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briseroyawritingsblog · 7 months ago

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𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒕!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

• +18 minors do not interact. fluffy, happy ending, unprotected sex, soft sex, lots of smut, feelings, breeding kink, marriage. etc.

𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 / 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

divider by @anitalenia 🤍

“I do” you nod softly biting your lower lip, your sclera black eyes welling up with tears as you stand in front of your soon to be husband hands joined fingers tangled, the shimmery gold wedding rings touching.

“I do” Logan nodded too, itching fingers to raise your weil up to finally kiss his bride. God his heart was nearly jumping out of his chest and when the priest said that he may kiss his wife Logan didn’t waste a second. Uncovering your face he pulled you in his arms and covered your mouth in sweet kisses. Indulging into his warm embrace and his mouth you mewled at the taste of his tongue. Clutching your hands on his white button up your mouths melt.

“Ah..” you sob softly, opening your eyes. Raising your hand to look at your engagement ring, it shimmered even though it was pitch black in the room because of your dark curtains the lights from outside peeked in. Chest heaving up and down blinking away tears. You have been trying to make a baby for the last few weeks. For two months to be exact, but you weren’t lucky to catch on. Touching your lower belly you struggled with your emotions, hearing a noice in the living room you guessed that Logan was still awake doing paperwork. You have been financially stable, and living in peace. The life alone with him was so blissful and you experienced a true home. You worked with children full time, and you couldn’t stop wanting your own. Logan loved the idea of being a father and having his own running around so you both agreed to try and make a baby.

“Princess..” walking in the room wearing one of his white undershirt, pair of pants but the belt left open. Your tears didn’t stop as you lied there holding your lower belly even though he was now sitting next to you cupping your cheek wiping away your new tears. Soon you were about to marry him, he asked you to be his wife only few days ago. Small part of you struggled to accept that what if you were not able to carry children even though you had everything what you woman needed. “I’m sorry” a broken whimper escaped your lips. “Why are you sorry baby?” Logan spoke softly leaning down to kiss your forehead slowly dragging his lips to your cheek kissing away your tears. “Maybe I’m not a real woman.. I’m not real” you sobbed. Maybe it was pathetic, but god you felt so much like a failure.

“You are real for me” Logan kissed your shoulder resting his cheek against your own slowly inhaling her scent. You smelled like coconuts and sweet flowers, he closed his eyes dragging his nose to your collarbone and between your breasts. You pulled him closer fumbling with his belt and pants opening them “Show me..” you breathed desperate to pull his cock out. He groaned hungrily, getting rid of your sleeping shorts and your panties. Your pussy glistened with your slick, moans flowed out of your lips when he rubbed the head of his swollen cock between your folds. Hands coming up to his cheeks you flipped him over so you were on top. He groaned hiking up your tank top above your breasts watching them spring free god they were so round and perky. He loved every part of you-

Licking your fingers to moisten his cock even more before you happily sank on it. He let out a soft whimper seizing your hips with his hands trying to piston his hips up into you but you were too determined to love your man tonight. You wanted him so much- “Ugh baby..” you moaned clenching your mound around his cock his lips were left parted in pleasure when your small hands located his pecks. You began to move back and forth gyrating your warm core around his length making him melt under you. “Mommy and Daddy.. we can do it together” you let out little squeaks of pleasure as he ran his big palms on your sides lovingly caressing you. His breath hitched when you rocked your hips even faster “Fuck yes..” he grunted voice dripping with need and lust. Lips agape eyes shimmering with nothing but love as you picked up the speed of your hips riding him faster moaning softly. Logan couldn’t keep it down himself, he moaned for you as breath hitched in his throat. Feeling him in your soul your body shivered in pleasure “Daddy” you mewled bouncing on his cock quicker. Logan’s thumb slid in your mouth and you sucked on it his other hand eagerly squeezed and fondled your breasts twirling your nipples. “F-fuckkk..” he let out a breathy groan watching you bounce on his cock he held your thighs in his large palms struggling to keep going it felt so good his body began to surge with more pleasure. Cock throbbing and swelling in you, you cried out laying back down on his chest as you kissed. His tongue immediately claimed your own and he flipped you over moving both of his arms around your tiny body pistoning his hips into you thrusting in your sopping wet core. You clenched around him milking him for all and you moaned into your mouths in unison. Tongues swirling together your hands scratching down his back as pleasure bolted through your spine arching your back hitting your hips upwards welcoming his thrusts until you both found your highs. Even through your orgasms you moaned into each other’s mouths holding each other. Your legs and arms remained around him. Gazing at the ceiling Logan rested his face on your naked chest you hummed in post haze euphoria “I love you so much..” he sighed in satisfaction sleepily “me too bub, i love you to pieces”

two weeks passed— you got married. The ceremony was private and between you and Logan only and you couldn’t be happier. You didn’t need much in your life just him— just your person and your soulmate, but you tested negative for pregnancy again. Tears forming in your eyes holding your belly. “Nothing?” Logan wrapped his arms around you from behind and you sighed closing your eyes caressing his forearms looking at the negative pregnancy test on the sink. Your wedding rings shimmered under the light as your fingers touched “We will get lucky.. you gonna carry my little wolves soon” he kissed your cheek a soft smile on his lips burying his face in your hair. Heart skipped a beat at the thought of the moment you’d find out eventually that you’re carrying his baby wolves like he loved to call them.

“dinner in twenty..” you whispered kissing his knuckles before slipping out of his arms walking to the kitchen. Thunderstorm spread across the sky and you hummed switching on the flat screen. News were on, thinking Logan would come to the kitchen to take a beer and relax by the tv but instead of doing so he was right behind you distracting you kissing the back of your neck telling you how much he loved you. You couldn’t hide your smile anymore, your cheeks blushed as he touched and caressed every part of you possible undoing your apron just to kneel down sliding your shorts and panties down your thighs. You stepped out of them eagerly switching off the stove. Turning you around your husband’s mouth was on yours latching hard and passionately kissing you. Moaning into his lips fumbling with his belt and jeans unzipping them Logan was already hoisting you in his arms pressing you against the wall. You cried out against his lips as he impaled you on his cock. “Need to fill my wife with all of me all night..” you whimpered locking your arms around his neck as he held your hips moving you back and forth on his cock slowly starting to thrust at the same time causing your heart shake in your chest eyes closing lips parting as you moaned loudly. His face found home in the valley of your breasts breathing harshly snapping hips into you gripping your thighs in his hands making sure they are parted for him and god you shook in his arms “darling.. ughhhh!! Ugh!” You cried clinging to him as if your heart depended on it and Logan growled his claws shooting out smashing into the wall behind you. You gasped looking at him your noses touching smiling the way his hips never stopped pounding into you “fuck fuck fuck…!” your head tipped back as you bounced up and down quicker and quicker your back sliding up and down against the wall your core clenched around his length. “mmm” running your hands down his back your thighs rocked against his sides the more he snapped his hips into you. “love my little wife’s mess on my cock, can’t wait to fill you with my wolves” he smiled against your lips and you giggled kissing him letting him hold you against the wall and repeatedly pound you until you couldn’t breathe and you were drenching his cock in your sweet release. Your body shook as you coated his length in your orgasm and soon he shoved himself deeply in you giving you another of his precious loads cumming deeply in you nestling himself right against your womb making sure it’s filled with his cum. “baby” you mewled, licking his lower lip and he hugged you close. “You have a wall to repair..” chuckling Logan smirked against your breasts “Can’t help it darling you feel so good” he spend another moment being inside of you and you both couldn’t stop kissing and tasting each others mouth —

“Just one more sweetheart.. c’on show daddy how much you love his tongue” he breathed as heat pooled in your core after not even remembering precisely— how many orgasms did your body endure underneath your husbands. You’ve read in books that newlyweds were always glued to each other and wanting one another so badly. “Please please” you whimpered rocking your mound against your husbands mouth as he teased your clit with his tongue and from the sweet overstimulation you couldn’t take it but cum once again. “Atta girl” he smiled kissing his way up to your breasts sinking back inside of you. Your moans echoed in the bedroom as soon as your hips clashed against one another and you both reached heaven. Passing out in your husbands arms, waking up in his arms— you couldn’t be happier. Heat radiating from his body as the first ray of sunshine peeked through your dark curtains the city becoming alive once again, the holographic advertisements showed something new everyday and you couldn’t stop your curiosity. New robots were made, were they like you? Overtime just coming to life? Or were you just the only one special? Logan stirred awake and he peppered your naked chest in soft kisses “Mornin kitten” you immediately blushed rolling on top of him hugging him tightly.

“Goodbye Blake!” You smiled at one of your little children leaving the day care. Waving him goodbye you gathered the colouring pencils off the floor when you felt the sensation in your stomach. It was a heavy feeling and it travelled upwards. Giving the pencils to your colleague you rushed to the bathrooms, and there it was. Your very first time being sick, like a normal human being. A friend of yours came in to check on you and god you felt so nauseous. Lightheaded. That you almost fainted. And it happened at home too, maybe it was time for you to tell your doctor that you feel unbelievably unwell.

After Logan left for work, you dressed and left your apartment. Of course you didn’t tell him because he’d worry so much about you and you didn’t want to stress him. Maybe parts of you were dying out.. maybe you had blood poisoning. Or worse..

Sitting in the consulting room you spoke to your doctor about your symptoms and she smiled. “Have you been active with your husband, Mrs Howlett?” You nodded immediately “Well of course we love each other” you admitted nervously rubbing your palms together. “Let’s do a little check up shall we?” She guided you to lay back and place your legs on the holders so she can sit between your thighs and look you over. She smiled peeking up at you as you lied there nervous “Am I broken doctor?” You couldn’t help it. You didn’t know how woman’s body worked. “Have you had your cycle this month?” You furrowed your eyebrows together shaking your head telling her a ‘no’

“Well.. your cervix is perfectly sealed, you’re expecting” she smiled at you and abruptly sat up. “What?!” She removed her gloves nodding. “If this is your first please don’t be nervous babies are a miracle. I’m sure your husband will love the news” and there it was. You broke down crying— emotions all over the place and tears rolled down your cheeks. “You don’t understand.. we have been wanting this baby for a long time.. and I thought I’m not lucky enough to be real.. but I’m real” you sobbed taking the tissue from the doctor as she listened to you. “Marriage is beautiful—my dear, this baby is a blessing” she rubbed your back to comfort you and you smiled wiping away your tears.

As you walked home caressing your belly with both of your hands you couldn’t stop smiling. You couldn’t wait to tell Logan that you were carrying one of his precious little wolves and maybe more than one maybe two.

You wanted to wait until dinner to tell him, your heart was beating so fast every time you looked at him while he did some paperwork by the table. Approaching him you sneaked on his lap straddling him wrapping your legs and arms around him clinging to him. He smiled hugging you back pen between his lips reading specs on the bridge of his nose as he read through his paperwork. As silent as you were so was your crying, you were so happy. Soaking his white shirt in your tears you kissing his neck and his ear “I’m pregnant” you breathed and the pen from between his lips fell out. “What?” You nodded slowly kissing his shoulder “I’m pregnant.. and I’m so happy” you hugged him but his arms tightened around you seeking your lips. You kissed him softly meeting his gaze and you felt like your heart could jump out of your chest —

“I am real for you..”

𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕. 🤍

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ohsohoney · 11 months ago

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When it comes to love you're just as blinded.

Part Six

Eminem x Musician

Summary: It starts with a drunk embarrassing video, it spirals into something a whole lot more.

Note: Six is here, sorry it took a bit but it's been a long week and I've lacked the incentive to actually start writing:/ BUT I honestly do love this next part, so I hope you do too!

| Set in 2014, just after the release of LP 2

taglist: @thelastemzy

Masterlist

We’d kept the whole outing on the low during the ride over to Rosie’s school– seeing as the kid couldn’t tag along– and instead spoke of her lessons, what teachers she was dreading as well as the snazzy lunch they’d all been promised the week before, before she then mentioned the call that she’d had with her sister earlier the previous day. Which had ultimately reminded me to text my own on our way over.

After we’d watched the girl waltz up the school steps, bag in hand, Em and I finally managed to pull out of the mayhem that was ‘drop off’, Marshall having received more than his fair share of lingering looks from mums in passing cars and the one teacher that was on lookout, much to my amusement. And so it was only as we drove off that I looked over to find that he was wearing this tiny, barely there smile that on him all but screamed drollery.

“What?” I questioned around a wry chuckle, glancing between him and the stereo whilst I messed around with its many buttons in hopes to find a better channel.

Marshall shook his head minutely at me and continued to drive, though that smile of his stayed put.

“Come on,” I prompted again after settling on a station that would just have to do and hiked up a knee so that I could turn a little to face him better, “What’s got you all smiley?”

He cocked a single brow and shot a look my way. “Smiley?” He repeated sardonically.

“Yes, smiley.” I pestered, then impulsively reached out to drag my finger over the curve of his mouth, not even second guessing the gesture. To my surprise though the action only made him blow out a mirthfilled breath and swat the offending limb away. I bit back my own grin, “It’s this thing, see, that happens when you contract the muscles in your face.”

“Huh,” Em said, pretending to mull the words over before he eventually turned to me wearing the stupidest face, “How many you reckon I’m pulling now, hey? Nah, come on now. How many?” He continued to prod after he’d only received an amused scoff in return from me.

Marshall pushed away from the steering wheel when we slowed at the next stoplight so that he could lean over the centre console far enough to poke at my side. The move had me laughing at his sudden playful manner, backing me into the passenger door to escape.

“It’s all in the wrinkles!” I exclaimed in retort to his question, exerting myself even further when a hand jumped over again to pinch at my waist in retaliation, “You just gotta pay attention to them and–” I attempted to dodge the next onslaught of fingers which threatened to dig into my side, “and then I reckon you can count the muscles!”

“Fuck you, man.” Marshall snickered in relent, shaking his head at me after one last prod before we both jumped at the sudden sound of a blaring horn. All those facial muscles of his were quick to drop into a prominent scowl at the scare we’d been given when he shot an aggrieved look back at the driver behind us. Em gritted his teeth and switched gears, letting the car roll through the now green light at a pace set just to further aggravate the guy following us.

I rolled my eyes at the second beep and went to gesture something at the other guy when I was hastily reminded of the car’s too-tinted windows, so instead I just slumped a tad in my seat. “Americans.” I clucked, lips then twitching at the way Marshall’s head snapped over to me, eyes narrowed.

“Careful there, woman.”

With an impish grin, I widened my own eyes tauntingly in retort as he sped up, “Or what?”

Those familiar baby blues flickered across the expanse of my face, taking in the faint freckles and the bow of my lip, then they dropped down to the position I’d since manoeuvred myself into, observing, analysing even. Before they eventually slid back out the front window.

“Tempt me and find out.” Is all that he replied before we were going around the next bend a little too quickly, fast enough to have me bracing myself on the side door just so that I could catch my balance.

I watched on as he merely smirked, thumbs tapping effortlessly against the wheel to the radio, knowing full well what he’d just done.

I wasn’t ashamed to admit that it was much of the same antics throughout the rest of the journey too, Em pointing out stupid shit just so that he could jerk around and swerve a little too hard, which then prompted me into winding down my window so that I could call shit out to whatever unlucky fucker just managed to be passing by.

The first time I’d done it he’d almost lost his nut, eyes as wide as dinner plates whilst he’d attempted to reel me back in and away from the window, probably waiting for somebody to recognise us, or rather him. But we’d been gone too quickly, only the last few decibels of my thick English accent trailing through the air behind us.

I’d practically cackled at the picture he’d painted when I’d fallen back into my seat, his head swivelling every which way in a bad impression of an owl to try and catch a glimpse of the next supposed pap. Eventually though, he’d started to chuckle too, obviously having found somewhat of a thrill in it, and then egged me on to do it again. Not thinking that I actually would.

So we made a game out of it, switching up accents, pretending to know people we didn’t, telling pedestrians that their fly was down or that they had shit on their shoe. Even managed to get someone to knock on some random door, telling them that we were waiting on the guy who lived there.

The one that Marshall seemed to prefer though was when we’d stopped at another red light and I’d wound down my window once more to start up a conversation with this older looking fella crossing in a pair of sunnies. He’d blinked at me, the guy, when I’d asked him how his husband was doing, questioning the most recent surgery and the man’s pruning addiction, before I’d switched up tactics completely and mentioned the dodgy kebab I��d had the night previous, clinging to my stomach and grimacing through the supposed unease I felt.

The second the light had flashed green Marshall had floored it, shaking his head at the expression that had marred the poor guy’s face and grinning over at me like a madman. It’d made me wonder when was the last time he’d granted himself a little freedom, instead of constantly stressing about the public and media's perception. It got me thinking.

Soon enough though the crowded city shifted and changed once more, morphing away from the high-risers and scenic views into too many condemned buildings and yellowing sidewalks. I’d leaned forward in my seat to get a better look out of my window as we’d passed by a block of shuttered shops, taking in the swift adjustment. Em though, he only seemed to get more and more tense the further in we drove.

“Oh, shit! Look at that.” I suddenly awed after a short while, eyes having immediately been captured by the grand display of colours which lined the next street we drove down. It was a mural of sorts, painted along the side of what I could only dub as an offie, and so precise that it almost looked like the letters and characters were jumping out at you, forcing you to actually look and see.

“Fuck, you don’t see work like that often,” I added as we drove on, Marshall’s gaze flickering back and forth between the mural and I before it was out of sight. Me though, I was still grinning and giddily leant in to explain how… “Back home it was all gang tags and area codes, but you could always find the odd piece hidden away if you knew where to look. More central though, you know? They put them on display up there like some kind of gallery, especially in the touristy parts. But in truth, they’re nothing like that– or that!” I found myself gasping again, crowding further forward in the car, enough so that my knees knocked into the dashboard to get a proper look at the next graffiti outline that cropped up.

It was of Diana Ross, afro swooping along the building's top edge as she posed, shoulder facing forward, eyes staring off into the sky above us. Her skin was a flood of blurred blues and vibrant purples, blending into a dark contrast that had been used to further accentuate her features; the long lashes, the effortless pout, and those all too familiar statement earrings.

Passing by, I almost wanted to ask Marshall to stop, I even went as far as to open my mouth to do exactly that until I witnessed the calculating look he’d since taken on. My brow furrowed at the sight of it, but he must have realised me looking all too quickly because in a split second he was watching the road again, face blank as he turned the wheel effortlessly down the next street.

I settled back into my seat and allowed my gaze to linger on the window and the world beyond it, feeling a tad bit settled now that we were away from the hustle and bustle of the inner city. It wasn’t that I disliked it so much that I would go out of my way to avoid it completely, it was just that I’d always been wired that way, no matter where I went. Much preferring the back streets, side alleys and cramped parade of shops to the metal structures that rose cloud high and the people who didn’t give a fuck beyond where they were headed.

Trips into central London as a teenager, and even now as an adult, I supposed, always seemed to leave me feeling all itchy and cornered. It was just a lot to take in being surrounded by so much mayhem and all I ever really wanted to do once I was able to step through my front door at the very end of the day was to wash it all away completely in a too warm shower.

Even the thought of home had me smiling though, listening as the radio carried on humming out a dull tune, the frequency buzzing every so often. Em stayed tightlipped beside me, hunched in his seat as we drove through the next couple streets full of worn and tired houses, some boarded up, others littered with cardboard boxes and the like.

I licked at my lower lip and shifted after a while, dragging my stare away from the many mailboxes, and how they differed from the letterboxes we had back home, over to Marshall himself. I waited a beat or two, figuring he might finally speak up, but to no avail. “So,” I began instead, voice soft in the stillness that had since encased the car, “You gonna tell me where we’re headed yet?”

There was a pause, and then, “Figured I’d give you a real tour, didn’t I?” His eyes flickered over to me, then darted away again. I gave way to the small bout of patience I seemed to somehow own and it actually paid off because although Marshall’s jaw worked itself around his next bout of words, he did eventually say them, “City’s cool and shit, but it ain’t me.”

Looking over at the man, I observed the way his lips pressed together ever so tighter into a fine line that dimpled his chin and how his brow then furrowed even when his stare on the road didn’t dare falter. After hearing the reply I had an inkling of sorts about where we were heading, but nothing concrete enough to get my hopes up, especially not with the way he was acting. Growing more uneasy the further the wheels beneath us travelled.

“And what’s that meant to mean?” I wondered aloud, keeping my voice soft and light as my head lolled back to rest against the seat rest and continue watching. The picture of pure innocence.

My gaze tracked the motion of his tongue when he rolled his lower lip inwards to lick over it. His front teeth prominent in the slight gesture, reminding me of the fact that once upon a time they’d been a lot more bunnylike. “You shared some tough shit with me yesterday,” He spoke, releasing his lip just as his hand rose to knuckle the underneath of his nose, “And you know, this is my way of repaying that, I guess.”

I couldn’t help my slight frown, “You don’t need to repay shit, Em. I didn’t tell you all that crap yesterday to gain something from you, especially not something that’s obviously making you uncomfortable– ‘cause yeah, I’d have to be an idiot not to have realised how your shoulders have pinched higher and higher the closer we’ve gotten to wherever the fuck we’re headed.”

Letting slip a faint chuckle at his slight grimace, my eyes roamed over his side profile, willing him to look back at me and see the sincerity I felt.

“But telling you about my sister and my past, that was me letting you in, alright? Means we’re friends now, even if you don’t see that. And, you’ve let me into your life too, in your own odd way– into your home even. So whatever you think this is,” I paused to shake my head at his stupidity and couldn’t seem to help the heavy exhale I then let go of, “I don’t know, just. I don’t want it, Marshall.”

Silence settled for a stuttered moment. There, there, there until–

“I know.” He sighed, fingers gripping the wheel a little harder in his evident struggle to form an actual reply, so I gave him another second or two to recite whatever it was that he wanted to say. Like usual, Marshall came through, “I know it ain’t like that. This bullshit truth for a truth thing, I never meant it like that. Just–”

He released another weighted breath, this time it fanned out into a self-deprecating chuckle as he shook his head at himself. I waited in perch, breath captured somewhere between my lips and lungs.

“This shit’s jus’ weird for me, yeah. I mean, all my guys are people I grew up with here, the same ones I’ve known since before I met Dre, since ‘fore high school even. I kept them round ‘cause I just couldn’t trust the people in this game, you know. But I did try. Tried bringin’ people in after Z got old enough to realise that me and her mom weren’t never gone work out, but that shit never stuck. They see all this and then they pull away ‘cause they realise too quick that this dump is me, that the man with the money is just that. A man that don’t have to just survive no more. That the cash and the rest of all that bullshit is just something that’s there. ‘Cause it aint never been about that for me, I said it from the start. This stretch of road is the place that raised me. That made me. They don’t understand why I can’t turn my back on that.”

I understood what he was saying in a way. I mean, I didn’t have his level of fame, nor had I been in the game for as long as he had. The man was an icon, not just in his genre but to the kids and the people who had grown up in poverty, who’d been seen as the outcasts.

But still, it was always hard to see just how far past that line you’d drawn in the sand for yourself that the people you let into your life would get.

Sometimes, they just bulldozed on through it before you’d even known that you’d been letting them toe at it.

“I wouldn’t ask that of you.” I murmured after a beat, trying to control the way my chest had torn itself a new hole, something that only tended to happen whenever I let people slip so surely past my own defences. “And I know that you know that, Em. I mean, I’ve listened to your music, heard you even talk a bit about your life before this. So I can sort of comprehend how hard it must be for you to allow me this. But again, you don’t have to.” I assured him with a fond smile, humoured by his rational fear. “You could take me to the studio and we could work on lyrics, or we could just go grab some ice-cream. I’d be happy with whatever, so don’t go beating yourself up over this.”

I laughed lightly afterwards, the sound escaping me almost involuntarily at the thought that then hit me, and felt how my eyes wrinkled with the emotion when he turned to peer over at me. “Also, that was probably the most I’ve heard you talk since I got here.”

Surprisingly, his response to that was to just toss the closest thing he had in my general direction, which ended up being a pink pencil of Rosie’s that had been sitting in the cup holder, its top accented by a feather boa. “Fuckin’ idiot.”

Chuckling away, even though he’d managed to target the pencil somewhere between my collar and sternum, I turned to flash him another grin, mostly just to quietly reassure him that I’d been honest with my previous response and that nothing much had changed with him admitting what he had. “You made up your mind then?”

Marshall’s brow furrowed a tad.

I puffed out another disbelieving laugh, “On where we’re headed. Because I should let you know now that I get motion sick after a while.” It was funny at just how quickly his head snapped round to face me at that, looking vaguely alarmed. I snorted in turn and raised my hands up in a mocking show, “Just saying!”

Em shook his head, appearing forever hassled by me. But then those blue eyes of his strayed back on over and I noted how they’d now taken on a whole new sheen. “Come on then, fangirl. Tell me, the numbers 19946 mean something to you?”

I could only blink in answer but apparently that was all that Marshall had needed as he’d laughed around a growing smirk and slowly pulled into the upcoming street reading Dresden.

I didn’t recognise the name, but he hadn’t been wrong in assuming that I’d know those specific numbers. Although, who wouldn’t when they’d been hung above his head on multiple album covers?

Still it was more than a little surreal to me as we drove on closer, dirt slipping under the SUV’s bulky wheels and wilting trees no taller than me passing us by. I kept on glancing around to try and spot the famous build but was surprised to see a condemned lot waiting for us instead of a row full of houses sat on one side.

Eventually, the car rolled to a slow stop at a roundabout the midway mark, the street practically empty, aside from the few vehicles parked outside of the neighbouring bungalows and those which lined the low curb. It appeared as though the building I’d been searching for had since been charred and had caved in on itself, leaving only a rubble of brick and a lone standing fence removed of all paint in its wake.

I couldn’t help myself as I unbuckled my seatbelt to turn my bemused expression over towards the man perched beside me. But Em had since turned off the car, his own stare caught on the site the same way mine had.

“Fire.” He said after some time, the low hum of his voice slipping easily throughout the silence we’d since enveloped into, “State owns it now but they tried to contact me after it happened, seein’ if I wanted to bid or some shit.”

I kept quiet, eyes raking over his face which had since taken on a neutral expression, hands laying still in his lap. Not many could relate to seeing their childhood home condemned, I mean I couldn’t. I'd left our tiny flat on the estate the second I’d gotten the chance and had only returned when Lottie had come along, my hate for it growing greater and greater the longer I’d stayed copped up there. When I’d gotten the money off of my first real deal the first thing I’d done was rent the house my mum lived in now, managing to buy it a year or so later just so that Lotts would have an actual home to grow up in, seeing as though I wouldn’t always be around.

“Hurt, I think.” Em admitted with a slow blink, pulling me from my thoughts. “We moved around a lot when I was a kid, but this here was the one place I considered ours. Why it made the album I guess. That, and it looked tough.”

We shared a small smile when his eyes flickered over to mine for a split second.

“This why you made it the second cover too then?” I pondered, leaning in closer against the centre console almost thoughtlessly.

Marshall shook his head minutely, thumb flicking over his forefinger once, twice, three times. “Nah, coincidence. Happened a couple days after the release.”

“Mad.” I breathed out and though it had been an unconscious reaction it garnered an airy chuckle out of the man beside me.

“No shit,” Marshall hummed in turn, mouth twitching ever so. “I mean, didn’t expect it but it felt like some sort of weird sign from the universe.”

I couldn’t help but silently agree with the statement, dragging my gaze away from the lot when the audible click of his seatbelt coming undone sounded. “You been back since?” I asked. It was October now, so almost a year later.

A dip of his chin gave me my answer, before his jaw then ticked beneath gritted teeth. He dragged in a long breath then let it go. “It was a dump even before the fire, all boarded up– had been for years.” He told me, his voice low, “Can remember a lot happenin’ here though.”

My head tilted towards him at the quiet admission and my smile answered it in the same soft ease, “Oh yeah, like what?”

He took a moment to think it through, then this smile etched itself a home on his lips. “Nate, my brother. I remember ma coming home with him from the hospital, seeing the kid wrapped up in this big blue blanket. Man, he was this tiny thing. Jus’ couldn’t wrap my head around it.” He wet his lower lip and his eyes darted back over to the property as though he could visualise it all playing out again, “I was like thirteen, I think. Had been waitin’ for her to get back from, wherever the hell she’d been– ‘cause see, ain’t nobody told me that the woman had even gone into fuckin’ labour.”

The laugh that trickled out of him at that was unbelieving, as though he still couldn’t accept that fact even now. My own smile grew a little wider.

“Was here that I wrote my first real song, too.” Marshall revealed after a brief pause, blue eyes meeting mine just before his shoulders slumped a tad, “‘d been writing for years ‘fore that but nothing I was truly excited by, you know. Actually ended up usin’ parts of it in a battle a couple years later, can’t remember against who though, but it stuck with me.”

I could picture that. A baby Em cooped up in his bedroom writing away for hours on end, losing himself in the words and their meanings. Finally feeling like he’d managed to create something people might react to.

“Remember it now?” I asked him with an impish grin, my tone teasing but even I wouldn’t say no to a little rendition. But alas, he simply shook his head. Although, I was gifted a round of effortless chuckles. I shrugged, “Worth a try.”

Rolling his eyes, Marshall allowed his arm to come to rest right beside my own on the console stationed between us, he looked to me, “And here I figured you’d grow bored with all this crap.”

My mouth parted in a playful gasp, though there was a big part of me that was really shocked he’d even thought it. “Bored? You could go show me a dumpster you shat behind and I’d be like ‘ah right, that’s cool’.”

He levelled me with an unimpressed stare that had me choking back a cackle. It was almost too easy with him.

“Fine, maybe not.” I relented with another grin as I nudged my arm against his, “But, I don’t know. I’m intrigued, is all. I like knowing shit about the people I care for, even the weird parts. Like, take my mate Sal, yeah? I’ve known him since we were youngens and this guy was always up to something dodgy, but after his nan passed he kind of just dropped off the face of the Earth. None of us heard from him for ages.” I revealed, my own gaze straying back towards the lot, picturing a two storey town house stood there instead. “Didn’t know it before, but he’d lived with the woman his whole life, she’d raised him. So when she moved on, it was like he had nothing left to live for, you know?”

I figured most, if not everyone, had gotten to a point like that at some time or other. Though Sal had been fifteen back then and that had ultimately meant care and getting social services involved, and for a kid like him with a few dots on his record, it had been hell.

“I went round and knocked a couple days before the funeral, but he didn’t open up. Neighbour said she hadn’t seen hide nor hair of him since the paramedics had arrived the week before.” It felt weird explaining this now, not when I hadn’t thought about it in so long, but I wanted Marshall to understand where I was coming from and this was the first story that had come to mind. “I ended up grabbing Danny and had him kick Sal’s back door in– which had been impressive if you’d have known the kid before he enlisted. Scrawny as fuck our Dan, but built like a beanpole.”

Em huffed out an amused chuckle through his nose, recapturing my attention. My eyes slid over to him and I smiled, noticing I’d lost myself a little there.

“Anyway,” I tittered, shaking my head ever so, “I ended up finding Sal upstairs in the tub. He hadn’t been about to do anything stupid, mind, was just sort of sat there staring into nothing. Hardly even recognized me when I finally shook him out of it, but then I managed to get him down the stairs and into the kitchen. We made tea, I forced him to chew on some toast, and it was then that the dam broke, I ‘spose. He just let it all go. Everything he’d been feeling.”

I swallowed at the memory even then, of the tears and the snot, the way Sal’s eyes had kept drifting away. But then Marshall’s arm was pressing closer to mine and the touch drew me back to the present.

Blinking, I peered back at the man. “Eventually, he sobered up and sort of apologised for the state he was in. But it hadn’t bothered me none. Got him up and walking about, and he took that as a sign to show me about the house. Sort of like going down memory lane.”

I laughed softly then, unable to help myself, none of us had ever visited Sal’s in all the years we’d known him but somehow I’d been lucky enough to have been the first.

“They had this height thing in their kitchen doorway that measured Sal’s growth throughout the years. Fucker went from 5’4 the year of ‘96 before the next indent of change had been jotted down. 6’1,” I told Em around a humorous grin, vividly picturing the multicoloured markings, “He’d always been lanky, would have fit better as a ladder than the trady he now worked as.” I let slip, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, “But less than a year had passed between the two measurements and all I can remember is us just laughing about it. And then about how his nan hadn’t even managed to reach 4 foot 10.”

Marshall’s chuckles filled up the car, easing the emotions I’d gone and dredged up. “How ‘bout now?”

I thought about it. I hadn’t seen Sal in a couple months, but he was my go-to whenever I needed something doing, a proper handyman and somewhat on the straight and narrow. “Uh, hitting that 6’6 mark now. I think?”

Em blew out a long breath. “Shit.”

Laughing, I couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment. “Yeah, he towered above everyone at school and that was before I left, so I couldn’t even imagine the leaver’s pictures.”

Our amusement radiated between us, our arms still pressing tightly against one another even though the console could have fit a whole other arm either side of us. The radio’s hum was kept low and so I heard the slight rustle Em’s trousers made when he moved and his knee pushed against the dash. “You left?”

Stupidly, it took me a minute to understand his question and when I did I ended up dipping my head in a show of reply. It wasn’t something I was proud of, leaving school, nor embarrassed about, but it wasn’t something I spoke about very much. Especially not since I’d garnered a base full of dedicated fans. It was one thing to say you didn’t like school but to admit you’d practically dipped and failed out was another thing altogether.

“How old was you?” Marshall asked, looking genuinely curious.

I toyed with the cuff of my sleeve, thinking back on it. “Uh, fourteen? I think.”

“Wow.” He blew out, then grinned, “Got me beat.”

It was the last thing I expected him to come out with, but it was what I’d needed. I laughed before I glanced over at him, a little surprised to find him already looking back. “Why, how old were you?”

“Seventeen.” Em admitted, lips tugging up on one side far enough to form a small crater in the hollow of his cheek, before he let it go and released a huffed chuckle, “Failed the ninth grade three times over. Figured I’d just stick to what I was good at.”

Music, I figured, and thank God for that.

“I just hated it.” I replied, voice breathy but steady. “Messed with my head and I had shit going on at home. Figured it was easier to leave it all, so I did.” I shifted in my seat then, peering at him, “Went to three different schools before they sent me to this pavilion place, full of kids who’d been excluded or were on their last chance. I’d never been a bad student, was smart enough when I applied myself, but I had bigger shit to worry about, you know? Didn’t have time to waste mucking about.”

Marshall hummed in a show of understanding, those piercing eyes of his stuck on mine. “I get it.”

And I knew that he did. There was no judgement or pity, just a shit ton of compassion. The sight of it made me smile and I let go of a small chuckle that had been lurking, gaze flicking away and then back to him again.

Marshall broke the silence that settled after his words, smile smug as he reached for the car’s door, “You wanna walk?”

Eager, I agreed.

–

The sun was still rather high in the sky when we finished Marshall’s short tour of his old neighbourhood. The pair of us had wandered around the rubble, looking for anything that stood out or caught the eye, he guessed whereabouts his bedroom would have been had the house still been standing and let me in on the secret to slipping in and out of its creaky window. We walked a little further down the street after to look out across the large football pitch the block of bungalows surrounded and Em pointed out 7 mile, a stretch of road which separated Dresden from the Baptist church on the opposing side, explaining how he remembered walking it to and from school.

The many American road signs humoured me to no end and I’d told Marshall so on the way back to the car, hand tucked in our pockets to better shield them from the October winds. “You hungry?” He asked me just as the door rattled closed behind him, already moving to start up the car and get the heat going, “Need gas, gonna stop by the next place we see. That cool?”

I nodded, buckling in. “Could go for something sweet.”

“Shit, and here I was thinking I was sweet enough.”

Gagging theatrically at that gross reply, Marshall snorted at my antics and then shifted the car into gear, pulling away from the curb and away from the lot that once was 19946.

We ended up ducking into a 7-Eleven just off an intersection a while into our drive to… wherever it was we were headed next. Em jumped out first to fill up the tank whilst I waited by the car’s hood, content to just people watch. Soon enough I heard the clunk that let you know that the cylinder was full before I glanced over to watch Marshall jiggle the hose back into its place. The man looked up at the gas pump’s number just before he gestured his head towards the store, joining me on his way over.

It wasn’t too busy, I noted as soon as we stepped through the entrance. There was just an older dude standing over by the fridges full of alcohol and then a kid trying to get his mum to buy him a pack of Takis whilst she struggled with her purse and attempted to keep him in line.

Marshall wandered straight on over to the confectionary aisle and so I followed, eyes surveying the many shelves for anything I might like. Em plucked up a couple candies, some of which I hadn’t seen before, as well as some cherry Twizzlers. I steered clear of the chocolate, never having been a fan of the stuff they sold here, it being so different from those back home, and instead opted for a pack of Sour Patch Kids. Em pulled a face at the selection, which had me rolling my eyes even as I cradled the packet a little closer to hide the sour babies from his horrific judgement.

“Anything else?” I asked, glancing about the store. It wasn’t too often I got to step into one of these in truth, the last time I’d been on tour and even then my manager, Mila, had been a stress head about it.

With a jerk of his chin, Marshall started to lead me further into the store, past a display case of bakery items and a freezer chock full of ice-creams, and over to where a couple of drink machines were stationed. I raised a brow at the bright assortment of colours I was met with.

Em smirked at the face I must have worn, then pointed towards the many cups that had my eyes widening even further.

“If I got this one I’d need to piss every five minutes.” I marvelled, taking in the Big Gulp cup they offered whilst shaking my head.

Marshall snorted and went to grab at it anyways, “Come on, pussy. We can share.” He then gestured towards the flavours, “Which one you feelin’?”

Still reeling a little at the whole sharing bit, I allowed my eyes to dance over the few levers. The amount of flavours they offered was a little daunting, I couldn’t lie, so with a lost expression I turned back to Em, who looked all too amused by my sudden anxiety. I swatted at his arm with the back of my hand in playful retaliation, “There’s like a hundred.” I hissed out, throwing a glance over my shoulder to see if anyone was around.

“Okay.” Marshall merely dragged out in retort, still smirking away, “Might have been a drop out but I know you can count.” That quip earned him a surprised glare which he just brushed off as he moved closer towards the machine, “Figure we go simple, ight? Next time we can switch it up.”

“Next time?” I wondered as he stuck the cup under the Blue Raspberry fountain, which settled things. Because who didn’t like Blue Raspberry anyway?

Em grunted out a hum, finishing off the slurpee with a slight swirl that had me smiling, figuring that there was a technique to it. “Here for two weeks, gonna load you up on sugar. So best prepare.”

Snorting, I just shook my head at him as he stuck a straw in the drink’s top and began trailing his way over to the counter. “What’s that meant to mean?” I asked whilst he lingered by the gum options, waiting for the guy by the till to wrap up his purchase.

Looking over at me, he grinned, “Gotta give you some incentive to come back, right? Slurpees a sure way.”

I couldn’t bite back the laugh that escaped me at that, grin widening even as my eyes narrowed a tad. “Reckon Rosie’s enough to have me visiting again.”

Marshall slapped the hand that wasn’t holding the frozen drink to his chest and gave me a mock look of shock, “I’m wounded.”

It was then that the door sounded and I glanced backwards to see the earlier man headed out of it, Em caught on too and slid on over to the till after he’d grabbed a pack of spearmint and some sort of gummy.

“Just this and pump 7. Thanks.” He said to the cashier, settling everything he’d been holding down onto the counter before he reached for the sweets I held. I would’ve kicked up more of a fuss about him paying yet again. But my gaze had already been captured by the cashier and how he was now watching Marshall.

“You that rapper?” The man asked as he started to scan our items. Nervously, my eyes flitted back and forth between the worker and Em, the latter who looked up at the guy for a long second before he dipped his head curtly.

“Yeah, man.” Marshall answered him, lips quirking up politely as he made a grab for his back pocket to grab his wallet.

The cashier let out a huh, “Didn’t think you’d ever be back in these parts. Not with your girl at least.”

I blinked at the assumption he’d made of us but Em breezed on past it, shooting the other man a quick smile. “Ain’t like that, it’s home, man.”

Nodding, the cashier’s fingers worked their way over the till, “Like your shit. Honour to meet you, brother. You too.” He added as his gaze moved over to me, which earned him a genuine smile from both Marshall and I. Mostly because I knew straight away that he had no clue as to who I was, and was simply including me in the sentiment seeing how I was with Em. It took a lot of respect to garner that sort of reaction from people, the cashier’s sincerity stretching out onto the people Marshall just knew.

“Appreciate it.” Marshall told him, clapping the man’s hand in one of those manly shakes guys seemed to do before the cashier then handed over our Slurpee and the rest of our purchases.

“It was good meeting y'all.”

Em stepped back at the obvious farewell, but before I could move to follow him, I jumped forward instead, eyes grazing over the Lotto tickets the store offered. “Can I also get two scratchers, please?”

I felt Marshall’s stare linger on me but didn’t bother looking back as the man behind the counter stepped on over towards the case, “Any specific number?”

Thinking, I licked at my lower lip before I ultimately shook my head, “Your pick.”

With a quick glance over the array of cards, the man tore off two scratchers and settled them down, typing out the total for me. I tapped my card on the reader and then picked up one of the tickets before turning swiftly on my heel.

“Hey!” The cashier called out just as I reached Marshall, the man having hovered a foot behind me the entire time, “You left this.”

I continued to walk towards the exit though, but did stop to flash a grin back over my shoulder, “It’s all yours!”

His mouth parted for a second in obvious confusion, stare dropping down to the ticket he held, and before he could deny it, I was grabbing Em’s hand in mine and leading him out, waving the other man a goodbye.

“Don’t even know if he can take that.” Marshall mentioned once we reached the car, forcing out a disbelieving chuckle as we slipped inside.

Shrugging in reply, I allowed him to pass off the bag to me and watched as he settled the Slurpee in the cupholder alongside the pencil I’d since returned.

“Where to now?” I questioned, clipping my belt before I handed over the remaining scratcher. Em frowned down at it, so I nodded to prompt him into taking it, “Used to get them with mum when I was younger, we’d get one and then take turns scratching it off. Last time had been mine, but it's been a long while since we mentioned it, let alone bought one. So I’m passing on the tradition. Your go.”

Marshall, for the first time, actually looked beyond stumped, watching me with a heavy gaze, seeming to understand what I was giving away here before he slowly reached out to take the ticket from between my fingers.

“Go on,” I urged with another smile, tilting my chin at him. “See what you won.”

“If.” Em corrected gently, but did as told, taking his keys and using a stubby silver cut to scratch at the foil. He looked it over once it was clear, then with a small smile handed it back to me. “Five bucks.” He said, buckling in and checking his mirrors before we set off.

I grinned triumphantly and didn’t hold back on my “I told you so.”

It wasn’t hard to spot the grin behind the hem of his hood as he pulled away from the pump, but before I could actually point it out, our attention was then caught by a frantic waving of arms.

Simultaneously, both Marshall and I’s gazes snapped over to the cashier we’d just left, spotting him all but dangling out of the store’s night-pay window. Marshall was hasty in rolling down his own, stopping the car just before we could roll past.

“I won!” The guy hollered across the lot, “I fucking won!”

I giggled at his excited face, the pure joy that left him in waves. An utter contrast to the chill cashier we’d just been talking to moments before. And couldn’t believe it.

“Spend it wisely, brother!” Marshall called back to him and there was no mistaking the giant grin that overwhelmed his face as he watched the other man come close to tears, clutching the ticket I’d left for him.

“I fucking won!”

Marshall and I shared a look and by the time we managed to drive away, I was still in a cloud of disbelief. Awed by the reaction and how one gesture had changed another person's life. Em must have felt it too, because he looked over at me and took my hand in his, squeezing ever so whilst still wearing that grin.

And was it stupid of me to admit, if only to myself, that I felt like I’d gone and won the lottery then too?

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Contains/TW: HAPPY LATE V-DAY LESBIANS!! i’ve had this idea for a while and i knew my elmelia girlies had been starving for a while so i wanted to give you another bonus chapter 💙 not a ton of warnings i don’t think besides subtle mention of self harm and set in a long term residential psych facility. HOWEVER, this is not meant to romanticize psych facilities in any way! i’m someone who has personal experience with staying in one and i do know of a couple long term facilities that throw celebration events for the patients that have been there for a while and i really wanted to portray some sort of healing for them as well! also some content of caitlyn being the sweetest big sister of all time because i will not have her portrayed as a villian in this verse 😤 lastly just your usual tooth rotting fluff and our lovely angsty pairing xx (also some liiiite future character cameos from some of your other fandoms maybe?? 🤭)

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Midnight Rain

It might’ve seemed odd, supremely out of character, a take that would’ve made you think I was completely taking the piss even; but Ellie really fucked with formal events. And the moment she had set foot in the facility to now, she had been raving about the wellness gala the facility threw at the end of the summer. Set about a week before our release with invites sent out to all of our families it was sort of made to be a celebration of all of the improvements we had made over the summer. Tell our success stories. Inspiration porn if you will.

Nevertheless though after a summer of wearing and washing the same pairs of jeans and sweatpants most of us were dying for the chance to get dressed in our finest and finally start to actually feel special, for once. Given the fact it was a gala, and fancy parties was what my parents did best, I almost even expected them to show up. But whenever Caitlyn popped in during visiting hours earlier that day to drop off our outfits I was hit with the same disappointing news. While they made a generous donation and they send their love, they’re unable to make it.

It wasn’t surprising… I guess in the long run I should’ve expected it. As usual though, right before it was about to start I still found myself alone on the rooftop garden, ruining what little bit of makeup I had managed to put on without Caitlyn’s help. It was almost picture perfect, a girl alone in a ballgown, black mascara and eyeliner streaks running down her face. It really was the most perfect dress too, my favorite color, the perfect shade of navy blue that slowly faded to a lighter hue towards the bottom that seemed to flare with layers of tulle in the most perfect way. The bodice decorated in intricate beadwork of various constellations and single stars that almost rivaled the midnight sky. And with off the shoulder tulle sleeves, it had been the first time all summer that I wasn’t hiding my scars from somebody besides Ellie. The first time I actually felt comfortable in something enough to do so, that they’d be too busy staring at the dress rather than my arms. But the people I wanted to see me for who I was the most weren’t here, and I don’t think they ever would be.

“Cinderella?” Ellie’s familiar sing-song voice carried from the entrance causing me to lift my head and glance back at her. God, she was breathtaking even in the most simple of outfits. Clad in a silk button-down shirt that matched the main color of the dress perfectly, a sleek pair of black dress pants, a black suit jacket, and of course, the trusty pair of combat boots she never took off. I even wore similar ones of my own underneath my dress. “You know you’re only supposed to run away whenever the clock strikes 12, right? Not whenever the mascs are getting ready because you know it’ll still take them longer.”

I let out a tearful chuckle despite the ache in my chest, pushing myself up to my feet to whirl around to face her. “Sorry I uhhh… I really needed some air. Too much hairspray.” I spoke with a little sniffle, eyes softening as she approached with a gentle look of sympathy in her own eyes. And I almost hated it, had I not loved her so much. “You look- a-absolutely stunning, Ellie. I-I’m sorry if I’m- fucking any of it up.”

“Oh fuck off, you’re the only reason I look this good anyways.” She said with a shake of her head before sliding her calloused hands into my own as the hint of a smile ghosted on her lips. It didn’t last too long though before she was letting out a sad sigh and pulling herself closer, running gentle hands along my bare arms. “You look beautiful too, you know? And I’m really sorry your parents can’t see that.”

“It’s nothing new, I-I don’t even know why I’m still up here crying like- there are so many people who have it worse. I mean- you don’t even have any family coming and you still have to be the one to comfort me like, i-it’s so unfair.” I rambled on, the incessant tears already pooling in my eyes again.

“Hey, shut up.” Ellie spoke with the upmost love, only shaking her head as she slid those protective but so gentle arms around me. I muffled another tiny sob into her collar, letting the tears soak onto the fabric and hopefully not turn my face into even more of a mess than it already was. “I have family, I have you… and I think that means Caitlyn’s taking me on as her own too? I mean I could definitely be wrong but-"

“Oh no, she definitely has. And she’s also definitely not letting you pay her back for that outfit by the way.” I spoke through another tearful giggle of my own as I lifted my head from her shirt. “Think of her as like your sister-in-law except we’re not engaged or anything.”

“If we’re still chronically bitchless by the time we turn 30 though then we might as well because honestly I still struggle to picture any of my future girlfriends measuring up to you right now because like- like actually wow, h-have you looked in the mirror? Because my heart feels like it’s gonna beat out of my chest just looking at you.” She was breathless as she rambled on, cheeks rapidly turning as red as roses as she let her eyes scan me down once more. And finally I could feel my eyes start to dry up, the ache to disappear from my own chest as she effortlessly stitched up the previous breaks from before. It never did take her too much.

“Don’t tell them that because I’d hate to put a bitch in her place.” I teased with another laugh, lifting my arms upwards to prop on her shoulders. From a certain angle it almost looked like we were dancing together, a silent duet with no company but the stars. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel anything for her in that moment. An innate fear that one day she actually would move on, she actually would find somebody that measured up to me (not that I thought I was much) and slowly we would grow apart. I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep on her chest at night, I wouldn’t be able to hold onto her arm during meltdowns, or make her silly little flower crowns that she’d always wrap around the little bun she wore her hair in.

“Hey, what’s on your mind?” She finally spoke up over the roaring silence, brushing aside a stray piece of my hair with the most delicate of touches.

“Too much… I think.” I said with a shaky sigh, hands curling around her shoulders as I tried to bite back the words. But god I had been trying like hell all summer to keep those words at bay, and I just didn’t think I had the strength to anymore. “Do you think in another life… it could’ve been us?”

“Baby-” Her voice came out in a sad sigh as her gentle hand pressed to my cheek. The nickname was rare, though it always felt like she wanted to say it more, instead patching it up with friendlier diction and connotations. It was moments like these I don’t think she could help herself though.

“Look, I know- I know it can’t be this one, I get it. I don’t like it, but I get it. But in another life maybe? Maybe we met in a different way and it just… it worked out?” I explained, each statement narrowly bracing for the hit of disappointment as my voice shook more and more with each word. But it never came, instead I could only feel Ellie’s hands sliding around my waist to bring me back into her, tucking my face back into the crock of her shoulder.

“Yeah, I really do.” She spoke with another sad sigh as she leaned her cheek against my head. “In another life, I think we either met in a record store or a bookstore. You couldn’t reach the top shelf and you needed a far more capable lesbian to help you-"

“Hey!” I exclaimed with a laugh as I gave her a playful shove causing her to only giggle and shrug.

“I mean it’s true, you can’t reach the top shelf, can you?”

“Neither can you without standing up on your tiptoes!” I fired back with a stern finger pointed her way.

“Well maybe in this universe I’m like, 5’8 or 5’9 maybe?” She suggested with a little tilt of her head as if seriously weighing the options.

“Oh, fuck off!” I rolled my eyes as I slipped my hands back into hers. “That’d just give you more opportunities to tease me.”

“Which you secretly love, might I add. Am I wrong?” Ellie read me with ease just in time for my cheeks to flush as I gave her another little shrug of my own.

“I like to cuddle into people whenever I hug them.” I admitted simply, Ellie’s small smile only growing in victory.

“As I thought.” She said with pride before stealing a look down at her watch. “Anyways, not to change the subject or anything but I am glad I caught you alone because- I have something I really wanted to give you. That’s totally not gonna help our star-crossed lovers case at all but… oh well.”

“Els, you didn’t have to get me anything- I- I didn’t think to get you anything.” My eyes were soft and cheeks red with embarrassment this time as she reached for the inner pocket of her suit jacket.

“Surely you don’t think I only get people gifts because of what they’ll get me, right? Besides, part of it’s mine anyways.” She said with a shy little shrug, back to being the same awkward yet somehow charming girl she was whenever I first met her. “So… I’ve been thinking a lot about how you call me the sun, and I think I’ve come to the conclusion that you’re the moon. And I could probably go on and on and on saying the cheesiest shit of all time but with the purpose of you not finding me cringeworthy, I won’t… and, I’ll just give you this.”

She pulled a jewelry box from her pocket, my eyes immediately widening and softening all at the same time as she pulled the velvet case open. In it sat two matching necklaces, one in the shape of a sun completed with little yellow diamonds and jewels, but blank on one side to fit the pendant of another necklace, a silver crescent moon magnetically attached, lined with little blue jewels. “Oh… my god, Ellie, these are beautiful. I- I’m never gonna take it off.” My vision went blurry once more, probably for the millionth time but this time for a vastly different reason as I placed my hand against her arm. “You picked these out yourself?”

“Well, I had a little help from Caitlyn on the outside but overall, yeah.” I watched her cheeks nearly glow the moment I lifted up onto my tiptoes to place a soft kiss on her cheek.

“Can you put it on me?” I asked, already bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet in excitement. It was like I had done a complete 180 from even just a few minutes earlier.

“Yeah, i-if you’ll put mine on?” Ellie said shyly.

“Well, obviously.” I giggled, whirling around to sweep my hair out of the way. I had to rise up on my tiptoes to latch Ellie’s behind her neck, not wasting any time to reach for the pendant and connect it right with my own. My smile only growing at the sight before softening to a more relaxed one. I couldn’t remember the last time I had truly felt relaxed, but my head against her shoulder underneath the stars with our conjoined necklaces I felt pretty close to it. “I love you, Els.” I muttered, lifting my arms to drape around her shoulders just as her own slid around my waist to pull me into the most gentle and innocent of embraces.

“I love you too, baby.” She sighed against my hair before brushing her lips to my temple. We lingered in that position for a moment… a long moment, and I probably could’ve stayed there forever in some silent dance with her. But before we knew it we were letting out matching sighs and prying ourselves off of each other. “You ready to do this? Oh- wait…” She began, reaching into her pocket once more to pull out a little compact of my face powder. “Figured we’d probably need this.”

“Because you know I’m a crybaby?” I questioned with a little giggle that she only followed with one of her own.

“You might be a crybaby, but you’re my crybaby.” She spoke, gently dotting the powdered foundation along the darkened tear streaks. “There, good as new.” She smiled softly, letting her soft hand linger against my cheek for just a second longer.

“Thank you… for everything.” I whispered, letting my head lean into her hands ever so slightly. “Now, let’s do this.”

The main public hall felt like it had been completely converted, from your casual check-in and visitor’s room to the doors of the ever elusive ballroom being thrown open and elegant white carpets leading from the entrance straight into the large expanse of space. The room was decorated in lush white flowers, shining fairy lights and lanterns. Large circular tables surrounded the outside of the ballroom, each seat labeled strategically with every name of the patients and the family that had rsvp-ed. And right on time I could see that familiar expanse of straightened navy blue hair clad in a sleek power suit with a silk tie of the same color of my dress.

“Right this way, Ms. Kiramman.” The orderly spoke as he lead her along the carpet, but it didn’t take her long to spot the two of us standing at the top of the stairs the moment her eyes scanned the room.

“Caity!” I practically squealed, feeling just like my 14-year-old self excited for her big sister to come home from college. Even if she did come home often, the joy never went away.

“There you guys are! I was beginning to think you were leaving me hanging!” She grinned as I broke out into a run towards her, tossing my arms around her shoulders just as I felt my feet leaving the ground as she wrapped me up into her safe arms. “Ellie, I could probably pick you up too if you wanted.” Caitlyn teased as she shot her a little wink before setting me back on the ground, immediately causing me to pull Ellie right in to our group.

“I’m cool with just a hug.” She replied with a little flush.

“I can definitely do that.” Caitlyn said with a soft smile as she pulled her right in next, and slowly I could even see Ellie relaxing in her arms. Caitlyn’s hugs were always the best though, her hugs were healing. “I’m trying really hard not to act like a mom right now but… I-I really am so proud, of both of you.” She began, each hand gripping one of ours with that delicate minuscule little smile of hers. “I know spending your summer in a psychiatric facility probably wasn’t at the top of your list but still… I’m so so proud of you. Also the house was really quiet over the summer and it drove me crazy so, it’ll be nice to have you back.”

“Oh, with Ellie staying with us it definitely won’t be quiet.” I giggled, trying to refrain from crying any harder than I already had. Meanwhile I think Ellie’s eyes were already swimming with tears.

“Thanks again, Caitlyn… for everything. You guys sort of saved my ass this year.” She sniffled, gluing her eyes to the floor as if not wanting anyone to see the obvious emotions she wasn’t used to being able to show.

“Hey, Williams, Kiramman!” A familiar voice sounded from the back entrances where the patients were filing in.

“Oh my god, Pricefield! You guys look so cute!” I practically squealed as I whipped around to face the couple with a bright smile.

“Take it in, you’re not gonna get me in a dress often!” Max exclaimed, gesturing towards the simple yet stunning blue silk dress that seemed to match Chloe’s hair perfectly and hugged her figure in just the right way.

“I’ll catch up with you guys inside.” Ellie chuckled a bit to herself as she placed a soft kiss against the top of my head.

“Tell those two psychos they better be at our table.” I giggled, glancing over my shoulder as I watched Ellie take off towards the couple in excitement.

“Chloe, since when did you own this slutty little number!” Ellie exclaimed as she picked at the sheer lace black top tucked into a pair of simple black dress pants with a black suit jacket buttoned over top.

“Since they wouldn’t let me wear it by itself! Now, why didn’t you tell me Millie’s sister was so fine!” Chloe added under her breath, but everything carried in a room this big. I don’t think she particularly cared about not being heard either.

“Hey!” Max scolded as she gave her a firm swat on the stomach.

Caitlyn let out a snicker from next to me as I slipped my hand in the crook of her elbow, “Pricefield?” She questioned with a lifted brow.

“Chloe Price and Max Caulfield… they’ve been dating since they got here so we call them Pricefield.” I explained with a chuckle of my own and a little squeeze of her arm. My breath hitched right in my throat the second we stepped inside the broad expanse of the ballroom however. “Wow, this is- this is incredible. I-I feel like I’m finally getting to experience prom.” I almost felt like a little kid stepping into a real life fairytale. Like a princess come to life.

“Oh, this is way better than prom.” Caitlyn laughed as she scanned the tables for our names before her eyes lit up. “Here we are!” She exclaimed, stopping right at a large circular table, white placards with our names scrawled in gold cursive sat side by side. “Now, before Ellie comes back… I have to ask.” She whispered underneath her breath as she pulled my chair back.

“Oh, here we go.” I flushed with a little roll of my eyes as Caitlyn plopped into the seat next to me.

“Come on… you guys are cute and she seems to make you really happy.” She said with her eyes softening as I instinctively reached for the moon pendant around my neck. “It’d be okay if you were, you know?”

“We- We talked about it, I-I guess.” I sighed, gulping an almost sad lump down my throat. “We just both decided it was ultimately probably a bad idea, dating your psych ward roommate that later becomes your inseparable best friend.” I explained with a shake of my head as I felt Caitlyn slip her hand into mine to give it a small squeeze. “Love’s just… really really complicated, you know? And what I love about Ellie is that our friendship isn’t… and I just don’t want that to change, I guess.”

“Love definitely is rather complicated.” Caitlyn sighed with a knowing look in her eyes as she lifted an arm to wrap around my shoulders. “But if you ever change your mind, she does have my approval.” She added with another soft smile.

“I can think of nothing more important, Cait.” I let out a snicker as I leaned my head against her shoulder, tightly slipping my arms around her in a side hug. “Thank you… for saving my life. I-I’m really trying not to get too emo but… still, thank you. You’re my- You’re my hero, Caitlyn.”

I barely had the chance to sniffle before Caitlyn was catching the stray tear with her thumb, “Oh Mills, you’re mine too.”

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study break|part three|J.MILLER|

Summary:When Sarah suggested you and the Millers should go to brunch together, it seemed like a good idea, a fun one. Then one of the miller brothers decides to get his dessert early, upsetting the other. Someone’s gotta pay for that, it just happens, poor you is burdened of the payment.

WARNINGS: Dirty talking (tommy and joel) angry joel, choking, slapping, degrading names, public touching. Dark!joel DARK JOEL. He’s mean in this yall my apologies im not sorry. Pining tommy. Over panties touching.drunk joel texting you apologizing (pathetic) POSSESSIVE JOEL

“Are you really that much of a dumb fucking slut? It’s me or fucking no one.”

It was Sarah’s idea, going out for brunch, the four of you. “If you’re gonna be staying here for two weeks, may as well get comfortable with my family!” She said that with the most genuine smile.

It filled you with a little bit of guilt, for the things you had done with her dear father the night before, guilty for the way her uncle craves you.

Even though she wouldn’t realize what was going on, even if it was right in her. Sarah only thought the best of people especially her father, so of course she wouldn’t think the miller brothers would be drooling over you.

All of you cram into joel’s navy pickup truck, it was big and clearly one of his most prized possessions. Still has that “New car” scent. “I swear he would fuck his truck if he could, spends fifty bucks every week getting it washed at some fancy place, its so anal.”

Sarah says after she heard your gasp after jumping into it.

You pull your seatbelt over your chest, clicking it into place. The warm black leather sticking to your bare legs. You decided to dress up for lunch, throwing on the only dress you packed a.k.a the only one you owned.

Sarah is talking your ear off about boys, shopping and what colour she should get her nails done next.

You hear the sound of the door slam, Joel strolls out of the house, dressed in his nicest flannel, buttoned up. A patch of the grey t-shirt he was wearing underneath, exposed. The way he had his sleeved rolled up mid arm had you drooling.

“He wears that god damn shirt to every fancy event, I swear he doesn’t have any formal clothes.” She says pointing to his washed out jeans as he approaches the car, you laugh, but really you couldn’t take your eyes off, how good those jeans shaped his ass.

He opens the car door, Tommy yells out from the door way, with one shoe being pulled on “Joel slow the fuck down, i’m coming with y’all.”

Joel scrunches his face up, shaking his head. “Fine, you’re paying for yourself.” Sarah looks at you with a confused look, you guess Tommy never comes to restaurants with them. Maybe he was coming for you?

He gets into the truck, starts the engine letting out a sigh. You look at the back of his head, he adjusts the rear mirror right on you, your eyes catching his.

You clear your throat and go back to listening to Sarah until Tommy gets into the car, with a stupid fucking smile.

“Everyone sleep okay?” He asked as if he wasn’t dead fucking asleep, while joel was in your room making you believe in heaven.

Joel lets out a small laugh, you both were thinking the same thing. Sarah replies to him and starts talking about her night.

“Can you believe he wouldn’t go through a drive thru for me? Who denies a drunk person fast food?” She says like its the worst thing ever.

“Who almost throws up in someone’s car because they couldn’t handle their liquor? Wanna answer that hun?” Oh hes sassy. Sarah was sending you videos all night, yet you only looked at them this morning due you being…slightly busy when she sent them.

It’s a long drive of you and joel stealing glances, looking away awkwardly when even the sight of him is bringing back memories of last night.

Finally, Joel pulls into the parking lot. You look around, it’s a decently nice place, one of those “insta worthy” places were girls take pictures of their food, it was overpriced for a reason it’s “aesthetic”.

Sarah loves it. Sarah was one of those girls that posted on her instagram every day, anything and everything.

She posted Joel a good few times before you came, not realizing he was her father.

More like one of those hot teachers in high school, that you beg to take a picture with on the last day of school.

He was good looking, he didn’t look his age at all. Never would you guess her dad would be THAT attractive.

He hops out, letting out a deep sigh and clearing his throat.

You undo your seatbelt, pick up your phone, you reach to open the door but Tommy is already there, with begging eyes he opens it.

“After you.”

He waves his hand, leaning on the door as you and Sarah hop out.

Adjusting your dress as you walk towards the door, Sarah’s arm interlinked with yours.

You can feel their eyes on you, the wind blows the bottom of your dress up, exposing patches of your thighs.

You look back, joel is sizing up the place seeing if it’s even decent, Tommy is well, um being Tommy. Devouring you with his eyes, it makes you nervous.

It takes him a good couple seconds to realize you caught him staring, peeling his eyes off your legs and smiling.

The fresh conditioned air gives you goosebumps as you step into the door.

A girl that looks like she spends way too much time on social media, about a couple years older greets you.

“Ya’ got a reservation sweetheart?”

God, you forgot that literally everyone around here got a pet name for strangers. Fucking texans.

Sarah pipes in.

“Yeah! Miller, four of us.”

She smiles and looks down at her reservation book.

“I’ll bring y’all to your table.”

She steps out from behind the cash and walks the bunch of you to a table on the deck, over looking the ocean.

You sit down in your seat, Joel sitting in front of you sarah attached at his hip.

Meaning, you’re stuck sitting neck to tommy. For fucks sake.

She smiles at joel, practically drooling.

“I can get your drink orders if y’all are ready.”

Sarah skims over the drink menu then smirks.

“Two mimosas for me and the lady.”

Joel shakes his head.

“You didn’t drink enough last night?” He huffs out.

You try to hold back a laugh but it’s uncontrollable.

“Just a coffee for me.” He hands the drink menu off to her.

“You want cream or sugar?” She asks, accepting the menu.

He shakes his head.

She hasn’t took her eyes off him since he walked in, fucking desperate.

“Water for me.”

She doesn’t even look at tommy when he orders. Why were you so upset over this, he’s beautiful you should know you’re not the only person that thinks that.

She nods her head and practically skips away.

You whip out your phone, placing your elbows on the table. Opening your messages skimming through to find sarah.

You: Staring problem much.-12:37pm

Her phone dings, she checks the notification and smiles. Typing back instantly.

Sarah m.: i thought she was gonna crawl on the table and harass him right then and there :0-12:37

You read her text and start laughing, you look at her and nod. Joel catches this, he leans over and tries to get a peek.

You: It’s definitely his “fancy” shirt. SHE WAS DROOLING.-12:38

She laughs and joel reads it, taking her phone and typing back.

Sarah m.: it is fucking fancy, thank u.-12:38

He huffs in unison with her, she tucks her phone back into her phone pocket and the lady returns.

With a fucking smile.

You look at sarah and roll your eyes as she lays down the drinks. Joel’s first, obviously.

She asks for your order then walks away.

You’re sipping on your drink, staring at the view, what were you thinking wearing a dress, wasn’t even hot out?

You get goosebumps and shiver, tommy catches it while sarah and joel are deep in conversation, about something stupid, whatever they could debate about, they would.

“You cold honey?”

He places a hand on your knee, rubbing circles with his thumb.

Oh god.

You shake your head. “Probably shouldn’t have worn a dress, bad idea.” Adding a nervous giggle.

He smiles, leaning in closer and whispering into your ear. “That’s right. Should have worn nothing.”

He pulls his hand further up, resting on the hem of your dress. Sitting comfortably on your upper thigh.

He rubs slow circles on your inner thigh, you squirm in your seat.

Fuck.

You finish off your drink, Tommy moves his hand up, grazing your clit through your panties. Your breath hitches. Joel looks at you, you look back.

He looks at Tommy then furrows his brows.

Fuck. Oh my FUCK.

You were caught.

You knew how much Tommy’s pining for you bothered him yet, you still let him touch you.

You’d say you were bothered by it too but the way your panties are wet right now says differently.

You clear your throat and stand up. “I’m gonna use the bathroom, ill be back.”

You almost trip over your own feet walking to the bathroom.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

Does this mean you’ve lost Joel?

Maybe you’d get some nice rough angry sex out of this, finally feel him.

You stare in the mirror taking deep breaths trying to figure what the fuck to do.

Back at the table, Joel’s clawing at himself to have control, it’s nothing just some stupid fucking flirting, you didn’t resist though.

Fuck it.

He taps his jeans pocket and sighs. Interrupting Sarah and Tommy’s discourse on the latest movie they watched. They both look to him. “I forget my phone in the truck, imma get it.”

Sarah shrugs her shoulders as if she didn’t need to know that and goes back to her conversation.

He gets up, walks towards the exit and when he’s far enough for them to not see him, he stomps over to the bathroom.

You’re finished practically water boarding yourself to feel better, wiping off the “waterproof” mascara that ran down your face .

You open the door and are met with the hard chest of a taller man.

“Oh i’m sorry sir-“ You look up.

Fuck.

He pushes you back into the bathroom with a grip on your neck. Thank god for private bathrooms.

You thought it was just gonna be some steamy, kinky, public sex cause of him choking you. The way he was looking down at you, his grip tightening tells you different. He was fuming.

“Ah i-“ It’s hard to speak with the way his hand is engulfing your neck.

“Did ya like it?” He loosens his grip just enough for you to speak, pushing you against the bathroom wall by your neck.

The other hand encaging you above your head. He was leaning so close to you, it seemed like you could change his mind and it WOULD turn into sex.

He tilts his head waiting for an answer.

“Like what Joel?”

He tongues his teeth and shakes his head at this.

“Uh uh don’t you fucking dare-“ He retightened his grip. “-play the dumb slut with me, thought you were the smart one darlin’?”

You nod, choking out a response. “I’m sorry joel—really. I didn’t.”

He lets out a groan, slapping your face, a burning feeling races through your cheek, then he was spreading your legs.

“So you’re telling me, if i check right now, you won’t be soaking for tommy” He gets up in your face.

“Don’t like you lying to me darlin’”

He reaches down, hand still on your throat for dear life.

He feels your panties. They are fucking soaked. From him or Tommy, you have no clue.

“Just what i thought. Ya think you can just go ‘round picking and choosing what miller you want as your fuck toy?—” He tightened his grip, you can barely breathe.

“—Think i wouldn’t know? Think i don’t recognize that cute little face you make, when someone’s touching ya’?”

You choke on your own spit.

“Are you really that much of a dumb fucking slut? It’s me or fucking no one.”

He takes his hand off your throat. You cough as the air slowly refills your lungs. “I’m yours okay? Please i’m sorry.”

He grins, grabs your cheeks and gives you a quick kiss.

“Oh i know baby, you’re sorry now.”

He leaves the bathroom, leaving you to wipe the fresh mascara stains off your cheeks. You fix your hair and clear your throat.

When you come back to the table, Sarah is digging into a bowl of vanilla ice cream.

You sit down, Tommy smiles at you. Joel is wiping the pink lipgloss you stained him with off, before anyone notices.

“Hey! Are you okay? You were in there a while.” Sarah says with a mouthful of ice cream dripping past her lips.

You try to come up with an excuse.

“Got kinda lost trying to find it.”

Joel huffs. Tommy can’t keep himself off you. It’s like he’s trying to get you in trouble.

He leans in again, nothing good comes from this.

“Too bad I already had dessert, ice cream looks pretty darn good.”

God just touching you was his dessert? You’d blush if it wouldn’t get you put in your place again. He tries to touch you again.

You swipe his hand away. It hurt him, he frowns and mutters a sorry.

The car ride home was quiet. Sarah showing you pictures of the dinner on her phone.

Both millers were staring right at you in each picture, it’s like they weren’t even trying to hide it.

The only interaction with Joel for the rest of the night was those few glances through the rearview mirror on the way home.

It was cruel trying to sleep. You kept tracing the spots on your neck where he squeezed the hardest, honestly you thought u deserved it.

That one kiss through all the pain, it kept you up.

How was that the softest he had kissed you before, yet the most aggressive he treated you.

It made you question everything you knew about him.

You fell asleep looking at Sarah’s instagram, the pictures of him.

Too bad you were too dead asleep cause he was blowing up your phone.

3 missed calls from J.Miller-11:30pm

Hey can i talk to ya?-11:37pm

Sorry if i scared ya, just cant handle anyone else having u-11:37pm

Sweet dreams sugar.-11:46pm

masterlist (check out the rest of the series there:))

part four: here

AN!!! Hey long time no see yawl😪 i started writing this like last week and write 90% of it in like three hours sooo idk how to feel bout it ANGST??? DARK JOEL??? TOMMY MAKING A MOVE??? Lots going on in this. @cuntyjoel was my supportive writer bestie that actually convinced me to finish this go check em out and my bottom joel fic IM BEGGING YAWL its linked so is my master list with part one and two to study break. Love yall.

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fandomwrites · 23 days ago

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Can you do a Brent x Trevi's sister during the miscast

Brent Comer x Reader

Summary- During the bcefa fundraiser, Brent gets a little drunk. Which leads to your brother finding out about you two.

Word Count: 1543

DRUNK "MISTAKES"

When I heard that we were doing a miscast for bcefa I was immediately elated. Emma is an absolute genius. I will be playing Bob/Cop. I can’t wait for it. Hanging out with my friends while raising money. Sounds like the best time.

Being in a show with my brother and my secret boyfriend is definitely something. The only reason we are keeping it a secret is because Trevi is very protective.

Being with Brent is great though. I never stop laughing or smiling. With that being said Brent and I are on a date right now.

“Do you think anybody cares that we are missing the show right now?” I ask him as we lounge on a blanket near the bridge.

“No, I think we are fine. They won’t miss us.”

“Oh yeah totally. They’ll just wonder why we are at the miscast later and not at today's show.”

“I also didn’t think about Trevi. Wondering why we are both out.”

“I’ll just tell him I had a doctor's appointment or something. Let's just hope he doesn’t check my location.”

“You know when I met him I didn’t think he would be the protective type.”

“He never usually is. I guess maybe since there are more boys than girls in the cast. I don’t know.”

“I wonder how he’ll react when he finally finds out about us.”

“Who knows. It could go so many ways.”

He then looks at his phone.

“Okay we should get going. It’s almost 4. We have to go get ready for this thing.” He stands up and reaches for my hand.

I take his hand and stand up too.

“I can’t wait to see the Bob and cop outfit.”

“I know. I can’t wait for the Marcia one. Brie said something about a cardigan.”

“Oh I can’t wait to see that. And Jason’s Bev costume. It better not be better than mine.”

“Jason’s coming for your job.” He says and laughs.

“We’ll see about that. I don’t know how well he could rock that dress.”

We both laugh and start walking to the theater.

When we walk in I’m immediately stopped by my brother. Of course.

“Hey where were you? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Trevi. I just had a last minute appointment I forgot about.”

“Okay good. I was worried. Why weren’t you here earlier Brent? Are you okay too?”

“I’m good. I just had a migraine and wanted to rest so I could do the miscast tonight.”

“Okay good. I’m glad you both are okay. I was surprised to see you walk in together.”

“Oh yeah. I ran into him at 787 so we just walked together.”

“Okay cool. I’ll see you in a little while, yeah?”

“Yes Trevi I’ll see you in a little.”

He then walks away and I immediately let out a breath.

“You know I love my brother but sometimes I can’t breathe around him. Him constantly asking questions makes me so nervous sometimes.”

“It’ll be okay. Maybe we should just tell him soon. Not right now, but sometime in the future. It’ll be a lot easier for the both of us.”

“I guess we can. I guess I’m just worried about how he’ll react.”

“I get that. But it’ll be okay. We have each other no matter what.”

“Yeah you’re right. Maybe we can tell him next week before vacation. The perfect time so he doesn’t question why we are both out again.”

“Sounds like a plan. Okay let's go get ready.” He hugs me and kisses me on the head.

“Yep, let's get this show on the road.”

We then split ways to go get ready.

When I get to my dressing room I see laying out on my chair a purple button up, khaki shorts, a letterman jacket, and black boots.

I hear someone come in and I turn around and see Tilly wearing her Johnny costume.

“Oh my god Tilly. This is amazing.”

“I know. That Bob costume is so good too. I think you should steal the button up.”

“I might, it’s kind of incredible.”

I then change into the costume. Then there's a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

Brent and Jason then walk in with their outfits on.

“Oh my god.”

“Do you like?” Brent asks and does a spin.

“You guys look insane. I might steal both of those cardigans.”

“I think I’m coming for your job.” Jason tells me.

“No, don’t you dare.”

“Okay we are gonna go make a tiktok with Sky. I’ll see you guys on the bus.”

“Okay, have fun. Bye.”

They both leave and I gather my other costume pieces for the cop and head down to the bus.

I see Brent already there so I go sit next to him.

“Are you excited?”

“Oh definitely. It's gonna be awesome to sing a song I never do.”

“Oh yeah the drive in is gonna be great.”

Everyone else starts to pile on and we head to the Yotel where Green Room 42 is.

Emma comes over to us and is filming for her youtube channel.

“Okay everyone here is Y/n and Brent. And tonight they are Marcia and Bob. How are your guys feeling?”

“A little woozy. I hate buses.” I answer

“That's perfect okay.” She says and laughs.

“No but I’m excited. I can’t wait for Tilly to kill me. Everyone's costumes look amazing. It’s gonna be great.”

“And I’m ready to get drunk.”

“Brent, you can’t say that.” I say and slap him on the chest.

“I’ll cut it out.”

She says and walks away to talk to others.

“I can’t believe you.”

“What?”

“Just don’t get too drunk. You get handsy and we don’t need that today.”

“I’ll try my best.”

“You better. Or the fans will start to talk.”

“They already do.”

“Yeah I guess you're right. Either way we can't have Trevi catch on until we are ready to tell him.”

“Even if he does, remember, we have each other. It’ll be okay.”

“I know.”

We get there surprisingly fast for city traffic.

We head into the building and the workers lead us to a room to wait in until the show starts. From the room you can hear the audience pile in.

A worker then comes in.

“Okay everyone is in their seats you guys are gonna stay behind the curtains at the entrance. Emma you can head out to start.”

She then walks out and I hear so many screams.

After a little while we hear Emma call out.

“Are you guys ready for Sky for Cherry!”

Brent and Jason pick up Sky to carry him in and I follow behind.

When I tell you the drive in was the most fun, it was the most fun. The energy of everyone was just so high and you can tell the audience was loving it too.

Another thing was how drunk Brent was getting. He could not put his rum and coke down. I think at one point he also tried to give Jason a sip.

As much as it was funny, I was a little worried. Brent is a very affectionate drunk and as much as I don’t mind we don’t need that right now.

Justice for Tulsa was super fun. I even got a flashlight to hold while I was the cop. Although I think I blinded a few people.

We were all waiting “backstage” while Jason was absolutely killing Hopeless War. Trevi went to the bathroom so Brent decided to “attach” his whole body to me.

I look over at Josh and JPC and they are “giggling” and pointing and I just give them the do not say anything look. I shake him off when I see Trevi walk back to us.

To make everything worse Brent decides he doesn’t care anymore and is once again attached to me during the finale. Trevi didn’t notice, but I have a feeling the audience did. I also have a feeling Josh and JPC will tell him.

I love them but they are worse than high school girls when it comes to gossip.

We all get back on the bus and head to the theater. I decided to sit with Emma on the way. I just know Brent would be a menace if I sat with him.

When we get to the theater we all go to our dressing rooms to change out of the costumes. Before I can head out for the night Trevi comes up to me.

“Can we talk?”

“Yeah, is everything okay?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about you and Brent?”

“They told you?”

“Yes and I’m upset it wasn’t you who told me.”

“I’m sorry Trevi I really am. I was just scared. You’ve been so protective lately, I was worried you would go crazy or something.”

“Of course I’m protective. You’re my little sister. But I would never be mad at you for being happy? Brent is a good guy, I have no problem.”

“Oh thank god. I guess now is a good time to say we are going on vacation together.”

“As long as he doesn’t try anything.”

“Oh my god Trevi.”

“I’m just kidding. I love you sis.”

“I love you too.”

#the outsiders musical #brent comer x reader #brent comer

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le-trash-prince · 1 year ago

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Okay since it’s been a couple episodes since the last time I took a look at Jeff’s visions, I figured I’d break down the few missing pieces we have left, based on what onscreen info we already have.

Cut for speculation, not-technically spoilers but possibly spoilery

Okay first off... it's Tony stabbing/shooting time hell yeah. (I never really doubted that this was Tony but I do like to be certain)

The plaid patterning and buttons on this suit from Jeff's vision match what he wears at the end of ep 12/beginning of ep 13. With the wound hidden, we can't tell what weapon was used (forensic scientists chime in), but with all of the shooting going on in the preview, it's most likely a bullet wound. Even though in my heart I wish it were Kenta's knife, but I will bow to reason this time.

HOWEVER.

He's wearing a different suit in this part of the vision. I can't get a clear view of the fabric, but the buttons are clearly plain buttons that match the color of his vest.

So I do think that whatever wound he receives in the first part of ep 13 won't be anywhere near-fatal, since he's apparently going to recover enough to swing a fucking sword. BOO.

Possible scenarios:

he gets hit in a non-fatal area on purpose in order to frame X-Hunter in front of the media (I'm not leaning towards this one)

he's a powered Alpha/Enigma with a self-healing ability

If he's using the sword on Kenta I'm flying through my screen to end him.

Those are all my thoughts on that part.

Next up we have the mysterious cameraman, who is revealed to be one of the press at the auction. (So, not a surprise extra cast member acting as Jeff's spy, which is a possibility I threw out in my earlier post. And by Jeff's spy I mean the one he said coordinated Kim's release. WHICH REALLY ONLY LEAVES KENTA AT THIS POINT. I'm going to keep saying this until they give us that fucking flashback.)

If we're taking the onscreen visions to be literal representations of what Jeff sees, then Jeff either would not have known what this was, or done some major conjecturing. But if the visions are more a symbolic representation, then we can assume that Jeff knew he was going to have a chance to reveal Tony in front of the media, especially since he saw himself at the auction, and he's apparently got a speech prepared for this moment.

Next up is Winner... Winner stans look away it's not pretty...

This one probably needs no explanation. We all know it's Kim rescuing his babies, right? Maybe he survives this.... but it looks pretty bad to me. I’m not ready for it tbh :(

The only other thing we haven’t seen yet is this microscopey looking shot. My best guess is we may get some explanation from Babe’s dad on the special powers, but I really have no idea what I’m looking at here lol.

That's all from me from this week. There's a shot of Babe and Charlie in Tony's office, but it doesn't tell us anything we don't know from the preview.

I would like to go back at some point and do comparison shots of everything Jeff saw in his visions with what actually happened.

Thoughts? Anything I missed?

#em post #pit babe #pit babe the series #blood cw

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larissa-the-scribe · 1 year ago

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Terrarium Lights 3.3

Previously on Terrarium Lights: Gail found the ghost. The ghost had found.... some kind of an answer. Maybe. (Next part >>here)

"I… I see," Gail replied, not seeing.

"That's most everything I know," Samu—no, Jonathan—admitted. "As I found those reports, and looked around the city, I did remember bits and pieces. And I think… somehow… the operation did work and did not work at the same time. I… I would definitely classify the weird places that I remember going to as something unlike anything from here, that I’ve seen, and you didn't seem familiar with any of it, either. But… well… when I accidentally lit the lightbulb back at your place, I remembered, vaguely, a kind of blazing, blinding light, and being in agony."

"Oh. Sorry to hear that." A distant part of Gail wondered if either she or Jon—Samuel were going quite mad. This conversation was so normal despite its departure from all familiar wisdom. But also, she was talking to a ghost, and she wasn't sure if that made her more mad or less. At least in relation to discussing different worlds. "So… you said you found your body?"

"Oh, right. Well, the records indicated that the test was held at the lighthouse, six years ago. And I remembered the lighthouse. When we went to the church and I saw it, I knew I remembered it. So… I finally worked up the courage to come here. Just a couple days ago, in fact. I… I haven’t been sleeping at all,” he added, as if self-consciously. “I don’t seem to need to."

"And… your body was here from six years ago?"

He shook his head. "More recent. I don't know how recent."

"A few weeks ago, maybe?"

"That was the impression I got."

"How… how does it look?" Hopefully the lad hadn't gotten too traumatized.

"Well, I have a theory," he said, playing with the buttons on his vest. "I can't feel the cut on my shoulder, right? Well, my body is wearing pretty much the same clothes as me, except that there's a patch over the shoulder. So I think it must have been healed and my shirt fixed. So I appear to you as I arrived here in this world, but my perception of myself has changed along with my original body.” He paused, looking down at his vest and away from her eyes. “Which… I-I was planning on going back and talking to you, I really was… I just… didn't know how. And I felt bad about the terrarium breaking."

"O-oh. You have been through a lot, so it would take time to process." Gail reached out to pat him, stopped, then shook her head, as if by rattling the thoughts around in her head more physically they would make sense. "I beg your pardon, are you saying that the only thing that's noticeably different about your body is that your shoulder isn't hurt?"

"What should be different?" Jonathon asked after a long pause.

"Well, because, you know." She gestured at him vaguely, making an effort to keep her voice from rising at her general befuddlement. "You're, well… dead."

"Oh, right." He tugged on his vest. "I guess I forgot that, too. Forgot to tell you, I mean. I'm… well, I’m actually still alive."

"You're… still alive?" Gail certainly felt she ought to be pleased at this, but instead she just found herself more confused than anything. "But… aren't you a ghost?"

"I will be honest," Jonathon said, shifting on the dirt, "I don't quite understand it myself. I thought I was a ghost, too. But if I go in there, I can see myself, looking just like myself, but… physical, and lying on what looks like a sickbed. There's a bowl of water nearby, and a towel on my forehead, and once when I went in there was a doctor. But… well… I can go into places and look through papers and find things out and all that, but… I can't… talk to people." He looked down at his hands. "They don't see or hear me. And… there's still a lot I don't know. I don't really know who Samuel is, though he was my friend. I don't really know who Jonathon is, even though I found my name and my body. I don't know why I'm still at the lighthouse, and I don't know if I have any family anywhere. I don't know why I'm sick and lying there and why I'm out here, too, at the same time. I was… I didn't want to have to ask more of you… but… I think I was also delaying going to see you because… well, I needed to go back and apologize and talk to you. But there was more… and… I don't know."

Gail reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. "I know you feel bad about taking my time, but I promise, you can ask me for help whenever you like. I want to give you my time, if that means I can help you. In fact, I was actually out here at the lighthouse because I was looking for you." He looked up at her with wide eyes. "I was worried about you," she said softly.

"O-oh." He blinked, looking from her hand to her face.

"So, to make it as clear as I can: if you want my help, I want to give it to you."

The distant rhythm of the sea filled the moment between them.

"That's… that's extraordinarily kind of you," he finally said, looking back down at the ground. "I… I don't really know what to say in the face of all you've done. I wish I had some way to repay you."

Gail nodded. "I know just the thing you can do to start on that."

He tilted his head to look up at her from the side.

She patted him again. "You can start by telling me what it is that you still need, and then, after I do what I can, and once we figure out how to get you back to your body, you can live a good life. And try and visit Michael and I every now and then."

If he had possessed the physical capacity for producing tears, the rapid blinking and puckering of his eyebrows hinted that there would be a lot of them. "I… I don't feel like that's really a fair form of compensation."

Gail heaved herself off the ground, dusting herself off, front and back. "No, it isn't," she grinned, "but never you mind that. I'm assuming you want me to talk to the folks in there and see what I can learn about you and your condition?"

He nodded. "Thank you."

"You can thank me after I've actually done something," Gail said with a wink, and, double-checking that she hadn't gotten too unpresentably soiled, marched around and in through the front door before she could think twice. She whispered a prayer as she walked through the door.

#plot twist hehe #gail goffrey #terrarium lights #ocs #inklings challenge #inklingschallenge #inklings challenge 2023 #team: lewis #genre: portal fantasy #theme: burial #theme: visiting the sick #story: finished #salt and light #the santa juliana files #scribe does inklings #first draft

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junosbugs · 2 years ago

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fireside

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kyle “gaz” garrick x fem reader

warnings: alcohol ?? maybe idk

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Iris always believed that whatever she put her mind towards, she should be able to succeed in it. Her mother thought of her to be dramatic but her father thought the world for her. Maybe her father did feed into her delusions, but he truly felt that she was able to conquer the world if he pushed her enough. He saw the hunger in her.

Now that same hunger was being used to see who could make more espresso martinis the quickest. Not that the diner and bar targeted the demographic of those in their early 20’s. Within just her first week of training, Iris was able to teach herself the in’s and out’s of the place, feeling she had to prove herself to the resident employees.

The first day was awful to say the least. Iris hadn’t done anything in particular to make it awful, but the passive comments made in her direction were enough to set her off. No one should have to prove themselves in an almost beaten down establishment, yet here she was. From riches to rags, Iris was never able to get rid of her competitive behavior. She wondered if her father would have laughed at her or with her. She was fine with the mystery of it.

“Done.” Iris spoke up. She looked over at Dan, who lingered behind her, almost done with his espresso martini. Trying to hide her knowing smile, she patiently waited for him to finish.

It was only 8:30 PM on a Thursday. Not many people were in town, but then again not many people came to this bar. With only a few customers lingering and the slow build up of what they called rush hour nearing, Dan and Iris found that a not so healthy competition was in place.

“Okay, I’m done too.” Dan spoke, pushing his glass next to Iris’s.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips. “Dan, that doesn’t look right-”

“Shut the fuck up and let Sherry taste test. Sherry!” Dan yelled into the kitchen window behind the bar. Out came Sherry wearing her typical maroon button up and bootleg pants, her auburn hair laying flat on her shoulders. Iris and Dan both stepped back allowing her to walk up to the two drinks.

You have to guess who made what.” Dan said.

Picking up the drink on the right, Sherry brought the glass to her lips and took a small sip. She couldn’t bring herself to swallow, and Iris could tell from the slight bulge of her eyes that she had won. Sherry grabbed the trash can under the counter and quickly spit out the drink.

“Iris won.” The older woman croaked.

“But you don’t know which one is whose.” Dan spoke.

“Iris won.” Sherry said again, still hovering over the trash can, which was followed by a giggle from the younger girl.

“You didn’t even try hers.” Dan pleaded.

“Iris won.” She firmly repeated.

“Oh come on, you are being dramatic.” Dan huffed as he picked his drink up and took a sip from it. He instantly realized his mistake and snatched the can from Sherry’s hand, spitting out any of the contents into the trash.

“Oh god it’s so grainy.” Dan croaked. At this point, Iris’s giggles died down as she cleaned up her area. Dan followed while chugging down a bottle of water to erase the aftertaste of a grainy espresso martini.

“You didn’t want to try it? Dan asked as he started clearing his station, preparing for the incoming customers that may or may not come.

“I like living in comfort Danny.” Iris said.

“No one has actually tried Iris’s espresso martini yet though. Who knows, maybe it doesn’t live up to the winning standard?” A voice came from the side of the bar. Both bartenders' ears perked at the mention of Iris’s name, not realizing they had an audience interested enough to view their juvenile actions. A man sat with a green baseball cap resting on his head. A thick hoodie embraced his silhouette, showing proof of the autumn gust that danced outside this late at night.

The girl simply smiled at the customer, huffing a small laugh to show courtesy. “I never lose.” Iris said, locking eyes with the man in front of her.

“She’s right, started last week and she's already becoming a customer favorite.” Dan faced the man, leaning back against the counter as he dried his now empty martini glass.

Iris put down the rag she used to clear off the counter and walked to the other end of the bar to grab her still untouched espresso martini, “Would you like to try it?” Iris asked, placing the glass in front of the man.

Staring down at it, his arms crossed on top of the counter. Looking up at the girl in front of him, he hesitated. Iris could see the pause in his motions and the gears turning in his head, not sure what he could be thinking about until Dan's voice came from behind. “Don’t worry she didn’t poison it.”

He looked back at Iris with a ludic smile gracing on his lips. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

The man let out a quiet chuckle and reached for the glass, not looking back at Iris again. But her eyes locked on the man in front of her.

The two waited patiently for the man's reaction, not sure why his reaction meant so much to them. Who knew a competition between two bartenders could become so tense; however, Iris knew. It was all she ever knew.

Her father would always remind her, always push her. She knew he loved her for it, and he could’ve been twisted because of it. Another mystery she was fine with being unsolved.

“Iris wins.” He spoke.

Her smile brightened and she wasn’t sure if it was because she won again or because his voice was gentle as it held her name. She wanted to hear it again.

She turned her head back to Dan with a gummy bear smile and a middle finger held out to him. Dan chuckled painfully and his head fell back as he walked away. “You stay on that side of the bar, I don't want to see your face till tomorrow.”

Iris laughed at his childish antics and looked back at the customer in front of her. He had almost finished most of the drink by now.

“Oh wow, you really liked it.” Iris was shocked to see the half empty glass.

“You’re a winner for a reason.” He said, tilting the drink a bit. Silence loomed over them as Iris continued cleaning her side of the counter while the man nursed the drink in his hands. It was odd seeing a man of his size and nature, holding a drink you would find on the rooftops of Manhattan.

The man pulled out his wallet from his pocket and said, “Here.” He slid over his card to Iris’s side of the counter but she gently placed her fingers on the plastic and slid it back over to him, slightly shaking her head.

“It’s on the house.” She said, moving over to the damp dishes that needed drying.

He pushed back the card. “Really, I insist. Think of it as a prize. For winning.” He spoke earnestly.

Iris simply shook her head again. “Maybe next time I’ll let you pay,” she said with a chuckle. She wasn’t sure why she didn’t want him to pay. Maybe it was out of the kindness of her heart. Or the fact that she was still riding on the high of winning over three different people in this stupid competition she summoned.

“Is this your way of asking me out on a date?” He questioned, tilting his head a bit. Iris wanted to laugh at him. “I guess I could ask you to buy me a drink first but you already are.”

“You’re a funny guy…” Iris trailed on at the end.

“Kyle,” he said.

“Kyle,” Iris finished. “But I’m not looking for anything right now. Maybe another time.”

Kyle nodded his head in understanding, looking down at his drink with a lost smile. He finished up the last sip of the drink, placing it back onto the counter.

“Oi! Gaz!” A loud voice came from the door. There stood a man with a thick Scottish accent wearing a jacket waving over the man in front of Iris. Behind him were two more men in similar attire, one wearing a bucket hat and another with a black ski mask.

Kyle, or Gaz, held a hand up, waving slightly at them then turning back to Iris. She grabbed the now empty martini glass in front of her and started clearing his area, assuming he was going to join his group.

“Maybe another time.” He smiled at her as he slowly got up from his seat. Just then, the Scottish man came up to Kyle and swung an arm around his shoulders, “Got a drink without us? Whatcha get?” This man's voice was loud, causing Iris to close her eyes from the noise.

Kyle looked at the Scottish man, who must have leaned his entire body weight onto him, as he fumbled out a few words. “Just a drink, you know.”

Iris stepped away from his area and looked at Kyle, whose eyes shifted back from the Scottish man, to the two men sitting at the booth, back to the girl standing in front of him.

“Have a good rest of your night,” Iris said and brought her attention to a customer a couple of seats over. But Kyle's eyes never left Iris’s, wishing his friend had just stayed put in the booth and waited.

“So whit did ye git, actually,” Iris heard the Scottish man's faint voice as he led the two back to the booth. His voice was loud enough to hear from across the room, even with the faint music and the lingering chatter amongst the room.

“Whit? I thoat ye hated coffee?”

#kyle gaz #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz x y/n #simone riley #simon ghost riley #ghost #cod #cod fanfic #141 headcanons #141 taskforce #john mactavish #soap cod #john soap mactavish #john price #call of duty

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fandomcrazy6226 · 8 months ago

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Whumptober Day Four

hallucinations | hypnosis | sensory deprivation | "you're still alive in my head"

Word Count: 1,262

This is set just a few weeks prior to the last one, on Cleo's first day back at school for her senior year. This may sound a touch confusing given some later events, but I promise it will eventually make sense

It was her automatic response. Walkng away from Max, she got her phone out and started typing.

Guess who’s single now

She even got as far as hovering her thumb over the “send” button before she remembered, and it made her stop in the middle of the breezeway. There was no point sending that text. He would never read it. Nobody ever would. His phone was still on his body, hid away in that dumpster in the alleyway.

Cleo remembered every horrible detail of those minutes, and she ran the rest of the way to the school library before tucking herself away into a corner. She tried to choke back the tears that were now welling in her eyes, and she shoved her phone back in her pocket.

She could distract herself easily. She was surrounded by books, or she could think over her audition monologue for next week. Or… or she could let herself relive that moment. That awful moment.

Sticky, smelly, gross. The alleyway is horrible, but she doesn’t have a choice. She has to help him. How can she help him? He’s barely breathing, she has to do something. The only thing she can think is to get his mask off. He needs to breathe, he needs air. Please, please let this work. He has to be okay, he has to get better. Please.

“Cleo.” There was a hand on her knee, a person in front of her. She squinted her eyes open, and he was there. Not Neil, but the next best person. The only good person she had left.

“Wes,” she breathed out, grabbing his arm like a lifeline. She wanted so badly to collapse into him, but she didn’t know if she could. She had to wait for him. He had control.

And thankfully for her, he gently tugged on her, pulling her closer to him. She went limp against him, trusting him to hold her up as she breathed, trying to pull herself together. He didn’t say much, just small murmurs of, “It’ll be okay. I know it’s bad, but I’ve got you.”

Eventually she was able to get her arms around him, still holding tight. She opened her eyes and looked behind him, to the library entrance. And all the air flushed from her lungs.

There he was. Neil. He was there, standing with Wes's class. With his class. He was there, in the line. He was wearing his pastel sweater and black jeans. His shoelaces were done in the shape of a six-pointed star. He had the small necklace she’d given him last year. She couldn’t see it. She just knew. But… she couldn’t see any of him, either. He wasn’t really there.

“Wes,” she started, growing more desperate. “Wes, I’m seeing him. I don’t know what to do, I don’t wanna stay here. I can’t even… I need him here with us.”

Her weeping whispers sounded so pathetic, even to her. But Wes stayed anyway. Even though his class was starting to leave, he stayed tucked with her, the the corner bookshelves. He talked to her, eventually calmed her down. By the end of first period, she was at least not on the verge of crying anymore. Second period, lunch, and third period went alright. But fourth period was where things really changed.

Her final class of the day wasn’t even a class for her. She was a TA. In the Drama 1 class, which meant going into the auditorium. As soon as she walked in and set her backpack down in her seat, she looked up at the stage and she knew she was in for it.

Neil was just like her, he had thrived as a theater kid. That was half of what he was at school. He’d had three lead roles in all three main shows he’d been in, and he’d done amazing in all of them. Theater was the reason they’d met, and what let them become friends.

Cleo had been backstage the night he’d gotten bit by that spider, although she didn’t know it for several months. And as she wandered backstage now, she remembered coming here a month or so prior, to carry on his legacy. She found the corner behind the rigging system where Wes had found the spider, and scared it into biting her.

Cleo turned back to the stage, and she could see three plays overlapping at once, all flooding her memory. The first show she’d been in at school, her first ever in-person real play. It had been kind of a shitshow leading up to opening night, but somehow they’d all made it work, and most of the rehearsal process was wiped from her memory.

Then the musical that spring. She’d only been ensemble, but she loved her costume. And she’d loved sitting in the alcove just offstage whenever she wasn’t on so she could watch the other actors. Her favorite part was watching Neil dance during the big choreography song. She could still see the way he bounced around the stage in a massive fur coat and wig, and it was always so impressive to her.

The play in the next fall was her favorite show she’d ever done. The whole cast was perfect, and the play itself was hilarious. And it was how she’d first met Wes. He was cryptic as shit, but she found herself drawn to him, and she hadn’t known why until that winter. But aside from that, she again loved to watch the show from backstage. Especially the final scene, when Neil came out from the set and revealed himself as the secret killer. The audience always reacted so well, the first night there’d been a collective gasp.

Cleo smiled to herself as she thought of everything they’d done in this auditorium. So many incredible moments. And without even realizing it, she’d wandered into center stage, staring back at the wall where the cyc hung. She could see all the past sets. The white walls and yellow table; the platforms, buildings, and corn; the red walls with the mustard stencil.

She could see Neil smiling in the back of her mind, smiling at her before they went onstage. Smiling at the audience as they clapped for him. He was her best friend, she wanted him to get all the praise he deserved.

The tears began welling up again, but for once she wasn’t on the verge of a breakdown. She missed him so much, and she had so many happy memories of them to think back on. She knew that she was the one to continue what he’d started, her and Wes had been working for weeks to get everything she would need.

“I hope you can hear me,” she whispered to the now-empty auditorium. The teacher was taking the class on a little tour of the black box, leaving her by herself on the stage. “I’m gonna do what you did. Look out for all the little guys. Save people. And drop all the catchphrases I can.” She giggled a little bit, and she could just imagine him looking at her, truly smiling at her and what she was doing. She knew he wouldn’t entirely approve of her putting herself in danger, but she figured he wouldn’t want her to stop either. She was doing exactly what she needed to do, exactly what she was supposed to do. And even though she was carrying on what her best friend had started, she was still determined and excited to do some things her way.

#whumptober2024 #whumptober #fanfiction #writing #ailesswhumptober2024 #hallucinations #no.4 #grief #oc fiction #spiderverse #you're still alive in my head #theater kid

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 1 year ago

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look who i found at pride wtf ……. 🤨🤨🤨🤨

HEHEHE I’M SOOOO HAPPY U LIKED THE CONCEPT + THAT IT WAS SIMILAR TO WHAT U WERE IMAGINING the arimickey hivemind lives on…. TAKEDA PLS I WAS LITERALLY PICTURING HIM BUT W BLONDE HAIR PHDHDH he’s perfect for the role he’s the teacher of all time… :3 i forgot to mention it in my ask but OBV professor!reader is a little glasses wearer!!! i’m glad we all agree ANDD I’M SO GLAD TO KNOW WE’RE BOTH GLASSES ENJOYERS i think ppl who wear glasses should get paid every month just for existing and being as pretty as they are idk .. just a thought……

BUT WAHHH MICKEY WE HAVE SO MUCH TO DISCUSS I’M SHAKING IN MY SEAT 😵‍💫😵‍💫 first of all…. the idea of toji getting a crush first is SO cute that’s what we’re going with actually. all ur words are Canon to me. I THINK IT’S SUCHHH A CUTE IDEA mr buff guy ladies man toji realizes that he does in fact like Men………. i think he would very much be in denial but at some point he just accepts it. the idea of him asking another queer guy for advice is so sweet to me too (MORE ON THAT LATER i’m sure u can guess which queer guy i’m thinking abt though…. our one and only…..)

BUT WAHHH MICKEY :((((( literally all ur thoughts made me jump in my seat i’m so excited I LOVE UR READERS ALWAYS like this description……

but yeah he's always wearing the comfiest fits just like u said - sweaters, vests, a button-up shirt and a colorful tie sometimes (he was super nervous about wearing the tie at first bc he thought he'd look stupid but he got over it and now he has a rule of wearing a tie at least once a week)(canon). when it's cold he's wearing an oversized coat and an equally big scarf and toji thinks it's very cute i mean what who said that.

HE’S THE COZIEST GUY EVER I NEED TO KISS HIS FOREHEAD being nervous over the tie 😭😭😭😭…. HE’S SO REALLLL i just know he checks himself out before heading to work every morning…. makes sure his hair is all fluffed up….. gives the mirror a tiny smile to start the day off right………. i Need him as my professor actually. i just know he’s such a sweetheart n treats his students so kindly :(( the kinda prof nobody could ever hate bc he’s so passionate and so silly and cute…. AND THE OVERSIZED SCARF PLSSS toji just gets this warm feeling in his chest as he watches him come into view… giant ass scarf wrapped snugly around his neck….. WHAT COLOUR BTW i’m thinking either a dark green or a BRIGHT orange he’s that kinda guy… i love him actually i don’t think i’ll ever be normal abt ur readers mickey 😞😞😞

AND AND ANDDDD THE SLEEPY DESK SCENARIO that makes it sound like the desk is sleepy and not . the prof. BUT U KNOW WHAT I MEAN wahhhh toji getting all soft 🥺🥺🥺 and then running away LMAOO THAT’S SO CANON he feels an ounce of affection and just FREAKS out…… a big ol awkward teddy bear <333 i do think toji is a morosexual ok i’ll be the first to say it. prof!reader trips on his own shoelaces + faceplants into the grass + spills his coffee all over his nice shirt and toji is just like SIGHHH i like him so fucking much…. smiles all softly to himself like wowwww that guy is clumsy… clumsy little idiot…. who trips on their own fucking shoelaces…….. <- but he’s literally sighing dreamily and twirling his hair :// he has a thing for silly dumbasses ok i firmly believe mamagumi was like that too!!! is this the face of someone w braincells…. no absolutely not she was a golden retriever gf <33

also got this idea of the professor breaking smth in his class idk like he sits on the chair and one of the legs breaks or smth lmao and he goes on a lookout for smth to fix it with (??????) and he finds toji!!!! and he comes to his rescue, teasing the professor a little bc how the hell did he break the chair you know. and maybe he professor blushes a little..................... IT'S TOJI C'MON EVERYBODY WOULD BLUSH A LITTTLE and then maybe the professor brings him a pastry or something the next day as a thank you and now it's toji who's..... cheeks are looking a little pink?????? and he's grumbling that it's my job. no need to thank me. but the professor just dismissed that immediately and just presses the pastry into his hands and waves him goodbye with a smile.

AND THIS????????????????? sorry i had to just copy paste bc it’s so perfect I’M LOSING ITTTTTT MCIKEY :((( THEY’RE THE CUTESTTTT MY DADS I THINK? MY FATHERS??? MAY I BE ADOPTED?????? but no honestly this is THEEEE cutest thing ever i’m so…. T—T toji fixing the chair…. teasing reader……. reader giving him a little treat and toji getting all blushy… sighhhh they’re in Love … i need a whole shoujo manga abt them asap we need to Make it mickey. this’ll sell i just KNOW it…… this has the softest cutest most comforting romcom vibes i can alr feel it healing me.

OH AND AS FOR LIKE … who would make the first move …….. i think i agree that toji would. mostly bc poor prof is convinced that he’s straight 😭 so after toji has done a LOT of reflecting i think he kinda… broaches the subject.:::. really carefully……. but prof is so oblivious and doesn’t realize he’s getting hit on which . ironically would be good i think… idk i just feel like toji would eventually run out of patience and just cup his face all annoyed and blushy and confess…. very gruffly….. ”i like you, dumbass.” <- smth very straight to the point like that …. and reader fucking explodes . tragic 😔😔 but real.

but ok before we go further (and i Forget) OFCCCC U CAN USE THIS IN THE DRABBLE MICKEY U NEVER NEED TO ASK WE SHARE A BRAIN OK THIS CONCEPT IS URS…. U OWN IT I’M SO SERIOUS I WOULD BE HONOURED <33333 it’s our child i think.. we’re taking this marriage one step further…… NO BUT ACTUALLY GO WILD these two belong to u i’m SO excited to see how u write them!!!! i just know i’m gonna explode when that drabble drops….. ure gonna be the death of me….. T—T

WITH THAT BEING SAIDDDD i did….. think of smth after sending this ask……. would love to know ur thoughts i’m just spitballing i’m the loyal employee and ure the ceo ok !! BUT BUT :33 i was thinking of why toji would be at this uni specifically….. and then i was like. what if MEGUMI goes there….. maybe not at that exact institution or whatever but like. he goes to that uni and toji knows that he does…. and maybe he wanted to work there so he could check up on him every now and then?? :(( from afar!! i do picture this as a no curses au i think……. but still canon-aligned in that toji married mamagumi, had gumi, fell into a spiral of depression after she died and worked for very shady people for a while…. and gumi was eventually taken in by Someone (coughcoughcough) and hasn’t seen toji since he was a baby. maybe it’s a lil too angsty for this au but i think it could be a sweet sideplot to the romance….. toji kinda wants to reconnect w him but doesn’t know how to go abt it. maybe prof!reader would give him advice? :’3

OK BUT THAT ASIDE (and this part is Canon to me)…… obviously we HAVE to drag gojo into this somehow. i’m thinking he’s also a professor at the uni and like … the Favorite. the coolest silliest of them all. interacts w everyone and is 100% friends w prof!reader which is how he comes to know toji too!!! just imagine the two of them having a cute lil convo and BAM suddenly our resident freak is there…. slinging an arm over reader’s shoulder (toji visibly twitches) and greeting them both in a cheery voice……….. before rushing away to get some printouts he forgot to give his students <33

aside from being silly and cute and funny and perfect i’m thinking gojo has two roles in this au!! 1) making toji jealous…… 😳😳 and 2) being the resident queer man who helps toji work out his own feelings. i just think he would be the wingman of all time like maybe he notices the shy glances and blushes and he’s like :333 i’m gonna have to intervene. so he’s a lil more touchy w reader than usual….. and he KNOWSSS it drives toji a little crazy and makes him really confused and frustrated and he just delights in it. BUT ALSO i think that when toji eventually has his gay crisis he ends up talking to gojo somehow….. just two bi guys having a chat yk…….. gojo would obviously be wayyy more open w his sexuality (what do we think abt canon stsg for this au 😵‍💫😵‍💫 they’re both profs and toru is famously gross w pda) (it’s ruining suguru’s reputation) (he secretly really likes it)…. so toji just kinda.. nervously asks him abt it….. how he had his awakening and stuff……. (gojo tells him it was angemon and toji promptly leaves <33)

anyway sorry for dragging him into the narrative in my defense one of us would’ve done it eventually 😔😔 i fear there’s no hope for us.

THIS GOT LONG ? SUDDENLY?? MYSTERIOUSLY????? i’m in love w this au and them and u and ur beautiful brain and toji’s tits WHO SAID THAT … it’s really late i feel kinda delirious …… BUT I AM KISSING U SO SWEETLY i hope u have the silkiest softest dreams <33333 and that ur pillow is nice and cold and that ur bed is warm and that u wake up to sunlight streaming in through the windows <33333 MWAH one big kiss for mickey!!!

mickey i am kissing ur brain so gently i literally just woke up but i saw the bi!toji post ……… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 REAL & CANON BTW but for some reason the first thought that popped into my head was. uni au….. janitor!toji/professor!reader…………….. hear me out.

toji who just stopped working as an assassin and is trying to get his life together, who just happened to land a job as a janitor at a prestigious university that he takes fairly seriously…. (i just knowww he hates littering students with every fibre of his being. catches them in the act and reaches for his gun out of old habit LMAO) and there’s this nerdy little professor who always arrives at the uni first thing in the morning, without fail, and always gives toji a cheery little greeting when he does. wearing his cozy sweaters and vests and scarves and smiling all bright and sleepy. and for some reason he almost always takes his coffee breaks conveniently close to wherever toji is cleaning… so they can chat a bit….. even though toji usually just listens and grunts every now and then.

and at first toji feels kinda Threatened by this pretty boy bc ???? whyyyy is he interrupting my precious cleaning time. is he trying to supervise me? show off his fancy degrees??? …. reader has the fattest crush on him but toji genuinely doesn’t realize bc he’s wired to always mistrust others :// meanwhile reader is watching him clean internally going what the fuck what the fuckkk why is he wearing a compression shirt it’s literally fucking freezing??? is he teasing me???? does he know?????? they’re both losers actually. big romcom vibes

BUT YEAH i just picture professor!reader being a sleepy but cheery little guy….. who loves loves loves teaching and talking about his subject of choice and toji starts to really enjoy their talks bc reader’s eyes shine soooo brightly when he’s chattering away… all excited and gleaming….. and toji kinda hates teachers but he decides to make an exception this once. maybe starts to initiate conversations of his own every now and then… who knows…………….

OK THAT’S ALL PDHJDDHJF 😭😭 this came to me in a vision and ofc i had to share…. imagine me at a board meeting pointing at my little graphs and powerpoints while u sit in a big ceo chair overlooking the city… pondering janitor!toji and the future of this company…... mickey ur posts genuinely make me fully insane i hope u know that. bi!toji is real and loves you specifically btw <333333 I HOPE U HAVE A LOVELY DAY MWAH :3

ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I NEED TO KISS U RN!!!

LIKE THIS ISN'T OKAY BY ANY MEANS HOW DID YOU COOK THIS UP AND WHY IS IT LITERALLY PERFECT AND ALSO HOW IS IT SO IN LINE WITH WHAT I HAD IN MY HEAD?????????????? HOW???????

OKAY FIRST OF ALL WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT PROFESSOR!READER KIND OF BEING LIKE TAKEDA FROM HAIKYUUUU??????????????? LIKE THAT'S IMMEDIATELY HOW HE POPPED INTO MY HEAD AND NOW I CAN'T STOP IMAGINING HIM LIKE THAT I ALS OCAN'T TAKE OFF THE CAPS LOCK BC I'M GENUINELY SO INVESTED IN THIS FUCKING AU IT'S INSANE

another thing just popped into my head when u called him a sleepy guy..... what if it's already like afternoon and all of the students are gone and the professor was supposed to be grading their papers or smth but when toji happens to walk by his class he's just sleeping on the table............... PLSSSS I THINK IT'S SO CUTEE i can see it so clearly in my head the professor's glasses are really weirdly on his face and his mouth is open with a bit of drool spilling out lmao and at first toji just shakes his head like damn this guy is stupid but then he realizes that he's smiling? that his own lips just curved into a small smile all on their own and he's kinda freaked out about it and leaves really fast hasgahsaghshgagsha HE'S A LITTLE AWKWARD SOMETIMES OKAY even big scary teddy bears have their little love moments yk

my immediate thought was that toji would actually be the one to develop the crush first btw................ and he'd be a little like ???? maybe this is his first real male crush? and the reader is just kind of oblivious to it like he thinks that yk toji seems like the straighest guy on the first glance lmao and he thinks that he doesn't have a chance but hehehehehe he's very wrong IDK WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT i wanna know

DON'T GET ME WRONG THOUGH I DO REALLYREALLY LIKE the reader kind of thirsting over him hihihihihi he's so real for that AND I LOVE THE IDEA OF TOJI EVENTUALLY STARTING MORE CONVOS!!!!!! FUCK OFFF HE'S SOO SWEET AAAAAAAAA i love him so much have i said that already

who do you think would take the step to go further though? IN YOUR SCENARIO I MEAN it would obviously take time. a lot of it. bc toji is well... like he is and the professor is nervous and he's kind of afraid to overstep even though he likes him sooooo much... okay i kinda feel like toji would....... and it almost makes the poor professor have a heart attack bc WHAT? hihihihiihi stoppppppppppppp i can see them both in my head soooo clearly and i'm so fucking in love with them they're so cute aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

ARI. MY SWEETEST LITTLE ANGEL. CAN I USE THIS IN THE DRABBLE I STARTED? LIKE I'M GONNA LINK THIS IN THERE TOO. i just started the drabble based on one of the asks i got - toji just smiling while he's listening to his little bf ramble about his day but i'd love to sprinkle this in there. like maybe he taught a class on smth he really likes so he's just so excited about it. excited that the students were loving the topic or whatever. BUT I DO NEED YOUR PERMISSIONN!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME YOU ALWAYS DO I'M SOOOO GRATEFUL FOR YOUUUUUUUUUU<33333 i can't believe you just cooked it up are you actually gordon ramsay btw? i know you are don't lie to me ari. BI!TOJI LOVES US BOTH THAT'S WHY HIS TITS ARE SO BIG HE'S STORING HIS LOVE FOR US IN THERE!!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE YOU HAD A REALLY REALLLY GOOD DAY MY LOVE MWAH MWAH MWAH<333333333

#ALSOOO…. thank YOU for indulging me and feeding me thoughts and concepts all the time u r giving my body the nutrients it needs <33 #bi!toji saved my life he’s my role model and prof!reader is the most Little Guy Ever #my daddy issues are showing i think i keep going from ”i Need them” to ”i need them to adopt me” 💔💔💔💔💔#THEY’RE JUST SO GOODDDD T—T #btw are u proud of the pride parade image i edited it myself <333 my creative Passion <3333 #PHDIFJDU ……. doesn’t it look completely fucking insane out of context 😭😭😭 I HOPE IT MADE U GIGGLE!!#i literally cried whyyyyy do they look kinda good together actually……#the height difference 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫#ok that’s enough tumblr for today i think now i’m gonna go to sleep #ILY MICKEY I APPRECIATE U there’s no one else i’d rather brainrot with <33 mwah mwah mwah !!!#janitor!toji is my icon i need to Be him ….#mickey !! ✩

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ohwowimlonley · 2 years ago

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Closer

CHAPTER ONE - blank stares

Series Synopsis - after being evicted and having nothing left, your best friend sends you to live with her brooding, stoic boss. Except, he isn’t so brooding, and he isn’t so stoic, and now that you live with him, your underwear keeps going missing

Chapter Synopsis - you meet your bestfriend’s angry boss, but he isn’t so angry

Chapter Warnings - crybaby!reader, dilf!perv!hotch, food mentions, reader is kinda a housewife already

Word Count - 2517

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The first time you meet Aaron Hotchner, you’re just a tad bit desperate. Not for him, of course, you’d just met the man. But you’re definitely a bit dishevelled because you’d been sofa surfing for weeks now and your friend Penelope has only just notified you that her boss has a spare room in his apartment and she can ‘try get you hooked up’.

So, two days after her phone call, you’re standing outside of a door that looks much too expensive for you to even be close too and before you can stop yourself you’re knocking on the pristine white paint and then there’s locks clicking and chains clinking and the door swings open and you’re face to face with the most gorgeous man on the planet.

He looks you up and down, tongue peeking out from between his lips to wet them, brushing over a patch of stubble and you find yourself having to wrench your eyes away from the scene. He steps back, gesturing for you to come inside.

“I’m Aaron,” he extends his hand, a polite smile gracing his lips as your fingers brush over the calluses on his palms, causing goosebumps to break out over your (thankfully sweater-clad) arms, “Penelope has told me a lot about you. Please, sit down,”

You’re hardly convinced this is the man your best friend had been telling you about. His soft smile, gentle words and overall kind demeanour was a complete 180 from the man your friend had described. Nevertheless, you perch yourself on the edge of a plush grey sofa, resting your hands on your denim-clad knees and look around anxiously, taking in the sparsely decorated room.

The living room is carpeted in a charcoal grey, bookshelves are dotted across the place, most of which are filled with criminal law books. There are two small picture frames, one with a picture of him and a small boy. A grin stretches over both of their faces, and the small boy has a glob of icecream on his cheek. Aaron is wearing a pair of sunglasses, but they’re pushed to the top of his head, and his cheek is squished to the boy’s forehead, exposing some laughter lines around his cheeks and eyes.

The other picture isn’t nearly as interesting, though. It’s a picture of what you assume is the whole BAU team. You spot Penelope, and Derek (who you only know from the countless pictures of him Penny had shown you) then you guess Spencer is next to Derek, then Emily, JJ and Rossi respectively. A few feet from them stands Aaron, his smile more reserved than the others, and nothing like the one in the other picture.

You’re so consumed with your examination of the pictures you barely register the sofa cushions dipping under his weight, or the clinking of glass against enamel coasters, or really anything until the sound of Aaron softly clearing his throat damn near makes you jump out of your skin.

You try not to show too much of a visible reaction to him, mostly so he won’t think you’re just a creepy stalker who wants to stare at pictures of him all the live-long day. Aaron pretends not to notice anything, mercifully turning his gaze from yours and spinning a set of keys attached to a D-ring on his pointer finger.

“Um, so I assume you have questions for me before I like, steal your spare room or whatever,” you chuckle awkwardly to yourself, and Aaron offers you a tight-lipped smile in response. It’s only now that you realise he’s pushed up the sleeves of his button down to expose his forearms, and suddenly you’re distracted all over again but this time by dark hair contrasting just barely sunkissed skin, by bulging veins twisting and turning and pulsing under layers of skin, by muscles with soft indentations of old scars.

“Well,” once again, you’re pulled away from fantasy land by the older man, but it’s not completely unwelcome because his deep gravelly voice is something that you don’t think you’ll ever tire of, “first things first. As you know, I’m an FBI agent, which means my schedule is mostly very hectic, and would sometimes be home very late in the night, is that okay?”

You furrow your eyebrows, why would that be an issue for you? “No, uh that sounds fine for me, I’m kinda an insomniac anyways, so it’s not like it would disturb me much,”

“Well, that’s a relief,” and you can tell from his now relaxed shoulders that he's telling the truth, “what do you do for work?”

“Oh, well I was in finance, but that’s not really my scene, so I quit,” you didn’t catch him staring at your smile as you spoke, nor the way his gaze travelled ever so slowly down and becomes glued to the subtle way your tits brushed against each other as you spoke. Aaron determines that you’re definitely not wearing a bra. Do you always do that? Walk into a complete stranger's house with no bra? God, if it were two degrees cooler in here then he would be able to see your nipples poking against the fabric of your only slightly revealing shirt, he could practically see them already, all he had to do was reach out and- “so now, I’m focusing on what I really want to do; my writing,”

“Oh,” he clears his throat desperately, pulling at his collar and praying you don’t notice where his eyes were just affixed to. His panic quickly settles when he notices your obliviousness to the situation, and he lets his tongue dart out to wet his lips, imagining that his tongue could grace any part of your body, oh what he would give to taste you.

“Oh god, that makes me sound like I make no money, look, I’ve got savings and stuff so I can afford to pay rent, and- and I have family money too but,” you cut yourself off, and Aaron realises that he must’ve gone too long without replying because now you’re panicking and he’s about to interject but then you’re talking again, “I’ll- I’ll do all the housework and- and I’m not loud I promise, I- I just can’t keep sleeping on my friends sofas,”

“Sweetheart,” he’s a little ashamed at the fact his cock gives an interested stir at the thought of you acting like his little housewife, keeping everything perfect and waiting for him to come home, and his predicament becomes even worse when tears begin to fill your eyes and now he has to school his expression to remain soft and inviting - absolutely not to look as depraved as he feels, “I don’t care about rent, I bought the place outright, and I think it’s wonderful that you’re following your dreams instead of doing something you hate,”

Your cheeks burn under his gaze, and you can’t meet his eyes, desperately blinking away the tears still building up from your annoyance at yourself for crying at something so silly. You nod along to his sentiment, if only to give yourself something to do to distract yourself from the oncoming tears.

You resign yourself to discussing practicalities for the next hour or so; where you would sleep, what his usual schedule was like, the security and alarm systems, the motion activated cameras, if you wanted any furniture moving into any communal spaces (you desperately wanted a more comfortable sofa than the barely sat in one, but you bit that comment down and asked if there was room for your plush loveseat) and then he gives you a tour of the house. He shows you around the kitchen first, and you make a mental note of a barely used pack of expensive looking coffee, sat next to a cheaper looking brand and theorised he must only drink one cup every morning at home and didn't want to allow his good stuff to go stale in the warmer throughout the day. Next is his office, which he kindly requests you don’t enter unless he is home due to its sensitive contents, and you knew enough not to ask questions, but you do straighten out a stack of files that look as if they’re about to topple over. After that is his own bedroom, and it’s as neat-messy as the rest of his house. You can tell some things are left looking messy simply out of convenience (for instance the duffle bag settled by the front door, or the fresh suit laid out on his dresser), and not because he’s a slob. His bed is made with military precision, and everything about his room is perfect, bar the thin layer of dust settling almost everywhere except his bed and the doorway. Next, he shows you a smaller room directly adjacent to his. It looks as if it’s cleaned even more meticulously than his own room, because there isn’t even a speck of dust across the expanse of the place. What surprises you, though, is that it's clearly the bedroom of a child. The bed isn't even a single mattress, and it's covered in Spiderman sheets. The bedside tables are decorated in figurines and the lampshades have the visage of Batman? Or maybe that star wars guy? You don’t know, pop culture isn’t really your thing. You turn back to him.

“I probably should’ve told you about this,” his neck burns red and he brings a hand up to scratch nervously behind his ear, “I, uh, I have a son,”

You bite down on your tongue, repressing any response as you wait for him to continue.

“Jack, his uh, his name is Jack. Me and my wife- my ex wife, rather, had him just over four years ago,” he clears his throat and looks down at his feet, “he, well it’s for the best probably, he lives with her now, but I see him every time I get the day off, I hope you don’t mind,”

“Mind?” You spit out. Then, a grin splits across your face, and you’re venturing further into the room, running your fingers over an assorted stack of toys, ones more obviously more used are piled closer within reach and then you’re whirling around to look at him, “tell me about him,”

And he does; he spills every detail he can about his son, Jack Hotchner. He tells you about the picture in the living room, about how excited he was about his first ever big boy bed, about how he could stay awake to watch Star Wars for hours past his bedtime (and that’s when you realise it’s Darth Vader on his lampshade, not Batman), and how his favourite ice cream flavour is chocolate, but not just any chocolate, the chocolate ice cream he asks his dad for at the fair after they go on the teacup rides. After a long twenty or so minutes of you exploring the room and Aaron rambling from where he now sits on the edge of his son’s bed, you’re ready to move on.

He leads you onwards, down the hardwood hallway and into another room. It’s completely empty, save for an expensive looking bed frame, mattress and duvet set. The walls are a stark white and sunlight bleeds through the closed window, exposing the thick layer of dust, some of it kicked up just from the door opening and floating about the room. You try to stifle the cough that rises in your throat as you inhale, but it doesn’t work and soon you’re choking and Aaron is dashing across the room to open the window.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll have the room cleaned before you move in,” his face glows red again, and you send him a pained smile to let him know it’s okay, in between coughs of course, “I’ve been meaning to get around to it, but you know, work gets in the way,”

“No, no it’s fine really,” you rub at your eyes with your fists and take a better look around, albeit from the doorway, and you note the room’s impressive size. Really, despite the mental-hospital-esque coloured walls, you can really see this being a good room for you.

Before you can say anything else, Aaron is ushering you out with a hand on the small of your back and the door shuts softly behind you.

“Well, that's pretty much everything, oh except the utility room,” he walks off and you follow him to a room just off the kitchen, stocked with a washer, dryer and several staacks of cleaning supplies. You take a gleeful look around, sifting through drawers of bleach and scrubbers and sprays. Yes, this place will do.

–

You iron everything out with your new roommate (roommate!!), and by the time you’re finished its nearly nine pm and you’re yawning into your arms and nearly knocking over a precariously balanced pizza box from the coffee table as you stretch the tiredness settling deep within your bones. You’d ordered some pizza to share at some point after five, and a few lonely slices are left going stale in the soggy box so you stand and bring the box to the kitchen and ferret through the drawers and cupboards for a tupperware to contain the leftovers. Aaron tries to protest, saying that he should do some of the work, but you bat his hands away and shove the freshly filled box into the unsurprisingly empty fridge.

You're about to bid your goodbye and drive back to your friend's house when Aaron grabs your hands in his.

“Stay here tonight,” his eyes bore into yours, and suddenly you feel wide awake, “you've been practically falling asleep on my arm since eight, and I don’t want my new roommate to fall asleep at the wheel and crash into a tree or something,”

You bite at your lip, and glance at the hard sofa and try to imagine yourself trying to fall asleep on that, rather than your friend’s pull out bed.

“You can have my bed, I think you’ve had enough of sleeping on couches for a lifetime,” he gives a small, tired chuckle and you gnaw on your lip again. You can’t take his bed, not after he’s paid for dinner and agreed to let you live in his home. Again, Aaron senses your apprehension, “seriously, it’s fine. C’mon, you can borrow some of my clothes to sleep in,”

You end up in Aaron’s bed, wearing what you’re sure is the only shirt he owns that isn’t a button down and a pair of sweatpants you have to tie at the waistband with a bobble, a pile of your skirt, shirt, panties and bra just next to you. Aaron bids you goodnight, and concedes himself to a night on the uncomfortable sofa. It takes you almost an hour of tossing and turning to finally sleep, and you don’t wake until the alarm clock next to you reads 9:34am. But, as you roll over to put on last night’s clothes on, you notice one very disturbing thing.

Your panties are missing.

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rubyreduji · 2 years ago

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Failing Grades — csc

summary: when you first walked into professor choi’s class, this is not where you were expecting it to go (professor choi and y/n’s beginning)

tags: smut (minors dni!), college!au, professor!seungcheol warnings: explicit unprotected sex, age gap, power imbalance, daddy kink, praise, oral (m. receiving) wc: 2.6k an: giving the people what they want (may be the last one though bc honestly i don’t know how invested i am in this series anymore im sorry ahfdkla)

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

When you first walked into your Intro to Biology class you weren’t expecting much. Why would you? It’s a required course that you have to take to get your degree and as long as you get a passing grade you’ll be fine.

The first thing you noticed when you walked in was that your professor wasn’t in the room, but his things were. A tweed jacket was draped over the back of the chair behind the desk and you sighed to yourself. Another old man professor who’s going to yell at you all semester. Great.

You looked around the room to see there’s only a couple seats left, near the front. You guess that’s what you got for getting to class a minute before it started. You reluctantly took your seat and glanced at the door. Right as you looked over, the door swung open and in walked the most handsome man you had ever seen.

He had raven black hair that was styled neatly out of his face and full lips that were a tempting pink color. He looked to be middle aged and was wearing a white button up shirt and tweed pants to match the jacket on the chair. You could see the outline of his muscles through the material of his shirt. This guy was your professor? Holy shit.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he walked over to the board and scrawled his name across the board in neat handwriting.

“Welcome to Introduction to Biology. My name is Professor Choi, and I’ll be your instructor for the next fifteen weeks. Now let’s get started.”

You couldn’t pay attention the whole class, instead just staring at your professor the whole time. You couldn’t get over his good looks. His strong facial features and his large hands and his piercing eyes. So maybe you weren’t able to answer any of the questions he asked you, it really wasn’t your fault that he was just so…distracting.

Even three weeks later, it’s still not your fault that you can’t pay attention in class due to your gazing at him. You can barely even listen to what he’s telling you now, as you sit in his office after you failed your first big test for his class.

“Miss L/N, are you even paying attention to me?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, yes I am.” You’re paying attention to him, just not in the way he wants you to. “I just don’t get the material. Maybe it’s the way you teach it or-”

“Is there something wrong with the way I teach?” Professor Choi's eyebrow goes up and you have to stop yourself from squeezing your thighs together.

“No, no! I’m just saying maybe if I got some extra help or-”

“That’s what you need, is it Miss L/N?”

This isn’t the first time you’ve been caught up in a situation with your professor like this. It’s not uncommon for Professor Choi to talk to you after class about one of your assignments or the way you blatantly don’t take notes and keep spacing off. This is the first time he’s ever called you to his office though.

“Biology is just hard for me and it doesn’t help I keep getting distracted and so maybe I need a tutor or-”

“What’s been distracting you, Miss L/N?” He keeps cutting you off, but you can’t find it annoying because his voice is just so goddamn sexy. It also drives you crazy the way he calls you Miss L/N, in more ways than one.

You pause, trying to think of a good enough lie but then his eyes pierce into you and you can’t help but let it all out. “You have! How can I learn about genes and whatever, when you’re walking around the lecture hall looking like some sex god.”

“...Sex god?”

“Oh no.” You automatically hide your face behind your hands. “I just mean- I’m- fuck. Please don’t fail me.”

Professor Choi is quiet for a moment but you can’t focus on what he’s doing when your heart is beating a hundred miles per hour in your chest and your eyes are starting to water up with tears.

“You’re close enough to failing due to your own volition, you don’t have to worry about me failing you,” Professor Choi finally speaks up. “I don’t like seeing my students fail, Miss L/N, so perhaps you are correct, maybe you do need some extra help.”

“Professor Choi…?”

“I like you Y/N, you’re a good kid, so let’s strike a deal.”

“W-what kind of deal?” You don’t miss the way he referred to you by your first name.

“I’ll regrade your test, and in return you do something for me.” Your professor’s voice drops low as he finishes his sentence. Your face heats up at the implications. Before you can respond, Professor Choi continues. “If you do not see this solution fit, I’ll set you up with a tutor I have on hand and you can retake the test.”

“N-no Professor, I think that your, uhm, solution should work for me.” You don’t actually know what he means by “do something for him”. In all honesty this could just mean you run his errands for him when you’re not in class, but something is compelling you to say yes to him.

Professor Choi stands up from behind his desk and takes his jacket off. You stare at him as he does, your eyes trailing over his form. He moves around the desk to stand in front of you, staring down at you like you’re his next meal.

“You are one hundred percent sure, Miss L/N?”

“I’ve never been more sure of something in my life before, Sir.” You take note of the way Professor Choi reacts to being called sir.

“Good. Now get on your knees for me like a good girl would.” The tone of his voice changes as he commands you and it goes right to your core.

“Yes Professor -”

Suddenly your chin is being grabbed and a thumb is pulling down on your lower lip. “Call me Seungcheol.” You nearly cum right there.

All you can do is nod, speechless, as you sink down onto your knees in front of your professor. In front of Seungcheol.

He slowly undoes his belt before unbuttoning his pants. He takes his time unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out from its restraints. The wait is driving you crazy, thinking about how you’re about to suck the sexiest man alive’s cock. Your pussy has been wet ever since Seungcheol called you into his office after class, but now you’re soaked.

You shift a bit on your knees before going totally still at the sight of Seungcheol’s hardened cock. It’s long and thick and his tip is an angry red, already slightly sheen from precum.

Your mouth is slightly opened out of shock and Seungcheol takes the opportunity to press his tip up against your lips. This kicks you out of your trance and you’re quick to wrap your lips around his tip, sucking and licking at the head of his cock.

Above you, you can hear the way Seungcheol’s breathing stutters for a moment from the acceptance of his cock into your mouth. You slowly add more of him into your mouth until almost your entire mouth is full of him. You make sure to incorporate all of your best dick sucking tips, using every bit of your lips and tongue you can.

Without thinking much your hands reach up to grab the rest of Seungcheol’s cock that doesn’t fit into your mouth. You can barely focus on the obscene sounds your mouth is making, too focused on making Seungcheol feel good.

It isn’t until you feel fingers carding through your hair that you glance up Seungcheol, mouth still full of cock. “You’re doing so good for me, taking my cock like the pretty little slut you are. How about you let me take though.”

You nod the best you can, but Seungcheol seems to get the message and is quick to shove your face farther into him, your nose burying itself into the dark coarse hairs on his pelvis. You gag a bit at the forcefulness of his cock shoving deep down your throat, but you do your best to regain your composure.

Seungcheol doesn’t stop there though, yanking your head back only to thrust right into you again. Your hands fly up to grab Seungcheol’s hips, the purpose more to steady yourself than slow the man down. Your mouth waters up with saliva as Seungcheol continues to fuck your mouth at a brutual pace.

You’ve sucked cock before, of course, but never one that was as large as Seungcheol’s. You can feel the way his tip presses against the back of your throat and you have to remind yourself to breathe through your nose so you don’t choke. You’ve also never sucked a dick that was attached to someone who had such a commanding presence as Seungcheol. Your pussy clenches at the way your professor’s fingers dig into your hair, guiding your head along his length.

“If only you were as good at biology as you are at taking cock. Then again if you were, we wouldn't be in this situation now would we? It’s okay, gorgeous, I think I like you like this better anyways.”

You whine at Seungcheol’s words. You can’t help but relish in the praise being laid on by your professor. You can’t count the number of times you went home after his class to jack off to the idea of this very moment.

“Fuck,” Seungcheol growls. “Cumming.”

That’s the only warning you get before warm, thick cum is being spurted into your mouth and sliding down your throat. You do your best to catch it all, but you still end up with some of it running down your chin, mixed with your saliva.

Seungcheol pulls out of your mouth and stares down at you as you take a moment to finally breathe properly again. Your professor grabs a tissue and wipes your chin off for you and you can’t help but think how it’s sort of a sweet gesture.

“Do you need a break, or can I bend you over my desk and fuck you right now?” You shiver at the way he’s so transparent.

“Fuck me. Please, right now. I need it,” you beg. Your pussy is aching with a need to be filled and fucked that can only be satisfied by one man.

Seungcheol helps you to your feet only to push you down over his desk a second later.

“God, you’re perfect. I’ve never seen anyone as perfect as you before doll. You’ve driven me crazy since the first time I saw you in class, sitting in the front row staring at me the whole lecture. Should have known you wanted to fuck me the moment I caught you staring at my ass.”

As Seungcheol talks his hands run over your body, awaking goosebumps on your skin. His hands finally slide down to your hips and he pushes down your skirt and panties in one swoop, leaving your bottom bare to the room. Seungcheol’s hands knead at the soft flesh of your ass before he lifts his palm and brings it right back down in a loud crack.

You let out a strangled yelp and your pussy clenches at the feeling. Seungcheol chuckles to himself at his own actions. His fingers reach between your legs and drag over your slit, collecting the slick that has accumulated there.

“Oh baby, you’re so wet for me. I bet I could just slide right in, you needy little thing.”

“Please, please do. I need you. Daddy please,” you whine. It isn’t until the words are out of your mouth that you realize what you said. You’re about to take it back when Seungcheol starts talking again.

“Daddy? Heh, you naughty girl. Call me that when you cream all over my cock, okay?” With that Seungcheol’s cock pushes into your entrance and you let out a high pitched moan from the back of your throat.

Seungcheol’s grip on your hips is tight as he pushes your hips forward and back into him. His hips snap to the rhythm he’s set and your mind goes numb at the feeling. You can’t think of anything else besides Seungcheol, Seungcheol, Seungcheol.

Your fingers dig into the edge of the desk as Seungcheol’s cock digs deeper and faster into you. You can’t do much but just lay there and moan as Seungcheol continues to fuck you, flooding your sense with nothing but pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you baby girl? You like how daddy’s cock fills you up nice and deep.”

“Yes daddy! I love it,” you cry.

Seungcheol’s hand drags down your spin and you arch your back at his touch, whining as he does. Seungcheol chuckles again, pleased with your reaction.

“Pretty girls, with nice tight cunts. You’re the best of the best doll.” You can barely even react to what Seungcheol is saying anymore, too blissed out to focus properly. Seungcheol’s hand smacks your ass again and your pussy clenches down around him. “Fuck, don’t do that or I’ll cum. Would you like that? If I came inside of you?”

“Yes, please. Please cum in me daddy, I want it. I need it.”

“God, you really are the goodest girl. But if you want me to cum inside of you, you have to cum first, okay baby girl.”

“Yes, daddy.”

Seungcheol reaches around you and his fingertips connect to your clit. They rub at you in rhythm to his thrusts and you want nothing but to stay like this forever.

You can feel your resolve starting to break as you get closer and closer to your climax. Your legs start to shake and before you can even warn Seungcheol, your pussy is clamping down on him as you hit your high. You can’t do more than let out breathy moans as Seungcheol works you through your high.

It doesn’t take long for him to finish as well, releasing him cum into you as you lay sprawled out on his desk. You whine when you feel him pull out, sad to experience the empty feeling of not having his cock in you anymore.

You can’t move a bone, but you can hear Seungcheol walking around his office. It isn’t until you feel him wiping you down and pulling your skirt and panties back up that you realize what he’s doing. When you finally sit up, Seungcheol is standing there with a water bottle held out to you.

“T-thank you,” you stutter before taking the water bottle and downing half of it in one go. “For uhm, all of it.”

“I’ll see that your grade is changed to something passable,” Seungcheol tells you as he leans against his desk.

“Professor- I mean, Seungcheol, sir. I just was thinking that you know, I’m really bad at biology and I’ll need a lot of help so maybe we could…do this again?”

Seungcheol is quiet for a moment like he’s thinking over his answer. “I think we can make an arrangement.” You’re about to celebrate when Seungcheol opens his mouth again. “On one condition though.”

“What’s the condition, sir?”

“May I kiss you?”

It’s framed as a question, giving you an out if you wanted. You don’t. Instead you just lean over and press your lips against his. He brings his hand up to the back of your neck and deepens the kiss. Your lips slot together perfectly and you can’t help but think it’s a sign. A sign that this was meant to be.

Who knows, maybe something good could come out of this other than just a passing grade.

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drakens-tattoo-artist · 4 years ago

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|Tokyo rev characters reacting to you wearing their clothes/ gang uniform|

Characters: Draken, Mikey, Chifuyu, Mitsuya.

A/N: I’m sorry if these are a bit ooc, I’ve just begun writing for this fandom lmao.

Warnings: a bit suggestive, implied manga character traits, otherwise it’s just pure fluff.

Draken:

↣ You love Draken’s closet cause of how comfy his clothes are and how they are pretty much always too big for you so you feel hella cozy.

↣ He furrows his eyebrows at you in annoyance when you appear in his black and white patterned cardigan but he can’t help but stare at you, looking you over for a little too long.

“You okay?” you ask, smiling knowingly

“Of course I’m fine,” he says, clearing his throat, “it’s you that’s the matter, why’re you wearing my clothes?”

You pout, “’cause they’re cute.” (～￣▽￣)～

↣ He lends you his clothes more often after seeing how happy you get being snuggled in his oversized shirts and hoodies.

↣ You wore his Toman uniform coat once and he nearly lost it, but tried his best to keep it together as he walked towards you and kissed you softly as he whispered, “I like your outfit today.”

↣ You laugh, posing proudly in your loot from his closet, “You’ll never guess where I got it from.”

↣ He’s never going to admit it, but he loves seeing you looking so delighted wearing his clothes and he takes pictures of you in his clothes when you’re hanging out together.

↣ He gifted you one of his favourite shirts he noticed you wearing more often than other ones and you melted into a puddle, as you jumped at him, hugging him and telling him you loved the gift.

↣ He just rubbed the back of his neck and said, “Yeah yeah, you’re welcome, just stop robbing me,” but he was smiling in the cutest way.

Mikey:

↣ He’s confused as to why you’re wearing his clothes but he has really cute shirts so you slowly steal his hoodies and comfy t-shirts when you stay over at his place.

↣ When he recognizes that you’re wearing his shirt, he pauses for a good minute, flustered asf

*furiously blinks at you* “Why?”

“I like your clothes Mikey, so I steal,” you reason with him, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.

“Oh okay,” he walks over to you, chastely kissing your lips before whispering next to your ear, “It suits you, leave it on for later.” He squeezes your waist before smirking at you cheekily, leaving you hot and bothered too.

↣ Really doesn’t notice his hoodies and shirts go missing until his closet keeps getting concerningly smaller.

“Y/N, my hoodies please,” he says, looking at you amused but a little desperate as he tries to negotiate with you to give him back his own clothes.

“But they’re so comfy,” you say to him, defending your robbery.

“Yes, but I can’t keep wearing the same every day,” he argues back, and gets back a few of his hoodies only for them to be stolen again in a few weeks.

↣ Sees you in his Toman uniform once and his smile has never been wider.

↣ He almost asks Mitsuya to make you one before you tell him that you really just wanted his and he lets you wear it when he’s not using it.

↣ You poke fun at him as you imitate his speeches to the gang when you wear the uniform and he tries to hide his laugh before he approaches you and shuts you up with a few choice words and actions of his own.

Mitsuya

↣ He’s blushing so hard when he sees you wear his clothes. You showed up in the morning after staying the night over, his button-up shirt lazily buttoned up on you and he’s about to go feral.

↣ He almost dragged you back to bed but stopped himself.

He just walked up to you as you poured yourself a cup of coffee and hugged you from behind, kissing your neck, “You’re a thief now?” he asks softly.

You giggle, turning to him and kissing his cheek, before walking away, “I don’t what you’re talking about, this is mine.”

↣ He can’t take his eyes off you when you wear his Toman uniform though. The way the designs and colors he chose have never looked better on anyone else, he definitely was smitten with you.

“You know I can just make you one right?” he says, laughing as you twirl and turn showing off your stolen clothes.

You smile at him cheekily, “I know, but I like this.”

His hands trace the way the fabric hugs your chest and the way your hands hide into the sleeves of his uniform. He tugs at your waist, pulling you closer to him, your hands around his neck. He gives you the most smitten smile before closing the space between the two of you with his lips, “I like it too.”

↣ This man stitches clothes for you all the time and he loves seeing you wear them but he loves seeing you steal his instead. He loves the way you smile satisfyingly when you smell his cologne on his hoodies.

↣ He’s more than happy to give you his clothes and is always blushing when he sees you in a new set of his now stolen closet.

Chifuyu

↣ Chifuyu.exe has stopped functioning

↣ He wouldn’t know what to do with himself when you walk up to him to settle on the couch next to him, wearing one of his cute sweaters (y’all know that one white from the manga, yeah) and he makes a violent double-take.

↣ YOU LOOK SO CUTE WTF

He stares for a good while before telling you, “you look cute.”

You smile at him, wiggling your eyebrows at him, “I know.”

↣ When he sees you in his Toman uniform, he just had googly eyes and got flustered so quick.

“You look beautiful,” he says quietly, looking at you and visibly blushing, “you would make an amazing delinquent.”

“I would, no? I would beat everyone’s asses if they hurt you,” you say, posing confidently.

↣ He laughs, knowing that that’s probably true but he would never let you go beating people when he’s still around to protect you.

↣ He loves seeing you in his clothes but his closet started suffering as his hoodies and sweaters started disappearing rapidly

↣ He proposed buying matching hoodies and you swiftly agreed. You took cute pictures in them too.

↣ But you soon stole his too because it smells like him and he was baffled but you just pecked his cheek and told him, “I’ll return it.” He looks at you, smiling at your lie, “I promise.”

↣ “Sure,” he says, kissing you on your forehead and sighing hopelessly at how much love he has for you.

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aesthyuckic · 2 years ago

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☕️📓 cafe au lait !! ┊͙✧˖*°࿐

based on a dream i had the other night weeks ago. happy (late) valentine's day. fem!reader. 2,65k.

In the modern age, it was no secret that malls were dying. Late stage capitalism was at play according to most people, and some store fronts remained empty due to how high rent got. Donghyuck saw many stores come and go in his years there, it was sad to see people he loved as neighbors and that took care of him as a child disappear before his very eyes. Some spaces were replaced by new owners because despite the dying mall industry they lived in a tourist area that got hit hard around holiday breaks and on the weekends. It just wasn’t the same anymore. Though, his family’s restaurant still remained in their spot…

It had been twenty years at this point. He had been here for that same amount of time only moving here from South Korea at the age of two. He had graduated college, yet his bachelor’s in music got him nowhere so far… and here he was yet again, working for his parents just like he did when he was teenager in order to make a living.

“Donghyuck, stop slouching against the door way.” His mom whined to him. “It’s bad for your back and that’s not how you attract customers.”

“Mom, it’s a Tuesday at 2 in the afternoon.” He fixed his posture. “No one is coming right now and I’m tired. Why do I have to wear a white button up, slacks and a tie? I use to only wear black.”

“You’re a young man now.” She cooed at him while patting his cheek, lovingly. “And you’re handsome. Plus, don’t you remember in high school how you use to flirt with all those girls and they’d keep coming back? Even those older ladies found you charming… We got more business because of you and it’s about time you get in a relationship. People will come, just be patient.”

“I was doing that for the tips.” He blushed. “I’m perfectly fine by myself by the way.”

His mother rolled her eyes at him before patting him on his shoulder and walking back into the restaurant. He sat back down on the stool at the entrance that had a podium next to it with menus staked on top.

The mall remained relatively bleak, until he saw a group of girls come in that linked arms with another while smiling and giggling to one another as they walked into one of the stores. Judging by the bags they had, they were came from school and he guessed college just because it was too early for high school kids and they looked around late teens to early twenties.

It wasn’t long before they came out with paper bags on their arms and then he noticed, they were coming his way. He got flustered and stood up quickly before they had made it over to him. He grabbed the menus beside him.

“Is it okay to get a table for three?” One of them asked.

It was the one that stood out to him most with the brightly colored soft coral hair. She was the tallest of the group of girls but still quite short in comparison to him. However, her baggy clothes made her appear much smaller.

“Uh, yeah.” He blushed. “Follow me.”

He lead them to a table before giving them their menus and running off to go get the water they asked for. Little did he know at that time, it’d become a weekly occurrence that that girl would show up with shopping bags and her friends to eat. He always remembered her order but never her friends… She always got the tteokbokki. If he was lucky, she’d come by sometimes without her friends and that’s really when he got to know her… He finally found out her name and that she was only two years younger than him and studying music at a college nearby. He felt his heart flutter a bit in his chest as he fell in love little by little.

She came by one Thursday afternoon and Donghyuck smiled once he had seen her. She had a bag on her arm and a cup in the other.

“Y/n!” He said, excited. “Same as always?”

“How can you remember my order but never my friends?” She questioned. “I’m just messing with you. But I’m getting kinda tired, do you have any suggestion.”

“Oh my god, my mom makes the best kimchi jjigae.” He hummed.

“I’m not the biggest fan of cabbage but for you… I’ll try it. To go please.”

There went that flutter in his chest again.

“Coming right up.” He nodded.

He ran off to the kitchen to give his mom the ticket before coming back out to talk to the girl. He stared down at the big brown bag that was on the floor.

“Every time I see you, you always have a big, brown shopping bag…” He laughed. “What do you even get?”

“Oh! It’s nothing.” The girl brushed it off.

“If it was nothing it wouldn’t be there.” He scoffed. “C’mon show me! Please! I’m so curious.”

“Ugh, this is so embarrassing…”

She bent over before rummaging through the bag before she revealed some albums in here hand.

“Is that Shinee?” The boy asked.

“Yeah,” She blushed before putting them back in the bag. “New Jeans, Red Velvet and WEi too.”

“No way!” He gasped. “I’ve loved Shinee since I was kid! I still have one of their albums my mom bought me as a kid.”

“You know them?”

“I’m literally Korean, Y/n…”

“I know but that doesn’t mean you like k-pop! And frankly, I thought you’d be weirded out by me liking it.”

“Do you hear what we play in here? Do you hear that? It sounds like Lion Heart by Girl’s Generation playing right now. Anyway, who’s your favorite?”

“For Shinee? Taemin but Red Velvet, I love Yeri and I love everyone for New Jeans and WEi.”

“Taemin’s my favorite too actually. I always wanted to be like him as a kid. Not to brag, but I auditioned for SM entertainment.”

The girl raised an eyebrow at him almost as an ‘oh, really?’

“I’m taking you didn’t get in?” She tilted her head.

The boy clutched his chest and acted wounded, “That hurt! You’re so mean! For your information, I did get accepted!”

“Why are you here?” She asked.

“I was thirteen, not stupid. I just thought about all I had to give up and I love music and attention and everything but I don’t think I deal with idol life. Being stalked and having such a strict beauty standard pushed on me. I was good.”

A middle aged woman came out of the kitchen with a bag full of food. She saw the two talking to each other and smiling. She saw the way her son looked at the girl and smiled herself before approaching slowly.

“Sorry to interrupt. I have kimchi jjigae for you.” She spoke slowly before backing away.

The girl grabbed the takeout bag off the podium.

“Thank you, Mrs. Lee.” She smiled. “It was nice talking to you, Haechan. See you later.”

The boy watched as the girl walked away, not even aware of the smile on his face. He moved his attention over to his mom who was also smiling.

“What?” His expression dropped.

“You like her…” She sang, happily.

“Mom…” He sighed.

“You like her, you like her. My little Donghyuckie has a crush.”

She continued to sing behind her son as he ran off into the back to escape her pestering.

The following week, he saw her again. He was sitting reading before he noticed her coming in his direction. She was holding a drink, looked like same from last week as she also took a bite out of a cookie in the other hand.

"Are you cheating on me?" He gasped as he acted offended as soon as the girl got closer.

"What? Just because I'm eating something different?" She snickered.

"What even is that?" He asked, curiously.

"Iced vanilla latte."

"I like them too, especially from the little shop from around the corner."

"That's where I got this actually... I love their cookies too."

She ended up promising the boy to come by a little later once she was done looking around. It was the only way he'd let go of his fake work. Really, it was just an excuse to be able to see her again as soon as possible. Her coming every week at least once was an excuse to see him but he didn't have to know that.

She came the next week, a cookie from the shop in her bag as well as iced vanilla latte for her friend in one hand another drink for herself in the other. She almost skipped along to find her way to Haechan. She smiled to herself as she saw the boy reading a book once again as he sat at the podium. She hid the drink for him behind her back before making her way over to him.

"Y/n, it's nice to see you again." He chuckled as he closed the book."

"Surpise!" She brought the drink out to hand to him. "To make up for cheating on you last week."

"Oh! Thank you!" He beamed. "What do you have this week?

"Butterfly pea tea with lemonade."

"Pea tea?"

"Don't be childish. It's good for your eyes and it taste good. And it's coool because it turns pink when mixed with lemonade?"

"And why would you need all that?"

"I'm blind basically."

"You never wear glasses though"

"I don't think I look good in them..."

"I doubt that. I think you'd look pretty cute in them."

He only realized what he said out loud after the fact. His expression fell before he turned his attention to the girl standing in front of him that had a blank look as she blushed.

"i'm sorry." He apologized, blushing himself.

"No, no! It's fine!" She reassured him. "I'll see you in a bit."

He waved goodbye at the girl as she rushed feeling the fact that maybe it was not fine. She didn't come back even though he waited all evening for her to come back. It left him broken hearted as he let his mouth get ahead of his brain once again which may of or may not have messed up everything going for him. He didn't sleep that night.

Donghyuck waited for her to come back daily but it wasn't until that following Tuesday he saw her once again. He saw her go into the album store with the friends she always came with. He felt adernline rush through his body before he asked his mom for his break.

He rushed pass the store th girl was in just to make it to the cafe around the corner and bought three packs of cookies. He started to work up the courage to go in the store to talk to the girl. He finally took a deep breath before walking calmy into the store. Her back was turned to him and so were her friends' It started getting warmer so she wasn't in her usual baggy attire. She had half of her tied up with a pink ribbon and wore a frilly dress that matched. He thought she looked so pretty, even if it was just from behind. He snapped out of it and apporached her before tapping her on the shoulder.

"Hyuck..." She mumbled once she turned around and saw the boy.

"Um, hi, you look really pretty." He blurted. "Sorry, that's not why I'm here... Can I talked you by the water fountian outside?"

"Thank you and um, yeah, sure."

He nodded, trying not to break a sweat in that moment. He had the cookies hidden behind his back the whole time. He took a step back and allowed her to go in front, following right behind. The both of them stood across from each other in front of the fountain. They looked at each other for a moment for the boy broke eye contact with her just to stare at his feet.

"Hey, I'm really sorry about last week again... And just now too." He admitted. "Anyway, the cafe was having a buy three get three free special so here are some of those cookies you like."

He handed them to her, "My break is over but I hope you like them. It was nice to see you again."

He walked away too quickly before she could say anything. The girl's friends came out of the store shortly after the encounter.

"What was that about?" One asked as she put her bags down beside her.

"I think he likes me..." She answered.

"I've been telling you that for weeks now."

"No, but a lot..."

It took a moment for her joy the register at that statement. He liked her... When does that ever happen. she got so excited that she started to gush to her friends about the boy. Then she realized she needed to talk to him again but of course, there was issue of his job...

She told her friends to just go home without her that evening. She waited around until they had to start closing for the night. She sat somewhere she could go unseen as he did his work. Once she saw him start putting up chairs she went toward the restaurant. His back was turned but he heard the footsteps.

"Sorry, we are closed for the night." He sighed as he put up more chairs.

"You say that word to much, you know?" She hummed.

He turned around, "Y/n? What are you doing here?"

"I waited. You didn't let me say 'thank you' and I guess I realized I have more than just that to say..."

The girl took a step closer to the boy which only allowed for a few inches of space. The boy look visibly nervous as the girl got closer.

"So thank you for the cookies," She started. "Also, I like you, Hyuck. I think you like me too, am I right?"

"I-I-" He stuttered.

"I think this game went on too long." She pouted. "Now, use your words please."

"Yes, I do... I do like you."

The music change to a slow song all of sudden. The girl looked up with a smile.

"I think that's a sign. Don't you?" She asked to which he nodded. "So, will you dance with me?"

She extended her hand out for him to take which he did but not without hesitation. He ended up taking the lead right after. One hand intertwined with her own as his other hand rested on her waist and her own on his arm. She rested her head on his chest, able to hear the rapidness of his heartbeat that she cheekily smiled at before his chin came to rest on top of her head. After the song was over, the two came to hold each other's hand as they stared at each other.

"Man, I've wanted to do this for weeks." He confessed as he cupped the girl's jaw gently.

He bent down to connect each other's lips to one another. Softly, they touched and it felt like forever in those few moment with another. It was like passion coming out of hiding and being expolisive and like all the emotion started to felt at it's fullness. She deepen the kiss as she wrapped her arms around her new lover's neck in an effort to bring him closer as well as deepen the kiss.

The two young adults were unaware of the mom that was upstairs messing with the radio once she accidentally walked in on their conversation and quietly exiting, unnoticed. She smiled at work through the cameras after playing cupid.

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