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#Next time I'll make it clearer one is wrapped around their neck

withdrawingramen · 1 year

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night duty (angstpril + whumpril)

angstpril d7 - sleepless nights. / @whumpril d7 - "you look pale."

CW: lady/female whump, whumpee w/ c-ptsd, nightmares, mild and subtle reference to choking, ref to fibromyalgia, overworked non-human whumpee Everything around her flitted between dark and light. Sihyeon's head felt like it was filled with bubbles, submerged deep into the unknown. But she couldn't breathe. She knew she was struggling. The surface was way farther than it should be. Her hands didn't reach out for the surface, instead, they clawed on her throat. Seaweeds? Corals in the sea? Something wrapped tight around her throat and she couldn't get rid of it. She despised that feeling. Ever since that incident years ago, she hated having anything around her throat. Forget the surface, whatever gripped her throat had to come off. Sihyeon thrashed in the superficial water, desperate to free her neck from- chains? When did they become the exact same chains from years ago? She recognized them well, they'd always be around her wrists when she was in the facility.

This time, they stretched out beyond her. From above and below the surface, reigning her in from everywhere. The surroundings shifted around her violently, but her vision got clearer in contrast to the water continuing to compress her throat. The surface was visible, the chains extending beyond it. Sihyeon now reached out to grasp the chains and pull them towards her, trying to regain control. There was clarity, now. Someone held the chains that encased her throat. A tall, human figure. Sihyeon instantly recognized him, the figure holding the chains in one hand, the other tucked into a pocket. She grabbed them now, screaming underwater. The water she inhaled flooded her lungs until they were filled with it. - There was a soft ringing that greeted Sihyeon as she blinked slowly, her phone buzzing on her lap. She straightened herself up, observing the environment around her. She'd fallen asleep on the bench in front of the dorms. An uneasy feeling rose in her chest and stomach as she rubbed her eyes, noticing the black boots in front of her. She looked up, her supervisor looking down on her, phone in hand. "Looks like you've been waiting for a bit." Kurai spoke softy, cutting the call. "I was afraid I'd have to shout in the middle of the night to get you to wake up." It had to be around 1 am, the street illuminated by bright street lights. There was one right beside the bench she'd been asleep on. "Let's go. We'll take about half an hour to reach the accident site." Her supervisor gestured towards his car a few blocks away. Sihyeon merely nodded without saying a word, grabbing her bag and phone. She stood up, slightly wobbling. Kurai tilted his head. "You look pale." "Huh?" "That lamp is quite bright, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to tell." "I haven't been sleeping well." Sihyeon sighed. "Makes two of us." He replied, walking towards his car. She followed and got into the vehicle along with him. "Don't forget the seatbelt." Sihyeon complied, but flinched instantly as a pang ran up her ribs. "What's up with you? I don't recall doing anything to you this week." Kurai asked as the car geared into motion. "Nothing." Sihyeon breathed out the lie, gathering herself. Her body abruptly felt sore, as if she'd been lifting heavy weights for the last few hours. She gulped, letting her head rest against the shut window. "One of the less-injured victims is apparently a migrant and all she speaks is what I assume, from the preliminary report, only Korean. That's where you come into picture." Sihyeon hummed back in response. "We can't find a translator at this hour." Kurai didn't continue. "I haven't spoke to anyone in Korean since years, man." Sihyeon complained, massaging her shoulders. "Doesn't mean you automatically forget your mother tongue." "I'll try." "You will. You can take the next day off, though. We aren't going to get any sleep tonight, so take a nap if you want to." "How generous." Sihyeon snickered, shutting her eyes. No sleep came to her despite the exhaustion running through her bones. The image of the chains, and the man who drove beside her kept flashing before her mind.

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delugguk · 2 years

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'next thing you know, you're holding hands with him and end up getting married!'

pair: jungkook x reader

genre: smut, stablished relationship, drabble.

word count: 641

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Ridiculous.

"I only have eyes for you," You pant out of breath staring at his face. Seating on his lap, bouncing hard on his dick.

"can't you see?" With a gasp, you grip onto his shoulders closer to your body. Jungkook's juicy thighs are all spread on the bed and he's not even touching you. Hands on each side, he's slighly pouty and there's a clearly hostile glare that's mixed with pleasure. He's trying not to react at how well your pussy swallows him but the more you bounce and kiss on his sweaty neck, the harder it gets.

Muscles flex.

You take his head closer to your chest and bury his face between your breasts, swinging your hips back and forth on him, "look at me baby." And Jungkook does obey.

his hooded, doe glistening eyes stare at you from belowㅡchin touching your skin. he's still sulking but his eyes gaze at you as if he was asking for more. Perhaps him wanting you to show him the real deal, to show him how solid your words truely are. To prove him that you'll forever look at him and him only and that you'll never leave him for another man. ㅡ while Jungkook was very confident of himself and your relationship, he still had his little jealousy times.. yeah, he was the jealous type but that didn't bother you as you liked that of him. It makes you feel safe and protected as he wasn't the toxic jealous type of boyfriend either. Just the right amount but he could still get possessive sometimes.

when looking up at you, he seemed pretty needy and cute. You wanted to plaster a bunch of kisses all over his face.

"did you heard me?" you ask him softly in contrast of how deep your thrusts were. He let's out a pleased hum confirming your answer but you needed to hear a clearer response from his pretty pink lips.

"Answer me," giving a peck to his forehead, the tone of your voice is rather much tender. You swear you get to catch his eyes twinkle for a second before he buries down his face back to your chest, placing a quick kiss.

he hiss, "I heard you," this time touching your body. Hands all over your waist, he guides your body waves deeper on him and there's a line of your arousal that connects to his pelvis everytime you move out of him. The both of you catching that little detail made the whole room suddenly feel like the hottest and that makes him fix his eyes back at you.

"I just want you all for myself," he almost mumbles, voice deep.

Clinched arms wrapping around your body, he presses you tigher agaisnt him. "You should be only mine." His strong hug making you stock-still but soon enough you notice that's his plan all along because of the way his hips start marking a rather fast speed.

"babe-" you can't help but arch your back.

fuck.

he feels so good right now and his hot breath hitting your sweaty skin isn't helping.

"Hm?" He pauses. "So you just go and help everyone?" Dick shoving a fast dagger into your heart, his breathing cuts in between each move.

You're a moaning, whimpering mess.

Spank!

"Fuck. Pussy so good and you can't even talk to me." he groans. "how dare you answer like that when you have me?"

Spank!

"ffuck I'm going crazy. I'll never do that to you."

Spank!

"Only I can fuck you like this;"

Spank!

"Only I can see you like this,"

Spank!

"...touch you like this,"

Spank!

"And treat you like this."

"eumngㅡfuck! yeah baby.." you yelp back, very much lost in pleasure.

"Only me and no one else, understood?"

"yes baby only you.. eughㅡfucking me so goodㅡfucking good!" You sob, eyes watery.

Being so horny, he kept on thrusting hard into you, "fucking great.."

Indeed, he was very hot when he was jealous.

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henqtic · 2 years

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can you do a george weasley x black!reader please? your writing is amazing by the way!!

IN WITH THE NEW

— pairing: dad!george weasley x black!reader . word count: 868 .

— summary: one where george comes home to see his two girls with hairstyles that were just a little new, per request of the five year old who had yearned for something different.

— authors note: tysm for the request and complement on my writing but next time can you provide a little more context ? it’s just that i didn’t know what genre to write this in or like . . . anything at all so i just wrote what came to mind 🤟🏽

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“you two are so pretty like this,” george complemented airly as he finally got to you and the little girl in the second bathroom of your little house, relieved to see the only two people he had been thinking about and needed to after a long day of running a joke shop a week before hogwarts opening for the next academic year.

and instead of his heavy sigh that was scheduled to come out as he flopped onto your bed, instead it came out as one of adoration for you guys.

violet sat up top the sink to get a clearer view of herself in the mirror since she could only see just above the white that went into the sink, you standing behind her to make sure she wouldn't fall off — both of you perfecting the afros that sat on your heads that hadn't been there when he left out this morning.

his lanky arms somehow wrapped around the both of you, pulling the little girls back closer to your stomach so that he had an easier access — his lips first going to lay a sweet kiss to the crook of your neck by instinct and then to violets cheek which had been plumped by the wide smile that had been glued onto her face since you two had started on your hair and had grown by the presence of her father.

“really daddy ?” she asked with wide eyes, all of her teeth showing with the occasional missing.

combed out curls and coils covered the expanse of her forehead and very tip of her eyes, not taking too much from her sight, hair becoming an even deeper brown than it was before — just as she had wanted it.

“of course sweetheart, and don’t let anyone ever tell you different, yeah?” he confirmed to her, eyes twinkling as she eagerly nodded her head, the second hearing of the words by another parent starting to instill more, eventually going back to mindlessly going at her hair with the pick to mimic you who was doing the same.

“you two decided to match i see.”

george turned his attention to you, an upbeat roar of laughter erupting from your chest as he went to kissing every piece of your face and exposed collar bone that wasn't covered by his shirt you stole earlier in the day — disabling your ability to answer him until he could finally reach your lips smoothed by gloss, pulling away once fake gags and threats of throwing up started to come from the five year old.

“i think i'll just go look at the small mirror on my own, thanks again mommy !!” she said with her gratitude over shadowing her disgust by only a slight amount, simply hopping down from off the sink and to a different part of the house where she wouldn’t have to witness what was you two.

“you’re welcome baby !” you called out before giving the man who seemed exceptionally proud of his actions the side eye, the attempts to hide the pursed grin of yours being weak.

“see, now if you gave me a chance to speak, i would’ve said, thank you hunny.”

“well whatever you have to say won’t be interrupted by my oh so lovely kisses and shows of affection that are very underappreciated by my wife,” he promised sarcastically, electing an unconvinced hum from you.

“thanks for that,” you squint your eyes with the words before continuing, “violet just wanted so badly to wear her hair in an afro, you know how much she doesn’t like getting her hair done and she loves it in its natural state anyways, did you see her ?”

“and there’s not too many black kids at her school, i don’t want our little girl to be the only one, it's not fun to be singled out by white peers — she also insisted that we did.”

“i’m sorry it has to be like this, people can be so cruel,” he said with sympathy, having grown used to the struggles that the black community have and have to continue going through since you had started dating in school and even more so once you decided to build a better foundation and start a family with each other.

his thumb still rubbed on the apple of your cheek though, not as settled with the conditions as you were just yet — your head eventually shaking in refusal of the apology.

“there’s no need to be sorry, it’s a . . . normal for us i guess — and anyways, i think i’ll be happy with this look. i haven’t worn my hair in a true afro since hogwarts and it’s winter too, absolutely no humidity around.”

you grinned in content, happy that you could stay outside for more than ten minutes without looking like a hot mess.

“ah, you remember back in snape’s class when we were making those amortentia potions ? you were practically having a breakdown,” he boomed in laughter, remembering the panicked look on your face as things started blowing up everywhere and the room started getting hotter and hotter.

“don’t you dare bring that up, that was a traumatic event and you know it, you’re not funny george !!”

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djarrex · 3 years

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Goth Gf Anon🤙

Alright, alright, alright. Since that Tech piece was fucking phenomenal a d you said you don't get any thots of your faves, I'll lend one of my Fives thots.

So, it's the end of the war, Chancellor Palpatine had been exposed for his plot against the Jedi and executed for treason. The Republic and Seperatists made peace treaties upon realizing they were played on both sides. The war is over, Fives is a war hero, a statue in front of the Jedi Temple in his honor. But he could care less when you're smiling at him, tears in your eyes with the proudest glow on your face.

The Clone production on Kamino is halted, leaving the troopers, cadets and infants in a limbo. The Senate passes a bill allowing the Clones unalienable rights, passing adoption bills allowing civilians to adopt baby clones as their own. The Jedi also demand each and every clone has their chips removed. Scientists are working on a serum to slow their aging process down back to normal.

Fives rejoiced in victory, finally happy that the war was over and his brothers were treated as humans. But you.

He was over the fucking moons that he could be with you, not a war, battles or campaigns to keep you apart.

He marries you within the week of the marriage bill being passed.

You move to Naboo, Anakin had left the Jedi Order and started a home with Padmé and his twins, they visit you often, dropping off Luke and Leia when they're off on Senate business or off doing young couple things.

Fives loves seeing you with the twins, there's just something so domestic about it. When he sees you take care of them, make them giggle, feed them. And when the Skywalkers come back and praise you for taking such good care of their babies... it stirs something primal in his gut.

You two are intimate one night-- like many after you married. He's crawling up on his peak, he's right there, his brain switches off, spit firing shit as his thrusts start to stutter like the words rolling from his tongue, thick as honey.

"Y-you-- you looked so good with those-- shit!-- those fuckin' kids!"

"Wanna make you! Fuck, baby-- I'm g-gonna m-make you a fucking mother-- oh shit!"

"Gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart!"

And you're thinking: "What a pleasant turn of events."

Then you just start fucking feeding him.

"Yes, yes, yes, Fives! Anything you want! We'll fucking grow old together!"

You moan, "Put a fucking baby in me, cum deep."

And he can't hold it anymore, an inhuman sound ripped out of his chest and tearing through his throat as he slams into you one more time, his spend shooting deep. 11/10 best orgasm he's had.

Afterwards, you both talk it out. You've always thought about starting a family with him, thinking about how good of a father he would be considering the way he always looked out for his brothers. Fives explains himself a little more clearer after the fact, and you decide you'll go to the med center to get your contraceptive implant removed the next time it has to be replaced. You've decided you wanted to start a family with him.

Apologies if this was lackluster, I don't usually write smut lines lol.

Ciao ;)

!!!HOLY OMTHER OF GOD

I...I- don't even know how to respond to this. it’s late I KNOW but I’ve been trying to come up with a worthy reply.

whyyyyy did I start fucking tearing up when going through each word in the first half WHY this is so beautiful and Fives deserves so much more and I love him. this is perfect, you are perfect. when he starts blurting out his desires "Wanna make you! Fuck, baby-- I'm g-gonna m-make you a fucking mother-- oh shit!" I- uh- yeah. that sent me. "What a pleasant turn of events" LMAO. ME. please write this as a fic. lackluster? mmmm no not even close. I love this

But seriously, how do I even add anymore to this already perfect droplet of heaven you so graciously placed in my inbox. tbh though, my gutter brain immediately wants to analyze how that night goes:

(18+ only!!! fluff, breeding kink, unprotected piv)

***

you were blissfully unaware of the way Fives gawked at you earlier today - how he watched you with so much love and adoration in his eyes as you giggled with Luke and cradled Leia to sleep

It didn’t feel appropriate, but he couldn’t help but get hard at the vision playing out in front of him - wholesome domesticity, soft giggles, and hushed coos filled his very own living room and he just needed to step away to take care of his painfully hard and aching erection

Fives can't help it - up until recently he was sure on having a dark fate, one that either involved being killed on the front, or worse: never being able to truly make you his because of his sole duty to fight for the Republic just would not allow such a peaceful and perfect life - it would hurt you more than he would care to live through

He didn’t realize just how badly he wanted the twins to be his - living, breathing, beautiful humans that you and him had created out of love, and, well, good fucking sex

So Fives came back from the bathroom after tugging himself raw - trying to alleviate that wanting ache that’d been sitting heavy deep in his bones and showing its face in the form of starving arousal - and the Skywalker’s had returned from Coruscant to pick up their babies

Fives hadn’t turned the corner yet - the soft voices coming from the three of you, keeping quiet while the twins were finally asleep, stopped him in his tracks. He heard the way Padmé praised you and thanked you over and over for always watching the kids, and Anakin cooing in the sweetest voice Fives had ever heard his former General speak in right at his own sleeping babies.

Your own voice was extremely soft and kind, careful as to not wake the twins up in the hand-over. Fives’ heart - and cock - were aching.

That's what Fives is thinking of as he’s pounding you into the next system - watching with hungry eyes at how your pussy so beautifully swallows his cock, yet he can't help but be slightly distracted when all these thoughts about filling you full with his seed are stemming from how motherly and breathtaking you looked when interacting with the Skywalker twins - how you always look when you’re watching them

You’re both so close to finishing - Fives groans at the way your walls squeeze unforgivingly around him as you approach your climax - a sight that is most devine to him. He’s right there as well - the relentless clenching of your cunt sure as hell pushes him right there to where he’s about to-

“Y-you looked so good with the - mmph - the twins" he doesn’t even realize he’d just voiced his thoughts aloud - albeit, in the form of a growl - until he sees how your eyes widen after struggling to come down from your first high

He’s no where near embarrassed - perhaps it was finally fucking time to let you know just how painfully hard you make him when you’re all motherly and in caretaker mode

The way your features morph from being caught in surprise to desperation and hunger completely takes the filter off of him - and he begins voicing his plans for the two of you in the heat of the moment

“Wanna - aghh- fuck a b-aby into this sweet p-pussy” his teeth are clenched tightly together as he continuously hits that exquisite spot so deep within your heat and your head is positively spinning at his shameless confessions - fuck, you want him to make good on his word.

“Fuck... you’re nearly ch-oking my cock, pretty thing,” he grits out between heavy pants. “You want me to, hm? Wanna let me - mmphh - fill you so f-fucking deep that you swell with my child?”

Your body is on fucking fire - you’ve never heard Fives speak of this before, and boy oh boy it is 100% welcome right about now. Yes, yes you want that so, so bad but you never thought to bring it up before because everything was still new with how the galaxy has changed for the better... but right now - you’re going to fucking feed him so he can have the best orgasm he’s ever had

“Yes, love, please,” you’re whimpering those three words like a prayer over and over between loud, uncontrollable moans - completely taken by him and the way he looks so gorgeous in this determined and concentrative state. “Shit, fill me up with our child,” you punctuate your mewling request with the repetition of his name - you’re hitting your climax again but this one is about to utterly wreck you like never before. “Right now.”

Fives’ eyes clamp shut and the sweat on his brow is beginning to drop from his forehead to your bare chest with how he is hovered over you - your soft but commanding words has the most gargled and loud groan erupt from deep within his chest as he stills his hips

You can feel the way his cock pulsates so far inside of you - liquid warmth spitting from the head and no doubt seeping into your cervix

You’re both completely out of breath and totally fucked-out - you think that’s the most Fives has ever cum, and you’re just staring up at him with the sweetest smile you can muster in your exhausted state

“We can talk about it more later, but...” Fives rubs at his neck after hauling himself off of you - pulling you close to his chest and wrapping his arms tightly around your torso.

“No need,” you say softly - your hands wrapping around his forearms. “I’ll have them remove the implant on my next visit.”

Your words of promise has Fives uncontrollably getting hard again

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strawbearisamu · 3 years

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for a day like this

timeskip! hanamaki takahiro x gn! reader

summary: a coincidence on a train ride home leads to a confession and kissing in the rain.

note: requested by anon :) here, semi long one guys

cw: light swearing, semi makeout scene

wc: 1.8k

the sky shrouded by a dense fog, the blue of it completely concealed by a covering of wooly grey clouds. rain continuing to pour from the desolute atmosphere as you heard a disembodied female voice announce the departure of the train. you sighed, train starting to move as you look out your window only to see a strike of lightning, the muffled thundering of the storm only growing louder, reminding you of the impending consequences of today's events.

"miss..miss...excuse me miss?" shaken from your daze, you meet the face of a middle aged woman carrying an infant and a young child, "miss, would you mind switching seats with me? there just isn't enough space for my baby's breastfeeding equipment on the other side." she asked apologetically, "even though i specifically requested it," mumbling the last part under her breath.

you press your lips in to a small smile, grabbing your things as she thanked you in relief, your eyes light up at a familiar shade of strawberry brown, occupying the very seat next to the one you were supposed to replace, "makki?" you couldn’t help the grin as called out from behind.

he whipped his head towards you, eyes widened, mouth slightly agape as he eyed you a few times. as if making sure you weren't a fake, making sure the familiar resonance and tenor of your voice, the one he replays to himself some nights, making sure it wasn't just an auditory hallucination. "y/n."

eyes lighting up with excitement, you speed up towards him, engulfing his sitting form in a warm hug, arms wrapped around his neck as he breaths in your scent.

"missed me huh?" you don't miss the playful glint in his eyes as you finally let him go. "yeah," a beaming grin displacing the forlorn look on your face.

"what were you doing in the city?" you asked, squeezing past him into the window seat as he towered over to the side of the walkway to make room, you see his eyes glaze over for a split second before he says "just a reunion with the boys."

"how are they! you guys were always quite the gang."

"yeah," he paused, slight hesitation lingering in his voice, "they're good i mean, really good."

the thunder crackling, a shot of lightning briefly lighting the gloomy sky as the scenery beyond your cabin window blurred with the speeding train.

"you look awful," he says, words slipping out absentmindedly, his eyes widening in absolute horror as he spluttered an apology, rambling on, "not as in you're ugly but your clothes, your stuff, it just looks a little...disheveled."

you burst into laughter, the first time today, "my bag was stolen today, some guy on a motorbike snatched it and knocked me over, it was crazy! i tried chasing him too!" you recounted the story again, but for the first time today, in humour.

"pfft, sorry not the point, you tried chasing him?" his mouth curving into his signature lazy grin.

"what's your point strawberry head?" narrowing your eyes at him as he raised his hands, pleading innocence. "you okay though?"

"i'll survive, can't say the same for my job, had some really important work documents there, weren't supposed make copies, now they're gone."

"oh..."

"yeah, i'm so pissed but well the jury will be out after the weekend," you sighed, "but anyway should we be talking about how you look just as bad as me, makki?"

a boyish laugh resonates from him, it does something to you, the familiar scratchiness of it inscribed in your mind from long ago. the corner of his eyes crinkled, "shit i guess i do," he said. "mhmm," you hummed, nodded along in laughter.

"the reunion," he cleared his throat, "i mean first off, this is not even close to being as bad as your day," he precautioned.

"just get on with it," you rolled your eyes.

twisting and fiddling the ring on his pinky, "just saw everyone doing really well, what with oikawa and iwaizumi being on olympic teams, even mattsun has a steady career and plan you know? i think i'm second guessing myself? i thought i was living life, having fun, but sometimes everything feels like filler before death.”

you nodded along to him, listening intently. you had always known makki to be more of a free spirit so this was rare.

"we all have those days," you mumble under your breath.

you let a comfortable silence fall between you, rummaging your bag for the slightly squished convenience store sandwich and your earphones.

"it’s tough huh, trying to find our place now.” you said, handing him one side of your earphones.

“yeah, so much easier when you’re two dumbasses goofing around, playing with erasers and tic tac toe during class," he slotted in the bud, and you do the same, as the ambient music filled your ears.

“you and mattsun?" you probed.

“no you, you and me.” for second his playful facade falters. his eyes lingering on yours as you held each other captive, your stare burning through his enigmatic grey eyes, a raw emotional intensity that made it seem like time had slowed down, neither of you finding the courage to make a move in the moment of impenetrable tension.

"i guess the rain is quite fitting for a day like this." you finally dared to look away, taking in the storm weathering just beyond your window, "but somehow i feel a little better now makki. maybe it's your pink hair."

"you do love it," he said, "i feel a little better too," he whispered, and you barely catch it.

—

he took a deep breath in, releasing it in a heavy sigh. “miyagi air right? nothing like it.”

“can’t tell if you’re a free spirit or an old man now.” you stepped off the platform, bags in hand.

"let me walk you tonight. you don’t have an umbrella.”

“neither do you?” you pointed out, handing him one of your bags as the both of you walked towards the exit.

"don't worry, i've got a plan," he winked a cheeky smile playing on his lips.

—

the wind howls, your hair violently blowing into his face, "this was your genius plan makki? run a little faster will you!" you shout over the blaring pour of the rain, incredulous.

"easy for you to say, you're not the one hauling your heavy ass bag." one of your bags slung around his shoulder, arms stretched around the both of you as he holds his jacket up for cover. well, your cover, his exposed side completely drenched.

"we're close," you called out, awkwardly trudging across the puddle ridden road, his warmth emanating from beside you as your heart raced in your chest, though you couldn't decide if that was the rain or makki, more probably both you finally decided.

"we actually made it in one piece." you breathe a sigh of relief as you finally made it under the roof of your home, catching your breath a little as he twisted his rain soaked jacket.

"what are you waiting for? aren't you gonna open it?" he asked.

"okay what?"

"open the door?"

"i don't have the keys, they got stolen remember?" you said dubiously, now working the water out of your clothes as he gave you a baffled look.

"what? how are we gonna get in?

"well i assumed you had the keys?"

"how in the world would in have your keys?"

"in that confe-, letter i gave you? said you were here all the time you might as well have the key and gave you a key?"

"letter? what letter, y/n?"

"wait the letter...you didn't receive it?" the colour in your face drained, you took a sudden notice to his drenched figure.

"you're soaked dumbass." you say in an attempt to quickly move on, unzipping your bag to pull out a fresh t-shirt. he tries to stop you but you don't let him.

"shut up just let me do this makki." you pull on his forearm, tugging him down to meet your eye-level, his face inches from yours as you gently pat his face and neck dry.

"is this just an excuse to kiss me?" the same lazy smirk playing on his face again but his expression morphs into an unreadable one, eyes clouding, "the letter," he whispered looking down at you, his bangs skirting his lashes as you dabbed his cheek with a t-shirt.

"you wish you could kiss me," you joke.

"i do wish," he doesn't.

"was it a confession?" you didn't answer him, "can i kiss you makki?" the burning desire held off long enough as you somehow found the courage to ask.

makki broke into a smile, clumsily taking your hands in his, hurriedly dragging you back into the rain shower. hard rain hitting you, massaging your head, but even as you felt your senses become overwhelmed your attention was still singly engrossed by the man in front of you.

"what are you doing? i just patted you dry!" you reprimanded him, shouting over the pour of the rain, looking up at him, now 6'1, his soft gaze easily slipping past your faux stern one.

"it's more dramatic this way," he whispered, his hand gently caressing your face, thumb running circles on the now flushed apples of your cheek, his eyes becoming clearer to you as you finally begun to understand the liquid grey eyes that held you captive for so long. your heart speeding up again, butterflies fluttering aggressively in your stomach.

you tiptoed a little, eagerly reaching a hand into his now drenched strawberry pink hair that you were always so fixated on. he responded in kind, securing an arm around your waist, hoisting you up, you body colliding into his warmth, lower lip tingling a little as he traced it with his slightly calloused thumb. finally, he cups your jaw, taking your lips in his.

his lips warm, soft, impossibly plush against your own, the soft tickle of your hair on his cheek, your honeyed taste playing on his tongue, the shared warmth between you melding into one, your heartbeat synchronous, in perfect parallel with your harmonised movement. lips slightly parted, he bit your lower lip as you moaned a little.

"you think the neighbours can see us?" you pulled away, holding his cheeks in your hands, still in a slight daze.

"don't know, don't care."

"when did it become a drizzle?" you asked as he shrugged in response, desperate to capture your lips in his again.

and you guys stood there, in the light drizzle of the rain, soft rays of sunlight finally peaking through the glum clouds, making out for the audience of your entire neighbourhood, enjoying the petrichor of the rain. because yeah you were still locked out of your house, yeah you were probably getting fired and yeah he still didn't know shit about what he was gonna do, but everything seemed just a little bit better.

"i guess the rain was quite fitting for a day like this.”

sol's comments: can you tell i have no idea how to write a makeout scene? :")

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tobi-momo · 3 years

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The Third Set

PAIRING: Tsukishima Kei x Reader

GENRE: Romance | Pining | Fluff | A lil crack (kinda)

WARNINGS: not proofread | a lil ooc and soft at the end (pls dont get mad at me 😭😭)

WORD COUNT: 1k+

A/N: hihihi ok so this idea literally came to me while reading another fic (i cant remember it now im super sorry) and it wouldnt leave my head so i couldnt NOT write it yk? pls keep in mind that it gets rlly soft at the end and really out of character😭 i just hc that does affectionate things during an adrenaline rush, like he's too hyped to care ab what going on around him he just wants to see you, and so this is basically where that came from kasjkhasd- also this is not meant to be spicy at all whatsoever (although some remarks from the others are made that way when you read) its supposed to be romantic and lighthearted, so pls dont think its that sexual😭 also thank you @awmahleebkg my wife for giving me the confidence to post this i love you baby <333

Watching Kei play was one of your favorite things to do. Sure, that might sound a little sad, but watching him and his team working together on the court was something that you wouldn't miss the world for. Until an away game came along, it taking place somewhere farther than they usually are, and since you weren't a part of the team, you couldn't take the school bus with them. So, you took the city bus. He might have told you not to, he might have told you to wait at your house for him to return and tell you about it, but you couldn't help it. This was an important game, and you needed to be there and support him.

He was nervous, although someone who didn't know as well as you wouldn't be able to tell, you were always able to see right through him. Always able to tell when he was nervous or scared, even intimidated. He found it annoying, that you were always there for him, confused as to why you dedicated your time for him, but years after your first meeting he realized that he would do the same for you. You didn't know that his heartbeat the same way for you as it did for him, and he sure as hell didn't know that the reason you stuck by him all these years was to feel that exact heartbeat next to yours.

[3:37 P.M.]

Kei <3: Stay home, y/n

Y/n: but it's an important game! i want to cheer you on!

Kei <3: I'll tell you what happens after I get home if you really want me to. But stop whining at me it's annoying.

Y/n: 😠😠 let. me. go.

Kei <3: No.

Y/n: i hate you so much

Kei <3: Sure you do

You wouldn't listen to him, of course. Why would you? You get your bag ready to leave, filling it with snacks and water bottles to help the team out.

By the time you snuck in, it was half-way past the second set. Tensions were high and sweat was dripping off their jaws while they gain each point. You made sure to stay a little quieter, not wanting Kei's attention to be drifted away from the game, especially since you weren't supposed to be there. By the time they won that set, they were tied with the other team. One more set left, things are getting really heated.

The score remained close to each other throughout the game, Karasuno being two points away from a win with their opponent three points behind them. Watching Kei as he looks at the floor with frustrated eyes, obviously mad at himself for not doing better. He frowns, taking a sip of water so no one sees it. You can see a slight tint of fear in his eyes- he was scared of losing the set. Although all you've seen were blocks of perfection, even a couple spikes that hit the court floor aggressively, points going towards Karasuno once more, he thought he wasn't doing good enough. You knew he was amazing, everyone in the room knew it too, so why didn't he?

He jogs back on the court after a timeout from the other team, getting into a serve/receive position, waiting for the ball to come over the net. The server on the other team hit the ball over, sending it straight to Nishinoya, who receives the ball perfectly, passing it to Kageyama. Backing up into the set, Hinata runs behind Kageyama, surprising the blockers on the other side of the net when Hinata smacks the floating ball down with his might. Instead of the ball hitting the floor, the left-back position receives the ball at the seam, shanking it towards the audience.

Another point.

The crowd goes wild and the air tightens as the scoreboard raises. You bounce on the bleachers and stomp your feet in excitement, knowing that this match would be over soon.

Kei exhales sharply at the whistle, relief, and nervousness seeping out of him. He can do it, he thought. Only one more point. When the ball passes him to the other side of the court, quickly moves to the right side of the net, jumping and completely regretting his decision once the ball hits the floor. He watches the ball trail off in shock, the whistle suddenly getting too loud for him. He grits his teeth in defeat, thinking that it would be over for them. His head faces the ground, his hands are balled up in fists. That's when you decide to take initiative.

Inhaling a harsh breath, you stand up putting your hands on each side of your face before yelling out to him.

"TSUKISHIMA KEI!!!"

His head whips from the floor, his eyes widening once they find yours in the big crowd. You stand out- to him at least.

"DON'T GIVE UP!!! YOU GOT THIS!! LET'S GO!!"

His pupils dilate at your figure cheering him on, suddenly wishing he hadn't told you to stay home. He didn't know you were there, or how you get here in the first place, but he was glad you came. He wanted you there. His shocked expression turned into a smirk of confidence before he turns back around and goes to his position. The whistle blows once more, telling the server that they can go. He refocuses on the court, watching the ball and everyone near it, analyzing everyone's movements and predicting where the ball is going to go. The big spiker on the other team runs towards the net with his approach, swinging his arms back, ready to slam the ball down as Kei quickly beats him to it, jumping and raising his arms on top of the net in defense.

The ball smacks the floor of the court.

Kei's eyes glow when his feet touch the ground again.

They won.

He tries his best to catch his breath, heaving once his teammates trample him on the ground. You scream in victory, jumping up and down, sprinting down the bleachers to the team, them welcoming you with tight hugs and cries of joy. Electricity coursed through Kei's veins, adrenaline making his sight clearer, his hearing less muffled and his breathing a lot clearer.

You see Kei on the other side of the court, getting up and steadying himself on his feet once you two lock eyes. You run towards him with a fast pace, him reciprocating as his legs speed up toward you. You jump on him, clinging to him as much as you could when wrapping your legs around him, digging your head in his shoulder. His hand immediately grab the back of your thighs for support, helping your body balance on his while you tug on his neck.

You praise him, telling him how proud you were of him picking himself up and being the best, telling him how amazing his blocks and spikes were, how amazing he was. You could hear his breathless laughs of joy, a genuine smile painting his face when you subconsciously pepper his face in firm pecks from your lips, showering him in sweet affection for his win.

"YOU DID SO AMAZING KEI!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! THAT WAS SO COOL!! YOU SHOULDA SEEN YOURSELF OUT THERE! OH MY GOD THAT WAS- THAT WAS PERFECT!! I KNOW YOU WERE DOUBTING YOURSELF A LITTLE BIT BUT YOU WERE AMAZING THE WHOLE TIME I MEAN-"

Your words muffle when his lips crash onto your- a rough, exciting kiss that has you moaning in his mouth from surprise and desperation from wanting this for the longest time. Your hands slide up from his neck to his cheeks, palming them and pulling him closer while your lips disconnect and reconnect rapidly, not being able to get enough of each other. His hands subtly, but firmly squeeze your thighs while you tilt your head, giving him the chance to kiss you deeper. The amount of emotion going through your bodies, desperation, love, excitement, impatience, relief, mixing with the adrenaline in your system's causing your worlds to finally collide and mix.

"What are they doing?"

"I don't know but I feel like I'm interrupting something"

"I think they're the ones interrupting"

"Just let them have this one, guys"

"They are literally about to do it on the court how am I not supposed to feel uncomfortable, Suga-san?"

"Aw, these lovebirds are finally getting together, I knew it would happen"

"Liar, you bet they wouldn't!"

"Tanaka-san! You weren't supposed to say anything!"

You couldn't hear any of the banter in the background, your only focus was him, and his only focus was you. And all the team could do was watch.

pls i know this was rlly ooc im super sorry

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rafael-silva · 3 years

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you never know when the wave's gonna break but I'll be there: a tarlos fic

A firefighter!Carlos AU where a collapse during a rescue traps Carlos under a beam, pinning him as the fire gets closer, while TK watches from outside, heart in his throat, praying that it isn’t the day he loses the love of his life. In the aftermath, TK takes care of Carlos, in more ways than one.

major character injury, hurt carlos reyes, worried tk strand, paramedic tk, hurt/comfort, soft carlos/tk, whump, comfort, angst with a happy ending

whumptober 2021: day 1 - trapped (alternate prompt 10)

4.3k | rated T | on ao3

title from carry on by young rising sons

*****

“Reyes, report!”

“Still searching the north east room, Cap!” Carlos replies over the sound of the raging fire coming from down the hall.

The fire was quickly eating at the structure of the house, the wood creaked and moaned around Carlos with every step he takes. The team managed to get the parents and son out but the daughter was still unaccounted for. They were running out of both places to look and time. And it’s so hot, the smoke getting heavier and Carlos can feel the heat even through the protection of his turnout coat and his gear, can feel the sweat rolling down his neck and back under his Austin FD t-shirt.

“Copy, make your final rounds and get out, the house is losing stability,” Owen orders, watching the two-story house engulfed in flames from the front lawn.

The captain senses a presence and turns to see his son coming to a halt on his right.

TK gives his father a worried look, but only for a few seconds, they’re all he can spare, before he redirects his attention back to the house where his boyfriend is currently making his way through a blazing fire.

He, Tommy and Nancy had looked over the parents and son before other paramedics took over their care and then TK finds himself standing next to his father.

“He’ll be out soon,” Owen tells TK in a reassuring tone.

TK starts to nod and before he can say anything, the radio comes to life with Carlos’s voice.

“Found the little girl, Cap!” Carlos reports. “Making our way out now.”

“Copy,” Owen responds.

Along with Carlos, Judd and Paul were still inside the burning house but Owen’s evacuation order stops in his throat when a loud rumbling followed by a crash is heard, originating from the north east side.

TK’s heart drops into his stomach, an involuntary gasp escaping his mouth as his eyes go impossibly wide. He freezes, everything around him suddenly muted and movements are in slow motion, and he feels detached, he feels so far away. But his heart is racing, his thoughts are racing and it’s an odd sensation, experiencing time slowly and rapidly in the same exact moment. He turns to face his father so quickly he thinks he gets whiplashed but he doesn’t really care about that right now. He wants to scream for Carlos but he can’t find his voice.

Owen is ahead of him, however, already clutching his radio tight and howling into it. “Reyes, report!”

Nothing.

Again. “Reyes, report!”

Silence.

TK’s heart sinks further down, into his knees now and he feels them go weak, his whole body getting hotter as the worry takes over. His heart is beating wildly in his chest, thumping heavily against his ribcage. Part of him isn’t even sure he’d hear if Carlos responds, not sure he’d hear it over the rushing of his blood in his ears. But TK knows no response has come from the love of his life judging by the worried look etched on his father’s face.

He closes his eyes, doing his best to calm himself because he can’t afford to lose control now, Carlos can’t afford to have him loose control right now. Carlos might be hurt, and he needs TK and TK won’t let him down. TK tells himself he can freak out later, but in this moment, he needs to be at the top of his game for Carlos.

It seems to work because his father’s voice next to him is becoming clearer but the dread is still spreading in TK’s gut at the lack of response from Carlos.

“Carlos!” Owen doesn’t coat the sheer worry in his voice now, professionalism going out the window.

And then they hear a click, followed by a few moments of static then finally, the firefighter’s voice filters through.

“C-Cap,” Carlos heaves, his voice low and strained.

“Carlos!” Owen immediately replies, “are you okay? What’s your status?”

“Trapped,” Carlos groans. “Pinned under a beam, can’t move it.”

“Okay, try to stay as still as you can. How’s your breathing?”

Carlos draws in a short breath but it’s too much to handle and he ends up coughing roughly. “Can’t breathe all the way, it hurts…may have broken…a couple of ribs.”

“Save your energy, Carlos. And the little girl?” Owen asks.

“She’s okay…protected her,” Carlos replies but his voice is getting lower now, getting weaker.

“He’s starting to fade,” TK finds his voice, immediately picking up on the change in Carlos’s tone. The panic bleeds from his voice now, his green eyes glittering with unshed tears as he turns to look at Owen.

“Stay awake, Carlos,” Owen says into the radio. “Judd, Paul, can you get to him?”

“Yeah, Cap,” Judd instantly replies. “Hang on, Carlos, we’re coming.”

TK sucks in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. Knowing their team is going to help Carlos makes the situation just a little bit easier but still, TK is a paramedic, he can’t help but think about all the complications that could arise from what Carlos has just experienced. Broken ribs, punctured lung, collapsed lung, internal injuries…and what if they don’t get to him on time? If they don’t get him out on time? TK trust their team, knows they’re the best in the business but he’s seen how quickly things can go from bad to worse and Carlos…he can’t lose Carlos.

TK shakes his head. Carlos is going to be fine, they’ll get him out and he’ll be fine. He has to be. Because the alternative isn’t an option.

He’s brought back from his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder, and he turns to face Tommy. She gives him a small, comforting smile, very much in her soft motherly way, and TK attempts to return the smile but falls short. Nancy is next to her and she gives him a slight nod and a smile. TK senses their support and it helps him compose himself some more.

Tommy watches TK closely as his eyes meet her’s again, and she asks a silent question.

TK understands and nods, standing up a little more straight and sniffs, reminding himself of the most important thing in this moment: Carlos needs him.

He can do this and when Owen gives him a nod, TK knows what he needs to do. He takes a deep breath and wraps his hand around his radio, pressing down the button on the side.

“Carlos,” TK calls, praying his voice is steadier than how it sounds to his own ears. “You gotta stay awake, babe, help is on the way.”

“Ty,” Carlos whispers.

“I’m here,” TK reassures him. “And I’ll be right here when they bring you out,” he promises. “Judd and Paul are coming for you, just hang on.”

“I’ll try…”

“Judd, Paul, what’s your position?”

“Nearing the north east side,” Paul reports. “Almost there.”

“You hear that, babe?” TK speaks to Carlos.

“Y-Yeah,” Carlos replies but his reply is followed by a throaty groan.

TK’s heart breaks some more at hearing Carlos in pain and he feels helpless that he can’t do anything to help him until they get Carlos out. “Just breathe slowly for me, okay? I know it’s not easy but I need you to try.” He keeps his tone calm, hoping to transfer some of that to Carlos through his voice.

Carlos follows TK’s instructions and a few moments later he mumbles, “better.”

“That’s good, that’s good,” a ghost of a smile flashes over TK’s face. “You’ll be out of there in no time and everything is going to be okay.”

“We see them, Cap!” Judd’s strong voice echoes off the radio.

TK feels his heart pick up speed again and he worries his bottom lip between his teeth, holding his breath as he listens in.

“Be careful, we can’t risk a secondary shift,” Owen replies. “Keep comms open.”

“Copy.”

Inside, Judd and Paul tread as lightly as they can once they approach the room, eyeing the fallen wood that’s mangled with steel and wires. There’s a considerable amount of debris, and in the middle of it, they spot the back of Carlos’s turnout coat, the light catching the fluorescent REYES stitched at the bottom.

They’re at least glad to see that the young firefighter’s helmet stayed on once their eyes trail up his body, protecting his head.

“Carlos!” Paul calls out. “We’re here, man, just hang on.”

Carlos doesn’t say anything back but Judd can see the wobbly movement of his chest by the rise and fall of his back.

“Captain Vega, Carlos’s breathing isn’t right, it’s short and quick,” Judd says into his radio.

“Copy that,” Tommy’s voice returns. “He may have a collapsed lung along with broken ribs, or it could be the pressure preventing his lungs from expanding the whole way but you need to be very careful when you move him to prevent any further internal injuries.”

“Copy.”

The beam that’s currently lying on Carlos’s back is thick and round, and it’s going to take considerable strength and mobility to shift it backwards and off Carlos. Judd knows he and Paul can lift it and move it away but he’s worried about the domino effect that would have on the surrounding debris. He quickly assess the situation with a professional eye and nods.

They need to get Carlos and the little girl out, so Judd sends a prayer and turns to Paul.

“Go over to that side,” he points to the opposite end of the beam. “On three, we carefully lift and wait a few seconds in case anything shifts then we place the beam on that side of the room. It’s the most stable surface I can see and that’s a loading beam that can carry this one.”

“Got it,” Paul confirms.

Judd counts down and they get to work. Thankfully, lifting the beam doesn’t cause a shift or ripple effect and a small sigh is heard from Carlos once the pressure is lifted off him.

They hurry back to Carlos and help him move, gently helping him sit up and Judd places his hands Carlos’s shoulders.

It took a toll on Carlos’s body and Judd suspects the younger man would have toppled backwards if it weren’t for his steady support.

“Hey, hey, easy,” Judd says.

Carlos leans back and inhales sharply, wanting and needing to get as much air into his lungs as possible and squeezes his eyes as he exhales, grinding his teeth together as the wave of pain washes away. He opens his eyes and finds Judd’s concerned face.

“You with me, Reyes?” Judd frowns.

“Y-Yeah.”

“We got them, Cap,” Judd announces into his radio.

Paul leans down in front of Carlos and picks up the little girl. She’s shaking but otherwise seems to be okay, thanks to Carlos shielding her with his body.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Paul says softly, holding her tightly. “Are you okay?”

The little girl nods, wrapping her arms around Paul’s neck and her legs around his waist. She holds onto him for dear life.

“Let’s get you out of here,” Paul adds and then looks at Judd.

Judd nods. “Go, I got him.”

“Coming out with the girl now,” Paul relays into his radio.

“Can you stand up?” Judd asks Carlos once Paul and the little clear out of the debris.

“I think so,” Carlos nods.

Judd carefully lifts Carlos’s arm and drapes it over his shoulder, gently helping Carlos up to his feet.

Carlos has to bite back a hiss as the movement jostles his battered ribs and he has to take a moment to breathe as best as he could.

Judd only starts moving when Carlos nods again.

TK starts to breathe a little easier upon hearing Judd announcing that they’re making their way out. But he doesn’t allow himself to relax because he knows they aren’t out of the woods yet. He only lets out a sigh of relief, after what felt like a lifetime and two, once he sees Judd supporting Carlos as their bodies emerge from the black smoke pouring out of the front door. His shoulders sag forward for only a moment before he’s pulling himself together again.

He hears Owen order to open the hoses and TK barely registers Paul and Mateo’s copy, Cap! It’s all background noise as TK’s legs quickly carry him to meet the two firefighters, Carlos is so close now and that’s all he focuses on.

“Hey, hey,” TK says, moving to Carlos’s other side and helping carry his weight. “We got you.”

Judd’s a big, strong man, but TK knows out of experience how tiring it is to help anyone through and out of a fire, let alone someone injured and carrying the same heavy gear.

Besides, TK needs to feel Carlos, needs to hold him, to make sure he’s actually here, that he’s actually next to him.

They stop for a second to remove Carlos’s helmet and mask followed by Judd lifting the oxygen tank off his shoulders and lowering it to the ground. Together, Judd and TK support Carlos over to the ambulance, where Tommy and Nancy are waiting by the gurney. Carlos groans and an arm moves to cover his middle as he’s lowered down on the soft material, a stark contrast to the wood and debris he was lying in just minutes prior.

The sigh he pushes out can be attributed to the comfort the material provides for his worn out body or the slight pressures lying down eases off his chest and ribs. TK thinks it’s most likely both.

As much as TK wants to gently hold Carlos and never let go, he pushes past it and shifts into paramedic mode; he’ll get to hold Carlos once he’s out of danger, right now, Carlos needs his paramedic experience. This is the moment TK’s been waiting for, the moment when he can help Carlos, when he can ease some of his pain away and slowly, the helpless he had felt earlier starts to drain away as he gets to work.

TK removes Carlos’s gloves and starts unfastening his turnout coat so they can inspect his chest and ribs, while Nancy works on taking Carlos’s vitals and Tommy closely observes.

Judd watches the paramedics work for a few minutes then he’s about to walk back to Owen when a brush of a hand over his sleeve stops him.

He turns back to see Carlos looking at him, the brown in the younger man’s irises bright and vivid against the tears swimming in his eyes. Tears from pain and exhaustion, Judd suspects, but he also sees gratitude and trust in the way Carlos is looking at him.

“Thank you,” Carlos whispers, wheezing a little.

“Don’t mention it, brother,” Judd replies, giving Carlos a comforting smile. “Save your strength, you’ll be back on your feet in no time. Your boy and his team are taking great care of you.”

Carlos responds with a small smile as Tommy covers his face with the oxygen mask.

TK and Judd share a quick look, TK giving him an appreciative nod and Judd responding with a light clap on TK’s back.

“Vitals are all over the place, Cap,” Nancy reports. “Increased heart rate and low blood pressure, respiration is labored.”

Tommy pushes the head of the stethoscope around Carlos’s now-bare chest, listening closely to his breathing, then she moves her hands to either side of his middle.

TK swallows as his eyes roam over the large bruises already formed over Carlos’s chest and ribs. He knew beforehand what to expect, but seeing them staining Carlos’s skin red is still something he wasn’t fully prepared for. He’s seen bruised ribs and chests before, but this is Carlos and he’s in pain and it breaks TK’s heart all over again.

“This is going to hurt, Carlos, I’m sorry,” Tommy warns.

TK immediately takes Carlos’s hand and squeezes, silently tell him to squeeze back when he’s in pain in hopes of relieving some of it. And Carlos does, he squeezes TK’s hand so tightly and clamps his eyes shut once Tommy starts examining his ribs. A tear rolls down the side of Carlos’s face and disappears into his hair.

Carlos heaves once Tommy finishes her exam and he takes a second to breathe, but even with the oxygen mask, it’s difficult to get air into his lungs without his ribs screaming at him. The action causes him to cough several times, ending the series with a painful groan.

“At least three fractured or broken ribs,” Tommy confirms. “We’ll know more once they get an x-ray at the hospital. We’ll give you something for the pain, Carlos, it will help.”

Carlos nods, his hand still clutching TK’s.

“I’m right here, babe, I’m right here,” TK promises, watching as the mask fogs and clears with every short breath Carlos takes.

“Is your breathing a little better compared to when you were trapped?” Tommy asks before injecting the mediation into the IV line Nancy had inserted.

“A little,” Carlos replies, his voice muffled a bit by the mask.

Tommy nods, administering the medication. “You may have a bruised lung, not a collapsed one. We’ll know more at the hospital.”

They push Carlos into the ambulance and Nancy walks around the rig, getting into the driver’s seat as TK jumps in once the gurney is inside.

“We’ll meet you there as soon as we wrap up here,” Owen tells TK, sympathy drawn on his face.

TK nods and turns back to look at Carlos when Owen shuts the doors and taps on the glass.

The siren begins to wail as the ambulance moves and Nancy drives towards the hospital.

Carlos finds TK’s eyes through the haze that has become his vision, locking in on the vivid green he adores, the green he’d willingly get lost in for days.

TK gives him the best smile he could muster, his eyes not leaving Carlos’s, those brown eyes that for a second, he thought he’d never see again. That thought alone almost brought TK’s whole world crashing down.

TK swallows, pushing that thought away. Carlos is going to be okay. He needs to focus on that. And now that they’re both here, TK never wants to look away from those beautiful, soulful eyes.

He runs the pad of his thumb over Carlos’s hand, knowing it helps calm his boyfriend, it’s reassuring and grounding, for both of them.

TK’s other hand finds its way to Carlos’s face and cups his cheek, gently caressing the skin left uncovered by the oxygen mask.

TK’s smile grows a little when Carlos leans into his touch.

*****

“Do you need anything else, babe?” TK asks, handing Carlos an ice pack.

Carlos shakes his head, wincing a little as he carefully presses the ice pack to his injured ribs. “I’m good, thank you.”

TK watches Carlos for a few moments before nodding and dropping a kiss to the top of Carlos’s head.

It’s been a few days since Carlos’s accident. The doctor had preferred for him to spend the first night at the hospital, to keep him under observation and to monitor his oxygen level. After more than a few objections from Carlos and him insisting that he’s fine, which he was not, he deflating and finally nodded when TK pretty much pleaded with him to agree.

The next day, satisfied that Carlos will be in the care of a paramedic, the doctor agreed to let him go home under strict instructions to take it easy and that if anything out of the ordinary happens or if his pain increases, that they return to the ER right away.

Carlos easily agreed, happy to get out of the hospital and to return home.

“Your mom called earlier,” TK says from where he’s standing in the kitchen, filling up two glasses of water. “She was checking on you and said she and your dad will visit soon, when you’re better.”

“It’ll be good to see them,” Carlos replies from his position on the couch, moving slightly against the pillow to try to get more comfortable.

“You know,” TK places one of the glasses on the table next to Carlos where it’s easy for him to reach, “I almost played the I’ll call your mom and tell her you’re being stubborn card at the hospital if you had still insisted on leaving that first night.”

That makes Carlos chuckle but he immediately holds his ribs as a pang of pain echoes across his chest.

“I don’t doubt it,” Carlos says after breathing through the pain. “It’s going to be a while before I go back to work, so we should probably make room in the fridge for the food my mom will bring over.”

“Yeah, I do love your mother’s cooking,” TK agrees with a nod as he sits next to Carlos. “And yours, too, of course. I’ll get on it. And I’m glad your mom will be stopping by when I eventually have to go back to work.”

“I’ll be fine, baby,” Carlos reassures him.

“Can you promise me something?”

“Anything.”

“I know your mom will be around most of the time while I’m at work, but there will be times you’ll be alone and if anything happens or if you need anything when your mom isn’t here, call one of us? I’m not saying you can’t take care of yourself, but your body has been through a lot, healing is going to take a while and that’s okay. At least until you start to heal more and movement gets easier. I don’t want you to feel like you have to power through this alone or mask your pain, you’re not alone, Carlos. And that goes for when me or your mom are here, too. We’re here for you and we want to help you. Please?”

Carlos lets TK’s words sink in and then he nods. “Okay, I promise.”

“Good. Besides, I don’t want to be the one to call your mom and explain what happened if you got hurt even more,” TK shrugs and raises an eyebrow.

Carlos’s carefully raises both his hands in a surrendering gesture before chuckling in the lightest way possible so he doesn’t hurt his ribs again.

They lapse into comfortable silence, watching the movie on TV but neither of them are really focused on it.

“What are you thinking about?” Carlos asks, his voice breaking the quiet, his ability to read TK unwavering and ever present.

TK takes a few moments to answer. “I just…hated feeling so helpless,” he eventually replies, but his eyes don’t find Carlos. Instead, his eyes fall on his hands sitting in his lap.

TK knows Carlos is okay, he knows because he’s right next to him, he can feel him, he can touch him, but he can’t help it when the images of the bruises on Carlos’s chest start to replay in his mind along with Carlos’s face crunched up in agony as he tried to breathe. He can’t help but feel the dread he felt then, worried that Carlos would slip right through his fingers.

Itching to do something with his hands, TK starts to fiddle with the strings of his hoodie.

Carlos frowns, eyebrows knitting together. “What are you talking about?”

“You were down, and there wasn’t anything I could do. You were hurt, and I…”

“TK, look at me,” Carlos pleads.

TK slowly lifts his gaze to meet Carlos’s, and there’s so much rawness and vulnerability in those green eyes, it momentarily takes Carlos’s breath away.

“You helped me, babe, you kept me awake, you did that,” Carlos starts. “Right after it happened, all I could feel was the pain and it was so cold, but when you started speaking to me, I felt warmth, I felt it everywhere and focusing on your voice took away some of the pain. You kept me calm, you gave me strength, and you do, every day.”

Carlos reaches out for TK’s hand, and TK wastes no time in letting go of the strings and taking the offered hand.

“I was so scared, when I heard and saw the collapse,” TK sniffs.

“I know, I was scared, too,” Carlos admits. “It felt like the ground was being torn from under me, and I guess it was, but you brought me back, you gave me something to hold on to, your voice lead me back. And even after Judd and Paul got me out and on the way to the hospital, you grounded me when I was free falling.”

TK lifts their connected hands and brushes his lips against Carlos’s knuckles. “I’ll always be here for you.”

“Come here,” Carlos gently lifts his arm, an invitation for TK.

TK hesitates. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” Carlos matter of factly replies.

“Carlos…”

Carlos raises his eyebrows at TK and the paramedic knows his boyfriend isn’t taking no for an answer.

TK lightly chuckles and scoots closer to Carlos, carefully closing the gap between them without moving too much.

TK has his head settled on Carlos’s shoulder a few moments later, with his arm resting on Carlos’s thigh, avoiding having it add pressure on chest.

Carlos joins their fingers together and caresses the back of TK’s hand with his thumb, his other hand going to TK’s shoulder.

TK gazes up at Carlos and Carlos gives him a soft smile when their eyes meet.

TK leans up a little and places a kiss first to the corner of Carlos’s mouth and then another one to his lips. Carlos smiles against the kiss before returning it.

TK nuzzles against Carlos’s neck and takes a deep breath, inhaling Carlos’s mint-scented shampoo, the scent that is so Carlos, the scent that has become TK’s home.

They’re both still a little shaken from the accident, and TK knows it’s going to take a bit of time before they can completely move past it. But being curled up in Carlos’s arms, hearing his steady and strong heartbeat, TK knows they’re going to be just fine.

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Three-Point Perspective (Part 2)

Rafael Casal x Reader x Daveed Diggs

Note: Guys! When I wrote Three-Point Perspective, I wasn’t planning on adding a second part to it but the amount of support was so overwhelming that I just had to do a sequel ...And let me tell you; I am so glad you guys wanted it because this was so much fun! I have never been more challenged with a story-line, portraying emotions, changing perspectives, and just the plot in general. I have never never never changed a story-line as much as I did for this one, haha! Crazy amounts of shout-outs and thanks to my amazing mate @einfachniemand for listening to countless of ideas, for feedback on several snippets, for being supportive af, and for telling me “yeah, no, that doesn’t work. Back to the drawing board.” Thank you boo! You are amazing! A huge thanks to @theatrenerd86 for starting off this sequel by providing the settings - and for just being the most supportive human being ever! Mwah! Also a huge thanks to the rest of you for your endless support! I love this community! (Oh, and anon; thanks for the (quite old, sorry) prompt but I didn’t do it for Rafa (sorry once again)). Let me know what you guys think!

Words: 13.8K

Warnings: Oh my goodness, I don’t even wanna get started... Blood, heartbreak, angst (my three tropes)

Rafael

Rafa almost tripped over his own two feet as he stumbled over to the bar and desperately ordered a large whiskey shooter. He was having a hard time keeping calm; his heart was beating fast in his chest, his throat closing in on itself, his hairline soaked in panic-sweat. He needed to put what had just happened in the very seat he was standing in front of at a distance. His hands were still itching to punch something! He needed the fucking drink!

The bartender had barely stopped pouring Maker's Mark into a small glass before Rafa quickly grabbed it and chugged its contents down his throat, desperately trying to block out what he had just witnessed.

Your tongue in his best friend's ear.

Diggs' hand sliding up your thigh.

The sensual smile you'd worn as Diggs had whispered promising words in your ear.

"Oh god," Rafa groaned as he recalled your excited smile as his best friend had escorted you out of the bar, his hand dipping uncomfortably low on your hips.

Desperately clutching the now empty whiskey glass, Rafa tried relentlessly to push away the image of what you and Diggs probably were in the midst of doing right now. Oh shit, oh no... His chest was stinging, his stomach aching horribly at the thought of you and Diggs fucking. Oh god. He tried to shift his focus to the burning sensation down his esophagus instead and quickly ordered another shooter.

It didn't take long before the bartender had placed another glass of golden-brown liquid in front of him that he quickly downed in one go, thinking about how stupid he was for not having acted on his feelings for you earlier. He had had eight fucking years to do so after all?! Why the fuck hadn't he just pulled himself together and called you up?! He wanted to punch something! He wanted to get fucked up! He wanted to call someone and get them to deliver a big fucking bag of blow - but he settled on a third shooter.

He gulped down the whiskey as the aggression subsided and was replaced by the same type of jealousy-induced heartburn that he had felt earlier that night. Fucking Daveed Diggs and the way he always seemed to be able to wrap women around his little finger! In eight minutes, he had managed to do to you what Rafa hadn't managed to do for eight years. Fuck him!

A fourth whiskey went down Rafa's throat as the jealousy was replaced by hurtful pangs in his chest; shit it hurt to think about you and Diggs together. Rafa knew that you had had a few men in your life since the summer in the taco truck, and even though it had stung to see pictures of your romances on Instagram, it didn't hurt half as much as seeing his best friend escort you out of the bar.

He ordered another whiskey. And another one after that. And then an entire bottle of Jameson just to recall the taste of your lips that night on top of the skate ramps all those years ago. Quickly, Rafa gulped down most of the bottle, his eyes watering from the sharp taste of alcohol on his tongue, but no matter how much he drank, he still wasn't able to get image of you and Diggs out of his head. It had etched itself on the back of his eyelids, somehow becoming clearer and clearer with every gulp of fiery liquid.

It didn't take long before he had reached the half-way mark on the bottle of Jameson, completely lost in constantly checking his phone to see if you had tried to contact him to tell him that Diggs by some miracle had blown his shot. You hadn't. And even though Rafa doubted that you would, he still couldn't put the phone away.

He was fumbling about on the screen as he accidentally found Diggs' name on the list of contacts. Completely lost in contemplating whether or not he should call him up and tell him to stay the fuck away from you, he jumped a little when he suddenly felt a soft hand on his shoulder. For about a mili-second, Rafa believed that the soft touch belonged to you, but as soon as he had whipped around in his seat, he felt the disappointment cloud his mind as he was met by his make-up artist Janelle instead. "Oh, hey," he spoke in an uninterested tone of voice, his words a little slurred from the amount of whiskey he'd been drinking.

"Rafa, honey, are you okay?" She looked at him with kind eyes, "you seem a little out of it."

"I'm great," he slurred into his whiskey glass before emptying it for what felt like the 100th time that night, "I'm fucking perfect! This night's just absolutely fucking perfect."

Janelle furrowed her brows and pushed the bottle of Jameson out of Rafa's reach, "is it because of Daveed and -"

"- DON'T say her name," Rafa warned, his voice turning to a low drunk growl afterwards, "I don't want to think about it."

Janelle sat down on the empty barstool next to him and sent him a slow nod, "yeah, I was afraid this might happen..." she sighed and sent him a pitiful look.

"That what might happen?" Rafa drunkenly mumbled, trying to avoid her gaze.

"Honey... I've seen the way you look at her," Janelle whispered and reassuringly put her hand on Rafa's arm as she searched his face for any kind of affirmation. Rafa groaned and met her eyes shortly before she softly added, "- and I've seen the way Daveed looks at her too."

Rafa gulped to keep the slowly forming lump in this throat at bay, "...so you don't think it's just a one-night thing?" He croaked in a small whisper, the pain in his chest suddenly twice as hurtful as before.

Janelle shook her head slowly, shooting Rafa a careful look.

"And - uhm," Rafa cleared his throat "- do you think that - uh - she's into him as well?" He added in a whisper, his face involuntarily screwed up as he was afraid to hear the answer.

"I don't know, honey," Janelle said diplomatically and pulled him in for a tight hug, inaudibly giving away that she definitely thought so. Rafa appreciated Janelle's attempt to salvage the situation and let her comfort him for a couple of seconds before she slowly let go of him again, sending him a heartfelt look in the process. "Do you want to talk about it?" She asked.

"No..." Rafa mumbled and reached for the bottle that Janelle had pushed away moments before.

She grabbed his arm and forced it down in his lap instead, "why don't you leave the bottle and instead call it a night, boo? You've been drinking quite a lot already."

Rafa gulped a little and realised that she was right. Nothing good would come from sitting at the bar, drowning his sorrows in cheap whiskey. "Yeah," he groaned as he ran a hand through his damp hair, "yeah... You're right. Might be a good idea..."

"Go grab your jacket. I'll call you a cab, okay?"

"Thanks," Rafa mumbled before scrambling to his feet, swaying a little from side to side. He managed to balance himself and stagger over to the coat check where he retrieved his leather jacket and slowly pulled it on with great difficulty.

"I got you," Janelle was suddenly behind him, helping him pull the jacket up his arms.

"Thanks," Rafa mumbled as he pulled on the collar to rearrange the leather over his shoulders.

"You wanna say bye to the rest of the crew?" Janelle piped from behind him.

He shot a quick glance across the room and towards the table that his friends were occupying. "I better set an example," he mumbled even though he'd rather be sitting in a cab on his way home right now.

With his arm around Janelle, and her hand on his chest to steady him, Rafa walked over to his co-stars, putting up his best attempt at a cheerful smile, "I'm off guys. Have a lovely evening," he slurred drunkenly.

He thought to himself that he was doing a tremendous job of hiding away his hurt feelings until he noticed their stiff smiles. Suddenly, he realised by the sympathetic looks they were all shooting him from their seats, that they were well-aware of what was going on. Rafa quickly scanned their silent, pained faces one by one until Alessandro - one of the leads - finally spoke up, "see you Monday boss!"

Annoyed with their pitiful eyes, Rafa mumbled a, "see you Monday, bruh," and turned around, facing Janelle again as the others awkwardly looked away. It made him feel stupid.

"Cab's outside," Janelle tried to smile and pulled him in for a hug, "are you going to be okay, boo?"

"I don't know," Rafa croaked truthfully against her neck and let her pull him just a little closer.

"Call me tomorrow, okay?" She let go of him, "We'll do something fun."

"Okay," Rafa slurred, his eyes stinging as he turned away from her and towards the exit.

Slowly, he stumbled out of the bar and hopped into the yellow cab outside, closing his eyes desperately in the backseat, trying to block out any thought of you and Diggs but failing horribly. The ride home was the longest drive of Rafa's life, his thoughts sporadic and unorganised but all centred around the same thing: what would he come home to? Had you and Diggs gone to your place? Or to Diggs' place that he just happened to share with Rafa? Fuck, he almost couldn't bear the thought of coming home to meet Diggs balls deep in you on the couch. Rafa would never purposely punch Diggs, but if he came home to face that, he wasn't sure he'd be able to hold back his itching fist.

"He's your best friend," Rafa mumbled to himself as a reminder, hoping to calm himself down, "he's your best friend. He didn't know. He's innocent... - well apart from fucking your girl..."

Everything inside him was on fire.

"You alright back there, mate?" The cab driver shot Rafa a look in the rear-view mirror, apparently concerned about the whispered words, he'd heard coming from the backseat.

"Yeah," Rafa replied unenthusiastically, a little annoyed that everybody seemed to be so concerned with him - but he eventually stopped thinking out loud.

For the remainder of the trip, the driver kept his mouth shut too but annoyingly enough constantly checked in on Rafa in the rear-view mirror.

Rafa was relieved when the driver finally pulled over outside his home and paid him quickly, slamming the car door shut with much force, hoping to alleviate some of the all-consuming itch that he felt deep in his bones. Little did it help. He still wanted to punch something.

Rafa turned his attention towards the house and gave out a short sigh before he started swaying up the paved pathway in the small yard, briefly stopping before he reached the front door. He prayed that you had taken Diggs to your place and not the other way around. He couldn't handle being faced with his worst nightmare - and especially not after having had so much to drink. Right now, he couldn't account for how he'd react.

He stood with his key in hand for a while, scared of what might come, but eventually realised that he would have to go inside at some point. With a deep sigh, he slowly slid his key in the lock and turned it around, his palms sweating terribly. He felt his heart sinking down to the bottom of his stomach when the key didn't meet any kind of resistance, and he realised that the door was already unlocked.

Fuck... Diggs had taken you here.

With a burning sensation in his chest, Rafa quietly pushed open the front door and stepped inside the small hallway, closing the door behind him with a small thump. He closed his eyes and threw his head up against the wooden door, forcing himself to relax by taking three deep breaths - a technique he had learned from his mother when he had been nervous about doing spoken words for the first time at fifteen.

He focused on his breathing for a few seconds and after having exhaled a third time - already more relaxed than before - he opened his eyes and took in the room. He immediately saw that the floor of the narrow hallway was decorated with several pieces of discarded garments strewn randomly about on the stone floor.

Diggs' pants. Your dress. Your bra.

"No..." Rafa groaned quietly as he took in the pieces of clothes with a hard gulp, the tears stinging in his eyes when he realised what he was being confronted with. "No, no, no!" he buried his face in his hands and took a deep breath to get himself under control again. His entire chest was on fire, the taste of stomach acid thick on his tongue. Everything around him went quiet as he heaved in a big gulp of air, wishing that he had stayed sober tonight. This was all getting too much; he couldn't control it. He was too drunk.

He took another big gulp of air, and was just about to slowly exhale when a soft sound hit his ear canal... It was coming from the other room.

A moan.

A sweet, heartfelt, sensual moan.

From a woman - from you...

It was the result of a sincere reaction to something that had brought you immense pleasure. A moan that someone else had brought to your lips. A moan that Rafa's best friend had brought to your lips.

Fuck! The itch in his hands that he had felt for quite some time now suddenly became too much and he punched the wall hard, causing an old, framed picture of him and Diggs to fall down, the frame shattering in several pieces on the cold stone floor. He stared at the broken shards of glass for a few seconds, torturing himself by carefully listening for more of your sweet moans echoing throughout the house.

They didn't come, however. The entire house was suddenly completely silent. Thank god.

Slowly, Rafa squatted down to brush the glass-dust off your dress, the silky fabric soft between his fingertips as he pulled the dress to his chest, thinking about what it would feel like to be the one to pull it off you.

Without warning, however, the silence in the hallway was broken by another loud moan coming from Diggs' personal space and Rafa was quickly brought out of his trance. He had to get out of there! He would go to a hotel or something! Anything to get away from the sounds you were making for another man!

Slightly panicked, Rafa shuffled to get to his feet, but overbalanced and fell forwards, his left hand immediately softening the blow as a reflex. From the moment his palm hit the floor, Rafa felt a sharp pain in his hand, but didn't realise that he had cut himself before he rotated his elbow and saw the huge piece of broken glass that was prodding out of his palm. "You're kidding me," he groaned as he tried to focus on the glass shard before he grabbed it tightly and forcefully pulled it out of his skin, the warm blood immediately running down his hand as a terribly sharp pain started pulling at his fingers. "OH FUCK!" he exclaimed a little louder than he had intended to, unable to hold back in his inebriated state.

Pressing in on the wound to try and get it to stop bleeding, he hurried to the bathroom and quickly located an old towel that he wrapped tightly around his bloody hand. "Shit! Oh fuck that hurts!" He groaned loudly and slid down the wall, his ass hitting the cold floor with a small thump. He could hear hushed voices coming from Diggs' personal space next door, and he realised that he had no idea what hurt the most; the thought of you lying in there wearing nothing but your panties, or his throbbing hand that had already bled through the old towel.

"Shit," he mumbled to himself as he replaced the old piece of cloth with a clean one, "ah fuck it hurts!" He hissed and tried to push the wound shut to get it to stop bleeding. It helped for a few seconds before the gash opened back up, fresh blood spilling out again. Just looking at it made him dizzy, and he realised that he couldn't handle this on his own. He was too drunk. He needed help. Embarrassed by himself and the situation he had put himself in, he took a deep breath before calling out the name of the last person on earth he wanted to see right now, "DIGGS!"

The hushed voices from the other side of the wall died down completely. They'd heard him. Still, there was no response to his cry for help. Meanwhile, the second towel around his hand was soaked through as well. What if he was about to bleed out? What if he was spending his last moments, pathetically heartbroken on his own bathroom floor?

"DIGGS!" he tried again, this time a little more panic to his voice.

The entire house was quiet still, and Rafa listened intently for few seconds before he finally heard an angry voice calling from the other side of the wall. "WHAT?"

"Diggs, I need your help!" Rafa called back, embarrassment flooding his voice.

"I'm kind of busy in here, Rafa!" Diggs bellowed back. Rafa had never heard him sound so annoyed before.

"Come on, man... I'm serious," Rafa let out a loud groan as he took in the bloody rag that was wrapped around his hand.

He heard cursing and shuffling on the other side of the wall and a few seconds later, the door to the bathroom finally swung open, revealing a very annoyed Daveed Diggs who was trying to hide away his boxer-clad erection with the palm of his hand.

Upon seeing how Diggs was already hard and ready to fuck Rafa's girl, there was no doubt: The pain in Rafa's chest definitely exceeded the pain in his hand.

Daveed

Daveed could not believe how lucky he was! He had barely closed the front door behind him before you had pulled him in for a string of sensual kisses in the dark. His lips were moving fiercely against your warm skin, your head lolling backwards as you panted and let him press you up against the wall in the hallway. He loved the sensation of your fingers tangled in his long hair as he attacked your neck and jawline with rough, affectionate kisses. You let out a small impatient pant as he untied the bow at the side of your dress, giving himself easier access to your beautiful build underneath as the dress opened up completely.

"Fuck, you look absolutely amazing," he cupped your ass and pressed his pelvis closer to you with a groan.

Your small fingers desperately undid the buttons of his shirt and Daveed quickly shrugged it off, finally standing in front of you in nothing but his dark blue slacks. His lips quickly resumed their positions on your neck where he immediately started sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin while running his hands all over your torso.

Your fingers desperately found the button of his slacks and Daveed felt the tight sensation of his pants against his crotch disappearing slightly as you brought down the zipper and slid the slacks over his hips. Your small hand was palming him through the cotton of his boxers, and he couldn't stop the groan that fought its way all the way from his stomach and up his throat. He heard you chuckling incredulously above him as you let your dress fall to the ground before you dropped down to your knees in front of him, determinedly pulling his boxers down over his thighs.

Daveed's mind went completely blank when he felt your hand cup his balls while your wet mouth found the tip of his straining erection. Your warm breath against him had him let out an involuntary groan, and when your plump lips kissed his engorged head, the sensation sent a shiver all the way up his spine. He pulled your hair away from your face and held it in a loose ponytail on the back of your head, your eyes interlocking with his in the process. Even though you had him between your teeth, the submissive look you sent him had him feeling incredibly in control! Without giving up eye contact, you kissed his head twice before placing a long, wet lick at the tip of his erection, immediately sending hard vibrations throughout his entire body. "Fuck," he groaned and caressed the side of your face when you wrapped your lips tightly around his head, sucking a bit at the tip.

"Mmmh, pull my hair!" you panted around him and he immediately tugged on the ponytail, buckling his hips closer to your face, desperate to feel the ecstasy of warm, wet, tightness around him again. To Daveed's relief you immediately obliged and slid your lips almost all the way down to his base and back up again, releasing him with a small pop.

"Oh fuck!" He let out a groan as he looked down into your huge, submissive eyes, slowly stroking your cheek. You repeated your motions, your tongue wet and soft against him as you bopped your mouth along his length, his hips meeting you half-way, "yeah, that's it, baby, just like that," he panted softly as you kept gazing up at him, upping the tempo and bringing him all the way down your throat with a slight gag, reminding him of how big he was.

Daveed had received many blowjobs over the years but never in his life had he felt more worshipped and desired! You were massaging his balls lovingly as you brought his length down your throat, hollowing your cheeks and making him feel completely taken care of as you focused solely on his pleasure and enjoyment.

He was just about to let go and cum down your tight throat before he reminded himself that he'd have to take it easy if he wanted to last long enough to fuck you. And holy shit, how he wanted to fuck you! He knew he was very good with his hips and hands and he wanted to bring you pleasures that you'd never even dared dreaming of before.

It was hard to do, but eventually he managed to pull himself out of your wet mouth and you to your feet with a gruff, "come here!". He unclasped your bra and tossed it aside before he pushed you up against the wall, took your nipple in his mouth, and ran his fingers along your lace-covered folds. You let out a soft gasp and he repeated the motions of his fingers while attacking your neck and throat with toothy kisses. You were panting and moaning underneath him, your hand still stroking his erection lovingly.

"Okay, okay, okay, you gotta stop," he licked the shell of your ear with a low chuckle, "I still have so many things I want to do to you," he smacked your ass and you let out a small whimper when his palm came in to contact with your skin.

Slowly, you let go of him and carefully caressed his abs instead as he re-claimed your lips. The kiss was deep and soft, and it made the straining sensation in Daveed's erection even more unbearable, but he was patient enough to not touch himself.

After a few minutes of intense, passionate kissing, you pulled your face away from his and looked up at him with a dark look in your eyes, "well, are you going to do something about it? Or are you going to just leave it at talking?" You chuckled against his skin.

"Don't get cocky with me," Daveed smiled and hoisted you up in his arms. You let out a small yelp, but still threw your legs around his waist and let him carry you to his bedroom while licking his ear. He carefully positioned you with your back against the mattress of his bed and hovered above you as he put his lips to your collarbone, slowly kissing his way down between your breasts, over your stomach, and stopping when he reached the top of your panties. He sat himself down on his knees in front of you, sending you a hungry look as he ran his fingers over your body. You looked him square in the eye and raked a hand through his curls, pulling his head back slightly. The anticipating look you were sending him made his erection twitch between his legs, but he still didn't touch it. Instead, he licked his lips and kissed the laces between your legs. "I love this colour on you," he growled against the thin fabric. He could feel you shiver underneath him as he pulled the red laces down your well-shaped legs, caressing your inner thighs lovingly. "Mmh," he hummed as you spread your legs for him, your fingers still tangled in his hair. Your chest was heaving up and down in a slow, steady rhythm as he placed small kisses on your skin, his tongue just barely grazing you. He enjoyed the way you closed your eyes and dipped your head low as he repeated this motion a few times.

Slowly, he slipped his tongue inside your folds, your lips gently spreading for him as he tasted you. You gasped slightly when he reached your clit and gave it a small flick before he slowly ran his tongue over you again. You were panting above him, your fingers caressing his scalp as your face was screwed up in pleasure. Daveed couldn't look away even if he wanted to!

He caressed the back of your legs with his hands before he had his fingers join his tongue at your core. Slowly, he inserted a finger into your wet heat and was rewarded with a deep moan escaping your lips. Desperate to hear you again, he inserted yet another finger, letting his digits and tongue work in unison until you finally let out another deep moan.

He could tell you were close to letting go completely, and it was all working out so nicely, your chest heaving up and down faster and faster as you moaned loudly for him, your nails finding their way to his scalp, pulling his face closer to you - when clash!

Out of nowhere, a loud shatter was heard from somewhere in the house. It sounded like glass breaking, but Daveed was used to Rafa's clumsy ass, so he ignored what he assumed was his best friend returning home after his night out.

Daveed did, however, feel you freeze slightly underneath him, and you pulled back the moan that had been just about to escape your lips and replaced it with a, "what was that?!" a slight panic to your voice.

"Relax, it's probably just Rafa," Daveed whispered and resumed his movements.

"What's he doing here?" You panted slightly but not as sensually as before.

"He lives here," Daveed growled against your skin, annoyed by the fact that your attention was suddenly directed at his best friend instead of the very pleasurable things he knew he was doing. To make sure that you forgot about Rafa, Daveed brought out the big guns and put his lips around your clit, vibrating them while his fingers worked their way in and out of you. It worked expertly, and it didn't take him long before he'd earned himself another loud moan coming from you. You looked as if you were completely lost in the sensations, he was causing you - but not for long, because suddenly a loud "OH FUCK!" from Rafa rang throughout the house. It was followed by hurried footsteps as Rafa ran to the bathroom that was located next to Daveed's personal space.

Daveed felt you shuffle underneath him as you put your weight on your elbows and closed your legs slightly, craning your neck as you looked towards the wall that Daveed's personal space shared with the bathroom. You had a concerned look in your eyes that Daveed chose to ignore. Instead, he kept going with his fingers and tongue, but you weren't moaning anymore.

"Shit! Oh fuck that hurts!" Rafa exclaimed loudly from the other side of the wall.

"Don't you think you should go check on him?" You asked quietly, your eyes still glued to the wall.

"No," Daveed said curtly, and tried to get you to lie back down again so he could continue. You didn't budge, however. You were more interested in the loud groan that was escaping Rafa. You let out a nervous laugh as you once again heard him cuss and groan from the next room.

"Ignore him," Daveed panted as he spread your legs apart again, his tongue immediately finding your core, and he was rewarded with a gasp from you. He had just started moving his fingers inside you again when he heard Rafa call his name loudly from the other side of the wall.

"DIGGS!"

Daveed froze for about a mili-second before deciding to ignore Rafa and continue moving his fingers inside you instead.

"Go talk to him," you chuckled and raked a hand through his hair, suddenly totally unaffected by his movements,

"He can wait. I'm far too busy," Daveed let his tongue run over you again, once more losing himself in your wonderful wetness.

Rafa however, pulled him back to reality by yelling out his name a second time, "DIGGS!!" causing you to slightly close your legs one more time.

"You're kidding me..." Daveed muttered under his breath as his face was forced away from your wet centre. "WHAT?" he ended up bellowing back to his best friend on the other side of the wall.

"Diggs, I need your help!" Rafa kept calling.

"I'm kind of busy in here, Rafa!" Daveed bellowed while looking into your amused eyes.

You were chuckling slightly, "he needs you. Don't you think you better...?" You sent Daveed a charming grin while nodding towards the door, "he sounds quite drunk..."

Daveed shot you a pained look.

"Go," you chuckled, "I'll still be ready for you in here when you come back. Don't worry."

"Come on man... I'm serious," Rafa bellowed through the wall.

"I'm going to murder him for this!" Daveed groaned in an annoyed tone of voice and got up on his feet with a loud groan. He quickly located a pair of boxers and packed away his erection before storming out of the room, closing the door to his personal space shut behind him.

He found Rafa sitting up against the wall in the bathroom, his eyes swimming with alcohol. "What, bruh?!" Daveed demanded as he locked eyes with him, "what's so important that it couldn't wait until morning?"

"...Were you sleeping?" Rafa slurred while looking like a total fucking idiot as his drunk eyes scanned Daveed from head to toe.

"Of course I wasn't sleeping! I was in the middle of eating pussy when you ruined it!"

Rafa looked as if he was about to throw up, "...you're about to fuck her?" He slurred.

"Yes?! So make whatever you want to say quick, 'cause I got a soaking wet woman waiting for me on my bed!"

Rafa looked up at Daveed with a pained expression but kept his silence.

"I swear to god, if you don't speak up now and tell me what the hell made you call me out here, I'll kick your ass!"

Rafa sighed heavily, looking as if he was about to tell Daveed someone else's secret but eventually croaked, "I hurt myself," while holding up his left hand that was wrapped sloppily in a blood-soaked towel.

First then, did Daveed notice that there were several splodges of blood on the bathroom floor. It made him drop the attitude slightly, "Jesus fuck Rafa, what the hell did you do?" He groaned and crouched down next to him on the floor.

"I knocked down the frame in the hallway," Rafa slurred and let Daveed examine the deep cut in the palm of his hand, "cut myself on the glass."

"You did a thorough job," Daveed mumbled with a sigh as he lifted the towel to check out the gash that was still bleeding heavily, "come here, run some water on it. I'll find some bandages." Daveed turned on the faucet and helped Rafa find his balance as he quickly pulled him to his feet. He could tell that Rafa was struggling to stand still as he swayed back and forth while leaning in over the sink, playing a bit with the jet of water. Daveed sent him an annoyed glance; he did not have time for this! "How much did you have to drink after I left?" he asked, the irritation practically oozing out of him as he looked for the first-aid kit in one of the cabinets.

"I dunno," Rafa mumbled sleepily as he watched the water clean the blood away from his hand, "a lot?"

"Yeah, so I'd guessed," Daveed mumbled to himself as he located the first aid kit and quickly pulled out a couple of rolls of gauze. "Come over here," he urged Rafa to sit down on the edge of the tub next to him.

Rafa gave out a small grunt and turned off the water, before turning towards Daveed with lazy movements. Daveed had to bite his tongue to avoid telling Rafa to hurry the fuck up!

Rafa's ass had barely touched the white ceramic of the tub's edge before he lost his balance and vigorously swayed back and forth a few times, finally catching himself by throwing his hand up against the sink, leaving bloody handprints all over the bathroom in the process.

"Jesus Christ, Rafa!" Daveed groaned, he did not want to deal with Rafa's drunk ass right now, "look, I'll help you with your hand but I'm not cleaning up out here!" He said harshly.

"Then don't!" Rafa muttered as he slowly slid down to the floor with a loud groan, sending Daveed and irritated look in the process.

"Come on; give me your hand," Daveed demanded, determined to be done as fast as possible so he could get back to you.

Rafa held out his arm and Daveed rotated it to look for more injuries and noticed that Rafa had bruised his knuckles quite badly too, "...have you been in a fight?" He furrowed his brows.

"Just fix my hand, okay?!" Rafa shot Daveed an annoyed look, "Make it stop bleeding!" He slurred and gestured to the blood that was already dripping from his fingertips again.

Daveed gave out an irritated grunt as he started wrapping Rafa's bloody hand in gauze, "sit still!!"

"Oh fuck," Rafa groaned as Daveed slowly draped the gauze over the sensitive wound, "fuck it hurts."

"Quit your whining!"

There was a knock on the bathroom door and Daveed slowly looked up from Rafa's bloody hand and towards the door instead. You were poking in your head, looking curiously at what the two men were doing, your hair a big mess. "Is everything alright in here?" You asked carefully as you stepped inside, tugging on the oversized shirt you'd put on to cover up your naked body.

"Rafa cut himself - and apparently he's too drunk to handle it alone," Daveed rolled his eyes so Rafa couldn't see. He registered your amused smile just before he turned back to the hand in his lap, immediately noticing the small change in Rafa's flexibility as opposed to before you had stepped in. His fingers had somehow gone weirdly stiff, and by further inspection, Daveed realised that Rafa's entire body was suddenly tense, the muscles in his jaw continuously flexing and relaxing, flexing and relaxing. Still, Rafa didn't bat an eyelid, he didn't even emit a single sound. He was just silently staring at you, his eyes going up and down your front, his breathing hard and heavy. Daveed shot him a weird look out the corner of his eye. What the fuck was going on with him? He had definitely had too much to drink...

"'s that my shirt?" Rafa slurred to you as he took in your attire.

Daveed briefly looked up at you and realised that the oversized t-shirt you were wearing were indeed Rafa's favourite Raiders shirt that Daveed had borrowed the other day. Rafa had a weird look on his face, and it looked as if he was about the say something crude to you, so to diffuse the situation, Daveed spoke: "let it go, bruh," he said in an uninterested tone of voice before he quietly turned back to wrapping the bleeding hand. Why the fuck would Rafa care if you were wearing his t-shirt or not?? He didn't mind Daveed wearing it.

"Oh..." he heard you say softly from the doorframe, "Raiders... I'm sorry. I didn't realise."

"Yeah, no. Don't be," Rafa said softly and Daveed was just about to give his best friend a mental pad on the back for having enough sense to bring his attitude around so quickly, but then he added an "- it looks good on you!" in a flirty voice that vexed Daveed so much that he felt a slow anger bubble in his chest. He let go of the bleeding hand and straightened his back as he looked over at Rafa with a hard look. He could not believe that Rafa had the nerve - the audacity! - to act so disrespectfully! What the fuck had gotten into him?! He had been a huge cock-block to you and Daveed and now he found it suitable to be flirting with you???

Daveed had to take a deep breath to calm himself down, in the meantime reminding himself that Rafa was drunk as fuck and probably not even aware that his words could be misinterpreted as more than just friendly... Therefore, he purposely ignored his best friend's impudent behaviour and instead made sure to keep his eyes down low so he could concentrate fully on wrapping up the bleeding hand, determined get the fuck out of there as fast as possible so he could get back to slipping you his famous techniques.

The wound in the palm of Rafa's hand was still bleeding quite heavily, and it didn't take Daveed long to realise that he needed more gauze to make the blood stop dripping onto the floor. "Shit," he muttered under his breath and looked over at you, "baby, can you get me more gauze out of the cabinet?"

You whipped your gaze away from Rafa's face, your eyes immediately finding Daveed's. The look in your eyes instantly shifted from something that Daveed couldn't quite place to soft and cute, a small goofy smile slowly erupting on your lips as you scanned his face. You didn't say anything, just sent him a curt nod before you quietly turned to the cabinet, looking for the first-aid kit on the bottom shelf. As you bent over in front of him, your t-shirt rode up high and Daveed got a beautiful glimpse of the red laces under the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing. Your panties were hugging your ass nicely, and for a moment, he forgot about the bleeding limb in his hand - all he could think about was touching you again! He wanted to snap the useless piece of fabric between your legs in two and delve his tongue into your wet heat, bringing you untold pleasu- ...he suddenly felt Rafa's fingers do a small involuntary twitch in his lap and he realised that his best friend was checking you out too, his mouth hanging slightly open, his eyes glued to your ass.

What the fuck was the matter with him? Had the roles been reversed, Daveed would never have checked out Rafa's girl!

Angry with his best friend, Daveed gave Rafa's arm a small smack while sending him a threatening look, daring him to keep staring at your ass. When his and Rafa's eyes interlocked, Rafa's face curled up in a sour expression but he quickly fixated his gaze on the floor in front of him instead, probably realising that Daveed could knock him out easily.

Meanwhile, completely innocent and oblivious to what had just happened behind your back, you stood up straight and handed Daveed two extra rolls of gauze before resuming your position in the doorway.

Apparently, Rafa had learnt absolutely nothing from Daveed's silent threats and immediately went back to staring at you again. Daveed contemplated shooting Rafa a verbal threat as well but decided against it when he realised how absolutely pathetic his best friend looked. He was drunk as fuck, his eyes all foggy and glossy. Daveed would confront him about his disrespectful behaviour tomorrow.

Still, the fact that Rafa was staring intensely at you while you were only wearing the slightly oversized t-shirt and your beautiful, beautiful panties underneath, made Daveed uncomfortable as fuck, so he worked double speed on Rafa's hand to get you away from the bathroom faster. Luckily, with the fresh supply of gauze from you, it only took him a few more minutes before he was done with the wrapping, a sigh of relief travelling through his body as he finally let go of Rafa's injured hand.

The tension in the bathroom could be cut with a knife and Daveed took a deep breath to calm himself down before breaking the silence by saying, "Look, I can bandage this to keep it from bleeding all over, but you need to go to the hospital for stitches or something."

"Mmh," Rafa grunted beside him, clearly not pleased with the situation. His eyes were glued to you, and he was wearing a certain hungry look on his face as he drank you in - and Daveed realised that Rafa definitely was aware of what signals he was sending.

What the hell was going on inside his pea-sized, idiot brain? Did he want Daveed to punch him? Daveed was just about to grab him by the collar when he heard you piping from the doorframe, "...I can take you."

...what? Daveed immediately turned his attention to you and saw the soft look you were sending Rafa as you continued, "I can drive. I almost didn't drink tonight."

What?! You liked Rafas stares?!

"You'd - you'd do that?" he heard Rafa whisper from beside him, a soft smile erupting on his best friend's lips.

Daveed didn't like it. He thought to himself that it looked as if the two of you had developed a secret language in the time it had taken him to wrap Rafa's hand. What the hell had he missed out on?

"Of course," you nodded slowly, your eyes still interlocking with Rafa's, "Let me just grab some pants, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," Rafa whispered, a hopeful look on his face, "thanks."

What the fuck was going on between you two?

Daveed watched you send Rafa a small smile, your face flushed. The sexual tension was thick between the two of you, and Daveed felt the jealousy burn in his chest as neither of you were looking away from the other. How the fuck dare Rafa flirt with the girl that he had brought home?! How dare he send you those hungry looks?! It was itching in Daveed's hands to do something about the long, continuous gaze between you and in his frustration, he curled his fingers and accidentally pressed on Rafa's wound, making him hiss in pain as he shot back an angry look. Daveed was far too busy looking over at you, however. You finally had your attention directed at him - and not Rafa - your eyes huge and doe-like, looking as if you'd just woken up from a trance. He shot you a look as if to say 'what the fuck is going on?' and you gulped guiltily.

Suddenly realising that he finally had the full attention of both you and Rafa, Daveed spoke up in a voice that was much more strained than he had intended, "Nope! Not gonna happen! Uh-uh, absolutely no fucking way," he shot his best friend a hard look, "Rafa you can take a cab!" he turned his attention back to you, "Baby go back to bed, I'll be there in a second!"

He noticed your eyes skating between his own face and Rafa's and he sternly let out a "he'll take the cab, okay!" He didn't like the way you were looking at each other, and he still very much intended on fucking you tonight no matter how big of a cock-block Rafa was being!

He was trying to catch your eye, but you had your gaze firmly placed on Rafa again, seemingly unable to look away. Daveed noticed how you let out a small gulp as Rafa shot you a careful nod as if giving you permission to leave.

What the hell was going on????

He also noticed the long glance the two of you shared before you gently closed the door behind you as you exited the bathroom.

What! The! Fuck!

Daveed felt his chest bubbling over. He had never felt this way towards Rafa before, but his best friend had never looked more punchable! Automatically, his fingers once more pressed in hard on Rafa's wound.

"Ah! Dude what the fuck!" Rafa yelped loudly.

"What the fuck was that all about?" Daveed spat, "you're flirting with my girl!"

"She's not your girl just because you brought her home for one night, Diggs!" Rafa hissed angrily through gritted teeth.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Daveed felt as if his eyes were bulging out of his skull, "She's crazy about me! You should've seen the way she was begging for it at the bar!"

"Yeah, I saw everything," Rafa said slowly with anger in his eyes, a low growl to his voice as he drunkenly staggered to his feet, "I saw exactly how you swooped in and thought you could erase eight years of history between me and her!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Daveed hissed before his voice turned to frustrated yelling, "Rafa, you have no history with her!" he too stood up, so they were eye to eye, "you made out with her once eight years ago and now no one else is allowed to touch her?! If you wanted a shot with her, you should have done something ages ago!"

"I did do something ages ago! I kissed her!"

"Yeah! And then you had eight years of nothing! You didn't even talk to her! How the fuck was I supposed to know that you wanted to kiss her again???"

"You could have asked me!" Rafa yelled frustratedly.

"I could have asked you?! Come on, man!! You're thirty-three years old for fucks sake! If you wanted something to happen with her, you should've engaged yourself!"

"I was planning on doing so tonight!" Rafa hissed angrily, "and she would've said yes if it hadn't been for you!"

"No she wouldn't!" Daveed was minutes away from pulling out his own hair. How could Rafa be so thick?! "Don't you think that something would've happened by now if you both wanted it so badly?"

"Did you not see how she was eye-fucking me just now?" Rafa yelled angrily, sending Daveed a hard look.

Daveed let out a low growl, "yeah, meanwhile I was minutes away from actually fucking her! If she really wanted you, don't you think she would've given you more signals than a few pitiful looks because you're drunk and hurt? She doesn't want you, man!!"

"Fuck you!!!" Rafa spat angrily and shoved Daveed in the chest causing him to stagger backwards as he was pushed out of balance.

"What the fuck's the matter with you!" Daveed spat as he took a step closer to Rafa, balling up his fists and sending him a threatening look, "you really want me to beat you up?"

"Do whatever the fuck you want with me as long as you stay away from her!" Rafa yelled and gave Daveed another hard shove in the chest. His eyes were bloodshot and Daveed had never seen him this angry before.

"What the fuck's gone into you?" He yelled louder than before, "she clearly doesn't want you! Why can't you just let her go?!"

"Because I'm in love with her!" Rafa yelled loudly, spit flying everywhere. His eyes were huge and aggressive.

Daveed took a step backwards and stared at his panting best friend as his angry words sank in. Rafa's nostrils were flared, and it looked as if he was about to punch Daveed in the face.

...Rafa was in love with you? Daveed could punch himself! Why hadn't he seen it before? Of course Rafa was in love with you... He took a deep breath to calm himself down before he quietly spoke: "Yes - well I'm crazy about her too..."

Rafa was still panting heavily, his nostrils still flared as he shot Daveed a hard look - but he didn't say anything.

They had feelings for the same girl... Daveed frustratedly pinched the bridge of his nose as the realisation sank in; a girl had come between them. How high school... "Shit," he said quietly, "what do we do now?"

Rafa shot him a dark look and answered immediately: "you back down!" he said harshly but not as aggressively as before.

"I'm not going to back down, Rafa," Daveed answered him quietly. He full-on intended on making you his no matter what Rafa's feelings were.

"I've been in love with her for eight years!" Rafa spat angrily but he had stopped yelling, "You have for eight minutes! Don't you think it's more fair that you let me have a shot?!"

Daveed was getting more and more frustrated by the second but was happy that Rafa had chosen to use those exact words: "Exactly Rafa! You had eight years! You sat on your hands for eight years and you expect her to come running to you now? You expect me to let you have a shot? You've had millions of opportunities to do something!"

Rafa's face was still wild but his tone of voice was quiet and determined: "you saw the look she just sent me!" he said darkly.

Daveed had to give it to him; the way you'd been staring at Rafa had confused him too: "Listen, I don't know what the fuck that was, but if she had any feelings for you at all, why would she go home with me?" He said quietly, "why would she take off her clothes for me and not you?"

Rafa shook his head back and forth as if refusing to believe the argument, "No..." he croaked, "please don't say it like that, man..."

"Bruh..." Daveed sighed, "I'm sorry it is this way, but I don't know what else to tell you." He felt bad for Rafa but he wasn't going to back down. No chance.

"Please don't fuck her," Rafa pleaded quietly. His heart obviously broken.

"You know I'm not going to guarantee you that..."

"Just... Let me talk to her first."

"What do you expect to gain from that?"

"She wants to talk to me too..."

"Maybe - but it won't go your way. She's lying naked in my bed right now! She made her decision, bruh."

Rafa looked pained. He was clutching his chest with his eyes screwed shut, a small tear rolling down his cheek, "fuck!" he quietly worded before he fell to his knees in front of the toilet and threw up.

You

"I'm going to murder him for this!" Daveed pulled himself away from you and on to his feet, desperately looking around the room for something to wear. He finally pulled out a pair of clean boxers from his closet, pulled them on, and hurried out of the bedroom to see what was going on with Rafa. He had sounded very drunk and even though you had been slightly amused by his constant swearing throughout the house, the sound of glass smashing combined with his drunk cries for help, had also left you a bit nervous that something serious might've happened to him. What if he had cut himself badly and Daveed couldn't handle it alone? Rafa was your friend too after all. You had to make sure everything was all right with him.

Quickly, you jumped from Daveed's bed, pulled on your panties, and looked around the room for something to wear that could cover your body as your own dress had been discarded during the make-out session in the hallway. You quickly located a black t-shirt that was casually thrown over a chair in the corner of the room and pulled it over your head, grateful that it covered you all the way down to the top of your thighs. Ready to leave Daveed's bedroom, and with your hand already on the doorknob, you took a brief look at yourself in the mirror to make sure you were decent. You tried padding down your messy sex-hair but the sound of Rafa hissing in pain from the other room had you abandon any thought of trying to fix your looks - Rafa's injuries seemed much more urgent. Forcing your eyes away from your own reflection, you opened the door to the hallway instead and listened for their voices.

"Just fix my hand, okay?! Make it stop bleeding!" you heard Rafa slur from the room next door. He was clearly very drunk.

"Sit still!!" Daveed growled.

It sounded as if they had the situation under control and you were just about to go back to Daveed's bed and wait for him there when you heard Rafa exclaim, "Oh fuck! Fuck it hurts!"

It made you do a U-turn on your heel and you decided to check in on the two men to see if they were in need of any extra help. Softly, you knocked on the door but didn't listen for an answer as you immediately poked in your head and took in the scene in the small bathroom: the two men were sitting next to each other; Daveed on the edge of the bathtub with Rafa's bloody hand in his lap while Rafa was splayed on the floor looking very drunk. Both of them were looking directly up at you with equally soft expressions on their faces. Daveed's eyes were loving as he silently apologised for having to help his best friend clean up. Rafa, on the other hand, was staring up at you with a sorrowful look on his pale face, his eyes huge and red-rimmed, his Adam's apple bouncing up and down in his throat as he gulped hard.

The tension between them was thick, the air cold. Both of them clearly equally annoyed with the other.

"Is everything alright in here?" You asked quietly as you pushed open the door and stepped inside, tugging on your t-shirt to prevent it from riding up.

"Rafa cut himself..." Daveed rolled his eyes so only you could see before he continued, "- and apparently he's too drunk to handle it alone," he shot Rafa an annoyed sideway-glance before he turned his attention to the gauze and Rafa's blood-covered hand in his lap.

You watched Rafa send Daveed an equally irritated glance, looking as if he was biting his tongue to keep himself from retorting something nasty. He had probably already realised that he needed Daveed's help to get the wound to stop bleeding and that he wouldn't get it by being crass. So instead, Rafa silently let Daveed wrap his hand as his eyes slowly found yours, his expression immediately changing from annoyed to soft.

You sent him a small reassuring smile and a goofy expression emerged on his drunk face when he happily reciprocated it. You let out a small laugh at his expression and he blinked a few times, looking as if he was saving the sound on his mental hard drive. His foggy eyes were softly gazing up at you with a soulful look, and he looked drunk but cute as he took you in, a weird undertone in his gaze that you couldn't quite place. It was a look that you recognised from somewhere, but not from him - from someone else. You scanned his face one more time, raking your brain to find out from where you knew the gaze, he was sending you, but it wasn't immediately clear. Suddenly however, you realised that it was the same look that Daveed had sent you several times over the last couple of weeks. It was a look of longing.

Softly, you cocked your head at him, and he sent you a small, sad smile in return, his green eyes kindly taking in your face before they travelled down your body, ultimately landing on your chest. You immediately folded your arms, and he looked back up into your eyes, your eyebrows now arched in an unimpressed manner, silently tell him that he'd been caught staring red-handed. His face screwed up in a painful expression and he paled a bit before he quietly slurred, "'s that my shirt?".

Unaware of what he was talking about, you looked towards the mirror above the sink on the opposite side of the bathroom wall, and when you caught your own reflection, you realised that he hadn't been staring at your chest. He'd been staring at the logo on the t-shirt. The Raiders logo - his football team. You weren't wearing Daveed's shirt. You were wearing Rafa's.

You'd seen him in it multiple times - hell, he'd even worn it the night you'd kissed on top of the skate ramps. You remembered because every so often your mind wandered back to that night. Played it on repeat. Rafa's hand on your thigh as Stevie Nicks' voice rang in the background. Your tongues intertwining. The stubble on his chin soft between your fingertips. The scent of his warm cologne. The thought of your passionate kiss that summer night eight years ago was enough to make a warm feeling appear in your stomach.

Still looking at yourself in the mirror, you let your arms drop to the side and took in your own reflection. The t-shirt was a few sizes too big for you and it covered you like a short dress, just barely reaching below the red panties you were wearing underneath. The Raiders logo took up most of the front of the shirt and the logo curved nicely along your breasts and waistline, making the oversized men's shirt actually look as if it'd been tailored to you. You liked this look. You actually looked good in Rafa's t-shirt.

From far away you heard Daveed's voice, "let it go, bruh," and it pulled you back to reality.

"Oh... Raiders..." you said quietly, unable to pry your eyes away from the way the t-shirt was hugging your curves. No wonder Rafa was staring at you. You had gone home with his roomie, yet you'd put on his shirt - and you even looked good in it. "I'm sorry. I didn't realise," you croaked.

Rafa was looking as if he was thinking about the same thing as you, and for a second you were afraid that he might get angry about the fact that Daveed's flirt was wearing his beloved Raiders t-shirt, but he just softly said, "yeah, no. Don't be. It looks good on you..."

You didn't react to his words but merely stared at yourself in the mirror as the memories of your Tacos Locos summer once more flooded your mind - and you slowly felt a dull ache in your chest when you looked back at Rafa's pained expression and realised that maybe there was a reason for his look of longing, his quiet, pained reaction to seeing you half-naked in his shirt when you'd gone home with his best friend. He probably wasn't as cool with you and Daveed as Daveed had let on. Maybe your suspicion about why Rafa had invited you to join his production was right after all...

Oh no.

The thought of kissing Rafa again had grazed your mind several times in the period of time between his phone call offering you the job, and your first day on set where you'd been introduced to his best friend for the first time. Daveed, however, had immediately pushed every sensual thought of Rafa out of your head and had instead replaced them with unholy thoughts about himself. The sexual attraction that you had felt towards Daveed for the past month was insane and you were definitely crazy about him! ...Still, you wondered if he was the type of man, you'd still fantasise about eight years after having shared a passionate kiss in the dark. The same way you so often had found yourself fantasising about Rafa.

...had you just made a huge mistake?

Rafa's cheeks paled considerably as his gaze constantly shifted between your face and the Raiders logo. He was clearly affected by the fact that you were wearing his shirt and nothing else, and it looked as if he was having a hard time sitting still. The tender yet hurtful look he sent you made you feel horrible about yourself and all the decisions that had led to this exact moment. What if things had been different back in the taco truck eight years ago? What if he had actually taken you home after one of your late nights out? And what if Daveed hadn't been so persistent in hooking up with you over the last couple of weeks? If he hadn't been so smooth and charming, would he still have been able to swoop in right before Rafa? Or would you eventually have gone home with Rafa instead?

Would it feel more right to be sleeping in Rafa's bed tonight?

Oh no...

"Shit!" Daveed's voice brought you back from your panicky train of thought. You looked over at him, his face sweet and innocent as he was helping his best friend recover, and you realised: no, it wouldn't feel more right to be sleeping in Rafa's bed tonight. But it would feel just as right as sleeping in Daveed's.

"Baby, can you get me more gauze out of the cabinet?" he continued.

Baby. It had slipped out of him. He hadn't even realised it... The caring, handsome man in front of you had called you baby and you couldn't help but send him a small smile as it had made you soft. You were baby to him.

Rafa had a reaction to the pet name too: he looked as if he was about to murder Daveed.

Desperately trying to untangle yourself from the situation you had put yourself in, you turned over to the cabinets and pulled out more gauze, promptly handing it over to Daveed before resuming your position in the doorframe.

Immediately, you and Rafa went back to staring at each other again, both unable to look away. The looks he was sending you were deep and longing, his eyes pained as he grew more and more tense with each passing second. He looked as if he wanted to touch you, to kiss you, to hold you tight. Shit.

Your eyes were flickering fast between the two men: both of them sweet and handsome. Both of them crazy about you. You couldn't decide whether or not you had made a mistake by choosing to go home with Daveed tonight.

Daveed broke the tension in the small bathroom when he in an irritated tone of voice said, "Look, I can bandage this to keep it from bleeding all over, but you need to go to the hospital for stitches or something."

Rafa let out a small grunt without looking away from you. It looked as if he wanted to tell you something but was unable to with Daveed being present. It was heart-breaking.

You liked Daveed very much but realised that you had to talk to Rafa as well. You had to hear what he had to say, "...I can take you," you piped up in a voice that was weirdly nervous, "I can drive. I almost didn't drink tonight."

"You'd - you'd do that?" Rafa said in a whisper and sent you a warm look.

"Of course," you nodded slowly, suddenly desperate to talk to him, to hear his thoughts, "Let me just grab some pants, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. Thanks," Rafa said quietly, his pained expression now completely replaced by a hopeful one.

Daveed had definitely noticed that something was going on with you because the annoyance was practically seeping out of him though he was trying his best to keep calm. He did something to Rafa's hand that had Rafa hissing in pain and shooting Daveed an angry look with his lips pressed together in a thin, white line.

Your eyes whipped over to Daveed as well. He was sending you a hurt look that said 'what the fuck are you doing?' and you gulped guiltily. Had he realised that you were unsure about what to do with the two men in front of you?

"Nope!" Daveed said loudly, shaking his head vigorously, "Not gonna happen. Uh-uh, absolutely no fucking way. Rafa you can take a cab!" he shot Rafa a hard look before he turned back to you, his eyes soft, but his voice full of irritation, "Baby, go back to bed, I'll be there in a second!"

There it was again. Baby. You looked into Daveed's soft brown eyes that were looking pleadingly back at you, your knees immediately weak. Slowly, you let your gaze wander a bit to the left and met Rafa's huge green eyes too. They also made you feel incredibly soft.

Daveed noticed your gaze drifting over to Rafa and harshly interjected, "he'll take a cab, okay!"

Rafa sent you a slight nod as if to say that it was alright for you to leave, and that he could handle Daveed and his bleeding hand on his own. Meanwhile Daveed was staring at his best friend with a murderous look in his eyes. You realised that they had to resolve some stuff too, so even though it hurt in your chest, you slowly turned away from the two men, and walked back to Daveed's bedroom. Just before the door to the bathroom closed behind you, you heard the beginning of an argument between the two friends: "Ah! Dude what the fuck!" Rafa yelped loudly.

To which Daveed angrily responded with a "What the fuck was that all about? You're flirting with my girl!" It was more a statement than a question.

You sat awkwardly on Daveed's bed, unsure of what to do now. Daveed had noticed the long looks between you and Rafa. Shit. Even though you hadn't intended it, you had still managed to turn them against each other.

You could hear their angry voices from the other side of the wall, but you didn't want to listen in on their private conversation, so you put your fingers in your ears. Their shouted words were not meant for you. It was a desperate conversation between two best friends, and even though you could've easily followed their screaming match, it didn't seem right to do so. Desperately, you pressed in on your ear canal and started humming softly to tune out most of their angry words. Still, snippets of their loud conversation penetrated your ears.

"Rafa, you have no history with her!" Daveed was yelling before Rafa's voice was heard a few seconds later: "Did you not see how she was eye-fucking me just now?" followed a little while later by a loud "Fuck you!" from Rafa and an angry "you really want me to beat you up?" from Daveed. They kept yelling loudly at each other, but you tried not to decipher their angry words as you found them private. There was a reason why they had sent you out of the bathroom after all.

After a few minutes, their angry yells finally died down completely and were instead replaced by muffled words in normal voices that you couldn't make out even if you tried. You slowly removed your fingers from your ears, instead burying your face in your hands, angry with yourself for having let it come to this.

Their muffled voices could be heard for a few seconds before the sound was disrupted by someone retching.

One of them was throwing up, the other completely silent. You listened intently for a few seconds to see if you could make out who was throwing up, hoping that the other would say some words of comfort, but neither of them spoke, and after about a minute of silence, you heard footsteps approaching the room you were lying in. The doorknob twisted and Daveed entered the room slowly, his eyes full of pain as he took you in. He sat down on the bed next to you, panting hard, obviously very upset about the entire situation. It hurt seeing him like this. And it hurt thinking about Rafa lying alone in the bathroom. You dried an annoying tear away from your cheek and just barely managed to reset your face before Daveed looked up at you with a sad smile. You did your best to look casual as if you hadn't got the faintest idea of what their screaming match had been about. You acted as if wearing Rafa's shirt meant nothing. Seeing his pained expression had done nothing. Hearing him sob in the bathroom made you feel no ways.

"Everything okay?" You asked Daveed carefully.

"Yeah," he grunted.

"How about Rafa?" you said quietly. Even the sound of his name hurt in your chest.

"He's..." Daveed's words died in his throat as he frustratedly buried his face in his hands with a deep sigh.

You gulped, "is he okay alone out there?"

"Can we please not talk about Rafa right now?" he said slowly.

"Yeah..." you nodded quietly, "come here," you folded your arms around his chest, hugging him tight. He pulled you on top of him and hugged you back, his strong arms squeezing you, bringing you comfort as if he knew what you were going through as well. You sat like this for a few seconds, your arms wrapped tightly around each other comforting the broken feeling you both felt in your chests until his lips slowly found their way to your neck, leaving sweet, sensual kisses to the side of your throat.

"Look," you said quietly, pulling yourself away from him and looking into his chocolate brown eyes, "it's not that I don't enjoy this, but I just think it's for the best if I go home."

"What? No?" Daveed looked up at you with a pained expression, "come on, we can't let Rafa ruin our night," he groaned and moved closer to you but suddenly paused, "unless you don't want to of course. I don't want to force you into anything," he looked carefully at you and you understood why. He wanted to make sure that you were comfortable with the decision you were making. Comfortable with him.

It made you realise that the fact that you were lying in Daveed's bedroom half-naked, meant that you had made your choice long ago. You needed to stick with it.

"Yeah, okay," you said and moved your lips close to his, kissing him softly.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me," he groaned against your lips and you felt him breathe a sigh of relief as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He quickly pulled Rafa's t-shirt over your head, and harshly threw it onto the ground next to the bed. You couldn't help but think of the symbolics in his heated gesture.

His warm hands immediately found your breasts and he started running his fingers over your nipples with a low growl. You enjoyed the confident, hungry look he sent you as you were once again bare-chested in front of him. He moved his face closer to yours, "I still fully intent on making you feel good and make you let loose a little," he repeated his words from earlier that evening with a smile and carefully pushed you down on the bed, a warm shiver travelling up your spine with his words and movements. He hovered above you before his lips started pressing small, peppered kisses to the side of your throat, his one hand running down your stomach and dipping down between your legs, making you gasp softly. His lips moved over your collarbone and down between the valley of your breasts, taking one of your nipples in his mouth, and making you arch your back against him, as you felt his erection pressed up between your legs. He groaned as he pushed his boxer-clad erection closer to you, looking down at you with an erotic spark in his eye. Your fingers found his soft hair and you raked a hand through his curls and reciprocated the look he was sending you; dark and sensual.

You were both getting lost in the sensations you were causing each other when you were interrupted by the sound of Rafa retching and his heart-breaking sobs from the next room. It made your stomach ache horribly and you interrupted the kiss with Daveed, looking towards the wall to the bathroom instead. "I'm sorry, I can't just leave him alone with that..."

"What? You're not serious?" He looked at you with a disappointed look on his face.

"Listen to him," you said softly, as Rafa let out another heartbroken sob.

"He'll be fine," Daveed responded harshly before he resumed kissing your throat.

You pulled your face away from him, raking a hand through his hair one more time, "he's your best friend. Do you really want him to be alone right now? He sounds so heartbroken."

"Trust me - you do not want to deal with him right now."

Rafa retched loudly.

"I'm sorry," you kissed Daveed briefly, "but I have to make sure he's okay. I'll be back in a second."

Daveed let out an irritated grunt but eventually let go of you so you could crawl down from his lap. You quickly found the Raiders t-shirt on the floor and pulled it over your head, exiting the bedroom in a swift motion.

You knocked quietly on the door to the bathroom and found Rafa lying on the floor next to the toilet sobbing quietly. "Rafa, honey, are you okay?" you said softly as you sat down next to him and carefully put your hand on his chest.

He took a deep breath and looked up at you with wet eyes. The gaze he sent you was bloodshot, but he wasn't as pale as before. Throwing up some of the alcohol had definitely done him some good. "Hey," he whispered in a raspy voice as he put his good hand on top of yours, closing his eyes again taking three deep breaths. You noticed that he didn't answer your question.

As you pulled your hand away from his chest to fix him a glass of water, he groaned at the lack of touch and sat up straight, sleepily resting his head on the edge of the tub, looking at you with tired, sad eyes.

"Are you done throwing up?" you asked him as you handed him the glass.

He took a big gulp and nodded "I think so... Listen, can we talk?"

You sent him a small smile, "tomorrow, okay?" you didn't want to cause him anymore heartbreak tonight, "let's get you to bed," you held out your hand.

"Yeah, okay..." he took your hand and let you pull him to his feet. He was still very drunk, so you had to help him with his balance, your arm tightly wrapped around his waist, "come here," you chuckled and walked him to his room with his arm draped over your shoulder. As soon as you entered his personal space, he threw himself down on the bed with a loud groan.

"You're not going to disrobe?" you chuckled at him.

"Yeah, no... I don't care right now," he said and closed his eyes, "I just want to sleep... Let this absolute shit night be over."

You guiltily shook your head and forcefully pulled off his Chelsea boots and socks.

"Are you trying to get me naked?" He joked sleepily from the bed; his eyes closed.

"I'm trying to get you comfortable," you chuckled, "you have to take off your shirt and pants yourself."

Rafa groaned but sat up straight before he pulled his shirt over his head. His eyes were still closed, and his long hair was falling in unruly strands around his face. He looked exhausted as he undid the button on his pants and slid them off himself, plumping down on the bed afterwards.

"You don't think I'll bleed to death, do you?" he groaned and lifted his bandaged hand a little.

"I'm absolutely positive you won't," you chuckled at him, "if it's still bleeding tomorrow, I'll take you to the hospital, okay?"

"Okay, can't wait," he smiled sleepily and gave out a quiet snore as if he'd briefly fallen asleep. He was lying flat on his back which gave you time to study the tattoos he had on his chest and forearms. Some of them you didn't like, others were beautiful. He had one on his pec that you'd never seen before.

"If I love you, I have to make you conscious of the things you don't see," you read out loud, looking at his chest.

Even though Rafa had his eyes closed and looked as if he was just about to fall asleep again, he knew what you were talking about and softly tapped the tattoo he had on his pec, "that's right," he slurred with a small smile. For the first time since he'd cut himself, he looked as if he was peaceful, and you tugged one of his long strands of blonde hair away from his eyes and behind his ear instead. Your fingers lingered on his cheek for a second and he kissed your palm with a small hum, "that means that I have to make you conscious of the things you don't see," he whispered before he drifted off completely.

"Alright Rafa," you chuckled quietly as you ran your fingers through his soft hair. He had started breathing heavily, already fast asleep, "thanks for explaining the words of your tattoo with the exact same words!" You got up from the bed and quietly closed the door behind you as you walked out into the hallway.

You'd only walked a few steps towards Daveed's room when the meaning behind Rafa's sentence hit you and you froze in place. Inside your head, the written words of the tattoo and Rafa's whispered words played on repeat. He hadn't explained the tattoo to you. He had told you that he loved you.

He loved you. Rafa was in love with you.

And you were walking towards the bedroom of his best friend. You turned your head slightly, looking towards Rafa's room. Should you go back to him? Or continue to Daveed? You were completely frozen in time, desperately looking between the two bedroom doors on either side of the bathroom in the hallway, realising that even though you might have been lying naked in Daveed's arms only minutes before, Rafa's words hurt so much in your chest that your decision-making was far from over.

Rafa's room was to the left. He had just confessed his feelings for you. Or, he didn't just have feelings for you; he was in love with you. Probably had been since your summer together in the taco truck. You wouldn't say that you were in love with him, but there was definitely raw, heated attraction towards him on your part as well, or you wouldn't still be thinking about your drunk kiss in the dark eight years ago, the way he was always able to make you laugh, his soft, green eyes. It hurt in your chest to think about how you'd potentially wasted eight years without him by your side. If you went to him, you'd either finally be able to stop thinking of him as 'the one who got away' and actually engage in something romantic with him - or you'd see that eight years of absence might have grown the heart so fond that you had put him on a pedestal that he couldn't live up to.

Daveed's room was to the right. He was waiting for you in there, probably ready to fuck you so good that you wouldn't be able to remember your own name. The preview he'd given you earlier tonight had definitely shown you that he was able to bring all your sexual fantasies to life! And you had craved his touch for so long, to feel his strong hands on your body as he slid into you while whispering sweet words in your ear. You and him definitely had some insane potential - not to mention the fact that he was already calling you baby! He was so crazy about you that you were baby to him! - but did you feel the same emotional attraction to him? Or was the warm feeling in your stomach whenever you looked at him all due to sexual attraction? Could you and he ever become more than raw passion?

No matter what, you'd have to choose between them. You couldn't have both. With whomever you chose, you'd never be able to have the other.

Carefully, you weighed both your options; left or right? Rafa or Daveed?

You started at both of their doors, unsure about where to go, but eventually made a decision. With a deep breath, you stepped closer to the wooden door, grabbed door handle and stepped inside, softly closing the door behind you as you took in the handsome man on the bed.

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shingeki-no-scenarios · 3 years

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Title: Flashbacks

Characters: Eren Jaeger

Genre: Thriller/Suspense

AU: Present-day

Warnings: violence, horror, a bit of gore(?)

Summary: Is it a recurring dream? Or a flashback?

A/N: Happy Halloweenie!! Don't forget to brush your teeth after all that candy! 🧡

It's always the same dream.

It always starts with him running through the forest, feeling his bare feet grow sore and raw from the leaves, twigs, and rocks scraping against his soles. He wants to stop and catch his breath, maybe take a sip of water for his parched throat, but he can't– he's being chased by... somebody. He can't see who's chasing him, but he can hear them. Their footsteps were heavy, shaking the ground beneath him with every step and creating a thunderous, almost deafening noise. He also hears distressed screams of people, followed by a crunch then a roar, making him presume that he was chased by some human-eating monster. Stop! Stop chasing me! Go away! is what he wants to yell, but his voice is caught in his throat and his chest is tight from lack of air. He feels himself slow down from exhaustion, allowing his pursuer to catch up with him and effortlessly swoop him up with their large hand. He struggles and tries to scream, but it's no use. He's trapped, and the only time his captor's grip loosens is to drop him into a seemingly unending, pitch black abyss.

He anticipates falling onto something solid, but it never comes. Instead, his dream skips, and before he knows it, he's faced with a woman. While it was always the same woman, he can never make her face out– her facial features were blurred out, almost making her appear faceless. The only thing clear was her silky, black hair framing her face, the bright red scarf around her neck, and her voice that rang clear as day.

Eren, thank you.

You've always been by my side.

You wrapped this scarf around me.

Thank you.

Wrapped this scarf around me.

Thank you.

Eren.

He wants to respond, and perhaps ask her for more context, but his voice is caught in his throat again, leaving him with no answers before his dream jumps to the next scene.

Now, he is lying down in a field underneath a tall tree. The sky is clear, save for a few clouds and birds circling about. The view is beautiful– so beautiful that he feels a tear slips past the corner of his eye. Albeit unfamiliar, he feels a strong sense of nostalgia wash through him, that he couldn't help but let a few more tears fall from his eyes.

Eren.

There goes the woman's voice again.

Eren!

There's more urgency this time, but he can't bring himself to respond, much more move his body to see. Nonetheless, she keeps calling out to him, her voice getting clearer and louder. Strangely, deeper, too.

"Eren!"

The man in question awakes with a jolt, his emerald eyes opening wide as he tries to take in his surroundings and the person above him. It takes a few minutes for him to process that he is no longer in a strangely familiar field nor is he being chased by some giant monster, but rather, he is back in his univeristy's dorm room– safe and sound in his bed as Connie, his roommate, hovers above him with a concerned look on their face.

"Are you okay, dude?" Connie asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and worry. "You kept moving around in your sleep and kicking all the pillows off your bed, then you started sobbing." he narrated, though it went through one ear then went out the other given Eren's disorientation.

"Huh, yeah." was all Eren was able to utter before sitting up in a daze. "I'll... I'll just go to the bathroom." he mumbled before making a beeline for the door, not even waiting for Connie to respond or further question him.

Upon entering the shared bathrooms, Eren made his way to the sinks to wash his face, raising an eyebrow at how his tears ran down and dried on his cheeks in uniform lines– five under each eye.

Weird.

Turning the faucet on, he caught the stream of cool water with his hands before splashing it onto his face, letting out a sigh of relief and contentment. He repeated the action three more times before looking up to inspect his reflection. However, not only did he see himself, but he swears the faceless, woman from his recurring dreams was standing behind him, making him yelp in shock before turning around to get a better look because holy shit, he only saw that happen in horror movies.

It felt like a joke when he saw that there was nobody behind him.

#snk #shingeki no kyojin #aot #attack on titan #eren jaeger #eren yeager #drabble #snk drabble #shingeki no kyojin drabble #aot drabble #attack on titan drabble #eren jaeger drabble #eren yeager drabble #tw.horror #tw.slight gore #tw.violence

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msmarvelouswinchester · 4 years

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Stranger

Betrayal

Summary - Dean Winchester rescues you from the Djinn. Some hard truths are learnt when you wake up and find him arguing with his brother.

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings - Fluff-ish, Angst, too much angst, Swearing, Verbal Altercation.

Word Count - 2.1k+

Square filled - Domestic!AU ( @spndeanbingo )

A/N - Thanks to @miss-nerd95 for giving this a once over because I was nervous that it got too dramatic (damn you Bollywood)

This is also a submission for @winchesterxfamilybusiness' Make Me Swoon Challenge. Prompt is in bold.

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“Are you sure this will work?” Dean hesitated.

“Well, we gotta try and we have to hurry. Clock’s ticking,” Sam said, as Dean swallowed the herb.

Five hours. That's how long you were unconscious. Dean had carried you back to your room, placing you gingerly on the bed. His heart clenched at the sight. You were home, but this was not how Dean wanted things to go. He had pushed you away in hopes you will be safe from the supernatural but the universe had other plans.

Dean wouldn't admit, but he was terrified at the thoughts of invading your dreams. ‘What was your happily ever after?’ That question was haunting him. The Djinn always lets you see your heart's desire and Dean was scared to find out the answer to that, but he had to take the step because this was the only way you could be saved.

Sam had agreed to take the African dream root, but the older Winchester had stepped in, saying, “She's in that state because of me. Let me take those.”

The herbs worked their magic and soon he found himself in your dream.

“Happy birthday, baby,” your husband wrapped his arms around you, “I have plans for tonight.”

“What about the kids?”

“I have asked your Mom. She will take them for one night. The kids are excited to spend time with their Mee-maw and Paw-paw,” Dean said.

“Hm, I see you have planned everything,” You smirked.

“Uh-huh. Down to every last detail. Even the things I will do to you in bed tonight,” Dean’s eyes darkened at the thought, “I bet you never got such a gift. You won't be able to walk properly for weeks.”

“I may or may not have a return gift planned for you too,” you winked, “something I bought from the Victoria Secret.”

“Fuck me,” Dean breathed out.

“Gladly,” you said, “but you gotta wait till tonight.” You gently patted his chest and walked over to the kids’ room to get them ready for the evening, unbeknownst to the fact that the real world Dean Winchester was watching the whole interaction with wide eyes, heart breaking into a million pieces.

“Y/N,” you saw your husband jogging up to you, with horror in his eyes.

“What? Baby, you okay?” You asked, your movements coming to a halt. Dean's breath hitched as he heard you call him ‘baby’. “Okay honey, you're scaring me. What's wrong?”

“This-this is not real Y/N,” Dean said.

“What?” You chuckled.

“This is all a dream. You need to snap out of it,” Dean insisted.

“What is this? Some kind of stupid prank?” You crossed your arms, “I gotta go check on the kids honey.”

“Kids?” He frowned.

“Yeah right, Mister. What, next you're gonna ask me if we are married or not?” You said, clearly getting annoyed.

“Marr-wha-no….Y/N, y-you don't understand. This is a dream. Y/N/N, you are dreaming! You don't have any….kids.”

“Dean Winchester, don't you dare say that,” you crossed your arm and gave him a once over.

“Sweetheart, you gotta believe me! I know this all seems a bit strange but your husb-that Dean i-is not real. He is just a figment of your imagination. I-I'm real,” he pleaded.

“Did you hit your head somewhere, honey?” You were now genuinely concerned about him.

He shook his head and grabbed your hands, dragging you back to the kitchen. You cocked your head in confusion as you kept looking at Dean rummaging through the closet.

“Dean! If you dare to mess up my kitchen, I'm gonna kill you,” you warned. He looked at you and grabbed a knife and made his way towards you. “Dean? Babe, what is it?” You asked with the frown on your face deepening at his actions.

“See, I-I can show you this is not real,” he said and stabbed himself in the chest

“Stop it Dean!” You gasped in horror, “Wha-”

“I'm not dead! I am not even bleeding. Look at this,” Dean exclaimed. You looked down to see the knife sticking out of his chest but he was alive and there was no blood.

“What? I-I don't understand. This is not-all this while I-I've been dreamin’. But it all felt so real. How can this be….De, what's happening?” You were on the verge of a mental breakdown.

“Sweetheart, listen to me carefully. You are in a Djinn-poison induced dream state. They mess with your head. I know; I've been there.”

“Djinn?”

“I'll explain everything but first you need to wake up, Y/N/N,” Dean begged.

“How?” You cried out.

“You need to kill yourself,” he said.

“What?”

“Yes. If you kill yourself in your dreams, you will wake up. Now come on,” he said and handed you the knife.

“You sure?”

“Do you trust me?,” he asked you.

You were frightened and confused but you believed Dean. Nodding your head at him, you took the knife and looked at Dean one more time.

“It's gonna be fine. Trust me, sweetheart.”

Your heart was beating loudly against your chest as you tightened the hold on the knife. You sucked in a breath as you stabbed yourself in the stomach.

Gasping loudly, you sat up straight in the bed.

“Y/N,” your eyes met with Dean’s worried green ones.

“Dean?” You asked, your head filled with various questions. Dean pulled you into a tight hug.

“I-I thought I lost you sweetheart,” he croaked, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“It's okay. I'm here,” you looked around, “where am I?”

“In the bunker,” another tall man came into the room and said.

“Who-who are you?” You asked, as Dean let you go, “I-I'm so confused. What happened? Dean, how did you-I was….was I married?”

“Y/N you….uh-you were attacked by a Djinn. They are supernatural beings and we hunt them,” Dean said, “you were in a dream state and you dreamt of things like….m-marriage and uh-kids. Djinns usually show you your heart's desire.”

“Are you kidding me? You hunt them? You hunt monsters? What next, are you gonna tell me that Drac is real? And he runs a hotel for freaks in Transylvania?”

“I know it's a lot to take in but it's true, not the Dracula part but me and my brother, Sam, we hunt them. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, everything is real,” Dean said.

“Sam?” You looked at the other man in the room who was staring at you silently.

“Hey,” the man who was standing patiently at the foot of the bed, cracked a smile at you.

“What is this place?” You asked.

“This is the bunker. Our home, workplace, everything,” Sam said, “You also-”

“You should take some rest now,” Dean interrupted his brother, getting a side glance from him.

“S-sure but why didn't you tell me about this the night we met?”

“Our job is not a conventional one. We can't go around, telling everyone that monsters exist,” Sam said, “It's better if people don't know about things like this.”

“Okay,” you looked around the room again, fear seeping into you which faded quickly as Dean placed his warm hand on yours, giving it a small squeeze of reassurance.

“You're safe here, sweetheart,” Dean gave you a chaste kiss on the forehead.

“I never thought I would meet you again.” Your heart fluttering in your chest at his touch.

“Neither did I.”

“Thanks for saving me. Thanks to both of you,” you said, and the brothers smiled at you before stepping out of the room to give you some privacy.

Even though you were living in a dream for the past few hours, you were exhausted so sleep came easy to you.

You didn't know how long you were asleep before you were woken up by some muffled screams coming from outside the room.

Your ears perked up when you heard Dean's voice.

“No I can't!” He yelled.

“You have to tell her, Dean!” The other voice, probably Sam’s yelled back. You winced as you got up from the bed and went out of the room, the voices getting louder and clearer. Your whole body screamed in protest with every step you took.

“I-I can't,” Dean let out a defeated sigh.

‘What are they arguing about?’ You wondered as you finally made your way towards the brothers. The halls of the bunker felt oddly familiar to you.

“Do you think she is safe like this? She is a huntress Dean!” Sam exclaimed, “This-this is her home. She doesn't even remember the bunker! She doesn't remember me!”

“What am I supposed to say?” Dean asked.

“The truth!”

“She won't believe me and telling her the truth means sucking her back to this goddamn stupid life!” Dean shouted at his brother, “And I won't let that happen.”

‘Were they talking about you?’ You wondered and moved closer to the brothers.

“How can you be so selfish, Dean? You are only thinking about yourself! You are not the person I looked up to as my brother!” Sam shoved his brother hard.

“Well people change with time,” Dean said in a bitter tone, “and how is it selfish? I won't let her die because of me.”

“They do, but their feelings remain the same amd you're scared. You still love Y/N and it would be stupid if you let her walk away!” Sam scoffed. Your eyes widened at Sam's words.

“You don't understand,” Dean gritted out.

“At least she will understand!”

“No she won't! She was married in her dream - she had kids; that's her happily ever after! Not with me-”

“She was married to you, Dean!” Sam retorted, “that's her happily ever after - with you. With us, in this bunker. She is family and we don't give up on family then how could you push her away? Don't do anything that you will regret later on. This is probably your last chance to fix the mess.”

“I-I can't. She is gonna hate me. It's better this way. It's not like she remembers being married to me,” Dean mumbled.

You gasped in shock grabbing the attention of the brothers.

“Married?”

“Y/N?” Dean asked.

“I thought I was only married in my dreams but I-we were married?” You asked him.

“I-uh….Y/N you should go re-”

“Don't tell me to go and rest!” You exclaimed. Dean glared at his brother, taking a deep breath.

“Stop running away from the problem for once,” Sam muttered in a low voice but loud enough for his brother to hear him.

“Y/N, you are….we are married,” Dean said, squeezing his eyes shut.

“But I don't remember it. Dean? Sam?” You gulped.

“How can you do this, Dean Winchester?” You asked, your blood boiling in anger.

“I did it to protect you,” Dean calmly stated.

“Great fucking job with that because last time I checked I was almost monster food!” You shouted.

“You don't understand!” Dean retorted.

“Then make me, asshole!”

“You got almost killed, because of me! I almost killed you!” He yelled.

“Shut up! Just fucking shut up!” You said, as you sat down in the chair, trying to wrap your mind around the new facts you just learnt. You were married to Dean Winchester. You were a huntress. Then what about your friends, your job, your life in Idaho? What was true? You didn't know what to believe.

“Y/N, sweetheart, say something. Please.” Dean begged.

“I'm not your sweetheart, Dean. You lost the right to call me yours the moment you took a life-changing decision for me and pushed me away,” you said, tears forming in your eyes.

“I-I….I did it to protect you. You mean everything to me,” Dean said.

“Then why did you push me away? Why did you erase my memories? We could have dealt with this together. Why, Dean, why? I can't even hunt anymore! I don't even remember the basic ways to protect myself. You made me helpless. Tell me Dean, how did you protect me?” You asked. Dean kept quiet.

“Y/N, maybe we can fix it. Maybe Cas can fix it,” Sam said, who all the while stood in the war room as a silent observer.

You scoffed, “I don't-I don't even remember Cas. Great job, Dean! Great fucking job! You think you are so great, trying to protect me, but all you are a selfish asshole. You destroyed my life, Dean. Destroyed it! Congratulations, Winchester!”

“I thought-”

“From next time, don't think because your thoughts always destroy something good just like it destroyed us!” You were angry and sad. You couldn't believe Dean could do such a thing.

“I loved you, Y/N, I still do and I-”

“Well newsflash Dean, I don't love you anymore,” you scoffed, “Because in case you didn't know, I don't even remember us - what we used to be.” Turning on your heels, you went back to your room, leaving behind a heartbroken Dean Winchester.

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angelsswirl · 3 years

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Whatever Makes You Happy

Chapter 9: dance in the moonlight

Notes: do we like the angst? if not this chapter represents a slight turning point. and i also made a new title card for funsies.

Wrd Cnt: 1.3k

Rating: T

I know it's warmer where you are. And it's safer by your side. But right now I can't be what you want. Just give it time.

"I'll kill her. Just say the word." Jennie seemed to remind you for the one hundredth time.

You rolled your eyes in response, "It really isn't that big of a deal. She got what she wanted from me. I got part of what I wanted from her. End of the story."

Jennie looked to her girlfriend for help. Jisoo only shrugged.

"But you want more."

Your sigh caused your eyelashes to flutter, "But she doesn't. Look. There's nothing I can do about it. There's nothing I'm going to do about it. I'm going to keep my head down, do my job, and only interact with her if I absolutely have to."

"...but you don't want that."

You slapped your hand down on the counter of the bar. It was noon, so there was no one in the building but you, Jennie, Jisoo, and her boss who was out of earshot in his office.

You were tired of people telling you what you wanted. Tired of people telling you what you needed. It seemed like you were the only person okay with giving up.

"I know it's not what I want. It doesn't matter what I want."

And you had known that fact from the very beginning.

"It should." Jennie mumbled.

"But it doesn't. And it is what it is."

It is what it is. That was your story, and you have no choice but to stick with it.

You frowned at the note on your bed. Next to it sat an elegant gold gown, definitely more expensive than probably everything you had ever bought for yourself combined.

Dohyung peaked his head around your doorway. Kijung did the same thing a few inches below him. You would have found the sight comical if Dohyung hadn't have fallen directly on top of Kijung three seconds later.

They murmur between themselves for a few seconds before finally entering your room properly. They smile at you brightly, clearly wanting something.

"You see your gift?" Kijung asked, pointing to the dress and the note.

You nodded, not particularly enthused, but the boys didn't need to know that.

"Mom picked it out for you. So, you can go to her grown up party with her. You have to hurry up so you can make it on time. Mom says it's bad to be late. So, I guess that's always why she just doesn't go to things."

You stifle a hardy laugh behind a cough.

"It's nice of her. But I don't think I'm going to go. I rather stay here and hang out with you guys." Truth was you didn't want to give Lisa the satisfaction at this point.

"We want you to go, Y/N."

You took a deep breath. They were giving you the eyes. The puppy eyes. They knew you couldn't resist.

"Fine. But I'm not wearing this dress."

The boys shrugged indifferently. Little did you know, their allowance had only relied on getting you to agree to going. Lisa never said anything about you wore. So, as far as they were concerned, they had done their job.

"I thought you said Y/N was coming." Chaeyoung inquired. She attempted to sip at her flute of champagne nonchalantly.

Lisa rolled her eyes, "No I didn't. I said I invited her. There's a difference."

"Then, where is sh-" Chaeyoung trailed off as her eyes shown up at the top of the grand stairway.

Lisa followed her eyes with a frown, her face soon mirroring Chaeyoung's.

There you were.

Standing at the top of the stairs like you owned the place. And at this point, Lisa easily could have been convinced you did.

At one point she thinks she even stopped breathing. Because you were, well, breathtaking. But, of course, Lisa had always been ever aware of that simple fact.

You seemed to be descending in slow motion. At least half the room had their eyes on you, including Chaeyoung. Much to Lisa's chagrin.

Ages must pass before you come to a stop in front of them.

"That's not the dress I picked out for you." No. She does not know why those are the words that choose to spill past her lips. Yes. She does regret that those are the words that choose to spill past her lips.

You wore a sparkly tight fitting red gown with a slit down the side to reveal your matching red skinny heel pumps.

"Oh, look. She's becoming self aware." You said sarcastically.

Liss supposed she deserved that.

"I-" You cut Lisa off promptly.

"Come on, Chae. Let's dance."

And Chaeyoung followed you like a lost, drooling puppy immediately.

Lisa supposed she deserved that too.

Lisa absolutely did not deserve this.

She had been watching you drape yourself over Chaeyoung all night. You were her guest, gotdammit!

She had half a mind to rip you away from Chaeyoung and sweep you off your feet dramatically. But you were already mad at her, and that would improve nothing at all.

So, she sulked.

Even though she was supposed to be networking.

Sulking felt much more appropriate.

She'd maybe go as far as to say that you were purposely attempting to make her jealous.

She'd go even farther as to say that it was most definitely working. Her excuse, is that it's Chaeyoung. If it was anyone else she wouldn't care. But that wasn't true. Lisa hated seeing you with anyone that wasn't her.

And yet.

And yet, she kept pushing you into the arms of others.

She knew this was hard on you. It was hard on her too. She made a mistake. Not sleeping with you. That was one of the single best decisions of her life. No, the mistake she made was pulling away from you that morning. Her mistake was making you believe that you were only worthy of a one time fuck.

The truth of the matter?

Lisa was fairly sure you ruined her for anyone else that night.

But.

But she was engaged. And yeah, Seulgi may not be here tonight but she was still engaged to her. No matter how much she didn't want to be. She still had to provide for her children and make sure they would be set in the future. She still had to run her business efficiently, and effectively, and her way. She still-she still.....you just leaned your head onto Chaeyoung's shoulder like you enjoyed being there. Like you had never placed your head onto Lisa's. Like you could never put your head onto Lisa's.

Lisa Manoban was in love with you.

And there was nothing either of you could do about it.

Lisa still had to do all of those things. Or so she thought, before she realized she was in love with you. A realization that she finds staring back at her at the bottom of her champagne bottle.

Lisa still had to do all of those things. Or so she thought.

Now, she's looking at you through the warped view of the bottom of the champagne flute. And somehow, she's never seen you clearer.

Having her cake and eating it too hadn't been working. She only ended up putting more obstacles in your way.

So, that meant she was just going to figure out a way to remove all the obstacles. Even if it meant running through them head first.

She finally brought the empty flute down from her lips. Her eyes met yours as you peered over Chaeyoung's shoulder. Your arm wrapped around the tall woman's neck, locked in a secure embrace as the two of you slow dance.

Lisa winked at you and you stepped on Chaeyoung's toe.

Checkmate.

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ldyinblckmsk · 4 years

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Always the extra, never the lead (part 2)

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki X F! Reader

Genre: Fluff(?)

Words: 2.6k

A/N: Hey! Sorry for the wait, forgive me for being so lazy omgg. I'm really having a hard time how to end this, so I'm sorry if I just end it like that and feels like rushed. I feel like it's up to your imagination on how you'll pereceive it lololol (i'mjustsolazytocontinue). Thank you for reading! And I'm writing another angst so if you want to get your heart broken again, stay tuned ig.

Shocked. Confused. He didn't actually know what he's feeling that time as he watched you bidding your goodbye with that forced smile. He didn't dare move as if the the gravity was pulling him too hard from his seat.

All he can do is watch your retreating form with a conflicted expression as he try to sort his mind.

He already made a decision. And that is to put a distance between the two of you. So, why? Why did that the fucking organ inside in his chest feels so heavy when you called his nickname with a dejected voice as if that will be the last time you'll him that?

That is a mystery that he didn't want to find out. Yet.

He left the restaurant as soon as you went home, pissed with the nosy extras that's giving him a cruel look for making a girl cry.

Everything went fine after the incident but it doesn't mean that his life will go back to normal. He pushed you away, even though you said that you'll still be his friend, the bridge connecting the two of you is already replaced with a big crater. As much as he wants to act normal, something inside him screams that he's doing thubgs wrong and that irritates him to hell.

"Hello, earth to Bakugou!" A sweet voice makes him go back to reality. His eyes widen for a bit when he saw your face but it immediately disappeared when his crimson eyes fell to the girl he's currently dating. "Geez, Bakugou. If you feel sick, I think you shouldn't pushed yourself coming here."

"Huh? What yer' talking about, shitty woman?!" His tone rises than he intended as he take a bite on his now cold food. It's been a week since they really started going out for real. Taking a walk here and there, eating outside, and such. It's nothing really special. Just like how it used to be when they were young.

Akiya came home from New York last year after her parents died in a villain attack there. Mitsuki's the one who offered her to stay ath their home for a while. She's his childhood quirkless friend, well, technically his mother forced him to befriend her since her mom's a close friend. She was devastated at that time and Bakugou's there to comfort her, having a great sense of urge to protect her.

"Oh? So, you're fine after all." She laughed, teasing him for his outburst which just made him sigh. "You know...," she said trailing her words. "Someone told me that if you don't want to feel regret at the end, you don't have to overthink something and just let your heart decides."

Her philosophical words makes him furrows his brows, not really knocking any sense to him. "Quit the Confucius wannabe act, shitty woman. What the hell are you on?"

She chuckles. "What I'm saying is...before it's too late, you should chase the girl you really love. Y/n, that's her name, right?"

"What the fuck are you trying to say?"

"C'mon, Bakugou! Quit being a dick and go get your girl. I know you since childhood and, gosh, you're so obvious."

He didn't talk back, not that he doesn't have any snarky remark but he just want to listen and get enlightened. "You didn't really love me." She said that as if it weighs nothing. "We both know it. What we have between us is just platonic. Your urge of protecting me is nothing but a hero instinct really. Like a responsiblity, that's all. You just thought that I'm the one you wanted to protect the most because I'm weak and you already thought that that's love."

He watched her crossing her arms, brow raising up as she tries to lecture him about love and his crooked . "It's clear that you love her. That's why I was so confused when you asked me out. I mean, what the fuck's wrong with your judgement? You're so smart and yet really stupid."

"Then, why did you still accept me?!" His voice raising up, feeling the pent up frustrations as he function his brain. The hazy, cloudy water he's looking at slowly getting clearer as the girl, who was supposedly dating him is, helping him unravel his feelings. "I'd like to see how long you'd last but I'm getting frustrated at our set up considering how tangled your feelings."

•••

With the energetic sun outside, class 3-A students decided to spend their Sunday inside their dorm. Gathering at the common area as they ramble about how dreading and tedious the day is. As for you, it was just another day for sulking, not really feeling to socialize. A week of holing yourself in your room, avoiding to cross path with a certain someone as you try to heal yourself. It just feels so good lazying around in your room with soft blanket wrapping you up like burrito.

But, of course, someone will come barging in your room and destroy the peace you once had. Hands on her hip, the pink haired looked at you like a mother going to reprimand her child. "I swear, y/n, I'll trash you're room if you didn't stand up right now and have fun with us."

"C'mon y/n-chan! Don't let Bakugou spoil your day." You winced when the bubbly, round face uttered his name. That's one of the reason why you chose to trapped yourself in you room. Hearing any signs related to him just brings back the humiliation and despair you felt that night. "Girl, I'll tell you get over it. You're too good for him. It's his loss for letting you go away."

"Uh, that's absolutely right! And don't get me started with that girl he chose over you. It's clear that you're much better and yet..." Mina intejected empasing the word to prove her point, shaking her head as she clicked her tongue. This just lead Momo to stop the the acid user from dissing the girl. "Mina, don't pick on Akiya. She's a sweet girl."

Tsuyu nodded, agreeing with Momo. "You know they said that the key of moving on is to fill yourself with happiness. So, push those bitterness away from your soul and come downstairs to have fun."

A small smile forming on your lips, grateful for having a best group of friends. Their comforting words and the way they cheer you up makes your heart swell, tears welling up your eyes.

Fits of laughter welcomes you as your eyes met the chaotic state of your classmates. It's true that they're really having fun. Kaminari, Mineta, and Sero are in the middle, standing as they act something ridiculous while Kirishima, Tenya, Jirou are sitting on the large couch, trying not to laugh so hard as they guessed. They really took charades in the next level. Your other classmates are just on the other side of the couch watching the game, shouting if they figured it out.

Mina pushed you towards them as the both of you squeezed yourselves at the large couch, sitting beside the crimson locks. You smiled at him when he noticed your presence, feeling awkward, you focused your gaze on the goofy duo.

You're barely containing your laughter when they turn their backs on you, for sure it will be something that will make Ms. Joke insecure with her banters. "Hey, why are you taking so–"

Jirou can't finish her sentence when the sparky blond abruptly faces you. You were losing it, hands on your aching stomach as unsophistacated laughs escape your mouth. Lo and behold, Kaminari with his newly styled hair, split in half as Sero's tape keep it standing. Chest puffing up and flexing his biceps while copying the familiar pro-hero's famous smile.

"That's an awful version of All Might, sparky." You said, cheeks burning up after you calmed down yourself. "Hey, you hurt my feelings, y/n." You cackled at his response, eyes rolling at his childishness.

"But I'm giving you an A plus for making us laugh though."

"Well, it's my pleasure to put a smile on your face." Eyes winking as he shoot his famous thumb gun to you. Oh god, he's really flirting at you in front of your classmates. You snort when you saw Mina playfuly raising her brows, giving you a knowing look.

Another round was immediately ended with Mina shouting the answer on top of her lungs. It was really obvious when Denki held the pervert grape boy and raised him up in the air, immediately giving away the answer for the popular pose in the Lion King.

You saw Denki walking towards you with a playful smile painted on his face. You yelp when he suddenly pulls your hand, making you stand up, guiding you to the middle. You didn't want to spoil the fun, so you just let him do what he's planning about.

"Okay, okay, this time let's change our players! Mineta, please move aside." He said shoving the tiny creature, not letting him protest. "Let the princess here shine with me."

You heard your classmates shout, the girls cheering you while giving you a thumbs up. You both looked at the whiteboard held by Momo, reading the next word to guess, you sighed.

"Oh! T-that's..." Your partner stuttered, scratching the back of his neck as he looked at you flustered. "What? That's really not hard."

It's true though. The word was simple. All they gotta do is imitate the the 'titanic pose'. "I-I..uh..okay."

He snuggled behind you, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist. Most of the girls are squeling, too excited at the scene. You raised your arms, spreading just like what Rose did, making your shirt rise a bit. You felt the sparky blond's slender fingers making contact at the little exposed skin, unknowingly sending a tiny jolts. You flinch at the ticklish feeling, leaving a gasp from your mouth. It seems that Denki's purposely tickling you through his electricity.

"Oh my god! S-stop it, Denki." You try to slap his hand away as you let another cackle. "Make me."

The game is now long forgetten when Mina decided to team up with the blind and hold both of your wrists. You're helplessly laying on the floor as he continue to tickle you. Unladylike snort escaping your lips while wagging your head, kicking your foot as you try to pry his hands away.

The class president's scolding Kaminari, hands moving robotically, but it just falls on deaf ears. Your other classmates are having a pillow fight that you didn't who started it. The common room is now a mess.

Snarky as ever he is, the sight before him adds fuel to the raging fire inside him. The girl beside him is all smiles upon entering the famous UA. Deciding that it's better for her to tag along with him to help him chose the right path and not make mistakes again. Playing cupid and matchmaking really excites her.

"Are they having a party here?" The sweet girl whispered as he scans the now messy common room, pillows being thrown while some are tackling each other. The first thing his eyes land on is the sight of you tackled by the electric user as you laugh your lungs out.

You are really having fun.

"Oh god, are we too late?" Is he? The thought scared the fuck out of him. Your eyes widen when you spot him by the door...with the girl he's dating beside him.

"What the fuck's going on here?!" He yelled, making his classmate's head snapped towards his direction, eyeing the the two of them. Akiya waved her hand, shyly greeting them with a small 'hello'.

His jaw clench, darting eyes on his idiot blond friend. "Bakubro, you're home.." He said, acknowledging his presence as his eyes moved to the girl beside him. "...and you brought your girlfriend."

You were just fine a while ago. Laughing so hard til tomorrow. For the first time after you got rejected, you got a taste of happiness and yet the universe doesn't really want you to make the most out of it. There he was, scowl on his face as he introduce his girlfriend to the Bakusquad.

You classmates began dispersing as they went back to their own rooms, realizing that the fun has ended.

Something's really tugging your heart too hard for your own liking as if it wants to torture you with a heart ache. You didn't know that you're frozen in place like a fucking statue.

Mina crept beside you, nudging your shoulder snapping out of your trance. Denki already let you go upon seeing the fuming new arrival, throwing a glare at him. As you get a hold of yourself, you decided to go back to your room.

But the gods are not done with you, telling that you're still have an important role to fulfill. Someone screams your name, your mission of going back to the room peacefully were interrupted.

"Hey, y/n!" You muttered a curse before facing them. You wanted to raise your eyebrow, be bitchy, and act like you just didn't get your ass dumped by the man she's clinging to. Honey and flowers hit your nose when she engulfs you in a hug. You were surprised by the sudden close of proximity.

"Oh! Hey, uh, You know me?"

You internally slapped yourself at the awkwardness. Still, you're surprised that you're not a stuttering mess. Your heart leapt when your eyes met his vermillion eyes. He's fucking staring straight at you brazenly.

"Of course! Bakugou told me a lot about you." You noticed how the grumpy man opens his mouth to protest but he was shushed by his girlfriend.

"I just hope he's not dissing me." You chuckle, proud of yourself that you're still not crumbling. "No, don't worry it's the opposite actually."

"Well, that's assuring, I guess." Oh, you really want to save by someone from this awkward situation. "And I have something really, really important to say before I went home."

Soon, you found yourself trapped with the couple in your room. Bakugou is just standing by the door, arms crossed on his chest as he sigh while her girlfriend sat at the edge of your bed, moving her head as a signal for the blond to get moving. You just watched them, dumbfounded and clueless on what's going on. "We already broke up."

Your head snapped to her direction, confused. "Huh?"

You're lying if you swore that you didn't almost jump in glee upon hearing that. A bit of hope swelling inside you as you wished that it isn't some kind of prank. But you're confused, why the hell did she informed you that.

"Y/n, I just want to tell you that that man there is so dumb when it comes to feelings and emotions. I want you to listen to him. Okay, I've done my part. Now, Bakugou, it's your turn."

She said getting up, ready to leave the two of you. A smile etched on her face as she watch your confused face. "Good luck!" She whispered to his hear, giving him a playful salute before turning the knob. Now, leaving the two characters who met again in a new act.

Well, people met a lot of characters who play a different role in their lives. Most of them even minor roles will give a new meaning and lessons that will help them nurture themselves. To say the least Akiya is a character who plays an inportant role in the story. She's just there to build the climax of the tale who help the two conflicted protagonists achieved their 'happy ending'.

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xxkellsvixen19xx · 5 years

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The Devil In Me Michael Langdon x Reader Chapter 6

It was hours later and they were all gathered in one of the lecture rooms. “Just focus Star you can do this sweetheart.” Myrtle encouraged her softly. Star closed her eyes to focus on the object from across the room it was a copy of the book The New Adam And Eve. Slowly the book moved from it's hiding spot making it's way to her hands. “One down six to go.” Cordelia responded with a smile, Star was being given the tests of the seven wonders as a way to reawaken her powers. Telekinesis was marked off as accomplished “Wow I didn't realize I could even remember that.” Star replied incredulously.

“It's surprising what one can remember even though your powers were dormant during the identity spell.” Behold answered. “When Michael found you he awakened them though you may not have realized it.” John crossed the room to where his daughter was standing “you two are very powerful together you add in Madison and you three are unstoppable.” He explained to her. “The three amigos!” Madison called out with a smile placing her hand on Star's shoulder. A lot had transpired in just the last 18 hours from Michael finding her to now being here at Hawthorne it felt like an obscure dream in some ways.

“I know this is intimidating right now going through this test.” Cordelia stated placing a hand on her arm “but I believe in you.” “Wait will this mean I will be the next supreme?” Star suprised herself with the words that came out of her mouth just then. “We knew back then you were powerful and had intended to test you sooner that is until we had to protect you by placing you under the spell.” Myrtle answered her. “You are one bad bitch girl you got this!” Madison encouraged her. Star just shook her head “she's incorrigible and she know it.” “You know you love it!” Madison teased her.

“Next is Transmutation.” Cordelia explained to her. Star crossed the room making herself enough room focusing on an area she planned on transmutating to the others stood back giving her the room she needed. Star closed her eyes focusing hard within seconds she was on the other side of the room by the blackboard. “It may seem simple now but things get harder as we go along.” Cordelia told her, Star swallowed as the nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach arose.

They went through the other tests Star getting them easily one by one all that was left now was Descensum. Star laid on the floor while the others surrounded her she repeated the phrase three times. “Deduce me in tenebris vita ad extremum ut salutaret inferi. Deduce me in tenebris vita ad extremum ut salutaret inferi. Descensum.” she disappeared from sight as she decended down to her personal hell. Star looked around she was in her father's office they were deep in an argument about Michael, she tried to explain in a valid way that people can change. “Star sweetheart he is the Antichrist himself!” John all but yelled. “People can change daddy I honestly believe that.” Her father shook his head “can I not make it any clearer?” John was now rubbing his temples in frusteration. The both went back and forth for a while and it seem like it was stuck on reply.

She had to find her way back to real life to get out of her personal hell. Her eyes snapped shut she focused on getting her way back to the here and now. She felt her presence pull as the scene began to dissipate from her sight. “Star Star!” Michael called out bringing her to present day, she slowly opened her eyes she was back in the lecture room with everyone surrounding her. “You made it back, you completed the seven wonders successfully!” Myrtle praised. Star attempted to wrap her mind around this, she was the next supreme? A surge of power coursed through her “I feel my powers returning” Star said after a brief moment. Michael helped her from the floor “this is just the beginning my love.” Star grabbed his hands as her mind brought her to a memory.

I want to kiss you again read the text from Michael.

Star touched her lips and recalled her first kiss with Michael.

“Star let's make this official." Michael whispered while she was looking into his mesmerizing eyes.

Next thing she felt was his caress. He tasted her lips tenderly. His hand caressed her back while the other slid into her hair. She felt butterflies in her belly and her chest constricted. She felt warmth, excitement, happiness, fear, and desire jumbled in one whole package. Desire won. She leisurely glided her hands from his stomach to his chest to his neck and placed her hands on his nape.

“Damn I got a hot boyfriend." Star thought while gazing at him

"You can look and you can touch me. Don't hold back baby." Michael said. He could see awe in her eyes, that made him chuckle.

Michael groaned in pleasure and ended the kiss, he said. "If you touch me like that again, I'll lose control and touch you the same way." He was smirking while he slowly gazed from her belly to her breasts

Star reddened and placed her arms crossed against her chest in defense.

"L-Let's go to my room Michael” she stammered flustered.

“You know chocolate cake used to be my favourite, but when I met you, you smelled of vanilla. That changed my preference." Michael confessed

"Really?" Star whispered

"Really. Now let me have a taste of you again."

Michael leaned in and took her lips. This time he gently nibbled and he teased her lips with his tongue. He pulled away a bit and staring at her.

“You're delicious. Kiss me again."Michael looked into her eyes, she looked back and she saw desire in them

Star leaned in to initiate the kiss. That started their lip lock. Michael wrapped an arm around her and his other hand caressed the back of her neck.

Star was feeling euphoric. He made her feel so damn good. His lips were hungry and it infected her. She felt hungry for him too. She bit him back when he bit her. She enjoyed biting his lip so she did it often.

Star felt something hard poke her bottom that's why she ended the kiss. She was surprised to find herself on his lap. She quickly get off and sat beside him.

"Oh that was…damn." Michael was staring at her, she had a worried look on her face

"W-w-why are you hard?" Star shrieked

Michael chuckled. "It's your fault for being so hot. When you sat on my lap well I couldn't control it."

"I didn't sit on you." She blushed

He raised a brow.

We ain't gotta make love (yes sir)

We can just cuddle up (yes sir)

But if she want me to beat it up (yes sir)

Then damn it, I'll beat it up (yes sir)

My body, your body (it's burning up)

I don't know why but the ladies call oh

They take me and rape me

And make me the victim

I lick em and freak em

Gonna let you do what you want to do

You can feel on it if you really want to

We kissin and huggin

She complain when she catch back spasms

But she love when she get

The back to back orgasms

Yes sir, the game is automatic

Give it to em one time

They come back like addicts

Star felt herself go flush seems like the first memories that come back concerning Michael were the most intimate ones. Star locked eyes with Michael she could see parts of her past, and even parts of her future it seemed so surreal. A quote came to mind one that her birth mother had told her some years ago, she wasn't even sure why at this particular moment that it did honestly. John watched her expression shift ever so slightly, “Star, what is it?” Concern slipping through his voice. “ A quote that mom told me years ago, I don't know why I would even think of it now but it came to mind.”

//Tell yourself pain is normal.

A cliché. The sky

at your feet. You feel pity

for the way it lies there. It has

no mother, no father. Yet.

You have the urge to stomp on it,

to beat it to death.

Chelsea Dingman, “How to Survive [a Stillbirth]” //

“That was written in your mother's journal” John replied quietly, “it was one of her favorite quotes” Star could clearly envision her mother's journal in her mind. When she was about 8 she remembered seeing it opened on her mother's lap on the bed, she had fallen asleep with it like that. She remembered seeing this on one page that laid opened before her.

According to the apocryphal Books of Enoch, two hundred fallen angels called the Grigori or the Watchers fell to earth and had children with humans. These humans were taught forbidden knowledge: writing, astrology, sorcery, technology, weaponry, cosmetology, the bitter and the sweet. Those angels were gendered as male in the bible and called the Benei Elohim, the Sons of God. Their hybrid children were called the Nephilim. All witches are descended from angels, from the ones who fell because of the beautiful—sinful—women they loved.

« Nephilim love once and fiercely, don’t be afraid of what you feel Star »

« To love is to destroy and to be loved is to be destroyed »

“Half human, half Angel and a witch…” Star murmured to herself, it was a lot to process the how, what, where, when and why. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted though when they heard gun shots.

#ahs #ahs apocalypse #michael langdon #cody fern #behold chablis #john henry moore #cordelia goode #myrtle snow #madison montgomery #fan fiction

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oohfluffy · 6 years

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LMN Ch.11 | OSH

Group: EXO

Member: Oh Sehun

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Writer!AU | Neighbor!AU

Word Count: 2,865

✎ Chapter 11: Keep Yours and I'll Keep Mine ✎

"He didn't come home last night."

Your voice sounded worried, a little bit angry and confused. You stared at your laptop as your mind turned blank at the moment.

"Noona, I'll just ask him later at school if he shows up. Don't worry too much." Sehun scratched the back of his neck as he watched how dead you look right now. He continued buttoning his shirt before preparing his bag. Your window was opened as well as his, making you hear him clearer.

Last night ended unexpectedly. You couldn't believe your younger brother went in that hotel with someone.

Is that the thing he's hiding from you?

"What the hell was he doing in a hotel with a woman, probably years older than him?!" You asked frustratingly as you leaned your back on the chair. Your eyes drifting to your neighbor next window. Sehun was combing his hair with his fingers as he put his phone in his pocket and looked back at you. "Oh. You're going to school already?"

"Yes. But I can handle being late for you, noona—"

"Get going then! Just keep an eye on Chanyeol for me." You waved him off before closing your window. Sehun waved back with a grin as he nodded, slinging the strap of his backpack on his broad shoulder. When he got out of his room, you stare back at your laptop.

"Yeol, what is wrong with you?" You mumbled as you tried getting back to work.

"Hey, girls. Is Dasom with you?"

It was already 12 noon but you've just finished Chapter 19 instead of working for Chapter 20 today as scheduled. You looked behind Bora, Soyu and Chanhee but the one you're looking for still is not around. You sighed.

"I'm sorry, unnie but Dasom unnie is not with us. She's at home." Bora scratched the back of her head. "If something's wrong with the two of you, please figure it out and make up."

You nodded in agreement as you shut down your laptop before standing up.

"Unnie, where are you going?" Chanhee asked as her friends go back to her room. You grabbed your coat before slipping into your sneakers.

"Making up with my best friend."

Chanhee smiled as you walked past her, ruffling her hair in the process.

"Lock the doors and the gate, okay? I'll be back before 3." You reminded her as you walked down the stairs.

"Okay then. Be quick though, dad will be back before 6!"

You nodded before going out of the house.

You walked on the streets with your hands in the pockets of your jacket, feeling cold with the weather.

It's winter already.

You looked up at the bright blue sky as you walked. The sun was slightly peeking through the clouds, its rays going everywhere. A lot of students were walking back home while some are workers, who are just about to get to work. The streets were busy as usual, making you smile.

You enjoyed watching people in their daily lives. Maybe some will think it's weird and creepy but you like it, so they should mind their own business. It must be one of your writer traits.

Observing people and such.

Dasom's house isn't that far from yours that you'll have to ride a bus. They live just a few streets away from yours.

As you got in front of their house, you rang the door bell. White clouds formed as you breathed out from your mouth. Your feet tapped on the ground as you wait for your friend.

After a few seconds, the door opened.

"Yeoreum-ah?"

You slightly smiled as you slowly waved at her. Dasom quickly got out and opened the gate for you. She pulled you in and closed the gate.

"It's cold out there! Why are you here?"

She dragged you inside the house and closed the door, preventing the cold air to enter. Dasom ran to the kitchen, fumbling around the drawers as she took out a cup. You slowly made yourself home as you sat on the couch, looking around as if you haven't gone here before.

"What did you come here for? Didn't you know it's cold and it's freaking winter?! You're even wearing leggings!" You heard Dasom's motherly voice as she made hot chocolate for you. You chuckled as you watched her.

"I know it's winter, that's why I wore my coat—"

"And is that enough to protect you from this cold weather?!"

You bit your lower lip as you got scolded by your mother Dasom.

"Sorry, mom!"

"You should be!"

You frowned as she walked back to you, putting cup down and sat across you. Dasom gestured the cup and crossed her arms as you obeyed her silent command. You took a sip of the chocolate and flinched. You slowly put it down again and stuck a tongue out at her.

"You still suck at this." You mumbled as you fanned your tongue as if the sweet taste will go away. "It's too sweet!"

"How dare you! I made that for you! You should be thankful!" Dasom huffed but a smile crept on her lips. You smiled at her. Silence grabbed the moment and you stayed still.

"I'm sorry."

Your eyes widened as you two spoke at the same time. Dasom blinked her eyes before grinning at you.

"Apology accepted."

"That easy?!" You shrieked as she tackled you in a hug. She hugged you tight like a teddy bear, making you roll on the couch.

"Yes, that easy. You're my best friend and I missed you so much." Dasom mumbled on your neck as she sniffed. "I was lonely without you."

Your eyes burned as you felt her tears on your shoulder. You rubbed her back as you tried smiling and refrain from crying.

"I-I'm sorry, Dasom. I know I've said too much—"

"No! It's me who should apologize. You were right. I just said that you're my best friend and I should be the one who can understand you the most since I'm the oldest too. Knowing about your situation, I didn't think of how you felt and just said what I thought."

"But you're right too." You mumbled as you pulled her away, looking into her eyes. "You're just worried about me and I snapped at you. You know how I feel about being a burden but I just probably thought about myself. I'm sorry."

"Let's not fight ever again?" Dasom said as she brought her pinky up to you. You grinned as you wrapped your pinky finger around hers.

"This will be our last fight ever."

Yes, it will be the last fight.

✗ ❥ ✗ ❥ ✗ ❥ ✗ ❥ ✗

Dasom offered to walk you back home but you declined, saying that she should guard their house instead. You can manage walking alone anyway, you're not a kid anymore. She said okay but made you wear one of her warm jogging pants. She actually forced you to do it and being the good friend you are, you complied with her order.

You were on the 2nd street from your house when you saw a familiar back facing you with a black bag on his shoulder. You squinted your eyes at it and saw that he's talking with someone.

It's a guy.

You inwardly laughed as you thought of teasing him as he got home later—

"HEY!" You shouted as the guy suddenly punched Sehun, making him face at the side. You're glad he didn't fall on the ground. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

You ran towards them and pushed Sehun behind your back, glancing at the bruise forming on his cheek. He looked shocked to see you.

"Oh?" The guy smirked at you before glaring at Sehun. "Is she your new fuck buddy? Nice—"

"Shut the fuck up, man." Sehun's voice dangerously deepened as he held your arm, trying to hide you behind him instead but you stood on your ground. You glare at the unknown guy.

"Let's just go, Sehun. Leave this guy here." You mumbled as you tugged him away when the guy grabbed your other arm as you walked past him.

"Yah, Oh Sehun. If you want, we can exchange girls. Have mine and I'll have this one—"

Everything moved fast that you didn't see how the guy flew almost a meter away from you. You gasped in shock as Sehun stepped on the guy's crotch, making him scream in pain. Sehun's expression was blank, no emotions were seen in his features.

He looks scary right now.

"Keep your girl to yourself and I'll keep mine." Sehun said as he kicked the guy for the last time before going back to you. "You should probably tie your girlfriend to yourself. She's the one who's coming to me. I don't even like her."

Sehun gently held your hand, contrasting to his actions earlier, as he led you out of that place where the guy was at. You glanced at the guy and he's still there enjoying the ground with his face scrunched in pain. You flinched as you remembered what Sehun did to him.

That must've hurt a lot.

"Are you okay? Did he grab you too hard? He didn't touch you anywhere after, right? If he did, I'll—"

"I'm fine, Sehun! You're the one who's not okay here." You exclaimed as you pointed at his bruised cheek.

"This is nothing. His punch was like a girl's slap, maybe a slap will be harder than his punch." Sehun shrugged as he squeezed your hand. Your eyes drifted to your intertwined hands and your cheeks flushed at how casually you're holding hands with this handsome young boy.

"Uh, why did he punched you though?" You shook your head as you formed a decent question. Sehun chuckled to himself.

"He said that I stole his girlfriend."

"What?"

Sehun glanced at you with a grin before stealing a kiss on your forehead. You just let yourself get dragged by him, your brain is still not processing what he just did.

"I admit that I've fucked his girlfriend once when she came to me and desperately asked me for a night but that was it. I don't bed girls twice. His girlfriend is the one who keeps on chasing me, not the other way round." Sehun grinned as you just stared in front without saying anything.

You cleared your throat before turning to him.

Let's just think that it was normal for me and for Sehun. Yes, right. He's just a touchy guy like Chanyeol. Yes, right.

"S-So, he punched you because he thought you stole his slut of a girlfriend?" You asked as you watched how his eyes are now filled with emotions unlike earlier.

"Yep. He shouldn't have touched my face though. If you weren't there, I might've broke a few of his bones." Sehun said as he pouted. "We're here, noona."

Your eyes didn't leave his face, it's like they were glued to him for the moment.

"Noona?"

"Does it hurt?" You suddenly asked, your other hand going to his bruised cheek. Your fingers touched his cheek, making him slightly feel warm inside. Sehun watched how you worriedly looked at his small injury. It was just a hit from a weak guy but—

"Ah! Ouch! Noona, it hurts..." Sehun whined as he grabbed your hand that was on his cheek and winced. Your eyes widened as you felt guilty.

"Oh my! I'm so—I'm sorry! Do you have ice inside your house?"

"No. We don't have any. I haven't gone to the grocery to buy ice bags." Sehun shook his head with a pained face.

You panicked as you looked around. Your father wasn't around but your mother must've been home earlier since it's already past 3. You can't let Sehun in the house, that'll be suspicious for everyone in the house including your sister and her fangirl friends. "Go inside your house and wait for me, okay? I'll get ice inside."

Sehun watched as you quickly opened the gate and walked inside. His lips formed into a smile as he walked back to his house. He suddenly remembered how messy the house is without his mother.

"Oh shit." He cursed as he quickly ran inside the house and looked around the place. Full of trash and it stinks. He threw his bag on the couch and ruffled his hair. "What did I even do here?"

Sehun rushed to sweep the floor and threw the garbage outside, glancing at your gate from time to time. He quickly mopped the floor and made everywhere squeaky clean. He wiped his forehead as he arranged the figurines on the cabinets. He was about to go up and check his room when the doorbell rang.

Sehun found you outside with a plastic in your hand. You bit your lip as you waited.

"Hey, noona. Come in."

As you got inside the house, you actually expected it to be messy and dirty since you found Sehun as the guy who doesn't clean if his mother's not around. But you were surprised at the place.

"You cleaned?" You asked as you chuckled, seeing the mop and dustpan on the side, clearly just used a few minutes ago. Sehun looked away, embarrassed. "Good."

"I know, noona." Sehun grinned, covering up his embarrassment.

"Sit down."

Sehun obediently sat down and waited for your instructions. You rummaged through your plastic bag and pulled out a thin towel. You wrapped it around the ice bag and gave it to Sehun.

"Here. Put this on your cheek. It'll help with the pain."

Sehun followed what you said and watched again as you pulled a first aid kit from your plastic bag. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I don't have any—"

You just shushed him before walking closer and sat beside him. Your thighs were touching as you reached for his other hand that's not holding the ice bag.

"You must've punched that guy back, right?" You mumbled as you caressed his hand, scratches and cuts were on them. Sehun's eyes slightly widened in surprise.

"Y-You noticed?"

"I just saw this on the way back home. You're such a short-tempered and careless guy." You chuckled as you slightly dabbed the cotton with alcohol on his hand. He seriously flinched this time. "Don't just go punching around a guy, okay? Think about yourself first."

"He started it though. He even disrespected you."

"I know but—"

Sehun pressed the ice bag on your face, making you shriek in surprise.

"Yah! Do you wanna die?!" You threatened as you dabbed the cotton hardly on his hand.

"Ah! It hurts, noona!" Sehun whined as he tried pulling his hand away. You smirked in triumph.

"Serves you right." You muttered as you continued treating his scratches.

It was silent for a moment. Sehun just watched as you expertly handled his small wounds. He suddenly remembered his encounter with your brother.

"Noona."

You didn't look up but you hummed in reply.

"I saw Yeol this morning at school and asked him where he went last night since he didn't come home."

You snapped your head towards him, not noticing the small distance you've created from his face. Sehun gulped and calmed himself.

"What did he say?"

"He said he just slept at a friend's house for a project."

"Friend's house? So his friend lives in a hotel?" You scoffed as you remembered how drunk the woman looked like. "The woman doesn't even look like she's younger than 25!"

"I know, noona. The weird thing is, I'm always his partner in every project we make."

You furrowed your eyebrows as you focused back on his hand, putting a small bandage around it.

"Chanyeol's totally lying to us." You mumbled as you felt betrayed and hurt.

Why is he lying to you and even to his own best friend?

"He must have his reasons, noona. Let's not think bad of him, okay?" Sehun calmed you down as he put the ice bag beside him before ruffling your hair. You groaned in annoyance as he messed with your already messy hair.

"I'm not gonna think bad of Chanyeol whatever happens, Sehun. I'm his sister for goodness' sake."

"Good girl then."

"Did you just say good girl?" You squinted your eyes at him as you moved away. Sehun's eyes twinkled in mischief as he reached his hand towards you. "Don't touch me, you playboy."

"Aww. Come on, noona! You let me hold your hand—"

"That was earlier when you looked so scary, Sehun."

"But—"

"I'm going home."

You quickly stood up as you put the first aid kit in the plastic bag.

"No goodbye kiss?"

You threw at his face the pillow beside you, making him groan.

"You just hurt my heart, noona."

"Do you want me to hurt your balls, Sehun-ah?"

"Please go home, noona. Take care." Sehun put the pillow on his lap and innocently smiled at you. You laughed as you got out of the house.

That kid's warming up to me, is that a good thing?

"Of course it's not."'

—

Fluffy’s note: What do you think about Chanyeol's secret? 🤔

—

❥ Ch.12

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xxkellsvixen19xx · 5 years

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The Devil In Me Chapter 6

I want to kiss you again read the text from Michael.

Star touched her lips and recalled her first kiss with Michael.

“Star let's make this official." Michael whispered while she was looking into his mesmerizing eyes.

Next thing she felt was his caressed her. He tasted her lips tenderly. His hand caressed her back while the other slid into her hair. She felt butterflies in her belly and her chest constricted. She felt warmth, excitement, happiness, fear, and desire jumbled in one whole package. Desire won. She leisurely glided her hands from his stomach to his chest to his neck and placed her hands on his nape.

“Damn I got a hot boyfriend." Star thought while gazing at him

"You can look and you can touch me. Don't hold back baby." Michael said. He could see awe in her eyes, that made him chuckle.

Star reddened and placed her arms crossed against her chest in defense.

"L-Let's go to my room Michael” she stammered flustered.

“You know chocolate cake used to be my favourite, but when I met you, you smelled of vanilla. That changed my preference." Michael confessed

"Really?" Star whispered

"Really. Now let me have a taste of you again."

Michael leaned in and took her lips. This time he gently nibbled and he teased her lips with his tongue. He pulled away a bit and staring at her.

“You're delicious. Kiss me again."Michael looked into her eyes, she looked back and she saw desire in them

Star leaned in to initiate the kiss. That started their lip lock. Michael wrapped an arm around her and his other hand caressed the back of her neck.

#ahs apocalypse #ahs #michael langdon #cody fern #fanfic

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