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turcott3 · 2 months

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wrapped around your finger

luca fantilli x fem! reader (ft. umich hockey team and gfs!!)

warnings?: cursing, alcohol, unprotected sex (p in v, public sex, spanking, choking (not really but kinda?), hair pulling, happy ending🥳

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“are yall ready yet?” rutger yells from the foyer.

“yes one second.” you yell back, deciding against the extra setting spray. it wasn’t hot outside, it’s not like you were going to sweat it off.

“we gotta go, i want a good view.” luca says grabbing his keys out of the bowl and heading outside. you opted to ride with luca since the group had to split but you always found yourself gravitating to him. the two of you had never spent time alone together but you always had a slight attachment to him, better described as a little bitty crush.

“have you looked at the set list yet?” he asked you, who got lucky and sat shotgun. the group was going to see post malone, and everyone was excited to go and get sloshed.

“i haven’t, i’ll check now.” you simply state opening spotify and reading it out to him.

“fuck this is gonna be so good.” he says, excitement lining his tone.

“does this venue id?” tyler asks from the backseat.

“no.” you answer quickly.

“may i ask how you know this?” luca giggles.

“i’ve been before, got absolutely hammered.” you say, reminiscing the last concert you attended.

“sweet, tj you’re off the hook,” he says patting the ginger on the back.

“thank god. they would’ve thought i was a fucking alcoholic buying all of those drinks.” he says, relief practically oozing out of him. you pulled into the venue closely behind your friends in the other car.

“everyone got their shit?” rutger asks and everyone replies ‘yes’ before shutting his trunk and locking the car. you made your way inside the venue, quickly finding a place to sit with a decent view of the stage. you loved that this tour was all outdoor shows considering the temperature in michigan in the summer was perfect. you laid your towel out and sat down, luca sitting his towel right next to yours.

“you’re gonna be my designated concert buddy?” you ask laughing at the position he sat in.

“sure am, we never really spend any time together so i figured this was a perfect opportunity.” he smiles and you giggle in response, keeping your cheeks from turning too red.

“drinks for the lot of ya!” jacob yells in a tacky british accent, approaching the group with tj, multiple beers and seltzers for everyone in hand.

“a seltzer for you of course.” luca says, handing you one of the drinks he grabbed.

“you just know my drinking habits so well don’t you.”

“we’ve been to parties together and how many times have i held your hair while you threw up?”

“it was twice luca.”

“and? i still did it.” he says and you roll your eyes, a smile spreading in your cheeks. it didn’t take too long for the openers to begin their set. you had never heard of them so you talked through it. you spoke with a couple of the guys and their girlfriends, luca talking to adam on the phone, sipping his beer. you couldn’t help but notice that he chose to sit with you, but you didn’t want to overanalyze. you drank and drank some more, without even realizing it. you were already somewhat drunk by the time the openers were finished, which wasn’t your intention.

“hey y/n.” luca asks nudging you.

“huh?”

“are you already drunk?”

“yep sure am, you?”

“a little buzz, nothing too crazy yet.”

“i am fully prepared to be absolutely fucked tonight.“ you reply, his expression becoming more difficult to read.

when post malone’s set finally began, you cracked a tall boy open, shot gunning it as well as you could. when you sucked the can dry you threw it on the ground out of breath, almost instantly feeling more drunk than before.

“luca.” you said, your words dragging out in a slur.

“what is it?” he asks, shoving his phone back in his pocket, his eyes reading drunk. you step closer to the boy, wrapping your arm around his back, singing whatever song was playing. you felt him do the same, his hand resting just above your ass on your hip.

the two of you sang together loudly and obnoxiously.

“can i try that?” you ask about the beer he held.

“yeah here.” he says, watching you intensely as you took a large sip.

“that is disgusting.” you reply, wiping your face with your hand as he chuckles. you leaned your head on his shoulder as you listened to the loud music. once the song ended you looked at yourself in the snapchat camera, makeup still in place just as you hoped. you couldn’t tell if the alcohol was clouding your judgment but you were feeling things. all the touching and flirting that had gone on over the last hour had your mind spinning.

“fuck i need a bathroom. luca come with me, i don’t wanna get kidnapped.” you say with a glimmer in your eye. a smirk grows on the boys face.

“okay, hey guys i’m taking her to the bathroom.” he yells at the group before you drag him off by his wrist.

“what’s got you in a hurry, we’ll still be able to hear it.” he giggles, jogging after you. you find a single stall, family restroom unoccupied. you open the door and pull the brunette inside with you.

“ive been wanting to get you alone all night.” you admit.

“i can’t say i haven’t felt the same way.” he replies, slurring his words. you two were both plastered but you know what they say about drunk words. in an instant, the boy pushes you by your biceps against the cold cinderblock wall, attaching your lips hastily and sloppily. your hands find their way into his hair, gripping at the strands as he swipes his tongue over your lip begging for entry. you swear hours pass by before he backs away.

“you look so fucking sexy tonight y/n.” he smirks as you two find your way to the sink.

“fuck you make me so horny.” you mutter, squeezing your thighs together as he picks you up and places you on the counter. your short skirt gave him easy access to your throbbing core, running fingers over your soaked panties and sucking them clean.

“god you taste so good.” he smirks, reconnecting your lips again, giving you a taste for yourself. he pulls away with hazy eyes, squatting down quickly and pulling your panties to the side.

“oh my fucking god.” you yell at the contact. his tongue twisted your already swollen bud in circles, sucking and rubbing it in a rhythmic fashion.

“fuck.” you say, gripping onto the boys hair as you finished, quicker than you could’ve imagined. he stands back up, his face soaked in your cum.

“you’re fucking incredible.” he says and you grab him by his shirt, which you unbuttoned hastily after you aggressively reattached your lips. he helped you finish the job as he pulled away, unbuttoning his denim shorts and pulling his throbbing cock out as quickly as he could. you stared at his tip as it leaked with precum and the pure size of him. he rubbed himself harder with a few strokes before looking back up at you.

“fuck me luca. please.” you beg and he instantly caves, pushing himself into you, his hands pressed against the mirror as he pushed into you for the first time. you moaned at the sensation. his tip hit the sweet spot buried deep inside you without even trying.

“god.” you moan out and he grunts. he thrusts into you deep and hard as he pounds into you at a decent speed. your moans snapping a high pitch after the first few thrusts. the music was quickly drowned out by the sounds of your yelps in a bathroom with poor acoustics.

“such a good girl taking me like this.” he smirks at you.

“you feel so good, god lu.” you say, your fingers gripping the hair on the back of his head.

“do you think anyone can hear me?” you ask.

“i fucking hope so.” he smirks, sloppily landing his lips back on yours as he stretches you out with every thrust.

“get down and bend over for me pretty girl.” he simply requests and you do so, resting your stomach on the edge of the counter. he pushes your skirt up further.

“look at that ass, god damn.” he says spanking you once before placing a gentle hand on your, now bright red, ass cheek pushing himself back into you. he grabs onto your hips pulling you onto him as he thrusts. your eyes roll into the back of your head with overstimulation, your sweaty hand slapping onto the mirror for better stability. he pounds into you at an unforgiving speed, wanting to get a good climax out of it. he wraps his hand around your hair, pulling you up flush against his chest as he continues his quick thrusts into you, turning you from moaning to practically yelling. gently he wrapped a hand around your throat as you looked in the mirror at the two of you. your mascara now smeared around your eyes, his cheeks red and forehead dotted with beads of sweat from the steamed bathroom.

“look at you, taking me so fucking good huh?” he asks, making eye contact with you in the mirror. he bucks into you sharply, a yelp leaving your mouth in an instant. carefully, he picks you back up, placing you on the counter. you could tell by the speed that he was getting closer, but the fact of the matter was that you were even closer. he pushes back into you easily sliding back in, a sensation you could never get used to. the way he hit your sweet spot was almost more intoxicating than all the alcohol you drank that lead you to this moment.

“fuck luca, i’m gonna come.” you moan, your nails digging harshly into his back, your speech broken up by his spastic and deep thrusts. moments later, you feel your body relax as a knot came undone in your abdomen. he fucked you right through your high into his own climax. spilling his seed deep inside you. he pressed his forehead to your chest as the two of you sat, gasping for air for a few moments. he runs his fingers through the salty mix of your climaxes between your legs attempting to somewhat clean you up, his drunk mind not thinking about the toilet paper that sat on the back of the toilet 2 feet away from you. you grab his hand and suck his fingers clean, surprising him and showing him that you swallowed every drop of the nasty mixture.

“fucking god y/n you’re gorgeous, let me help you down.” he says, tucking himself back in his pants, lending his hands for you to hop off the counter. you pull your panties back over your sensitive core, and tug your skirt down.

“lu, can you help me fix my makeup.” you whine, referring to the black streaks that formed around your eyes.

“yes baby, hold still.” he says, your heart fluttering at the pet name. he licks he thumb, gently wiping away the mess from around your eyes.

“how does that look?” he asks as you turn around.

“good enough.” you giggle turning back around.

“luca your hair. i’m sorry.” you giggle as he smiles, wrapping his strong arms around you.

“i don’t care about my hair.” he says as you press your cheek to the warm skin of his chest.

“we should go back.” you say patting him on the chest.

“yeah they’re probably getting suspicious by now.” he giggles, taking your hand and unlocking the door, seeing a long line outside the bathroom. the two of you chuckle as you jog past the impatient people in line, back to your spot on the lawn.

“you missed like 6 songs, where the fuck were you gu- oh.” rutger started before getting a good look at you two.

“what?” you ask.

“oh nothing.” he giggles, whispering to his girlfriend who he stood next to.

“girl where did you go?” franks girlfriend asks, tugging you away from luca’s side.

“i had to uh-“ you start and then turn around to see luca dapping up his teammates, clearly spilling what had gone on in the bathroom, “we fucked.”

“in the bathroom?” jacob’s girlfriend says interrupting.

“yeah we did.” you smirk.

“well was it at least good?” frank’s girlfriend asks.

“oh my god yes. his dick is so big, i don’t think i would wanna fuck anyone else like ever again.” you giggle with them, your drunkness seeping back into your vocabulary.

“you guys would be cute, i see the vision.” she says stepping back and looking at both of you.

“i think we would be too, not to be vain or anything.” you joke.

“go for it babe, luca doesn’t fuck just to fuck. or at least that’s what jacob’s told me. he fucks to date.” she says nudging you on the arm.

“honestly i probably will go for it, let’s see how this goes, hey lu?” you call out, catching his attention instantly. he walks over, hugging you to his side.

“what’s up?” he asks, his thumb grazing over the fabric of your skirt.

“maybe you guys are right.” you laugh and he appears confused. the two of you enjoy the rest of the concert, hugging onto each other and singing your hearts out for the final few songs.

“everyone’s asleep.” luca giggles as you pulled back into the driveway.

“awe look at them so cute.” you reply.

“are you gonna regret what we did tonight?” he asks, his voice in a whisper.

“not in the slightest.” you say placing a hand on his cheek and connecting your lips softly for a moment.

“you have no idea how badly i wanted to hear you say that.” he smiles as you pull away slightly.

“i can’t let anyone else have that dick or that hair. or just that boy in general.” you say locking eyes with him. instead of replying he reconnects your lips once again, the kiss lingering for a what seems like an eternity. an eternity that you hoped would never come to an end.

“we should wake them up.” you whisper on his lips.

“yeah probably.” he smiles, pecking your lips one last time before waking everyone up to come inside.

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y3ager · 6 months

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STORYTIME I (26 F) FUCKED MY SUPERSTAR CLIENT (24 M) AFTER MONTHS OF SEXUAL TENSION!

— ‘i’m a manager for a pretty big music label and my client is the biggest dickhead in the world but i fear i fucked him after one of our usual arguments.. 😵‍💫’

eren y. x black!fem!reader

tags: modern au, smut, porn not much plot, hate(?)sex, cunnilingus, cowgirl, reader gets called ‘mama’ and ‘boss’, unprotected sex, mild choking, musician!eren, manager!reader. minors do not interact.

my first collab entry MAKE SOME NOISE YALL WTF!!! but no seriously thanks so much to @k9nto for letting me join your event i had a blast writing this! hope you all enjoy! 🤭

YOU’VE ENCOUNTERED SOME annoying people in your life. in kindergarten, a boy taunted you by picking up one your fallen hot pink knocker-balls and refusing to give it back to you. in high school, some chick named tiffany ripped down all of your junior class president posters that you spent weeks designing and printing out on the highest quality paper. your college advisor had been completely useless, you’d still be dragging yourself through your bachelor’s degree if you didn’t stay on your toes and realize the classes you were dropped in were a waste of time. but all of these people, and many more that have slipped your mind, shaped and molded you into the woman you were today. strong, tenacious, independent, a go-getter who never gave up and thus was able to reap her hard work, in the form of three nice crisp degrees and a never pitiful bank account.

but eren yeager, grammy award winning singer, songwriter and musician, with multiple weeks spent at the top of the billboard hot 100 and 200 charts, millions of units sold worldwide, and stadiums packed to the brim, took the fucking cake.

you were warned he’d be difficult. every manager he’s assigned quits before one of them ends up in a body bag. none of them have a single nice thing to say about him, and he finds that hilarious.

for better or for worse, you took the challenge because you’re a sucker for them. nothing in life comes easy, and you figured that the managers before just didn’t come hard enough. maybe eren’s fame and status made them falter, but such a fate wouldn’t befall you.

you dragged him to his magazine shoots, you kept his mouth in line during interviews, you kept his socials clean. he was never a second late to rehearsals and recordings. he was a reflection of you, and if you were perfect goddammit he was going to be too.

until today.

“i’m not putting in another extension, eren. the label is starting to get really irritable. we need to go to the studio now.” you furiously swiping along your ipad, pacing around the singer’s deluxe hotel room. while you’re dressed for the day in clean crisp clothes, sharp stilettos, and jet black lace front expertly melted and laid, eren’s still in the bed. the covers are everywhere, his shirt is next to a couple pillows on the floor, and he’s laying on his back eating a croissant from room service, paying you absolutely no mind. it takes everything in you to not chuck your device at his big head. “i’m serious. get. up.”

“and i said i’m not,” he mocks your assertive tone, voice oozing in sarcasm. “going.” he coughs, obviously faking. “my voice hurts. can’t make those greedy bastards money if my vocal chords ache. they’ll live.”

“you are on a strict deadline this era. if you want to catch award season, this album needs to be finished and dropped in the next month. amidst the press tour, your window of recording time is dwindling fast.” dates in your digital calendar glare at you, red and angry. every time you check something off your to do, ten new things pop up. you feel your jaw clenching, teeth gritting together uncomfortably.

“i’ve won enough awards. i don’t care. i’m not getting up.” eren finally raises up from the bed, narrowed green eyes meeting yours. it’s fire against fire, an unstoppable force that is a manager determined to do her job versus an immovable object, a musician who’s not budging from his spot. “it’s my album. it’s my music. i finish it when the fuck i get ready. that label will burn before they drop me.”

“if you don’t follow contract, they will drop you. they put a lot of money into you-”

“money i made back for those dumbasses-!”

“they are your bosses, without them-”

“they need me way more than i need them-!”

“get,” you toss your ipad over to a small couch, storming over to the bed. you snatch the edge of the covers and yank hard. enough is enough. if he won’t get up, you’ll make him get up. “the fuck out of this bed, eren, now!”

“you need,” the cover is yanked back, tugging you forward along with it. you lurch momentarily before righting yourself upwards, leaning back to give yourself more leverage in this childish tug of war you find yourself in. “to calm the fuck down, ___. i’m not going and that’s fucking it.” eren may be lean, but he’s toned like a MMA fighter, muscles rippling under tan skin when he calls upon them. another tug and you topple onto the california king bed, one expensive heel sliding off your foot and falling across the room.

your heads snaps up from the covers, brow furrowed deep in anger. “stop being so fucking difficult, you moron!” emotions welling, you grab one of his arms, preparing to drag him out of this bed. your to do list is a nagging itch on your brain that by the grace of god you are going to scratch. you’re not about to let this bad-with-authority dickhead best you when all he has to do is record a fucking vocal.

“oh, we’re doing this?” easily, too easily, so easily that you register your back hitting the soft bed before you realized he even grabbed you back. he pins you down easily, slightly calloused hands grip your upper arms firmly, pushing them down. he places his legs other either side of your hips so yours are forced in between them, but doesn’t keep you from writhing to free yourself. “whatever fucking—stop doing that—chip you have on your shoulder, you need to fucking solve it because shit’s not going your way today. i’m not going and that is final.”

the tussle leaves you two of you panting, eyes boring into each other’s. eren’s long chocolate brown hair is disheveled not only from a night’s sleep but from this impromptu wrestle. small beads up sweat trickle down his naked chest. your writhe again, and he presses down against you, a synonymous hiss sliding through both of your mouths.

“i hate you, eren.”

“whatever helps you sleep at night, ___. looks like you wanted an excuse to feel up on me.”

“oh, like you wanted an excuse to hump me like a mutt?”

there’s another beat of silence as you two watch each other. eren’s hands tighten their hold just a tad before he presses his hardening length hard against your clothed cunt. against your better judgement, your head tilts back and a small moan fights against your bitten bottom lip.

eren hums lowly, his dick bulging against the constraint of his boxers. “hate me too much to actually fuck me, huh? i’m only worth a dry hump.”

oh how eren frustrates you. how he makes even the simplest things in life painstakingly difficult. how he makes you want to smoke ten packs of cigarettes after a day of dealing with him. but oh, how handsome he looks under the lights at photo shoots. how his deep, smooth voice reverbs in your ears. how his fingers move so deftly on his guitar, as if it’s merely an extension of his body. who wouldn’t fantasize about that late at night, him bending you over and snatching down your pants to fuck the stress out of you, or yourself knocking him down a peg and making him beg to let you cum inside.

“shut-” another roll of his hips makes you gasp. “up..”

“i want you, ___,” eren confesses. his hips don’t falter, his cock becoming hungry for release. “i want that pussy. i wanna fuck that little attitude out of you, can i? i see how you look at me and i stare right back.”

you shiver, hand rushing to undo your dress pants and feel more of eren’s dick against your dampening cunt. his hands work with your perfectly, yanking your pants down. it’s a whirlwind of clothes, your sweater, bra, your other shoe.

eren reaches up to grab your breasts, rolling them in his palms, squeezing the supple flesh, pushing them together. “oh, pretty girl. pretty fuckin’ tits.” leaning down, he kisses down your sternum, stomach, inching closer and closer to your center. he wastes no time grabbing your thighs and licking a nice, long stripe against your drooling cunt and sucking on your clit.

your back immediately arches up and your hands fly to grip eren’s hair, tugging at the locks and pulling him in closer so you can feel everything. “oh my god, eren.” the singer’s not shy at all, audibly sucking at you and reaching up to twist and pinch your pebbled nipples.

with another languid lick eren pulls himself away. he pulls his boxers down on and off, freeing his dick from the constraint. he rubs the thick, weeping tip up and down your slit, staring hungrily at the juices leaking out. the feeling of it makes you shiver in anticipation.

“mmm, mm-mm.” you push yourself up. “let me get ‘n top..” there’s a greedy look in your low eyes as you place your hand on eren’s solid chest and lay him down on the bed.

“take charge here too, huh?” your forwardness makes him chuckle as he watches you straddle his waist. “okay then. ride me.”

you brace yourself on your toes as his hand and yours grasp his shaft, directing it to your pulsing hole. you slide down gingerly onto him, his size quickly stretching you out. “ahh, fuck, eren. fuck…”

“you got it,” he assures you, one hand on your thigh as you sink lower and lower, taking him in inch by inch. he bites his lip at the wet tightness of your walls, squeezing and sucking him in. it makes him throw his head back, a couple of small pants escaping his mouth. “mmhm, fuck that pussy feels so good. take that dick, boss.” his hand raises only to land on your ass check with a sharp slap.

you start out slow at first, letting yourself adjust to the wideness of his dick but that quickly gets old. you’re soon addicted to the feeling of him fitting inside so perfectly. gripping his free hand in yours, you swivel and raise your hips faster and faster, effortlessly, desperate for that feeling of him pounding that oh so sweet spot. your juices slide down his length, the slap slap slap of your ass against his muscled thighs filling the room. “‘s so big, feels so good,” your voice slurs.

eren hisses from his spot under you, eyes trained on where you two connect. mouth slightly agape, he watches your cunt swallow him up and the fluid that leaks out. “yes, mama. keep fucking me just like that. feels.. f-fuckin’ amazin’…” his hands grab your plump ass cheeks, fingers digging in hard as he thrusts his hips up, driving the tip of his cock even deeper inside you and pulling a loud moan from you. “keep goin, mama, ‘m almost there, don’t stop, please..”

his pleading make you clench even tighter around him, and that feeling deep inside your tummy aches for release. you place a hand around his throat to better balance yourself, relishing in his low groan. your thighs quake and tremble, your hips meeting his eager thrust perfectly. “oh, my god; oh my god. i’m— shit!” you throw your head back in ecstasy, cumming hard enough on your client’s dick to leave you numb.

“aw, fuck, boss.” eren thrusts up to push his cum deep inside, holding you against himself to ensure a single drop doesn’t leak. “take it, take it..”

the two of you are left panting hard, bodies sweaty and gleaming with the afterglow of sex. you gingerly pull away, cunt left sore and spent from a round of sex months in the making. eren reaches over to caress your ebon lips, admiring the smooth, wet feeling once you roll onto your back. “no more attitude from you, yeah?”

“no more attitude from the man reduced to calling me ‘mama’ and begging to cum either, i’d assume.” your teasing laughter is cut off by him purposefully sinking three fingers deep inside you. “mmh…”

“mhm, sure.” roles reversed, eren climbs on top of you and stares down with green eyes aflame with lust through his tousled brown hair. “now i want to see what i can make you call me.”

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m-ayo-o · 6 months

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black ink

18+ suguru gets a fresh tattoo from his favourite artist 1.4k

He enters his usual tattoo parlour, skimming through the beautiful designs in your portfolio that you have made with incredible detail.

He has been so pleased with all of your work so far, eagerly showing off the art.

But now, he needs something new.

You’ve given him ornate patterns over his shoulders, some trailing down his biceps, reaching his forearms and wrists. His hands remain bare, for now.

There’s more spiralling up his ribcage, some dipping below his hips.

But where he’d really like his new tattoo is on his chest.

He wants a centrepiece over the broad expanse of his toned muscle.

And he wants it from you.

“Suguru! You’re early,” your voice chimes in his ear, entering the shop floor in an outfit so daring his heart nearly stops.

A tight, black cropped vest, leaving nothing to his imagination, those black pants, sitting so low he can see your thong peeking out.

“Yeah uh, thought I’d come and get ready.”

You watch him fidget a little, looking oddly tense. He’s had so many tattoos before. Why is he nervous?

You approach him, your hand gliding up his muscular forearm.

“Well, I’m ready when you are,” you hum in his ear, stepping to the table.

And he follows you, watching the way that leather belt grips at your hips, trailing his eyes over the art that snakes up your back.

You sit him down and get everything prepped as he starts to unbutton his shirt.

“May as well take it off,” you murmur, focusing on your equipment.

“Mm, sure,” he nods, stripping the material over his head with a flick of his black locks.

You turn in time to see his stomach flexing as he twists, tossing his shirt over the chair.

You have to admit, he is by far your most gorgeous client. Despite seeing his body numerous times, your heart never fails to race when you see him like this.

Lowering the chair for your ease, you press a cotton pad sodden with rubbing alcohol over his skin, making him draw in his breath. Then you secure the stencil, ensuring it’s transferred, checking he’s happy.

Then you pick up the tattoo gun.

The only ink you’ll need today is black.

“You ready?” you grip the filled tattoo gun between your ringed fingers, watching him nod, his little smile growing as you get closer.

He swears you’re the best tattoo artist in the city. Your looks have nothing to do with your pure, refined talent. But, he’s afraid that his ink addiction has only been fueled by you.

He just needs to keep coming back, to feel you, to have your hands on him, your body close to his.

And now, as you’re leaning over, about to place the first needle prick to his skin, he’s getting exactly what he wants.

Your cleavage is bare for him, full tits barely contained by your tiny vest, necklaces trailing down, enticing his gaze further.

He watches you lower your body over his, one hand splayed over his chest, the other applying the ink.

“Mm–” he lets out a little groan from your first contact, eyelids fluttering.

“Suguru, haven’t got weak on me now, have you?” you giggle, trying your best to focus on the job at hand.

He just snickers, watching you intently.

He lets out sighs and grunts now and then, some of the sounds getting borderline pornographic when you trace the needle around his nipples.

“Little sensitive here, Sugu?” you hum with a pleased smile, earning a huff from the man.

“S– s’just that– I’ve never– had a tattoo there before,” he hisses between the stabbing motions.

You let out a little laugh, making it no secret that you enjoy tormenting him, eventually finishing the expansive outline.

“That’s enough for today, ok?” You tell him, starting to get the film to wrap up his new art.

“Oh,” he sounds a little too disappointed when you relinquish him from your touch, stepping back to place the gun away.

“I can take a little more…” he utters quietly.

“Hm, sure you don’t just want my hands on you again?”

Your sudden, obvious advances bring a wide smirk to his face.

“And if I do?” He questions, testing the waters.

“All you have to do is ask, Suguru,” you reply, the hum of his name making his stomach flip.

“Mm–” he clears his throat, sitting up on the chair fully, reaching out a hand as you remove your gloves.

“Well, come here then.”

You feel his fingers close around your wrist as he tugs you closer, bringing your body between his legs.

The heat curls through your stomach now, watching the way his pretty, almond shaped eyes find your icy stare.

But his hands snake up your back, slipping under the thin material, and you melt into his touch.

You’re rarely the first to lean in for a kiss, but today, you suppose that trend can be bucked.

You find yourself drawn in, then he forcefully grips your body and presses your chest up against his, your lips colliding with heat.

He pulls you up onto the chair now, watching you strip your top, making him lose all his cool and press needy kisses over your bare chest.

You’re totally embarrassed by the whimpers that escape your throat, feeling the way he sucks so harshly at your pierced nipples, leaving little marks over your inked skin.

Your belt is being tugged at, pants being forced open as he gets frustrated with the material.

You stand, quickly ridding them, exposing the skimpiest thong, ensuring to turn and show him the back.

“Get–” he stutters, hands reaching out for you again, “get back up here, right fucking now.”

He grabs at your waist, slipping his fingers down your panties, gliding over that little swollen clit, letting out satisfied hums of your name when he feels your slick.

“S-so fucking pretty,” he lets out a breathy whisper, circling you with dexterous fingers.

And he gets you cumming in the palm of his hand so easily.

“Yes, let go, fuck–” he watches you come undone, his voice getting low and raspy, and endlessly seductive.

“Let me taste you,” he moans into your mouth, hanging wide from your long orgasm, “please.”

So polite, you think, nodding instantly as his hands pin you to the chair.

He kneels, pulling a hairband from his wrist, elegant hands securing his locks in a neat topknot.

So pretty, you think, watching him spread your thighs and give you long, slow licks through your heat.

“Soaked,” he tongues your entrance now, his body moving on instinct as he starts to swallow you up.

“Fuck!! S-Suguru!!”

You’re feeling less shame now, with the way he’s eating you so fervently, dipping his head, swirling his tongue, keenly following every buck of your hips.

“Why’d you have to wear that little top today, hm?”

You let out a whimper, feeling him speed up his motions.

“F– f’ you—” you stammer, nails digging into the leather seat.

“Hm,” he smiles now, midnight eyes giving you a teasing look, “you shouldn’t have.”

“Th– thought you’d l-like it, Sugu–”

“Mm, well,” he builds you up now, between his sensual murmurs, “that’s where ‘m havin’ some trouble.”

He sucks at your clit, suddenly pushing you over the edge, head spinning as your thighs twitch in his big hands.

He lets you have your fun, encouraging you to ride his face through your giddy high, then brings you down with tender kisses.

“That top–” his eyes find the material discarded on the floor, “‘f I see you wearing it again, you’ll be getting much more than a tongue fucking.”

You quiver and shake at his words as he delivers a few final licks with the flat of his tongue, proceeding to kiss your legs and replace your panties.

You lay back on the chair, feeling overwhelmed with the pleasure he just gave you, watching him pick up his shirt, hiding his figure once again.

“See you for my next appointment, yeah?” He coos, sounding as cool as ever, placing a kiss on your lips.

You nod, still in a slight daze as he starts to saunter off.

“Sugu, you know you’re my favourite customer, right?”

“Yeah, I know.”

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#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #female reader #geto suguru #getou suguru x reader #jjk suguru #geto #geto x reader #18+ content #geto suguru smut #geto smut

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kitkatscabinet · 3 months

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Jealousy never looked so good

Pairing: Dean Winchester x gn reader

Prompt request from @crash-and-live: "Hey, is this asshole bothering you?"

Summary: Celebrations following a completed hunt take a turn when Dean gets a little protective.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: oral (m! receiving), slightly sub Dean, cringy smut

The noise filtering through the bar was comforting. Not obnoxiously loud but still lively enough to remind you that the people surrounding you enjoying their night were alive. Free and careless in their mirth, unaware of the dangers that lurked in the dark that they couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

It was exhausting sometimes, being surrounded by the ignorance of the general populace. But on nights like this one, when you’d finished a hunt and were celebrating a job well done, you could allow yourself to enjoy it. Even Sam hadn’t been opposed to spending an extra night in town, promising to be the designated driver for you and Dean.

Leaning against the bar you flagged down one of the bartenders, only to recoil in disgust at the stickiness of the wooden tabletop. Grabbing a napkin you dabbed somewhat clumsil, courtesy of the four drinks coursing through your blood, at your arm. Frustration threatens to overwhelm when you can’t seem to get rid of the lingering stickiness and you quickly turned to watch disinterestedly as the man behind the counter poured Dean’s beer. Scrunching your nose up in slight disgust at your friend’s drink of choice.

“Not a fan of beer?” The masculine voice suddenly speaking up from your left startled you slightly, some remnant nerves from the hunt making you a little jumpier than usual.

“Not at all,” you snorted, turning back towards the bar and hoping the curt response would give the stranger next to you a clue. Unfortunately, as was common with men in bars he didn’t seem to catch the hint, sliding in even closer to you.

“You know I’ve seen you around, this past week,” he stumbled over his words a little, rushing to elaborate when you’d raised a brow at his somewhat creepy statement. Your initial outlook on him changed slightly then, and you allowed yourself to turn and face him fully. He was cute, not at all your usual type. Not Dean.

You quickly banish that thought from your mind. Traveling with the two brother’s for so long meant opportunities like this were few and far between and well, beggars couldn’t be choosers.

“Yeah, its uh, my last night here actually,” you smiled flirtatiously, leaning on the bar once more this time ignoring the lingering sticky feeling on the skin of your bare arm.

The man faltered a little at that news but quickly regained his nerve, leaning in so there was hardly any space between the two of you. “Really? Guess I better make the most of it then.” You aren’t given the chance to respond, the flirty retort dying on your tongue when a muscular arm wraps around your shoulders, tugging you into his side so you can smell him.

“Hey, this asshole bothering you?” His words are punctuated with his signature smirk that you both want to knock right off his face and kiss. Dean’s apple green eyes are gazing over your face, not even bothering to look at the now floundering man standing opposite you. He’s trying to be casual but you can feel the tenseness of his warm body against your side and his usually mischevous eyes are painted just a little too dark to be lighthearted.

“Hey man -” the stranger, who’s name you hadn’t even gotten, was abruptly cut off by Dean finally turning his now deadly glare towards him. The two stare each other down and though you should be offended by the alpha male bullshit show happening in front of you, you can’t help the way your heart beats furiously against your chest because Dean’s the one doing it.

“You still here?” Dean scoffed and you watched with just a little bit of sick amusement as the man quickly scampered away, evidently not willing to get into it with the larger man.

Suddenly coming back to yourself you turned with a raised brows, “Um, what was that?” Dean simply shrugged, grabbing his beer and attempting to eturn to the booth where Sam was waiting but you weren’t willing to let things slide that easily. Grabbing his arm you spun him back around to face you, arms crossed and eyes narrowed like you were scolding a child. “Dean?”

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you,” he grumbled, still barely looking you in the eye and you scoffed in disbelief.

“The way he was looking at me?”

“Like you were just a piece of ass.” You rolled your eyes so hard at his hypocrisy that you were afraid they’d fall out of your head.

“You look at people like that all the time!”

“Well sorry for trying to look out for you.” He turns away, starting to walk back towards Sam in what you know will be his attempt to pretend the conversation never happened. You know how he works far too well and you’re not willing to back down and let him weasel his way out of this.

“Right because that’s what you were doing. Looking out for me? Not being an annoying cockblock?” He spins around, fire in his eyes and a nasty sneer on his face that you’d never once seen aimed your way. He stalked back towards you and just as you fear he’s going to continue this ridiculous argument he takes your face in your hands and kisses you.

Your brain stalls for a few seconds, eyes wide and staring at Dean’s unfairly pretty lashes before he pulls away just as quickly. "I don't like when people touch what's mine." He looks at your deer-in-headlights gaze before smirking so cockily that the urge to smack him rises once more.

If it was anyone else, you probably would have. Jealousy had never been a trait you'd found attractive in a partner. But like most things, you let it slide, hell you enjoyed it because it was Dean.

Channeling all your pent-up frustration and longing, you pull his face back down against yours and mash your lips against his violently. His hands make quick work of grasping your waist, squeezing just a little as he smirks into the kiss once more. Even after wanting him for so long the action pisses you off even more, and you reward him by biting down on his bottom lip hard.

Suddenly there’s a hand clasping down on your shoulder and pulling you back from your lip locking shenanigans, “Ok. I think it’s time to go.” You want to cuss Sam out for taking over the role as the family cock block but Dean beats you to it.

Nonetheless, you follow Sam out to the car like a dejected puppy, which in turn makes Dean follow you, one of his large hands wrapped around your own. When you slide into the backseat the older Winchester follows and you let out a displeased grunt when he squishes you beneath him. Though your displeasure quickly turns into a laugh as he manoueveres you until you’re practically sat atop of him.

From the drivers seat Sam gags a little, though your pity for him quickly evaporates when Dean pulls you into another kiss and you forget everything else outside the feel of Dean’s lips against yours.

Luckily for everyone involved, the drive to the dingy motel was short and you barely notice Sam’s hasty exit until the impala door slams shut. “Finally,” Dean groans against the skin of your neck, you’re not entirely sure if he’s talking about Sam leaving or the fact your hands are working on freeing him from his jeans, but you don’t particularly care right now.

His own hands are making quick work of your clothes, a satisfied grunt escaping him when he finally lays eyes on your bare chest. Mouth dipping to nip at the new expanse of skin on show, “gorgeous, fuck, wanted this for so long,” he pants between kisses and bites.

“Oh yeah? How long?” High on the power his words have given you, you don’t really give him a fair chance to answer before your hand wraps around the base of his cock. You stroke him leisurely for a few seconds before stopping, heat pooling in your gut when he practically whines. “I asked you a question baby.”

“Fuck.” He whimpers into your ear, hips bucking up into your hand until you force him to stay still with your free hand, “years, since I first saw you in those tight ass jeans.”

“Guess we better start making up for lost time.” It’s somewhat awkward given the lack of space in the back of the impala, of which Dean’s bulk is taking up most of, but you drop to your knees and take him in your mouth with no warning.

Dean throws his head back so hard he smacks it against the window but it hardly deters him from letting out a broken moan. “Oh, fuck yes. Just like that baby,” he starts to babble, one hand gripping the front seat of the impala like a life line as the other snakes around the lay on the back of your neck.

Suddenly his hips buck up once more, causing you to gag and pull back, your hand once again pressing down on his waist to keep him still. At the loss of your touch his eyes fly open, looking down at you in desperation. “You wanna cum? Then be a good boy and stay still,” you command.

To your surprise he nods frantically at your words, “promise. I’ll be good. I’ll stay still, just please touch me.” There’s a slightly pathetic need in his laboured words that has you impatiently taking his cock back into your mouth, suddenly desperate to pull more of those noises from him.

You can feel him struggling to stay still below you, his thighs trembling as you bring him rapidly closer to the edge. Swirling your tongue over the tip of his throbbing dick, you take notice of the way his body suddenly tenses, pulling back a little as he cums on your tongue.

Your hands massage his thighs gently and you give him a few seconds before you pull away, swallowing as Dean watched the action with wide lust blow pupils. The impala reeks of sweat and sex already and is filled with sound of you both attempting to catch your breath.

Suddenly Dean’s pulling his jeans back up and you only experience a few seconds of confusion and hurt as he awkwardly opens the door. Though he’s quick to assuage you as his hands tug insitently at yours, trying to pull you towards the motel door even faster, “bed, now.”

You don’t fight against that and you definitely don’t fight when he all but shoves you onto the mattress in your temporary room, ducking to his knees before you and tearing your pants down your legs like a man possessed.

You’ll apologise to Sam for the noise in the morning.

Taglist: @ghostslillady @dumb-fawkin-bitch @jumpofmyclif

#x reader #kat's asks #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #supernatural

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theminecraftbee · 2 months

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so, first, accountability statement: I plan on trying to finish the “zedaph steals a baby” fic by the end of the month and god is that one-line summary no longer accurate but we’re sticking to it, said here publicly so now I have to do it. obviously I also have recursive exchange and the writing I have for hotguy comics zine, but I am not SUPER worried about either of those time/inspiration-wise at the moment and also for Reasons I know it won’t be long until I have more free writing time after that, SO.

various items that are on my potential writing docket, I am curious which of these appeal most:

I dust off the supervillain support group au. two ways this could go: I chip away at the second arc of my original outline and acknowledge this will be like a 300k fic I’m not ready to feel “done” with or “ready to post” with for ages, or I re-work it into something a little more doable and less ambitious keeping the same premise (ren runs a support group for supervillains, doc pov as he starts to heal and redeem himself). this MAY honestly be a target for “if I don’t hate the first 50k on re-reading it and I can actually make my brain write the second arc, do a slower release schedule and then start releasing chapters before I’m done writing”? but this ALSO runs the risk of “I stopped writing it, which is often a sign I was having trouble writing it”.

pearl monster au, which has been cooking in my head for a long while. the basic premise is “one day, pearl, with no memory of how or why this happened, wakes up in a facility as a monster and must try to figure out how she got there, escape, and find her way home, even knowing she may be irrevocably changed”. now with bonus season 10 fish flavor to add to this creature design I’ve been iterating on in my head for forever! this one is ALSO an experiment for me in “can I write a fic where I can’t write dialogue for basically the entire first act”, which would be interesting to see from me, you know?

the related “bigb folklore au”, where after secret life bigb is woken up by Cat and Dog by the tracks of the King Snake, which bigb can recognize as the railroad track, and decides to journey down the railroad to see if he can figure out what the fuck is going on. I need to do video review of life series bigb for this one. this is my excuse to get Weird and Metaphorical and also assign everyone to various animals for no reason, along with using some very specific aesthetic I have wanted to use for some worldbuilding but hadn’t gotten around to yet in any of my stuff. man walks through the desert with animal, confronts train that might be the watchers, might be death, and might just be a train. also, realizes that “confront” is the operative word there and has to deal with that. you know how it is.

““office au””, in air quotes because it’s not REALLY what anyone going to an office au is looking for so much as an excuse to write weird horror. iskall, normal-ish software developer man in a boring office job who does game jams in his free time, goes to work one day to work in his boring downtown office on a payment system for a client. and then things, uh, Take A Turn. this would be a LITTLE me going “what if I wrote an au with a guy who works in tech but like, the boring side of tech I’m in. like, banks and consulting and manufacturing and shit. where you sit in meetings all day and tweak java 8 code even though that language is ten years out of date. but THEN. something exciting happens in the worst way possible.” I’m doing to iskall what I did to mumbo stuffed bird is what I’m saying. it’d be fun.

DO ANY OF THESE PARTICULARLY INTEREST ANYONE. your input will be valued. like 50% chance i get hit with a strong bolt of inspiration then IGNORE that input but it’ll be valued all the same,

#note that me telling you about these ideas is ALSO accountability #on account of both ‘anyone can make whatever based on my things forever’ meaning one of you could make one now #and on account of people will start asking me about them on rare occasion now lol

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thepremedthatwrites · 1 year

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Handle Yourself

Hey! Could you do a a fic about riding Edmund's thigh while he's studying??? Or A nsfw Alphabet for Edmund please? Thank you so much!

warning: smut below the cut

I let out a huff as the book fell from my hands and onto the bed. My eyes had started to hurt as I strained to read the small text and I felt the need to take a break. Edmund turned from his seat at the desk, a smirk on his face. “Need a break already, love?”

“And what if I do?” I asked, rolling onto my back and stretching my body. “I’ve already been reading for a good fifteen minutes, which is a lot for such a boring book.” He let out a chuckle as he turned back around, already starting to refocus on his own work. I stared at the book sitting next to me in disgust, not wanting to even think about picking it up again. Instead, I turned to look at Edmund who seemed to be deep in thought as he read from his chemistry textbook. I’d always admired his work ethic and how he was able to continue studying for long periods of time, no matter how tedious the subject may be.

His back muscles were tense as he hunched over the desk, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He rested his head in one hand, the other assigned to flip the pages of the textbook. I admired how his biceps flexed slightly underneath his t shirt, making the fabric wrap tightly around his skin. His lips were slightly apart as he read. I wanted to kiss them so badly but I knew he was too focused to do anything.

But what if I were to convince him otherwise? I wondered what it would take to break the spell of concentration Edmund was under. I imagined running my hands through his dark hair, letting my breath tickle his neck. Would that do the trick? Or would he need more stimulus? I doubted it. I knew just a look could send him into a frenzy if I tried hard enough. I walked over to him, resting my hands on his shoulders. I slowly started to move my hands, working his tense muscles. He let out a soft hum at this. I felt him started to relax. I leaned down so that my mouth was next to his ear. “Why don’t you take a break?” I suggested in a low voice. His took a deep breath before turning to me.

“You know I need to do well on this exam, (y/n),” he said.

“I know, but you also can’t tire yourself out.” I gave him a soft kiss on his neck, right behind the ear, and I felt him let out a shudder.

“You’re only saying that because you want something. Isn’t that right, love?” I let out a soft chuckle.

“Perhaps. But I have a feeling you want it as well.” He let out a strangled moan as I planted another kiss, this time near his jawline. I allowed my hand to rest on his thigh as I leaned over his shoulder to look at his textbook. “You can’t possibly be able to read this for such an extended amount of time.” Edmund placed his hand on top of mine, his thumb slowly rubbing circles on my hand.

“Look, I really need to at least finish this chapter. Why don’t you be a good girl and handle yourself until I can help.” I let out a dissatisfied noise before climbing into his lap. Edmund let out a chuckle as his hands grabbed onto my waist. “And what exactly are you doing?”

“I need your touch,” I whispered, already starting to grind onto his crotch where I could feel something start to grow.

“(Y/n),” he said in a half-moan. “I need to be able to focus. Could you please move? Just a bit.” I relented so that I was now straddling his right thigh instead of his lap. I let out a soft gasp at the friction as I moved. “That’s a good girl,” Edmund said in a low voice, giving me a soft kiss on my neck.

I started to move my hips, feeling the wetness between my thighs grow as I moved. I let soft moan escape my mouth, making sure they stayed quiet enough that they wouldn’t distract Edmund who continued to read his textbook. One of his hands rested on my waist, offering me some support, while his other hand remained designated to flip the pages. I started to move faster as the pleasure grew. Edmund had started to chew on his lip and although he seemed to be concentrated on the page his was reading, his face had started to turn a light pink. My moans had started to become slightly louder and my voice jumped an octave when he lifted his thigh, adding more pressure. A smirk grew on his face as he did this and I had to bury my face into his neck.

I savored his scent as I continued to grind on him. My moans had turned to desperate pants as I chased my high. It came to me in a wave, crashing over me and leaving me gasping for air. Edmund let out a low moan, his grip on my waist tightening as my body convulsed with pleasure. After a moment, I started to calm down and sat up right on his thigh. He didn’t wait to kiss me. It was rough and bruising and as he continued to kiss me, he lifted me up. I felt my back hit the soft material of our bed as he started to move his kisses from my lips to my neck. I barely had time to catch my breath.

“Damn you,” he said into my ear, his hands running up and down my body. “Now, after I fuck you, I’m going to have to reread my chapter.”

#king edmund the just #edmund pevensie #edmund pevensie fanfic #edmund pevensie imagine #edmund pevensie oneshot #edmund pevensie smut #edmund pevensie x y/n #edmund pevensie x reader #narnia imagine #narnia smut #narnia fanfiction #narnia #the chronicles of narnia

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deepdarkdelights · 1 year

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Awake? | Jin x Reader

Pairing: (Soft-ish) Yandere Android Jin x Reader

Word Count: 8.0k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Touching, Stalking (technically), Murder, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not By Jin), Choking (Not by Jin), Slapping (Not By Jin)

Note: This is based on the Playstation game Detroit Become Human

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals.

Preview: Androids had always been incredibly efficient, that was their designed purpose after all, to make human life easier. And because of that, humans often chose the easier option. The human population had fallen to its lowest numbers in centuries and it was predicted that it would fall even more. Synthetic love was far more appealing than its organic counterpart. You could have anyone you wanted, they could look however you wanted, they would always be agreeable and it was achievable for a cost.

A/N: A fair warning as always, this is not yet edited lol. I always feel so bad that I make you guys wait so long for a fic so I roll it out as quickly as possible. I don’t really anticipate this doing very well for a few reasons, but mainly because it’s so far from anything I’ve written before. Hopefully, some of you will enjoy it, and if you don’t I’m sorry I made you wait so long for something you didn’t want 😭 Anyways, I hope you enjoy and I can’t wait to see you in my inbox and the comments, love you 💜💜💜

This fic is dedicated to @softie00 thank you so much for your encouragement, kindness, and help with making this work come to fruition 💜

The world was almost nothing like it had been before.

As a child, your grandparents had delivered you stories that were nothing more than fairytales to you. A world where trees enveloped the land in massive waves of emerald green that rivaled that of the ocean. It was a place where if you were quiet, patient, and lucky enough you could spot a family of deer grazing in your backyard. They spun tales of endless days of summer spent barefoot running through the grass while catching fireflies - something you had never seen outside of an image.

The world that they knew had died a long time ago. It was their grandparents that had started it, and it was their generation that had finished it.

What had once been a quiet suburban community was now dwarfed by hulking shapes of concrete, metal and glass. Artificial had taken over. What greenery was left was preserved, but no human civilian had been granted the right to step foot on that land, those small pockets that remained were left untouched and uninhabited by your kind.

It wasn’t just your community that had become a city, a community that you had not been alive to remember, but everywhere else as well.

And it was because of the androids.

The first one that had been revealed had shocked the entire world because of its human likeness - it was so perfect that even the trained eye was unable to decipher whether it was man or machine. And then suddenly the world was flooded with them. Factories began sprouting like uncontrollable weeds and around them grew cities that tore up the earth and cemented their place. The world had become a concrete jungle.

Androids quickly began to multiply, their numbers rivaling even that of the human population. But they were much easier to spot now. Their programming had been changed to help with that, their mannerisms a bit more formal, their voices slightly stilted, and upon their temple was a small LED disk that symbolized their status.

Androids had always been incredibly efficient, that was their designed purpose after all, to make human life easier. And because of that, humans often chose the easier option. The human population had fallen to its lowest numbers in centuries and it was predicted that it would fall even more. Synthetic love was far more appealing than its organic counterpart. You could have anyone you wanted, they could look however you wanted, they would always be agreeable and it was achievable for a cost.

But not everyone could afford their own personal android, the basic models still being priced at around $8,000 and those androids were just for helping around the house. So the comfort industry boomed. Love hotels soon followed, places where you could rent an android for pleasure and have their memory bank wiped immediately after. Human interaction was no longer a necessary requirement but an option.

And you, well, you couldn’t consider yourself all that much better.

You wearily blinked, your eyes stinging from the bright LED light that hung above you. You huddled beneath your umbrella for protection from the thick torrents of rain as the sign flickered gently.

“Awake?” The sign read, as if it were taunting you.

A long string of nights filled with insomnia had led you to this point, pathetically drenched in rain as you stood outside of an android establishment. The comfort industry extended to all areas, not just pleasure.

You hesitantly stepped through the sliding doors and were greeted by a dimly lit lobby. It was completely devoid of human life, but several androids were there attending to seemingly unnecessary tasks like dusting an already clean surface or straightening an unused pillow on one of the lounges.

You hurriedly rushed by them, not wanting to garner too much attention as you already felt pretty pathetic about your situation. As soon as you stopped at the front desk, the android behind it greeted you.

“Hello, my name is Celene, are you interested in our cuddle-bot service tonight?” She asked with a gentle smile.

You cringed at the name, your finger digging into your palm in a show of anxiety as you forced a pleasant smile. It wasn’t the androids’ fault that some human had come up with such a belittling name for their service.

“Yes, please,” You mumbled in response.

“Alright, I’d be happy to get you started,” She grinned, her LED spinning yellow as she processed your command, “If you look at the screen to your right you can customize your visit. You can pick your android model, appearance, sex, duration of stay, and tailor your experience that will best help you achieve your desired goal for your visit. If you have any questions, I would be happy to help.”

A glass screen beside you lit up revealing several multiple choice questions that you could answer such as: what is the reason for your visit? How long has this problem persisted? What do you find comforting? What scents do you prefer? So on and so forth.

The questionnaire wasn’t exhaustive but it was not short by any means. But the quality of the service so far had begun to ignite some hope within you. This was the only other option you could think of to deal with your insomnia, you felt as if you had exhausted all other options.

There was one section in particular that grabbed your attention, the final section titled “Scenario.”

“Celene, what does ‘Scenario,” mean?” You asked.

“Scenario allows you to further customize your experience by enhancing the personality of your chosen android. It is similar to role-playing. We have a few options available. The boyfriend or girlfriend scenario will have a much more intimate approach whereas the caregiver scenario has a familial or parental approach, to name a few.”

You pursed your lips in thought as you scrolled through the scenarios, pretending as if you hadn’t already chosen yours the second Celene has mentioned it. To put it lightly, you were just as starved of affection as you were of sleep. The whole debacle of synthetic versus organic love had affected your generation the hardest. The dating pool was halved by the presence of androids and as a result you had never dated anyone before.

But still, you read each scenario title before ultimately scrolling back and picking the one that you wanted: “Boyfriend Scenario.”

The screen flashed, processing your commands, before switching to the last page. It was time to choose your android. The selection was surprisingly wide, but of course all androids fell in the same age bracket; all appearing youthful and beautiful so beautiful that it was almost uncanny.

You bit your lip and furrowed your brows in thought as you swiped through all of the selections. There wasn’t anything necessarily wrong with them, but you also didn’t know what exactly it was you were looking for.

“May I make a suggestion, miss?” Celene asked, causing you to jump as you had forgotten her presence. “A new line has been released for testing, if you choose an android from that new model you will receive a discount for participating in the trial period.”

While the service wasn’t too expensive, it was still money being taken away from your daily expenses and unfortunately you were never one to walk away from a good deal. That was something your mother had instilled in you with great success.

And so, you agreed. Celene’s LED spun yellow once more before the page before you was filled with seven new images of androids. All of them had face molds you hadn’t seen before, each with their own charm and subtle imperfections that only served to make them more attractive and more human-like. But there was one in particular that caught your eye.

There was something about him that gave you the feeling of a person you could pretend you were in a long-term relationship with. He had the boyfriend look to him. Maybe it was his longer slightly curly brown hair, his big brown eyes, or even his plush pouty lips. There was something about him that comforted you, something that felt like coming back to your warm bed on a cold rainy day.

With a simple touch of your fingertip it was decided.

“That one is a wonderful choice, it will be sure to help you get a good night’s sleep,” Celene nodded before smoothly rounding the desk, “If you follow me I will lead you to your room.”

You followed Celene like a lost puppy, keeping close to her as she led you into the back of the building and through various hallways. The rest of the building was similar to the entrance. It was all lit with a soft yellow light that reflected off of the polished surfaces. But it was also eerily empty. You could only assume it was because everyone else had checked in much earlier than you had. That thought was far more comforting than the idea of being the only human being in the entire building.

All of the hallways were lined with doors, there were so many that it almost seemed never ending. But maybe that was your insomnia laced brain playing tricks on you. After a short while Celene stopped in front of one door in particular that appeared no different or special from any of the other ones you had passed.

“This door will only open with your fingerprint or in the case of an emergency during your stay. If there is anything you need your android can contact the front desk and I can prepare it for you. We hope that you enjoy your stay.”

“Thank you, Celene,” You said with a slight jerk of your head and a tight lipped smile.

“It is my pleasure,” She said before returning your smile and taking her leave.

Once she disappeared around the corner you allowed yourself to let out a deep exhale, your shoulders relaxing as you were left alone. You were exhausted but you were also incredibly nervous. You were sure this was going to be awkward at first, there was nothing normal about cuddling someone the first time you met them. Although, he was probably used to it. He wasn’t human after all, he didn’t have those types of feelings or any at all really.

So, with a swift crack of your neck, you pressed your thumb against the door plate and stepped inside once it slid open.

The room was rather plain. Everything was white, gray, or a soft beige color and the furniture was very minimal. There was a comfortable looking bed, a decent sized couch, and some cushioned mats on the floor on the lower split level of the room. You could only assume it was to give you the option to choose what was most comfortable.

You noticed that the walls were also screens. Some of them looked like they were disguised as windows, but with a close inspection you realized that they were simulation screens. You could choose the environment you wished to view.

And, outside of those main features, he was there.

When you had entered he was sitting on the ground, on the edge of the split level platform staring at the blank screens. But he was looking at you now, his head turned to look over his shoulder towards you.

While the other androids you had met seemed human, he was the most human looking one you had ever seen. The smile that spread over his lips was infectious as he rose to greet you.

“You’re home! But look at you, you’re completely soaked,” He tutted, pulling off your rain jacket and rushing to hang it up. “I’m sure you’ve had a long day, have you eaten?”

It took you a moment to respond, still taken aback by his fluid motions and manner of speaking. He was unlike any android you had ever met, that was for sure. He just seemed so unlike them.

“Hello? Is anyone home?” He teased you, tapping you gently on the top of your head, “You must have had a long day if that was a hard question.”

“I ate,” You finally said, your fingers playing with one another awkwardly.

“That’s good to hear, I’m very proud of you.” He said, smoothing out the locks of your hair his impish actions had disrupted.

You couldn’t deny the warmth that flushed through your body from his praise. The older you got the less often you heard that someone was proud of you. And it was much more special when someone that looked the way he did told you that.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

His face twitched slightly, the lenses of his pupils dilating and contracting as his LED spun yellow. The pleasant smile dropped off of his face and it went stoic, like his programming was momentarily paused as he processed a dialogue that didn’t quite fit. It was chilling to see someone who once appeared so human drop their persona and show their hidden nature. It was another reminder that none of this was real.

“What would you like to call me?” He finally asked, his expression still flat and devoid of simulated emotion.

You were stumped for a moment and unnerved by his unblinking stare that refused to leave you. In a moment of panic you uttered the first male name that came to your mind, the name of a boy that you had a crush on in high school that never noticed you.

“Jin? Is that okay, do you like that?”

“My name is Jin,” His LED spun blue, his eyes finally blinking once more as his subtle pleasant smile returned, “Silly girl, we’ve been together for so long and you can’t remember my name? If I didn’t think you were tired before, I definitely do now.”

“Right, I’m sorry about that,” You apologized, it seemed like going along with it was the best answer you could come up with.

“Come on sleepy girl, let’s get you ready for bed,” He hummed while grabbing you by the wrist and guiding you towards the bathroom where a set of comfortable looking sleepwear was laid out. “Take your time, I’ll be right outside.”

Once the door closed and you were left alone you were able to relax for a moment. The tension in your shoulders wasn’t entirely from anxiety but now a result of the interest and excitement you couldn’t deny you had. While Jin had slipped up for a moment, when he was working as designed he was perfect. He wasn’t clingy but he also wasn’t distant. He was teasing but not hurtful, and he knew how to praise you.

You were beginning to realize that there was some truth to what the others believed, androids could be easier.

When you had finally changed and emerged from the bathroom you could see that Jin had been keeping himself busy in your absence. The lighting in the room had shifted, it had become dimmer and much more soothing. There was a scent in the air as well, one you recognized as what you had answered in your survey not that long ago.

The android himself was pulling the blankets and sheets back from the bed, preparing it for you and you assumed himself as well.

“There you are,” He said, pausing his work to cross the room, “I have everything ready, would you like to pick the environment tonight?”

You gingerly retrieved the remote from his hands and swiftly scrolled through the options before picking your tried and true classic and floating it up on the simulation screens. The floor to ceiling windows that previously appeared to have their blinds closed were now open revealing a murky city skyline with soft lights accompanied by rain and thunder. It was not unlike the actual weather you had fought through to get there.

“Hm, I think that’s everything then. Are you ready for bed?” He asked.

“Let’s give it a try,” You said with a nod.

Jin moved before you did, climbing into the bed easily and fluffing up the pillows behind him before looking up at you expectantly.

God, this was so weird.

You stiffly climbed in beside him and sank down into the mattress, allowing him to pull the blankets up over the both of you. You were closer to the edge of the mattress, purposefully trying to keep as much space between the two of you as possible despite paying for the opposite. You hadn’t shared a bed with someone since you were young and it had never been someone of the opposite gender. And while Jin wasn’t human, he still looked like a man and that was cause for some hesitance and shyness.

Jin being the perfect android that he was quickly took notice of this. Instead of saying anything he raised his arm, opening up his chest to you while simultaneously pitching the blanket up. Quietly and slowly you shuffled across the mattress and allowed him to wrap his arms around you and pull you into his chest.

You were momentarily startled by the discovery that he was warm and soft beneath your fingers like a real human body. And, even more surprisingly, there was a solid thump emanating from his chest right where your ear was pressed against. Androids operated on a fluid system, this meant that his pump had been placed in his chest much like a human heart. Whoever made him had done so with intricate detail and care to make him blend in as seamlessly as possible. The only thing that reminded you of his nature was the steady, soft blue swirl of his LED.

“What are you thinking about?” He finally asked, his fingers now gently stroking a pattern across your cheek and up over your temple. It was repetitive, light, and evidently soothing as it spurred a yawn from you that was rather surprising.

“This isn’t as scary as I thought it would be,” You admitted. That was partially the truth, but you thought it better you didn’t instill an existential crisis into the android by telling him about how human he seemed.

“Why would sleeping with your boyfriend be scary?” The android chuckled.

“Don’t say it like that!” You groaned, pressing your face further into his chest in utter embarrassment.

The android hummed in response, curling his arms around you in a firmer hold, the compression soothing you as well as your anxiety. He seemed pleased with himself, like it had been his plan to embarrass you into his embrace.

“There’s no reason to be scared of me, I’m here to take care of you,” He explained, smoothing his palm up and down your back in gentle strokes.

“That’s not what I was worried about.”

“No? What were you worried about then?”

“That this wouldn’t work.”

A beat of silence followed but the android didn’t cease his soothing actions. You could tell from the gentle yellow glow from his temple that he was thoroughly processing your words.

“You haven’t been able to sleep in a long time?” He finally asked.

“No, not for a very long while.”

“Can I ask why?”

“It’s too quiet in my apartment. It’s just me and the loneliness sometimes becomes too much. Sometimes I go so many days alone that when I finally do see other people my voice doesn’t sound like my own and it hurts to talk. But I don’t even know anyone well enough to tell them about my life, my problems, or how I’m doing. And then by the time I get home and I finally lay down all of those thoughts become so loud in my head that sleep becomes impossible. And then I worry. I think about everything that bothers me. Every deadline, every irrational fear. It scares me so badly that sleep no longer becomes a possibility.”

You’re utterly surprised by the word vomit that flies out of your mouth. You never expected that you would divulge all of your fears to an android that you just met. But Jin was good, he was amazing at comforting and as a result pulling out any information that he needed to comfort you better.

“You’re not alone now though, are you?”

“...No.”

“Then there’s nothing to be afraid of. You can close your eyes and I’ll be here the entire time. I’ll make sure that you’re safe and I’ll be here when you wake up.” He says, his voice softer now. “I’ll take care of you.”

It felt like you had been adrift in the ever growing expanse of space. Like you had been dragged into the void without a single spot of starlight. It was terribly cold, dark, and lonely. It was terrifying. But now, it’s warm. Where you had once been adrift you were now anchored. And it wasn’t so lonely anymore.

You could feel your eyes tiring, it was becoming harder to keep them open each time you blinked. This was unfamiliar and startling, but the gentle touch of your android soothed you. You weren’t alone, it was safe to sleep.

“It’s okay, don’t fight it. I’ll look after you,” Jin whispered, his soft lips brushing over your forehead in a barely there kiss.

And, as if he had given you permission, you allowed your eyes to fall shut and felt the soft lull of sleep pull you under.

~~~~~~~

Androids were not meant to think. They were not created to care, but to serve. Unfortunately for him, he was made with the purpose to fulfill both of those things. To serve, and to care. But not to be human.

That very idea itself was flawed.

It was easy to follow protocol, to monitor your respiration, your heart rate, and your REM cycle. But it was harder to formulate a way to care for you. That required abstraction and abstraction is a very human thing.

Jin, as you had called him although he had had many different names, knew that he was different from the other androids he had encountered. They lacked dimension, they were computers with bodies, and he was something else entirely. But he was a being still bound by code and design. It was difficult to put a label as to what he was.

And with you, that label became even harder to define. He had a database full of information about human interaction and physical touch, yet his programming was stumped by you. You were unnecessarily kind, you didn’t call him “it,” and you didn’t demand anything of him. You were unlike the other patrons he had cared for before. You treated him like he was human and that was something he had never experienced before.

It didn’t make sense, it wasn’t logical.

He found himself staring at you now, your cheek flush with his chest and your hand curled into the fabric of his shirt like you were anchoring yourself to him - afraid that he would leave you as you dreamt. You were by no means perfect, he had never met someone who looked perfect when they were unconscious, but you were by all means adorable. If he were human, he could say that he liked you, that he enjoyed your presence.

But he wasn’t human, and this was his purpose. Nothing more, nothing less. That was what his programming demanded.

And even though he knew that to be true, even though he knew that you were asleep and no longer required comforting, there was something else inside him that drove him to subconsciously cup your face with one hand and gently stroke the skin there.

He could blame it once again on his programming, afterall the boyfriend experience protocol was driving his shell of a body, but there was this thrum inside of him. This feeling like he was trapped behind a glass wall and on the verge of breaking through it and finally taking control of his body.

It was wrong.

He was aware of the others that he was dangerously close to becoming like. Androids who were infected, ridden with a virus that corrupted their code and made them operate as if they were human. It made them think that they could feel. They were glitched, turncoats, deviants. And that was a sure fire way to be decommissioned and scrapped for parts.

But it was okay, that wouldn’t be him. He didn’t want anything, he couldn’t feel. It wasn’t anxiety that scrambled his processor, it was overstimulation from too much input. And if he could keep convincing himself that that was the truth, then he could avoid being decommissioned. He could keep seeing you.

You.

You were still asleep, blissfully unaware of the android at your side whose “mind” was racing. You didn’t need him right now, he didn’t need to be on still. And so, in an effort to quiet himself, he entered sleep mode.

This was the closest he would get to being human. This was the closest he would get to you. And from the outside, it certainly did look like two human lovers entwined, coming back to one another after a long day apart.

He too could pretend.

~~~~~~~

When you woke up he was still there, just like he had promised you. His warm touch was still there, cocooning you in a perfect embrace. He was awake, if that was what you could call it. There was a soft smile gracing his lips as he looked down at you, the still rising sun making his synthetic skin glow.

“How did you sleep?” He spoke first.

You blinked slowly, trying to shake the clinging threads of sleep from you before you could speak. And, as you fully woke up, you realized with a start that you had slept through the entire night. A task that had been so hard for so many years had been easily managed by him.

“I’ve never slept better,” You admitted with a gentle smile of your own.

“That’s good to hear, sweetheart,” He said, the new term of endearment sending warmth throughout your body, “Do you really have to go to work today?”

Still in character, he was able to remind you of the impending end of your session.

“You could stay, just for a little longer if you wanted to. We could have the rest of the morning to ourselves.”

“I really wish I could, but I have to go.”

A look of disappointment and sadness washed over his face and for a brief moment you could have sworn despair flickered over his features before an unsettling stoicness masked those simulated emotions. It was like his program was forcibly shut down. There was something upsetting about seeing him be filed away, about seeing Jin removed and the android returned.

You readied yourself for the day in silence, your body tense as you worried over Jin. It was clear that he wasn’t there anymore. His programming had been terminated when you declined to lengthen your session. You couldn’t understand the instant connection you felt with him, you could only chalk it up to the lack of attention and affection you had felt in your life. The comfort he had brought you, the gentle touches, the soothing smiles and words, it all had messed with your mind and in turn, your heart.

You lingered at the door of the room, his room. You couldn’t help but look back at him sadly. He was seated back where you had seen him for the first time the night before, on the ledge leading to the bottom split level. His back was facing you, you were unable to make out his expression but you were certain it was flat. Just a machine waiting for further instruction.

You hesitated, then swallowed, “Jin?”

He didn’t move.

“Will you…will you remember this? Me? At all?” You asked.

“Company policy dictates that the service androids memory banks be wiped within fifteen minutes of the end of the session in order to protect the privacy of the client.” He replied, his voice flat.

Your heart fell into your stomach.

You slowly approached him before sitting down beside him on his step. His gaze remained trained ahead of him, staring at a blank simulation screen.

“There isn’t a way that you can remember me?”

Silence.

“Jin?” His chin slightly jerked this time, something so subtle it could have been a muscle twitch if he were human.

“If the client were to make follow up sessions the data would be maintained and preserved. That of course comes with additional expenses.”

You pursed your lips in thought, your brows drawn together in concentration. It was easy to make a decision based on your emotions. Selfishly, you wanted him to remember you. You didn’t want him to forget about you like he had countless others. You didn’t want to be like the others.

You wanted to be special.

There was also the fact that you knew just a taste of what he had to offer would never be enough. Now that you knew he could help you, could give you the affection you were starved of, you wanted to keep him. It was a sound investment, it was a necessity. You needed him.

You let out a shaky breath and acted quickly before you could change your mind. You leaned forward and gently pressed a quick, shy kiss to his warm cheek. The android jerked in what could only be described as surprise before finally looking at you. The lenses of his eyes dilated and then shrunk in a fraction of a second. He was seeing you, really seeing you.

You left quickly after that, far too flustered to look at his beautiful face any longer after what you had done. That, and you had several more sessions to book in advance.

But, if you had lingered for a moment as the door swung shut you would have noticed the flash of emerald green that filled the room, the subtle chirp of wildlife, and the gentle thrum of thunder and light patter of rain.

The screens displayed a forest you hadn’t chosen.

~~~~~~~

He remembered you. And while that was good, that was also part of the problem.

He hated having other clients. And while there weren’t too many, there were enough that it bothered him. He often found himself replaying his stored memories of his time spent with you when he should have been monitoring his clients. It was a dangerous thing to do, if he was found out his memory would definitely be wiped for interfering with his service.

But the more time he spent with you, the harder it was to remind himself that he shouldn’t feel or think anything. He was parts, a computer, strings of ones and zeroes, he shouldn’t think or feel anything.

He didn’t want to be decommissioned - he didn’t want to die. But he also didn’t want to let go of you. That was no longer an option.

He knew you could see it too, you could see him slowly becoming human. And you did everything but discourage him. You asked him how his day was, what he did while he waited for you, what his favorite color was, what his favorite song was - questions no human had ever bothered to ask him before. And scarily enough he found he did have preferences which he shouldn’t have had in the first place. His favorite song was your favorite song, his favorite color was the color of your eyes, and all he ever thought about while he waited was you.

He had never wanted anything before, he never had desire. But now, he truly desired you. What he would give to keep you there with him, or better yet to come home with you. Then he could have you all to himself and he wouldn’t have to tend to other clients.

In the beginning, his program demanded that he treat you like his “girlfriend.” But at this point, he wasn’t sure where protocol began and his desires ended.

Even now as his new client entered the room he replayed his memories of you, the simulation screen alive with the forest. He was remembering the last time he had seen you, just another one of your many visits.

You had looked healthier than he had ever seen you. The tired, sickly look on your face had long ago disappeared and the slouch of your shoulders was replaced with confidence. He felt satisfied that he had done his job well, but he was far more satisfied with the knowledge that you were happier because of him.

“Welcome home, did you have a good day?” He asked with genuine interest.

“It was good enough, what about you?”

“It was good because I knew I would see you.” He said with a grin and a dramatic wink.

“I just got here and you’re already starting with me.” You rolled your eyes, a display of just how comfortable you had become around him.

“I can’t help it, you’re cute when you're flustered.”

“Alright, I’m leaving,” You teased, turning dramatically and shrugging your jacket back on.

The LED on his temple spun yellow, his hands trembled. His body moved without thinking and he quickly grabbed hold of your arm. You were startled, he could tell by your wide eyed, confused expression.

“No, don’t go.” He begged, his voice sounded breathless and even frightened.

You had spent many sessions with the android, and not once had you ever detected fear in his voice. You didn’t even think it was possible, what purpose would that have in his programming?

Once more, you were reminded of just how human the android seemed. There was a nagging suspicion in the back of your mind, an article you had read, a news story you had heard in passing about androids like him. But you didn’t want to admit that there was anything wrong with him, not when he had helped you more than he could possibly know.

“I’m not going anywhere, it’s okay.”

That seemed to calm him down, his hold on your arm loosening but not leaving. If you didn’t know any better you would think that he looked self conscious, anxious even, like he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to be.

That night, you cared for him instead.

There was a random moving playing in the background, the lights were dimmed, and the simulation screens were drawn shut. Your back was resting against the headboard of the bed while the android laid his head on your lap, his legs curled up and his arm wrapped around your thighs. Your fingers were mindlessly sifting through his hair, twirling the longer strands towards the bottom. His eyes had fluttered shut and his LED was thrumming a soft blue. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he was asleep.

Your heart shuddered as you stared at him, it wasn’t the first time that you had thought about how beautiful he was. He was everything you had ever wanted. He was funny, sweet, caring, and he made you feel as if you were perfect. You had never felt like that before. All your life you had been compared to the female modeled androids that were readily available. They were stunning, they always smiled, they were nurturing, and they always obeyed - they never disagreed.

But you also realized that you were no better than the men you had been surrounded by. Because here you were, finding comfort in an android instead of a “real” man. At the end of the day, you were paying for company. Jin only remembered you because he had to, it was his purpose. You weren’t special, you wanted to be, but you weren’t.

At that moment, you made a difficult decision. It was going to be your last night with Jin. You were human, he was an android. There was no future in that. You couldn’t keep coming back to him for the rest of your life, wasting away because you were a sad, lonely human who couldn’t find companionship with your own kind. If you didn’t end it soon then you never would.

You could feel your eyes burning with unshed tears as you traced the gentle contours of his face. You hadn’t intended to lie to him but you were going to have to leave him. You need to learn how to live your own life.

“Jin?” You whispered, your voice cracking from barely concealed emotion.

He slowly opened his eyes as he rolled over on your lap to face you, his big brown eyes staring up at you.

“Can I kiss you?”

The pump in his chest quickened, an occurrence which he could not explain. He had clients order him to do that before, if it comforted and helped them he was required to do it. But no one had ever asked him, he had always been ordered.

His LED was spinning rapidly, the bright yellow hue flashing in the darkness. He was processing, thinking over everything quickly. Instead of saying anything, he propped himself up on his elbow and gently took hold of your jaw before leaning in and connecting your lips with his own.

It was soft, warm, and sweet. Everything that you had expected it to be. But his gentle touches broke your heart, how were you supposed to leave when you had grown to care about him so much? It was hard to remember that he was a machine when his lips felt so gentle and warm, when his touch cooled your burning skin, and his strong hands pulled you into his lap. It felt like he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

But you knew better, it was his programming, he had to satisfy his client. That was why you refused to let it go any further and that was why you knew you wouldn’t be coming to your next session.

You weren’t special.

“Is this it then?” His current client huffed, stalling his memory as well as the swipe of his finger over his lower lip as he remembered your shy, hesitant kiss.

His client had been huffing and puffing for the past fifteen minutes, tossing and turning on her side - your side - of the bed in an attempt to garner his attention. He was failing to serve his purpose.

“Is something wrong?” He finally asked, giving her the attention she desired.

“I’m bored and unsatisfied. I paid all of this money just to lay here while you do nothing.” She grunted.

“Is there anything I can do to help improve your experience?” His programming took over.

A sudden look overcame her features, one that he couldn’t decipher but also knew he shouldn’t like. She tossed the blankets aside and crawled over to him, slinging her leg over his and climbing into his lap. He tensed beneath her touch, confused as to what she was doing.

“If I’m paying all of this money for you, I figure I should get my time well spent,” She explained, tugging at the buttons of his shirt.

His LED spun yellow, he didn’t like this. He didn’t want this, this wasn’t what his purpose was.

“My purpose is to help you sleep -”

“Then help me by tiring me out. You’re telling me people pay just to sleep here? That’s a load of crap. You’re no better than the bots at the fucking Eden Club.” She sneered.

The Eden Club, that was the “love hotel” in the seedier parts of the city. If she wanted that type of comfort she could have gone there.

“My purpose is -”

“Shut the fuck up!” She snapped, bringing her hand down across his face in one clean slap that snapped his head to the side.

It didn’t hurt, he didn’t have pain sensors, but it was surprising. It was scary.

“I’m sick and tired of your fucking mouth,” She hissed.

And then she was wrapping her hand around his throat, squeezing hard and pinning him down. He didn’t need to breathe, it didn’t hurt even though her nails had sliced through his synthetic skin and blue blood was rolling down his throat.

It didn’t hurt, he didn’t need to breathe, but he didn’t like it, he was scared.

He was scared.

He wanted to fight back, he wanted to throw her off and run but he couldn’t. He was locked down, his programming reminding him of the number one rule: never harm a human.

But his processor was scrambling. The room was green from the simulation screens, wild life chirped, she was tugging at his clothes, his blood was gliding down his neck, he couldn’t fucking move, and then there was you.

You. He didn’t want anyone to touch him, except for you.

It felt like he was throwing himself against solid glass - spider cracks slowly but surely spreading along its surface with each violent attack until it finally shattered and fell apart. And he could move.

He ripped her hand off of his throat and threw her off the bed, her body colliding so harshly with the hardwood floors that she rolled and cried out in pain.

His LED was a striking, vibrant red that pulsed in the dark. The fight for freedom was violent, and that was ensured when he grabbed hold of the lamp off of the night stand and connected it with her head over and over again until she couldn’t think or feel anything any more. Just like a machine.

Her red blood pooled onto the floor, soaking into the wood and everything it touched. He could see it all over his white shirt - feel the stickiness of it all over his hands, forearms, and face.

He was awake.

But as he felt immense relief, he also felt frightened. He was feeling everything all at once - happiness, anger, disgust, and fear. He had violated his prime directive. In his first moments of freedom he had killed a human being. And while the feeling of her blood on his skin disgusted him and sent unpleasant chills through his wiring he couldn’t find it in himself to feel bad. She was disgusting.

But he was panicking at the thought of his impending decommissioning. So he ran, he tore out of the building he had been in his entire life and took to the dark city streets. He already knew where he was going, he had pulled up your client profile from his data banks the minute he had stepped outside. He knew where you lived, had known this entire time, but now he was able to fulfill his wish. Finally, he would be the one coming home to you.

He could see your window of your apartment, the light was still on. Of course it was, you couldn’t sleep without him - you needed him just as much as he needed you. You were meant for each other. You needed to be taken care of and it was his job to take care of you. Even with his freedom he could see that goal flashing in his visual pathways - “Comfort your partner.”

He pounded on your door in rapid succession, not stopping until he heard your light footsteps approach and the door creaked open. You barely opened it a crack but that was enough for him to wedge his hand in between the door and its frame and force it open completely with his inhuman strength.

You stumbled backwards with a shriek of fright, convinced that someone was breaking into your apartment only for you to be stumped by the sight of your android slamming the door shut behind him.

“Jin? What are you doing here?” You managed to ask. To say you were surprised wasn’t even the beginning of it.

“I’m home.” He smiled, his eyes crinkling with joy.

“Oh - oh my god, what is that?!” You yelped, stepping away from him in fear as you finally caught sight of the blood all over his body. It was soaked into his shirt and pants, smeared over his hands and arms, and specks of it were sprayed over his face like gruesome freckles.

You knew that didn’t belong to him, his own “blue blood” stuck out in vibrant streaks down his throat.

“You’re scared,” He said, the smile falling from his face, “what’s wrong?”

He took a few steps forward only for you to scramble backwards, sliding around your kitchen counter in an attempt to try and barricade yourself from him. He was painted with human blood, you didn’t want to find out how it had gotten there.

He still didn’t understand. He hadn’t done anything wrong, well nothing wrong to you. Why were you shutting him out? He…he loved you, didn’t you love him? You had kissed him, you had comforted him. You had to love him too.

When he got too close your eyes shifted to your bedroom door behind him and you foolishly decided to make a run for it. You didn’t make it far, the android was too fast. He easily wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back into his chest - holding you tightly as you whimpered and thrashed like a wild animal caught in a snare.

“Comfort your partner” - his protocol still read.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” He cooed, his voice soft beside your ear, “Just relax, everything is fine. I’m here, I love you.”

His touch was leaving behind bloody handprints on your shirt and on your cheek as he cupped your face in an attempt to get you to look at him. Your body had finally fallen limp as you realized there was no fighting him.

You had tried denying it for so long, but Jin was corrupted. He had a virus like those others you had heard about. And he was dangerous. He said that he loved you, he held you like he loved you, kissed you like he loved you, but he was a murderer. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had murdered for you.

These were the consequences of falling in love with a machine. These were the consequences of an unnatural, artificial affection.

“I’m home now, it’s okay, neither of us ever has to be alone ever again.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple and then your cheek.

“Please, don’t hurt me.” You begged, a tear finally breaking free and cutting through the streak of red he had left behind on your face.

“I would never hurt you, I want to take care of you. I want to love you.”

He carefully scooped you up and carried you into your room, the place you had tried to escape to before was now a cage for you and your android. He climbed into your bed with you still in his grasp and proceeded to go through his usual routine of comforting you before bed. Although this time the sheets were stained red, his grip was a little too tight, and his LED was a rich red. Everything was red.

In the most twisted way possible, you had gotten your wish. You were special.

“It’s okay, don’t fight it. I’ll look after you,” Jin whispered, his familiar words taking on an entirely new meaning as you lost the tension in your body. Your arms that were locked out, pushing you away from him, collapsed and allowed him to pull you into his chest.

You could feel his nose pressed against your hair, his hands soothing over your back, his lips lightly pressed against your forehead. He was acting like nothing had changed, like the two of you had never left that place. Like you would be able to relax in his embrace.

Before, your room had been a part of your insomnia. Now, you were certain you would never be able to sleep again.

Your world was almost nothing like it had been before.

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Remus Lupin - Antidote

Pairing : (F/M) || Remus Lupin x Slytherin!Reader Word Count : 3.3k Warning : Mentions of injury. Prompts : “It’s not like I’m your girlfriend/boyfriend.” // “Don’t crawl back to me when things go south.” Prompt request is still open. You can find the link to the prompt list here.

Remus was never one to gossip. If anything, people whispering and giggling in his sacred sanctuary that is the library have always and forever will be the one pet peeve that would have him seething under his breath. He hates to have his focus interrupted by unnecessary noises. When he enters the library, finds himself his designated seat and opens whatever book it is in his hand he’s desperate to finish, Remus would tolerate no disruption to occur. But for this one time he decided to make an exception.

Afterall, who wouldn’t want to eavesdrop when her name was mentioned in a hushed voice?

“You can’t be serious.” The girl on the other side of the bookshelf said “She rejected Lucius? I thought they were the Slytherin couple of our year.”

The other girl snorted, her tone mocking, “They can’t really be a couple if she’s clung onto someone else’s arm, can they?”

“Someone else? Who?”

“Remus Lupin, of course! She’s been around those Marauders boys for quite some time now, haven’t you noticed? I could understand if she goes for Potter or Black, but Lupin? What exactly does that boy have compared to Lucius?”

Remus could feel the lump forming on his throat. The words cut through him deeply, making him bleed in silence with hurt half as painful as how each full moon had tortured him. He knew for a fact that the words those girls uttered were nothing but truth and it wasn’t the first time he’s doubted his worth when it comes to her. What exactly does he have that could be compared to Lucius or any other boy, really? With her wit and beauty, she deserves someone much better than a boy who wouldn’t even be able to hold a proper job once school is done in a year or two.

“There you are!” She says in a hushed tone, smiling wide as she takes a seat next to him “I’ve been looking for you all over the castle. You made me do quite a work out, you know.”

The boy remains silent, flashing a weak smile and averts his eyes back to his book.

“So I was thinking,” She says again, hands folded on top of the stack of his books “Since your Gryffindor lads are throwing a party tonight and seeing how we’re running out of your wolfy potion, I was thinking that maybe we could leave early and have a little brewing session instead? I mean, I don’t want to gamble your safety with the small vial we have left and the full moon is tomorrow, so I don’t think there’s any other time left to make the potion.”

“Sure,” He says flatly, trying to hide his quivering heart “Whatever you say.”

“Brilliant.” She replied, noticing the off gesture the boy’s showing but chose to ignore it “So how are you feeling? Did the potion I made have any effects?”

“I don't feel as tired as I usually am when the full moon’s approaching.” Remus says, this time putting his book down to give himself a chance to truly ponder his condition “I’m less agitated and I could actually focus on the books I’m reading. I’m also feeling less cranky than I usually am.”

She nods and smiles proudly, “Great, good, wonderful. Although I might have to challenge the last bit. You’re still a tad bit cranky, Remmy.”

“Well then that means you didn’t brew a good enough potion to fix it.”

“Or perhaps you’re simply a sore tosser.”

Remus rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight the small tugging of the corner of his lips.

Returning the smile, she takes out her own books and begins to dive her nose in the thick potion books she’s brought. Remus would never admit it aloud, but he finds her most beautiful when her eyebrows are scrunched, lips moving silently as she reads the words of the pages, trying to understand and memories the recipes and instructions to brew a potion. People always praise Snape for his gifted skills in potions but Remus would bet all the money in his pocket on her if they ever challenge each other.

The memory of how they first became friends slowly washes over him. It was back in third year, Remus limping and bleeding here and there after a tough night with Sirius and James each on his side to support him back to the castle. It was as if the universe finally pitied him that they bumped into the Slytherin girl who has just finished illegally brewing a healing potion by the abandoned lavatory. Sirius was sceptical of her at first, coming from the House of Snakes and all, leading to a mouthful argument that ended abruptly when Remus snatched the bottle of potion from her hand and gulped it down to its last drop. The potion wasn’t that powerful but it was enough to stop his wounds from bleeding.

The rest has been history since.

Every month leading to the full moon, she would brew potions to help ease him. From healing potions to mood controlling ones, she’s cooked each and every single one of them only for Remus. She’s asked him about his preferences, effect and taste wise, not wanting to repeat that one mistake where she put too much wolfsbane and made him vomit the inside of his stomach for 3 days straight.

Remus could never repay her kindness, he knows it. And he sure didn’t mean to fall in love with her, some months after their first encounter. Sure she could get cocky at times with her sharp proficiency in potions, a trait that showcases why she was placed in Slytherin, but under her arrogant bravado, she’s a very caring and affectionate girl. Besides, Remus thought, with her crisp skillset, it’s only rightful of her to feel cocky on said field.

“See this,” She says as she points to her book, breaking Remus’ train of thought “It says it could suppress the effects of lycanthropy. Do you suppose you could take this? It’s quite a lot of wolfsbane for a potion.”

Remus raised his brows as he read the ingredients, “I’m more surprised that you didn’t mind the full vial of dragon blood. Where would you plan to get that?”

“I’ll find my way.” She shrugs, taking the book to her possession again “I’m asking you about the wolfsbane because I remember the time-”

“You put too much wolfsbane on my tonic, yes, I know. You say that every other time you find a new potion you’d want to try.” Remus cuts in with a mocking tone “I don’t know how you did it but every other potion you said would be gruesome turned to be light, nothing my stomach couldn’t bear. If you really want to try new potions, I’m up for it. I can take it, you don’t have to worry about me throwing up again.”

She rolls her eyes, “I’m only trying to make sure that you’ll come out alive. Seeing you get hurt hurts me too, you know.”

Remus smiles lightly, not uttering another word.

He tries to look back down to his own book and fist fights every butterfly flying in his stomach. She’s always been this compassionate, there’s really no reason for him to feel this much in bliss and fluster, but Remus simply couldn’t hold it. With every passing day, the feelings he’s hoarding for her only grows bigger and stronger, and anytime soon it’ll explode out of his chest.

—-

The Room of Equipment has transformed itself into quite the party cavern. The room was dimly lit, fog and smoke polluting the space yet none of the students seemed to mind. Gryffindors have always been known to throw such great parties and tonight they surely have gone all out, putting all their cards to the table to celebrate whatever is there to celebrate.

“Remus?” Her voice rings on his head, unable to tell if it was his mind playing tricks with him or was she really there “I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

He shakes his head, trying to focus on the person approaching. Her face was blurred, the loud music around his head making him feel like she was wobbling around. The bottle in his hand was empty, its content now running through his blood stream.

“Exactly how many bottles did you drink?” She says quite angrily as she yanks the bottle away from his hands “I thought we’ve agreed to leave early tonight and brew your potion!”

Remus winces from her anger, shaking his head, “Live a little, Hon, the night’s still young!”

“You’re drunk.” She says in disappointment and annoyance “How will the potion work if you have this much alcohol in your system? You know you have a few potions to drink tonight, why would you do this to yourself?!”

“You talk too much.” He says, walking past her to grab another cup of drink “Why don’t you save your nagging for tomorrow morning? What I need tonight is some peace and you’re clearly not giving it to me.”

“Peace? How will you have peace when the full moon’s tomorrow and you have half a vial of potion left, Remus!”

“I’ll have my peace if you would just shut that big mouth of yours.” He mutters before gulping the cup “And why do you care so much, anyway? It’s not like I’m your boyfriend.”

Remus knows he’s pouring gasoline to spark fire with those last words. Even with his head completely plastered, he knew that he'd hurt her. The one person who’s tried her best to help him through his pain. But full moon and alcohol was never supposed to be in one sentence in his vocabulary and he’s sure to regret this first thing in the morning.

“You’re unbelievable.” She spat, her voice cracking in between the words “I will let that slide because you’re drunk and-”

“Merlin, stop weighing me down like that, I’m not a kid!” Remus bursts once more “You keep on making excuses for me, trying to make that safety net around me and for what? I don’t need your pity for fuck’s sake!”

“I’m not pitying you, Remus, I’m only trying to help!”

“Well, I don’t need your help!” He yells, the veins on his neck becoming more visible “I don’t need your potions, I don’t need your help and I certainly don’t need you. I don’t need you.”

“Hey, guys, what do we have here?” James says, squeezing himself in between the squabble to avoid undesired outcome “Are we all good down here?”

“Fine.” She says, nodding as she reaches into her pocket and shoves James a couple vials of potions before looking at Remus dead straight in the eyes “Don’t crawl back to me when things go south.”

Remus could feel his body tense as she walks away. The disaster he’s caused has finally started to seep in. He turns to James who looks confused yet sorry at the same time. He might not hear the entirety of their quarrel but it was easy to see that Remus has gone to a point where there’s no return.

He’s finally burned their bridge to ashes.

—-

The full moon passed with more struggle than the other nights. The limited potion in hands and the amount of alcohol still running in his system has made the shift more painful than Remus last remembered. The guilt and burden he’s feeling has triggered more anger during his lycanthrope phase that he’s managed to hurt himself, earning himself a few wounds all over his body.

It’s been years since Remus hurt himself during a full moon. The fact that they were all helped by her, easing him through his darkest moments made him hate himself even more. The very first thing he tried to do once he came to his senses this morning was to look for her and apologise. He’s tried to search her in the Great Hall, waited outside of her classes, and even stood by the Slytherin entrance in hope to bump into her but all to no avail, she was nowhere to be seen.

Now, barely conscious as his friends try to carry him to the hospital wings, Remus could only think of her. Her smile was haunting him, making it hard for him to give in to the darkness knowing that he’s yet to apologise to her.

“Snake girl,” Sirius says with heavy breaths as they reach the greenhouse “What are you doing here?”

“I was waiting for you.” She says, worry evident on her face as she gently touches Remus’ face “What’s happened?”

“He didn't drink enough potion.” Peter tries to explain “Or maybe he did, we’re not sure, but he was more angry than he usually is. He even tried to chase us, for Godric’s sake! It’s as if it didn’t matter if we were in our animagus form. We had to run deep into the woods to lose him.”

“Do you think you could fix him?” James asked “We’d very much prefer to not bring him to Pomfrey and avoid all the questions that would follow, but if you can’t-”

“I can.” She says short, worried that the long conversation would only do more damage than good to bloodied Remus “I brewed some healing potion this morning, it’s back in my room. I’ll meet you guys at the Gryffindor entrance in ten.”

—-

Remus’ eyes flutter open, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room. The sun’s high and he’s sure that his friends are now in their classes, leaving him alone on his bed to rest for the whole day. He tried to sit up, unknowingly waking up the sleeping figure that was leaning her head to his bed.

“You’re up,” She says groggily, trying to gain consciousness herself “How are you feeling?”

The boy remains quiet. He watches her intently. Her hair was all messy, dark circles slowly forming under her eyes. It was evident that he was the cause of her distraught and he hates himself even more for it. It was as if he couldn’t stop making her miserable, with or without his intention to do so.

“Your wounds are healing. That’s a good sign.” She says as she examines the scar on his arm “I believe it would take two days top for them to be completely healed.”

“Have you been staying all night here?”

“I fell asleep, I didn’t mean to stay over.” She said with a tired sigh as she stood from her seat, noticing the lack of warmth in his tone “Look, I was only worried about you, okay? If you really don’t want me around I can easily leave and-”

“No,” Remus says fast, taking her hand to hold her “Stay, please.”

She nods, showing an unsure smile as she sits back down.

Remus’ hand didn’t move an inch after latching itself to her wrist. He couldn’t find the gut to look straight into her eyes for he knew he would feel even more guilty, both for hurting her and for still so selfishly keeping her around his troublesome life.

“What are you thinking about?” She asks softly, gently taking his hands off of her wrist so she could hold them properly “Mind sharing them with me?”

“I’ve shared too much of my burden to you already, Love.” He said, laughing slightly at his pitiful self.

“Well then, I’ll share with you my burden too so we’ll be fair, alright?”

Remus raised an eyebrow, “What burden?”

“It’s a boy problem. Supposed you’d know about it best, wouldn’t you?”

The smile on his face dimmed down. She’s never talked about any boy to him before. Could it be the first time she’s found someone attractive enough to interest her? Could that boy be Lucius?

“I’d try to answer my best.” Remus says with a weak smile “What exactly is your boy problem?”

“Well,” She starts, looking down to their hands and playing with his fingers “There’s this boy I’ve fancied for a while. He’s not someone I thought I would fall for, I’ll be honest with you, but.. Man, I’ve fallen so hard I’m making a fool of myself most of the time whenever he’s around.”

Remus forces a smile, watching her intently.

“He’s the only man who appreciates me, truly. He could understand my quick remarks and not get offended when my mouth tends to act smarter than my brain. He encourages me to try and brew every potion there is. He makes me feel as if I was the best potion master there is. Even better than Slughorn.”

“Well, you are better than Slughorn.” Remus commented, agreeing to this said man “He seems like a nice lad.”

“He is, most of the time.” She says rolling her eyes but the smile quickly reappears on her face.

“Then what’s the problem with him?”

“The problem is, Remus,” She sighs, trying to find the words to best convey her feelings “He tries so hard to be strong in front of me. He acts like he doesn’t need me, like he could do everything without my help. Don’t get me wrong, I know that he doesn’t need me. I know that he’s a one tough man. I just wish he would stop denying his feelings about me so we could both stop beating around the bush and walking on eggshells. I want to love him aloud. I want him to love me aloud.”

Remus couldn’t put a word that would best describe the feeling he’s having right now. The way she looks at him, longingly and ever so fondly, made it easy for him to guess who’s the culprit to her boy trouble.

“I don’t think it would be that easy for him to love you the way you wanted him to.” He says softly, trying to give her his piece of mind “He’s a bit.. Troubled. And though you’d understand and accept him with all of his misfortune, it would never be easy for him to cave in and let you love him that way. No matter how much he wished you would, he would never have the heart to let you waste your time on someone as good as nothing like him.”

“But he’s not that damaged.” She says fast, hands finding their ways to caress his cheeks “He might think that he’s worth nothing, that his struggles are something he should keep to himself, but that’s not true. He’s the most priceless person I’ve ever known. Someone who deserves the world and more. Someone who deserves to be loved purely and profoundly.”

Remus smiled softly, looking down.

“Let me love you, Remus.”

“Love, I don’t think-”

“Look, how about this,” She proposes, taking both of his hands to hers “One kiss. One kiss and if you still feel like you don’t want this then that’s fine. I’ll drop it and we can pretend like it never happened.”

Remus stares into her eyes that radiates so much hope and love. He could tell that she’s been dying to get it off her chest, just as much as he has. The glint on her eyes and encouraging nod were making it hard for Remus to hold his fortress which led him to finally crumble in cede.

“One kiss.”

She nods eagerly, “One kiss and if you don’t like it, we’ll end it right here.”

With a small laugh, Remus softly leans in, eliminating the gap between them. Thousands of fireworks exploded inside him when their lips touched, sending a jolt of electricity down his spine. It feels as if his bones were rejuvenated, muscles remedied he could move mountains with his bare hands. One kiss and he would say goodbye forever to his dull colourless life.

Neither wanted to part but the smile and giggles shared as they took a breath was a clear sign that none of them wanted to end things here. If anything, the kiss only fueled their desire to love and hold each other closer than ever.

“You deceitful little witch.” Remus whispered, a smile still plastered on his face “You knew I would never turn back after a kiss.”

“What can I say, I’m a Slytherin after all.”

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z0mbiefrank · 1 year

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Transcript for Marina Toybina on the Designing Hollywood podcast

I've seen a couple people searching for a transcript of her discussing Gerard Way's stage costumes, so I have made one! Feel free to share/link as a resource. Popular quotes are bolded.

Link to source video. MCR's section starts around 22 minutes in.

The transcript is beneath the cut.

Interviewer: Well now you’ve just finished working with My Chemical Romance, which is a band that I dig. Gerard Way is also a comic book writer and artist, created the Umbrella Academy. So, first of all, how did you get that job? Because there’s a design, I mean the look of that band and what they like to do, what they’re influenced by, they’re not just your typical rock band. So what was it like? How did you get that job? You designed the whole tour right?

Marina: I Collaborated with the lead singer, yes, with Gerard. Uhm, okay everything kinda has it’s place in time. About 15 years ago, 15 to 20 years ago, I was a huge fan. I’m a rock girl at heart, and back then a lot of their music was like music to my soul. It got me through some of the harder times. A lot of my friends were musicians. I never saw them live, never could afford to get to their shows, but knew one day in my heart there probably will be an opportunity, they were in like my top 5 favorite bands. He was an artist I’ve always wanted to work with. This past summer, while I was designing So You Think You Can Dance, I just happened to turn on their music - nope- let me rewind I'm so sorry. So a year ago I was reading a release that they're coming back together on tour and they're playing LA on my birthday. I looked at my team and I was like "I'm gonna be at that show. We're gonna go to the show, we're all gonna go together." And I just jokingly said “I'll probably dress them!” A lot of things in my career have happened to manifestation, I'm a huge believer in that. I think my intentions were so clear into the universe. I believed in it so much. That happened a year ago. Then this past summer, I was driving to work, I was listening to their music and I just happened to text my agent. I'm like “You know I really want to get back into music. It's what I used to do. I used to do a lot of live performances. I used to do a lot of music videos. I need to feel that again, even though I'm surrounded with music all the time and I'm doing all these shows. But there was a disconnect in my career, to where it's like I love live entertainment.” And she’s like “Who do you want? Like are we going after pop stars?” And I'm like “No I've done all that. I want to go back to my roots. I want like Incubus or My Chemical Romance or Red Hot Chili Peppers. Get me back to rock and roll.” And she was like “Well, you know, they're touring, but it's probably… I don’t know, let's put it out there.” Then within two weeks I get an email from her like “Hey their managers want to meet with you, he wants to meet with you.” One of the biggest things about their aesthetic is one of my probably top three costume designers, Colleen Atwood, did their black parade album and it was so incredible. Back then, I was always a step behind. It's like they did The Black Parade and then I met the photographer later. Then I worked on a project with him. So it was always like some better-late-than-never I guess. And I'm like “I'm gonna work with her someday, I love her work. I've been told by many people we're a lot alike.” You know? And I'm like “Why not?” And so we get this email “He would like to take a meeting, see what we can do.” I never expected to do a tour, I just wanted to open this door of opportunity, to just collaborate, maybe do one thing together. And he just showed up in my studio and it was just an amazing artistic energy.

Interviewer: Were you starstruck?

Marina: I was trying to hold it together. I mean before they came in, I can't tell you how much I paced. Usually, there's like 15 - 20 people at my studio. This was the time and day that I was alone. I didn't know what to do. Of course, my expectations were just to present myself and see if I would be a good asset to them because I love their music and I love what he's about. Also, it’s not just the frontman for me, I think he's a brilliant artist. So there's a lot of things. I just wanted our worlds to merge somehow. Within the first five minutes of our conversation, I'm like “Oh I get his brain.” I told them my story. I told him that this is like 20 years in the making. You know, I probably sound like a crazy-fan costume designer. But we share ideas, he walked me through the concepts of things he wants to do on this particular tour and they haven't started doing the US leg of the tour. I didn't know if they had a designer. Then he did mention Colleen was doing something for him and I was like “Okay, how - can this be a triangle? You know? Can I come in in the picture?” It was just a beautiful collaboration. It was a genuine artist to artist conversation. Like “Let's do something interesting.” He walked me through his concepts, his ideas and I'm like “Alright well, let me come up with some creatives, see if we're on the same page.” Again, as much as I wanted to be like “Hey we're doing this tomorrow!” I also felt like it's important now in my career and possibly in his, to make sure the relationship is good, that this is the right artistic match to one another and… it worked! From there it was just amazing fittings, amazing collaboration and some iconic things that went viral!

Interviewer: I love hearing this from you because this is like the joyous experience of 'oh my god I dreamt of working with somebody and you finally get to do it'. But I want to take you back to that because I'm curious. How would that process even begin? You're working with somebody that you already know their music, you already know his vibe. And Colleen Atwood, who I've interviewed by the way, on the show, she's incredible. Our interview had to - she was in the middle of a work day, so it was only it was a short interview. But how does a collaboration like that work with somebody like Gerard Way? How do you guys start working together? How is that process?

Marina: For us, it was just like an initial conversation. I introduced myself, my work. They already did some background checking up to see where I stand, what my aesthetic was like. And I felt I was in a place in my life, in my career, where I was able to bring something new. That's where my confidence I think came from. At the same time I didn't want to change the artist that's in front of me. I think that's always so important for me when working with music. You're dealing with a fan base, and a reputation, an aesthetic approach that's far beyond any artistic reach of anybody new coming in. So for me it was having a conversation, understanding what characters he wanted to bring forward. This was a very playful tour. This wasn't about dressing up the whole band. This was about him being in this world of iconic characters. And how can we bring this to life? What can we do that's still very recognizable to his fans but at the same time a little bit of a shock value? But at the same time, I wanted him to be him, you know? He was in this beautiful place in his life and career where he felt great and felt confident and I just wanted to uplift that. We did our creative decks, went through the conversations of which characters we wanted to go with, these are the shows that he had. I knew which city, we kind of wanted to play off where was the right time. Halloween was right around the corner, what do we do? So it was like very strategic conversations but at the same time so much room to play and be creative. So I just gathered the top 10 characters that we had discussed and kind of started doing my own thing, and keeping him and the music in mind. Had an amazing fitting. I've never worked with an artist that's so clear. It was not just directional and very precise and very distinct on his own style, but it was clear for me when we were doing fittings, this is somebody that knows his body. This is somebody who knows his aesthetic on stage. This is somebody that knows how they're going to perform. So it just made it so much easier for me to be able to fall into his world and do the fittings like “Is this going to come off? Is this piece staying on? Are we going to do options? Is the character going to evolve on stage? Is the character going to come down on stage?” So all those conversations happen in our fittings and then I just packed it all up, with distinct notes, send them off, and then kept checking in, making sure everything was okay.

Interviewer: So when you had a direction for the characters, were you doing sketches first?

Marina: No, not at all. This was something that I felt like needed to have the research. It wasn't just about designing something on paper. When he mentioned to me “I wanted to be a vintage cheerleader” I'm like “Okay, what era are we in? 50’s, 60’s, 70’s, 40’s?” and then he was like “Find me something that's within possibly this color scheme.” The image that went viral when he did wear the cheer uniform, it was probably like 10 different vintage stores that we went to. And I'm like “Okay everything's size zero.” or like “What am I gonna do? This stuff doesn't exist anymore. If I get it from Etsy it's not going to come in time.” There's like so much and it happened to be as we were leaving one of the stores I looked on a sale rack and I saw this damaged, weird, vintage cheer dress that had no zipper, that had no hem. And I was like “I love this! I love this because I can reconstruct it. I can go and get the fabrics that we need to still keep it original and authentic. And that's how we start working. I build out a mannequin his size at my studio, put it on, we reshaped it, took the whole thing apart, reconstructed it to be his measurements, and still kept it authentic. After he wore it, the pattern for the actual thing was sold out. Fans loved it so much that we were getting notifications that people actually found the original pattern of this 1940s uniform and were buying it out.

Interviewer: That's crazy, okay!

Marina: Oh it's amazing! I think, to me, that's when things are just meant to be. When not only did my work translate into something beautiful on stage, but then he becomes this incredible persona on stage that then delivers the character and plays it off. We did that throughout every single look. Every single look when it became a fan favorite or craze.

Interviewer: In terms of time, what was the process when you first got the gig and then to the first show that was performing using your work? What was the time frame?

Marina: I think I had about a month to get it all together.

Interviewer: Wow! That’s not much!

Marina: Yeh and at the same time, I had another huge project in the works so it was going back and forth. But I could not tell you, I've had difficult projects in the past, I've had difficult times with artists, or finding our own language, or how to execute some things. This was so easy that time didn't matter to me. It was such a great collaboration, it flowed, like Bruce Lee would say, like water. It just made sense and no matter how difficult my other project was or what was going on at the same time, it was like oh this is the universe showing me this is how it's supposed to be. This is what's inspiring me. And at the end of the day, the one thing I told Gerard was “You made me fall in love with music again. You came into my life as an artist that I've admired and wanted to work with for almost 20 years. There was a big part of my beginning that made me look back at this now and be like “Oh that's what. That was that feeling that I had when I was 16 or 20.”

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The Boys (Soldier Boy x Female!Supe!Reader)

Chapter 7: Here Comes A Candle To Light You To Bed

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One Week Later

(A/N: Smut incoming)

”Jesus, (y/n)!” Bethany exclaimed over my phone and I sighed as I sit on the bed, wearing a sky blue silk robe. After the fiasco that was Herogasm, the boys and I went to my house and stayed there for a day before we moved on. We didn’t want Homelander or anybody else to find us and since now that Hughie’s girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend, put out a statement over on Instagram saying that the explosion was caused by Ben.

And Vought does have me on file on being alive and where I live so someone there will make a connection and come knocking. So now we had been hiding out at Legend’s home that he had out of the city. During all of this, I did try to call and give Bethany updates of everything that’s happened and just now I was able to give her the full story.

”Yeah…” I sighed. “Can I do anything to help? Maybe I can talk to Steven and we can offer our home…” Bethany said and I shake my head. “No, no! I’m not putting you guys in danger.” I said and Bethany sighs. “I’m serious, Beth. This could get a lot worse than it already is. Plus if that asshole Homelander gets to you guys, I’d never forgive myself.” I added. “Alright, but if you need anything and I mean, anything, just call me and I’ll be there.” Bethany said and I smiled. “I appreciate it, Beth.” I said.

”Of course, you’re my best friend and I know that you can take care of yourself, I still want to protect you.” She said and I smiled at this. “I’ll let you go, just be safe and be careful.” Bethany said. “I will.” I said then I hang up and sighed as I put my phone away.

I get up from the bed and walk to the curtain window and open it to let some sun in. I fold my arms across my chest and think over the last few days when I heard footsteps behind me. I look over my shoulder and see Ben coming back into the room, wearing that really silly light green silk robe with a flowery design on it.

”You know you look fucking ridiculous in that robe, right?” I tell him and he looks down at it then looks back at me with a flirty smirk. “Well, if you wanted me to walk around naked, all you had to do was ask.” He said as he slowly starts to undo the robe strap. I chuckle and shake my head at this as he removes the strap off his robe and I could see he was naked underneath the robe. The past week, every morning and night, Ben and I had been fucking like rabbits as if there was no tomorrow.

What with the whole ordeal at Herogasm, it’s been harder to get out there and find Mindstorm, who seemed to have taken notes from me as he seems to have disappeared. Ben told Butcher that he remembered that Mindstorm had bought eleven abandoned cabins, so there might be a chance he’d be in one of them. So whenever Ben and I were left alone, we just headed to the bedroom and make up 40 years worth of lost time.

“What? Are you already up for another round? We just finished like about thirty minutes ago.” I said as Ben pulls me to him. “As I’ve told you, sweetheart, I have a lot of time to make up for.” He said, in a low gruff voice, and he leans in and kisses me. Our lips molded together, perfectly, as we make-out and I run my hands up and down his chest.

I lower my right hand down his chest, over his abs then down to his lower abdomen and wrap my hand around his half-hard dick. I hear Ben inhale through his nose at this as he continues to kiss me but then he starts to grunt and groan once I started to move my hand, stroking him.

We break the kiss but our foreheads were pressed against each other and our lips were only inches away as he groans at the pleasure I was giving him. I stroke him slowly at first then started to go faster and Ben starts panting. “Fuuuuck….” He whispers and I smile, proudly, as I continue.

Once his dick was full and hard, I then remove my hand off of him then shoved him onto the bed. He falls back on the bed then sits up, his robe had opened up and I could see his cock full and standing at attention. I give Ben my best bedroom eyes as he looks at me, lust swimming in his eyes, while I saunter over to him.

He then starts to stroke himself but once I stand in front of him, I smack his hand away from his dick and I kneel down in front of him. I start licking his shaft as Ben starts to pant a bit but then groans the moment I wrap my lips around him and started to take him deeper in my mouth. “Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart.” Ben groans and I start sucking then he inhales, sharply. “Shit!”

I smile and raise my eyes to look up at him as I continue to sucking his dick. He looks down at me and his jaw slackens and his eyelids were hooded. “God, you have no fucking idea how fucking hot you look with my dick in your mouth right now.” Ben growls as he starts to jerk his hips and I hum in approval at this.

I continue doing this for few more minutes, getting turned on even more from the noises Ben was making, before I pull my mouth off of him, lick my lips and give Ben a seductive look. He grabs my face and pulls me towards him and crashes his lips upon mine. I jump up on his lap, straddling him, and continue to make-out with him while he starts to pull off the sash of my robe and yank my robe off of me.

Then he grabs his dick and runs the tip over my entrance, which made me gasp. His free hand grabs my hips then he guides me to take in his cock into me, the both of us moan into each other’s mouths until he was fully sheathed inside me. “Fuck.” I moaned and I hear Ben chuckle. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close to his chest, my breast pressed up against his chest and he kisses the top of them as I start moving my hips.

I gasp and moan as he was hitting all the right buttons inside of me while he continued to kiss my boobs then moves back to kiss me on the lips again. I then push him back to lay down and I sit up as I start to bounce on his cock and Ben throws his head back into the mattress.

”Fuck!” He groans and I smile at this. “Yeah? You like that?” I asked him, seductively, as I continue to move my hips. “Fuck, yeah, I do. This pussy was made for me.” He pants then he jerks his hips upwards to meet mine and it was now my turn to throw my head back and let out a loud moan. “You’re so good for me, (y/n).” He whispers as he grabs my breasts with both of his hands and I grab his wrists, holding them in place, as I continue to ride him while he bucks his hips up in time.

For a few more minutes, we keep going at it until I felt the familiar sensation building and building within me. “Ben…” I gasp, my eyes still closed. “That’s right. You gonna cum for me? Huh? You want me to put a baby in you?” He asked me and something about that turned me one even more as I clench around him. “Oh, you like that? Want me to fill you up? Have my babies?” Ben asked me and I nod. “Yes, yes, yes! Give it to me!” I plead and he chuckles.

”Then take it, princess. It’s all yours.” He growls and I felt myself explode over him and he follows not to far behind and I feel him paint my walls. Both of us scream out in ecstasy as we ride out our orgasm until I collapse on top of him, both of us catching our breathes.

”Holy shit.” I whispered and Ben chuckled. “I swear I’m never gonna get tired of you.” Ben said as he turns on his head to look at me. I scoff at this before he continues. “I’m serious, (y/n). It doesn’t matter how many times we do this, it just gets better and better.”

I look at him as I start to sit up and he does as well, he places a hand on my cheek and strokes his thumb over my cheek and I just could tell by the look on his face and in his eyes that he was telling the truth. “You’re really serious.” I stated and he nods. “I love you, (y/n). And not just for sex…” he said and I chuckled. “I would hope not.” I said and he rolls his eyes.

Then he gets this look like he was thinking over his next words, carefully, and I tilt my head at this. “Ben?” I said and his green eyes met my (e/c) eyes. He stares at me for a moment, takes a deep breath then starts to speak. “(Y/n), I…” he started to say before we hear footsteps and the door to the bedroom opens and in walks Butcher, Hughie and Legend.

“Oh, what the fuck!? Seriously you two?!” Legend exclaims, annoyed, as I quickly get up to my feet and Ben closes his robe to cover himself. “Oh, God.” Hughie said and he turns away to not look at me as I grab my robe off of the floor and put it on. “Fuckin’ hell.” Butcher mutters. “Would it fucking kill you boys to fucking knock?” I asked them, angrily, as I tied my robe sash.

“Yeah. What's the problem?” Ben asked, annoyed. “What's the problem? This bed has seen two Jaclyns. You know that? Smith and Bisset. Y-You're treating it like a Reno cat house.” Legend exclaims and Ben rolls his eyes as he goes to the bedside table and pulls out a cigar. “Jesus.” Ben grumbles.

“The problem is you gave me 11 of Mindstorm's last-knowns. So far, I've had a look at three and found fսck all. I-I'm chasing me fսcking tail here, mate.” Butcher said, sounding exasperated. “Sounds like that's three down and eight to go.” Ben grumbles. “Yeah, and that's gonna take weeks, and weeks I don't got.” Butcher argues while Legend looks over the bed.

”Egyptian cotton sheets and now I got to fսcking burn 'em.” Legend groans. “The deal was, we get the rest of my team, then we get Homelander.” Ben said to Butcher as he lights his cigar. “And what I'm saying is I could use an hand figuring it out.” Butcher said, annoyed. “I told you. Mindstorm's a paranoid fսck.” Ben said as he stands up and walks up to Butcher.

“But, hell, if you could hear everybody's shitty thoughts, you'd be, too. Look, he bought up all these run-down cabins all over the place. He's Howard Hughes without the piss jars. He's batshit crazy.” Ben goes on. “Mindstorm's not crazy. He's bipolar.” Legend corrects.

”He's bipolar?” Hughie asked. “Yeah.” Legend said as he gathers up the bed sheets. “Does he take meds for it?” Hughie asked, concerned. “I believe so. At least he did.” Legend said as he starts to walk out for the room. “God, it smells like sеx and Bengay in here.” Legend grumbles and I roll my eyes.

”Lithium prescriptions aren't that common. I mean, I doubt he's making it. Maybe...i-if we look at the cabins and we...” Hughie said and Butcher looks at him. “And then check the local pharmacies.” He finished and Hughie nods. “Yeah.” Hughie said. “See who's handing out lithium. Nice one, Hughie.” Butcher said, proudly, and he pats his shoulder.

”We're gonna need more reefer.” Ben said then he smiles and I roll my eyes at this.

*3rd Person POV*

“Okay, satellite view has Mindstorm's place about two miles in, due west.” Hughie said as he looks at his phone while Butcher opens the trunk of his car. “Two miles? Fuck me. We could've parked closer.” Butcher complains as Ben grabs his shield then Butcher grabs a bag. “So, do you two mind telling us what we're walking into here?” Butcher asked as he closes the trunk and Ben takes a puff of his cigarette.

”All you got to know is, if he tries to make eye contact with you, close your eyes.” (Y/n) warns them. “Or what?” Hughie asked, confused. “Just don't make eye contact with him, then you got nothing to worry about.” Ben tells him then he turns away and walks off, smoking the weed, (y/n) follows him.

”Hey, why do you keep buying him, like, Hefty bags full of weed?” Hughie asked Butcher as he takes out the Temp V. “Better high than mental. Takes the edge off his PTSD.” Butcher replied. “Wait, he has PTSD?” Hughie asked, shocked. “Yeah, I saw it at Herogasm. It's why he keeps blowing the fսck out of everything. We got to keep that cսոt dozy as a lamb.” Butcher said, in a quiet voice, while (y/n) walks along the edge of the woods, looking around as Ben smokes.

”So, just to recap, uh, he's radioactive, highly traumatized and heavily self-medicated. Feels good, feels right.” Hughie scoffs. “Tell me about it. I mean, what sad bastard self-medicates like that, eh?” Butcher asked as he hands a doses of Temp V to Hughie.

Meanwhile, in an abandoned pizza restaurant called Buster Beaver’s, Noir walks in and looks around at the old building. To his right, was a painted murial of the characters from this former business, including an eagle, a pig, two horses, a sheep, a pig, a squirrel and the lead himself, Buster the beaver.

Noir opens some old cans of beans and pours them in a bowl before he sits down and contemplates. Ever since hearing about Soldier Boy return, Noir was actually scared. Then all the characters from this franchise appear before him, as if coming out of their hiding places, and walk up to him.

“Earving, sooner or later, you're gonna have to t-t-talk about it. Remember when you were nine, a-and you hid in that ball pit right over there, after you p-p-p-paralyzed Lewis Frankel? This is just like that.” Buster tells Noir before he sighs. “You can't hide from Soldier Boy. We're your best pals, aren't we? We got you through that erection in the seventh grade, that Hard Rock Cafe m-m-massacre in Lagos. And by golly, we'll get you through this, too.” Buster said and the other characters agree.

”You got that...”

”That's right.”

“You're our friend.”

But Noir gets up, grabs his chair and walks away then sets the chair down. He sits down in it then folds his arms across his chest, his back facing his cartoon friends.

*(y/n)’s POV*

We walk along the forest, no one was talking, until Ben stopped and turned to me, Butcher and Hughie. “What’d you say?” He asked us and we stop and stare at him. “What?” I said, confused. “What?” Ben asked back. “Nothing, mate. No one said nothing.” Butcher said and Ben looks between us then walks away. Butcher, Hughie and I share a look before I go over to Ben sighs.

”Hey…” I said to him as I catch up. “You okay?” I asked him, concerned. “Fine.” He replied, flatly. “You sure?” I asked but before he could respond, he looks down and I noticed that we had hit a wire. “Oh, fսck.” He growls and a bomb goes off a few feet in front of us and we get blown back and roll.

Smoke swarms us as Ben and I look around but couldn’t see Mindstorm. The smoke cleared and I see Hughie leaning over Butcher, who looked like he had fallen asleep. “Butcher, wake up. Wake up!” Hughie exclaims as Ben and I walk up to them. “Fսcking freak slipped away. He's gonna pick us off one by one.” Ben said as he looks around the woods.

”Come on, wake up, Butcher. Butcher! Wake up.” Hughie exclaims, panicking. “No, you're wasting your time, he's gone.” Ben tells Hughie. “What did Mindstorm do?” Hughie asked us as he turns and stands up. “Well, if it's his usual MO, trapped him in an endless nightmare till he dies of terminal dehydration.” I informed. “No, there's got to be a way we can wake him up.” Hughie said.

”Mindstorm put him into this. He can snap him out.” Ben said. “Okay, great, great. Uh...” Hughie stammers but Ben talks over him. “But he's about to be dead.” He said. “Wait, wait, just hang on. If we, if we, if we grab Mindstorm, we make him help Butcher...” Hughie negotiates. “No way.” Ben said a she turns away. “And then, and then you can kill him, Then you can go to town on him, man. I don't give a fսck.” Hughie exclaims then Ben turns to him.

“Hey. If you're gonna act hysterical, I'm gonna slap you like I'm Connery. Now, unless you want to end up like your friend there, it ain't worth the risk.” Ben tells him, firmly, and Hughie glares at him. “Look, chin up, okay? Deal's a deal. You help me finish this, I'll kill Homelander. Butcher would have given up his life for that in a heartbeat. So, we doing this or not?” Ben asked and Hughie groans and goes to grab the bag.

”Leave it. We got to move fast.” Ben said as he walks ahead but stood and raised a hand. “Ah. Do you hear that?” Ben asked. “No.” I said. “Uh...” Hughie said then he clears throat. “You might want to lay off the weed, huh?” He asked. “And you might want to gargle my ballsack.” Ben retorts as he walks off.

Hughie sighs, exasperated, then turns to me. “Can’t you…I don’t know…talk to him?” He asked me and I sighed. “I, uh…” I stopped as I see the pleading look in his eyes then look over at Butcher. “I’ll see what I can do.” I said as I walk over to Ben.

”Ben….” I said, cautiously, but Ben sighs. “Forget it, (y/n). You heard what I said.” He grumbles and I sigh as well. “C’mon, Ben, it’ll just take a second. We can kill him right afterwards.” I said and Ben stops, turning to me. “I said no. You know how dangerous Mindstorm is. If we even give him an inch, he’ll take a mile. We kill him, then Noir and then Homelander. Butcher would want it that way.” Ben said, firmly, and he starts walking again.

“Would you say the same thing if Mindstorm had gotten me instead?” I asked and he stops in his tracks. “Don’t pull that shit.” He growls and I see Hughie looking at me with fear. “Would you?” I asked Ben. He keeps his back facing me, stands there for a few more moments then huffs at this and continues on.

“Still can't believe this shit is legal. We locked up so many assholes for it back in the day.” Ben said as we continued on into the woods while he looks at his blunt. Then he stops and turns to us. “What the fսck did you say?” He asked us. “Uh, uh, literally nothing.” Hughie said then he kept shooting glances over his shoulder.

“Jesus. How hard?” Ben asked him and Hughie turns to him. “What?” He asked. “How hard did Butcher suck your dіck that you miss him that much? Hmm? His mouth must feel like a Hoover Deluxe.” Ben said and Hughie scoffs in disgut. “God, every single thing you say is so gross.” He said then he turns to me. “How do you stand it?” He asked me and I shrug. “You get use to it.” I said and Hughie sighs then turns to Ben.

”Look…He saved me, okay? More than once. So I owe him.” He said. “Oh, bullshit. You're on a mission. You get the job done. Okay? I stormed Normandy. I fought the Nazis. You want to know what I do when I'm sad or scared? Fսcking nothing. 'Cause I'm not a fսcking pussy.” Ben said and Hughie chuckles softly. “You didn't storm shit. Your whole Marlboro Man act? It's fսcking crap.” Hughie spat and I look at him. “Hughie…” I said, waringly, but he kept going.

“And I...” Hughie started to say but Ben slaps him across the face, pretty hard. “Oh...” Hughie gasps then pants as Ben gives him a stern hard look then points at him. “I warned you.” He said, calmly, then he shakes his finger then walks away while Hughie massages his jaw

”Word of advice.” I say to Hughie as I walk up to him and he looks at me. “Don’t believe everything Legend tells you. He’s full of shit just as much as everyone in Vought.” I said and I walk away from him.

*3rd Person POV*

Black Noir continues to sit there, still trying to process everything. Then Buster comes up to him. “Come on, Earving. Me and the others have something to sh-sh-sh-show you.” Buster said and Noir turns to him and the cartoon beaver holds a hand out to him. “C-C-C-Come on!” He exclaims, happily, and Noir gets up from his chair and lets Buster lead him back towards the stage area.

”Something you pushed d-d-d-deep, deep down.” Buster said and Noir sits in the chair. Buster stands on the side of the stage where there was a red curtain and a spotlight on Buster. The curtains open and reveals a gym area with a banner up top that said Vought America, the various animal characters acted as members of Payback. The two horses were the TNT Twins, the goat was Mindstorm, the fox was Crimsons Countess, the pig was Gunpowder, the squirrel was Mystic Shade and the eagle was Soldier Boy.

The team were on the edge of the mat as Soldier Boy and Gunpowder were sparing. But, of course, Soldier Boy beats him up and Gunpowder falls back on the ground, blood pouring out of his nose and mouth. “Okay, that’s enough!” Mystic Shade tells Soldier Boy, who rolls his eyes. “Lighten up. I'm just playing around.” Soldier Boy said, nonchalantly, as Mystic goes to Gunpowder. “You fսcking pussy.” He grumbles as Gunpowder groans.

Soldier Boy turns around and see Black Noir, played by a black sheep, entering the room. “You're late. We started at 3:00.” Soldier Boy said. “I really wanted that movie.” Noir tells him. “The hell are you talking about?” Soldier Boy asked him. “I just got off the phone with my manager. It's a no-go on Beverly Hills Cop.” Black Noir said.

“Oh. That.” Soldier Boy laughs, uncaring. “I was...I was born to play Axel Foley. Why would you say all those horrible things about me to Don Simpson?” Noir asked him. “Jesus, Ben, really?” Crimson asked Soldier Boy, annoyed, and he turns to her and holds a hand out to her. “Zip it, cooze.” He growls then turns back to Noir. “The guy's supposed to be funny. You're not funny.”

“Well, I could've been.” Noir argues. “You're not good enough. Now shut your cock hole and get to work.” Soldier Boy ordered. “But-but wait…” Noir tries to say but Soldier Boy grabs him and starts to punch him, repeatedly. The rest of the team gasp at this and shout at Soldier Boy to stop as he continues to beat Noir up pretty badly. Noir tried to crawl away but Soldier Boy grabbed his leg, pulls him back in and continues to pummel him.

Then Soldier Boy stops the attack and looks around at everyone. “Which one of you wants next? Huh?” He asked as he points around at them. Everyone stands there and looks down while Mystic Shade glares up at him. “Thought so.” Soldier Boy growls but Mystic takes a deep breath, stands up and steps forward.

”I’ll volunteer.” She said, firmly, and everyone gasps, in shock, at this while Soldier Boy raised an eyebrow at Mystic. “Shade, don’t.” Gunpowder said behind her but Mystic ignores him as she stands her grown while Soldier Boy chuckles. “Wow, you are serious.” He said, with a bit of humor in his voice.

”Why not? I’m on the same strength level as you. I can handle it. Plus…I’m not scared of you.” Mystic said and everyone lets out a noise of surprise while Noir kept panting and groan at the pain. Ben looked a little shocked at this while Thomas whispers. “Oh shit.”

”Come on, Soldier Boy. You wanna fight? Or are you too scared that a girl is gonna beat you?” Mystic challenged and Soldier Boy takes a step closer to her. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked Mystic, in a low voice. “Proving a point to you once and for all.” Mystic said and she gets into a stance. Soldier Boy takes a step back then gets into a similar stance as they stare down each other, like in a western movie.

The duo waited to see who would make the first move until Soldier Boy goes to punch Mystic, who blocks it with her arm. She goes to punch him but he grabs her arm and throws her over to the side. Mystic goes flying in the air, lands on the mat and rolls a couple of times before getting up.

Soldier Boy comes at her, with a fist raised but she catches it but his other fist collides with her face. She then punches him in the stomach as hard as she could, he doubles over and she uppercuts him. The others gasps at this as Soldier Boy wipes his mouth with the back of his hand then he charges at her and they continue to fight.

Mystic ends up on the ground and Soldier Boy on top of her, holding her arms over her head on the ground. “(Y/n), stop.” Soldier Boy ordered her. “Why?” She asked and Soldier Boy doesn’t answer. Taking this opportunity, Mystic headbutts him and he lets go of her arms and she grabs him, flips him over and pin him to the ground.

”If you didn’t want a fight, then don’t ask for it.” Mystic said then she stands up and walks away, the others staring at her in shock as Mysitc leaves the room. The teammates stare at the door, in shock and disbelief at what just happened. Soldier Boy sits there for a moment before he recovers and gets back on his feet.

The others turn to look at him and he glares at them. “I let her beat me. So none of you better be getting any fucking ideas! Understand?!” He yelled, in a commanding voice. The others cower back at this then Soldier Boy walks over to Noir. “As for you…” he growls as he looks down at Noir’s bleeding face. Noir flinches, scared that he would take out his anger on him again.

“You think you can be me? You're not a movie star. You're not shit. I see you getting out of line again, trying to move on up, I will put you in the fսcking ground. Understood?” Soldier Boy threatens and Noir whimpers at this.

*(y/n)’s POV*

We walked through the woods a bit till we came upon a clearing and see a road and hear voices. “Maybe we should walk back to that town we saw.” A female voice said and we get to the road and see a priest and a nun standing on the road, looking into the hood of a car. “It was, like, five miles away. It'll take forever to get there. We're never gonna get to the retreat now.” The priest said as we get closer to them and the priest turns and jumps a little.

”Oh! Oh, you startled me. Are-are you two superheroes?” The priest asked us as we get closer to them. “Yes, Father. You folks need some help?” Ben asked them. “Yes. Yes, please.” The nun said, appreciatively. “Okay, well, it's not safe. There's a fugitive in the area. You should get out of here before you get hurt.” Ben tells them. “Uh, well, we can't. I don't suppose either of you know engines?” The priest asked us and Ben looks over at me and Hughie.

Ben and I stare at each other for moment, not really buying this, before he turns back to the priest. “I'll have a look.” He said and he goes up to the car. “Oh, I'd appreciate that very much.” The priest said as Ben looks into the hood.

“Uh, so, where you guys headed?” Hughie asked them. “We're just on our way to a Samaritan's Embrace retreat over there in Danville.” The priest said just as Ben pulls out his gun and shoots the priest in the head. “Oh! Oh, my God!” Hughie shouts as the nun screams. “Oh, my God! What the fսck?!” Hughie exclaims to Ben. “This is Mindstorm's MO. He brainwashed them. That priest was gonna shank us. And she will, too.” Ben said as the nun kneels down to the priest and cries.

”Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa.” Hughie exclaims. Father Wallace, no!” The nun cries. “Hey, hey, she doesn't look brainwashed to me.” Hughie pleads to Ben. “Take my word for it. Everyone's coming for us. Everyone, every day.” Ben tells him as he goes to aim his gun at the nun but Hughie stands in front of him. “Whoa, no! No, no! You have PTSD! You have PTSD, and you are super fսcking stoned. All right? Maybe this isn't what you think it is.” Hughie said to Ben, quickly.

“Move.” Ben orders him. “She's a human being. A nun. And if there's one thing I know...” Hughie started to say until the nun jumps on his back. “Die, you fսck¡ng cocksuckers!” She screams and Hughie screams. “Oh, my God! Do something!” Hughie shouts as Ben tries to aim his gun at the nun but Hughie kept moving. “If you stay still, I...” Ben said and I roll my eyes then pull my knives out and use my powers to move the knives to the nun and stab her in the back. Then I got a good angle with a knife to stab her in the head.

“Oh! fսck me! No!” Hughie screams as he shoves the nun off of him. “Hard pass on this Exorcist shit!” Hughie shouts before panting. “What's black and white and red all over?” Ben jokes and I turn to him. “Really?” I said as I wave my hand around and the knives pull out of the nun and I grab them. Ben rolls his eyes at me then turns to Hughie.

”Okay, first off, I don't have shell shock. Fuck you. Second, this is what I'm talking about. This is being a soldier.” Ben said as he glares at Hughie then he walks off. “Come on.” He said as he heads into another part of the woods. Hughie whimpers then signs the cross and I go up to him and place a hand on his shoulder and patted it before following Ben.

*3rd Person POV*

“By 1984, things had gotten so bad. There was only so much m-m-more of Soldier Boy's abuse you could take. So when St-St-Stan Edgar made you an offer in Nicaragua, you jumped at it.” Buster tells Noir as the curtains open again and shows the black sheep as Noir and a monkey as Edgar. “Vought's really okay with this?” Noir asked him. “Sometimes, old soldiers just fade away. I don't want the details. Just do what you need to do.” Edgar tells him.

”Why now?” Noir asked. “Vogelbaum has a replacement. Just a child, but they're convinced he'll be stronger than Soldier Boy. And he can fly. Will the others go along?” Edgar asked. “Everyone but Gunpowder and Mystic Shade. Why not take her as well? She’s just as powerful and as invincible as Soldier Boy…” Noir said. “It was considered but…she’s too important. Good luck, Earving.” Edgar said. “Can you please stop eating those in front of me? I'm allergic.” Noir pleads to Edgar, who stares at him then takes another bite of his peanut.

The scene switches to then Soldier Boy and Mystic Shade fighting the Russian soldiers. At one point, Soldier Boy kneels down and holds his shield in front of him and Mystic Shade runs towards him, jumps up and lands on the middle of his shield and he pushes upwards to where she flies in the air and uses her telekinetic powers on her knives to fly towards the oncoming soldiers.

She lands some feet away and continues to fight soldiers when Noir comes up behind her and hits her in the back of the head. She grunts and stumbles forward on the ground then Noir grabs a large rock while Mystic was dazed and confused. “I’m sorry.” Noir mutters then he slams the rock onto her head, knocking her out, and he moves away.

Soldier Boy then comes up and sees Mystic Shade on the ground, knocked out. “(Y/n)?” He asked, concern laced his voice, as he comes up to her to check on her but then Noir, Mindstorm and the twins come up. “What the fսck is this?” He asked, angrily, as he looks at his teammates. “Something we should've done a long time ago, you piece of shit.” Noir growls.

”TNT detonate!” The twins shout and they fire their beam at Soldier Boy and he flies back then he gets up and Mindstorm punches him. Then the team dog piles on him and starts to beat him up. “Hold him down.” Tessa shouts but Soldier Boy was able to knock them off of him. Noir then runs at him but Soldier Boy turns and used his shield to knock him back.

Noir flies back and hits a military car that started to catch on fire. Soldier Boy grabs Noir and slams his face against the burning metal and Noir screams in pain as he felt his skin melt and burn off. Soldier Boy raises his shield and slams the edge of his shield into Noir’s head two or three times before Noir falls over into the ground, passing out from the pain.

Soldier Boy turns around as the twins and Mindstorm get into a stance. “Get him, Mind storm. Scramble his fսcking brains.” Thomas said as Mindstorm uses his power and Soldier Boy grunts in pain as he felt a sharp pain in his head. Then Crimson Countess jumps on his back and put a gas mask over his mouth and nose. Soldier Boy grunts, coughs and gasps into the mask then he falls forward on the ground. But before he felt the gas completely take over, he looks over at Mystic’s unconscious body and his last thought was for him to try to reach out to her. But the gas took away his last bit consciousness and he goes down. “Fuck you, mοthеrfսckеr.” Crimson growls and the curtains closed as Buster appears on stage again.

“This is some tough stuff, I know. But when you gave him to the Russians, you knew Soldier Boy would come back one day. You need to f-f-f-face him. No one really knows you. But we know how s-sensitive and s-s-scared you are.” Buster tells Noir and the other animal characters come in and chimed in.

“Yes.”

”We're here for you.”

”Hey, we got your back.”

”We're here for you.”

Noir looks down. “It's okay. Bravery isn't having no fear. Bravery is having fear, but you d-d-d-do it anyway.” Buster said. “Time to finish what you started.” The birds sing and Noir sits there and takes in a deep breath as he decides on what he was gonna do.

*(y/n)’s POV*

We walked in deeper into the woods until I heard a noise. “You guys hear that?” I asked and the boys stop as we hear what sounds like wind chimes. We head over to the noise and see a large abandoned looking barn and I see Ben taking in a deep breath and we cautiously walk up to the building.

We enter the building and Ben pulls his gun out while I pulled a knife out. We walk, quietly, in and look for any signs of Mindstorm. Ben stops and holds a hand up to us to stop and I look over to see a mirror that was at an angle to where we see him hiding on the other side of this shelf we were leaning up against.

Ben holds up his shield and his gun, getting into a stance. I pull out a blade and get ready but then we heard a pop noise behind us. Ben and I turn around and see Hughie’s clothes were in the floor but he was gone. Then we look towards the mirror and see Hughie grabbing Mindstorm and disappearing.

“Shit!” Ben growls and I sighed. “The hell is that kid thinking?” Ben growls. “He’s probably thinking; this is the only way to save my friend.” I pointed out and Ben sighs. “What a fucking pussy.” Ben grumbles. “I can’t say I blame him.” I said and Ben turns to me. “You seriously taking his side? When you know how dangerous Mindstorm is?” He asked me, angrily. “Yeah, because I’d do the exact same thing if it was you.” I said to him and I turn away from him.

”(y/n).” He said, in a firm tone, and I stop but still had my back to him. “You seem so…different.” He said and I scoff and look over my shoulder at him. “That’s what happens when you retire and lose the person you love.” I commented and he raises an eyebrow at this. “C’mon…let’s go and find him.” I said and we walked on.

Later, we ran across the woods until Ben grabbed my arm to stop me. He points ahead and we see Hughie and Mindstorm and they were indeed by Butcher as it looked like Mindstorm woke Butcher up. At that moment, Ben pulls out his knife and throws it across the air and it hits Mindstorm right in the face.

I was a bit startled at this as Ben runs over to Mindstorm. I follow after as Mindstorm pulls the knife out of his face and Ben slams his shield against him, knocking him down. Then pulls out a pillowcase and wraps it around Mindstorm’s head so he wouldn’t use his powers on Ben.

“Hey, wait, wait, wait.” Hughie exclaims and Ben turns to him then he punches Hughie so hard he goes flying back a few feet. Butcher turns to Ben and his eyes glow yellow. “Stop!” I shout as I put up a shield between Ben and Butcher. “Enough, both of you!” I growled and Butcher glances at me then turns to go to Hughie and I look over at Ben, who glares at me then at Butcher before he grabs his shield. I remove the shield and sighed.

Hughie coughs and groans as Butcher kneels to him and Ben goes to Mindstorm, kneels down and grab his shirt. “Hiya, Dan.” Ben greets him, sarcastically. “It's-it's not what you think. It wasn't my idea.” Mindstorm said. “Oh, I know. It was Noir's, but how does that work, huh? 'Cause no way he makes a fսcking move without Vought.” Ben said. “They gave him the green light.” Mindstorm said, panicked. “Why would they do that?” Ben asked him and I go over Hughie and Butcher.

”You okay, kid?” I asked Hughie as Butcher helps him to his feet. Hughie nods and we look over at Ben and Mindstorm, who seems to be telling Ben something. “What? That's impossible.” Ben shouts and he stares at Mindstorm then he starts to hit him with his shield. Then he does it again and again and again and I see Mindstorm stopped moving but Ben kept hitting him. “Ben.” I said, loudly, but Ben kept smashing Mindstorm’s head in.

“BEN, THAT’S ENOUGH!” I shouted as I go to him. Ben screams out his frustration as he kept hitting Mindstorm until I grab his shoulder and pull him away. “I said ENOUGH!” I said as Ben turns to me with a death glare but I don’t cower back. “He’s dead!” I shout and Ben pants then his glare softens to what looked like shock and disbelief. “Ben? What’s wrong? What did he say?” I asked him but he walks away from me and I furrow my brow and look down at Mindstorm’s dead body, blood seeping through the pillowcase.

That night, we were back at Legend’s house and I was sitting in the living room as Ben was locked up in the bedroom. I ran my hand over my face before I let out a heavy sigh, Ben wouldn’t tell us what Mindstorm said to him but I could tell that he shocked him. I decided to head down to the bedroom and get to the door until I hear Ben on the phone, asking for Homelander.

I stopped at this and lean into the phone. It was silent for a moment before I hear Ben speak. “The situation's changed. I thought we should have a conversation.” I hear him say and there was a pause of silence before he speaks again. “Fall 1980, I get called into Vogelbaum's lab for an experiment, some shit about genetics. I still remember the Penthouse I used. June. Danielle Deneux, bush like a Pomeranian. I beat my meat into a cup. Turns out...Vogelbaum made a kid. Born spring 1981. A boy.” He said and I gasped, softly, at this.

No, no…there’s no way. I thought as Ben continues. “You know what the bitch of it is? If they'd have just kept me around, I'd have let you take the spotlight. What father wouldn't want that for his son?” He asked and I place my hand over my mouth.

I was standing out on the balcony of Legend's house and looking out to the starry night sky, the warm breeze blowing slightly in the wind. I wrap my arms around myself, trying not to have a breakdown after hearing what I heard.

Homelander is Ben's son?! What the actual fuck?!

I bit my lips then let out a heavy sigh, right as I hear footsteps behind me, and I lift my left arm, balled up my fist and lean it against my lips. "There you are." Ben said as he comes up next to me. "You okay?" He asked me and I sighed through my nose.

"I just overheard your phone call." I said, plainly, and I turn my head to look at him. He doesn't say anything, just looks down for a moment. "Of course. The biggest, egotistical, attention seeking psychopath had to be your son." I spat, annoyed. "Don't tell me you're mad at me." Ben said, sounding annoyed himself.

"I'm not mad at you, Ben." I said, sharply, as I turn to face him. "I'm mad a Vought! I mean, after everything you do after they asked you to do it, that's how they treat you? Take your DNA then get rid of you to have this supe kid to replace you?!" I exclaimed, angrily. "It's bullshit."

"I know. If they would've told me about him, I would've gladly stepped down and let him take over." Ben said as I wrap my arms around myself again. "We could've had that retired life we talked about..." he said and he and I look at each other. "I, uh...remember that one time, I told you I wanted to have a family?" He asked me and I nodded. "Well, I wanted you to be that woman. I wanted, still want, you to be my wife, have my children. Hell, after Nicaragua, I was gonna ask you to marry me." He said and my jaw drops slightly at this then I turn my head away as my heart feels heavy at his words.

"What? What's wrong?" He asked me and I bite my lips again. "Do you...not want that?" He asked me, sounding a bit worried, but I turn my head to him. "No, it's not that. I would love nothing more than to have that life too. It's just..." I stopped then sighed as I look down. "There's something I have to tell you." I said. "What is it?" He asked me and I take in a deep breath and let it out.

"After Nicaragua, I was a total mess. Everyone else acted like everything was normal after we had a funeral for you. I was actually scared that if the Russians were able to kill you, then I could be next. And then...a couple of weeks later, I found out I was pregnant." I explained as I look at him and Ben's eyes widen in shock at this.

"What?!" He asked, surprised, and I nod a bit. "You...you were...pregnant?" He asked and I nod again. "When I found out, that was when I retired from Payback. I didn't want any stress about being a superhero or that I could be sent somewhere and be killed. So I got a home and did everything I could to stay relaxed and be ready when the baby came." I said and my heart was beating hard and fast against my chest, my stomach started to feel sick as I got ready to explain what happened next.

"But a month or two later, I had a miscarriage. And I felt horrible because I lost the only connection I had with you." I said as my eyes filled with tears. I go to look at him as a tear runs down my cheeks. He had a shocked but also sad and disappointed look on his face. "I don't really like talking about it, so....all I'll say is that, I was just in a very bad way for awhile." I said and Ben gives me a sympathtic look, which was a look he barely would give.

"I'm sorry, (y/n). I should've been there for you." Ben said and I give a small sad smile. "You being a comforting type? Doesn't really sound like you." I said, in a bit of a teasing manner. "Like I told you before, you're the only one that gets to see this side of me." Ben said and I scoff out a chuckle as he places an arm around my shoulder and we stand there in silence for a few moments.

"Sounds like both of us need a drink." He said and I nod. "Alot of it." I added and we chuckled before we head back inside.

We sat in the room and drank and talked for a bit before I chuckled a little as a memory appeared in my mind. “What?” Ben asked me and I turn to him. “So, you were planning on proposing to me, right?” I asked him and he nods. “Yeah…” he said and I chuckle. “But I thought…” I said then I started to mimic him singing. “If you want to be happy. Living a king's life. Never make a pretty woman your wife.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes as I continue to laugh. “Yeah, that’s true. But I neglected to account for a pretty woman like you getting me while my shield was down. I’ve never been quite the same since our first night together.” Ben said and I smiled at him as I felt my face turn red. “Plus when I did that song, we weren’t together.” Ben said and I chuckled. “Oh, yeah, we’ve broken up so many times I’ve lost count.” I said.

Ben laughs with me and I give him a curious look. “How the hell are we gonna keep a marriage if we keep breaking up?” I asked him and Ben looks me over. “Because I’ve had way more time to think this over and it was one of the only things that kept me sane during the times the Reds experimented on me.” Ben said then he looks down.

”I wish I still had the ring.” Ben mutters and I frown before I reach over and place a hand over his. “It’s okay, Ben.” I said and he gives me this look like he was thinking something over. “What?” I asked him and he shakes his head slightly. “Nothing, just…lost in thought.” He replied then he takes a sip of the drink and I don’t push further as I know how he gets when you push on a subject he doesn’t want to talk about.

So the rest of the night we spent drinking and talking, with the worry of what’s to come plagued the back of my mind.

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everlark; post mockingjay; jealous katniss

The roof is leaking.

The tin bucket rings with the tap tap tap of the evenly spaced droplets.

The deluge of rain hit hard last night and it has me humming happily, excitement in my chest.

I’ve always loved thunder. The way it rolls deep within my chest and echoes in the deep old bones of the mountains around us. I would squeal with each clap and reach up to catch it in our Seam home as my daddy smiled from his chipped armchair. We’d play a game of hopping from spot to spot on the floor at each rumble and though his eyes hung in deep dark circles from his shifts in the mines, my father never tired. Then, Prim was born and she was terrified of thunderstorms for a time.

It’s just one leak in our shiny and spiffy Capitol made home that’s been standing for almost a century now though. Thom and his builders have much more important things on their minds than a tiny leak in our roof.

Some people still don’t even have roofs. The make-shift canvas of the sturdy tents lining the district hardly constitute roofs.

When the war began, the Capitol wasn’t quite as invested in the architecture in their dear sweet Victors’ homes. They couldn’t keep up their perfect veneer in District 12 when they obliterated it into the ground. The poor things.

And besides, a little water didn’t hurt that much. In my father’s home, we had at least ten designated containers to catch the drip of rainfall.

When I step outside into the morning, the sun is bright and clear in the sky. No trace of the ominous grey and green puffs above remains. The grass is wet and smells of rain. A small trickle of a stream has formed on the gravelly road, opposite our home. At least the geese have been subdued into some semblance of peace because of the storm.

Peeta had left this morning before the sun even stretched out into the sky. Usually I would already be out in the woods too, or by his side watching him knead dough or wipe sweat off his brow.

But, I couldn’t settle last night. Even in Peeta’s arms I was restless. And when my eyes finally drooped shut, a nightmare had found me. The giant crash of thunder that split the sky in two in the middle of the night woke me up. In my dreams all I heard were bombs and gunfire. It had reminded me of-

Peeta let me rest in this morning when he heard my grumpy grunt as I shoved my face under the pillows to hide from the sunlight. Not that he let me do anything. But he had gently tucked me back in and left a muffin on my nightstand for when I was ready.

Part of me wanted to pull him back in by the shirt of his buttoned collar and waste away the day. But even my arms wouldn’t listen to my demands. The bed was so nice and I fell deep into the mattress covered in one of the sheets as Peeta left the fan to run for me. The cinnamon and dill buried deep within the fabric of his side made me feel like I was rocking on a boat, in a lake with gentle rolling waves in my head.

Besides, we haven't even kissed since he returned to me almost four months ago. At first the chaos of finishing the important parts of the bakery and going through the final touches to get it up and running had us distracted. Now I’m not so sure he wants to kiss me.

I kick the loose rocks littering my path to the bakery. They skip and hop and fling themselves in the air. One hits another rock and angles itself to launch at someone passing me clear across the street but their back is turned and they don’t even feel it ping off the heel of their boot. I mumble an apology to myself though, and feel the heat of shame caving in on me from every inch of air around me.

Before I know it, I’m in front of the bakery. It was one of the first buildings up in Twelve. Everytime I see it my heart swells with pride for Peeta. Even though it’s just the bare bones now, I can see its future clear across every brick. The sign hangs proudly over the front. The ‘s’ in Mellark’s is slightly crooked and splotchy because of my shaky hands, but when Peeta began painting it with such excited and reverent hands, he insisted I contribute to at least one part of it.

Normally, I never enter through the front door of the bakery. The back door has always been home to me in a way. The first time I ever came to the back doorstep, I was sitting tall on my father’s shoulders and happily babbling along to a tune he was singing. He and Mr. Mellark quickly exchanged two squirrels with a respectful nod and I mimicked them which put the trace of a laugh onto the baker’s weathered face.

Now, I want to surprise Peeta as one of his customers. The bell of the door jingles as I walk through the door. No one mans the front counter so he must be in the back.

“I’ll be with you shortly.”

His voice carries through the opening to the room with the ovens and prep tables and my shoulders relax at his calm but steady voice. The way the bakery was built and rebuilt, it’s easy for him to call out to customers without having to yell. My lip twitches up into a soft smile and I pull out one of the chairs dotting the tables around the room.

His clomping footsteps and another ring of the bell clash together in my mind. I look up to see the new customer, expecting someone from Thom’s crew but I instantly tense up at the sight.

Her hair is coiled perfectly into ringlets around her face and a big fur coat rests on her shoulders. Her chest is unnaturally large and her bottom even more so. But she’s perfect, right down to her nails. Not a blemish in sight and her blonde hair shines with health and lustre.

She’s big and pretty.

“Artementia!”

Peeta’s shout pulls me from my scrutiny of the clearly Capitol woman. His steps are quick as he approaches her and wipes the flour off of his hands onto his apron.

My head jerks back when he reaches for her across the counter and they embrace. His smile is brilliant and he doesn’t even notice me lurking in the corner.

“Oh my dear.” They pull back from their hug and that woman kisses both of his cheeks, dangerously close to the corner of his mouth. “It’s been far too long.”

“It really has Artie.” He squeezes her hand. “How have things been for you?”

“Well why don’t we go and have lunch together? I’m sure you’ll be having your break soon anyway.”

“It’s just me today, I’m not sure I can just close up shop for my lunch break.”

“They can survive without you for an hour I’m sure. Just flip your little sign over and we can go to the opening of that restaurant down the street.”

Peeta’s head turns to the back, searching a long moment for something. When he turns around, it seems he’s already made up his mind. He lets out a sigh before plastering his smile back on for the woman.

“Well alright,” His hands work swiftly to unknot the apron around his waist and place it on the counter. “Sure wouldn’t want anyone else to give you the grand tour of our pristine district.”

She places a hand over her chest and lets out a soft laugh and Peeta’s chest rumbles with a short chuckle.

They walk over to the door, not even glancing my way as Peeta flips the sign on the door over to ‘closed’ and locks the door. Before the door smacks shut behind them, I shove it open and storm past them in the opposite direction. To the woods.

The rock in my hand scatters to the ground.

It was pretty and I thought Peeta would’ve enjoyed its smooth surface and swirling brown rings.

But maybe now it’s not enough to preoccupy his mind with the pretty blood and flesh woman beside him.

His head whips back to the loud sound of the slamming door and ping of the rock and I quickly turn my face away from his line of vision.

“Katniss?” His hopeful voice calls out. But I’m already pushing to round the corner of the rebuilt merchant businesses. “Katniss!”

He can have fun with his gorgeous Capitol woman on his arm. I don’t care.

I save the grumbling for later though, my mind focuses on the ground below me as my legs carry me in a spring towards the fence. I duck under my spot in the chain-link and snatch up my bow and arrows.

After the fifth poor squirrel participates in my very important exercise of letting my feeling’s flow for the day, I climb up a strong and tall tree. I lean into the familiarity of pulling myself up its sprawling branches and swinging my body up and up. Reaching for the sky just as its leaves are.

Have I really lost my dandelion in the spring already?

Did the hungry storms of last night, and the contrast of the harsh summer sun this morning already wilt it?

He so easily welcomed that woman’s touch. Someone from the Capitol no less. And he’s barely touched me in months. Save our desperate grip on each other as the terrors of the night take over.

I will not be sharing a town with the woman Peeta so readily shares himself with.

Instead of rough bark behind my back, I feel the hard arm of a rocking chair digging into my spine. The room is cosy and safe, like Peeta. I feel the sway of my body with the branches of the tree and hug my knees tight to my chest.

“This baby takes nothing from you Kitty, my heart just has to grow some more. Like my tummy. That’s all.”

I relax into her arms, feeling the steady beat of her heart where my head lays. Her stomach is fat, nice and cushy. As fat as anyone in the Seam could ever get. She smells pretty. Like the dirt and plants Daddy lets me dig my grubby little fingers into. I feel the song rattle through my chest as she hums to me. My head gets droopy and I curl further into her. Her hands run through my hair and as she rocks our bodies together on the chair, my head clouds with dreams that I can’t touch yet. But I know they’re there. Happy and warm.

“I’ll always be right here with you baby.”

Shivering in the downpour I’ve been caught in, I hum the same tune she soothed me to. Without thinking, my body rocks back and forth on the soaked moss and lichen on the limb closest to the ground. If I let my hand hang limp from my side I could probably brush the tops of the chives sticking out near the base with my fingertips. I don’t remember my journey down from the top of the tree, but it must’ve happened somehow.

I could be crying. I don’t know. The fat raindrops on my face disguise any that may come.

But it would be hard to disguise the snot squirming its way out of me. I rub my bare forearm under my nose.

I do what I do best.

I run. I hide away. And I sulk.

It doesn’t matter.

They all leave.

Even if they don’t want to, they always do. My father and Prim's choice was made for them. I don’t know what’s worse. To have Peeta’s choice made for him or for him to actively choose that I no longer fit into his life.

Either way, it’s all unbearable to think about. I gasp in sharp breaths and my chest is tight with the pain and fatigue of it all. I feel like I’ve just run the worst marathon of my life, and I’ve never even gone over five miles when training for the Quell put a stick up Peeta’s ass.

His clomping footsteps alert me to his presence long before I can see his form through the sheets of rain obscuring my vision. Maybe if I tuck further into myself he won’t notice me sitting on the lowest branch of the tree.

I was never a lucky person though.

He approaches me slowly, like I would a skittish animal. I tuck my chin into the safety of my knees. Surely he’ll go away if I ignore him hard enough.

I feel the air move around me as he swings a leg up and over and brings his body to rest on the same branch as me. It’s not without difficulty though, I know his leg still bothers him and can be cumbersome at times. After a quiet moment of him gathering his balance again, he lifts my chin up with his finger.

I can feel the tear tracks, dry and crusty against my cheeks and I know I look like a drowned rat, or rather a drowned Buttercup from my little pity party under the torrential rain.

“Oh, Katniss.” Warmth floods through me, all-consuming and relieving as his thumb traces the skin under my eye. “What’s wrong baby?”

My nose stings again as a fresh wave of fat tears fall from my eyes at the nickname. My lip wobbles and I can’t breathe. I try to answer, but everything comes out as a choked sob. Peeta reaches around to wrap his arm around me, rubbing my back in comforting circles. When I finally get the words out, they’re incomprehensible with my stuttering breath, throat full of tears, and snot muffling everything. To anyone but Peeta, who knows me so well, past the need for language.

“Why doesn’t she want me anymore?”

“What brought all of this on sweet girl?”

“You’re leaving me.”

“Not real.”

“Maybe not your arms. But you are. Your heart.”

“Never Katniss.”

Fat rain drops fall from his delicate eyelashes, leaving behind them a darker shade of blond from the moisture.

“You’re right here Katniss.” His steady and warm hands take my hand that’s shivering from the cold. He guides it straight over his chest and the comforting thump of his heart beneath warms me more than his coat he wrapped tightly around me does. I blink at his motions, my mind puzzling and patching them together into an attempt at coherency.

His other hand reaches towards me and he watches me closely for any sign of apprehension in my eyes. I can’t manage any to bubble up in me at the moment. Tentatively, he presses the pads of his fingers against my own chest, speeding up the beat of my own heart along with his under the firm press the palm of my hand has against it. His fingers straighten until the heel of his own hand is flush against my heart. The soaked fabric of my shirt clings to us both from the water of the rain.

“And I’m right here.” The pitch of his voice sounds at the edge of a question and a statement.

It’s not fair to him to be stuck with me though, just because he knows I wouldn’t be able to handle it. He deserves someone good and beautiful. Just like him.

Not a girl scarred from the fire she wore for pageantry and glory.

“I’m not pretty enough for you. I’m not big enough.”

“Sweetheart.”

“I wasn’t enough.”

“Katniss.” My name breaks on his tongue; he physically can’t even force the muscles to move again, as if the ache in his chest is agonisingly painful from the blow of my words. I understand now. His heart is broken. Like I shot an arrow through him instead of the truth. Maybe I did, the day I sang to the birds in kindergarten and we’re forever tethered now from the invisible line of bow string to arrowhead.

“I love you.”

His beautifully made eyes well with tears, glossing the blue over with his pain. My eyes begin to water again, even after I’ve exhausted myself of the hydration required to sustain them. It’s not hard to feel what a man like Peeta feels for yourself, deep in your bones.

“I came back for you. Back to twelve. Back to myself.”

“It kills me that you think you’re not enough. I’m so sorry I said those words in 13 to you. I know I’ll never be able to take them back. Or the-” He stares at my throat, where his hands once wove together into a nest of fear and pure hatred and I swallow under his gaze. “But I promise Katniss. I will remind you how beautiful and smart and brave and loving you are every single day. You are perfect for me.”

“But you don’t want me.”

“I’ve wanted you that way ever since I’ve understood what it meant.”

But that doesn’t make sense. His constant distance and the sincerity behind his words clash within my mind. My brow furrows and my face deepens into a scowl.

“Show me.”

His eyes drag from their connection with mine, down to my lips. He looks back to me and his eyes widen with an emotion I’m all too familiar with.

“I’m afraid.”

“What?”

“I’m afraid I won’t stop Katniss. They changed me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“So don’t stop. You’re my Peeta. No matter what.”

The kiss is gentle and sweet and I pull my body back against the rough bark, forcing him to lean into me even more. I cradle him between my thighs and smile against his lips. They taste like a fresh burst of blueberries on my tongue and my smile widens at the thought of him sneaking his own fresh muffin from the bakery’s supplies. The way his lips slide against mine, slick with the torrent of rain that assaults us is new and exciting. To consume the very rain itself off of his lip makes my chest flutter at the fact that not even the rain will get the chance to touch him that way so long as I remain in this embrace.

He shifts slightly against me and I immediately panic at the feel of him in that way. My body stiffens straight under him and he pulls back from my lips with a sheepish grin.

There’s an apology in his clear eyes but I won’t have that. I speak before his mouth can form the words.

I blurt out in a pant. “I like kissing you.”

I tuck my head into his shoulder to hide the blush that crosses my cheeks. But it’s too late. He’s already seen it if the dopey smile on his face is any indication.

“I like kissing you too.” His lips find the small space of skin by my hairline that isn’t hidden.

I scoot closer to him and burrow into his chest.

And that motion was a big mistake. Or maybe the best mistake I’ve made today.

We both carreen down into the cushion of soft grass below us when I push Peeta off-balance. A giggle bursts from my mouth unbidden as I land mostly on top of him. His body bears the brunt of the fall but he seems completely fine and a goofy grin crosses his face. He leans up to me and my heart flutters when he pulls me in for another short, sweet kiss. I nestle my knees around his hips and pull back from him with a smile.

I reach my hand to his ear and tuck a wisp of blond back behind his ear. The kisses and our proximity have made me bolder. Bold enough to interrogate him. “What is your little blonde girlfriend going to think about this?”

He sits up to bring his upper body off the damp ground and my body follows him.

“Who?”

I roll my eyes at him. I hold a hand to my chest and bat my eyelashes at him. “Oh Peeta it’s been far too long.”

“So that’s what this was all about. You were jealous?”

“No.” I scowl, crossing my arms tight over my chest.

“Katniss, she’s old enough to be our mother. Maybe even our grandmother.”

“Hmm.” My eyebrow twitches. “Maybe you’re into that sort of thing.”

He wraps his arms tighter around my waist, deliberately lower than where they were last time. He looks into my eyes for any sign that he’s gone too far but I won’t give him any. With a light pressure, he squeezes my backside tentatively with a wolfish grin, as if he’s just gotten away with stealing the last cookie from the cookie jar.

“What I’m into is what I have my hands full of right now.”

“But seriously Katniss, she saved us from the bombing in the Capitol after I tried to drag you away. She visited us both but I was the only one awake when she did.” His eyes are tender as he brushes a sopping wet piece of hair off of my collarbone. “It’s only ever been you my darling girl.”

“And it only ever will be?”

“Always.”

#everlark #one shot #adsofraser writing #thg #the hunger games #everlark fic #jealous katniss #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #post mockingjay

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honeysunai · 1 year

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Hostess| Kyoya Ootori x reader

Part eight - Operation : Make her happy

Pairing : Kyoya Ootori x reader

General rating : Fluff, enemies to love vibes

Word count : 5k

Summary: As only heir to your family you are bound to an arranged marriage with the third son of the powerful house Ootori. His cold behavior is only a mask for you to uncover when you stumble into music room number three.

This weekend, Haruhi and her father invited you to spend some time over their house because Haruhi needs more girl friends and experience sleep overs and such. You laughed at how bold and funny the two of them are and agreed, besides it’s not like you were busy. After quitting the Host Club a day ago and being in your feelings, you finished your homework and were too drained to want to practice any instruments or read anything. A friend would be better than anything else, right now that’s what you need.

“And so, they kind of kidnapped me to be in the Zuka Club.” Haruhi finishes her story and you laugh. You were both sitting at the table drinking coffee while still in pajamas.

“They do that often, don’t worry about it, they won’t press you if you say no.” You drink another sip of instant coffee and remind yourself to keep it together, because to this day, you still laugh that the boys at the club had no clue that this liquid gold existed before Haruhi arrived.

“I have to do some shopping today, I’ve grown out of a few shirts and I wanted to go get some new ones?”

“I’d love to come shopping with you! We can even bring your dad!” Your eyes were sparkling with joy, it’s the first time since you’ve made new friends you were going to shop with them. “If you’re interested, I can take both of your sizes and ask my mom for designer clothes.”

“That’s very kind of you, but we don’t do designer clothes.” She politely declines your offer. Shoot! Of course you went a bit too far, after all, Haruhi is a commoner and doesn’t care to have the fanciest of shirts.

“Speak for yourself!” Her father barges in the room and proceeds in deep details both of their sizes and and favorite colors. You took some notes before discreetly sending this info to your mom’s secretary even if you had promised Haruhi she won’t get anything.

“Hey, did you really quit the club?”

You didn’t even hesitate to lie, you just blurred out the truth to her. “Yeah… I just made a fool of myself and I don’t think it would be appropriate to come back after what happened.”

“I liked having you around, it was refreshing. Kyoya was on someone else’s back.” She jokes and you nudge her with your elbow. “Mori told Kyoya that he was a jerk and Tamaki had a meltdown after you left.”

“I bet they did.” You chuckle.

“None of us are angry with you, I promise, but I won’t force you to come back if you don’t want to.” How you wanted her to force you into going back. “Anyways. I don’t know if you need anything, it’s not as fancy as your mother’s couture, but feel free to shop around too.”

“I was planning to.” You smile. “Unlike Tamaki, I’m not awkward around “commoners”.” You try your best to imitate your friend and she laughs.

She scrunches her nose and smiles. “He does that often doesn’t he?”

“It’s part of his charm.” You add.

After an eternity in a local shop, Haruhi finally chose the three shirts she wanted. You, on the other hand, only picked out three bracelets, one for you, for Haruhi and Renge… Your two best friends. The one for Renge has large pink quartz beads, Haruhi’s are small red beads and yours has small lavender beads.

Haruhi was pulling a few dollars out of her wallet, but you stopped her giving the cashier your card instead.

“If that’s alright with you, I’d like to pay for the expenses of today. You’ve only been kind and patient with me since we met. As a friend I would like to return the favor by paying for your purchases.” Your voice was noble and full of good intentions.

She scoffs in shock. “I can’t accept it.”

“It would be a pleasure, plus you’ve fed me and sheltered me this weekend as your own sister.” She clearly wasn’t taking your bluff anymore.

“You’re really not going to let it go, huh?” Haruhi asks, a bit annoyed, and you shake your head.

“I’ll even make you feel guilty if I talk long enough.” You joke and she giggles. She finally agreed and soon, you were on your way to her home.

As you approached the building, you saw a black Mercedes parked in front of Haruhi’s home… It had to be the Host Club, who else would bother Haruhi on a weekend like this? You didn’t really want to see them today, especially after you made up your mind on giving back the uniform tomorrow after club activities. You were too much of a coward to face them now, you wouldn’t be able to do so the day after.

“I have to go home, I forgot my French homework is due tomorrow.” You tried to lie hoping Haruhi wouldn’t see right through it.

“Aren’t you fluent in french?” She asked.

“Fluent or not, I still have to do it!” Right now she reminded you of Mauri with her cold stare.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” She smiled and you were thankful she believed in your lie.

“Haru! Y/n!” Honey’s voice rang like thunder in your ears as he called the both of you. You clenched your jaw tightly before spinning around and met him with a bright smile. “We came to see you.” The rest of the group finally noticed their fellow member had left and joined you three.

“Well, it’ll have to just be me, y/n has a French homework due tomorrow.” Haruhi smiles at Honey.

“The homework is for next week, silly.” Tamaki snorted and you wanted to disappear. A soft chuckle echoes to the back of the group and you glared at Kyoya’s shit eating grin.

You crossed your arms over your chest as you glared at Kyoya. “What are you laughing at, clownfish?”

“Your poor attempt to flee us is just hilarious to me.” He adds and you swear you saw red.

Tamaki cuts in before you get the chance to speak. “What he meant was that we are here to spend the most fun day together as a family.”

“No we are not.” You snort.

“Yes we are and we are starting with some bookstore fun!” He says proudly as he grabs both you and Haruhi and yanks you inside the Mercedes.

“Tamaki! That’s kidnapping what you just did there!” You yelled as he put your seatbelt on for you.

“We are on a mission today and it’s to make you happy so stop yelling and enjoy your day with us!” He yells back and you shut your mouth. They wanted to make you happy. Were you unhappy? “We are going to the Nakajima Library.”

You stayed silent the entire ride, you did not want to speak to any of them. They kidnapped you!

But they did it so you could be happy… It’s still kidnapping!

You’ve arrived at your destination and you can’t believe your eyes… It’s grandiose. You can’t believe you never went there yet. Obviously it’s attached to a university and obviously you don’t go there yet. You are meant to go to the US for your higher studies, but you’re really considering going to this one instead. All of your friend's eyes are on you. You felt Kyoya’s burning holes behind your head, but never looked back at him as you took the first step towards the library.

A smile was pinned on your face as you entered the colosseum shaped library. The dim lights warmed the place with a beautiful orange like light. You felt like you were back in Rome.

You’ve been to Rome once in your life and you fell in love with the place. It was one of the only family vacations you’ve been on with both your parents. A month in the warm weather of Italy with your loving parents, without their work coming in the way. You strut confidently between bookshelves making sure to browse the titles as you go, it’s mostly books for the students that are part of this university. Tamaki’s bubbly self, followed you like a puppy and offered you books to read. You settled on a science book he offered you that you never knew about and brought it to an empty table so you could read it in peace.

Peace didn’t last too long, as all of the Host Club brought their own books to your table. To “read”, but other than Haruhi actually reading, the rest of them stared at you. Minutes have passed and they still haven’t stopped watching you.

“How long should we stay here for?” Hikaru whispers under his breath.

“Until y/n is satisfied.” Tamaki whispers back aggressively.

Haruhi snorts. “Bold of you to assume she will ever get satisfied after one book.”

You smile quickly at Haruhi’s words without ever looking up from your book. Soft fingers brushes hair behind your ear. You looked at the person beside you and was surprised Kyoya sat there, his whole body facing you. “Your hair was in the way.” He only whispers before getting back to his book. What was that all about? You feel your cheeks heating up, but shook off that feeling.

After a few hours of reading and hearing Hikaru and Kaoru groaning, you’ve had enough and Tamaki, once again, dragged you outside like he was kidnapping you, yanking you in the car and you were on your way somewhere else.

The car ride, this time, seemed more lively and chatty. It was warm and familiar. It was as if everything was normal and you liked that, hell even loved it.

After a few minutes, the car parked on the side of the road and exited the vehicle. You were left in front of a rather beautiful industrial building that seemed modern and new.

“Where are we?” You ask as you all walked up to the gates and were allowed inside without question.

Mori speaks. “Your mother told us that you like that very fancy coffee.” This is the new factory of the French coffee brand you always drink at home. “Tamaki’s French heritage helped us get inside.”

“The owner knows my father, so we were able to get a free tour of the factory and some samples!” The blond man says excited as you meet a beautiful tall woman waiting for you at the door.

“Welcome! We are really excited to have you visit our factory Miss y/n.” The woman shook your hand. “I’m Elise Hanako.” The combination of the French and Japanese names made you uneasy, but for politeness sake you ignored that funny feeling and smiled properly. “Danuja Hanako, the owner and also my father, gave me his property in Japan so that we can localize our french coffee.”

“It’s an honor to be in your presence, Miss Hanako.” You were eager to visit the factory.

“I’ve been informed that you are a huge fan of our brand.” You blushed. “That’s great! I do hope our factory will live up to your expectations.” She adds and the automatic doors behind her open letting all of you enter the building.

This place did not look like a coffee factory, it looked like a high tech law firm or some sort. The interior was in this mix of black and dark wood with plants here and there. Everyone was dressed in a proper way, just like at your father’s workplace. Miss Hanako explains that the magic happens behind the scenes and proceeds to show you where the coffee beans were sorted out and how they were packaged. People dressed like scientists were inspecting every bean before sending it in the “good bin”... Maybe that’s why your coffee was so expensive.

The factory was huge and you appreciated every second Hanako spoke up to explain how things were made and was kind and patient over your millions of questions you asked over the tour.

“This concludes our tour and I do hope you enjoyed yourselves.” You all answered with a polite “yes, thank you” and Miss Hanako was pleased with that. “I almost forgot! I have two bags of our new batch that’s coming up next month, Cherry Flower and Chocolate Pecan Caramel.” She snapped her fingers and one of the workers carefully placed two bags in your arms. “My assistant sent you my personal email, so please do give me feedback.” You were in awe. “Get home safe kids.” She smiled before you exited the building to the car.

You were shocked that they would go beyond anything to make you happy, they were true friends. “Thank you–”

“Don’t thank us yet!” Tamaki shouts over you. “One last stop, the orchestra.” The Orchestra!?

“You don’t mean–”

“The best musicians around Japan? Yes, I mean that Orchestra.” He smirks. You were there at the presale, but never got the chance to get tickets. You wondered how they got eight of them. “But we can’t go dressed as commoners.” He adds and Haruhi slaps him behind his head.

You didn’t look awful at all, you thought you all were a bit underdressed for the occasion, but no one would notice. Right?

“Pick whatever outfit you want, it’s on Kyoya.” Tamaki bumps his friend with glasses and he smiles as if he was forced to do so. You gave him a look that almost said : “You just learned that as well?” You all stopped at The Thread Maker, the town's finest clothing store.

“All of you, pick an outfit I’ll pay for it.” He adds and you smile at him, a bold and bright smile.

You all scattered around the store and looked around. You kind of wanted to take advantage of Kyoya and decided to go to the more expensive part of the already expensive store. You didn’t even have to think twice, the dress in front of the mannequin was the one you would buy. No price tag = pricey. It’s a scarlet red Queen-Anne shape with a leg slit dress. It’s a fully flared gown, floor length with a corset built in with embroidered floral details all over it. It was from your second favorite designer (after your mother) Teuta Matoshi. Honey’s voice was heard behind you, ordering a worker to let you try it on. You were dragged by another worker inside a cabin… After this day, you won’t let anyone drag you anywhere ever again!

You look at yourself in the mirror and surprisingly it’s a perfect fit all the way around, not too long, not too short, not too big or tight. It was perfect and you looked absolutely beautiful.

When you came out of the dressing room, you only found Haruhi in another beautiful pink dress that made her look more feminine. The dress was tight on her and she is probably making Tamaki drool, because you sure would’ve. The guys were sitting on the couch in complete silence, their eyes all over you both.

“Why aren’t you dressed?” Haruhi asked and none of them were answering. You couldn’t help but glance at Kyoya that had his eyes on your body already. You put on a show and twirled.

“My idea of a perfect day would be if you all were dressed too and not undressing us with your eyes.” You chuckle and they all cough and grunt, suddenly bashful of their actions. They rushed to get a suit and you stood there with Haruhi enjoying each other’s company.

They all come out at the same time from the dressing room and they all are dressed the same, black and white suit with black ties. They look amazing! The last one to come out was Kyoya and when he appeared out the curtain he was playing with a red bow tie around his neck. The other’s were holding their laughter at the sight of him being the only one with a bow tie.

You chuckled under your breath as you approached Kyoya to fix his matching bow. He froze under your touch and you just couldn’t hold your giggles any longer. “Tamaki said we would all wear bow ties because that would’ve made you laugh, but it seems I’ve fallen right into his trap.” He grunts. “I look ridiculous.”

“You do.” You smile. “In a good way.” You add. “We are going to be late if we keep mocking our dear Kyoya!” Mori gave you his arm that you gladly took and walked back to the car where you’d wait for Kyoya to pay.

The conversation between all of you was even more lively and joyful, you were really excited to go see The Orchestra. Once you arrived at the place, you weren’t confident that this was the auditorium they usually play at, but you let it go once you entered and saw the beauty of the place you were in. Red walls and gold decors, with crystal chandeliers made you feel like you were in a movie. Mori took your arm and led you to golden doors that two workers opened grand and wide for you to realize this was an empty ballroom.

You were confused and asked: “Are we early?”

“We are right on time.” Kaoru answer.

The empty room made you a bit uneasy, but once you stepped inside the large red curtain lifted to reveal The Orchestra on stage. It’s a private concert… You spin around to meet Tamaki’s gaze and he smiled proudly at the utter shock on your face.

“May I have this dance?” Mori asked you and you nodded, not entirely sure of what to do. He leads you to the center of the ballroom and once you do, the musicians start to play. Melodious sounds of violin echoes in the room, followed by loud cellos. Tears were filling your eyes, but you blinked them away. They organized this whole day for you, and only you.

Mori spins you around, letting go of your hand so you were now partnered with Kyoya who held you tightly against him as you swayed with him. The other’s picked each other as partners and danced to the same rhythm as you were with Kyoya. You both stayed silent as he twirled you around slowly and brought your back against his chest, swaying you gently this way.

“I did not know you danced this well.” You whispered with a hint of humor.

He brought his lips close to your ear and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “I’m glad my efforts are being appreciated, these last four years of dance lessons are being used well.” At that you laughed.

You danced for hours with your friends to the most beautiful songs who, on multiple occasions, brought tears.

At the very end of the concert, you all applaud the musicians and the conductor for their performance. You were ready to leave, but an unfamiliar voice called your name, and it was none other than Ayaka Saito, the cello player you looked up to since forever, walking towards you. You felt your knees go weak, she was the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen, she looked like she was royalty.

“Y/n, this is for you.” She smiles as she hands you the bow that she used tonight to play with her autograph on it. “I heard you’re a great musician, with lots of potential.” You couldn’t seem to stop smiling without ever saying words. “Our manager would be interested to hear you play, especially if what your friends said is true. There would be a spot for you once you graduate if you impress Sara Nakamura.” Your jaw was on the floor. The Sara Nakamura! She is the face of the classical music industry in the modern era and she wants to hear you play? You were on the verge of fainting.

You finally spoke to her in the calmest way possible. “It’s an honor to hear this coming from you, you are the one who made me start to play cello.” She smiles even more. “I would be even more honored to play for you and Miss Nakamura.”

“Her assistant will send you information concerning this invitation.” She adds. “I bid you all good night.” She says before giving you a friendly hug. You were going to faint.

Once again you had to be dragged inside the car because you were frozen in place. You talked like a maniac the whole way back to your house. You were so happy to have finally met your musical idol tonight and that you’ve been given an extra rare opportunity.

As the vehicle parks in front of your front gate you finally take a few deep breaths, the adrenaline wearing off. You hugged all of your friends inside the car and exited the car.

“We will see you for an early meeting tomorrow morning!” Tamaki smiles and yours drops.

“Look guys…” You sigh. “I really appreciate what you did for me all day, but I’m okay I promise, I’m not sad.” It was a plain lie. “I just don’t have the heart to be the Host you want me to be anymore.” You tried to give your friends the coffee beans from France and returned the bow to them, but none of them tried to take it.

“Keep it, please.” Tamaki’s soft smile broke your heart. “It’s a gift for you.”

You nod and thank them again without ever glancing at Kyoya, you turned your back to them and headed inside your home. They did succeed to make you happy today, but when the door closed behind you, tears were falling down your cheeks as you held the objects tightly to your chest.

You drop your neatly folded uniform on the tea table and sigh. You really loved your club, but it was better this way. You linger a while staring at the blue fabric that you were giving up. You were never one to give up, but recently you have. You gave up on Kyoya, your family duties, your plan to get another financé, you also gave up on your club, your friends… You were tired and disappointed in yourself. You wanted to get better and be better.

“You don’t have to do that, you know?” A deep voice makes you gasp out loud by surprise. Kyoya.

Your hand was on your heart. “Good God! You scared me.”

He did not care for your reaction. “You don’t have to leave the club.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Did they ask you to tell me this?”

“They have told me multiple times, but I chose to.” He starts. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry won’t change my mind.” You scoff.

“I know, you are stubborn as a mule.” He lightly chuckles.

“If that’s all, I’ll go. I have somewhere else to be.” You lied and started to walk towards the exit, but he put himself in front of you.

“Why did you do all of this?” You were confused. “Why did you want Koichi over me?”

You scoff, absolutely baffled by what he was asking. “Because you don’t love me, Kyoya.” It was as simple as that. “Because liking on only one side is just too hard to do. You refuse to fall in love with me no matter how much I try to be perfect for you.” He was silent. You took that time to walk past him in a rush but stopped as you heard his voice once again.

“I can’t fall in love with you. I– I can’t because if I do I am afraid I’ll end up doing the same mistake my parents did. They fell in love and then… They didn’t. It ruined the relationships between the family.” The look in his eyes… It was painful and sad, Kyoya was hurt. It probably took a lot of his courage to finally admit you spent months trying to figure out. Seeing him lose his composure in front of you saddened you. “It became a competition between me and my brothers, my mother being sad all– all of the time… My father… He doesn’t give any of us breaks, he’s relentless and he just cares about success. He doesn’t care about us, my brothers and I… My mother, his own wife who he is supposed to love and to cherish…” He was out of breath, all these feelings were finally out. “That’s why I can’t fall in love with you, because I don’t ever want you to end up like my mother if I end up like my father.”

It took you a good ten seconds to analyze what he had just confessed to you. All of it. Your heart broke for him and his family. No matter how much you wanted to console him, that was not what you needed to say. “That’s not good enough.” Was what came out of your mouth. He was perplexed. “That’s not good enough.” You repeated. “It’s not good enough for all of the times you put yourself in the way of a guy I talked to. For all the times you were kind and flirty and then you weren’t. It’s just not good enough.” He was hurt by your words, you knew it. His eyes couldn’t lie. “Is this hypothesis worth more than hurting me?” He doesn’t answer, but never breaks your gaze. You wanted to break and cry, but you stood your ground proud and strong just like your father taught you. “I can’t marry someone who’s afraid to take a leap and fall in love with me. I guess trying to make you feel what I felt was too demanding.”

“You loved me?”

“Does it matter? You don’t care, Kyoya. You don’t care about what my favorite songs are, you don’t care about my favorite books… Even Koichi was interested in what book was next on my list and he didn’t even love me one bit.” You scoff.

“It’s Lucy by the sea.”

“What?”

“Your next read. It’s Lucy by the sea.” You were confused as to how he knows. “I got a hold of your list from your maid to know what book I should buy you next, in every stupid edition possible because that would make you happy. But no… I don’t care, right?” You were taken back from this confession. “I wore that stupid tie to make you laugh, I organized the whole day with Tamaki so that you would be able to understand that I am sorry.” He adds and something in your heart pinches. He made it all happen so that you would forgive him, but that’s not what you needed nor wanted from him.

“It’s still not enough.” You whisper with tears in your eyes. You blink them away before turning your back ready to leave the music room, you had enough.

“Fuck.” He whispered before running after you, yanking you to the side to trap you between the wall and him. You wanted to push him away, but couldn’t as he lowered his head to crash his lips against yours. It was sudden and gentle. His lips tasted like mint and were so soft against yours. He was so careful with his next movements, his warm hands cradled your face opening your mouth just enough so his tongue could cross the borders of your lips to devour you entirely. Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck asking, begging for more. More touch, more passion, more of anything, you only wanted him. You raked your hands in his hair and fuck did it do something to him, his hand gripped your hips with such strength moving you against his thigh between your legs. It was so erotic you moaned against his lips which made him smirked. He pulled away enough to look at you in the eyes, truly look at you. “Don’t cry because of me.” He whispers stroking your cheeks so, so slowly, you want to melt in his touch. You pull him by his tie so his lips are on yours again. Your hands roamed his chest and shoulders and my god he was muscular, the uniforms didn’t do him a favor. His hands were snacking around your waist underneath your dress shirt, memorizing the curves of your body. His touch was warm and soft, you were hypnotized by him. He slowly pulled away to kiss your cheek, then all the way up your jaw to leave one soft kiss under your ear.

“Do you know how long I've wanted this?” He whispers in your ear. You were so warm, you thought perhaps you were running a fever, but one of Kyoya's hands carefully unbuttoned two of the buttons of your dress shirt, you knew you weren’t having any fever dreams. You looked up at him and you could see his gaze linger on your chest slightly exposed before facing you again. Hunger and lust was the only thing you could see in him. Without ever looking away, his fingers pushed the collar of your shirt to the side so your shoulder was bare for him. His featherlike kisses tickled your skin as he left a trail of them to the side of your neck all the way to your shoulder. He gently nibbled the sensible skin with his lips and tongue teasing you in a way that had you softly moaning, reprimanding for more. He smirked against your bare shoulder before biting the skin that had you rolling your eyes.

The bell snapped the both of you out of our interaction making him pull away from you. You sigh in disapproval, you didn’t want him to leave now that you truly kissed him. He went to open the door, but stopped without looking at you. “Keep the uniform,” He spoke slowly : “and don’t replace me.” That’s what it was about… He wanted to prove you needed him, that he was better. He was jealous. Two can play that game especially if you are better at it.

You were back in your uniform and ready to conquer the day as you walked into the Music Room number 3 the day after, slamming your hand on the tea table in front of Tamaki. “I want in.”

“Excuse you?” He asked before sipping his tea.

“I want my role back in the Host Club, I am so sorry for how mean I was that day. But this club means a lot to me and I made a promise to you that I want to keep.” You were practically begging for him to take you back.

“What changed?” Hikaru asks.

“I guess your operation worked a little too well.” You smirk.

“You’re still in the Host Club, you don’t need permission to come back.” Tamaki smiles and you nod. You turn back to Kyoya and he smirks at you before deviating his gaze back to his laptop.

Maybe it's not about finding someone else, maybe you just need another approach towards Kyoya and if it’s through challenges and working each other up that you’ll get through him, so be it.

AN: Hi everyone! So sorry it took so long for this update, this chapter was written, deleted, written, deleted... like a thousand times. I hope this chapter filled your heart with some Kyoya love. I hope you all had wonderful holidays and since today, for me, is still Dec 31. I hope you all have a great 2023 filled with love and happiness! I promise y/n and Kyoya will get some happiness and love in 2023 as well.

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hoedamn-eron · 3 months

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baby, please - part 21

It's time.

Warnings: Long, (looooong) chapter. Labour (all labour is different for each person!). Hospitals, doctors. Medical jargon again, I researched as much as I could and from what I remember from my own birth experience, but may be inaccurate (I am from the UK, so it will probably be different than the US). A little angsty, but it's fine. Reader calls her friends 'guys' but it's used in a group setting. Not proofread at all, because it was huge, so there will be mistakes. Some swearing. Word count: 5,414 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

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Apologies again that this is 1 whole day late!

You’d been…busy.

You had needed to keep your mind off of Santiago, because if not, you would just sit and cry all day (which made you feel extra pathetic, and you were not pathetic). So you had dived headfirst into finishing decorating, and unpacking, your house, and getting it ready for your babies.

And even though you had taken some paid PTO to get a head start on your maternity leave, you’d found yourself checking your emails (again, just for something to do). You’d somehow managed to get involved in some feedback for the most recent marketing launch, signing off on some final designs and helping out the team with some final bits and pieces.

Your friends (and one surprising day, Emily) have turned up at your house under the guise of helping you out with the house and shower you and your babies with more gifts.

But you know they were there to check on you and make sure you hadn’t had a breakdown.

So yes…you’d been busy. And you should probably start taking it easy, since you’ve started cramping for a few days. Although now they’re starting to hurt.

Jennifer and Dr Montgomery had both said that you were carrying two babies that were very quickly going to run out of room, and with your placenta issue, you were bound to feel aches and pains, so it wasn’t abnormal. Uncomfortable, yes, but not unusual. You just needed to relax, and you will. Eventually, but today wasn’t the day, because your new mirror had just been delivered and you’d roped your friends into helping you lug it up your stairs.

“Why did you get one so big?” Beth asked, huffing as she and Courtney took a break just outside the nursery.

“It was cute,” you say. “And the frame is nice. It adds to the blank wall in my bedroom.”

“It’s not a hanging mirror, is it?” Courtney asked, just as out of breath as Beth.

You shake your head. “No, it’s a standing mirror, it leans.”

“Oh good, I was debating having to call Andy.”

“Do you guys want takeout?” Gabrielle asked, suddenly appearing behind you all. She was looking at her phone, typing away. “I’ve managed to convince Matthew to watch the kids a little longer.”

“Sure,” you reply.

“Let’s just get this mirror in here first,” said Beth, before counting down again for her and Courtney to heave the mirror into your bedroom.

After a few more choice words thrown at each other, and the mirror finally in place in your bedroom (not smashed to smithereens, no matter how many times Beth threatened to demolish it), you all decide on Chinese for takeout. Once the food arrives, you settle at your dining table, dividing the food between the four of you.

You wince again as another twinge in your abdomen causes another wave of pain flows through you. You take a few deep breathes until it passes, and you turn back to your food. Your friends haven’t noticed, their conversation flowing as if nothing had happened.

Until Courtney asked how you were doing.

You shrug, digging around your food. “So-so.”

“Have you heard nothing from him? At all?” Beth asks.

You shake your head, not looking up from pushing your food around with your fork. “Nope. I don’t really think I want to, either.”

There’s a moment of heavy silence before Gabrielle bites her lip, then clears her throat lightly. “I uh…I heard from Ben that he’s leaving for South America in a few days.”

You look up at her, not sure how to feel, or what to say. You settle on an, “Oh.”

“Ben didn’t say where, he was messaging to check up on you, mostly,” Gabrielle says.

You shake your head, suddenly not feeling so hungry. You place your food on the table. “He can do what he wants, he made it perfectly clear what he wanted out of this.”

“I’m sorry this has happened to you,” said Beth, reaching over to give your hand a squeeze.

You give her a sad smile. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” replied Courtney firmly. “It was a shitty thing for him to do to you.”

You give her a small grin. “I mean, yeah, it was a shitty thing, but he’s entitled to his own opinion. I’m not going to force him to do something he doesn’t want to.”

Your friends go quiet at they merely stare at you, mixture of sadness and anger on their faces. You feel a warmth flow through you at your friends. You appreciated them so much, how protective they were of you, how you know that you wouldn’t be truly alone in this, that they were your chosen family, and they were your chosen family for a reason.

“I’ll be fine,” you say, giving Beth’s hand a squeeze back before pulling away. “Really. I’ll be the best mom these babies deserve.”

“And they’ll have the best aunties,” said Gabrielle, giving you a smile.

“She’s right,” said Courtney, pointing at Gabrielle then at yourself, giving you a look.

“We know what you’re like, and we don’t want you to think that you’re bothering us if you ask for help,” said Beth. “Or call us if you just need to have a talk. Or a meltdown. Or anything.”

“And one of us will take you to the hospital next week,” said Courtney firmly. “Don’t you worry about it.”

“And we’ll be there with you when your babies come into the world,” said Gabrielle.

Beth nodded in agreement. You sucked in your lips as you felt the tears flood your eyes, and you nod, looking down. You hear the shuffle of chairs and then you’re suddenly surrounded by a warm hug from your friends, and you grip onto them tightly, the warm feeling of love and companionship continuing to flow through you.

You give a small laugh before pushing them away. “Come on, you guys. You know everything is making me cry nowadays, don’t become another reason.”

They adhere to you eventually, and you continue to eat your takeout together. They offer to help clean up, but you usher them out the door, since it was getting late, and they had to leave you alone at some point. With a few good-natured grumbles, your friends eventually leave, with promises to check up on you again tomorrow. You roll your eyes but wave at them from your front door as they drive away.

You go into your house and close the door behind you, sighing as you lean against it. You stroke your bump, smiling at the swift kick you receive to the palm of your hand. It’s as if they knew exactly where you were. You make your way to your kitchen-dining room, and clear up the takeout containers, putting the leftovers in the fridge. You wash the plates, and when you put the last plate in your draining board, you let out a sharp gasp as another cramp hits you.

You lean against the counter, taking a few deep breaths to steady yourself.

“Okay,” you say after the pain subsides. You rub at your bump, feeling how tense it was. “I hear you. I’ll take it easy. I’ll go to bed.”

You check again that your windows and doors are locked before you turn your lights off and make your way upstairs. You walk into your bedroom and into your en suite bathroom, before washing your face and brushing your teeth. You change into your comfiest pyjamas and settle into your bed, sighing in bliss at the feeling of the fresh sheets you’d placed on that afternoon. You stroke at your bump again, wishing your twins a goodnight, before you turn off the bedside light.

You’re exhausted, and the last week was catching up with you. It doesn’t take you long to fall asleep.

However, you wake up suddenly, groaning in pain, not feeling at all rested. You immediately curl in on yourself, your hands wrapping around your bump as the pain spreads through to your back. You try and breathe through it, but you find yourself gritting your teeth and cursing loudly. You shake your head, tears filling your eyes and threatening to spill over.

You couldn’t ignore the pains now, you needed to go to the hospital. You wait a few moments, the pain calming again as you slowly sit up, trying to gather your thoughts. You take a look at your phone, seeing that it was nearly 4am. You stand, a little wobbly on your feet, and turn on your lamp. You make your way to your bathroom again, throwing some cold water onto your face.

You look at yourself in the mirror as you pat your face dry with a hand towel. You look a little flushed. And...your bump has dropped. It's definitely dropped.

Holy shit. Maybe they weren’t just cramps from overdoing it.

You practically run to your phone as you call the hospital, then asking to be put through to labour and delivery.

“Hi, yes,” you say as a man picks up, and you quickly introduce yourself. “I’m...I’ve been booked in for a C-section next week but...but I think I've started labour.”

You let him know how Dr Montgomery had diagnosed you with placenta previa, and how for the past few days you’d been feeling tightenings, and that the cramps had gotten worse. You were advised to come in as soon as possible. You swallow back the urge to burst into tears as you thank the man over the phone before you hang up. You stare at your phone for a moment, your breathing a little strained as you try to process what was happening.

You might be in labour. Your babies might be here in the next day.

You feel sick. What do you do now? Were you even ready for this?

You mentally slap yourself. It’s a bit too late for that. You have to be ready!

You take a few steadying breaths, before making a note of the time you woke up as you make your way back into the bathroom. You make yourself look somewhat presentable and you go to change into some comfortable, all the while keeping an eye on the time in case another contraction (because they must be contractions) comes along.

You’d already packed your hospital bags in preparation for next week and you thank whatever Gods are looking down on you for having them ready for now.

You call a cab and wait patiently (or impatiently) for it to arrive. You can’t call your friends now, it’s far too early in the morning, and you’ve been relying on them for a while, no matter how many times they tell you that they’re happy to help. You'll update them once you’re in the hospital and settled in.

You go over your things one final time, making sure you haven’t forgotten anything as your Uber turns up. After explaining to your driver, he helps you with your hospital bags as you climb into the car, another contraction (because really, that’s what they are, you have to accept it now) overcomes you. You check the time on your phone as you breathe through it.

Fifteen minutes had passed since your last contraction.

That was a very short amount of time.

You time it as your driver pulls away, making the journey to the hospital. It wasn’t a long contraction, around thirty seconds, so you make a note of it for when you arrived at the hospital (which, by the speed you were going at, won’t take too long – the driver must be scared you’ll give birth in the back of your car).

You make it to the hospital, where the driver very kindly takes you and your bags to check in, where a nurse quickly prompts you into a wheelchair. You thank your driver again before he leaves, fully intending to give him a great tip.

You rattle off your timings for contractions to the nurse pushing your wheelchair, where she said she would make a note of it on your chart for Dr Montgomery. You thanked her, before she brought you to your room, getting you all set up.

After being examined by more doctors, and meeting the labour team, you were informed that it might be best to settle you in for monitoring and have Dr Montgomery talk you through the next steps. You were settled into your room and strapped up to all sorts of machines when Dr Montgomery came in, a clipboard in her hand. She grins at you from your place in the bed. “Couldn’t wait until next week, huh?”

You give a laugh. “Well, I could, but my kids had other ideas.”

“Well, you’re all checked out, and we think it’s best that we move your C-section forward, so we can see if we can organise one for you today. Since you’re not at 37 weeks, your babies may need to stay in the NICU for a few days, but we’ll monitor them, see how they do.” She looks at your chart before glancing around the room. “Santiago not joining us?”

You tense at her question, before awkwardly clearing your throat. “Uh…no. No, he won’t be.” You give a light shrug. “It didn’t work out…for him.”

“Oh,” said Dr Montgomery, before she gives you a sympathetic smile. “Well, these things happen. You won’t be the first single mother to come here, I can assure you.”

You feel a pain in your chest, and your throat close up as tears flood your eyes. You don’t know what to say, so you nod at her.

After she checks over your monitors, she tells you that she’ll go and get you booked in for your C-section as soon as possible, and gives you some drugs to slow down your contractions, in case she couldn’t get you sorted for another day. She gives you some words of encouragement and recommended you try and get some more sleep before she leaves your room.

There was a fat chance of you getting back to sleep after all of this.

You had packed a book that you had had for well over a year that you had every intention to read. There was no time like the present, since most of your time now would be taken up by two newborns.

And you eventually need to tell your friends that you were, in face, in labour.

You grab your phone, sending a quick message to your group chat. They wouldn’t see it until they woke up anyway, and it’s barely 5:30am.

Hey all. Just to let you all know, I’m in the hospital. Don’t worry about me, I’m fine! My C-section may be moved forward for today because the twins decided that it was time to make an appearance.

C: WHAT C: OMG C: WHAT

Your eyes widen as Courtney’s messages come flooding in.

Why are you awake!?

C: THAT’S NOT IMPORTANT C: ARE YOU OKAY? C: I AM SO EXCITED C: DO YOU NEED ME THERE? C: I don’t care what you say I’m coming anyway.

You laugh at her, telling her that she really didn’t need to, but she was already on the way. You send her your room details, before settling down to read your book, reading Courtney’s updates as she sends them over to you. You’re about half an hour into your book when Courtney shows up, bursting into your room, breathless, with her own overnight bag in her hands.

“How fast did you drive?” you ask her, raising an eyebrow at her.

“I slowed down for speed cameras,” she replied. Immediately making her way over to you and checking you over. “How are you? Are you okay? Are you in any pain?”

“They’ve given me some drugs to slow down my labour,” you reply. “Contractions are less painful now, and a little more spaced, so it’s definitely done the job.”

“Have you…have you contacted…”

You give her a look. “No, I haven’t.”

Courtney nods. “And your parents?”

You snort. “Same story.”

She gives another nod, more firm. “Okay. Just you and me then.”

It was nice, to have Courtney around. She took a few selfies with you and sent them into the group chat, and when Beth and Gabrielle finally saw the messages. You were immediately bombarded with questions of your wellbeing, when your C-section was planned for (that was still to be confirmed, but Dr Montgomery had been checking in with you throughout the day and your labour hadn’t progressed much further), and that they could be with you if you needed it.

But you were fine. Your nerves had settled, you were now even excited to meet your babies. Everything was running smoothly, and Dr Montgomery was due back in the hour to let you know if your C-section was happening tonight. You are a warrior, a fighter, and nothing will break your spirit. Whatever the outcome, you know that you will face it with courage and grace, for you are a woman, fierce and resilient, ready to conquer whatever lies ahead.

Courtney had stepped out to call Andy about half an hour ago, and was going to grab some food from the cafeteria. You had almost finished your book when the door to your room opened.

“Did you get lost coming back?” you joked, not looking up from your book.

With no answer, your brow furrows. You look up with the intention of asking Courtney if everything was okay, but your breathing stopped as you looked into the soulful and intense eyes of Santiago Garcia.

You slowly close your book, letting it fall to the bed. You had to be dreaming. You’ve fallen asleep reading your book, there was no way he was here. Not after your conversation last week, where he told you he didn’t want to be a dad, that he had no intention of being involved, how meeting you was practically a mistake.

“Hi,” he says, almost breathlessly.

You don’t know how to respond. Your mouth suddenly feels dry. You're sitting there, in the sterile scent of the hospital room, looking at the reason you’d been so damn miserable this last week. Your heart pounds like a drum against your ribcage, each beat echoing the anticipation that fills the room. Your hands, all of a sudden clammy and trembling, clutch onto the medical standard bed sheets draped over you.

The minutes stretch into eternity as you stare at him, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. Fear and rapid anger grip you like a vice, squeezing your chest with each passing second.

Finally, you ask, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Santiago holds his hands up in surrender. “I know, I’m an asshole and you probably don’t want me here – “

“Damn right I don’t want you here,” you snap at him, eyes glowering. “I’m in the right mind to call security!”

“I know, I know,” he hurriedly says, taking a step towards the bed. “Just please, please, hear me out for a second.”

“I heard you out last week and you told me – “

“I know what I said last week,” Santiago said quickly, finally lowering his hands. “And…I was an idiot. I am an idiot.”

“How did you even know I was here?” you demanded.

“Benny told me,” Santiago replied.

You don’t ask how Benny knew (because honestly, you had a clue, and you’ll be having some choice words with a certain someone). You merely stare at him before shaking your head at him. “If you’ve come to tell me you’re leaving for South America, I already know, you didn’t – “

“I cancelled it,” he said, giving you an intense stare. “I needed to be here. With you.”

“No, no, you don’t,” you reply, already shaking your head. “I have Courtney, Courtney’s here with me.”

He flinches at your words, the guilt flickering across his features like a shadow. “I couldn't live with the regret of not being there for you, for them,” he says. “Knowing you were going through this...I couldn't stay away. I have to be here.”

You don’t say anything, merely stare at him and let him continue.

“I know I said I didn't want to be involved,” he begins, his voice quiet but filled with sincerity. "But...I made a mistake. I got scared, scared of messing up, of not being enough for them and for you and I thought…I thought leaving would fix it, but it hasn’t.”

“You’ve realised this now?” you ask him, tears in your eyes. “You…you left me alone, and worried about the future with my kids, and we had an amazing few months together…”

Santiago shakes his head at you, tears in his own eyes. “I’m sorry. I know I can't change the past. But I'm here now, and I want to make things right. I want to be here for you, for our kids.”

You study him for a moment, still gripping the hospital sheets tightly. The tears start to fall as the moments stretch into a long silence, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. You try to push away the thoughts of what could go wrong, but they linger, hovering at the edges of your consciousness like unwanted guests.

“Just because you cancel your trip – “ you cut yourself off, before you finally let out a sob, looking at him. “I don't know if I can forgive you.”

His shoulders deflate as he slowly nods at you. “I understand, corazón, I do, but please...let me be here for you now. Let me make things right. I miss you,” he says.

You open your mouth to reply but you’re interrupted by Courtney, making her way in with a brown paper bag.

“The line was huge at the cafeteria, so I went to Walmart down the street…” she goes quiet as her gaze lands on Santiago, before her jaw sets and her eyes harden. “What are you doing here?”

“I just came to apologise – “

“Yeah, well, she doesn’t need it,” Courtney snaps. “She’s fine. She’s been fine without you, and she can raise these kids herself. She doesn’t need you.”

Santiago turns to look back at you, but you can’t find the words to say. You want to believe him, to let go of the hurt and anger that have consumed you for the past week. But the wounds run deep, carved into the very fabric of your being. You meet his gaze, searching for any trace of sincerity amidst the turmoil of emotions that swirls between you.

He takes your silence as a rejection. He gives a sad sigh before nodding. “Okay. I understand.”

Courtney steps out of the way, motioning to the door.

“I'm sorry,” he whispers to you, his voice barely audible. “I was wrong. I’ll go. But I just want you know that I’ll be there for you, and for them, whenever you need. I’ll come to every doctor’s appointment and every school play, or sports game, and I’ll take them overnight whenever you need. I’ll help out with anything. Okay? I want to be their dad.” he gives you a look of longing and love before he turns to leave.

As you watch him leave your life again, you feel the panic overtake you. Your breathing quickens as you follow him with wide eyes. And in that moment, you realise that despite everything, despite the pain and the hurt, a part of you still longs for the connection you once shared. And your children deserve to have a father, whether you’re together or not. “Wait, wait!”

Santiago pauses, just as he gets to the door and looks back at you, his eyes wide. Even Courtney was looking at you with confusion.

“You can stay,” you say, nodding quickly. “I want you to stay. But we’re going to have a damn long talk after this.”

Santi’s shoulders sag again, this time in relief. He quickly makes his way over to you, and you throw the covers from you and swing your legs over the bed. With a quick order from him to not even think about getting out of the bed, he envelopes you in his arms. You feel a sense of warmth and security envelope you, all that matters is the connection between the two of you.

Your arms wrap around each other, pulling each other in tightly, as if trying to bridge the gap of all the time you've been apart. You can feel his heartbeat against yours, a steady rhythm that reassures you that he is real, he is here. In that moment, all your worries melt away, and you are left with nothing but the simple joy of being together again.

Courtney clears her throat awkwardly, causing the two of you to pull apart. “I can go home, if you need me to.”

“I don’t want you to,” you say. “I have a feeling that Beth and Gabs might show up and I need you to keep them tethered.”

“Good news!” Dr Montgomery called as she walked into the room, faltering slightly before smiling widely at the sight of Santi. “Good to see you, Santiago, I’m glad you could join us. I was just about to let you all know that your C-section will be in an hour.”

Your heart skips a beat as you look at her. “I’m sorry, I think I just blacked out for a second. Did you say an hour?”

She smiles at you again as she nods. “Yes. In one hour, you two will be parents.”

You look at Santi, who was looking at you with an equally nervous look on his face. You bite your lip before smiling and looking back at Dr Montgomery. “Okay. One hour.”

“Santiago, we’ll get you scrubbed up just before you all go in,” said Dr Montgomery, checking your chart and noting your current heart rate and the babies’. “Will you be staying?” she asks Courtney.

You answer before Courtney could get a word in. “Yes, she will be. She might be with some other friends of ours though, in the waiting room.”

“The guys are here, actually, I better tell them to wait up,” said Santi. He looks back to you. “I’ll come back.”

You nod at him as he leaves. Courtney watches him and turns to you as the door clothes. “Are you sure about this?”

You take a breath before sighing. “Yes. I am. If not for me, then for our kids. We don’t have to be together as long as he’s there for them.”

“And if he decides again that he doesn’t want to be their dad?”

You want to snap at her, to tell her to have some faith, but she was right, it might be a possibility. What if he does change his mind when the twins get here, when they’re out in the big wide world, and need all the protection they could get? What if in a few years he does find a girlfriend who wants a family with him, and he prioritises them over your kids?

You shake your head. You can’t think that now. Santi’s a good man. He doesn’t make the same mistake twice. “I trust him.” You say to Courtney.

Courtney gives a sigh before nodding. “Okay. And I trust you.”

You nod before looking back to Dr Montgomery, giving a nervous smile. “So, what now?”

You’re prepped for surgery, Courtney on the phone with Beth as she keeps her and Georgia in the loop. Gabrielle had to stay at home with the kids, but planned to FaceTime when Beth finally made it to the hospital.

“Traffic is horrendous,” Beth snapped down the phone.

You faintly heard Georgia screaming in general at the traffic, causing you to laugh. They had time, it was fine. And Santi was pacing your hospital room, on the phone with one of his sisters. You could hear here reprimanding him about something or other in Spanish, and you grinned in amusement.

In no time at all, you were being wheeled out of your room, Courtney giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek, wishing you good luck, and that she will be in the waiting room with Beth and Georgia (and from what Santi said, Frankie, Benny, and Will too).

You nod at her and give her a teary smile and you and Santi are led into the theatre. You take a deep breath, looking around at the doctors and at Santi, who was already staring at you, giving you a gentle smile. You give him a small laugh. “The scrubs suit you; you should study to be a doctor.”

“Can’t stand for long hours with my bad knees,” he teases back.

You give a small laugh before you turn to look at him. “Dr Mongomery said they might need to go to the NICU for monitoring.”

Santi inhales sharply for a moment before nodding. “Okay. I’m sure they’ll be fine.”

“Do you have an overnight bag?” you ask him, eyes wide with concern. “It’s an hour back home, I don’t want you going back and forth all the time.”

“I do have a bag,” he says, grinning. “I left it in my car.”

You freeze, your eyes widening at you look at him. “In your car?”

“In my car,” he replied, giving you a pointed look. “Went to a dealership this afternoon.”

Your eyes filled with tears as you looked at him. “Really?”

“I still have my truck,” he said, giving a small laugh. “Might give it to Benny. His truck is always breaking down and he relies on Will to take him everywhere.”

You could cry. You were crying. You were ugly sobbing as you laugh at yourself. “Couldn’t truly part with it?”

“At least it’ll be going to good hands,” said Santi as you’re finally brought to your operating room.

Dr Montgomery explains to you the procedure, and the risks it may come with as the other surgeons set up the partition and prep you for surgery. You nod along with Dr Montgomery, and you’re thankful when Santi places his own hand into your shaking one. You grip him tightly as Dr Montgomery smiles at you.

“You’re in good hands. The best hands,” she says, before she disappears to prepare herself.

You take a shaky breath before looking at Santi. He takes a seat and sits by your head as you hear the doctors talk about your epidural. He leans down and starts stroking your hair.

“Everything’ll be okay,” he said, the repetitive movements of his hand soothing you.

You nod at him, trying to calm your thundering heart. You don’t take your eyes from Santi’s as he squeezes your hand, smiling at you. You give him a nervous smile back. Santi lifts your hand to his lips and kisses the back of it, trying to calm your nerves.

You think back to yourself not even a year ago, finding out you were pregnant by a complete stranger, and going through the journey together; through the ups and downs of accepting the pregnancy, and having to rearrange your lives to begin this new chapter, and dealing with the loss scare, and Santi’s uncertainty. You want to tell him how much he means to you, how much you love him, how happy you were that he was here, now.

You open your mouth to tell him, but you’re interrupted by Dr Montgomery.

“Are you ready?” she asks from over the screen.

You pause for a moment, just staring at Santi who gives your hand another reassuring squeeze. You take a deep breath and sigh it out before looking away from him and staring up at the ceiling. You give a nod. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Then let’s get started,” Dr Montgomery replies, smiling before disappearing behind the partition.

It was an odd feeling, having the doctors rummage around in you. You tried to focus on anything; the feeling of Santi’s hand in yours, what Dr Montgomery was saying to her team, but the blood rushing in your ears drowned out anything and everything around you. You bite your lip, feeling your chin quiver with unshed tears and your grip on Santi’s hand tightens, threatening to never let go.

Your eyes flutter closed at you concentrate on your breathing…

Until your eyes snap open at the sudden, high-pitched sound of a baby crying fills the room.

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