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reverieblondie · 7 months

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The Dare

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara X Spider-woman!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with Some Plot, Stealing Stuff, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Degrading, Unprotected Penetrative Sex, Hair Pulling, Fingering, Reader is called Slut.

Summary: Hobie takes the dare game up a notch. Unexpected events ensue...

A/N: This is my first fanfiction ever so please be kind! If I missed any warnings or my grammar and spelling sucks please just let me know. I thought this idea was funny so figured I would share!

Word Count: 5,757 (still working on my editing skills so warning)

Hobie casually struts into view, wearing Peter's favorite pink robe. He has a smirk on his face. He obviously was successful in the dare.

You, Hobie, Gwen and Ben were passing time at HQ by having a friendly game of daring each other to do things, you all recently got done with a mission so it was perfect to kill time, Gwen had suggested truth or dare but Hobie said that dares only would make for a better game. It started innocently enough like reading the last text message you sent your crush, drinking a bottle of hot sauce but you can’t drink anything else for 10 minutes, and going to dance in the cafeteria to no music to see if anyone joins you, but it quickly diverted to more dangerous dares.

“I can't believe you were able to get that” Ben laughs out as Hobie strikes poses while Gwen and you cheer him on

“Oh this was nothing mate, I do believe that is your turn for a dare Miss Y/N”

You look at Hobie with a smirk, if he was trying to scare you it wasn't going to work. “I can handle whatever you throw at me Hobie, all these dares have been a cakewalk so far”

Hobie smirks, “Why don't we get you something challenging then, hm?”

You shrug feeling confident “I'm not scared of any dare”

“Any dare?”

“Yep!”

“No backing out aye?”

“No backing out” you grin, feeling that he wouldn't be able to think of anything too crazy, but you forget this is Hobie, and he loves to push the limits.

Hobie thinks for a moment, his face contorted with thought, and then a wicked smirk flashes on his face, he looks at you and leans in knowing he had a perfect dare.

“I dare you to steal a pair of Miguel's underwear” Gwen and Ben exchange shocked looks then look back at you, brows furrowed mouth agape you are equally as shocked by the request.

“What?!”

Hobie goes to repeat but is quickly cut off by you interrupting him “Eh…Please don't repeat it I heard you.” This causes Hobie to laugh

“So are you game?”

you think for a moment, that stealing Miguel’s underwear…this was definitely a challenge and a bit of a gamble on your life. But you would never hear the end of it from Hobie if you backed out now. Face riddled with concern you look up at Hobie, a fire in your eye blooms not wanting to be beaten.

“I'm game!”

You and Hobie shake hands the dare is on, no backing out now.

You first had to think about a game plan to get Miguel's underwear. It's not like you can just walk up and ask the guy, he was the big boss he could crush your head like a peanut. Plus it didn't help that you had a fat crush on him, and now you have to nab his underwear.

Taking a deep breath you headed to Miguel's room in HQ. You ducked around corners and made sure you were not being followed or looking too suspicious, though that wasn't easy to do considering you were sweating bullets. Miguel's room was known to be located at the top of HQ, being the leader and founder of the Spider Society means you get to have a penthouse suite at your job you guess.

You had only ever been to the door of his room once, you had forgotten to give him your mission reports on time so you had to hand deliver them one night at Miguel's irritated request, you remember that night having to rush the paperwork over and banging on the door, for Miguel to reveal himself in sweatpants and an oversized shirt hair lose from a recent shower. Seeing him in such a casual state had worsened your crush. Miguel just gave you the same furrowed expression he always seemed to have glued to his face, looking you up and down before he took your reports without uttering a word to you.

After that night you couldn't help but fantasize about Miguel doing more casual mundane things, like grocery shopping or maybe telling jokes to you, the guy was in a consistent state of stress so thinking about him relaxed made you excited. People might think it would be weird but hey it's your fantasy, not theirs.

Finally making your way to the top you peek around a corner looking at his door. There is no one around from what you can tell, so you check your watch. Perfect it's still afternoon, Miguel, the workaholic he is, never leaves his office early so you still have plenty of time. Sneaking over to the door you try the handle, and to your surprise…it's unlocked? Huh? Miguel should lock his room. There are some real weirdos out there, the current weirdo being you. Then again what idiot would be dumb enough to sneak into Miguel's private space? Oh yeah thanks to the dare, you!

Through the door you steadily walk in, the living room is huge, nicely lit, minimalist design, and very clean, a total opposite to Miguel's office which is dark with all kinds of clutter. A nice large sofa and a TV that hardly looks like it's ever been used decorate the space, attached to the vast living room, a kitchen with a sleek-looking island and very modern appliances, some you can't even recognize. As you go further and further in his suite, you tiptoe around looking at everything, if you didn't know this was Miguel's place you would have never thought that anyone lived here, so devoid of any kind of personality. Maybe he's just a minimalist?

As you quietly walk through the impressive suite you hear a noise that stops you in your tracks. You look and see a door that is slightly cracked, you examine the door cautiously slowly making your approach. Another noise draws you in closer, a grunt?

Thanks to your careful steps you manage to sneak to the door and peer inside without making a sound. Peering through the slit of the door you lean in to survey what caught your attention, your eyes widened at the sight and your breath instantly halts.

There he is Miguel, your leader, your crush fully nude standing in his master bedroom, head thrown back eyes screwed shut, fangs fully extended, moaning in pleasure as he tightly fucks his cock with his hand. His hips are jutting forward slightly, his angry red tip leaking glistening precum that only aids in his feverish fucking. His muscles are tense and rippling, each moan makes his massive body shake. You are mesmerized by the sight, you're sure your jaw is on the floor. You are watching Miguel O’Hara fucking his hand chasing any kind of release.

Continuing to watch his relentless pursuit, your excitement builds as you watch. Mouth dry and wanting to desperately attach yourself to his cock and lick and suck till your thirst is quenched from his release. Your thoughts run rampant, you shouldn’t be watching this, it's wrong, but you can’t take your eyes off him. His tanned skin glowing with the subtle sheen of sweat, his moans egging him on and equally you.

The whole display has you tightening your thighs together, your arousal ls pooling in your panties. He starts to move with more sloppiness, slipping incoherent words in Spanish to the air and he gets close to his high. Then to your pleasure, sticky white ropes escape him and cover his large hand painting him white. He continues to pump for a few more moments, slightly shaking as he does. He then opens his eyes, grabs a towel resting on his bed and cleans himself, as he’s cleaning he gives a small sigh looking more relaxed during his come down and takes a deep inhale from his nose. Then he stops and his face contorts to confusion, taking another whiff of the air again he looks towards the slightly ajar door.

You jump quickly backpedaling from the door, did he see you? Shit you need to hide, you quickly tiptoe to the next door finding yourself in what looks like a home office. You look around the room quickly scanning for a place to hide, a desk catches your attention, this will have to do. Quickly hiding below it you hear Miguel walking slowly into the room looking around. Heart beating rampant you place your hand over your mouth and steady your breathing, you can not get caught he will kick you out of society or worse kill you!

Miguel scratches his head and gives a slight “huh” before leaving the room and going back to the bedroom. You wait a few moments before you poke your head out cautiously. Looks all clear, you quickly go to make your escape, but then you stop the dare…you got to get that underwear, it was just a stupid game but your pride was going to get the better of you and you didn’t want to be subjected to Hobies teasing of how you couldn’t hack it after all your big talk. You swallow down your fear and turn towards the bedroom door.

You approach the door hesitantly and place your ear to it, you hear what sounds like a shower, Miguel must be doing some aftercare for himself. Taking all risks you gently open the door and peer inside your spider senses helping to guide you through feeling no immediate danger. Peering inside you see the room is empty. Walking in you look for a dresser but with no luck, the only thing you see is a large bed and nightstand, ever the minimalist huh Miguel? Your eyes go to the door on the side of the room where you hear the shower being used.

This is stupid, this is stupid, this is stupid! You're going to get seen! Thinking to yourself as you slowly crack open the door to the master bathroom. Looking through the crack you see a silhouette of Miguel in the shower, the glass is steamed over from the intestine heat of the water he is cleaning himself with. It’s so hot that as you carefully crawl in you feel the heat and humidity in the air thick and making it hard to breathe.

Miguel is something else to take such scouring showers. You look around, eyes darting all over the floor for any chance of dirty clothes and then to the fogged-up shower making sure he is still blissfully unaware of the invasion of privacy. Your eyes catch what looks to be another door that you are betting to be his closest, you quickly crawl over and sneak into the closet carefully shutting the door behind you.

Looking around the closet you see a variety of different clothes ranging from tee shirts and jens to luxury suits and jackets. Your attention falls to a leather jacket that you can’t help but touch, imagining how wonderful he must look in this jacket, what you wouldn’t give…you quietly slap your hands to your cheeks trying to refocus. you're on a mission here!

Surveying around your eyes lands on what seems to be a dresser. Quickly rushing over you open the first small drawer, socks in various neutral colors. Okay, drawer number two, you open and bingo! There they are Miguel’s assortment of underwear, boxers or briefs? He’s a brief man.

Eyeing the underwear you feel a tinge of embarrassment and guilt looking at his underwear, this is pretty perverse, you already watched him masterbait now taking his underwear? Well, it's only because of the dare that makes it less perverse right? You did get excited from watching him, do you have a problem? Too horny maybe? You shrug that’s something you will ponder another day, today you have a mission. Plunging your hand in the drawer you take the first pair your hand falls to, navy blue. This will have to work!

Still hearing the shower you are thankful he seems to be taking his time. Going to make your escape you head for the door, then just your luck, the shower turns off, fuck. Quickly backtracking to the closet you hide yourself leaving a crack so you peer out to watch.

Miguel wipes the fogged-up glass of the shower revealing his damp hair cascading down his forehead, the water rolling down his chiseled physique, you feel your heat dripping down as you watch. Note to self find an excuse to pour water on Miguel so you can see him dripping wet again. You watch with intrigue as he swiftly wraps his towel around his narrow waist drawing attention to his deep v.

It takes everything in you to not drool and melt away into a puddle on his floor. Every movement of his routine made you desire him more and more, you were down bad. Miguel brushes his hair back with his hands and that has you almost losing all sense, why is everything he does so sexy? You need to get a grip. Studying him you wait for an opportunity to make your escape without getting caught, just have to be patient now. He's looking at himself in the mirror looking at his jaw and inspecting his face, he then widens his lips to reveal his teeth and fangs on full display.

The sight of his fangs has you holding your breath. That’s right if you get caught he would have no problem using those things on you, actually, that’s not a terrible idea…no! Too horny, get out of here!

Miguel opens a drawer at the sink and pulls out some floss, he tentatively pulls a long string out and begins to floss around his teeth making sure to go carefully around his fangs. Why is this oddly adorable? Scary Spider man adorably flossing, and very cute. Miguel gets done flossing and licks his teeth, then something you never thought you would ever see. He smiles to himself in the mirror before quickly going back to his permanent neutral state. Too bad he doesn't smile more often; you often try to make him smile when you get to interact with him at work. Telling jokes, funny stories, smiling and waving as you pass him but nothing has ever seemed to work out for you.

Miguel sighs and shakes his head going away from the mirror to his bedroom. Okay, enough daydreaming you need to get out of here quickly. You decide the best way to sneak out is to crawl on the wall, you start scaling the wall crawling on the ceiling. He left the door to the room open so you peek your head in, and it’s all clear. You crawl through and go to exit his bedroom as you are about to get down to open the door. It swings open causing you to quickly flatten yourself to the ceiling. Miguel walks in with a bottle of water in hand still in a towel from the shower. As he is right under you he stops and sniffs, shit shit! Why does he keep doing that? Do you smell? You took a shower this morning, you should not be smelling.

As Miguel whips his head side to side you quickly and quietly slip out the bedroom before he has a chance to get wise and look up.

You quickly get down from the ceiling and start making your pursuit to the door. You did it! You made it, you got the underwear! Oh, the look on Hobie’s face is going to be priceless!

Suddenly, as you are about to reach out to the knob and make your escape, feeling the high of success you are pulled back and swiftly turned around to be met with a crimson-eyed Miguel, and he looks pissed. It’s in this moment you wish to see Miguel who was smiling but you're not getting that side of him you're getting Miguel burning with rage. “I thought I fucking smelled you…” okay wow, ouch? Do you smell bad? Before you can say anything his hand grabs your face and squeezes your cheeks “What are you doing in my room?”

You stare at him, lips puckered and eyes wide, this is how you die…

Miguel squeezes you harder “Answer me…” he growls, he’s so close to you, you can feel the vibration in his chest, his heat burning your skin his smell invading your senses, it’s intoxicating being this close, he's not wearing a shirt and only in those familiar sweatpants, you can’t help but notice your panties getting soaked. However you can’t get lost in the fantasy right now, you’ve been caught and you need to focus on not losing your life.

“I’m sorry” you mutter out as best you can. Miguel continues to stare daggers into you, he wants more of an answer than that.

“I didn’t think you would be here”

Miguel releases your face and now keeps his hands on your arms pinning you to the nearest wall. “Why would you even come in here?” He looks you up and down for a moment and that’s when he sees what’s in your hands, his eyes widening in surprise “Is that…”

“Wait! Miguel, I can explain! This isn't what it looks like!”

Miguel tilts his head at you, “Yeah? Because it looks like you're a nasty little perv”

His derogation sends shivers down your spine and makes your sex even more wet.

Miguel studies you seeing your flushed features, can he sense that you're getting turned on? The answer is yes, “I should have known you were here, your sweet scent tainting the air.”

Okay, what the hell? You furrow your eyebrows at him “Do I smell? You keep saying that I smell?”

Miguel lifts an eyebrow at your face still stern but not so much angry “I can smell your arousal pooling in your panties” he grips you tighter “I may not have that little danger alarm like the rest of you but that doesn’t mean my other senses are not heightened. And right now I can smell just how excited you are, was this your plan? Watch me, take my underwear, and get caught? Or is getting caught just a pleasant surprise for you?”

Miguel lends down whispering in the shell of your ear, his warm breath causing your skin to tingle “And don’t try to deny it”

Your breath hitches for a moment “I didn't mean to watch it was an accident”

“What about you getting so turned on?” He stares intensely at you, you feel your face flush with embarrassment and clench your thighs together. You are turned on, desperately so. His voice is so sultry, even him bullying you is causing you excitement. Looking into his red eyes his face seems less of rage and more of fascination.

“I-I couldn't help myself.”

His hands slowly slide down your arms to your waist, and he buries his head in your neck, smelling you taking you in. The feeling of his breath fanning over your skin makes you think you will instantly melt. Your eyes flutter, closed breath becomes heavy and he rubs his nose slowing up your neck. Finally, he moves away from your neck and looks at your blown-out eyes and flushed cheeks, he smirks, oh you're in danger.

Miguel suddenly turns you around pressing your chest and face to the wall, his hand grazes your ass before roughly spanking you, causing your hips to buckle forward releasing a high-pitched yelp. His weight leans on you and his knee drives up into your wet cunt, the slight friction makes your head jerk back and clit to tingle. Miguel chuckles and he brings his face into your hair smelling you before reaching and grabbing a handful of hair, pulling slightly. His lips slightly graze your ear as he speaks.

“You're a bad little slut aren't you?”

“N-no'm not”

Another spank smacks across your ass “Oh, I think you are though. Sneaking in here watching me and taking my stuff, good girls don't do that.” He purrs

He leans more into you and you can feel just how big and hard he is. Miguel's hands find the zipper to your suit slowly zipping it down “Tell me to keep going, tell me how much you want it”

Pushing yourself from the wall you nod your head, your mind hazy from the desire to be touched more. Forgetting all about pride, forgetting all about the dare, your only thoughts are your desires.

Miguel tsks at you and stops unzipping your suit “Use your words Cariño or I will stop”

“Yes, I want it! Please!” You whine slightly rubbing yourself on his knee desperate for any kind of friction.

“What are you bebé?” Releasing the zipper of your suit that now reveals your bare back to him, He swiftly brings a hand to tug your hair, he's going to make you beg and plead, isn't he? Biting your lip you feel him shove his knee further into you, his other hand going to your hip to help guide you as you rub yourself practically riding his knee like a bitch in heat as he continues his torment.

“Your needly slut! Please just take me Miguel!”

With that Miguel releases his grip from your hair and hip peeling down your suit revealing your naked body to him, he eyes you for a moment drinking in every curve and dip of your soft skin slowly running his hands down your sides whispering incoherent filth in your ear before he quickly turns you around and scoops you in his arms carrying you to his bedroom.

He practically kicks his door in tossing you on the bed, before you can get your bearings his hands are on your ankles dragging you closer. He stares intensely at you like a predator about to devour its prey.

Miguel crawls on top of you, his breath fanning over your lips, he carefully takes his thumb and swipes it over your bottom lip. “Soft…” is all he mutters before he kisses you, softly first then quickly heating up to a sloppy ravenous hunger to taste you. His hands paw all over your body squeezing all over and grabbing handfuls of you desperately. When you break away for air he can't help but

lick wet stripes on your neck then give you slight nips, his fangs slightly grazing you careful not to break your skin.

He trails down peppering kisses down your heated body, your bra is quickly tossed off of you causing your breast to bounce before him letting out a yelp to the suddenness of his action. Miguel stares for a moment watching your nipples peak, He just smirks and massages them before latching himself to your peaked nipple, first lapping with his tongue before biting with a tug. You moan and whimper at his teasing, playfully biting and licking one as he pinches and pulls the other.

He travels lower, his eyes staying on your face watching each reaction, he's studying you, he wants to note what every kiss, bite, lick, and tug does to you. When he finally reaches your heated sex he examines your panties, soft blue with a very noticeable dark spot, he rubs his middle finger across your wet panties taking in how your body shakes at his touch and you push yourself into him more. The hard-on in his sweatpants is aching to be released, but he wants to punish you for your perverted behavior.

“Look at what you have done to your pretty panties princesa, acting like a dirty slut has ruined them” his finger rubs on your clothed clit digging into your folds and ruining your underwear further. You can only moan and plead for him to continue, your cunt aching to be filled with anything, getting impossibly wetter as he continues his teasing. Rocking your hips faster on his finger desperate for friction on your clit, you really are needy.

He slaps his hand down on your clothed cunt causing you to jump and moan at the bullying. “No, rushing me princesa” he's making sure to go painfully slow, he wants you to beg for it.

He slips your panties off slowly, watching your sweetness leak out of you, your needy pussy is clenching around nothing desperate to be filled. You are a rambling mess of pleading and whimpering as Miguel tortures you with his slow lingering touches. Miguel slowly dives his face into your cunt and nose pushing your clit making your body jerk and moan, he takes in your smell getting drunk on your sweet secretion. He lifts his head and leads his head on your thigh “Such a sweet-smelling slut, you know how long you have been teasing me?”

He starts to run his finger through your slick folds “walking around me all aroused, making me have to smell you without getting to taste you”

He Plunges his finger into you, his large finger going knuckle deep and curling slowly in you, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit making your vision blur from how deep he is. As you wetten he slips in another finger filling you up, your breathing becoming desperate, back starts to arch, and hands flying to your hair. He continues his pursuit moving his fingers around your gummy walls searching for that sweet spot of yours. When it's finally found you're seeing stars and clenching tightly on his fingers, your hands flying down to hold his wrist as he continues to make you ride his hand. Miguel just watches as you approach your high “Do you know what all that teasing does to a man?”

He suddenly pulls away as you are reaching your peak. His fingers are glazed with your wetness. Smiling down at you he puts his wet fingers in his mouth and sucks them clean, eyes never leaving yours. He takes them out of with mouth with a pop “Makes a man hungry Hermosa”

You have tears pooling in your eyes being robbed of your orgasm, you start begging him to continue whimpering and flustered as he just watches you beg.

“You're such a needy little slut huh?”

Nodding feverishly you agree to everything that leaves his mouth

“You know? I think I know how to correct your bad behavior”

Standing from the bed he removes his sweatpants, his hard cock flicking up to hit his stomach leaving precum in its wake. Staring intently at you he starts pumping his massive cock throbbing for friction. All you can do is watch him wide-eyed sure you saw it earlier but now it's going to be inside of you. His length and girth are so big you don't even know if it would fit in your tight pussy, but you are aquiver to try, whimpering at his display.

“We got to fuck it out of you Hermosa, you want that? You want me to fill up and teach you a lesson?”

You nod and spread your legs wider for him. Miguel slips out a moan, eyeing your spread open sex. All for him, begging for him, he almost can't help himself from immediately thrusting into you.

“Words?” he says, still pumping himself, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, yes I am bad, teach me a lesson! Fuck me, ah please Miguel!”

Miguel Grabs your face and laughs at you “No need to beg, such a desperate thing” he shakes his head. Teasing still makes your skin tingle and nipples to perk evermore. Truth be told he loves your begging, he's getting drunk off your eagerness for him.

He watches as your cunt clenches around nothing begging to be filled. He lines up and slowly rubs his length between your folds gathering your slick before slowly inching in his tip. His cock feels like fire as he slowly stretches you open, heating your soft slick walls. Your hands gripping his shoulders as you try to keep from clenching allowing him to slip in.

“Mm, that’s right, fit it in Hermosa”

The initial pain quickly becomes pleasure as he splits you open, heating you slowly going inch by inch stretching you deliciously. Your eyes start to roll in the back of your head and you close your eyes, letting the pleasure take over you. Suddenly Miguel slams his full length into you, filling you instantly and bullying into your cervix, the head of his cock nudging your g spot. The sensation causes your eyes to shoot open, you digging your nails into his shoulders and the air in your lungs to escape you.

“Keep your eyes open and on me”

Following his demands you watch him, eyes glaze over as you get cock drunk on his relentless rutting. Miguels just laughs as he rolls his hips back and slams into you again and again forcing you to stretch open and take him in. Usually, he would warm someone up a bit more before he starts fucking them so forcefully, but you've been a little pervert so you need to be taught what happens when you're bad. All you can do is moan and shake as he bullies your tight cunt making it form to his shape.

“That's it, baby, take it”

He continues to rut into you pulling back to the tip before slamming back in, thoroughly fucking you dumb. Eyes crossed and mouth hanging open muttering incoherently. Miguel leans down and kisses you sloppily still fucking you at a brutal pace, taking your jaw and making your mouth open wider he spits in your mouth.

“Swallow” he demains

Quickly following his demands you swallow and open your mouth again to show him how obedient you can be to him, you really are like a dog..

“Good girl” He rewards you by snaking his hand to your clit and rubbing it in circular motions.

You are quickly approaching your high toes curling, legs wrapping around Miguel's waist, and hands clawing into his back leaving scratch marks painting all the way down his back. Your walls start to clamp down on him.

“Ah, Mig ah Miguel I'm close, please!”

His massive cock abusing your sensitive spot has you seeing stars and pussy creaming all over him, leaving a white ring around his cock finally cumming around him. He continues chasing his release as he helps you ride out your orgasm. His cock continues to fill you pulsating as he reaches his orgasm. The sounds of your wet pussy and the slapping of skin fill the room. His rhythm becomes sloppy and pounding harder into you

“You hear that? Ah, such a needy pussy. Where do you want it huh? When does my dirty slut want my cum? Her stomach? Ah, Face? Mm inside?”

“Inside!” You beg, approaching your second high.

“Oh? Do you want me to fill you up? Such a greedy slut aren't you?”

You begin to see white, his relentless pace making your head empty.

“I said, Aren't you!” he pounds harder, making everything shake and you scream in pleasure.

“Yes! Im so fucking greedy!” you're practically sobbing at the pace he's set. You think you're going to break as he takes your legs and pushes your knees to your face, making him slip what you thought was impossibly deeper. Miguel angles himself that has you clamping down on him squirting out on his cock.

With that Miguel stops moving, hips completely flushed with you, his body shakes as he releases his hot thick cum inside of you giving out a moan that vibrates through his wide chest. His hot load warms your insides, mixing in with your release causing you to shudder. Miguel looks down at you and smiles still staying in you, he leans his massive body over you and kisses you while pulling out. The emptiness makes you whine and he quickly goes to look at his handy work.

He holds your ankles out so you have to be stretched before him, your abused clit red and sensitive, your hole filled with his sperm leaking out. Quickly taking his thumb to the escaping mess he pushes it back into your hole causing you to shake with overstimulation.

“Mm, Such a pretty mess baby.”

Miguel gets up and heads to his door, he turns to look at your tired body glowing with sweat.

“I'm going to get you some water, when I get back you better prepare yourself, I'm not done punishing you.”

You close your thighs together, his words sending a shiver of anticipation back through you as you bite your lip watching him leave.

You will have to thank Hobie later for picking this dare.

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Miguel laughs, “So you came here to steal my underwear for a dare?” You look over at him with a smirk admiring his nude body in such a relaxed state and giving that smile you have been so desperately dreaming for.

Eventually, you told him all about the dare game and how you ended up here. You're searching all over the floor for your underwear in the mess of bedding that found its way to the floor in a messy heap.

“Look I am not going to back down from a dare, now where are…”.

Miguel whistles and you look up at him as he's holding up your underwear; you reach to grab them from him but he pulls them back causing you to crash down on his bare chest. His other hand instantly curled around you to hold you to him. Once red eyes now dulling down to a brown as he just holds and smiles at you.

“Take mine, do what you need to do and I will keep these” He balls up your underwear and holds them in a fist behind his head.

You give him a suspicious look “Why do you want to hang on to them?”

Miguel chuckles and looks back at you “To make sure you'll come back”

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Later you find Hobie, Quin, and Ben sitting down chatting, you march up to the table and throw the navy blue underwear down on the table. They all look at you stunned at the item of clothing in front of them. Your hair was disheveled, lips red and swollen from being kissed, and cheeks still painted with a bit of blush. Hobie raises an eyebrow and looks you up and down noting your appearance, then he smirks.

“And what took you so long?”

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‘i put myself in another world, where i can be any other girl, cause i don’t really wanna face it. cause if it isn’t real you can pretend all you want…’

I sigh as the lyrics of ‘Fictional’ by Khloe Rose filter through my headphones. My head leans against the cool glass window of the bus, bumping my forehead every time the driver goes over a pothole.

Hey, call me crazy, but this is probably the most relatable song in existence. At least to me. Falling in love with boys from books and movies was basically my job at this point.

I had one, though, that meant more than all my other ‘fictional boyfriends’.

Percy Jackson.

I’d grown up with this character, laughed with him, cried with him, held fast and braved the storm with him. I’d adopted his personality, tried to be like his girlfriend, acted as if we were best friends, talked to him, dreamt about him, read and written fanfiction about him, anything you can think of. I am obsessed, and no, I’m not ashamed of that fact.

I’m five years running with this crush now, and it’s not going anytime soon. I let out another sigh as I realise, yet again, that this is impossible. He’s fictional, as much as it hurts to admit. He isn’t real, and I can’t live my whole life pretending to date and marry a fictional character. Life just doesn’t work like that. Sadly.

The bus pulls up at school, and I climb off, slipping my headphones into my pocket. I’ll probably get them back out during a boring lecture in one of my classes, but for now I’ll just keep the daydreaming at a minimum.

“Hey, girl.” Andie sidles up to me, nudging me with her shoulder. “What’s kicking?”

“Nothing,” I deadpan. “Unless you’re a goat, like Grover Underwood.”

Andie laughs, my sarcastic comment going right over her head. I love her to death, seriously, but the girl hasn’t got an ounce of sarcasm in her. She’s the most literal and honest person ever, but she’s also super sweet and sincere. So, sarcasm isn’t even a word she knows.

“I’m not a goat, silly,” she giggles. “But guess what?!”

“Yeah?” I am actually kind of interested. Andie usually has all the gossip (somehow), so her news tends to be pretty good.

“There’s a new guy in our class today,” she squeals. “Apparently he just moved here from New York.”

“New York is where Percy Jackson lives,” I say automatically. “I wanna visit there someday so bad.”

Andie rolls her pretty eyes. She likes Percy Jackson. I made her read the books, and she did, but just so that she knows what I’m talking about most of the time. “You and your fictional boys, I swear. This is a real boy, y/n! You need to get your head out of a book for once if you ever wanna meet somebody.”

I shrug. “Real boys suck though.”

And even Andie can’t argue with that.

I’m doodling in my notebook, half listening to Mr Mintar explain something about geometry. I’m not terrible at maths, so I figure I’ll just catch up if I need to. My brain doesn’t want to pay attention today.

I perk up, though, when I hear something new.

“Students,” Mrs May, our principal, announces. “We have a new student joining us today. Please be kind to Mr Jackson and show him around. Remember, you were once a new student yourself.”

Jackson? Like Percy Jackson? How cool is that, I thought to myself. I yank my headphones out of my ears and glance up.

A boy is talking quietly with Mr Mintar; who is probably explaining what we’re learning and where he’ll sit. We have assigned seats in basically every class, because a few boys in our grade are idiots, so I sit alone in every class. Apparently, other students are very likely to copy my work if they’re sitting with me, so the teachers decided to make me sit alone all the time. It’s kind of okay, though. Means I can do whatever I want with no one to tell on me for listening to music.

I watch as Mr Mintar talks with his hands, waving them a lot. The boy has his back to me. He has messy black hair, and he’s wearing jeans, converse and a blue hoodie.

Mr Mintar gestures at me, and I sit up straight. The boy glances quickly, nods at Mr Mintar, and I realise what’s happening. He’s being assigned to sit with me, which probably means I'll also be assigned his personal ‘welcome-to-our-school’ guide. Which means I’ll be forced to be this guy’s friend for the next few weeks. Yay.

The boy turns to face me, and I swear my heart literally skipped a beat. Now, this wasn’t like those dumb fanfics where a girl’s celebrity crush just so happens to turn up at her school for some stupid reason, and they fall in love blah blah blah.

This was an honest-to-goodness ‘what the hell is happening’ moment. The boy now walking towards me looks exactly how I’ve always pictured Percy Jackson in my mind. The same crazily messy black hair, loose and slightly curled at the edges, twisting around his ears and falling in his eyes a little bit. He has the same smattering of freckles on his nose, the same tan skin, troublemaker grin, the same glint of determination in his eyes.

And gosh, I’d know those sea-green eyes anywhere.

The boy slides into the seat beside me. “Hi,” he says softly. “You’re y/n?”

I can’t do anything but nod, and I try to not stare at him too hard.

“You’re supposed to be my guide, or something, I think.” The boy sounds apologetic, like he knows how annoying being forced to be a school guide is. “And I’m supposed to sit with you in all my classes.”

I nod again, a little dazed. Even his voice is Percy Jackson-coded. A slight rasp, a little accented, ugh.

I find my voice. “That’s cool. I’d be happy to show you around and get you into the groove of things here at East High.”

The boy smiles, and he has little crinkles at the side of his pretty eyes, as if he smiles a whole lot.

“Awesome. I’m Percy by the way.”

I blink at him, absolutely sure he’s pulling my leg somehow. “What do you mean?” I ask.

Percy frowns. “Like… my name? The thing that people call me? It’s Percy. Percy Jackson.”

I just stare at him.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asks.

“Your name is Percy Jackson?”

“Yeah?”

“Like the book character,” I add, surprising myself with the calm in my voice. Inside my head, though, I was screaming.

Percy’s brow furrows. “A book character? I dunno. Never heard of a book character called Percy, but there probably is. I don’t read that much. Dyslexia.”

I nod slowly. “Of course.”

Percy frowns again, then chuckles a little. “You’re weird. I like you.”

My tongue feels like someone’s deep fried it in the microwave. I try to swallow, and it’s nearly impossible. “So you’re not messing with me right now? You’re really called Percy Jackson, and you have dyslexia and probably ADHD, and sea-green eyes, and your hair isn’t dyed, and…”

Percy laughs again. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes. What’s this about?”

I shake my head. “You wouldn’t understand if I told you.”

Percy raises his eyebrow. “Try me.”

It’s been a week since Percy’s arrival, and I’m still about 89% sure I’m dreaming. Not that I usually dream like this, but still.

I’ve spent basically all my school hours with Percy, as well as half my bus rides home, as his mum lives nearby to us.

The longer I know him, the more I’m sure that he’s real, that he’s actually here, and that he’s really, truly, Perseus Jackson, the not-so-fictional boy I’ve been in love with forever.

The weirdest thing, though, is the night after he arrived, I got home and all my Percy Jackson books and merch were gone. Mysteriously vanished. Even Andie doesn’t know what I’m talking about when I bring up PJO.

It’s like that movie, Yesterday, where everyone forgets about the Beatles. It’s like that, but with Percy Jackson. Oh, and obviously I have a real Percy to replace it; whereas Jack in that movie didn’t really have that.

Anyway, it’s crazy, it’s probably a hallucination, and it’s absolutely incredible. I’m spending every single day with my absolute favourite person in the universe, and he’s real.

The boy I’ve cried over, laughed over, loved for years… He’s here. He’s real. And he’s my friend.

“Marshmallows are not designed to be eaten alone,” I argue, pouting a french fry at Percy. “They aren’t even that nice anyway, but especially not when you eat them dry. All the powder, like, clogs up your throat and it’s disgusting. If you eat them on their own, you’re crazy.”

Percy laughs. “I hate them in my hot chocolates. They get all gooey and mushy, and… ugh.” He makes a face.

I roll my eyes. “You’re insane.”

Percy shrugs. “At least I don’t hate rice.”

“Hey!” I protest. “I have sensory issues! It’s not my fault the feeling of rice in my mouth makes me feel sick.”

“Hey, I know,” Percy says. “I was just kidding. I’m sorry.”

I relax. “It’s okay.”

I stare at him a moment, realising once again that this is really happening to me. That his pretty sea-green eyes are actually looking at me.

“What are you thinking about, love?”

“Huh?” I snap out of my trance, sitting up straighter. “What did you say?”

Percy smirks. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

To be honest, I barely remember. “Uh—nothing. Trying to think of what to do this afternoon after school.”

“You don’t have plans?” he asks.

I shake my head, and sip my chocolate milk. It tastes terrible.

“You’re going on a date with me, dummy,” Percy says, so casually I almost miss it. He leans his head back and throws a grape in the air, catching it in his mouth. It’s surprisingly attractive.

“Wait,” I say. “What?”

“You.” Percy points his finger at me, then himself. “Me.” He makes a swirling motion with his finger. “That new waterpark by the beach.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You’re asking me to go on a date with you?”

“You aren’t saying no.”

“No,” I reply, my voice soft, “I’m not.”

“Wow,” I say. “That’s an epic waterpark.”

Percy grins down at me, his eyes looking extra pretty in the afternoon sunlight. “You wanna race to the gate?”

I pretend to think about it for a second, then begin sprinting as fast as I can. I hear Percy gasp in laughter, then start after me. He catches me easily, his legs much longer than mine, but as he does, he scoops me up into a hug.

“Hey!” I shriek. “Put me down!”

I can tell he isn’t taking me seriously though, because we’re both laughing too hard. Percy eventually drops me gently on the ground. I can’t help but suddenly miss the feeling of his bare chest against me. I blink, and instantly shake those thoughts away.

“Buy me an ice cream and I’ll let you win all our races from now on,” I tease.

Percy scoffs. “Darlin’, you couldn’t win if you had a jetpack on.”

I try to ignore the flutter in my chest and roll my eyes. “Could so, and I don’t need any old jetpack.” I flex my nonexistent muscles. “You see these? I’m perfectly fine on my own, thank you.”

“Oh, oh yeah of course. Sorry, your majesty.” Percy has a stupid grin on his face, and I have an urge to kiss him right then and there.

And so I do. I grab hold of his shoulders, pull myself up onto tiptoe, and press my mouth to his. “I love you, Seaweed Brain,” I whisper into his lips.

Percy wraps his arms around my waist, causing the flutter to return, more greatly this time. He deepens the kiss, his head tilting downwards to accommodate my shorter height. His lips taste of the jellybeans we were eating earlier together. He had insisted on eating only the blue ones, of course.

The world around me blurs, and fades, and I’m left with only him, only Percy Jackson. His fingers on my waist, his mouth on mine, my heart in his hands. I am completely and totally his, as I’ve been forever, but now? He’s completely and totally mine too. My not-so-fictional boy.

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dilxcc · 3 months

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you and me ᡣ𐭩 byun baekhyun

fluff, mentions of exo members, established relationshio, secret relationship, grammatical error

idol!baekhyun x reader

a/n this will be the first ever fanfiction that i will write for the fandom ;) i hope its good. likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated <3

"hyung, did you see that?" sehun whispered to suho, his eyes not leaving the smiling baekhyun. for the past few minutes, baekhyun had been smiling like an idiot. sehun thought that his smile looks silly. because he looked like someone who's in love.

the other members joined in and watched him discreetly (obviously). the constant glances that they threw however, goes by unnoticed. they wondered what he was doing that got him so engrossed at the phone's screen.

they took note, eyes met whenever they see baekhyung chuckling or blushing slightly. everything was going well until suddenly, chanyeol gave up. "okay, what's so interesting to the point that you're smiling at your phone like an idiot?" chanyeol huffed.

caught off guard, he immediately turned his phone off and put it away. "n-nothing! it was just a funny youtube video," he quickly looked away. "if it's a funny video, then why won't you show it to us?" xiumin butts in. he quickly got up from his seat. "you guys are nosy," he feigned annoyance. they knew that he didn't actually mean it.

because they could see the way his ears turned red as he walked away.

"who do you think is it?" sehun asked, looking at his hyung impatiently. "maybe it was the female idol that he met at the last award show?" suho inquire. "hmm... maybe,"

baekhyun plopped down on his bed, slightly out of breath despite only walking back to his room. his bandmates suspicion made his heart beats fast. he tried as hard as he can to keep you a secret. but then again. why would he need to keep you a secret? it wasn't like he's doing anything wrong. he likes you and you like him too.

the constant buzz from his phone snapped him out of his thoughts. he looked at the notification and realized that you left him multiple text. he smiled slightly, realizing that you were probably worried as he didn't say anything before turning his phone off earlier.

you

baek? are you okay?

where are you?

is everything alright?

hello???

baekhyunie

sorry

the others were with me

i think they know :(

i'm sorry

you

let's call.

it's easier to talk

he quickly picked up the call and smiled. "hey," he greeted you nervously. "hey," you greeted him back and get comfortable in your bed. "i don't mind, you know?" you started.

slightly confused, he asked you what you had meant. "i don't mind if people know," you continued, your voice trembling slightly because of the nerve. "in fact, i would like it better if i could show the world that i'm dating you. it's a flex you know?" you hit your lip, trying to suppress your smile.

he was speechless for a moment. before he let out a small chuckle. "i thought it was just me. turns out i was being nervous for no reason," he smiled, turning on his side to get more comfortable. "do you think we should tease the fans?" he asked in a mischievous tone. "as long as you're with me, i don't mind,"

after a few more days of hiding his relationship with you, he was finally ready to tell his bandmates. they were his family after all. they deserve to know.

"oh, we kinda figured it out already," chanyeol shrugged while jongin's mouth were agaped. "huh? you've got a girlfriend?! when???"

the others took turn to tease jongin for being clueless. baekhyun were relieved to see that his bandmates were accepting of his relationship. he wasn't actually worried that they won't accept you. because they would, no matter what.

baekhyun took you out on a date after that. both of you weren't exactly hiding your faces. he was only wearing a cap. and you too. all the while holding each others hand as you walked around in public.

you could smell the videos and pictures that would be up online by now and rumors about you two being together. it was exactly what you had wanted, so you didn't mind.

"i heard that there was a great cafe around here. i want to take you there," he said softly, squeezing your hand slightly. "let's go then," you smiled.

you take your seat by the window after ordering your coffee. "the pastries look so good..." you groaned. "why didn't you order them?" he asked softly, his hand holding yours on top of the table. "i'm on a diet. it's because of our next concert," you pouted. "well, i'll treat you to it. and you can't reject it," he smirked.

"it's fine if you treat yourself once in a while. i know that you haven't been eating anything sweet for a while now," he said softly as the waiter put the pastry in front of you. "i promise i won't tell anyone," he smiled cheekily.

you snorted before taking a bite of the cream puff. "it's really good..." you groaned.

as the two of you enjoy your date, you didn't even notice the constant shuttering noise from a camera.

after your date, both of you took a walk at the park. it was already dark and there was only the two of you. his hand were clasps with yours, not willing to let you go just yet. you walked side by side in silence. it wasn't because he doesn't want to talk to you. it was just that there was no words to say. and it was fine. the silence were comfortable. it engulf you with warmness and aware of his every movement.

and both of you were already happy with that. despite the fact that the internet had been filled with pictures of you two out on a date. you didn't mind. as long as you have each other. that was enough.

#baekhyun 🐶#byun baekhyun x reader #byun baekhyun imagines #byun baekhyun x you #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun imagines #baekhyun x you #exo imagines #exo scenarios #exo fanfic #exo x reader #exo x you #exo #baekhyun #byun baekhyun

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he had to hurt her like that, look at the cinema he made. did he? how do you know? the ends justify the means, huh. a woman could never actually act this well, it had to be real, a snuff film. yes, she was hired for her talent - but pain will make the talent brighter, right.

he is not alone. there are men around him who think like this. who choose actresses they can manipulate, exert power over. who write scripts that demand the pain be felt. she must hurt to uphold the message.

(an aside. author's note, i guess. in poetry, when the words cannot hold themselves up, we actually blame the writers. it shouldn't matter who speaks the literature. the words should carry their own weight. be their own scaffolding.)

the men in the room all applaud each other for doing less. they say they push boundaries. they're leaders in their field. they ask the hard questions.

when they get your resume, they put it into a pile that they will put into a trashcan. when they get your screenplay, they will use it as a coaster. when they build their museums, they will have a disjointed room dedicated to "repairing" the ways that women and people of color have been eradicated from "fine arts". it will be self-effacing. we may have overlooked some artists, they apologize. but really it's not our fault that white men make better art. (those men and their works are in permanent displays. for more on this, see: the way that he laughs at your work will make you sick to your teeth). in six weeks, their apology will be scrubbed and the room will be scrubbed and all the paintings will go back into storage.

they know they are right. sure, okay. maybe we have had less opportunities. but what would we have done with them? not something like this. it took a man to do this. okay, okay. it was deranged, we can all agree about it. but look at the product.

in your life, when you wake up, isn't it grand. if they made a museum for people like us, it would be a cycle of empty frames. of ruined videos. of songs with a voicecrack. all the little plaques reading some variation of a theme. here is where my work would stand if someone like me could actually get published in this fucking industry. here is the work i tried to make, before my agency was stripped from me. here is the placeholder of my dreams, but i could not afford them in this society.

if you keep walking, out in the greenhouse out back, the whole world is full of color. every fabric and fortuneteller and feverdream we spat out in despite. centuries of brightness, of novelty, of exploration. of talent, of wisdom, of creativity.

there is only one sign here in this alexandrian library. the sign acts like an epitaph. you already know what it says, don't you. THIS ISN'T ART, it tells you.

the blankets. the chef-level 5-course meals. the carefully-colored journal pages. the abandoned works-in-progress. the library of fanfiction. the margin drawings. somewhere in there, an actress makes a face, and you think - oh shit! she's really broken! but then she smiles at you, winking. she could do it, you know. she could always act like a starbeam. it's just that his name is the one scrolling at the bottom. she hadn't wanted to undress for him. she goes home and gets forgotten. in our museum, another blank frame goes up on the wall.

they'll give him an award, looking to the camera with almost an apology. he will laugh ruefully. nobody will do anything. little white strings will drip from his fingers. young boys in film studies will continue to chainsmoke while explaining how beautiful it is that there's violence in those scenes. she couldn't have done it without him pushing, he'll tell you, shrugging.

but what if, you wonder. what if he had never existed? without him, what else could we be making? all that time and love and spirit, allowed back into the light. into knowledge. what has he taken, to give us his art?

and is it a trade worth making?

#spilled ink #warm up #can you tell i've been playing disco elysium #no spoilers please i just started #im on day 2 #i don't think im like GOOD at DE tbh #im like too straightedge and i hate being a cop so the game was like #''why are u so apologetic about being a cop''#and im like BC I FEEL BAD ABOUT BEING A COP!!!!!!#although tbh i would like to. confess my love for my little orange guy #kitsuragi #...... i know he's gay without knowing he is gay. im SO confused about so much about this game but im like #that's a gay man

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Stu(died): Chapter 6

Summary: Finals week and Cassian’s birthday

Masterlist, Stu(died) Chapter List

I don’t know if anyone really follows this anymore or if anyone even remembers what happened last chapter, but... I finished this chapter. Nesta’s a bit aggressive in this one btw.

Nesta will blame it all on these godforsaken holidays.

That’s why she goes to Cassian’s family dinner and stays through the night, because the cheer has her in a chokehold and she can barely gasp a no. That’s why she behaves nicer than she is. That’s why she doesn’t bother arguing when his mom asks what they are to each other. Tutor x Student? This is not a fanfiction!

It must be the lights, the cheer, the joy that regrettably seeps into her skin and drowns her in glitter. That’s why Nesta stays and talks in a voice so soft she can barely recognize herself. She looks in the mirror, too, that day to see if the difference in her persona is a tangible thing, something that she can turn on and off like the bathroom light switch, but all she sees are fake reindeer ears and snowman pajamas.

Who are you?

So, Nesta decides that an alien who likes Christmas and being well fed has inhabited her body. And it’s an alien that kisses Cassian that night.

The real Nesta would never do such a thing.

The real Nesta is a professional. Strictly business. Cassian is a student and tutoring is her job, and she contemplates this as she watches him across the table, biting at a pen. What if he makes a mistake, she thinks. Pens over pencils?

He leaves teeth marks on the cap, and she wonders what the alien sees in him. A guy who leaves all his mistakes on paper. He’s left-handed too which makes it worse. All the ink is smudged, and his palm is a Smurf level of blue.

Cassian doesn’t care. Cassian doesn’t care about anything.

Then why did he give you a gift? Why did he invite you? Why does he stay?

The alien speaks and it’s decidedly in Cassian’s favor.

“So,” Cassian drags, “I know you don’t like going out. Or at least you prefer to be staying in, but I thought we could do something next Wednesday.”

Cassian taps his pen against the table in way her heart has repeated every time she thinks of that night. The christmas lights. The warmth in her chest. The soreness in her arms because they were wrapped so tightly around him.

But Nesta does what she does best, dismissing him with a simple shrug of her shoulders, giving nothing away. Because there is nothing there. She’s his tutor.

“Wednesday’s a school night.”

“You’re in college,” Cassian counters.

“And college is still school,” Nesta says, shaking her head a little too abruptly.

Everything feels abrupt. Wrong. The oddity of the movement has her scrunching her nose. Why is she nervous suddenly? That must be what this feeling is. Apprehension. Danger. A terrible need to hide. She doesn’t feel this way decorating the tree at his house, not even meeting his family. No, in fact...

She feels like she belongs there.

Nesta doesn’t even belong here, in this body, sitting in this room, watching this boy-man-child-person rattle the table with his jostling knee, playing drums with writing utensils.

So, Nesta breathes in a disgruntled sigh, and raises her chin like a bad habit.

“I’m busy Wednesday,” Nesta says, her voice final, like she’s ending an essay and hitting submit. Grade me harshly, she thinks, but this is business. This is education. This is forward thinking.

It will be better this way, she thinks. But like many other times before, Nesta isn’t sure who this is better for. It’s all muddled up in her brain, because this is what Cassian does. He confuses. He distracts.

And Cassian never stops prodding like he should. In fact, he leans back in his chair, a certain smirk on his face meaning he’s ready to negotiate. Dinner and movies and after session snacks and walking her home and buying her books. It’s always that smirk and sometimes it’s a soft, gentle smile right after she agrees, breathless and bitter that he convinces her so easily.

It’s an indecent look. One so confidently sure of himself that Nesta’s sure she’s not staring at the same Cassian.

Her heart pounds in her chest and Cassian, the alien, smirks. “Well, I was hoping you could find someone to cover your shift.”

“And why would I do that?”

There it is. Cassian smiles and it’s reminiscent to a holiday. Glee inducing. Glitter infested. Green and red and bright, retro lights. Trees taller than she is and warmth. Warmth to chase away the bitter frost.

He leans his head in his palm and he smiles as he places the pen behind his ear, chewed up cap and all.

“It’s my birthday next Wednesday,” he says as if Nesta doesn’t already know. She does. She knows too much about him. She’ll blame it on that forgettable freshman year, the semester he sullied his name and ruined their chances of... friendship. He did this to himself, she thinks.

Cassian leans closer, a covetous whisper of his words like he’s keeping some secret. I’ll share this with you, she reads from his tone.

Share this with me, the alien agrees.

“I want to spend it with you. I thought we could see a movie.”

Because she’s been talking about wanting to see one--or rather complaining that she never has the time.

Cassian leans back as if he’s ready to hear her terms, but Nesta holds her breath. She tries to will her heart to stop sounding like drums. She swears she can hear it get louder, a whole orchestra sitting in her chest.

I hate movies sits right on her tongue, but that alien squanders the thought. Oh no, the alien thinks, you want this. The alien is joyous. The alien likes this attention.

So it’s no wonder when the alien takes control, pushing that ridiculous need to panic outside of her body.

“What movie?” it asks.

Cassian’s eyes widen and he shoves his notebook away as if it’s blocking his view. “You agree?”

“I didn’t agree,” Nesta says, defensively, “I asked what the movie will be.”

But Cassian shakes his head. His hair is neatly tucked behind his floral scrunchie and a few curling wisps of black escape at his neck. Regrettably, she feels a strange urge to grab at the straying piece and tug.

But she hates that scrunchie. She hates his hair that’s never neat. She hates the indecent way he walks through this earth as if already knowing who he is. Where is his confusion? Where is his fear?

“We can see any movie you want, but I think you’ll want to see that horror movie coming out.”

Nesta scoffs, “You hate horror movies.”

“I don’t hate you, though,” he quips, his lips tucking up fondly. A little comically. A little too neat and nonchalant. A little too calm and self-assured.

Maybe an alien is inhabiting his body. One side of his lips is raised and his eyes are a rich shade of amber in this library light, and she wonders... are you flirting with me?

I hate you sits right on her tongue, so immediate she almost says it aloud.

Only the alien stops her from spewing the words. Rip if off like a Band-Aid, she argues. Then he can hate her and go find a new tutor and she’ll never have to see him again. The alien doesn’t like that thought at all. She feels her stomach drop at the thought, dipping like she’s racing down a hill.

Maybe she’ll puke and this will all be over with.

But if he does get a new tutor, someone else will have to tap at his notebook five hundred times and sigh this one, Cassian! Someone else will have to keep him focused and resist his bribery, his negotiation, his eyes and his hair and his voice.

“This one, Cassian,” she hears herself tiredly sigh, when he looks back to his homework a little too lost to have been paying attention this whole time. “Anyways, I can’t get it off. I need two weeks' notice for things like that and Janie won’t cover for me. She’s going back home after her last final.”

Cassian frowns and Nesta ignores how that expression makes her feel. She is tired of feeling, she decides. “I’ll still see you that day, right?”

He sounds desperate. Likes she’s ruined his hopes and his dreams. Nesta refrains from telling him that his work ethic will do that for him.

“We have a tutoring session in the morning. As is my job.”

“You’re job... Right...” But Cassian merely nods, instead of arguing like she thinks he might. “I’ll take it,” he says, seemingly content with the bare minimum she gives.

But the alien inside of her sits back, wound tight and ruthless... it is not satisfied with bare minimum.

It is not tired of feeling.

The house is warm, but Nesta’s face is still red. There seems to be a permanent state of cold that’s been permeating her body and it’s not another of bout of sickness that would have her regrettably missing Wednesday. Her nose is cold to the touch and her feet, though covered in enough socks to be safe enough as shoes, are freezing. She looks in the glare of the microwave and even there she can see it.

She looks like fucking Rudolph.

And yet, instead of lying in her bed, smothering herself in blankets, and turning on the space heater that may or may not light her room on fire, she is in the kitchen, trying not to put her head in the stand mixer.

“Woah,” Emerie says, dropping her towel where she pats at her wet hair. Nesta sighs before facing her loving, but judgmental friend. What will she say at her flushed cheeks? “Are you... baking?”

“No,” Nesta answers quickly, rolling her eyes. “Can’t you see? I’m trying to get the mixer to knock some sense into me.”

“Well your head might be too big to fit in that bowl,” Emerie jests. “Have you tried the emulsion blender and the big pot?”

Nesta only sighs, her gaze moving across the endless about of mixing bowls. Is this what hell feels like?

“Hmm,” Emerie says, “you’re doing your lovesick sigh. Must be serious if you’re baking and sighing. Anyone I know?”

Emerie gives her a pointed look, one just as indecent as Cassian’s smile.

Cassian. Cassian. Cassian.

Cassian who can’t get out of her head.

But instead of replying, Nesta straightens her stance and runs her hand through her hair, tugging at the ponytail. Get it together, she repeats to herself. “Nothing’s serious. I just wanted dessert is all.”

“You’ve never touched a whisk a day in your life.”

Nesta scoffs, “that’s not true. I licked the batter off of it the last time you made cake, remember.”

“I do actually,” Emerie nods wistfully. “That was good cake.”

She moves to inspect the counter where Nesta currently rests her head in defeat. There’s flour and eggs and milk and oil. Sugar and baking powder, and there’s too many bowls for Nesta to know what to do with. Who needs this many bowls? What person decided they needed 15 plus bowls in their pantry?

“You have flour in your hair, you know.”

Nesta shrugs, “casualty of war.”

“Ahh, must be about someone I know then. You only start mentioning war when you’re too busy fighting your feelings.” Emerie chuckles at the seemingly clever thing she says, but Nesta doesn’t find her words so amusing.

“I have no feelings,” Nesta answers immediately. “In fact, I don’t even want make this cake anymore. I’m tired, actually.”

“I mean... it is exhausting hiding from the truth.”

Nesta glares up at her friend, but Emerie only smiles wider at her look. Of course, she’d have friends who found her glares endearing. How inconvenient, she decides. Next time, she’ll pick friends who hate the same things she does... or have no friends at all.

But that thought makes her chest ache, so she dismisses it quickly.

Emerie points to the mixture of melted chocolate. “For Cassian right? When is his birthday again?”

Nesta sighs, lowering her head once more on the counter.

“December 16th.”

“So you’re dating now?”

Nesta scoffs, wondering how Emerie reaches that conclusion. But Emerie merely points to the spoon covered in a fluff of butter and sugar, as if that will convince Nesta of how ridiculous she seems.

“No we’re not,” she remarks sternly.

“Nesta... you’re baking a cake.”

“I like cake.” Which is true. It’s her favorite dessert. She happens to be lucky her younger sister lives hours away, or she’d eat it every day. As is her right.

“Okay,” Emerie shrugs simply. “Then you’re baking a cake when you have a final tomorrow and you could be studying.”

“I’m taking a break! Aren’t you the one always going on about self-care?” Nesta can’t help but wrinkle her nose, grumbling about being reminded of her impending doom. Because she does have a final tomorrow. A final she could be studying for if not for the fact that a frat boy has her in a chokehold.

Take your fucking cake and be done with me, Nesta thinks violently.

Emerie waves a hand, “That’s to Gwyn. To you, I say there’s a hunky boy that follows you around like a lost puppy, and you are under no obligation to like him but...” Emerie’s words hush to a whisper and she puts her hand to her lips as if keeping a secret.

Everyone with their fucking secrets!

“I think it’s clear that you do.”

“No,” Nesta dismisses, shaking her head. “Negative.”

“Denials not just a river in Egypt,” Emerie sings.

“What about Egypt?” Gwyn inquires. The door shuts abruptly and Gwyn sets down her bag of books with a loud thud. Emerie tuts, because it’s obvious she’s been studying instead of taking a break like she’s been trying to encourage.

Gwyn doesn’t take a break for anyone.

And neither does Nesta... usually. Neither does Nesta always and it doesn’t matter if this class is an elective that was never really that hard, she should be studying to make sure without a doubt she doesn’t miss one problem.

But Emerie doesn’t goad at their friend, instead she takes a piece of chocolate off the counter and raises it to her lips. “I was just telling Nesta here that's she’s obviously infatuated with our nosy neighbor. Why else would she be baking?”

“You’re baking?” Gwyn questions, thoroughly astonished. “What 18th century novel have we set foot in where you’ve suddenly gone domestic? Is this what love does?”

Gwyn blinks and for a moment Nesta doesn’t know what to do with that expression, but then Gwyn is moving to the couch, picking up the bag of brightly colored balloons. “Is this what the bat is for? You told me it was for your sister.”

Emerie’s brows furrow and she looks to Nesta confused. “Bat?”

She means the stuffed bat that Nesta picks up at the giftshop Gwyn sometimes works at, near the hospital. Nesta volunteers there so... what can she do? It’s just there and Gwyn is laughing while she blows up balloons, telling her that she gets a 30% discount on all the things and suddenly Nesta is grabbing the black toy. It’s a heating pad just like her lobster.

It doesn’t make any sense, but Nesta also buys a card. It’s the alien!

Happy birthday, you old bat, it writes.

Nesta grimaces, but when she looks up at her friends, she throws up her hands. “We’ve known each other for two years! It’s just a friendly tutoring gift. Like good luck with the semester, thanks for keeping me employed. Hope you fail again soon. It means nothing!”

But at her outburst--which is a little too high-strung that even Nesta blinks at her own antics--Emerie backtracks. Emerie fiddles with a spatula on the counter, turning it over and her voice gentles into a soft tone, all placating like she’s a child.

Great... now she’s hysterical.

“You know it’s okay if it does mean something. You are allowed to like someone. It’s a perfectly okay thing to do... and it’s just as well if it is or if it isn’t Cassian.” Emerie places her hand on Nesta’s arms and Nesta tries not to shirk in on herself.

This is what she hates. She can feel it like a lump in her throat. The feeling of being seen, watched, peeled away layer by layer as if she means to rip off her skin and discover all the secrets Nesta hides. She hoards them away like a little dragon and her gold. What will they do once they find it, she fears. How will they ruin her?

Danger. Danger. Danger.

She feels unsafe. Nesta shakes her head, her face feeling hot and she wants to go to her room, except that’s the cowards way out and she can’t be seen like a coward. She’s a bad bitch. She feels nothing.

“I say this because I want you to know that we love you whether you date this man or not. Whether you date anyone or not.”

Gwyn shrugs though her lips don’t raise comfortingly like Emerie’s. She’s rather upfront as she says, “we love you so much that we’ll threaten his favorite part if he hurts you. I know several ways we can make it look like an accident.”

Nesta laughs a short sound. “So do I,” she says, softly, suddenly tired.

“Yeah, yeah,” Emerie waves, “we can help hide the body and all that jazz... but can we also help with this cake? Do you want help with this cake?”

I want you to stop looking at me, Nesta thinks.

“I wish Cassian had never come into our lives,” she answers, though she doesn’t know how honest her words are or what they actually mean.

Nesta lays her head on the counter, contemplating the emulsion blender and that giant pot Cassian had made her soup in. She wonders if flour is as hard to clean as glitter or if it will stay on her face and her clothes for a little bit longer, evidence of her crime.

But Nesta concedes to the offered help. If she ropes Emerie and Gwyn into this then at least she’ll have someone to blame when Cassian inevitably starts asking questions.

“It’s a little misshapen,” Nesta says and it is. At best, it reminds her of the one from Harry Potter--massive letters spanning the entirety of the cake. But at least, she spells all the words correctly. It could have had an entirely different name on it, too, which Nesta contemplates doing more than once as she frosts.

Cassian looks to the cake like it’s made of pure gold and any mentions of Caspian, Callum, Carlos, and Cade fall off of her tongue. Because C.A.S.S.I.A.N is written in big, bold, blue lettering, just like the corners of her notebook when she absently scribbles.

Cassian lights up somehow when he smiles, and his lips are wide staring at the chocolate. The hazel shine like a warm cup of tea and she can see all of the amber swirls. Rich cinnamon. A baker’s dream. A reader’s paradise.

He is the embodiment of the word cozy... just like being in the library, surrounded by all these books.

But these feelings are made up of lies, she tells herself, and his face makes her want to puke. At the very least, she’s starting to feel nauseous and she wonders if Cassian can tell. She practices schooling her facial expressions in the mirror to look aloof and she hopes the hour has done her well, because her cheeks are starting to feel warm.

She looks red, looks dire and distressed in that mirror. She looks like she is going to fail a test--has already failed it and there’s nothing to do to save her grade. She’s being dramatic, Nesta keeps repeating to herself, but the words do nothing to make her seem calm.

She doesn’t think she seems calm now, but Nesta will keep telling pretty lies. She’ll keep swallowing them, pushing past the lump in her throat. She’ll fill her stomach with something that soothes.

“You made this?” Cassian asks.

Nesta shrugs, trying not to fiddle with the sleeves of her sweater because she can help the movement. She’s in control of her body and she always has been. She is a stronger bitch than this.

And a cake is no big deal, she reminds herself. She can make cake for anyone, even herself. If Nesta wants cake, she can make cake and she can eat the entire thing in one go. She could even take back this one and run.

But Cassian gathers his arms around the base of the cake as if wanting to tuck it to his chest, and suddenly she remembers the thought from freshman year. That he must give good hugs.

Nesta recoils, tucking her arms across her stomach.

“I almost don’t want to eat it,” Cassian notes lightly.

Nesta startles in her seat.

“You have to eat it,” Nesta demands, forcefully. She’s been staring at that cake every time she opens the fridge and it takes every bit of willpower not to say to hell with Cassian and eat it herself. She’ll be damned if he doesn’t let her eat some of it. Isn’t that what Emerie keeps saying last night? That she can make her cake and eat it too. That it will be her reward.

“I made it for you,” she argues and she can feel her face getting hot. “Why wouldn’t you eat it? Isn’t that bad luck or something?”

“Bad luck? Like a fortune cookie?”

“Bad luck like a curse. You don’t eat it and you don’t get your birthday wish.”

Cassian’s lips raise lightly, slowly, schemingly. “I get... a birthday wish?”

Nesta pauses, hearing how the words sounds. They sound childish and stupid. This will ruin her street cred’. She’s not going to be the smart one anymore. She’s the stupid one. The one who makes up things that don’t even make sense.

“But you have to know...” he trails off, shaking his head as if it’s obvious.

Nesta refrains from yelling get on with it as she asks, “know what?”

Cassian squints, his gaze focusing on her face, curious but apprehensive all at once. Cassian laughs, but the sound is short. Almost scared.

“So, when we were in freshman year, I had a whole day planned about how I wanted to spend my birthday. My family had plans too, they were going to come up and take us all out to dinner. Do it big. Fancy steak house and... I don’t know, go carts or something. They said it was my first birthday away from them and they wanted it to be special.”

“Okay.”

“I told them to stay home, because I wanted to spend it with you.” Cassian gives her a knowing look, but Nesta doesn’t know anything, so she keeps quiet, leaning on every word. “In my mind, it would have probably been dinner too, the seafood place that’s a bit out of town, and maybe the bookstore because I figured if I could get you into a bookstore, you’d start talking about your romances and I could play down the fact that I was nervous as hell and I didn’t know what to say.”

“You were the only person I wanted to spend my birthday with. It’s like... I met you and it was only you from then on.” Cassian shrugs, lightly, and Nesta watches as he closes his notebook, with an air of finality. As if to say studying is not as important as you. As bold of a claim as it is.

“So you have to know, Nesta. The only wish I have is you.”

The only wish I have is you.

The words replay in her mind and Nesta can feel her face getting warm. Her chest feels different. Nausea, maybe... so Nesta, stares at the textbooks instead of looking into his eyes.

She snaps her fingers quickly. “I think you’ll understand this chapter more if I can find this textbook I’ve been meaning to give you. I’m going to go check.”

“Right now?” Cassian asks, astonished.

Nesta shrugs, nonchalantly. “No time like the present.”

“Nesta...”

But she moves, swiftly from the table and into the aisles, willing herself to not look back--hoping upon hoping that he will leave her alone.

Cassian follows her with a soft call of her name. “Nesta...”

“Nesta,” Cassian speaks, hushing his tone to not disturb the one or two other students they pass along the way. Nesta doesn’t know how far she’ll go, but she’s hoping she’ll make it to Australia by Tuesday... or at least deep enough for Cassian to give up, inevitably resigned to the fact that she won’t be distracted in her pursuit. Just ignore him, she thinks. “I don’t need a textbook right now. You don’t need a textbook.”

“I think your grades would beg to differ.”

“Did something I say bother you?”

“Your entire being is bothering me,” Nesta scoffs.

“Bothered how?”

But Nesta keeps moving, her head straight and her gaze straight ahead.

Cassian grabs her arm, a strong but gentle pressure. Nesta eyes the touch, startled by the fact that she doesn’t immediately shrug him off. “Tell me so I can make you feel better.”

“As if you have so much control over me,” she says, though she still doesn’t shove him away.

“No, but you have control over me,” Cassian says, loudly. Nesta gives him a dirty look for speaking so loudly in the quieter part of the library, and he looks apologetically at her. Then he rolls his eyes, smiling fondly as if to say see. “I want to please you, to make you happy... and I thought I was doing a horrible job until that kiss.”

“Don’t bring up that kiss,” she said, loud and outraged and also furious that he has her yelling in a library.

“Why?” Cassian goads, pushing the conversation forward, which is so unlike him to do. “You kissed me, remember.”

“You invited me to spend Thanksgiving with your family, and besides you didn’t push me away.”

“Oh no, I wanted to kiss you.”

Nesta crosses her arms, giving him a look that means there will be no arguing with her. “Well you shouldn’t.”

But Cassian’s lips raise, undignified and stupid. “In fact I want you to kiss me again.”

He moves closer to her and Nesta takes several steps back. He’s as tall as she remembers, and there’s no comforting table or textbooks that stand between like a barrier. She supposes she could grab one from the shelf and chuck it, hope it meets his face. She can run. She can transfer schools.

But that would disrespecting the books and that thought has her clenching her impulsive fists. He’s tall and he smells good. Pages and pillows and soft sheets. Something like fresh air. Something a little darker with more muted notes. A little like getting lost in the woods.

A little like being found.

Cassian looms over her and for once he doesn’t back away and Nesta doesn’t assert space. He raises his hand, his palm gently, hovering close to her skin... waiting to see what she’ll do if he gets close. Nesta closes her eyes and Cassian trails a thumb down her lips as if tracing a map.

“Do you want me to kiss you again?” He asks, his breath so soft against her cheek.

She can feel the books against her back and it reminds her of romance novels. Cassian and her in between stacks, sneaking in dark corners for clandestine meetings. Anyone could see them. Her boss could see her. The tutoring monitors could crawl up to the fourth floor and shout, this is what we pay you for? But no one is here. It’s only Cassian, and his hulking frame. That red sweatshirt spilling across his chest.

Nesta glares, crossing her arms. She hums, and she’ll say it’s to make him wait, but it sounds much too wanton--a deep groan in the back of her throat.

“That’s not a yes,” he muses.

“This is coercive,” she says, kicking her foot. “We’re in a library,” she seethes.

But he smells so good, and he hovers over her just right. The perfect height to be pinned against bookshelves. It almost seems sacrilegious. Would that damage the books, she thinks. What if they push against it so hard, each shelf falls over like dominoes? There would be no hiding what they’ve done, then.

Cassian smirks as she thinks, that dimple in the corner of his mouth shining on his face and she wants to place her thumb there... She wants his lips on hers. His body on hers. His hands skimming across her skin like he’s tracing words on a page.

If she touches him first, he can touch her. If she only says yes, then she can taste him again. She looks to that floral scrunchie. She’d be able to pull on it, pull at his hair and hear his groans and finally find out what they sound like outside of her conspiring imagination. The ones hidden so deep, she thinks no one will ever find them.

Nesta looks to his eyes, but they’re much too bright. She can see herself in them, all flushed. Interestingly enough, she doesn’t look frightened. She looks ready... wanting... waiting... eager.

Nesta can’t help biting at her lips. “Books make me weak,” she mutters to herself. A fatal flaw.

“Oh I know,” Cassian says, smiling. “But I'm not going to kiss you unless you expressly tell me yes. I’m not going to kiss you, unless you want this, Nesta.”

So, Nesta pushes at his shoulders.

It only takes a tap before Cassian is pulling away as if nothing happens at all, here between bookshelves. Is that disappointment in his gaze or does he just assume she will say no? He doesn’t appear perturbed. If anything, it seems expected. Or perhaps he’s a gentlemen and he does mean what he says.

“Back to Gauss’s law it is,” he says, softly.

But Nesta is strangely disappointed by that.

She can imagine following him back to the table where they’re tucked away in a space that is reserved for those who want to talk and study. Not the quiet area where she usually studies by herself. They go back to the table now and they’d pass blow up mattresses and every once in a while a student in a dinosaur costume would roam the hall as someone else films them from behind. Just like every true finals week, when students become so tired facts turn into fiction.

Right now though, there’s no one in sight. It’s quiet and strangely calm and… the alien grasps Cassian’s hand because Nesta is tired here between shelves.

Finals week lunacy has sunk in completely, she thinks. She can barely recognize herself at all as she stares at her flushed face in the gleam of his eyes. It’s no wonder she’s contemplating how sane she truly is.

Cassian swallows, she can see the bob of his adam’s apple, but his gaze is open and warm and he’s wearing her favorite sweatshirt she could just wrap herself in. If only he wrapped his arms around her.

So Nesta does the only sane thing, she can grasp, all thoughts of Gauss gone and instead, Nesta begins writing romances on his lips.

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waywardangel-wilds · 11 months

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In tonight's episode of siblings or dating... both!

Okay so the girls in my Everlark discord said some very funny things and I had to write a one-shot about it:

[AU where hijacked Peeta fully forgot about the romantic tension between Gale and Katniss and he truly believes they are cousins -- using the real book dialogue as a base then going off on my merry fanfiction way-- I will be adding this to my 'cellar conversations' collection (I finally made the funny one!).]

“Thanks for the water,” Peeta says.

“No problem,” Gale replies. “I wake up ten times a night anyway.”

“To make sure Katniss is still here?” asks Peeta.

“Something like that,” Gale admits.

There’s a long pause before Peeta speaks again. “That was funny, what Tigris said. About no one knowing what to do with her.”

“Well, we never have,” Gale says.

They both laugh.

“She loves you, you know,” Gale says. “The way she kissed you in the Quarter Quell… well, she never kissed me like that.”

Peeta frowns. Kissed him? He must have misheard. “It was just part of the show,” Peta assures him, although he can't help the edge of trepidation in his voice.

“No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that’s the only way to convince her you love her.” There’s a long pause where Peeta wonders what the hell this conversation is about. “I should have volunteered to take your place in the first Games. Protected her then.”

“You couldn’t,” Peeta speaks somewhat slower than usual. “She’d never have forgiven you. You had to take care of your family. You matter more to her than her life.” You. Her family that you are a part of. Because you're cousins. Close cousins who look like siblings. Cousins.

“Well, it won’t be an issue much longer. I think it’s unlikely all three of us will be alive at the end of the war. And if we are, I guess it's Katniss’s problem. Who to choose.” Gale yawns. “We should get some sleep.”

“Yeah,” Peeta slides his handcuffs down his support. Maybe this is one of those normal things he forgot were normal. But whatever, who cares, he's probably going to die tomorrow anyway. This is really not his most pressing concern.

"Night," Gale rolls over and he's left to stare at the ceiling.

[Several months later, before 'so after' during 'Peeta and I grow back together']

Peeta picks up the stack of unopened mail that sits precariously on Katniss's mantle. He shuffles through the letters and sees a variety of names, including his own. Katniss sits patiently on the couch, watching him without speaking a word.

"Why haven't you opened these?" He asks with a smile as he waves some of the letters around with one hand. "Looks like everyone and their mother wrote to you."

Katniss tries to hide it but she lets out a little laugh. She rolls her eyes. "I don't think everyone wrote me a letter, Peeta."

He shrugs and goes back to shuffling the letters, taking care to tuck his own at the very bottom of the stack. No use reading those now. He pauses his shuffling when his eyes land on a familiar name. A name that's been bothering him for some time now, in the back of his mind, with an old question.

He clears his throat and attempts to appear casual. "Hey, you have a few here from Gale Hawthorne. You two got along well, right?"

Katniss visibly tenses. "Yeah." she offers nothing more.

"Well, maybe you should open those first." He smiles and offers the three envelopes to her. "Should be easy."

Katniss purses her lips. "I'd rather not start with him, thanks."

Peeta nods rapidly. "Oh. Okay, yeah that's fine." Remain casual he reminds himself. He doesn't want to offend her or anything like that. He holds the letters in one hand and reaches up to scratch the back of his neck. "Hey, um, is it okay if I ask you something?"

Katniss raises one of her ebony eyebrows. She smiles at him quizzically, "Uh, you just did."

"Ha," Peeta smiles and rolls his eyes good-naturedly. "Right. Yeah. But um it's a bit of a dumb question." He pauses. Katniss doesn't do anything other than stare at him expectantly. "Um, so, no judgment or anything like that, I mean, I'll still like you of course, but uh, was Gale actually your cousin?" He frowns almost with embarrassment as he asks. Katniss raises both her eyebrows in surprise. "I mean, ah, maybe that wasn't that big of a deal back then? I don't actually remember. I mean, well, I think I do? But uh, maybe your family was different, I mean, not that your family was different bad or anything but--"

"Peeta," Katniss interjects but he's already on a roll.

"I mean, I guess there weren't that many guys around our age who were visually interesting--"

"Peeta!" Katniss is laughing. She covers her mouth with her hands and shakes her head, but he can still see the laughter shaking her frame and lighting up her eyes. "No. No. Gale and I aren't cousins. That was just something the Capitol made up. Not real."

"Oh." Peeta nods. He presses the stack of letters to his chest and nods again. "Well, okay."

Katniss drops her hands back to her lap. She's still smiling. "Is there something else?"

"Well, I know you kissed him. He told me," he admits. "Um, was he your boyfriend or something?"

She shakes her head. "It was... complicated. Nothing ever really went anywhere. We were barely friends at the end. Probably strangers now."

Peeta takes a moment to absorb that and feels a deep sadness for her. He looks down at the letters. Maybe not strangers.

"Why don't you read these?" He insists gently, extending Gale's letter towards her. "It looks like he wants to talk."

Katniss frowns but takes them. She places the closed envelopes in her lap and pats them gently. "Maybe," she concedes. "Sometime later. When I'm ready."

He nods, "Sure." He smiles at her and walks around the coffee table to join her on the couch. "Sorry about that dumb question by the way."

Katniss laughs again, her eyes crinkling, "No it's okay. I mean I would want to know."

[and that's it! I didn't know what else to write to end it, but this was kind of funny to me]

#everlark #the hunger games #peeta mellark #thg #katniss everdeen #katniss and peeta #fanfic #gale hawthorne

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delulu4marauders · 7 months

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my sweet werewolf <33

y/n potter x remus lupin

summary: y/n was the only person remus could trust seeing him as a werewolf..

note: female!character, y/n potter ( james’ younger sister )

from the author: hey everyone! juliana here, this is my first time writing a real fanfiction so please don't judge!! i'm pretty bad at writing but i can’t help but make my own fanfiction!! i want to say thanks to everyone who liked the summary i posted, seeing all the likes on it made me so happy!! i’m still unsure about how i’m going to organize these, but i’ll make a way. comment if you want a part two and also comment any ideas for part 2?? btw sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes but lowercases in unnecessary places are intended. also it's 2 days until school starts again for me, so i may not post for a while but i will make time to write for all you guys who enjoy my story! tysm and i hope you enjoy!

word count: 3k

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it was a clear, rainy day at hogwarts. the sound of the gryffindor common room fireplace crackling and the quiet chatting of the other students made the common room feel like home. y/n was reading a book on a sofa in the corner of the common room, quietly enjoying her book while sipping on her pumpkin spice latte. the spooky season was coming, and hogwarts felt like the perfect place to be during halloween. just as y/n took another sip of her latte, a tall dark figure stood over her. it was her brother, james potter.

“what do you want?” y/n shrugged

“hey! don’t be so crabby! i just want to come check on my younger sister” james explained

“whatever” y/n rolled her eyes, flicking the page of her book

“jeez..” james said under his breath, sitting down next to y/n “you going down to the great hall for dinner?”

“yeah.. how’s sirius and remus?” y/n asked sweetly, shutting her book

“they’re fine, but remus is- you know.. having trouble..” james worried “damn. poor remus..” y/n whispered

y/n and james walked down the halls of hogwarts amongst the other students who were running down to the great hall. they sat down at the gryffindor table with sirius, who was chugging down pumpkin juice, lily, who was politely eating her dinner and making disgusted faces at sirius, and remus. remus’ face had a lot of scars from the past few full moons. when he smelt her bubblegum scented perfume, his head immediately perked up. there she was, his best friend. y/n and james sat down at the table, james directly started chatting up sirius and flirting with lily. y/n and remus sat there for a few minutes, eating their food. suddenly, y/n spoke up.

“remmy?” y/n sweetly but calmly said

“hmm..?”

“when’s the next.. you know..”

“two days..” he muttered

“oh.. is there anything i can get for you?” y/n suggested

“no.. it’s fine..” he sighed deeply

“alright.. but if there’s anything you need-” y/n got cut off by remus

“i know.. just go to you first. honestly, y/n. you tell me every time! i don’t need to be reminded, you know that?”

“okay.. i’m just worried for you. every time you come down to breakfast with fresh scars and-”

“i’m going to be fine, y/n. stop stressing” he slumped his shoulders down while talking

y/n was walking down the hallways alone to her next class. potions. not only did she really like the thought of brewing potions, her favourite professor was teaching that subject. professor slughorn. he was a super chill, laid-back teacher and wasn’t as strict as all the other teachers. she entered the classroom and saw everyone already standing at the tables. she goes to stand next to james and remus.

“hey” words mindlessly came out her mouth

“shh, the lesson’s starting” remus whispered.

remus was the type of student to enjoy classes and have good grades so him telling her to shush didn’t matter. this time in class they were brewing amortentia. y/n read her potions book and read all the ingredients she needed, found them on the shelves and added them to her cauldron.

ashwinder eggs…

rose thorns..

peppermint..

powdered moonstone..

pearl dust..

and rose petals..

“miss potter” prof. slughorn said “what - does your amortentia smell like?”

y/n smelt her amortentia. she smelt baby powder.. gingerbread.. melted chocolate.. and a new book. these smells together was familiar… something she was used to but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

“i smell.. gingerbread, chocolate, baby powder.. and a new book..” y/n listed slowly, trying to remember who owned the scent in her love potion.

the next day, y/n was peacefully studying in the library. she was just finishing up her transfiguration essay when she saw a shadow of a boy. she looked behind her and saw remus. usually when someone interrupts her study sessions, she gets really pissed but since it was going to be a full moon that night, she didn’t mind.

“hey remmy, you all good?”

“yeah.. i’ve been thinking.. you know how you said if i needed anything for the full moon i could go to you?” remus explained fast. y/n nodded. “well.. i- i.. i want you to stay with me while i’m a werewolf..”

“uh- are you sure??” y/n asked uncomfortably. remus nodded. y/n thought for a while. should she risk her life to help her best friend? she did promise him she would do anything… “sure.” y/n finally decided.

“really?” remus said. he hugged y/n “thank you y/n! thank you so much!! this means the world to me!!”

this hug was different. y/n and remus always hug, but this hug was not a normal hug. he was closing his eyes, smiling, his arms weren’t stiff and it just felt more - from the heart..

later on that evening, y/n got dressed into her pyjamas and went to the common room to check on james, sirius and peter, who were remus’ dorm mates but slept in the common room whenever it was a full moon.

“hey guys, how you doing?” y/n said, walking down the girls dormitory stairs and stopping at the doorway. they were playing uno and of course, peter had the most cards with sirius down to one card.

“we’re fine, aren’t you staying with remus for the night?” sirius said, still focused on the very professional game.

“yeah, wish me luck. i hope i don’t get eaten.” y/n said playfully, half joking and half truthful.

“if he does, i’m going to beat the crap out of him.” james said, overprotective for his younger sister

“james, i’ll be fine. since i’m sleeping in your dorm, can i sleep in your bed?” y/n asked. back at the potter manor, they switch rooms all the time.

“alright, sleep tight lil’ sis” james said, picking up 4 cards from the pick-up-pile since peter placed down a ‘plus 4’ card.

y/n walked up the boys dormitory stairs and around the corner to remus’ dorm. she checked a clock nearby. it was 8:47, thirteen minutes to lights out and thirteen minutes until remus turns into a werewolf. she knocked on the door. shirtless remus opened. Once y/n saw this, she immediately blushed.

“oh- uhm.. hi, remus” y/n said, staring at the floor to avoid the awkwardness.

remus noticed what made her feel uncomfortable. he quickly threw a shirt on.

“crepes. sorry about that… do come in..” remus said, embarrassed. remus never really swore, so she was used to him saying words instead of the real swear word. y/n walked into the dorm. she saw that they had moved james and peter’s beds against the wall to make space in the middle of the room.

“wow. so how much longer?” y/n turned around to face him

“well.. It’s 9:51, so nine more minutes.” remus said, checking an old, grandfather clock in the back of their dorm. remus took his shirt off again and saw y/n blushing.

“sorry. it’s the only way i don’t rip my shirts apart.” remus explained. she could hear the sincerity in his voice.

“it’s alright remmy.. are you sure you want me to stay?” y/n said sweetly

“yes please.. so when i turn into a werewolf, which is in.. four minutes, i’m gonna need you to hide behind sirius’ bed. and if i dont talk for five minutes, get out your wand and yell sectumsempra at me, okay?” remus inquired.

“sectumsempra? but doesn’t that injure people?” y/n wondered in worry

“injures people, not werewolves. if i haven’t talked five minutes after i turned into a werewolf, it means the transformation didn’t work well and- nevermind, if it happens, just do it.” remus said seriously. y/n nodded. while waiting, they just chilled together on remus’ bed talking about school and their friends.

tick.. tick.. tick.. the clock hit 9:00. remus was sitting in the middle of the room and y/n behind sirius’ bed, clutching her wand just in case. she watched as he turned into a werewolf, which was not glamorous. 2 minutes after he finished transforming, y/n was waiting for him to talk. she really did not wish to use the curse.

“y/n?” a deep voice said suddenly

“remmy? is that - you?” y/n wondered aloud, coming out from behind the bed

“yeah, i’m not going crazy like usual” remus’ new deep voice stated

“really? did you take anything?” y/n said, sitting on sirius’ dog hair bed.

“well, my aunt gave me this thing called a wolfsbane potion that’s supposed to not turn me into a werewolf.. but she said the first time i try it i should mix it with like- pumpkin juice or water or something…” remus explained

“well that helps..” y/n says

down in the common room, james, peter and sirius were still playing uno. sirius lay down on his sleeping bag expecting there to be a pillow but of course, reality is always different from your expectation.

“crap, i forgot my pillow. do you think i should go up and get my pillow?” sirius suggests.

“well, if the other gryffindor boys aren’t screaming then it’s probably safe.” peter teased.

sirius tip-toed up the stairs and quietly opened the dorm room door. he walked into the room, expecting to see a lot of damage in the room. but instead, everything looked normal. sirius scanned around the room for the grey wolf but it was nowhere in sight. sirius walked to his bed to grab his pillow and in the bed across from him, was remus in wolf form, laying on his bed. but he wasn’t alone. y/n was there too, they were in the ‘little spoon big spoon’ cuddling position with remus’ long, fluffy wolf tail wrapped around y/n’s legs tucking her in a sweet embrace. sirius was in complete shock. no one had ever seen remus in this state during a full moon transformation. sirius decided to shrug this feeling off, grabbed his pillow and walked back downstairs to the common room.

the beautiful, morning sun shone down on y/n, waking her up. she opened her eyes to see remus’ hard, shirtless and human chest. she looked up at remus’ face. he was already awake, reading a book. she was confused, she didn’t remember sleeping in remus’ bed. and especially with him.

“remmy?” y/n yawned

“morning y/n” remus whispered sweetly

“why am i in your bed?” she said, sitting up and leaning on the head board

“you said that you would sleep in james’ bed but it was full of his dirty laundry, sirius’ bed had a lot of dog hair and you just didn’t want to sleep in peter’s bed so i let you sleep in mine.” remus explained

“with you?”

“oh, i was sleeping on the floor but in the middle of the night i heard people talking so i got in bed too” remus said

“oh.. okay..”

“y’know, you’re really cute when you’re asleep” remus teased

“shut up! i probably snored all night!” y/n muttered

“you didn’t, you were really peaceful”

“whatever” y/n rolled her eyes, leaning on remus’ shoulder to see what he was reading. it was a book on the wolfsbane potion. “oh, that potion.”

“yeah, it really helped me last night. if i hadn’t taken it, you’d be dead by now” remus chuckled, half joking and half truthful. y/n laughed along too.

james, sirius and peter came walking into the dorm to put away their sleeping bags and pillows.

“had a good sleep?” sirius said, walking over to his bed. james stopped and stared as soon as he entered the doorway.

“why the f**k are you two in the same bed?” james snapped

“it’s not what it looks like, we’re best friends, james” y/n says, insulted by what her brother thought she was doing. she got out of remus’ bed and leaned against the bedpost. “plus, your bed smells horrible! smells worse than when i use the toilet after you at home!” y/n teased

“shut up!” james said, embarrassed. y/n and sirius laughed.

“so, hogsmeade weekend! you guys going?” peter asked, plopping himself down on his bed.

“of course! can’t pass up the chance to go buy lollies! probably even steal some too! you up for it pads?” james asked

“duh!” sirius playfully added

“well i better get dressed, meet in the common room?” y/n asked. the marauders nodded and waved y/n goodbye as she walked out of the dorm room.

after she got dressed, she waited in the common room along with lily and marlene. lily and marlene were fangirling over their halloween costumes while y/n was reading a book on potions. the marauders came walking down the stairs from the boys dormitories. the first thing she noticed was james and sirius, doing idiotic stuff like always, so she just rolled her eyes. behind them was remus, wearing his chaotic academia clothes like always. y/n got up and walked towards him.

“that sweater is adorable remmy!!” y/n exclaimed. remus slightly blushed.

“oh.. thanks y/n..” remus said, flustered.

“no worries! should we go now?” y/n suggested. remus nodded softly.

they arrived at hogsmeade, they could see the three broomsticks, zonkos joke shop and honeydukes were decorated ready for halloween. they saw james, sirius and peter run into the three broomsticks and lily and marlene ran into a new thrift store. it was just remus and y/n.

“where do you wanna go?” y/n asked remus

“there’s a new crystal shop i’d like to visit..” remus uttered softly

“okay!” y/n said sweetly, grabbing remus’ hand and gently jogging to the crystal shop he was talking about.

they stopped at a clean shop with a big sign above the entrance that said ‘crystal clear’. y/n knew how much remus liked crystals, especially sparkly ones. on holidays james would visit remus at his house and y/n would tag along. back at remus’ house, he has a whole display cabinet for his crystals. they walked into the store, still hand in hand. y/n looked at remus’ face, which was happier than she had seen in a while. he let go of her hand to look at some cat - shaped crystals. she could tell by the expression on his face that he was in awe. like the feeling when you walk into a shop where they have all the things you love. y/n herself was looking around at the crystals. she saw a wolf - shaped crystal. it was so pretty and it captured the beauty of a real wolf. it reminded her of remus, and the night she spent with him in his wolf form. a tingly feeling crossed her heart. she thought.. was this feeling.. love? no, it couldn’t be, he was her best friend. she went to the counter, where remus had 6 crystals laid on the counter.

“i can buy that for you if you want” remus said, digging through his pockets.

“oh.. it’s okay, you don’t need to” y/n smiled

“please? i owe you, you could have died last night.” remus pleaded. y/n placed the wolf - shaped crystal on the counter along with his crystals replying ‘finee’.

they were chilling under a tree, eating lollies from honeydukes, chatting and laughing together. gummies, lollipops, bertie bots every flavour beans, chocolate frogs, the list goes on and on.

“why did you get a wolf crystal?” remus suddenly questioned

“because it reminds me of my best friend” she half-lied. it did remind her of her best friend, but it also reminded her of her tiny crush on him. but she thought it was too cringy to say, and too risky as well. remus laughed.

“same reason i got this” remus chuckled, reaching into his hand-painted tote-bag and pulls out a pink, transparent heart crystal. “reminds me of you because you look really good in pink and your heart is nice and kind.. also because… i kinda like you..” remus’ face went pink. he stared at the ground to avoid embarrassment.

“remmy..” y/n breathed “i keep on trying to deny this feeling too..”

“y/n, we’re best friends, and we’re extremely close.. do you.. maybe wanna be my girlfriend?” remus asked shyly. y/n’s smile grew wide but didn’t want to be awkward. she quickly thought of how to say ‘yes’ without over - doing it.

“i’d love to be your girlfriend remmy!” she said, trying to contain her smile.

that starry night, the marauders all met in the three broomsticks to have some butterbeer or pumpkin juice together. remus and y/n decided not to tell them just yet, after all, they’d only been dating for a few hours. sirius and peter were laughing at embarrassed james who was drinking his butterbeer, ashamed of himself.

“hey! why are you laughing at james?” y/n asked

“he tried to ask lily out but got rejected in front of all her friends” sirius teased

“the poor guy, don’t laugh at him” remus said

“yeah guys! don’t laugh! it’s not funny!” james said, staring at the floor

“you guys are just jealous ‘cause you don’t have anyone to ask out” y/n snapped. sirius and peter stopped laughing.

“and what about you, still single always reading your stupid book in the corner of the common room every night” sirius replied back.

“at least i’m doing something useful, you probably just stay in your dorm isolating yourself from everyone else!” y/n teased. remus spoke up.

“plus, pads, she’s not single” remus proudly added

“oh yeah? who’s she dating then moony?” sirius said, not expecting an answer

“me”

that word caused silence around the table. y/n’s face went pink and she drank her butterbeer.

“really?” james said in a fangirling voice. remus nodded proudly.

“well.. i stand corrected, congrats guys” sirius muttered, embarrassed that he was wrong. he was used to being right all the time.

“oh shut up sirius, you’re just jealous because no one likes you” y/n bragged playfully. sirius rolled his eyes.

“whatever” he shrugged his shoulders.

#first fanfiction #remus x y/n #remus x reader #remus lupin #marauders era #marauders #james potter #sirius black #lily evans #peter pettigrew #regulus black #marauders fanfiction #y/n potter #werewolf #my sweet werewolf

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bts-hyperfixation · 9 months

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Is Three A Crowd

A NamjoonxF!ReaderxSeokjin fanfiction

Summer Madness 3/33 Namjoon arrives late to an after-party and finds that the girl he is crushing on has started flirting with another member in his absence. M/M/F threesome, Oral(both), Eifel tower

Another weekend, another after-party. Nothing new when you've been running the K-pop scene for as long as you have. You glance around the room, familiar faces wave at you as they pass but the people you were scanning for had yet to walk in.

You knew they were there, you'd interviewed them on the carpet before the event started and you'd been looking forward to catching up properly. BTS had been on tour for the last few events, and even the few before that, none of you had managed to cross paths.

You'd met the boys on the day they had debuted, also your debut. Your manager had sent you because everyone else had been busy and not many cared about the group then, more of an afterthought than the main event, no one had believed in them all that much after their company's previous flop. But you'd known from that first stage there was something special there. Ever since then, you've been the main port of call to interview the group because of the rapport you have steadily been building. Much to the envy of your co-workers much later down the line.

Finally, they walk into the event, welcome drinks in hand. Everyone except Namjoon that is. You can't say you aren't a little disappointed, even as their friend you had your bias. He was one of your closest friends and you'd be lying if you said he wasn't also your biggest crush.

Still, the other six members find you in the crowded space and summon you to join them at the reserved table waiting for them.

You slide into the booth next to Jin and take the drink Yoongi is passing across to you. They tell you about their latest shows and the pranks pulled by the maknae line in each of the hotels they had travelled to. You laugh and join in where possible but your eyes still glance around the room looking for their final member.

"Yah Y/N, I am worldwide handsome you know, most people would kill to be this close to me and you won't even look at me." Jin Jokes.

You look at him apologetically and then proceed to give him 110% of your attention in penance. You talk with just Jin for a short while as the other members filter out amongst the crowd to catch up with other guests at the party. At some point, your jokingly close attention turns into genuinely close attention. His arm snakes around the chair behind you; he leans in closer to hear you better as the crowd gets louder.

"I really have missed you Y/N," he says

The singer raises a hand to brush errant hair away from your face behind your ear. The heat in your cheeks no longer feels as if it's coming from the warmth of the room.

Jin's face is inching closer to yours and just as his lips brush over yours there is a cough from next to the table.

"Trust me Y/N, that look has never been followed by anything good." Namjoon comments disapprovingly.

The group's leader motions for the two of you to slide along the bench, despite there being nothing but room available on the other side of the table.

"How much have I missed?" He asks as if he hadn't interrupted anything.

"Nothing interesting." You shrug.

You watch as Namjoon's gaze goes from your eyes to Jin's hand still on your shoulder, and finally, to Jin. The older man mumbles about needing to find Hoseok and skulks away.

"I was looking for you," You say when you're alone.

"You were?" He seems surprised.

"Yeah, I missed you."

"Not as much as you missed Jin it would seem."

He sounds a little bitter.

"He was just joking around, flirting for fun. Perfectly harmless, like we usually do."

You gesture back and forth between the two of you but it doesn't seem to make Joon feel any better

"If I'd been even a minute later I doubt it would've remained harmless." His tongue popped in his cheek in that wonderfully attractive way it does when he is frustrated.

"Namjoon... Are you jealous?" You ask

"Wouldn't you be in my position?" He asks in return.

Neither of you wants to answer, so you don't. Not that you get the chance. Jungkook interrupts you both, dragging Namjoon with him to speak with some people on the opposite side of the room. You decide it best if you go and mingle with others to clear your head.

Much later in the night, as most of the guests begin to clear out you find Jin and Jimin sitting on the corner of the stage. You slide next to Jimin and insert yourself in their conversation, listening to them talk about their plans for the rest of the evening.

"Taehyungie and I are heading to Hongdae if you want to come Y/N?" Jimin offers.

"Or you can come with me Y/N," Jin says.

"I thought you were going home Hyung?" Jimin looks confused.

"I am," Jin responds winking at you.

"You are what Hyung?" Namjoon asks, appearing out of nowhere.

Jimin takes one look at Namjoon's face, pats Jin sympathetically on the back and wanders away.

"I am going home, hopefully with Y/N, seeing as you never made your move I figured it's my turn." The eldest shrugs, a challenge in his eyes as he addresses Namjoon

You struggle to keep up with what they're talking about. Surely Jin's proposition had been a joke, almost everything Jin said was a joke, and this shouldn't have been any different. But the tension between them was palpable.

Namjoon's jaw ticked and Jin looked triumphant. The leader glance between his hyung and you. Your head spinning from the attention whiplash. You'd assumed Namjoon was off the table as soon as they received their first number one... Not that you'd ever been brave enough to vie for his attention before then either.

The next thing you knew, Namjoon was pulling you into his arms. You barely have time to breathe before his lips are on yours. You kiss him back, a little unsure, but definitely happy to indulge while it lasts. You can feel Jin watching the two of you, but Namjoon doesn't seem to care.

His arms wrap around your waist, pushing you right up against his chest.

"Well, I guess there go my plans for the evening..." Jin sighs dramatically "Unless..."

"Hyung.. if you suggest what I think you're about to suggest to me I will punch you in that pretty little face," Namjoon says, his lips barely leaving yours.

"Oh come on Joonie, it'd be fun." The elder teases.

Namjoon finally pulls away just so he can roll his eyes at Jin, but he is only met with a mischievous grin. And you are left questioning what they are managing to talk about with you standing right there.

"Does either of you want to fill me in?" You ask breaking through the almost unbearable testosterone.

"Both of us it would seem," Jin says waggling his eyebrows.

"Don't be crude Jin." Namjoon scolds.

He winds his arm around your waist and pulls you against his side. The rapper leans close until his lips are pressed right up against your ear.

"Hyung seems to be suggesting that you might enjoy a threesome... with us."

Immediately your face is on fire; you stumble away from Namjoon and stare at the two of them. The animosity between the pair seems to have vanished in favour of light amusement, both sporting smirks as they take in your reaction. It would be a lie to say that having both of their attention on you has your stomach tying itself in knots.

You bite down on your lip, knowing that this is completely ludicrous. This isn't a situation that happens to people. And yet here it is, served to you on a silver platter, a threesome with Namjoon and Seokjin.

And then the next hour is a blur. A blur of gathering coats, calling a driver, kissing in the back seat. And then you are in Namjoon's living room. And your clothes are on the floor. And the boys are on their knees in front of you.

Namjoon's hand trails up your left leg as Jin's mirrors on the right. They each kiss along your thighs, biting softly as they go each leaving their own marks behind.

"So pretty," Namjoon comments

"I think you mean beautiful," Jin retorts.

As Namjoon's lips continue inwards towards your core, Jin's travel upwards.

His tongue laves across your hip, following your curves along and covering every inch of you he can reach without interfering with Namjoon.

Namjoon places both of his hands on your thighs and pulls them apart so he can place his face in between them. His tongue flicks out to play with your clit making you moan at the slight contact.

Jin takes your hand, seemingly eager to also show off the talent of his tongue. Not to be outdone, he drags one of your fingers between his teeth and sucks gently at first before swirling his tongue around.

"I can't get a good enough angle here," Namjoon complains.

"Then let's take this to the bedroom," Jin says.

The eldest stands and sweeps you into his arms carrying you through the apartment and dropping you onto the bed. He beats Namjoon in finding a way between your legs and attaches himself to your clit. His slender fingers play with your pussy as you both listen to Namjoon grumble about being replaced. It makes Jin chuckle, the vibrations doing wonderful things for you.

You groan as two of his fingers finally pump their way inside of you, curling to find the spot that he knows will make you cry out.

Unfortunately, that cry is promptly swallowed by a now-naked Namjoon as he lowers himself onto the bed next to you and takes your lips with his.

"Has anyone ever told you that you sound amazing when you're being pleasured?" Namjoon asks, no hints of humour in his tone.

"No."

"Well remind me to tell you every day."

The implications of every day and the feeling of Jin against your core has your head going too cloudy to respond. Namjoon doesn't seem to mind the lack of an answer. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear in between nibbling your ear. His hands roam across your chest playing with your nipples.

Your back arches from the delicious pain driving JIn's fingers deeper inside of you and pushing you over the edge into your first orgasm. Jin pulls away to wipe his mouth and Namjoon takes his opportunity to push him out of the way. The Eldest cries out dramatically to make sure Namjoon is aware of his indignation.

The rapper grabs a condom from his bedside and slides it on smoothly before Jin has a chance to recover.

"Ready?" He asks lining himself up to your entrance.

You nod and Namjoon pushes forward, bottoming out quickly with a groan despite the tight fit.

"So hot." He whines.

He buries his face next to your shoulder and indulges in the feeling of you around.

Jin clambers back onto the bed having shed his own clothes. He crawls to the headboard and pulls your head into his lap.

"Come on Joonie, get moving you're holding up the queue" He complains.

The younger man reaches out to hit him but does as he says anyway. He starts with shallow thrusts setting a pace to see how deep inside he can get.

Jin strokes your hair back off of your sweaty head, smoothing it down gently.

Namjoon's thrusts get rougher as he builds speed, you're suddenly very glad Jin is protecting your head from hitting the headboard as Namjoon piles into you.

"You look amazing like this Y/N. All spread out like a buffet." Jin coos.

Once again he takes your hand and brings it to his lips wrapping his tongue around each finger while keeping his eyes on yours.

"You feel amazing like this too," Namjoon comments through gritted teeth.

You turn your head to the side to avoid Jin's gaze and come face to face with his throbbing erection. You can't help yourself as you stick your tongue out to lick the part of the shaft you can reach.

"I bet your mouth feels amazing," Jin says, directing himself so you can reach more.

"Why don't we switch positions so you can find out?" You tease.

"You heard the woman Namjoon. Pull out for a second."

Again the younger man grumbles but he does as instructed and pulls out long enough to flip you over. He drives back inside of you harder, forcing you straight into Jin's abs. He makes it especially difficult for you to take Jin into your mouth, taking pleasure in creating the challenge for you.

The new angle has him hitting you in the best way, brushing up against your most sensitive spots with each drive.

Eventually, you manage to stand strong o your knees, pushing back against him in time to each motion making it possible for you to entertain Jin at the same time. You kitten-lick at his tip a few times, your hands on his thighs feeling the way he shivers under your touch. His hips buck into your awaiting mouth and you lower your head down as far as it will go, choking before you can swallow the final inch.

"I'm so close," Namjoon admits.

His thrusts are losing rhythm with each motion.

"Her mouth is so good Joonie." Jin groans

His fists curl into the sheets below him and it's clear he won't last as long as he might like. You snake a hand under your stomach and play with your own clit as you try to match your mouth's rhythm to the beat of Namjoon's hips.

You cum and squeeze tightly around Namjoon causing him to finish almost in tandem with you. Your blowjob becomes sloppy as you lose focus, but Jin seems to enjoy that all the more his toes curling and his jaw going slack as he cums down your throat.

Namjoon pulls out of you and helps you to lower yourself into Jin's lap so he can fetch a towel for all of you. Jin scoots down on the bed to bring himself level with yours, kissing the remains of himself from your lips before pulling a face at the salty taste.

"Can't wait to get a turn inside you next time," Jin whispers in your ear.

"What makes you think I'll let you be involved next time?" Namjoon questions raising an eyebrow "She's mine now."

"Don't you need to ask me out before you claim I'm yours?" You ask.

"I'd rather we didn't waste any more time after dancing around one another for over ten years..." He shrugs.

He settles down on the bed on the opposite side to Jin, once again pushing the older man away so he can gain better access to you. He kisses you deeply in a way that leaves no room for questioning whether or not you're now his.

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shy-lynn · 2 months

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Safe

(An RE4 remake Leon fanfiction)

cw: MDNI!, NSFW 18+, violence, gore, dark content, yandere

CHAPTER 4

I pull myself up from the couch, causing Leon’s arm to fall off of my shoulders.

It’s strange how much I trust this man that I barely know. I’ve always found it extremely difficult to trust anyone. How does this man have this kind of effect on me? Is it because he’s the first person to show me any resemblance of kindness for the first time in 9 months? I don’t know. But, what I do know is that I feel myself wanting to have a glass of wine. This time, I won’t let myself drink too much, but I need something to help this rattle in my bones. That last test that they did on me was horrible… It was excruciating. I can still feel it slightly in my body. I walk over to the wine shelf and try to remember which one Leon picked out the other night.

I think Leon must’ve noticed what I was thinking and quickly reached over my head to grab a bottle. It was black with a red label. He handed it to me, “Drinking tonight, huh?”

I nod my head and grab the bottle from him, “Yeah… I just…” Leon gave me a small smile and put his hand up to dismiss me.

“I understand why. I need a drink myself.” He says nonchalantly.

He grabs a whiskey bottle from the shelf and begins to pour himself a short glass of it. I gag at the smell of it, causing him to chuckle. He grabs the wine bottle back from my hand and pours me a glass of it.

“Do you ever drink anything besides whiskey?” I ask, the smell of it offending my nostrils.

Leon shrugged his shoulders before giving me a witty response, “Do you ever drink anything besides wine?” I giggle softly at what he said and grab the glass of wine from him.

I walk back over to the couch and sit down. I sip on the wine and feel it burn down my throat. I sigh deeply and place the glass on the coffee table. Leon sits next to me and gives me a look of concern, “Everything okay, (Y/n)?”

I shrug my shoulders, “I… don’t really know actually. I still feel that sensation in my bones. My body hurts so much. I’m also just really homesick now that I think about it.”

I frown and look down at my lap, trying my best to fight the tears from escaping my eyes.

Leon nods his head slowly and gets up to walk away. I see him walk upstairs and then return seconds later with the chocolate, “Here. Eat it. Maybe people are right about it helping them after that test. As for your homesickness… I don’t have much to offer. I’m sorry. But, let me know if there’s anything I can do to help. I want to make sure to not only keep you safe but to help you be more comfortable, alright? So, don’t be shy.”

Leon’s gentle words warms my heart and I nod my head and give him a small smile, “Thank you. I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me so far.”

Leon gently pats my shoulder and then says, “Here, I have an idea. How about I draw you a warm bath? How does that sound?”

I smile at his gesture, “Uh, sure. That sounds… nice.” I say, hoping that maybe the warmth of the bath might actually help settle my bones.

He nods his head and stands up, ascends the stairs to the bathroom that’s in my bedroom and turns the facet on. He feels the water and gets it to a good temperature and adds some of the bubble bath that he saw sitting near the tub. He grabs some candles and lights them, places them around the tub as well.

After the water gets to a decent level, he shuts the water off and goes back downstairs, giving me a thumbs up to signal that my bath is ready. I giggle softly and go upstairs. He follows me and stops at the door to the bathroom and stands there awkwardly. I stare at him for a bit wondering why he’s still standing there.

“Well, enjoy your bath. Just… let me know if you need anything.” Leon said.

Leon turns to walk away but I stop him by saying, “Wait…” He turns back around and looks at me, his eyebrow raised.

“Can you… stay?” I immediately widened my eyes, and what I said completely shocked me. I don’t know why I said that. Why did I say that?

“I’m sorry… I think I just don’t want to be alone. You don’t have to stay. I know how weird of a request this is… I don't even know why I said that…” I trail off.

Leon furrowed his eyebrows, his face turning thoughtful and then turning soft, “No, it’s okay. I’ll stay if you want me to. Whatever makes you comfortable, okay?”

I begin to feel nervous and seriously wonder why I asked him to stay. I just met this man 4 days ago… What was I thinking? Have I been so deprived from human affection that I’ve become this desperate?

I think Leon started to notice my unease, “How about I just wait here in your bedroom for you to be done. I think your brain is still not acting right,” he said, chuckling slightly.

I breathe out sharply before nodding my head, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into me tonight.”

He waves his hand and shakes his head before turning to go sit on my bed. I close the bathroom door and get undressed, getting into the warm, fragrant bath water. I sigh as the warmth covers my body.

I close my eyes, trying to forget what just happened moments ago. He probably thinks I’m such a weirdo. Being chained to a bed with little to no human interaction for 9 months will turn you into a desperate, touch-starved, weirdo. That’s for sure.

After maybe 20 minutes, I decided to get out of the bath. I stand up to get out, but the bubble bath causes me to slip and fall. A loud bang sounded where I hit the side of my face on the hard tub.

Leon must’ve heard the sound, because he began knocking on the door, “Hey, you okay?”

I grab the side of my face and wince. I grab the towel and wrap it around my body. I sit down quickly on the floor, the impact of my face hitting the tub causing me to see double. I close my eyes, continuing to touch the side of my face, distracted by the overwhelming dizziness, I don’t answer Leon which causes him to worry. This time he’s banging on the door, and then enters; I guess I left the bathroom door unlocked. Seeing me on the ground, clutching my face, he hurries over.

“Did you fall? Let me see.” Leon carefully moves my hand out of the way so that he can study the extent of the injury, “You’ll most definitely have a bruise in the morning.” Leon sighs and gives me a strict but concerned look, “You have to be more careful, sweetheart. Can’t let you keep getting hurt.”

There he goes again with the ‘sweetheart’. The way he says it, causes my heart to melt. Everything he does causes my heart to melt. Wait… What am I even saying?

“I’m sorry, the tub was slippery.” I say nervously.

Leon chuckled, “You’re apologizing for slipping? Man, that guy really did do you over.” He then extends his hand out to me to help me up. I grab his hand, allowing him to help me to my feet. He then leaves my room to allow me to get dressed. I take my time getting dressed as I feel myself not wanting to face Leon again for a while at least...

I keep saying and doing things and thinking things that are causing me to embarrass myself in front of him.

I open the bathroom door and see Leon sitting on my bed, waiting for me, “Everything okay in that pretty head of yours?” He asks.

I turn my head away from his gaze as I feel a blush start to imprint on my cheeks, “Sorry, I just… I’m making a fool out of myself big time tonight. I want to blame it on those tests, but… It might just be a ‘me’ problem.”

Leon lets out a chuckle and shakes his head, “It’s not a big deal, you know. I understand that you’ve been through a lot. It’s not abnormal for your brain to be foggy for a few days afterward. Just… try and relax. Nothing you say or do is going to scare me off. I’ve been assigned this task and I’m going to do everything in my power to help you, okay?”

I remember now that this is just another assignment to him. He’s getting paid for this. He’s getting paid to practically babysit me.

I think part of me wishes that any other agent got assigned to my case, but I know he was the only one available. He’s just so… attractive. Maybe that’s why I keep making a fool out of myself. God, what am I even thinking? I have to remember that he’s only here to do his job. There’s no way that he could like me even if I wanted him to. I'm pretty sure it wouldn’t be allowed.

How long do we have to stay at this safe house? And how long is my brain going to act like this? I can’t handle another day here if I keep thinking about Leon in this way… Fuck, what do I do?

#leon kennedy #resident evil 2 remake #resident evil 4 remake #smut #yandere leon kennedy #re4 remake #re4 #leon s kennedy #resident evil #fanfiction #fanfic #18+ content #18+ only #18+ blog

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rorywritesjunk · 3 months

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the buggy with a older sister reader was so cute . when i was reading i thought to my self what would buggy's reaction be if he finds out marco has a crush on his sister.

Disclaimer: So Imma be honest here, I'm still getting through One Piece and haven't seen Marco yet but I know who he is because of fanfiction and spending half my time on Tumblr.

Ok now that's out of the way.

So this would happen when Buggy is under age 15 because I imagine once he passes 15 he won't care what his sister gets up to because she's an adult at that point. So let's say he's 12, she's 17, this guy shows up and she's gonna look at him and think his head reminds her of a pineapple. She kind of just shrugs and Marco maybe tries to flirt with her.

Buggy's going to feel extra protective because one, his sister survived nearly dying two years prior. She's got scars now all over her body. And two, her nose is like Buggy's, y'know, and if Buggy had those scars as well as his nose he'd feel self conscious, but his sister doesn't.

And maybe that's why Marco gets a crush. Nothing really bothers her while living on the ship and he likes that in a woman. So he tries flirting, bringing her a snack when she's working, tries to use flowery words to say how beautiful she is, and she just figures he's had too much heat exposure or something because why is he comparing her hair to kelp, it's not the same color at all.

And here's Buggy, anytime they're alone he butts in, wanting to be there if his sister needs help lifting anything or moving boxes because y'know, Buggy is a lot stronger than his sister (he isn't tho) and has beat up suitors before (she hasn't had suitors before, the crush Shanks had on her when he was 11 doesn't count). And she's kind of oblivious to the whole thing while Marco wonders why this kid keeps butting in.

And when Marco finally says something to her, Buggy is right there, he heard this guy say he thinks his sister is beautiful and wonders if they could do some kind of date, and Buggy hates the idea because what if his sister falls in love and decides to leave him behind? And to Buggy's horror, his sister just shrugs and agrees to it. Now he's certain his sister is going to fall in love and leave him behind, which is the last thing he wants.

Except she doesn't. She goes on a date (onboard the ship because she doesn't care to get off the ship when they are at a port (that's a lie she's not allowed off the ship because she keeps rescuing cats and Rayleigh won't let her off the ship unsupervised)). It's fine. She doesn't really care. Marco talks to her and she kind of just eats her food, listening, but how is this different from just sitting with the crew and eating?

And maybe Buggy can't handle it and comes to join them. Marco really would rather he didn't, this is supposed to be a date between the two of them, no little brothers allowed, but you let Buggy sit between the two of you with his own plate and you ask Marco what he wants in life besides piracy, because you love animals and have been spending more time with Crocus learning how to take care of injuries and you wouldn't mind eventually settling down somewhere to help out animals.

But of course you had to make sure Buggy was okay, and you wouldn't be leaving until you knew your little brother would be fine without you. He was your responsibility and future suitors needed to know this. And Buggy looks at this guy, kind of smug, because hearing that assures him that his big sister won't go anywhere any time soon, and that pineapple headed guys have to understand who comes first when Buggy is involved.

#buggy the clown #not a fic #asks #buggy would be such a little shit #marco x reader #one piece marco #marco the phoenix #again im the youngest of four #and i didnt like change so when my oldest brothrr started dating i didnt like it lol #buggy's older sister #marco x sis #thistle x marco #buggy's older sister au

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eddiemunsonswhxre · 2 years

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gareth’s sister / eddie munson

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rating: 18+ (minors DNI)

one shot

cw: smut, female masturbation, vibrator, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, pet names (baby, sweetheart), bit of degradation, mention of breeding, dom!eddie

gareth makes the mistake of leaving eddie home alone with his sister who really wants to fuck him.

an: so i wrote this not ever considering what age gareth was so i'm just gonna tell you what i was imagining when i wrote it since this is fanfiction. basically i was imagining eddie as being twenty years old, but gareth being only like a year younger than him and you being freshly eighteen, so no, i am not writing twenty year old and fifteen year old smut. ick.

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eddie munson was at your house at least a couple days a week and it’s been that way since middle school. your oh so amazing older brother gareth just so happened to be one of his best friends. your house was also the designated corroded coffin practice place, so you were used to seeing the guys.

unlike the rest, eddie intrigued you. he wasn’t like any guy you’d ever met before that wasn’t your relation. gareth was a great guy, your parents raised him well so he knew how to respect women. most boys at hawkins high had not the slightest idea however. eddie though, eddie knew.

he was always offering his help to you whenever he was around. no matter if you were simply needing a hand as you climbed down your attic ladder or if you needed someone to watch the food while you went to the bathroom. eddie was a pure gentleman.

not to mention, he was also extremely attractive. you loved his style and how it wasn’t like everyone else’s, and you loved his hair. you liked that he kept it long in something other than a mullet. over the years, your crush on eddie munson grew and grew. as you laid in bed at night, waiting for sleep you would imagine scenarios like everyone does. but you’d think about eddie. maybe you just thought over your interaction with him that day, maybe you were imagining what going on a date with him would be like, and maybe, you were thinking about how he’d fuck you.

the last option happened a lot, and you always had to get yourself off to thoughts of him. you craved to know how his fingers would feel in place of your own but you weren’t going to risk it. you’d never told gareth about your crush; honestly you could see it both ways with him either supporting you or getting upset over it. that’s also why you’d never tried to pursue anything with eddie, along with the fact that you cherished the friendship you’d built with him over the years.

today though.. that might just have to change.

“y/n, i can’t find it anywhere,” gareth yells in annoyance from the living room. you huff, pushing yourself up from the island and marching towards his voice.

you round the corner into the living room, meeting your brothers eyes. “i swear to god if it’s in the couch,” you mutter, glaring at him and brushing past eddie as you make your way to the couch. gareth starts going on a tangent as you bend over, one hand holding the banana you were eating as the other digs between the couch cushions.

eddie smirks to himself, not being able to help himself from taking a particularly long look at your ass that looked just so good in those jean shorts. gareth hits him hard in the arm, causing eddie to wince and look to him. gareth gives him a warning glare and eddie just shrugs. “it’s not ther-,” gareth goes to retort.

you stand up, turning to him with the remote in your hand. “what? say that again?” you say, cocking your head to the side. gareth purses his lips and steps forward to take the remote from your hand.

“sorry,” he mutters and you just give him another unimpressed look. eddie watches the interaction, his eyes lingering on your lips as you took a bite of your banana.

you and gareth begin to bicker as per usual and eddie just rolls his eyes. this was so typical for the two of you. he snags the remote from gareth’s hand before making his way to the couch. his hands softly grab your hips causing your eyes to widen. gareth is babbling about you being a know it all as eddie steps behind you, his chest brushing your back and crotch passing against your ass. as soon as he’s there he’s gone, sitting himself down on the couch and turning on the tv.

finally, you and gareth quit your stupid argument and you head upstairs. “can you stop staring at my sister like that?” gareth grumbles as he sits down next to eddie.

“what? i think you’re seeing things, man,” eddie chuckles, playing the oblivious card.

you’re up in your room alone for fifteen minutes. you try reading but you give up when all your brain can think about is eddie. the places where his fingers rested on your hips burn as you think of just why he did that. why’d he touch you like that? why’d he brush himself against your ass? yeah, he wanted to get to the couch but he couldn’t go around? did he do it on purpose? did he want a reaction from you?

oh god this sucked. you can’t stop your mind from wandering and imagining his soft and careful touches across your entire body. your mind paints you a vivid picture of eddie holding your hips tightly as he rammed into you from behind. you closed your eyes as a shiver ran down your spin. you imagined how his cock would feel, stretching you apart as he hand you bent over the arm of the couch, pounding you while calling you a dirty slut. you felt a bit of arousal dampen your panties as you imagine the grunts leaving his lips as he used you to get off. “fuck,” you mumbled to yourself as you squeeze your thighs together.

you could hear the tv on downstairs meaning eddie and gareth were still watching some movie. ‘i shouldn’t do this’ you thought to yourself. but nonetheless you stood and walked to your stereo. you popped in a tape, turning it up just loud enough before getting back in your bed. “lord help me,” you mutter as you open your bedside table, grabbing your trusty red vibe and settling under your comforter. you slip off your jean shorts, leaning back against your pillows and pressing the button on your vibe.

your mouth falls open in pleasure as you press the vibrator to your clit over your panties. your eyes fall shut as you begin moving the vibrator in small circles, this time your mind imagining eddie’s head between your thighs.

eddie cursed gareth as he left the house. now he was all alone in his house with you. well, he wasn’t just going to sit in the living room and wait the hour for gareth to get back and be alone. he trudged up the stairs, thinking about what safe topics he could bring up while he tried to cure his boredom with you. he heard music coming from your room and he rolled his eyes. elvis presley? for real?

you jumped, eyes going wide when there was a knock at your door. immediately you switched the vibrator off, falling back from your orgasm. “y/n?” you heard eddie call from outside your door.

oh fuck. oh fuck. were you too loud? what did he want? “uh, yeah?” you called, frozen in fear.

“gareth left to go get everyone else and food and shit and i don’t really want to sit by myself. um… is it cool if i come in and hang out with you?” he asks over your music. your eyes widen, what the fuck?

you immediately shove your vibrator behind your mess of pillows. “uh, just a second,” you call, throwing the blankets off you and scrambling for your shorts. you stand up pulling them on, almost falling over as eddie plays with his rings on the other side of your door. you didn’t want to take too long because you didn’t want eddie to start to wonder what you were up to so the minute you zipped your shorts you flung open your door.

eddie’s eyes flew up to you and you let out a breath. he quirked a brow as he took in your appearance. your hair was dishelveled and frizzy, there was a bit of sweat on your forehead, and your breaths were a bit labored. “you okay?” he asks and you close your eyes as you try and contain yourself.

“yeah, was just uh… was just,” you look around your room trying to find something to inspire an excuse. your eyes fall on the pictures from one of your recitals when you were little. “dancing! i was uh, dancing, yeah,” you stutter and eddie just looks at you in further confusion. “um, just come in,” you say, stepping to the side. eddie does as told, walking in and flopping on your bed.

your pussy clenches around nothing as you scan him. his knees spread apart, leaning back on his hands as he looked up at you curiously. the handcuffed belt showing and the small natural bulge in his pants. fuck, he had to be huge. the fact that he was sitting in the same spot where you had just been trying so hard not to moan his name was doing things to you. “so uh, where’d gareth go?” you ask, sitting on the edge of your bed.

eddie tries to figure out your weird behavior, but he’s never been the best at putting pieces together. “he decided we’re gonna have a hellfire bonding night, really just wants to get drunk, so he left to go pick up all the guys and then get some snacks and pizza and well, booze,” he explains with a shrug.

you roll your eyes at that. “of course he wouldn’t think to inform me,” you huff, knowing you weren’t possibly going to be able to cum now.

eddie frowns at your annoyed expression. “you not want us here? i can tell him we should wait or something,” eddie says and you laugh him off.

“gareth doesn’t care if i want things to happen or not, he’s older so he gets to choose,” you say and eddie bites on the inside of his bottom lip. he sometimes forgets that gareth is the older sibling. you act older and yeah you’re only younger by a year but still. he guesses he forgot that you just turned 18 and not 20 like him.

eddie shakes his head at you. “that doesn’t seem too fair,” he says.

you look at him with raised brows. “eddie, it’s been like that forever. plus i have like no friends in comparison to gareth so i don’t really care when he does this shit. a warning would just be nice,” you say.

“hey, i’m your friend,” eddie says in mock offense, resting his palm on his chest. he’s successful in making you smile which causes his heart to flutter.

you shake your head at him fondly. “of course you are, have to be when you’re at my house so much,” you laugh, playing along.

eddie smirks at you. “would you believe it if i told you you’re my favorite part about coming here?” he says slyly and your stomach contracts at his tone. it was hot.

“now you’re a liar?” you gasp before giggling, hiding your arousal as best as you can.

eddie turns further to face you. “how could you say so? i am no such thing,” he says and you just shake your head. “no, seriously, we never get the chance to talk at school and even though you don’t play d&d and listen to elvis presley i still think you’re pretty cool,” he says and you feel your heart skip.

you look down, flustered and feeling slightly guilty. here eddie was being so sweet and kind to you and you had just been getting off to the thought of him doing sinful things to you. “well thanks, eddie. i think you’re pretty cool too,” you say, running your hand through your hair.

“your room is so much nicer than gareths,” he compliments, looking around.

you chuckle at that. “that’s because i know how to clean,” you point out.

“fair enough, but overall your room just seems better. shit maybe i’ll sleep in here instead from now on,” he jokes, pulling another flustered smile from you.

you rub your arm nervously as you shift in your seat, cringing when you feel your slick spreading further along your pussy. “gareth would throw a fit,” you respond.

eddie continues with his dramatics and flops back on your pillows. “even your bed is comfier, what the hell?” he mutters and then turns to the side. he was laying directly on the pillow you’d hidden your vibrator under. fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck. you try to think of something to say to make him sit up but then he’s situating himself, sticking his arm under the pillow to get comfortable. his fingers brush something and his brows thread together. “what is this?” he mutters to himself and your heart drops.

he wraps his fingers around the small bullet shaped object and pulls it out from under your pillow. you lunge at him, landing on top of him as you try and grab it. on instinct he holds it away from you and looks at it. you crawl off him and try to grab it but he successfully keeps it from you and your heart begins banging against your chest as your breathing quickens. he examines the object and his eyes widen. “oh…” he whispers, looking over to you shyly. you cover your face with your hands and eddie’s brain finally lets him solve the puzzle. “were you… when i…” he starts, still holding the vibrator in hand. he couldn’t deny he was turned on by the fact that you had one and definitely used it regularly.

“stop,” you mutter and eddie’s mouth falls agape.

before he walked in, you were laying here with the same object that was in his hands pressed against your clit. “f-fuck, okay,” he stutters, his eyes falling to the button of your shorts. “did you get to cum?” he asks, feeling a pit of arousal forming in his lower stomach.

you squeeze your eyes shut. this was so embarrassing. “no,” you mumble, refusing to open your eyes.

“shit, i’m sorry, i uh- shit,” eddie mumbles, pushing himself up. “do you wanna um, do you want to finish? i can leave,” he says, pointing his thumb to the door even though you weren’t looking at him.

you chuckle humorlessly. you slowly pull your hands from your face but continue to avoid looking in his direction. “well i can’t now, mood’s kind of been killed, you know?” you say nervously, picking at your skin.

eddie purses his lips, a million ideas flashing in his mind. he’d always questioned the lingering looks you’d give him, but he still didn’t know the answer. he thought it was possible you wanted him too. and if you did, he could take this so many ways. “i’m sorry,” he says again, watching you wave him off. he bites his lower lip. there’s no time like the present. “what if- totally tell me if i’m out of line here, but what if i… what if you let me get you off? let me make it up to you?” he suggests nervously and you feel your own heart stop.

“eddie…” you whisper, glancing up at him. and fuck why does he still have the vibrator between his slender fingers?

he bites his lip, shifting towards you. “i promise i can make you cum. hard,” he whispers back, scanning your body language. “if you let me,” he adds.

a nervous laugh bubbles out of your chest. eddie’s face falls as he feels the familiar pierce of rejection sting his heart. “i can’t believe this is happening right now,” you mutter, pulling your hair.

he gnaws on his lip, hovering close to you. “just say no, i won’t be offended,” he says and you look up at him finally.

you scan his face, and the slight desperation in his eyes gives you a tiny boost of confidence, just enough to utter a few words. “i thought you just made me a promise,” you mumble at eddie feels blood drain from his face and head straight to his dick. he lets out a low growl and pushes you back, climbing to straddle one of your legs as he pushes the button to turn your vibrator on again.

he teases it above where you need it just briefly before finding your clit and pressing it down. the sensation wasn’t as strong through two layers of fabric but the fact that it was eddie allowed you to mewl in pleasure. “is this what you were doing? hm?” he questions, watching you clamp your thighs together momentarily before letting them fall open.

you close your eyes, trying to process what the hell was happening. “n-no shorts,” you whisper, trying to hold back your moans. eddie wastes no time setting the vibrator to the side and hooking his fingers in the waistband of your shorts. he pops the button and then pulls them down without hesitation.

a groan leaves eddie’s lips as he sees your arousal soaking through your white cotton panties. “jesus, y/n, you get this soaked all the time?” he questions, pressing the device back to your clit. you gasp, pushing your hips towards the vibrator.

eddie refrained from touching you, not wanting to cross a line. his cock grew harder in his jeans as he watched you react to the vibrator. “mm-mhm,” you moan in response, swiveling your hips against the vibrator.

“ah shit,” eddie mutters, watching the wet patch darken a bit more near your entrance. “fuck, tell me what you thought about, tell me what was going through your head as you tried to make yourself cum,” he says, mesmerized by your body’s reaction.

your mind is clouded by arousal as you grab at your left breast. if you weren’t intoxicated on the feeling, you never would of told him. “you, oh yes, you,” you moan and eddie stops circling your clit with the vibrator. he looks up to you, shock written across his features.

“me?” he asks, turning the vibrator off.

you whine at the loss of stimulation but nod. “you, eddie,” you confirm.

eddie situates himself to hover further above you, his face hard with no emotion. it made you nervous until his hand rested on your hip, gripping it firmly. “what was i doing in your fantasies, sweet girl?” he asks, eyes hungry as they scanned you. you whimpered from embarrassment and went to cover your face. “ah-ah, tell me. tell me and maybe i’ll make them happen,” he coos, his dominant side completely settling in.

you looked at him, lip jutted out in a pout. he only looks at you expectantly. “you were, well, a couple things,” you admit nervously.

“say it,” he says, gripping your waist tighter.

you gulped before licking your bottom lip and looking into his eyes. “i was thinking about you… going down on me. and fucking me from behind,” you say, watching his eyes grow hungrier and hungrier.

he can’t resist any longer, and smashes his lips to yours. you let out a noise of surprise but let your eyes flutter shut. the kiss is messy; too much spit, tongues entangling, teeth crashing. but it’s so hot. eddie pulls away for a breath. “fuck, y/n, you don’t know how long i’ve been thinking about this,” he groans, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“eddie,” you whisper in order to get his full attention (as if you didn’t already have it). “please, touch me,” you beg and eddie grunts. his hand moves from having a grip on your hip, instead grabbing the hem of your shirt. you sit up in order to help him pull it off and his mouth waters when he sees your bare tits.

he pushes you back down, studying your body. “no bra?” he questions, cautiously reaching up to caress the skin underneath your tits. you shake your head no and eddie’s eyes close. he pushes off you, shuffling down the bed. “can i?” he asks, fingers teasing the waistband of your panties.

“please,” you breathe. eddie wastes no time slipping them off your legs and tossing them to the floor.

he pushes your legs up, having you plant your feet firmly on the bed. “i want to go slow with you… but i don’t think i can do that today,” he admits, his hot breath falling over your exposed pussy.

you shudder at the feeling. “next time?” you ask weakly.

eddie takes a moment to process. you wanted a next time? “yeah, baby, next time. gotta get going this time though, don’t know when the guys will get back, right?” he agrees, his tone falling into a more teasing one at the end. you whimper as he wraps his arms under your knees, gripping your upper thighs.

eddie places a few soft kisses to the insides of both of your thighs before he finally places one directly on your clit. you jolt at the sensation and eddie chuckles. “so reactive,” he mutters and then is running his tongue flat along your slit.

you gasp, head falling back as eddie laps at your pussy. he soon moves up to your clit, quickening his tongue as you let out a small moan. “yes, eddie, shit,” you moan, reaching down and entwining your fingers in his hair. his tongue swirls expert circles around your throbbing clit as one hand leaves your thigh. he uses his shoulders to spread your legs further. you don’t even notice the dull pain in your hips, especially when his middle finger begins pushing against and teasing your entrance. “please,” you moan brokenly, tugging his hair.

eddie moans against your pussy, eyes falling shut as you pull on his hair. he sinks his middle finger in, stroking your silky walls that clamp down on him. he thrusts it slowly in and out, burying his finger inside you until his ring was pressed against your entrance. his tongue works in tandem, soft tongue gliding against your sensitive bundle of nerves. he looks up at you, movements faltering as he makes eye contact with you. your mouth is dropped open, eyes looking like you’d just smoked staring back at him, and small moans keep leaving your lips as he works you up to your orgasm. “such a pretty pussy,” he mumbles against you, watching your eyes shut as a whine leaves your lips.

he wraps his slightly chapped lips around your clit as he pulls his finger from you. a gasp leaves your lips as he sucks your clit into his mouth. simultaneously, he dips his middle along with ring finger back into your dripping hole. he picks up the pace with his fingers as your tug on his hair. your head falls back as you feel the knot of your sweet release begin to tighten. “don’t stop, i’m gonna cum,” you whimper, grinding down onto his face. eddie follows your instruction, his mouth switching between feverishly licking at your clit and suckling on it. his fingers hammer in and out of you in time with his mouth.

he grabs your clit between his lips, shaking his head side to side and feeling you sharply tug his curls. “cum for me,” he grumbles before reattaching his mouth to you.

your toes curl as you feel the familiar pull between your hips. “eddieeee,” you moan, legs beginning to shake. the mixture of his actions plus the erotic sounds coming from your pussy cause your thighs to clamp around his head. “oh, eddie, eddie,” you cry, humping against his face as the knot snaps. he doesn’t let up on his work as you say his name over and over again, trembling from his touch.

when you finally loosen your grip and your body turns limp he pulls his fingers from you. he places a few gentle kisses to your clit before pulling back. “how was that?” he asks, moving back up to your level.

your chest is heaving as you try catching your breath. you look between his eyes before looking down at his lips. you gulped at the sight of them and his chin shiny with your slick. you grab the sides of his face, pulling him down and connecting your lips. you both groan into the kiss, your head going fuzzy at the taste of yourself on his tongue. you pull away, keeping his forehead against yours. “so good,” you breathed and he gave you a cocky smile.

“you gonna let me fuck you now? or do i have to wait?” he asks, using one hand to stroke your cheek.

you close your eyes, mentally willing yourself to be ready for this. “i’m not letting you leave without fucking me,” you admit, not opening your eyes until you finish your sentence.

a low growl leaves eddie’s throat as his eyes roll back. “goddamnit. give me your hand,” he says, holding his hand out. you place it in his and he leads you down to his crotch. “touch my dick, baby, feel that? fuck, feel how hard you make me?” you gasp as you feel how big he is, straining against his jeans. you give his cock an experimental squeeze, hearing him moan as you do so.

“fuck me, eddie, wanna feel you,” you beg, sliding your hand up and down his clothed length.

eddie pushes up and off the bed, pulling his shirt over his head. “s’okay if i fuck you like this? wanna see your face all close when you cum on my dick for the first time,” he asks, gesturing to you laying flat on your back as he unbuckles his belt.

you bite your lip, a fresh wave of arousal flooding your body. “yes, that’s more than okay,” you confirm, watching him slide his boxers down his legs. “oh shit,” you mumble, eyes widening as you take in his dick.

a chuckle leaves eddie’s lip at your sudden change in demeanor. “what’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asks, kicking his pants and boxers back.

you squeeze your legs together, the sight making eddie’s cock twitch, before looking back to him. “you’re just… bigger than i imagined you’d be,” you say and a sly smirk covers his face.

“and just how much time do you spend imagining shit like this?” he asks, putting a knee on the bed.

you purse your lips, watching his cock bob slightly with his movements and seeing his precum catch the light from your window. “well,” you sigh, looking back up to his eyes. “every time i touch myself,” you admit.

eddie grunts. “fuck, baby, you trying to feed my ego?” he asks, grabbing your thigh and pulling your legs apart. “do you have condoms?” he adds, thumb rubbing the inside of your thigh.

you nod, pushing yourself back and reaching towards your bedside table. “oh so you do, little slut are you?” he asks, following you up the bed. you blush at his words as you pull a condom from the box.

“do you think about me, eddie?” you ask innocently, batting your eyes as you tear open the packet. eddie watches closely as you sit up and reach for his cock.

a soft moan leaves his lips as you pump him a few times. “all the time, baby, all the time,” he sighs, closing his eyes as you slide the condom onto him with ease. once it’s fully on, he’s pushing you back on the bed and crawling above you.

you grab his shoulders as he looks down and grabs his dick. he guides it to your slick entrance and begins sliding it through your folds. “mm, tell me what you think about- oh, please,” you beg, gasping as he circles the head of his cock around your clit.

he places his tip to your entrance and looks up. “you ready? sure this is okay?” he asks, using all his resolve to keep him from slamming into you.

“yes, i want this, eddie,” you say, wrapping your legs around his waist to further push him into you.

he lets out a satisfied moan as he slowly sinks in, feeling your walls fluttering around him as you adjust. “good girl,” he drags, looking up to you. you whimper at his words, pushing your body further into his. “oh, you like that?” he coos teasingly and you only nod.

you grab his face without warning, pulling him into a kiss; for some reason you just needed the extra connection then. eddie doesn’t mind, humming happily into your mouth before the both of you moan as he bottoms out. you suck his bottom lip into your mouth as you feel his balls rest against your ass. he lets out a gasp as you roll his lip between your teeth, moving his own to bite down on your top lip. “fuck me,” you moan into his mouth and he can’t deny you.

he pulls his hips back, pulling his cock halfway out of you before pushing back in. you tangle your fingers into his curls, sliding your tongue into his mouth. eddie uses his tongue to glide across your own gently. his thrusts are slow, gently rocking your bodies as your kiss becomes more heated and your tongues fight for dominance. you tug on the hair at the nape of his neck causing him to thrust particularly harsh into you.

eddie disconnects himself from your lips, pulling back to look at you. he rests on his elbows, bringing one hand to stroke your hair back. you resituate, moving your arms under his to grip at his shoulder blades and back. “you wanna know what i think about?” he asks, thrusting into you.

“yes,” you moan, eyes closing as he begins rolling his hips against yours.

eddie bites his lower lip as he does so, your walls clenching hard around him. “sometimes, when i’m all alone at night,” he starts, huffing as a small moan passes your parted lips. “i fuck my fist and imagine it’s your sweet little pussy,” he says and you let out a louder moan, his words sending arousal through you. “i think about fucking you into my bed, hearing you scream my name as i make you cream around my cock, begging me for more,” he grunts, his thrusts picking up the pace.

“what else?” you breath, fixated on his face and the feeling of his dick.

he leans down, pressing his lips to yours again before resting his forehead on yours. “sometimes i imagine you gagging on me, but most of the time i’m thinking of every position and every place i could fuck you in. i like to think about taking you on the d&d table right before- mm oh fuck- right before hellfire. the risk of someone seeing me completely ruining you in a place where they all have to sit. fuck, i’d cum inside you and make you sit on my lap for the whole night, my cum slowly dripping out of you and ruining your panties,” he explains and you clench around him. “i knew you’d want that, fuck don’t you, sweetheart?” he teases, hips picking up the pace.

you nod, mouth watering at the thought. “yes, oh shit, eddie, harder,” you beg. eddie pushes himself up slightly and grabs onto one of your legs. he holds under one of your knees at pushes it to your chest. you both moan at the new angle, eddie hitting deeper than anyone had before.

eddie uses his other arm to hold himself up while he begins an unrelenting pace. “you’re so fucking dirty, baby. yeah, gonna cover you in my cum one day, mm take pictures to remind you just how dirty i can make you,” he moans, the sound of his balls hitting your ass echoing through your room and out into the open hallway.

“eddie,” you moan, one hand tangled in your sheets and the other gripping his arm that held him up.

eddie’s hair is sticking to his head as he looks between your face and where his cock disappears inside of you. “m’getting close. need you to touch that pretty clit for me, yeah?” he says, eyebrows furrowing as his breathing quickens, focusing on making you cum first.

you whine but move your hand tangled in the sheets to start rubbing uncoordinated circles on your swollen bundle. “that’s a good girl,” he groans, squeezing your leg in reassurance.

you shudder as you feel the knot tighten again, your walks squeezing him in tandem. “gonna cum,” you whine, quickening your pace on your clit.

eddie puts more of his weight into his hand and begins slamming into you with gritted teeth. “fucking cum for me, y/n. cum all over my dick, been dreaming about this, come on,” he encourages, his vision blurring as he holds back his orgasm. he blinks rapidly, wanting to watch you fall apart beneath him. “keep those eyes on me,” he heaves, feeling your walls stutter around him.

you do as told, staring into his eyes as the damn breaks. “eddie, fuck, fuck,” you scream out, staring into his eyes as your mouth falls into an o shape. your hips thrust down onto him sporadically as your legs twitch and your pussy holds him in a tight grip.

“gooood girl, fuck, y/n,” he groans loudly, slamming hard into you as his cock twitches. he falters, jaw falling slack as he keeps his eyes on you and spurts of cum fill the condom. he grunts, slamming into you a few more times as he finishes cumming.

he drops your leg, leaning down to pull you into a slower but more passionate kiss. you moan against his lips, hands wandering softly as you bask in the afterglow. he doesn’t remove himself from you, wishing he could stay in your pussy forever if it was realistic. you lazily make out until you whimper and pull back. “it hurts,” you mutter and eddie frowns.

he soothingly rubs your hip with his thumb and presses a short kiss to your lips. “sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbles against your lips, pulling out slowly which causes you both to wince. he pushes off the bed, removing the condom from his softening cock and tying it off before throwing it in your trash can.

“there’s towels in my closet,” you say weakly and he nods. he grabs one, wiping himself off before delicately doing the same to you.

he grabs his boxers, pulling them up before reaching for his jeans. you watch him sadly, not wanting him to go as you try and regain your strength. “so, how was that?” eddie asks with a bit of humor.

your lip gets caught between your teeth as your eyes glass over. maybe you shouldn’t have done this, you were too emotionally into him to just be a fuck buddy. “great,” you say, voice cracking. eddie looks over to you, taking in your state.

he zips his pants before coming and kneeling next to you. “what is it?” he asks, scanning your face and stroking your hair. you look away from him, rolling over and pushing yourself out of bed. “hey, come on now, talk to me,” eddie says in a worried tone. he just prayed this didn’t ruin everything. signs weren’t looking good when you already seemed to be regretting it.

you slowly walk to your dresser and pull out a new pair of panties. “i think this was a mistake,” you say and eddie feels his heart crack as he stands, watching you slip on your underwear.

“wh-what?” he stutters. you wipe at your eyes trying to be discreet as you grab a clean oversized shirt.

you push back your tears as you pull the shirt over your head. as soon as it’s down, eddie is behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his head on your shoulder. “eddie,” you whisper, avoiding his eyes in the mirror.

eddie just squeezes you. “please don’t tell me you regret this,” he begs quietly.

you just purse your lips for a moment. “it’s just, eddie i didn’t want to just fuck you…” you say, picking at your nails. “i-i have feelings for you,” you say and wait for eddie to freak out on you.

eddie pulls away from you, only to turn you around to face him. “i thought you were supposed to be smart,” he says quietly and you look up at him with furrowed brows. “i have feelings for you too, stupid,” he says and your eyes widen.

“o-oh,” you stutter and eddie laughs lightly. he leans down, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips as a confirmation.

he pulls back and nuzzles his nose against yours. “now, can i cuddle you until the guys get here? we’ve got like thirty minutes,” eddie asks, hands rubbing your back. you nod with a small smile and let him lead you back to your bed.

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inspired by this prompt;

Hi lovely was wondering if I could request something where Eddie is a friend of your brother who’s always around your house and one time your brother has to leave meaning your left with Eddie who you have a huge crush on I love your writing so much currently making my way through your master list ! ( @justpeachy46 )

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What Will It Be?

ao3

fanfiction

some art i drew for this fic. credit for the idea goes to berry kjjbhgf

wooooo :D this is my newest longest fic. very excited for this

prompt (way back from phic phight): Dash sees something he shouldn't have and ends up making a deal. @kinglazrus

Dash watches as the GIW kidnap Danny. They make a deal with him to keep him silent but he is wracked with guilt. What will it take for him to spill this secret?

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Dash walked into the front doors of the school. Today would be a good day. It was Thursday, which meant it was almost Friday, which meant it was almost the weekend. He just had to get through these next two days. He was looking forward to relaxing this weekend. He’d been so busy lately.

He looked up and down the hallway and smiled when he saw someone standing by their locker.

“Hey, Fentonowski!”

Dash strode over to where Danny and his friends stood by his locker.

Danny looked at him and rolled his eyes. “Dash.”

“What are you nerds up to?” Dash leaned forward to look inside Danny’s locker and only got a glimpse of a Fenton thermos sitting inside it before Danny shut the locker in his face.

“What?” Dash looked down at him. “Got secrets to hide in there or something?”

“Maybe I have a stash of pictures of every embarrassing thing you’ve ever done.” Danny smiled up at him.

“You better watch yourself, you’ll get what’s coming to you one of these days.”

Danny looked up at Dash with a glint in his eyes. “Oh yeah, what are you going to do?”

“Barf.” Sam faked a gag. “Get a room.”

Danny’s face turned red. “We don’t need a room, Sam. Why would we need a room?”

“You should see what your guy’s faces look like.” Sam rolled her eyes. “Maybe then you would finally believe me when I say-”

“Okay, well, bye Dash. We’re leaving for class!”

Dash watched as Danny pushed Sam away from him and Tucker snickered at their antics. Sam was still rolling her eyes but she finally turned around to walk beside Danny instead of being pushed along in front of him.

He turned and walked to his own locker. Normally he would go straight to his first class without stopping by his locker, but today he had two textbooks in his backpack and he did not want to be lugging them both all over the place.

“Boo!” Kwan appeared behind Dash, clapping his hands on his shoulders. Dash jumped and spun around and was ready to bolt before he realized it was Kwan.

“Hey! I almost thought you were a ghost!” Dash pulled Kwan into a headlock and gave him a couple noogies. “One of these days you’re gonna get punched by going around and saying boo to scare people.”

“Aw, come on. Most people aren’t scared much by it anyways.” Kwan smiled at him. “The only ghost that says boo is the box ghost and nobody’s afraid of him anymore.”

“Speak for yourself.” Dash shut his locker door. “You don’t have a bunch of funko pops that he’s always trying to take out of their boxes.”

Kwan turned and started walking toward their first class. “Oh no, what ever will your toys do without their boxes?”

Dash wildly gestured with his hands, shooting Kwan a look. “They’re not toys! They’re collectible figures and they’re not worth as much if they’re taken out of their boxes!”

Kwan laughed at him. “Okay, okay. You win.” He shot a look at Dash. “Have you told him yet?”

“What?” Dash gave him a confused look.

“Danny.”

“Oh.” Dash shook his head. “No. I think Manson has been trying to tell him herself but he doesn’t want to hear it.” Dash frowned. “It makes me wonder if I should even tell him. If he doesn’t want to hear it from her, why would he want to hear it from me?”

Kwan shrugged. “I don’t know. You’re the one with the feelings. It’ll probably mean more coming from the person who has the feelings.”

“I guess.” Dash sighed. “What if he doesn’t feel the same way though?”

“Then you at least told him. You’ll never know if you never say anything. Besides, I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Everyone sees the way he looks at you. It’s only a matter of time. People have bets going around on how long it’ll take you guys to confess to each other.”

“What? Who?”

Kwan made a zipping motion over his mouth. “I’m sworn to secrecy.”

Dash snorted. “Yeah, okay. I’m now led to believe you’re the one running everything then.”

“What? No! It’s Tucker!”

“Of course it is.” Dash rolled his eyes. “Why is there a betting pool anyways?”

“The same reason there was a betting pool when Sam and Danny had goo goo eyes for each other. It’s funny.”

“It’s not so funny when you’re on the other end of it.” Dash grumbled, hunching his shoulders up towards his ears.

“Lighten up, man.” Kwan clapped him on the back. “Everything’ll work out, you’ll see.”

They stopped in front of Dash’s classroom. “I hope you’re right.”

“I know I am.” Kwan nudged Dash’s shoulder. He nudged Kwan back and then headed into their classroom.

Maybe it would be easier if he just never said anything about his feelings to Danny. What did it matter if his heart swelled at just the thought of him? He could go his whole life without saying anything.

He sat down right as the bell rang and Mr. Lancer cleared his throat.

“Today we’ll be starting our unit on Shakepearean dramas. Shakespeare has many well known plays, such as Romeo and Juliet and Macbeth. These are both tragedies.”

Paulina raised her hand. “What’s a tragedy?”

“A tragedy is a play that deals with tragic events, such as suffering, catastrophes, or death. They have unhappy endings and they follow the downfall of the main character.”

Lancer turned to face the chalkboard and started writing the definition on it.

He remembered when they went over Romeo and Juliet as freshmen. It was a love story doomed to fail. Two kids from rival families that fell in love. They’d rather be dead than be without the other.

Dash just had to pray he wasn’t living in a tragedy. That his love wasn’t doomed to fail.

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Back To You (Din x Reader) - Part 3

A/N: I had planned on getting all the way to Mos Pelgo, but we didn’t. We’re exploring feelings, and getting some back story between these two. I hope you enjoy it!

(This takes place right where the other one left off and goes right to the first part of episode 2x1/9, The Marshal.)

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one.

Word count: 5,017

As always, thanks to @grippingbeskar for encouraging me, looking over this for me, and being the one to introduce me to Din fanfiction in the first place, getting me hooked. You are fantastic and I always love our chats.

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Xxx

You’d heard of Tatooine, but never been there.

Working in a cantina on a planet that was an intergalactic hub let you see all kinds of people, with vast experiences and knowledge to pass along. True, a lot of it seemed like tall tales spun by drunken lips, which admittedly a large portion of it was, but you still learned a thing or two between glasses of spotchka and embellishments.

If you ever had any questions, you asked Din. He had been almost everywhere, as far as you could tell, and though he always ordered a drink, he never drank it, slipping it instead across the bar to you when no one was looking.

At first you blamed the helmet, and you told him as much. To which he shrugged and responded that he just wanted to keep his wits about him, in case anyone tried anything. You’d always assumed he meant a drunken brawl, or if a patron got too handsy, but after the last few days, you were beginning to understand a little better.

Din would keep you company at the bar, holding it up with all that beskar. He rarely ever sat, but then again, neither did you, as you worked behind the counter. He never really talked about his work, but he talked about where he had been, what he had seen, and it fascinated you. He basically got paid to travel and see the galaxy, and a small part of you envied him for that.

He brought you trinkets after the first few visits, just small little things he thought you’d like, and he nailed it every time. Anyone who came to your apartment would have thought you were extremely well traveled, with this and that from the Outer Rim, and these from Naboo, oh, and that one thing from Corellia.

You smiled fondly as you thought back on all the moments, sitting in the copilot seat to Din’s left in the cockpit of the Razor Crest. Despite Tatooine’s not so great reputation, you weren’t worried at all, because you knew you were going with someone who knew what they were doing. If it had been anyone else, you had no doubt, you’d be out of your mind with anxiety.

The kid sat in the chair to your right, warbling on about something he wanted desperately, hand reaching out and you felt a surge before a small metal ball on top of one of the levers began to unscrew. You watched in silence, eyes wide, biting your lip to not start laughing.

Suddenly the ball flew into his grip with a cry of triumph, making Din jump slightly in surprise, and mutter a curse under his breath.

Turning to glare at the kid, he glanced over to you before starting to turn back, doing a double take. His visor leveled on you, you couldn’t help the smile anymore.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, voice almost annoyed, but the sigh that followed showed he was resigned to the situation.

“Nothing. I’m just thinking about how I never left Coruscant, and now in a matter of just a few days, I’ve already been to several new planets. I’m happy.”

“I don’t know that I’ve ever known someone to be happy to see Tatooine,” he muttered dryly, making you chuckle.

“I’m happy to see anywhere. I’ve lived vicariously through you for years, now I get to put my feet on the ground somewhere instead of just pretending.”

“Well, just stay close to me. So long as you do that, you should have nothing to worry about.” He began to spin back to the front, pausing and turning his head back to face you when you spoke again.

“I’m not worried. As long as you’re here, I’m not worried.”

He stared at you in silence for a long moment. Nothing changed in his posture, not the tilt of a helmet, the twitch of a finger, nothing. And you found yourself wishing for the first time you could just see his face. Was he smiling? Staring? Did you have something on your face?

Finally the moment passed, and he turned back to fully face the front, reaching out to flick a switch as you saw the planet looming through the viewport.

Xxx

You dropped the last few feet of the ladder, landing firmly in the hull. Turning, you almost ran into Din, causing you to stumble back a little bit. He reached out a hand to stabilize you, and you looked at it briefly as it sat on your shoulder. You were so used to him being across a barrier from you that all of this contact stirred up something new in you. It was a feeling you couldn’t quite place, but you knew you wanted more of it.

Glancing down as you cleared your throat, you saw the kid in his satchel, babbling away excitedly. “Well, someone looks happy to see Tatooine,” you said, poking fun at what Din had said earlier.

He let out a soft snort of laughter. “He’s just happy to see a friend.”

The ramp began to lower, and you turned to brace against the wall of heat that rushed in to fill the space.

“I could have done without that,” you muttered, pushing your sleeves up to your elbows.

Din leaned in close to your ear, a snarky voice popping through the modulator. “Welcome to Mos Eisley.”

Following a few paces behind him, you turned from glaring at the back of his helmet to taking in the hanger, seeing a lot of beige, brightness, and parts everywhere. A shorter woman with curls that stuck out in a way that almost made her look crazy but also somehow made her endearing was calling out to some small little pit droids to leave the ship alone.

“You know he doesn’t like droids.”

You raised your eyebrow at him. This was new info.

“May as well let them have at it. The Crest needs a good once over.”

You let out a snort of laughter, hanging your head to examine the ramp when he turned his visor slowly to glare at you, tilted just to the side. You scuffed your shoe just to have something to do.

The tiny woman saved you, drawing his attention back with, “I guess a lot has changed since you were last in Mos E- Oh! Thank the Force!” She let out a cry of glee when Din turned to let her see the satchel, the kid giggling at the sight of his friend as she reached for him. Din helped her get him out of the bag, stepping back to your side where you stood at the base of the ramp looking on with a smile. “Come here, you little womp rat!”

Looking back up at the Mandalorian with a grin you decided you could trust, she turned her gaze onto you, her eyes sparkling playfully, and you were reminded of the child in her arms. No wonder they got along so well. “And who might this be?”

“This is my…. Friend, from Coruscant,” Din said, introducing you.

The woman offered her hand, which you took and shook firmly, returning her smile. “Your friend, eh?”

You chuckled. “Yes, he actually does have one.”

Din cleared his throat, gesturing to you as he went on. “There was an…. Incident, and we had to get her off planet for now.”

You looked up to the side of his helmet, noticing how he wouldn’t look at you, and smirked. Incident. He must really like that word.

“Well, any friend of Mando’s is a friend of mine. Name’s Peli. Ever need anything, just ask.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I’ve been tasked with returning him to his kind-”

“I meant her, she could ask. You, we need conditions for.”

Din groaned and spoke on a sigh. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You walked around the hanger while they continued to discuss business, looking at maps and going over details. Hands held behind your back you ambled aimlessly, looking at the various tables and other surfaces covered in various parts for all sorts of things, from household stuff to large ship parts.

You didn’t really know what most of it did, but you knew a thing or two from a mechanic who came into the bar once a week and after a drink or several began to grumble about his customers, complaining about their lack of knowledge. You’d roll your eyes as you turned away to refill his cup, but some of what he said had sunk in, locked away for when necessary.

A hand on your forearm startled you, making you spin around and step back slightly from the source.

“Sorry,” Din said quietly. “We’re going to have to leave the ship here and go by speeder to Mos Pelgo. I assume you don’t know how to drive one?”

You tilted your head back, looking down your nose at him. “That’s presumptuous of you. I grew up on Coruscant. You have to have transport most anywhere.”

“So no?” Din asked after a moment.

“No,” you mumbled, looking over to the droids working on his ship.

“Then I’ll teach you.”

“What?” Your eyes snapped up to his visor, lips a tight line.

He shrugged. “It’s easy. There’s plenty of room, just sit in front of me, I’ll do the shifting and driving for a while, then when we’re out in the desert, away from people and things you can hit, you can try it.”

“Oh, how kind of you to offer,” you said sarcastically, earning a chuckle. “You know, if this goes poorly, and we’re way out there, there’s no one to hear you scream.”

“Is that a threat?” He said playfully, visor tilting to the side as his hands went to rest on his belt.

“You’ll find out,” you drawled, walking towards the speeder.

Climbing onto the bike, you instantly were smooshed forward when he climbed in behind you. You slowly looked over your shoulder at him, eyes narrowed. “Plenty of room, huh?”

“Yeah, for me.”

Rolling your eyes, you turned to face forward, trying to ignore the buzzing sensation from his laugh at your back, the sound leaving his chest and bouncing around what felt like your bones. You blamed it on the beskar, some weird resonance, frequency, or something. But you couldn’t fight the smile it brought to your face, or the shiver that ran down your spine when he leaned forward beside your ear and said just above a whisper, “Hold on.”

Xxx

He drove the first third of the way, and while you really tried, you didn’t pay much attention.

Peli had tossed a pair of goggles to you right before Din sped off, and you had scrambled to get them on before he hit the accelerator. You’d felt him tense up behind you as he adjusted a few controls, and as soon as the goggles were situated, he relaxed and almost molded around you before the world started flying by in streaks of color. It was almost like hyperspace, but brighter, warmer, and little flecks of sand pelted your skin occasionally. Sounds whizzed by you before you could focus on them, mixing into a ruckus underscore to the roaring of the speeder engine.

The further away from town you got, the cleaner the air smelled, and you found yourself taking deep, long breaths, relishing in the feeling you could never achieve back home. Every deep breath pressed your back more firmly into his chest, and you expected some remark from him, but you received none. If anything, he shifted backwards a little bit before pulling you back to rest against his chest again, giving you just an inch or so more breathing room.

After the first stint, he had you put your hands in the proper places on the handles, just to get the feel, and gently placed his over yours to help press the proper buttons and turn the proper gears. You tried to absorb it, you really did, but between the fresh air, the never ending fields of just sand and space instead of congestion and traffic, not to mention his hands over yours stirring up a new sensation you couldn’t put a name to, your mind wasn’t wanting to focus. Well, it was, but not on learning how to drive a speeder.

You glanced over your shoulder to look at the kid in his satchel on the back, his head poking out, ears flapping in the wind and a broad smile on his face.

Glancing to Din, you almost had to look away, the suns glinting off his armor making you squint.

Reaching up one hand, he put a finger on the side of your chin and pushed gently, turning you back to face forward. “Rule number one, always watch where you are going.”

Your eyes darted down to watch his hand come back to cover yours on the handle once again. I’m watching.

Xxx

The suns were setting as you pulled the speeder into a sweeping stop, the child squealing with delight along the long curve, giggling once the movement came to a jerking halt.

You ginned, looking back at Din to see his shoulders rise and fall as he let out a heavy sigh. “It’s a start,” he said finally. He looked back at the kid who had started babbling about something, and you took the moment to just look at him. The twin suns cast brilliant colors on his beskar, his armor reflecting them back with as much luster as it could offer. Light purples, pinks, oranges, and even a little red fading into the deep blue night sky above, sparkling with stars as they began to appear. He was a mirror of his surroundings, and it was no wonder to you that he was so good at what he did, sneaking into places unseen like a shadow.

“You’re alive, aren’t you?” You teased, watching as he turned back to face you again.

“That’s true,” he said thoughtfully, making you snicker.

“The kid is hungry,” he went on to say, his hands leaving yours where they had lingered on the handle bars, before they landed on your hips briefly, and he swung one leg over, jumping off the speeder fully.

You instantly missed his warmth, his calming presence at your back, and leaned forward slightly, away from the cool night air licking at your now exposed back.

“We can make camp here. I’ll get a fire started, then we can eat. After that….” he let out a heavy breath as he hefted a large bag of supplies off the speeder, setting it on the ground before he turned back to face you. “After that, I’m teaching you how to shoot.”

Xxx

“Now, just aim…. Like this….” Din spoke calmly, demonstrating slowly before pulling the trigger, a bolt of light leaving the blaster and sending the empty ration pack from dinner flying off the large rock. You weren’t sure of the distance, but you were sure it didn’t matter to him, he’d hit it regardless. “There. Now you try.”

“I don’t know about this,” you mumbled, shaking your head, looking down to your feet as you walked to where Din was. Bringing your gaze up, you narrowed your eyebrows, looking over at the kid where he stood atop another large rock just to your side. Darting your eyes to the target then back to him, you raised your eyebrows in question, and he tilted his head to express his own. Subtly nodding your head that way for emphasis, the kid looked down range at the targets, then back to you, eyes squinting playfully. You smirked.

Taking aim, you took in a deep breath, letting it out as you quietly said, “Just aim…. And….” Pulling the trigger, you missed the pack splendidly, sand shooting up way past the target where the bolt landed, and Din sighed, stopping short when the pack suddenly flew up and over out of nowhere.

Cocking his head to the side as he stared down range, you turned wide eyes to the kid, slowly shaking your head no to his squeaked ‘eh?’.

“You used the kid?” His voice was incredulous, even through the modulator, his head turning your way in disbelief.

You shrugged. “He helped me out at the fight yesterday, helped me listen in for a little bit. We’re basically partners now….”

“Partners in crime,” Din said sarcastically, hands going to his hips. “Do it again,” he gestured you forward, leaning around you to look pointedly at the kid. “Alone this time.”

“What good is a wizard baby if you can’t….” You could feel the tilt he leveled on you. “Fine, fine. I’m only joking, anyway.” You held up the blaster to aim before muttering, “Kind of.” Closing one eye, you aimed, and pulled, watching the bolt whiz right by a packet, close enough it wiggled. “Ah-ha!” You cried in triumph, turning to look at Din. “I did that while you were looking at me like that.” You nodded toward his still tilted helmet. “I think that’s practically the same as a bullseye.”

“Think again,” he muttered. “Try it one more time, then we’ll take a break.”

Determined, you took aim again, firing, only to miss spectacularly, and hit a rock several feet away from the target.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said, hand rubbing the forehead of his helmet in exasperation, “but let’s stop and think for a minute.” Walking over to the kid, his armor jingling with each step, he scooped him up in his arms, setting him down once he was closer to the fire, before he sat down himself.

Lowering yourself next to him, a few inches between you, you crossed your legs, leaning back on your palms as you stared at the fire.

“How did you train your abilities if the temple burned down?”

You turned your head to look at him, his question catching you off guard. He stayed staring straight ahead at the fire, one leg bent, his elbow resting on it comfortably. The flames reflected in his armor as they danced lazily.

Looking back to the fire, you took a deep breath before answering. “It’s like a muscle. You have to use it to grow, to get stronger. Once I knew what it was, we had to keep quiet because the Empire wanted all Force sensitive people, I’m not sure for what, but I didn’t want to find out.” You saw Din turn his visor your way in your peripherals. “It started with just reading everything I could get my hands on. The temple used to be there and Coruscant has a black market like you wouldn’t believe, so that wasn’t too hard. It’s mindfulness, really.”

You brought your knee up to rest your arm on, mirroring his position as you continued to stare at the fire. “Then, since I was on my own with it, just…. Using it. Small things. Amusing things. Helpful things.”

“Like what?” He seemed genuinely interested, not just moving the conversation along.

“Amusing like…. Tripping the kid who bullied me in school. Helpful like…. Lifting all the chopped vegetables into the pot while I’m doing something else at the same time. Stuff like that. Little things.”

Putting the palm of your hand not resting on your leg flat on the sand, you looked down at it, focusing. You felt the vibrations under the sand of creatures moving deep below the surface. The push and pull of gravity humming along your fingers. The slow rotation of the planet buzzing all around. And with a small smile, you channeled that all into one thing, making grains of sand slowly rise all around the three of you. They sparkled like stars in the firelight, the glow catching them just so.

The kid cooed, and Din took a sharp breath in, his arm jerking back from his knee, his leg slowly lowering to the ground as his head tilted back to look around at the particles.

Sending a swirl the kid’s way, you sent the sand around him circling, spiraling like a galaxy, making him giggle and squint his eyes as he pulled his arms tight like it tickled. Pulling the grains away from him, they assembled together into a mirror image of his face, hovering in front of him. He reached out to touch them with a squeal, and as soon as one claw poked the collection, they shot apart again, moving in a line to swirl around Din’s helmet in a spiral before you let them all fall back to the ground silently.

His helmet turned to face you, and you wanted to think you could read disbelief in his body language. It was almost just shock. But you just smiled while he processed and said, “Stuff like that.”

When silence hung between you for too long, you decided to ask something you had wondered for a while.

“Din, can I ask you a question? It’s going to seem so random, but I have wondered for a long time, and-”

“What is it?” His voice was quiet, kind.

“Why did you even first come into the cantina?”

“What do you mean?” He hesitated a little bit before asking.

“I mean, you never drink anything you buy. At first I blamed your helmet, then you said you wanted to ‘keep your wits about you’, but regardless, why did you even come into a cantina in the first place?”

You stared at the fire with wide eyes, lips drawn in a tight line. You hadn’t meant to ramble, it just came out. You were about to change the subject, tell him to forget it, when he answered plainly.

“I had a meeting.”

“Oh.” You don’t know what you were expecting. It was a perfectly valid answer. Maybe it was just the simplicity of it that caught you off guard, how something so simple had set off a chance meeting of a Mandalorian you’d come to call your friend.

“A contact who knew about a bounty wanted to meet there. They ended up never showing up.” He grunted a bit in frustration. “I ordered the drink for them to try and get on their good side. When it wasn’t going to get drunk, I slid it over to you. I didn’t want to waste it. I was about to leave, but then you said something….” He tilted his head to the side just slightly, as if searching the campsite before him for the answer. “I can’t even remember now, it was so long ago, I just remember you smiled at me, and it was the first time in a while anyone had done anything like that towards me. And I liked it.” He turned his head to look at you, and you could feel the weight of his gaze even through the visor. Once again you hoped you were meeting his eyes with your own, but after a few seconds they dropped back to the fire, unable to hold his stare.

It was the most words you think he had ever said at one time.

“So I stayed.” He turned back to look at the fire like you were, adjusting in his seat so subtly, you almost didn’t notice when he stilled again and was several inches closer to you, leaving only a sliver of space between you. “And I came back.”

“And you came back,” you whispered, feeling a smile tug up your lips. You leaned over and bumped your shoulder into his gently, righting yourself, but staying up against him instead of returning the small space left.

“And the drink, that was just…. Yeah, that was the helmet.” You both laughed softly. “So I would just give it back to you.”

“I figured as much,” you smirked. “Well, I hope one day we’re able to share a drink together. I refuse to let a helmet stand in the way of you getting to enjoy life. So we need to figure something out.” You placed a hand on his forearm, giving it a pat before returning it to your lap.

“We’ll see, cyar'ika,” he said with a chuckle, gently shaking his head. Standing up, he held out his hand for you. “Come on. I want to try something.”

Taking his hand, you stood up, following close behind him.

“I want you to focus like when you did the thing with the sand when you shoot.”

“I don’t know, it takes a lot of concentration, and I haven’t been keeping up with it lately. It can be very draining, as I’m sure you’ve seen with the kid.”

“Just try. For me?” His voice was quiet, and you knew why. He wanted you to be safe. This was his way of helping that process along. “Here, I’ve got you. If it’s too much, I’m right here.” He walked the few steps to stand behind you, chest against your back like before on the speeder. “I’ll catch you.”

Swallowing roughly, you nodded, lifting your arms to aim, stilling when his hands came to rest on your shoulders. “Relax,” he spoke softly by your ear. “You’re too tense, it’ll skew the shot.” His gloved hands slowly slid down your arms, coming to rest around your hands, mirroring your stance exactly. “Breathe.”

“Okay, you try learning to shoot, use the Force, and have your personal space invaded all at the same time and you breathe,” you snarked quietly.

His hands pulled away from you slightly. “Okay. Sorry. I’ll step back.”

“No, no,” you immediately stopped him, stammering, “that’s not what I said.” You licked your lips, adjusting your feet a bit into a stronger stance. “I’m just…. I’m trying.”

His hands came back and you not only heard his low chuckle, but felt it buzzing out of his chest and into you.

The warmth of his embrace helped you focus. He wrapped around you like a blanket, shielding you from everything else. His hands held onto yours just tightly enough to know he was there, and just lightly enough to be maddeningly not enough. You felt the Force flowing through the sand, up through him, and into you. Glancing to the side you saw the child once again up on his rock, watching, his eyes sparkling with mischief, making your lips tilt up in a smirk. Looking back at the targets you relaxed your shoulders down, letting out the tension on a sigh.

The coolness of his beskar was a stark contrast to the rest of him, the rigidity pressing into your spine as everything else molded to you like it was made to.

“Keep both eyes open, and when you’re ready, just pull the trigger.”

His voice was low and steady at your back, calming even. Each word created a vibration that betrayed the processed sound of the modulator, and seemed to bounce around inside you like an echo. It made you feel grounded, safe…. It was the same feeling you got whenever he walked back into your cantina. Or when you’d sit with a cup of tea and stare at the painting he gave you. It felt a lot like coming home.

Aiming at the farthest empty ration pack, you took a deep breath in, let it out, stared down the packet and-

It flew into the air, spinning end over end before landing on the sand with a plop.

You smiled the biggest smile you think you’ve ever had on your face, Din let out a laugh in triumph, and the kid squeaked happily from atop his rock as he looked on.

You turned your head to look at him over your shoulder, voice quiet, but excited. “I did it.”

“I knew you could.” His tone was proud and sounded like he was smiling, too.

You stared at him for a minute, grin turning mischievous. “One more time?”

He laughed softly, gently shaking his head at you playfully as he held you close once again, his visor turned not down the range at the target, but looking at you.

Hitting another packet straight on, you looked up at him again and smiled, finding him already looking down at you. His thumbs began to trace your knuckles, almost absentmindedly, and you wanted to lean into the feeling.

But suddenly everything started to spin, and you just couldn’t keep your eyes open. You felt the world dropping out from underneath you before it was stopped by two strong arms, Din’s hands leaving yours and bringing one arm behind your shoulders, the other catching you under your knees. Walking carefully back, you felt the slight sway of his steps as he went back by the fire, the warmth spreading over your skin the closer you got. Your head rested on his shoulder, and you felt yourself burrowing closer into his neck, the soft material of his shirt much more comfortable than the pauldron under your cheek.

Opening your eyes as much as you could, you saw the front of his throat and the fire in front of you both as he settled down against one of the rocks, leaning back against it with a muffled groan as he got comfortable. “Thank you,” you muttered, adjusting in his hold so that your nose was pressed into his neck.

“Sleep, mesh’la,” he said in a deep, quiet voice.

A blanket was being placed on you where you curled into his lap, and soon you felt the kid inching his way up your leg using the material as leverage. A contented sigh left the little one as he curled into a ball on your lap, and you felt sleep coming faster and faster. Din sighed before relaxing back against the rock, his grip adjusting on you and holding you close. He turned his visor to face you, and the cold feel of beskar against your forehead helped you take the last few steps to rest, the last thing you register was his quiet voice once again as he leaned his head back against the rock. “Sleep.”

Xxx

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Rough day | Station 19 fanfiction

Summary: When Vic is having a rough day and Travis is sick, Maya is there for her.

A/N: I miss Maya and Vic’s friendship so much, and this fic is the result of that.

Vic sighs heavily, her head pounding and her body aching.

It’s been a rough day. Nothing in particular happened, besides her and Maya being unable to save someone during an earlier call.

It’s just her, Maya, and Jack at the station right now. The most recent call didn’t require the aid car, and Jack is on desk duty.

“Hey Hughes.”

Vic looks up from her spot on the couch to see Maya, coming in and sitting down next to her. There’s a soft smile present on her face, the smile she usually gets when Carina texts her.

But her smile dims slightly when she looks at Vic. The younger firefighter looks utterly exhausted, and overwhelmed.

“Are you alright, Vic?” Maya asks. That’s all it takes for Vic to break down, sobbing in Maya’s arms.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok Vic, I’m here. Just breathe, I’m right here with you, sweetheart. It’s alright.” Maya murmurs soothingly, rubbing Vic’s back and holding her tightly.

After a few minutes, Vic pulls back. Her face is stained with tears, and she sniffles. “I’m sorry.” She apologizes, but Maya shakes her head. “Hey, don’t be sorry for having feelings. What’s going on though?” Maya questions gently.

Vic shrugs. “It’s just been a rough day. Between that patient we couldn’t save and Travis being out sick, it’s just been so overwhelming. And I’m so tired.” She explains.

Maya nods in understanding. “I get that. Why don’t we go rest in my bunk? It’s been a pretty slow day for aid car. We can get some sleep. And I’ll be there for snuggles, if you want.” She offers. Vic nods. She can never say no to Maya’s cuddles.

Maya nods, wrapping an arm around Vic’s shoulder and guiding her to the locker room. They enter Maya’s bunk, where Maya turns on the small light sitting on her bedside table. Vic sits down on the bed, and Maya unbuttons her shirt, leaving her in just her SFD t shirt. She pulls off Vic’s boots and socks, giving her ankle a gentle squeeze.

Maya lays down on the bed, opening her arms and allowing Vic to curl into her chest. Vic sighs contentedly, her breathe tickling Maya’s collarbone.

Maya has always had a soft spot for Hughes. When she first joined the station, Maya showed her the ropes along with Travis. During her first fire, Maya was very impressed by her skills.

Despite her initial comments, she helped Maya and Carina greatly during their separation, reassuring Carina and endlessly teasing Maya for sleeping in the middle of shift.

Maya rubs her back gently, tickling it, which makes her giggle. “Try to get some shut eye, Vic. I’ll be here.” She murmurs, kissing Vic’s forehead.

“Love you, Mai.” Vic mumbles sleepily, burying her head into Maya’s neck.

Maya feels her heart grow with warmth.

“I love you too, Hughes.”

Andy jumps off the engine, a grin on her face. “Great work, 19! Get some rest!” She orders. She hears various murmurings, the team letting her know they understood.

She sheds her turnouts, before going in search of her girlfriend and best friend.

Her and Vic started dating six months ago. They informed Chief Ross, who was fine with it as long as Andy promised to never favor Vic or anything like that. They’re both incredibly happy with each other.

Andy searches for them, but doesn’t find them anywhere until she opens the door to Maya’s bunk.

And her heart positively melts into a puddle.

Maya and Vic are both asleep, cuddled close. Vic is resting her head on Maya’s chest, an arm slung over Maya’s stomach. Maya has arms protectively wrapped around Vic’s body, holding her close.

Andy shakes her head lovingly, shedding her shoes and climbing into the tiny bed with them.

She closes her eyes, feeling more content than ever.

Until the klaxon goes off five minutes later.

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The Road Ahead of Us - TWD (Season 2)

The Walking Dead Fanfiction

MASTERLIST

They had left Atlanta behind, trying to reach Fort Benning; but during an apocalypse nothing ever goes at it is planned. Sarah and Nicolette will have to face new challenges and dangers. How will they survive?

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Chapter 27

NICOLETTE

They didn’t need that too. Not so soon.

The plan was perfect, he would have survived, why would he risk everything right now? If they’d found him, they would have killed him now. Shane would have without blinking and eye, he seemed eager to get rid of the guy and now no one would have opposed to that.

“It’s getting late,” Sarah said folding her own hands as she paced the house, “They should be back by now.”

Outside the sun had disappeared, the sky were now dark. And that sight that she had grew so used to had become gloomy and creepy, maybe remembering what had happened just the night before.

“I’m sure that they’ll be back soon,” Patricia said moving next to Sarah rubbing her arm.

“Maybe we should go find them,” Carl suggested, but Lori shook her head at his son.

“No, we are not moving,” she said, before pointing upstairs, “Go in Maggie’s room.”

“Mom, they could need our help!” Carl protested but the woman wasn’t having it.

“Go, Carl! Now!” She exclaimed and Nicki observed the boy’s lip tightening before walking upstairs.

“It’s dark,” Sarah said again nervously, “Daryl never follows traces in the dark, he said that!” Nicki stood up, as Andrea went to her sister trying to convince her that they were safe. But everyone believed it. Nicki looked up the stairs again, taking a breath before making her way upstairs. She looked around, then going towards Maggie’s room. And when she opened the door, she saw that Carl had opened the window and he was ready to climb out.

“You’re nothing if not predictable,” Nicki said closing the door behind her back.

Carl scoffed, “What?” He said, “Are you gonna tell my mom?”

Nicki crossed her arms, “That her son is playing Spider-Man to sneak out of the window?” the she tilted her head to a side, "I'm sure she'd love that."

“What do you want?” He asked after taking a breath.

Nicki shrugged her shoulders, “Preventing you from breaking your neck seems like a good start.”

But Carl shook his head, “I have to help my dad,” he said strongly. Nicki observed him. He had always been the kind of person that wanted to help the group, she knew. But there was something different.

“What if he’d rather have you here?” She asked, observing the boy reaction. He seemed nervous, jumpy.

“If I’m here and he dies,” he said finally, “I would never forgive myself.”

Even Rick would have never forgiven himself if his son'd die for him.

Nicki moved towards Carl, “And what's the plan?” She asked, “Throw rocks at Randall?”

“I don’t know yet,” Carl answered looking down.

“That doesn’t seem like a good plan,” she said with a frown, keep looking at him.

“You don’t get it,” he said shaking his head, “I have to.”

She observed him silently for a moment, his eyes at the ground, covered by the hat as he didn't want for her to see him.

“Why?” Nicki asked. And Carl took a breath.

“I can’t… let this happen again,” He muttered, and that made her only frown more, not quite catching what he was implying.

“What?” She asked.

Carl set down on Maggies bed, with a deep sigh.

“Dale,” he admitted finally, looking up at her. His lips quivering a little, “It’s my fault if Dale died.”

How could it be his fault? A walker had killed Dale.

“Yesterday I went outside,” he said, “I took Daryl’s gun and I’ve found a walker,” Nicki listened in silence as he kept talking, “I was going to shoot it, he was stuck. But… he got free and I… ran away,” he took a deep breath, “It was the walker that killed Dale,” Nicki looked down at what he had just said to her.

“It was my fault. Because I didn’t do anything,” he repeated, “I could have end it there, but I didn’t, and now Dale is dead…” he took a breath, “I won’t let this happen again. I want to know that I did everything I could.”

Whatever we do or not do will affect the group, Nicki had been repeated that to herself over and over, since that day on the highway. Everyday. She understood.

“Come on,” she said gesturing for him towards the door.

“What?” He looked up at her with a frown.

“Let’s be smarter,” she said taking a look at the corridor, making sure no one was there.

“Where are we going?” He asked from behind her, as she made her way to Hershel’s room.

“Out,” she said closing the door behind him, then she went to the window to open it, “But from a place we can’t kill ourselves,” from that window the roof was less sloping, and if they were lucky, since that room was at the other side of the house from the entrance, maybe no one would have noticed them.

"We?" he asked.

"Yeah," Nicki answered simply, "Come on."

Carl was looking at her, with wide eyes, and that made her frown.

"What's with that face?" she asked, pointing at the window, "Get your ass out."

Carl was quick to climb out of the window, making little noise as his feet hit the roof. Nicki looked at the door, before, handing Carl her bow. He took it in her hands and then she climbed out the window herself. Once her feet touched the roof, Nicki turned to close the window.

"Alright," she said, before the two of them started to run on the roof.

"We could climb down using the porch," Carl said, looking down, "I'll go first," Nicki nodded her head.

"Give me you hand," she said reaching out her hand to him.

"I can do it myself," he was about to turn, when she grabbed him by the hood of his shirt, stopping him.

"I ment it when I said I'm not gonna let you break your neck," Nicki said, "Now man up, and give me that hand."

Carl scoffed, but he took her hand, letting her help him to climb down the roof. When he seemed secure enough against the wood of the porch, she let him go. He managed to climb down. Once he was on the ground, Nicolette hang her bow around her shoulders, starting to climb down as well. She could see the light from inside the house. Sarah would have freaked out if they'd figure out they were gone. But maybe they would have found Rick before that.

"Alright," she whispered once on the ground, "Let's go."

They ran towards the woods, where Rick and the others had disappeared. As they were sorrounded by the trees, not even the moon was helping them seeing where they had to go.

"Why are you helping me?" he asked from next to her.

Nicki took a breath, taking her time to answer, "I understand," she said finally, "What you were talking about..."

"Sophia?" he asked and she nodded.

"She ran out of my sight," she said, "I didn't ran after her, and she died," she thought about that moment everyday since it happened, expecially after knowing that Sophia had turned.

"You were right, when you said I'm blaming myself," she kept saying, "I can't stop thinking about it."

"Me too," Carl muttered. Nicki looked over at him.

"I don't think it's your fault, what happened to Dale," she said as they walked in the woods, "But it's not a good place to be... the guilt," she took a nervous breath "It doesn't matter how many people say that it's not my fault, what happened to Sophia. I don't believe them."

"I know what you mean," Carl said, "Both Dad, and Shane said that it was not me, but... I feel like that," he looked up to meet her gaze. It was not the fault that was bothering her, but the uncertanty of what could have been if she had done something else. Maybe nothing would have been different, or maybe it would have been. Those thoughts were so noisy in her head.

She groaned, "I hate feeling confused."

That made Carl chuckle, "You're a control maniac, that's why," she glared at him with a smirk.

"And you are a constant pain in the ass," she fired back but that made him chuckle more.

"Thank you, for helping me," Carl said after a moment, "I appreciate it," Nicki felt her lips turn up in a smile, before nugging his arm.

"Don't be that nice," she said, "It creeps me out," Carl chuckled.

Suddenly though a gunshot echoed in the field. Nicki brought her right hand to take an arrow, as Carl pulled out his gun.

"Did they found a walker?" Carl asked.

"Or Randall..." she said, "Where was it from?"

"The fields," Carl said starting to run. Nicki coursed before starting to follow him. They ran out of the woods, towards the fields where Dale had lost his life. And the only thing she could pay attention to was the silence. Why it had been fired only a single gunshot? If Randall had attacked them, why the others weren't shooting. And if he had ambushed them, they were four people, why shot once? A walker? Could it be possible? But they had checked the perimeter that morning, searching for any gaps in the fence.

"Nicki, do you see that?" there was a person in the distance. He pacing back and forth, and the more they got closer, the more they noticed that there was someone else on the ground.

Only two peaple. But the one standing didn't seem a walker.

"That's my dad," Carl said as they ran.

Now Nicki could see better, and that man was in fact Rick, but why was he alone? And who was on the ground?

Nicki stopped when both her and Carl were few meters away from Rick, that now had knelt down next who now she realized it was Shane. Nicolette's eyes widened.

"Dad?" Carl exclaimed, his body stif, looking at the man on the ground. What the hell had happened? Was Shane wounded? Was he dead?

Rick turned to them, with wide eyes. He then slowly stood up to move in their direction. He called his son name, but a movement caught Nicki's attention. It was Shane. His hand twitched. That movement made her frown. It was strange. But what happened after froze the blood in her veins. Now Shane was slowly getting up, growling. That was Shane no more. It was a walker now.

Nicolette's body froze. Shane was a dead. Like it had happened to Sophia, he had turned into those things. And she knew. She knew he was not Shane anymore, she knew he was dangerous, but for some reason her body wouldn't move.

Carl aimed his gun though. He was crying, but he was still aiming at the man.

"Just... put the gun down," Rick was saying to his son, he had tears in his eyes.

"Rick," she found herself whispering.

"It's not what it seems, please," Nicki frowned at Rick's words, but Carl shot the gun hitting Shane at the center of his head. He immediately went limp, falling to the ground. Carl was breathing heavy, and she noticed tears in his eyes as he ran to hug his father. In the mean time, Nicki moved towards, Shane. Why didn't she took the arrow? He was no more Shane, she knew. But it had Shane's face, his body...

Why did she stop?

Poor bastard, she thought. He must have been bitten, while they were outside. But where was the walker? And Glenn and Daryl?

"Nicki, come here," Rick's voice made her turn, eyeing one last time Shane, before walking towards Rick and Carl, that had gotten closer. Rick passed by her, looking at the body of his best friend, laying on the ground. While Nicki went to Carl. His eyes were wide, tears were coming out. That was the first walker that he had put down, and it was the person that had had such care towards him. It must have been so shocking for him.

"I'm sorry, Shorty," she muttered, putting a hand on Carl's shoulder.

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