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parkers-gal · 3 years

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why T.H.

wc: 6k (angst)

jerk!tom makes an appearance

You were angry, that was for sure. Tom knew why, it was his fault after all, but he'd never admit it. He would never 'man up' to you and just apologize like he should. At least, not when he should, but he would later, when the damage was already done and set in.

Truth be told, you were furious. How could he do that when he promised not to? You were more hurt than angry, if you were being honest. You didn't want to be the 'mother' but quite frankly, you were disappointed too.

It was your dream to own a bakery, but a bakery in London was something to get your hopes up. Dreaming big never ended well for you in the past, but after years of working your ass off, you had managed to achieve something you had wanted since you were young.

Your bakery, Flour Before Frosting, also happened to be where you met Tom, your boyfriend of almost 18 months. He had walked in one day, charming with a dashing smile, and asked for "your best made velvets, frosted with your number." You remember that day vividly, for it was one of the many times Tom would drop by before eventually taking you out and officially making you his girlfriend. Eight months and 17 days later, you moved out of your crappy flat and into his house (though it really just made things easier because you were already over every night).

You were in your shared bedroom, writing down new plans for how to decorate your bakery for the holidays.

"Hey, babe!" Tom called.

"In here, Tom," you yelled back.

"Oh- hey, luv. Got an old friend visiting next week, so I won't be by for our Wednesday lunch plans," he informed you.

"Oh, okay. Do you want some cupcakes and tea? Gonna have a new batch on Tuesday, fresh with new tea that Jackson just got. I think he made it- anyways, he gave me a sample a few weeks and I absolutely loved it. I think you'll like it too, it's just right for you." You rambled, and Tom laughed and shook his head at you.

"Yeah, darling. I'd love some cupcakes for my guest, gonna have to show off your amazing skills, aren't I?"

You blushed, waving your hand in the air as a hint for him to leave so he would stop flustering you. He ran over to kiss your cheek, leaving a Hershey kiss on your desk before yelling out that he'd be at the gym with Harrison for the next two hours.

Wednesday had come by, and you were on a lunch break, leaving Jackson in charge before heading to your favorite café for coffee and some light reading, and maybe even more planning. Heading in, you ordered and sat down in a booth. The door chime rung, making you look up from your papers and notebooks you had spread out to start your organizing. Tom, and what must've been his friend, walked in. You smiled as they went to the side of the restaurant with the small library of old, vintage books. They were facing away from you, sitting side by side in the angled lounge chairs. You were about to go over to and say 'hi' but your waitress came by with your coffee, so you stayed seated and went back to your work.

You saw Tom with the Tupperware box you gave him, enclosed with the small lunch note you always wrote him. He opened the box, giving a cupcake to the man talking to him (you were right in earshot), before reaching in for his, and the note. Before he got the chance to even look at it, his friend spoke up, frosting on his upper lip.

"You said these were made by a friend? This is fucking disgusting. Is it chocolate or..? Damn, ew, is this frosting healthy?" he laughed.

Tom nodded along, "I, uh, honestly couldn't uhm.." he trailed off, his friend looking at him with a confused expression, expectantly thinking for Tom to agree with him. "Yeah, man, I don't really fucking know."

His friend took another small nibble before playfully gagging, and looking at Tom while he bit into it for the first time. Tom reacted in the same way, 'gagging', to agree with his friend, before putting it on the table with his friend's cupcake.

"Who made that? Certainly wasn't Gordon Ramsey."

At this, Tom laughed. Whether he thought it was funny, or if he was just trying to ease the tension, you couldn't tell. You were too busy blinking tears away.

"You said you had tea?" he questioned Tom. Tom nodded. "Good, need something to wash away that disgusting thing people call a cupcake."

You cringed, turning your head to the side with squinted eyes because you truly couldn't sit there and listen to what someone thought was wrong with your life's work.

Tom didn't reply, just getting the tea in the thermoses in his bag, handing one to his friend while opening his. You were contemplating on if his lack of response was a good thing. On one hand, he wasn't completely encouraging the hate you were getting, but on the other hand, he didn't stick up for you either. Right now, that was all you could think about. But then, everything slipped your mind when both boys tried the tea you had specially made (early, for it wasn't to be sold in your shop for about another month) just for them.

Tom opened his thermos, smiling when he took a sniff at it, because you were right. It smelt like something he would love. His friend, however, would not agree. Taking one sip, he was just as rude about it as he was with the cupcake, going as far as spitting it back into the thermos.

He got up, taking both cupcakes with him, and dumped the thermos out in the trash can, the cupcakes following not long after. He sat down next to Tom, shaking his head with a coy grin before speaking.

"Next time, let's get Chinese or something," he laughed, Tom nodding along with him before slipping both thermoses back into his bag, dropping your note in the process. Before he got to pick it up, his friend crumpled it up and threw it towards the trash can, laughing probably a little too loudly about it. You were certain he knew it was a note from Tom's girlfriend.

You were still for five minutes, stunned. Ultimately, you decided to cut your lunch break short, packing up your stuff as quickly as possible, leaving a tip and rushing out, your back to the boys.

You had yet to bring anything up, though you weren't noticeably acting different around Tom. But when he mentioned the next week that his 'old friend' wanted to "eat dinner and get drunk" you were hesitant. You hoped this 'friend' was temporary, because the effects were already starting to show, and you didn't like what they were.

Tom didn't tell you when he'd be out with, Andrew, he said his name was? but you didn't think it would be the immediate week after the cupcake incident.

You were sitting on the kitchen stool, jotting down ideas for your shop when he came in.

"Oh, Y/N! Andrew and I decided to go out this Friday, said something about clubbing or shit. Anyways, he said don't expect me home early, but I might sneak away if he's drunk enough," he said, rather quickly, for while he was talking, he was filling a water bottle and grabbing some fruit.

"Wait, this Friday? I thought we-"

"Thanks, Y/N! Gotta head out," he was practically yelling, running to kiss you on the cheek before racing out and slamming the door shut.

Did he mean this Friday? His only day off for the rest of the month, the one where you two planned a film night, with take away and late night talks and star walks in the park?

It was only eight o'clock on a Wednesday morning, your late opening day, but you decided to head in early. Walking in, Jackson had already opened for you, being the gentleman he is, just setting up for the day, knowing you didn't want to walk in to a store full of customers without being there. He was sitting at a window table with his boyfriend, Jeremy, giggling and eating a muffin. When the door chime rung, he looked up, his boyfriend turning around to smile and wave while Jackson was coming towards you.

"Hey, Y/N! We're a little short on shortbread today," he laughed at his pun, "so I put in a new batch about 20 minutes ago. The chalk board is set up and the cappuccino machine is on-" he was about to turn away before he stopped abruptly. "Oh! And Tom stopped by while I was in the back. Jeremy said that he wanted you to know something about not eating cupcakes for this new diet? I don't know, he mentioned something about Anthony telling him about some diet that would help fo-"

"Andrew!" Jeremy cut in from behind, correcting him.

"Right, Andrew told him it would help for his job. So he said to stop making his weekly order."

"Oh," you weren't quite sure what you could say. Thank you? What the fuck? It was all jumbled into your brain too fast. "Thank you, J. Well, guess we should open shop for the day." With that, you worked until seven-thirty, an hour later than you usually would.

Arriving home, you walked in and set your bag down, heading for the kitchen to get water. Mid-drink, Tom walked in.

"Why are you home so late?"

You swallowed, placing the cup down, "I was working," you deadpanned, maneuvering around him so your shoulder wouldn't hit his on your way out. He followed you into the living room.

"It's almost 8!"

"Yeah? I don't know what you want me to say, Tommy. I'm sorry? I'll tell you what you want to hear, but that doesn't mean I mean it. "

He was silent for a second, laughing slightly, seemingly letting it go. You weren't joking, but you didn't want to argue, yet. "Right," he laughed again, "Sorry. I did want to talk to you though."

"We are talking."

"Smartass," he joked. You giggled slightly. "I've got to go back to press next week. I leave on Tuesday." You stopped laughing.

"For how long?"

"I'm always gonna be away for the same amount of time, Y/N, you know that. I'll be back mid October."

October? It was only the beginning of April.

"Well, I'll be back in London for a few days in July so you'll have that. Press ends around September, but I need to finish up Chaos Walking. I'll be here for Halloween though," he smiled encouragingly.

You nodded. "Okay.. do great things, Tommy," you always told him.

Friday rolled around, and you you were going to close the shop early for your night with Tom, but he was going out, so your plans were out the window. Instead, [your best friend] would be coming over at around eight. Tom would be gone by that time, right?

It didn't matter, because he wasn't even home when you got back from work. It was barely seven, you two usually had dinner together. Well, not this past week because he had plans with Harrison, and his brothers, and Andrew, and Tuwaine...and practically everyone else. Seeing as you had about an hour, you decided to shower, changing into some casual clothes. Tom was going clubbing... he wouldn't be back before 4 A.M., right? You didn't care, [your best friend] would spend the night anyways. You had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

You were wearing a cute tank, your favorite sleepwear, and some loose sweat pants. You were drying your hair with a towel when the doorbell rang. It rang again, so with the towel in your hand you ran down the stairs, yelling, "just a second," but it rang again. You swung the door open, confused, because [your best friend] always came in unannounced because you two were completely comfortable with each other. Instead, you were met with the boy from the cafe, Andrew. You looked around, and saw Tom's car parked by the curb, Tom waiting in the driver's seat while talking to someone in the back.

"Hey, Tom texted you or- whatever. We're going clubbing, can you get his stuff?"

"Uhm.. stuff?"

"Yeah.. he said you'd put his stuff inna backpack so he could get ready at my place," he answered confidently, as if you knew about this.

"I'm- uh, sorry? I don't have anything," you answered.

"What?" his eyes were wide with annoyance and disbelief.

The car honked, and Andrew turned around, shrugging his shoulder and mouthing something to Tom, before Tom came out and up to you.

"Didn't you get my text, Y/N? About the stuff sitting on my dresser?" he asked, straight up without so much as a 'hello' or 'how're you?'.

"No, I- no. No I didn't get your text, Tom."

"Well-"

"Well?" you interrupted.

"Thanks for, nothing I guess," he responded, moving past you and into the house to retrieve his things. Once again, you were left with Andrew on your porch, only this time he was eyeing you up and down, winking at you before yelling to Tom and going back to the car, Tom following not long after. This time, he didn't even bother saying goodbye on his way out. Just as they drove off, [your best friend] walked up.

"What the hell was that?" she shrieked.

"What?"

"That whole, 'thanks for nothing' bullshit. What kind of boyfriend thinks he can say that to his girlfriend?!"

You started heading in, taking one of her bags with you as she followed you inside. Placing her things down, you turned around, giving her a bear hug which she gladly returned.

"It wasn't that bad. Besides, he's been worse this week," you explained.

She was silent for a moment, shaking her head before talking. "Okay, I see why you called for a girl's night on such short notice. C'mon, lets get changed into some pajamas and get the snacks ready. It's been far too long since we've had actual time with each other," she gave you a sentimental smile, soft and sweet. You nodded, already planning on what to get and where to make the fort of blankets you already knew she wanted.

About half an hour later, she was in comfortable clothes, and you were in the kitchen making hot chocolate, getting chips and dip and pretzels and candy and everything in between. You had both decided to use the guest bedroom, which was accompanied with it's own bathroom. The room was probably a little smaller than the master bedroom, which was normal, but the bathroom was more expensive than yours. Plus, this one was used when the boys came over, so the Xbox, all the video games, movies, and the music equipment was here. Even with all this expensive stuff, the room was still as big as ever, so putting a fort in front of the bed barely took up any space.

You had to make at least three trips for all the food and stuff you were bringing, and because this was a guest bedroom, it had a mini refrigerator. Both of you decided to keep it pg-13, no alcohol or rated-R movies. Tonight, it was a Disney marathon with hot cocoa. At around 11:30, you had just finished your third movie, Beauty and the Beast, when [your best friend] stopped the ending credits and turned to you.

"Before we watch anything else," she turned to you while you did the same, "let's talk. We can fall asleep watching Disney, but we can't fall asleep and keep talking," you interrupted her, laughing, before nodding away. "So.. what's going on? With Tom, I mean, because you mentioned that he was worse earlier this week than he was today, and tonight he was pretty nasty so I mean- yeah, what else has he done?"

You paused, looking down and sighing, giving in. "Well, it started with Andrew, some 'old friend' he wanted to catch up with. I gave Tom some cupcakes and tea from the shop to eat with him. I was on my lunch break when the boys came into the same cafe and started eating. They didn't like it and- well.. they sorta threw it out after gagging about it," you said. Her eyes went wide. "I don't know, [best friend's nickname], I mean at first I was stunned, hurt obviously because it seemed to be on purpose because Tom knows I always go to that cafe on my lunch break. Is it a coincidence that he came to the same cafe at the exact same time I have my lunch break?"

You went on to explain how Tom had cancelled two dinner dates and a movie night within the past two weeks, and that he was going clubbing without inviting you, cancelling his weekly cupcake order and calling you clingy after you texted him about making sure he ate dinner. Not to mention he only just mentioned him leaving next week on a press tour, and spending his only day off with Andrew even though you two had planned spending that day together for a month.

By the time you were done listing off all the reasons, you were sobbing into [your best friend's] chest, trying to catch your breath. It was too late though, because Tom wasn't here and the events leading up to an attack like this could have only been noticed by him, seeing as [your best friend] wasn't here to see them herself. You couldn't hear anything, your pounding heart being the only thing filling your ears. [Your best friend's] attempt to calm you down wasn't working, resorting to the breathing exercises which were slowly drowned out. You could't even get a breath in. The realization hit you: if you didn't take control, you would faint. You had never had an attack this intense in at least four months, so everything needed to help you would take too long to get.

You gripped her arm, unable to focus on anything except for the fact that you were going to faint.

"I'm here, Y/N, I'm right here. It's going to be okay, right? We're gonna work things out. Yeah? Everything's gonna be alright. We're gonna be alright. We'll be alright," she cooed.

You blacked out, only for about two minutes, but you did. When you woke, you sobbed again, finding a steady breath before completely crushing [your best friend] with a hug, gripping her tightly.

"Thank you," you whispered.

She got you settled, convincing you to snack lightly before brushing your teeth, making sure you drank water. The fort was ready, untouched since your movie marathon, so you both climbed in and fell asleep watching Disney.

Four hours later, it was four o'clock in the morning, and the front door slammed shut.

"Y/N!" Tom slurred, dragging out the last syllable of your name. "Y/N!" he repeated, the same way but louder. "Where the fu-! OH! OW!" he screamed.

You and [your best friend] were already starting to sit up, confusion spreading across your faces before she got up, following her directly after. She opened the bedroom the door, and you stepped out, making your way down the stairs and seeing Tom sitting on the ground, missing a shoe with a rip on his shirt sleeve.

"There you are! I wus at the club a-and Andrew and I were hanging out and he took home some girl- he said if he was getting laid that I should come home and get laid by my lame-ass girlfriend, so come here! Fuck me!" he slurred, talking too loudly for your liking.

"Did you just call her a lame-"

"Tom, you're drunk. Go to bed," you cut her off, knowing how protective she would get. Honestly, you wanted her to scream and shout and yell at him, and you wanted to join her. But if you were going to, you wanted him to be completely sober so the guilt would really sink in.

"No wonder you're a lame-ass," he muttered.

"What was that?" [your best friend] yelled.

"Nothing! I'm going up to bed, see?" He looked at both of you before running up the stairs like a kid.

You both stood there, a little hesitant, before going up the stairs, talking on your way.

"Y/N, I swear if you hit him, you better knock some sense into him because that boy is so ridiculously stupid and undeserving of your love."

You laughed, growing quiet because you were beginning to think she was right.

The next morning, you and [your best friend] got up at nine to make pancakes and bacon, your usual sleepover breakfast. The speaker was playing One Direction, both of you singing and slightly dancing when Tom came downstairs, disheveled and hungover.

It was Saturday, his last Saturday with you, but it had taken him too long to get interested in hanging out with his girlfriend. "Hey, Y/N. Wanna do something today?" he asked.

[Your best friend] looked at you, but you had already made up your mind. "Sorry, Tom, [your best friend] and I are going shopping together. Next time, though," you said, before putting your dishes in the sink and slipping out of the room, [your best friend] following you out.

That night, you and your best friend departed ways, telling her you'd call and let her know when she could come over again. You got home, and decided to put your new things in the guest bedroom, because your clothes from last night were still there. The mess, luckily, was cleaned up thanks to [your best friend], who convinced you to help with the cleanup.

It was nearly ten-thirty by the time you got situated. You were in a new set of pajamas, sitting in front of the tele in the guest bedroom on the floor, looking at all the new things you bought. You found this super cute sweater, and a pair of jeans [your best friend] insisted on buying for you. You also found a pair of shoes to go with an outfit you had planned in your head; it was perfect. People say your looks shouldn't matter, but you felt good when you looked good, so you loved fashion. Overall, you and [your best friend] must have spent at least $800.

At around 11, you heard footsteps running around the house, before Tom came into the guest bedroom.

"What're you doing in here? Aren't you gonna sleep in our room?" he looked worried.

You lowered the shirt you were looking at, making eye contact. You hesitated, "I- yeah... Yeah I guess."

"You guess?"

You just shook your head, trying to be playful with it, but ending up avoiding his gaze all together and going back to looking at your new things.

"Y/N?"

You looked up, "Yeah?"

He looked -- surprised almost? There seemed to be a glint of hurt in his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked.

You nodded, getting up and setting the shirt back in its bag, "C'mon, lets just go to bed."

He mumbled an agreement, turning around and walking to your bedroom. You left the guest room, closing the door and going into your room. It was weird-- to even consider it your bedroom, because you hadn't slept in it for about three days. The last time you did, Tom wasn't with you. Was it normal? Did all couples go through things like this? You didn't have much time to dwell on the thought, because you were already under the covers, sleep consuming you before Tom got the chance to talk to you about anything.

It was almost noon when you woke up on Sunday. Rolling over, you felt Tom's side of the bed empty. The feeling of the cold sheets didn't come as a surprise to you, he was gone every time you woke up even though he didn't start filming until around 10 A.M. . It was different this time, because it was your last weekend together. He was always at home on the weekends he wasn't away filming.

You pulled the covers off you, walking downstairs into the kitchen where you were met with Tom and Haz, quietly whispering things to each other. You didn't get to listen long, for both boys shot up and stood straighter, smiling to you. You just looked at them, slightly rolling your eyes before grabbing some juice and heading back into the guest bedroom.

When you came down ten minutes later for breakfast, both boys were talking normally again.

"Just talk to her, alright man?" Haz spoke.

"What am I supposed to say man? I can't just go up to my girlfriend and tell her I'm fucking pissed at how she's been ignoring me. Not gonna be rude like her-"

"Woah- woah woah, Tom. She's not that rude. Just have a civilized conversation with her. It's easy, you're just overthinking it."

"Okay.. okay, yeah- yeah," he stuttered, turning around on his heal but abruptly stopping when he saw you standing in the doorway. His jaw dropped, noticing your anger immediately.

"Maybe I should go-" Harrison started.

"No, no don't bother. I'll go, it's obvious you both want it."

You turned around, going up to Tom's bedroom and getting a change of clothes, immediately putting on your jeans and the rest of your outfit, before Tom came barging in.

"No- Y/N, I'm sorry. Please, let's talk," he begged.

You ignored him, getting some more clothes, enough to last you two days, before going into the bathroom for your makeup bag and some deodorant. Going back into the closet, you grabbed your work backpack, making sure all your notebooks and journals were in it, before shoving the things you had in to join them.

"Y/N, please. I- listen to me, please. I'm sorry, let's just talk. Talk it through, yeah?" he asked.

You looked up, talking rather emotionless. "No. We can talk when we've both thought our shit through, although I thought it was only you who needed to get their shit together, but obviously I was wrong. I'll be back after work on Monday, if you're even here to notice." With that, you moved past him, grabbing your phone and texting [your best friend], picking up your keys from it's hook and heading for the door. Haz was standing in the living room, and when you passed him he gave you a sentimental look, but you payed no mind as you glared him down, opening the door and slamming it in Tom's face, for he was downstairs too late.

About 10 hours had passed since you left, and Tom had only thought about you for two of them. Andrew and 'the gang' had called him, insisting that him and Haz join them for some fun. Tom had reluctantly agreed, much to Harrison's dismay.

At around eleven o'clock, Tom had had enough 'fun'. The guilt in him was killing him, but his anger for you was killing him even more. Telling Haz he'd be heading out, he drove home, getting into bed and thinking about what you'd talk about when you got back.

Monday had passed, and you were doing better than you thought you would be. You opened shop about 30 minutes early that Monday morning, knowing it was better to keep yourself occupied. It was [your best friend's] week off, so she offered to come with you to work, and 'volunteer' almost. She had quite some experience in waitress-ing , so you gave her that job. Around noon, Tom came into the shop, and [your best friend] called out, "Incoming, [your nickname]."

You looked up from the cappuccino machine, turning around to face the door Tom had just entered. The minute you saw him coming towards you, you spoke. Luckily there weren't that many people around who didn't know you, so they didn't react when you yelled at Tom.

"Get out."

"I just wanted to-"

"Get OUT!" you yelled, louder when Tom didn't listen to you.

He moved forward, leaving a Hershey kiss near the cash register, looking to you for your reaction. You picked it up, and threw it to [your best friend], who unwrapped it and ate it herself. He left after she pointed towards the door.

When you closed shop, you decided to head home, seeing as he was leaving tomorrow and you had obviously thought a lot about what to do. The only option, really: talk it out.

Walking in, you placed your bag by the door and went to get some water in the kitchen. Tom was standing there, staring into space. He noticed you come in, and immediately stood up straighter, obviously becoming more aware of his surroundings.

"Are you- are we talking now?"

"I'm here, yeah. Let's talk," you answered setting your cup down.

"What's your problem?" he asked. You looked at him like he was crazy, so he went on. "I mean, these past few weeks, you've completely ignored me. And when you did acknowledge me, it was a rather rude encounter. "

"You think I'm rude?" he nodded, and you scoffed. "Well I'm sorry you think I'm rude. You wanna know what I think is rude?"

"Look, I'm sorry my being honest upset you. But nobody said the truth was nice," he interrupted.

"Tom, what the fuck?"

"I'm just saying! Out of the two of us, you're the one who has more problems!"

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means that you are always the one who cries over shit, and gets upset at little things," he answered. You looked at him in disbelief. "What I'm saying is you're over-dramatic and too sensitive."

"Oh for fuck's sake," you started. "You just- you just don't know when to quit, do you?"

"You said to talk! I'm talking!"

"You're being completely unreasonable."

"Am I? Because all you've talked about is how you think I'm crazy. Do you even have anything to say?"

"Fine! You want me to talk? I'll talk. I've been rude to you because you are the one who let that man you call a fucking friend insult my life's work. You completely agreed with him, took in my hate and didn't even stand up for me!" You yelled. Tom didn't know you knew about that, and he was about to interject but you kept going, "And to make things worse, you kept seeing him! Every single fucking week, it was 'Andrew said this!' 'Andrew said that!'. You cancelled dates to see him! Call me over-dramatic, but when your boyfriend cancels a date on his only day off, I think most girls would be pretty fucking pissed," you walked out of the kitchen.

Tom was in the living room too, following you. "Yeah, well I'm sorry I cancelled our plans, but we live together. Don't you think we see enough of each other because of that?"

"Wha- what?"

"Think about it! We see each other all time because we live together," he reasoned.

"Yeah, I guess you're right,"

"See-"

"If you were ever around, I would see you a lot. But you're never around, so no, Tom, we don't see each other a lot. I work too, remember!"

"Not like I do," he mumbled.

"What?" you yelled.

"Nothing."

"No, Tommy. If you have something to say, you better fucking say it or so help me-"

"I said 'not like I do'!"

"What? Because I'm not some movie star with his head up his ass, I don't work hard?"

"My head's not in my ass, yours is! All I wanted to do was talk things out, not get fucking blamed for things that aren't my fault!"

"Yeah? Well all I wanted was someone better," you quipped back.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"What have I done wrong! Please, enlighten me! All you've done is complain about the stupidest things!"

"So my feelings are stupid, now?"

"Did I fucking say they were?" he yelled, voice raising as he stepped closer.

"Sounded like it to me!" you yelled, raising your voice to meet his.

"Just tell me! Do you have anything else to say?"

"You- you really are stupid, Tom."

"No, Y/N. I'm not. You are, not even telling me why you're so fucking angry at me."

"I'm angry because I had my first attack in months because of you. You! The person who told me he'd always be there to help me through one, not cause one. I'm angry because you go out without even bothering to ask if I'd like to join you. A-And then you just throw it at me that you're leaving for, what? Seven months?! Not to mention you completely stopped eating things from my shop because of a so-called diet? And you're off with that Andrew guy, who eyed me like a pervert even though he knows I'm taken. You know how uncomfortable I am with that! And don't you dare say you didn't know, when you're the one coming home drunk telling me he's picked up another girl and telling you that you should go home and get laid too. God knows you'd listen to him if he asked you to cheat on me. Not to mention how you called me fucking clingy because I was checking up on you. You want me to stop making sure you're okay? You want me to stop caring?" you screamed. "Because you say the words and I will fucking back off for good. "

He was silent for a second, only missing a beat, contemplating on if he should apologize or keep fighting. Because he didn't want you to be angry, but he wanted to win. He needed to win. "Yeah, I wish you would back the fuck off. You're always on me!" he screamed. "And I get wanting to be affectionate, but you're just fucking sickening. Too much love."

That made you stop. "You think I'm loving you too much?" you asked quietly, and Tom looked at you, really looked at you, after hearing the change in your voice. You were quiet, practically whispering now. It wavered slightly, your eyes were glossy and red.

"I- I didn't-" he started, but it was no use. The damage was done.

He knew better than anyone about your past, which had caused a massive buildup in insecurities that were inevitably killing you. When you met Tom, he had promised to discard each and every one of your insecurities until you loved yourself as much as he did.

"No, you did. And you fucking know it." You were walking upstairs, getting yet another bag ready to last you until Tom left for his press tour.

"No, no Y/N, I'm sorry. Listen to me, baby. I didn't mean it," he begged.

"You wouldn't have said it if you didn't mean it," you said, choosing a few shirts to shove into your backpack. "Your intentions were pretty clear, Tommy. I'll stop caring for you, stop putting in effort for this toxic relationship. I'll stop loving you, because right now, it seems like loving you is the one thing wrong with me," you said, finding some pants and your makeup bag.

You were making your way downstairs now, "Y/N, Y/N please. Please I need you. I can't leave us like this- not when I leave tomorrow."

"What 'us,' Tom? There is no 'us' anymore."

"What're you saying?" he asked, tears finally falling from his face.

"I'm saying it's time I move on from you. Moving on means not having you. So, we're done," you opened the front door.

Tom stood in the doorway while you gripped the handle. "So- we- we're.."

"I'll be out before you come in July," you filled in. With that you slammed the door, driving to [your best friend's] house, while Tom sobbed on the floor in what used to be a home of two people who loved each other.

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angelkurenai · 3 years

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Imagine having a crush on Charlie Hunnam and Dean, your bodyguard, getting extremely jealous when, during an interview, you can’t stop flirting with the man who is also there as a guest.

“You know, all jokes aside, you seem a lot more calm this time. You're usually stressed out to go on interviews, no matter the host.” Dean remarked, his eyes taking in your figure.

Seriously, why don't you spread your legs a little more, I didn't quiet get the message yet. you almost said, and you most certainly thought, but only bit the inside of your cheek and looked away from Dean.

Your bodyguard leaned casually against his seat, knowing fully well just how distracting he was to you like that but not giving a damn. The suit did wonders, not that he needed it to. Though you had a growing suspicion he was well aware of it and was doing it on purpose just to get you back for everything you'd put him through.

“Well, for one I've had time to relax.” you shrugged, looking away, finding it easier to speak when you weren't looking at him “And I did plenty of it, to the point I'm looking forward to get back on the spotlight. Maybe you should try some of that? You are more stressed tonight.”

“You mean vacation?” he raised an eyebrow as you hummed.

“The kind of vacation that's meant to make me relax?” another questioned which you nodded your head at.

“Oh that kind of vacation, I see. So-” he paused, giving you a look “Not the kind of vacation that's a torture for me, filled with ice-cold showers and morning shots of whiskey because you're walking around in your bikini all day long and refuse to change unless it involves dressing down more? That kind of vacation?” he paused, eyebrow raised as he expected an answer to that before adding “Mind your own business.” he muttered, voice deeper as he glanced at the driver who had been not-so-subtly listening in.

“I-” you parted your lips to answer but ended up shrugging anyway “Guilty. But also, sorry not sorry. Besides, that's not the point here. I mean it, you could really use some vacation. Lately it seems that whenever I have an interview you're more stressed than me and my manager combined.”

“Do I? I wonder what the reason might be. Oh maybe it's the fact that last time I remember, you took part in a game that involved buckets of water being poured on you while wearing a white dress and what I rather vividly remember very little coverage underneath. And you-” he pointed a finger at the driver “If you dare google that, you're fired. Trust me I will know.”

“Yes, sir. I didn't hear a thing, sir.” the driver said with almost wide eyes, knowing fully well not to challenge Dean. It didn't matter how, he wasn't going to risk it.

Meanwhile, all you could do was roll your eyes “It was not buckets, only glasses of water. We were playing water war and just because you were giving me looks all night, I lost and Jimmy won. So yes, I blame you for that. Besides, I was wearing underwear, alright?”

“At this point I really wish you weren't. Wouldn't have been as... traumatizing.” he struggled a bit to say the word because if he really used the one he felt like, the one he wanted to, then he didn't know if you'd make it to the studio. But given the snort the driver gave then it couldn't be more wrong of a choice for a word.

“Social media didn't see it that way, as far as I remember. Including several celebrities I know of.” you shrugged, smirking “I don't know about you, I had plenty of fun.”

“And I had plenty of heart-attacks.” he muttered instead, mostly to himself.

“Either way, you don't have to sweat it this time. Graham doesn't have any sort of games, not of that kind anyway.” you brushed him off “Nothing to worry about.”

“Nothing to worry about. Nothing my ass. Son of a-” he sighed heavily, dragging a hand down his face.

At this point he would certainly take all the water the ocean had to offer, instead of whatever that fancy colored liquid that sat in the glass on your hand was. A glass you hadn't missed the opportunity to refill at least twice so far. And while that on it's own wasn't such a bad thing, combine it with a ridiculously attractive man who happened to be your celebrity crush – as you never failed, not for a second, to point out to Dean every time you got the chance – and a lack of inhibition and you had the perfect recipe for a catastrophe. Or Dean's death, whichever came first.

“So as you can imagine, now there's a bit of a problem there now. Mostly whenever I'm on a flight and what not.” Charlie explain as Graham nodded his head and you looked at him with a concerned frown.

“But it's not like it's left a problem with your hearing in general, right? You- you can hear well from that side of-” Graham started speaking.

“Well, generally speaking I can- I'm sorry what?” but as he was talking, Charlie started speaking at the same time only to pause and ask the question back instead, which made all of you burst into laughter.

“Wait- hey you!”

“Ah gotcha huh?” he grinned, his smile only getting brighter when he glanced in your direction, your giggles a tad louder and more easy thanks to the alcohol in your system. It was exactly that which had Dean on edge. One of the many signs that the alcohol was doing its job.

Much like the easy and inviting smiles. Much like the way you'd bite your lower lip at times, when he spoke. Much like, even when you were speaking, instead of looking at the host, your eyes would constantly jump on the man next to you on the couch. Much like when you laughed at something funny he said, your hand would rest on his shoulder or, worse, when it rested on his thigh. And if that wasn't driving Dean mad as it was already, when the actor only seemed to relax under your touch and lean in closer, it felt like he could only see red and that the tie around his neck was choking him. He was about to loosen it only to remember he had done that long ago. If there weren't people there, he'd have long ago jumped from his seat and started pacing around like a lion in a cage. His jumping leg was certainly proof of that, what with all of his twitching. He huffed, shaking his head before he narrowed his eyes at the scene before him. Every little action that unfolded before his eyes was proof of why he hated not being able to intervene when you had a little too much to drink.

“Territorial much, aren't we Deano?”

He remembered you asking with a smirk on your lips, which had very quickly and easily turned into a grin - if not a slightly drunken one - when you'd clearly seen the way his eyes had only darkened and his jaw, clenched and all, had twitched. The look he had given you was of a warning one, telling you not to test him further but after a party where you've had a little too much too drink and even more to flirt, with all those actors and celebrities around, you only saw it as a challenge. He knew real well he was being territorial, he didn't need you to ask. He had nearly punched a guy when he got his hands on you, and it was expected after he had been fuming in the corner and watching like a hawk when said hands lowered even further down your back and you leaned into him all giggling and touching. He was bound to explode and it came as no surprise that, even drunk, you would take notice of it and use it to your advantage. Granted, he couldn't pin you on the wall and mark you down nor slam you against the bathroom wall and have his way with you, but he could come up with ways to get in the way.

Not that the alcohol seemed necessary anyway. Snapping back to reality, the scene before him verified his thoughts. The way the man was looking at you, his undivided attention all yours, his eyes on you at all times and, even worse, his lingering touches could have very easily made you fall into his orbit without even a single drink needed.

“And here I thought that walking away with a bruise or two from the set of Marvel was too much. Oh how I love green screen now!” you laughed “I mean I've had several injuries before, but most of the time they're far too stupid to talk about. Besides, I always look one step away from total meltdown doesn't make much of a difference if you add an injury or two to the case, so- Cheers to that!”

Your words, as you raised your glass, earned a laugh from everyone around you, Graham not missing the opportunity to speak “See? That's exactly why she is my favorite guest! This is what everyone now calls is a total mood!”

The man next to you, who threw his head back and then looked at you with absolute adoration written all over his face “Oh I doubt that even at your worst you could look anything short of perfect, darling. In fact I feel like I should have received a warning, to make sure I was more properly dressed or something. I didn't know I'd be sitting right next to an angel tonight.” his accent wasn't making things easier as Dean could practically see you swoon.

“Oh, look who's talking. Please, don't have a single doubt Mr Hunnam, I can't take my eyes off you tonight!” you smiled, or more like smirked, at Charlie, whose smile only got bigger when he heard your words.

“Now it's my turn to blush, please.” he offered you a smile which you could only describe as adorable, if not irresistible given how you bit your lower lip “I mean, I'd say it's just me but I believe that everyone will agree when I say that I don't think there would be a single injury that can take from the beauty sitting next to me right now.”

“Why you flatter me so much, Charlie, but you say that only because you're too good and because you haven't seen me in the morning.” you pointed out, loving to see him raise an eyebrow “The whole rise and shine is the exact opposite of what I do. One, because I don't rise, I could stay in bed all day long, and two, because I can only shine as much as a black hole does.”

“While I could definitely argue with you on that one, dear, I'll only say that it's impossible to believe. I don't doubt for a second that you're any less beautiful. That could be just my imagination, sure, because I have no personal opinion or experience but-” he shrugged while the audience cheered for him and you laughed behind your hand, and the man lowered his head in slight embarrassment and rubbed the back of his neck “Besides-” he cleared his throat “In all seriousness, now, there is nothing wrong wanting to stay in bed till late.”

“And even more when there's good company for cuddles, right?” you raised a suggestive eyebrow at him, making him bite his lip in return as he lowered his head while laughing “Besides, I am never one to deny a man his chance at seeing how I really am in the morning.” you shrugged not in the least bit innocently, because Dean knew that look and the whole body posture you had and it had him gritting his teeth, before the audience cheered even more loudly at you “For- You guys! For research purposes, clearly. So that Charlie can testify that I am indeed the... human equivalent of a black hole in the morning! That's all.”

Your giggles could barely be heard as the audience clapped once more, some of them laughing as well. You instead bit your lip before taking another sip of your drink, Charlie doing the same.

As if by some miracle, or at least for Dean, this time it was Graham who spoke up “Why, for some reason, I feel like I am third-wheeling here? And I thought it was my show. I feel like you won't even realize it if I'm gone.”

“No Graham, of course not!” you reassured him with a smile “You know you're my favorite host! You're the star of this show, the one that makes the rest of us shine and bring out the best in us! The one who makes us laugh and have the time of our lives in the show! The one who makes us look forward to this! The one-” you paused , snickering as you glanced at Charlie “Boy am I drunk already?”

Everyone along with Graham, laughed. Well, everyone except for Dean, who looked like he was going to pounce any given second now, especially with how his arm was casually resting on the back of the couch, almost over your shoulders “It's alright, I think we all realised it by the second complement in a row.”

“Well, at least let's all be honest. It's at least slightly less embarrassing than me recounting mildly gross if not horrifying stories of all the injuries and infections I've gotten. Which, thank you, by the way, for, Graham. It's-” Charlie paused, nodding his head “Exactly as I pictured spending my night. Speaking about the times I got a moth in my ear and ran down a forest naked, while such a lovely lady is sitting next to me.”

“Oh trust the lady, she is very much enjoying the conversation, worry not!” you giggled and he grinned, finally resting his arm on your shoulders and giving you a squeeze.

“You're mostly welcome!” Graham laughed “But, speaking of- I noticed this and I wanted to ask you myself, this seems like a reoccurring pattern with you Charlie, isn't it? Like, I always hear you saying that you got sick this or the other way and you- correct me if I'm wrong, but you are someone who takes pride in their personal hygiene.”

“I- I'm a germaphobe, you can go ahead and say it.” he laughed “Yes, it's one way to describe it. Of course I- I do take pride in my personal hygiene but I do think it's exactly that which gets me. You know how these kinds of things end up turning against you? Well, yeah, that's what happens with me. I get sick all the time.”

“There is a saying about that, isn't it? I think I've heard it somewhere but I can't, for the life of me, remember it right now.” you mumbled with a deep frown.

“Oh yeah, you attract the most that which you fear the most.”

“Ah, yes! Yes.” you nodded your head, pausing only half a second before looking back up at nobody in particular “Oh how I fear Charlie Hunnam!”

And that was all it took for the crowd to erupt into cheers and for Dean to groan as he let his head fall into his hands. There was no need to look any more, the way the actor's eyebrows rose in interest and a smile spread on his face. He knew what was to follow, and he didn't mean just the interview, and that meant he had to prepare himself for whatever he had to do to keep and... if need be, maybe finally, mark his territory. But unlike any other time, he knew, it wouldn't be as easy.

“You- what? You guys! I was only... I'm just saying what every lady and gent here is thinking, that's all. Me? I'm just more or less... drunk. Drunk more than I initially assumed.” you laughed, shaking your head despite your burning face “Aah Graham, how I hate you.” you gave a sweet smile to the host and friend of yours as all he did was laugh at your misery.

“Ah Graham, how I love you.” Charlie said, laughing “Can we-” he looked away and around at the crew as he lifted his glass “Can we get come more of that here? Lovely drink. Truly lovely.”

“Lovely night.” Dean grumbled to himself, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest, eyes hard as he glared at the man before him and next to you. But truth was he knew that it was only the beginning of the night if not the beginning of a very long and tiring journey, which he didn't know if he'd make it through. Why?

Because as if on cue, as if he'd read Dean's thoughts, Charlie's eyes met his. The smile vanished from his lips for barely a few seconds, making Dean straighten his back and narrow his eyes at him. Because he'd, maybe, finally met his match. That's why.

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secondhand-trash · 4 years

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Triple Feature

Kinktober 2020 — sex tape

A/N: something about yaku just makes me want to call him daddy in everything I write for him you know...

Pairing: Yaku Morisuke x reader

Description: A triple feature of some very questionable home videos...

Warning: filming, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, spanking, spitting, cumplay, mirror sex, mentions of maturbation, you called him daddy (1) time

Word count: 4707

vid001.mp4

“God damn it, this is harder than I thought it would be...”

The crisp ring of your chuckle followed the mumbling groan of your boyfriend as he fixed the placement of his phone on the nightstand. Yaku’s face took up the entirety of the frame, with your grinning features peeking out from behind of his chestnut locks. The camera could not focus on his round eyes right at the very front but instead showed you clearly, the way you bit your lips as your eyes looked away from the camera all recorded down as an evidence that you were not as confident as you had thought you would be.

There were sounds of things shifting and clicking at the background, until he finally took a step back. His full face could finally get into the frame now that he wasn’t upfront, his eyes looking at the screen as his hands held mid-air, hoping that the device wouldn’t fall down.

“Ok...” he murmured as he turned around, still staring at the phone from the corner of his eyes before climbing onto the bed where you were already laying there to make sure it wouldn’t fall down the moment he let go, “I think this should work.”

Your bare form was on display without him blocking the camera, showing that you were very much so naked except for the thin panties you had on. You had your arms crossed in front of your chest, slightly conscious of the way you were presented on camera. Your grin grew wider when the sheets underneath you ruffled under his weight, his upper body shadowing over you as you wrapped your arms around his neck when he perched on top of you. The angle of the camera captured his chiseled form perfectly, each pulse and flex of his back as he leaned down to tangle his tongue with yours was hard to ignore when it was at the center of the frame. Even with the limited scope, the curve of his hips as he settled between your legs was delicious on the screen, his cock just barely covered by your legs that were propped up.

“Nervous?” he asked between kisses, his hand going up to knead your tits gently. You let out a slight whimper when you felt a pinch at your nipple, followed by a skillful roll of the bud between the calloused pads of his fingers that had you pressing your legs together.

“Kind of.”

Your reply was soft, nearly unable to be picked up by the audio as his lips trailed down your neck, the sound of his sucks and licks at the delicate skin replacing the breathy notes of your voice.

“Aw, don’t be,” you shuddered when he swirled his tongue around the perky tip of your chest while taking care of the other with his hand, “pretty sure you’ll look just as good on camera when I’m fucking you in real life.”

You gave a light shove on his shoulder at his playful teasing but he didn’t budge. Your face heated up when he released your tits with a lewd pop, the string of saliva connecting between his lips to your chest making you look away in bashfulness.

“Don’t get shy on me now when this is your idea,” he mused, gesturing to the camera with a tilt of his head while he hooked his finger into the side of your panties. You arched your back off the mattress so he could remove the article easily, the white fabric trailing off the side of your thighs before it was flung to the other side of the room with a mindless flick of his wrist.

It was indeed something you come up with. You had raised the idea of filming yourselves during the rare moments when you were in the same bed with the consideration that you were always so far away from each other in mind. The thought of having a record of your intimacy to look on when you were nowhere near feeling it yourself made your skin burn and just the vision of him doing the same when he was alone was far too tempting of a rush for you to pass on when he was finally home after months away in another continent.

You just didn’t expect yourself to feel so vulnerable and exposed when the camera was actually on you, that was all.

As if sensing that your mind was elsewhere, he gave an almost mean spirited roll of his hips and pressed his erection against your slit. You moaned at the contact, throwing your head back as he continued to rub his length along your cunt.

“Don’t think of anything else,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips as he glanced down to marvel at how he could see you getting wetter and wetter the more he toyed with your folds. He hummed in approval when you lifted your hips up, urging him to stop with his teasing with a whine and a pleading stare at the man between your legs.

The exhale that left your lips was shaky as he leaned down, his chest pressed up against yours with him fisting his cock in hand and lining the tip up at your entrance.

There was no mistaking the shudder of your body when he whispered against your lips, so low you could not hear it in the tape but you could still remember vividly the warm huffs of air against your lips when he spoke.

“Just think of me.”

A sharp mewl was ripped from the back of your throat when he pushed into you without a warning, his length stretching you out with a hilt as he bottomed out inside of you. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and the panting moans that bounced off the walls were enough to make anyone blush, let alone the idea of these shameful noises being recorded for him to listen to. You bury your face at the crook of his shoulders, your hands gripping and clawing at his back for leverage as your body rocked violently under his force.

As if he was conscious of the camera that was on, he gripped onto your knees and pushed your legs back. This new angle allowed him to drill into you much deeper, each surge of his hips slamming right at the back of your thighs as his balls slapped against the plush curves of your ass. Your legs being pushed back also meant that the way his cock disappeared in your cunt with each thrust was in full view on the camera, the way the doughy flesh jiggled with each plow together with the sheen of your arousal dripping off his cock was a sight to witness

“Mo- Mori!”

“That’s it, keep saying my name like that,” he grunted, letting a loud groan slip from his lips when you clenched around him. Your voice came out as a choked moan when he suddenly gripped your jaw in his hand, tilting your head to the side roughly where the camera was.

His hard tip rubbing against your walls was enough to have your mind melting into a puddle but to look at the camera while you were trying hard to even keep your eyes open had goosebumps raising on your skin. Fuck, he was going to watch this someday. You whimpered at the thought, the fist in your stomach curling and uncurling as he jackhammered in you.

“Look at the camera while I’m fucking you," he commanded, giving a hard thrust up and laughed breathlessly at the mewl you made, “is this good? Hm? Say it out loud so I can hear you.”

“Ah- yes... so good, so good-”

Your knees went weak at the chuckle that rumbled out from his chest at your incoherent reply, the string of words slurring off your tongue as you could barely form sounds underneath him. Your eyes were dopey as you stared at the camera, lips parted and almost with drool leaking out from the corner at how good his cock felt pitoning at the spongey spot deep inside you.

"Gonna cum-”

"Yeah?" he said, his hand still firm around your jaw as he leaned down to place opened mouth kisses at your exposed neck, “Gonna cum on my cock like a good girl?”

The pet name had your toes curling and you let out a sharp moan when the band in you snapped. The grip of his hand was almost painful when he yanked you back to face him, making you look at him in the eyes. He groaned at the sight of your glassy eyes and the drop of tear that was pooling up at the corner, the fluttering of your pussy from the orgasmic shocks had his stomach tightening and his thrusts getting faster.

You yelped when he shoved your legs all the way until they were against your chest, a slight push at the small of your back had your waist arching for him and allowing him to rail into you. The camera was shaking as the bed rocked, the thumping of the frame as he slammed down hard in you each time made your heart beat at an erratic rate.

The last thing that was in the frame was the sight of his shoulders shaking and eyes pursed together before he gave one strong push, ripping a weak moan from the back of your throat and knocking the device onto the ground.

It was a while later when the darkness was lifted, the camera blurry as it refocused until it was fixed on your figure on the bed. Yaku held the phone in one hand as the other caressed the side of your legs, brushing his thumb against your sopping folds and the trail of his cum that was leaking out.

“Mori..” you whimpered, hiding your face in the back of your hand as your face burned up from how he was zooming in on your wrecked hole, “don’t film that...”

He chuckled and the camera panned away, ending the video with a soft laugh and the sound of his hand rubbing against your skin as he pulled you close.

vid004.mp4

You could barely look at the front camera as you held it right by your face, focusing on the arch of your back and your ass that was up in the air.

You had never paid much attention to your form as you got on your fours but now that you had no choice but to face yourself, you could finally understand why Yaku was so crazy about this position. Your legs were on both sides of your body, the curve of your thighs as it blended with the swell of your hips made you feel so sensual. Your chest was pushed together on the mattress, the faint line of your cleavage barely visible on the screen.

A playful smile danced across your features when you saw him climbing on the bed behind you off the screen, your eyes pursing tight when he gripped onto the soft flesh of your ass.

“Make sure you get this,” he mused, his palm rubbing against your soft skin.

You wanted to roll your eyes at him but was cut short as your face contorted at the sharp sting that landed on your skin at the sudden smack. You did not need to look to know that his eyes were fixed on the way your ass jiggled under the spank, his palm rubbing circles on the area where the ache settled in as a burn. You had your face muffled in the sheets beneath you, the camera facing away and focusing on him.

Being filmed was one thing, having your face right at the very front where not even a single twitch of your eyebrows would go unnoticed was another.

He leaned down on your back, his eyes staring into the circle at the top of his phone as he pressed kisses down your arched spine. He hummed in approval at the goosebumps that rose on your back and the way you shuddered beneath him before getting back to your perched hips.

His placed his hand at the small of your waist, appreciating the delicious dip of your spine when he pressed your body down lower. You shivered when you heard the sound of his spitting into his hand, the silver string crudely connecting his bottom lip to his hand before he spread the liquid all over his cock.

A low whimper escaped from the back of your throat when you felt him rubbing his tip against your folds, the sheen of his spit coating against your slit had him licking his lips as he slipped his tip in.

You gripped onto the device in your hand, trying to steady your hands that were about to start shaking as your knees grew weak from kneeling. He seemed to be in the mood to torment you, pushing in bit by bit at an agonisingly slow pace.

“Mori...”

He clicked his tongue, the corner of his lips tugging up as he held your hips still when you tried to roll it back to get more friction. “Don’t be impatient.”

Your bottom lip went numb at how hard you were biting down, knowing that even the slightest of noise would be recorded into the audio. The stretch sent your mind into a frenzy as he leaned back to watch his cock being sucked in by your cunt, pulling out a little with each inch he shoved in to draw the barely audible whines out from the back of your throat.

“Hmph-” your voice was muffled when you felt his hard tip pressing against your tight walls, the pulsing vein rubbing at the contracting muscle when he gave a sudden thrust only to pull out of you completely.

You snapped around, pouting a little at his antics.

“What did I say about holding back?” he said, landing his hand against your cheek when the last note of his voice rang in your ear. You mewled out in shock, and he seemed satisfied with the reaction, "Good girl...”

The moan that ripped from your lungs lingered in the air when he sheathed in you, the sudden stretch making your knees go wobbly as the arch of your back collapsed onto the mattress. He slid his hand under your lower stomach to hold you up, the other digging into your ass as he started thrusting upwards.

The camera was fixed on the way his abs flexed as he drilled his pelvis against yous, each slam down had the swell of your hips bouncing under the brute force. The sounds of skin slapping against skin was loud, mixing together with your whimpers and pants to form a harmony that he adored so much.

His let out a breathless laugh when he saw your fingers curling around your phone in a vice grip but buried your face downwards, “Get your face in there too, I want to see you fall apart...”

You let out an embarrassed whimper at his request but complied. There was no ignoring the way you clenched uncontrollably when you saw your glassy eyes and parted lips on the screen, watching as he slammed down on you hard with each surge of his hips. Your brows were locked together, looking so teary as you peered up from the mattress into the camera.

He groaned as your wetness gushed out of your cunt visibly, the essence of your arousal coating his length and letting him glide against your silky walls with ease as he bottomed out of you each time. There was nothing he loved more than the sight of your shoulders tensing up as your hands gripped onto the sheets beneath you while he fucked your brains out, your legs shaking but still struggling to hold yourself up to maintain your form.

Your eyes pressed into two tight lines as you felt your coil tightening, your tongue threatening to loll out from your parted lips as your jaw went slack from the mind numbing pleasure. Your voice broke at the end as you panted, your phone tilting away when your eyes could barely focus on the blurred screen.

The video cut to another angle after a shoot of him fumbling to reach for his phone that was placed at the side of his legs, now showing a full view of his length slamming into your sloppy cunt. Your ass was flushed under his force, each thrust drawing a sharp noise from your lips as you shuddered under him.

You let out a sharp whine when he pulled out of you, his hand fisting his length that was coated in your arousal as he slid it between the parted mounds of your ass. The sound of slick rubbing against your skin was erotic, the squelching bouncing off the walls as he held tight onto your sides.

He hissed when he came on your back, the spurts of white darting across your ass and lower back as he pulled away and jerked himself off. The way his cum splattered on your shaking form was downright sinful and he made sure to rake the camera all over your body as he took the view in. His chest was still heaving as he rubbed the drops across your skin, the stickiness making you let out a whine in protest.

You huffed when you felt his finger drawing a small heart at the dip of your back.

“Cheesy...”

He laughed, the camera panning up to the sight of you turning your head back to face him with a smile.

“Oh, don’t act like you aren’t into it.”

vid011.mp4

The way he looked as he sat back against the floor, his legs spread and very naked with his phone facing the mirror he was in front of was a dream.

“You start the video already?” Your voice rang from the back, your calves getting into the frame as you shifted your weight onto the other foot you were standing on.

“Yeah,” he said, biting his lips to stop the smile that was forming on his lips as he fisted his cock in hand, “want to make sure I can get a shot of your face when you sit on my cock.”

He chuckled at the snort you let out but it was cut short when you leaned down to hold his face in your hand before placing a firm kiss on his lips.

“Pervert,” you huffed, but the grin on your face betrayed you on how you were not any less eager about it as you crawled onto his lap. He hooked his free hand around your waist lazily, returning the kiss when you turned back to capture his lips. You moaned into the kiss when you felt his hand sliding down to trace along your slit, rubbing small circles around your clit with the wetness he gathered at his fingertips.

Leaning back against his chest as you gripped onto his forearms for leverage, you buried your face at the crook of his neck when your mouth fell open in a silent sigh as you hovered above his cock, his hand giving the length a slight jerk before holding it up against your entrance. A soft whimper escaped your lips as you slowly sunk down, a slight burn at your skin from being stretched out.

“Look at yourself in the mirror,” he said, licking his lips at the pretty faces you were making as your features contorted in bliss, “look at how good you look...”

His hand moved to the base of your thigh as he whispered in your ear. Your eyes fluttered open against the instinct to shut them tight under the shivers that rose on your spine, the sight of yourself being split open reflecting off the mirror had you letting out a moan. Yaku’s eyes were bearing into your half-lidded ones as he watched you with intent, cooing a little in encouragement as you took more and more of him in you. He let out a muffled groan when he finally sheathed in you, the soft curves of your ass plush against his pelvis as you arched your back off of him from being filled up.

Your naked bodies were right at the center of the frame as he held the device in hand, loving the way there wasn’t a single inch of you that wasn’t being recorded as you adjusted to his length with your lips pursed. You whimpered when his hand dipped down to press against your clit, feeling your slick gushing out at the contact. He was warming and filling up inside of you and you couldn’t help but feel the heat building up at the pit of your stomach as the position you were in left no spaces out between the two of you.

A roll of your hips had him groaning in your ear, dipping his head down to trail kisses along the blade of your shoulders as he looked up at the mirror from the crook of your neck. Starting off slow, you increased your pace bit by bit as you lost yourself in the feeling of his cock pulsing against your walls. Shifting so that you could steady yourself on your feet at both sides of his lap, he let his head fell back when you starting slamming yourself down on his cock with each bounce of your hips.

Your skin heated up at how the way you fucked yourself on his cock was completely on display much thanks to the mirror in front of you, having nowhere to hide when the camera was right on your figure. Your tits bounced with each hilt of his length in you, his hand running down your torso as you moaned and panted. Your eyes were filled with wanton lust, barely able to focus on anything as you fought back against the urge to let them roll back. The loud squelching as your cunt clamped down around him had your mind in a puddle, the sheen of your arousal on his length was permanent each time you lifted your hips off of him only to sink all the way back with a shudder.

He couldn’t help but hold your legs apart with his hand, making sure that your bare cunt sucking his length in was fully on camera. Your folds were practically fluttering around him, the engorged bud begging for attention when he pulled the hood back with his thumb. It was an addicting sight and he now has it on film, he grunted at the thought before thrusting up unexpectantly and earning a broken mewl from you.

The pace at which you were riding him had slowed down as your knees went weak, your legs feeling wobbly as the heat in your core overtook your body. Hooking your legs over his own, he spread them open so that nothing was left unseen before taking matters into his own hands.

“Fuck-”

A high pitched squeak was ripped from the back of your throat when he snapped his hips up, his free hand hoisting you up against him under your chest as he starting drilling inside of you. You laid back against him helplessly, his name rolling off your tongue like a mantra as he plowed in you. The vein at the underside of his cock rubbing against your walls had your toes curling and you could do nothing but moan when the hard tip of his cock pressed firmly against the spot deep inside you that had your scalp going numb.

The camera was shaking as he moved against you vigorously, but it was still impossible to miss the visual evidence of your release as you threw your head back and dug your nails in his arms. You wondered if you could see the clenching of your cunt around him when you look back at the video, the thought of hearing your own voice cracking as you cum making the heat that exploded in you all the more permanent.

“God, you’re so tight-” he let out a choked moan when your orgasm rippled on him, the clenching of your walls making his speed quicken as he chased his own high. Lifting your head up weakly, you savoured the way his lips immediately latched onto yours and every vibration that echoed from the depths of his cavity before it hit you right in the core. His hand got rougher and rougher on you, groping and kneading everywhere he could reach as he relished in the softness of your skin stark against his calloused palm.

“Daddy please...”

“Please what?" the snare in his tone as he grunted in your ear had you whimpering, your head filled with only one thought as he held you close to his body while pumping his shaft in you.

“Please cum in me-”

The sweet notes of your plea was the last push he needed before he finally let go of his control, stilling in you as he shot ropes of his load inside of your pussy. You let out a sigh as the warmth filled you up, feeling his muscles contracting and spasming behind you as you leaned back.

Whimpering when he shifted while still being in your sensitive cunt, your voice came out as breathy pants when he formed a v with his fingers and spread your folds apart. You whined when you saw him zooming in on your slit that was still wrapped up around his girth, the white beads of his cum seeping out of your fluttering folds and dripping onto his length. You were making a mess between his legs, the clear trails of your own essence mixed with his release pooling up from the base of your thighs.

A flick of his finger against your clit had you arching back, pushing more of the sticky substance out of you.

“So pretty...” he cooed, his finger toying with your sloppy cunt and watching it fit right around his cock.

“Don’t tease...” he chuckled when you gave a lazy wiggle against him, the warmth of your insides seeping into his skin as he hummed against your neck.

“Alright, alright...”

Yaku let out a loud grunt as his head fell back, the weight in his stomach lifted as he let out his pent up frustration.

He was still huffing when he brought his hands up, letting out a sigh when he saw the strings of white that were coating his hand.

Was it possible to feel empty after jerking off?

His eyes flickered to the screen that was still playing, the sound of your moans filling his ear was anything less than soothing. Having something to let his mind wander while you were away was great but sometimes it made him crave the real deal even more. You seemed so close but so far away at the other side of the screen that when he closed his eyes, he could convince his poor brain that it wasn’t his hand around his girth but your tight cunt but the illusion was broken the moment he opened his eyes to a dark and empty room that was lit up only by the glowing screen of his phone.

He nearly jumped when he heard the doorknob twisting.

“Surprise-” your face froze at the door when you saw the very telling position he was in and the initial confusion was quickly replaced by burning hot shame when you heard your own voice echoing in the room.

“Hm,” he didn’t seem to be bothered by being caught, rolling to his side to face you as his eyes lit up, “seems like I have successfully manifested you here.”

He laughed when you shoved off your shoes and nearly latched onto his phone but he was one step ahead, taking the device and held it above your reach before you could pause the video. His smile did not falter when you glared at him, tilting his head slowly at you like it was a challenge.

“I think it’s about time we make another one of these little videos...”

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A Distant Dream II // Luke Patterson

Summary: In 1994 seventeen year old Luke Patterson had once again tried to ask out the girl that held his heart. With the belief he would see the younger Mercer girl the next morning he decides wait to confess his feelings. Only to have soft music bewitched the reader into an antique wardrobe with lots of history.

Warnings: Swearing, talk of pregnancy, cops, strict parents, and angst

Words: 3.1k

A/N: I’m thinking maybe four or five more parts following this. I really fell back into a Narnia hole recently.

Part One

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Julie Molina didn't mean to snoop in Luke's things at all, but her elbow had bumped his backpack to the ground. A worn picture had escaped the open bag to float next to her foot. Her deft fingers picked the photo of Alex standing with a girl laughing at something out of frame. The jacket the girl wore was familiar to Julie as she had seen Luke wear it.

Her throws furrowed as she turned the picture to the back to see the writing on the back in legible black sharpie.

Y/N and Alex Mercer, Downtown Los Angeles 1993

Julie's took a guess that the girl was-

"What the hell Julie?" Luke's furious tone took the girl by surprise, but it was the rush to yank the picture from her hand. The guitarist flooded with the familiar grief that was never too far from his mind, it had been one a year to him instead of twenty-six.

The picture was cradled in the guitarist's hands as he pinned a nasty glare on his living friend as if she had kicked his puppy. Behind him stood Alex and Reggie becoming quiet at the picture in Luke's hand. The tears started to fill Alex's eyes as he vividly remembered the night when the picture had been taken.

Alex slung his arm around his sister's shoulders with the identical grin on display as Bobby and Reggie slumped over a paper. You had a feeling it was a song that Reggie had written and Bobby loved being able to give his input on the music. Something he didn't get to do with Luke. With that name in mind, you turned to the guitarist lazing around on a couch.

The band had finished a three-song set for a local club that often turned their cheek to minors walking in. It had taken a lot of manoeuvring, but you had been able to sneak inside to add the band to the list.

"Can you believe this?" Alex gleefully laughed, looking around the packed backstage room they had snagged. They had it for another five minutes, and the band ate it up as if they had already made it in the business.

"I can't believe you guys actually made this happen." You breathed before a laugh escaped your mouth at Reggie, pulling a face at you. The blinding flash bringing your attention to the boy holding the camera you had received as a gift.

"Always a great candid with you!" Luke announced shoving the camera in his backpack with a cheeky grin aimed directly at you, "We better split before security catches us."

"I thought they knew we were here!" Alex exclaimed rushing to grab his things with all bad ideas conjuring in his head. Being in the band annoyed your parents so if he ended up arrested he'd be shipped off to a behavioural boarding school.

He saw himself in a prison cell after being arrested. His mind going to the worst-case scenario instead of only being kicked out instead.

"If you knew the truth, you wouldn't have been able to sit still." Luke retorted as the sound of footsteps sounded outside the room. Luke's eyes scanning the room for any kind of solution to their problem.

With no safe exit, the five teenagers shuffled into the small bathroom with a big window that opened. Luke was quick to push Bobby and Reggie out first. He went next stationing himself to catch you before Alex was pacing in the bathroom alone.

"C'mon man!" Luke whispered to the blonde drummer glancing between the open window and the door separating him from security.

"If our parents have to pick us up from the cops, we are dead, Luke!" Alex hissed wincing at the loud knock on the door, "They barely condone being a band let alone getting arrested. We'd be in boarding school before you could say Orpheum!"

"Then get your ass down here!" Luke retorted jumping in place as Alex debated his options, but he slipped out the window with a sigh. The group running off with the sound of security hanging out the window screaming at the teenagers. His hand encased in Y/N Mercer's own soft hand.

"That's Y/N." Alex's voice was soft to the Puerto Rican's ears with his eyes a more delicate blue giving Julie the impression he was mostly lost in thought, "My little sister."

Julie's eyes shifted between the three ghostly boys all quieter than anything Julie had ever encountered with them. The only other time Julie had seen Luke so sad was when Alex and Reggie brought her to Luke's childhood home. It was unsettling to see the usual happy go lucky boy drained of energy.

"Did you find her?" Julie asked recalling that Alex had been the only one so far to not attempt to find his family. Reggie had told Julie how his house turned into a bike shack but other than that the subject wasn't brought up.

"She disappeared in 1994." Luke choked out, clenching his eyes tight at the last smile he saw on your face. The one that was seared in his mind with the regret of never taking his chance with you.

Twenty-six years didn't wipe the deep feelings he still held for the girl who had disappeared with his heart. Attempts to find her futile leaving her state just as unknown as back in the '90s. The case had been long cold with the years erasing her memory from people as they moved on.

"Did she-"

"We don't know. One night she just disappeared with no clues." Reggie supplied finding himself to be the only one able to speak. Luke and Alex overtook by the flood of grief and guilt that came every time they grew strong enough to mention her name.

"I can look for her if you want." Julie offered to the trio, "If she's living she may have social media. More likely Facebook with her age but if I can get-"

"No." Luke and Alex spoke at the same time with equal passion in their voices, but it was Luke that continued, "I don't want to know."

Julie's lips parted, but Luke already left with Alex in tow by the grasp on his distressed jean jacket. The Mercer boy sending a smile of gratitude, leaving Reggie alone with her.

"I'd like to know." Reggie softly spoke, meeting the gaze of the living girl, "Maybe that's why we're here too. To find the truth about her disappearance and if we find something, we can tell them."

The shadowed pain in his eyes creating a yearning in Julie's heart, "Of course. Can you tell me about her? I could build a portfolio on possible places she's been."

"Her disappearance was a catalyst for a lot of things that happened." Reggie admitted breaking his usual carefree and clueless demeanour, "Alex and Y/N aren't twins. She was a year younger than us but where one sibling went, so did the other. They understood each other more than the band could ever know."

"Why hasn't Alex talked about her?"

"It's hard. The world in the '90s is very different from this time. We've mentioned bits and pieces of our lives, but you don't know the darker pieces."

Julie listened intently as Reggie was the most serious she had ever seen him, showing her that there was more to Reggie Peters than he let on. Julie felt honoured he trusted her enough to drop his guard that he held up strong.

"Mr. and Mrs. Mercer had certain beliefs that their family should hold and show the rest of the world. Before the band, Alex and Y/N were shells of their real selves laced into designer clothing, perfect grades, charity galas and their futures already written."

"So, they came from money? Galas and designer clothing." Julie rolled her eyes, "What was so bad about that?"

"Just because they had money didn't mean they weren't suffering. Anything less than 98% was a failure to Mr. Mercer. By the time Y/N was thirteen, she was trained on how to be a perfect lady. Alex wasn't supposed to play the drums, both he and Y/N were classically trained on piano and violin." Reggie recalled, "The first time Alex held drumsticks it was like he shattered the glass window of the tank he was drowning in."

"What about Y/N?" Julie questioned, wrapping her arms around her knees as she watched Reggie melted into the memories he fondly held dear in his heart.

"She stayed in her tank drowning, so Alex didn't have to be alone." Reggie simply replied a fond smile reappearing at the days you would dedicate to solely to him.

Reggie didn't like to talk about the things that went on behind the doors of his idyllic beach house. You just knew and gave him days that let him step out of the fear of the unknown. He didn't have to put up his front like he did with the guys, he got to be unapologetically Reginald Peters. The boy that had wished his parents would stop fighting and be that happy family once more, but his wishes never got answered.

"She sounds like a really cool person."

"Luke and she had this unspoken relationship that never evolved into more. Both too scared the other didn't feel the same. The night she disappeared, he was going to tell her he loved her. When it didn't happen, he was going to do it the next morning."

"But she was never found. What do you think happened?" Julie questioned the Peters boy who's smile dropped. His mind flipping through all the what-ifs that had lived in his brain for the entire year before he died.

"I think she ran into trouble and couldn't find a way out. I only hope if she passed away, it was easy and quick." Reggie finished instantly flipping the switch back to his usual oblivious façade used as his coping mechanism.

"I was thinking we could work on that song?" Luke piped up as he and Alex both poofed back into the studio as if the last hour hadn't happened. Both their pain neatly placed back in that box in their brains the light barely caught a glance at.

As Sunset Curve poured themselves into the song, they worked on together deep in the basement of the Molina's a sound lightly filled the space. The sound of a celebration heard with the backing of upbeat trumpets followed by a laugh. A soft golden glow lighting up the dark basement through a sheet protecting an antique piece of furniture.

The Golden Age, Cair Paravel, Narnia

The House of Pevensie ruled fairly and justly for a decade and a half together with High King Peter and his Queen, you, by his side. Never one to cower from a battle you were often found by Peter's side holding the sword and the bow strapped over your back. Both items gifts from Father Christmas back during the Winter Rebellion against the White Witch.

Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. In the year 1015 of the Golden Age, the Kings and Queens of Narnia set out on a hunt. Leaving the daily duties to their court, the Pevensie family decided to hunt the magical White Stag. It was a break from the stress of ruling and failing to provide an heir to the kingdom for you and Peter.

"How are you?" Susan questioned slowly to a trot beside you and your horse Mercer. The question flaring frustration once more in your body.

"I am fine, Susan." You sighed looking ahead to where Peter was speaking with Edmund and Lucy animatedly. His blue eyes raising to meet yours with the fondness that had evolved from the love.

The courtship that turned into marriage had mellowed from the way it had been in your early '20s. At thirty-one, you found that what you had thought was everlasting love was simply just two teenagers with mutual attraction. The only two that understood each other coming from a different place than Narnia.

You still loved Peter, but something made you feel as if he wasn't the first man you had loved and certainly not as much as this nameless person. Overtime Peter and you came to the same conclusion, you ruled as before. You loved each other but not as fiercely as before with the kingdom's responsibilities, placing the relationship on the back burner.

You had years to fix it, however. That's the excuse you always told herself when the guilt of thinking of another.

"The last person to the White Stag has to sit through O'Rielly's draft of his speech," Edmund called out before racing off with his trusted horse Philip taking the lead. Only momentarily as Peter first overtook him.

Mercer swiftly brought you up right behind Peter with a grin on both of your faces.

"Ed, as usual, makes his declaration and can't keep up!" You called over your shoulder at the twenty-eight-year-old King.

His response is a teasing eye roll as he leaned over to caress Philip, "Are you all right, Philip?"

"I'm not as young as I once was." The dashing dark brown horse huffed to his rider as he shifts on his hooves returning to his confident stance—the other royal horses returning to Edmund's side as well. Mercer immediately stepping up on Philip's left flank with a soft sound of acknowledgement.

"Come on, Ed," Susan spoke barely giving Philip a look as she had known for a while that it may be time for Philip to retire. For Philip to choose his successor to serve his King, but it was hard for Edmund to think of Philip retiring.

"Just catching my breath," Edmund informed his cheery older sister patting Philip once more before sitting up straight in the saddle. His brown eyes scanning the surroundings hugging the family in warmth reminiscent of his mother's arms.

"That'll be all we'll catch at this rate." Susan retorted copying Edmund by patting her horse's head earning a thankful neigh in response. The teasing grin lighting up Susan's pretty features that had many a suitor at the castle for her hand in marriage.

"What did he say again, Susan?" Lucy inquired with rosy cheeks from the autumn wind hitting from the exhilaration of riding. Coming to a stop beside the youngest royal, your hand found a home in Peter's calloused one.

"I believe he underestimated us as usual." You inserted sharing a smile with both your sisters-in-laws, "I can't quite recall the words…Susan, would you recall them?"

"' you girls wait in the castle. I'll get the stag myself' were his words with his cheeky smile." Susan replied. Unlike when Edmund was thirteen, he joyfully joined in the laughter filling the woods of Narnia.

Your eyes scanning the area that tickled a faint memory of a girl wearing unusual clothing in the kingdom. A shirt that bared your skin in the dead of winter. The shirt paired with a short skirt of a similar colour to another young woman. Your attention brought Peter's to the landscape as well. So curious the High King dismounted his horse and helped you down.

"What's this?" Peter inquired stepping closer to a tall pole with a lamp lit up with a flame. Covered in vines it was nearly invisible to the eye unless you looked up, "It seems familiar. Love, do you know what it is?"

"I don't remember it. I've seen it but how I did evades me." You replied, stepping closer to the lamppost. Susan was quick to step up beside you just as confused.

"As if from a dream?" Susan spoke, earning a mute nod from you as that same faceless man flickered in your memory. The one that haunted your dreams with the odd cameo of a blonde man.

Your eyes returning the horse you named Mercer as the name held an emotional connection you never understood. Often you would have a memory tickle your brain before disappearing with tasks to be done at the castle. When you saw the back of a blonde in crowds, you felt sad and lost. Or feeling Peter's hand in your own fluttering your heart until your e/c eyes found his bright blue and the fluttering died down.

"Of a dream of a dream," Lucy spoke, turning on her heel to the vast trees concealing the beyond. Lucy spoke barely louder than a whisper, "Spare Oom."

With that, the youngest Queen raced off through the woods with her family on her heels.

"Lucy!" Peter admonished the retreating form of his little sister in her blood-red dress. A deep sigh pulled from your lips as the free-spirited woman ignored their calls.

"Every time. I swear she's still a kid at heart." You spoke jogging alongside Edmund behind Susan and Peter. Your midnight blue dress barely touching the grass of the forest floor.

"You're a kid at heart as well." Edmund merely replied, keeping his eyes on the bright colours of the royal garb his siblings wore.

"Come on!" Lucy's voice called out through the branches that slowly but surely turned softer and the trees tapered smaller.

"These aren't branches!" Peter called out in his deep voice that temporally turned higher before it went back to the gravelly tone. You swore with everything inside his hands became softer and harder to grasp.

"Keen observation there." You retorted taken aback at the attitude you found infused in your voice as if you a teenager once more. Peter's surprise quickly found in his blue eyes that glanced over his shoulder.

"Ow! Ooh!" Edmund hissed as a branch scraped his cheeks and the pain vanished with the soft touch of fur on the scratch. The sudden change of texture startled him almost as the switch of his voice to the high pitch of his thirteen-year-old self.

"They're coats! Fur coats!" Susan gasped startled by the odd shift between the forest and whatever this place was.

"Mrs. Beaver would throw a fit over th- Ow! Lucy, you elbowed my ribs!" You whined stumbling into Peter's side as the others complained at each other hitting, stepping and kicking as the area became smaller and smaller.

Your eyes raising to meet Peter's blue taken aback by his appearance back when you had fought side by side against the White Witch. The eyes that kept rapt with yours at the coronation fifteen years ago and then your wedding ten years previous.

Then behind the siblings in front of you, a door opened to a large empty room with windows behind framing a rural countryside. Then your husband and in-laws were gone, and you fell out with memories from a lost life hitting you full force as you tripped out of the wardrobe.

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gh0styyt0astyy · 3 years

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"You can hide from me forever~?" .. emm.. maybe you can do this we hank?(lee hank if it is ok?) No presure

✨ [Run and hide] ✨

( anon. anon *holds ur shoulders* i loved this prompt thank you )

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⭐️ [Summary] — If you asked Hank how he got into this situation, he’d much rather die than say anything. (Lee!Hank and Ler!Deimos + Ler!Sanford)

fellas is it gay to platonically cuddle your homies after they absolutely wreck your shit

key: deimos hank sanford

⭐️ [Warnings] — TICKLE FIC; MILD LANGUAGE; AND CUDDLING AT THE END; if you don’t like then please just scroll on T_T

⭐️ [Prompt(s)]: “You can’t hide from me forever!”

✨ Enjoy ! ✨

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“Haaaaaank!” Deimos’ gruff voice echoed down a hall; a quiet snicker in his tone as he looked for the merc. Hank, who was currently staked out in a dark room (had the rooms always been this dark? How’d he never notice this?), held his breath.

Putting a hand on the doorframe, Hank leaned out slightly and stared into Deimos’ back.

The shorter guy seemed to be too busy with looking in the complete wrong direction that Hank started calculating his options. Hank had been stalking around this shitty “apartment” that he, Dei and Sanford all called home (Temporary home at least. It’s hard to keep a stable base of operation in this shitty, genocidal state okay?) for at least an hour now. Deimos wanted something from Hank; and whatever game Deimos was playing the taller man didn’t want any partake in it.

“Cmon, Haaank. You can’t hide from me forever now!” Deimos called out again, but beginning to turn around now. Shit. Hank quickly darted into a different room, one with a little more light. At least he could see now.

…However he failed to realize that Deimos could see the faint outline of a shadow, which is ironic really; seeing as how Hank; a 6’6 man can fit inside a tiny crate with no one noticing, yet he forgets to cover his tracks of a shadow.

Deimos’ footsteps came closer to the room Hank sheltered in, and Hank started to crawl backwards to the closet. ‘Shit- shit- shit.’ Hank opened the closet door and quickly stepped inside. Deimos suddenly leapt into the room, a sound of vague disappointment rumbling in his throat. “Damn.”

Hank felt a very light breath leave his chest as he slowly slid down the wall. Maybe Deimos had finally given up his chase. As Hank waited for Deimos to leave the room, he listened to the quieting footsteps. The goggled man silently opened the closet door and looked out, spotting no sign of Deimos. He began to slowly step out of it.

His legs were quickly and suddenly swiped out from under him, causing him to land roughly on his chest with a solid “oof” and a wheeze when something plopped heavily onto his back. “There you are!” Hank could hear the grin in Deimos’ voice.

“Uagh- get off of me you lug.” Hank grunted, reaching back and swatting at one of Deimos’ knees. “Hank, you’re good at hiding, know that? Had me in circles for an hour! You ever play hide and seek when you were a kid?”

Hank was having none of it as he continued to swat and push at Deimos. (Sure the man was significantly shorter than him, but damn; bitch could put some weight when he wanted.) Deimos hummed as he put his head in a hand. “Okay well obviously you wanna move on. So let’s do that! While we’re at it…” A different hand went down to between Hank’s shoulder blades, causing the merc to tense. “Let’s chat! You remember how you crushed my cigs a bit ago?”

Hank did remember that.

“Aaand how you spilled water on me for no reason?”

Hank remembered that too. (And, also Deimos, for your information; it was not for no reason you will NOT burn down another temp home.)

“Oooh or- or how about the time you threw that huge ass centipede at me? Remember that one?”

…Hank remembered that one, as well. Very vividly, might he add.

Hank nodded and Deimos did too. “Yeah. I remember all those too. Especially that last one you asshole.” Hank shrugged. “I mean, it was a little amusing.” Deimos feigned hurt as he put a hand to his chest. “You wound me, Wimbleton.”

Hank started to get antsy now, as he shifted underneath Deimos’ weight. “Will you get off me? Or are you just going to keep me here.” Deimos grinned again. “Antsy, Hanky? Daw okay. I guess I can get on with it.”

“It?” What the hell was “it?” Hank narrowed his eyes under his goggles and when he tried to look back at Deimos three fingers suddenly dug into the soft area between Hank’s shoulders. Oh. Oh that was it. Hank felt his eyes suddenly shoot open as he fell completely limp to the floor, electricity running up his back. His body shuddered with repressed… laughter? Noises. “Deimos—“ Hank spoke through gritted teeth, feeling lucky for the mask covering his betraying face. “Hank.” Deimos answered back. Hank felt himself trying to writhe away from Deimos to no avail. “Shihit.” He hissed, mentally cursing himself.

“Ahha! That’s the response I’m looking for!” Deimos said, taking his other hand and tapping against Hank’s ribs. Making the downed man make a strangled noise into the crook of his elbow. “Pihihihiss ohohoff-!” Hank growled, tried to growl. It was hard to be intimidating with fingers wiggling on your ribs and your back. Deimos was slow, methodical for a moment… before the hand on Hank’s back went from slowly moving to clawing at his shoulder blades. “SHIHIHIT! Deihihihimos you sohohon of a—!” Hank suddenly erupted; Deimos letting out a victorious and satisfied laugh. “Right here is bad? Damn, and I’ve only just started!” Hank tried thrashing his shoulders to get away from Deimos’ hands.

Deimos snickered mischievously, repositioning himself on top of Hank and sitting on his waist instead. “Y’know what Hank? This is super interesting,” Deimos said, one hand continuing to torture Hank’s shoulder blades as the other hand trailed back and forth from his ribs and his sides. “You’re, like, Nevada’s most dangerous Mercenary. And yet I haven’t even been thrown into a wall!” Deimos added, grinning at Hank’s misfortune as the man went limp again. “I hahahahate yohohou—“ Hank hissed through gritted laughter. “Have you even tried getting me off?” Deimos ignored Hank’s previous statement. As Hank began to lift himself with his elbows, Deimos’ hand suddenly shot underneath him and started prodding at his stomach. “YOHOHOHOU BIHIHIHIHITCH!” Hank fell back down.

That’s when a quiet *ahem* and knock on the doorframe made both the men look up. Sanford stood there, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed and an amused look. “Dei, what are you doing to Hank?” He asked, and Hank felt Deimos’ hands slow down until they came to stop. Deimos snickered evily and put a knee on Hank’s back to keep him down. Hank didn’t like that, didn’t trust that evil giggle from Deimos— so he began trying to escape. “San, y’know what I found out?”

Oh shit. He wouldn’t. “What’d you find out, bud?” Deimos you’d better not. “Did you know that Nevada’s most wanted, dangerous Mercenary is ticklish?” That son of a bitch. “Oh, really now?” Goddamnit.

Sanford was waved over by Deimos, and the two started whispering to each other. Hank tried to listen in but to no avail. Suddenly the weight on his back was lifted and Hank tried to shoot away quickly.

But he was grabbed around the waist and pulled back into a heavy chest. Sanford’s arms held onto him tightly as they went back to the floor, except now Hank was sitting up. (Which was better, actually, because being sprawled on the floor like that really isn’t comfortable.) Sanford’s arms were hooked under his, crossed tightly against his chest and keeping him in place.

Deimos was sat at Hank’s legs, grinning at him with a look that could only mean chaos.

“I swear to God.” Hank rumbled, pushing against his captors. Deimos gave an evil chuckle as his hands curled into claws. “Deimos I’m warning you.” Hank pushed at Deimos with his foot, neither of them really acknowledging the now dirty shoe print on Deimos’ jacket. “One.” Deimos said.

…Excuse him?

“Two.” Sanford’s low voice followed.

Hank started wriggling in Sanford’s arms with a little more strength.

…

“THREE!” Suddenly both the men yelled— and Hank lost his shit. Deimos’ clawed hands tasering into Hank’s ribs and Sanford’s kneading into his hips. “OHOHOHOH MY GOHOHOD! YOU AHAHAHASSHOHOHOHOLES!” Hank suddenly shrieked in laughter. (It was so much louder than his voice, louder than his usual tone. It surprised all of them and Hank wasn’t sure if he liked the volume coming from himself.) Hank writhed in Sanford’s arms as he fought against himself. “Holy shit! Dei, you weren’t joking!”

“I know! Hank, you’re incredibly lucky that it’s just us who know about this!”

Hank thought about the idea of someone else finding out about…this. Whatever “this” was. Hank wanted to say something but all he could get out was that loud, wheezy laughter. And eventually he stopped trying to fight it, he went limp in Sanford’s hold and gave in. “SHIHIHIHIT! I’m gOHOHNNA KIHIHILL YOU TWHOHOHO!” You know, it’s really hard to be threatening when you’re being undone. His nerves felt like they were being electrocuted and were on fire, Hank’s legs kicked slightly. “GOHOHOD DAHAHAHMN IT! MOHOHOHOVE YOUR HAHAHAHANDS!”

Suddenly it stopped— Deimos’ hands stopped at least. Sanford’s were at his ribs now, poking and prodding between each bone. Hank screwed his eyes shut; Sanford’s hands were so slow and methodical it was driving Hank up the wall. Hank’s face was warm, completely undone to giggling. It was embarrassing.

“San, you wanna know something else?” “Deimohohos.” “Hit me, Dei.” “You behehtter nohohot!” “Hank’s scars are way more ticklish than the rest of him.” “You bihihihitch!”

That bastard. “Reaaaally now?” Sanford��s voice was low again, close to Hank’s neck. Deimos nodded. “Yuh uh.” Hank tried to squirm out again. “I hahahate you!” He listened as Deimos drew in a big, deep breath and felt as his shirt was lifted. (He knew today was a bad day to go without his jacket.) “Deheheheimos I swear to Gohohohod!”

Hank had literally no time to process anything before—

PBBBFFFTRRTTTT!

“OH SHIHIHIHIT! SHIHIHIHIT SHIHIHIT SHIHIT!” Hank squealed, he squealed. (Hank never wanted to die on the spot more than in that moment. Do you think that he could find Jeb or Tricky or someone to strike him down after this?)

Deimos had raspberried Hank’s stomach— against a huge ass scar that went from his left hip, over top and across his navel and to the right side of his ribs.

And Sanford had started blowing smaller raspberries against Hank’s neck, again, on the scars that went across it.

Hank literally felt like he was about to die in that moment. “OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHY I YEHEHEHEHILD! I YEHEHILD! I’M GONNAHAHAHA DIHEHEHEHE! STOAHAHAHAHAP!” Hank gasped, writhing and kicking his legs. And it was like that, the sensations just stopped. Phantom feelings buzzing through his body and against his skin. “Ohohoh my gohohd.” Hank breathed, his body somehow going limper against Sanford’s. Deimos grinned and Sanford laughed lightly. Hank felt Deimos press against his chest and a light squeeze of a hug from Sanford.

Hank panted lightly, cursing the two mentally. Deimos just grinned up at Hank. “Sooo. I think San and I win!” Sanford hummed in agreement as he nodded grinning too as he bonked his head against the back of Hank’s. “Somehow that went way better than I had expected it to go.”

“You two better sleep with one eye open tonight.” Hank threatened, feeling his body physically relax against Sanford and Deimos. “Yeah yeah, whatever you say.”

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A Helping Hand | kth

» Pairing: Taehyung/Reader

» Genre: Smut, Roommate!au

» Word Count: 5.3k

— Synopsis; You and Taehyung have been friends for years and the two of you talked about everything, that was the case until you found out that he’s been keeping the biggest secret from you all this time.

Warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex, blowjob, deep throating, light face-fucking, fingering, praising, light orgasm denial

A/N: Dawg this was really fun. I hope you enjoy!! feel free to comment, message, whatever you want Sweets. Love you!

Masterlist | Part of the “ Sexual Encounters “ series

— posted: 8.04.2020

You sat on the couch watching a comedy, tears streamed down your face from how hard you were laughing. Once you calm down you grabbed a slice of pizza, suddenly the front door opened with your roommate and best friend, Taehyung walking through. With a deep sigh, he let his bag drop as he swung off his coat before hanging it on the coat rack.

You took one more bite of your pizza before setting the rest down in the box as he walked over to you. You watched him plop down next to you, looking stressed and tensed up. "School?" He lazily turned his head to you. "My professor hates me, I can tell by the way he talks to me and the assignments are near impossible." You grab the remote and pause the movie.

"Yeah, I hear you." Taehyung lifted his head and looked straight at you. "Oh come on, you get excited to go to school so you can see your professor." You wrap the blanket around your shoulders as you speak. "Um that’s Nat, not me.” You said slightly offended that he didn’t remember. “And yes my professor may be hot but I can’t stand him, he's a dickhead, one time he gave us a small time limit for an assignment and I didn't sleep for like 3 days."

"Sleep, I barely have time for that, as soon as break starts I'm gonna go into hibernation." You patted his leg in a 'cheer up' way before standing up to the kitchen. "And how dare you get yourself a pizza and not me, I thought we were best friends." You rolled your eyes, placing your box on the counter then walking back in the living room.

"Firstly, Why so dramatic, secondly as a best friend should, I got you your favorite, nasty ass pineapple pizza." You placed the box in front of him, on the table. He looks up to you with delight before opening the pizza box, grabbing a slice. "Just because you got this for me I'll let what you said about this wonderful piece of creation slide."

You shook your head as you walked back into the kitchen, laughing at how silly he could be. As you grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge you realized that Taehyung had been stressed and tense for a little while now, and you don't think it's just from school. "Hey Tae." He hummed in response as you slowly made your way back, taking a quick drink of water. "When's the last time you got laid?" You see him choke upon hearing your question.

He slowly turned his head towards you with wide eyes, you were slightly surprised to see him so shocked at a question like that. He should be used to your boldness on the topic of sex by now. "Jesus Y/n, what does that have to do with what we were just talking about?" You sit back in your spot on the couch next to him, leaning back with your legs crossed. "Everything, You've been so stressed out lately and I think you need a way to relieve that stress."

"There are other ways of relieving stress than sex, you know." He said, avoiding eye contact, which you found weird but didn't pay to much attention to. "Yeah, but that's the best way and most fun, in my opinion." As you sat there it dawned on you that in the seven years you've been friends with him he's never once talked about his sex life.

"I just realized that you know everything about my sex life and I know nothing about yours." You said with your head laid back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. "I mean you know everything, things I would have never told you if I wasn't drunk that one time." You hear Taehyung snicker at your words. "That one time? I vividly remember it happening on multiple occasions." You lift your head, giving him the death glare.

"Anyway, tell me one thing." He looks at you as if he's unsure of what to say. "There's really nothing to tell." He states as he shifts in his seat. "Come on Tae, what about your first time or your favorite... position?" You raised your eyebrows up and down at the last part, earning a soft chuckle and an eye roll from him. "As I said, there's nothing to tell."

You were so confused as to why he wasn’t telling you anything. Was he shy about it or did he not want you to know, whatever the case may be, you decided not to push any further until it hit you. ”Wait, you’re not saying what I think you’re saying?” He gave you an unreadable expression before taking a bite out of his pizza.

“What do you think I’m saying?” You’ve always hated when people would answer your question with a question to avoid actually answering the question, and that was exactly what he was doing. “Surely your not a virgin, right?” He shrugs his shoulder and that was all you needed to finally understand what he meant by ‘There’s nothing to tell’.

"Oh wow," So many questions were rushing through your mind, you had a hard time choosing what to ask. You stared at him for what felt like forever before speaking. "Why haven't you done it yet?" He plops the rest of his pizza in the box, closing it then dusting off his hands. "It just never felt right with any of the girls I've been with."

He finally looks at you, resting his arm on the head of the couch. "Well except one but I found out she was cheating on me so I ended it before anything happened between us." As you listened you shook your head, baffled that all this time you never knew.

"I'm disappointed in you." You weren't really mad at him but you did feel a bit salty that every time sex came up he never once thought to mention it to you then. "Why?"

"Because we've been friends for so long and you never told me." He rolls his eyes at you, thinking you were the dramatic one. "I didn't think it mattered but how was I suppose to bring it up, yeah my trip to Iceland was amazing, by the way, I'm a virgin." He explained. "When did you go to Iceland?"

"It was just for an example." He chuckled at your obliviousness.

"Oh, anyway I just wished you had told me maybe I could've helped you lose your virginity."

"Help me, how?" Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, he was thinking of something X-rated then again he always had when it came to you, it was kinda hard not to when you would drunkenly tell him that you've always wanted to try anal or that you have a choking kink in your seductive voice. But he was surprised because he thought you were suggesting something that only happened in his dreams.

"I could've found you a girl cause I'm quite good at that." Feeling relieved, he let go of his breath he didn't know he was holding yet at the same time he felt a little disappointed that he was wrong. "Wait, do you even want to lose your v-card?"

"Of course I do, but I don't think it's gonna happen anytime soon cause I don't want to be in a relationship, and I definitely don't want my first time to be with a stranger." Silence filled the room as you took a moment, thinking. You saw an opportunity to help a fellow late bloomer and you weren't giving that up. Taehyung saw that look in your eyes that told him you had something up your sleeves.

"What are you plotting over there?" You sat up straight, turning your body more towards him. "Okay, what if I found you a girl that you knew who also didn't want to be in a relationship." He raises an eyebrow at you but you continued. "Would you at least talk to her to see where things go?"

"Cause I have a few girls in mind that you know or have met at some point." Taehyung sat there, thinking. When would he ever get the kind of chance again, he's intrigued yet worried about your choice of girls. "I mean... I guess." You weren't expecting him to agree at all let alone so quickly but you sure weren't complaining.

"Really?" He nods his head, seeing how excited you were about all of this. "I Just want to know one thing." He said facing you more before continuing. "Why do you want to do this for me so much?" You took a moment to think about his question. It’s not that it was hard to answer, you were just thinking about how to word your response.

"Because I know what it's like to have a not-so-great first time, so I want to give you a 50/50 chance of having an amazing first, that's all." Taehyung nods his head, understanding. "So, how are we doing this?" You rose from the couch in excitement, walking back and forth. "I'm gonna throw some names your way and you'll tell me your thoughts."

He hummed in agreement before he grabbed his piece of pizza, taking a bite. "Okay, what about Josie?" He furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief. "You mean the girl whos rumored to have an std, umm no thanks." You raised your eyebrows, surprised. "Oh, I had no idea, well she off the list." Considering his other options, you paced back and forth with your arms crossed over your chest.

"What about Seoyeon? you two seem pretty close." You asked, stopping directly in front of the TV to see taehyung chuckle. "Yeah, we're close but she's not really into males."

"Nora?" With slightly squinted eyes, taehyung glared at you with an annoyed expression. "The one with a crazy brother?" It took you a moment to realized that she was indeed the one with the possessive and overbearing older sibling. When you first met Nora, her brother basically interrogated you about your intentions with her.

As pretty as girls are, you're just not into them that way. "Damn, that's a shame, she's such a sweet girl but maybe too innocent anyways." You started thinking harder because you were running out of girls, you just needed to pick someone who knows what they're doing. "What about Harin, and don't tell me that there is something wrong with her."

Taehyung looked at you with a slight smile, seeing you preparing for the worst. "No, there's nothing wrong with her." You signed in relief, finally ready for the next step until taehyung added. "Though she does have a boyfriend." You stared at him for a brief moment before closing your eyes out of frustration. You were also confused that you were unaware of any of this about the girls you mentioned.

"How does she have a boyfriend already when she was single the last time I talked to her." It was more of a statement than a question. "Well, I tried, everyone else I know is taken or is a guy," Taehyung commented, saying that it was okay but that was the only thing you caught before your mind wandered elsewhere. You had an idea but you weren't sure if you should bring it up with him.

As you were contemplating on what to do, Taehyung noticed your intense concentrated face as if you were thinking, instead of listening to him. "Hey!" You slightly jumped from the sudden pitch of his voice. "What has you over there thinking so hard?" You shook your head, still unsure about telling him until he insists you do. "Well, I was just thinking that there is one more person that I didn't mention."

"Oh, really who?" Taehyung seemed to be getting more into this with every minute that passed. "You've met her in fact, you know her very well." You realized there would be no going back once you told him, and you decided you were a hundred percent okay with that. "She's honestly the perfect person, she'll make sure your first time is amazing." You said, avoiding his question. Even though you’re okay with this idea you weren’t sure if he would be.

"You know, you still haven't told me who this girl is." He stared at you, noticing that you acting slightly out of character. "Right." You tried thinking about what else to say before revealing the girl, but nothing came to mind. "It's me." You said meekly before realizing you should just rip it off like a bandaid. "Who?" Taehyung slightly tilted his head forward, not hearing what you said.

"Me, it's me." Taehyung stared for what felt like hours before trying to create a sentence, but all he did was stutter. He wasn't sure if this was real or a joke, his thoughts were all over the place. "Are you serious?" You nodded your head, waiting for him to process what was happening.

Taehyung knew you weren't the type to pull pranks but there were times you got an itch in your ass to do so. Though he wasn't getting the feeling that this was one of those times. "So you're saying that you want to be my first, even though we're friends?" He said with his head slightly tilted, trying to catch any signs of this being a prank.

"Yes, plus you and I have been through things that most friends can't come back from." You started to feel calmer the more you talked. "We've seen each other naked, we're roommates so it was bound to happen." Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, he remembered seeing you naked on a few occasions. But he’s wondering when you saw him in his birthday suit.

"When did you see me naked?" You chuckled, thinking back on that night. "All I did was get a glass of water and the next thing I know, you're running full speed out of the bathroom to your room, wet and completely naked." He laughed, slightly embarrassed but shakes it off.

"Oh, that night I forgot my towel in my room." You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh. "I figured, anyway, I'm just saying that I'm confident that something like this wouldn’t hurt our friendship." Taehyung couldn't believe this was happening, he's used to your bold nature but this took the cake. He can't even count how many times he's fantasized about you, despite being best friends. He's a man and he knows he would be dumb not to think your hot.

"But it was just an idea, that's all." You could see the wheels turning in his head and before you could say anything else he speaks, surprising you. "Okay, I'm down." You blinked a couple of times, shooked that he didn't waste any time making up his mind. "Really?" Taehyung scooted closer to the edge of the couch as he nods his head. "Yeah, why does that surprise you?"

"I just didn't think you would come to a decision so quickly, let alone say that you wanted to." You stand up, walking over to sit next to him. "I didn't need much time to think about it." He leans back on the couch, giving you a look you've never seen on him. "You're right, you are the perfect person, I trust you and as much as you talk about sex with me I'm sure it won't be awkward during, or after for us."

"And if I'm being honest, I've had some not-so-friend like thoughts about you." You gave him a surprised smile, propping your elbow on the head of the couch. "I mean, even though we're friends, you're still a woman, a sexy one at that." You honestly didn't think that this would be happening, but you sure weren't complaining. "Okay, but if we do this you have to promise me one thing."

"What?" You lean up, swinging your leg over his lap and straddling him. "Try not to fall in love with me." He chuckles as his hands travel up your thighs to your waist. “Funny, I was gonna tell you the same thing.” He softly tugs on the hem of you, signaling you to come closer. He softly gripped the back of your neck with his right hand, as his other hand slides under your shirt.

You placed an arm behind his head, resting it on the couch as you gave him a soft kiss on the lips. You just wanted to see how he would respond in case he wasn't really into this but sure enough, he proves with his actions that he's more than into it. He pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it without a care to where it landed.

With every moment that passed, you could feel the tingling sensation between your thighs intensify, you've seen him shirtless countless times and never has your body reacted to him this way before. He reaches for the buttons on your black Blouse, undoing them and revealing your bare breasts. As he slides your shirt down and off your arms, you capture his lips in a kiss much deeper than before and driven by pure lust.

You slowly start to move your hips against his groin as his hands roamed your body, making him moan into the kiss. As you tried to unzip his pants he flips you over onto the couch, hovering over you. "What are you doing? this is about you." You said covering your breast, uncharacteristically insecure about your body.

"Are you always this shy when you're with a man." Somehow his voice got deeper than usual. "No." You weren't sure why you were acting this way, maybe it's that you've never been this intimate with him like this before. "Well, don't start now." He gripped your wrists, pulling them away from your chest. Leaning down while keeping eye contact with you, he takes one of your breasts into his mouth, swirling his tongue slowly and gently around your nipple.

Making you unintentionally moan, arching your back. You weren't one to gain pleasure from having your breasts played with, but having Taehyung's mouth and hands on them is a blissful feeling that you didn't want to end. He releases you with a pop then trails his tongue down to your abdomen, once he makes it to your jeans he tugs at them with his teeth before letting go and leaning up.

You unzipped your jeans then lifted your hips, making it easy for him to pull them off of you. Once he rid you of your pants he spread your legs, positioning himself between them. You've known Taehyung for a long time and never once have you seen this side of him, the dark and dominant energy he's exuding. You didn't think he was capable of being a dom but you're pleasantly surprised.

He softly grips your jaw, turning your head to have better access to your neck. Leaving kisses and red marks on your skin, he takes his time rubbing and caressing your body as his hand travels down to where you want him most. Just gliding his fingertips across the curve of your breast, to the softness of your skin right above your navel.

Your breathing became deep and heavy as the anticipation grew, you knew what he was doing. Suddenly you bit down on your lip, suppressing a moan as your panties were no longer the thing between his hand and your clit. Gently he rubs his middle and ring finger in circles around your sensitive bud, you couldn't believe you were about to get loud just from a simple touch.

He continues to kiss and suck on your neck while you started to rock your hip against his hand. "Needy are we?" He whispers in your ear, making you blush and feel somewhat wanting to submit to him. Yet it wasn't in your nature to submit so easily, they need to earn your submission because if not you'll be the one in charge, and Taehyung knows that.

He slowly leans his head up just enough so that his face was inches from yours, and with a glint in his eyes and a devilish smile you knew he was enjoying this, Teasing was his game. He slipped two fingers in your warm and inviting hole, that moan you tried so desperately to hold escaped your lips so easily, so smooth like silk.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out, easing you into the sudden sensation. "That's it, babygirl." He praised in between each kiss to your neck. "You're taking my fingers so well." Your nails gradually dig into his back as he sped up his pace. Taehyung was in pure bliss by your moaning and having you underneath him was something that was always a fantasy for him.

He felt you tighten around his fingers, and he knew you were close which boosted his ego, since it hadn't been that long from when he started and you were seconds from cumming. Once again he leaned up, kneeling as he gazed at you through hooded eyes, watching you come undone on his fingers. You gripped the pillow behind your head tightly, pressing your head into it. "Ahh!!, f-fuckk." The word spilled from your lips as your body trembled from the intensity.

Once you relaxed your body, letting your heartbeat slow down you looked up at Taehyung, who was waiting patiently for you to catch your breath. "I thought you were a virgin?" Taehyung leans his body down, pressed up against yours. He taps your leg, signaling you to wrap them around him before lifting you from the couch as he stands up.

"Just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean I don't know how to make you cum on my fingers." He spoke into your ear, causing a wave of heat to rush through your body. Once he carried you to his room he laid you down on his bed, you surprised him by flipping him over as he did with you. You kissed down his neck, down his chest to his abdomen until you reached his pants.

You stepped off the bed completely, kneeling between his legs as he slid out of his pants, leaving himself in his underwear. You rubbed your hands up and down his thighs before rubbing your hand over his fully harden length. He props himself up on his forearms, watching you grab the waistband of his boxers and pulling down, revealing his member. "Fuck," He curses softly under his breath, feeling your hand wrapped around him.

You begin to stroke slowly before putting your lips around his tip and circling your tongue, receiving a low airy moan. After a little bit of teasing, you wrapped your mouth around him, taking in every inch of him before bobbing your head up and down. Taehyung threw his head back in pleasure, squeezing his hands tightly together, trying hard not to buck up yet failed. Slowly, he thrust his hips in time with your movements.

He gradually sped up his pace, but not wanting to hurt you he made sure not to go too deep. You were pleased to know you were doing a good job but you could tell he was worried about you instead of just enjoying the feeling. You placed your hands on his hips to stop him, he immediately thought he did something wrong but before he could question you, you slowly sunk down until you felt him hit the back of your throat.

You stay there for a moment before bobbing your head up and down once again. He let out curses and moans with his eyes shut tightly. "Ahh fuck, Right there! Don’t stop!" You wanted to see him cum but just not yet. You could tell he was close so you gave him one more suck before completely stopping and releasing him from your mouth. When he opened his eyes he looked so fucked out, but you could also see how pissed he was.

"Why did you stop?" You looked up at him, licking a stripe up his cock from the base to the tip then licking your lips before speaking. "See, I'm not as nice as you are, so if you want to cum you need to work for it." You said with a smirk spread across your lips. "Oh okay, I see how you want to play this." Taehyung leans up off his forearms, he grips your chin and lightly taps you, beckoning you to stand up with him.

He leans his head down to your neck, placing light and delicate kisses while sliding his cock between your folds, thrusting up against your clit in a teasing manner. You throw your head back slightly, letting a moan slip through your lips but after a moment he suddenly ceased his actions and spoke into your ear. "Just remember." He pauses as he pulls back, looking into your eyes before smiling devilishly. "You started this." He immediately picked you up and threw you on the bed.

Not only surprised at his sudden actions but also his strength, you squealed before feeling the softness of his bed against your naked skin. As you lay there with your knees bent, he slowly climbed on the bed, placing his hands on your knees, spreading them. "This time I wanna hear you moan loud." He leans his body down between your legs as he runs his hand down your thigh. "I don't want you holding it in, You understand me?" His voice was low and sweet as honey, yet held pure dominance.

He slides his hand up your abdomen and between the valley of your breasts before circling your left breast, caressing it. He hovers his lips over yours, waiting for you to respond. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "Yes." He lightly bites his bottom lip, smirking as he lined himself up with your entrance, slowly inching his length in. "F-Fuck." You faltered, gripping him tighter. Once he was fully inside he slowly pulled out before sliding back in.

The slow pace was killing you, but you figured since it was his first time he would want to take it slow. That was until he looked into your eyes with a devilish grin, he was enjoying teasing you. His words rang in your head 'Just remember... you started this.' You couldn’t stand it, you just wanted to feel his hands grip you tightly as he fucks you. Before you could ask or beg, he pulled out to slam back in, setting a fast pace.

As you gripped the sheets letting out aloud whimper, Taehyung's head dropped to your neck as he let out a groan of pleasure. "Oh, fucking hell." He says before kissing your neck as he bucked his hips. Your left hand traveled up to his head, gripping on to his hair as you wrapped your legs around his waist. "Ahh fuck, r-right there." You cried out.

Taehyung slightly leans up and grabs your arms one by one, pinning them above your head with one hand. Feeling a bit embarrassed, you turn your head away but Taehyung gingerly grips your chin making you face him. "Don't get shy on me now." He softly kisses you as he fucks you mercilessly. With his free hand, he grasps your breast, rubbing and pinching your nipple causing you to clench around him.

"Fuck, you feel so good.” Taehyung groaned with half-lidded eyes. You could feel your orgasm coming again, with closed eyes you whined out. As soon as you were about to cum he pulled out of you completely. You look up at him, confused until he grinned. You looked at him pissed cause you knew what he was doing. "Remember, you started this." He winked at you before releasing your wrists and leaning down to suck neck.

Suddenly he freezes, feeling extremely horny then he ever thought he could get as you whisper in his ear. "If you make me cum, I swear I'll be a good girl for you, Daddy." He looked down at you with lust-filled eyes, he couldn't take it anymore he needed you now. Between teasing you, which in turn was a tease to himself, and you calling him daddy he knew he wouldn't last long. It had his cock twitching with excitement just thinking about it.

With his hand around his cock, he rubs his tip around your entrance before sliding back in. He started at a slow pace but that didn't last long before he bucked his hips, speeding up. With each thrust he would get deeper, burying himself inside of you. You let out a moan from the way his cock stretched you out.

"You’re taking my cock so well, baby." He purred from above you, leaning down to press a kiss on your neck as his hips worked roughly. You whined and wrapped your arms around his shoulders to grab onto something, screwing your eyes shut. His cock dragged against your walls heavily and you gasped for air every time he hit that sweet spot of yours.

You started to moan louder and clench around him tighter, indicating that you were close to cumming. “You want to cum?" You nodded, eyes locked with his. “Yeah, baby? You want to cum all over my cock?” He asked with a strong thrust following, making you scream in pleasure. “Yes, I want to cum on your cock.” With that he pressed on your legs, spreading them wider as he repeatedly pounded into you, burying himself even deeper.

"Then cum for me.” He urges. Within seconds, not only did he make you cum, he timed it right so that you'd cum together. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head, moaning out as your body shook from the intensity. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He repeatedly chanted as he came deep inside of you. He slowed his thrusts until he completely stopped, he stayed inside in you for a moment while planting kisses on your lips and neck. Both of you breathed heavily as he looked down at your fucked out face.

“That was intense.” He sings, tiredly. Taehyung starts to push himself up but suddenly he stops, looking down at you. "What is it?" You had your hands wrapped around his arms to prevent him from moving. "Can we stay here for a moment?" His eyes slightly widen for the briefest of moments before smiling down at you. He hops next to you, laying down before wrapping his arms around you, allowing you to lay your head on his chest. "You know, I'm glad that my first time was with you."

He admitted, caressing your head while brushing strands of hair out of your face. "Yeah?" You asked in a low tone. "Of course, I trust you completely and I'm incredibly lucky to have you in my life." Silence took over the room for a moment before you lifted your head, looking up at your best friend. "You sure do have a way with words." A faint smile sat upon your pink lips as you watched him smirk and shrug his shoulders at your comment.

"So, how was I?" You rolled your eyes, not wanting to boost his ego any more than it was, but you couldn't lie about his skills even if you wanted to. "I mean... you know... you have." You stopped babbling and decided to ask a question that was just to avoid his question. "Are you should you're a virgin?" He chuckles as he combs his fingers through his hair. He knew what your question meant and didn't push any further. "Well, certainly not anymore."

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Fragile Hearts

Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Hanahaki disease, sad reader hours, reader is insecure, mentions of death, name calling, this is really sad so read at your own risk

A/N: I wish this shit didn’t hit different. Wanna know why? Probably because i’ve got 2 series going down at this moment. Crying In The Club plus and a Shigaraki one thats still in the making. So we’re suffering together ya’ll.

It’s angst month motherfuckers >:)

~~~

God he looked so handsome today. Those beautiful ruby eyes always found a way to creep into your brain. How could they not? You felt a wave love whenever you stared into them. It always gave your heart joy staring into them.

But it always gave you pain.

Maybe cause you were to afraid to confess? Or was the fact that he seemed to not even show a pinch of interest in you. Or was it the fact that he seemed much more interested in a different women every day. He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he indeed hire prostitutes or escorts.

You never showed it but every time you saw a different woman leave his quarters it always felt someone had stabbed you right through the heart. You knew he was a reserved and quiet man. Hell he barely talked to anyone if it wasn’t for a meeting or telling someone off. He was a pretty angry and harsh soul. While you, well,

You were that kind of soul that you would have given the shirt off your back to anyone in need. Many villains (mainly Dabi) asked why even bother becoming a villain if you were so kind to them all, in Dabi’s words “Villains are suppose to be rude and horrible.” It was an reasonable question really. The true reason you became a villain was simple.

You held a unruly grudge against heros.

When you were about 8 years old a fire had started in your family home. The flames were so bright. You remembered that day so vividly. The screaming of your family trying to get everyone out. But they were stuck inside while you had managed to go over to a neighbors house and call the cops but when you called and they heard your voice they said,

“Listen kid we have bigger things to do. Next time when you call make sure there’s a real emergency instead of prank calling us.” And then he hung up. The cops, who were there to protect you had hung up on you.

And that fateful call was what sealed your families fate.

After that, you never really believed in the hero system. They had failed you and your family. Which was lead you to villainy. You may have been a kind soul but you would rather use that kindness to help out someone who you feel is worthy. The League of Villains picked you up off the streets, so to you, they were your only family.

~~~

You laid down on the bed that occupied your room, staring at the ceiling. It was nicer then the old bar you guys use to live in but, to you it didn’t feel the same. You were happy for how far you guys came but it just felt like most of the PLF kinda made you sad. You didn’t know why but it did. Maybe was it due to the fact that you wanted it to be just the league? You weren’t fond of these new people. Probably cause they tore you down a lot.

Your quirk was Energy, your quirk allowed you to use energy of the sun to heal you and use sun rays. But the down fall of your quirk was that it was absolutely useless at night. So you had to rely on your combat skill in the night. That was one of the reasons they didn’t like you, cause your quirk kinda had a big flaw. But they also merciless teased you about being kind to your fellow league members.

You wanted to scream at them. Tell them off, do something at least but, no matter what you thought you could do. Your confidence faded when you remember that they would probably tell Tomura about your outburst. And since he has a habit of decaying people without warning, you just decided it was best to keep your pretty mouth shut.

You sigh as you get off your bed before changing your clothes to pj’s. You put on the black tank top and pajama pants which were super soft and fuzzy. Putting on some socks you open the door and make your descent into the kitchen. You tried to be as quiet as you could. Not wanting to wake anyone up while you ran to get a midnight snack.

Once reaching the kitchen you turn on the lights and almost let out a scream but took a breath instead.

“Oh geez Dabi, scared the shit outta me.” You laugh before making movements towards the fridge.

“Good, gotta keep that blood pumping.” He chuckled before setting his whiskey down.

You grab your snack before going next to Dabi and sitting down. You picked up your fork and begun to eat only to almost choke at Dabi’s words.

“So when are you gonna tell the boss you have a thing for him?” You almost choke on your food before looking at Dabi with wide eyes. What?! Was your staring that obvious? Oh god...

“H-how did you know?”

“We maybe surrounded by them but i’m no idiot. I can tell when someone has the hots for someone else. It’s just funny seeing you even try with that gremlin.” Dabi laughed at you while you crossed your arms.

“So what if I think he’s hot? I know that I’ll never have a chance with him, considering all the woman he has coming in and out of his office.” You say with hints of sadness in your voice. It wasn’t hard to tell. You knew what this feeling was. You knew you had grown a one-sided love for your boss.

“Well if you think that you better be careful.” You uncross your arms with a confused look on your face.

“If your talking about me getting with him I know’ll get my heart bro-”

“No, I’m talking about you getting Hanahaki Disease.” What in the ever loving hell is that?

“What the fuck is that?”

“I can tell you one thing is that it never ends up being in a happy ending. So pray you don’t get it.” Dabi said before drinking the rest of the whiskey and going towards his room.

You furrow your brows as you look down at the table. Hanahaki Disease eh? Well you could probably look it up tomorrow, since you have no missions tomorrow as far as your knowledge.

“The disease can’t be that bad, right?”

~~~

You wake up to a burning pain in your chest. You let out a little cough before going over to your bathroom to take a shower. This time you let out a louder cough, it felt like something was in your throat. Ugh this feeling was always the worst damnit.

You start coughing trying to get whatever the hell was in your throat out. You pounded at your chest before a little daisy popped out of your mouth. You fell on your ass while holding your throat, rubbing it as you looked at the flower with confusion.

“How did that get in my throat?” You crawl over a scoop up the daisy. Looking at it with amazement and confusion. This is impossible, how the hell?

Grabbing your phone you opened up google and searched online for any answers on what this could mean.

‘i just coughed up a flower, what the does that mean?’

You wait for the screen to stop loading only to drop the flower and scurry away from it as fast as possible.

No way...this couldn’t be real, how could this happen! You knew you liked your boss but when you read the article saying it can only happen from a one sided love you knew you were boned.

How can you get rid of a love that has taken so long to blossom? Only for it to be your down fall. You kept reading up on it while sitting on the bathroom floor. The more you read the more scared you became. You could die from it if you didn’t get it treated! But the procedure was said to be very risky and highly dangerous. So it was pretty much up to you to get over your feelings for Shigaraki. Yeah that was going to be a pain in the ass.

Time could only tell.

~~~

Day One

You sat at the meeting while your eyes couldn’t help but stare at him. He was so gorgeous, who could you ever compare to the girls he brings to his beck ad call? They were perfect! You just felt like no matter what you did, you never could get the attention of your leader. No, you need to work on yourself! The disease can’t get worse or else-

“(Y/N)! Were you even paying attention?” Shigaraki’s voice boomed causing you to yelp. Snickering could be heard around the table causing your face to heat up in embarrassment. You look at Spinner and he sends you a apologetic look.

“No Shigaraki, I’m sorry. I had something on my mind.” You say looking down. You’ve never been one with getting yelled at.

“Well get your head out of your ass and pay attention and if your not going to the doors right there.”

“I’ll pay attention.” You said as you looked down, trying to stop the tears that threatened to spill. Your nails dig into your clothes thighs as you only listen to Shigaraki. You wanted to but all you could hear was sweet voice that you wished was there instead of the one now.

~~~

Day 5

You looked terrible to say the least. You couldn’t believe that is was growing this fast! I mean when you looked into it it said 2-3 months but you didn’t think it would grow so unreasonable fast!

Thinking about it and pushing your panic aside you’ve come to the conclusion that its going faster because of how deep your love and loyalty is for him. It’s so deep rooted that the flowers are growing faster.

Especially the one growing on your neck.

You’ve looked into what each flower means and the first one which was a daisy meant innocence, purity and loyal love. This time however, it was a rose. You looked it up and saw that it meant girlhood, modesty and secrecy. You knew why this one had popped up. Probably cause of the fact that you’ve been hiding in your room a lot lately. You didn’t want anyone to catch you hacking up flowers. It was already painful as it is so you don’t need any judgement stares.

That didn’t mean your coughing didn’t go unnoticed though. Your coughs were loud enough that Toga and Spinner came to ask if you were okay a couple times. You told them you were and that you were just sick and that you would get better soon.

‘If by better then you mean dead.’

You shook your head before putting your head into your pillow. Effectively screaming into it out of frustration. How in the ever loving hell where you going to get rid of this damn thing if you couldn’t keep him out of your mind?

~~~

Day 14

You felt like shit. Your entire being just felt weak in general. There were bags under your eyes and more little flowers covering your face. If it were glued on and not attached to your skin, you would have thought it as cute. Now? You hated them, you hated yourself. What would your parents think? Seeing you dying over a man that doesn’t love you back. unknowingly killing you from afar.

A knock came at your door and before thinking you said come in. Your eyes went wide and before you could change your mind Dabi walked in and locked the door behind him.

“How long did you think you could hide huh?” Dabi said as he sat on the bed next to you. He may not have shown it but he was worried. He had known your little thing for Shigaraki but he didn’t know it would be this bad.

“I don’t know. How can I get rid of it when I can’t even look Shigaraki in the face. He would think I’m weak.” You said before coughing up another flower. This time blood was seen covering some of the petals.

“Shit this is worse then I originally thought. It’s at stage three already. Yours is progressing insanely fast. What will it take to realize that he doesn’t love you.” You knew Dabi meant good with his words but you couldn’t help but feel a little bit of your love for him chip away.

Which caused a flower to fall off of your face.

“That’s it.” Dabi said as he picked up the flower and held it in his hands. You look at him with your brow raised.

“Stay here. But before I do what im about to do, just know I’m doing this to save your life understand?” You nod worried about what he’s planning. All you can do is sigh and hold your pillow closer to your chest as you waited to see what Dabi had in store.

~~~

Day 16

You laid in you bed watching some netflix when Shigaraki barged into your room with an angry look. Your eyes widen as you clung to the sheets you had wrapped yourself in.

“So I’m hearing that you love me.” He made it sound like a statement rather then a question. You look all over in the room to avoid his gaze. You shut your eyes only to have your head jerked towards shigaraki, making you look into his crimson eyes.

“Well news flash, I don’t feel the same way.” You swore you could have felt your heart drop in his stomach. Tears rimmed your eyes as Shigaraki looked all around your face noticing all your flowers. Looking into your eyes noticing how they were slowly turning white, making him let out a little chuckle.

“Your pathetic, you let something like love get in the way of my goal? Your so selfish you know?” Your tears were falling at this point. Blurring your vision while you felt a strong pain on your cheek. Shigaraki had ripped off a flower. A pink rose that bloomed on your right cheek.

“I find this hilarious honestly, look at you, needing my validation. When guess what bitch? Your not getting any. And you never will so you might as well tear off all these flowers off your disgusting face.” You couldn’t say anything before pain filled your entire being as Shigaraki picked off every flower that covered your face and neck, leaving you bleeding.

You feel a light feeling in your chest as you felt like you could breathe again. the flowers that bloomed on your shoulder were slowly withering away. The feeling off something in your throat went away as well as all the flowers that bloomed on your body that was still left had withered and fell off. Your once blurred vision now crystal clear as you looked Shigaraki right in the eyes.

“Look better. Now if i ever see another flower on your face or in your room I’ll dust you myself understand?” You nod your head yes before Shigaraki let go of your face.

You hid yourself under the covers in order to avoid his gaze. Not seeing the little face of sadness that crossed his face.

~~~

“Did you do it?” Dabi asked Shigaraki when he saw him leave your room.

“No shit sherlock.” Shigaraki said as he walked past him only to be stopped by Dabi’s arm.

“It was for the best. She would have died if you didn’t.” Dabi spoke softly before taking his arms away, Not looking Shigaraki in the eyes.

“I know.”

Shigaraki walked away before going to his room. Once he stepped in he closed the door behind him before falling to the floor. He threaded his hands in his hair before pulling out all the flowers he had taken from your face. Each one of them a different color. A cold feeling entered his heart, knowing that you were suffering because of him.

He had to remain strong. He couldn’t have love be in the way. At least that’s when he told himself at first.

Ever since you showed up at the bar that faithful day, he knew he had to have you. He knew that he needed you. Why else would his heart beat so fast when you walked past. He always imagined you by his side, sitting on his throne with him. his queen of the villains.

If only he had confessed sooner. If he had he would not have to see you dying in your room because of it. Watching your life slowly slip from your eyes as the days passed by. You were hurting because of his stupid mistake.

And now he had to suffer the consequences.

He held your flowers close to his face. They smelled of you. Reminding him of the deed he had just done. Tears hit the petals of the flowers, effectively collecting shigaraki’s tears. It hurt. Why did it have to hurt so bad.

A blue poppy was slowly growing on Shigaraki’s neck.

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ssfghfrrggf · 3 years

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Heavy is the Head Chapter 8 Going Down

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“Excuse me, chief, do you have a minute?” Gallo asks, knocking on the door to Casey’s office. He can’t believe he’s actually taking Ritter’s advise and apologizing for what he said the last shift. He meant it, and he knows he lucky Casey didn’t fire him on the spot. Boden probably would’ve, but then again, Boden probably would’ve listened to him.

“Yes, I’m glad you came in here actually,” Casey says, inviting him into the room. Severide is standing in the corner with his arms crossed over his chest. They were probably talking wedding stuff.

“Before you say anything, Chief, I’d like to apologize for what I said and how I acted last shift,” Gallo says, forcing himself to sound sincere. He hopes Ritter is right about this. “There’s no excuse for how I acted.”

“I agree, there’s not,” Casey says stiffly but digresses as Severide clears his throat. “But I’m going to let you look into your hunch.”

“Sir I-” Gallo starts to argue, but then registers what Casey said. “wait, you’re letting me? Really?”

Casey nods. “But I’m letting Severide take point on it. I don’t want you running all over creation with this. And if he thinks you need to take it back a notch and you don’t listen to him, then I’m going to hear about it. Got it?”

“Yes sir,” Gallo says, nodding his head and glancing over at the squad lieutenant. “You won’t regret this.”

“I better not.”

Gallo’s grateful for this chance to pursue these fires, but he can’t help but feel like Casey still isn’t taking it seriously and that he’s just dumped all the responsibility off onto Severide.

“So what are you thinking the connection between these two cases is?” Severide asks, as Gallo follows him back to his office. “I looked through the files and nothing stood out to me. I also know the investigator who did all three cases, he’s a solid dude.”

“Honestly, I’m not really sure,” Gallo admits. “They just struck me as odd, you know?”

Severide nods thoughtfully. “I know the feeling. Sadly fire chiefs and juries need more than hunches. Especially when there’s reasonable explanations for everything.”

“I was kind of hoping we could go look at the scene or something,” Gallo suggests hopefully.

Severide sighs. “I can give Phil a call and see if he’ll hold the scene and let us have a look at the last fire, but the other two scenes were cleared a long time ago.”

“Thank you lieutenant,” Gallo says, he can’t put into words how happy he is that he’s being allowed to work on this.

“Yeah, and here are your copies of the files,” Severide says, handing him a stack of files.

“I get files?” Gallo asks, trying not to sound too shocked.

Severide looks amused and conceals a chuckle. “Yes, you get files. You gotta figure out this hunch of yours.”

“Oh- oh.” Gallo’s really not sure what he was expecting from this, but this isn’t really it. He figured Severide would take the case and he’d have to wait around for the lieutenant to figure it out and then bring him into the loop. But now he gets to be part of the loop. He gets to take a more active role than annoying his superior officers until they do what he wants and take him seriously. The situation is quite literally in his hands.

“I’m going to give the files my own look over, but this is your thing.”

“Thank you,” Gallo breathes, and he means it. From the bottom of his heart he means it. Someone is finally taking this seriously.

***

“I still can’t believe he proposed to you in a freezing pool after you pulled him out a window,” Mackey muses, as she, Brett, and Foster are sit around admiring the ring Severide got Stella, like they’ve never seen an engagement ring before.

“It doesn’t surprise me one bit,” Stella says, keeping her hand held out in front of her. It’s been quite a few years since she had a ring on that finger, and it’s a little strange, but it feels right. Right like nothing else has felt right before. “I think it was cute.”

“Only you would call that whole situation that,” Foster laughs. “Almost dying in a fire and then getting soaked in a freezing pool? No thanks.”

“I’m just glad that pool was there, because let me tell you, a hospital proposal would’ve been awful,” Stella jokes. It seems like her and Kelly have spent so much time in the hospital, she doesn’t need a proposal there. As little memories associated with that place as possible, the better.

“You didn’t know the pool was there?” Brett asks, looking at her in shock. “You neglected to mention that all the times you’ve told the story.”

“No, the only thing I was worried about was not getting burned alive,” Stella laughs.

“But she’s got good extinct,” Kelly says, coming up behind her and rubbing her shoulders and leaning his head over her to pant a kiss on the top of her head. “Saved my ass more times than I count.”

“I don’t know how you survived before I came along,” Stella teases and reaches up to pat his cheek.

“Oh it was rocky,” Casey joins in the converversation as he makes an appearance to get a refill on his coffee. “There’s nothing to explain how he managed it. Broken neck and blown up with a grenade, what a year apart?”

Severide ducks his head nervously and shrugs off the jab. The grenade incident has been briefly discussed before, but Kelly stands by the firm assertion that he doesn’t remember any of it. Which very well may be true, but Brett remembers it vividly and hates talking about it. The only reason he didn’t die on that hospital floor was because Mills had found him and stopped Dr. Halstead from black tagging him.

“Like I said,” Stella says with a playful smirk. “It’s a miracle you made it to adulthood.”

“Really, that goes for any man, I think,” Foster says, leaning back and propping her feet up on the table. “We’re the reason any of them make it past adolescents. The only ones who don’t need us are the ones who are smart like Ritter.”

“Please don’t bring me into this,” Ritter says, poking his head from his book.

“Well, Severide gets some credit, even if he did propose to you in a swimming pool in the middle of January, because he did it,” Sylvie points out. He blew their plan, but he asked and now him and Stella are going to get married.

***

“You look busy,” Ritter comments, dragging Gallo’s attention away from his files for the first time since Severide handed them to him.

“Yeah, I finally got a hold of the files from those fires,” Gallo says diverting his attention only for a couple seconds to look at his friend before digging back into the files. He has yet to find anything linking them together other than his gut feeling, but he’s going to dig until he finds answers.

“So apologizing worked?” Ritter says and sits down on the bed next to him.

“Shut up. He was going to let me do it even before I apologized,” Gallo says. He’s never going to admit out loud that it probably did help his chances.

“Mhmm,” Ritter says and flips open one of the files. “So what exactly are you looking for here?”

“I don’t know, that’s half the problem,” Gallo says with a sigh. He’s been looking at the files for what feels like ages but he can’t seem to find anything tying the cases together.

“Hey, kid. You up to take a ride?” Severide asks, approaching them. “My buddy in arson said we can go poke around the scene..”

“Yes!” Gallo says and hops off the bed, trying to keep his excitement at bay. “Oh I gotta check with Lieutenant-”

“I already did. She practically begged me to take you off her hands for a couple hours. Go grab your gear and get in the Squad,” Severide says jerking his head toward the door. He looks amused by Gallo’s excitement, but keeps any comments about it to himself.

“Thank you lieutenant,” Gallo says as he walks past the squad firefighter to get to the bay. For some reason he really wasn’t expecting things to go like this, he half expected Severide to give him the run around and not take his crazy theory seriously, the same way Casey had.

“Yeah,” Severide shrugs and turns to follow him.

***

“Hey, lieutenant,” Gallo calls from down the hallway in the dark gloomy house. The kid sounds concerned and like he’s just found.

“What’d you find?” Kelly asks, shining his flashlight in the direction of the kid. He conceals a shiver as a drop of water falls from the sealing and goes down the back of his shirt sending a tickle down his back.

“This door right here,” Gallo says and points to the door leading out onto the back porch of the house. “There’s scratches in the wood around the lock and bolt.”

Severide frowns at it, the wood is splintered away and chipped like the door was pried open with a crowbar or some other tool like it.

“It wasn’t in the report,” Gallo adds, and he’s right. There hadn’t been anything in the arson report about the apparent forced entry marks that they’re looking at now.

“I know,” Severide says and pulls out his phone to take a picture of it. Phil has always been meticulous with his investigations, and has some of the cleanest neatest reports in the department. “I’ll call Phil when we get back to the house, but we’ll keep poking around here to see what else we can find.”

He hadn’t been convinced by Gallo’s theory, especially after reading the reports. They were all so different. The christmas tree fire that had happened on Roosevelt was because of a frayed wire on the christmas lights, the fire before that on Loomis had been caused by lint in the dryer, and the one from the previous shift, the one they’re at now, was caused by a gas stove malfunction. There’s essentially nothing connecting them, but just because there’s nothing connecting them doesn’t mean this one isn’t arson, and two parents died leaving their kids orphans so he owes it to them to pursue this, especially with the possible new evidence of foul play.

“Hey, lieutenant, we got a call,” Tony says, poking his head around a corner down the hallway from them.

Severide sighs and looks at Gallo. “We’ll come back later.”

***

“Hey lieutenant, you wanna go have another look around that house? See if we can find anything else that points to fowl play?” Gallo asks, poking his head into the lieutenant's office. They’ve been back from the squad rescue for about an hour now, he wanted to give Severide time to fill out his paperwork for the run before pestering him to go back and have another look at the house.

He’s not surprised to see that Stella is in his office with him, sitting on his bed. She has some kind of magazine that looks like it’s for wedding stuff, and the paperwork sitting on Severide’s desk is only half filled out.

“I don’t think we’re going to find much,” Severide replies, clicking his pen and leaning back in his chair. “I called Phil. He said those marks were from crews making entry, and that the paper work for it got mixed into the wrong file.”

“But what if there’s something else in that house that points to fowl play?” Gallo argues.

“Look, I’ve got paperwork I need to finish up. We can maybe go back after shift.”

Gallo swallows back an angry remark and settles for a curt “Okay” to dismiss himself from Severide’s office instead.

***

“Hey, lieutenant, do you want to take another look at that house?” Gallo asks, jogging to catch up with Severide and Stella as they leave shift.

Severide sighs and turns away from Stella to face him. “I’ve got some stuff I need to do. I’ll give you a call if I have time later, but I really don’t think we’re going to find anything else at that house.

“You know, for a second there I thought you’d take this seriously,” Gallo spits angrily. He can feel Ritter next him, willing him to rein it in, but he’s too angry and too worked up. He’d thought- or hoped really, that the lieutenant would take him seriously and put actual work into this case, but he’s blowing it off.

“Gallo-” Severide starts to speak, indignation smeared all across his face.

“You’re going to regret blowing this off when someone else dies!” Gallo shouts, unable to stop himself. “There’s an arsonist out there targeting families and you’re letting them get away with it because you think your stupid wedding planning is more important!”

The shock on Severide’s face switches to anger, and there’s a second where Blake thinks the man might actually deck him, but he doesn’t care.

“Watch it.”

“No, you’re blowing me off just like Casey is. You don’t care. People are going to die- have died, and you don’t care,” Gallo snaps, and turns on his heals and leaves before the lieutenant can respond. He doesn’t care if he gets fired for all the yelling at superior officers he’s been doing lately. People are dying and he’s the only one who seems to be noticing it, and if he has to get fired to make people see it, than so be it.

“Gallo,” Ritter breathes, following him toward his car.

“I’m done being blown off,” Blake interrupts him. “If they don’t believe me or care, fine. I’ll solve the case myself, because I’m right.”

***

“Hey, Kelly, you ready to come to bed?” Stella says in her best seductive voice as she stands in the doorway of their bedroom trying to get Severide’s attention.

“No,” he mumbles, barely even looking up at her. He hasn’t looked away from the fire files for more than a minute since they got home. Stella sighs and walks over to the couch, giving up on her attempt to get a couple minutes with him.

“You’re really torn up about this, aren’t you?” she says quietly plopping herself down on the couch next to him, and picking up one of the files to flip through it.

“He was right,” Kelly replies under his breath. “I didn’t mean to be blowing him off, but I was. I didn’t take it seriously or as seriously as I should’ve. If he’s right this could be huge.”

“Well, you are now,” she points out and runs her fingers through the hair on the back of his head. “Hang on…” she trails off as her gaze settles on one of the pictures from the fire on Roosevelt where the christmas tree had burned the house down.

“What?” Severide asks, looking at her.

“It’s not the focus of the picture, but that back window is broken,” she says pointing to the picture.

“Yeah, report says it was from ventilation,” Severide says, losing interest and turning his attention to a different file.

Stella frowns and shakes her head. “We never vented the back windows.”

This stops Severide and gets his attention. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure we didn’t break that window. We didn’t touch the back side of the house, and engine hit it from the front.”

“There’s no chance you’re remembering wrong?”

“Kelly, I’ve been a lieutenant for what? A couple months? I haven’t been point on a lot fires, but I remember the ones I did like the back of my hand,” Stella promises, looking him in the eyes.

Kelly’s frown deepens and he hands her another file. “Did you make entry through the back on this one?”

It’s the fire that lead to Severide proposing to her, but it’s hard to have fond memories of it. Gallo and Ritter barely made it out alive, let alone her and Kelly.

“We didn’t touch the back door,” Stella says looking at the pictures her fiance has just put in front of her. “And look there’s charing on these scratches.”

“Which means they were made before the smoke got bad, I know,” Kelly finishes for her. “And I assume you guys didn’t touch the basement door on that fire on Loomis.”

“No,” Stella says, shaking her head. She’s not sure exactly what the two of them just stumbled on, but she does know whatever it is, Gallo was right.

“Gallo was right,” Kelly says leaning back on the couch and letting out a deep sigh.

“Are you going to call Phil and have him reopen the cases?” Stella asks.

“Not yet,” he replies without looking at her. She can tell he’s planning something- has some idea running through his mind.

“What are you thinking?” she asks, studying him closely, hoping he’ll actually let her in on whatever crazy idea is running through his head.

“We need to go look at those scenes,” he says looking over at her, and she can tell there’s something else on his mind.

“Kelly, they’ve already started renovations on two of them. Now tell me what you’re really thinking,” Stella says and rubs the back of his neck. She can feel his tension. There’s definitely something going on with these cases but they can’t run into it willy nilly.

“All three of these were Phil’s cases,” Severide says slowly, flipping the file in his lap closed.

“And you think he’s covering something up?” Stella asks. That’s a big accusation, and if that’s the case, they definitely need to come at this carefully and thoroughly. You can’t come at an arson investigator with that accusation without evidence that is rock solid.

“I don’t know Stella. It doesn’t make sense. I know him. He wouldn’t cover something up, but he’s also not sloppy,” Kelly says, getting flustered. “But one case is a fluke, two is a coincidence…”

“And three is a pattern,” Stella finishes for him.

“Three is a pattern,” he repeats hesitantly and looks away from her. “I don’t get it Stella…”

“Kelly-”

He shakes his head and stands up. “I need to call Boden.”

“Kelly, please don’t shut me out on this,” Stella says, standing up too, and grabbing his hand.

“There’s a couple other cases I want to look into,” Severide replies after a moment of hesitation. “I think it’s possible that they’re connected to these, but I need to talk to Boden first.”

“What cases?” Stella asks, looking him in the eyes.

***

“What if we asked Boden for help?” Ritter suggests. He’s been helping Gallo sort through the arson files since they got of shift the day before last, and it’s been grooling. Blake is relentless in getting to the bottom of this, but the best thing they’ve found is a couple inconsistencies between how Gallo remembers things going down on the fire scene and how things were listed in the arson reports. Ritter isn’t really sure which is more stressful, watching Gallo run himself ragged trying to solve this thing or the fact that there’s probably an arsonist out there burning families up and there’s very little they can to do to stop them until the hit a real break in the case.

“He’s retired,” Gallo says flatley and throws his bag of personal belongings over his shoulder before slamming his car door.

“But he has friends who aren’t,” Ritter points out. “He probably knows someone who could get us a meeting with those first two families.”

“You think they’d talk to us?” Gallo asks, looking up from the file that currently has his attention.

“Yeah, I mean if it were my house that burnt down, I’d want to help figure it out,” Ritter says. “Or you could ask Casey since he probably has some good connections and could move faster on it.”

This makes Gallo snort.

“What?”

“Casey thinks this whole thing is a load of crap. Hell maybe he’s right and I am crazy,” Gallo scoffs, shaking his head. “Regardless, he won’t help.”

“Gallo, what made you think the cases are connected?” Ritter finally asks. He thinks it’s quite possible his friend is onto something, but he wants to know what it was that made him see a connection, what clicked.

“The families,” Gallo replies after a moment of thoughtful silence. “They reminded me of my family, and I always kind of wondered. They said the fire was started by a gas stove…”

“But you feel like there was more,” Ritter says, finishing for him. “And when the report came back on that 3rd house being a stove fire-”

“Yeah,” Gallo interrupts him. “But there’s something else about them, the fire spread and how quickly they reached flashover there was just something so similar about them, and I can’t quite put my finger on it.”

***

“Gallo, we need to talk.” Severide is waiting for him on the app floor when he and Ritter get to work. Stella is waiting with him. Both of them have grim expressions on their faces like whatever they’re about to tell him is serious. They’ve probably decided to reprimand him for the way he lit into Severide coming off the last shift, which he’d probably deserve. He’s been testing a lot of people’s authority and pushing a lot of respect boundaries lately.

“You’re not in trouble,” Stella adds, glancing over at her fiance.

“We found something.”

“What?” Gallo breathes, he’d thought for sure that after their fight last shift, Severide wouldn’t want anything to do with the case.

“We’ll talk in my office,” Severide replies, nodding his head toward the door to inside, but before they can make it more than two steps the tones sound.

“Engine 51, Truck 81, Ambulance 61, Squad 3, Battalion 25, multi story residential structure fire.”

“We’ll talk when we get back,” Severide promises as he heads to the squad truck.

***

It’s a three story building, and dispatch radios in as they roll onto scene that it’s a duplex with multiple residents. A block away Stella knew it’d be a big one, but arriving on scene it’s worse than she thought. All three floors are burning, and there’s heavy smoke.

“What’s our plan, chief?” Stella asks as they unload off the truck.

“Fire’s in the roof structure, so I don’t want crews up there, so truck and squad do a quick primary search. Then get out. This place is going up fast.”

“You got it chief,” Stella says, already masking up. “Mouch and Gallo, take the ladder up to the third floor. Nathan you’re with me, we’ll take the second floor.”

“Capp and Tony you two are together, Cruz your with me. We’ll clear the first floor and move up to help out,” Severide orders masking up with his firefighters.

“Be Careful in there,” Stella calls over her shoulder as she and Nathan head inside. Black smoke is already pouring out of the open door.

The first floor seems to mostly just filling up with smoke, it’s not even thick enough that they have to crawl in order to see. Stella can hear Squad making entry behind them as she and Nathan head up the stairs to the second floor. The second story is worse. The smoke gets thick and black before they reach the top of the stairs, to thick to see much of anything.

“Alright get down, Nathan,” Stella orders, dropping down onto her hands and knees. “Keep one hand on my ankle, if I stop feeling you touching me, I’m going to stop, got it?”

“Yeah!” Nathan replies, she can hear the excitement in his voice. Since joining 51 he’s gotten more than his fair share of hairy situations, and remains unphased by them. “Let’s do this!”

Stella shakes her head, amused with the kid’s energy, before pressing on deeper into the black smoke.

***

“Chief, we got two victims on the second floor and need assistance,” Stella’s voice comes over the radio.

“Cruz and I are clear on the first floor and can go assist,” Severide reports, glancing at Cruz who nods that he’s ready for more action.

“Copy that, go assist them, Severide,” Casey replies.

“Alright, lets go,” Severide says to Cruz and jerks his head toward the stairs.

“Kidd, what’s your location?” Severide asks as he and Cruz start their trek up the stairs into the thicker smoke.

“Second door on the left,” Stella replies.

The hallway at the top of the stairs is dark from the thick smoke, and they have to get down on their hands and knees just to see. Cruz keeps one hand on Severide’s ankle as they grope their way through the deepening darkness, letting him know he’s still right there with him. There’s next to zero visibility now, so Severide has to run his hand along the left side of the wall to feel for doorways. His hand slides off into nothing but empty space and he almost tips over.

“That’s the first door,” He calls over his shoulder to Cruz who gives his ankle a little squeeze in acknowledgement. Kelly presses on, finding the wall again, and it’s not long before he finds the next door, but this time it’s closed.

“Stella! We’re out here!” he shouts and bangs his fist against the door signaling to his fiance that he’s outside the door and that he and Joe are ready to come in.

The door opens just long enough for him and Cruz to pile inside and then it’s slammed closed behind them. The room is significantly less smokey than the hallway outside, it’s clear enough so that he can see both Nathan and Stella clearly along with the two unconscious victims lying on the floor.

“Mouch and Gallo, clear on the top floor. Heading back out now.” Gallo’s voice crackles over the radio as Severide makes his way over to the first victim. He catches the look of relief that crosses Stella’s face upon hearing that the other two members of her crew are safe.

“Me and Stella will get him, Nathan and Cruz, you two get the woman,” Severide orders, and everyone in the room shifts to do as they’re told. “We’re going to have to move fast. It’s pretty rough out there.

***

“Please, my neighbor Jerry is still inside!” An old woman says pleadingly and tugs on Severide’s sleeve, stopping him as he and Stella exit through the front door of the duplex. Tony and Capp had met them at the door and taken their victim off to the waiting ambulances. “Please, he lives on the third floor!”

Severide hesitates and glances up at the top floor of the duplex, there’s black smoke pouring out of almost all the windows, and there’s tongues of fire beginning to mix in. Upstairs is getting close to flashing over.

“I’m up for one more grab, if you are,” Stella says, glancing up at it too, probably making the same calculations in her head as he is. The chances of getting back out aren’t great with how hot the fire’s burning on the top floor is, and the chances of making a successful grab are even more slim.

“Chief, we got a confirmed rescue on the top floor, Gallo and Mouch must have missed them. Me and Kidd have enough air left to make the grab,” Severide says into his radio, letting it answer Stella’s question.

“I don’t like the smoke I’m seeing Severide. That top floor could flash over, and the chances of the vic even being alive-”

“There’s a chance chief,” Severide interrupts him. Two of the windows on the top floor aren’t belching black smoke which means there’s a good chance whatever room that is, is clear enough for someone to still be alive in there.

“You’re sure there’s a rescue?”

“Yes chief, we’re sure.” The old lady is still holding onto Severide’s hand and she’s crying now.

“You have two minutes. Not a second longer,” Casey replies after a second of hesitation.

“You got chief,” Severide replies and goes to get his mask back on. He glances at Stella who already has her mask back on.

“You ready?” she asks, bumping his arm with her fist as he finishes tightening the straps on his mask. He gives her a quick thumbs up, and she opens the door and disappears into the smoke; He follows her into the blackness.

Kelly keeps one hand on Stella’s back as they work their way up the stairs that start near the front door. The smoke gets thicker and thicker the farther up they go, until he can no longer make out yellow reflective strips on Stella’s gear; his only assurance that she’s still in front of him is that he still has his hand on her and the heavy thunk of her halligan hitting each each step as she sounds to make sure it won’t give out.

***

“Keep me posted on conditions in there,” Casey radios to his two lieutenants as he keeps a close eye on the smoke pouring out every possible opening on the top floor. It's already turned dark and deadly, and the smoke coming from the floor below it isn’t much better. He already regrets his decision to let them go back in. “If anything starts feeling off, I want you guys to bale out right away.”

“You don’t have to micromanage, chief,” Severide radios back, sounding more annoyed than concerned or worried about the amount of smoke he and Stella are undoubtedly trying to make their way through.

“It’s my job to micromanage,” Casey replies. “You guys just hurry, okay?”

“You got it chief.”

“Truck and Squad, I want you guys to get as many ladders on as many of those windows as you can in case Kidd and Severide have to bail out,” Casey directs to the groups of firefighters standing behind him. Most of them look like they’re ready to hop up and get back inside at a moments notice.

“They went back in?” Gallo questions, standing up from where he was sitting on the back bumper of 81. It sounds like a challenge, full of judgement and indignation.

“Yes, there’s another confirmed rescue on the third floor,” Casey replies impatiently. Gallo has been trying his patience since the house fire a couple shifts ago where he ended up sending the kid home, and it’s getting old fast.

“No, me and Mouch cleared that floor,” Gallo argues, he looks scared. “There’s no one up there.”

“You may have missed them,” Casey replies.

“Chief-”

“Go help put ladders on the windows,” Casey interrupts. He’s not in the mood for arguing with Gallo anymore.

“But-”

“Mayday, mayday, mayday! Firefighter down!” the whole fire ground freezes as Stella’s panicked voice crackles over the radio, her words barely descernable through the static, and Casey's heart drops into his stomach. Dread washing over him like a wave as fire starts rolling out the windows swirling with smoke, the top two floors are about to flash over. “Third floor, delta side, Severide’s down….it’s- Flashover!”

“Let’s go get them!” Cruz shouts and takes off toward the door.

“No one goes inside!” Casey shouts, before he even realizes the words are coming out of his mouth, but he finds he means them. He’s already sent two firefighters to their deaths, he’s not about to damn anyone else. Every instinct as a friend and a firefighter is screaming at him to send RIT to go get them, to go save his friends, but his years of experience tell him there will be no rescue, only a suicide mission.

“Chief!” Cruz protests as Casey pushes him back away from the building. He’s been a chief less than a year and he’s failed at the most fundamental part of his job, keeping his people safe. He’s not killing anyone else. It’s the worst decision he’s ever made, but he’s not caving.

“Kidd, can you get to a window and bail out?” Casey says, returning his attention to his radio.

“Negative… found a hole in the floor… going down…”

“Chief! You have to let us go get them!” Cruz shouts, and pushes against him. “They’re going to die! You have to let us save them!”

“No one else is going inside!” Casey yells and pushes the squad firefighter back. “I’m not letting anyone else die!”

He’s barely finished spitting the words out when balls of fire explode out of every window on not just the third floor, but the second too. He loses his grip on Cruz’s coat as a wave of shock hits him, but the other firefighter doesn’t move. Matt’s knees hit the hard concrete ground before he even realizes he’s falling; he can feel the waves of heat coming off the building as black smoke and evil red flames pour out the windows. He knows he should be giving orders, ordering 51 to hit the fire with everything they got, telling everyone else to do something- anything, but he can’t move. He can’t think. Stella and Kelly are dead. Even if she had managed to get her and Severide through the hole she found in the floor, the only thing it did was drop them right into another flashover. He can hear shouting, but none of the words register with him. He can feel tears stinging his eyes. They’re dead. They’re dead because he sent them back in. They’re dead and he’s the one who killed them.

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This is No Mistake

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Title: This is No Mistake (Teaser)

Pairing: Dean x Reader (Eventually)

Word count: 3019

Summary: Y/N always felt out of place. Like she didn’t belong in this life. In this universe. She felt like she belonged and had a purpose somewhere else. Of course she never knew where until something bad happened and led her to her destiny. To her purpose in life.

Chapter trigger warnings: Mentions of suicide, shitty parents, mentions of depression, mentions of low self-esteem, blood, minor character death

A/N: So I just recently thought about this and it has been on my mind recently. Maybe I can turn it into a series maybe not. This is actually one of my longest things I've ever written, positive feedback is always welcome and constructive criticism is nice as long as you are, I am always trying to improve ;) Let me know what ya think!

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Your home life wasn’t all what you had hoped it would be, it wasn’t bad but you suppose it wasn’t good either. After years of being bossed around by your mother and all the verbal abuse from your family members, it seemed that life wasn’t turning out like you had hoped. You felt like the walls around you were your cage. How? You have always been told and kept reminding yourself that people had it worse than you, that you had it made. Your mother and father fought constantly while you grew up and still do. You remembered a time when you were younger and hoped they would make amends and it would be better, it never happened. The fighting only got worse as you grew and started to become more aware of the arguments. Pretty soon you couldn’t escape them, they always seemed to happen while you were around. You wondered if they were fighting about you, of course they were. What else would they be fighting about? It has always been you or money, past things that your mother brought up that didn’t matter now.

Both of your parents were quite complex yet strangely simple. Your father was a toxic masculine man, tall and with dark features. He was loud when he got angry, you were constantly afraid of him hitting you but he never laid a finger on you somehow. He was simple. He liked cars, you would help him with them when you were little. He was a mechanic. Honestly they were some of your fondest memories. Even if he was constantly fighting with your mother or really verbal with the abuse he laid into you, he managed to be surprised when you seemed to magically have self-esteem issues. Honestly, heavens no. Not his child.

He was an asshole but there were moments that he wasn’t, you held onto those for your dear life. Like the moments when you were little? The nice memories of the past. They tend to sadden you now that you are older, wishing you could return into that carefree state of mind. Growing up sucked. Bad. Even when you were younger you saw what it turned into. Both of your parents were unhappy with life. It never changed. Even if you liked your father more than your mother, you still always felt uncomfortable around him. You two rarely spoke and when you did it was a question or small talk.

Now your mother? Ha, she was something different than your father who was actually quite laid back. No, your mother was an uptight bitch who constantly rode your ass like a pack mule. Throwing more emotional and mental issues on your back like a load, expecting you to just accept it and move on. With her it was always her way or the highway or so the saying goes, something like that. Even with small things like folding laundry, if you didn't do it her way then she would get pissed off and blame things on you that have no correlation what-so-ever. It was just sad.

You never felt like you deserved any of it. It never sat right with you. Well everything thinks their parents are shit but why you? Isn’t that what everyone thinks?

You held onto the moments where things seemed to be so normal, family outings to the fair every year or walking around the mall. Sure there were still some bickering and banter between the two of them but nothing like the usual. It was nice, you didn’t feel like running away and hiding. Something you often did when you were at home, being in your room all day everyday until your only best friend invited you out with her. She was a nice getaway, a break from your family. Hell, when you were in your teens you’d spend weeks at a time at her house. Her parents were divorced but her mom was cool, she let you drink sometimes. You two still are best of friends, peas in a pod, creme and cookie of the oreo.

Now Anna, your best friend since freshman year of highschool, she was a character. She was your twin flame, or so she called it. Frankly you never heard of the term before she used it and explained it to you one night, you two were at her step-dad’s house in the kitchen. You remembered it vividly.

The blonde haired, blue eyed female was to your right while you stood at the end of the kitchen island, looking at the marbled surface. Y/E/C eyes casted down on the surface under your fingers.

“That’s what i'm saying, we lived virtually the same lives but yet we are different in most aspects.” She said softly but with enthusiasm.

“Hmm?” You zoned out for a moment while she went on a tangent, thinking about a place that isn’t here. You did it more often than you’d like to admit honestly. You rather be hunting with Sam and Dean.

“Y/N, are you listening? Twin flames.” She waved a hand in front of your face to grab your attention.

Your glossy gaze lifted and became clear to focus on your bff. “Huh?” You said again. Sad you didn’t get to finish your thoughts about your hunt in this other world. It all felt so vivid and real until you came falling back into reality. Shit blows.

“Twin flames. That's what we are.” She repeated herself. Maybe she picked up on the blank stare you gave her but when it clicked, she explained. “It's like your twin but not.”

“Helpful.” You nodded sarcastically.

“Y/N i'm serious! Think of tinkerbell and her sister.”

“Periwinkle.” You said before your mind even registered that you knew it, must have been the millions of times you have seen the movies.

“Yes, they don't really look anything alike at all,” She motioned with her hands between the two of you. “They are completely different but work so well with each other like they were made for one another.”

“Like a soulmate?”

“No, well sorta but no.”

“Ya lost me.” You tilted your head and sent her a half smile.

“Ugh nevermind. But you’re my twin flame.”

Those were the good days, when you were around each other constantly. You were fluid and around each other so much that when you were out, people thought you were dating. Of course the two of you would laugh it off and give that person a run for their money on that bet or assumption. That's just how you two were. You were a tomboy and she was a lipstick, it fit. She wasn’t a lesbian, she was bisexual and so scared what you would think when she came out to you. Honestly you just laughed and said you liked boobs too, who doesn’t? They are squishy!

She was great but you always felt like she was just using you for emotional stability sometimes. Of course that’s not a bad thing but like...constantly. You were the less emotional one and when you were, you struggled with showing them. You only cried when you were alone, it took you five years of close friendship with Anna for her to actually see you cry. Of course that just had to be when she needed you to be strong for the both of you. At least in your mind that's how it was supposed to be. She was talking about committing suicide that night and it stuck with you ever since. She grounded you when you were feeling numb. Made the dark days sunny again. She was all you had.

Weakness was never something you took kindly to at all. Probably what you got from your father, you never saw him cry. You were always told to shut up and stop being a baby when you cried, people mocked you constantly. When you were younger you were very emotional but you couldn't help it. You were young. So now that you were older, you never showed it to anyone.

Now here you were, alone in your room, sobbing. One of your patients had died on your table today, he was a nine year old mastiff and his heart was too weak to take a simple knee replacement surgery. You loved big dogs so it only made your heart heavier. You were a veterinary surgeon at a local animal hospital about two miles from your apartment complex. You had many jobs when you were younger; a waitress, bartender, maid, secretary for a human hospital and you of course volunteered at the career center to teach kids about cars when you were available.

Teenage boys were exhausting and sometimes very sexist, thinking it was cool and would get brownie points with any girl to hit home base. That was only until Dakota showed up in your class. She was a whirlwind of hellfire and a demon in lipstick. She basically ran the small shop that you taught in and ran the boys right into the ground.

With a flip of her apple scented hair, they would be on their knees kissing the ground she walked on. Quite empowering even for you to say the least. She looked up to you though, it was nice. You always had that motherly charm about you, always taking care for others and never yourself. It was slowly going to kill you, at least that was what Anna said. You still looked out for others though, even her so frankly how can you?

The dog though, that was hard. Having to tell the family for them to just blow up in your face and blame you for his death. That hurt worse. Low blow to yourself and sadly as these things happen, you spiral. You spiral so much until you are numb, empty and don't care about anything.

You were broken from your thoughts when your phone rang, vibrating on the wooden table. Jesus what time was it? You knew it was late. When you picked up the phone the small clock read 2:34 AM. Who was calling you this late? None other than your bestie had the balls to call you when you should be sleeping.

You wiped your eyes and cleared your voice, answering the call.

“Hey! Knew you'd be awake.” She said cheerfully on the other side of the line.

You smiled, even though she couldn’t see it. “Hey,” it came out as a raspy whisper, you cleared your throat and tried again. “Hi. Well you know, never sleep much anyway.” Insomnia is a bitch. You thought and placed the phone between your ear and shoulder as you shifted. You took the phone and moved it to your other ear.

“Well don’t get comfy, i'm on my way to pick you up, mom misses you and so do I.”

You sighed. “Does anyone in your house sleep?”

“You’re awake too.” She said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Right. Okay well give me some tim-”

“No need, I'm at your door.”

You heard keys in your lock and sighed, hanging up the phone with a click. Anna walked in just as you walked out of your room in a plain grey shirt that went down to your mid thigh and boyshort underwear.

“Sup bitch.” She greeted and you smiled, walking towards her. She hugged you and the two of you sat down on your couch in the living room. You talked about the usual ‘how's work, what have you been up to’ the same old same old small talk. It was nice to see her after a few weeks.

She made herself comfortable on your couch while you got dressed. Going for your usual jeans, band tee and boots. Anna always thought you looked like a total badass and on some days, you felt like it. Tonight wasn't the night though.

You threw your hair up into a messy ponytail to keep it out of your face and grabbed your things, heading out with your friend.

“Mom is excited to see you.” She beamed.

“I'm sure she is, haven't seen you two in a while. Not like I used to. Work has been busy.” You didn’t look at her, afraid she’d see through you.

“I don't believe that, i think you've just been busying yourself with work and using it as an excuse to not get out and socialize.”

Of course without fail, she did. “I'm not.” You said sternly.

“Yeah i'm sure. Y/N you need to get over him. It’s been five months.”

You held your tongue. Easy for you to say, you bat an eye at a man and they fall to your feet. You thought. People avoid me like the plague.

“He cheated on you, you don't need to stress yourself over a man like him.”

“That is three years of my life down the drain Anna.”

“I know it is, i just-”

You cut her off. “You don't know. Your relationships never last longer than a few months at most.”

“Ouch.” Her face fell and she trained her eyes on the road. You turned your head to look at her and you could see tears prick her eyes.

“Sorry. I just- people don't chase after me like they do you. I'm not that girl. I’ve never been that girl. I'm not as pre-”

“I'd chase after you if I were a man. Hell, Y/N/N I’ve been gay for you for years!” You smiled now, the thick tension in the air fading.

“Yeah well we both said that when we turn fifty and we aren't married, we are marrying each other.” You two always said this even after a year of being friends, it was hard for you to trust.

Anna gave you a knowing look and smiled. “Still a promise, sexy bitch.”

You both laughed out loud and you turned up the music she was playing, a comfortability between the two of you.

You dated Chace for three years, friends for four years before that. You couldn’t believe it when you caught him with your ex friend Maddie in your bed together. Well maybe you could, he did say once before when he was drunk that he liked her. You shrugged it off, trying to not let it get to you. Such an idiot for that. Either way it hurt, bad. Anna was there when you reached out to her, just to stay with her until you got back on your feet. Now you live in an apartment down the road from her and you couldn't feel more free. It was safe to say two were really close. You had never been so close with someone that they knew what you were thinking by your face. It was odd. You hid everything from your parents but with her? She saw right through you like you were made of clear glass. It was thick but you could still look in. One time she compared you to lion glass. It was the only thing keeping the lion away from ripping the people into shreds. Metaphor for your emotions.

Of course after spending time with Anna and her mother, you felt better. She had a habit of doing that, cheering you up. She was happy with her new boyfriend, you were happy for her. Better than her being so lonely all the time.

Little did you know this would be the last time you got to see your best friend again.

You woke up alongside her, your head pounding from the night of drinking. You two always shared a bed, a habit you picked up while you were young.

You got up, your feet hitting the softness of the carpet until it felt warm and damp. Groaning you thought you just stepped in dog pee and stepped around it only to feel it again and again. “What the hell?”

You flicked on the light only to be in horror of what was in front of you. Your eyes burned and you immediately felt sick to your stomach, running to the bathroom to throw up the contents. Your mind was just playing tricks on you, this can't be happening. What the actual hell. There were no such things as monsters or ghosts. Freaking Scooby-Doo taught you that the real monsters were people! This is like something out of the show Supernatural you thought to yourself. Gathering yourself up off the bathroom floor, taking a deep breath, a man kicked the door down. You screamed and everything faded to black.

Supernatural. A show you were in love with. It held all the things you were so interested in, angels, demons, Heaven and Hell. All of it. Two very attractive men playing the lead roles of the characters. Sadly you never got to meet them after the show's ending, probably never will. You watched panels and things while you were at home. Wishing you were there to see them in person. Never once did you have the money to just leave to the state or country they were visiting and having a panel in. When they did come to your state, you were out of the country on a school trip. Life is just that way.

So here you were, waking up in a dark musty room. The lamp on the bedside table seems to be your only light source right now, besides the light coming from under the door. Where the hell were you? It felt oddly familiar but you have never been here before. At least not to your waking knowledge. A light knock on the door made you jolt up, your head pounding as you sat up. Your hand came to hold it as a certain tall, long haired man entered.

“Sorry about that, I didn't mean to make you fall, you hit your head on the floor pretty hard. You might have a concussion so take it slow.”

He was right, light hurt. Everything was hazy and slow. You rubbed your eyes and blinked a few times. The male started to come into view. “Jared?”

He looked at you puzzled.

“Sam?”

#supernatural #dean x reader #dean x reader fluff #deanxreader fluff #dean x reader smut #dean winchester #sam winchester #teaser

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btsmutimagines · 4 years

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Washed Up (M)

A/N: Idk why I’m embarrassed to admit this but I listen to Korean boyfriend ASMR sometimes because I’m a sad lonely hoe and I love deep voices so I listened to one but I can’t find it anymore T-T however I vividly remember how it went down so... enjoy I guess

Requested (forever ago): Can you write a dom taehyung smut , where he is protective and possessive in celebration for taehyung's blue hair? + Daddy kink , over simulation, marking/giving hickeys , spanking , orgasm denial , body worship and possession kink? (was asking for kinks at the time lol)

Word Count: 4.1k

THe BLUE HAIR STARTED THIS FSKLDKL

Have you ever started the day, feeling ready for whatever life wants to toss at you but as the day progresses, every possible worst-case scenario you could muster up starts to feel like your reality?

That’s the kind of day you were having.

It started with your car stopping halfway to your job because you forgot to fill your tank and you had to hitchhike with a stranger to a gas station who kept insisting that they could drop you off at work but you weren’t about to leave your baby on the side of the road for god knows how long. Your eyes kept looking at your rear-view mirror, making sure that your ‘goodwill’ stranger wasn’t following you to work.

Thanks to your forgetfulness, you were late to work where you met with your supervisor breathing down your neck because you were apparently scheduled for a meeting that was behind schedule due to your tardiness and your supervisor had to roughly start on his own.

You jumped in, trying to not mess up the entire presentation but you ended up messing up on some of the quarterly sales to be corrected by one of the investors. You knocked over a chart, the PowerPoint presentation that you spent weeks on wouldn’t open for a good 20 minutes which was filled with you and your supervisor awkwardly trying to joke with the investors. Oh, not to mention that your coworker had mentioned to you after you got up that you missed a button on your blouse so whenever you leaned over, you were flashing them a nice view of your bra and cleavage.

Hell, maybe that will distract them from the train wreck of a presentation.

You just plopped back into your seat, trying to start your next presentation and making sure that it opened properly every time you saved and exited it. Amid your work, one of the senior girls came over to you and started to make small chat with you.

“Oh, hey hun.”

“Oh, hi.”

“You seemed really busy.”

“Kind of. Is there something you need?”

“Oh, Y/N, what makes you think that I only came over so you could do something for me?” Dunno, maybe because the last time you came over to chat, you left me with 15-page assignments that were due the next morning? While your ass went out for drinks with one of your ‘companions’ You had chills run down your spine at the thought of this woman and how she gets around a man she is pining over.

It had nothing to do with her age (she has solidified cougar status), but it was the overly seductive side that she tries to portray. She tries to mystify every man she takes a liking to, but it shouldn’t take too much to get someone who likes you as well to get to the hint, but she liked to overemphasize her interest.

Maybe it’s your way of thinking, seeing as your boyfriend could be as dense as men come, but you like to think the old ‘being yourself’ trick works well.

She still gets her men, so that’s all that matters to her, you guess?

“But since you were such a dear to ask,” here we go again.

“I was supposed to stay to midnight to examine one of my newest client’s records, but I promised my sister that I would watch her kids while she and her husband went out for dinner.” You internally sighed, knowing that she was probably making an elaborate excuse, but you also had no reason why you wanted to get out of it anyways.

“Of course, wouldn’t want to leave children unattended.” You said with a hint of sarcasm, but she still dropped the huge binder on your desk anyway. She took her high heeled self away from yourself with a fake smile before going back to her cubicle on the other side of the room.

One of these days she’s going to really need you and you’re going to make sure that you have some kind of plans that were so foolproof that she’ll have to actually, you know, do her damn job.

You checked your watch, only seeing that it was 10. You leaned your head back a bit, stretched your arms before getting back to fixing your presentation.

“Hey, Y/N?” You sighed, looking at one of your coworkers walking up to you. He only came over to you to do one of two things: awkwardly ask you to go to lunch with him or fix the copier because you ‘had the magic touch’. You were pretty sure he just wanted to watch you squat to fill the paper or to lean over to check if it was even plugged in.

“What is it?”

“I was working with the copier, but it wasn’t working again, I was wondering if you would check it out for me?” You got up, following him to the copy room. The copier was on this time, you saw that it was just waiting for confirmation before printing and you accepted.

“You didn’t know how to confirm a print job?”

“It wasn’t working before? It wouldn’t print when I confirmed, you see.” The copier printed a single page and you handed it over to him and he stopped you from leaving.

“Don’t you want to make sure it worked?”

“It clearly did since it printed if you would excuse me-”

“Just look at it for me?”

“Uh.”

“What I mean is that, wouldn’t you feel partially responsible if the copier screwed up after helping me out?”

“No.”

“What?”

“You broke the copier and I couldn’t fix it. I’m not maintenance. Now, can you like take two steps to the left?” You were ready to tackle this dude, not really caring about what the office would think but he flipped over the page in front of you.

It was simple, it had the picture of him holding a sign saying ‘lunch?’.

“I wonder how much Mrs. Kang would appreciate you using office supplies to ask a taken woman to lunch.”

“Taken? By who?”

“None of your business. Now, move it.” You rubbed your temples, regretting even trying to help that kid. You had to admit, his persistence would be valuable if it was for actual work.

You worked through your lunch, settling for food from the cafeteria and your senior coworker walked past you.

“Aw, you poor thing.”

“What?”

“Having to eat from the cafeteria. That young man in our department just treated me to lobster.” What? That kid could afford lobster for lunch? You thought he would just take you to the cafeteria and try to awkwardly feed you or something, but not some fancy lunch? Now, your soup seemed pretty inferior to the lobster you could have been digging into…

“That poor boy told me how you rejected him so harshly when he just wanted to treat you to a nice lunch since you worked so hard.” Of course, she ate up his sob story, he was footing the damn bill.

“I don’t think it would be appropriate to let another man take me out to lunch when I have a boyfriend.”

“You? A boyfriend?” She laughed mockingly, you rolled your eyes and faced her.

“Honey, you should explore your options. Men are like a buffet, why restrict yourself to only your favourites when there are so many things that you can sample?”

“Because my boyfriend is like my favourite restaurant, sure there are things that I know I’ll love but there are more things that I would discover. To everyone else, it’s just another restaurant but I love it.”

“Ugh. Listening to you is going to make me vomit the lovely lobster I just enjoyed. Enjoy your little soup.” She basically spat the last line at you, you flipped her off when her back was turned to you.

Without any further interruptions, you fixed your presentation and began to read through the client records that Ms. ‘Men are buffet’ should have been looking at. She even walked past you, exclaiming how excited she was to get home after a long day at work.

The office began to dwindle in people, your office light being one of the few that were still on and you started to yawn when you were reading the plans for the product. It was only 6 in the evening; a small nap couldn’t hurt…

You shut the binder, placing it on your table and placing your keyboard up on the base of your monitor to give your arms more room. As soon as you shut your eyes, you started to doze off.

You woke up to the sound of your ringtone next to your ear and you groggily answered.

What do you want?

Is that really how you want to start this conversation, baby?

Yes. If you can’t tell me why you decided to grace me with this phone call, I’m hanging up

Are you forgetting that you said that you wanted to come over tonight and it’s now 10?

No, I-shit, I did, didn’t I?

Yes, Ms. Forgetful.

I’ll be right there.

Wait-

You hung up before he could finish, turning off your light and grabbing your coat. You rushed down to the parking lot and getting in your car. It was raining outside, you forgot to check the weather before you left the house, but you had a car, so it wouldn’t matter, right?

That is, if your car would actually start.

“Fuck.” You saw the battery symbol light up, you cursed out loud and hit the steering wheel. You got out of the car, locking it and decided to trudge in the rain. His place wasn’t that far away, and you didn’t want to spend the money on a taxi.

So, you show up to your boyfriend, Taehyung’s doorstep, shivering and wet from the rain and he opened the door. He looked all warm and comfy in his sweats and a loose shirt and began to ‘tsk’ at you.

“If you let me finish, Y/N, I would have said that it was raining and that we could have met for breakfast or something.”

“Well, you were talking too slow.”

“I think you know how fast I can be, baby.”

“Are you going to stand there and boast or let me in?”

“My, my, you’re snappier today.”

“Well, my warm and dry boyfriend is just chatting up a storm while I’m cold, shivering and dealing with a kinda shitty day, thanks for asking by the way.”

“That was my next question, I swear.”

“Mhm.” He pulled you inside, shutting the door behind you and you looked at him with your arms crossed.

“To be fair, you’re the one that showed up late.”

“Well, I got extra work shoved on me because one of my coworkers, you know the one with the curly auburn hair that pinned in a weird updo?”

“The one that flirted with me when you went to get drinks?”

“I swear any relatively young-looking man with a pulse is her type.”

“Wait, relatively young-looking? What does that even mean?”

“You have a baby face.”

“Excuse you, I look extremely manly.”

“Oh, honey.” You said, touching his arm.

“God, don’t talk like that woman.”

“Sorry, she kept saying that to me today and I need a detox from her.”

“Agreed.”

“Anyways, she shoved her work on me to finish. Then some dude in the office asked me out to lunch. I said no, don’t worry yourself, Mr. Jealous.” You could see the relief wash over him as you said the last sentence, but it was quickly replaced with fake shock.

“I didn’t even say anything.”

“Your expression speaks volumes, but I missed out on some lobster.”

“Pfft. Lobster. Baby, I could get you a four-course seafood extravaganza. Calamari, lobster, crab, whatever you name it.”

“Mussels?”

“Of course.”

“Shrimp?”

“Baby, who do you think I am?”

“Maybe, you’re not too bad, I guess. You would make better company, anyways.”

“I can do much more than that.”

“And what’s that?”

“How about I get a nice, warm shower running, give you the one sweater you like to wear,”

“I like to wear it or you like seeing me in it?”

“Why can’t it be both, love?”

“What else?”

“And we can have some nice cuddles while we watch that movie you were talking about?”

“Hm. You seem to know me pretty well.”

“Only been at this for almost 2 years, I think I have some hindsight now.”

“That smart brain of yours should probably tell those feet to start moving.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He said, turning on his heel and walking to the bathroom. You giggled a little as he saluted you before entering the bathroom.

“Such a dork.” You took off your shoes, placing them on the rack next to his and peeling off your coat. A shiver made you rub your arms with your hands and rush down to the bathroom.

“Didn’t think you would come in so soon.”

“Well, you did say a nice shower, not a bath.”

“Better warm you up faster, maybe the snappiness will wash away.”

“Eh.” You exclaimed, slightly offended and he chuckled.

“I was joking, babe.”

“Oh, so you think you’re funny now, huh?”

“When wasn’t I funny?”

“Were you ever funny?”

“That’s just a low blow, you know that’s a core part of my being.”

“You kind of walked into that one, bud.”

“Fair.” He began to unbutton your blouse, your wet bra accentuating your breasts and hardened nipple due to the cold rain.

“It was really cold.”

“Whatever you say, baby.” He stood close, your face gently pressed into his chest as he unzipped your pencil skirt and sliding it down. He took his time with your stockings, his face conveniently in front of your panties and he hooked his fingers along the strap.

“Control yourself, mister.”

“Of course, where are my manners? You can’t be the only one naked here.”

“That’s not what I…” He stood up abruptly, tossing his shirt over his head to reveal his torso. You appreciated the fact he wasn’t a gym monkey like Jungkook, besides it’s fine to play with his stomach.

“Cute.”

“What kind of reaction is that?”

“What? Your tummy is cute.” He sighed, you poked his tummy and he tried to fight the smile on his face before holding your hands.

“You’re ruining the mood.”

“What mood? I’m taking a shower and you took off your shirt for no reason.”

“I never said that you would be washing yourself. It’s more relaxing if someone else does it.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Plus, we can spend more time together, we missed out on some quality time.”

“Fine, but don’t do that thing.”

“What thing?”

“Don’t be coy. You know exactly what I mean, where you put on that smouldering look and act all like Edward from twilight-esque.”

“Are you getting a fever?” He placed the back of his hand on your forehead and you smacked his hand. You slipped out of your underwear and getting behind the curtain. The warm water hitting your skin instantly made you feel better, Taehyung following you not too long after.

“I can shower myself just fine, Taehyung.”

“Y/N.” He singsonged your name, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder. He planted a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“I just want to help you relax, you’ve had such a long day and deserve to be pampered, hmm?” He didn’t give a real chance to respond, grabbing the loofah he kept for you when you stayed over and added some soap.

“Just close your eyes and let me take care of you.” He rubbed the loofah before gently scrubbing your skin. You listened to his whimsical hums as he glides the loofah as he wished.

“May I?”

“If you have to.” He fondled your chest, him trying to be innocent as possible about it. Although you didn’t miss the gentle brushing against your nipples or him needed to cup more of your breasts because he ‘couldn’t miss a single spot’.

He washed your back, you sensed him getting down his knees as he washed your ass. The way the loofah rubbed against your ass in a gentle circular motion, his hand lightly touching as he moved over the curvature.

He turned you to face him, letting the water now hit your back and his hand touched your leg.

“Lift your leg.” He commanded, you silently obeyed, and he got eye level with your leg. You watched him wash with long strokes, licking his lips a bit as he switched legs.

“All done.” He stood while saying this, his fingers stroked up your thigh. You pressed your thighs together as a result, looking away from Taehyung who gently turned your head to meet his eyes.

“Let me return the favour.” You quietly said, averting your eyes from his face and grabbed the loofah he used for himself and a dollop of his body wash.

You couldn’t help but stare at the way the soap would wash off his torso, almost drooling when you watched his back muscles slightly contract as you washed his back. Jesus, it was one of the titillating things about him.

“You’re missing a spot, love.”

“Oh-uh you’re a big boy, you can do that yourself.”

“You offered.”

“To wash you, not give you a handjob with soap.”

“How about without the soap?”

“Are your brain cells still functioning?”

“Oh, don’t play games, love. Don’t think I didn’t catch you staring at me.”

“Or how you pressed your thighs together when I just innocently touched them?”

“Or how your nipples are still hard after all this time in the shower?”

“So what if that’s all true? What are you going to do about it?” You knew there was no point in trying to hide your arousal, he could see through you like glass.

“Why don’t you tell me? What do you want me to do?” He leaned in, teasing you by brushing his lips against yours but you pressed your lips against his. You didn’t care about how desperate you were, your lips shamelessly moving against his.

His hands grabbed your ass, you gasped at the sudden movement and he chuckled into your lips.

“Not funny.”

“You gasp like it’s the first time I’ve touched your ass.”

“It just catches me off guard.”

“So cute.”

“Not the exact words I want to hear, Tae.” He chuckled again, you hit his chest and he leaned in to kiss you again. You felt yourself chasing after his lips, seconds separating each kiss you two shared and you comfortably rested your arms around his neck.

His lips trailed along your neck, a small whimper left your lips as he began to nip at your skin. Your hands travelled to his head with a rough tug at his hair.

“I can’t believe that dick at your job doesn’t know you’re mine. All mine.”

“Someone sounds jealous.”

“Of who? I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this.” His left hand sensually rubbed against your inner thigh, his thumb brushing against your folds.

“The only one who gets to hear you like this.”

“Fuck.” You whispered under your breath as his right hand expertly fondled your left breast.

“Don’t get quiet on me, sweetheart. I want to hear you while you unravel under my touch.”

“Hands against the wall.” He commanded, you swiftly positioned yourself. You were about to speak when you felt two fingers suddenly enter you.

“Jesus Christ, Taehyung.” You moaned, his fast pace was unforgiving.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking perfect. Your pretty little pussy taking my fingers so easily like it’s made for me.”

“Nngh, fuck, more.” You felt a hard smack on your ass, the sting only stimulating you more.

“Where are your manners, baby? Hm?”

“P-Please fuck- I want more p-please.”

“Good girl.” He obliged to your plea, a third finger squeezing its way into you. The gentle stretch was noticeable, Taehyung’s hand soothing your ass while he did so.

“You alright, baby?”

“Y-Yes.”

“So eager to please.” He continued his reckless pace when he felt you were comfortable, his fingers quickly stretching you out.

“You’re so good, baby, so good.” You could barely focus on Taehyung’s words, pleasure overpowering your senses. Though your incoherent moans, you found yourself on the edge of your orgasm before he stopped.

“What the fuck, Tae-” He silenced you with another slap to your ass, you giving him a silent glare.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you cum, did you?”

“You’re not coming until I see you trembling and sobbing for me to let you cum, understood.”

“Besides, I have to punish you for keeping me waiting.” You wanted to protest, your words barely making it to the tip of your tongue before you felt his fingers plunged back into you.

You were pretty sensitive from before, the addition of his thumb grinding against your clit only made it more of a challenge to stop yourself. He teased you, abruptly stopping for a moment before starting his wicked pace. All you could was stabilize yourself against the wall, getting a few warning smacks from slightly sliding out of position.

“P-Please- Tae. I can’t- Wanna cum-” You sobbed, not caring about your broken words and he rested his hands on your ass.

“In due time, baby. First, on your knees.” He watched as you shakily knelt in front of him, being formally acquainted with his throbbing erection. You silently awed at how he could show restraint while he was this hard.

You didn’t need a word before you wrapped around him, maintaining a good grip as you pumped his cock at a moderate pace. Licking your lips, you allowed the head to enter your mouth. Your tongue ever so slowly swirled around it, licking away the leaky precum and he groaned in response.

His hands made their way into your wet hair, sloppily gripping the strands as you began to bob your head in a rhythmic pace. You found yourself growing wet at the sounds of him cursing your name as you blew him.

“Fuck, your lips are so beautiful around my cock.”

“Love the way I hit your pretty little throat.”

“Fuck, makes me want to cum and watch you swallow it all up like a fucking good girl.”

“Shit-“ You stopped, wiping off a string of saliva that connected your lips to his cock. He helped you up, turning you to face the wall adjacent to you and lifting your leg. With his other hand, he rubbed the head of his cock against you.

“Quit teasing me already.”

“But it’s so much fun.”

“Taehyung.” You whined, him having the audacity to chuckle before slowly sliding into you.

“Fuck.” You two muttered seemingly at once, he was still for a moment before beginning to thrust his hips into yours.

He leaned in to kiss you, muffling your moans as he began to bang into you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, focusing on the insurmountable euphoria that came with each thrust of his cock. It was mind-numbing how he knew every sweet spot on your body from your neck to your collarbone. From your chest to your stomach, down to your hips and thighs and eventually your cunt.

And you knew him well, how much he liked when you tugged at his hair, the way his face heats up when you nibble on his ear. The way he moans when you kissed his neck and under his jaw, leaving haphazard hickeys wherever you felt. You knew he liked the way you straddle his thighs, not so discreetly grinding on him until he was uncomfortably hard and leave him to his own devices. His body was moulded to every touch you made and you loved it.

“Fucking shit, baby.” He growled in your ear, you biting your lips once again but unable to mask the whimpers from his attentive ears.

“Let me hear you.”

“Please-fuck, harder.” He graced you with a rougher pace, you needing to press your back against the wall before you slammed into it from his thrusts. You moaned at the hard grip he had on your thigh from holding your leg up and you could feel yourself stumbling to stay up.

“You like that, baby, huh? Fucking you so good you won’t want any dick but mine.”

“Y-Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I’m a-all fucking yours.”

“Good fucking girl. You wanna cum?”

“F-Fuck, please.” He smirked, his free hand immediately rubbing your clit. Your legs trembled as you came, the release causing you to cry out.

He came a bit after you had, delectable groans escaping his lips as he did so. The two of you glanced at each other breathlessly, neither of you speaking as you caught your breaths.

“I think I have to clean you up again.”

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delicatelyherdreams · 4 years

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Pragma(tic) 1: Her Morning Takes a Turn

Pairing: Persephone!Bucky Barnes x Hades!Reader

Summary: In a world where the old gods never truly died, you must learn to navigate your way through the ups and downs of immortality. And if living forever wasn’t hard enough, an ancient evil is now threatening to break free after centuries of silence. And as if that still wasn’t hard enough for you, now a pesky and infuriatingly handsome god is trying to wedge his way into your life. Gods, work, love, and conflict—what more could a goddess need? [Hades & Persephone AU]

Word Count: 6217

Warnings: Language

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Previous Prologue: The Gods Live

The sun was golden against your skin, filling it with warmth and color you rarely ever got. Birds chirped, filling the air with song, and people chatted warmly all around you. You could hear laughter, squealing, sounds of joy and happiness. It was so different from what you were used to.

You exhaled sharply as you opened your eyes, turning your head on a swivel to observe your surroundings.

The open-aired cafe was nestled in a quaint corner of Olympus. Minor gods occupied the tables around you, some accompanied by nymphs or other sprites, others by children, and others still alone. No matter their social situation, everyone looked happy and content. Small children ran between the tables, playing tag and laughing, while their mothers talked and chatted over brunch. You recognized some of the gods and goddesses around.

Peter, a dryad, was at a table with some of his friends. They were all crowded around a phone and laughing to themselves. They seemed to be watching a funny video. If you had to guess, it was probably a silly trend or meme from the Mortal World.

Hope, the goddess of victory, was chatting with her friend Scott, the god of the home and hearth. Both of them had a sandwich and a cup of coffee straight from the Mortal World in front of them, though the food was almost completely forgotten as they talked to each other, deeply engrossed in their conversation.

Small children, nymphs and naiads, ran between the tables in games of tag, squealing as one was dubbed “it” and began to chase the others. They laughed with childish ecstasy, displaying the joy they had in abundance.

The whole area was just alive and warm. It was so foreign to you, but you had to admit that you didn’t mind it.

The sound of bickering voices drew you from your observations, and you turned your head to the two women before you.

The blonde, your beloved youngest sister, goddess of the sky and queen of the gods, Carol, was sitting up straight, her shoulders rolled back proudly. She had a smug smile on her face; she was obviously winning the argument—something about a dress she said she was going to wear to the Winter Solstice Gala that was coming up in a few months.

The redhead, your younger sister and goddess of the sea, Natasha, was a little more agitated, though it was a sort of playful frustration. She was hunched over with her eyes narrowed at her sister as she insisted, “Carol, that’s my dress.”

Carol shook her head, her smile only widening. “No, it’s mine. I bought it from a noble lady in London. I remember it as clear as if it was a century ago.”

Nat arched an eyebrow, her lips curling down in a sour frown. “Are you sure you remember it correctly? I could’ve sworn that I bought that dress a couple centuries ago. No, I know I bought it from Queen Eleanor of Aquitaine in 1160.”

You scrunched up your nose. Twelfth-century English fashion? Definitely not your cup of tea. But you remembered the dress vividly. It was a green thing that really complimented Nat’s eyes and hair but with a style that did not meet your preferences.

Your sisters continued to argue about whose dress it was.

You, meanwhile, watched them with amused eyes, shaking your head as they bickered. Your sisters were always ones to fight constantly, though it was always in good nature. They argued about the silliest things that happened millennia ago—who a goat sacrifice was meant for, who got the sea and who got the sky, who got to be the patron goddess of this city-state or that one—and now, they argued about whose clothes were whose. It was comforting to see that some things never changed over the centuries. Every brunch consistently ended with them bickering over the smallest things. Their sandwiches and mugs of their favorite coffees were long forgotten as they got into it. You’d learned to live with it and just let them duke it out; so long as they didn’t actually kill anyone that is.

But listening to them bicker eventually grew boring and tedious and you’d had enough. You groaned and leaned back in your chair, shrugging off your black blazer which had grown sweltering hot in the sun as you went. Now just in a dark grey tank top, your pleated black pants, and a pair of black flats, you felt much cooler and were ready to end the arguing and your misery. “Come on, both of you,” you called, cutting them off.

They paused their argument and turned towards you, their gazes questioning and demanding as to why you had interrupted them.

You crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes. “Are you kidding me right now? Guys, this is like the only time I can see you for the next month and you want to fight about something stupid and childish?” You grinned at them, your eyes sparkling with a teasing glint. “I wonder why I let you two pretend to be older when you’re so damn immature.”

Carol gasped with mock offense. “You’re only older than us by a decade or two.”

“A decade or two is all it takes, my dear youngest sister. Don’t let the power of your queenship go to your head; I’ll always have sibling superiority over you. And, as the eldest, I say no more bickering.”

“But—”

“It’s Nat’s dress. She did buy it from the queen. There, argument over and you can stop bickering now.”

Nat laughed with an elated “Ha!”

Carol huffed, the breath from her mouth ruffling the hair that framed her face, and gave you an exasperated smile. “Fine, it’s Nat’s. I’ll give it back. We’ll stop bickering. What do you want to talk about since you’re so opposed to hearing our arguing?”

You simply shrugged. Ninety percent of the time you were cool with any topic of conversation, even if it meant listening to their banter, but not today.

It was one of the few times you dared to venture out of your realm. Being the Queen of the Underworld gave you little to no time to leave. There were always so many things to do and duties to attend to that you rarely made it out for brunch with your sisters on Olympus. Occasions like this were supposed to be a time for you three to catch up, gossip, and bond, not to bicker endlessly about pointless things.

“I’m honestly not sure,” you admitted.

Carol opened her mouth to respond, probably with a snarky remark about how you ought to know what you want to talk about before interrupting an already started conversation, but Natasha beat her to the punch.

“Hey, how’s Mom doing?” she asked, her eyes curious and her posture hunched in to listen. “You saw her last weekend, right? She doing well?”

You nodded, a fond smile pulling at your lips. Out of all your siblings, you were probably the closest to your mother, Rhea. She made a trip downstairs to see you almost every weekend for brunch and to catch up. You’d say she liked coming down so often because it was out of the way and far quieter and calmer than either the Mortal World or Olympus, but you knew it was because she loved your dog. “She’s doing fine.”

Carol leaned forward in her chair, resting her elbows on the table, suddenly very interested in this new topic of conversation. As the youngest of you three, she probably had the least amount of time with your mother. But, then again, she was the only one who didn’t get digested and got to see Mom the most in the early years. “Is she still working in that mortal hospital?” Carol asked.

You nodded. “Still in the labor ward. She’s the ‘best labor and delivery nurse they’ve ever had’ last I heard.”

“Well of course she is. She is the titaness of motherhood and ease, among other things,” Nat remarked. She shook her head. “I just wish she’d spend more time up here rather than with the mortals.”

“You know that some of the gods don’t like her,” you murmured. “She’s a titan. They don’t trust her. She’d rather be among the mortals who don’t know her for who she is and help them out.” You shrugged. “Anyways, Carol, how’re your queenly duties going?” You wanted to change the topic away from your mother. While you loved talking to her, it was always weird talking about her with your sisters. They didn’t know her like you did; they didn’t know her in the beginning.

Carol hummed. “Oh, you know, they’re going fine. I have to deal with people’s shit all day every day. You’d think that we gods, being as old as we are, would’ve already worked out our problems by now. I mean, Wanda and Pietro still bicker about who’s the better archer, Loki still plays rude pranks, I can barely keep the newer gods in line. I swear, once they find out they’re immortal, it’s a shit-show. They take on the most daring dares and wreak havoc on the Mortal World any chance they get. I know they don’t always mean to be a pain in my ass, but it happens. Oh! But did you hear? The Muses are planning a concert. They’ve got music from…”

And that was about the point when you tuned her out. You didn’t always care about what responsibilities came with ruling Olympus, but you did enjoy seeing her getting excited about the things in her life. She might’ve been a queen, but she was still your baby sister.

As Carol continued to rant and rave about the concert, you failed to notice Natasha sliding her chair closer to you until she was right on top of you.

“So, (y/n).”

You jumped in your seat. She’d snuck up on you, quiet as the gentle sea she ruled over. You glanced sideways at her, your lips curling back in a sneer. You knew that look on her face and you didn’t like it one bit. “Nat… Don’t you even think about it.”

Natasha smirked, her outward expression cool and collected, but her green eyes roaring like waves on a stormy night with devious plans. “Oh? Think about what, my dearest sister?” Her voice was sickly sweet and practically dripping with honey.

You narrowed your eyes, your heart dropping in your chest as it steeled itself against what was coming. “You look like you’re trying to play matchmaker and thinking about setting me up with someone again,” you spat. “Well my answer is what it’s been for the past two thousand years: no.”

Carol had stopped talking about the Muses and was now looking at you with pitiful and sad eyes. “(y/n)...”

“Don’t ‘(y/n)’ me, Care. I’ve told you time and time again, I’m fine. I don’t need to go out on a date, I don’t need a boyfriend or a girlfriend, I’m perfectly happy alone.” You didn’t need any of the trouble that came with a steady relationship. You’d had your fill of that over the years. Hands running down your body, lips kissing your mouth, flesh pressed against flesh… You shuddered.

“We know,” Nat said as she tried to placate you, “and we admire you for your strength. ‘You’re a strong independent woman who don’t need no man’ and all, but we think it might be good for you to go out and try to meet someone. That way you wouldn’t have to be so alone down in the Underworld.”

You frowned. “But I’m not alone down there. I have Cerber—”

“Cerberus,” they finished in unison.

“We know,” Natasha continued. “But we think you’d benefit from some human contact once in a while. We know you still see Mom, and that Clint and Pierce visit you on their errands, but most of the time… You’re all alone down there and we just think you’d be happier if you had someone. I know I’d have already lost my mind underwater if I didn’t have Bruce to keep me company, and Carol wouldn’t be able to stay sane if Maria wasn’t with her.”

Carol nodded in silent agreement, her eyes pleading. “We just want what’s best for you.”

“What’s best for me?” You could feel small bits of agitation rising up in you as you stared them down. The world began to tint red in your sight.

Natasha bit at her lip as she stared you down. “(y/n),” she said, her voice taut and stiff with caution. “Your eyes.”

You turned towards her.

Her body was rigid and alert, almost as if she was preparing to defend herself. She only took that stance when something made her nervous.

And that something was you.

You sighed and mumbled, “Sorry,” before closing your eyes and taking a deep breath in through your nose.

In, out. In, out. In, out.

When you opened your eyes again, the world had returned to its normal color and you were a little calmer. “Sorry,” you mumbled, your head dipping down in a nod. You heaved a sigh and pursed your lips. “Guys, look, I really appreciate you thinking about me and my happiness, but seriously, butt out of my love life. I don't need anybody; I’m perfectly capable of ruling the Underworld on my own.” You shifted in your seat and averted your eyes. “Besides, I don’t think anyone could really handle me right now.” Also, you had the feeling that no one could give you the long-lasting love you craved.

Both your sisters went quiet, their eyes downcast and solemn.

You couldn’t help but feel bad for telling them off again. You knew that they just wanted what was best for you, but at the same time, you knew yourself better than anyone. You knew you didn’t need to be set up and that, when you were ready, you’d find someone yourself.

You cleared your throat and began to pull your blazer back on. “I should probably get going now,” you said, grabbing a black handbag that was sitting beside your chair and pulling the strap onto your shoulder. “Lots of things to attend to down under. It’s time for the weekly check on Tartarus.” You inhaled sharply and rolled your eyes, hoping to convey a feeling of exasperation to them. You had no intention of letting them know that you were over godly contact and ready to go home to peace and solitude.

Natasha chuckled. “I don’t know why you don’t send Pierce to do it. He’s capable.”

“Yeah, he’s capable, but you know how persuasive our father can be if he gets into somebody’s head. And, although Alexander is a great god of death, I don’t necessarily trust his mental strength against him. It’s just best if I do it. I know his tricks, I know his lies, I know how to resist him.” You gave your sisters a small smile. “Take care, you two. Tell Maria and Bruce I said ‘hi,’ and don’t go burning down the world before our next brunch. The Underworld is full enough; we don’t need any early arrivals.” You stood up and pushed in your chair.

Carol stood up and made quick strides across the table to your side. With one fluid motion, she reached for you, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you into a hug. She held you tight. “We miss you up here, (y/n). Please, don’t be a stranger, and come back more often.”

You hugged her back tightly. “I’ll try. When things start calming down again, I’ll come back.”

“Just make sure it’s before another half-decade has passed!” Nat called from her spot off to the side.

You pulled away from Carol and shot your other sister a teasing glare. “Then tell the Fates to stop throwing me curve balls and fucking up my life!” You slid over to her and hugged her as well. “Don’t forget, you can always come down to see me instead. I know it’s dark and gloomy down there, but I’ve remodeled my house and I think it’s really nice.”

“So you’re out of your gothic phase?”

You could feel your cheeks heat up. “Gods, I thought we agreed to never speak about that again. I liked the architecture!”

“Mhmm, and the black clothes, and the heavy eyeliner,” Carol began to list, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

“Oh, shut up! The castle’s gone. No more gothic. Now it’s more modern. Have you ever seen those American houses where they’re an open concept, all sleek and box-like?”

Both your sisters nodded.

“It’s kinda like that.”

Natasha whistled. “Nice. Is it still black?”

“Of course.” You chuckled. “Could you imagine a bright yellow house in the middle of the Underworld?”

“It does sound ridiculous,” Carol admitted.

“Exactly. The black is there to stay.” You smiled softly and took a small step away from your family. “I’ll see you both later.”

Carol’s lips twitched up in a sad smile as she brought a hand up to wave at you. “See you soon.”

Natasha simply nodded at you, a tiny smile of her own on her face.

And then you turned your back and walked away from them. You made your way to the cafe’s gate and pushed it open, making your exit.

It was a short walk back to the main road of Olympus. It was easy to know when you’d arrived because street vendors crowded the sides and people filled the streets. Gods, goddesses, nymphs, naiads, satyrs, and all other sorts of creatures bustled around, darting in and out from stall to stall. Families with children stopped to chit chat with each other, couples held hands as they browsed, and singular people shopped with a purpose. Everyone had a smile on their face, everyone was happy. For a normal person, the path would be almost impossible to navigate.

But not for you.

The second you got within five feet of a nymph or naiad, they stiffened and the hairs on the back of their neck stood up. They sensed the death that surrounded you and instinctively inched away. Their heads were put on a swivel as they searched for the source of their discomfort and, when they saw you, they prickled further and took a step out of your way, clearing your path.

It used to bother you how they’d avoid you like the plague but now you’d come to accept it. You reeked like death; they sensed it; they didn’t like it. You learned almost two thousand years ago to not take it personally. They didn’t hate you, they just hated what you were and what you stood for. Besides, you never had to be stuck in foot traffic.

You sauntered down the opening in the road, going as quick as you could so as not to disturb them any longer, but not in a rush. Though you knew you weren’t welcome by most of Olympus’ citizens, you quite enjoyed the feeling of the sun on your skin whenever you came. The feeling was alien to you, but it was pleasant enough to make you want to bask in it for as long as possible.

You made your way up the road, slowly climbing closer and closer to the golden palace of the gods where your youngest sister lived. It was in her front yard where you could safely make your way home without pissing anybody off.

After all, the quickest way back to the Underworld was to have the ground swallow you up. The journey didn’t leave any gaping hole behind you—the ground always closed up after you sank in—but it did leave an Asphodel flower in your stead.

Carol didn’t mind having the flowers dot the lawn of her palace. Most Olympians hated the sight of them and saw them only as a bad omen, but Carol knew there was nothing really wrong with the flower. The reason they got such a bad reputation was that they were linked to you.

Asphodel flowers only grew in the Asphodel Meadows in the Underworld. Mortals believed they had a positive role in the Greek afterlife, but not the Olympians. To them, the immortals, anything related to the Underworld was taboo, almost like it was death itself. Things touched by death and the Underworld were considered dangerous and to be avoided at all costs. You learned a long time ago that if you let the ground swallow you up and plant a flower in your place, the area where you left would be avoided for decades even after the flower had died. It caused a lot of inconveniences for the Olympian people, so you just decided to avoid public places and go to your sister’s yard instead. It was cleaner and less of a nuisance for others that way.

You strolled into the palace’s yard, treading down towards the furthermost corner of the area. There, a small garden of Asphodel flowers lays perfectly still and undisturbed. They’d grown to be as tall as your waist and they shuffled as you moved about them. You tried to keep the garden as small as possible so as to not “contaminate” a large area. You stopped in the center of the garden and dug into your pocket. Your skin hit tiny seeds—Asphodel seeds—and you plucked one out before dropping it onto the grass.

The seed sank into the dirt, disappearing almost immediately, and the ground rumbled beneath you as it began to tear itself apart. It caved in, carving out a tunnel for you to sink into.

You simply crossed your arms, closed your eyes, and rolled your neck to stretch. You’d made this journey so many times that the fall hardly phased you anymore. You remembered doing it the first couple of times and panicking as you fell. Now, it was as easy as taking a step.

You dropped through layers upon layers of rock, finally breaking out into a chasm. Your feet hit the ground and you bent your knees to absorb the impact, straightening up when you were steady. You rose to your full height and stood tall, gazing down a mountain at the whole of the Underworld.

You’d been deposited right on the front stoop of your mansion. Perched on the top of a small mountain, you could see everything from the front door.

At the far reaches of your kingdom, you could see the place where the Cocytus, the River of Wailing fed into the Acheron, the River of Woe, which stood as the border between the Mortal World and the Underworld. The far bank of the Acheron was crowded with souls waiting for passage over the water and the near bank was organized with lines leading up to and disappearing into the judgment pavilion. From the pavilion, three lines branched out and led to the three sections of the Underworld: the Asphodel Meadows, Elysium, and Tartarus.

The Asphodel Meadows spanned the majority of the large chasm that was your domain. The flowers swayed without a breeze, instead moved by spirits who wandered aimlessly. It was a place for those who had led ordinary lives, not good enough to achieve Elysium, but not evil enough to deserve Tartarus. The Meadows were as calm as calm could be, perfect for walking your dog or lazing around on a rare free day. Billions of spirits resided there, all of them calm, gentle, and ordinary.

Elysium, with its warm atmosphere, beautiful gardens, and elaborate homes sat just off to the side of the Meadows, its entrance near the base of your mountain. Sanctioned off by towering gates and walls, it lay separate from the rest of the Underworld. It was the place where the best of the best lived after death, filled with kind, generous, and beautiful souls. The souls that had been reborn and achieved Elysium three times lived on the Isles of the Blessed which were three little islands that sat in the middle of a lake in the heart of Elysium. You loved walking down the streets in Elysium. Everyone was so friendly and not a soul shied away from you. They had no reason to fear death; after all, they were already dead. Some of the spirits that had been there long enough were friendly enough to invite you for dinner on the occasional evening when they’d catch you patrolling the streets or walking Cerberus. Those were the nights you enjoyed the most. Mrs. Thomas made a fantastic roast chicken. It was truly a good place to be.

And then there was Tartarus; the “pit”. You shuddered just thinking about that place. It was where the evil souls went when they died, a place of torture, punishment, misery, and pain. It was mainly managed by three of your lieutenants known as “the Furies.” When they weren’t pursuing the wicked in the Mortal World, they were overseeing the torture of the worst of the worst deep in the pit. It lay just beyond the main body of your realm, accessible only through a cave that carved a hole in the outermost wall of the chasm that was the Underworld. The Phlegethon, the River of Fire, with its angry red flames that leaped out at anybody who dared get close to it, flowed into the tunnel taking up half of its opening. The river flowed deep until the point when the tunnel opened up to a cave. Dark, sharp stalactites hung from the cave’s ceiling, ready to fall at any second and impale those beneath them. There was a hole in the middle of the ground that seemed endless, but really, it fed into the real Tartarus. The river flowed into the pit, turning into a waterfall as it roared down. It was a long way down, said to be “as far beneath Hades as heaven is above earth” if you read that epic The Iliad from some Greek guy named Homer. It was about a nine days’ fall to reach the bottom of the pit where the souls were tortured and the worst beings were imprisoned.

You’d only been down there once, millennia ago, when you locked up the bastard you called “Father” and his brothers Crius, Iapetus, Coeus, and Hyperion, and you never wanted to go down again. It was nothing but red and angry. The Phlegethon was even more violent down there than it was in the main Underworld as it tore through the terrain. Tartarus itself was like a whole new world. It was seemingly endless, but it only had the one exit. One could get lost and be trapped there for eternity if they weren’t careful.

It was at the far reaches of the pit, farther than any soul or spirit dared to venture, that you imprisoned your father and uncles, binding them with the strongest chains you could make and sealing them with every spell, curse, and enchantment that you could think of. Layer upon layer of protection was placed upon them, making it nearly impossible for them to escape. You separated the five of them and placed them as far apart from each other as you could so that they could not feed on each other’s strength and escape. Your uncles, as formidable of foes as they were, were no threat to you anymore. They’d gone dormant after the first thousand years or so, reserved to their fates; but not your father.

Kronos continued to fight against his restraints, trying every day to escape, spending as much strength as he could muster to fight your barriers against him. Over the centuries he had succeeded in breaking some of them, specifically the old ones you had placed when you’d first imprisoned him. He was always chipping away at them, trying to weaken them enough to break free to exact his revenge on you and your sisters.

But you’d never let that happen. That was one of the reasons you made your weekly ventures to the edge of the pit. From up above, you could cast more spells to strengthen and set more layers on his bindings. Every week you added more and more to his cage, replacing those he broke, rejuvenating those he damaged, and adding new ones as an extra precaution.

Your sisters were fair to wonder why you didn’t let your inferiors or lieutenants take care of this task for you, but you had your reasons.

For the first couple of years that you guarded his prison, you did let some underlings take care of it. Peggy, your second in command, best friend, and the goddess of magic, volunteered to take care of it while you worked to get the Underworld under control and install order. She did a good job of keeping the spells strong and watertight, but she wasn’t infallible.

Your father, the extremely powerful titan that he is, found ways to let his conscience escape and make its way up to the surface. He would get into her head and anyone else who got close and twist their thoughts around, slowly turning them to his side and against the gods.

It took you a decade to notice that Peggy was under his control. You’d had your suspicions that she wasn’t herself, but it was when she tried to pull a knife on you and slit your throat that your suspicions were confirmed. It broke your heart to have Cerberus restrain her while you reached into her head and yanked Kronos out. Her screams still haunt you to this day.

But from that day on, while Peggy was recovering, it was you that took care of the cage. That was how it should’ve been in the beginning, but you’d let her take on that responsibility for you. Never again would you subject another being to that. You did not know what it was like to have him in your head, but you had an idea of what it was like in his, and you couldn’t bear inflicting that kind of pain again. So, in addition to making frequent check-ups on the men and women who worked for you to make sure there wasn’t any trace of his influence, you took it upon yourself to personally deal with strengthening his prison every week.

Which was what you had to do right now.

With a heavy sigh, you turned back to look at your mansion and whistled.

At once, a crash, bang, thud, and whimper broke the silence and you could see a large black mass barreling at you from inside the house. The hulking figure shot through a wide doggy door just to the side of your front door and charged at you.

Your entire face lit up with a laugh as Cerberus attacked you, jumping up to place his paws on your chest so he could have easy access to lick your face. Thankfully he was in his small form so there was only one head trying to lovingly maul you. If he had been full-sized, you’d have an issue.

At his full height, Cerberus was as tall as your mountain in the Underworld, with three large heads that could see almost everything. When he wasn’t around you in his small size, he’d stand at the gates of the Underworld, guarding the borders and making sure that the rogue spirits didn’t escape. He seemed ferocious and scary because he closely resembled a large black wolf with deep red eyes, but he was really a gentle giant and your metaphorical baby.

You lifted your head up to avoid his eager tongue, instead allowing him to attack your neck as your laughter rang out in the still air. “Cerberus! Down, boy! Down! Yes, it’s good to see you too.” Once you’d gotten him calmed down, you crouched so you were at his eye level and scratched him behind the ears. “Who’s a good boy?”

He barked as if to say, “Me! Me! I am!”

You simply grinned at him and leaned forward to press your forehead to his, a common gesture of affection for you with him. “I’ve gotta go make sure Father hasn’t done anything stupid in a week, you wanna come with me?”

As if it was even a question. Cerberus always accompanied you on your trips, acting as a good guard dog to protect you from some of the spirits that dwelled on the pit’s edges—not that you really needed it, you just loved his company.

“Let’s go.” You straightened up and started to walk down the mountain path.

Cerberus kept perfect pace with you. He knew the way almost as well as you did.

Down the mountain and through the Asphodel Meadows. Cross the Meadows to the Phlegethon and follow the river to the mouth of the cave. Then it was a straight shot into the pit where you could cast your spells. Simple, easy, quick.

You knew the way by heart, not even bothering to look up as you went. Asphodel flowers crunched under your flats as you crossed the Meadows and spirits parted for you to get through; not that they needed to, they were just being polite.

You and Cerberus strolled through the Meadows, coming up to the Phlegethon and following it towards Tartarus.

You had to force your feet to walk as you got closer, a sense of unparalleled dread washing over you. Shivers crept down your spine and the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Tartarus was always a daunting place, but today it almost seemed… more so. And as soon as you took one step into the entrance, you knew that something was seriously wrong.

You stopped short, your feet planted into the ground. Your stomach dropped and every warning alarm you had was going off in your head.

Cerberus had frozen, his ears flattened against his head and his lips pulled back in a snarl. His whole body was positioned to pounce at the drop of a hat.

You rolled your shoulders back and narrowed your eyes. The world began to tint red at the edges, the color slowly creeping in to cover your entire vision. With this new sight, you could see deeper into the tunnel where you saw figures writhing closer and closer to the pit. Something was in the cave, something that didn’t belong.

You grit your teeth and nodded your head towards Cerberus. “Go get Aunt Peggy,” you commanded in a low voice.

He didn’t need to be told twice and took off running as soon as the words left your lips.

You didn’t take your eyes off the mouth of the cave as you extended your hand, calling forth into being your weapon: a sleek black bident that was as tall as you were. Forged for you by the cyclopes millennia ago when you first fought your father, your vibranium bident was a formidable weapon. It was a lot like your sister’s trident, but with two prongs instead of three that branched out from the spear at the height of your chin. Your bident was your primary weapon used for fighting. It allowed you to manipulate spirits and channel magic, morph terrain, and wield the energy of the Underworld, among other things. Plus it was good for stabbing.

You tightened your grip around the bident’s shaft and lifted it off the ground, moving slowly into the cave. Your feet never made a sound as you stepped closer and closer to the writhing mass. As you neared the souls, your fingers began to turn white with how tight you were holding your weapon, raising it to strike at any second. You were prepared to fight off a small militia of evil souls trying to escape, but what you found when you reached them was not a coup preparing to strike.

No, the souls were, instead, swarming around a figure.

You muscled your way in through the crowd, using your bident to shove the spirits out of the way and dissipate them. You got to the center of their swarm and looked down. But instead of seeing an animal corpse or something of the likes, you saw something far more serious: a man.

The man seemed to be about your physical age, but you could tell almost right away from the aura he radiated that, like you, he was probably much older than he looked. His short dark hair was tousled and matted, no doubt from the spirits grabbing at it, and his clothes—what once seemed to be a pristine white shirt and jeans—were torn with claw marks and black with dirt. His shocking blue eyes stared up at the ceiling of the chasm, full of despair and hopelessness. He’d obviously started to lose hope that he’d ever escape the clutches of evil that held him tight.

You didn’t have much time to register who he was or what he was doing in Tartarus. You were just in shock that this man, this very alive man, had made it into your domain without you knowing. Your grip slackened and you stared down at him, surprise rising up in you with rage boiling up behind it as the only words you could manage to speak were, “Oh fuck.”

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How Vic and Hiro Ended Up Sharing a Brain Tapeworm

(cowritten with @smilepal)

Part 5: Vroom, Vroom Bitches We Are All Going to Hell

TW: gore, character death

Takemura leads Hiro out behind the motel, pulling a squirming, gagged and tied Deshawn out of the trunk and tossing him on the ground like a bag of rocks.

Hiro yanks the gag out.

“Deshawn.”

“Oda! Heyyy we can work this out, there's no need for this-”

“Where the FUCK is V? What did you do with her?”

He hauls the man up by his collar, and gives him a shake. Takemura had said he hadn’t needed Hiro’s help but wisely decided not to say anything. Hiro’s eyes are intent. He hasn’t interrogated someone in a long time but ingrained habits are hard to break.

“Easy, just chill man!” His hand is reflexively inching towards the gun in its holster and Hiro’s eyes dart to it--he reaches out and gets a grip around his wrist and squeezes--Takemura can hear the sound of metal crumpling and a howl from Dex.

“Start talking.”

“Alright! I’ll show you where we dumped the body! Just let go!”

He’d hoped by some miracle V had gotten away or was safe somewhere/in hiding. If anyone could pull that off it’d be her. He dropped Deshawn’s wrist--the cybernetics mangled, hanging limp

“Well? Get going.”

Find V first. Find V first. --it’s a struggle not to throw himself at the other man, to break and just keep hitting until his blood cools, but he’ll wait, can wait.

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If there was any doubt in Hiros mind that Deshawn was going to die today, it vanished when they reached the junkyard. He can't have tossed V away, like, like she was some trash he was done with. Even he wouldn't be that stupid-

At first he doesn't even see her. Just mound after mound of garbage. Then he rounds a corner and there she is, stretched out across the ground, a couple feet away. A broken tv is hiding most of her lower body, and her face is turned away from him, but it's unmistakably her. Her blue hair is almost completely brown and matted with dried blood. She's not moving, she's not breathing, shes- She's just sprawled there as if someone had just tossed her in with the rest of the garbage.

They just tossed her. His V was dead and Dexter. Deshawn. Had disposed of her with the trash.

Hiro didn't remember when he'd dropped to his knees in front of her but he can remember getting up. The mixture of a wail and a yell as he launched himself at Deshawn. Takemura dropped the fixer, nudging him towards Hiro.

He can remember screaming at Deshawn but not what he said. And he can vividly remember the look of horror in Deshawn’s eyes as he grabbed both sides of his head and started squeezing. Deshawn had nowhere to look except directly into Hiro’s furious eyes. Deshawn’s mouth begging, scrabbling at Hiro's metal hand and arms until his nails broke.

He remembered the smell of piss as Deshawn realized he wasn't going to stop. And the final moment when Deshawn’s skull gave under his fingers. Hot blood sprayed across his face, and he didn't flinch, didn’t look away. He just took in every bit of life draining from Deshawn’s broken eyes until there was nothing left. He remembers crunching the last remnants of the skull in his hands. Pulling them out of Deshawn's cranium, and letting him drop. He remembers flicking the bone and viscera off, as one might flick errant drops of water off their hands.

He doesn't remember walking a few feet away after and dropping to the ground. He just knows he's on the ground and staring listlessly at the mound of garbage in front of him. He feels cold despite all of Deshawn's blood on him, still warm. Deshawn is dead. Jackie's dead. V's dead. What's left?

Nothing.

There's nothing left for him to hurt, to maim. There's nothing left inside him except ice creeping through his veins. He doesn't notice his hands are trembling until he looks down at them.

Takemura stands quietly, watching the younger man shake. His bloodlust was distasteful but it was in the name of loyalty and revenge. Takemura could understand that.

Unfortunate that his witness is dead, perhaps her corpse could be-

Impossible. His eyes must be desperate. He swore she just-

She's breathing.

"You. Mercenary."

The man continues staring at his hands, no sign he heard him.

"Oda."

He doesn't respond, forcing Takemura to stalk over and shake his shoulder.

"ODA!"

He raises his head and gives Takemura an empty stare.

"V. She's breathing."

Oh. So he finally snapped. It was only a matter of time. A matter of time until his heart was just too wounded to function anymore and started creating its own reality.

Takemura slaps him across the face. It hurts. This is real.

He can't move fast enough, half running, half scrambling over trash to get to V. He scrapes up his knees and it hurts, he feels hurt again because there's hope. How? She had a bullet through her-

He should have known, he should have checked, if anyone could survive this of COURSE it'd fucking be V.

He came to a sudden halt next to her and slowly lowered himself. He took her pulse, feeling it beat, slowly but surprisingly steady beneath his fingers. He turned her over, lifting her gently, gently, upright, cradling her in his arms.

Vs eyes flutter open. They’re unfocused and in pain but still have her sharp look.

"Hiro....that...."

"V, oh fuck, V shh shh just let me-"

"....better not....be your....blood."

Hiro just lets out a choked laugh, hiding a relieved sob. There's tears streaming down his face but he doesn't give a fuck. She probably won't remember this anyway.

Takemura steps up to him, and Hiro is suddenly aware of the fact that the man in front of him has been hunting V just as desperately as him and he has no clue why.

"Oda. We need to move"

Hiro covers V with his torso, snarling at Takemura.

"GET AWAY FROM US."

"You fool, I don't want to harm her! I need her alive!"

"Leave. Us. Alone."

"And how are you going to get her to a ripperdoc? I drove us!"

"...Fuck! Fine. But if you touch her-"

“I will not. We must leave quickly. Arasaka is on its way.”

“What?! How did they find us already?”

“I called them. Get in the car, this place smells like shit.”

“YOU WHAT?!”

Takemura just turns away from him and starts walking back to the car.

“GET BACK HERE YOU- fuck, hes not listening. V I’m going to have to pick you up now, alright?”

“Nova...”

Hiro gently lifts V into his arms, making sure her head is supported. V’s hand curls weakly into the fabric of his shirt. She feels so light and fragile when he's holding her like this. Has she always been so small?

The walk to the car feels long. No matter how careful he is, every step he takes jostles V’s head, causing her to flinch. Her hand stays clenched against his chest, grounding him in the fact that she's strong. V’s a survivor, she'll be fine. She has to be fine.

Easing her into the front seat of the car is easier than expected. For some reason one of Arasaka’s top soldiers drives a fucking convertible, completely open to the air. V crinkles her brow at it as Hiro secures her seatbelt.

“This. is a stupid. nrgh car.”

“You are not in a position to be complaining, thief.”

Hiro bends down to pick up Deshawn's pistol before vaulting into the backseat. V arches a brow at him. He hates pistols almost as much as she does.

“Getting the feeling I might need it in a moment here.”

“Seatbelt.”

“I think I'm going to need the mobility V. Thanks though.”

They only make it about ten minutes from the junkyard before Arasaka drops on them, materializing out of nowhere. A perfect ambush. V has faded back into unconsciousness and Takemura immediately takes a bullet to the side. Hiro does what he can to cover their asses, most of his shots going wide.

"Of course it'd be a fucking car chase. COME CLOSER YOU CORPO COWARD FUCKS, I’LL GIVE YOU MY FUCKING FIST."

Vs slight gasp of air, a barely there laugh makes Takemura study her more deeply. Her breathing is shallow and irregular, tanned skin is paler than before. And yet, her eyes track every enemy that crosses her view.

He's barely keeping the car intact. The over-muscled monkey isn't helping. Shit, he might be making it worse. They need more firepower.

"Thief. V."

Her eyes turn towards him while her body stays motionless. They're starting to glass over, focusing in and out on his face. She's fading.

"You hear me? We need your help!"

He pushes an airhypo into her hand, curling her fingers around it himself so she doesn't drop it.

V is barely here. She knows she's in a car. A strange man's driving. There's an airhypo in her hand. Why is there a hypo? There's someone screaming...what...

"I'LL RIP YOUR INNARDS OUT THROUGH YOUR THROAT YOU RAT BASTARDS!"

The voice fades again. There's an airhypo in her hand... something about Hiro. Hiro. Hiro needs help. The strange man needs help. The airhypo. It's in her hand.

Just as Takemura is about to take the hypo back and try to do it himself, V snaps into action. Her whole arm jerks out, then in, slamming the hypo into her chest.

Vs sudden loud gasp and heavy breathing distracts Hiro for a moment, eyes more focused on her than the ensuing firefight. Takemura shoves a pistol in her open hand.

Vs brow wrinkles in disgust. It may be a desperate situation but it's definitely not her favorite tool.

"Ugh."

Hiro lets out a full blown laugh, before turning back to the fight, relief and resolve coursing through him.

"Good to know you're still in there V"

Enemies start slowly dropping instead of swarming them, red holes opening up in their chests.

Hiro can finally split his focus and check on V. Keep her talking, keep her here.

"Wow, you're still a better shot than me"

V gives a small snort in response, using her second hand to steady her trembling pistol.

“Not hard."

"Wow, so much for any praise for saving your life. You're welcome."

"Who's he?"

"An ally. For now."

".... assassin."

"I know V, I know. Don't worry, I can take him"

Takemura glares at him from the corner of his eye, but there's no time for an argument.

"Go for his throat. Cyberware deactivated."

Takemura spares V a look of shock, surprised she would know. There's no visible difference, she shouldn't be able to tell.

It doesn't matter though, because a mantis bladed freak is launching himself at the hood of the car.

V manages to empty half a clip into him before Hiro launches himself over her, grabbing the freak’s blade with his palm before he can impale V on it. They wrench it free and bury it into the hood, anchoring themselves.

The second blade whips past Hiro's face, passing so close to him that a couple strands of hair are sheared off.

Takemura unloads his entire clip into the now flaming soldier.

"Die already!"

The burning freak persists, hitting Hiro with the back of the blade, throwing him into the backseat. The blade raises above V poised to slice her open. Takemura slams the accelerator.

"Hold on. Burn in hell!"

The car careens into the pole, and V loses her unsteady grip on consciousness.

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The world is on fire. Her head hurts, she can't breathe, what is....she cant-

Someone is dragging her. There's....arms around her shoulders. The fire disappears. Everything's blurry. There's voices but she can't understand them. Someone runs a hand across her cheek.

The voices get louder. They move away from her. She's not paying attention anymore. Her visions clearing. There's a bad man. He's moving. He's a threat.

Threats must be removed.

She doesn't feel the recoil but she sees her hand jump, and the bullet hit her target. The threat stops twitching.

Threat removed.

A hand closes around her gun. Trying to wrench it from her.

No. Dropping your weapon is death.

V pulls it back, refusing to surrender this fight. She has to hold the line.

"V. It's okay, you can let go."

Hiro. He....He can take over.

He'll protect the clan. She can let go now.

The gun falls from her hand.

"Don't you dare faint again."

Someone tries shaking her but it's so far away.

"V. V, stay with me. Keep your eyes on me, please-"

She's so tired. The clan is safe. She can rest now.

"V!"

#tw: gore #cyberpunk 2077 #V #Hiro Oda #goro takemura #dexter deshawn #Arasaka #...so this is just outright fanfiction now #oops #V's alive!#for now 👀#Hiro just wants to hit things #Hiro cant aim for shit #v can but she likes her big honking rifles #takemura is just done #haha there's a decent dose of angst in here #tw: character death

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Here there be beasts | Pt.1

• Pairing: Jimin x Wolf!Namjoon • Genre: Angst, Fluff | Rating: Mature | RedRidingHood!AU / Fairytale!AU → Gifset Trailer • Words: 9k | AO3 • Disclaimer: nsfw-content, smut, mentioning of blood, abuse, violence, weapons, dark themes, anxiety

written with @cassiavioletblue

↳ Fear was a strange feeling. People feared the unknown, the dark and witchcraft. The shadows that were lurking through the forest at night. The same fear that made the folks in the village keep their distance from the forest at night; that locked their doors on nights when there was a full moon, or no moon at all.

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Fear was a strange feeling. People feared the unknown, the dark and witchcraft. The shadows that were lurking through the forest at night. They told them stories about the witches, ghosts and hungry, lusting wolves that were sent to let them pay for their sins. They casted out those who were a little too strange to be one of them. “To keep us safe,” The pastor spoke and as a little child, Jimin had nodded with big eyes. The same fear that made the folks in the village keep their distance from the forest at night; that locked their doors when there was a full moon, or no moon at all.

On this morning, Jimin found himself standing at the edge of the forest, looking up at the wall that surrounded the village. Carefully, he pushed back the hood of his deep red cloak and looked over his shoulder back into the forest. He saw nothing except the trees and plants of the forest reflecting the dimming light of the setting sun. There was nothing else. Nothing that he feared. It was getting dark and from where he stood, Jimin could hear the bell signaling everyone to lock themselves in their homes but strangely, Jimin wasn’t afraid.

He had seen the horrors with his own eyes. The wounds on the dead bodies that they found in the morning. Sometimes they were brave young men seeking out to find the evil. But other times it was them, who had pushed the crying woman into the forest at night and finding her dead the next morning. There were rules to stick by, to shut the lights off early, to never go into the forest at night and to be back by the bell sound every night. With a sigh, Jimin walked up the hill and towards the village again when he heard his name being called out.

“Jimin! Are you completely out of your mind?” Someone shouted at him, but Jimin just rolled his eyes. He’d always recognized the voice. The grip on his arm made him walk a little faster, stumbling after the taller man. Jimin gazed up at him. He was handsome, exuding a certain magnetism that made women and men alike fall for him in a matter of seconds. Only it didn’t work with himself. Hosung had a muscular body, strong chin and full lips and eyes so blue that Jimin sometimes wondered if they were see-through. He didn’t like it. Others thought it was a gift, making him more God-Like. And Jimin had to fight the urge to not cough on instinct. Hosung was noble, a hunter and loved by everyone in the village. Jimin was everything but.

And yet, destiny had brought them together - that’s what they said and told each other. Jimin didn’t believe in bullshit like that.

“You’re hurting me, Hosung.” Jimin pulled his arm away and wiped over where he had gripped him, stomping ahead just in time for the heavy doors to be closed behind them. “I wouldn’t have needed to drag you all the way if you would stop coming back from the forest at the ass crack of twilight! How am I supposed to protect you and keep you save if you walk...walk around like this?” He pulled at Jimin’s cloak, making him take a step back. “I told you not to go into the forest alone. Do you want to be attacked by the werewolf next? Do you want to be ripped into pieces?” His voice got louder but Jimin didn’t care if people stared at them, they would be gone soon, locked behind their doors, too afraid of their own lives being taken. Hosung caught his wrist again, pulling him inside his own house. It was almost melodic how he locked them up, every single metal clicking into place. Like a weird melody.

“It was a gift from my mom!” Jimin hissed back at him. She had given it to him when he was too young to understand, to fascinated by her stories and how she had woven magic into it. Jimin had pleaded her to whisper ‘protection spells’ into the soft fabric every time, thinking it would keep him safe. And she only had laughed, giving him a kiss. He knew magic wasn’t real.

The village didn’t. They believed it and they had punished her. Jimin could remember it vividly and it made him shutter in repressed memory.

“Your mother is gone, Jimin.” Hosung reached out for his hands softly and Jimin felt frozen on the spot. “She was a witch and you know that. It was best to keep us all safe. And now it is my duty to keep you safe as well. They have chosen me to protect you so please listen to my demand.” His eyes softened, “We will be on the hunt soon again. The wolf can’t hurt you as long as you do what I say, do you hear me? I will find evil and I will keep us all safe.”

Jimin’s bottom lip trembled as he pulled his hand away, walking over to the locked door to unlock every single one again. “We’re not married, Hosung and there hadn’t been an attack in years! I can protect myself,” Jimin spat back at him, pushing open the door as he stumbled outside, pulling the cloak a little tighter around himself. He could still hear him shouting for him, telling him to go die then without him (he would probably come around with gifts the next morning again to apologize), and the eyes that followed his figure from the windows, until he reached his own home. Jimin didn’t lock the doors. He wasn’t afraid.

The wolf couldn’t hurt him as long as he wore the cloak, that’s what he knew was true. He believed his mother and his grandma. Because they knew the truth.

...

The first time he had seen the wolf was when he was afraid. Every week, his mother was gone to bring food that their grandma needed to the other end of the forest. It was always just them: his mother, grandma and Jimin. People had always found them weird.

When Jimin had gotten the cloak, his mother told him to bring the basket to his grandma for the first time. It was his turn now. And she had reminded him of the hunters that would be out in a few hours but Jimin had been so afraid to step into the woods that it took him too long to get in. What if what they told was true? But his mother came back safely every time? When he took the first step in, Jimin shuddered and then he ran all the way through the woods, holding onto the basket tightly.

On his way back, he heard the cries of the dogs, the horses that were trampling the earth and Jimin had run in fear of them seeing him. No one was allowed in the forest, whenever there were hunters. The sun was setting low and Jimin had to be back until the bells would ring. He needed to be quick. So, he ran as fast as he could, finding somewhere to hide behind a fallen tree stump to keep himself out of sight. He had pulled his knees in, shaking, pushing a hand over his mouth to keep from whimpering when he saw him for the first time.

The wolf. But it was nothing like he imagined, or the people told him.

The dark orbs of his eyes were glistening in the sun, as the wolf kept his head and body low. Jimin could see that he was young, too young to be alone. Just like him. And strangely, he wasn’t scary, nor was Jimin afraid of him. Carefully, Jimin pushed a finger onto his lips, motioning for the young wolf to keep down and quiet as their gazes met. The young boy just stared at him motionless, before he flinched when he could hear the barks coming closer. Somehow, he knew they must have scented the wolf. The hunters were coming closer, cheering and Jimin panicked. If he stayed, they would find him...him and the wolf.

“It must be close,” A rough voice said, followed by a chuckle as he stretched his bow, searching over the meadow to find what he was looking for. With shaking limbs, Jimin stood up an turned to look at the man. Their eyes widened at what their dogs must have scented. It wasn’t a wolf, nor a wild boar.

“It is the strange woman’s kid.”

Jimin yelped from how hard he was getting gripped on his arm. He was taken home that day and his mother had cried in sheer happiness to have her son back, but he was still staring at the forest, feeling a little dazed, while they made up a story about how they saved him just in time before the wolf could take his soul.

They had cheered and celebrated the victory of the hunters and only now did Jimin see the tears on his mother’s eyes. He followed her gaze, when it met the head of a wolf. Blood was oozing out of the wound, falling onto the earth below tinting the green red. Gasping for air, Jimin hid in his mother’s hold - but it wasn’t a young wolf. Not the one he had seen.

Jimin could feel his mother shiver, her eyes sorrowful as she whispered something he couldn’t understand. She was about to pull her son away from the cheering village, when the hunter grabbed her arm to make her stay. “Your son is forever in our debt. The forest has spoken, and it is now my duty to protect him, woman. You don’t have a husband, do you. Don’t worry, witch.” The man reeked of alcohol and Jimin scrunched up his nose, flinching when his mother tightened her hold around his hand, squeezing it so it almost hurt. Jimin wanted to punch the man, tell him to get away and not call his mother a witch. But he kept quiet. Just like his mother had told him many times.

...

Jimin had never been afraid again to go into the dark woods. He just pulled his cloak over his head and walked on with a steady heartbeat. He didn’t fear anymore. Not a ghost, witch or wolf. He only feared the village, the one place that had taken so much from him. Pulling his blanket, a little more over his face, Jimin curled in on his bed, trying to find a comfortable position to fall asleep in, but his mind kept spiraling. “They can’t hurt you in the forest. It will protect you.” His mother's words recalled into his mind before she had been dragged away from him. They were shouting at her. Calling her a witch. “There are bad wolves here, in this town. Don’t be afraid, my love.”

Jimin had seen the wounds and he had seen the wolf. But he kept his mouth shut. Every year and with every victim, Jimin began to realize it wasn’t witchcraft or the moon that made someone do this. The folks avoided him anyways, even though they talked about him as the ‘witch kid’, the one who almost got into the fangs of the wolf. But as he grew older people began to really look at him. They started to call him pretty and elegant and Jimin wondered what had changed. Sometimes he stared at his reflection in the lake, but it gave him no answers, but that people were simply superficial and loved to talk. About him, the witches and how he had been saved from the fangs of evil. The one that got away, saved by the hunter and now would be promised to his son, because beauty was what the wolf was after.

Young, flawless and beautiful. And only a true hunter could protect him. Jimin scoffed at that.

If they only knew how the wolf didn’t even came close to him. Jimin hadn’t seen him again for a long time and even though he kept his eyes out for him, he never spotted the dark wolf. Not today, or the week before. He only hoped that nothing had happened, or he had moved deeper into the forest, somewhere where they couldn’t find him.

He didn’t want him to get hurt.

Jimin was just about to close his eyes, when a scream pierced through the night that made him shiver and let the cold seep into his bones. Eyes wide, Jimin got up from the bed and ran outside. There were people running in all directions, crying out and Jimin pushed through the people, when he found where the scream had come from.

Hosung was already there, holding the almost lifeless women in his hands and Jimin jolted forward. “She’s still breathing!” Hosung cried out for a doctor and Jimin stumble a little closer, holding the poor girl. Carefully, Jimin pushed a strand of her from her distorted face. There was blood, lots of it and scratches over her face and chest. Her clothes were torn and her eyes…

Jimin gulped heavily. “She will lose her sight and…” Jimin soothed her quietly, when he saw something that let all color fade from his face. “Th-they ripped out her tongue.” With shaking hands, he held onto the woman’s head, tears rolling down his cheeks as Hosung moved to give the doctor room. Jimin was still on the ground, knees too wobbly to move. He barely heard what Hosung was shouting about, but it made him flinch.

There hadn’t been an attack for a long time. Why now? What had changed?

“The wolf will pay for this! And you can be sure that he will not be shot with a bow but share the same fate as all of ours. He will bleed for what he had done!” The church was ringing it bells and Jimin pushed his hands over his ears, smearing blood all over his cheeks with it. “I’ll keep you safe,” There was a voice whispering into his ear, but Jimin didn’t look up but followed the push into whatever direction. He didn’t register it, when Hosung cleaned him up, soothed over his skin or tugged him in again. It felt like time was moving too fast. He could still hear her scream piercing through the night. Jimin was moving, but he wasn’t controlling his limbs anymore. “I promise to find the wolf.” His eyes flickered to Hosung, who seemed so sure about it, so certain that the wolf had been bewitched to punish them for sins. Something was awfully wrong. Why now, why here, why them? He had so many questions, but no one to answer them for him.

“H-How...b-but a wolf can’t…” Jimin got shushed by a kiss and he kept quiet - again.

…

The following morning people were gathered around the church, voices mixing together, fear was lying heavy in the air. Jimin was certain if he reached out right now, he could feel it. They had been so happy for a long time, it felt like normal before...he had forgotten how it was to live in fear. He could see Hosung from where he stood. He was dressed in his leather attire, surrounded by a group of hunters, while the pastor tried to calm the village, making them confess their sins, telling them about how the wolf was just the devil dressed up. Jimin was shaking from the cold that surrounded them. He had visited the young girl this morning, had seen the outcome of the attack. She couldn’t speak, nor see and was shaking from fear whenever someone touched her. It was hell. This right here was hell, not whatever was waiting for them in the forest.

Hosung’s gaze met his and Jimin tried a smile, trying to keep him where he was. He didn’t want to talk. Not with him. Jimin turned around and got out his cloak to put it over his shoulders. Just as he was about to pull the hood over his head, he got stopped. “Where do you think you’re going?” Hosung’s voice was low as he stood tall in front of him and Jimin simply took a little turn, but of course he wasn’t having any of it. “I asked you something, Jimin.”

“Grandma,” Jimin looked up at him and held up the basket, “She asked me to bring her bread from the baker. And I need some herbs for medicine...for the girl. Now, please let me through.” Hosung didn’t move, so Jimin simply pushed past him but he was held back. “They don’t attack in broad daylight. I’m fine, now let me…” Jimin pleaded. He didn’t want to be in the village right now. Not with the people in uproar and the images of the girl in mind who had been attacked like that. He needed to get away, to find answers. Something. Anything to make sense of it.

“Baby listen to me,” Hosung pulled him in and Jimin wasn’t prepared for the impact of the hard leather but he didn’t move. “I like you next to me, Jimin. I want to marry you soon and I know this scares you just as much,” Hosung hugged him a little tighter, making him unable to speak. “But I can’t be looking out for you if you keep on running. Maybe we should bring your grandma back into the village?” Jimin pulled off him with a little push but acted out a soft smile. There was only one way to get of Hosung quickly. “She wouldn’t want that. Let me bring her the bread and I’ll go right back, I promise.” Jimin leaned in, his hand wandering up the hunter’s neck until he could brush through his hair and his lips against the soft skin of his cheek. “I’ll promise to stay tonight with you...so you can protect me, but the people need you right now and I promised to bring fresh herbs to help the wound. It’s what we do, right? Together we take care of them.” Hosung bloomed under his attention and it was almost like he stood a little taller. “Yes, we’re good together.” He kissed Jimin on his cheek and finally let him go.

…

Namjoon was restless.

He knew he should stay at home, maybe take a little nap but there was so much chaos around him it made him dizzy. The smell of blood made him growl and he trotted a little faster, but he couldn’t get rid of it. it was everywhere, sickeningly sweet and tainted with bitter violence. They were angry, the people behind the wall. And even though he didn’t understand much of what was happening behind those thick walls he knew enough to feel like there was a storm brewing. They might come after him, just like they had done so many years before when they had killed his mother. The searing pain had turned into a dull ache over the years, but it had never fully healed, knowing that they had hunted her down and ripped off her head to bring it back into the city like a trophy, as if it was something good, something worth celebrating. He hated those humans, hated them with a passion that burned hotter than fire and more persistent than any other feeling he knew. It was always there, since that night. Speaking of humans…

He sniffed the air and then growled dangerously as he ducked, waiting for whoever dared to walk through his forest to show up.

Jimin sneaked out without being seen effortlessly. He had done it a million times before. With his basket in hand, he pulled his cloak a little further over his face before vanishing into the thicket of the woods, running as fast as he could and away from the village until he could barely hear the ringing sounds of their bells anymore. Jimin was panting, eyes searching the calm around him. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of the woods before walking in deeper. However just because no villager saw him didn’t mean that he wasn’t watched at all. To Namjoon the younger’s light steps where as clear as someone trampling loudly through the forest. He could hear every snap of every twig that Jimin stepped on, hear his harsh breath that sounded foreign in the woods. Even the forests silence revealed Jimin’s presence to him because the birds stopped singing for a while whenever Jimin passed them as he was an intruder, a possible danger even though the human himself didn’t feel any of that.

Jimin hadn’t lied, when he had told Hosung that he would search for some herbs, something that the doctor needed to soothe the pain of the young woman’s scars. He stayed on the path for a while, cloak flowing around him with how fast he was going. The hunters would be preparing their horses soon, wanting to seek and chase evil right before dawn, so Jimin needed to be quick if he wanted to bring his grandmother some bread as well. Even though that had been a lie, Jimin would never not go by to see if she was alright. She was old, barely able to get up on her own and she was almost blind. But she managed and it was a miracle to Jimin. He couldn’t wait to see her, but he needed to find something else first.

Coming to an abrupt halt, Jimin listened closely but he couldn’t hear anything but his own rapid heart beating before he simply took a sharp turn. He strayed from the path, pushing through the thicket, to get deeper into the forest’s heart. If he believed his grandmother, which he always did, then he would only find the herbs deeper.

The wolf followed him and when the forest finally revealed the humans shape his heart stuttered in his chest. He wore a red cloak and Namjoon shivered with excitement - and nervousness. No one knew his secret. No one but a woman who had worn a red cloak. This wasn’t her though, it didn’t smell familiar. Or… maybe it did. Like something from a dream, ages ago. A little different.

Only a few villagers dared to go into the woods, even during the daylight but if they did they always stayed on the path. It was like an unwritten rule that no one dared to break. So Namjoon knew it was safe to walk around because no one would see him as long as he kept himself hidden from where they walked. Except that this one didn’t even hesitate before stepping off the path and right into the mossy forest. Namjoon gasped in shock. But the human didn’t stop, getting more determined with each step. The forest seemed to close in on Jimin, barely any light was coming through and he stopped. His gaze kept wandering around, as he finally came to a halt by a clearing, trying to find what he was looking for. Placing the basket down, Jimin blinked when a single ray of sunshine peeked through a hole in the crown of the tree. He looked up, pulling back the hood, so he could let his skin soak in the bit of warmth. It felt like a stolen moment. One that only he existed in, as he closed his eyes and a smile pulled at his lips.

HIs heart beat loudly in his chest as he followed the boy with careful steps. He was tense as a bow string, ready to jump and run if the other made a wrong move because who knew what else he was brave enough to do, if he strayed from the path so carelessly. He wondered what the human might be doing, and he thought of everything from Jimin hiding a secret stash of gambling money in the woods to him trying to get rid of evidence that had something to do with all the blood and chaos that he had smelled this morning. He had expected something, dark, mysterious, maybe evil - so it hit him completely unprotected when he other pulled down his hood, blinking contently into the sun while bathing in its light like a forest bird or house cat.

Not only his behaviour stunned Namjoon - also that the human was remarkably beautiful. He had soft hair that fell in loose strands into his eyes, bright eyes that the sun illuminated in a way that made them shine like gemstones. He had full cheeks that spoke of softness and youth and it would have made him look carefree if there hadn’t been something in his face or maybe his eyes that spoke of loneliness and distant pain. And last, his lips. Namjoon had never seen such a pretty mouth before. They looked pillowy and he couldn’t tear his gaze from them, wondering how they might feel against his fingertips (he didn’t dare to think of anything more).

Jimin sighed, feeling the tiredness in his limbs. He hadn’t slept all night, the horrors keeping him awake. And honestly Hosung breathing into his neck did its part as well. He shivered, wiping over his neck, before he tried to regain his focus.

Jimin began to search carefully, eyes fixated on the ground as he was looking for a particular plant, hoping he would recognize it from his grandmother's description that he had given him. Biting his lip in concentration, Jimin kneeled down to reach for a plant, letting it’s leaves soothe over his skin.

Namjoon ducked when Jimin got closer to the ground, as if he was under the younger’s spell - and maybe he was because instead of doing the safe thing and walking away he stayed, waiting, watching, trying to find out who that boy was and what he was doing.

Jimin pursed his lips into a pout as he tried to decipher if this was the plant he was searching for but honestly, the more he was staring at it the more confused he felt. He whined quietly, falling back onto his bottom as he sat in the middle of the meadow, looking around all these different kind of herbs. Should he just pluck one out of everything? The doctor should know what would be helpful right? But what if one was poisonous? Jimin wanted to help so badly, but he couldn’t ask for his grandma to come with him nor anyone else. No one would stray from the path like he did. Everyone else was afraid, rather risking death of one of theirs.

Namjoon waited but the human just sat there. looking at the plants around him as if he waited for them to talk to him. He reached out for one of them, hesitating before putting his hand back down without having plucked anything and so it finally clicked. He was trying to find a plant. Or several ones. But he wasn’t sure if what he had in front of him was the right thing. It had been a long, long while since Namjoon had talked to anyone but the old woman who lived in his forest (and she couldn’t see very well so she wasn’t a danger to him) but that pretty boy lost in the woods piqued his interest. And suddenly he felt reckless enough to risk something. Maybe it was the strange atmosphere and all that tension that came from the village that made him feel like he had to do something or maybe it was just the other’s beauty drawing him in, whoever it was Namjoon wanted to talk to him. So, he withdrew, searching for a spot where he could turn in peace (it wasn’t exactly quiet to change your form, it was painful and exhausting) and while he walked he tried to justify his recklessness. He could ask the boy what had been happening last night, find out if the villagers were planning anything. Knowledge was power. So, he needed as much knowledge as he could get if he wanted to live his life in peace.

Jimin just simply started to pluck a few plants that he deemed to be fitting the description he was given. The rest he would figure out later. He was humming to himself quietly, not really caring about the time or when he had to go back. Jimin felt safe here and absolutely content as he began to collect a few flowers for a bouquet. He was almost done, tying it with a small ribbon he still found in his basket, when he noticed something different. Jimin maybe didn’t notice an animal of the forest sneaking up on him, but he wasn’t dumb either. He completely stilled in his movements, eyes wide as he listened carefully, jerking when a branch was breaking under the weight of something. Something that couldn’t be an animal. Jimin tried to move slowly, pulling his cloak a little more over his shoulders. Nothing could hurt him, not as long as he was wearing the red hood.

Running back to turn and get clothes didn’t take him more than a few minutes. He was fast in his wolf form, running like the wind, completely silent. It was a whole different story when he was in human form. Even though he was living as a human and a wolf equally he felt more comfortable in wolf. He didn’t fall over his paws, he was quick, efficient, dangerous. As a human however he could be almost clumsy. So, it didn’t surprise him that Jimin noticed him before he had even reached him on his way back.

There was something, or someone. He could feel it coming closer. In his mind, Jimin counted down, before he jerked around, his heart skipping several beats as he gasped so loudly that it echoed through the woods. He was ready to run the second his gaze would meet…

He blinked his eyes, mouth hanging open, completely frozen as he stared at another human. Jimin had imagined anything…but not a human. Not someone…like him. Someone beautiful. Someone who didn’t wear the ugly dark clothes the people from the village wore. In fact, Jimin didn’t recognize him at all. His heart picked up speed. He gulped heavily, taking another step back while his gaze kept wandering from his head to his bulky, muscular chest and arms to his thick thighs. His mouth suddenly felt awfully dry as he opened it to say something, but he didn’t get that far. His eyes had been stuck on the stranger, not noticing the thick root pushing through the earth behind him.

Namjoon was trying to look as ‘human’ and ‘normal’ as possible, doing his best to seem nice and harmless but before he could impress the other with his ‘normal, human’ words their greeting turned into a mess. The boy turned towards him gracefully, however, there was a root he didn’t notice and as it looked like he might fall over it Namjoon reached for him to keep him from falling - which had the other flinch back and fall with just a little more force. Namjoon internally groaned. He stopped a little before the other who looked up at him with wide eyes and slightly parted lips, a look that was a little too delicious to be fair. “Are you okay?”

Jimin gulped heavily, as his eyes wandered up to look at the human. Was this the evil everyone was talking about? Would it lure him in and kill him? Jimin startled even more when the human so nonchalantly spoke to him in a voice that had him shiver. “W-who are you?” He was still lying awkwardly on the ground, trying to get away from the thick root without leaving him out of sight.

Namjoon furrowed his brows. “I’m Namjoon”. He answered truthfully. The other still hadn’t made a move to get up again. “And you are getting yourself wet if you stay on that grass. Are you okay? Did you hurt your ankle?”

Jimin’s heart was beating rapidly fast against his chest as he tried to get up, mumbling something about not being hurt, when he felt a sudden grip around his wrist. “It’s okay…I…” Jimin let out a yelp. The nice thing was helping that human up and so Namjoon did - but he hadn’t had contact with any of them for a while and so he heavily miscalculated Jimin’s weight, sending the boy flying against him. He wrapped his arms around the other out of instinct, surprised how perfectly he fitted against his body. This close he could feel the other’s heartbeat against his own skin, and it was a strangely intoxicating feeling. The other was so alive and yet so vulnerable…

“T-thank you…can you ehm…,“ Jimin stood frozen, panting and his eyes wide not daring to move. Only slowly and warily, he got out of his arms, putting enough space between them to feel a little safer again. With an awkward smile, he pulled his cloak a little more over his shoulders again. “You’re not from the village, are you? Did you get lost?” He cocked his head aside, trying to see through the strange human and if he meant danger for him. His clothes were simple, but nothing he knew that came from the sewers of his village. “You…you shouldn’t stray from the path.”

Namjoon watched the other get a few steps back again and took that as a sign to do that as well. He didn't want to violate any social rules that would out him as an outsider. But maybe him living in the woods would make for some excuses to he didn’t made up some backstory that he was a traveler from somewhere else but instead stuck with the truth. “I’m not lost, and I know this woods. You are the one straying. So, I wondered why. Do you need something? I might be able to help.”

“Y-you know these woods?” Jimin looked at the other in disbelief. He had been around this forest for so long and never seen the other but then again: he had never reached the end of it no matter how hard he had tried before and mostly kept on the path. Of course, Jimin had tried to run before, but he always ended back in the village. The path was like a loop, as if the forest didn’t want to let him go. In a way, Jimin was too scared, even though he knew the wolf wouldn’t attack him. Not as long as he wore the red hood.

“I…I was searching for some herbs and I know I could only find them here.” Jimin pointed at his basket. “I didn’t know someone else lived out here…I thought it was just my grandma,” He reached out for the herbs he had plucked and held them out for Namjoon to take. “I need something to prevent a blood poisoning and to heal deep cut wounds faster.”

“Your grandma? You’re the little kid...” His eyes widened when it finally clicked. The boy, that’s why he seemed so familiar… His face, the cloak... he had seen him again, just a long time ago. He stared at the other, trying to find the little child from back then in him and when you knew what you were looking for you could find hints; the fullness of his lips, the softness of his eyes… “Damn, you matured beautifully!”

Jimin’s smile faded away, when Namjoon stared at him and confusion washed over his expression. “I… what?” He furrowed his brows, holding onto the herbs a little tighter, “What do you mean with…with that? Do I know you?”

“No, no, you don’t, I’m sorry.” Namjoon dropped his head, trying not to be creepy which apparently he had done a great job at being so far. “I just know your grandma. I visit her sometime. Not very often but... as we both live her we have some kind of neighbourly relationship. And she has that picture of you. As a child.” He couldn’t exactly tell Jimin ‘I watched you walking through the woods when you were a child and you saw me in my wolf form’ so he was glad that there was an easy explanation for his remark. Because his grandma did keep a picture of him at her home. He had always found it strange considering she could barely see but she had told him that just knowing it was there and being able to take it in hand was a comfort for her.

To say he was absolutely confused would have been an understatement. “She never told me,” Jimin pursed his lips into a pout, trying to roam in his memories if his grandma ever told him about the man but he couldn’t find anything. But if it was true, then the stranger was trustworthy. “Then I take that as a compliment,” A light blush appeared on his cheeks and Jimin hastily pushed out his basket again. “So, do you know if those are the right ones? I really need to know…”

“Yes, I can help you.” He kneeled down, quickly and efficiently sorting through the herbs and gathering the right ones into little bundles. He told Jimin their Latin names but the other didn’t look as if he knew what to make of that. “You are not very well versed in herbology are you?” He finally asked, wonder in his tone. “Why did they send you out then to gather herbs? It can be really dangerous to pluck the wrong ones. Not working for what you plucked them for is one of the better mishaps. They could also make your patient sick or poison the both of you. Why are you out here? Alone?”

“They didn’t send me,” Jimin answered honestly and watched what the other did attentively as he kneeled down beside him. “I just wanted to help somehow,” A sadness washed over his expression as he rearranged the bundles in his basket mindlessly. “I couldn’t stand around and do nothing. It won’t help if I confess my sins or…hide and lock myself in.” Jimin bit his tongue, unsure if Namjoon knew about their village and their fate at all. “Do you worry about me?” He cocked up an eyebrow cheekily and chuckled, “Don’t be…I’m safe in the daylight and I’ll be back home as soon as the sun goes down.”

“Hmm…” He couldn’t make much of what Jimin was telling him. It scared him a little that the other told him so freely that he wasn’t scared to go around the woods during daylight because even though he was right what if others followed? He couldn’t have people walking around his home or else they might find him or worse, be confident enough to start another wolf hunt. “Why would you... confess your sins? Did you hurt that patient you’re collecting herbs for? What happened last night? Were you part of it?” Finally, he got to ask his question but he wasn’t sure if he would like the answer.

“They say it’s to clear ourselves, so the devil won’t attack us.” Jimin shrugged his shoulders, “They say the wolf can sniff it if we have sinned. I think it’s bullshit.” He took the last herbs from Namjoon and closed the lid of his basket. This time, he was prepared when Namjoon reached out and helped him up. Holding onto the basket tightly, Jimin sighed deeply, before he told Namjoon everything. “There has been an attack again. They are preparing a hunt,” There were tears dwelling in the corner of his eyes. “They thought they have killed the wolf before. They all thought it was safe again…but…I don’t know why it attacked now, but I don’t believe the stuff they are telling us. It doesn’t add up…but…it doesn’t matter what I think.” Jimin reached out for him, soothing over his arm in a sweet gesture, when the sound of a hunting horn was startling him so much that he held tightly onto Namjoon on instinct. He realized with horror how late it must have gotten and that he should have been home a while ago. Jimin’s eyes flickered around as he tried to figure out what the right thing was to do. His gaze stopped wandering, when he locked his eyes with Namjoon.

“A hunt? A wolf hunt?” Namjoon couldn’t help it he shuddered violently at the mere mention of it. Images of fire and death flashed before his eyes and his burns seemed to hurt anew. “But... that can’t be. There hasn’t been... I didn’t...” He cut himself off before he could spill his secret just like that. He just couldn’t wrap his head around it: he didn’t attack anyone. And even though he lost control on a full moon the next one was only due next week. He didn’t wake up with blood in his mouth or next to a body. He didn’t hurt anyone last night; he didn’t even hunt for a meal! This didn’t make sense. The sound of the hunting horn made him freeze and for a horrible moment he felt like when he had been a child, afraid for his life and so utterly helpless, with nothing but pain and fear inside of him. He could see the conflict in Jimin’s eyes and when he realized that the boy was debating what to do he held onto him a little tighter. “No!” His voice sounded breathless and weak, but he couldn’t help it, “Don’t go back now, please! They might shoot anything that moves and before they realize that you’re not a wolf you’re already dead on the ground. We need to get out of here. Now!”

Something within the man’s eyes changed and Jimin could feel the tremble in his body. Jimin could only imagine what it would feel like if the hunters were running around in his woods, that he called his home, recklessly. It must be a horrifying feeling. Namjoon held a tight grip on his arm as he pulled him deeper into the dark and away from the path and the younger just stumbled along. “Namjoon, wait...I need to…,” Jimin felt out of breath, too scared to stop moving and yet there was something he needed to do. “I need to warn him. The wolf...what if he didn’t hear the horn? Trust me please.” He let his hand fall down to Namjoon’s making him turn around. “It’s not the wolf’s fault.”

Namjoon stopped dead in his tracks, "How do you know?"

Jimin was right, it wasn't his fault but there was no way the other could know this. Except - if he had staged the attack himself! Which didn't make sense because if he was a cold blooded killer then why care for a Wolf? So, the only other explanation was… He let go of Jimin's Hand, suddenly scared. "Did your grandmother...did she tell you something? About the...the wolf?" Did Jimin know that there was a werewolf out here and the only reason that Jimin didn't know it was him was because his Grandma couldn't describe his face because she couldn't see that well?

Jimin hesitated, furrowing his brows at Namjoon’s reaction. “No, actually...I don’t know for sure but... There’s something else out here, a beast, something evil... but it’s not him.” He carefully reached out for Namjoon, “It was my mother who told me not to believe them and I met the wolf before. He never attacked me. Please, believe me.” Jimin was shaking from the fear and the cold that creeped in so fast with no light shining through the trees. “He is not the evil people are looking for...I just know it,” He looked at Namjoon, trying to make him see that he was being honest, “Just as much as I know you’re not and I can trust you.” To his own surprise, Jimin had meant those words that spilled from him so easily, having no clue that he was talking to one and the same person.

Namjoon was stunned into silence, surprised by Jimin's words and the passion with which he defended the wolf's – his - honor. "I… I see." He finally answered vaguely, taking Jimin's hand again with no intention of letting go again. "It's very kind of you to say this. About the Wolf and also that you trust me. However, I can assure you that the wolf will be alarmed by those horns. And that he is safe right now. I haven't seen him around for a while so he's either hidden really well or might not be in the forest. Maybe he went a little further away to hunt. Either way it won’t help him if you run back and get hurt. He needs friends in the village. And right now, you seem to be the only one."

Jimin couldn’t help and despite the dangerous situation he smiled, trying to keep up with the other as they ran. He had so many questions: if Namjoon had seen the wolf from near, if they were close or why people believed it was the poor animal who hurt the village but Jimin kept his lips sealed. They had more important matters to deal with right now. “Do you know where you are going?” Jimin was trying to catch his breath in between, when the sound of the horn made him snap around. It was coming closer and he could hear the cheers from the hunters and the trample of hooves nearing.

Namjoon laughed despite being out of breath, "Yes, dear, I know where I'm going I'm not just running for the sake of it." The sudden sound of the horn had him shuddering again, so hard that he almost stumbled, holding onto a tree to keep from falling. He pretended to catch his breath to not make it too obvious how horrified he was, but he wasn't sure if it worked. "Just a little further, up in those hills are some caves. We can stay in one of them and make a fire to stay warm. Even if the hunters might come after us they'll see that we're human from the fire and won't just randomly shoot at us. At least I hope so..." He added quietly.

Jimin squeezed Namjoon’s hand a little as they ran ahead. It was clear, that Namjoon tried to be calm and fearless and yet, Jimin couldn’t oversee the little tremors in his body whenever they could hear them shouting. They ran along the narrow valley and then up a craggy hill to the opening in the rock. Namjoon was moving efficiently and Jimin had a hard time keeping up. He climbed nimbly up the rocks and Jimin almost laughed. Was Namjoon for real? How the hell was he supposed to follow all the way up there? Jimin gulped heavily. Namjoon could have chosen the closest cave, so they could be in and out more quickly, but he knew further up they were safer. By now it was dark, the moon the only light they were given and Jimin had to admit he was now more scared of falling then facing Hosung. He had tried to follow the path Namjoon had taken, doing the same movements as him but he had to realize that his arms and legs were just a little shorter. Jimin whined quietly as he gripped onto the ledge so hard that it turned his knuckles white. Luckily, the smaller human weighted nothing for Namjoon, who easily caught his wrist and pulled him over and into the cave with him.

“Hills you said...and I thought of little hillocks...not stony mountain sized hills that I need to climb,” Jimin leaned back against the cold stone, trying to catch his breath. Every muscle of his body was shaking from the fear and exhaustion.

Namjoon sheepishly cocked his head. "I'm sorry I forgot that you village people aren't used to climbing." As clumsy as he could be in human form when it came so social stuff or purely 'human' things he still had a lot of strength, endurance and agility in his lanky body. Maybe it was because the wolf was part of him - or maybe it was because he had climbed those hills and had run through the woods every day for years.

Jimin made a face at Namjoon and got up to follow him deeper into the dark. “It’s kind of sad though, isn’t it. I bet the view is amazing if you climb just a little higher in the daylight or simply to watch the sundown.” He kept close by the other’s side, trusting that he knew where the safest place to hide would be.

"Oh, we could totally come here during the daylight again if you want to enjoy the view. Or there's a tree we could climb, a massive oak that reaches really high up. If you sit in the crown you can oversee the whole forest."

“So, that means I’m allowed to come back and stray from the path again?” Jimin bit his lip to hide the smirk. The thought of meeting Namjoon again excited him in a way that nothing had done in a while. “I’d like that a lot,” He whispered as he got down to sit right next to Namjoon onto the cold stone. Pulling his legs in, Jimin shivered from the cold, trying to keep his teeth from clattering. “For how long do you think we have to stay here?”

"Allowed? You are your own person; you don't need permission. Though I'd appreciate it if you would visit me during the day. You might be right about the wolf but it's still dangerous roaming the woods at night. So, stay safe please." He noticed Jimin shivering and frowned at the knowledge that he didn't even have a blanket here. He didn't need one he was almost always warm. "I'll make a fire then you'll feel warmer soon." He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Hopefully they'll give up soon and then will be blaring their defeat through their stupid horns so that we'll know when they retreat, and it is safe to come out again."

“I’ve never been in the forest at night before. I need to be back by sundown every day or else they close the doors.” Jimin held Namjoon back before he could get up, “Don’t make a fire, please. If they see the smoke they might come nonetheless and…and I don’t want them to find me.” With his hand wrapped around Namjoon’s arm, he couldn’t just feel his muscles shifting underneath the fabric but also the heat he was radiating and Jimin stared at him feeling absolutely flabbergasted.

“You’re…how the hell are you so warm,” The confused expression was soon exchanged for a smile that pulled at his lips and Jimin got onto his knees. He untied his cloak and let it fall aside before easily maneuvering himself so he could sit right in front of Namjoon and in between his legs. Reaching for his cloak, he placed it like a blanket over them. "Ah, right, the curfew. Although if you managed to sneak out of the village right before a hunt I wouldn't put it past you to sneak out at night too, just for the thrill of it. You know, stargazing, catching fireflies...that kind of mischief." He winked at him. Before he could start their fire Jimin completely surprised him and he let himself be maneuvered by the younger before he realized what Jimin was doing. "Wait, what are you...are you cuddling with me?!"

Jimin chuckled softly, leaning back against Namjoon’s chest with a sigh, while making sure both of them were covered with his cloak as much as possible. “Just sharing the heat.” He mumbled and closed his eyes, feeling the adrenaline seep from his body and making him realize how tired he actually was. He hadn’t been really sleeping since the attack. “This way they can’t find us,” Jimin shifted a little to be able to look up at Namjoon. “Is this okay for you?”

“Sharing my heat, you mean..” He mumbled, but after the initial shock he had to admit that it was quite nice. A little strange because he wasn’t used to feeling another body so close against his but nonetheless comfortable. “You’re the ‘do first ask questions later’ type, hu? I guess I’ll be fine. As long as you don’t fall asleep on me and snore in my ear.” He gently poked a finger in Jimin’s side, teasing him a little because it was pretty obvious how exhausted the other was.

Jimin whined cutely, pursing his lip and yet, he didn’t even try to keep his eyes open. He simply let himself fall against Namjoon’s heat, trying to ignore the fear that they could get caught. “I really hope the wolf is okay,” Jimin mumbled, wrapping an arm around Namjoon’s so he could snuggle up against it. “Maybe I’ll find him soon again and then I can tell him to run. They won’t stop until they find something or someone to point their fingers at.” The younger yawned, concentrating on Namjoon’s steady heartbeat to soothe him enough to be able to rest. “I’ll just close my eyes a little bit okay?” His words were only a slurred mess of whispered words, “Wake me in five minutes or so.”

“Yeah, sure. Five minutes.” Namjoon smiled fondly at the practical stranger leaning against him. He had no idea why the other was so adamant on caring for ‘the wolf’ but it touched something inside of Namjoon, something vulnerable and tender and it was a scary as well as a nice thought. Thinking that someone cared could be a double edged sword. It didn’t take long for Jimin to fall asleep and of course Namjoon did not wake him after five minutes. He figured if the younger had to spend the night outside in the forest because of some stupid hunt then he could very well get a full night's rest.

And maybe, just maybe he felt safer too now that he wasn’t alone while there were people outside hunting for him.

A/N: The first chapter is out! Ahghfghfh are you ready for a new adventure? What did you think of it so far? Will Hosung find Jimin in the forest? Our sneaky little red riding hood ;) If you enjoyed this, leave a comment down below! Cat and I are excited to hear about your thoughts!

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