blended in with the void, made of pure darkness and moonlight. His skin was so pale, like marble, and his hair was a mess of black surrounding a face sculpted sharply from porcelain. But those eyes. Black, pure black, with twin stars staring directly at me, drilling into me. It hadn’t been a trick of the shadows back in the bar.

“It’s you,” I whispered breathlessly.

“So it would appear,” he replied, soft but powerful, like silk in thunderstorms.

The momentary relief halted, fear returning to flood my veins. I wasn’t sure if I should stand, stay kneeling on the ground, or make a run for it. But where could I even go? He quirked his head almost like he could read my thoughts. Could he read my thoughts?

I settled for slowly pulling myself off the floor, my legs weak from the effort. My clothes were torn and shredded from dirt and blood and the dew of the fog, hair matted to my face and neck. But I tried to at least stand with some dignity even if my feet felt like they’d fall off.

“You-,” I licked my lips and could taste coppery blood, “You’ve been in all my dreams lately.”

His face was an unmovable mask as he peered at me with those black eyes, “I have.”

“You’re the dreamlord,” it came out a shaky whisper, as if speaking it out loud would cause the door to burst open and the monster to come in. But he heard me, the barest twitch of a raised eyebrow.

“It seems you do, in fact, know of me,” he replied, almost mockingly, “So I can also assume you are not as ignorant as you try to seem about what you have been doing in my realm.”

I winced, hands balling into a fist at my side. I was scared and nervous and intimidated but there was this feeling deep down of indignation that I wasn’t sure about, “I vaguely know of you, but I didn’t think you were real. Just nonsense adults tell kids.”

“I assure you I am very real,” his words held weight as he took a step forward, “I am Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, and Lord of the Dreaming. And I believe, little dreamer, it is time we had words.”

I blinked and suddenly, my clothes were back to normal. No sign of damage or blood or dirt from my run through the forest. I couldn’t feel any of the scrapes and cuts anymore, though there was still a ghost of pain from where they had been. I was whole again, in one way at least.

Morpheus stepped forward, a good head taller than me and radiating a power I could feel all around me, “You interfered with another’s dream- a dream you should not have been able to access in the first place. And now you seek to hide from me.”

I swallowed, staring up into those bottomless eyes, and tried to find my voice, “I…did, but not on purpose!…I- I mean not the interfering part, I did enter another’s dream and I did try to hide but-”

One of his eyebrows raised as I bumbled my way through an explanation, “I did intend to enter the dream but I was drinking and I was upset and it wasn’t my best moment and before I knew it I was breaking things and-”

“Enough,” he cut me off. “You knowingly entered this man’s dream?”

Shrugging halfheartedly, I sighed, “I didn’t know it was going to be his, but I did know it was someone else’s dream. It’s…something I’ve been able to do for a couple of years. For some reason, before that, I couldn’t even remember my dreams, much less mess around with them.”

His jaw clenched and eyes danced away, a move so subtle I probably wouldn’t have noticed it if he wasn’t hovering over me. “There were…circumstances that kept most away from the Dreaming for a long time. Even thus so, a dream walker has not entered this realm in centuries and for good reason,” Morpheus spoke.

The term dream walker rolled in my head, settling in as if to yes, “Yes, yes, that’s what we are.”

But I frowned, the fear and tension starting to become an even tenor, almost like my body was getting used to being high strung and therefore it was less intense. Afraid but not as much. Dream was intimidating and powerful, but something itched in the back of my head that whispered, “He’s only a man.”

Dream walkers had been around though. My grandmother had said she had the gift when she was a kid and that it ran in the family. She wouldn’t have known about it unless she had done it herself so that was a lie.

“Or maybe they all learned how to not get caught,” I mumbled absentmindedly before realizing I had said it out loud. The implication that he’d been outsmarted, that they’d been under his nose and he didn’t even know it.

His eyes instantly returned back to mine, a flicker of anger in them as the twin stars burned red. And that pleased me for some reason. Like I, a mere mortal, was able to get a reaction from him.

“I am the Dreaming,” he practically growled, “This is my realm and you deliberately have broken my laws. Mortals cannot traverse through other’s dreams.”

“If that’s so, why can I?” I snapped back. It was like an out of body experience. The exhaustion and anxiety and frustration from the last few weeks of pushing myself to the limit to hide from him had it all rearing up. He’d caught me, there was no more hiding, but is what I did so reprehensible?

“I didn’t ask to be able to do this. It just happened and you know what, I’m not sorry,” I bit out, straightening myself out and standing taller, “Yes, I did go into another person’s dream but I didn’t know it would be Thomas’. But even then, that asshole deserves to have his little fantasy smashed to bits.”

It had to be delirium that was propelling my mouth, because I’d gone insane. Morpheus’ lips pursed and those twin stars flashed in his eyes as he stepped closer, bearing down on me.

“You dare-”

“For two years, I’ve been a good girl and didn’t interfere once,” I cut him off, anger roaring in my ears, “I do it one time and you’re acting like I might as well have killed someone. So how about we call that fucked up little nightmare that tried to eat me a slap on the wrist, I agree to not mess with anyone again, and call it a day because I am tired of turning around and seeing you in every corner of my dreams.”

He stepped forward again, so close I could feel his breath on me. Power rolled off him, his cloak whipping around our feet angrily. The flames from the inky fabric did not burn as they danced off him and brushed against me, the cloak sliding along my skin whispering of dreams and nightmares and stars and shadows and stories so ancient. In the vastness of the black void we stood in, he seemed darker than the mind could fathom.

The Dream King glowered, otherworldly and beautiful and full of fury, and glared down straight into me with hot anger, “You deem to tell me what I should do, little dreamer? You have no idea the games you play. The Dreaming is not your playground to do as you like and I am not yours to command.”

I raised my chin, “What is dreaming if not a place where you can play out your fantasies? I didn’t hurt anyone and I don’t see how I’m yours to command either so we’re done here.”

The corner of Morpheus’ lip twitched in unamused humor. “Impertinent little thing,” he whispered coolly, so close to me I could feel it.

“Well you’re really going to hate this,” I muttered, craning my neck to stare back directly into his eyes, almost a challenge.

I could see Morpheus knit his brow as he tried to guess at my words but by the time his mouth formed the shape to yell at me, I’d already quickly whispered out my command.

“Wake up.”

There was no melting away. One second, I was staring up at an angry ancient being and the next, I was jolting upright and breathing hard. My hands gripped the bedsheets, straining to ground myself in some way in the real world. I was awake, the room was whole and empty. No cuts on my feet, no swirling black cloak. No black void, no angry Morpheus. Safe.

I cupped my face in my hands, groaning loudly as my skin settled into normal gravity. I could still feel that anger roiling inside me but reality was taking hold, dousing it quickly in ice as the realization of what I’d done settled in. I hadn’t been drunk this time, had only been fueled by exhaustion, sleep deprivation, and the fear from the nightmare. But still, I had yelled at the Dream King.

I had essentially yelled at him and then shut a metaphysical door right in his face. What was wrong with me?

I was so fucking dead.

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Hold My Hand

Trigger warnings: Character death and mention of surgery and stabbing.

Word Count: 1,965

Author’s Note: This takes place during season 6, the episode where Lucy Knight dies. It’s inspired by the song “Hold My Hand” by Lady Gaga.

They weren’t even out of the parking lot when Robert Romano got a call on his cell phone. A clunky thing, he hated it. Hated it especially when he was about to have a night off with the woman he loved. He hated it even more now that someone was on other line telling him John Carter and Lucy Knight had been attacked by a patient. Both of them had been stabbed, it wasn’t looking good. Weeks, months, even years later he couldn’t remember exactly who had called him. Maybe a secretary, hell maybe Kerry Weaver. His adrenaline was already running high as he pulled back into his parking space.

“You have to come in with me.” He had told Emily Gorman. They had been dating for more than two years. He loved her. He loved her so much that he kept her hidden from the hospital. None of his colleagues needed to know about her. She was his. But this attacker was on the loose, no one knew where he was and Robert was not going to take his chances.

“Okay.” Emily didn’t hesitate. She climbed out of the car and was next to him as fast as she could be. Robert was complicated. On edge a lot, he certainly believed no one was going to fall in love with him. Then there she was. On a rare day off he had visited a museum and she was the curator. He was floored when she agreed to go out with him, even more when she loved him back. For Emily it was as easy as breathing. Yes, Robert had his prickly side, but the moments where he thought no one was looking - the moments he let himself be kind and calm - that was where she fell in love with him.

After work she had taken the L train to meet him as he was finishing at the hospital. She didn’t mind that he never introduced her to coworkers. Part of her suspected that he was worried she would see the infamous “Rocket” Romano personality she had heard of. She wasn’t ignorant of the fact that his co-workers had a certain disdain for him. She heard how he acted on occasion. Most prominently when Lucy Knight had shown up at their house at nearly midnight on Christmas Eve to ask him to perform a surgery only he was qualified for. When he talked back and down to her, the young woman didn’t blink - she called him out. He started to get ready to leave the second he closed their door. Apologizing to Emily with a soft kiss, she just smiled and told him good luck. Getting to see that side of Robert was a Christmas present unto itself.

They climbed into the elevator and up to the surgical floor.

“I have to change.” He said quickly. “There is a lounge or you could wait in my office if you wanted.”

“Robert, go help Lucy and Carter. I’ll be here.” She assured him and he allowed himself a moment where he didn’t care if he was at work as his lips found hers. In need of calming and assurance, which Emily was always willing to give. It would be the talk of the hospital by the next morning.

She had only been in Robert’s office once when she surprised him for lunch. He had hurried her quietly through the hallways and closed the door behind him.

“If I didn’t know any better, Robert, I would think you were ashamed of me.” She had joked.

Immediately his arms were around her. “It’s more I want to keep you to myself. The barbarians in this place don’t need to know my personal business.” He showed her off when they were at galas and the occasional parties. His mom absolutely adored her, but people like Peter Benton didn’t need to know he was kind to anyone. It would ruin his reputation.

She sat at his desk, lazily reading through some medical journal. Well, trying to read through a medical journal when he walked in late. It was clear he was exhausted.

“Hey.” She said standing. “How are Lucy and Carter?”

“Lucy is in post-op. Lizzie and I had to crack her chest. That bastard butchered her. Carter is still in surgery. They had trouble controlling the bleeding, but they were able to save his kidney.” Emily brought her hand to his cheek as he let out a sigh. He didn’t want to go home in case anyone needed him. Not to mention the mountain of paperwork and administrative meetings he was going to need to attend to deal with how a patient got a butcher knife and attacked two of his staff. The couch in his office was looking mighty comfortable and if he could have his arms around Emily as he slept - all the better. He was about to suggest it when his pager went off - 911 to post op.

“I have to go. I’m so-“

“Robert, don’t apologize. I’m here.”

“I love you.” He said quickly before he pecked her lips.

“I love you too.”

“Order some food. You should eat.” He called as he headed out the door. Emily did just that. She ordered his favorite food from his favorite late night spot. Being a surgeon, a highly respected one at that, Robert’s hours were all over the place. Emily had gotten to know what restaurants in Chicago stayed open late.

It wasn’t long until the food arrived and she set it out on his desk, pushing the medical journals to the side. Surgery could take hours, so she settled in slowly eating, but she was surprised when he came back quickly. Robert’s face was pale, his eyes cast toward the ground.

“Robert?” She was immediately in front of him, he didn’t even bother to close the door.

“Lucy threw a clot.” He said quietly. “We tried to get her into CT to remove it, but she threw more.” His voice was monotone, almost like he didn’t believe the words he was saying. “She didn’t make it.”

Emily threw her arms around him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Robert respected Lucy. He couldn’t not respect Lucy. He told Emily that she was smart. Emily loved her gumption when she showed up on Christmas Eve. Now she was gone. Emily pulled back to look at the man she loved. His deep brown eyes looked lost, sad, and angry. “This wasn’t your fault, Robert.”

“I should have been better. I should have-“

“No.” She cut him off quickly. “I know you. I know how you work. You’re an incredible surgeon. Elizabeth, from what you’ve told me, is an incredible surgeon.”

“One of the best.” He said with a small nod.

“Then Lucy had the best.”

“I have to.. I need to go close her up. We had to open her chest again and I… She shouldn’t stay like that.” Emily nodded. “Will you come with me?” She grabbed his hand lightly and let him lead her through the halls of the surgical floor. She could tell there were whispers from nurses, other doctors, that Robert Romano was walking hand in hand with someone. Neither of them cared. Leading her into a room, Lucy was laying on a table. Her chest open and bloody, it was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.

Putting on a fresh pair of gloves, Robert grabbed some equipment and slowly began sewing her wounds.

“She would have made a hell of a doctor. A hell of a surgeon, really.”

“Coming from you, I know that’s a compliment.”

“Do I not compliment people enough?” He asked.

“Not from work, no.” Emily remarked. She stood next to him as he continued to work. Still wearing a light blue surgical gown over his dark blue scrubs, time seemed to tick by slowly. He was almost finished when a woman walked in. Wearing green scrubs, with a crutch in her right hand and short, deep red hair, her eyes were fixed on Lucy. Based on listening to Robert’s complaints and comments about work, she knew this had to be Kerry Weaver. Emily took a few steps back, letting the doctors have a moment together.

“I had to close her chest.” Robert explained simply. She stood on the opposite side of the table and grabbed a small pair of scissors, cutting the thread as he finished. “Thank you.” She began pulling the sheet over Lucy. “The nurses can do that.”

“I know.” She answered before her eyes fixed on Emily and then again on Robert.

“It doesn’t seem a good time for introductions, but this is Emily Gorman. Emily, this is Dr. Kerry Weaver.”

“Dr. Weaver.” Emily said with a small nod.

“It’s nice to meet you, Emily.” The woman answered back. Kerry didn’t know what to think. At first she wanted to be angry. Robert letting some random person into this room, but then she looked at him. Robert ‘Rocket’ Romano was not one to be rattled. If you had asked her 24 hours earlier, she would almost think Robert incapable of it. Now, he looked almost shell shocked. Kerry has suspected he had been seeing someone. Robert accused the ER of being a gossipy place, but the surgical floor wasn’t innocent of it. After the surgeons gala more than a year earlier there were talks of Robert dancing with a pretty brunette who he held to his side the rest of the night. This must be her, and he clearly needed her by his side now.

“You should go home, Robert.”

Robert shook his head. “There’s going to be meetings and calls.”

“I can handle it.” Kerry assured him. “Anything that needs your attention can wait until your next shift.” He nodded and took off his gloves. His hand finding Emily’s again.

“Have a good night, Kerry.” He said quietly.

“Goodnight, Dr. Weaver.” Emily added as they walked toward the door.

“Goodnight.” Kerry called after them. They returned to his office and Emily packed their food. He was silent as they walked to the parking lot. He didn’t even try to object to Emily driving them home. He was quiet as they unlocked the door and Emily put the food in the fridge. Gretel trotted up to him and he sat on the couch, allowing her to jump up and he softly scratched her neck and ears. When Emily came into the living room he was staring into the TV, which he hadn’t turned on.

“You should go to bed.” He said as she sat down next to him.

“I’m okay.”

“You have work in a few hours.”

“I’ll call out.” She saw his jaw slightly clench.

“You shouldn’t.”

“Yes, I should.”

“Damn it, Emily! Go to bed!” His outburst was even louder in the middle of the night. Emily saw it for what it was. Robert was very good at pushing people away. He perfected it, even. He didn’t like anyone seeing him vulnerable. It was much easier to get angry, to make people leave. Slowly she reached her hand toward his. As soon as their fingers touched he held on for dear life as he couldn’t stop the tears anymore. He leaned into her, his head on her shoulder.

“It’s okay.” She whispered before wrapping her free arm around him and he moved himself closer to her. It was like a dam breaking. His shoulders shook as he sobbed. How dare this happen? How dare Lucy die? It wasn’t fair. It was anything but fair. “I’m here.”

“Emily.” His voice was broken.

“Just hold on to me.” She urged. “Don’t let go.” It didn’t matter if he cried for a minute or for hours. She was there, she would always be there.