#late arrival

[euphorictruths]

Late Arrival- Ben Sledsens

[aventurineswife]

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS6N6sMHN/

Would it be possible to make a similar scene to this between Reader and Kaveh/Veritas? Reader would take Loid's place as they arrive to a party extremely late and bloody due to the nature of their job but they arrive anyways because it means a lot to Kaveh and Veritas and they wouldn't want to break their promise no matter what.

To Keep a Promise

Summary: Ratio and Kaveh, invited to an elegant party, are preparing to leave due to their impatience. However, before they can, the door crashes open, and you—bloodied from a dangerous mission—arrive late but determined to keep your promise to them. Despite the blood and exhaustion, you introduce yourself as Kaveh and Veritas' partner, showing your commitment to them. Both Ratio and Kaveh express their concern and care for you, and together, the three of you share a quiet, tender moment as you navigate the chaos of the party.

Tags: Kaveh x Reader x Ratio, Hurt/Comfort, Late Arrival, Blood Injury, Emotional Vulnerability, Wholesome, Protective Care, Gentle Reassurance.

Warnings: Injury (Blood), Slight Angst, Mild Intensity (due to mission-related injury), Brief mention of overworking and emotional stress.

The party was in full swing, its opulence on display in every corner—crystal chandeliers casting a soft glow over the guests, the hum of conversation filling the air. Music played softly in the background, and tables overflowed with decadent food and drink. It was a celebration that Ratio and Kaveh had been invited to, one they'd promised to attend together. They stood near the grand doors, Ratio turned to face the guests.

"I do beg your pardon, but we must be leaving," Ratio announced to the crowd, his words calm but edged with impatience. His hair gleamed under the lights. He adjusted his golden ornament, preparing for an exit he’d hoped to make earlier, but his mind was elsewhere.

Beside him, Kaveh's gaze drifted toward the door, eyes narrowing slightly. He had a certain charm to his presence, his eyes filled with concern as he looked toward the crowd. Despite the tension, his posture still maintained a graceful confidence, his cape flowing in an almost regal manner.

“I really don’t understand why we’re still here,” Kaveh muttered softly, his voice light but laden with frustration. “You promised [Name] we would be here for the whole night.”

But before Ratio could respond, the sound of the door crashing open echoed across the room. The guests froze, looking toward the entrance in shock.

A figure, blood dripping from a cut on their forehead, stood in the doorway. A familiar face. You.

Kaveh’s expression shifted in an instant—concern mixed with relief, and a hint of disbelief. His eyes flickered over your bloodied form as you stepped forward.

“I’m terribly sorry for arriving late,” you said with a strained smile, your voice laced with exhaustion, but unwavering. “I’m Kaveh and Veritas’ partner, [Name].” You gave a slight bow, a professional nod to the crowd as though nothing were wrong, though you were clearly in pain.

Ratio's sharp eyes softened, his lips barely curving into a smile. He strode toward you, a flicker of disbelief on his face. "I should have known you’d push yourself too hard," he muttered, his tone laced with a mixture of affection and mild reproach. The worry in his voice couldn’t be hidden, though. "Are you... all right?"

Kaveh, too, was already by your side, his eyes scanning you for any more visible wounds. “You’ve gone through hell, haven’t you? Why didn’t you say anything?” His voice softened, and despite his irritation, there was only concern, the same empathy you always saw in him.

“Because I promised you I’d be here,” you answered, the weight of your words hanging between you all. “I couldn’t let you down.”

For a moment, Ratio and Kaveh exchanged a glance, their shared understanding of you apparent. The tension in the room shifted, and the guests slowly resumed their conversations, some still casting curious glances in your direction.

“Rest assured, we’re not leaving now,” Kaveh said, his hand gently brushing against your arm, a reassuring touch despite the circumstances. “We can’t break a promise to you either, [Name].”

Ratio stepped closer, his gaze intense but tender. "Let’s get you cleaned up, then we can enjoy the evening together. You’ve earned it—though next time, we’re insisting on a less dangerous way for you to keep your word."

You chuckled softly, despite the pain. "I’ll try, but no promises."

And with that, the three of you left the crowd behind, the promise of a quiet, shared moment waiting just beyond the noise of the party.

[fluffroom]

"Late Arrival" - Hyunjin

Imaginary Friend AU | 2k Words | Playful, Chaotic, and Flirty| Hyunjin x Reader

Summary: You never had an imaginary friend as a child, so why is a beautiful, chaotic stranger suddenly showing up at your job, insisting he's always belonged to you? He teases, he lingers, and he just might be exactly what you never knew you needed.

You're barely through your shift at the department store when chaos strolls in wearing tight pants, windswept hair, and an audacious amount of confidence.

He walks right up to the register, leans on it like he owns the place, and grins.

"There you are," he says like you've kept him waiting. "Finally clocked in on time, huh?"

You blink. "Do I...know you?"

He gasps. "Ouch. Wounding me on sight. Is this how you treat all your imaginary friends?"

You stare. "What?"

"Hyunjin," he says, tapping his chest. "You named me."

"I've never-" You lower your voice. "-had an imaginary friend."

"Well," he says, sliding a hand through his hair, "you do now."

. . .

You're convinced it's a joke.

One of your coworkers must've set it up. Some weird dare. A TikTok challenge, maybe?

But Hyunjin doesn't leave.

He follows you around the store, commenting on every single candle he picks up to smell with maddening curiosity and a running stream of snark.

"Do you remember your obsession with peaches? God, I thought you'd never grow out of it." "This one's called romance sparkle, but it smells like garbage." "Ooh, look, this one is your favorite color!"

You whirl around. "How do you know that?"

He winks. "Told you. Imaginary friend. Just...late to the party."

. . .

In the break room, you hide behind your sandwich.

Hyunjin props his feet on the table like he belongs there.

"Y'know," he muses, "most kids get imaginary friends when they're scared or lonely. You waited until your mid-twenties. Bold."

You groan. "I didn't ask for this."

"Sure you did," he says, tapping your forehead gently. "Right in here. Kept wishing someone would just get you. Talk to you. Stay."

You're quiet for a beat.

He shrugs. "Sorry for the delay. Cosmic paperwork."

You can't help it- you laugh.

"That was so lame."

"But effective," he beams.

. . .

Hyunjin doesn't eat, but he critiques your lunch like a MasterChef judge.

He doesn't clock in, but customers glance his way like they can see him.

You test it, just once- ask someone, "Did you see that guy by the shoes?"

They frown. "What guy?"

Hyunjin, smirking from the aisle, mouths: Told you so.

"I'm losing my mind," you mutter.

"You're welcoming your imagination," he corrects, appearing by your elbow.

You jump. "Do you have to do that?"

"Would you prefer I knock first? On your brain?"

You throw a pen at him. He catches it. Keeps it.

. . .

That night, you pace your apartment.

Hyunjin lounges on your couch, flipping through your old sketchbook. The private one.

"Where did you even come from?" you ask finally.

He looks up. "You."

"NO, seriously."

He sets the pad down.

"Okay. One day, you stopped trying to be 'normal' and started hoping someone out there would see you. Not your job title. Not your GPA. Not your polite small talk. You."

Your mouth dries.

"And in that hope, I was made."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"Neither does iced coffee at midnight, but here we are."

You hate how he makes you smile.

. . .

The next day, he helps you rehang clothes that had fallen off the rack.

Sort of.

He straightens them on the hanger with a flick of his hand. You yelp. A customer sees a blouse settle itself.

You both duck behind the rack.

"I told you not to do that in public."

Hyunjin shrugs. "Maybe they just thought you had incredible speed."

You groan into your hands.

He chuckles. "You're cute when you're flustered."

You glance up. "Do you flirt with everyone whose brain you invade?"

"Only the ones I like," he says, voice softer.

You pretend you don't hear that.

He pretends you don't blush.

. . .

"You said imaginary friends come from need," you say that night, curled under your duvet.

Hyunjin sits down on your desk, legs dangling barely above the floor.

"So what happens when I don't need you anymore?"

He stills.

"You really want me to answer that?"

You nod.

His voice is quieter. "Then I'll disappear. Back into the spaces between memories."

"That sucks."

"Eh," he says, forcing a grin. "Better to be briefly real than eternally hypothetical."

You toss a pillow at him. "Stop making that sound poetic."

"You like it."

You kind of do.

. . .

You dream of him.

Not floating or flickering.

Just...sitting beside you. Real. Solid. Staring at the stars.

When you wake up, he's there.

Watching you.

"You dreamt of me," he says.

"You're in my head. Of course I did."

"No," he says. "You dreamt with me."

You blink. "What's the difference?"

His expression changes. Grows quieter.

"I think you're starting to believe I'm real."

You look away.

"I don't want to lose you," you whisper.

He leans in. "Then don't."

Your phone alarm goes off, interrupting everything.

When you look back, he's gone.

. . .

The next week is empty.

Hyunjin doesn't show up.

No teasing. No smirking. No floating merchandise.

The break room is dull. The apartment is quiet too.

You reread the sketchbook. Every page. Hoping to find him between the lines.

On the last page, there's something new.

A tiny drawing of a heart.

And a note:

I only go when you stop needing me. But if you start wanting me instead... I'll come back. -H

. . .

You sit on the windowsill the next night.

Alone.

"I don't need you," you say softly. "I wanted to be okay on my own. I am okay."

The wind shifts.

"But that doesn't mean I don't want you."

A pause.

Then:

"I knew you'd figure it out."

You turn.

Hyunjin stands behind you, the same grin, but softer.

Less teasing. More true.

You laugh- relieved, confused, breathless.

He sits beside you.

"Took you long enough," he teases.

You lean into him.

"Took you longer."

THE END

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[teachinginreallife]

When a student announces their late arrival

[mysticdragon3art]

Ann arrives late to the party. Better fashionably late than never.  ^^; Figure photography using Nendoroid Makoto Nijima (Queen version), Joker (Akira Kurusu / Ren Amamiya), Futaba Sakura with Morgana cat accessory, Yusuke Kitagawa (Fox version), and Nendoroid More Suits set 1.  Nendoroid Ann Takamaki (Panther version) with Nendoroid More Wedding set 1′s "Peony Scarlet".  Miniatures and table are from various Re-ment sets and Orcara sets.  Turkey and dressings were hand-made from polymer clay and Polycrylic glaze.  Backdrop are sheets of felt. (12/5/2019)

[avengerscompound]

Late Arrival

Late Arrival: A Captain America Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count:  1339

Warnings:  drunkenness, smut (Oral sex and interrupted sex)

Synopsis:   You take Steve home to meet your parents. Nothing seems to go to plan.

A/N:  For my #Happy Steve Bingo Fill: Meeting the Parents

Late Arrival

You pulled Steve through the door and he caught you as you stumbled over the rug.  “Shhh…” You giggled holding on to his shirt. “They're probably asleep.”

Steve chuckled and juggled you and the bags around so he could quietly close the door.  You stumbled again and leaned your whole weight against him. You were drunk. The plane had been delayed so many times and you’d spent the entire time in the bar drinking more and more.  Eventually telling your parents to stop waiting up because you didn’t think you’d get there today. You had then drunk on the plane too.

You had been right about not getting there today.  It was now 4 in the morning and you’d made it to your parent's place, still very drunk and completely exhausted.

Steve was nervous about meeting your family.  He’d never done the meet his parents thing before.   He kept telling himself that logically this was going to go fine.  He was pretty popular with moms in general. Clean cut. Upstanding citizen.  Polite in the old-fashioned way moms loved (unless provoked). He was in a lot of ways the perfect guy to take home.  Even still, he worried they’d hate him. He still sometimes had those skinny Steve insecurities about people taking one look at him and rejecting him.  He also had this worry that they’d have legitimate concerns. Ones he had himself, to be honest. The life threating job. His position making his loved ones a target.

The worry was now compounded with the fact he was sneaking into their house before the crack of dawn.  He stank from the travel and having worn the same clothes for coming up to 24 hours and was completely exhausted.  Add to that the fact he was bringing you in drunk, he couldn’t imagine this going well.

“Okay, sweetheart, where’s the bedroom?”  He whispered.

You started giggling louder and lurched forward.  “This way.”

He sighed and followed after you.  Halfway up the stairs, you’d banged into the wall three times and knocked 2 pictures askew.  He picked you up and slung you over his shoulder making you yelp and then break down into a fit of giggles.

“Point the way.”  He said.

You slapped his butt and pointed with your foot and he very carefully made his way to your old bedroom and dropped you down on the bed.

It was still how you left it when you moved out.  Posters of your favorite bands on the wall. A desk with a pile of text books sitting on the side.  A bookshelf full of book that ranged from favorite children's books to Young adult series and a few romances hidden between them.

You looked up at him and started awkwardly tugging your shirt off.  You seemed to get tangled in it, so he came over and pulled it up over your head.  “That was really sexy you know?”

“What was?  Me taking your shirt off?”  He asked.

You giggled and started toying with his belt.  “No. When you carried me upstairs.”

“What are you doing?”  He asked as you pulled his belt free.

“Nothing…”  You teased as you opened his fly and tugged his pants down.

“Honey, it’s 4.30 in the morning and your parents are asleep in the next room.”  Steve reasoned as he stroked his fingers down the back of your neck.

“Mmm… I know.  I wanna blow you in my childhood bedroom.”  You hummed nuzzling as this cock.

He groaned and his cock twitched.  You were incorrigible sometimes. Especially when you’d been drinking.

“Steve…”  You hummed, teasing your hand over his balls and nudging his cock with your nose.  It hardened and sent little shivers through him. “I wanna suck your dick. Please.”

“Well, since you said please.”  He teased.

You grinned and pulled the head of his cock into your mouth.  In his semi-flaccid state, it was like you were calling his nerve endings into action.  He groaned and ran his fingers through your hair as his cock hardened in your mouth.

When he was fully hard you dropped your head down and deep throated him.  He was too large for you to take to the hilt, but he still loved seeing you do it.  The way you looked up at him with your lips stretched around his shaft.

He groaned and rolled his hips a little as you began to bob your head up and down.  The way your tongue massaged his shaft and the pressure when you sucked, mixed with the warm wet of your mouth made his skin prickle and his balls tighten as precome leaked over your tongue.

You hummed happily and pulled off, tugging on his cock as you licked over his balls.  “Oh fuck,” He gasped as he watched. You pulled one ball into your mouth and then the other.  A white bead of precome formed on the head of his cock. He watched as it grew and then spilled over, trickling down the length of his cock and over your knuckles.

You smiled and ran your tongue up, collecting the white fluid as you went.  When you reached the head of his cock, you flicked your tongue up and a sticky tendril stretched and then snapped between the tip of your tongue and the head of his cock.

“Jesus,”  He hissed and leaned down, kissing you hard and pushing you back on the bed, making it bang into the wall.

You moaned and nipped at his earlobe.  “Oh, god, Steve.” You whispered. “Fuck me.  I wanna break this bed in finally.”

He groaned again and rolled his hips against you.  You grabbed his ass, pulling him tighter against him.

The door to your bedroom flew open and your parents bustled inside.  “We thought that was you banging ar…” Your mom stopped mid-word with her mouth hanging open.

Steve jumped up hurriedly pulling his pants back up.  “Mom!” You screeched. “Knock on the door.”

“We didn’t... I didn’t...”  Your mother stuttered. “I’m sorry.  We didn’t think you’d be doing that!”

“I am allowed to have sex with my boyfriend, mother!  I’m an adult!” You shouted.

Steve stood there blinking, not sure what he should be doing right now.  This had to be the single most mortifying thing that had ever happened to him.  Given how long the list of mortifying things was, that was significant.

“Of course you are allowed to have sex with him!”  Your mother argued. “I just thought you’d be trying to get to sleep!”

You’re dad sidled up to Steve as you and your mother shouted at each other in a way that sounded like you were arguing when really you were both agreeing with each other.  He held out his hand held out his hand and Steve shook it. “So you’re the boyfriend?”

“Yeah. Steve Rogers.  I’m really sorry, sir.”  Steve said, his voice landing somewhere between sheepish and stoic.

Your dad brushed him off.  “Not to worry. Probably should have knocked.”

“Could you both please get out?”  You shouted pushing your dad towards the door.

Your dad laughed.  It was a large roaring laugh full of genuine humor.

“It was nice to meet you, Steve.”  Your mother called out as you pushed her out of the door.

“You too.”  He called back as you slammed it shut.

You turned to look at him with your face scrunched up.  “Ugh.” You said dramatically.

Steve chuckled and pulled you against him.  “That was not how I ideally saw that going.”

You giggled and kissed his jaw.  “No.” You agreed. “But at least it was memorable.”

He picked you up and tossed you back onto the bed and began stripping off his clothes.

“Oh, are we resuming?”  You asked with a cheeky smirk on your face.

“No.  We are absolutely never doing that while we are here ever.  Sleep.”

You pouted and Steve switched off the light.  As he climbed into bed and wrapped you in his arms, he hoped that tomorrow would go better that today did.

[amarshmallownamedo]

*star wars trailer ends*

Man sits right behind me

Man: dammit we missed the best trailer

[timeclonemike]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I just posted a new chapter of my already insanely long Undertale fanfic, Ebott’s Wake. You can expect medical science, magic, escaping from police custody, psychological warfare, and messing around with television sets.