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just-some-gt-trash · 3 years

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2.- Glitch

AND I AM LATE TO MY OWN OROMT LIST WUUUUUU

Tbh I underestimated how much my writing has improved since my last monthly list, and therefore how much time I need to write.

But here is day two! On day five!

Pairings: Lomoceit

Summary: Logan was created with the purpose of providing humans with all the knowledge they needed. Unfortunately, his creator passed away before he was launched to the market, leaving him activated on his old house. His existence has been pretty boring since then. Until a cute couple moved next door.

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Logan was looking out the window as usual. It was one of his usual activities since he didn't really have anything else to do, but today was different. There was a couple moving next door.

Logan had seen them go in and out of their new house for hours. It wasn't like he had anything else to do, and it didn't exactly get boring either. He was analyzing the way they walked, the way they carried boxes, and every movement they made. He was programmed for that after all.

It didn't take long for the sky to get dark so he started the “night shift” for the house. It only turned on all the lights and made sure the energy saving settings were off. He didn't know why he was still doing it since there was no one living in the house, but it helped him establish a routine.

A soft nuzzle against his legs snapped him out of his thoughts. Well, the house wasn't completely empty. Perhaps saying there were no humans living there was more adequate.

Logan kneeled down to pet the head of the house dog, Thomas. He knew dogs were quite affectionate creatures, especially this one, so pets were the way to go when trying to calm it down. “It is still not time for your dinner Thomas”, he reminded it “I’ll make sure to feed you as always. Do not worry about that.” Thomas only walked away in response, most likely to go take a nap or something.

Logan sighed and looked back out. Apparently the couple decided to stop for the day. It was logical, they must be tired from working all day after all. Still, Logan couldn't really understand why he was so disappointed he couldn't see them anymore. He would have to wait for tomorrow.

There was some movement on one of the windows from the neighbor's house. One of the humans pocked their head through the window and looked out, making direct eye contact with Logan. The human smiled widely and waved at him. Logan only stepped aside and closed the curtains of his own house. Having a relationship with a human wouldn't be a good idea.

Patton was unpacking his collection of snowglobes. The shelf above the chimney was the perfect spot! He was loving every single minute of unpacking and redecorating their new home. Him and Janus had taken a big step when they decided to move together, and Patton couldn't be happier.

Well, he could. Patton noticed his neighbor had been looking at them through their window. Janus would freak out, but Patton thought they just looked lonely. He really wanted to go and introduce himself but didn't have the chance, until now.

Janus was out looking for a job nearby, so Patton had the house all for himself. He had spent the previous days trying out their new kitchen and had plenty of pastries to offer to his neighbor. So Patton packed some cookies up on a nice gift bag and headed out of his house.

Patton rang the doorbell of his neighbor’s house and waited patiently for someone to answer. A couple of seconds passed and Patton decided to try again, still nothing. “Hello? Is anybody home?” He was starting to get a little bit desperate and started ringing the doorbell multiple times in a row.

A groan could be heard from the other side of the door before it opened. A tall and slim man wearing formal clothes stood in front of him “Good morning. I politely ask you to stop playing with my doorbell and go back to your own house.”

Patton smiled at them “Hello. I’m Patton, he/him pronouns,” he extended his hand towards him.

Logan raised an eyebrow and sighed. He took Patton's hand and gave a firm handshake “You may call me Logan, and I suppose pronouns are not quite suitable for me but I’m mostly referred to as a male.”

Patton blinked “so… he/they?”

Logan shrugged “however you want to adress me is fine for me. It's not really something I’ve thought about before.” Perhaps he could look more into it later.

“Well, whatever makes you comfortable then!” Patton nodded with a wide smile. He had never met someone so formal with their words like Logan. He reminded him of an old fashioned butler.

Logan nodded back slightly. “Now as I was saying.” He felt a gentle nudge on his legs as he asked Patton to leave once again.

Patton looked down and gasped. “You have a dog?!” He kneeled down to pet it happily.

Logan was taken aback by Patton ignoring him. He looked down at them “I do, theoretically. Thomas doesn't exactly belongs to me but I do serve as it's caregiver.”

“It's adorable. Is it a golden retriever?” Patton loved dogs. He loved all animals but was unfortunately allergic to cats so he couldn't get one. He was halfway through convincing Janus to get a dog though!

Logan shook his head a bit. “Thomas is a red golden retriever, you may notice a variation on the color of its fur.”

Patton nodded, “that makes sense. You're so lucky to have a cute dog like this one.” Patton chuckled softly as he kept petting Thomas.

Logan hummed, “I suppose I am. It does need a lot of physical activity and special diet needs, but I’ve managed to accommodate its necessities.”

Patton smiled softly, “sounds like fun! This good guy must have the time of his life going on walks.”

“Ah,” Logan pushed his glasses up, “not exactly. Neither Thomas nor I get out of this house. It can run around in the backyard and I make sure to keep it entertained. I also built a rather complicated machine that helps it keep the healthy levels of exercise it needs.”

Patton looked up at Logan with wide eyes “woah. Wait, you seriously never get out of your house?”

Logan shook his head “I don't.” As much as he wanted to 'info dump’ on Patton, his purpose and functionality must remain a secret until his official release to the public. “I am not quite fond of being outdoors.”

Patton frowned a bit. “Well, maybe we could go out one day!”

Logan blinked “Pardon?”

Patton stood back up and nodded with a smile. “We can take Thomathy for a walk, or just explore the neighborhood together! Oh! And I can bring my partner Janus! I’m sure you two will get along!”

That… surprisingly didn't sound bad? Logan hummed as he tried to understand why. “As uh, lovely as that sounds, I’m afraid it won't be possible.”

Patton's smile dropped “oh, it's alright. I guess we can come visit again sometime then?”

Logan thought for a bit, having humans around wasn't a good idea. He wasn't supposed to be interacting with anyone without the host’s permission in the first place, but he knew he wasn't going to get it either way. “That can be possible.”

Patton’s smile returned, and Logan couldn't help but smile back at that. “Sounds like a plan then! Should I uh… give you my number?”

“You can. Just tell it to me and I’ll memorize it to call you later.”

Patton nodded and did that. “Then I’ll be seeing you and Thomas soon!” Patton gave one last pet to the dog. “Oh! And I almost forgot!” He handed Logan the bag of cookies, “I backed these earlier in the week but they're still good and I figured I could share some with you!”

Logan took the bag, he couldn't eat but it was just an act of courtesy. “Thank you Patton. We’ll be pleased to have you around again”

And with that, Patton made his way back home. He waved at Logan as he walked away.

Logan waved back and instructed Thomas to go back inside the house before closing the door behind them. He looked down at the cookies with a small smile. He felt something warm on his chest… and then it became pain.

Logan groaned and rubbed his head. He looked at his hand as it started glitching. The censor on the ceiling started beeping. “Thomas, I need to inactivate myself.” He walked to the living room and left the cookies on the coffee table. “I’ll be back to feed you.” Logan looked up at the censor and his physical form pixelated away until he disappeared completely.

Logan hadn't had any manteinece whatsoever since his creator passed away. He hadn't had any issues until now. Did it have anything to do with Patton visiting? Either way, he needed to rest and let the system analyze him.

Patton took the batch of cookies out of the oven just in time. They would be heading to Logan’s house to hang out soon and he figured he would bake for him again.

Janus wasn’t as excited as his boyfriend. “Are you sure this Logan guy wants me there?”

“Of course!” Patton nodded, “he never said you couldn’t come.”

Janus sighed, “that still doesn’t mean I’m welcome in his house.”

Patton took off his oven mittens and looked over at his partner. “Come on Jan, we need to meet new people. You haven’t been that friendly with your coworkers.”

“They keep misgendering me.” Janus defended themselves, “I don’t want to be friends with people that can’t do something as simple as respecting pronouns.”

“I do not believe there’s not a single person in that office that uses they/them for you” Patton walked closer to them as they talked. He took their hands. “I know you don’t like new people, but I already did half the work for you,” he chuckled a bit. “Logan is not a complete stranger, and he sounds smart! You could probably talk about techy stuff.”

Janus rolled their eyes a bit at Patton. “Fine, just because you say he’s nice.”

Patton smiled and gave Janus a quick kiss “I promise, we’ll have a fun time!”

Logan was freaking out. Not only was his glitch getting worse no matter how many times the system told him there were no errors, but his creator’s family finally found out he was dead.

Based on the information they shared with him, they weren’t really close to their family and they thought they were crazy for trying to be an inventor. It was no surprise for Logan that it took them weeks to hear the news, but he wasn’t expecting them to want the house either.

Logan didn’t know how, but he was scared. Those people visited early and even called a shelter to come and take Thomas with them. They weren’t even going to keep it! Logan was able to call them and cancel of course. One of his assigned tasks was to take care of the house dog.

If, no, when they manage to move in it’s not going to take them long to find out the censors around the house are apparently doing nothing and then they would get rid of them. The probabilities of Logan ending up in the trash was 85.6%. The other 14.4% were the probabilities of him being recycled.

They left about an hour ago but Logan didn’t know what to do. Those humans were… dumb, for the lack of a better word. They were used to farm life and most likely knew nothing about technology. Even if Logan revealed himself to them, they would be useless, maybe even a burden, taking care of him.

The doorbell rang, shit. With everything that happened, Logan forgot about Patton and Janus’ visit. Well he didn’t forget, but his processing system didn’t categorize it as a priority. Logan took a deep breath as if he needed oxygen and hoped he wouldn’t glitch while they were here. He would kick them out, but he was really looking forward to hanging out with them for some reason.

Logan opened the door and offered them a warm smile. “Good evening, it’s a pleasure to have you both here.”

Patton smiled back at him “Thank you for inviting us Logan.”

“You’re welcome.” Logan nodded slightly and stepped aside “you can come in.”

Patton nodded and walked inside hand in hand with Janus. Thomas ran to them excitedly and almost tackled Patton. “Woah there,” he chuckled, “it’s nice to see you too buddy.”

Janus held the bag of cookies so Patton could pet the dog. They smiled a bit at it and looked back at Logan. “I’m Janus, they/them pronouns.”

Logan nodded “It’s nice to finally meet you. Patton mentioned you in the little time we talked the other day.”

Patton blushed slightly and chuckled. “Well, they are the love of my life after all.”

Janus blushed darkly and gave Patton’s foot a slight kick.

Logan looked between them as he tried to analyze the situation. There was no way of making it less awkward but he was still going to try. “Would you like to go outside? There’s a back porch with a small living room where we can spend some time, and Thomas would get to run around and play with you if you want.”

“Sounds good to me!” Patton nodded. Thomas had gotten off him as soon as it heard ‘outside’.

Janus nodded in agreement “As long as there’s not any mosquitos attacking me.”

“The porch has an anti-bug system installed as well as a radiator and plenty of lighting in case the evening gets too cold,” Logan explained. “I can guarantee there won’t be any mosquitoes bugging us.”

Patton snorted at the joke and Janus rolled their eyes. “Great, you found someone with the same licking for dad jokes Patt.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, “I don’t think I understand.”

“Mosquitoes, bugging us.” Patton tried to explain, “don’t tell me the joke wasn’t intentional.”

Logan recalled his words in his mind and finally understood. “Ah, no, I’m afraid it wasn’t. But I can certainly make some jokes if those are of your liking.”

Patton smirked, “oh please. I love Janus’ annoyed face every time I make one” he chuckled and kissed his partner’s cheek.

Logan didn’t know what it was, but it didn’t feel quite right to see Patton and Janus interacting as a couple. He was well aware they were dating and all but seeing them being so affectionate with each other made him feel… glitchy. “Why don’t you go ahead while I put those aside?” He looked at the bag of cookies on Janus’ hands, “just go all the way down the hallway and you will see a clear door.”

Janus nodded a bit and handed the cookies to Logan before walking away, Patton and Thomas following behind them.

Logan hurried to the kitchen and closed the door behind him. He started to glitch again, the bag going through his hands and falling to the floor. This was bad, he couldn’t let Patton or Janus see him like this. He picked up the cookies and left them in the pantry next to the previous batch Patton gave him, which remained untouched, and went outside with the humans.

Things were going surprisingly well. Logan got the chance to get to know the couple better and even talk to Janus alone while Patton was in the bathroom. He hadn’t glitched again and was having a really fun time with them. Everything was perfect, but of course, it didn’t last long.

Logan’s sensors detected a car parking in front of the house. The same car that had been there earlier, oh no. Logan excused himself to go look outside, only to confirm that those humans were in fact his creator’s family again. Logan started one of the security protocols of the house and locked the doors. He had to figure out how to get Patton and Janus out of the house.

To make things even worse, Logan started glitching again. He was running out of time! His systems must definitely be overheating right now. He held down his glitches and would try to repress them as much as he could. He went back outside “Alright, I’m going to have to be completely honest with you two now.”

Patton looked at him with a confused look “What’s wrong?”

“I am going to explain everything that is going on, but you are going to have to trust me. There’s some people trying to come inside the house. We can’t let them know we’re here.” Logan tapped a specific spot on the ground and the coffee table rose up revealing a staircase going down into the ground. “No one knows about this place, we’ll be safe if we go down there.”

Janus stood up and pulled Patton with them. “What?! You seriously can’t expect us to go in there.”

Logan had started the ‘sleeping mode' on the house and the lights inside turned off. “Please. I am well aware that we don’t really know each other, and you have absolutely no reason to trust me. But I don’t want you to get in trouble within your first month of living here.”

Patton looked inside as the lights went off, them at the secret entrance, and then at his partner. “We have to Jan.”

“No we don’t. He could be trying to kill us or something,” Janus pulled Patton away. “We’re leaving.” They were about to open the door to go back in when they heard footsteps from the inside and stepped back. They looked at Patton, who gave them a reassuring nod. They sighed “fine, but I swear if you try anything sketchy.”

“I won’t. This is merely for your safety.” Logan made a hand movement towards the stairs, instructing Thomas to go down.

The humans gave each other one last look before going down as well. Logan followed them and made the entrance close behind them.

Downstairs was a secret bunker his creator made in case of an emergency. It was equipped with one of Logan’s sensors, tools in case he needed fixing, food and water for humans and dogs, and Logan’s ‘heart’. It wasn’t really a heart of course, it was just a large cpu that contained all his programming and archives.

Janus looked around the room, focusing on the cpu as they admired how advanced it was. “What is this place?”

“A bunker, technically.” Logan knew it wasn't able to protect humans from all natural or human created disasters, but it definitely made the chances of survival bigger.

“Alright, and why did we have to come down here then? Who are those people?” Janus was getting quite defensive. Logan was nice and all but this situation made them feel like their safety was at risk.

Logan let out a sigh. “I promised I would explain.” He stood under his sensor and looked up at it. “This house is not my property. All of this belonged to my creator.”

Patton raised an eyebrow. “Your creator? You mean your parent?”

“If you would like to see it that way.” Logan had never thought about it like that. “The thing is, I am not human. I am a virtual home assistant. There are censors all around the house that allow me to materialize in a room and control the different electronic devices such as lights or security systems. I was created to help humans with their daily tasks through the day, as well as provide knowledge about any subject of interest. What I do not know I can learn through the internet.

Patton and Janus looked at each other as Logan explained. Janus let out a dry chuckle “so you’re like Siri.”

Logan winced, “please don't call me that. Siri is not as advanced as myself and it's obsolete in comparison.” He fixed his glasses and spoke quite proudly.

Patton couldn't help but chuckle at that. He let go of Janus’ hand and walked closer to Logan. “You're a hologram then?”

“Not exactly. Every molecule of my body is digitalized but I do possess a physical form.” Logan reached to grab Patton's hand. “I am able to touch and interact with other physical stuff around me as long as I’m activated. There's also a setting that keeps me in ‘voice mode’ just like other virtual assistants.”

Patton intertwined his fingers with Logan’s “and you're here all alone? Well, with Thomas.”

Logan looked down at their hands and nodded, “I am. My creator passed away not that long ago, but their family just found out about it.” He glitched, making his fingers go through Patton's. “The censors in the house are the only thing that keep me… alive, in a way. If those people move here and don't uninstall them properly-”

“You disappear,” Janus interrupted them. “And even if they don't, without someone checking your systems, you'll keep failing.”

Logan nodded and glitched again. “There must be some kind of error on my program but I'm not being able to detect it.” He walked to his cpu, “the only thing I know is that it started when Patton first visited.”

Patton walked back to Janus, “you can fix him!”

“What? Me? Why should I? We barely even know him and I wouldn't even be able to decipher his code without any sort of help from the developer,” Janus explained.

Patton sighed, “we can't just leave Logan to die.”

“I wouldn't die, I would just cease to exist,” Logan looked back at them. “My creator had several journals where he explained all the process of my development. All the information needed for me to function is here,” he tapped the cpu a couple of times.

“Please Jan.” Patton took his partner’s hands and squeezed them, “we can't just do nothing. I would do it myself but I know nothing about computers and programming and all that stuff you do.”

Janus looked at between Logan and Patton, they sighed. “Fine, but it’s going to take time. I’m not completely sure when I’ll be able to activate you again. We would have to take the cpu to our house as well as the censors and install them there.

Logan nodded, “I understand. The cpu itself it’s enough to have me active on a monitor, so I’ll be able to guide you through the whole process. We can get started as soon as the people upstairs leave.”

And they did. Patton and Janus managed to move the cpu to their home and connect it to their computer. A digital version of Logan lived on the screen and he was still able to communicate with the humans. Besides working on getting Logan’s physical form back, they started doing more hanging up nights. They got to know each other better, but that only seemed to make Logan’s errors worse.

Janus made some significant progress and was able to activate a mini Logan using their phone as a sensor. He was even able to walk around the desk freely. But they still couldn’t find the cause of the glitching.

Patton made sure to help with what he could. He took care of Thomas, who was now living as their dog, and made sure Janus didn’t overwork.

During one of the many casual talks Janus and Logan had, the topic of pronouns came up. “How did you know you wanted to go by they/them?”

Janus shrugged, “It’s not really something like a big revelation or something. I just came across the non-binary label and different sets of pronouns, they/them just sounds right.”

Logan hummed. He had gone through all the articles he could find online about the topic and still didn’t fully understand. “Would it make sense for me to use them? I do not really have a gender and I’ve been thinking about that since Patton introduced himself. My physical form can be altered through my code and I don’t know how being a boy or a girl feels like.” He started rambling about his worries. Did he want this only because it was logical?

Janus listened as they kept working, they eventually stopped to look at the small assistant sitting on their desk. “If you want to try it, go ahead. It’s not a bad thing to change your label or how you want people to refer to you as you discover more about yourself. You become more sentient with every new code and every upgrade you get. I suppose it resembles your growth, not as an artificial intelligence, but as a person.”

Logan looked up at them, “that… makes sense…” He glitched, and an idea came to his, their? Their mind, “that’s it!.” Logan stood up and walked to Janus’ phone to go back into the monitor. They looked through the codes until they found what they were looking for. “I become more sentient with every upgrade, but I haven’t been upgraded in months,” they looked at Janus through the screen. “Somehow I was able to develop a wider range of emotions, more than the original intent. I’ve become more advanced than my last upgrade.”

Janus’ eyes went wide as they understood what Logan was saying, “you need an upgrade, one that allows your system to process those emotions as part of you and not as an error.”

Logan nodded, “exactly. Do you think you can do it?”

“Well, we’ve come this far. I’m sure an upgrade won’t be as hard as it sounds.”

Logan chuckled a bit and looked back at their codes. “You know, I do want to try going by they/them pronouns. The agender label sounds like the most accurate for me.”

Janus smiled softly and tapped the screen with one finger. “Welcome to the club then.”

Logan looked back at him and placed their hand on Janus’ finger. They smiled and glitched again as that warm feeling on his chest returned.

“Are you ready Patt?”

Patton bounced on his feet with excitement, he had Thomas running around him. “I am! Come on come ooon! Activate them!”

Janus chuckled and kissed Patton’s cheek. “Patton, darling, I present to you,” they tried to reach up to activate the sensor but underestimated how tall the ceiling was. “Oh come on!”

Patton held back a laugh and grabbed his partner under their armpits to lift them up. “There you go!”

Janus yelped and blushed, “this is the last time I let you pick me up…” They both knew that wasn’t true, but Patton would let them think it was. “As I was saying, I present to you” they turned the sensor on.

It glowed with a dark blue light and projected a beam of light under it. Several pixels appeared and fused together until Logan’s physical form was completed. “L.O.G.A.N 6.4!”

Logan opened their eyes and let them adjust to the light in the room. Their scanners recognized Janus and Patton as the new hosts, and Thomas as the house dog. “Greetings, your L.O.G.A.N 6.4 has been successfully upgraded and activated, please wait for previous data to download completely.” Logan stood still as they finished their upgrading process. They blinked once they were ready.

“Logan?” Patton walked closer to them, a bit worried something went wrong and they went back to default mode.

Logan smiled softly, “it’s me, hello Patton”

Patton squealed and hugged Logan tightly. “It worked! It really worked!”

Janus joined the group hug happily. “It’s so nice to have you back Lo.”

Logan wrapped their arms around the humans with a slight blush. They didn’t glitch this time, not that it surprised them since they fixed that issue, but it felt different than they expected it to feel. “It’s nice to be back.”

Their systems weren’t able to fully comprehend every emotion just yet, but Logan was sure of something. They never wanted to live alone again. No, they never wanted to live without Janus and Patton again.

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anythingforspence · 3 years

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the capstone - chapter one

Summary: Reader is a semester away from getting her masters in Psychology and duringher last semester she has to complete her capstone, or passion project if you will. This year, the professors decided that each student will be personally mentored by a psycologyst in distinct fields. When Y/N meets hers, she can’t decide whether she is lucky or if it will be a long 5 months.

Pairing: Female reader x Spencer Reid

Word Count: 1.8 k

Chapter warning: harsh language, sexy talk, no smut yet

A/N: omg tysm for all of the love on the teaser post. i hope i dont dissapoint.

Although I’m wide awake, I let my alarm clock keep beeping and beeping and beeping as I stare up at the white ceiling of my cheap studio apartment. My neighbor woke me up bright and early this morning by doing what sounded like lugging a dead body throughout his apartment. I lifted my head slightly just to slam it back against my bed, whining about being awake at 5:30 am. I’m probably just nervous. I have to complete this passion project for my psychology class by being mentored by a famous psychologist and write a paper about their career and their wisdom I guess. I have a meeting with my mentor today and I don’t know what to expect. My professor kept the identity of our mentors a secret. For the “excitement” and whatnot.

With a sigh, I swing my legs over the side of my bed and bend over to switch off the alarm. Resting my elbows on my knees, I run my hands down my face, basically prepping myself for the fact that I have to stand up soon. The moment I stand, I stretch all throughout my body, ending with my hands high above my head, stretching into the ceiling. My mouth getting ready to yawn when a bang was heard next door, like a book being chucked against the wall ajoined with my neighbors apartment causing me to yelp. I’m pretty sure I heard a chuckle in response to my scream. I glared at the wall, thinking of all the ways I could storm in there and punch my neighbor. I had two choices. I could storm in there and do all the things I wish I could do, or I could mind my business and get ready for the day.

Rolling my eyes I decided to just get ready. I still wanted payback, however, I blasted Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now by The Smiths as I head into the showe. I grab brown trousers, a white button up, and a sage green set of lace undergarments. Not that anyone would see them, unfortunately there has been a drought of sorts in my pants. I just wear them for the aesthetic. Getting undressed, I put on my favorite playlist with all of the songs that make me feel like I’m the main character in an indie film. I heard a light tapping at my door, like some wanted my attention but at the same time wished I never paid attention to them. I decided to ignore it and step under the stream of water in my shower.

Once I was all finished with my shower, I stepped out into my foggy bathroom. Singing along to Bug Collector by Haley Heynderickx, I start drying off and slip on my outfit for the day. I keep my hair in a towel to help it dry some so I don’t have to use any heat on my hair. For my makeup I decided to go for a red lip, neutral blush, mascara, and brows today. Something simple and professional. I let my hair out of the towel and brush it out, not doing too much to it. Blowing myself a kiss in the mirror, I grab my purse and wrap my student ID around my neck, letting it fall next to the golden flower chained to my neck.When I open the door, I laugh in shock at the note my neighbor left for me.“nice taste in music”

I felt something against my leg and knew exactly who it was. “Hi, Payton,” I sweetly spoke to the Sphynx cat at my feet. I named her Payton even though she’s not technically mine and just wanders through the apartment complex. I bend down to give her scratches at her neck. “How’s my cutie patootie. Did you see the asshole who left this not?” She just tilted her head more into my hand, telling me to keep on scratching. “Guess not.” I stand back up and check the time on my watch, “Shit”. I had five minutes to get there.

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A bell rang as I entered the coffee shop I was supposed to meet my mentor at, of course with my favorite mask on. My eyes scan the place a little before I walk up to the counter to order my favorite drink. “Hi can I just get a 16 ounce Earl Grey, please?” The barista said something along the lines of yes of course and how my total was 2.16. “Alrighty, thank you.” It didn’t take too long for it to be done. They weren’t very busy and it’s just a tea bag and hot water.

“Excuse me, are you Y/F/N Y/L/N?”

Woah. His voice sent a tingle down my spine. Probably just because I haven’t had much human contact or the fact that I haven’t been laid in a while but, my god, what I would give for him to say my name again. But that was nothing compared to what I saw when I turned around. I’m just glad I was wearing a mask so he didn’t the way my lips parted when my eyes met his. He had curly brown hair and he dressed like an old man, doesn’t sound like much but for me, that’s everything. Oh my gosh, and he had nerdy little cute glasses? When I realized I was staring I averted my eyes and started blushing.

“Um, yes, hi, that’s my name. I’m so sorry, but what’s your name?” The tremor in my voice made me want to just drop dead. I’m a woman of science but if the Earth knew how to open up and swallow people, now would be the time to prove it.

“Oh hi. I’m Doctor Spencer Reid. I’m your psychology mentor. Did your professor not tell you?” He seemed so confused, oh my god he’s so cute.

“Oh. Oh my God I’m so sorry! My professor didn’t let us know who was mentoring us, just in case we did prior research or something. I’m sorry. But yes um I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you, sir,” I kept on rambling, looking anywhere but his eyes. Unfortunately, it made me look like I was checking him out. Oh fuck.

Chuckling a bit, he goes, “Oh no your fine. No need to apalogize. It’s a pleasure to meet you miss Y/N.” Not going to lie, the way he said my name sent tingles to my pussy. Oh my god what is wrong with me! I can’t be thinking these things about the person who is going to mentor me! Stop being so horny.

I started to blush and I cleared my throat and gestured towards the window. “Um, should we go sit out there?”

“Oh yes of course. Please after you,” he said, his hand finding the small of my back, hitching my breath and making me nervously mess with the rings on my fingers. We sat at the iron tables outside of the coffee shop, he pulled my chair open for me, finally his hands off of me. I felt like I could breathe again but at the same time I felt sad, empty. He took off his mask to take a sip of what he was drinking and holy shit. He had some scruff and his lips just looked so inviting. I wanted to distract from the silence that was biting at me. “So, uh, what do you do?” My voice trailing off, making everything so much heavier with awkwardness and the sexual tension that was just coming from me.

“What do you mean what do I do?” Fuck. I looked so stupid of course he does something in pschology. That’s the whole reason you’re here.

“W-well, um, like what specific area do you work in?”

“I do criminal profiling with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.” My eyebrows bunch together in confusion. What does that have to do with psychology? Almost as if he’s reading my mind he continues, “We psycho analyze crime scenes, victims, bodies to understand why a criminal would do what they did, which helps us to understand the type of person they are, their background, and it leads us to the criminal, or unsub.”

“Wow that’s actually really cool. But, like, how does that all work?”

“Tell me, Y/N, when was the last time you had sex?” I didn’t say anything. I was so shocked. First off, how inappropriate, but also how did he know? “When I first walked in, you kept on looking me up and down as if you’ve never seen a man before. You keep fidgeting with your rings. Usually new jewelry makes people fidget but the stains on your fingers suggest you wear rings frequently which means you're nervous. Also ever since I’ve taken my mask offyou haven’t stopped staring at my lips. So, sweet girl, tell me when was the last time you were satisfied?”

I just sat there, gapping at him like a fish out of water. What was I supposed to say? Why thank you for asking, although the last time I’ve had sex was a year ago but the last time I’ve orgasmed has been longer? Before I could come up with an answer he got a phone call. Someone named Morgan needed him or something. Whatever it was, it seemed urgent.“Sorry our meeting got cut short, Y/N. Very important FBI business came up. Here is my card, has my name, email and phone number. I recommend calling me because I don’t usually check my emails or my texts. Your professor already gave me your contact information so I know how to find you. I am very excited for the upcoming months.”

“Oh- uh, thank you,” I whispered, still shocked. He grabs my hand so that he can hand me my card since I haven’t moved a muscle.

“Oh and Y/N?” My head wips up at him and I let out a “hmm?” that could be mistaken for a moan. “Green is a nice color on you.” Confused, I looked down to see my button up shirt had popped open, letting my green covered tits be seen by the world. Eyes blown open, I immediately cover myself and say a thank you that sounded so embarrassing because my voice cracked. He just chucked and told me he would contact me soon. Before he left, I could’ve sworn he looked at me as if I was a sexy hollywood actress or something. But I brushed it off. Maybe he was concerned for me. After all, I had my tits out and made it obvious that I was desperately horny. God these five months will be awful if I keep thinking about Dr. Reid as a sex partner than a mentor. Then again the concept of having sex with your mentor can be hot. Nope. No. I should stop there.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #dom!spencer #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut

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brian-bloody-may · 3 years

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hi, love!! may i please request something with bri? enemies to lovers would be spectacular, but anything fluffy on your mind will do!! thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺

Hi! You’re my first ask :D I absolutely adore the enemies to lovers trope, though I’ve never actually written a fic using it! It's a little different however than the usual trope so keep that in mind. I accidentally ended up writing more than 4,000 words for this one (I was aiming at making it less than 2000 words jfsljgalk) and I think maybe some parts are stupid or don’t make sense, but I think it’s cute at least and it’s fluff and angst so what more can you ask for? Enjoy! Thanks for the prompt!!! I think I’ll call this “A Hard Day’s Night” lol

Slight tw for cursing

You didn’t mean for it to be this way, it just sort of….happened. You liked to think you didn’t have any enemies, I mean, you didn’t talk a lot, you didn’t have a lot of friends and you kept a low profile. You minded your own business, plain and simple. So how you ended up despising your neighbor across the hall from you was truly a shock to yourself.

It’s not like you didn’t have a reason though. Looking back, perhaps you had overreacted but....no, you had a perfectly valid reason. You sigh, you didn’t want to think about it anymore. You shut your eyes and laid back in your bed, and still you couldn’t stop replaying the day’s events over and over in your head.

It was, perhaps, one of the worst days you had had in the past few months. School was piling up, you were behind on no less than 3 assignments, you had an approaching test and you most certainly weren’t prepared. You had bills to pay, groceries to buy unless you wanted to starve. And now, the cherry on top, your mother had called to tell you that your father had been in a bad car accident, and that he was in the hospital with multiple broken bones. The pressure was piling and piling and piling.

So, after the worst week you’ve had in a very long time, all you wanted to do was go back to your shitty apartment and cry. Fate, apparently, had other plans. You entered your building and began walking up the steps. Truthfully, you hadn’t fully noticed the loud voices coming from somewhere farther up in the building, but as you got closer to your floor you realized it was coming from the hallway in front of your room. As you stepped into the hall, you noticed 4 men, 3 of them laughing and joking around, while the other man locked the door behind them preparing to go who knows where. You recognized him as your next door neighbor whom you had never actually spoken to.

The sight of them had only caught you off guard for a second before realizing that, actually, you couldn’t care less who they were or what they were doing, as you only wanted to be in bed. As you walked towards them, all 4 noticed you, you kept your head low. You noticed out of the side of your eye that a blonde one had elbowed another one of the men, before walking towards you slightly with a confident and arrogant attitude that had already begun to piss you off. Then he spoke.

“Hello, gorgeous.” he said.

You heard one of them groan in annoyance, and another, which you realized after was your neighbor, chastise him.

“Roger, please.” he said

“What? I was only being nice”

Through all of this, you kept your head down and you didn’t stop to give him the satisfaction. You would have to walk past them to get to your apartment, so you kept going. Then you heard your neighbor speak once again.

“Oh, hey, I think I left something inside, let me get it.” and he quickly unlocked the door and went in, leaving the other 3 in the hallway. Right before you were about to pass them, the blonde, Roger, once again made a move, moving right in front of your path and leaning against the wall on his elbow in a stupid attempt of looking appealing. His other 2 friends, one with black hair and one with brown hair, both rolled their eyes.

“I’m Roger,” he said with a sly smile, sticking out his hand for you to shake.

“Piss off,” you replied.

The two other men, though they seemed annoyed with his antics, didn’t think to move out of the way to let you through the cramped hallway, so you opted for pushing yourself through forcefully, slightly knocking Roger off his balance.

“Hey!” he yelled, offended. As you went past he put his hand on your shoulder, and in one quick moment of rage, you snapped and turned around.

“Listen to me, asshole. If you ever fucking touch me ever again, you will be so sorry. I’ve dealt with men who love to harass women, I’ve seen it all, and you’re just as bad as them. You do not have the right. So next time you even think about laying a hand on me or any other woman you’ve ever bothered, take a moment to think about what a piece of shit you are.”

In the moment you hadn’t noticed it, but your neighbor had found whatever he had been looking for and was now back outside in the hallway, locking up his apartment again as you went off on his friend. As you finished, you saw the look of shock on all 4 of the men’s faces. Whatever they had been expecting, it wasn’t that. Roger put his arms up in defense.

“Woah, I’m sorry.” he said half apologetically.

You turned on your heels and walked away, not suffering one more second of interaction. You heard your neighbor behind you saying something to them. It registered for a moment that he sounded angry.

You were already looking for your keys in your bag as you approached your door after what seemed like a 5 minute ordeal. In reality, the events from the moment you got to the top of the steps to the moment you reached your door couldn’t have been longer than a minute, but doesn’t anger always make you perceive things differently? You were already fiddling with your keys and were about to unlock your door when you noticed that your neighbor had run up next to you before you got into your room.

“Look, I am so, so sorry for my friend’s behavior. Roger can be....a pain” he said as he rubbed his neck awkwardly.

You merely looked at him, anger still blurring your head.

“Um, if there’s anything I can do, you know, to make up for it, please let me kn-”

And before he could finish, you were walking into your apartment and slamming the door shut in his face. You had no room for niceties, no room for forgiveness at the moment. You turned around and slammed the keys on the kitchen counter. You thought that he might try to knock, or to say something on the other side of the door, but you heard nothing more and forgot about it. Your only mission was to cry like you had never cried before, so you walked to your bedroom, shut the door, and fell face first onto your bed. And then came the tears.

For the next few hours you had gone through a sad and vicious cycle. Cry, wipe your tears away, compose yourself, pick up the book next to your bed to try to move your mind away from your problems, remember your problems, and cry some more. Honestly, it was therapeutic. At some point you knew you wouldn’t be able to bottle your feelings up anymore, and maybe, you thought, this would be a turning point of sorts. Maybe you would be able to get your shit together after the climax of the day. Well, you thought that, and then you began to cry some more.

And so there you sat, crying rather loudly in your apartment, wallowing in self pity. So much so that you almost didn’t hear the knock at your door.

At first you wondered what would happen if you just didn’t answer the door. Whoever was on the other side of it surely couldn’t have been more important than what you had going on at the moment. But, in a quick moment of judgement, you decided to make yourself get up and answer it. You walked to the door, wiping tears and mascara trails alike off of your face, trying to maintain any dignity you had left.

You didn’t bother looking through the peephole before opening the door. There stood your neighbor in front of you. It occurred to you that perhaps you didn’t have a right to be angry at him; after all, it was his friend who had set you off, not him. He had only been in the firing range. But either way, at that moment his was not the face you wanted to see. A new spark of rage began boiling in you, but he began talking before you got the chance to act on it.

“Hello, I-” he began before pausing, taking a look at your face and tilting his head. He undoubtedly noticed your tear stained face, you realized. “Uh, sorry, are you alright, love?” he asked gently.

Perhaps, if you and he had been friends, this question would have sparked a different response in you, but after the day you had had, you didn’t quite feel like unloading all of your angst on to a stranger. Instinctively, you wiped your face with the back of your hand, trying to further wipe away your stained face.

“Yes,” you said swiftly and angrily, “what are you doing here?”

“Uh, well, I just wanted to apologize again for my friend, you see. I just,” he paused and looked down, before looking back up to you again. “I just wanted to make sure you were ok.”

You wanted to be mad. You wanted to be furious at him. He, a complete stranger to you, had no right to check on you. He had no right to ask if you were alright, to invade your privacy. Briefly, however, it crossed your mind that maybe you were being rash and ridiculous. You stood there for a moment, deciding on some sort of response to his question. Then, it hit you like a pound of bricks, and, oh god, you were crying again. In front of your neighbor who you’ve talked to a collective 2 minutes total.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t put this all on you, I’m sorry,” you said, tossing the rest of your dignity out of the window. You rested your head in your hands and tried to stop the flow of tears.

“No, it’s alright, it’s ok love, I-” he stopped, not knowing exactly what to say. He hesitantly put his hand on your shoulder, and you looked up at him, dodging your eyes away every few seconds in a sad attempt of escaping eye contact.

“Listen, and it’s alright if you don’t want to or if it would make you uncomfortable, but uh, well. Would you like to come over to my apartment? I totally get it if that’s not alright, I know we don’t exactly know each other like that, but...you seem like you could use a friend right now.”

You looked around restlessly, your tears slowly coming to a stop as you wiped underneath your eyes once more and exhaling out. You thought about his offer, thought about how on another day, under different circumstances, you might have declined it. But he was right, you could use a friend.

“Okay.” you said. “Let me grab my keys.”

“Al..alright” he replied. He seemed as if he expected you to say no.

You turned back around, grabbed your keyring off the counter, and followed him out of the apartment and towards his own. He let you go in first, and you took a quick look around. It was nice; a little messy perhaps, but it was charming. The walls were littered with various posters and illustrations. One of the posters, you noticed, had 4 people on it whom you recognized. You looked closer and realized it was your neighbor and the 3 others you had met earlier today. Well, ‘met’ was an over exaggeration. Underneath the photos, written in extravagant text, wrote “Queen.” It was a band poster.

You felt him walk up beside you after closing the door.

“Are you guys a band?” you asked, beginning to finally settle down but still sniffling occasionally.

“Uh, yeah we are, actually.” he said, once again rubbing the back of his neck as he had done earlier. You looked at the poster again, seemingly lost in thought, before he pulled you out of it.

“Right, well. I don’t suppose I’ve officially introduced myself. I’m Brian” he said, extending his palm.

“I’m y/n” you replied. And for the first time that day, you smiled, even though it was only slight.

“Hello, y/n” he repeated, faintly echoing your smile. You realized that you didn’t exactly know how to progress the conversation. You had just cried in front of your neighbor, and now you were in his apartment. Needless to say that this was a new situation for you, and it seemed it was for Brian too. There was a short moment of silence over the room before you spoke up, breaking it awkwardly.

“I’m really sorry about everything,” you began before getting cut off.

“No, if anyone should apologize it needs to be me,” he started apologetically. “I’m so sorry about my friend earlier, Roger is a real pain in the ass and doesn’t know how to talk to people appropriately, as you can tell. I should have stopped him, I didn’t realize what he was going to try, I should have known though. I could have handled that better.”

This took you aback. You hadn’t anticipated such a sincere apology and now you were beginning to feel guilty.

“Really, I shouldn’t have lashed out at you that way earlier, I shut the door in your face, that was rude, i-” you paused to take a breath and ran your hand through your hair in the process. “It’s just been a really long day. So much has been happening lately and it’s become overwhelming. I usually don’t get so angry and impulsive, I just-”

“No, it’s alright, I understand completely. I’m the same way sometimes. It’s easy to let your problems, I don’t know, spiral sometimes. Snowball effect, until they’re so big they’re tough to handle. I get it.”

You weren’t used to someone being so kind to you. It almost made you start crying again, this time out of relief instead of frustration. You tried to hold back, but tears pricked the back of your eyes anyways. One escaped and you quickly wiped it away.

“I’m sorry if I’m overstepping.” he said, noticing it.

“No, no, you’re ok. I’m just not used to...this.” you quickly reassured, vaguely gesturing your hand in the air. You weren’t exactly sure what ‘this’ was.

“Would you like to sit down? Can I get you something to drink? A glass of water?”

“That would be lovely, thank you.” And with that he turned away into the kitchen, leaving you in the small living room to sit down on his couch.

Looking around some more, you noticed a few things. On the walls, among his own band poster and others, you noticed a few illustrations and images. You realized that they were of constellations, planets, stars; anything related to space, it seemed, he had pasted on his walls. You then noticed a telescope in the corner of the room next to the window. It was silly, you pondered for a second, because right outside of his window was the wall of another building next to it. Surely he wasn’t able to see many stars through it, you thought, but your attention was once again drawn away by the sight of another thing. Near the telescope was a shiny red guitar propped up on a stand. He was a guitarist, then.

Brian walked back into the room a moment later with a glass of water in his hand. He gave it to you and you took it gratefully before taking a small sip. Perhaps you hadn’t realized how dehydrated you had actually been. He took a seat on one of the chairs next to the sofa, as to not overstep his boundaries and sit too close.

There was another moment of painfully awkward silence. You were beginning to wonder if this was a mistake. You had no business being here, did you? You thought that maybe you’d say something like, ‘well, perhaps I should be going’ or maybe even ‘sorry for wasting your time, i shouldn’t be here’ but you realized that it would only be combated by Brian’s reassurance, so it wasn’t worth the effort. Instead, you settled on something else.

“So,” you began. “I’m sure you’re probably wondering why I’ve been crying all afternoon and have been on the brink of tears since you invited me to your apartment.” You tried to work in some type of humor to deflect or lighten the mood but Brian didn’t laugh, he only stared empathetically in your direction, listening to you intently, not interrupting. His kindness was so astounding it scared you just a little, but you decided that you wouldn’t stop, and so you began to unload everything you had been carrying that day, that week, that month. It all came unraveling like a tightly coiled ball of yarn. You told him about school, about how you were in debt and were struggling to stay afloat, how your dad had been in an accident and now on top of everything else you were worried sick about him.

“I think the...situation..in the hallway earlier was just the straw that broke the camel’s back. I’m sorry you had to be there for that. All the stress was just too much to handle, and as soon as I got to my apartment I just...shattered.” you finished, with one last sigh. As you recalled everything, you were afraid that it was becoming far too overwhelming far too fast. You felt it heavy on your chest, you felt your voice become hoarse, your eyes become glassy, your lungs taking shallow breaths. All of the sudden you weren’t in Brian’s apartment anymore, you were inside your own head and nothing around you made sense.

And like that, for the thousandth time that day, you burst into tears. You couldn’t say you were surprised. You placed your head in your hands and tried to even your breathing but it wasn’t working. And then, out of nowhere, you felt the couch dip beside you, and you felt 2 arms wrap around your shoulders.

“It’s alright love, you’re ok, I’ve got you, no need to worry.” He said in a soothing voice, and you believed him. You didn’t think about the way that you had only known him for a little while and he had already seen you cry twice. You didn’t think about how one might find it strange that you had only just met and he was hugging you and helping you calm down from another fit of tears. You only thought about how at that moment, for the first time in a long while, you felt safe and cared for and no longer alone.

This time you didn’t try to stop crying, you just let it happen, and Brian didn’t seem opposed. He let you cry in his arms, occasionally running his hand over your hair and reminding you to breathe in and out. After what you guessed was 6 or 7 minutes, your tears slowed, but Brian still held you. You were grateful. You finally took a long, shuttery breath and began to find some semblance of composure.

“Thank you,” you said simply.

“It’s no problem, darling. None at all.” he replied, slowly untangling his arms from around you, and you almost missed the contact once they were gone.

In the moments after you both stayed silent. Brian let you process, and you took a few more sips from your water glass. Your attention was drawn back to the guitar in the corner.

“You play guitar?” you asked to draw the conversation away from sadness and stress and everything else that had just passed over you in a wave of emotion.

“Yes, I do. I built that guitar with my father. I’ve been using it ever since,” he said.

You thought that maybe you shouldn’t bother him, you had already put him through enough, he didn’t owe you any favors. But, you had to ask, didn’t you?

“Would you mind...playing something for me?”

“Yeah...anything you’d like” he said and stood up from beside you to grab it. You thought that maybe when he sat down he’d sit back in the armchair next to the couch, but instead he resumed his position next to you, only sitting a little farther away to make room for the guitar. He looked down in concentration before beginning to pluck a tune that was simplistic but beautiful. Then he began to sing, and you were entranced.

“Yesterday my life was in ruin. Now today I know what I'm doing. Gotta feeling I should be doing all right” he sang peacefully

“Doing all right. Where will I be this time tomorrow, jump in joy or sinking in sorrow anyway I should be doing all right. Doing all right”

You wanted him to sing forever. You would be perfectly content if, for the rest of eternity, you sat on his couch while he lulled you with a gentle melody. With each lyric, you fell deeper into the trance. Your eyes traced the features of his face. He was facing forward on the couch, his profile in full view and illuminated by the lamp a few feet behind him, making everything about him feel angelic and ethereal. It didn’t occur to you how intensely you had been staring at him while he sang. It was only when he stopped that you noticed he seemed a little nervous under your watch.

“It’s just one of our songs, my band’s I mean, It’s nothing much really,” he said, looking away awkwardly.

“It was perfect,” you assured. “You’re incredibly talented”

“Thank you,” he smiled, seeming genuinely appreciative of the comment.

For a moment you thought that the awkward silence had returned, but actually, you realized, there wasn’t anything awkward about it. You both sat still for a moment, and it felt as if you two had been friends for years, like you were more than strangers who happened to live in the same hallway. You didn’t feel strange or uncomfortable. The sadness you had felt only an hour, hell, only a minute or so before this moment had seemed all consuming, but now you could hardly remember why a lingering tear still ghosted your cheek. Your anxiety and stress was a distant memory now as you looked a few feet in front of you into his eyes.

He was looking back at you.

You noticed faintly how his eyes flicked down to your lips for a swift moment. You noticed, faintly, how yours did the same. For a second, you almost thought that the air had changed, that the energy had shifted in some way, you didn’t pay it much mind.

“y/n?” Brian said gently, lowering his voice nearly to a whisper. You realized he had inched slightly closer to you. You hadn’t realized just how close you had been sitting to each other before then. You skipped a beat before responding.

“Yes?” you asked.

He seemed unsure of himself, unsure of what he really wanted to say, and if he really wanted to say it.

“Can I…” he trailed off, not bothering to finish the question before leaning in ever so slightly to seal the gap between both of you with a kiss. A gentle one, one that perhaps matched the way he had been towards you that evening; soft, understanding, careful. Sweet.

It couldn’t have lasted more than 6, 7 seconds. You didn’t want it to end, but you certainly wouldn’t dare miss the expression playing on his face once you had parted. He smiled like you hadn’t seen him smile yet. He seemed happy, which was a beam of light upon the darkness in which the interaction you’d had together had started. He was considerably taller than you were, but he rested his forehead against yours gently, and he laughed.

“Was that terribly inappropriate?” he asked, looking down between the two of you.

You considered for a second what you wanted to say. You laughed back.

“It would only be appropriate, I think, if we didn’t do it again” You saw him smile again as he moved his head away slightly to look at you.

“Well, I suppose we have no other choice.”

He moved his hand up to your face, cupping your jaw, and again you closed the gap.

#brian may x reader #brian may #queen #fanfic #gwilym lee #gwilym x reader #bohemian rhapsody #roger taylor #john deacon #freddie mercury #asks #prompt #angst #fluff #early queen #roger is a little shit lmao #i luv him though uwu #brian may x you

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captainrexforever · 3 years

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Trials and Tribulations 2/2

Rating: T

Word count: ~6k

Summary: The reader discovers that she has formed a force bond with her Mandalorian companion. This has some unforeseen complications during the events at the Imperial refinery on Morak.

Warnings: angst, fluff, canon typical violence, more Dad! Fett, awkward! Din, use of in-universe curse words

Note: Part 2 at last! There are quite a few pov. changes, so I hope that they don’t interrupt the flow of the story too much. Happy reading, and I hope you enjoy!

Pt. 1

After settling into the cockpit alongside Fett, the only thing you can do is wait for Fennec’s signal, but that doesn’t mean you have to be bored.

“Is it too much to ask for a tour of the flight controls?”

“I’m surprised it took you this long to ask.” He speaks honestly.

You can only chuckle in response and shrug. “What can I say, I’m not used to holding a conversation with my crewmate.”

“I take it Mando doesn’t talk much.”

His eyes search your face, and although you attempt to hold his gaze, your eyes fall to the floor as you answer. “No, he doesn’t.”

Fett only nods in response, and you have a sudden urge to change the subject. “So, I noticed that you wear your helmet while flying, even though all the screens are displayed on the console.”

He must note the change in topic, but he doesn’t bring it up. “Yes, I tied all the tracking technology into the visor of my helmet. That way if I have to aim at something while in flight, I can observe it through the viewport and follow the object with my eyes, as if aiming a real blaster.”

“Woah, that’s really cool.”

“Indeed. It’s an idea my father often shared with me, although he didn’t get the chance to implement the changes. I was finally able to make the alterations myself.” There’s a little bit of nostalgia in his voice, and you wonder if you should feel bad for bringing up a potentially sensitive topic. “Perhaps I can let you try it on the retrieval run.” Boba continues.

“Oh, no, no, no, maybe later, thank you. I don’t want to jeopardize the mission with my novice flying skills.”

“Is that so? You project the aura of a competent pilot.”

“Yes, but it’s been a while since I’ve sat behind the controls of a ship.”

Fett raises a hand to his chin, as if stroking a non-existent beard. “So you didn’t fly Mando’s ship?” It’s definitely a question, but it comes off more like a statement.

“Well, I...I usually left that to Mando, I felt like it was almost a form of relaxation for him and I didn’t want to take that away.”

“Can I give you some advice?”

That throws you off a little.

“Sure.”

“A Mandalorian’s ship is a precious possession, not as important to them as beskar or their code, but still. A ship represents a Mandalorian’s freedom and individuality. If you were allowed to live within that ship for what I estimate to be several months, there was something else going on.”

It feels like someone lodged their fist into your chest and squeezed all the air out of your lungs. Surely he couldn’t mean...“What, what do you mean? Are you saying he was desperate for help no matter the cost?”

Fett wants to bang his head on the console, then bang it against your head to knock some sense into you. No wonder you and the Mandalorian get along so well, you’re both absolutely clueless.

“Do you know that he carried you up the ramp of this ship last week when you were on death’s door, demanding medical attention from me?” Your eyes widen in response. “When we eventually realized you were losing too much blood, his first instinct was to infiltrate a medical station to obtain the necessary blood samples for a transfusion. Lucky for him, I had some sequencing instruments aboard, and we were able to identify your blood type. By some miracle, you and he happen to possess the same blood.” The atmosphere is becoming more tense by the second, and you can only sit there as Fett recounts the events surrounding your recent injuries. “He stayed by your side during the entire two day flight to Nevarro, refusing to eat or sleep. With the amount of time he spent providing blood to the transfusion system, I was sure he would pass out from blood loss before we arrived.” A choked sound leaves your throat. “The second we landed, he was on his feet, clutching onto your body as he carried you to the Marshal’s office.”

He lets his words sink in for a moment as he pins you underneath his gaze once again. “I have fought countless battles, lost many comrades, and seen fellow warriors suffer horrible injuries. But I have never seen a man so stricken with grief and despair at the thought of losing a fellow comrade-in-arms. It’s obvious you mean much more to him than either of you realize.”

He notices that you’re in shock after taking in all of that information, and he opens his mouth to say one last thing. “If you want to take a seat in the hold and let yourself process all of that, I’ll let you know when I receive the cue to take off.”

The sentence is uttered with kindness, and you can only nod, thankful for his understanding. In a second you’re slipping down the ladder to the main hold of the ship.

Kriff.

Tears bite at the corners of your eyes as you suppress a sniffle with your forearm. That damned Mandalorian has been holding out on you. It all makes sense now. The affection you sensed earlier, the brief moments where you often notice his gaze linger for a millisecond too long. He cares about you. The thought has you releasing a muffled sob into your palms, why has he never told you? You would have welcomed his affection and returned it a thousand fold, if he had ever offered you the chance.

A spike of fear races up your spine suddenly, and you tense in response. There is a familiar tickling sensation in the back of your mind, and you realize that Din is unintentionally projecting on you. After what happened earlier, you’re sure that you are the last person he wants to communicate with. His fear washes over you again, this time accompanied by panic, and you know that something has gone terribly wrong. Feelings be damned, you need to know what is going on down there. A firm nudge against his thought process grants your mind access to his, and the singular pulsing thought that envelops your brain gives you an immediate headache.

“This is for the kid. The kid needs me, I can do this for him. I can do this for the kid.”

“Din, what’s going on?”

“You need to leave right now.”

“Din, what’s going on, let me help.”

There is no response. You’re so frustrated right now that you want to punch him, and you must be projecting because he allows you to see one more thought.

You gasp in disbelief and shock.

“Din...no. You can’t take your helmet off.”

“This is for the kid, Y/n. There is no other way.”

“Your creed, your way. What will you do after you take it off?”

“I...I don’t know. This is the only way I can save him.”

A tear rolls down your cheek.

“I understand.” Then you pull yourself from his mind.

Even faced with death, while you cried over his limp body, he had refused to remove his helmet.

No, you don’t understand at all.

By the time Mayfeld and Mando board the ship, you’re seated in the cockpit once again, desperately trying to keep a firm hold on your emotions. The ship rocks with the force of an explosion as Boba makes a hasty retreat.

“We got company. Hang on.” He announces.

The ship swerves to the side as he maneuvers away from the blasts of two tie fighters, and you watch in fascination as the scope on his helmet automatically drops into place in front of his visor.

“These Imperial pilots can’t hit a damn thing.” He complains to you.

“Isn’t that a good thing for us?” You ask.

“I suppose. It isn’t much fun though.”

Wow. Maybe he and Din aren’t so different after all, or perhaps all Mandalorians are just crazy.

“You wanted to learn about the controls, right? Flip that gold switch I’m pointing to.” He requests.

After grasping a hold of the pilot seat to keep yourself upright, you reach for the control panel and flip the switch.

“Excellent, now take my helmet.” He removes it and holds it out to you. “Let me know when the two fighters are within 80 meters of each other.”

You take the helmet eagerly, desperate for some type of combat action to block out your overwhelming emotions. The visor remains dark until the helmet thunks into place around your head, then it bursts into life. There are so many readings on the display that you are overwhelmed for a moment.

“Look at the top right corner of the HUD, it’ll show you the close-range scans and a distance measurement for the two targets.”

“Got it. The display measures the distance at 100 meters.”

“Alright, just wait a second. Standard flight path protocol will have them grouping up soon.”

Sure enough, the number plunges down to 90, then 85, then 82. Just a little bit closer…“Now!”

A light flashes somewhere on the HUD as a click filters through the helmet’s speakers. A glance at the top right corner of the display reveals a projectile moving towards the two tie fighters, and you grin at the resulting explosion. There is still a satisfied smile on your face when you hand the helmet back to Fett.

“Nice shot. And thank you.” You hope that he understands your referring both to the advice he shared earlier, as well as his recent actions.

He nods. “Any time, vod.”

“Vod?”

“It’s Mando’a, the closest term in Basic is ‘comrade’.”

That spikes your interest and there is a burning question on the tip of your tongue, but you leave it for later.

“I’m gonna set the ship down, you might want to take a seat.” Fett breaks the silence.

You scramble to follow his advice, and once the landing cycle is complete he rises from his chair. “Just a moment.” He elaborates, as he descends down the ladder.

His absence leaves you with a quiet moment to reflect, and you hold your fisted hands out so you can list some facts and organize your frazzled thoughts. Ok, you tell yourself as you take a deep breath.

One, Din cares about you.

Two, you care about Din.

Three, he cares for the child like a son.

Four...what’s another fact? Dank farrik!

Four, you repeat as you rack your brain. Ah yes, Din’s Creed forbids him from revealing his face to another being.

Five, Din obviously knew he had no choice but to risk breaking his code. The choice was to either reveal his face, or abandon the child to a fate that could be worse than death.

Six. Well, now that you think about it, you are being a little bit petty. You would also be willing to risk anything, if it was the only way to save the kid. Now that you’ve gone and said it, you feel a little ashamed. Poor Din doesn’t deserve to deal with the loss of his child and your foul mood at the same time.

You decide to continue your list.

Seven, Boba Fett’s ship is cool as hell.

Eight, Din is kinda hot. Wait, what?! Hold on a second.

Eight, Din is...alright fine. He’s pretty hot.

Nine, He does have very nice thighs.

Ten, He’s really attractive when he’s fighting.

Eleven, He’s...Wait, you only have ten fingers!

You really need to get yourself under control, this is completely out of line.

“Let’s hold tight up here for a moment, Mando’s putting on his kit.”

You let out an undignified squeak, caught entirely by surprise. What you said earlier was becoming more and more true by the second, Mando and Boba weren’t so different after all.

Meanwhile in the small fresher, Mando is in the process of attaching his beskar chestplate when you start projectingly very loudly. A blush rises to his cheeks as you approach the end of your mental list. He has always hoped that you felt some semblance of affection towards him, but the thoughts you are currently entertaining are on a whole new level.

After the events in the refinery, he’s still a little shaken, but he feels he owes you an explanation for his recent behavior. Once the last piece of Beskar is attached to his figure, he prepares to ascend the ladder to the cockpit. But, when he approaches, he can distinctly make out your voice, as well as Fett’s.

“There are two words that I sometimes hear Mando use, and I think that they are from Mando’a. Would you mind translating them?”

“Why don’t you ask him?”

“I did once. He didn’t answer.”

“What are they?”

“‘Verd’ and ‘ika’.”

“Interesting.” He strokes at his chin again. “It’s actually one word, verd’ika.” (Little warrior)

“Oh. What does it mean?”

“It means…”

Oh no, Din thinks. I need to break this up right now.

“What’s the status on Cara and Fennec?” He blurts out. Affection and amusement fill him when he notices you jump slightly in your seat at his sudden appearance.

“They should be approaching our position at any moment now.”

Din nods. He realizes he’s awkwardly lingering at the base of the ladder now, but he can’t let Fett share that translation with you. Not yet. Not until he is able to explain himself.

“Fett, could you provide me with the materials to replace the cooling core in my blaster? All my spare parts and tools were on my ship.”

Boba stares him down. He knows exactly what Din is trying to do. Din sighs, he is far too fatigued, mentally and emotionally, to deal with this right now. He’s just about to give up when Fett gives him a sharp nod, plops his helmet over his head, and rises from his chair before descending into the hull. Din notices him shoot you an apologetic look, which you respond to with a tight-lipped smile.

Now that at least one disaster has been avoided, Din turns to follow through with his made-up task. A voice crackles through the speakers in his helmet, and he startles when he recognizes Fett’s voice. He hasn’t heard a fellow Mandalorian’s voice transmit through his helmet’s audio channel since the destruction of the covert.

“I know what you did back there.” Fett states.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I meant in the refinery.” Fett clarifies.

Din tenses in response and whirls around to face Fett again. How could he know?

“I was monitoring all Imperial communications from inside the refinery as a precaution, just in case there was a complication. The Imperial terminal in the base uploaded a facial scan that wasn’t registered to the computer’s database right after you two arrived.”

Din’s hands clench into fists, if Fett saw the scan…

“Don’t worry Mando, I never saw the image. But, I did have to perform a fair bit of technological jargon to approve the scan. And, I made sure the image was deleted from the Imperial database immediately after the files were downloaded.”

Din’s figure visibly relaxes, those were just two more favors he owed Fett.

“You know, you owe your companion a lot of explanations. Or should I say, gar verd’ika.” (Your little warrior)

If Din didn’t feel so exhausted he would put up a bigger fight, but he can’t help the way he immediately gives in to Fett’s unspoken inquiry.

“She is...important to me, I just don’t know how to tell her.”

“Well you’re going to have to do better than that. Think about it, then come talk to me. We will figure it out, as brothers.”

Din nods his approval.

“Are you two done staring into each other’s eyes? Because you’re kind of freaking me out.”

Mayfeld.

“Shut up Mayfeld.” Boba and Din huff in unison as they shoot him two identical helmeted glares.

Later, after Mayfeld is relieved from the crew, Boba and Din agree that they should fly to the nearest friendly planet so that they can restock their food stores and ammunition. While the ship is in hyperspace, Din takes a seat to prepare the message he plans to transmit to Moff Gideon. It only takes him a moment to agree on the wording. He decides to repeat the same lines that Moff Gideon arrogantly delivered on Nevarro several months ago, with a couple key differences. The message will serve as a warning, an omen of what is to come.

The last line of the speech suddenly gives him an idea. Perhaps he knows what to say to you after all.

Now that Mayfeld is gone, (you don’t even bother to ask why you are leaving him behind) you are free to sit down in the hold once again. But, after spending so much time in the cockpit, you find yourself wanting to stay. Boba Fett still sits in the pilot seat, wearing his helmet as he pilots the ship. Mando sits in the furthest corner of the hold, facing the clear viewport, as he and Cara discuss their next steps towards retrieving the child. You assume that Fennec is also down below, most likely passing the time by polishing her beloved rifle.

Fett breaks the comfortable silence that reigns over the cockpit. “As I recall, I promised you a chance to fly. Even though we’re in hyperspace right now, it’s good practice to just sit in front of the controls and familiarize yourself.”

“Are you sure?” You’re secretly jumping up and down with excitement, but you don’t want to annoy Fett right as he’s offering you the opportunity to fly his ship.

“I’m quite certain.” He stands up, offering you the seat.

You sit down immediately, running your fingers lovingly over the controls. It’s been a long time since you’ve been behind the console of a ship as unique as this one. After you’re done gawking, you look over to Fett, only to notice that he’s staring off into space. At least, you assume he’s staring off into space, you can’t really tell while he is wearing the helmet. He looks over to you after a second and removes his helmet, offering it to you for the second time that day.

“Are you sure I need the helmet?” Please say yes.

“Go ahead, you might as well be familiar with all the aspects of the in-flight instruments.”

You offer him a beaming smile before settling the beskar over your head. “I’ll be right back.” You hear him say, along with the sounds of him descending the ladder. Odd, you think, he seemed to be in quite a hurry.

As Din discusses his plan with Cara, he hears Fett’s voice crackle through the speaker in his helmet. “You ready to have that discussion? Your companion just announced she’s heading to the fresher, so we have time for a brief chat in the cockpit.”

“I’ll be there shortly.” Din responds.

Din continues his conversation with Cara, and when he notices a blur make its way down the ladder from the cockpit, he politely excuses himself.

He makes his way towards the ladder, the echo of his feet meeting the rungs causing nerves to bubble to life in his chest. One foot meets the durasteel flooring of the cockpit, then the other follows. He stands there awkwardly for a second, the back of the pilot chair and Fett’s helmet in clear view, then abruptly spills his thoughts.

“I know what to say.” He clears his throat as his voice cracks a little.

Fennec stands from her seat, affectionately patting her rifle as she props it against the side of the chair. As she passes by the supply closet on her way to the refresher, she notices Fett warily peering out from the doorway.

“What are you doing?”

Boba Fett, the famed Boba Fett, actually jumps at her words, hushing her as he continues to peer in the direction of the cockpit. She wrinkles her brow in confusion and glances towards the cockpit as well, wondering what exactly she should be watching for.

A few moments later, Cara notices that there is not a soul in sight, and she rises to her feet, determined to figure out where everyone has disappeared to. A quick sweep of the hull doesn’t reveal a sign of Mando or Fennec, so she decides to check the hallway on the other side of the hold. As she rounds the corner she notices both Fennec and Fett peering out of the doorway of what appears to be a supply closet.

Her eyes narrow as she stares them down. “What---”

Both Fennec and Fett shush her immediately, their gaze fixed upon the cockpit. Thoroughly bewildered, she too looks towards the cockpit, worried that something has gone awry.

Meanwhile, you are sitting in the cockpit, trying to scrape your jaw off of the floor as you examine each of the control panels. This really is one unique ship. Just as you are taking a closer look at the targeting instruments, a voice breaks through your thoughts.

“I know what to say to her now, Fett. I will tell her that she means everything to me, that she means more to me than I can ever put into words.”

You are completely dumbfounded. Does Mando know who he just said that to?

Fett...that sneaky little bastard...he set you two up, didn’t he.

Well, you are not one to look a gift taun-taun in the mouth, so you take off the helmet, stand up, turn around, and level your gaze with Mando’s.

“The feeling’s mutual, vod.” (Comrade)

He panics, because one second he’s standing in the cockpit, and the next he’s disappeared from sight. The clang of beskar meeting durasteel, along with a grunt of pain, echoes through the hold as you drop the helmet and scramble into motion.

You rush to the top of the ladder, staring down at Din’s splayed out form in shock. A snicker breaks the silence and your gaze flies to the hallway where your other three companions are smothering laughter into the palms of their hands. You can’t help yourself, the ridiculous sight has you falling into a fit of giggles as well.

“This is not funny!” Din’s voice echoes through your head.

The abruptness of his statement startles you, and one second you’re standing on firm durasteel, the next you’re falling through the air as you too plummet towards the flooring at the base of the ladder. Except you don’t hit the floor. You hit two warm arms that absorb most of your fall, then a beskar-clad chest.

A pained grunt escapes Din’s helmet.

“You’re heavy.”

“Yeah? Well you are busted, Mando.”

“Busted?” It sounds like he is still straining for breath.

“Busted.”

More laughter peals through the recycled air of the hold, and you and Din turn simultaneously to fix all three of your crewmates with a glare.

“You see what you’ve done.”

“It’s not my fault you're clumsy, Din.”

“Clumsy? You’re the one who fell on top of me!”

“You shouldn’t scare me all the time!”

“Are you two gonna get up, or are you just gonna lay there on the floor?”

“Cara!” You exclaim, your cheeks bursting into flames.

“I can’t wait till this mission is over, you all need some serious help.” Fennec grumbles, but she’s hiding a grin as she stomps to her chair, retrieves her rifle-just a precaution, she mumbles-then enters the fresher.

As for Fett, he has a shit-eating grin on his face, and you can’t help but notice that he looks like a proud father.

“Well, Mando, I think we solved your problem.” His grin falters a little. “Or, at least, one of your problems.”

Fett shoots you a wink as he steps over your prone form and ascends the ladder. “Good luck with that one, you’re gonna need it.”

Cara also walks past your sprawled out bodies, taking a seat as she pointedly looks away from you and out the viewport.

You look down at Mando, a soft smile overcoming your features when you notice he’s been staring at you. One of the hands that was used to brace your fall is now settled on the small of your back and it holds you firmly to his chest. The other hovers in the air beside your left ear, hesitating, and you give it a glance out of the corner of your eye. You so desperately want him to touch you with that hand, just like you’ve always imagined. So you give him a little nudge.

“Could you brush that piece of hair out of my eye for me?” It’s practically a whisper as you refrain from shattering this tender moment.

A shaky exhale rattles from beneath his helmet, and then his hand moves slowly to fulfill your request. Seconds drag by like hours...and then his touch finally greets your skin. With a tenderness that is so shocking it hurts (has he thought about this too?) the tips of four fingers meet your forehead, sliding down your temple oh so slowly until they glide through your hair, finally curling around the shell of your ear as any stray strands are tucked away.

You shut your eyes for a moment, every nerve ending fizzling out in complete bliss as you bask in the warmth of his touch. Neither of you move for a long while, and you would think he’d fallen asleep if not for the incessant chatter that hums through your mind.

“You’re smiling.” His voice surfaces through the haze of thoughts.

“I know. I can feel you, your voice, your thoughts...I thought you shut me out.”

“Never.”

You open your eyes and he is still in the same position as before. His hand curled behind your left ear, his visor staring up into your face, and the hand on your back still radiating the same warmth. After another shaky breath, he drags his hand down the side of your face, curls it around the back of your neck, then slides it upward over the base of your skull. Each movement is drawn out, as if he’s moving in slow motion. You both know that he’s only trying to prolong this moment, along with each gesture, for as long as he possibly can.

It’s your turn to sigh when he bends your head down, closing the distance between your faces so that your forehead rests against the top of his helmet. Your palms, that had previously been supporting your weight, abandon the floor to splay themselves over Din’s beskar chestplate instead. The closeness is suffocating in the most beautiful way, and you’re sure that if he wasn’t wearing a helmet you would be begging for a kiss by now.

“You’re thinking very loudly.”

His voice has you blushing, but you can’t bring yourself to feel ashamed.

“I can’t help it. You’re just too damn hot to handle.” It’s meant to tease him, but the response you receive is the complete opposite of what you expect.

“Yeah, especially when I’m fighting, am I right?”

There is a dramatic pause while your brain stalls to a grinding halt. “Were you listening earlier, Din? Why the nerve--”

He backpedals immediately, trying to reconcile his previous statement before you decide to jump up and clock him in the head. “Do you know that we’ve been kissing this whole time.”

Huh? Kissing? Your lips haven’t even touched! He must have hit his head harder than you thought.

“Are you coherent right now?”

He chuckles fondly, the sound echoing through your mind, and you’re sure it's the most beautiful sound you have ever heard. “This gesture, our foreheads touching...it’s called a keldabe kiss. Since my people do not remove their helmets, that is how we show affection to our loved ones.”

“Oh.” You can feel his nerves pulsing through your mind. “It’s perfect.” A searing warmth blossoms throughout your whole body, and you know it is the result of his happiness. “Will you tell me--”

Fennec emerges from the fresher and shocks you two out of your stupor. “Are you two going to stop gazing into each other’s eyes and take a seat?”

Fennec and Cara both share a chuckle at the way you and Din jump at the sudden intrusion. You are too immersed in your lovey-dovey emotions to even glare at them so you just huff in response. A glance towards Din’s helmet doesn’t reveal much about his current thought process, so you rely on your bond and just let yourself feel.

The emotions he possesses are so powerful they are blinding, so you guide yourself to his loudest most current thoughts.

“...how’d I get so lucky? I wonder if she will let me kiss her again.”

You just shake your head fondly. “Come on Romeo, let’s go sit down.” You offer a hand once you are standing, and he grumbles, eventually taking it even though you both know he requires zero assistance to lift himself from the floor. He doesn’t release you though, even when he reaches his seat and settles into the chair. Just as you’re about to turn and return to your own seat, he tugs on that hand and sends you barreling into his lap. A wide-eyed look of shock is the only expression you can manage as you fumble to keep yourself on his lap without tumbling to the floor.

And now he’s laughing into your bond again...great.

“Stop laughing and help me, you buffoon!”

Din quells his chuckling and finally moves to help you right your figure. His hands attempt to settle you into his embrace, but he can’t help but notice that you still seem uncomfortable. He looks to Cara for help, only to realize that her gaze is still directed out the viewport. Instead, he looks to Fennec, and the gaze that she eventually gives him screams you’ve got to be kidding me. He glares at her from beneath the helmet, raising a hand in desperation as he gestures towards you. Fennec glares back, and then mimics the pose of a droid, with her arms out, legs limp, and an impassive gaze on her face. Then she gestures back towards him. He gets the hint immediately, blushing red beneath the helmet, and nods his thanks. She just waves him off and continues to polish her rifle.

For the first time in his adult life, the Mandalorian slouches in his seat. His spine rounds as he curls himself around your form, providing a protective shell around your body. Both hands guide you into a sideways position, similar to a wedding carry-he blushes even harder at that realization-and then he tucks your head into the crook between his helmet and chestplate, where his cloak will cushion your head. You give him a sleepy smile and snuggle closer to his armored chest, looping an arm around his neck as you get comfortable.

“So will you tell me what it means?” You attempt again.

“What does what mean?”

“Verd’ika.”

“It means ‘little warrior’.”

The smile that overtakes your face is almost blinding. You fall asleep with the echo of that thought in your head, and wake up to the gentle snores of a certain Mandalorian. There’s an incessant needling in the back of your sleep-addled brain. There’s no way Din would have fallen asleep with the rest of the crew watching. You blink your eyes open, and panic a little bit when you realize that hold is quite a bit darker than earlier. There are a couple blinking lights from the cockpit that shed some light on the room. And after a second, you scan the area only to realize that there is no one else in sight.

Abruptly, your back twitches in pain and you realize that Mando’s vambrace is digging into your back. You shift slightly, trying to adjust your position without leaving your warm perch. Din mumbles in his sleep, shifting a little bit at your movements, and it causes the hand you slung behind his neck earlier to thwack him rather violently in the back of the head. He shoots to a standing position immediately, and you squeak, clutching onto him like a koala as he nearly sends you hurtling towards the ground.

His blaster is drawn in a second, and your sluggish mind struggles to connect with him through your bond in order to calm his frantic motions. He must break out of his trance before you are able to form a connection, because he suddenly settles back down into the chair with a tired exhale.

“Sorry, you startled me.” He apologizes.

“It’s ok.”

He adjusts you into a more comfortable position, fussing as he tucks you back into his chest. You just hum against his neck, basking in the warmth that he produces. Surprisingly, the beskar itself is also warm, and you note that it must maintain the same temperature as his body.

“We landed a little while ago. The others left to enjoy a night on the town, they won’t be back for several hours.”

“Mmm.”

“Are you even awake?”

“Yes.” You respond as you peel an eye open. The adorable way Din is tilting his helmet to look at your face sends a wave of affection blossoming through your chest. But, as cute as he looks right now, you really want to be asleep.

“Since we have a moment, I want to talk about what happened today.”

That has your attention, and you’re fully awake in seconds.

“I know that we disagreed on a couple things today. And, we have both made implications about our feelings, but I want to lay everything out on the table so it is one hundred percent clear.”

You nod in agreement.

“You and the child will always be the first priority to me. No matter what. Mandalorians value their clan, their family, above all else. You and the kid are my family.” He cuts himself off, voice cracking a little as he tries to continue.

You rush to fill the silence, eager to reassure him of your own feelings. “You and the kid are my family too Din, and I would not have it any other way. I know that you didn’t give me the mission earlier because you were worried about me. And, I know that you had to remove your helmet because there was no other way to locate the little one. I am sorry I didn’t support your decisions. I was bitter and hurt, but I won’t make that mistake again.”

A sound, like that of a choked sob, escapes Din and your heart squeezes in pain. Before you can finish, he cuts you off.

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way ner verd’ika. (My little warrior) I am so sorry, I didn’t even think about how you would feel.”

“No! Don’t apologize, I am the one apologizing to you.”

You are both laughing through your tears, and you clutch at his hands with both of yours.

“I love you Din, I love you so much, and I will always support any decision you make.”

“Ner verd’ika, ni kar'tayli gar darasuum. (My little warrior, I love you) You hold my heart in your hands.”

At that admission, you feel a burning desire to kiss him, but you settle for resting your forehead against his helmet instead.

“I seem to recall that you promised to ‘kick my ass’ once we landed.”

“Stop it, you’re ruining the moment.” You rebuke him as you shove half-heartedly at his chest.

“I think you’re wimping out, ner verd’ika. (My little warrior) You don’t think you can beat me anymore?”

How dare he tease you. The nerve of this man.

“No, I’ll still kick your ass anyways. I hope you won’t be too embarrassed when I school you in front of everyone else tomorrow.” A smug smirk stretches across your face as you finish speaking.

“You’re quite feisty, my dear.”

“Shut up, you love it.”

He grumbles beneath the helmet, neither denying nor acknowledging your statement.

“I never realized you had such a dirty mouth.” The words are directed through your bond, and you can’t help but notice that the tone is a little suggestive. His words have your face erupting into flames.

Your Mandalorian has some real nerve.

Ending Notes: I am actually really happy with how this turned out. Multi-chapter stories are a little intimidating and I admire all of you writers that can juggle several multi-chapter stories at once. I hope that this did the whole un-masking/face reveal thing justice while still staying as true to Din’s character as possible. ALSO, if I messed up any of the Mandalorian culture/lore stuff, please let me know.

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Request: I saw this tattoo programme where 2 lesbian friends went on and they got to pick the other's tattoo and they can't look till it's done. One picked "you mean everything" for the friend and she was so worried about her seeing in case she hated it. Then hers (from her friend) was "I love you". This had them all emotional and got them both to confess & get together. Anywaaaay, a similar idea for Tyka?

Sorry for the late response! I’m working again and still recovering! This is the LAST FIC REQUEST of this askbox being open!

Soooo likkee. Once upon a time I talked to someone about a tattoo shop AU? This gave me some serious inspiration sooooooo here we gooooo

Halfway through I remembered! I (mentally?) based a lot of this idea on @ishkajules tattoo tyka shop AU!

Oh, disclaimer, I want a tattoo but know NOTHING about them aaaahhhahaha

“You’re a great artist, but you’re scaring away your clients.”

“Why do you care, Tala?”

“I don’t. They come to me after you reject them, or make them so uncomfortable they sit in the next chair over.”

“So then, why are you telling me this?”

Kai cleaned his equipment. It was nearing the end of the day, he figured he wouldn’t have any more walk-in customers.

“I just thought I’d let you know. You’re losing us money. If you don’t fix it, I’ll change your pay to commission only.”

Kai scowled. Who did he think he was? Threatening his pay like that?

“Like I said. You’re a phenomenal artist. But you're lucky I hired you. No one else will with your personality.”

Kai gave him a glare, “I’ll try to do better, boss.”

“Good. Keep that mouth in check.” Tala gave him a ‘I’m watching you’ gesture.

As soon as he turned away Kai rolled his eyes.

The bell in the shop rang.

“Hello! Welcome, how can we help you?” Tala welcomed the new customer with his regular fake friendly greeting.

“Hey... I’m Tyson.”

The kid seemed nervous. He didn’t have any art on his body.

Blank canvas.

“Um. Is Kai here?”

“Kai? Are you looking for him specifically?”

“Yeah! I follow his stuff on instagram and I really want my first tattoo to be done by him!”

The boy’s face brightened the whole shop. Kai’s lip curled.

“Of course! Let me get him for you!”

Tala made his way to Kai in the corner, he got up in his face.

“Listen, this kid’s a newbie—”

Kai rolled his eyes, “you know I don’t ink tattoo virgins—”

“Think of it as a blank canvas. As artists we all like a good canvas, look at him! He’s perfect!”

Kai took a look at this Tyson character. He hated to admit Tala was right. He was a good blank canvas. But Kai hated working with newbie clients; always so nervous, worried about the pain. He would just rather work with a regular.

Tala got angrier, “you will tattoo him. You’ll do exactly what he wants, and above all, you will be nice.”

“Or else what?”

Tala shrugged his shoulders and smiled, “or else you’re fired.”

Kai didn’t want to admit that Tala's threat got to him. He sighed, played off as if he was slightly annoyed but obedient, “fine.”

“Good. Now go do your job.” Tala pointed to the front desk where the new client was waiting.

Kai shot Tala a glare, as he made his way to the desk. He put on his biggest fakest smile.

“Hey, I’m Kai.”

Tyson held a backpack around his shoulder, he grasped it firmly, while giving Kai the widest grin.

“I’ve been following you for a long time! I um… decided when I had enough money I wanted my first tattoo to be done by you…”

Awkward silence.

“Uh, what do you have in mind?” Kai learned how much it hurt when you kept smiling.

“I know you specialize in birds… I would love to have a red phoenix. Eventually I want a dragon. But I’d love to start with your strongest area!”

“Okay. Sounds like a plan.”

Tyson watched Kai like he was a celebrity. He had a popular art account, but that was about it. Kai just stared back at him.

“Um... I think I want it on my back…” Tyson trailed off as he grew more nervous.

“That’s a good choice. Do any designs come to mind?”

Tyson bit his lip, he looked up to the ceiling in thought, “oh!” He pulled out his phone.

He passed it to Kai showing him an old post of his. It wasn’t his best work, but he understood why he liked it.

“I can do that design easily.” Kai wondered why he was so worried—”

“I just… Don’t want it exactly like this.”

Ah right. Newbies.

“So what do you have in mind then?” Kai’s eyebrow twitched.

“I um.” Tyson rubbed the back of his head as his cheeks turned a bit red.

Kai sighed, “kid, I can’t work on you if I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Tala called to Kai, “Hey Kai! Don’t forget about your happy little tattoo gun over here!”

Kai reluctantly put on his big smile, “yeah boss, I haven't forgotten!”

He turned back to Tyson. “So what are your ideas?”

Tyson bit his lip.

“Do you have a reference I can make a design off of? Anything?”

“I… do.”

“Then show it to me.”

Tyson exhaled, then slid his backpack off his shoulder. He opened it and pulled out a sketchbook. He had it turned away from Kai making sure he wouldn’t see. He flipped through a few pages, and turned it towards Kai.

Kai grabbed it, and placed it down on the counter. He saw the sketch of the phoenix that was clearly an imitation of his style… with a twist.

Kai found himself impressed. It was a good design.

“I’ve worked on this for a few months… I’m pretty confident this is what I want… What do you think of it?”

Kai was trying to be extra nice, but he couldn't deny it was good. “It’s well done.”

“Thanks!” Tyson grinned.

The more Kai inspected the drawing the more detailed it became, it gave him new inspiration, a kind he never had before.

“Do you..” Kai cleared his throat and prodded the page with his finger. “Do you want this exact design or a design done by me?”

Tyson looked ecstatic, “would you be willing to make me an original design!?”

Kai thought for a moment. His original designs were usually reserved for regulars or people willing to drop more cash. But something about this design called to him…

He convinced himself he was inspired by his jealousy. He couldn't let this poor imitation see the world.

“I can make you a design based on this one.”

“Really!? Wow, thanks!”

“Can I borrow this sketch book?” Kai asked, while flipping the book closed.

“Um…”

“I need the design.”

“Could you take a picture?”

“I’d prefer to work with the original.” Kai’s lips hurt from smiling.

“Okay… You can borrow it.” It seemed Tyson was an extremely shy guy. “Be careful with it, okay?”

“I will.”

Kai stayed late in the shop. He worked in the studio.

“I’m locking up. Kai, I’m surprised you're still here?” Tala twirled the keys around his finger.

Kai was hunched over the small desk. He had already drawn out a few sketches. Tala inspected his work over his shoulder.

“Can you not?” Kai spat back.

“It’s a good design. I’m surprised you're putting so much effort into this kid's request. It’s not like you.”

Kai shrugged.

“He’s not loaded, you know? You’re not going to make up for it in tips.”

“I know.”

Tala felt a strange proud emotion emerge. “Alright,” he dropped the keys on the desk. “You can lock up. Have fun with your drawings.”

Kai watched the keys as they fell in front of him. He heard the door open, and close.

He sighed, then scrunched up the paper he was working with into a ball, and tossed it into the bin with the rest of the failed projects.

The sketchbook laid in front of him. He wanted to take a look at the design again. But he had lost the bookmark.

Shit.

He had to look through the book to find the right page.

There better not be anything dirty in here…

He opened it to another design.

Oh, wow.

It was a dragon, scribbled with faint watercolour. Kai grew curious, what other masterpieces did this book hold?

He began to flip through, curiously studying each design.

There were tons of dragons. Kai was interested, as he had always wanted a dragon tattoo, but he hadn’t yet met an artist who could ink scales the way he wanted.

These designs were so close to what he wanted, until—

He turned to a page with a very detailed dragon design. It took up the whole page. The colours were perfect, mixes of blues and silver. He was immediately captivated by it. His mouth hung open slightly.

It had been a long time since an art piece caught his attention.

He ran his finger down the page, careful not to smudge the drawing.

“Wow.”

Two days later Tyson came back to the shop, eagerly awaiting his tattoo.

Tala gestures to Kai from across the shop, pointing to the front desk where Tyson had just entered. He mouthed the words ‘be nice!’. Kai looked to the ceiling to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

Kai got up from his station. The night before he had pulled an all-nighter. Until finally—he came out with the perfect piece. He knew Tyson would love it. He was upset with himself for putting so much thought into it, after all, he was just a newbie.

Kai tossed a black file folder on the desk.

Tyson jumped a bit, then settled back in with his backpack on his shoulder, “good morning, Kai!”

Kai put on a smile, “good morning.”

Tyson tilted his head, it was kind of cute, “did you manage to come up with anything? I know it hasn’t been long—”

“I did, I think you’ll enjoy it.” Kai opened the folder and revealed a paper, he placed it on the desk and flipped it around to show the blue-haired boy.

“Woah! Holy shit that’s so cool!” Tyson placed both his hands on the corners, admired it with an open mouth.

“Is it what you wanted?” Kai accidentally let his smile drop as he awaited the response.

“It’s perfect!” Tyson was so happy you could see his dimples.

It made Kai perform… maybe… a real smile.

“I have a test here, do you want to see what it would look like?”

“Can I? Oh man that’s so fucking cool…”

Kai gestured behind the desk, Tyson happily pushed himself through the gate. Kai pointed to his station “that’s my chair, put your stuff anywhere out of my way. Take your shirt off.”

Tyson suddenly stopped smiling and froze, Kai almost ran into him.

“Hey!” Kai started to lose his temper, but saw Tala’s red hair in the corner of his eye, he took a deep breath. “You said you wanted it on your back didn’t you?”

“Yeah…” Tyson answered back nervously.

Kai dropped the folder on his desk near the chair, “then take off your shirt and lay on your stomach.”

Tyson swallowed a hard lump in his throat.

Kai just stared at him.

Newbies. It’s just some skin. So annoying.

Tyson let his bag slide to the floor, he kicked it to the corner of the room, then he folded his arms.

Kai turned around, ready to place the stencil, then he frowned, “why do you still have your shirt on?”

Tyson went to say something, but stopped.

Kai sighed, “it’s just bare skin. I’ve worked on way more intimate body parts. You have nothing to worry about.”

Tyson shrugged, he acted confident but Kai could tell he was nervous. He grasped the ends of his shirt and rolled it over his head, throwing it on top of his bag.

“Now lay down.” Kai gestured to the chair that was horizontal from the last client.

Tyon nodded, and laid down in front of Kai, “is it going to hurt!?”

Kai closed his eyes for a moment, it took everything in him to not retort with sass, “it’s just a sticker, so we can determine the placement. It won’t hurt.”

Tyson nodded.

Kai flicked his arm, “you need to have your arms near your sides… like this.”

Kai had grabbed his closest arm and manipulated it like a rag doll, Tyson hid his face, hoping his idol didn’t see him blush.

“Okay, I’m applying it now.”

Kai expertly placed the test paper exactly where Tyson had described he wanted it. Along his right shoulder. Tyson barely moved, but Kai wasn’t sure how he would react when the actual inking started.

“Done. Take a look in the mirror.”

Tyson jumped up, nearly running to the full length mirror in the shop, twirling his body so he could see it better.

“Wow! It’s so cool!” His voice rang through the whole shop, even Tala’s client looked up from his chair.

“Thank you, Kai!”

“No problem.” Kai sat down in his chair, he picked up his tattoo gun and started to tinker with it, he looked at Tyson. “So are you ready?”

Tyson’s eyes grew wide, “r—right now!?”

Kai gave him a genuine grin, “no better time than the present.”

Tyson made his way back to Kai’s station. He looked down at the chair, “is it going to take a while?”

Kai nodded, “I’ll do the outline today. Then you can come back tomorrow and we will ink as much as we can.”

Tyson sat on the chair, still too nervous to lay down.

“Hey kid!”

Tyson looked around the shop for the echoing voice.

It came from the client on Tala’s chair. He was covered in different tattoos, “don’t be worried! But remember it's addicting! Once you get one you can’t stop!”

Tyson laughed, “thanks man!”

The man gave Tyson a thumbs up, Tala smirked in Kai’s direction.

He must enjoy torturing me… asshole.

Tyson gave Kai a huge smile, “I’m ready!”

“Good.” Kai had reached over to his station, he placed a pair of glasses on his face.

“You wear glasses!?” Tyson was intrigued.

“Yeah? Why is that surprising?” Kai wondered why Tyson cared so much, they just met after all.

Tyson mumbled, “you just… never shared anything on your instagram I guess…”

“There’s more to me than my online persona. Get on your stomach.”

Tyson instantly obeyed. He curled in his fists.

Kai made the necessary procedures, he wiped his back with a sterile wipe, Tyson shivered.

Kai had to bite his tongue from sighing.

“Sorry… it was cold.” Tyson muttered.

“It’s fine, don’t worry.” Kai tried to reassure him but realized he had never really reassured anyone before.

Kai prepared the gun, Tyson turned his head to him, “how much… is it going to hurt?”

God damn it. Why do they always ask...

“Not as much as you’re going to love it.”

Kai impressed himself with his response.

Tyson nodded, and turned his head away from Kai.

“Alright, I’m starting.”

Kai had done it a million times before, but it was Tyson’s first. When the gun first ran along his skin he tensed up, he made a quiet high pitched noise. Kai kept going.

He kept tensing up, too much, it would ruin the work, and Kai’s concentration. Kai stopped for a moment, “you have to untense. It hurts now but it’ll go numb soon, then it won’t be so bad.”

Kai just saw the back of Tyson’s head as he nodded.

Kai grasped his shoulder, “good, now untense.”

Tyson tried to loosen up, but his muscles were still tight.

“Breathe.”

Kai wasn’t sure what to do, but he still had his hand on his shoulder, he gave Tyson a gentle rub with the edge of his thumb.

He heard Tyson exhale, and his whole body relaxed.

“Good job.” Kai readjusted his glasses, and continued. He was leaning over Tyson’s body.

Tyson was aware just how close his idol was, he could feel his breathing as he worked. His face turned red. Over the next hour he grew used to it. He was loving the closeness. He was excited to see what it looked like done.

Tala was surprised, usually Kai put his earbuds in and avoided talking to clients. But this time, Kai kept glancing at Tyson’s hair, as if he wanted to say something, but was stalling. At just over the hour mark, Kai made his move.

“I have to admit. I looked through your sketchbook.”

Tyson jumped, “what?”

“Don’t move—”

“Sorry, but why did you do that?”

“I lost the page the design was on. Then I just kept looking.”

Tyson went silent, clearly he was upset.

Kai stopped for a second, “they’re really good.” he immediately started again.

Tyson went stone cold.

Kai continued, “your dragons are insanely intricate. I’ve never seen scale work like yours. Are they all original?”

Tyson hesitated, “yes…”

“I’m quite fond of the silver-blue dragon, the one near the end.”

“I know which one you’re talking about. It’s one of my favourites too.”

“Mhm.” Kai trailed off, still not ready to ask the question he wanted to.

A few hours later, Kai stopped, “I think that’s good for today.”

Kai put his equipment down, and laid his glasses back on his desk.

Tyson went to get up, “ow…”

“Sore?”

“Yeah, I’ve been in this position too long…”

Tyson slowly rose to a sitting position. Kai admired his shoulder.

It’s great work. I did well.

“I want to see it!” Tyson jumped to his feet making his way to the mirror. He looked in the mirror and gasped in awe.

Tala had approached, he observed the design and raised an eyebrow, “it’s really good, Kai.”

Kai crossed his arms, “come back tomorrow. I’ll colour it. But it will be a bit of work.”

Tala agreed, “it might be best to split the coloring into two appointments. Since it’s his first… How was it, Tyson?”

Tyson was still admiring his tattoo, “the pain? It was fine once I got used to it, Kai really helped.”

“Really!?” Tala looked at Kai in disbelief.

Kai shot him a glare.

Tyson put his shirt back on while Tala described how to take care of it. They made their way to the front desk and finished off some paperwork.

Tala had gone back to his desk, still within earshot.

“Thanks so much. Kai! It’s going to be awesome!” Tyson grinned, “but um… can I have my sketchbook back?”

Kai nodded, then went back to his station, and came back with the book, he slid it across the table, but held on to it when Tyson tried to take it.

Kai didn’t let go of the book, he looked into Tyson’s eyes, with his first genuine expression, “I have a question. About your design.”

“Huh?” Tyson looked up to Kai. He was positive there was nothing he could ask that he wouldn’t know himself.

“I want to buy it.”

“What?” Tyson’s voice rang with disbelief.

“Well, I don’t want to buy the rights. Just the design, so I can have it tattooed.”

“You want my design!?”

“Yes, is that a problem?”

Tala’s ear twitched, the situation tickled his interest, and he made his way back to the counter.

“I uh—um.” Tyson was lost for words.

“How much?” Kai badgered him.

Tala intervened, “Kai leave the poor kid alone, let him think on it.”

Kai looked at Tyson, Tyson stared back.

Tyson let go of the book, “keep the book till tomorrow… I’ll think about what you said…”

Tyson backed up towards the door, “b—bye! See you tomorrow!”

He had left the shop faster than either of them could say bye.

Kai still held the sketchbook, he looked down at it. Tala was immediately furious.

“Kai Hiwatari, what the hell!? Are you an ass or head over heels? You’re going to bully some rookie artist into stealing his design? What is wrong with you—”

Kai had opened the book to his favourite page. Tala’s voice changed right away.

“Shit.”

Kai held the open book close to his chest, “I know. It’s well done.”

“You’re not kidding, here let me see—”

Kai handed him the book. Tala admired the drawing for a long time. Before flipping through the book. He let out a long high pitched whistle.

“Could you do it?” Kai asked.

“Do what?”

“Could you tattoo this for me? I want it on my right shoulder—”

Tala laughed, “no. My specialty lies in fangs and fur. I’ve never done a dragon, plus these scales… this could only be done by the original artist.”

Tala looked up from the book, “if you love this design, it has to be done by the original artist. Does he know how to use a gun?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Ah, shame.”

“How come?”

Tala went back to flipping through pages, “because I'd hire him on the spot.”

Kai was dumbfounded, “for real?”

“Absolutely.”

Dude I have so many more ideas for this AU it’s INSANE. AAAH but this is all I have time for now <3 if there’s a demand for more I might write more!

#sorry for accidently stealing ideas #it was just so good #if i continue it ill ask for permission i promise lol #tyka #ressyfaerie #ressyfaerie fic #au #tattoo

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fanficshiddles · 3 years

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Obsession, Chapter 1

Summary: Robyn is a journalist who starts covering a serial killer in the city, Tom. He takes an interest in the pretty journalist and starts paying attention to her. But she quickly learns it’s not a good thing to have a serial killer become obsessed with you…

WARNINGS FOR THIS FIC: RAPE/NON-CON, STALKING, HARASSMENT, MURDER, BODY MODIFCATION, DRUGGING, KIDNAPPING, VIOLENCE, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOUR, MANIPULATION.

Robyn sat at the bar with a few of her girlfriends in the club, drink in hand while she swayed back and fore to the music. It felt so good to be out.

A tall shadowy figure stood in the corner of the club, watching her every move. Watching the way her hips swayed whenever she went to the dancefloor to let loose, the pretty blue dress she wore hugging her figure beautifully.

When Robyn ordered another drink, she foolishly left it at the bar when one of her friends dragged her, yet again, to the dancefloor.

The figure made his move. He swiftly crossed the club and as he passed the bar, he stuck his hand out and dropped a small pill into her drink. No one noticed as it quickly dissolved, everyone was too busy wrapped up within themselves and others, lost to alcohol and music in a sea of sweaty bodies.

He headed out into the crisp night and made up camp just along from the entrance. Biding his time.

Robyn felt funny. The drink suddenly hitting her, even though she could’ve sworn she hadn’t had many. But she definitely didn’t feel right and she knew something was wrong.

She headed to the cloakroom to get her jacket, well, stumbled there was more apt. Her vision was starting to get fuzzy and her limbs felt heavy. Just managing to hand over her ticket in return for her jacket, the woman watching the cloakroom sneered at her. ‘Ridiculous how drunk people get.’

Robyn barely registered what she said as she started to make her way outside. But as soon as she hit that fresh air, she thought she was a goner.

She stumbled to the side, but strong hands captured her just before she fell into the wall.

‘Woah, easy there, darling.’ A smooth voice reached her ears. One she was sure she had heard before… But she was struggling to focus, trying to remember where she knew that voice from.

The world was spinning, all she knew and could feel was being held against someone. Alarm bells were ringing within her at that voice, she knew she had to fear this man. But she couldn’t place why.

‘Come on, let’s get you home.’ He said softly, his large hands holding her and guiding her down the street.

‘No!’ She garbled out as she tried to push away from him. But she was far too weak, her bones felt like jelly. And even if she hadn’t been drugged, she wouldn’t have stood a chance against him anyway.

‘Shhh, shhh. Come now, kitten. Don’t want to make a scene now, do we?’ He said firmly.

It suddenly hit her. She knew who it was. It was the same man that had been toying with her for the past seven months. The same man who had, up until now, kept his distance from her. Or so she’d thought, anyway.

It was Tom.

That voice was the same voice that called her every single damn night for the past month. Saying barley anything else but utter filth to her with that sinful voice that she so wished wasn’t so captivating.

But what terrified her the most. Was the fact that the very hands holding onto her so strongly, were the same hands that had committed such evil, despicable crimes that made her skin crawl merely thinking about.

What he was capable of…

She did not want to make him angry, in fear of becoming another statistic on the news.

When she started to comply, not trying to get away from him, he hummed in approval. ‘Good girl, that’s better.’ He purred, leading her away.

But not far down the road, her legs gave way as she lost consciousness. So she was scooped up into his arms and carried home. Her purse was raided for the key as he let himself into her home and carried her straight through to her bedroom.

Robyn was still out cold when she was laid down on her bed and her clothes were carefully removed.

Tom breathed in sharply as he took in every inch of her, his heart hammered in his chest at finally having her like this. Stripped naked and so vulnerable to him.

Slowly stroking up her inner leg, he marvelled at how soft her skin was. Unable to resist, he lifted her foot and kissed her inner ankle. Then he started working his way up her body, kissing and licking as he went, until he came to the main prize.

Breathing over her softly, he pressed soft kisses to either side of her cunt. Then slowly started to lick her, delving between her folds and up over her clit. He draped her legs over his shoulders and continued eating her out like a man possessed.

Robyn’s body was reacting well to the assault, he could feel and taste her getting wetter. But she started to come round briefly, though she still felt like her body was so heavy and as if her mind didn’t belong to her anymore. She managed to glance down, her stomach churning when she saw a strange man with a head full of curls down between her thighs. A beard scratching against her sensitive skin while his tongue focused on her clit, forcing her to cum even though she didn’t want to.

She tried to reach down to push him away, but she just couldn’t. She passed out again, her mind going blank.

When she came to a little while later, it was to the sight of the man above her. In any other circumstances, she would’ve said a very attractive looking man. One she was sure she recognised somehow... He was smiling sweetly down at her as she tried to scream, because she felt a very large presence pushing into her, forcing her body to accommodate him, whether she wanted to or not.

‘N… no…. p…’

‘Shhh, hush now.’ He whispered, leaning down flush against her he stroked her hair and kissed the side of her lips. ‘Relax, kitten. It’s about time I took what’s mine.’ Was the last she heard before passing out once again as he thrust deliberately into her.

When Robyn woke in the morning she felt so groggy, like she had the hangover from hell. She could barely remember what happened last night as she sat up, her whole body felt achey and like she had been hit by a bus.

She didn’t remember drinking that much. In-fact, she couldn’t remember anything from last night after dancing with her friends to her favourite song, it was all blank…

But when she got out of bed and stood up, she paused as her blood ran cold.

Parting her legs, she reached down between her thighs and whimpered as she felt a very sticky mess there… Slowly dribbling out of her and down her inner thighs.

‘Oh no.’ She cried, panic hitting her.

She was naked, which wasn’t exactly unusual because sometimes she did sleep naked. But having a man’s cum inside of her was NOT usual since losing her boyfriend.

Running into the bathroom, she jumped straight into the shower and did her best to get as much of it out as possible. Then she just sat there in the shower, in tears. Shaking. Not knowing what to do, or even who did it.

But then she realised… what if he was still here?

Shaking with fear, she turned the shower off and grabbed a towel. Wrapping it tightly around herself, she slowly made her way out of the bathroom and inched her way through her house. Checking in each room carefully, then she darted for the door and made sure the chain was on.

Only then did she relax a little.

Though not for long. A few hours later, after much contemplating of what to do, her phone rang.

She glanced at the number. She knew exactly who it was. In a weird hope of desperation for someone familiar, no matter who they were, she answered it quickly.

‘I think that’s the first time you’ve answered me so quickly, kitten.’ The voice on the other end of the phone purred.

Then it suddenly dawned on her. The voice, it was so familiar… She couldn’t place him last night, why he had been there… But she had heard that same voice last night, and now she knew why it sounded SO familiar.

‘You… You were there last night.’ She stammered.

A low chuckle reached her ear. ‘I was indeed. I must say, it was nice to finally lay claim to what belongs to me. Even if you were unresponsive… This time. Do you know how becoming you look when you cum?’ He growled.

Robyn let out a sob, it had been him. He had been inside her home… Inside her. Before hearing anything else, she hung up on him and turned her phone off.

She slid down the wall and started crying.

Not only was he a serial killer. And a stalker. He was a rapist too.

And she knew that she was not just his victim. No. She was his toy. One that he was having fun playing with.

She screamed, not just in fear or pain, but in anger.

Now she knew that his threats weren’t just threats. They were promises.

- - -

Seven Months Earlier

Tom was sitting at his desk in his office, doing some work to keep his company running smoothly as always.

His secretary knocked on the door and popped her head in. ‘I’ve got your morning newspaper, Sir.’

‘Thank you, Chloe.’ Tom smiled and motioned her in.

She rushed over and handed him the paper, then she picked up his empty coffee cup and headed out to make him another one. Knowing how he always liked to have coffee on hand in the morning.

Tom sat back in his chair and looked at the newspaper. He frowned when he saw the headline.

The Choker Strikes Again!

‘The Choker?’ Tom scoffed as he narrowed his eyes at the paper. ‘Who is responsible for this?’ He quickly flicked to page eight, where there was more on the story.

He scanned through it until his eyes landed on the journalist who’d written the story.

‘Robyn Green.’ He hummed, stroking his beard. ‘Well, Robyn. It seems I shall have to pay you a visit.’ He growled low.

#tom hiddleston #fan fiction #obsession #au!tom hiddleston

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giyuwu-san · 4 years

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spike into water // ushijima wakatoshi

— It’s sports season! Volleyballs and swimming caps are everywhere in this unlikely love story! But can the aspiring swim captain find a way for romance with the stoic volleyball captain Ushijima Wakatoshi?

↱ PAIRING : Ushijima Wakatoshi x Female-Swimmer!Reader

↱ WORD COUNT : 7.6K

↱ WARNINGS : Angst, Pining, Slow-burn

↱ TAGS : @assortedanime @tetsukuroos (I’m not even sure if you guys remember asking to be tagged LMAO)

↱ ASK : Hi! I dont know if you are still accepting requests, but if you are can i request for a oneshot of Wakatoshi falling for the (fem) swim captain at Shiratorizawa who also happens to be on the Japan swim team. I dont have a specific scenario for them interacting they could be dating and she shows up to one of games against karasuno(?) (I’ll leave jt up to you anything is fine) 😅. Thank you so much ! ❤️

↱ AUTHOR’S NOTE : It’s finally here! I’m also testing out a new format nyehe tell me what you think! Anyways this fic took me absolute ages and if you were one of the ones that had been with me throughout my writing process you know exactly what I’m talking about LMAO. But it’s finally here, so I hope you guys like it! This is also my first ever playlist fic, so each scene has their own song selected by yours truly! But it’s not mandatory for you to enjoy the fic! It just enhances the experience I think! Anyways, I don’t really know what else to say so I’ll just let you guys read it!

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scene one; i’ll try

Shiratorizawa!

The pounding of the drums sent a familiar shiver through Ushijima Wakatoshi's spine. Except for the fact that the tingling wasn't usually something he felt because of the cheers. On ordinary days, the piercing screams were nothing but background noise. Something he could unconsciously drown out.

It wasn't that he was ungrateful for the support his fellow schoolmates showed, it was quite the opposite, but with the intensity of the sport he played, the uproars could only be driven back as a mere afterthought, something he would easily forget about, a buzz at the back of his mind.

Shiratorizawa!

Today, however, a thought was pushing through the forefront of his mind. It was like something was screaming at him to do something, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out what.

It was currently the fourth set of their game against Karasuno, and as he looked around the sea of white and maroon, as well as the contrasting colors of black and orange, he couldn't help but feel strange.

Shiratorizawa!

"Shiratorizawa?"

Her face dropped as the sudden realization dawned upon her, and Ushijima had no choice but to watch silently. The way her soft eyes tensed into a tight glare, gazing back into his with a look of concealed hurt and betrayal. It pained him, to see the person he cared so much about, shrink back into the weak, vulnerable girl he had met all those years ago.

The ringing of the referee's whistle was what brought him out of his daze, walking briskly to the sidelines as the game was halted by a technical timeout. The cheers of the crowd didn't stop and with the added layer of another school, the overlapping cries were muddling together in what seemed to be a second battle off the court. The rhythmic beating of drums, the frantic clapping of cheer bats, and the deafening screams of the masses.

School was out for the day as the sun was slowly setting outside, its rays creeping through the windows, casting a golden sheen across the empty hallways. Most of the students had already rushed out as soon as the bell rang. Ushijima, however, being a new student, had to lag behind to settle the remaining paperwork with his new teachers.

And as he walked down through the empty floors, hands gripping the straps of his backpack, he felt his body halt as the peaceful campus was interrupted by an earsplitting scream.

The scream Ushijima heard resounded throughout the hallways, the sound ripping through his ears as it got dragged out by the constant echoes.

Who could that be? And at this time?

Ushijima didn't know the campus all that well, it was his first day, how could he? Yet as the screams only got worse, his feet started moving towards the sounds plaguing his elementary school's hallways. The cries getting louder as his feet stepped further in rapid succession, every step he took, the louder the screams rang in his ears.

As he crept closer, new sounds started inviting themselves through his senses, the screams were clearer, but now there was something else.

Are those water splashes?

Ushijima couldn't know for sure, but as his feet walked farther, he found himself halting in front of a room.

Opening the sliding doors, he was greeted by the sight of a girl splashing around in the water, head protruding from the surface every few seconds. And at that moment, it didn't take an adult to realize that the girl in front of him, whose screams were becoming more chocked, wasn't here to swim.

She was drowning.

The timeout had ended and Ushijima was once again standing tall on the court, eyes focused and calculating. Whatever feelings were emerging from within him, the sudden wave of nostalgia that would wash over him, they could be dealt with at another time. He needed to focus, sharpen his senses on the game in front of him, but no matter how hard he tried, there would always be an inkling feeling that lingers at the back of his conscious.

The girl was shivering and clinging onto Ushijima's body. Which now matched hers as the droplets of water fell onto the tile floors beneath them.

He couldn't quite process what exactly just happened. He couldn't understand how he had found himself in this situation, but he understood that the girl was safe. And that was all he needed to understand.

"Don't let me go," he heard her say despite her coughs. He heard her, and he listened. Holding onto her form tighter before rushing her to the nurse.

scene two; you’ve got a friend in me

"Toshiiii!" you said. The joy in your voice making itself known as you trudged further into the small yard with Wakatoshi and his father playing volleyball together. "Let me play too!" you pouted.

The young boy turned to you and nodded promptly, much to your delight.

"Y/N-chan! How nice of you to drop by!" said Ushijima's father, a wide smile plastered onto his face as he waved at you. He was always such a kind man, always welcoming you with open arms. And as you ran over to where they were playing, the smile never once left his face.

Knowing this, you could only laugh as you stared at the boy in front of you. Face emotionless and unwavering in comparison.

It had been a year since that incident in the pool. The memories that still plagued your mind sent your body shivering similarly to how it did back then. But looking at the boy staring back at you, your troubled mind found comfort in his eyes. Eyes that were calm like the grass that surrounded him, swaying softly as the wind brushed its soft fingers through it.

"Do you know how to play?" he asked you.

"N-no," you said meekly. "But if I learn, do you think I can be as good as you?"

And at that moment, the ball that was once in Wakatoshi's hands flew over to your direction. A small yelp escaped you, your arms flying up to protect your face.

"Maybe," was his only response as you huffed and picked the ball back up.

"I wasn't ready yet!" you tried acting mad but ended up laughing as the fifth-grader looked at you blankly once more. "Don't think I'm weak just because I'm a third-grader!"

"But if I thought you were weak wouldn't I have warned you before throwing the ball?" he retorted back.

"Oh yeah..." you said in sudden realization.

Ushijima's father, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but laugh.

scene three; i smile

The warm beads of sand tickled your feet. The ocean waves flowing smoothly against the surface as it danced back and forth with the current. And the sun shined brightly above, casting a sheen against all that stood below it, basking everything in sunlight. It was a beautiful day.

Your family had decided to take a summer trip to the beach. It was the final week of your summer break, and once this was over, you would be coming back to school a fourth-grader.

You looked towards Ushijima and his father, having had tagged along after you had invited them. The olive-haired boy still wearing the same unwavering expression. You laughed at him despite yourself. You would think someone who was going to be in the sixth-grade, and soon a junior high-schooler would at least try to make himself seem more approachable.

You bowed to his father in greeting. The man smiling back at you before walking over to your parents for a chat, leaving you alone with Wakatoshi.

You had remained friends ever since the incident at the pool. Only having grown closer throughout the summer break with your frequent visits to his house.

"Toshi! Let's play beach volleyball!" you piped up at him as he looked at you curiously.

"Sure," he said.

But you should have known with your volleyball skills not having improved much, that the game was going to end quicker than you thought.

Huffing in frustration, you plopped down onto the sand with your arms crossed.

"Why can't I be as good as you?" you asked him. Your eyes peering up at him as a small pout played on your face.

"Maybe you're just good at something else," he said, shoulders shrugging slightly.

"Like what?" you asked, only for him to shrug once more. Making an exasperated sigh escape your lips as you laid down on the sand.

"Why don't you try learning how to swim?" he asked suddenly, making your body jolt up. Your face looking up at his with bewilderment, was he insane?

"Woah, wait, what brought this up?" you asked him. "You know I can't!"

"Why not?" was his reply. Of course, that was his reply. "We're at a beach."

"No," you said.

"Why?"

"I might drown." you looked up at him, and his eyes softened ever so slightly. He knew why you were scared, but you couldn't just keep living your life having this one memory hold you back, right? Because even if he didn't say it outright, you were his friend. And friends care about each other and want them to be better.

"I'll teach you," he said. You looked at him with shock, but with his face looking oddly determined, you agreed begrudgingly.

The water felt cold against your body as you tried to float on top of it. With Toshi supporting you as he held you up, you tried to calm down.

But it wasn't working.

The feeling of having the air blocked out, the feeling of your vision blurring, and your body going into a panic. It kept playing at the back of your mind like he was going to let go and watch you sink deeper and deeper. You felt like shaking, maybe you were, but then suddenly—

"It's okay," he said, holding you tightly. "I won't let you go."

He looked at you carefully, attentively.

"So just breathe."

He was right, it was okay.

You took a deep breath, letting the air fill your lungs, and the ocean breeze brush against your skin. He won't let go.

And soon it felt like you were floating, and you were. Toshi gently moving you around the water as your body continued to float against it. You looked at him, and you smiled.

It didn't take long until he started teaching you the basics of how to swim, or at least he tried to. You did now know how to float, but you still hadn't gotten over the fear of your head being below the water, and Toshi knew this.

"Take a deep breath," he said. And before you knew it, his hands covered your ears as he pushed both of your heads underwater.

It felt like you were entering a different realm. It felt peaceful, serene even. As he looked into your eyes to make sure you were okay, you stared back into his. The gentle hum of the ocean was something you never knew existed, its melody ringing in your covered ears as it almost lulled you to sleep.

It was because of him that you could hear such a beautiful song, and it was because of him you suddenly felt braver, stronger.

You brought your own hands up towards his ears, cupping them the same way his hands did with yours.

You wanted to stay like this forever, in this dream, with him.

But eventually, you had to come back up for air. Breathing in as the sunlight suddenly evaded your senses, you looked into his eyes, with a new fire evident in your own.

"One day, I'll definitely be as good as you," you said. And for the first time since meeting him at the pool that day, he smiled.

scene four; i like you

"Nice receive!"

The gymnasium watched on carefully at the match playing before their eyes. It was the last day of their elementary school's sports festival and the volleyball game playing on its final set was keeping everyone on edge. It was a close game. The third set seemed never-ending as both teams fought back and forth in a deuce.

You watched Ushijima as he moved together with his team in what seemed like some sort of spontaneous choreography. They were at match point a few seconds ago, but that was until the spiker from the other team came forward, evening out the score, and bringing both teams' scores into the 30s.

You were biting your nails, the jacket you wore seeming to be useless against the chills running through your body at the intense match. Miraculously, however, the other team's serve went too far out and placed Ushijima's team back at match point. You gripped the metal bars in front of you, your gaze fixated onto the olive-haired boy. Your head felt like exploding as the internal chanting kept getting louder and louder. And that was probably because the chanting wasn't internal anymore.

"Ushijima Wakatoshi!" you screamed, catching the attention of both him and everyone else. "Show them how strong you really are!"

His face remained expressionless like it always was, but you could feel the aura around him change. It was almost as if the air started circling him, the air pressure shifting and rotating against all opposing currents. And you knew everyone else could feel the change too. Like everyone was getting sucked into a whirlpool, a vortex.

He jumped into the sky, the setted ball flying towards him as if it knew that was where it was meant to go.

You saw him bring his hand down, and you saw the ball hit the floor.

You watched as the ball flew back up just as quickly as it had hit the ground. The sound it emitted seemed almost high pitched and scattered as it resounded around the silent gymnasium. The scattered sound, like droplets of water that would be thrown up into the air, punched upwards by something crashing into it.

The ball was what crashed into it, a spike into water.

The game ended with your school's victory. The court divided in both triumph and failure, but it was a good game nonetheless.

You were walking alongside Ushijima, still as expressionless as ever. You looked at him and couldn't help but chuckle.

"You just won a hard game," you said, eyes locking on to his profile. "Shouldn't there at least be a tiny little smile?" you chuckled even more as you brought your fingers up to the ends of his mouth and hoisting them up to form a small, makeshift smile. It was good enough.

"I'm smiling in the inside," he said. You laughed at his attempt at being playful. But he was right. After knowing him for two years, you had grown a strange skill of identifying his moods. You knew he wasn't the type of person to wear his emotions on his face, but you knew more than anyone that he felt emotions just as intensely as anyone, if not more.

You looked at him some more, imagining what kind of smile he was wearing within himself. Would it be a goofy smile? Teeth butting out? Maybe with some gums showing?

Or would it be the small, proud smile he showed you that day at the beach? When he looked at you like you were the most amazing person in the world. Like you were his pride and joy, the strongest person he knew.

He smiled at you like that, yet whenever you looked at him, you almost felt like crying. To you, he was the most amazing person in the world. Your pride and joy, the strongest person you knew.

You looked at him, and wanted to love him.

You wanted to love the way his hair would turn darker when damp from sweat. The sweat that showed he had worked hard, that he had grown stronger and will continue to do so. You wanted to love the way he was always there for you when you needed him the most, even when you didn't know he was there. You wanted to love the way he looked at you. Fantasizing that maybe he would look at you, and want to love you too.

You wanted to love him, because you do.

You smiled at him, then looked forward ahead of you.

"Come to my game later," you said, determined. Finally having the chance to show him how hard you had worked. You zipped up your club jacket and continued looking ahead. You took a deep breath. Halting your steps, you looked at him.

"I'll show you how good I've gotten."

scene five; i’ll remember

The cold air of the pool washed over your entire body, sending a shiver down your spine. You looked around the room, the bright lights that shined from above you, the white walls that surrounded you, and the aquamarine tiles that were below you. You looked at the clear water that flowed calmly within its confinements.

And then you looked at him, into his eyes.

You smiled at him, a bittersweet smile. It was his last year as an elementary school student. Soon enough, he was going to leave you behind to fulfill greater heights. He was going to leap forward and fly higher and higher.

And so were you.

You were going to show him how far you've come. That you had become someone he could be proud of, someone that you could be proud of. You were both going to become stronger.

Together.

You were both going to go separate ways, towards two different paths. And as you took your position on the stand and the whistle resounded across the room. You leaped forward towards yours.

The water hit your face as your body started moving, hearing the same song you did at the beach, just with a different melody. The tempo was faster, you were faster. It was like your body was moving, dancing, through the water.

You felt at peace. The water that you used to fight with, the water that you couldn't get along with, had finally accepted you with open arms. Letting you move through it, forming a passage for you to cross.

There were many setbacks. Times when you receded back into the girl that almost drowned, that was scared of the water taking her. There were times when you would lose your calm and fumble. Times when you would think back to the fear and let it consume you.

You were waiting for that moment to happen, waiting for it to appear and devour you.

But it never came.

Instead what appeared were the memories you had with him. All the times you had been with him, and all the times he had been with you.

"I won't let you go," he said.

You wanted to thank him for these memories. Memories that helped you get through your hardest days, memories that made you remember that he was always going to be there no matter what, always beside you.

Even if he was going to graduate soon, and leave you behind. Even if there would come a day when you would have to say goodbye, you would always keep these memories he had given you, and never let them go. Promising to yourself that you would remember.

You would remember these memories, the ones that made you love him even more.

He watched you from the sidelines as your body seemed to move in sync with the water. Watched as your head peeked out momentarily, only to gracefully dive back in. It was as if you were performing a coordinated swing, dancing along to music he could not hear.

He looked at you and saw no trace of the girl drowning in the pool that day. You had come so far, and no words could express how proud he was as he watched you swim further ahead. No fear or hesitation apparent in your form. It was like you were a completely different person.

And then your head jumped out of the water after reaching the end of the pool, and it was as if you were reborn perfectly anew.

You locked eyes, and showed him the most radiant smile he had ever seen. How could he possibly not smile back?

He looked into your eyes that gleamed brilliantly at him. Eyes that conveyed words that only he could hear, and feelings only he could accept.

"I told you," his smile grew wider. "I told you I'd be just as good as you."

scene six; when you love someone

Ushijima was walking alongside you, who was smiling brightly, feet skipping. You were looking at him with the smile he had seen countless times. The smile that was so happy, it hurt him to see you any other way.

Whenever there were times that your smile would lose its joy, it's brilliance, he wanted to give it back to you. He would do whatever it took just for your smile to stay the same. It made his heart ache thinking about the times you weren't smiling, when you were weak and shaking in his arms.

But as he looked at you now, your hair slightly damp and your eyes shining like the moon that illuminated onto them so beautifully. He looked at you now and felt his heart sing with joy.

He remembered all those times he wanted to take your pain away. Those times when he would rather have your tears be his own. He almost wanted to curse himself for only being able to be with you, that the only thing he could do to ease the pain was to stand beside you.

He looked at you now and continued to watch you walk— grow.

Yet again, always beside him. And he felt happy.

His heart ached and soared at the same time. Just the mere thought of you sending shivers down his spine, his young mind was racing with these new feelings he didn't understand.

"It was an eventful day today," he said, trying his best at conversation.

"It was," you said back, your face turning to look at him and— your smile.

You're so beautiful.

The sparkle in your eyes, the pink of your cheeks, the curves of your lips, everything, everything was so beautiful.

And then, your smile softened, and soon vanished into a small frown.

He was distraught.

"Do you know," you trailed off slightly, your eyes dropping down onto the ground as you kept walking, "why I was drowning that day?"

"You didn't seem to want to talk about it," Ushijima said carefully.

You chuckled a bit, playing awkwardly with your hands.

"It wasn't anything serious." You continued, "Actually, it was kinda stupid, ya know?"

He nodded to you, still listening.

"Maybe..." you drifted off once more, "maybe that's why I was so scared to tell you, cause, I thought that you would think that I was really lame."

"I would never think that," he replied bluntly.

"Yeah," you looked at him again, a fragment of your smile coming back to your face. "I know."

He was still looking at you expectantly, though not inclined to ask you outright, he couldn't deny that he was curious.

"It was during swimming classes that my favorite necklace broke and fell into the pool." you laughed at yourself, cheeks heating up slightly.

"And so you decided to go back after school to try and get it out?" he asked, which only made you feel even dumber.

"Yeah..." you said, before huffing and replying, "but it was my favorite necklace, okay?!"

"Okay," he replied, looking at you.

You stopped in your tracks and stared at him dumbly.

"Y-You're not gonna call me dumb?" you said.

"No," he said. "Do you want me to?"

"No!" you coughed. "I mean, no."

"Okay then," he replied once more before walking again.

"I just thought—" you sighed. "I thought you would laugh at me."

He looked at you. You were frowning with your eyes focused down onto your shoes, the smile he loved nowhere to be seen. You had just won a competition, why were you so gloomy all of a sudden?

"We all did foolish things when we were younger," he tried his best to cheer you up, to have you smiling again. "It's nothing to be ashamed of."

You perked up at him slightly. Almost there.

"What kind of necklace was it?" Please give me your smile again.

"It was silver, with a little feather pendant attached to it," you said, your small smile growing ever so lightly. Just a little more.

"I see," he said, watching you intently. Waiting for your smile to grace him with its presence once more, please let me make you smile.

He stopped dead in his tracks, causing you to do the same. Turning his body towards yours, he looked at your confused face. Your face looked so pretty under the street lamp, the dull lighting draping over your features so casually. But he knew that your smile could outshine the lamp tenfold. So please, just smile, be happy.

He brought his index fingers to the corners of his mouth, stretching them up and forming a wide makeshift smile.

You're so beautiful when you're happy.

You started laughing, and his heart was overjoyed.

He hoped you could hear him, hear his heart beating— singing for you.

And so as you laughed at him, the smile he loved so much making its way back to your face, he promised to do everything he could to make it stay.

All your struggles, all your pain, he would carry them for you. Because that's what you do; when you love someone.

scene seven; i need somebody

You smiled brightly at the slightly flustered Ushijima, his fingers that were once on the corners of his mouth now falling back down to his sides. You watched him look at you, and the frown that you had earlier made its way back to your face.

You wanted to prepare yourself— prepare him for what you had to say. No matter how much you thought about it, you couldn't find the right words and rambled instead. But even in your struggles and indecisiveness, you had to tell him.

"Toshi," you started. Feeling the lump in your throat as you stared into his olive eyes. You eventually turned and looked away. "Where are you going for junior high?"

A simple, evasive question, it was all you could muster.

He seemed to have thought nothing of it, "Shi—" but that was until he stopped, and stumbled. But even with his momentary uncertainty and falter, he still looked at you.

"Shiratorizawa," he finally said to you.

"Shiratorizawa?"

Your face dropped as the sudden realization dawned upon you, and Ushijima had no choice but to watch silently. You had expected it— knew that this was how it was going to happen, yet the true reality of the situation had only hit you now. After all the desire for improvement and strength had calmed down, all that was left was you and him, standing in front of each other in a dimply lit alley, cursed with the impending fate of a goodbye.

Your soft eyes started to fill with unknowing tears, gazing back into his with a look of hurt and melancholy. It pained him, to see the person he cared so much about, shrink back into the weak, vulnerable girl he had met all those years ago.

But you could still visit each other, he thought. Your houses were still close. Nothing needed to change, right?

"Oh," you said. "My family and I are moving to Australia."

"Oh," he said back. "I see."

"Yeah..." you fiddled with your fingers, the lights above you flickering.

You thought that it was over, it was done. There was nothing else that was needed to be said. And so you turned and walked away, even when you didn't want to.

You wanted to turn around and hug him, tell him that you didn't want to go. Cry into his arms and listen to him. Listen to how his heart was beating too fast, listen to him breathing unsteadily. Listen to him as he would mutter a weak invitation to his graduation ceremony, that he wanted you to stay, with him.

But none of it came, there was no invitation, there were no hugs, and no turning back.

You wanted to stop and— just stop and not go, to stay. But you didn't.

And he didn't stop you.

Ushijima spiked the ball hard into the other side of the court. Feeling all the adrenaline rush in with the unwelcome resurgence of memories fogging his mind into an intense haze.

He suddenly remembered the way your eyes shined in the moonlight that very night. The way your face glowed and your hair cascaded down your shoulders, he remembered you, and your smile.

Why did it have to be now that he would remember you, yearn for you, after all these years of painful acceptance? Why did it have to be now that he would be overwhelmed by the questions of what if?

He couldn't explain it. The thought that was being pushed through the forefront of his mind, the light buzzing and banging. Like something was screaming at him to do something, and getting louder and louder.

He looked across the crowd, the opposing team having called for a timeout. He looked across the cheer squad and large drums. The banging ringing in his ears louder than ever, maybe he was just going crazy?

But with the sinking feeling that he was getting closer to something, he let the moment of insanity slide for now. He kept looking, scanning every face that came into view. That maybe there was something— someone he needed to see.

And then he saw you. Your eyes shining, face glowing, hair cascading down your shoulders, everything. He saw you, and you saw him. Your mouth coming up and forming that smile he loved so much. You always smiled at him so perfectly, but more than that, you were here, cheering for him.

He ignored the strange looks his coaches and teammates were giving him. He was aware that they probably thought he was going through it, because maybe he was. He just couldn't believe it. You were right there.

He then heard the familiar whistle blow across the gym. And he was momentarily knocked out of his daze. He sent you one last look, and ignored all his questions, when, why, and how you were here was something he could deal with at another time. Because when he finally stepped back onto the court, he was stepping in for you.

For all the moments you had, and all the moments you didn't. For all the words that had been said and the words that could have. He stepped in for you, for the girl that stole his heart all those years ago. He stepped in for the two of you and what could have been.

scene eight; all alone

The gymnasium fell silent as the game came to its end. The court divided with mixed emotions of celebration and loss. Ushijima looked at you from the crowd, smiling reassuringly at him. He felt relieved.

Leaving the gym, Ushijima headed back to where he placed his gym bag. Jogging idly towards it, he picked it up and slung it over his shoulder.

He sat down inside the bus, utterly exhausted. The match had taken its toll on every player, and Ushijima was no exception to its physical and mental turmoil. He let out a prompt sigh.

The bus was surprisingly quiet, given that Tendou was inside, but he guessed even an eccentric like him had his limits, and he couldn't fault him for that. He instead took this moment of tranquility to organize his feelings.

He saw you again. After almost three years of distance, you were finally back.

He unzipped his gym bag and found his hands enclosing around a box. He took it out and examined it like he had many times before. Carefully opening it, he stared as the light from outside shined onto the silver of the necklace, from the clasp to the feather pendant that hung upon it. It was still in perfect shape, from all the times Ushijima dreamed of giving it to you one day. And that chance had finally come, three years later.

He let his mind wander to the moments he wanted to share with you, the words he wanted to say. He wondered what it was like for you all these years if you were happy and experienced precious memories just like he did. There was so much he wanted to know, wanted to ask.

So much he wanted to make up for.

He sighed and leaned back into his seat. You didn't even notify him that you were coming back, it was all so sudden. Were you going to attend high school in Japan? Which school?

He was going to graduate soon, just like three years ago. The term was almost over, and the school was already accepting new students. There was a possibility, but one he was reluctant in letting himself believe in or more or less hope for. He wondered if he was just getting his hopes up.

He wondered about all the options, all the possibilities. Did you just come back to watch that one game? Did he already miss his shot as soon as he got the chance?

He massaged his forehead briskly and decided to sleep on it. He was too tired to think too deeply about anything at the moment. If he really wanted to know, he would just have to find you and ask you himself. And maybe then he would be able to tell you he was in love with you.

And find out that you were in love with him too.

scene nine; you were beautiful

Ushijima walked through the crowd of people occupying the hallway. It was louder than usual, the students already making plans for summer break with the term almost at its end.

He was on his way to practice, but that was until a figure started walking by his side. He first paid no mind to it and kept walking, only sneaking a glance and seeing— you.

He stopped.

"Hey," you said to him, smiling. "It's been a while."

"Yeah," was all he could say.

"It was a good game," you said. "Yesterday."

"We lost."

"Yeah."

There was a long pause.

"I'm a student here now," you said, looking at him. "Though I came in pretty late."

"Yeah," he replied as you kept walking.

"How have you been these past few years?"

"Playing volleyball," he replied promptly.

"I see," you replied.

The tension was killing him. His eyes focused in front of him and refusing to look towards you. He couldn't look at you.

Maybe it was just all the years catching up to him, or the sight of you after so long messing with his brain. He couldn't know. All the memories that flooded him, the feelings that overwhelmed him, it was too much for even him to handle. He couldn't take it.

Back when the dimly lit light flickered above the both of you on that narrow alleyway, the moon high above in the night sky.

You were so beautiful.

Your eyes that looked at him, your voice that called out to him, your smile that was always directed towards him. Everything, everything about you was everything to him.

He looked at you finally.

"Why did you leave?" he asked you. The one question that had been eating at him all this time for the past three years.

All this time of yearning for you to come back, and now that you were finally here, eyes the same color, hair slightly shorter, smile just as bright as it always was. He wanted so many things, but nothing more at the same time. He didn't want anything else but for you to stay in his presence, beside him like how it was always supposed to be. He didn't want anything more.

All his ambitions and questions could be left unrewarded and unanswered. He just wanted back the moments only you could give him. Everything that passed, everything that was missed, he wanted it more than anything. He clenched his fist inside his uniform pocket tightly.

"My mom got a new job," you said. "I'm sorry I never fully explained."

"It's okay."

He started walking again, and so did you.

"Would you like to attend my graduation ceremony?" he asked you.

"I'd love to," you replied, looking forward.

He didn't cry when you walked away. Back then, when everything so simple suddenly became complicated.

Back when the tears he saw leave your eyes were turned into anger in his refusal to believe that you had parted on such sad terms. He thought that maybe it would be easier to move on when his last memory of you looked at him in anger. That maybe, he could erase the tears from his mind and have you hate him instead. He realized that it was all just sad foolishness.

He remembered— accepted the fact that what happened was nobody's fault. That both your hearts had shattered, and it was no one's fault.

You were both making your way closer to the end of the hallway, the crowds of people disappearing slightly, the space feeling less cramped. He could feel you looking at him, your eyes focused on his profile. This was a normal thing between the two of you, but three years had passed, and he had no idea how much he had missed these simple habits.

He missed all the moments that seemed mundane to him back then, when you would walk beside him, look at him, play volleyball with him, no matter how bad you were. He missed all of it, he missed—.

"I missed you," you said.

He looked at you and paused.

"Thank you," he said back.

You smiled.

It was these mundane moments that made you so beautiful. Back then, even when the tears stained your face, you still looked beautiful. When your eyes, for what he thought was the last time, looked at him. When your voice spoke out to him, back then, when no matter how hard he tried, you still seemed to slowly become a movie of the past. No matter the moment, no matter the circumstance, you looked so beautiful.

But it was these mundane moments that made him fall in love with you even more.

He clutched the necklace in his pocket even tighter.

Both of you finally stopped at the end of the long corridor. Both of you on your way to do club work, but in the opposite direction. You both wanted to laugh, it all seemed like some kind of fate, but even then, you decided to smile it away.

He brought out his hand from his pocket, still holding the silver necklace. He hesitated, but looked at you anyway.

He reached his hand out to you, the chain hanging from his fingers. You took one look at it, then looked into his eyes. The eyes you could read so well, looked at you like he wanted to convey so much but nothing else at the same time.

You hugged him. You hugged him tightly. His hands wrapped around you gently. Enclosing you into his personal bubble, for all the people left in the hallway to see.

"Thank you," was all you decided to say.

"I missed you," he said. And it was all he needed to say back.

You parted from him, your hand carefully taking the necklace from his, the light from the window beside the two of you shining on it, making it sparkle.

He started walking the other way, and so did you. But he stopped and turned around, and so did you.

He looked at your eyes, the smallest shine playing on his own.

"Don't let it break this time," he said.

And you smiled once again.

"I won't," you said.

scene ten; i loved you

The hall was loud and happy, filled with celebration and melancholy as the students of Ushijima's batch graduated, some parting ways and some making plans to stay.

He looked at the audience that clapped for them and saw you. A small smile played on his lips as a bright one was proudly displayed on your own.

He looked around him and at his teammates, proud that they had come this far together, smiles on their faces like everyone else.

After thanking each of them one by one, he looked back at you, who smiled and flicked your head towards the exit. He nodded and started following you, leaving the graduation hall.

"Where exactly are we going?" he asked.

"You'll see," you showed him your smile, and he couldn't refuse you.

You grabbed his hand as you started walking faster along the endless hallway, and soon enough, you were both standing in front of the indoor swimming pool. You both made your way inside and turned on the lights.

"One day, I'm gonna become the captain," you said as you crossed your arms proudly. Ushijima nodded seriously.

"I'm sure you can," he said, and you smiled at him.

You took his hand and dragged him towards the edge of the pool, eliciting a confused look on Ushijima's face.

"Can I be a tad bit cheesy?" you asked, looking into his eyes. Your back was facing the pool as you stood on the edge, Ushijima standing in front of you.

"What do you mean?" he asked, but your arms already made their way around his neck.

You smiled at him cheekily and leaned back into the pool, causing both of you to crash into it. Your bodies started sinking into the pool, Ushijima's eyes slightly wider from shock while you continued to look at him from underwater.

Your heads eventually shot out of the water, clothes wet and hair damp. You started laughing.

"I've always wanted to do that!" you laughed louder as you looked at Ushijima's dumbfounded face. He clearly was not expecting what just happened.

Seeing him so unusually expressive made you want to tease him even more, like the Toshi you knew from all those years back.

You swiftly ran your hand across the surface of the water, splashing him in the face as you giggled even more. Toshi looked at you in slight shock, yet a small smile played underneath his stoic features. He brought his hand up and splashed water right back at you, making you squeal and swim backward, laughing.

You didn't know how much time had passed with you splashing water at each other, how long you two had lapped around the pool trying to catch each other, laughing, and enjoying each other's presence.

You looked at him, who had a rare smile on his face, and realized just how much you yearned for this moment. His eyes that stared back into you, and your heartbeat that started beating faster than before, you realized just how much the memories with him meant to you. You used to be content with looking back at the memories you had created all those years ago, but now it was different. Both of you were different.

It wasn't enough anymore to reminisce about past memories. You wanted, needed to make more, with him.

Even with the thought that he would once again be swept away by the many opportunities that awaited him, but even then, you still felt happy. He was on his way to accomplishing so many great things that you couldn't help but look at him, his hair wet and uniform ruined, yet he still looked happy, with you in this moment.

You started swimming towards him, eyes never once leaving his. The water around you flowing against your body softly as it almost pushed you towards him. You giggled as you got closer.

You were now in front of him, hands on his shoulders and eyes staring in his. You smiled softly at him.

"Take a deep breath," you said, and before he knew it, your hands covered his ears as you pushed both of your heads underwater.

The water engulfed the two of you as it's serene hum blinded your senses. You looked into his eyes that stared back at you, and his hands that made its way to cover your own ears.

It was like you were back in the ocean with him when you were still children, but it was also so different.

You were both grown now, with feelings that had developed over time, or maybe they were always there.

You stared into his eyes as he did the same, lips inching closer and closer. You smiled brightly at him one last time before you kissed him gently. You pulled away and rested your forehead against his until Toshi brought his face closer and pecked your lips again.

You had no idea how long the both of you had held your breaths underwater, but you had no plans to find out. With your lips moving softly against one another, and your bodies held in a tranquil state under the swimming pool water, you couldn't care less.

The two of you in each other's arms, hands covering ears, and hearts falling deeper in love.

Just the two of you, in that moment, with no other forces pulling you apart.

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boymeetsweevil · 4 years

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And then there were two

Grouping: Reader x College BF!Mark (NCT)

Word Count: ~3.48k

Warnings/Themes: non-graphic first time, too many friends with too little boundaries

Prompt: “what do u think abt college bf mark and awkward and fumbling first time”

The dorm is suspiciously quiet when Mark enters. There’s no sound of the XBox going, no sound of raucous laughter, no sound of beer bottles clinking. It’s almost as if you’re alone in your dorm. Odd.

“Mark?” You call from the common area shared by you and your suitemates. “Is that you?”

“Yeah.”

He finds you curled up on the couch, biting at your nails with your computer at your lap.

“Hey. Did you get your test results back yet?”

“I mean, the portal is open. I just haven’t checked it yet.” A sigh ghosts past your lips. “I don’t know if I passed this one. And if I don’t pass, I’ll have to retake the class later.”

“Want me to open it for you?”

“Please.”

Mark makes his way over, arms behind his back as he hides the treasure he brought with him. Once he’s seated you slide your laptop over to him like you can’t get it away fast enough and push yourself back until you’re at the opposite end of the couch. Your toes are the closest thing to him and you wedge them under his thigh while he types in your password from memory.

“Class average was a...64. Yikes,” he reads off that stats from the exam’s page.

“Yeah. It was a doozy.”

“Okay, let’s see. Woah, you got an 83.”

“What,” you shout.

“Nerd.”

Your eyes grow wide and you lunge forward to yank the computer away, hoping that he’s not messing with you. Mark laughs, nose scrunching at you as you take in the actual 83 on your exam’s results screen. The hoarse little shriek you let out is so cute that his heart aches a bit.

“The prof said she was adding a curve for this one. 6 points, she said.”

“Congrats, baby—oof!”

Mark’s back hits the arm of the couch with a thud, taking the brunt of the force from your tackle. It’s a bit awkward but you still manage to get your limbs around him and squeeze. A breathy chuckle floats up from where you bury your face in his neck.

“I was so nervous. I hate Orgo so much.”

“I know, but you work so hard. How could you not do well?”

“Thanks,” you say once you pull back. Your eyes are velvet soft with relief and fondness as you look him over.

You press a soft kiss to his lips and Mark presses back for a moment before pulling back with a jerk. Somehow you’ve ended up in the splayed V of his knees as a pleasant weight in his lap. Not an often occurrence.

“I, uh, I might have brought you something,” he mumbles against the skin of your cheek when you kiss the hinge of his jaw. His eyes and voice go gravelly and dark at your proximity.

“What is it?” You sit back on your heels with a staccato bounce.

“Chicken Haus.”

From the side of the couch he brandishes a large paper bag with a familiar crowing chicken logo printed on the brown surface. The thin paper barrier does nothing to keep the smell from wafting over to you.

“Oh, did you get fries? Let me see!”

“Ah, ah!” He moves the bag out of your reach, causing you to stumble forward. Your glare down at him but all he does is cackle in response. “Say please,” he sing-songs.

“Dude, come on. This isn’t kindergarten!”

“So, I’m ‘dude’ now?” He sniffs and moves to put the chicken back. “Alright, I see how it is.”

“Mark—Mark, wait! Mark, my man. My super capable, handsome man. Please. Let me see the chicken.”

“Nice,” he hands you the bag, trying his hardest not to be flustered by your performance.

There’s a small mountain of your favorites in the bag and you do a little dance before hopping off the couch and making a beeline to the small communal kitchenette.

“Did you eat dinner already?”

“Yeah, I had some stuff at the studio.”

You turn to give him a little disappointed pout. “Still, come sit with me!”

Mark ambles over with a pleased smile on his face. As you look for napkins he admires the straight way you hold your back. The university is notorious for its cutthroat biology major but you’re not the competitive type. So exam weeks are especially hard on you. You always end up stressed and shrunken in on yourself and Mark hates to see it. Few things cheer you back up right away. One of them is the atomic spicy nuggets from Chicken Haus.

“Should we eat in your room,” Mark asks. Your mutual friend Jungwoo, who introduced you and Mark, usually has virtual tutoring at this hour. Mark always feels bad for interrupting him, but normally you’d share some of your congratulatory nuggets with him.

“We don’t have to this time. Jungwoo went home for his mom’s graduation and Doyoung’s at a public health conference.”

“Oh. They didn’t tell me that.”

“Mark,” you let out an incredulous laugh when you finally open the box. “I think you got too many nuggets this time.”

Mark looks down at the party-sized box he handed over a hefty portion of this week’s paycheck for. He supposes it’s a lot for two people to eat, but the dorm is usually overflowing with friends. Tonight he bought a lot out of habit and none of the people he expected to be over are actually present.

“Shit. Are none of the guys coming over?”

“Mm, I don’t know. What’s Johnny up to?”

Mark wracks his brain for his friends’ whereabouts. “Uhh, I think I remember him saying he was gonna go visit his girlfriend at her school. So, I guess he’s not coming.

“Okay,” you sit at one of the stools. “And Taeil and Haechan?”

“Probably, like, playing Fortnite or something.”

“I know Taeyong said he had some work he had to do for his design class, so he’s definitely not coming.” You bite down into a nugget finally and let out a soft moan. “This never gets old.”

Suddenly Mark is hungry again. When he grabs a napkin and a plate you give a gloating smirk.

“I think Yuta’s probably just asleep,” you say after you’ve finished moaning around another chicken nugget.

“That just leaves Jaehyun, I think.”

“I mean, I can text him and invite him over if you want me to.”

Before you can reach for your phone, Mark’s free hand covers yours. You can’t help but laugh a little. Jaehyun and Mark may be good friends, but you know Mark is still a little wary since Jaehyun tried to hit on you the first night you met everyone. There’s no hard feelings, though. According to Mark.

“N-no, you don’t have to. He’s probably just enjoying the night in. Let’s...leave him be.”

“Okay,” you grin and take another bite.

After you finish eating, you make the decision to migrate back to the couch to check out some of the stuff on your DVR. Doyoung has dominated most of the drive space but there’s some shows that you know Mark likes. You tape them on the off chance that he comes over and no one else has something else they want to watch instead.

“Should we watch that zombie series,” Mark asks as he scrolls through the listings.

“I hate their graphics.”

“I know,” he snorts. “But it’s funny how mad you get at their fake blood. Might be fun to watch.”

“If you really wanna watch you can, but I’m not looking. I’m just gonna make myself comfy here, instead.”

You say all this as you proceed to stretch yourself over Mark’s already lounging form. You slot yourself between his thighs before hitching a leg up over his hip. Your head is pillowed by his shoulder and you cage him in with your arms.

“We don’t have to watch it. It’s more fun to watch with Yuta anyway. He always screams so loud, like, I swear he has a 4 octave range sometimes.”

“You’re such a music major,” you wrinkle your nose before peeking up. “Can I hear that project you’ve been working on in the studio?”

Mark’s cheeks flush under the blue light cast by the TV screen. He doesn’t say anything at first, but he does nod. You get up just long enough for him to grab his phone and the pair of over-the-ear headphones he always carries with him.

He takes care to brush your hair out of the way and slip the headphones onto your head gently. He sneaks in a pinch of your cheeks while you wait for him to cue up the song and laughs at the way your eyes crinkle in light annoyance.

The song begins and he alternates between gnawing at his bottom lip and watching your expression unblinkingly. Mark is actually doing super well in his Music Production 401 class and his professor is trying to get him to do an independent study next term. But he’s a perfectionist when it comes to his music. The song’s not finished even though he and Taeyong have been working on it nonstop for the last week and a half.

After a few minutes, you slide the headphones off.

“I like it,” you whisper. “I wish I could tell you something more helpful but I don’t know anything about making music.”

“No, no. Honestly, that’s enough. I feel like you always tell me when you don’t really like what we have, so this is—good.”

“What are you gonna call it?” You grab his free hand and Mark darts his head around to survey the room.

“Tae wants to call it something like “welcome to my playground”. We have to run the name by the other guys in the project. But Professor Seo thinks we should put it online once it’s done.”

“Promise you won’t forget about me when you blow up on SoundCloud.”

Mark tosses his head back and laughs at your teasing, before reaching out for revenge. He grabs at your waist and pulls you down so he can dig his fingers into your sides, knowing exactly where to go so he can torture you.

You let out a gasp and try your hardest to protect your sensitive underarms and the sides of your ribs from him, but it’s too late. Frenzied laughs pour from your mouth and you fight to stay upright. It’s a fight that you lose but not without bringing Mark down with you.

The two of you topple over the edge of the couch in a heap of throw pillows and decorative blankets. You fall first and brace yourself for the impact of Mark’s body. It’s not as painful as you thought it would be and when you crack an eye open you realize it’s because he managed to prop himself up at the last second.

Mark laughs again, but this time it’s small and breathless as he takes in the sight of you underneath him. He yanks himself up so at least his upper half is upright and he looks around again.

“Why are you acting so suspicious? You’ve been acting like you have a dirty secret all night.” You sit up too then, pulling your knees to yourself.

“Ah, really? I dunno.”

But he does know.

Mark is a man of many good traits. He’d like to think, based on what others have told him, that he’s reliable. Hardworking, nice. Maybe even a little handsome if he listens to his mom. But most of all he is incredibly patient.

The last 2 months that you have been dating have consisted of being cockblocked at every turn. And the same thing happened when he was trying to find a good moment to confess to you after realizing that he liked you. Because he and you shared too many friends. Well-meaning but stupid friends.

“I mean—like, I guess I just got so used to us being interrupted by the guys that it’s a habit. Sorry.”

“We’re alone now, though.”

“Ha, right,” he tugs on the collar of his hoodie. “Yeah.”

“So...do you still want to watch the DVR on the couch?”

“Uh, we don’t have to. We could do something else.”

“What do you want to do,” you ask as your fingers crawl up his torso. With a gentle press to his hoodie-clad chest, Mark‘s back hits the seat of the couch.

“Wuh—we could listen to the new SuperK album.”

You shake your head and slink into his lap. You fiddle with the zipper on the front of his hoodie, enjoying the way he fails to keep his cool in the moment.

He looks up at you then, eyes round. “We could... watch that movie Cloud Break. It’s supposed to be really romantic—”

You shake your head again and lean in. “Saw it ages ago,” you murmur against the skin of his neck.

He huffs out a laugh, partly because of the tickle from your lips planting light kisses on his throat and partly because your answer is ridiculous.

“It premiered in theaters two days ago, dude.”

“I have connections,” is all you say before switching to kisses on the corner of his mouth.

Rarely do moments like this ever arise. With your friend group, someone is always in your dorm, or in Mark’s, or texting one of you to let you know you’ll be interrupted soon. One too many traumatic occasions where he didn’t heed the warning taught Mark to be hypervigilant of how he interacted with you.

Honestly, he’s not even sure what to do first now. You’ve already unzipped his hoodie to splay your palms over his chest. He’s certain you can feel the fluttering dance his heart is doing under your hands. His own palms itch with inactivity. But laying them on the bare skin of your waist under the fabric of your shirt feels a bit like a balm against his clammy skin.

It’s like a switch is flipped. Like you’ve both realized how long you’ve been waiting for this moment. Suddenly everything is wandering hands and soft gasps. Time behaves funny in the privacy of the little universe being created on the floor by the couch. First it’s the quick, rough pass of your shirt over your head, getting tangled along overeager elbows along the way. Then it’s the slow and gentle brush of Mark’s knuckles against the skin of your abdomen as he attempts to unbutton your pants with shaking hands. You ask him if he’s scared while thumbing at the plush swell of his lips which are pursed in concentration. He tells you he’s just excited with an equally-shaky chuckle.

That’s what you love about Mark. Probably one of the things everyone loves about Mark. He’s thorough, admirably so. Just like he took his time with his confession,!l and his time with your jeans, he takes time appraising every inch of exposed skin. Some moments are moments of familiarity and he nips at the skin like it’s an old greeting. Some moments are moments of discovery, for both of you. He’s gentler then, drawing a new version of you out from yourself in the form of drawn out gasps or curses.

Many are moments of reciprocity. There are times when you hope his touch leaves fingerprints behind, something that you can keep long after your sweat has dried. And every touch he gives is matched with one you return. The feel of your palm on him, over him, around him draws his muscles taut. When you finally slot together, of course it’s like two puzzle pieces. It’s just right and the breath Mark releases then is almost like a sigh of relief.

Often relief is a quiet, calm thing. Not always, certainly not now. You and Mark chase this relief panting and sometimes clawing at one another. He’s jerky as he moves over you. With arms shaking on either side of his head and this jaw grit tight, he tries his best to make it to the end with you. The way you moan and lock your thighs around him to pull him closer and deeper are the things that push him off the edge. He spills into you with a choked off groan that tapers off when he pulls away finally.

He’s exhausted, but still attentive in his aftermath. Mark whispers sweet nothings into your ear as he beckons you closer to your own orgasm with his hand. The feeling of working over you through the slick of his cum awakens something in the corners of his mind, but he puts that back. For another day, he reasons. Another one of those rare days when he can get you alone. Next time he won’t hesitate.

“You feel good,” he nuzzles the tip of his nose by the base of your ear.

Your breath hitches wetly and you reach down to grip his still twisting wrist. The touch grounds you only slightly because he changes the angle and suddenly you’re floating towards white light once more. Mark watches your hips raise in little broken motions to reach your own high.

Immediately, you pull him back in. He’s confident in the way he follows this time. He swoops in over you, kissing you like the sex had merely whetted his appetite.

“Is there still chicken?”

The sound of Jungwoo’s voice drives you two apart so fast your joints crack. You shriek and pull the closest piece of clothing you can find over your lap and torso. It just so happens to be Mark’s sweatpants, leaving him defenseless and bare.

Jungwoo pokes his head out from behind his bedroom door, headphones hanging around his neck with music oozing softly from the ears. Whatever he sees must be appropriate enough, because he nods to himself then and strolls toward the kitchen. The leftover Chicken Haus sits neatly packaged away thanks to Mark’s previous care.

“Bro, what the hell,” Mark whines from behind the safety of the couch. Just his head peeks over the cushions, making him look tiny. Like a tiger cub woken prematurely. Jungwoo laughs.

“I thought you said you bought enough to share. There’s no way you guys were gonna finish all this on your own.”

“That’s not—” Mark sighs, “That’s not what I mean.”

“Then what?”

“We’re kind of doing something here.” He jerks his chin down to where you’re hidden from view still. Neither of them can see your grimace.

“Oh, yeah, we know.”

“We?”

Your head and naked shoulders pop up then. Mark shifts his arm subtly in front you to preserve what’s left of your modesty. It doesn’t do much.

“Yeah, me and the others were in my room. We heard you did good on the test from our friend Lucas—you know the one who TAs for orgo? We were gonna surprise you, so we all got here early.”

“How early,” Mark’s voice is steady, eerily so.

Jungwoo picks up another nugget and chews thoughtfully while he picks the right things to say. Johnny is the one who is known for being scary when angry, but Mark’s silent fury is frightening in its own right. A tiger cub is still a tiger, after all.

“Early,” he finally says.

“Fuck,” Mark covers his eyes with his hands. His cheeks bloom over rapidly. “Are you kidding me? Like for real?”

“Jungwoo,” Taeyong’s stage whisper cuts through the outburst. “Are they done yet?”

“You think he’s just standing out there talking to himself while they’re still doing it,” Doyoung’s voice enters next.

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t stop to watch a little on the way back,” Yuta scoffs.

“Guys, stop, this is so weird. That’s Mark we’re talking about.” The sound of Johnny’s internal crisis is almost as loud as his distressed non-whisper.

Jungwoo snorts before piling a plate high with more chicken. “You sound like such a mom, John.”

“Hey, wait is there still chicken?” Taeil’s sleepy voice is followed by Haechan giving an affirmative.

The guys stream out of Jungwoo’s tiny suite like a swarm of ants making a line towards the kitchen. Some of them hop onto the counter while Doyoung distributes plates. Others grab up the remaining stools and continue to discuss Mark’s new lack of virginity while serving up fries and nuggets. None of them seem to be concerned about yours or Mark’s presence with their backs turned towards you.

As the others continue to bicker amongst themselves, you turn to Mark. With a knowing look, he gestures for you to pass him his sweats. In silence, you both dress yourselves before making a break to your room. You enter first, diving head first into your bed out of mortification. Mark makes sure to close the door as soundlessly as possible before turning to you.

“We need new friends,” the two of you say in unison.

#nct scenarios #nct smut #nct fanfic #nct imagines

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wheresmynaya · 3 years

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Lost in the Lights Ch.3 | Brittana

Aaand we’re back to the usual weekly routine! Thank you for all the luv, I appreciate it so much you have no idea.

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By early October, Brittany has finally adapted to her busy schedule. With Autumn settling in, the mornings are a lot cooler but Brittany finds the crisp air refreshing when she’s out on her daily runs before class. Winters in Florida weren’t really all that cold, so this is all new to her.

Brittany takes it in stride though; in fact, she’s interested to see how the colder weather will impact her playing when it comes to Game Days. So far, the team is 5-0 now with just five more games left of the regular season. Everyone on the team is feeling good about their current standings, but Brittany knows it’s wise not to let it get to their heads.

Cockiness doesn’t mesh well with an undefeated record. She knows that one from experience.

Brittany’s in the locker room just after practice one Wednesday and she’s a hot, sweaty mess. Her hair is sure to be all over the place, but she’s too tired to care about appearances after such a grueling session. All she wants is a shower and to be able to scrub the dirt and dust caked on her arms and shins. Maybe a nice face mask too? She’ll wait until she’s home for that one though.

“Woah,” Santana gasps when she rounds the wall of lockers designated for the Cheerios and nearly runs into Brittany. She eyes her up and down and smirks, “You look like you’ve been rolling around in mud.”

Brittany chuckles at her comment. Since Santana’s surprise visit a couple weeks ago, things between them have been a lot better. They actually talk and sometimes they even walk together to their last class if Brittany gets to her locker in time. It’s a nice change and it makes her school days a whole lot easier.

“Yeah, these new drills Coach Beiste has us doing are intense,” Brittany sighs but a happy smile soon graces her lips, “I didn’t expect to see you here still.”

“Me neither,” Santana groans, “Coach Sylvester wants Quinn and I to hang back and help come up with routines for Homecoming Week.”

“Is it that time already?” Brittany wonders aloud, “That would explain the extra drills.”

“Yeah, it’s next week,” Santana answers, “It’s one of the most busiest times for the squad. Honestly, Spirit Week should be renamed Hell Week because that’s where I’d rather be than to deal with all this extra work.”

“The perks of being Co-Captain,” Brittany teases before she asks, “Is it really that bad?”

“Small town high schools go apeshit over events like this,” Santana explains, “You’ll see. Quinn and I have to start campaigning for Homecoming Court as well, it’s kind of mandatory for us. I’m sure you’ll probably get roped into something too being that you’re the quarterback and all.”

“I hope not,” Brittany scrunches her nose, “I hate the extra attention when I’m not on the field. It’s super weird being treated like some kind of celebrity.”

Santana smiles apologetically and echoes Brittany’s earlier words, “The perks of being QB.”

Brittany grumbles through her pout. It makes Santana’s smile soften.

“Well, I’ll let you get cleaned up,” Santana says and shakes her phone, “Quinn’s finally back from our coffee run so I better go meet her.”

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then!” Brittany waves as they go their separate ways.

When Friday comes around, the Titans are more amped up than ever. The guys are dressed in their jeans and jerseys and strut around the school like they own it. Brittany wears her jersey as well seeing that it’s tradition on Game Days, but she starts to notice the annoyed glares they get from some of the other teams.

More importantly, the Hockey team.

There was once instance where Brittany, Mike and Sam were talking by Sam’s locker when a couple guys from the Hockey team walked by. Brittany instantly felt the tension as the two teams exchanged glares.

“The hell you looking at?” Sam growled to Brittany’s surprise. She hadn’t ever heard him take a tone like that when it wasn’t being directed at Dave or Azimio.

Mike stood up a little straighter too and balled his fists.

The tallest one just laughed as he shook his head at them, “Couple of sell-outs.”

Brittany’s brow knitted; what’s that suppose to mean?

“Fuck you, Rick,” Sam scoffed, “At least we know what it’s like to win.”

“Right. You’re winners now that you’ve got a girl on the team,” Rick teased, “Fucking stupid.”

Brittany felt like she should say something, but she just griped the straps of her bookbag tighter until her knuckles whitened.

Rick looked to Brittany, “At least those gay ass tights finally work in someone’s favor.”

“Get out of here, man!” Mike ordered as he took a step forward and shoved at Rick’s shoulder.

Rick stumbled back and held up his hands although the sly smirk was still there. He gave Brittany a wink then motioned for his guys to keep walking.

Suddenly Brittany felt a little gross. She’s no stranger to those kind of comments too, but they’ve never lost their effect on making her feel sexualized. That might be one of the worst drawbacks to having so much emphasis on her being a female on a boys’ team.

“Don’t worry about them,” Mike said with a nudge to Brittany’s arm, “They’ve always been jealous of us even when we weren’t winning.”

“Hockey sucks,” Sam added, “That’s why. No one ever goes to their games.”

Brittany just nodded and pasted on a smile. She saw Santana down the other end of the hall walking towards her with Quinn and soon her smile turned genuine. Santana hadn’t looked her way yet, so Brittany just watched as those around her just stared like she was the hottest girl in school.

Brittany kind of agreed with that sentiment.

Sam and Mike noticed her leering and began to smirk when they realized who Brittany was looking at. When Santana and Quinn got closer, Sam and Mike glanced over at Brittany again to see if she was still staring.

They chuckled when they found that she was.

“Hey Pierce,” Santana smirked as she admired Brittany in her jersey and tight blue jeans. Maybe she kind of had a thing for a girl in uniform, but who didn’t?

“Hi Santana,” Brittany grinned.

Sam and Mike looked between themselves to see if they were invisible. That could be the only reason why Santana skipped greeting them.

Quinn chuckled and acknowledged the guys, “Hey boys.” Her eyes lingered longer on Mike than Sam before she averted her gaze to Brittany, “Hey Brittany.”

Upon hearing her name, Brittany blinked out of her staring contest with Santana and smiled in response. They haven’t actually met officially yet, but Santana talked about her enough for Brittany feel like she knew her.

“Hi,” Brittany greeted.

They five of them plummeted into an semi-awkward silence that was only broken up by Sam saying, “Well…this is awkward.”

Fortunately though, that was enough to have everyone laughing and the awkwardness wore away just as the bell rang out. Brittany’s next class was with Mike so she turned him and nodded.

“We should get going,” She said as she gave a last fleeting glance to Santana and smiled, “I’ll see you later.”

“Later,” Santana smiled back before turning to Quinn. The smile fell as she hardened, “Let’s go.”

Quinn nodded and together they continued their walk down the hall with their heads held high, their expressions only a couple of top bitches could wear.

Sam just looked between the duos and frowned, “Guess I’ll just walk by myself to class.”

By Lunch, Brittany’s sitting with Kurt, Tina and Mercedes at their usual table but today Brittany feels like she’s being stared at. Actually, she always gets stared at for her table choice but she doesn’t get what the big deal is.

Kurt, Tina and Mercedes are going on about an upcoming performance they’re planning with some of the other members of their club. Brittany can tell they’re excited about it as they reel off potential song choices.

“It’s going to have to get the approval from Rachel,” Kurt complains, “With her being the self-proclaimed Team Leader and all. I have no idea how Mr. Schue let her get away with that one.”

“Rachel can kiss my ass,” Mercedes waves off, “If she has us singing Barbra again, I’m going to riot.”

“I agree,” Kurt nods, “There’s just a time and a place for showtunes and I don’t think a school dance is one of them.”

“Definitely not,” Tina says, “Artie said he wants to do Miguel.”

“He would,” Mercedes laughs, “I can see it though; white boy could probably pull it off.”

Everyone at the table laughs, even Brittany although she’s barely following along. She hasn’t met a Rachel or Artie, but she knows who Mr. Schue is so she’s not super lost.

“Sorry Britt,” Kurt smiles apologetically, “We shouldn’t make you feel left out by talking about all of this Glee Club stuff around you.”

Brittany just shrugs, “I don’t mind it. It’s kind of nice hearing about something other than football and schoolwork so don’t mind me.”

“Would you…ever consider joining?” Tina wonders.

Mercedes and Kurt are surprised by the question but await Brittany’s answer anxiously.

“It sounds fun, but I just don’t have the time for it,” Brittany answers easily, “Plus I can’t really sing so I’m probably doing you a favor.”

Everyone can understand Brittany’s reasoning, so they don’t press any further. Instead, they go back to tossing out different ideas for a set list. It’s kind of cool listening along, but then Puck and Finn approach her and the mood changes. Brittany only know they’ve walked up because everyone at the table instantly silences.

“We’ve saved you a seat at our table,” Puck says.

Mercedes, Kurt and Tina glance between him and Brittany like they’ve just settled in for a show.

“Thanks but I like sitting here,” Brittany answers politely then turns back to her friends. She feels them still lingering behind her though.

Puck scowls and looks to Finn who’s staring at her like she just spoke in another language.

“Look, you don’t have to perform this kind of community service by sitting with these losers,” Puck tries again, “You’ve already proved that you’re cool.”

That comment has Brittany feeling hot.

The worst thing anyone can do is make fun of her friends and even if she doesn’t hang around them as much as Sam and Mike, Kurt and Mercedes were some of the firsts to treat her with kindness when she arrived to McKinley. That doesn’t get forgotten just because she’s higher up than them on this imaginary McKinley food chain.

“Don’t call my friends losers,” Brittany warns. The politeness is still there but it’s wearing down.

Puck just shakes his head and looks to Finn, “You tell her, man.”

“Britt, you can’t sit with them,” Finn says sternly. There’s an edge to his voice, like he’s trying to simplify it for her, “Titans sit with Titans.”

“I don’t see you saving a seat for Kurt too,” Brittany challenges. She can see they’re starting to gain an audience – even Santana and Quinn watch from their assigned table – but she doesn’t waver on her stance.

“It’s different for him. You’re the quarterback. There are certain things you just can’t do. One of them being this,” Finn explains with the wave of his hand at the table, “Quit making things difficult.”

“I’m not doing anything,” Brittany snaps as she goes to stand this time and all heads turn to watch. She keeps her chin raised though Finn towers over her. She’s not going to get pushed around over something so ridiculous, “If Kurt can’t sit with the rest of the team then neither will I.”

Finn just presses his lips tightly together in a grimace while Puck stares at her in disbelief.

“You’re not Team Captain anymore, Finn, and one of these days you’re going to finally understand that the way things are done here aren’t right,” Brittany explains, “And if I have to be the one to teach you that, then so be it. I’m already schooling you on the field. I don’t mind the extra work.”

Finn scoffs at that but Puck looks a little impressed.

“Damn,” Puck smirks and glances to his side at Finn, “She might have bigger balls than you.”

Finn ignores him though.

“Whatever then,” Finn huffs, “Don’t come running to us when this backfires on you.”

“Don’t worry,” Brittany smiles sweetly, “I won’t.”

When she sits back down, Kurt’s jaw is dropped.

“That was amazing,” He applauds.

Brittany just shrugs, “I hate the double-standards at this school, almost as much as I hate bullies.”

“Well there’s a ton of them here,” Mercedes jokes before giving Brittany an approving nod, “That was pretty cool though. Don’t think I’ve ever seen Finn so tripped up.”

Brittany smiles at the compliments but she hates confrontation so the conversation doesn’t sit well with her. She knows it’s impossible to breeze through high school without a ruffling some feathers, doesn’t mean she likes to do it on purpose. She’s just not one to sit idly by either.

Brittany goes back to her lunch and tries to push away how Finn’s warning lingers in the back of her mind.

By Game Time, the Titans take the field with the most energy that Brittany’s seen yet. They’ve gained quite a crowd despite it being an Away game for the them. Now that they’re on this historical winning streak, it that adds to the team’s eagerness to play and the spectators eagerness to watch.

Not to mention that this game happens to be against their biggest rivals: the Carmel High Camels.

The school has dominated across the board in all aspects, so – before Brittany’s arrival – the Titans never stood a chance. That doesn’t stop the rivalry from being any less intense. The teams’ hatred for each other runs deep, but the Titans feel revived this season because now they’ve got Brittany and Brittany’s a gun in the pocket.

Or so that’s what all the guys have been saying. Brittany tries to keep a level-head though.

She has watched the tapes of their past games against Carmel, she can see why they’re the top team to beat. The Camels are a well-oiled machine with a current standing of 5-0 as well. Their defense has been known to get aggressive when it comes to applying pressure on the QB, so Brittany’s going to have to rely heavily on her O-Line for protection.

They’ve done pretty well thus far in doing that, but Brittany knows anything can happen. The other team can just as easily find a weak point and there goes their winning streak.

Brittany shakes out her arms to loosen up and wonders if she’s being realistic here or if she’s still letting Finn and the Hockey guys get in her head. She can’t decide, so she glances up at the stands for a distraction and finds her mom and brother waving at her.

Pete’s holding up a sign he made and it has Brittany smiling at all the colors he decided to use. She gives them a wave too before she’s putting on her helmet and jogging out to join the ref and the other team’s nominated player to perform the coin toss.

When the other team wins and decides to be on the receiving end, Brittany gets a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach.

The Titans are dealt their first serious blow of the season.

It’s the worse game Brittany’s played yet. Not that her performance was specifically bad, she just wasn’t prepared for the Camel’s intense man-to-man coverage which made it extremely difficult for her receivers to get open.

She also can’t believe they lost to a school that has a camel as their mascot, so weird.

The Titans had to rely on their still-developing run game which – to be put simply – sucked majorly. Puckerman was wrapped up every single time and Brittany could see that he was starting to let his emotions get to him. She tried to remind him to use that for the next play, but by then she had lost a lot of the guys’ to their rivalry.

At one point in the third quarter, the teams were a taunt away from an all-out brawl.

The Titans were just a couple yards away from the end zone – the closest they’ve been able to get all game – but Carmel High’s defense was nearly impenetrable. Even Brittany was beginning to get frustrated, but she couldn’t succumb to her emotions too.

At least one person on the team still had to keep a level head.

It was fourth down and her head was telling her to bring out Special Teams and go for a field goal. It would at least get 3 points on the board where they currently had none, but Brittany didn’t want to give up all their hard work that drive just to get a field goal.

It was a tough decision, but she decided they should go for it. Half the team looked at her like she was crazy, the other half just wanted to rip the Camels apart. Even Coach Beiste was in her ear asking if Brittany was sure that’s the route she wanted to take.

Brittany was certain she could get in there. All she needed was for her O-Line to make a small break so that she could dive in. It was a risky call, but she hoped that Carmel High was too focused on her passing game to think she’d ever go for a sneak.

And they were; Brittany was able to push in over the top for the touchdown. Unfortunately though, that would be the only one the Titans would get all game.

The Camels end the Titans winning streak: 23-7.

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When the final whistle was blown, Santana watched Brittany pull off her helmet to reveal a disappointed frown. It had been a rough game by the looks of it, but she was no stranger to how intense games against Carmel High could be. Puck’s been ejected from at least two games for swinging on one of the other guys so that should tell you that it’s never pretty.

Brittany must’ve not known that though and Santana hates how the blonde sulks to the sidelines in defeat. She doesn’t get why she’s beating herself up, Brittany was the only one that scored!

“They look so crushed,” Quinn mumbled as they watched the rest of the team walk off the field battered and bruised.

“Yeah,” Santana breathed out.

She kept her eyes on Brittany while Coach Beiste pulled her aside to talk. Slowly, the anguish on Brittany’s face started to morph. It wasn’t so much the disappointment and defeat anymore, but instead determination.

Santana wondered what the coach was saying to her that could bring on such change.

“Hope the guys don’t give her a hard time,” Quinn says when she notices Santana watching Brittany.

Santana crinkles her nose at the thought and scoffs, “They should be used to losing to Carmel by now. It’s not her fault they couldn’t get their shit together. She’s the only one that freaking scored anyway!”

Quinn just smirks at how riled up Santana gets and replies, “I guess we’ll just have to see what it’s like on Monday.”

“Yeah. I guess so,” Santana nods and tears her gaze away from Brittany to glance at Quinn, “You still coming over tomorrow? These posters aren’t going to make themselves.”

“I’ll bring my hot glue gun,” Quinn teases before they join the rest of the squad in packing up.

When it comes to Homecoming Court campaigns, Santana and Quinn are veterans. Quinn’s been doing competitions and pageants like this a lot longer – probably since Quinn was born if she’s being honest – so Santana’s pretty grateful to have learned so much from her over the years. Although they’re best friends, when it comes to Homecoming there’s nothing like a little friendly competition to keep things interesting.

They’re two of the most popular girls in school so the race tends to be pretty close, but Santana wonders if that’ll be the same this time considering how things went down last year. Santana’s reputation and status as one of the HBICs of the school really took a hit and she has had a difficult time moving forward like nothing happened.

It’s hard to forget and she wonders if it’s the same for everyone else too. She’s heard the whispers about her, but Brittany’s arrival has drowned them out. For now. Who knows when they’ll turn a critical eye back on her?

It’s not a concern Santana voices to her best friend though, so it eats away at her and whispers words of doubt while they begin campaign planning.

Santana and Quinn are in the living room at the Lopez residence with all of their poster-making supplies spread out between them. They’re working away busily with some music in the background when Hector makes his way downstairs.

“Hi girls,” He greets as he slips into his jacket. Santana looks up and notices he’s dressed for work.

“Hi Mr. Lopez,” Quinn greets with a polite smile.

“You’re going to work?” Santana asks looking somewhat dejected. She thought he was off.

“I got called in. Nightshift today,” Hector confirms, “Your mom should be getting home soon though and I think she picked up something for dinner. What are you girls up to?”

Hector comes around the couch to put his shoes on, carefully moving so he doesn’t step on anything important.

“Just Homecoming stuff,” Santana answers with a shrug, trying to mask her disappointment. It’s not like they were meant to hang out or anything, but she has been noticing that he keeps his distance when it’s just them. Maybe she’s looking too far into it, but it seems like he can’t be bothered to be around her while Maribel’s away.

Or maybe he just doesn’t want to and that’s what makes Santana feel even worse. She used to be such a daddy’s girl before last year. She hastes how much everything’s changed.

“Santana and I are campaigning for Homecoming Queen,” Quinn adds when she sees Santana getting wrapped up in her thoughts.

“Ah yes, that’s right! You two always compete against each other,” Hector chuckles, “It’s good that you’re still so involved in extracurriculars, Santana.”

At the sound of her name, Santana looks up and for the first time in awhile she sees a proud smile on her dad’s face. It instantly makes her feel lighter.

“It’ll look good on your college applications,” He adds.

“I know,” Santana answers. It’s hard for her not to feel a little relieved by his encouraging words. She craves his approval, why? She has no idea.

Hector gives her a resolute nod and looks to Quinn, “My girl is going to make a great doctor one day.”

Santana’s once again pleasantly surprised by her dad’s words even if she doesn’t agree with them. My girl; she can’t remember the last time he said that. Maybe he really is starting to see that nothing’s changed, that she’s still the same person she was before it all went to shit?

“Of course,” Quinn smiles back. Santana can tell she’s faking it and she’s grateful for that.

“Well, keep up the good work!” He applauds and pushes to stand, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Santana. Good day, Quinn.”

When Hector leaves for work, Quinn throws a wad of construction paper at Santana. The brunette scoffs and looks up.

“I can’t believe you still haven’t told him you’re undecided,” Quinn says.

Santana looks to her in disbelief, “Are you kidding? That was the longest he’s ever spoken to me without my mom being there. It wasn’t until just recently that he could look me in the eye again. No way I’m going to tell the truth now.”

Quinn purses her lips. She knows very little of Santana’s dynamic with her parents, but like her own she knows most of it is all for show. Families like theirs are usually only concerned with one thing and one thing only: their reputation.

“I’m going to drag this out for as long as I can,” Santana tells Quinn before she’s going back to her arts and crafts.

Quinn just sighs, “That can’t possibly end well.”

Santana doesn’t even look up, “I’ll take my chances.”

Awhile later, Santana and Quinn are nearly finished with their posters. They’ve gone with three variations of posters that they can hang around school on Monday and they’re pretty pleased with their work.

Like Hector said, Maribel comes home a short while later with take out and there’s enough for Quinn too so the three of them have dinner together on the couch while watching tv – something they wouldn’t dare do if her dad was around.

They’re talking about their Homecoming campaigns with Maribel when Santana accidentally brings up Brittany.

“You’ve never mentioned a Brittany before,” Maribel states as she turns away from the tv to Santana, looking as interested as ever.

Santana wants to kick herself for the slip up, but she does her best to deflect with a shrug, “She’s new to McKinley.”

She doesn’t know why she makes a point to leave out that Brittany’s also the Titans’ new QB and she feels a little disappointed in herself that she does.

“I’ve heard she might run,” Quinn adds with her eyes on the tv screen still.

Santana had a feeling Brittany might get talked into it, but she didn’t think she’d actually do it. She surprisingly has mixed feelings about it. She needs the win to solidify her reputation, but she doubts she’ll stand a chance against Brittany.

There’s also the small chance that Brittany’s only being nominated as a joke. Santana knows how the people of McKinley act and it’s not usually out of kindness.

Santana shakes her head, “No way. She hates the limelight.”

Quinn quirks a brow as she turns to Santana, “What would you know?”

“We talk sometimes,” Santana shrugs again casually. Quinn and Maribel eye her for more information, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Quinn begins to smirk, “You talk, huh?”

Santana flinches and glances to her mom out of reflex but Maribel’s too swept up in watching tv again to notice.

“We have class together,” Santana explains, “She sits right next to me. We’re bound to talk at some point. Don’t make it weird.”

“I wouldn’t if you didn’t bring her up so often,” Quinn replies. She laughs when Santana rolls her eyes at her, “What? I think it would be nice for you to have another friend besides me.”

“I have other friends,” Santana argues but even she knows that’s a lie.

“You have many acquaintances,” Quinn corrects, “You don’t consider any of them friends.”

Maribel chimes in next now that the show’s on commercial, “I wouldn’t mind you making another friend, mija. You can never have too many.”

Santana fights another eye roll because of course her mom would say that. Santana doesn’t say anything in response – she doesn’t know how to tell her that being friends with another girl isn’t as easy as it use to be, not to mention that girl being Brittany.

She doubts Maribel would understand, so Santana just goes back to watching tv until her mom excuses herself for the night.

It’s not until Quinn’s sure that they’re alone that she brings up the topic again.

“I just think you two would really hit it off,” Quinn reasons.

“So we’re not talking about friendship anymore?” Santana asks sarcastically.

“I mean, it could start off that way?” Quinn shrugs, “Like you said, you already share a class together. Plus I’ve seen you two talk by your lockers. Not to mention the way I witnessed you check her out the other day in the hall.”

Santana whirls on Quinn with wide eyes, “You didn’t witness shit.”

“I disagree.”

“I don’t know how when you were too busy checking out Boy Chang.”

Quinn’s jaw drops, “I-I wasn’t.”

Santana smirks upon seeing the blonde’s cheeks flush, “Sure Q. How is Mike anyway? You two done side-stepping around the obvious yet?”

“Don’t try to deflect,” Quinn says pointedly, “This isn’t about me. We’re talking about you.”

Santana just grumbles at her best friend’s persistence. She’s starting to feel like the walls are closing in on her or something, “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Uh yeah there is. Brittany’s perf – “

“Can you stop?” Santana finally insists.

Quinn looks taken aback but she doesn’t say anything. Santana just feels like she’s about to crumble apart. She hates that feeling, it seemed like she was stuck in it for all of last year. So when she feels it creeping in again, it puts her on edge.

“I’m not ready for that,” Santana admits softly. Her gaze averts to her hands wringing themselves out in her lap, “She’s too…I don’t know. I just can’t. I can’t do it yet, okay?”

Quinn softens as she watches Santana shrink in on herself. She scoots closer to her, “Baby steps at least? All joking aside, I really do think she’d be good for you. I mean, how many other people at this school can you relate to? There’s Kurt, but he doesn’t really count. Does he?”

Santana knows she means because he’s a guy and agrees, “No, I guess he doesn’t.”

“And then there’s Berry…” Quinn jokes, “But I doubt you’re going to want to make nice with her after all of these years.”

Santana cringes, “Definitely not. She’d probably make me sing a homoerotic song with her or some bullshit that would have me running back in the closet.”

“Exactly. So I think you should try it with Brittany,” Quinn suggests lightly, “She seems sweet, relatively normal. I can see the appeal, you know? There’s something about her, it’s refreshing. She isn’t like everyone else in this town.”

Santana can’t help but smile.

“You’re right,” Santana says, “She’s better.”

“So you’re gonna try?” Quinn questions.

Santana fakes an eye-roll, “Maybe but don’t meddle, alright? I know how you thrive off of other people’s drama.”

Quinn doesn’t even mind the jab and goes to pull Santana in for a tight hug. Santana pretends she hates it, but after so many years of friendship they both know she doesn’t.

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By Monday, Brittany has somewhat prepared herself for the criticism she’s bound to hear about Friday night’s game. Coach Beiste’s encouraging words after the game really helped break up the haze of disappointment, but there was something that stood out to her during their short talk.

“They’re going to give you a lot of grief after this. A loss to Carmel is always a hard pill to swallow, but stand tall. Don’t let these guys walk all over you,” Coach Beiste said, “You’re a great Team Captain, Pierce. You’ve helped improve the team so much already, keep that up. Set the example for these guys, it’s a good one to follow.”

She spent the entire weekend trying to get right with the loss and focus on how she was personally going to improve moving forward. She wanted to set the right kind of example for the guys, she wanted to leave McKinley better than she found it.

Still, no matter what kind of preparations she did, that nervous feeling still lingered.

There was tension everywhere: between the Titans and Carmel High, the Titans and the Hockey guys, the Titans and Brittany. Then she has Coach Beiste in her ear basically saying she needs to girl up if she wants to continue gaining the team’s respect.

It was a lot for Brittany to deal with.

She knew that being Team Captain meant that she had additional responsibilities, but she had very little experience when it came to all of this casual hatred. Sure, at her old school there were other teams that they wanted to beat but it wasn’t ever this intense.

But, Brittany loves a challenge so she’s determined to keep at this until she gets it. Moving forward, she was more determined than ever to win the next time the Titans and the Camels crossed paths.

So when Brittany arrives at school, she holds her head high and braces herself for whatever may come.

Surprisingly, no one approaches Brittany about the loss. In fact, everyone’s mostly swept up in the excitement of the first day of Spirit Week – which Brittany totally forgot about. Dressed in her jeans and blouse, Brittany sticks out like a sore thumb in a sea of students still in their pajamas.

But at least the weird looks are because of her attire and not about the game. She thinks she can handle that and heads over to her locker. There, she finds Santana applying lip gloss in the tiny mirror she has stuck to the inside of her locker door.

“Hey,” Brittany greets as she starts to put in her combo.

Santana glances at her through the corner of her mirror and spins. Her greeting dies when she sees what the blonde is wearing, “Didn’t know you were the type that slept in jeans, Pierce.”

Brittany smirks at the teasing tone, “Didn’t know you kept that uniform on all hours of the day either.”

“I don’t,” Santana answers in a tone Brittany isn’t familiar with. It has her peeking around her locker door to see if she can read what it might mean instead, but Santana’s expression changes to one of annoyance, “Coach doesn’t let the Cheerios participate in Pajama Day.”

Brittany frowns, “Why not? Aren’t you guys meant to be the most enthusiastic about it all?”

“I’m sure there’s some batshit crazy reason that makes zero sense,” Santana shrugs as she closes her locker, “Anyway, I can’t be late today so I’ll see you later.”

“Sure,” Brittany smiles, “I’ll see you later.”

When Santana sends a glance over her shoulder, Brittany thinks that maybe today will be a good one after all.

Brittany makes it to the end of the school day without a single incident.

No random interviews from JBI, the Hockey guys don’t show their faces, and the guys on the football team leave her alone at lunch. It’s oddly normal for a Monday after a loss, but Brittany doesn’t complain.

It’s not until after football practice that things start to change.

“I’ve noticed you don’t have any posters up,” Kurt says. Coach Beiste has just dismissed the team after a post-practice huddle.

“Posters for what?” Brittany wonders as she watches Coach Beiste and her assistant head for their office. She has a feeling that she knows what Kurt’s hinting at, but she plays coy.

“For Homecoming, obviously,” Kurt chuckles, “You’re a shoe in.”

Brittany shakes her head, “Yeah. I don’t really care about that stuff.”

Kurt looks shocked as he trails after Brittany towards the water station, “Well you should, it’s like on of the two biggest events at McKinley. The other being Prom, of course, but that’s months away.”

Brittany sips her water slowly before shaking her head again, “I just don’t have the time.”

“What if I made up something for you?”

Brittany’s surprised by his persistence, “Oh no, you don’t have to.”

“I want to,” Kurt offered. He glanced around at the guys grabbing water too and pulled Brittany to move further away from them, “I really admire you.”

Brittany’s flattered, but she stays silent as she crumples the paper cup and tosses in the trash before moving to get her duffle bag from the sideline.

“It’s usually a popularity contests between the Cheerios and jocks, but I think it would be a nice change to have someone like you win,” Kurt continues, “You’re the kind of representation people like us need.”

Brittany glances up, “People like us?”

“You know…” Kurt nods to her keychain.

Suddenly the dots are connecting for Brittany and she lets out a long sigh, “You know Kurt, I’m a lot more than my sexuality.”

“I know that,” Kurt replies and he looks genuine about it, “I know, but there are people in this school that are still afraid to be themselves and you’re obviously not like that. You just live in your truth and it’s truly inspiring. I didn’t think Lima would see the day to be honest, but you came in like a breath of fresh air.”

Again, Brittany feels her cheeks heating up at the compliment. She doesn’t see herself in the same light at all. She’s just Brittany. She goes through day treating people with kindness and tries to do what she thinks is right just like anyone else. She really isn’t that much different.

“I don’t know what it was like at your old school, but we’re just not there yet. People are as ignorant as ever here,” Kurt tells her and Brittany can immediately sense the frustration and hurt. He tries to mask it though, “Just the other day, Karofsky slushied me for wearing an ascot.”

Brittany stiffened, “He did what?”

Kurt eyed Brittany’s confusion and matched it, “Slushied me? It was actually pretty upsetting, that ascot was designer and the red dye completely ruined it.”

Brittany was still hung up on the fact that Kurt had a slushie thrown at him. She stood, her brows furrowing. She started to feel hot all over as Kurt continued to talk.

“Is that not something that happens where you came from?” He asks. Brittany shakes her head, “It happens all the time here. Most of the guys on the team have done it aside from like Sam, Mike and Matt.”

“Are you serious?” Brittany realizes the feeling is anger and it starts to consume her.

Kurt looks uncertain, “Yeah? They usually go after people they consider beneath them but I think it really just depends on their mood that day. If you even look at someone on the team wrong, you’re probably getting slushied. It’s happened to me so many times. Karofsky’s probably the worst one.”

“Fuck that,” Brittany snaps and storms straight over to Dave. He’s mingling with Azimio and some of the other guys on her O-Line when Brittany gives him a shove without thinking, “Hey!”

He barely moves but she’s gained everyone’s attention now and they all rush over.

“Woah!” The guys around him holler. Brittany doesn’t pay them any attention, she just keeps her eyes narrowed.

Karofsky looks her up and down, “What’s got your panties in a knot?”

“Must be a mood swing,” Azimio laughs.

Brittany ignores him, “Actually it’s the fact that my Right Guard thinks it okay to bully people.”

Dave’s brows shoot up, “What now?”

“Britt,” Kurt pleads from behind her, “Don’t. It’s fine.”

“No Kurt, it isn’t fine,” Brittany says firmly before she’s glaring at Dave, “It’s fucking ridiculous.” She looks around at the guys that have gathered around and targets each of them, “What’s wrong with you people? Kurt is your teammate!”

She sees Mike and Sam exchange a confused glance along with Finn. Puck’s smirking and Matt just stares blankly at the others around him. Everyone’s trying to fill in the blanks here.

“I’ve never met so many who are just blatantly ignorant,” Brittany snaps. She’s so fired up now, “It shouldn’t matter what anyone’s labels are, if they’re on this team you’re meant to have their back. That’s just common sense, human decency!”

Azimio scoffs, “Listen, he’s – “

“No, you listen,” Brittany growls as she steps up to him and pokes at his chest. She turns her glare onto everyone else, “You all listen. Kurt made it on this team – same as everyone else here – and you’ll treat him with some respect!”

“Is this about the slushies?” Finn mumbles through his dopey confusion.

Brittany looks at him in disbelief before turning to Mike, “How long has this been a thing?”

Mike goes to answer but Finn cuts him off, “Forever.”

“Slushie facials are like tradition,” Puck adds. He still has on that cocky smirk, “It’s how we uphold our badass reps.” He goes to high five the guy next to him while others on the team nod in agreement.

Brittany frowns at him – at them all, “Well not anymore. There’s nothing badass about being an asshole.”

Puck’s smirk drops; the rest of the team looks surprised by Brittany words too.

“It’s mean, it’s bullying and I’m not going to stand for it as long as I’m QB,” She says firmly.

“But that’s how it has always been,” Finn challenges, “You can’t just go changing tradition just because you don’t like it.”

Brittany wants to laugh. She wants to smack him upside the head and shake some sense into him but she’s not the violent type – not usually. If anything, she’s disappointed that someone so deluded has been in charge of leading a team for so long.

“Watch me,” Brittany threatens. She stands tall and keeps her eyes narrowed on him, “Just because something’s always been done one way doesn’t make it right. I’m not going to lead a team full of close-minded Neanderthals to a Championship victory.”

Puck scoffs, “You really want to talk about victories after the last game?”

Brittany quirks a brow, “Tell me, Puckerman, who was it again that put a touchdown on the board? The only one of the entire game?”

She can hear Sam snickering from beside her at the sight of Puck looking dumbfounded.

“That’s what I thought,” Brittany smirks before she’s eyeing everyone else again, “I’m glad we lost, maybe it’ll knock you all off your high horses.” She can see the eye rolls she gets for that comment but she stands her ground, “There’s nothing worse than an overly-confident team and that’s exactly what was happening here. You all let it get to your heads and it cost us the game.”

“That’s bullshit,” Karofsky waves off, “What would she know?”

“A lot, apparently,” Brittany argues, “I’ve won a Championship title already. Hell, I’ve won two!”

“Shit, really?” Matt’s impressed, but Azimio shoves at him to shut up.

“Yeah, so this is nothing new to me,” Brittany adds, “But for all of you – seniors without a single playoff appearance let alone a victory – you’re going to want to straighten up if you want me to stay.”

“I can’t believe we’re letting a girl lead us,” Azimio complains, “What is the world coming to?”

Sam looks puzzled, “Dude. Coach Beiste is a girl.”

“Shut up, Evans,” Karofsky orders, “You know what he meant.”

“This girl doesn’t have to lead you,” Brittany replies as she steps up to Azimio, “I’m more than happy to hand all of this over to Finn, you can let him be in charge again. I guarantee you that he’s not taking this team to the top, but if you’re fine being losers then that’s cool.”

Half of the team glance to Finn and it looks like they can’t help but to agree with Brittany. He’s had three years to prove himself and he’s gotten nowhere. Brittany broke the losing streak in her very first appearance as a Titan and it wasn’t even a regular season game yet, so what does that say?

“No more slushie facials or whatever you call it. Like I said, I’m not going to lead a team of close-minded bullies to the Championship game. You’re free to go if you don’t like that decision,” Brittany tells them without any room for argument then looks directly at Karofsky and Azimio, “I’m sure Coach wouldn’t mind losing the dead weight. So, who wants to go?”

Azimio rolls his eyes but relents, “Nah. I’m staying, I want to win.”

Karofsky looks furious still, but he relents as well with just a single nod to show Brittany he agrees with Azimio. The rest of the team nod too.

“Great,” Brittany gives the team a proud smile, “Glad we’re all on the same page now. See you tomorrow for practice.”

She walks off the field without another word while the team is still reeling behind her.

Tuesday morning starts off just the same as the morning before except this time she sees that the hallways have been covered in Homecoming Court campaign posters. Or maybe she was too lost in her thoughts yesterday to notice. The only people Brittany recognizes though are: Santana, Quinn and that guy Rick.

Brittany rolls her eyes at the last one; who would ever vote for that dickhead?

When Brittany gets to her locker, she finds that she has beaten Santana this time around. She’s busy trying to organize her books in her bag when she sees crisp white tennis shoes appear next to her.

“Nice shirt,” Santana compliments, “See you finally decided to participate and show some school spirit.”

Brittany blushes but tries to recover by giving back a little sarcasm, “Tie Dye Tuesday? How could I resist? It’s so original.”

Santana rolls her eyes though she smiles brightly. Brittany grins too and takes in the tie dye shirt Santana has on made up of red and black. Her eyes dip lower to find that Santana’s still wearing her Cheerios skirt underneath and it has her shaking her head.

“You really wear that uniform 24/7,” Brittany notes with a chuckle, “Do you ever take it off?”

“Nope,” Santana jokes, “It’s like a second skin to me now.”

“Gross,” Brittany scrunches her nose at the image before changing the subject, “I like your Homecoming Court posters by the way.”

“Thanks,” Santana smiles, “Nominations aren’t officially out yet, but Quinn and I are always on the ballot. Might as well get a head start.”

Brittany nods, “Well you’ve got my vote.”

“So I heard you threatened the entire football team yesterday,” Santana says instead of thanking her again.

Brittany bites her lip but she’s glad the locker door hides her from Santana for the moment, “News really does travel fast around here.”

“Not much usually happens,” Santana replies, “You’re really shaking things up.”

“Yeah, well…” Brittany sighs as she closes her locker, “It wasn’t really a threat. I just don’t like bullies.”

“I should watch out then,” Santana says as she closes her locker too. The way she’s smirking at Brittany has the blonde feeling drawn in.

“Why?” Brittany finds herself asking, “Are you a bully?”

“That’s what they say,” Santana lifts her shoulder casually before she’s batting her long lashes up at Brittany, “You gonna threaten me too?”

Brittany finds herself laughing; she can’t imagine threatening Santana.

“I don’t think I need to,” Brittany tells her behind a small smile, “You’re smart; you know what’s right and what isn’t.”

Santana just tilts her head to the side and stares. Her expression is hard to read, but there’s a hint of a smile there so Brittany knows she hasn’t crossed a line or said something wrong.

“I’ll see you later, Pierce,” Santana says just as the bell rings.

And just like always, Brittany nods and watches Santana disappear down the hall – a sea of students parting just for her.

By the end of the day, Brittany sits next to Santana in their final class listening to the afternoon announcements. It’s almost time for them to announce the nominations for Homecoming Court and Brittany can just feel the anticipation radiating off of Santana.

She looks a little nervous too which confuses Brittany. Earlier Santana said that she and Quinn always get nominated; why would she be worried now?

Still, Brittany doodles away in her notebook while Coach Sylvester starts to read off the names.

“Votes will be counted on the night of the Homecoming Dance by a team of respected officials so don’t even think about trying to vote twice. All illegal ballots will be tossed,” Coach Sylvester explains stiffly, “Here are the nominations for Homecoming Queen: Missy Gunderson, Quinn Fabray and Santana Lopez.”

Brittany glances to her side to see the proud smile Santana tries to keep hidden.

“Congrats,” Brittany whispers to her.

“Thanks,” Santana whispers back before turning to face the board again, “Hopefully guys from the Titans get nominated too. No way I’m going with a Puck Head.”

Brittany nods; if anyone on the team is worthy enough to be nominated she’d pick Mike or Sam or Kurt but that might be a little bias since they’re her friends.

“No surprises there,” Coach Sylvester grumbles, “And finally the nominations for Homecoming King are as follows: Rick Nelson, Scott Cooper and Brittany S. Pierce…wait, how does that work?”

Brittany’s eyes go wide upon hearing her name – after the loss the Titans sustained on Friday, after her hard stance on slushie facials, after her lack of self-promotion…she still gets nominated? It doesn’t make any sense.

She doesn’t even hear the rest of the announcements – she’s that surprised.

“This has got to be a mistake,” Brittany murmurs out of disbelief.

“Perks of being the quarterback,” Santana says, “You were bound to get roped into something.”

#Lost in the Lights #Brittana #Brittana fanfiction #QB!Britt #LITL

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Cabin (#7)

Summary: Lay becomes your partner on a vacation organized by your best friend.

Pairings: Lay x reader

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: slight choking, being pinned down, no condom, creampie, some aftercare

Word Count: 8.7k

Renting a cabin during the winter is something you did every year with friends. You and your friends would gather together and pair up with each other. Whoever was your partner, you had to do winter activities with them. This year, was exactly the same as the rest of the years.

"So a few guys are coming and I am inviting just enough guys so each of us has a partner. Is that okay with you?" Sooah asked over the phone.

"Yeah, that's fine. We never have guys over anyway. It might be more fun with us plus a few guys," you said, liking the idea.

The day came quicker than you thought and before you knew it, you were packing a luggage bag with your clothes for a week stay away from home. You drove to Sooah's house, the plan being eight people will take four cars, considering everyone was supposed to have a partner.

"Yay! You made it!" Sooah opened her front door for you. "Okay, so when everyone gets here, I will pair everyone up and then we will leave after that, okay?"

You nodded and smiled, matching her large grin on her face. The two of you enjoyed each other's company, patiently waiting for everyone to come.

"Okay," Sooah said sitting on her couch. "So I have a few things to say about these guys."

You rolled your eyes and laughed. Sooah was practically guy crazy so you had a feeling you knew what she was going to say.

"The four guys coming are super cute and apparently they're all childhood friends. They're not my friends, but they're Mirae's friends. She showed me pictures of them and I instantly said yes to inviting them. Maybe we can find a cute one for you," Sooah winked and elbowed you.

"Sooah, you know I have a boyfriend already. There will be nothing more than a friendship between me and whoever my partner is. Okay?"

Sooah rolled her eyes and slouched. "No one even likes Woosung. He's a jerk to everyone, even you. I don't know why you're with him."

"I'm with him because he's different behind closed doors."

Sooah stared at you with one brow raised. "How long did you have to beg him to let you come?"

You didn't answer her. She knew he wouldn't instantly let you. He'd probably have your head if he knew guys were coming. But since the trip has always been girls, he has no idea guys were included in the trip.

"It's ridiculous that you need his permission to go somewhere. You're twenty-four years old! He acts like he's your parent and you're a child."

Sooah was right. She was always right. Even though she never had a boyfriend, she wasn't stupid. She always had the best advice but you never listened to her. You couldn't break up with Woosung, though. You had been with him for such a long time. It wouldn't feel right if you two broke up.

Finally, the door bell rang and Sooah jumped up with energy from the couch. "It's about time!"

First, your two friends showed up. Mirae and Yoorim. Everyone was excited and you hugged both girls. It's been a while since you last saw them considering how jealous Woosung got every time you hung out with them. Just a few minutes later and the guys all showed up together. Everyone was in Sooah's house and she began introductions.

"Okay so let's do some intros! I'm Sooah!" She said with a large smile.

"Everyone knows I'm Mirae."

"I'm Yoorim," she said with a shy smile.

It was your turn and everyone was looking at you. "I'm Y/n," you said with an awkward wave.

All the girls, including yourself, looked to the men standing side by side. For the first time, you were able to get a good look at all four of them. The tallest one looked quite intimidating. He had light brown hair and was staring at Yoorim pretty hungrily. The shortest one was handsome and he stood like if he knew it. It was kind of attractive and you were curious about who would be his partner. The third guy had silver hair. He stood out the most to you. You had never seen a guy with silver hair and this guy wore it well. The last guy was beyond handsome. He smiled slightly and a dimple formed on one of his cheeks. You instantly fell in love, but you made sure not to stare too long.

"Okay well I'm Sehun," the tallest one said.

"I'm Suho," the short one said.

"I'm Baekhyun," the silver haired guy spoke with a large smile.

"And I'm Yixing, but you can call me Lay," the last one said with a shy smile. You found him adorable and couldn't help but stare at him.

"Okay so I have everyone's names written down on pieces of paper," Sooah began. "I'll randomly give the guys a girls name and whoever they have will be their partner."

Sooah passed pieces of paper to all four men. There was some little excitement as to who would be your partner. You actually didn't mind who it was considering they all seemed very friendly.

The four men all opened their pieces of paper Sehun instantly stared at Yoorim and smiled. "You're my partner," he said and walked over to her.

"I have," Suho said, opening his paper. "Mirae."

Mirae laughed. "I had a feeling you'd get me."

"I got Sooah," Baekhyun said with a little smile. Sooah walked over to him and stood beside him. The three couples looked at who was left, which was you and Lay.

"I guess we're partners?" You said with a smile.

"I guess so," Lay said with a grin. "Should I check the paper just in case?"

You laughed. "I think we're good. But now we have to find out who's car we are taking."

Everyone decided to speak to their partners and you turned to Lay. "Do you have a nice and big car? We need enough room to fit our blankets and luggage."

"Well, I wouldn't say my car is big. But it is large enough. Do you have a car?" Lay raised his brows in question and his eyes widened a bit.

You nodded in response. "I do. It's the old punch buggy out there. There's no way my car would make it up the mountains. So thank goodness for your car."

Lay looked a little confused. "What's a punch buggy?"

You stared at him in shock, wanting to believe that everyone knew the rules of the Volkswagen Beetle. "It's a game that people usually play. If you see a Beetle car, you punch someone and say 'punch buggy'. It's a stupid game people play but it sometimes kills time."

"Do you play that?" He asked with curiosity in his voice.

"Not often. Only when I'm bored. Don't worry though. I promise I won't punch you," you laughed. Lay smiled at you and nodded.

Once everyone decided whose car to take and all the luggage was put into the cars, it was time to take off. It was about an hour ride from Sooah's house to the cabin that everyone was staying in. At first, things were quite hectic with choosing who to follow on the road up to the cabin, but once things calmed down, an awkward silence began to grow in the car between you and Lay.

"Should we get to know each other while we wait for this car ride to be over?" Lay suggested. One of his hands was on the steering wheel and his other was gently caressing his center console. It was an attractive site to witness. It was completely non-sexual but you always loved seeing an attractive man drive.

"Is that a yes?" Lay asked, laughing. His question took you out of your daze and you felt a little embarrassed.

"Uh yeah. You go first."

"Okay," he began. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

You laughed. "Woah, getting to the juicy details already, huh?"

This made Lay laughed out loud and his head tilted back slightly. "I'm sorry if I'm so straightforward."

You shooed him off with your hand. "It's fine. Yes, I do have a boyfriend."

Lay raised his eyebrows. "Nice. What's his name and how old is he?"

"His name is Woosung and he's twenty-seven. He's a singer, have you ever heard of him?"

Lay was quiet. You looked to him and he was gripping his wheel aggressively. "Is everything okay?"

Lay looked to you and took a deep breath. "Was this Woosung in a band called The Rose?"

You looked away and nodded, wondering how he knew that detail. It's been four years since Woosung was last in The Rose.

"He was. Why what happened? How do you know him?" You're curiosity got the best of you. You knew the news that was about to leave Lay's mouth was not good but it was killing you to know.

"About five years ago I had this friend. She was beautiful and kind and everything you could possibly love about a woman. The three of us used to be super close friends. I had a growing crush on her and I told Woosung about this. The next day, I caught them in bed together. I was furious because Woosung knew about my crush. He practically broke guy code."

Lay's words hit you like a truck. "But, I've been with Woosung for six years. Does this mean he cheated on me?"

The car grew quiet and the last six years of being with Woosung ran through your mind. How could you be so oblivious? All his friends probably knew about this and you continued to be at his side like a moron. Your heart began to shatter and you felt sick to your stomach. The Woosung that you thought loved you, cheated on you and never told you.

You could see Lay staring at you from your peripheral. He reached for your hand to comfort you, but you instantly retracted your hand. "I'm so sorry, Y/n. I had no idea."

You shook your head in response. Your throat was tight with tears that wanted to spill and you knew that if you spoke, you'd break down. Your eyes watered to the brim, heart completely broken, but you never allowed a tear to fall down your cheeks.

The rest of the ride to the cabin was silent. You couldn't think of anything else but the fact that the man you thought loved you had cheated on you one year into your relationship. You always knew Woosung was a player but you always thought he'd be loyal to you.

The cabin slowly came into sight. You felt suffocated in the car and you just wanted to get out and be alone for a while. Once everyone got to the cabin and parked their cars, everyone stepped out and admired the cabin and its beauty. It was different than what Sooah usually rented. Normally, it was just the four of you girls but since the guys were there too, she had to rent a larger cabin. It looked much better than the other cabins on the site.

You managed to keep Woosung out of your head for a bit. It came back into your mind when you saw the way that Sehun was staring at Yoorim. It was years ago when you and Woosung were still friends. He would stare at you like if you were the most beautiful girl to him. It used to make your heart flutter and your stomach filled with butterflies, but now, the thought of him made you sick to your stomach. Leaving the group, you walked to the back of the house, admiring the mountains and how the mountains cradled the city. It was nice. Evening was approaching and the city's lights began to glow. You took in a deep breath of fresh air, not knowing how you were going to approach Woosung with this newfound information.

"Hey, are you okay?"

You turned around and saw Sooah with a concerned look on her face. She instantly saw your expression and knew something was up.

"Y/n, what happened? Did Lay do something to you?"

You shook your head and looked down to your feet. Your eyes began to water again, no matter how hard you tried to hold it in. You looked up at Sooah, confident that you actually did look okay, and she instantly hugged you. You couldn't hold it in anymore and her hug just brought out more tears. Before you knew it, you were bawling your eyes out and leaving tear stains on her sweater.

You began to hiccup from all the crying, feeling like you couldn't breathe properly. "Woosung cheated on me."

Sooah gasped and pulled away from the hug to look at you. "How do you know? What happened?"

"I was talking with Lay in the car and they used to be friends a few years ago. He told me that Woosung had sex with a mutual friend of theirs."

Sooah reached for your hands and held them in her own. "Maybe it was before you two were together."

Even though Sooah hated Woosung, she wanted to believe that he didn't cheat on you. You shook your head. "No. Lay told me this happened five years ago. Woosung and I have been together for six."

Sooah opened her mouth in disbelief. "What are you going to do?"

You wiped a tear with your sleeve. "I guess break up with him. I have zero tolerance for cheating."

"I'll help you drop him if you need help, okay?"

You nodded and smiled through your pain and Sooah returned the smile. She hugged you once more, squeezing just a little for emphasis, and then letting go. The two of you walked together inside of the cabin where everyone was. Everyone had brought in their luggage and you suddenly remembered you never brought yours in. You searched for Lay and found him in the room you two were going to share.

"Hey, can I borrow your keys to get my bags and blankets? I forgot to get them in the car."

Lay gave you a soft smile and pointed to the bed behind you. All your luggage and blankets were already brought inside.

"I thought I'd help you bring them in. I know you're in a rough spot right now and I didn't want to make thing harder."

Your heart almost melted at how sweet he was being. "Thank you so much Lay. I really appreciate it."

Lay nodded and walked out of the room. You searched through your bags for your cell phone and took it out. You saw you had several unread messages from Woosung and a few missed calls from him. You rolled your eyes and could feel the love you once had for him slowly fade away. You hit the redial button and waited for him to answer.

"Hey, baby! Why didn't you answer my calls? Are you cheating on me?" He asked and then laughed. The question made you feel so bitter towards him and you wanted to lash out. But you knew if you weren't calm about this situation, he'd try to turn this on you.

"That's funny you ask," you say. "I should be asking you that, don't you think?"

The other line was quiet for a bit until he answered. "Baby, what are you talking about?"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. He was acting completely oblivious. "I'm going to ask you this once and I expect you to tell me the truth. Okay?"

Woosung was quiet and you could hear his breathing increase. "Okay? I don't know what you're talking about. You know I don't lie to you."

"Have you ever cheated on me while we were dating?"

He didn't answer. Several seconds passed and you waited. "Your silence is all I really need."

"Wait! No, I never cheated on you!"

This time, you laughed because you gave him one chance to be truthful and he lied. "So you never cheated on me? A year into our relationship, and you never cheated on me with a girl that you wanted to sleep with because your friend liked her?"

Woosung gasped. "Are you with Yixing?! How do you know him? I dropped him after that situation and stopped being friends with him."

You internally laughed at how idiotic this man was. He just confessed about cheating and you bet he didn't even notice.

"Well," you began to say with venom in your words. "I didn't tell you but Sooah invited guys for our girl trip and guess who happened to be my partner? Lay! And guess what else? We're sleeping in the same room and sleeping on the same bed."

That last part was definitely not true but you couldn't stand there and tell him the truth. You wanted to hurt him and make him feel just as bad as you did. "And want to know something else? We're going to fuck. He's a big guy and I know he can fuck me so good. Nothing compared to what you give me with your micro. I'm going to let Lay fuck me until I forget your name."

You could imagine how red and angry Woosung was getting, but you didn't care. You felt satisfaction through your words and it was making you feel so much better. "Also, I want you out of my house by the time I'm back from my trip. And if you wreck anything in my house, I'll take you to court just like your parents did."

Woosung's parents kicked him out of their house for being drunk all the time and when he was leaving, he took a bat to all of their expensive things. They took him to court and he's still trying to pay back the several thousands of dollars of property that he damaged.

You waited a few seconds to allow him to say something, whether it was a lie or not. Finally, he did. "I did cheat on you. Her name was Nari and she was a good fuck. I definitely don't regret fucking her and I definitely don't regret losing my friendship with Zhang Yixing over it. He's a prick anyway and I hope you have fun with him."

And then the line went dead. You didn't think your heart could hurt any more than it did. But you were wrong. His last few words will remain in your memory. You were livid. You were seeing red and quickly opened up your messaging app.

Fuck you, Woosung. She probably couldn't even enjoy her fuck because your micro didn't even reach her g-spot. But keep thinking you got it. It makes you look like a completely dumbass. In case you didn't already know, this is me breaking up with you. And while you pack your shit and leave my house, picture Lay fucking my brains out while I drown out the terrible memory of you.

You exited out of the messaging app and immediately blocked his number. You went straight to your gallery and deleted every picture that left you a memory of him. It was almost most of your gallery but you didn't care. You set a reminder on your phone to set all of his gifts on fire when you get back home. You threw your phone on the bed and sat in silence for a while. You heart was racing with adrenaline and you were still sick to your stomach. Just the fact of knowing that he cheated on you and never told you was really gnawing at your brain.

There was a knock on the door that caught your attention. It was Lay.

"Can I come in?"

You smiled at Lay and nodded. You saw him walk in and his cheeks were a light shade of red. "Are you okay?"

He looked at you with wide eyes like if you caught him off guard. He nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay. Why?"

"You look feverish. Are you getting sick?"

Lay shook his head and laughed. "No, but this turtleneck is making me a little hot. Do you mind if I change?"

You nodded in understanding. "Yeah, I’ll let you change."

You got up from the bed and left the room, closing the door behind you. You walked down the hallway and into the living room where everyone else was sitting. There was a debate going on about where everyone should go for an evening stroll since apparently it was on the list of things for partners to do. You sat down next to Sooah who looked at you and smiled softly. You reached for her hand and gently squeezed it, sending back a smile to her.

"Did you talk to him?" She whispered.

You nodded. "I broke up with him and told him to leave my house."

She raised her eyebrows and widened her eyes. "Wow. Did he admit it?"

You frowned and looked down. You nodded. She placed her free hand on top of your hand that was squeezing hers, and caressed it for comfort.

"It's okay. We will do something that will get your mind off things. Okay?"

You nodded and looked up. Everyone was still deciding on where to go.

"Why don't we just talk a walk around the city?" You suggested.

"I don't like walking," Suho pouted.

"I do!" Mirae shouted in excitement. "That's a good idea! Let's go!"

"But what if the rest of us don't like the idea?" Baekhyun butted in.

"Okay how about this. If Lay says so, then we will go. He missed this whole debate anyway," Sooah said.

Everyone nodded and agreed and finally Lay made his way back to everyone. He was wearing the same turtleneck he had on earlier and took a seat next to you.

"Hey I thought you were changing?" You asked him.

He shook his head. "No, I was able to cool myself down so I kept the shirt on. But what is everyone talking about here?"

"Okay we need an answer from you. Sooah swears we need to do partner activities and she wants us to do something this evening," Sehun said. "So we thought it'd be a good idea to get your voice on things."

Lay laughed. "Why me? What if I choose wrong?"

Everyone laughed at his answer. "I'm sure you won't choose wrong," you told him.

"Okay, should we take a walk around the city or stay inside the nice and warm cabin?" Baekhyun asked.

Lay smiled and looked at me. "What did you choose?"

You pointed to yourself in question. "Me? I said we should walk around the city."

Lay nodded. "I choose the walk around the city."

The other three men groaned and rolled their eyes.

"Why? What's the big deal?" Mirae asked.

"We thought this was a vacation," Suho said.

"You guys are so dramatic," Yoorim laughed.

Everyone got ready and made sure to wear warm clothes before everyone got inside the cars and made it to the city. You had never toured the city that you vacationed in and you were excited to see new things. Lay shut the car off after he found parking on the street.

"Okay partner, are we ready?" He asked.

You smiled at him and nodded. The two of you hopped out of the car and immediately you looked up at the large clock tower that he parked in front of.

"Wow, this thing is huge!" You craned your neck to look up. You admired the building before you looked at Lay who you caught staring at you.

"Why are you staring at me?" You laughed.

Lay smiled, his deep dimple forming. "You just look so amazed."

"Well yeah! Look at this building!"

He finally gave in and looked at it. Beautiful Christmas lights covered the building and you could see the lights shining from his eyes. It definitely made him look more attractive and you had to control yourself and look away.

"Alright, so I looked up what's around here and just down the street, they have an outlet filled with stores that don't close until like 1AM for the tourists that come here," Sooah said.

She began walking with Baekhyun, their arms intertwined with each other's. It was cute to see. She hadn't had a crush since freshman year in high school. It was nice to see her comfortable around a guy.

Everyone began to follow her and you and Lay were the last ones to follow. He offered his arm to you and you smiled and took it.

"So, about earlier," he began.

You brought your hand up to cut him off. "It's fine. Really. I think I should actually thank you for even telling me. Otherwise I would've stood with a man that cheated on me and I would've looked stupid not knowing."

"And you kicked him out of your house?" He asked.

You slowed down and looked up at him. "How did you know he lived with me?"

"Oh," he began. "I think I heard you tell Sooah you were kicking him out. When we were on the couch."

You hummed in confusion. "That's weird. I don't remember you being there when I was talking to her about it.”

Lay nodded. "Yeah, I was there. I was actually behind the couch standing when I heard but then I went back to the room because I didn't want to eavesdrop any more than I already had."

"Why didn't anyone notice you standing there then?" You asked, kind of suspicious of his actions.

"Because everyone was too busy discussing about where to go that no one noticed I was in the living room."

You nodded, adding everything up. You guessed that it did make a little sense. You didn't want to read too much into something that was so little.

You all finally reached the outlets and you saw it was filled with name brand stores from brands like Nike to brands like Coach.

"Oh my goodness! I have to buy things from here. Baekhyun, do you care?" Sooah asked him. He looked down at her and smiled.

"You're the best partner ever!" Sooah squeaked and dragged Baekhyun with her to the Louis Vuitton store.

"So what are we supposed to do? I don't supposed you all like shopping as well?" Mirae asked everyone, but everyone shook their heads.

"Well I guess we can just split up and do our own things. Find whatever we can to keep ourselves busy," Suho suggested.

"I'm a junk food person so me and my partner are going to find a candy place to eat," Mirae said and left with Suho. Yoorim and Sehun shrugged and looked confused, but walked away together anyway.

"What do we do?" You looked up at Lay.

"Hmm," he said, bringing his lips together. "Well it's really cold out here and we haven't had dinner yet. Want to get something to eat together?"

You nodded your head, stomach instantly growling. "But what are we going to eat? I haven't seen any restaurants in this place."

"Do you like Thai? I saw a Thai restaurant when we walked into this place."

"Yes! I love Thai food!"

Lay laughed and grabbed your hand and the two of you walked hand in hand to the restaurant at the entrance of the outlets. The two of you approached the food courts to find that every restaurant was already closed for the day. You looked around and pouted.

“What do we do now?” You asked, looking up at Lay.

He bit his lip in thought and hummed. “How about we go to the store, buy a few things, and then head back to the cabin and we could cook some dinner for the two of us?”

You smiled brightly at his idea. You weren’t that much of great cook but you liked the idea of being able to cook with someone else who’s company you actually enjoyed. You nodded, your smile never leaving your face.

You and Lay left the outlets and walked back to the car, your hand never leaving his until he opened the passenger door for you. You used your GPS on your phone to find a store and Lay made his way there. You always hated grocery shopping but for some reason, the tedious action didn’t seem so bad knowing you were doing it with Lay.

“So what should we eat? Do you like meat? Noodles? Kimchi?” He asked looking around the store.

You nodded and licked your lips. “I like all of those.”

Lay smiled. “So do I. Let’s get them all.”

You and Lay found all the ingredients together and although you had just had a breakup a few hours before, you felt happy. It was just odd how you felt that a simple action like grocery shopping was making you feel better.

The both of you took the groceries back to the cabin, humming in pleasure when the heat hit your bodies. You removed your sweater and helped Lay out of his as he held all of the groceries. You took a few from his hands and placed them on the counter in the kitchen.

“Okay, just a heads up. I’m not a great chef but I don’t exactly suck. I’m willing to help with anything,” you told Lay as you washed your hands. He approached you from behind and went up against you, wrapping his arms around you to wash his hands as well. Your face and ears grew hot at his action and you didn’t know how to react.

“It’s okay. I’ll teach you how to cook,” he said simply. He finished washing his hands and moved away from you. You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before turning around to him. He looked completely clueless to what he just did. It’s like his action was completely normal to him.

“Here, take these noodles and boil them. Once they reach a good boil, pour the seasoning in them and let it boil for an extra five minutes. I’ll get the meat ready.”

You nodded and grabbed the noodles from his hand. You got the pot ready and poured enough water inside and started the stove. Lay on the other hand took out a frying pan and began cooking, looking like a chef with every swift move in the kitchen.

“Do you always cook? How are you so good at cooking?” You asked.

“Growing up, it was always me, my mom and my grandma. My grandma was really old so the only person cooking for us was my mom. Sometimes my mom had to work very late at night and I had to learn how to cook for myself and my grandma, so I made sure to watch my mom’s cooking very closely so I can make us all dinner and give my mom a break.”

You nodded your head. “That’s really good that you took the initiative to help out your mom. Not many guys do that.”

Lay laughed and you looked at him confused. “What’s so funny?”

“I’m not like most guys,” he said.

It was your turn to laugh but it came out a bit louder than his. “Okay, sure. That’s what every guy says.”

He went serious, his smile leaving his face. “I’m being serious. I don’t really see myself like other guys.”

You crossed your arms and stared at him. You tried to study him to see what made him so different. “What makes you think you’re so different?”

“Well for one, didn’t you just say not many guys would take initiative to help out their mom? I’d like to think I’m more caring than most men. I listen and pay attention to small details. I bet you didn’t even know this but this whole time we’ve been partners, I noticed that your eyes smile when your lips do. Or like how you bite your lip when you’re nervous. I haven’t even known you very long and I’ve noticed these things about you.”

You rolled your eyes and placed the noodles inside the boiling water. “Okay but anyone can say that if they’ve been with me longer than two hours.”

Lay continued to cook the meat and he laughed. As he began sautéing the meat, he looked at you and smiled.

“What? Why do you keep smiling and laughing during the most random times?”

He grinned and laughed again. “Because you don’t believe that I’m different.”

It went quiet between the both of you, you not knowing what to say. There was no point in discussing something that was so open ended.

You finished the noodles and Lay finished the meat. He reached inside the store bag and took out a jar of pre-made kimchi that he bought at the store. You set the table and he brought the food over. The two of you sat down and you closed your eyes and enjoyed the smell of the food. Your stomach growled loud and that made Lay chuckle.

“Okay, let’s eat!”

Lay allowed you to get your pieces of meat first and noodles and then he served himself. As you two began to eat, he spoke up.

“Tell me something, yeah? How am I not different than other guys?”

You laughed with noodles hanging out of your mouth. “You’re still on that?”

Lay shrugged and ate a piece of meat. “What? I want to know. I couldn’t convince you that I’m different so I’m kind of interested in hearing from you about how I’m not.”

You finished chewing your food and had the best idea. “Okay, if you’re not like most men,” you said with a sly smile and crossed arms, “then what would you say if I asked you to fuck me?”

Lay’s eyes widened and he nearly choked on his meat. His face turned a deep red and he reached for his water and took several large gulps. You laughed and tossed your head back, knowing exactly the reaction you’d get from him. He stared at you and you continued to smile at him.

“Is that a serious question?” He asked.

You nodded. “Yeah. Your answer to my question will convince me on whether or not I think you’re like most men.”

He nodded and took another drink from his water. “Okay, well, um, we don’t know each other well. So I’d say it would be best if we came to know each other first and then decide from there what we both would want to do.”

You continued to laugh, not entirely convinced by his bullshit answer. You knew he was making this up.

“Uh-huh. Now what if I made a move on you? You’d tell me to stop?”

“I don’t see how this could help-“

“Stop trying to change the topic, Lay,” you said sitting forward in your seat. You were messing with his head and you kind of thought it was funny. It was sort of obvious that he thought you were attractive so there was no harm done. And if he wasn’t attracted to you, well there’s still no harm done.

Voices could be heard outside the cabin and the two of you looked to the front door. Lay looked back at you and you gave him a resigned expression. The door opened and everyone walked inside.

“Wow! You two left us to have dinner! What kind of friends are you?” Mirae said instantly going to the food that was made.

“Everyone had the option to do something in town. Y/n and I decided to go grocery shopping and make dinner together for the both of us. It’s not our fault you all decided to shop and eat candy,” Lay said cleaning up the dishes. You quickly gathered the rest of the dishes and put them into the sink, slowly reaching Lay’s ear with your mouth.

“The conversation will continue later on. Don’t think you’re off the hook, sir.” You pulled back and saw him tense up. You found it funny the reaction he had and continues to have.

Everyone sat down in the living room looking completely exhausted. It was now 12AM and you could actually feel the exhaustion taking over your body as well.

“I think it’s time to sleep,” Sooah said while she closed her eyes on the couch and cuddled into Baekhyun’s arms. He looked down and smiled.

“I think I’ll take my partner and I to bed. Goodnight!” And with that, he carried her bridal style into their room and closed the door.

“Can you carry me like that to our room?” Mirae asked Suho. He laughed and got up.

“Last one to the room gets the bigger bed!” He said and began to run with Mirae running after him.

“I don’t understand how they have the energy to run. I barely have the energy to walk,” Sehun said. “Want to go to bed? I’ll give you the bigger bed if you want.”

Yoorim yawned and nodded and the both of them left to their room, leaving you and Lay alone once again. You quickly turned around to face him but he didn’t want to make eye contact with you as he continued to wash the dirty dishes.

“Are you going to be a while?” You asked him.

Lay shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe another ten minutes.”

You nodded and yawned. “Okay, well I’m going to shower. I’ll come back out and let you know when I’m done.”

You left and walked down the hallway into your room. You opened your bags and got out a towel and your clothes and brought them with you into the bathroom that was connected to the room. You started the water and quickly got into the hot shower. It was relaxing and you could fall asleep standing if it was possible. Once you were finished, you lotioned up and threw on your pajamas which consisted of an oversized t-shirt and pajama pants that once had a matching shirt. You combed out your wet hair and left the bathroom. You put your dirty clothes into a plastic bag and into your luggage and began to make your way towards the kitchen. You noticed all the lights were off and you were confused. You had no idea where Lay was.

Walking back into the hallway towards the room, you heard shuffling behind a nearby door. This door didn’t lead to any of the bedrooms and you didn’t exactly tour the cabin to see what it consisted of. You opened the door and it was completely pitch black and your anxiety went up because you couldn’t see what was inside. Before you could close the door, you were dragged into the room aggressively, but before you could scream, a large hand covered your mouth, your hands instantly reaching for theirs as a reaction.

“Do not make a noise otherwise everyone in this cabin will wake up.”

“Lay?” You whispered once the hand was removed. “What are you doing? What room is this?”

“It’s the laundry room and I actually wanted to scare you to see how you’d react. Considering how you kept messing with me to see how I’d react to your words.”

You were up against the wall and his body was pressed up against yours. Although you couldn’t see, you could feel his body towering over you.

“You smell so good,” Lay said. He bent down near your neck and took a deep breath in, sending shivers down your spine to your legs. He pushed a few wet strands of hair behind your ear before his hand went to the back of your neck.

“Lay, what are you doing?”

“Don’t you want me to fuck you?” He whispered into your ear. You gulped hard and you were sure that even Lay was able to hear it.

“What do you mean? I was just joking.” You said, not exactly knowing what to say.

“Were you, sweetheart? So you didn’t tell your ex-boyfriend that I was going to fuck you hard until you forgot his name?”

You gasped. “How do you know that?”

Lay pressed a gently kiss to your neck and your hands instantly reached to push at his chest, but he didn’t budge.

“One thing you should know about me is that I’m a huge eavesdropper. I don’t mean to be. I just happen to be at the wrong place at the wrong time and I overhear information that I’m never meant to hear. I heard all the things you told your ex-boyfriend. I even read your text message from your phone. Yeah, you forgot to lock your phone when you left the room after breaking up with Woosung.”

“I didn’t mean those things, honestly. I just said it to get him mad.” Your breath became ragged and your heart rate was increasing with every second.

“Mm-hm, so then you don’t wonder what it would be like if I did fuck you? I am much bigger than you and I’m sure I could dominate you and fuck your brains out, just like you wanted me to.”

Lay placed another kiss right underneath your ear and you let out a whispered moan, hoping he didn’t hear.

“What was that? Was that a moan I just heard. Let me hear it again,” he said and he kissed again in the same spot. Your knees were weak and shaking and adrenaline was running throughout your whole body. He gave several kisses on the same spot and then gave a gentle suck, making you moan slightly louder.

“Good girl. Keep moaning for me,” he whispered into your ear. You began to want more and you couldn’t help yourself. You reached up and grabbed his face and smashed his lips onto yours. His lips were soft and you wondered how his lips would feel everywhere else.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked once more. You nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see you in the dark.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to have to answer me out loud.”

“Yes,” you breathed out. “Please fuck me.”

With your verbal permission, Lay wrapped your arms around his neck and he picked you up by your thighs and walked both of you out of the laundry room. He made his way to the bedroom the two of you were sharing and he placed you on your bed.

“You don’t mind if we do this on your bed, right? You have the bigger bed,” he said out of air. You shook your head in response and he dipped his head in between your neck and shoulder and continued to place kisses on your skin. Goosebumps began to rise on ever surface of your body and your heart was beating rapidly. Lay gave you a little bite to your neck, which caused you to jump and moan simultaneously.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy. I want you out of these clothes,” he said while bringing down your pants.

He threw your pants to the floor and lifted up your shirt. He dipped down and placed kisses on your stomach from your underwear line and made his way up slowly. You weren’t wearing a bra and this made him chuckle as he rose your shirt all the way and saw your breasts. He placed gentle kisses around the mound and then slowly made his way to one of your nipples. He sucked on it, making you want to squeeze your legs but because his body was in between your legs, you couldn’t. Heat began to rise in your core and you wanted some relief. You rose your hips up to meet his but he pulled back slightly, your nipple still in his mouth. You threw you head back, the feeling of your nipple being played with his tongue running through your body. He placed your hardened nipple in between his teeth and gently bit down, making you jump and squeak. He smiled and then pulled away with a pop. Lay pulled your shirt off over your head and then removed all of his clothes.

“I want you to suck my cock while I eat your pussy,” he said as he took of his boxers. His member sprang up once his boxers let it loose. It instantly hit his toned abs and you couldn’t help but to stare. He was definitely large and it made you excited that finally you were going to get some good dick.

You quickly took your underwear off and threw them to the floor as he laid down and took your place on the bed. You climbed on top of him and placed your throbbing pussy over his face, the anticipation rising your adrenaline.

“Put that pussy over my face, just like that,” he said in a low voice. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and he put his whole mouth on your pussy. Your hands balled into fists, during he process leaving scratches on his abdomen. Wanting to return the favor, you leaned down and put his long member into your hands. You needed two hands to stroke him. Your hands were small and your fingers couldn’t fully wrap around him. You gave a short lick to his head, making his hips to rise up in demand for more. You slowly put the tip of his cock inside your mouth, receiving a loud moan from him, underneath your pussy. That sent vibrations straight to your clit which caused you to want to go down lower on his cock.

You began to bob your head up and down and made the blowjob sloppy. Spit was dripping down his cock and it was shiny as you pulled back with a pop. Underneath you, Lay paid more attention to your clit and you were thankful he even knew where it was. He wrapped his lips around the swollen bud and began to suck. Your legs began to shake, a climax coming quick.

“Lay, I’m going to come,” you breathed out. Your body involuntarily hunched forward and he never ceased his actions.

“Come on my tongue, baby,” he said. He placed his tongue inside your pussy as his fingers began to rub your clit furiously. The quick movements made you convulse and tense, sending your climax throughout your whole body. Lay gave your clit one last suck before helping you turn around on him.

“I want to see you ride my cock,” he said, helping you position your thighs on top of his. You lined up his cock with your pussy and slid down on him.

“Ah, fuck,” he moaned. “Your pussy is so tight.”

The stretch of him inside you burned. You slowly made your way up and down his cock. The burn was soon replaced by pleasure and you began to go quicker. You placed your hands on his chest and bounced your ass on his cock. You threw your head back as his cock hit your g-spot with every bounce.

“Tell me how much you like my cock,” he said to you. He placed his arms underneath his head as he watched you ride him with your pussy.

“I...love...it so much,” you managed to say.

“Fuck,” he began. “You ride me so well. I can feel your pussy tighten with every bounce. Are you going to come again?”

You nodded, not being able to speak any words. Your second climax was approaching quickly and you tried to ride it out. Your actions were deterred, so Lay grabbed you by your ass and began pounding up into you.

“Oh my god, I’m coming,” you whispered, worried that the others might hear you. Your pussy tightened around him and your body tensed up for the second time.

Lay spun you both around so now you were below him. “Have you ever come three times in a row?”

Your eyes were closed and you could feel the energy being drained from your body. The second climax was much stronger than the first and you weren’t sure you could even have a third one.

You shook your head in reply to his question.

“Well, tonight will be your first night.”

He rammed his cock back into your pussy and leaned over to look at you. Your eyes stayed closed, wanting to relish in this feeling forever.

“Look at me,” Lay demanded. “I want to see you up close when I make you come for a third time.”

He was pounding your pussy and making your eyes roll back, it was hard to stare back at him. He placed a sloppy kiss against your lips and you were moaning into his mouth. Your hands reached up to his back but he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“Fuck, you look so fucking sexy pinned underneath me as you take my cock. You’re such a good girl for me,” he groaned. He had your wrists pinned with one of his hands and with his other, he reached to grab your neck.

“Do you like to be choked?” He asked. You nodded.

He gently squeezed the sides of your neck and you could feel your third orgasm approaching. It was coming strong and you could feel it.

“I’m going to come,” you said in small breaths.

“Me too,” Lay said. “I want you to come with me. I’ll count down from three.”

“3,” he said. Your orgasm was quickly on its way and you weren’t sure you could control when it happens.

“2.”

“1.”

At 1, he squeezed your neck slightly harder and you instantly came. Your pussy squeezed his cock and he groaned loud into your neck. His cock pulsed inside your pussy as the both of you came. He let go of your wrists and neck and hovered above you, placing gently kisses on your lips.

“That was the best fuck of my life,” he said and placed one more kiss on your lips before pulling out of you. “Come on, let’s go clean up before you leak onto your bed.”

He helped you get up onto your shaky legs and led you to the restroom. He found several rags on a rack and got one and ran it under warm water.

“Open your legs. I’m going to clean you,” he said. “Put your hands on my shoulders.”

You put your hands on his shoulders as he leaned down and wiped you. The rag slightly touched your clit and your body jumped, making you lean on his shoulders.

“Are you okay?” He asked looking up at you.

You nodded. “Just a little sensitive.”

You smiled at you and continued to clean you up, making sure to be careful of your sensitive spot. He cleaned off the rag and continued until he thought you were fully clean and then cleaned up himself.

“Okay well we’re both cleaned up. Don’t forget to pee, sweetheart,” he said leaving a kiss on your forehead before leaving and closing the bathroom door. You used the toilet and walked out and saw that he wasn’t in the room anymore. You put your clothes back on, fixed your bed sheets and laid down on your bed, feeling ever more exhausted. You heard the room door open slowly and you knew it was Lay. You heard his footsteps approached your bed and he tapped you. You turned around and saw his shadow standing over you.

“Do you want to lay with me?” You asked him. Without letting him answer, you made enough room for him in your bed. He picked up your covers and got under with you, instantly wrapping an arm around your waist.

“So how was it?” He whispered into your ear. His voice was soothing and you closed your eyes.

“It was really good. Better than what I expected,” you told him. He gave you a gently squeeze on your waist.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Now let’s sleep, sweetheart.”

With that, you placed your arm on top of his and interlaced both of your fingers. You could smell the soft cologne he was wearing and that was the last thing you remembered before sleep took over your body.

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Surprise Date

Ship: Madderton

Word Count: 2403

Summary: Richard is in love with Taron and wants to surprise him with a date. Not knowing what Taron likes he asks him what would be his perfect date. After some time apart it finally happens...

Additional Tags: First date, picnic, kiss, fluff, soft

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It’s after the premiere of Rocketman in Cannes when the idea sparks Richard’s mind. The audience is roaring with applause, the majority of the area on their feet with appreciation for the film. It’s when Taron looks over at Richard, a sliver of something more than pride shining in his eyes. It’s when he strolls over to his best friend, embracing him in a hug that feels too close to home. It’s when things calm down and Taron is on his way back to the hotel for the night that Richard decides to swallow his pride and text him.

Hey, u wanna grab something to drink? x

Rich taps his foot anxiously in the back of the limo, thoughts bouncing through his mind. His phone buzzes almost immediately after sending the text, though, which has him picking the phone back up just as quickly as he’d set it down.

I’ve got both beer and wine here if you wanna come to my room instead. x

Rich smiles to himself, aware of what he was doing and loving how oblivious Taron was to it.

The thing is, Richard isn’t sure of Taron’s sexuality. Things would happen on set from time to time, setting off flags that he wasn’t straight, but then interviews would come out and Taron would deny any rumors surrounding that topic. “I just love a bromance” was the one sentence that Rich remembers most distinctly, raising an eyebrow at the comment. The Scot has strong feelings for the younger Welsh man, but isn’t sure how to tell him without scaring him off. In the past, it was always a fear of breaking their friendship. Now, though, he’s simply afraid of rejection from the man he’s been pining over for well over a year.

The limo stops at the curb of the road. The driver walks around to the side to open the door for Richard, sending a friendly nod and smile his way as he steps out. He tucks his hands into the pockets of his slacks, eyeing the hotel up and down once before walking inside. Richard’s room is just across the hall from Taron’s, so location isn’t an issue at all. Plus, being on the top floor gives them the most beautiful view of Cannes.

He knocks on the door which swings open almost immediately, a beaming Taron standing before him.

“We did it!” Taron exclaims, the tone of his voice mimicking the one from carpool karaoke.

Rich laughs, pulling him in for another tight hug. “Fuck, we did. I can’t believe it’s all over.”

Taron shakes his head in disbelief, “Me neither, you aren’t alone,” he steps aside to let Richard in. “so, beer or wine?

Rich tilts his head consideringly, weighing his options before settling on beer. Taron does the same, and both men end up in the living room with the TV playing softly in the background, the only other sound filling the air being that of their conversation.

They discuss anything and everything; the film, what they thought of Cannes, their plans now that they have a bit of a break. Eventually, the energy of the room calmed down and both men sat in silence for a moment.

“Oi, that sex scene was well edited,” Taron suddenly blurts out, eyes slightly gleaming as if he’s still on cloud 9. Rich almost chokes on his beer at the statement.

“Ye can’t just say those kinds of things while a man is drinking his beer!” Rich exclaims, leaving Taron in a fit of laughter.

“Sorry, sorry. You’re right,” It gets quiet again for one moment before eye contact is made and the giggles return.

Finally, at some point in the night, the moment feels right. Richard sighs before finally speaking up.

“T, can I ask ye something?” he clears his throat and bites the inside of his cheek, waiting for Taron’s response.

“Of course, what’s up?” T shifts his body so that he’s fully facing Rich now, clearly giving him his full attention.

“So, there’s this special someone,” Rich picks at his nails while he talks. “and I want to ask them out, but I’m not sure how,”

Taron sits back with a small smile on his face. “Rich, as long as you act yourself, they have to love you. Don’t be afraid of shooting your shot when--”

“No, no, sorry. That’s not quite how I meant it,” Richard interrupts Taron, scratching the back of his neck as his nerves begin to settle. “I guess, I dunno… what’s yer perfect idea of a date?”

It gets very, very quiet.

“I just need some ideas, mate,” he chuckles nervously, watching as Taron stares off into space.

“Well,” he begins, making himself comfortable. “I would take her out for a lovely picnic. I’m not sure why, but I’ve always found them to be so romantic. In a nice field somewhere, where the view is perfect enough to see the sun set,” he stops momentarily. “I’ve always loved going for walks through parks or nature trails. Oh, laying under the stars at night is one of the most intimate settings you can get. So, if you’re hoping to get laid, that’s always worked for me,” he chuckles, finishing his little rant.

Richard, once again, laughs nervously hearing Taron say that last part. “Noted. Thanks, mate. I appreciate it,” he sighs and sits back, sipping on his beer once again. He also notes that he only used the term “she” and wonders if it’s a reflex thing, or if he truly is straight.

“Anytime. So, do I know this special someone?” Taron wiggles his eyebrows, pulling another laugh out of Rich.

”No, ye don’t,” he pauses, glancing at the time on his phone before saying once more, “ye definitely don’t.”

An anxious sigh leaves his lips and his hands are becoming increasingly sweaty by the minute. He taps his foot against the concrete, fiddling with the loose bracelet on his wrist. He checks the time once. Then again. And maybe a few more times.

Richard took all of Taron’s words to heart and kept them in mind for months after their late night conversation, wanting to make their date as perfect as possible. He made sure to find the best places possible for all three things that were on Taron’s list: the park, the picnic, and the stargazing. He truly just wanted a perfect evening with the man that he (secretly still) loved.

“Rich!” Taron’s voice interrupts Richard’s thoughts, pulling him from the screen of his phone and forcing his gaze to the man in front of him.

“T, I missed ye,” they hug as they usually would, but Richard feels a bit more of a spark this time. “how’ve ye been?”

Taron shrugs, crossing his arms. “Actually quite alright. I’ve spent loads of time with family and friends, how about you? Any earth-shattering news?” he raises his eyebrows as if hoping to receive exciting information.

Richard chuckles, “No, nothing interesting, sorry mate,”

“S’alright. So, any particular reason you wanted to meet up here?” Taron continues.

“No, I just missed ye and thought it was nice enough outside to spend time here rather than inside,” he explains, earning a smile from Taron.

“I agree with that one, it’s gorgeous out,”

You’re gorgeous, Richard thinks.

“Alright, first pitstop here we come,” Richard grabs Taron by the wrist gently, feeling those similar sparks once again.

“Woah, woah, woah. Where are we going?” Taron laughs, giving in and following Rich toward the nature trail.

“A special someone once told me that nature trails are the perfect location for first dates,” Rich blurts, actually feeling quite proud of that answer. When Taron doesn’t respond, Richard turns around, seeing that he’s standing still, his eyes showing curiosity and slight understanding.

“Uh huh,” is all that he says in response, making Richard’s heart drop a bit.

Fuck, he thinks to himself. This was a dumb idea, why do you always set yourself up for failure?

Despite the response, though, Rich continues their walk, shoving his hands in his pockets so that they have somewhere to rest, wishing one of them were in Taron’s own hand instead. The fall leaves truly set the scene as the sun beams through the trees, adding a lovely reflection on the ponds that they pass on their walk. The silence is strange, though. It’s new for both of them, and it’s beginning to bother Rich.

“We’ve almost reached our next pitstop,” he turns around, clapping his hands together with a smile on his face, hoping to earn one in response. Taron bites his lip and squints his eyes slightly, finally smiling in return.

“What are you up to, Madden?” he mumbles under his breath.

“Nothing out of the ordinary,” Rich responds, grabbing T by the wrist once more to drag him towards the field that is finally in their range of sight.

They go off the trail to enter the low-cut field, the sun continuing to beam lightly whilst beginning to set. Taron perks up a bit, then.

“Okay, here we are,” Rich shuffles so that Taron can see what he was hiding, revealing a blanket that's been tossed neatly onto the grass, a slightly old fashioned picnic basket, and two pillows to top it off. Rich inhales slowly, maneuvering toward the area he’d set up, hoping and praying to God that he gets a positive reaction from the younger man. He turns around to see just what his facial expression has to offer, and his heart melts.

“Rich,” Taron’s voice shakes lightly as he places his hands on his hips like he doesn’t know where else to put them. “did you do all of this for me?”

“Well, er-- yeah, I did.” the answer comes out in a stutter, earning a giggle from T.

“So, that special person you told me about all those months ago…” Taron trails off, putting the puzzle together.

”Yeah, that was you, darling,” Rich walks toward T so that he’s standing right in front of him, hands still in his pockets. “look, I completely understand if you don’t feel the same way, I do. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try, because Jesus Christ, I am so in love with you,” Richard says this all in the most poetic manner.

Taron finally removes his hands from his jean pockets and places them lightly on both sides of Richard’s face. “You are the sneakiest little shit I have ever met,” his eyes squint again as he studies the Scot’s face.

“I may be sneaky, but--” Richard’s response is cut off quickly by Taron’s lips crashing into his own, catching him off guard. He removes his own hands from his pockets and places them lightly on Taron’s hips, pulling him closer as their mouths move in a rhythm of sorts. Taron pulls away briefly, resting his forehead against Richard’s.

“I’m the most oblivious man alive,” Taron laughs and Richard chuckles at this.

“So, ye had a slight hunch that I liked you?” Rich questions and Taron scrunches up his nose at this, which may be the cutest fucking thing Richard has seen in his entire life.

“I had a hunch, yeah. Kinda thought it was all in my head, though,

Richard shakes his head, “definitely not, love. Definitely not,”

They spend the rest of their evening spilling truths about each other, sharing kisses and watching the sun set as if they’re in a romcom. Richard slings his arm around Taron’s waist and T rests his head against Rich’s shoulder, admiring the view in front of them.

“I’m so glad you didn’t freak out when I did all of this,” Rich begins. “I really thought it was a bit over the top, even for you.”

Taron gapes, sitting up slightly. “Even for me? Are you saying that I’m over the top?”

“No, just overdramatic,” Richard holds back his laughs and the look on Taron’s face is borderline hysterical.

T pushes Rich so that he’s lying on his back, looking at the newly formed stars in the sky, and straddles his hips, earning a soft whimper from the older man.

“You’re a dick,” Taron murmurs before leaning down fully and capturing Richard’s lips into his own. Richard’s hands run up and down T’s thighs, slowly migrating towards his bum and resting on the clothed flesh there.

“Oh, God,” Rich bites his lip and lets his head fall back, giving Taron full access to his neck, which he gratefully kisses at.

“What?” he asks against his skin, causing Rich to shiver.

“Ye just-- ye don’t know how long I’ve wanted this for, T. I’ve been pining for well over a year,” To prove his point, he pushes his hips up lightly, showing how hard he is from such little time.

“Yeah? You’ve thought about this before?” Taron smirks and Richard’s stomach drops at the voice he’s using.

“Yeah, have,” he gets out, squeezing lightly at his bum and earning a soft sigh in response.

“What do you want then, Rich?” Taron rolls his own hips slightly against Richard’s, the clothing covering them both becoming a bit overwhelming.

“D-dunno,” Richard mentally kicks himself for the stutter. He’s usually confident during sex or anything even remotely sexual, but for some reason, things with Taron are different.

Much different.

“Y’don’t know?” Taron asks, pausing his movements and Richard whines lowley. “I’m all yours now, Rich, do whatever you want with me.”

Richard’s eyes widen at this and he quickly goes into dominant mode, flipping their position so that he’s hovering over Taron, biting at every inch of skin that he can get. Taron’s hands clench gently at the back of Richard’s shirt, urging him to take it off. He does, then repeats the same motion with Taron’s.

“Do ye remember,” Richard leans down to pant in Taron’s ear. “when I asked ye what your perfect idea of a date would be,” single kisses are placed on the younger man’s stomach. “and when ye started to describe the star gazing part of it,” more kisses. “ye said it was a great way to get laid?” he finishes, glancing up to see Taron’s expression.

“Oh, Christ, yeah,” Taron’s voice shaking slightly. “please tell me this is going where I think it’s going,

Rich smirks, “If ye think you’re about to receive the most amazing dicking down that you’ve ever experienced, yer absolutely right.”

@sarahegerton96 @anxiety-at-the-classroom @multicoloredchicken @taron-eggmcmuffin @naptitimadderton @primaba11erina @madderton-obsessed @maddertonmyheart

#taron egerton #Richard Madden #madderton #taron egerton fic #taron x richard #richard madden fic #madderton fic #fluff #first date #picnic #soft

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cornfields-and-bad-dreams · 5 years

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SOWC19, Day 17: Vampire.

@blackirisposts

Fandom: Achievement Hunter, Vampire au.

Pairing: Jeremwood, Vampire Ryan.

Word count: 2,146

Warnings: bloodsucking.

Synopsys: Jeremy’s car breaks down, luckily he meets a friendly and hospitable man in a big old house.

It was cliche, Jeremy knew that very much, but life has a weird way of working out. Jeremy's car broke down in the middle of nowhere and as he made his way along the road looking for a house or gas station the skies just had to open into a torrential downpour. Jeremy had already made if so far from his car that he decided to keep heading forward, all be it at a quicker pace. Eventually, he spotted the driveway to a home, tucked into the woods was a large house with the lights on. Legging it up the driveway Jeremy soon found himself on the porch, soaked to the bone.

"Come on, answer the door." Jeremy shivered as he repeatedly pressed the doorbell.

The door swung open to reveal a taller man looking down at him with confusion and annoyance.

"Can I help you?" The man spoke through the screen door.

"I'm sorry to bother you but my car broke down and I'm stranded, could I come in?" Jeremy rubbed at his arms as a hard wind picked up chilling him.

The man seemed to soften as he processed the situation, nodding he opened the door between the two of them and motioned for Jeremy to enter. Stepping inside Jeremy noticed that the house was well furnished with old, yet expensive, furniture and decore. As he kicked off his shoes by the door the man cleared his throat.

"You can use my shower to warm up if you'd like, it's the second door on the left." The man motioned up the stairs.

"That would be great. You wouldn't happen to have any clothes I could borrow would you?" Jeremy smiled nervously, he felt awkward asking a stranger for clothes while he was already intruding.

"Yeah, I can get something together for you." The man nodded lightly as he motioned for Jeremy to head upstairs.

Doing as instructed Jeremy started up with the man following behind. Reaching the top of the stairs Jeremy turned back around.

"My name's Jeremy by the way." He reached out his hand.

"Ryan."

As Ryan took his hand Jeremy found to his surprise that the man was somehow colder than he was.

"You can head into the bathroom, I'll get those clothes for you."

Jeremy made his way to the bathroom and got the shower started, after a moment of trying to figure out how the damn thing worked of course. While warming up Jeremy heard a knock at the door followed by the sound of it opening.

"I'm gonna leave the clothes on the counter." Ryan's voice called over the sound of the water.

"Alright."

The door closed and Jeremy went back to basking in the heat of the water. Once finished Jeremy stepped out of the shower to not only find new clothes but that his wet ones were gone.

"Ryan must have picked them up." He thought out loud to himself.

Getting dressed Jeremy made his way back downstairs where he could hear Ryan. Reaching the bottom of the stairs Jeremy spotted his host moving around in the kitchen.

"Hey." Jeremy leaned against the doorway as he watched Ryan jump with surprise.

"Woah, hey." Ryan whirled around to face the other man, a nervous smile pulling at his lips.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I wanted to thank you for everything, you've been really nice."

"Oh, it's no trouble and I'm sorry if I seemed a bit unfriendly at first I'm not used to visitors." Ryan leaned back against the kitchen counter, squeezing at the edge tightly.

"It's alright, I understand." Jeremy smiled and nodded.

The two stood in silence for a moment before Ryan knocked against the counter.

"So, I figured you might be hungry." Ryan looked around his kitchen a bit awkwardly "I usually order in so I don't have a bunch of food but I found some stuff I thought you might like. I got soup, stuff for sandwiches, some canned vegetables,-"

"Sandwiches are fine, what kinda meat do you have?" Jeremy smiled and made his way further into the kitchen.

"Turkey and ham, but I can make it for you, just tell me what you want on it."

"You don't have to, you've already been so helpful." Jeremy stepped closer to Ryan and the fridge.

"No, I insist. You're my guest, just relax in the living room and I'll bring your food out to you, please."

Jeremy felt bad about having Ryan make his sandwich for him, but the man insisted. Telling Ryan what he wanted. Waiting in the living room Jeremy heard the man working in the kitchen, eventually, he came in with a sandwich, chips, and a glass of water.

"No food for you?" Jeremy asked as he took the plate and glass from Ryan.

"I ate before you got here," Ryan replied softly, a nervous tone in his voice.

Jeremy nodded before starting on his food. The two men talked as Jeremy ate and continued on into the night, both of them growing closer and more comfortable around each other, finally, Jeremy's eyes started close.

"You look like you could use some sleep, I'll show you to the spare room." Ryan stood up from his chair giving Jeremy a smile.

"I thought you didn't get a lot of visitors." Jeremy joked as he followed Ryan.

"I still like to keep up a level of hospitality for situations like this."

"How often do you get rain-drenched strangers in need of shelter?"

"More than you think Mr. Dooley." Ryan gave Jeremey a grin as he opened the door to the spare room.

"I'm going to bed and forgetting you called me that." Jeremy laughed stepping into the room.

Ryan shook his head and leaned against the doorframe.

"Night Jeremy."

"Night Ryan."

In the morning Jeremy found his clothes outside his door with a note stating that Ryan had gone to work but Jeremy was free to use the shower again if needed, there was cereal on the counter, waffles in the freezer, other various breakfast foods available, and the front door would automatically lock when he left. Jeremy also found that Ryan had left out a phone book for him to use to call someone about his car. It took a bit for Jeremy to get around to leaving but when he did he found another note left on the front door.

I'd love to keep in touch if you want. I could use some company.

On the note was Ryan's number, Jeremy felt pink in the cheeks but happily took the note with him as he headed out for his car.

Months later the two men had grown to be close friends, Jeremy would visit Ryan several times a week and Ryan would meet Jeremy out for a night on the town every so often.

Jeremy was on his way to Ryan's, he hadn't heard from Ryan in a few days and was getting worried. Pulling up to the house Jeremy didn't notice anything odd, but he still had an anxious knot forming in his gut. Jeremy knocked on the door but got no reply, he then rang the doorbell hoping that Ryan would hear that better, still no reply. Thinking Ryan might not be home he turned to leave when he just faintly heard a noise from inside, turning back to the door Jeremy swore he saw Ryan duck down from looking out the door's window.

"Ryan?" Jeremy called loudly.

Jeremy wasn't one to enter someone's house uninvited but he was really scared and Ryan had shown him where he kept his spare key. Retrieving it he let himself in.

"Ryan is everything okay?" Jeremy called as he closed the door.

Ryan wasn't anywhere to be seen, checking the first floor Jeremy found nothing. Making his way upstairs Jeremy headed for the main bedroom, Jeremy hesitated as he reached the door, Ryan had never invited him into his room before and Jeremy felt like he was disrespecting his privacy. As Jeremy stood there contemplating his inner conflict he heard movement inside, Ryan was definitely in there. Jeremy let out a sigh.

"Ryan, I'm coming in."

Entering the room Jeremy was a little surprised to find it was completely normal. Bed, posters, knick-knacks, nothing weird or disturbing. Jeremy really wasn't sure what he was expecting, though with Ryans secrecy he internally prepared himself for something. Scanning the room Jeremy didn't see Ryan, suddenly the door slammed behind him and he was pushed back against it. Ryan held him against the door eyes wild, teeth barred, and his incisors seemingly sharper than they should've been. Ryan looked down at Jeremy's neck and grinned a sick grin, opening his mouth he began to lean in.

"Ryan!?" Jeremy yelped.

Ryan pulled back staring at Jeremy, his eyes were still wide but they held a different feeling to them, shock and fear. Shaking his head Ryan let go of Jeremy and stepped back.

"You need to leave before I lose it again." Ryan pulled at his hair, looking down at the floor he shook.

Jeremy slowly took a step forward reaching a hand out for Ryan.

"It's okay, whatever's going on I want to help you."

Ryan looked up at Jeremy but quickly doubled over holding his stomach.

"No, I don't want to hurt you. Jeremy, I can't, not you." Ryan held tighter to his stomach and dropped to his knees wincing.

"Ryan I am not leaving you like this." Getting down on his knees too Jeremy placed his hands on Ryan's shoulders.

Tears escaped Ryan's eyes as he looked up at Jeremy again. Shaking his head softly he sobbed.

"You won't want to be around me if you knew the truth."

"I'll be the judge of that," Jeremy spoke sternly. "Now what is this? What's happening?"

Ryan took in a deep breath and nodded.

"I, I'm a vampire. I haven't had any blood in days and I'm starving." Ryan stiffened up waiting for Jeremy's response.

Jeremy blinked as he took in the new information, slowly he nodded his head, more for himself than Ryan.

"Okay, okay, you need to eat." Jeremy gave Ryan's shoulders a squeeze. "Do you, want my blood?" The question was soft and bit uncertain, but Ryan knew it wasn't because Jeremy was hesitant to give up his blood.

"I said I didn't want to hurt you." Ryan's voice broke as he blinked away more tears.

"Ryan, you're not going to hurt me. I trust you." Jeremy moved his hands from Ryan's shoulders to cup his face, one of his thumbs wiping away Ryan's tears.

"But-"

"Will it turn me?" Jeremy asked as if he already knew the answer.

"No," Ryan spoke softly, the feeling of Jeremy's hands calming him.

"Then I want you to drink my blood." As the words left his mouth Jeremy chuckled a bit, the edges of his mouth turning up in a smile.

"What if I take too much? I might lose control." Ryan's anxiety picked up again.

"Ryan, you might be a vampire but I'm pretty sure you still have the maximum stomach capacity as a regular person. There's no way you could drink enough to seriously harm me." Jeremy shook his head as he spoke.

"Are you sure about this? You don't have to." Despite Jeremy's words assuring him he'd be fine, Ryan was still concerned Jeremy might not have fully thought the idea out.

"I'm sure, I want this, I want to help you." Although his tears had subsided Jeremy continued to rub at Ryan's face.

Ryan nodded, pulling Jeremy in closer. His breath ghosted over Jeremy's neck right before he sank his fangs into Jeremy. Jeremy gasped at the initial shock but quickly calmed himself, holding onto Ryans arms he leaned into Ryan's mouth. As Ryan finished he pressed a kiss to the bite marks on Jeremy's neck. One of Jeremy's hands shot from Ryan's arm to the hair at the back of his head.

"Ryan." The words seemed almost strained, Ryan was suddenly worried he'd messed up.

"Jeremy, are you okay?" Ryan's own hand's shot to Jeremy's face making the man look at him.

"I'm fine," Jeremy's other and came up to reach Ryan's. "I just." Jeremy stopped, his lips pulling into a smile as his eyes connected with Ryan's.

"What?" Ryan's voice was laced with concern.

Using his hand on the back of Ryan's head Jeremy pulled the man in so their lips met. Ryan was surprised but quickly melted into the kiss. Pulling away Jeremy kept his lips close to Ryan's but far enough that he could comfortably look into his eyes.

"I love you." The words came out as a soft whisper ghosting across Ryan's lips.

"I love you too." Ryan's words came out the same.

The two grinned before joining together again in a tender kiss.

#bipspoopy19 #jeremwood #ah jeremy #ah ryan #fanfiction #writing #bloodsucking #vampires #vampire

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piscesbarnes · 5 years

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a freak in the making [4] → bucky barnes

pairing: bucky x reader

warnings: jealous!bucky. dom/sub. smut. overstimulation. unprotected sex. FILTH.

prompt: bucky just wants to get the point across that you’re his and he’s yours.

bucky couldn’t get you out of his head. his cheek was pressed against your chest; you had insisted on holding him for a change (he liked it). what was he to you and vice versa? when you came to your senses, would you think he was taking advantage of you? he didn’t like to think about that, he liked to make sure you were comfortable at all times. a part of him was hoping that you wouldn’t wake up one day and just regret everything, it’d crush him. sure, it was just sex, but it meant something to him. as ironic as it was, the sex was filthy good but significant to him. you had trusted him to be of your firsts of many, had that meant anything to you? he caressed your skin as he delved into deep thought, your tired giggle is what pulled him from your thoughts.

“how long have you been awake bucky?” your hand clasped over his, intertwining with his. you brought your connected hands to your lips, kissing his knuckles.

“just a few minutes,” he lied. before you could respond, tony’s voice rang throughout the house, sending an announcement to everyone.

“hello, good morning. as you know, tonight is pepper’s birthday. just a reminder, i’m throwing an extravaganza. it’s tonight, be on the roof by 7.” it was a pre-recorded message, you knew because he was out of town at the moment, getting a suit tailored in dubai.

you rolled to face him, he’d already been looking at you with such adoration. you couldn’t help but smile at him, reaching over to tuck his long hair from his face. he wanted to ask you so badly to accompany him at the party, but he was afraid of what you’d say.

“i should go,” you spoke quietly. “i’ll see you later.” you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, your lips lingering for longer than it should’ve. you quickly slipped out from under his duvet.

he already missed you. he thought it was cliche of him to catch feelings, it made him soft.

“hey buddy,” sam waltzed into bucky’s room. “woah!” he staggered back drammatically, taking in bucky’s room.

“don’t you know how to knock?” bucky hissed, wrapping his sheets around his tighter. sam ignored bucky’s question, jaw dropping in realization. he pointed to the door behind him, referencing to how he’d seen you sneak on the elevator.

“you’re screwing y/n.” was all sam said, eyes wide with shock. he was surprised. no doubt, he saw you as a confident, strong woman who could get anyone but he’d thought you’d have... a type. he wasn’t sure what he thought your type was, but he didn’t think it was bucky.

“i’m not screwing her.” bucky rolled his eyes. it was true. sure, they were having intercourse, but he’d never penetrated her. not yet at least.

“yes you are, your room reeks like sex and you have a gap in your closet space because they’re in hers.” bucky squinted his eyes and looked towards the closet door that had been slid open in the slightest. sure enough, there was more than a few missing shirts. “you know what, i’m not gonna pretend like i didn’t know because i did. and i’m not gonna tease you about it now, when i can take my time and do it later. now, come on homeboy, we’re going to the spa.” bucky appreciated that.

“spa?”

“yeah. steve said tony wanted us to look and dress our best. we’re getting facials and a massage.” sam didn’t seem fazed at the idea of getting pampered, in fact, he encouraged it. if steve hadn’t brought the idea up, sam would have.

“oh, wonderful! so glad you made it,” tony greeted bucky as he entered from the staircase. it wasn’t like bucky had a choice either. “pepper’s talking to some of the other guests, help yourself out with some drinks.” this tony was different. he wasn’t his normal smart ass, he was actually being...nice. bucky didn’t wanna stay too long and chat about it. he quickly thanked the man and slipped into the party.

bucky spotted you almost instantly, seated at the bar. you wore a dark red sequin dress. it complimented your brown skin tone. it was short, exposing most of your thighs; if you bent over to fix the strap on your heels, he’d be able to see the handprint he’d left from the night before. your hair was pulled up into two pom poms. jesus, you looked beautiful as ever and he was sure him and the boys spent a longer time getting ready. you were seated next to wanda, listening as she drunk-babbled on and on about the old lady at the bakery.

a man approached the bar, ordering himself a coke and rum. bucky squinted when the man turned to face you. he knew that man. brock rumlow, an agent who he’d seen at the gym countless times. he was an egotistical asshole who thought he was superior to everyone in the building just because tony vouched for him. in the past, that is. brock was fired almost a year ago, so how he was even at the party was a question.

brock was talking to you. buckg knew the conversation wouldn’t last long, you were usually reserved and only spoke when you needed to. you were never the type for small talk, only with people you were comfortable with. he expected you to give a curt, short response before turning back to wanda- wait a second, were you laughing at something brock had said? what could have he possibly said? bucky had never been on good terms with brock, but nonetheless he would never pitch brock as the humorous time. bucky didn’t have the chance to stop himself, his legs were carrying him faster than he could realize.

before he knew it, he was approaching you. his hand brushed against the middle of your waist as he brushed his lips across your cheek, mumbling a greeting. you jumped in surprise. you were a spy, you felt him coming before his legs even moved. you just didn’t expect him to show such affection. in public. while you were unsure of what you two were.

“hi sweetness,” bucky took a second to take you in. the shade of red painted on your lips matched your dress. you had unintentionally matched bucky for the night, a dark red button-up shirt dressing his torso.

“hey buck.” you returned the kiss on the cheek, still blinking in bewilderment. bucky turned to the man beside him.

“correct me if i’m wrong,” bucky squinted his eyes and snapped his fingers. “brody?” what a petty man. of course he knew who brock was.

“brock, actually.” brock corrected, an amused glint in his eyes. “brock rumlow. i’m quite surprised you’ve never heard of me. i was quite the companion to mr. stark.”

“oh! that’s right, rumlow! you’re the man who almost got his girlfriend killed.” a bad call on a mission. it almost costed pepper’s life. tony couldn’t accept any explanation or apologies, especially when it came down to pepper’s life. brock narrowed his eyes at the super soldier, eyes trailing to where you’d been perched up on a stool.

“brock, this is bucky.” you awkwardly introduced, straightening your back.

“i didn’t realize you were seeing anyone y/n.” brock smiled, fake of course. he knew you and bucky weren’t dating. you didn’t want someone as broken as he was. you needed a real man.

“sorry, it never came up.” you didn’t deny yours and bucky’s relationship, which was a first. bucky almost had to do a double take. so did brock. “now, if you’ll excuse me, my man and i will be leaving now.” you slid off the stool and pulled bucky along.

you made a beeline to pepper, greeting her with a smile and a hug. she was dressed from head to toe in designer, courtesy of tony stark. pepper was a simple woman, she didn’t need anything fancy. but tony encouraged her to go all out, otherwise she’d be insulting him.

“thank you guys for coming. i know tony can be a little much, but thank you for showing up anyway.” pepper smiled at you and bucky. an unexpected couple. she thought you would’ve gone for sam or steve, you were so close with them. but strangely, she liked you two together.

“of course pepper, we wouldn’t have missed it for the world. happy birthday.” you gave her a warm smile, bucky’s hand returning to the middle of your back, leaning down to press a kiss to pepper’s cheek.

“pepper! oh my gosh, i haven’t seen you since high school!” the birthday girl was soon pulled away, leaving you and bucky to yourselves.

“‘my man’, huh?” bucky finally spoke, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. you rolled yours with a gentle but playful scoff.

“i wouldn’t have said that if you didn’t come up to me like a jealous boyfriend.” you murmured back, ignoring the eyes he shot at you.

“jealous boyfriend? me? of brock? no way.” bucky tried to deny. but he even knew himself. he wanted to scare off brock and every other man whose eyes were on you like you were a piece of meat. even if it wasn’t official, you were his. he wasn’t ready to let everyone else have you.

“so, you’d come up to me any other day, kissing my cheeks and whispering pet names?” you questioned.

“well yeah, only if you like it.” bucky shot back. he wasn’t sure if you two were arguing, but when the words fell from his mouth, he could see your eyes soften up.

”could i have everyone’s attention?” tony cleared his throat, pacing to the center of the room with a microphone in his hand. “first of all, i want to thank everyone for coming to pepper’s birthday extravaganza. pepp?” he held his hand out. she joined him at the center of the room.

bucky quickly glanced around. everyone’s eyes had been averted towards the couple, smiling and laughing as tony made a few jokes about their relationship. he slowly slid his hand down your back, his hand resting on your ass. you had been too caught up in tony’s speech to notice. that was until he gave it a cheeky squeeze. you quietly gasped, leaning into his arms. you could hear him chuckling lightly.

it wasn’t until tony got down on one knee and pulled out a velvet box that everyone began whistling and shouting. bucky took that opportunity and pulled you away. he trailed down the staircase and shoved you into the elevator. before the doors even shut, he had you pressed against the wall. his mouth met yours hungrily. he had longed for you, even if the last time he had you was 10 hours prior. he needed you again and again.

your fingers dug into his shoulders, letting him know that you wanted him too. his hand gripped one of your thighs, hiking it up as he stepped in between your legs, to keep them open. his fingers quickly found your bundle of nerves, twiddling with your clit as he kissed you so harshly.

“bucky,” you whimpered against his mouth. he nipped at your lips in response, the wetness between your thighs soaking his fingers. “want you.”

“what is it that you want sweetness?” his fingers ran in between your folds, collecting your slickness. you moaned against him, your thighs struggling to stay open. he was so frustrated, he didn’t even notice the lack of panties. though, he’d probably punish you for it later.

“want you in me. not your fingers, your cock.” you choked out. the words that left your mouth had bucky over the moon. of course he wanted to be in you, he planned to be your first everything. this wasn’t how he pictured it though.

“are you sure baby?” he pulled away, eyeing the lipstick that had smeared. you panted thickly, so lustfully blown away. you nodded your head furiously, you needed him. “wanna hear you say it. ask for it like a good girl.” bucky tutted.

“i want your cock in me, please bucky, please.” you begged, desperation leaking with every word. your sweet voice with those sinful words? a perfect match for trouble. bucky groaned as your words sunk in.

“again.” he demanded.

“bucky,” you whined impatiently. “i want you to raw me. make me cum with your cock. make me cry. please.” there it was.

the elevator door opened and you were on bucky’s floor. he dragged you to his room, unlocking it with his hand and slammed it shut, ordering FRIDAY to not let anyone in for the rest of the night.

you yelped when bucky tore the dress from your body. he was an animal. a savage. and it was all because of you. you reached out to try and help him out of his pants, but he smacked your hands away with a hiss as he lightly nudged you onto his bed.

bucky’s mouth roamed all over your chest, speckling kisses along your collarbones as he left love bites within his reach. he settled in between your legs, the material of his dress pants rubbing against your swollen clit. he ground his hips against yours, forcing moans to spill from your lips.

“fuck, you’re soaked.” he could feel you dampening his ralph lauren dress pants, not that it’d matter since it was stark’s money. you were a mess of a puddle in his hands. you were whimpering and begging, he swore he’d never heard such a beautiful noise. your resistance to take what you wanted was unbelievable, he guessed it was your submissiveness to him, needing permission from him for anything.

“bucky, please.” your body was getting warmer and warmer by the second. ask and you shall receive; bucky applied more pressure to your clit. the pleasure was so deliciously good, you felt as if you could come just from that alone. and you did.

bucky gasped in awe, staring down in amazement at your body. “did you just?-“ you could only shudder in response, shaking as euphoria filled every fiber in your body. he could only hold you with the other arm, peppering kisses along your neck. “my sweet, sensitive girl. you came just from that?” you could hear him mumble across your skin. “oh, i’m gonna have so much fun with you sweetness. i’ll make you cry alright.”

without warning, bucky pushes in his middle and ring finger. you let out a moan, throwing your head back at his pillows. you had barely calmed down from your first release and he was already trying to get you to another? he set a brutal pace, wiggling his fingers against every muscle in you aa he pumped them into you. he used his thumb to play with your swollen, sensitive clit. you were a squirming mess under him.

“bucky, bucky, bucky.” you chanted like a mantra. like he was your god and he’d save you from the overwhelming pleasure that had become of you. he did, however, save you in another way. your stomach tightened once more, the all too familiar tingling making your toes curl and arch your back. “bucky, i- i wanna come, please, please.” you whined.

“mm, not yet sweetness,” he curled his fingers once more. “need to stretch you out a bit for my cock, isn’t that right? but you’re so wet, i bet i could just slip right in. it’d be a snug fit.” bucky stretched you out alright. and just with his fingers. “aw, you wanna come so badly, don’t you?” bucky purred against your ear, taunting you as he hung your release over your head. you nodded vigorously, not trusting yourself with your mouth. “the second you come, i’m squeezing my cock in there. you hear me?” he was challenging you. you wanted his cock more than anything, but you knew if you came, you’d be so overwhelmed with his cock too. you were going to torture yourself with this pleasure and he loved it. he was going to obliterate you, you loved it just as much. “come, baby, come.” he keened so sweetly, his words dripped with mischief. you imagined his fast-moving fingers was his cock, hitting you in all the right places. you wanted him raw, you wanted to feel him skin on skin. you were his after all. the thought was enough to push you over. you were a sensitive one today, weren’t you? he’d get a kick out of it later. he didn’t stop moving his fingers just yet, he kept fucking you through your orgasm. he took your breath every time. your panting was uneven at this point, bucky kissing you through your release. more like, he kissed your open mouth, taking the opportunity to nip at your lips. your senses were a hundred percent off the walls. you winced as he pulled his fingers out of you and you braced yourself. you could barely open your eyes before bucky prompted you once more.

“you sure you want this sweetness?” his voice was soft this time, not like when his voice was spewing downright sin. you nodded you head, almost incapable to with how blissed out you already were. “you sure you can take it?” he peppered kissed along your neck as you caught your breath. “count to five for me.”

“one......two.... three... four,” you felt a wet kiss on your forehead, your heart beating so fast. “five.” you looked up at him with confusion as the blurred vision finally centered on him hovering over you. he promised you to fuck you and he wasn’t.

“just wanted to make sure you were okay to say yes. always want your consent babylove.” the petname made your heart flutter quicker than it was beating earlier. this time his soft voice was laced with so much concern. his big blue eyes really showed you how much he cared, he wanted you to want him too.

“i want it. of course with you, i trust you.” your hoarse voice spoke. bucky nodded his head, connecting your lips again. his lips were slightly chapped, adding a searing burn to the kiss. bucky must have pulled his trousers off while you were fuzzed out from your orgasm. you could feel the head of his cock poking at the hood of your clit. he circled it over your clit, just like the last time, the memory sending a beautiful sensation down your spine.

soon, the tip was leaking with precome and prodding in between your folds towards your entrance. he slipped in slowly, the new feeling catching you off guard. it didn’t hurt, just... new and uncomfortably weird. bucky kept his eyes shut, inhaling sharply as he tried to hold his composure. you were so warm and wet around him, you squeezed his cock in all the right places.

“fuck,” bucky was practically shaking. you were so heavenly around him. you felt soft like the velvet on his couch you gave your first blowie to him. you craned your neck up, pressing your soft lips against his hot skin. he was equally sweaty as you were, if not more.

“more, please, i want it.” you encouraged weakly. you were already so spent, but you could do another if it meant getting him weak. he inched just a few centimeters and you knew it wasn’t enough because you could tell he needed to let loose. maybe you should’ve asked him if he would be able to do this. “give it to me bucky.” you whined, encouraging him to push in more. you craved this as much as he did, maybe he craved it more, but it was just this first bump you needed to push through. he regained his composure before slowly sinking into you completely, causing you to gnaw on your bottom lip. he was bigger than his fingers, the stretch burned so good. bucky didn’t move a muscle, knowing if he did, he may come. you moved your hands under his dark red dress shirt, you ran your fingers down his skin. he cursed under his breath, letting his head fall on your shoulder. he mumbled something and a moment, you only nodded, rubbing his back as bucky muttered to himself in romanian. you didn’t realize how attractive it was until you clenched around him out of impulse.

oh, the growl that left his chest... you were soaked before, but now you were drowning his cock in your slippery, warm pussy. and he loved every moment of it.

bucky took a deep breath as he pulled out slowly, watching his cock reappear from being submerged in you. your juices coated his cock so thickly, you were going to ruin him for sure. he could hear your soft, little whimpers from underneath him about being a good girl and wanting your reward to be his release. you begged for him to use you. these filthy words, he wouldn’t have imagined coming out of your mouth a few weeks ago, when you were sucking his cock for the first time.

“bucky!” you squirmed from underneath him, wanting for him to get a move on it. he just couldn’t. he didn’t want to bust so quicky and with how your walls hugged him, he knew he would.

“sweetness,” he said with a warning tone, gripping your hip to keep you from moving. you blinked a few times, looking up at him with a pout. “be a good girl.”

“but i-“ he gave you a stern look, causing you to shrink back into the palm of his hands again. you were quite wrapped around his fingers. “yes, sir.” his cock twitched inside you at the word. his eyes squinted at you. what game were you playing at?

“fuck it.” bucky grumbled to himself, pinning your hips down as he thrust against you slowly. each push of his hips took your breath away, he was knocking the air out of you. you squealed every time his cock returned back to its rightful place, in you. the mix of the sound of his skin slapping against yours and the sounds that left your lips had him weak. this was his fantasy. to hear how vocal you would be with your pussy filled with his cock.

“fill me up bucky,” you moaned against the shell of his ear. you had this power over him, he wasn’t sure if you knew of your own abilities. if you did, he was fucked. “come on baby.” he began to pick up his pace, this was what he was holding back, all of this frustration. his pace was deadly, he really couldn’t control it and he was worried you wouldn’t be able to take it. your screams and moans said more than enough. your walls quivered around him, the funny feeling in your tummy returning. but you wouldn’t allow yourself to come until he did.

“mm, you feel so good sweetness.” bucky almost slurred. he was so drunk off you, he would be in you all day if he could. “fuck, i don’t know if i’m gonna last longer... fuck!” the head of his cock all but brushed against your g-spot. your walls fluttered feverishly around him, squeezing him so tightly. not only was he drowning, but he was suffocating. he loved it. he only quickened his hips.

“bucky! please, please! come, i want it, i want you to come.” of course, anything you asked, he’d oblige. your legs were beginning to shake, your stomach had tightened so much from trying to push back your release. but bucky wouldn’t come until you did. he didn’t want to come and not bring you there, he’d feel terrible.

so it was like a silent game, seeing who could come first. it was a close game. bucky wasn’t far long behind you, he was catching up quickly. if only you could hold on for just a little-

“come sweetness. be my good girl, want you to be a good girl and come. soak me, squeeze me.” his gritty voice against your neck was enough to push you over the edge. again, your vision went out as you saw stars. you could feel tears brimming your eyes as they pushed passed your water ducts. you tried so desperately to catch your breath, but was only left in pants as your heat clenched violently as if it were a heartbeat. “fuck baby, oh my god.” bucky grunted in the crook of your neck as his hips began to stall, coating your walls with his cum. your heat milked him for every little drop he had. you let out a shaky breath, cooing cluelessly through your euphoria.

bucky brushed your hair from your face, peppering kisses along every inch of surface he could as he pulled out. you let out a dramatic gasp, still in a daze and bucky tried to call and beckon you down from cloud nine.

you sighed in bliss as you returned bucky’s kisses, rubbing his back, drawing circles as your fingers went. you could feel his cum leaking from in between your legs, dribbling down onto his sheets.

“hi my babylove,” bucky said sweetly, looking as blissed out as you did. he didn’t know he needed your pussy like that.

“hm, hi bucky.” you were even more tired. three orgasms in a night was quite the few for you. he kissed your lips so suddenly, making you giggle at his scruff touching your face.

“you okay?”

“i feel great. are you?” you popped the question. bucky looked around the room, eyes not missing any features before settling his eyes back fo you. a smile broke out on his lips, which you mirrored.

“i’m more than okay baby.”

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A drabble inspired by @lenoreofraven ‘s Liladrien AU. In which Marinette must be protected, Adrien’s an idiot, Kagami is ready to make heads roll, and Viperion is a good bf.

Kagami had enough of this. It was time to give Adrien a piece of her mind. As she stalked towards the Agreste Mansion, she was vaguely aware that she probably looked very much like her superhero self at the moment; with her steely glare and looming walk. But she couldn’t quite bring herself to care; she had a sister to avenge. If it was up to her, she’d be doing this a lot sooner, back when it all began.

The day had started fine enough, she walked to school joking and laughing with her sisters. It was a perfect moment in her eyes, a much-needed break from Lila. But it only went downhill from there. Chloe made a terrible pun as they walked into the classroom, causing Kagami to roll her eyes and Marinette to giggle. However, the laughter died in her throat when she saw Lila. Only this time, it wasn’t just Lila that caused Marinette’s frown. The little witch was clinging to Adrien, bragging to the class that they were dating now! Kagami didn’t need to look at Marinette to know the poor girl had a heartbroken look on her face. Marinette rushed out of the classroom, and both Kagami and Chloe raced after her. When they found her in the bathroom crying, both Kagami and Chloe were ready to murder the liar and the idiot blonde. But Marinette stopped them.

“I’m fine, girls. Really. I don’t want you to do anything.” Marinette shakily reassured them through her tears. Both of them knew she was lying, but obeyed her wishes nonetheless. It only got harder from there. Lila took every chance she got that she was dating Adrien and Marinette wasn’t. Kagami and Chloe tried to keep Marinette away from the couple by distracting her with fashion magazines and hamster videos whenever they were near, and for a while, it seemed like it was helping. But this morning, things took a turn for the worse. When she saw the Akuma heading for Marinette in the locker room, she could’ve sworn she felt her heart stop. Within seconds, Chloe tackled Marinette in a bear hug and Kagami drew her sword and sliced the Akuma in half. She even stomped on it a few times for good measure. Suddenly, Marinette was sobbing again, blubbering something unintelligible.

“Mari, honey, use your words. Take a deep breath.” Kagami gently whispered as Chloe held her tighter. “I’m s-sorry. I k-know you want me to b-be happy, but I just can’t handle this. I can’t deal with her r-rubbing it in my face.” Marinette sobbed. And something in Kagami snapped then and there. She couldn’t take the sight of her sister so sad and helpless. She had to make the one responsible pay. Which was why she was here at Adrien’s house. She rang the doorbell and stood her ground as the camera popped out from the wall. “How may I help you?” She heard Nathalie say. “Good afternoon, I’m Adrien’s classmate. I’m here to drop off some homework for him.” She lied smoothly, holding up her own homework from science class. “Very well, please put it in the mailbox,” Nathalie replied. “Actually, he’s way behind on this subject. He said he wanted me to come in and give him some help with it.” Kagami lied again, barely keeping her cool. “Very well,” Nathalie said, sounding a bit annoyed. Kagami decided she couldn’t care less as she walked through the courtyard and into the house. She made sure to keep her sword out of view as she walked up the stairs. She didn’t bother knocking on Adrien’s bedroom door.

“Oh, hey, Kagami. What’s up? We haven’t talked in a while.” Adrien greeted. “And whose fault is that exactly?” Kagami snapped. “What do you mean?” Adrien asked confused. “Think about it, Adrien! What happened around the same time my sisters and I stopped talking to you?!” Kagami yelled. “I dated Lila?” Adrien thought out loud. “Yes. You dated Lila. A complete and total witch who lies with every breath, doesn’t care about anyone but herself, and is just trying to climb up the social ladder.” She all but hissed. Her temper only flew as Adrien shook his head. “Kagami, Lila can change. It’s just gonna take some time.” Adrien began to lecture, but Kagami wasn’t having any of this. “It’s been 6 months, Adrien! If she was gonna ever change, she would’ve done it a long time ago!” She snapped. “Kagami, change is a gradual process. I’ve spent a lot of time with her, and I’ve seen she’s capable of being nice. Just yesterday, she gave a homeless man some money.” He tried to reason. “She lied about seeing a cockroach in the bakery yesterday.” She retorted. “Hey, she IS becoming nicer. She even told me how she felt bad about everything that happened between her and Marinette.” He responded. Once again, the flames of Kagami’s fury roared. “ You mean everything SHE did to Marinette? Was that before or after she told Alya that Marinette tried to flirt with you and steal you from her?” She growled. “Marinette never flirted with me,” Adrien explained. “Exactly! Because of that witch, Alya and everyone else will hardly talk to Marinette anymore! Because. She. Lied to them! If you cared even remotely about my sister you would’ve done something to help her instead of taking the frigging high road like a coward.” She growled at him. “I think you’re blowing this a little out of proportion-” Adrien began, but Kagami cut him off. “ADRIEN, YOU BLONDE, COWARDLY IDIOT! BECAUSE OF YOU, MARINETTE WAS ALMOST AKUMATIZED! SO YOU DON’T GET TO SAY CRUD, BECAUSE UNLIKE ME YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE USED IN THAT WAY!” She yelled, but stopped herself before she could continue. This was about Marinette, not her. Marinette was the one who got hurt here, not her. She barely registered the shocked look on Adrien’s face, and his silence was all she needed.

“Whatever, I’m done.” She muttered bitterly as she stormed towards the door. “Kagami, wait-” Adrien started, gently grabbing her wrist. She responded by punching him in the eye. The second he hit the floor and let go of her, she had her sword at his throat. “Let me make this clear enough so even you can understand, Agreste. For the time being, Lila is an untouchable target. If I went after her, it wouldn’t end well. You, on the other hand, are a much easier target. The only thing keeping me from turning you into a kebab is Marinette. But even she can only keep you safe from me for so long. If I see you anywhere near my sister, you’re dead meat. Don’t ever speak to her again. Don’t ever look at her again. Got it.” Kagami growled lowly. Still, Adrien said nothing, but he looked very terrified; which filled Kagami with a little satisfaction. “Anyway, congratulations for making the dumbest choice of your life. Have fun spending the rest of it with an enabler and abuser.” She said mockingly. With that, she stormed out of the Agreste Mansion. After a few minutes of walking, she found a good alleyway that was hidden enough. “Are you okay, Dracling?” Longg asked quietly as he floated out of her jacket. “I’m fine, I just need to blow off some steam. Longg, flame on!” Kagami replied bitterly. With a burst of flame, Kagami’s normal clothes were replaced by her super suit. She let out a dragon-like growl as she felt her wings form, and took off like a rocket. Stunt flying usually worked to calm her down, but this was a special case. Long after dark, Dragon Empress was still flying and still angry. She landed on a building and drew her sword. She began sparring with the air (though in her mind’s eye, she was repeatedly stabbing Adrien), growling and grunting with each move she made. Suddenly, she heard someone clear her throat behind her. She growled and pointed her sword at the culprit.

“Woah, easy, Dragon Lady, it’s just me!” Viperion cried as he raised his hands. “Oh, sorry, Viperion.” Empress mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed. “You usually don’t spar this hard. Are you okay?” He asked worriedly. “Do I LOOK okay to you?!” Empress snapped. Her heart broke a little when she saw Viperion looked a little hurt. “I’m sorry, I’m just...really mad right now.” She said exasperatedly as she sat on the edge of the building. “Do you wanna talk about it? It might make you feel better.” He prompted gently as he sat down next to her. Empress huffed in response, but Viperion simply put an arm around her shoulders. After a few minutes of silence, Empress finally spoke. “So, you know that guy my sister has a crush on?” She asked as she leaned into him. Viperion hummed and nodded. “He’s been dating the girl who’s making her life miserable for 6 months now.” She explained. “And...you finally killed him?” He asked, making her snort a little. “No, but I kinda wish I did. My sister doesn’t want me to get involved...but I can’t help it, Snakey. She showed me what a real family is like. She’s so nice and selfless, she doesn’t deserve this! And the worst part is, I can’t do anything to stop it. The stupid witch has the whole frigging class wrapped around her pinkie. Thanks to her, my sister’s heartbroken. She barely smiles anymore, and even if she does, it’s hardly real. I feel...useless.” She ranted. Viperion pulled her in close. “Empress, you are one of the strongest people I know. You are NOT useless. You never have been and you never will be.” He whispered. “She was almost akumatized, Viperion.” She says solemnly, and she could feel him tense up. “I can’t let Hawkmoth get her. I WON’T. If she was ever akumatized, I...I don’t know what I’d do.” She whispered shakily. She wanted to cry so bad, but she couldn’t. Not in front of Viperion. She had to be strong. For Marinette. “With you as a sister, my Empress, I don’t think Hawkmoth will ever akumatize your sister.” He comforted. “If he does, I’ll kill him.” She mumbled, making him chuckle a little.

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