#standing with his hands inside his pockets where his parents are running to hug him

[thepavementsings]

I'm so glad you made time to see me/ How's life? Tell me, how's your family?/ I haven't seen them in a while

You've been good, busier than ever/We small talk, work and the weather/Your guard is up and I know why

So this is me swallowin' my pride/ Standin' in front of you sayin' I'm sorry for that night/ And I go back to December all the time

[luveline]

JADEEEE i'd love to see an interaction between hotch and teacher!reader outside of school? maybe jack sees her first and step away from hotch for a moment to say hi, hotch gets scared when he realizes jack left but reader comes with him just a moment later because she's panicking too like 'why are you alone? where's your dad?' and jack takes her to him. is that ok??? i hope so! love you <3333

I love you ty for your request! —Hotch flirts with Jack’s favourite teacher, because he’s never as subtle as he should be. fem, 2k

Jack reads a couple of books a week now his dad is home more often. His mom used to read to him some because he loves them, but she preferred to tell her own on the fly. His dad isn’t as good a story teller, and when he does try the stories don’t end up very happy, so they read. Sometimes two or three books a night if they're short ones. 

With Jack’s library card they can borrow ten books. With his dad’s, another ten. Twenty altogether, enough to last the month if they’re careful or if dad gets called away a lot, which he usually does. 

“Can I look for Super Pup?” Jack asks his dad. 

Aaron sits on a chair a little too small for him in the kids section. “What?” he asks, looking up from the back of the large picture book Jack’s just handed him. 

“Super Pup?” 

“I’ll help, buddy.” Hotch looks like he’s going to stand, then hesitates. “In a second. Don’t go where I can’t see you, Jackers.” 

Hotch is tired. He didn’t come home until very late, but he’d woken Aunt Jess anyway and, when Jack woke, there his dad was sleeping in the beanbag by his bed. He’s sore all over now and exhausted from a restless night. Jack feels sorry, as much as he can for being six nearly seven, but he also knows that his dad doesn’t mind the hurting. It was nice to wake up together after a few days apart. 

And now he’s brought him to the library, and after that they’ll go for groceries. Jack should be quick. If they get home before dinner time his dad will ask him if he wants to nap together, which is the best. They just lay there in the big bed with the fan on and snooze until it’s too late to cook, so his dad breaks out the takeout menus, and promises he won’t do it again with a quick hug from behind. 

As though it makes him a terrible parent for feeding his kid. Jack can’t know how guilty it makes Hotch feel to do it, and Hotch doesn’t seem to notice how much Jack loves these days where his dad is exhausted and totally his. 

Jack runs around looking for Super Pup. Hotch’s phone beeps in his pocket, and he fights to keep his eyes open.

A ways away, you browse the fiction section in a crouch, knees somehow totally under your skirt, flicking aside spines of skinny books for something you can read at lunch time. Something that doesn’t require much attention, and could be read in short intervals. You used to demand a half hour to yourself when you first started teaching, but that was before the lonely kids started cropping up. Kids with no friends, or sad smiles, who want company and quiet alike. 

You reach for a pink-spined Japanese translation as a little hand pats your elbow. You’re so used to kids you say, “What’s up?” before you remember you aren’t at work. 

You turn in your crouch to look behind you. “Oh, hi, Jack! What are you doing here?” 

“Me and dad are looking for books.” 

You smile at him genuinely, happy to see your favourite student, even if you’re terrified on the inside at the prospect of his father. He’s the most gentlemanly man you’ve ever met. He’s arduous in how respectful he is, he’s understanding, and he’s tall, dark, and handsome. It is a chilling collection of traits. You stumble whenever you have to talk to him. 

But Jack is easy. You and Jack talk every day. “What sorts of books? Just for fun?” 

“I want to read Super Pup.” 

The kids love Super Pup and his magic bark. You stand promptly, suddenly much taller than Jack as you brush down your skirt. “Wait,” you say. Mr. Hotchner gets called away for work all the time, but he wouldn’t leave Jack alone, would he? “Where’s your dad? You’re not by yourself, are you?” 

Jack laughs. “No! I’m looking for Super Pup! Dad’s tired.” 

You can’t decipher exactly what those two things have to do with each other, but you can guess how panicked his dad will be to find Jack so far from the kid’s section. Fiction is the other side of the library. “How did you end up over here?” You offer your hand. “Should we go back and find your dad?” 

“I saw your skirt, Miss L/N. I like the flowers.”

He takes your hand, clumsy to your gentleness. “Thanks, honey. Let’s go find dad before he calls his scary friends and has your name on the news.” 

You get to the kids section slowly. Endearingly so, but nerve-wracking, too, because Mr. Hotchner can be intimidating. Jack likes holding your hand, you think, clinging to your fingers as he guides you across the library, past the staircase down to the first floor, and back to the kids section. 

“Jack?” Mr. Hotchner asks loudly, turned away from you both near the graphic novel selection. “Jack.” 

“Mr. Hotchner,” you say. 

“Dad!” 

He spins on his heel. His shoulders relax noticeably, but the stress in his gaze remains. 

“Jack, I said stay where I can see you,” he says, not half as scolding as he could be as Jack lets go of your hand and runs to his legs, where he stops. “Please, buddy. You gotta listen to me.” 

Jack turns between you and his dad with a smile, “But look, it’s Miss L/N.” 

“I can see,” he says softly. 

Mr. Hotchner leans down, taking Jack up into his arms with impressive ease, and begins the walk to you where you’ve stayed. 

“I hope he didn’t interrupt you,” he says. 

“Please,” you say, “he’s my favourite. Just–” You wince. “Don’t tell anybody at school I said that, Jack. Please.” 

“I think we can keep this secret,” Mr. Hotchner says. 

“He was just telling me that you’re looking for Super Pup. If you don’t find it, we have copies at the school library. And we can always order you one.” 

Mr. Hotchner gives you a small, and what you know to be rare, smile. “I don’t think he even looked.” 

“I did look!” Jack disagrees, though his disagreement barely has any attitude to it, a credit to his upbringing. 

“You clearly weren’t looking in the right place.” 

“I was too. How would you know, you were sleeping!” 

“I wasn’t sleeping,” Mr. Hotchner says to you. 

You tuck your hands behind your back. “It’s okay, Mr. Hotchner, I believe you. In my classroom we like to say we’re resting our eyes.” 

“Aaron,” he says, as he says whenever you speak to each other, and as you always forget to call him. Not a demand but a suggestion you’d swear to be bordering affectionate. 

You’ve been Jack’s teacher for two months this year, and almost the entire year previously. In the summer when they leave, you’ll find out if you’re moving up a grade with him, but until then, you’ve made the most of such a nice kid, and you aren’t shy to tell that to Aaron. You don’t mind that Jack spends his lunch time with you. He embodies all of the reasons that pushed you to become a teacher in the first place. 

And his father is a good reason to stay. He’s one of the only nice (hot) dads. 

You do worry often that he can read your expression. His lips have quirked into a bemused smile, what’s so funny? He’s terrifying. 

“Aaron,” you rush to say, and fill the silence you’ve made, “It’s nice to see you.” 

“It’s nice to see you, too. You’ll see me on Monday, so you’ll be sick of me by Tuesday.” 

You rock ever so gently on your heels. “You aren’t working.” 

“It’s Jack’s birthday.” 

You nod, pleased. “I know! I know, we already talked about what cupcakes he wants, didn’t we? Everybody’s gonna have rainbow sprinkle, and for a treat we’re going to watch a movie before lunch.” 

“Do you do that for every kid?” 

“I do.” 

“How do you afford it?” He lowers his gaze. “I just mean, it’s expensive to do that for every birthday.” 

“Luckily for me and unluckily for the kids, quite a few of them have birthdays outside of term time. Thirty students is three trays of ten, and that doesn’t usually break the bank, even if things get tight. But… I don’t know, I guess I just have to make room when it does. It’s special to feel special, and,” —you smile, exuberant and a little shy at once, clutching your elbow in your hand— “Jack always makes everybody else feel special. ” 

The boy in question turns into his fathers chest, pleased beyond words. 

Aaron gives you a long, long look. “Thank you,” he says. 

“Oh, you’re welcome.” 

You say goodbye to Aaron and Jack and wish them both a good weekend, which you spend wondering what the pressure of Aaron’s hand would be like on your shoulder, and if you should be ashamed of yourself for thinking about it at all. He seems like he’d give a good hug. You catch yourself picturing him opening a door and ban yourself from thinking of him at all. 

Monday morning, you stand at the door ushering your students inside, and you can’t help beaming when Jack and Aaron arrive. 

“Aw, Jack, where’s your birthday badge?” you ask, fall air nipping your nose. 

“He was feeling too shy,” Aaron says. He’s in casual dress again. Some men should be banned from half-zips, it’s inhumane. 

“You were?” You bend just a bit, hand in your pocket. “Well, I thought you might be, so I brought my badge from home. It’s super shiny, bud. What do you think?” 

You show Jack the badge, It’s My Birthday in silver against a rainbow backdrop. 

Maybe it was silly to bring, but you had a feeling he wouldn’t want to wear one, and maybe he should. He deserves for all his friends to give him some attention, and to have them fight over who gets to sit with him at lunch. 

“We have something for you,” Jack says. 

You stand straight. “You do?” 

Aaron hadn’t been expecting to be the one to give it to you, that much is obvious. He hesitates for a second before he passes you a small brown box, the top of which is made up of four leaves folded into a dome. You have an inkling of what it might me. 

“Thank you… Can I open it now?” you ask. 

“I think you should wait for lunch,” Aaron says. 

You raise your eyebrows but abide by his suggestion, murmuring another thank you as Aaron bends to give Jack a hug. “Have a good day. I’ll be here to pick you up, I promise,” he says.

It’s a great day. The kids are excited for cupcakes and overjoyed to get them before lunch. Not a crumb goes uneaten, and as they all sing for Jack with his borrowed badge, he’s actually happy for the attention. He doesn’t eat with you at lunch, which is a great thing even if you love his company. 

Alone, you fold back the leaves of your mysterious box and smile like an idiot when you confirm what’s inside. A cupcake slightly more sophisticated than rainbow sprinkle spreads icing across the brown carrier, and a business card leans against the other side. 

The front of the card is as you’d expected it to be spelling out Aaron’s contact details from work, and you combust thinking he wants you to call him, but it’s the back that you’d been meant to see. You read it as you fold down the leaves of the cupcake carrier, 

Thirty students, three trays of ten. What does that leave for you? —Aaron. 

Flirt, you think firmly, happily. He’s such a flirt. 

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OUTLAW (20)

ATEEZ poly!ot8 x Reader

Cowboy AU / Wild West

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Warning: none, mentions of the last chapter

A/N BETA READ (@mariana-mmtz). Just know I am reading every single one of your comments and reblogs. I love them so much!

You had no idea where it was you were going so late at night, but by the time you knew it you were standing in the alleyway where you had first come across the boys. You knew your older brother had the night shift that day and you didn’t want to pass by him, so you figured going through the window was the best thing. 

The lights to their room were on, which let you know they were still awake. You looked down, sighing to yourself as you began to get anxious from bothering them. However, you really needed someone to comfort you, and they were the first people you had in mind. 

It made you smile bitterly as you thought about how right your parents must have seemed to want more than one man to comfort you. But you didn’t want to think of that. All you wanted was for one of them to hug you. So you tapped on the window. 

As soon as Yunho opened the door, he looked at you in worry. Meeting his eyes, tears began to gather once more. You started to sniffle, quickly pulling yourself through the window as Yunho moved to get you inside. You allowed yourself to fall into his chest once you made it into the room, hugging him tightly as you silently sobbed. 

“Hey, Honey.” Yeosang whispered as grew closer to you two. He began to massage your scalp, trying to sooth you. “What's wrong?”

Yunho pulled you away from the window, moving to sit down on the bed. Jongho sat up from the other bed, the same worried expression on his face. You moved to Yunho’s side, placing your head in your hands as you harshly wiped away your tears. The anger you felt over the whole thing came back.

“The whole town thinks I'm a scarlet lady!” You cried. “The sheriff told my parents about the made up affair I had with Yunho and now they are starting to believe those lies.” You sniffled again, looking at them as your lips trembled. 

“Hey-Hey.” Yunho moved to crouch in front of you, his fingers wiping your cheeks. “You are not those people.”

You huffed in a breath, trying to talk without breaking down. “I know I'm not, but it hurts to know my parents think I am.” You frowned. 

“People just have a hard time understanding others.” Yeosang moved to sit next to you, his shoulder touching you for comfort without getting into your space. 

“They're my parents, Yeosang.” You stood up, softly moving around Yunho. “I know they're gonna think differently of me, but it pains me to know that they would rather believe some town gossip.” Your voice grew smaller.  

“And yeah, maybe I have been spending too much time with you guys-”

“So you're gonna leave?” Your head snapped towards Jongho who’s shoulders were sagged and his jaw was tight. 

He didn’t allow you to finish whatever it was you were going to say, but he felt like he knew where it was you were going to go. It was always the same when they came across someone who could be a potential friend. Potential lover–at least for him. 

He could see that the others must think of you in the same way. He saw all the glances the boys would take when looking at you. It was usually when you were doing something out of pocket, like arguing with Wooyoung or sneering at something one of them did. 

You weren’t like other women who tried to follow everything a man would say. You always had something to say that left them all laughing. Even if they were to come across someone like you, they would never allow anything to go that far because they were criminals. No one ever gave them the chance to explain themselves and if they did, who would want to be on the run forever. 

“What?” You frowned at him.

“You're gonna make us leave?” Jongho slowly stood up, looking at you with an intense look. “Stop coming to see us? We understand why you would want to-”

“I would never leave you guys for something as stupid as gossip.” You told him a bit too harshly. “My business is my business. I'm not gonna fall for their stupid game of charades.”

“Why wouldn't you?” Jongho continued. “You're a working lady who needs to find a husband who would give her what she needs.”

Your heart seemed to pull at itself as you took in Jongho’s words. His words stung a bit, thinking maybe he didn’t see you in any way other than a woman who should be at home. He didn’t peg you as the kind of person to think that way. He was always open with the way you talked about things. He even said that he liked that way you were. Why did he tell you those things now?

“And what do I need?” You asked him. “I have it here. At the hotel.” You glanced around, playing with your fingers as you looked up at all of them. “With-With you guys.” You whispered. 

“I don't want to find a man who will stick me in a house to take care of kids. I don't want to be forced to change because someone wants me to.” You looked at Jongho who couldn’t meet your eyes. “I want to be free.”

Jongho’s lips trembled at your words. He was quick to turn around to avoid looking at you. 

There would always be a part of Jongho who hoped to live the life that was so commonly found here. Fall in love with a woman, get married and live on a farm with the right amount of animals. He would work for his family and provide for them. His wife would be waiting for him every day with dinner and kisses. 

But this was the life he knew was meant for him. It wasn’t that he resented it, it was what took him out of his depression way back when. He would never give up what he had with the boys to live that kind of dream life. But it will still be a dream that was hidden deep within his mind. It might have been small, but Jongho knew there were better things for others than the life of a criminal. 

“Jongho.” Your voice brought him out of his stupor. However, he chose to ignore you and went to enter the bathroom. 

Your shoulders dropped as you watched his retreating back. Yeosang and Yunho glanced at each other, sighing. 

The youngest had always been the one who looked like he didn’t enjoy the life they led. He has expressed multiple times that wasn’t the case and that he was happy to have met them all. However, it was clear Jongho wanted certain things in life that were not available to them. They knew the boy had grown attached to you.

“How about we go back to the rest of the guys?” Yeosang called out, smiling softly at you. “You'll feel better.”

You turned to the tall man, frowning. “But it's late. It'll take us hours to get there.”

“Did you stop trusting us?” Yunho laughed. “We're bandits, Angel. We know what we're doing.”

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Vision Beyond Sight- How darlings of the Harbinger’s got their visions (Part One, Childe, Pantalone, Signora)

Childe

She got her vision one early morning, she was helping with the household chores with her siblings. She was carrying firewood back into the house when she heard someone call her name from behind her. Before she could even turn around she was tackled by a hug, falling into the snow. There is a man’s laughter as she turns around on her back to see the man above her. She saw that red hair and those blue eyes, and it took her a moment before…

“Ajax?”

 He nodded in reply and they hugged again. She can hardly believe it, Ajax is back, oh how long has it been? Seven, eight years? There was surprised laughter from her as she was swept off of the ground by her old friend, him holding her like a bride. He spins her around in his arms and once he sets her down, her first instinct is to ask why is he here, but before she can see from over his shoulder that there are at least four Fatui agents, all of which look awfully cross with her. She looks at them and then back at her friend. 

“Ajax, who are-“

“You address him as Lord Tartaglia!”

The agent snapped at her and she jumped back, clearly startled. As Ajax scolds the man for yelling at her, you had to back up as you piece it all together. Her childhood best friend was the eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers. She did not know him anymore, this was not the same boy who left home seven years ago.

There was a lump in her throat as she heard her mother’s happy voice inviting the harbinger inside, inviting him in for breakfast. It hardly felt real as they all sat at the table together, there was talking but her mind was elsewhere. After breakfast Ajax asked if he could discuss something with her parents. They were talking in her father’s study while she was sitting in the living room, her mind going a million miles per hour. She goes to shove her hands in her pockets and then she feels something new in it. She slowly pulls it out and her heart skips a beat…

An Anemo vision…

She wants to be happy hut she’s so incredibly stressed that she couldn’t even force a smile. She hides the teal stone as the office door opens and out comes her parents and Ajax, all smiling and happy. Then they tell her…

“You’re going to be married to Ajax!”

She would have thrown up right then and there but she had to stay calm. She forced a smile as the harbinger kneeled down to where she was sitting and kissed her cheek and embraced her. The moment he lets go, she gets up and excuses herself, saying she needs some air. She slips out the back door, and walking through the snow like she is just going on a walk, but the moment she is out of sight of the house, she runs and doesn’t look back.

Pantalone 

She received her vision when her business was first doomed. She was out running errands, picking up some more office supplies, fabric, needles, thread, and so on. She had picked up your order of fine fabrics that were delivered to the post office, when she looked outside she saw the rain pouring down. She sighed and shook her head, rain in Sheznaya isn’t a good thing because it always freezes into ice and when one’s covered in water outside, normally you freeze. She sat by the window, the ordered fabric resting on her lap as she waited out the storm, at this rate it could be hours. She heard the door to the post office open and she could hear the footsteps of the patron followed by brief conversation. The sound of the clerk rushing to back registered in her mind, but she did not spare a glance, her eyes sticking to the snow outside. 

“Strange to see you out in this weather, my dear.”

She glanced over her shoulder at the voice to see the familiar face of Pantalone, the 9th of the Fatui Harbingers. She shot up to stand in respect, but he just chuckled and shook his head, telling her there is no need for such things. He sat down next to her and the two chatted, him asking how her business was going, how her family was, and so on. Soon the clerk returned with the Harbinger’s packages and apologized profusely for not having them delivered to his estate. The Harbinger smiled and nodded, saying it was quite alright. As he opened the door he looked at his “future” darling, looking at her with an expectant eye.

“Well, you coming? I know you aren’t going to walk home in this rain, and I simply won’t allow it.”

He ushered her out with him, his hand resting on her shoulder, guiding her to the carriage outside the door. He helped her into the carriage and sat across from her. The ride was quiet until there was the sound of Pantalone opening one of the package, a small one. She then notices that they passed her shop, she raises an eyebrow but shrugs it off assuming that he was perhaps taking her home, but then they passed that as well. 

“My Lord…”

“Hm?”

She tells him that they passed both her home and shop, but he ignores the question. He tells her how hard it is to be a person such as herself on her own, especially when there is so many people who would love to take advantage of her in the world. She can feel her heartbeat race as the harbinger set his hand on top of hers. Then her eyes goes from his smile to what he hold in his hand from the package, a ring box with a beautiful diamond ring.

“Marry me, and I will make sure you’re taken care of for the rest of your days.”

She tenses up and at that tenseness he frowns, knowing she’ll have a negative reaction. She shoves his hand off and yells to stop the carriage. The carriage slams to a stop and before the Harbinger can say something in his angered state, she opens the door and steps out with her belongings, saying she can take off herself. She walks off into the snow and freezing rain as the carriage drives off in the opposite direction, luckily she can’t hear the curses from the harbinger as he looses his temper. 

She walk in the cold and realizes what a foolish choice it was but then it hits her, she wasn’t cold. She then looks down at he stack of fabric in her arms and sees right on top of it all, a cyro vision. She returns home, unaffected by the cold. When she goes to open her shop in the morning her face is taken by horror, the windows are shattered, the door nearly broken off it’s hinges, but luckily nothing inside was destroyed, after all Pantalone’s orders were just to shake her up.

Signora

Signora’s darling received his vision when he was on patrol. He was taking a break from his usual duties as the Recruitment Captain and decided to give other knights a break by taking the nightly patrol. He was walking past the Goth Grand Hotel, where a number of Fatui were staying, he gave them a nod and a smile, they haven’t caused him trouble so far so he had no reason to hate them. Then in his ears there was a scream for help… it was coming from the front gates. He rushed down, jumping walls and sprinting down staircases until his feet landed on the bridge that faced the wilds, he stood between the girl that had called for help and a ruin guard. The knights who stand at the gate had run at the sight of it, he would have to address that later, but a ruin guard had never come this close to the city before, the closest he could think of finding one was at Star Snatch Cliff, what was one doing here? He turned to the girl and told her to alert the Acting Grand Master immediately. As she ran off he drew his sword as the mechanical monstrosity approached him.

He could hardly process anything when Jean came, along with Outrider Amber and Cavalry Captain Kaeya. He was pushed to the side and he found himself stumbling down to come to rest in an alleyway, he was so hurt he couldn’t process anything, not every the sound of voices and footsteps approaching him, assumingely to see what was going on at the gate. 

“…My love?”

He knight didn’t even process the voice till he saw a blond woman coming to kneel down next to him. He recognized her as one of the Fatui members her often saw at the Goth Grand Hotel in his patrol, but she recognized him as so much more. To Signora, she saw his face and it was the same face of her lover to died all those years ago, reborn again, those same eyes. But alas he had to join the knights once more, she just couldn’t bare looking at how hurt he was. She should just take him back the Sheznaya with her-

There was a scream that ripped through the air, The darling recognized as Amber’s.

He did not waste a moment before throwing himself to his feet again and running away from the fair lady, to her horror. She followed and watched and he ran back to the bridge, drew his sword, and swung it at the ruin guard. The Harbinger was ready to step in and save her long lost love, but she didn’t need to. She watched as water emerged from the lake and wrapped around the body of the ruin guard, like a snake, before harshly dragging it under, never to be seen again just as a hydro vision came to appear in front of him.

She saw the passion and courage in his eyes, but…

She would not allow his strong sense of justice to take him from her again…

[iridescent-petrichor]

silence feels better with you, chapter one

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 2K

A/N: whew that 10k fic ended up giving me multiple months of writers block apparently but I'M BACK (and on my birthday no less :D)

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It wasn’t entirely surprising when you hadn’t heard from JJ in a few days. You knew his dad had just gotten out of prison, and you knew how hard things got for him in times like that.

Still, it worried you when you checked John B’s house for the third day in a row only to be told that he hadn’t heard from or seen JJ either. You’d even swung by JJ’s house a few times, but you never stayed long. His dirtbike was never parked in the gravel driveway, but you’d always see JJ’s dad’s truck, and that was enough to scare you into searching elsewhere.

After days of texting JJ with no reply, begging him to come over, you finally got a text that made your day a little brighter.

I’m coming over.

You waited patiently for JJ, opening the front door before he even got the chance to knock, ready to greet your boyfriend with a whole plan of what the two of you could do together to wind down from whatever stress JJ's dad had surely induced.

The look in his eyes made the words die on your tongue.

He stepped inside, and you closed the door behind him, trying to pretend the tension in the air didn’t exist.

“We need to talk.” JJ finally mutters after a few seconds of painful silence, glancing between the floor and the pictures hanging on the walls of your parents' house.

You froze, eyes wide. Those four words alone were enough to knock the air out of your lungs.

“Yeah,” You start hesitantly, barely managing to speak above a whisper. “Yeah, uh- are you… okay?”

Every part of you wants to step towards him, collapsing into his arms and hugging him tightly until whatever was wrong went away. But you couldn’t. JJ may have been a few steps away, but you knew he his mind was miles and miles away from you. You knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t accept your comfort. Not like this.

Every part of JJ wants to just break down and run into your arms and tell you everything plaguing his mind. But he’s spent too much time with his dad recently. His walls are up too high. So he just stands there, staring at the floor, at the wall, at anything but you.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Your heart practically stops beating, staring at JJ with wide eyes. There’s a tense moment of silence where you’re praying you heard him wrong. Then, you start praying that he misspoke. That if you were silent long enough he would tell you he didn’t mean it, that he loved you and wanted to be with you forever.

But he didn’t. He couldn’t.

“JJ-”

He cuts you off instantly, not wanting to hear the heartbreak in your voice. “Y/N, no-”

You shake your head, your voice cracking as you try to speak. “JJ, don’t-”

“Y/N.”

You fall silent the instant JJ utters your name, saying it as if it’s a warning.

“I can’t do this anymore.” He repeats, finally looking you in the eyes.

A sob rips its way from your throat, and you have to force yourself to take a step away from JJ.

“Please, just- what happened?” You manage to choke out. “What’s- JJ, just talk to me-”

You knew JJ better than anyone. You knew the self-hatred that was swirling around his mind. You knew he was just lashing out because he felt unworthy, but his words and the harsh look in his eyes still stung.

“It’s better for both of us.” He says, shoving his hands into his short pockets, his gaze falling to the floor again.

No matter how much you tried to convince yourself this was just another one of JJ’s moods, you couldn’t help but feel like your world was crashing down around you. Your hands were shaking as you tried to take a step towards him, but he took two steps back, refusing to meet your eyes.

“JJ, please-” You hated the way your voice sounded, so broken and small, so quickly brought to tears by JJ’s words.

JJ took a deep breath, steeling himself before meeting your eyes again.

“We can- we can work through this-” You try to say, pleading with him.

“Y/N, we’re not-” He was already shaking his head, and you have to force yourself not to break down.

“No, we can- we’re fine, we can-”

“Stop-” JJ’s gaze darkened. “You can’t- just-”

“Just listen to me, please-”

“Y/N, I need you to-”

“JJ, just listen-”

“Y/N, just shut up!” JJ finally snaps, making your blood run cold as you stare at him. He looked so different from the boy you fell in love with that you couldn’t even recognize him anymore. “It’s done. It’s over. We’re done.”

“I love you.” You couldn’t help but whisper, hoping against all odds that it brings the love of your life back to you.

JJ stiffened at your words like they’d had the opposite effect on him.

“Goodbye.”

You barely had enough time to react, let alone respond, before he was already out the door, slamming it behind him so hard that a picture frame on the shelf nearby rattled. It was an old picture – one of you and JJ when you were kids. The two of you couldn’t be older than thirteen. JJ was stood beside you, his messy blonde hair in need of a trim. He had you pulled close to him, both of you grinning from ear to ear. It was after a long day of surfing, and you were both a little sunburnt and had flakes of sand all over you.

After a few moments, you spun the picture around to face the wall, unable to look at it any longer.

The silence of your house was getting to you, and you barely stood there in the aftermath of the breakup for more than five minutes before you were throwing your shoes on, making your way to Kiara’s house.

The second Kiara opens the door, her eyes widen, taking in the tear stains on your cheeks.

“Jesus, what the hell happened?” She instantly steps aside to let you in, and you can barely keep your composure, breaking down into tears the second she closes the door. You collapse into her arms, sobs racking your body.

It felt like you couldn’t breathe, and you clung to Kiara as tight as you could, your words barely coherent.

“He dumped me.”

Kiara pulls back just enough to look at you, sheer surprise on her face. “He what?” Her grip on you tightens protectively. “JJ fucking dumped you?

You don’t bother responding, knowing you’ll barely be able to get the words out as you stutter out another sob.

Kiara steadies you, giving you just enough support to keep you on your feet. Ever so gently, she brings you upstairs to her room, setting you on her bed and putting an arm around you.

Neither of you say anything for a while. Kiara stares at you, waiting for you to gather enough strength to talk about what happened.

There’s a moment where you aren’t quite sure if you’ll ever be able to speak about it. You cling to Kiara tighter, burying your face in the crook of her neck, unable to stop the tears from flowing.

“I love him, Kie.” You finally manage to say, pulling away from her long enough to wipe at your eyes. “I love him so much. It hurts so much-” A new round of sobs hit you, and you dig the heels of your palms into your eyes to wipe the tears away.

Still, Kiara stays silent. She continues rubbing your back, knowing that you just need to get it out now.

“I feel like my heart was just ripped out.” You croak, your throat hoarse from all the crying. “I miss him so much already. I need him, Kie-”

Kiara pulls you closer, hugging you tight and whispering soothing words, trying to calm you down from this heartbreak.

“I love him so much. I don’t even know what happened.” You sob, falling into her embrace again. “I feel like I failed him somehow.”

-

JJ, after storming out of your house, finds himself where he always finds himself – at the only place he’s ever called home.

He slams the door behind him on the way into John B’s house, startling the boy sat on the couch watching TV.

“Jesus, JJ.” John B mutters, reaching for the remote, turning the television off, and looking up at JJ. “Are you trying to break my door off its hinges again?”

JJ doesn’t answer, walking past him to the kitchen and grabbing a beer from the fridge. He pops off the cap, moving back to the living room to collapse onto the couch beside John B.

“What did you do?” John B asks, shifting in his seat so he’s facing JJ.

“I ruined everything,” JJ says under his breath, his eyes glazed over as he stares straight ahead at the wall. He takes a long drink of the beer.

John B recognizes the look in his eyes all too well. Sitting up a little straighter, he tries to get JJ to look at him.

“What. Did. You. Do.”

“I dumped her.”

There’s a thick silence in the room, and JJ sighs. He’s so tired of the tension that’s been following him around.

“Why?” John B asks after what felt like an eternity of dead silence.

JJ doesn’t respond right away, taking another swig of beer. He’s barely responsive, just staring straight ahead, his eyes blank.

“JJ.” John B nudges him, trying to get him to focus.

Still nothing.

“Hey, c’mon man.” John B nudges him again, harder this time as JJ takes a final sip of his beer.

Something snaps inside of JJ, and he stands suddenly as if the weight of what he did finally hits him, throwing the empty beer bottle into the kitchen of the Chateau, barely flinching when it shatters on the wall.

“JJ!” John B snaps, standing and grabbing his shoulders to get JJ to focus on him.

“I ruined fucking everything, John B!” He yells right back. “I broke up with her, okay? I fucking- I needed her, but-” He trails off, taking his hat off and tossing it across the room, running his hands through his hair.

“JJ, you gotta calm down.” John B tries to say, worried that JJ’s spiraling out of control.

“Calm down?” JJ turns to focus on him, eyes blazing with anger and frustration and heartbreak. “I just ruined the one thing I got goin’ for me, and you want me to calm down?”

“JJ-” John B stares JJ down, trying to ease the tension he knows is building in JJ’s chest. “Why’d you do it?”

“Because she deserves better, man,” JJ says, the anger in his tone dissipating into a broken sort of pain. “I mean, c’mon, we all know she’s gonna go far in life. She can’t have me dragging her down. That’s not fair to her. It’s- this is for the best.”

John B doesn’t speak for a moment, his brows furrowing in thought. He’d seen JJ get self-destructive before, but he knows that when it’s this bad it always leads back to Luke Maybank.

“JJ-”

“It’s for the best,” JJ repeats, giving John B a look as if to say there’s no room for argument. Because, in JJ’s mind, if there’s an argument to be had here, if he’s wrong, then he’s just made the biggest mistake of his life for nothing.

Maybe he has anyway but he can’t afford to think about that. He refuses to.

Instead, he sits back down on the couch, burying his face in his hands, trying to calm himself down. He can hear John B talking, but he tunes it out, his mind just replaying the pain in your eyes, the way your voice broke, the way you begged him to stay.

It takes everything in him to not throw something.

It takes everything in him to not go back to your house, begging you to take him back.

[johnslittlespoon]

hi :)) please can you do "stay where you are. i'm coming to get you" with biker!gale and leaving!john 🫣 they've gotten under my skin

background context in this brainrot | i combined these three dialogue prompts because i feel like they fit well together <33 more leaving bikeriders au yippie!!! tried not to get too deep into it since i am gonna be properly writing it at some point :-) | prompts

Gale’s ringer goes off as he walks through the front door of his house, and he fumbles for his phone in his pocket, brows furrowing in confusion when he sees John’s contact photo.

He’s only just returned from dropping him off a street down from his house– always paranoid about eagle–eyed parents– but he hadn’t rode off until he got the text confirming he made it inside, so he assumes this isn’t an “I got locked out, can you come get me?” call.

“Miss me already?” He smiles when he picks up, but he doesn’t get a laugh in return, just a shaky breath, and he tenses, finding the door handle.

“John?” He prompts, mind cycling through every possible scenario and feeling his stomach drop when John confirms his worries.

“Um, can you come get me?” He sounds small, voice unsteady. “Got into it with my dad.”

Gale knows this must’ve been a serious one, because his John has gotten good (in a way no one should have to) at shaking altercations with his parents off, so he’s out the door in a heartbeat, helmet under his arm.

“Course, baby,” he says immediately, not giving John any room to overthink. “You by your house?”

“Where you dropped me off,” John confirms.

“You want me to stay on the phone?” He asks, not wanting to leave him alone if he feels unsafe, even if he’ll be there in a few minutes.

“No, ‘s okay,” John says.

“Alright, stay where you are,” Gale starts up his bike. “I’m coming to get you.”

He manages to cut a good minute off the usual time it takes to get there; the quiet of the night helps, not much traffic to slow him down, but he’s still antsy the whole way, only feeling like he can breathe right again when he sees a familiar form slouched over at the curb, backpack at his side.

His heart shatters when he gets his helmet off and walks over and the first thing John does is apologize as he stands up, as if he has anything to be sorry for, and he can tell his eyes are red, headlights of his bike reflecting off the still–damp tears on his cheeks.

“Baby,” he softens his voice, pulling him into a tight hug. “Have you been crying? What happened?”

John melts in his embrace, burying his face into his neck.

“Guess they were waiting up for me to come back,” he mumbles, inhaling nervously. “Dad came into my room after I texted you, and he was…”

John pulls back, shaking his head.

“I’m not allowed back in,” he won’t look Gale in the eyes, and his hand shakes when he runs it through his hair. “I’m really sorry for calling you, I just didn’t know what else to do.”

One side of John’s face sports a red mark in the shape of a hand, and Gale grits his teeth, but he doesn’t comment on it, knowing John will just ask him to drop it. They can talk about it later.

"Don't be sorry. I'm really glad you called me, John."

John’s bottom lip trembles before he pulls it between his teeth in an attempt to bite back more tears, and if Gale wasn’t so focussed on making sure he was okay, he’d already be kicking down the front door to give his dad a piece of his mind.

But that’s not what John needs right now, he knows that, and it wouldn’t solve anything.

“Oh, honey, you’re safe now, I promise,” he says gently, pressing his palm to the angry red of his cheek, feeling John lean into his touch. “You have nothing to apologize for; I’m not gonna let anything happen to you now, alright?”

John nods, shivering in the chill of the night, and Gale runs the pad of his thumb beneath one eye, brushing away the tears that have gathered there.

“Let’s get you home. We’ll figure this out tomorrow, together.”

[countrymusiclover]

1 - Professor Reid

Part 2

Detective Stabler’s Daughter

Here's the first chapter and as always if you have anything you'd like to see. I always leave my stories open for suggestions.

“Are you sure you have your pepper spray?” My father Elliot asked me like the tenth question in the car driving me from our house to my college where my younger sister Kathleen was going to be attending this year.

Sending my dad a glance he was panicking far too much about this, especially since it was my senior year there and nothing bad has ever happened. “Dad, please calm down.”

“You know if anything goes wrong, call 911.” He added another point not hearing me.

I sighed, slumping my shoulders. “Dad! It’s my senior year. I will be perfectly fine.”

“I deal with the worst people in the city, honey. I just don’t want something to happen to you when I’m not there to protect you.” He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel waiting for the light to change green.

We finally pulled up in the parking lot outside the building of my first class. We had already moved my stuff in my dorm but my parents also said if I wanted to come home for a while I could. Getting out of the car I went around and hugged my father when he got out of the car. “Don't worry so much. Besides I'll have my sister here to have my back.”

“Y/n. Dad!” We turned our heads seeing my sister running towards us across the parking lot.

I broke the embrace from him, engulfing her in a tight hug. “Kathleen!”

“I've missed you.” I squeezed her tightly back even though we had only been apart a week since she moved in a week earlier being a freshman.

We finally broke our hug turning to face our father. He was standing in front of us simply just staring at us. He was always overprotective of every single one of his children. “You two need to stay in constant contact with each other. If you can’t reach the other, tell me or your mother immediately.”

“We know dad.” I grumbled loving him but this was a tad much.

Kathleen walked up to him, hugging him. “Dad, stop being such a worrier. Y/n and I will be fine without you breathing down our necks.”

“I love you both - uh I better get to work.” His phone vibrated in his pocket when he broke the hug with her. He began walking away from us pointing his index finger at us rounding the corner out of our sights. “Be responsible. Both of you.”

Kathleen and I said in unison, looping arms with each other heading off in the direction of our first class of the school year. “Love you dad.”

My sister and I entered the building seeing that the room was shaped like theater seating that were slightly surrounding the professor desk and large white board. We decided to sit in the second row seating in the middle for the best view, but where we didn't come off as so eager to learn. Reaching inside my backpack I drew out a light green notebook. “So do you have your sights on getting a boyfriend before you leave here?”

“What no.” I whipped my head around at my sisters question.

She huffed. “Why not?”

“Because I have been perfectly happy doing my college years without a boyfriend and I'm quite sure I can finish out my last one without one.” I explained to her sitting some pencils beside my notebook.

My sister clicked her tongue. “That's my goal for you this year. To get you a boyfriend.”

“How about you focus on your studies.” I reminded her.

The rest of the classroom began filling up with people before a different door was opened and closed behind the person who walked in. The guy that I assumed could only be our professor sat down on a satchel on the long desk. “Good afternoon class. My name is Dr. Spencer Reid. You can call me Professor Reid.”

“He’s cute.” I heard one of the girls in front of us.

I picked up my pencil marking notes for myself across the syllabus we had to have printed out before the first day of class and already read over it. “Awe.” Another girl rested her chin in the palm of her hands.

“I assume you all have read the syllabus but if you have any questions feel free to ask.” The professor explained brushing his hands over his clothes. He was wearing a gray shirt underneath a black suit jacket and some brown dress shoes.

Kathleen tapped my shoulder trying to talk to me. “They are right. He is rather cute.”

“Sssh Kath.” I warned her wanting to pay attention instead of gossiping.

“Okay let’s take a moment now to discuss the difference between a trigger and a stressor.” Professor Reid began the lecture for our first day of class. “A trigger is a sensory event experienced by an offender that precipitates subsequent behavior whereas a stressor is a longer term pattern of behavior or circumstances which pushes a person into behaving differently than they normally would.”

Some of the other girls in the class began twirling their hair and giving him the doe eyes, clearly not paying attention to what he was saying. “You’re probably gonna wanna write this down. I shouldn’t be telling you this but I’m definitely putting this on the final.”

“I’m only auditioning this class.” My pencil moved across the page taking down detailed notes until a girl with long black hair raised her hand in the air.

Our professor raised a brow. “Is anyone else auditioning this class?”

“Oh man. He’s definitely cute.” Kathleen mumbled under my breath.

I rolled my eyes at her statement seeing most of the girls in the class raise their hands answering his question. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Okay - unfortunately that is all the time we have for today. Thank you guys, class dismissed.” He paused, eyeing his wrist watch and dismissing the class earlier than the end time that was listed.

Kathleen began putting her stuff away getting to her feet to leave like most people were. “Cool. Out of class early on the first day. Can you show me around the campus?”

“Yeah sure.” I answered her.

I heard our professor’s voice call out to me suddenly. “Excuse me, miss. Can I talk with you for a second?”

“Uh me?” I turned my body around, eyeing him standing down by his desk.

He nodded yes to me. “Yes.”

“Oooh already in trouble on day one.” Kathleen teased.

I glared at her, waving her off and gathering my stuff to go meet him down at his desk. My sister slipped out the double doors into the hallway. “I’ll find you later. Hi Professor Reid, you wanted to speak with me.”

“I noticed you and your friend were the only ones really paying attention in my lecture today.”

I made a simple noise at his point. “Oh.”

“I just wanted to say thank you. It was kinda embarrassing to learn that the majority of girls in here are auditing my class.”

Hugging my notebook closer to my chest I sent him a kind smile not expecting him to admit that it affected him. “Well uh - thank you for saying that, Professor.”

“Call me Spencer - um only if you want to - if we’re talking like this. Never mind, I shouldn't have said that. That was very unprofessional of me Ms.-“ He stuttered on his words, shifting from foot to foot.

I felt my face turn red at what he had just said until I shook my head pushing whatever I was feeling away since I was a student and he was a professor. “Stabler, Y/n Stabler. I’ll - uh see you tomorrow Professor Reid.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Ms. Stabler.” He replied watching me exit the classroom while I peaked over my shoulder sparing him one glance before I was out of sight.

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[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

David Rossi X Trans Nephew Reader

Request:

I love your writing it great and so consistent. could you do one with a 16 year old comes out as trans (Female to male) to their parents and is rejected but Uncle David is there for them and accepts them?

I always love doing transgender readers.

Tw slurs

Third person pov...

"I will not have it She is our daughter!"

"You try telling Her that F/N (Father's name)"

Y/N sobs on his floor hugging his pillow tightly, shoulder shaking he grabs his phone and looks at the time. 30 minutes his parents had been screaming at each other about him.

30 minutes ago, he came out as Trans to his parents, he sat them down in the living room, he had been planning to tell them all year that he was a boy.

After he had told them it was silent, he had hope they would except him, 5 minutes later he was slapped by his father and was being shouted at by both of them.

Their father's scowl deepened, and he stood up, towering over Y/N 'We didn't raise you to be a freak,' he spat, his words like daggers to the boys heart.

Holding his cheek, he ran upstairs and locked his door hoping his father would not follow. "Why why did I have to be different why couldn't I be a girl" cries the distraught teenager.

Hearing more smashing and shouting he has enough, the boy stands on wobbly feet, he looks around at his room and makes a decision.

he starts to grab a bag and begin filling it with clothes, his toothbrush and couple other things he needs.

"That little bitch, she going to try and leave!" yells Y/Ns Father. He has never heard his dad so angry before.

"I have to get out of here" he says to himself before standing on top of his chair and running his hand the top of his wardrobe.

After a few seconds he finds his stash of cash he kept secret from his parents just in case telling them went south, he was right shoving the money into his pocket's Y/N grabs his bags a coat and heads for the window.

Lucky for him his window is large enough to get out of, looking down from the window he felt dizzy at the hight.

"Shit" thinks the H/C boy, he turns back to his room spotting thr pile of clean blankets he begins throwing them out of the window to make a softer landing when he leaves.

Suddenly banging could be heard outside his door. "You little bitch! You come out here right now!" Yells Y/N dad, almost breaking down the door as he slams on it.

Gulping Y/N sits on his window sill and looks down, suddenly their door was forced open. "You tr@nny! Get back here" yells Y/N dad.

Y/N decides and jumps of their window and lands not as hard onto the grass, he grabs his things and begins running away from the house and his parents.

8 hours and 5 minutes later...

Bustling of people wakes Y/N up, when he had left his home he took the bus all the way down to Virginia when his Zio Dave(1) was living.

Once he was off the bus Y/N made his way to the fBI academy where his Uncle works. Getting inside the building was easy getting past reception and up to the floor was difficult especially with the bruise of his face from his dad.

After managing to hide his face and get to the bullpen Y/N relaxed finally, remembered where his Uncle worked, now he had to find the man.

Nervously the boy straightens out his clothes making sure his face was covered he walked into the busy bullpen. He saw many agents walk past him

He then headed for a blind woman, she was standing infront of him, as he walked over he knocked into someone this made Y/N fall backwards his hood falling off.

At the sound the woman turned around, her face turned worried as shebsaw the noticeably large bruise on the young

H/C boys face.

"Honey are you okay?" She asks the boy holding a hand down to him, he flinched slightly at it which confirmed her thoughts.

Y/N hated that he flinched at the hand held out to him, his father's slap this fresh in his mind. As he stood up he saw a man walk into the bullpen.

Eyes full of hope he makes his way towards his zio. "Zio Dave! " Yells the 16 year old, Rossi turns around at the familiar voice of his nephew.

He turned around towards to the voice a smile on his face which turned into one of concern when he saw the large bruise on the boys face.

Grabbing the young boy into a hug Rossi pressed his face into his hair kissing his head and caddling him gently "piccolino, cosa è successo?(2)" Dave asked him.

Pulling away slightly Y/N looks at the man. "Mum and Dad, Uncle they they hate me" cries the boy, Rossi acts and shushs the boy nad hugs his tight letting the boy cry in his arms.

Once he fell asleep Rossi layer him on tjr couch in his officer, the man leaves the room once he knew he was asleep and walked to the round table.

Inside he found the rest of the team all gathered together. Hotch approached the man first. "Who was that Kid Dave?" He asks the senior agent.

Dave sighs softly running a hand down his face as he took a seat, the stress leaving his body. "That's Y/N my nephew and I think he just got hit by his Dad for coming out to him" he semi explained to them drinking the cup of coffee Emily bought for him.

"What do you mean, that he's trans?" Asks Spencer, Rossi nods his head drinking the rest of the drink he stands from the table. "Where are you going?" Asks Morgan.

Rossi stands in the doorway and turns to them a pissed of look on his face. "I've got a phone call to make and probably going to punch my idiota brother in law in the face" he tells them before leaving typing on his phone.

Months later, Y/Ns father was put in prison for child abuse, his mother tried to stop him from testifying. Instead she disowned him and left the state.

Y/N officially became his Uncle's sons and had never been happier or safer as he had before.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshkt, sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open !

Word count: 1133

[gladoswantscake]

Late Night Storm - Goro Majima x F!Reader

Summary: You were finally able to clock out for the night and head home to relax after a long shift, but there's one problem.

Warnings: None

Available on Wattpad and AO3

It was late at night when you finished your shift. The rain was coming down hard as you stepped outside. The cold wind was blowing very harsh, and the thin material of your coat provided very little protection from the frigid rain in January.

"Damnit..." You realize you left umbrella at home while you were in a hurry to get to work on time.

The only two options were to book it to the nearest Poppo and pray that you don't end up soaking wet from the bad weather or stay and possibly draw unwanted attention from the drunk men that stalk the streets.

You raise the small purse above your head and made a run for it.

In the distance, a Poppo store lit up brightly in the dark stormy night. You ran as fast as you could with whatever breath you had left in you and damning your high heels for slowing you down making you no longer dry.

Majima was finishing up his cigarette when he spots you running past him without a glance. Majima was in the same situation as you and the Poppo store was the only place that could provide him some temporary shelter. He takes one last drag from his bud and disposes it before walking back inside.

The sliding doors opening followed by a chime made the clerk perk his head out from one of the aisles.

"The rain still isn't letting up, huh?" The clerk notices Majima enters and returns to his nightly stocking routine.

"Not anytime soon." Majima shoves his hands in his pockets and watches the clerk restock the last couple of shelves.

Majima had been a local in the location for a while. It took some time for the clerk to warm up to Majima's personality. The clerk enjoyed his company due to it being so dead at night. It was better than dealing with aggressive drunks. He was only there to make some money and in the morning he was attending college classes. If the clerk ever told his parents about the new friend he's made, they'd be exasperated.

The clerk stands up to wipe off the dust from his knees. "It's a shame we don't have any umbrellas here to buy." He returns to his register. "I'll ask my boss if we can get some in here."

Majima leans against the counter of the register. His eyes lingering to find where you disappeared off to.

Suddenly, on the other side of the store a door opens followed by clicking sounds of high heels echoing through the quiet store, then you appeared in Majima's view. He could see how bad your condition was: Sopping wet clothes, matted hair, and smeared makeup.

Majima and the clerk took pity for your appearance. They both watch as you stride across the store, your arms tightly hugging yourself.

You stop in your tracks as you felt eyes staring at you from a distance. You glance in their direction and a blush appears on your face from the embarrassment. The two men quickly look away to allow you to go on about your business.

"I bet she'll be an icicle by the time she gets home." The clerk mumbles to Majima.

"She ain't got nothin' but sopping clothes to cover herself." Majima eyes her attire.

Your dress was long and once gave a flowy look that reach your ankles with matching high heels and a coat. It would have been more appealing if the fabric of the dress and coat wasn't drenched and clinging onto your skin for dear life.

The clerk takes notice of Majima gawking at your frail form. He's never seen this side of Majima before. Then a grin appears on his face.

"Go talk to her."

Majima looks at the clerk with his wide eye. He was unsure how he would be able to put your stress at ease when he has nothing to offer to you.

"I'm sure she could use some company." The clerk gestures.

Majima watches you hugging yourself close to try to bring yourself any bit of warmth you had left. Thunder roars loudly along with lightning illuminating the dark sky for a couple for seconds. You let out a quiet whimper and pleading to yourself for the rain to stop.

Now was his chance to try to distract you from your foul mood. He slowly begins to approach you.

His footsteps growing louder which causes you to turn and look up at the man.

"H-Hello." You tremble.

Majima replied to you with a warm smile to uplift your mood. Even with your messy appearance he still found you cute looking.

You looked tired as if you worked a twelve-hour shift and the dark circles stood out a lot more due to your skin being pale.

"I see you're in the same situation as me... Just less wet."

Majima chuckles. "Yeah." He crosses his arms. "Looks like ya got caught by the rain at really a bad time."

He gazes your late-night attire. He found it endearing and sympathetic at the same time, however he understood how uncomfortable you felt in your wet clothes. However, the way your dress clung to your body showing every curve on you made his heart skip a beat, and the faint smell of your perfume captivates him in a trance.

"I didn't think I still looked good after being drenched."

Majiama quickly catches himself staring at you longer than usual and clears his throat.

"Heh, sorry about that." He scratches the back of his neck. "Can't help it when I'm lookin' at something that's so eye catching."

"Oh well thank you for that. I'm surprised that I can still pull my outfit off even when I'm soaked."

"Thought ya needed some admiration to lighten the mood 'cause it looks like yer not having a great night."

"Pretty much." You shrug your shoulders. "I left my umbrella at home." You turn back to the window.

"That's a shame. If I had an umbrella, I'd lend ya it."

"That's very thoughtful of you."

Majima could see a smile appear on your face from his act of service comment.

"So, what brings ya out here at this time?"

"One of my co-workers had called out sick so I had to stay a bit longer."

"Work, huh. Are ya a hostess?"

You nod. "I've been one for a while. It's tough work, but it pays well."

"I bet yer one of the most popular gals in the club then."

"I'm getting there slowly but surely." You smile.

The two of you stood in silence watching the rain fall. As you were fixated on the droplets of rain, Majima would steal glances from you. He liked the way you were comfortable with his presence. Not feeling intimidated by him by the slightest. He was already daydreaming about the two of you being together. Despite his bad experience of being in a relationship in the past, you were capable of to have him entertain the thought of trying again, but with you.

Finally, after a while, the heavy rain turns into a light sprinkle.

"About damn time." You mumble. "I wouldn't be surprised if I woke up with a cold in the morning."

Majima felt a bit sad now the rain had calm down. He was enjoying your company and now you were about to head home.

"Thank you for keeping me company, um..."

"Goro Majima." He grins. "You'll be alright walking home all by yerself?"

You nod. "My home is just a couple of blocks down, so I'll be alright." You reach down into your purse and pull out a business card.

"I'd like to get to know you better, Majima-san."

Majima takes the card from your hand. It was a hostess card with your name and location of the club you work at.

"I'd love that." Majima says in a flirtatious tone. "I'll stop by soon."

You reply with a smile before exiting the store. Majima watches you until you disappear from his sight. He could feel butterflies in his stomach just thinking about the next time he meets you. It was a feeling he's never felt in a long time.

"Looks like you got lucky." The clerk's voice pulls Majima back into reality. "I'm surprised she wasn't intimidated by you."

"What makes ya say that?" Majima side glances back at the clerk.

The clerk raises both of his hands to surrender. "N-Not that you're a bad person or anything!"

Majima chuckles. "I know whatcha' mean." He walks back to the clerk, leaning on the register counter with his elbow to support him. "Am I that intimidating?"

"Well…" The clerk nervously grins. "The first time you walked in here you had a bat."

He remembered the poor look on the clerk's face when they met for the first time. The clerk was working one late night shift when Majima and a few of his men stepped foot in the store. The first thoughts were either he was going to be robbed or kidnapped, but as soon as Majima cracked a joke about the clerk' being so timid it eased the tension of the environment.

"So, when do you think you'll visit her?" The clerk leans over to get a better look at the business card.

Majima already grinning to himself at the thought of their late-night conversation hopefully blossoming into something more. He was eager to see you again.

"I'll stop by this week and maybe take her out for dinner after work. Besides," Majima slips the card in his pocket and turns his head to the clerk. "A fine gal like her shouldn't be walking home all by herself."

"I'm sure she will enjoy your company." The clerk chirps.

Majima smiles at the clerk's comment.

[scarletwinterxx]

the only way I could Remember that you were once mine - haechan one shot

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If anyone was to see you right now, standing outside your ex's door, knocking hysterically with tears running down your face they would think you're out of your mind.

Which you kind of are, your dog which your ex gifted you and co-parents with you has gone missing.

Haechan opens the door, confused with the rapid knocking only to see you standing on the other side of the door looking like that. Instantly his mind goes haywire, thinking of the worst.

"What happened?! Are you hurt?" he ask, quickly but gently pulling you inside his dorm. Checking for any injuries but he didn't see anything.

"Y/N! I need to know what happened" Haechan says, growing more and more worried with every second

"Da- Daisy, she's- she's missing. I can't find her" you said in between hiccups. Now Haechan loves that dog as much as you, but right now he feels a bit of weight lifted off his shoulders when he heard you're okay.

Gently he gathers you in his arms, shushing and gently patting you on the back to calm you down. "Shhh it's okay shhh she'll be fine. We'll find her, but first I need you to calm down"

When you finally stopped crying, Haechan hands you a bottle of water. He already has his coat on, keys and phone in his pocket ready to go whenever you're ready. Only when you were done drinking he notices you weren't wearing any jacket, just an old shirt of his he probably left at your place.

He goes back to his room to grab a hoodie for you, knowing how easily you get cold.

"When and where did you last saw her?" Haechan asks, handing you the hoodie. You didn't ask any question, instead you put it on you. Your mind focused only on finding your furbaby.

"At home, I just took the trash out I must've left the door open. I couldn't find her after that" you can already feel the tears going again

Haechan pulls his phone out, checking the tracking app that was connected on her collar. Coincidently he got it last week when it was his turn to have her for the week.

"What's that?" you ask, "Tracking chip, I had it installed in her collar luckily"

"You did? Is she near? Where is she?" you ask while walking towards him to see his phone screen, he shows it to you

"She's nearby, see. We'll find her" he assures you.

The two of you walked out on the cold night, hands shoved in your pocket. You notice how much colder it got, this made you worry more about your dog.

"I'm such a bad furmom"

"No, you're not. You didn't mean it"

"I can't lose her" you whisper, more to yourself but Haechan heard you. He knows she means the world to you, when he gave you Daisy he has never seen a bigger smile on your face. Attacking him with kisses and thanks afterwards.

When the two of you called it quits, he ofcourse left the dog with you. She was yours more than his. But you know just how much Haechan adores her too so sometimes Daisy spends time with him.

"We'll find her, we're close" he says, looking again at his phone screen.

"Daisy, daisy girl where are you" you say outloud, beckoning your dog to come out when suddenly a blur of white comes dashing towards you and Haechan.

"Oh my god! You're okay, hi love you're okay you're safe" you say over and over again while you try to hug the overly excited puppy. Meanwhile Haechan just stands back and watch you reunite with your and technically his furbaby.

Daisy then runs over to him, clawing on his legs wanting to be picked up. "Hey crazygirl, you got us worried. Where did you run off to huh" Haechan says, hugging the puppy close to him.

He can hear a few sniffles coming from you, quickly looking over to see you wiping a few tears away.

"See, she's fine. No more crying" he tells you with a small smile,

"Sorry"

"Sorry for what?" he asks you, confused why you were apologizing.

"I just barged in your apartment like that, then I was freaking out and now you had to come out in this cold night to go find her"

He shakes his head, looking down at the white fluff wiggling on his chest like she was looking for warmth. He opens his jacket to put her inside, carrying her like that instead.

"I would've come and find her for you"

You didn't say anything, pursing your lips and looking at the puppy now all cuddled up in his jacket.

"Let's get the two of you home" he whispers, "I can go home by myself, no need to tire yourself out" you protest but Haechan wasn't having any of it.

For months now he's been looking for a way to talk to you. Whenever you drop Daisy off you never really say more than a few words to him, this is his chance he wasn't about to waste it.

Also there's no way in hell he was letting you walk back home alone, by yourself this late at night.

He pulls you by the hoodie, leaving you no choice but walk beside him.

"I can walk by myself you know, I got to your apartment fine"

"I'm surprised you didn't trip on your way, you were a mess" he jokes, this earned him a light punch on the side

"I only tripped like three times running up the stairs, the elevator in your building still sucks and I was in a hurry"

"You could've called me instead, or did you delete my number?" he looks over at you, you were looking down at your shoes

"So you did delete it" he mumbles

"No use deleting it when I have it memorized. I didn't even think about it, I was just freaking out when I can't find her inside the house so I just ran to you" you explain

"Why?" he asks

"Why what?"

"Why'd you run to me?"

You stare back at him, thinking of some other answer but it's like his eyes were compelling you to say the truth

"I knew you'd know what to do, I didn't know who else to call. I only thought of you"

After all this time you still trust him that much and that meant the world to Haechan. You may not be together anymore but knowing you still think of him when you need someone, hearing he's still the first one on your list elicits this warm feeling in him.

"Save my number" he says, not knowing what else to say

"Huh?"

"Save my number so next time you won't have to dial it manually, when you need me I'm one dial away. I'll show up, whenever wherever no matter the time I'll show up. You don't have to be the one running to me, don't want you tripping on the way" he jokes

"Yah!" you scold him, meanwhile he just laughs at how cute you were. The fluffball you both love now napping in his arms,

"Thank you, for tonight. And for Daisy" you sincerely tell him, "You already thanked me for her"

"Yea well I don't think it'll ever be enough, she's my everything. I wouldn't know what to do without her. It's like you knew I needed her, so thank you"

In his mind he thanks you too, for showing up in his life. For being his for some time in this lifetime. For being the girl he never knew he wanted and needed, and yet you're the one he keeps coming back to. Like the universe knew he needed you.

"Thank you, too" he tells you, you just shot him a smile. Continuing your walk back home with him and your little one. Maybe tomorrow he'll gather the courage and fate decides to be on his side again.

"Tomorrow, I'm taking her to this dog cafe. If you wanna come with" you invite him, the universe answering him immediately.

"I would love to"

"Okay, tomorrow then"

[vecnasbitch0]

Cheater

Pairing: S. Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst | tooth-rotting fluff | love-sick Steve | fighting | cursing | happy ending

Summary: you catch Steve and Nancy and misunderstand the situation

Part two up soon <3333

Today was one of those day where you could just tell, from the moment you woke up, it was gonna be a good day. Great even. To be fair, though, you had planned this day for weeks. You and your boyfriends one year anniversary.

You got out of bed at the butt crack of dawn, and practically flung yourself off you bed as soon as you processed what day it was. Suddenly feeling like you’d chugged a Red Bull. You were supposed to meet Steve at his house at 10:00 and stay with him all day.

His parents were out of town so you would spend the night after dinner at Enzo’s. After you ate, you put on a beautiful light blue button-up dress with pockets and a white belt that hugged your waist. You curled your hair and did your makeup and with about five minutes to spare, you left the house.

As you got closer to his house, you started to get very nervous.

Finally, after what felt like decades, you pull into his driveway. Face flushed, you get out of your car. You can’t help but wonder why your so anxious. You just can’t help it, even though you’ve dated Steve for a year now.

You walk up to his house, as you search your bag for the spare keys Steve had given you last summer. You get to the front door and unlock it, placing the keys bag in your bag for you to find again another time.

You step inside, slowly knocking on the already open door. “Steve?” You softly call out, to no avail. You saw his car in the driveway, so you figured he didn’t hear you.

“Babe?” You call out again, louder this time. “Just a minute!” You hear a familiar strained voice from the back of the house. You start to follow the direction of the voice, only to find a closed door. “Babe.” You say, “what are you doing?” No answer.

You start to open the door but stop, afraid he is changing or something. “Baby, can I come in?” You ask, hand still on the door knob. All you can hear is Steve pacing. That is until you hear a whisper. A female whisper. You can’t tell you it is but you can certainly tell it was a female.

You freeze up. Your heart already starting to shatter. “I’m coming in!” You say. The pacing stops. You open the door to a distressed Steve, and fucking Nancy. Shes just sitting there looking pretty. Your heart completely shattered like fine chinaware in the hands of a toddler. Only the toddler being Steve.

“What the fuck?!” You finally say. Refusing to let yourself cry. “Babe- it’s really not what it looks like.” Steve said waving his arms around frantically. “Don’t call me that.”

“Y/N-!” Nancy starts. “Aren’t you with Jonathan anyway?” You interrupt her. Your eyes were starting to get watery, tears threatening to fall. Your chin quivers slightly as you look at her.

“Yes I am! I am not doing anything with Steve!” She responded quickly. “Promise.”

You avert your attention to Steve. He also looked like he was about to cry. He was just standing there. With a shaky breath you manage to get out, “we’re so, done.” You turn around and storm out. Finally letting the tears fall as you mumble out something alone the lines of ‘fucking douchebag’.

You go through your purse again and slam the spare keys on the counter. Steve was standing there, eyes glued to the floor. Dumbfounded. He never knew you would think that he was cheating on him. Poor guy didn’t want you to know he needed Nancy’s help to get you gifts.

As soon as he processed what you said he runs out after you. But your already gone. “Fuck!!” He yelled. Nancy runs out after him. “I- uh..” she starts.

“I should leave.”

“Yeah.. okay.”

“Bye, Steve.”

“Bye.”

What the fuck was he supposed to do.

It’s been two days since the incident. Steve has called countless times. All ignored. And all you’ve done is cry and eat ice cream with your best friend, Robin. Problem is though, she also happened to be Steve’s best friend.

“He’s such a cheater.” You whine, stuffing your head into your pillow.

“And he was with Nancy?!” You only sniffled in response. “That priss?” You nodded, and buried your head more into your pillow. She went silent for a moment before asking, “wait when was this?” “Our anniversary…” you mumble into the pillow.

“Oh shit.” She says. You turn your head to look at her. “What?” “You really fucked up.” She responds. “What?!”

“You heard me.”

“Yeah obviously I heard you. I don’t think I understand how I fucked up.” She snickered at that. Sometimes you really hated her.

You bury your head back into your pillow, done with the conversation. You start to think back on the day. You feel yourself starting to cry again before your pulled out of your thoughts by your one and only.

“He didn’t cheat on you” she started. “Excuse me?” “He just needed Nancy to help him pick out your presents. You picked your head up and looked her in the eyes. “He originally asked me for help.” You look down on the bed spread. Your eyes start to water as tears start streaming down your face.

“Don’t cry, dingus.” She said, pulling you into a hug. The two of you had been best friends since you were kids. Not even Steve could replace you. And vise versa.

You sobbed into her shoulder, mumbling curses under your breath. You didn’t know what to do. Nobody knew what to do. You recalled all of the fun things you did with Steve. From the moment you two became friends, to the moment you became a couple.

The thoughts were supposed to be good thoughts - any other time they would be - but now? No. No these ‘good’ memories made you cry harder into Robins shoulder. And made your hands tremble with regret.

Robin pulls away from the hug. “Shit.” You look at her, wiping your lashes. “I have a shift today, I totally forgot. I’m so sorry I was so distracted and now I need to leave. I’m gonna be in so much trouble-“ the rambled on. You chuckled. “It’s fine Robin. Go!” You say, pushing her off the mattress.

“I- uh. I need a ride..” she says. “Fine.” “But I’m not going in.” You reason with her. “Okay, come on. I’m so late.” She laughed. You jump out of bed and head towards the car. You get in the drivers side and shove the keys in.

“Forgot your dumb ass didn’t have a license.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “Asshole.”

“Fuck face.”

“Cock sucker.”

“Motor mouth.”

“Start the goddamn car!”

“Okay, okay.” You laughed.

You pulled out of the driveway and started towards her house. You were in an oversized tee and skinny jeans. Good enough.

You pull into her driveway and put the car in park. She gets out of the car and goes inside to change out of her everyday clothes.

She hops back in the car and you speed away. “Y’know, you can’t run from your problems forever. Steve loves you.”

“Nobody asked you.” You roll your eyes. Though, deep down you know she’s right.

“Bitch.” She mumbles under her breath.

You finally pull into the mall parking lot. And standing there is Steve Harrington. Almost like he knew you would be there. He is leaning against the exterior wall, legs crossed. Looking annoyed.

You would’ve thought he was expecting you until his eyes widened bigger than the wheels on your car. His face instantly turned redder than his tie. Robin laughed so hard she started wheezing.

“Fuck me.”

[cryb4by101]

UNKNOWN FEELINGS

You and Baji have been friends for awhile now. Your parents are actually bestfriends which is great……expect the fact that they always try to make you and baji go on dates.

Its honestly annoying at this point! You're ok with him, after all he's very sweet, kind,..funny, and he is ho—he has good looks. You both except the fact that you both are just friends, but your parents cant.

"MOM I TOLD YOU A BILLION TIMES ME AND BAJI ARE ONLY FRIENDS!" You yell from upstairs. "OH SURE YOU BOTH ARE THATS WHAT ME AND YOUR FATHER THOUGHT WHEN WE WERE YOUR AGE DEAR." Your mom yells back.

"Ugh!" You go to your room, slamming the door behind you. You look in the mirror that is being held up by a nail on your wall. You've already gotten ready for your date with baji at the mall. You're wearing a bright yellow sundress. Its not your style. Baji has never seen you wearing anything girly in his entire life,..but I guess he would at some point. That some point being today.

A few minutes of wondering a round your room and thinking of ways to get yourself out of this situation, your mom yells from downstairs. "(NAME) BAJI IS HERE TO TAKE YOU" She yells. Already from just hearing her yell, you could tell she probably had the biggest grin on her face.

Rolling your eyes with a sigh you walk out of your and downstairs, to only be met by your mom standing with the front door opened, and him standing outside holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

Putting on a smile, you happily walk over to baji and hug him. "bye! Have a nice date!" your mom says closing the door as you and baji walk over to his motorcycle.

timeskip: The mall

Arriving at the mall you hop off of Baji's motorcycle first, him getting off after you then putting his key-chain in his pants pocket.

Speaking of keys-chains..baji's is really cute and adorable! He has a picture of you and him through out the years, he also had a picture of him peke j and chifuyu. Theirs also a heart key chain that you gave him like…4 years ago.

ANYWAYS you both walk inside the automatic opening doors, reminding you of when you use to be scared of those automatic doors, when you were a kid. You use to always wonder what would happen if the doors closed while you were still walking. Would you die? Would you live? Would it hurt?

Who knows.

Walking inside the actual mall your eyes first land on..an arcade. "BAJI LETS GO THERE" You say dragging his arm with you to the arcade. "ok, ok chill!" He says trying to get your grip off his arm.

You both walk into the arcade, your eyes scanning it top to bottom, looking at all the machines, the normal fun floor and walls, the games, and it cant be an arcade without…prizes

"where to first" you say putting your pointer finger on your chin, as if your really thinking hard about this decision. "how about your favorite" Baji says pointing to your favorite. "OMG YOUR RIGHT SEE THIS IS WHY I LOVE YOU AS A FRIEND" You say running to the game. "I love you to as a friend" Baji says.

You both play all the arcade games, winning many tickets. "what should we do with these dumb tickets" Baji asks. You look around, knowing you have nothing to use them for. Looking to your right you see a boy probably around the age of twelve or thirteen. (naoto)

You run over to him, almost frightening him. "may I help you?" He asks. "Do you want all these tickets?" You ask him. He looks at you questionably. "sorry, im not here to play…my sister is on a date with her boyfriend" The boy responds. "oh…well just give them to your sister and her boyfriend" You say. "mk" the boy says taking the tickets out of your hand and walking away.

Doing the same as the boy, you walk back over to Baji who's waiting at the exit and entering part of the arcade. You quickly walk over to him, and smile. You both walk out the arcade, baji putting his hands in the pockets of his pants.

"where to now" Baji asks. "Hm, how about a clothing shop. I for real need more clothes" You say. "Ok then let's go" baji responds. You both knew this mall really well, since its the mall you and Baji always went to as kids. Walking over to the escalator, you both get on. You find escalators fun honestly.

Reaching the second floor you both stop of the escalator and make your way towards your favorite clothing shop. You and Baji walk inside only to see…a lot of girls. Only a few with their boyfriends. Not minding it; you start to look around, baji following after you.

You see a few crop tops that you like. All of them have your favorite colors in them. The first one was knitted, and was of the shoulder. The second one was a tube top. And the third one was a spaghetti strap.

"oo, these are cute. Dont ya think Baji" You say showing them to him. "Mhm, its nice" He says. "you'd look great in them. Probably the best of anyone else who's worn them". You love how Baji was always honest. (He's so kind and supportive 🤩)"awww, thank you Baji" You say. You grab the three crop tops and put them in a basket you had gotten at the front of the shop.

You both keep walking around and finding stuff; Baji complementing everything you find, saying you'll look good in it. Agreeing that you have enough stuff, you and baji go over to the counter to check out.

"Hello!" The woman working at the cash register says. The woman looks older then you and baji. She looks up from the stuff the register and looks at Baji, then you. Her mouth forms into a smirk.

"Well what a cute couple you are!" She says. "Oh- no! You've be seen mistaken we're not a couple. Just really good friends." You say, Baji noding his head yes. "Oh sorry!" The woman says as she finishes scanning and bagging everything you found. "its fine" Baji says reassuring the woman. "300,000¥ please" she asks.

You hand her the money, and she hands you three bags full of your stuff. You smile at her and walk out of the store. Baji following you, but the woman stops him. "hey handsome, confess to her! I know you like each other just by the tones and look you give each other!" She says. Baji looks back and nods his head with a soft smile on his face.

Timeskip: Baji's apartment

You and baji have been playing a whole bunch of video games all night, yes its now 1:00 am. Baji winning mostly every round of Mario kart. You winning mostly all rounds of pack man.

"Hey Y/n can I tell you something?" Baji asks. "M, sure. You can tell me everything" You say. "I know but this…is a bit different" He says. "oh- go ahead tell me" You say sitting down your controller in front of you and turning your body Baji's way. He also puts his controller down and leans on the back board of his bed with a sigh.

"Look, I know we've been friends for..ever now. But I…really, really, really like you. No, I dont like you infact.." Baji pauses. "I love you Y/n. Not as a friend, as a lover." You were surprised and dint know what to say. "I-I" you stutter trying to find the right words.

Instead of saying anything you grab Baji's face and kiss him, surprisingly he kisses back. Soon enough yall start making out, tongues moving in sync with each other. Then Baji starts sucking on your bottom lip, a soft moan coming out of your mouth.

You both pull away, for air of course. "Damn" Baji says. "so we're dating know right?". Not even thinking about it you put your hands on his chest and lean closer to him; whispering something in his ear making him smirk.

"com're" you say. Baji lays down and hugs your waist, making you smile as you scoot a little farther down on the bed so your laying down. Before closing your eyes you say something. "I love you as a lover" You say. "M, I love you as my future wife-I mean lover" Baji says.

"night"

"Night idiot"

word count: 1435

[mychemicalimagines]

Black Flame Candle-Max Dennison-Chapter 2

Summary: Max Dennison is the new kid in Salem, Massachusetts. On Halloween, his life takes a dramatic turn when his parents force him to take his little sister, Dani, trick-or-treating. He, his crush, Casey Blackstone, and his sister are in for a ride when Max lights the Black Flame Candle.

Series Warnings: Slight Language, Fluff, Flirting, Angst, Supernatural, Paranormal, Canon Deaths, Bullying. This series is a little more adult than the Disney movie.

Words: 4,408

Tag List: Reblogged

A/N: Thank you so much for waiting! I’ve been out of town for a week so to keep on schedule I will be posting another chapter this week! The divider was created by firefly-graphics! Check out their amazing banners and dividers as well as other great creations!

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Third Person POV

“Let’s go. Hurry up! The bewitching hour is about to begin!” Mr. Dennison calls out to his children. 

Dani runs down the stairs and jumps at her father, giving a loud witch crackle which causes him to laugh, pretending to be her victim. 

“No! Don’t get me!” He laughs.

“Isn’t she a scary witch?” Mrs. Dennison giggles and gives her daughter a small hug. 

Max walks down the stairs and leans against the wall with his hands in his pockets, now dressed in his ‘Halloween costume’. He changed his shirt and switched it out for a gray-ish blue sweatshirt. He put his jacket back on and found his hat, exactly where he threw it. The last thing he put on was a pair of sunglasses, wanting to hide his identity for a night. 

“So scary!” Mr. Dennison says, before looking at his daughter again with a large smile.

Mrs. Dennison smiles at her son and kisses his cheek before walking further into the room with the camera in her hand. Max scoffs slightly and wipes the kiss off his cheek, hoping she wasn’t wearing lipstick.

“What about you, Max? What are you supposed to be?” His father asks, looking up at him from where he’s resting against the bottom stairs.

“A rap singer.” He replies, expressionless, wanting to go back up to his room. 

His father stands up and steps toward him as he speaks.

“Well, your hat should be on sideways, shouldn’t it?” He rhetorically asks, turning his son’s hat sideways. 

“Say Halloween!” His mother says, holding up their camera. 

Mr. Dennison and Dani immediately turn toward her with large smiles on their faces as they repeat her but Max just turns his head slightly toward her, remaining expressionless. His mother takes the picture with her own smile, despite not being in the picture. Max sighs through his nose slightly, praying that he doesn’t see anyone from school.

It’s been at least an hour and it’s practically dark outside. It would be darker if it wasn’t for all the lights around each house, proving to the teenage Dennison that this town loves the holiday. Dani even has a little plastic pumpkin that has lights inside for them to use if needed; like a little lantern. Her paper bag is over halfway filled with candy while Max’s barely a quarter. 

He sits on someone’s front porch and waits for his little sister to get more candy. He only has to wait a few minutes when the group of kids that were with her run by him. He glances up at her before standing with a slight huff.

“Lighten up, Max.” She says, rolling her eyes. 

“Can we go home now?” He asks, looking down at her.

“No.” 

He sighs and takes a step forward but before they can go any further, he puts his hand out in front of his little sister, stopping them both in their tracks. At the end of the walkway, Jay and Ice are harassing the kids passing by for candy. They even grabbed the homeowner's carved pumpkin and threw it into the street. 

Not wanting to be seen, Max gently pushes his sister to the side, gesturing toward the yard. 

“Let’s just go this way.” He says, but she doesn’t listen to him. 

She walks straight for the group of rowdy boys. Ice, who is now sitting on the column leading to the house, sticks his foot out, stopping her in her tracks. 

“Ding ding. Ding ding.”

She rolls her eyes and glances at him, not finding any of this funny. 

“Stop and pay the toll, kid.” Jay speaks up from across from them.

“Ten chocolate bars, no licorice.” Ice continues.

“Dump out your sack.” He gestures to her candy bag.

“Drop dead…” Dani says to Jay before looking at Ice. “Moron.”

“Yo, twerp.” He says, jumping down from the column. “How’d you like to be hung off that telephone pole?”

“I’d just like to see you try it. Cause it just so happens I’ve got my big brother with me.” She smirks before calling over her shoulder. “Max!”

He sighs to himself and takes off his sunglasses as he walks toward the group. The two bullies immediately recognize him and smirk.

“Hollywood!!” Ice calls out, laughing. “Oh no!”

As Max stops next to his sister, Jay steps up and pretends to whisper. 

“So you’re doing a little trick-or-treating?” 

He laughs before pretending to trick-or-treat, pushing an imaginary doorbell as Ice jumps out, fake scaring his friend. Max steps up and gets into Jay’s face, glaring at him. 

“I’m just taking my little sister around.” 

“That’s nice. Woah! I love the costume.” He says, walking around the teenage Dennison. “But what are you supposed to be? A New Kid on the Block?”

“For your information…” Dani speaks up. “He’s a little leaguer.”

“Woah! A little leaguer!” Jay says, mocking him once again before doing another stupid pretend scene causing all of his friends to laugh.

Max rolls his eyes and steps forward as he takes his sister’s hand.

“Wait a minute.” Ice says, blocking his path. “Everyone pays the toll.”

“Stuff it, zit face.” Dani glares at him. 

“Why you little…” He says, stepping toward the younger Dennison.

“Hey, Ice…” Max blocks his path and shoves his barely filled candy bag into his chest. “Here. Pig out. Come on, Dani. Let’s go.”

He pulls her past the group of kids and they start walking down the street.

“And Hollywood…” Ice calls out, smirking. “The shoes fit great!”

Max rolls his eyes and pulls his sister to the next house. Still ticked off from the encounter, Dani glances up at her brother. 

“You should have punched them.” She says, walking up the porch steps. 

“They would have killed me.” He says, following her. 

“At least you would have died like a man.” She scoffs, turning toward the door.

“Hey!” He snaps, capturing her attention. “You just humiliated me in front of half the guys at school. So collect your candy and get out of my life!”

“I wanna go home!” Dani stomps down the stairs as the owner of the home opens the door. “Now!”

She rushes past her brother and starts running down the sidewalk. Max’s eyes widen as he looks at the confused homeowner before he pushes past the kids that followed them onto the porch. He follows her down the street to see her laying in some hay bales someone put out. She’s crying with her plastic pumpkin and her bag of candy next to her. 

He sighs and sits down behind her on one of the hay bales. 

“Dani, I’m sorry.” He sighs but she ignores him. He takes off his hat and looks down at it before looking toward the road. “It’s just that I hate this place. I miss all my friends…I wanna go home!”

“Well, this is your home now.” She sniffs, sitting up on her elbow. “So get used to it.”

“Yeah.” He sighs softly in defeat, knowing that she’s right, as he looks down at her before leaning back on his side. “Gimme one more chance?”

“Why should I?” She sniffs, playing with a piece of hay. 

“Cause I’m your brother.”

She looks over her shoulder at him to see him pouting with his bottom lip stuck way out causing her to giggle. He chuckles along with her, happy he’s got her laughing again. He looks up toward the sky and his eyes widen. 

“Woah, check that out.”

“What?” Dani asks, looking up toward the sky.

“Something just flew across the moon.” He says, standing up from the hay.

She immediately follows him and looks across the sky, wanting to see what he saw. He looks down at her and smirks before screaming and wrapping his arms around her. She screams but they quickly start laughing.

“Fooled ya.” He chuckles, letting her go. 

“Let’s go, jerkface.” Dani giggles and grabs her items off the ground. 

He puts his hand on her upper back, ushering her toward the house they were currently in front of. 

“Woah.” They say in sync.

“Check out this house.” He says, staring up at the large two story home. 

It shouldn’t even be called a house. It’s practically a mansion.

“Ah, rich people.” Dani shrugs. “They’ll probably make us drink cider and bob for apples.”

Max puts his hat back on and looks down at his little sister. At the same time, they nod with small smirks on their face. Together, they walk up to the house, noticing the front door was cracked open.

They both poke their head in as he knocks on the door slightly.

“Trick-or-treat?!”

Max looks around the foyer area as his little sister’s eye immediately goes toward the large cauldron completely filled with candy. 

“Jackpot!” She says, capturing her brother’s attention. 

They walk straight over to the cauldron and pick up two handfuls each of candy. Before they can do anything else, the wonderful voice Max has been dying to hear all night was heard.

“Max Dennison.”

His head snaps up toward the top of the stairs to see her standing in front of the banister. His breath gets caught in his throat at the sight of her. She’s wearing a corduroy brown, black stitched peasant style dress with white quarter sleeves that has one thin strip of brown near both of her elbows.

Around the low cut corset style top is more white but it’s ruffled, giving it a more of a shirt look underneath, since the brown continues up the shoulders, much like a tank top would. In the very middle, it appears to be tied, pushing her breasts together, perfectly revealing her cleavage. Her blonde hair is pinned up with curls falling down, giving it a messy, hard working look. 

She looks absolutely stunning. He can’t look away from her. 

“Cas!” He says, immediately dropping the candy to take off his hat. 

“Oh, Cas, huh?” Dani says, raising an eyebrow. 

He glances down at his sister with an unamused expression as he puts his hat in his back pocket before looking back up at the girl he’s had a crush on for days. 

“I thought you weren’t into Halloween?” Casey asks, picking up her dress to walk down the stairs. 

“I’m not!” He says, grabbing Dani’s hand to pull her toward the blonde. “I’m just taking my little sister, Dani, around.”

“That’s nice.” She grins, looking up at him.

Until this moment, Max has never noticed how much shorter Casey was compared to him. She just comes up to his shoulder. The perfect height for a snuggle!

“I always do it.” He says, wrapping an arm around his sister with a large smile on his face. 

“My parents made him.” Dani says, grinning. 

Max shoves her slightly, trying to silently inform her to ‘shut your trap’. Casey just smiles and gestures to a table nearby. 

“Do you guys want some cider?” 

“No.” Dani says at the same time as Max who says, “Sure.”

She smiles and walks across the foyer to a table where a man was handing out small cups. She thanks him as she takes two and turns around, not noticing that the Dennison’s followed her. She smiles softly and holds out one to the older sibling. 

“Thanks.” He says, taking a small drink. “So, um, how’s the party?”

“Boring.” Casey says, glancing around as she shrugs. “This is my friend Allison’s house so it’s just a bunch of our parents' friends. They do it every year but mine got sick so I was forced to come instead of grabbing my own candy.”

He nods in understanding. Somewhere in his gut, he’s glad this wasn’t her house. It seems a tad bit flashy and it made him feel like he doesn’t have any chance with her. Now that he knows the truth, he has a flash of hope. She leans toward Max, lowering her voice slightly.

“Probably why I got the peasant outfit.” She lets out a small giggle.

He chuckles slightly, keeping his voice just as low. “You don’t look like a peasant to me.”

“I got candy duty so I’m some kind of peasant. By the way, Dani…” She continues, walking over to the cauldron with the older Dennison still following her, not that she minds. She takes a second to dig through the candy before pulling out a witch lollipop and hands it to her. “I love your costume.”

“Thank you.” She smiles and opens the candy. “I really like yours too. Of course, I couldn’t wear anything like that because I don’t have any…What do you call them, Max? Yabos?”

Max chokes on his cider as his face gets immediately red in embarrassment. Casey laughs at his expression before looking back down at his little sister as she puts down her cider cup. 

“Max likes your yabos.” Dani continues humiliating him. “In fact, he loves ‘em.”

His eyes widen as he tries to send his sister a silent message but Casey just smiles at him before handing the younger girl another piece of candy for her bag. 

“I’m really into witches.” She says, ignoring the ‘yabos’ topic, knowing her friend was mortified. 

“Really?” Dani asks, slightly excited as she licks her lollipop. “Me too. We just learned about those sisters in school.”

“Oh, you mean the Sanderson Sisters?” She asks, watching as the young girl nods at her question. “I know all about them. My mom used to run the museum.”

“There’s a museum about ‘em?” She asks, eyes lighting up slightly. 

 “Yeah. But they shut it down because…” Cas leans down toward the young Dennison, trying to sound scary. “A lot of spooky things happened there…”

As she stands straight, Max jumps at the chance to hang out with her for the night, even if his sister is with them. 

“Well, why don’t we go to this old Sanderson house?” He says, causing his younger sister to shake her head no as well as Cas to bite her lip in uncertainty. “Come on. Make a believer out of me.”

Knowing this was her opportunity to get her friend to enjoy Halloween, she smiles and nods. 

“Alright. Let me get Allison to help me change and we’ll go. They won’t miss me.”

She walks toward the lounge and gets her friend’s attention. She waves her over causing the taller girl to raise an eyebrow as she approaches. Casey gently takes her arm and walks with her past the Dennison’s, flashing them a quick smile as they step up the stairs. Max follows her movements with awe on his face. 

Walking around the table, he watches the girls move around the banister toward what looks to be the bedrooms. 

“Max, I’m not going up there. My friends at school told me all about that place. It’s weird.” Dani says from behind him, slight fear in her voice. 

“Dani, this is the girl of my dreams.” He says, never looking away from the stairs as he puts down his cup.

“So, take her to the movies like a normal person.” She sighs, looking down at her candy.

“Dani!” He snaps lightly as he elbows her. Realizing she’s his only hope, he immediately turns around and kneels down in front of his sister, practically begging. “Look, just do this one thing for me and I’ll do anything you say. Please?...Please?!”

“Okay, okay.” She says, smirking as she gets an idea. “Next year, we go trick-or-treating as Wendy and Peter Pan, with tights, or it’s no deal.”

His face drops as he looks back up toward the stairs. Is tights worth it? Before he can think any further, Dani starts to walk away. He gently grabs her arm and pulls her back.

“Okay! Okay! Deal.”

She wraps her arm around his shoulder, patting his jacket with a victory smile on her face as he stares lovingly toward the stairs.

“So, why is Max Dennison in my house?” Allison asks, helping Casey take off the dress.

“We left your front door open for the trick-or-treaters and he brought his little sister.” She explains, waiting patiently as she takes the pins out of her hair.

“Then why are you changing?” She raises an eyebrow, taking her hand to help her step out of the dress.

“Because they invited me to finish getting candy with them.” She lies, not wanting to tell her the whole truth.

“Are you going to be out all night?” She asks, a smirk appearing on her face.

“Allison, he has his little sister.” She rolls her eyes as she walks to her folded pile of clothes. “Hell, I barely know the guy. We’re just hanging out.”

“So? I barely knew Tony from math.” She says nonchalantly, folding up the dress.

“Yeah, and I was your alibi for your first time.” She says, before using her hand as a pretend phone. “Oh, hi, Mrs. Watts. Yeah, Allison’s in the shower. She just got in and you know how long her showers are. I’ll let her know you called, but we’re probably going to bed soon. Byeee!”

“What if you do stay out all night? Your parents think you’re sleeping over here tonight.” Allison says, sitting on her bed. “What am I supposed to say when they call?”

“I don’t know.” Casey shrugs as she gets dressed. “Cover for me. Like I did for you.”

“Fine.” She says before smirking again. “I want details when you get back tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah.”  She waves her hand in dismissal as she slips on her sneakers. “Nothing’s going to happen, but you’ll get wonderful details, tonight, about each house we went to.”

“Yeah, the inside of his house.” Allison smirks.

“You shush!” Casey says, grabbing her jacket from the back of the chair. “Be back later!”

As she walks out of the room, she can hear her best friend’s remark.

“Maybe you will. Maybe you won’t.”

She ignores her as she walks down the stairs to the waiting Dennisons, not noticing the large smile that appears on Max’s face. 

“Let’s go!” She grins, walking to the open door. “It’s only right up the street here.”

“That close?” Max asks, raising an eyebrow as he follows behind her with his sister. 

“Yeah!”  She smiles, walking down the small walkway. 

She waits for them to follow before turning right to walk up the hill. Since Dani is younger, Casey doesn’t want her to get separated, despite only walking for a few minutes so she puts her arm around her shoulder. She also knows that she didn’t want to go so she hopes this will calm her down just enough. 

“This okay?” She asks, glancing down at her with a smile. 

The youngest Dennison smiles and nods, walking closer to her. Max, who was walking behind them, grins to himself, loving how his crush is handling his little sister. There’s a small but not awkward silence as they walk. When they get to a stone fence, Cas looks down at Dani, smirking softly.

“Legend has it that the bones of a hundred children are buried within these walls.” She explains, gesturing beside them.

“Oh, great.” The younger Dennison groans slightly, leaning toward her a bit more. 

Cas slows her walk and turns toward a gate, causing the Dennison siblings to stop on either side of her to look through the iron bars. In the distance is a small stone shack that looks like it hasn’t been touched in years. Gently pushing open the gate with a loud squeal of protest from the metal hinges, the younger girl takes Dani’s hand and leads her down the path toward the building with the older Dennison very close behind. 

Together, the three of them walk up the weather worn stairs to the porch. Unlocking the centuries old, creaking door, Cas coughs as the years of dust hits her lungs as well as cobwebs that litter the doorway. She waves her hands to get them off the ceiling before stepping forward to allow Dani and Max to follow behind. 

The youngest Dennison coughs and holds up her plastic pumpkin, trying to get some sort of light into the building. Max scrunches up his face, trying to get a good look around. His little sister grabs his arm, wanting to stay close to one of the older teenagers. He glances down at her and gently takes her plastic pumpkin and holds it up, using it as a small lantern.

“I can’t see a thing.” Dani speaks up, looking around. 

“Well, there’s a light switch around here somewhere.” Cas says, shaking off some more cobwebs from her arm.

She then starts searching the wall, trying to find the light switches that were installed years ago for the museum. Max raises an eyebrow as something catches his eye from the light of his make-shift lantern. On a counter in front of him is a display of zippo lighters that were for sale while the museum was in store, covered in years and years of dust. 

He leans down and blows the dust away before using his hand to get the rest off. He picks it up as he stands straight, silently praying that it works. He quickly flings the lighter back against his thigh, opening it up before swiftly bringing it forward, lighting it. He grins as the fire appears and looks over his shoulder at his crush. 

“Found a lighter.”

He turns toward her and she smiles as he holds it up, allowing her to look for the switch. After a second, she flips it, bringing the room into full light. Max immediately turns around and his eyes widen as he closes the lighter. 

“Woah…”

Even through all the dust, you can tell the room is centuries old just by the way it was made, even with the restorations made to keep it intact over the years. In the middle of the room is a large cooking pot that can hold over a gallon of liquid. Lining the back wall of the open room are shelves filled of old bottles and vials as well as a witches broom hanging on display. 

Above the back of the room is a loft, but it’s too far up, with no accessible way to it, so they can’t see exactly what is up there beside some beds.

“Here’s the original cauldron and upstairs is where they slept.” Cas explains, walking further into the room. 

The siblings follow her as they look around, shocked by what they are seeing. So you can’t touch any of the century old items, there are red ropes, keeping them from going into the perimeter of the room. As they walk around the cauldron, Cas grins, moving over to a particular, rather large display case. 

“This is the spell book of Winifred Sanderson. It was given to her by the devil himself. ” She says, with a grin, looking down at the plaque inside. Max steps up behind her and looks over her shoulder to look inside the case, his chest practically pressed up against her back. “The book is bound in human skin and contains the recipes for her most powerful and evil spells.”

She grins at the younger Dennison who is standing beside her. 

“I get the picture.” Dani says, sarcasm lacing her voice. 

Max chuckles and looks to the side, wanting to walk further but something catches his eye. 

“What’s that?”

Cas looks in the direction he’s gesturing and grins to herself. 

“Oh!” She leans back against him and whispers. “That’s the black flame candle.”

He grins and walks over to the candle, giving it a once over as he bites his lip before pulling the small plaque toward himself.

“Black Flame Candle. Made from the fat of a hangman.” He reads with a grin as he glances at Cas who smiles and rolls her eyes. “Legend says that, on a full moon, it will raise the spirits of the dead when lit by a virgin on Halloween night.”

He looks up at his crush and sister, still grinning as he reaches into his pocket. Cas shakes her head and looks down at Dani, knowing she’s ready to go home. As the older female looks back up to tell the elder Dennison sibling, he spins around the pillar next to the candle, grasping the lighter.

“So let’s light the sucker and meet the old broads.” He leans against the wood, holding out the lighter to her. “Wanna do the honors?”

She shakes her head, giggling at his silent question.

“No, thanks. I’d rather the dead stay dead.” She says, giving him the answer he wanted. 

He grins slightly, knowing she’s just like him. He shrugs and moves to open the lighter when a black cat with a collar on jumps down from a shelf, attacking him. He shrieks causing the girls to scream out in fright, the older female quickly grabbing the younger, holding her close. Max falls to the floor due to the momentum of the attack.

“Binx?” Cas raises an eyebrow, recognizing the cat and collar as she holds the younger Dennison close. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at home!”

“You know that stupid cat?” Max snaps, glaring as the cat runs away, disappearing from their sights.

“Yes. He’s my cat.” She answers, looking around, trying to find him, but makes sure she never leaves Dani’s side. “And he’s not stupid.”

“Okay, Max, you’ve had your fun.” The younger Dennison says, gripping Cas’s jacket as her brother stands up from the ground. “It’s time to go. Come on, Cas.”

“Max, she’s right. Let’s find Binx and go.” She says, agreeing with the young girl as they walk toward the door.

“Oh, come on.” He says, walking back to the candle as he rubs his neck, making sure his crush’s cat didn’t scratch him. “It’s just a bunch of hocus pocus.”

“Max, I’m not kidding this time. It’s time to go!” Dani says, begging him.

Wanting to impress his crush, he flips open the lighter and brings it to the Black Flame Candle, lighting it. 

“Max! No!” Cas calls out as the younger girl gasps and covers her eyes. 

Almost immediately the flame turns black and his eyes widens as he flips the lighter closed. He looks up at the two girls, swallowing the small amount of spit in his mouth. 

“Uh-oh…”

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AN: Hey everyone! Got an idea stuck in my head and now it’s this fic. I may do a part two if people are interested. No specific content warnings than female pronouns and terms are used for reader and an age gap is mentioned a few times. Thanks for reading!

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Ren’s focus was really incredible as she was stringing the beads.

You had tried to keep the conversation going as she created her lizard but it was easy to tell that she was just humming politely in response to your questions.

She did break into a large grin when she handed it to you to tie up.

“This looks wonderful! Is it going to be for your dad?”

“No this ones for you,” she grins.

You feel a smile creep up on your own face.

You’d been Ran’s nanny for over a year now and she was just the best kid in the world.

She was creative, sweet, and just way too smart for her age.

Honestly it was way easier than you had expected it to be.

The only bad part was her dad.

You should have expected the sheriff of Piltover to be abrupt but you’re pretty sure in your tenure as his nanny he’s said 15 words to you total, most of which were ‘I’ll be late tonight’.

But hey you’ll take a cranky parent over a cranky kid all day.

“Well thank you very much!” You grin as you reach into your pocket, “I know just where to put it.”

You pull out your keys and begin to tie the blue and yellow lizard to your key ring.

Just as you finish you hear the front door open,

Ran jumps up from her stool and runs to meet her father at the door.

“Hey Pumpkin, I’ve got some work to do tonight. Head to your room I’ll see you after ok?”

Odd, Marcus sounds out of breath.

Ren skips her way back over to you and gives you her daily goodbye hug.

You start to clean up the supplies on the table when the sheriff walks into the kitchen.

“You should really get going, it’s getting late.”

You push away the urge to remind your boss that he’s ten minutes early.

“It’s no trouble, I’ll just get this cleaned up and be out of your hair.”

“Look I hate to rush you but I really just-“ he presses a hand to his forehead,”I just really need you out of here ok.”

You’re a bit surprised but try to shake it off.

“Alright then,” you pick your bag off the floor and sling it over your shoulder, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Marcus had you ushered out the apartment in record time.

You’re still buttoning your coat as you begin the walk home, still perplexed by the interaction.

Marcus has never been the most normal of people to work for but this definitely takes the cake.

Other than being overly quiet there were a few times when you caught him staring at you when you were with Ren, like he was waiting for you to make a mistake. A few other times you would say goodbye to him as you were leaving and he would take about a minute to respond back with a cold ‘good evening’.

But hey, you’re commute could only get shorter if one of the parents in your building offered you a job. Your apartment being just one building over.

Speaking of which you were really looking forward to a cup of tea and curling up with your new novel.

You reach into your pocket to grab your keys and-

Oh for Jana’s sake

Your keys aren’t in your pocket.

Which means they’re still on the table at Marcus’s.

Groaning you turn around to go back and collect them.

Marcus was not going to be happy you were intruding on his ‘work time’.

You start trying to think of ways you could you could make the interaction less awkward.

Maybe if you tell him about your plans for tomorrow with Ren, you had some good ones too! The museum had just opened up a new section in the children’s wing and-

There was someone standing in front of Marcus’s door.

The woman was tall, broad, and stern looking. And her arm was. Holy shit is her arm a sword?

You can see the hint of the attachment inside the rest of her prosthetic.

“Did you need something?” She sneers.

At you.

She’s talking to you.

“Uh, right hi sorry I’m Marcus’s nanny.”

“He’s never mentioned a nanny to us.”

You nod,”I guess not.”

Theres a weird pause.

“Again did you need something?”

“Oh right, my keys, I left my keys.”

She rakes her eyes over you for a moment.

“A nanny huh?”

“Yep.”

“You ever look after crazy teenagers?”

“I mostly work with ages seven to twelve.”

“Damn it. Well I think the boss is going to be interested in meeting you anyway,” she opens the door and calls in,”Silco, the sheriff has a visitor.”

She steps away from the threshold to let you in.

You walk in and ascend the few steps leading to the kitchen.

Adjacent to the kitchen, in the living room was Marcus and who you assume must be Silco.

His hair was pushed back neatly and his suit was immaculate. His eyes were particularly striking though, one blue and one red. Making you feel every time they moved to take in a different part of you. You could see that his face was covered in some makeup to hide some scarring. But despite all that (possibly because of it) he was incredibly attractive. His eyes scanned you but he seemed calm and composed about the interruption.

Marcus on the other hand was turning more red by the second.

“What the hell are you doing back here?”

Before you can even begin to respond Marcus’s guest does it for you.

“Now Marcus where have your manners gone? That is no way to speak to a lady,” he uncrosses his legs and leans forward,”please forgive my friend here, he seems to have lost all manner of respect tonight.”

You feel some heat beginning to rise to your cheeks at the way this stranger is eyeing you.

“Oh no I’m sorry for interrupting.”

“Nonsense! I just can’t believe Marcus never told me he has a girlfriend. And such a pretty one at that.”

You chuckle lightly, “oh no I’m just the nanny.”

Silco looks over at Marcus who’s mouth has set into a straight line while he seemingly avoids eye contact with Silco. Silco breaks into a grin.

“Ah well that does make more sense. Truth be told I’ve always thought he was a bit too grouchy for a relationship. Don’t you?”

“I try not to speak poorly about my bosses in front of them.”

He chuckles,” clever girl. I almost had you there.”

You find yourself giggling at his joke.

“Well I guess I should let you get back to it,” you grab your keys off the counter.

“Oh but this evening was just starting to become fun. I do get tired of our business discussions.”

“Oh I didn’t realize you worked together, I’m surprised we haven’t met before.”

“I’m not surprised, I mean first of all I would want to keep you all to myself if I were in Marcus’s position.”

You’re giggling again as he smiles at you.

“I’m from the undercity. I work with Marcus to ensure peace between us all. But it means I’m not up topside very often.”

“How noble of you.”

“I doubt anyones ever used that word to describe me before. More ‘calculating’ and ‘dangerous’ and thats just what our mutual friend calls me.”

You have no idea what had possessed you to piss off your boss this much just so you can flirt with this strange man but you can’t seem to make yourself stop, “Well I’m sure he’s just being harsh.”

Silco chuckles, “honestly Marcus where do you find a nanny thats both gorgeous and such a good liar.”

Marcus continues his silence.

Silco turns back to you, “I do hope I’m not making you uncomfortable. It’s rare that an old man like me gets any attention from a delightful young lady such as yourself.”

“Oh please you’re not old.”

Marcus is now looking at you like you’ve grown a second head.

“You’re too much darling,” he pulls himself to his feet, “now as much as I would love to spend the rest of the night questioning you about what possesses a bright thing like yourself to spend all of your time with this grouch we do have business to attend to. I suppose it was just your keys that you needed?”

“Yes thats all.”

“Wonderful my dear,” he strides toward you,” I believe that our paths will likely be crossing far more often in the future.”

“I hope so,” you hope that your nerves aren’t showing.

“Well then I’ll just make sure of it,” he grins down at you reaching out a hand.

You give your hand to him expecting him to shake it when he instead pulls it to his lips, placing a kiss on your knuckles.

This time you bite your lip in addition to the giggle.

“Walk safely now,” he calls to you as you exit the apartment. The woman from earlier holding the door for you with her eyes watching Marcus. She had an amused smile.

You found yourself skipping on the walk back to your own apartment.

Part two

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FandomMas 2023 Day 6 - Chili

Fandom: Pokémon

Prompt: None

Reader's Relations: Chili’s girlfriend

Warning: Slight warning of the reader’s parents being rude and bothersome, basically not nice.

Other Notes: None/Thanks to people on Discord for helping me decide who to use for this (: Also you and the triplers are like 19 or so in this.

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“You promised!”

“I know, but my parents decided to show up on my doorstep this morning, without warning. I already explained that I’d promised to come over but they said ‘Family is more important than friends’. I did remind them that I was dating you, but they just stated that we weren’t related. I’m sorry. I’ll come over tomorrow if it’s okay,” I replied to Chili, the two of us talking on the phone after my parents had just shown up on my doorstep on Christmas Day without telling me they were coming.

“(Y/n)! Will you hurry up on the phone, please? Your sister’s getting bored,” I heard my mother’s voice come from the living room, “Your ‘boyfriend’ can wait. Christmas is a time to be spent with your family.” I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to my phone, “Sorry, Chili I’ve got to go. ‘Family matters’.”

“I know how your parents are. I’ll see you soon, I love you!”

“Love you too, Chili. Bye,” I responded before hanging up. I walked back into the living room where my sister ran up to me, hugging me, “Can we do presents now?!”

I nodded and sighed, sitting down in the armchair, that I found rather uncomfortable, as my parents had sat on the sofa, my sister smiling and running up to the tree. She picked one up and looked at the label, before smiling and walking up to me, “This one for you!” I gave her a smile as she handed it to me before going to sit on our mother’s lap. I double-checked the label to make sure she hadn’t just given me a random present and once I’d done that, I started to unwrap it, smiling widely when I saw the photo album inside.

“Thank you.”

“Look inside, I filled it with pictures!”

On my younger sister’s request, I opened it up and noticed that there were a load of pictures inside, quite a lot that had been taken on my phone, “Mia, how did you get all these? These were on my phone and I didn’t send them to anyone.” She looked awaybiting her lip before sighing, “Fine, when you weren’t looking the last time we came I may or may not have air-dropped them to my phone without you knowing… But it was only because I wanted it to be a surprise!” I just chuckled, “It’s alright, and thank you.” She just returned my smile giving me a knowing glance, knowing there were two meanings behind the gratitude as she hadn’t put any photos of our parents it, knowing how much I disliked them and they disliked me.

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As we were part way through opening the rest of the presents, the doorbell sounded. I removed my little sister from my lap as she’d made a home there, and stood up to open the door, being surprised when I saw Chili standing there, his hair a bit squished due to the earmuffs he was wearing along with his red coat and gloves.

“Chili? You know it’s not a good idea for you to be here when my parents are. You know they don’t like you.”

“I know. (Y/n) why do you put up with them? I know they’re your parents, but they’re like the worst parents ever. Am I allowed to come in? I’m not good with the cold.”

“Don’t worry, Bud, the fire’s on, you can come in, but if my parents start saying anything, then just get out, I don’t want them to hurt you in any way, I love you too much for that.”

“I know. I’m prepared to run don’t worry. Come with me, please.”

I giggled and followed him as he dragged me into the living room, clearing his throat to gain my parents' attention, “This is what happens when you turn up unexpectedly, ruining your daughter’s plans,” Chili spoke to them before turning back to me, fiddling with something in his pocket. He soon pulled his hand out before taking my hand in his free one, “I love you, don’t worry, I don’t care what your parents are going to say but, I love you so much so…” he paused and knelt on down on one knee in front of me, “Marry me?”

I immediately gasped, feeling tears come to my eyes, “YES!” Chili stood up and hugged me, placing the ring on my finger and I smiled turning to my parents, “Well, now you can’t use the ‘family is more important’ excuse. Now if you don’t mind I’d like to spend the rest of the day with my fiancé!” my mother sighed and stood up, leaning into my ear, “You are making a mistake, (Y/n).”

“And I don’t care,” I retorted, “Now out.”

She sighed again and left, my father and younger sister leaving too. Once the front door was closed, I just turned back to Chili, leaning my head on his shoulder, “Thank Arceus they didn’t realise I’m pregnant.”

GymLeaderChili.exe has stopped working.

“WHAT?!” Chili shouted as he came back to reality, “Y-you’re really?”

I nodded, “You’re gonna be a dad.”

“YES! And Cilan said it would never happen and that I was too irresponsible to have children.”

I giggled and pecked his lips, “Well, now you can rub it in Cilan’s face. Merry Christmas, Chili.”

“Merry Christmas to you too, (Y/n).”

—---------------------END OF ONESHOT

And caught up (: I’ll try get one written tomorrow but I’m not sure I’ll have time..

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

The Office

Pairing; CEO+Dad’s Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary; You and Bucky fuck for the very first time in his office at the company’s building.

Word Count; 4574

Warnings; NSFW, 18+, Minors DNI, undefined age-gap, “cheating”, language, cursing, Sir!kink, dirty talk, pet names, slight degradation, hair pulling, oral (male receiving), face-fucking, spitting, fingering, teasing, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note; I can’t get enough of CEO+DBF!Bucky so this will be the first of many fics like this! I hope people will like it and be interested in more! Jesus I need to bathe in holy water now. Hope you all enjoy <3

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Bucky had begun texting you while sitting in a meeting with your dad and some of the company's other employees. You weren't doing anything important, just at home reading a book, so you were more than happy to text back and forth with him. The meeting was relatively standard and straightforward, it wasn't too much of an importance, so it allowed Bucky to talk with you without feeling guilty while the rest of them sorted out the details. Once in a while, he would chime in with his views and opinions. The text messages were pretty innocent, to begin with. The standard “hello” and “what you are up to” was exchanged between the two of you before more of the dirtier stuff ensued.

You thought about it for a second before you sent him an answer. You and Bucky had started fucking around a few weeks ago. You had met him when your parents had friends and colleagues over for a grand party like they had most of the time. You had just moved back home after living on your own in another city for three years, so this was your first time seeing Bucky in person. You had heard a lot about him and seen pictures when he started working with your dad, and they had formed a tight friendship, but you had never met him in person. He was even more handsome than what the pictures could show when you got introduced to him, and you had started to take a liking to him instantly. He had done as well because not even a week after you met, you and he had started a relationship. To begin with, it was only fucking around, but as the weeks went by, you felt like there may be more to it; sparks were felt between the two of you. None of you had done anything about it yet, mainly because it wouldn’t be received well by the public, your family most likely would disapprove and because of his wife Natalie and her whole family.

Which you didn’t find wrong at all that he was “cheating” on her with you. They both hated each other’s guts and would more than anything like getting a divorce. Bucky had told you that she had cheated on him multiple times, and he had done as well with her, but they played the happy couple when they were out in public because of their families. They got married at a very young age because their families are rich and powerful and wanted their kids to get together, so they are now stuck in this toxic relationship together. But soon, you and Bucky would have to decide where the next step of the relationship would go. Would you continue to sneak around, or would you form a proper relationship and come out for the whole wide world? It was only a matter of time before you needed to decide.

You and he would primarily meet up on neutral grounds. In his car or a hotel but on a few occasions, you had fucked in his or your parent's house in your room. This would be the first time you had done it where he worked; you assumed it would be in his office. It would be risky, but the thought about him taking you hard against every surface had your thighs clenching in need of him.

A soft whimper escaped your parted lips at his promise to fuck your brains out. He was never afraid to be direct with you about his needs and feelings. He always meant what he said, and that was one of your favorite things about him. You could always trust that he would be true to his words.

It would take you about 30 minutes to get over there, so you needed to leave right now. You did a quick freshen up before you called a taxi to get you over to the company’s building. Being in the car gave you time to think this through. You weren't sure how you and he would pull this off. Everyone would see if you entered his office and then wonder what was taking so long and what in the hell you guys were doing in there. In their eyes, you and Bucky weren't even friends. You barely spoke with one another when other people were around, as not to raise any suspicion. For them, you were the boss's daughter while Bucky was his partner, and nothing was going on between you two; besides, Bucky had his “loving” wife, Natalie.

The building stood tall as you arrived. Clouds were teasing rain, and it was a bit cold. The skirt you were wearing made your body chilly, but you kept it on for Bucky's sake. You looked up at the structure before you went through the main entrance. The security guards and the workers at the reception greeted you as everyone was well aware of who you were. You all greeted them with a smile as you walked towards the elevators. Entering the elevator, you became impatient as it took its time to travel up the floors to the main offices in the building. Your legs were uneasy as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. A thin layer of sweat formed on your hairline as you came up with scenarios with how you and Bucky could get caught. You shook your head, trying to get those thoughts down. You trusted Bucky, and besides, this was something you wanted to try out.

When you arrived at the floor, and the door slid open, you saw your dad, Bucky, and some of the employees coming out of one of the conference rooms. The meeting must have just finished. As you walked over, you tried to put on a smile to mask your nervousness. None of them had seen you yet, except for Bucky. He had you in his sight out of the corner of his eye, a slight smirk on his face as he saw you strutting over. You came to stand between him and your dad.

Bucky couldn’t have been more subtle with staring you up and down; your dad was standing right there after all. His tongue darting out between his lips to wet them, clearly having an image on his head about you bent over at his mercy.

“Hi, dad! Mr. Barnes, it's nice to see you again.”

Bucky gave you a simple nod of his head, acting like he isn't just about to have his way with you in his office with your dad not having a clue about what a whore his sweet and innocent daughter is, “pleasure seeing you again.”

“Sweetheart,” your dad gave you a one-arm hug as he had a smile on his face at his daughter visiting him at work, “what are you doing here?”

“I was in the area and thought I could drop by before moving on with my day.”

“Aw, honey. I wish I could spend some time with you, but we have a meeting again in 30 minutes.”

“It's alright, dad. I'm on my way out again anyways. Have some errands to run,” you lied.

“Excuse me, sweetheart.” He turned to say something to the others. While everyone had their attention on your dad, you turned slightly towards Bucky to give him a “chill out” look. The outfit you were wearing had him on edge and excited to have you in his office as soon as possible. Since the crowd was paying attention to your dad, it allowed Bucky to give you some instructions. He leaned in a little closer to you, but not too close in case someone saw.

“Here,” he slipped you his card, the card for the private elevator he had that went from the parking lot and up to his office, “take the elevator. No one is going to see you. Also, I want you to have your panties off before you come upstairs. You got it?”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat. Your body felt hot and warm. The palms of your hands had a thin layer of sweat on them as you took the card from him. Your heart was hammering against your chest. This was really about to happen.

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Like clockwork, your dad turned around towards you again just as Bucky leaned away from your body. “Well, I'll see you when I get home later, sweetheart.” He went to hug you again, and you returned the action.

“Bye, dad. Bye, Mr. Barnes, I'll see you around.”

Everyone said their goodbyes to you before you left. You went out of the building and around it to where the cars went down into the parking lot. Once down there, you made sure that no one was around to see you before you scanned the card for the elevator. The journey up to his office gave you the opportunity to take your panties off. You held them in your hand as you almost bounced up and down in fear and excitement for what was in store for you when you reached his floor.

When the elevator reached the office, and the doors opened, you saw that Bucky was waiting for you, his back facing you. He was staring out the big windows that decorated almost his entire office room.

“Did you take your panties off as I told you to do?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He turned around so he could be met with you. His tongue wetting his lips as he beckoned with his finger for you to come over to him, “get over here now.” Not even thinking for another second, you were quick to stand by his side by the window, waiting for further instructions he had to give you.

“Give them to me,” the palm of his hand was held out for you to hand them over to him. With shaking hands, you handed them over, and he opened his suit jacket to put them in the inside pocket so he could keep a hold of them.

“Is someone going to come in?”

“Shh,” his hand came to caress the side of your face—his thumb stroking your cheek. The simple action had you relax a tiny bit. “Don't worry. I locked the door, and besides, I told them not to disturb me. Do you trust me?”

“I do, Bucky. With my life.”

“Well then,” his finger pointed down to the floor, and you knew immediately what he was getting at, “get down on your knees for me.”

In front of the window of all things?! For everyone to see? But frankly, you didn't care. Let them see it all. You would give them all a good show. Besides, they wouldn't be able to know that it's you because the next building over was some distance away. All you cared about was to have his dick in your mouth right now and nothing else.

Like second nature, you quickly sank on your knees where you had spent more than once worshiping his cock, and this wouldn't be the last one either. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire at you being so easily submissive to him. His tongue peeked out from his mouth at you on your knees for him.

His thumb traced your lips as his other hand was palming the bulge in his pants. You granted him access into your mouth as you sucked and swirled your tongue on his digit.

“I can't wait to have your lips wrapped around me, kitten. Do you want me to fuck your mouth?”

You nodded your head and released his thumb from your mouth, “please, Bucky, I want it so bad.”

Your eyes followed his hands, your lips parted, as he undid his belt and pulled down his suit pants along with his underwear. Coming face to face with his dick, ready to be sucked by you. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and looked up at him through your lashes, waiting so that he could give your permission at proceeding, knowing how much he loved it when you waited for him to provide you with a green light.

“Suck it, baby girl.”

You opened your mouth to swirl your tongue around his head before you wrapped your lips around him so you could suck on his mushroom tip, your tongue teasing him. You could see that he was becoming impatient, so you engulfed him halfway through while massaging his balls in your hand. The action had his hand fist in your hair, making a gasp being sounded against him by you, as an exhale of satisfaction escaped him.

He needed more, so with the help of his hand in your hair, he pushed his dick further into your mouth till the tip of him reached the back of your throat, making you gag around him. The vibrations from your mouth had him shiver all over. Your eyes were watering as saliva started coming out the side of your mouth. Looking directly up into his eyes as you took whatever was left of him the best you could and bobbed your head on him, watching as his eyes struggled to stay open to watch how good you were taking him down your throat.

“F-fuck. That's so good, baby. You love sucking my cock don't you, pretty girl, hm? Such a good girl for me, aren't you?”

His dirty talk turned you on, and all you wanted to do was touch yourself at his words. You released him from your hold. Saliva was hanging from your mouth, and his dick was glistening all in it. Your hand jerked him off so you could answer his question, your voice almost like honey as you spoke. The wetness from you made it easy to glide your hand effortlessly on him.

“Yes, Sir.”

A deep groan was sounded from within his chest at the nickname he loved to be called by you. You on your knees so pretty and messy for him had his dick twitch in your grasp.

“Good, baby. Look at you. Such a beautiful mess for me, kitten.”

“Only for you, Sir.”

His head leaned back some as you took him in your mouth again. Your mouth is an expert at taking the whole of him. “Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Do you want me to cum in your mouth, baby girl?” He asked while slowly thrusting his length in and out of it. All you could do was moan, letting him know that you wanted to taste him.

He picked up his speed and fucked your mouth, making you gag around him each time his tip tickled the back of your throat, and you loved every second of it. His hands came at the side of your face so he could hold you steady as he used your warm and wet hole as he pleased. The sloppy sounds of your mouth, your gags, and moans around him only enticed him even more to reach his end.

His thrusts became uneven, and not a second later, he came deep in your throat. Sounds of pleasure dissolved in the office space as your mouth took all that he had to offer. You swallowed around him, milking him for all that he was worth, as you moaned at his delicious taste. You didn't pull away from him until he had spilled every drop in you.

“Show me your mouth.”

Pulling away from him, you opened it to show him all of the cum. He learned down till his face was inches from you and proceeded to spit in your opening. The action had your desperate clit pulsating.

“Can you swallow all of that for me?”

Closing your mouth, you swallowed all of him, his cum and spit, and opened up once more to show him what a good girl you had been at drinking all that he gave you. His hand was petting your hair as a sign of appreciation for you being so amazing for him.

“Such a dirty girl. Was that good? You love the taste of me, don't you, doll?”

“Mhm, yes,” you responded while licking your lips. Your hand was jerking him off again as you couldn't get enough of the feel of him. Your words and actions had him lean back some.

“You've been such a good girl, and I want to give you a treat. Do you want it?”

His words went directly to your tingling clit, and you needed to push your thighs together to get some form of friction down there.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Get on all fours on the couch, with your ass facing the desk.”

You got up and walked over the few meters to the couch, taking off your skirt and sweater until you were only in your bra, and then got in the position as he had wanted from you. He went over to his desk to have a better view of you—leaning on it as his hands held the edge of it. You supported yourself on your elbows as you pushed your ass up and out, earning a groan from Bucky.

“Like this?”

“Just like that. Now touch yourself for me.”

Pushing two of your fingers inside your mouth to get them wet before your hand went underneath you to circle your aching and needy clit, letting out a sigh of relief at being able to feel something finally. You pushed the two fingers inside of you, letting out a low moan and they stretched and penetrated your tightness, closing your legs some at the feeling. It was nothing like Bucky's fingers or dick, but it would have to do for now. You started to move them in and out of your tight pussy, going at a slow pace, to begin with.

Bucky hadn't said anything yet, so he must be enjoying the show you were putting on for him. He let out a moan just as you turned your head to find him pumping his shaft while watching you intensely as you pleasured yourself. Your teeth captured your bottom lip at the sight of him.

“Fuck, kitten.”

You pulled your fingers out and started circling your clit again, whimpering as you were close to your orgasm. The two of you held eye contact as you watched each other.

“So good, Bucky.”

“You're such a good girl, baby. Showing me how you touch yourself. Is this how you look when you're in your room late at night? Touching yourself like this while thinking of me?”

“Mhm, yes.” His words made your fingers move rapidly into your tightness again, wanting to get to that sweet release you were craving desperately.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum; please can I cum, Sir?” You pleaded, needing to get some form of relief. Tears were teasing to spill out of your eyes if you didn't get your way soon.

“No! Stop!” He didn't want you to cum just yet. Whining at his words but complying anyway, you knew you needed to listen to him, so you brought your fingers out of your hole and into your mouth to suck your juices off. You tried as best as possible to hold eye contact with him as you sucked and swirled your tongue around your digits, moaning at your own taste, as you swayed your ass from side to side for him.

“Fuck me, Sir, please.” He didn't hesitate for one second in getting behind your bent-down form at the speed of lightning. One of his hands caressed and grabbed one of your ass cheeks before it landed on your hip to hold a tight grip on it while the other held his shaft as he teased your fold with the tip of him.

“Please, Bucky, don't tease.”

“I'll give you what you want, doll.”

He slowly pushed himself in your warmth, wanting you to feel all of him. The feeling of fullness almost had you cumming right then and there. He filled you up to the brim, wanting you to feel all that he had to give, and you weren't one bit disappointed. He pulled out till only his tip was inside you before he slowly pushed himself into you again, doing this a few times to get you familiar with the feeling. He just wanted to cum right then and there at the tightness of your walls clenching around his throbbing dick.

“Bucky, please go faster. Fuck me, please,” you whimpered out, wanting him to fuck you completely senseless.

His thrusts were hard and fast as he fucked you into the couch, hips slapping against your backside, making you jolt forwards with each move of him. Your mouth hung open as silent screams came out of it.

“This pussy feels so incredible. Fuck, so tight.”

His hands held your sides while his fingernails dug in your skin, creating dents. He moaned out as he watched his dick disappear into your hole with every move of his hips. Your head was buzzing, and your face was buried deep in the cushions at the intense pleasure Bucky was giving you. “Oh god, please don't stop, babe,” you pleaded of him.

Bucky took a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back, making your back arch. You bit your lip at his rough and dominants actions. The hand in your hair and his abusive thrusts was too much and so intense, but you loved it to the fullest. Tears came out of your eyes as he was taking you so good from behind.

“You like this? Don't you, baby? You like when I fuck your tight and pretty pussy?” Take what belongs to me? Hm? Letting me fuck you like a whore while your dad is just down the hall?”

Your head was foggy from the incredible fucking he was giving you. The lack of answer from you had him unsatisfied, so he smacked your ass cheek hard, making you squeal out at the pain.

“Answer me!”

“Y-yes… I love your cock fucking my tight little pussy. Please don't stop, baby.”

“Such a good whore for me. I'm not gonna stop, kitten, I promise.”

The thought that your dad and everyone else that worked in the building was just out the door, not having a clue as to what was going on in Buckys office, was so intoxicating—not knowing that Bucky was having at it with the boss's daughter.

You turned your head, at the best of your abilities, to look at him. His eyes were shut tight, and his face in pure concentration as he moved his body against yours. He met your gaze, both of you looking at each other as you neared your orgasm. One of your hands grabbed onto his forearm that had a tight grip on your hip. His other went underneath you to play and tease your clit.

“Please, Bucky, I need to cum. I need you to fill me up, please.” The pathetic pleas for him to fill up your pussy was what brought forward his release and made him finish deep inside of you.

His seed filling you up was what brought forth your own release. The way your walls became tighter around him had his hips snap rapidly against you as he gave you all of his cum. Moans and soft whimpers on a loop by the both of you as the pleasure overtook all your senses. Bucky thrust through both of your orgasms, not stopping until you were both satisfied.

Your face was in the cushions as you tried to slow down your breathing. Bucky caressed your sides and peppered kisses all over your lower back. Praises being given to you for being such a good girl to him.

“You're so good to me, beautiful.”

He pulled out of your hole. The two of you hissing out as you both felt overly sensitive. Bucky helped to clean both of you up with a few wipes he kept on his desk. He made sure you were ok before he went over to the windows to grab his underwear and pants, pulling them on where he stood.

You put your skirt and sweater on and fixed yourself up as you sat and watched him get ready. God, he looked so handsome that it had your stomach burst out in butterflies. Now all you wanted was for him to hoist you up on his desk and take you hard against it. But you saw him have a look at his watch, his eyebrows furrowed together.

“The meetings in five.”

He came over to you just as you were getting up. You hissed out as your body felt sore and spent up, but good regardless.

“Are you ok? Did I do too much?”

That was Bucky for you. Always worried that he had gone overboard, but you always reassured him that you had enjoyed yourself.

His hands came to rest at the side of your face, looking you up and down to make sure you were all good. Your own hands went over his ones.

“Hey, I'm alright. Just a little sore, but you know I loved it, and I can handle it, Bucky.”

“I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“I'm all good, babe, I swear.”

You took his face in your hands now as his ones traveled down to the small of your back so he could pull you flush against his body. His face leaned down some so he could capture your lips with his, giving you one of his sweetest kisses. His face moved down to suck and lick at the side of your neck in the most loving way.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” he reached into the pocket of his jacket to retrieve your panties, ”I believe these belong to you.” That cocky smile of his decorated his face as the panties dangled from his finger. Right. You had almost forgotten about those. “Thanks.” You took them and slid them up your legs.

“I wish you could stay longer. There are more surfaces in this office I would love to take you against.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you close. You would love nothing more than to stay here and let him have his way with you, but you knew that he needed to attend the meeting because if not, people would come knocking on his door, wondering where he is.

“I know, me too, but you know my dad is going to come knocking on the door and wonder where you are if you don't show up.”

“Yeah, I know. C'mon, I'll walk you out,”

He followed you to the elevator so he could say goodbye to you. A kiss and a hug were shared amongst you before the elevator dinged that it had arrived.

“We can meet later tonight if you want? Natalie is going out; God knows where, so we can stay at my place this time.” He asked you. “Whatever you want, just let me know, ok?” “I would like that, Bucky. I’ll let you know when.”

You stepped inside of it and pressed the button to go down. A smile on both of your faces as you gazed at each other the few seconds you had before the doors slid shut.

“I’ll miss you, doll.”

“I'll miss you more, Sir.”

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