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izzywantscheesecake · 6 months

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sick day-hobie brown

Today was a bad day.

You thought you had gotten rid of your sickness for good yesterday, but that was just the appetizer in the huge buffet of nausea your body was preparing especially for you.

You had begged your parents a second time to let you stay home from school, and they let you, albeit slightly skeptical about how sick you claimed to be. You hoped whatever was in you would disappear by the next day, because they told you after today they wouldn’t let you commit truancy any longer.

Nobody was in the house with you, everyone you lived with had work and their own personal things to deal with, so you had to treat yourself.

You stayed in bed all morning, not getting anything done and occasionally using your energy to get up and use the bathroom or go to the kitchen.

It hadn’t even hit you how much time had passed before it was around 3, the usual time your school ended. You wiped a bead of sweat off your forehead, annoyed about how lazy you’ve been all day even though it really wasn’t your fault.

Succumbing to your low energy, you began to feel your eyelids droop and your body relax. Just before everything went black, a sudden banging at your window caused you to jolt awake.

You shifted up in your bed, thinking the source of the noise might’ve been a squirrel or a pigeon, but a tall silhouette standing by your balcony told you otherwise.

Slowly pulling yourself out of the sheets, you walked towards your window, eyes beginning to sparkle once you recognized what was standing there.

It was your friend, Hobie Brown, from 6th form. He still had his uniform on, indicating he came to your house immediately after school ended, and he was holding about three bags, evenly spread out on each arm.

You unlocked your window, giving him access to your room, and he stepped in, his boots gruffly making contact with your wood tiled floor.

“Hey, Y/N. A little birdie told me you were feeling a bit iffy this week.”

“A bit? I’ve been bedridden all day. I only just got up to let you in,” You replied, swiftly pulling yourself under the warm sheets of your bed again.

Hobie examined you for a few seconds, before letting out a snort.

“Man, you look terrible. But not to fear, Hobie is here. And he’s brought you a whole lot of sacred scroll texts from the lost city of Atlantis.”

Hobie placed the first bag down, and took out a purple folder, which he then handed to you in a mock regal manner.

You opened the folder, and saw exactly what you expected to see in there. Three worksheets of linear algebra, and a packet containing some Shakespeare text with short response questions.

“Wow, thanks. My maths and literature homework.”

“I know, I’m amazing, right? Tell me why when I went to collect your work from maths, the teacher said she didn’t even think I attended school anymore.”

“Well, that lady’s always been quite senile. But then again, you’re constantly skiving so I also can’t blame her for thinking that. What’s in the other bags?”

“Some gifts.”

He opened the second bag, and you were delighted to see a pack of Cadbury chocolate bars, accompanied with a teddy bear and other various confectionaries.

Just as you were about to go all in, he stopped you.

“Wait. Have you eaten any real food all day?”

“No.. I’ve just been laying here.”

“I thought so.”

He opened the third and final bag, which was chicken broth, some spices, and a pack of noodles.

“Why did you..”

“I’m going to make you soup, silly. Consider me your private nurse.”

“You have too much free time. I’ll be fine, just go home.”

“Mmm, no. Any road, direct me to your kitchen. I’ve only ever seen your room.”

“It’s down the hall to the left. But I can show you, just follow m-”

You made a few attempts to stand up, and every time you did, Hobie would just gently shove you back onto the bed.

“Nuh uh. You stay here, let me take care of you.”

Eventually, you realized it was no use trying to fight him and you felt yourself sinking deeper down into the bed as you listened to him cook in the kitchen, humming some tune you’ve never heard of.

After maybe 30 minutes, Hobie re-entered your room with a tray of soup accompanied by tea. Also on the tray was a thermometer you assumed he must’ve stolen from your bathroom.

He gently placed the tray of food down, grabbing the thermometer and setting it closer to your lips.

“Okay, now open your mouth.”

“You’re serious about this nurse thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Now say, aaah,” He replied.

You opened your mouth and closed it once the thermometer was in. The both of you waited about a minute, before Hobie pulled it out of your mouth and examined the temperature.

“Holy shit, 38 degrees celsius. You’re burning up, Y/N.”

You shrugged as he put the thermometer down on your bedside table and picked up the tray of food, placing it gently in front of you.

“Start eating this while I get you a warm towel.”

The broth of the soup was better than expected, probably because Hobie also added additional seasoning. The tea was also good, you could taste a hint of honey which was helpful for your sore throat.

Hobie came back with the warm towel and placed it on your forehead to relieve congestion.

For the next hour, the two of you sat together, laughing and joking. Hobie told you about the latest drama at school that you’ve missed, and also talked about things he did over the weekend.

It was a very simple conversation, but you enjoyed it a lot, Hobie really had a way of making uninteresting things interesting.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of a car pulling up to your driveway, and immediately snapped your head up to check the time on the clock.

It read, “16:46.”

“Hobie, you gotta get out of here. My parents didn’t want anyone to show up to the house today.”

He quickly nodded, cleaning up as much as he could before unlocking the window. Before he jumped out, he gave you a glance.

“And don’t forget, that’ll be £150.”

You scoffed jokingly. “I said, get out of here.”

He smirked, before jumping out the window and taking off down the street.

As soon as Hobie was out of the picture, you heard your room door open, and your parents walked in.

They questioned the soup and tea on the counter in the kitchen, and you told them you had started to feel better, and made it for yourself.

Today might’ve actually been a good day.

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captainrexisboo · 3 years

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Shameless Flirt

Hey hoes! I’m (partially) back!!!

I had a sudden burst of writing inspo. I am very excited to finally give y’all my long awaited Hevy X Reader fic!! I loved writing this, Hevy was so fun to get into the head of. I was going to post this yesterday but then (of course, right as I wanted to start posting again lmao) Life Happened aHA-

Anyways! The Reader Is A Lady (although, it’s not really specified aside from she/her pronouns. still tagging it as female reader though)! No warnings apply, just a lot of flirty banter and a bit of smoochin! Reblogs, replies, and comments are highly encouraged. I love hearing from y’all! Enjoy!!!

Technically, it was your day off. However, being the workaholic you were, and bored just sitting in your quarters, you decided the best course of action was to pick up some things you had left at one of your workstations in the ARC training sector...like the stopping point of your last project. You waved and smiled past the guards and troopers patrolling the halls, the vode knew you so it’s not like they were surprised when you strolled through the stark fluorescent halls in your lounging civvies you brought from Corrie. It’s not like you didn’t do this every other off day. It’s not like they haven’t tried to stop you- but not even ARC Commander Blitz could give you orders to go relax as you hunch over another blaster, detonator, or even some type of launcher, without you grinning like a cheeky loth-cat, “I am relaxing, Commander.”

After the first few months of working alongside Blitz, he came to understand that nothing was going to come between you and your work. At least nothing short of the consequence of you kicking and screaming all the way back to your quarters. So he let you be. “Don’t mind her, boys, that’s just our weapons tech. She’s always at the armory, or here in the target range. Think of her as a part of the training- don’t you dare get distracted.” Every new batch of ARC-trainees got told the same thing, and everytime you’d smirk into your work with a casual but polite wave over your shoulder, not even bothering to look back-

“And what about after training, Commander, will she still be ‘distracting’ up here?”

-until today. His shameless intention laced his words, and you could feel his eyes run up and down the curve of your spine, following the shape of your legs. You stood straight from your bent position over the standing turret, turning around with an unimpressed brow as you cocked out a hip, “I sure will, but you’ve got curfew to make, trooper.”

It was easy to single out the flirt, even if they were all wearing helmets. There were five trainees this time, four of them had their shoulders shaking as they choked back giggles with varying snorts and fake coughs at their brother’s expense. The one second from the end to your right seemed taken aback by your retort, spine stiff, and visor still looking at you dead on. You slid your eyes over to where Blitz was sighing and shaking his head, taking as step forward as he ordered, “Fives, thump your brother’s helmet for me.”

“Aye, sir,” Fives managed to breathe out the two syllables without breaking, but needing to clear his throat before swatting the upside of the flirt’s head, effectively taking his gaze off of you and immediately to the floor. Blitz made his way across the room to stand in front of the trooper, and even though they were the same height, Blitz carried himself in a way that made him seem to loom over the younger soldier.

“CT-782, you said your name was Hevy, right?”

“Yes sir,” Hevy confirmed, voice coming out low, in a natural huskiness some clones seemed to have, as he stood even straighter, trying to mimic the Commander’s practiced stance. Blitz nodded a couple times, humming sagely- you recognized this though. He wasn’t thinking at all, he was just adding tension, the dramatic bastard. You couldn’t help but scoff silently at his demeanor as he took an inhale before continuing.

“I’ve read up about you and your brothers, soldier. The outpost at Rishi, getting recruited into the 501st, your entire batch surviving every fray, hells I just saw all five of you in action during the Separatist invasion just a couple days ago,” Blitz took a moment to exhale, something that could have been mistaken for a sound of intrigue, “You no doubt deserve to be here. An entire batch making it to ARC training? This hasn’t been done since the last batch made specifically to be ARCs themselves. But son-” in the pause, now you could never be sure, but you were positive in that moment you heard the grating clicking of Hevy grinding his teeth at the term, “-I don’t recommend playing with fire. Lucky as you all have been, even in ARC armor, you’ll get burned.”

Hevy stole a glance back at you, to which you gave him a mock salute with your screwdriver and a delightfully crooked smirk before turning back to your work.

Instead of taking his Commander’s words to heart as a warning, he took them as a challenge. From that day on, whenever he found himself in the same room as you (provided Blitz wasn’t there to reprimand him) he would try his hand to win you over. Admittedly, it was very fun to trade bouts of wit with him. He was a cocky brute, but held a sharp tongue. His hot-headedness made it especially entertaining to get him all riled up, teasing him back, only to give him a flick on the nose or a poke on his chest plate. Hell, there was one time you went as far as squeezing his bicep. Specializing in weaponry, especially the heavy duty kind, his arms were definitely impressive. How could you not take that chance?

On the slower days, when he was too tired to even run his eyes over you, he’d still find you hunched over your workspace in the armory to watch you perform your task of the day. An arms specialist finding interest in a weapons technician’s work? Shocker. Still, being surrounded by the blasters and countless ammo and bombs in the armory, listening to the gentle clicks of your tinkering and watching your fingers go through repeating nimble motions over metal plates and little rivets did seem to put him at ease after a rough day. It was something you could much too easily relate to. Over the course of Domino squad’s ARC training, those days where he gave you quiet, warm company were your favorite.

Today was not one of those days.

You had been given a new assignment, transferring from the training base...to travel with the Domino squad once they graduated in the next few days. And it seems like they just got the message too. You rolled your eyes as you heard his low whistle from across the room, but from the safety of being turned around you couldn’t help a sly grin take over your face.

“And what, praytell,” Hevy’s gruff voice fills the armory as his boots echoed off the walls with their weighted falls, like you could hear the sway in his step to the beat of his walk, getting closer to you as you continued to lean over your work table, “Did the Domino ARCs do to get a pretty little thing like you to be our weapons technician?”

“Oi, leave her alone, Hevy,” ever the gentleman, Echo tried to ‘defend your honor’ from the shameless flirt as he walked in not a moment later, “Unless you want her to issue herself for a transfer to a different band of ARCs? Keep talking to her like she’s some meat pie, see where it gets you.”

“Awh, thank you, Echo,” you cooed over your shoulder before pushing up your goggles to give Hevy a sugar-coated pout, “Eat shit, Hevy.”

Hevy knew this game, taking his helmet off he shot you a charming wink, before turning to his brother, “What other ‘band of ARCs’? We’re the only notable ones, all the other ARCs are in CO positions, or are riding it solo and getting contracted to separate battalions for separate missions every day! We’re the only full squad of-“

“Half a squad,” Echo interrupted, taking off his helmet to shoot his brother a criticizing arch of his brow, “You realize a full squad is nine soldiers, right? This stuff has been drilled into us since decanting-”

“Then why do they call us the Domino squad?”

“Rolls off the tongue better than Domino batch,” you grumbled into your work, slipping your goggles back on and trying to focus amidst their conversation, “Look, are y’all actually here for something, or-?”

You trailed off, continuing your practiced movements as you waited for an answer. Hevy leaned next to you on the table, careful not to jostle it, or you, with his weight. He had learned that lesson the hard way...some nights his shin still throbbed with the memory.

“We’re gonna celebrate, not just the graduation, but now with you getting to tag along!” Hevy’s unusual cheeriness made you pause in your work. You turned to him, about to say something when he continued, “And we want you to join in the celebration too, mesh’la.”

You blinked at him, surprised by his offer. Sure, you were friendly to the troopers, and Hevy seems to have gotten especially comfortable around you, but you didn’t think they’d want to invite you to something as special as that. You pulled the goggles completely off your head, setting down your tools as you turned around to lean against your table, “I’ll bite. What’s the catch?”

Echo and Hevy looked between themselves, before glancing at you with mirroring expressions of confusion.

“Why do you want me to join?” you elaborated, bringing up a hand to count on your fingers, “You wouldn’t want me there unless you had a reason for me to join, what is it? Contraband liquor? Snacks? Do you want me to secure the armory for the get together so you don’t have to have it in the barracks, or my quarters, or what?”

“The catch,” Hevy took a careful step into your space, mimicking your new pose, giving you an amused if not surprised smile, “is for you to have fun, not surrounded by guns and ammo.”

“And that’s coming from Hevy,” Echo scoffed, but agreeing with a wide shrug of his shoulders as he crossed his arms. You looked between the two of them as the moment stretched out for what felt like a lifetime… for Hevy at least. All the times he spent with you, all the terrible flirting and unashamed eyeing- he really wanted you to join. He could feel sweat begin to creep down his neck, the longer he waited for a response, swallowing down a gulp of dry air as his gaze flicked nervously over to Echo. Echo simply rolled his eyes- all of Domino Squad knew about Hevy’s true feelings for you. It was hard not to take notice when Hevy was just, well, like that. But they never seemed to learn about Hevy’s quiet times in here with you, how you two would partake in silent togetherness, finding peace in each other’s company. Not that Hevy was embarrassed, far from it, but he liked having that little piece to himself. Of course, he wanted more of you to himself, but for now those comforting silences while you built and rebuilt blasters were enough for him, because they were enough for you.

You kept your gaze neutral as you weighed the option of joining in your mind. It was far from a bad option, you liked this batch. They had been through a lot together, loved and protected each other like brothers should, and along with Hevy they accepted you as one of their own. What was one night?

“Yeah, alright,” you looked between the two ARCs, a grin forming as you stole a glance at Hevy, “I’ll join in. When is it?”

Hevy could jump for joy at your agreement, but he was still leaning on your workspace. Instead he smiled wide, tattooed cheeks crinkling parallel to the corners of his eyes, letting out a relieving breath, “Tomorrow night, the eve of our first deployment as ARCs. Be at our bunks at 1930…and if you do have any liquor-”

“Hevy-”

“Of course I have liquor,” you interrupt Echo’s chiding with a wink to the heavy gunner, bringing your forefinger up to trace Hevy’s jawline, gliding along the sharp edge, the pad of your fingertip calloused from years of work, and swelling with pride at how his dark eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into your teasing touch. Coming off with a playful tap to the tip of his chin, his eyes snapped open at your sultry chuckle, “See you tomorrow, soldier.”

You turned back to your work, slipping your goggles on a final time, but not before a quick and casual wave over your shoulder, “Later, Echo.”

Echo couldn’t figure out your mood toward Hevy worth a damn. He looked between your aloof manners and Hevy’s moony grin, deciding it just wasn’t worth trying to pick your brain at, partially because he was smart enough not to get involved, but also he wasn’t certain he’d be able to stomach the answer. Catching his brother's eyes, he made a discreet gagging motion to him before fitting his helmet back on and walking out the door, “See you, techie.”

Hevy stayed back a bit longer, continuing to watch you work. He was completely quiet, but his silence was deafening. You breathed out a huff of laughter, the tops of your ears beginning to heat up at his attention, wetting your lips, “Well?”

“Hm? Well what?” he shook himself out of his stupor, blinking back into time at your voice.

“Are you gonna leave now n’ let me work?” You cursed inwardly at your harsh words. You liked Hevy, deep down he was a real sweetheart, but you always found yourself being so coarse to him. Thankfully, he was as much of a hardhead as he was a hothead, and he met your indifferent glare with a devilish grin that made your heart jump doubletime.

“No, I think I’m gonna sit right here and watch your lovely hands make something amazing.”

“Amazing?” you scoff, shaking your head at his compliment, “I’m just fixing up another DC-15A that some cadet broke. You need to head to the med station if you think that’s amazing. We both know the Z-6 rotary is far superior-”

“When you’re done with it, it’ll be the best DC-15A in the GAR,” Hevy interrupted, eyes shifting between your face and your hands, “Everything you do is amazing.”

You stopped what you were doing at the genuinity that filled his praise. He always spoke to you with a hint of truth, a bit of heartfelt sincerity to make his easy way of speaking more personal to you, more interesting. But there was something in his expression, maybe the dreamlike haze filling the depths of his eyes, or the way that his accent rolled off his tongue that had you placing your palms flat on the table before speaking low to him, “Hevy, what are you doing?”

“I thought I was pretty clear,” he shrugged with a sideways grin, still careful of the lean on your table, “I’m watching you. You’ve let me before-”

“I mean with the…” you gestured to his full self, keeping your eyes on your now resting project, “The whole...flirting thing.”

You caught him off-guard. The two of you have been at it for months now, but neither of you had ever said or acknowledged anything about it. It was like a silent pact between the two of you, continue the performance, but don’t mention the game. To suddenly come out of the unsaid arrangement, Hevy felt himself draw back, slowly lifting his weight off the table, “Do you...not like it? I mean I figured that you...you know, you’ve always responded…”

You couldn’t believe it. After always having something to say, being able to trade quips, building a friendship over the shared banter and ripostes, the fearless ARC trooper you’ve seen grow so much these past few months was babbling out broken sentences at a single question.

“I can stop, if you’d like.”

It was that whispered phrase that brought you back into the moment, turning to him with burning cheeks, “I didn’t say that.”

“Well then what do you want?” He took a step into your space, brow set and a jaw flexing as he frustratingly tried to understand your sudden shift, “We’ve been...flirting-” the word left him like he was saying it for the first time, each syllable carefully leaving his lips- “since the day I met you. Mesh’la, if you don’t like it, say something! We’re about to go to work together, travelling the galaxy for a long time-”

“Exactly,” you countered, poking at his chest as you stood defiantly to him, tearing off your goggles and mussing your hair off to the side, “Whatever this is, are we gonna continue it? Continue dancing around each other like some kind of goddamned soap opera where everyone but us gets off on our own self-denial?”

“Self-denial?” Hevy repeats, an incredulous sound leaving his chest as you saw a fire spark behind his stare, “Sweetheart, I’m not denying anything, especially things I haven’t been asked!”

“Alright then, fine!” Somewhere down the conversation, your voices had raised to shouting in the small space, even as you two stood almost nose to nose, and your breath hot on his lips you asked, “Do you like me, trooper?”

“Like you? It was love at first sight when you first told me off,” Hevy couldn’t find it in himself to be embarrassed at his confession, just focusing on fueling the flames between you, “And what about you, techie? How do you feel about me?”

“I think you’re a smartmouthed asshole with a heart of gold and a pretty face- yeah, I like you a whole fucking lot!”

This was ridiculous. You knew it was ridiculous. You could see it in his face too, the two of you breathing heavy, barely a hair’s width away from each other. You’re unsure who started it, later on you two would always claim the other giggled first, but eventually you found yourselves holding onto each other for support as you laughed out the rest of your pointless venom. His arms fit around you perfectly as your hands held strong to his wide shoulders, your laughter filling the room together, the sounds swirling in their melody as everything started to click perfectly into place. Once everything quieted down, your head resting against his chest as his hands ran up and down your back, you exhaled low and steady against him, slowly rocking in his hold, “Plastoid isn’t that comfortable to rest on, huh?”

“You should try wearing it,” Hevy snorted at your comment, leaning over to rest his cheek on the top of your head, “So...what now?”

You hummed, feigning thought before angling your face to brush your lips over the column of his throat, murmuring into his skin, “I wouldn’t be against a kiss.”

Something rich left his throat, the sound deep and thrumming through his chest before one of his hands found its way into your tresses on the back of your head, tugging gently at your hair to guide you to his lips. You couldn’t stop the brief hitch in your breath at the daring move, but you wouldn’t have expected anything less from the brash soldier. At your word he took the lead, slanting over your mouth in a soft motion, breathing you in as easy as air. You followed in confidence, welcoming the boldness with which he kissed you as the same boldness that had him playing the game you both set up. A small noise of satisfaction left you, not just from the perfect pressure from his lips moving so softly against yours, but also from the way his hand gripped so firmly at your waist through your canvas jumpsuit, his other hand still carding so thoughtfully through your hair; it was a sweet little gasp that Hevy swore he’d be replaying in his head for a week. Or at least until he was able to make another sound tumble out of you.

Your hands came up to cup his cheeks, thumbs tracing the edges of his tattoos, pulling him impossibly closer. The payoff of this single kiss was absolutely worth all those months of gentle torture, the teasing touches and glances, discreetly watching his lips when he’d talk and thinking about how he’d feel against your own. Or even how he’d taste. In a stroke of your own audacity, you ran a slow, languid lick of your tongue against his lips, and the growl that came from him made the most delightful of shivers shoot right down your spine.

He had a robust, spicy taste, earthy and rich with a bit of heat that came tickling at your tongue. It wasn’t too surprising- he smelled the same way, smoky and hearty with the biting musk all clones seemed to carry with them. What did surprise you was the honeyed velvet of his own tongue eagerly coming to meet yours as you repeated your action. You could feel his infuriating grin at the helpless whimper that dripped from you at the feeling, and you nipped brazenly at his bottom lip in retaliation.

Before he could respond to your playful attack, the two of you froze as a throat loudy cleared from the entryway of the armory. Hevy almost didn’t pull away from you, a near silent broken whine coming from him (for your ears only) as he came off of your lips with a wet smacking sound. After a quick flex of his fingers, he removed his hands from you just as slowly, your own hands sliding down from his face to clasping behind your back. You both turned to face the bucket of Commander Blitz, arms crossed and stance wide in the doorway. He nodded toward the hall, “You left the door open.”

You cleared your throat, pursing your lips to keep from saying something ridiculous. Hevy clenched his jaw, trying to accomplish the same thing. Blitz’s visor smoothly slid to gaze over you, and you straightened in the mimic of his cadets. “You finally relaxing, techie?”

A short chuckle escaped you, lips twitching up in a coy grin, “I am, Commander.”

He nodded, that same dramatic humming leaving him as he turned then to Hevy, who tensed at full attention to the ARC Commander. “What about you, son. How’s that burn feel?”

“To be perfectly candid, sir,” Hevy, always pushing the limits, turned to shoot you a look with a quick lick of his lips before responding, “Absolutely thrilling.”

Blitz nodded again, taking slow steps into the room, like how Hevy had earlier that day, letting each step echo off the walls until he was about two feet away, “I’m happy for you both, but please. Don’t be stupid. You’re lucky it was me walking by and not one of the longnecks, or the nat-born chief trainers. Close the doors. And do me a favor, wait till you’re both off Kamino for any of the heavier stuff, okay?”

You and Hevy both confirmed the Commander’s request with quick nods and mumbled “Yes sirs,” making him let go a long breath. Uncrossing his arms, he pointed to Hevy, “Trooper, hit the showers. Move it.”

Hevy shot you one last look, if you didn’t know any better you’d say he was bashful, before saluting Blitz, grabbing his helmet and marching out of the armory. You stood straight, still under Blitz’s cold stare from his visor, until he sighed, slapping a companionable hand on your shoulder, “If he steps out of line, I better be the first vod you call. I will kick his ass so hard, he’ll be knocked back to failing the Citadel the first time-”

“At ease, Commander,” you rolled your eyes, you hand coming up to hold onto his, brushing your thumb over his knuckles with a soft breath of laughter, “He didn’t lay a hand on me until I asked him to.”

Blitz squeezed your hand, taking off his own helmet to look at you. He looked a little older than Domino did, cheeks slightly hollowed and eyes a bit deeper set, a bittersweet shine coming over his amber stare, mouth twitching up into a lopsided smile, “I’m gonna miss you, after you go off with those fools.”

“You’ll make great friends with the next techie who comes along. Who knows, maybe they’ll actually listen to you,” you smile back at him, the two of you masking the tears threatening to fall from your lashes. He pulls you in, touching your foreheads together, before giving two more pats to your shoulder.

“And remember,” he pulls off of you, placing his helmet back on and causing his voice to come out in a soft static, “Please, for the love of Jango, don’t-”

“Don’t be stupid,” you salute to him, winking for extra effect, “Aye-aye, ori’vod.”

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cuddlepilefics · 3 years

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Count on me (2)

Fandom: Stray Kids

Little: Jeongin

Caregivers: Stray Kids

Part 1

No one’s POV.:

It was surprising really how quickly Chan had been able to fall asleep with little Innie in his arms. The leader would have expected himself to stay up at least another hour, dwelling on the thought of Jeongin forgetting about his littlespace. Sure, they had all noticed that their youngest didn’t slip into his headspace anymore but they had just assumed he didn’t need it. Now he felt stupid for not asking his dongsaeng why he had stopped slipping. Being the oldest, he was always attentive when it came to the other members, so when Seungmin came to wake Jisung up, Chan woke up too. Still, he pretended to be asleep and only moved his arm a bit to cover the pacifier between Jeongin’s lips. He knew the others wouldn’t go to their schedules if they knew that the maknae had slipped after what felt like an eternity. Sure, they always babied their youngest but it was still different when he was in his headspace. Chan felt a bit selfish for keeping Jeongin to himself while making all the other members go to work but he knew that they couldn’t all miss their schedules and it wouldn’t cause too much suspicion if only the two of them stayed back, besides, now that Jeongin remembered, he’d surely slip more frequently in the future.

Grumbling, Jisung rolled out of bed and made his way over to the other two. Though he was surprised to find Chan in his room, the rapper figured Jeongin had had another of his nightmares and had sought comfort from their leader. Before he could get close enough to the bed to notice anything off though, Seungmin stopped him, whispering: “They’re not going today, hyung. After Innie felt bad yesterday, Chan-hyung texted me that he’d stay back with him and that we shouldn’t wake Innie at any cost.” That did a good job at waking Jisung up. He knew his roommate wasn’t himself lately and especially after him collapsing during practice the previous day, he had hoped the younger would open up but it only seemed like he was doing worse. “Channie-hyung also told me not to worry too much, he’s going to explain everything when we get back. Everything will be okay, yeah? I trust him to take good care of Innie”, Seungmin smiled when he noticed the older’s concerned look. Though not very happy about that answer, Jisung nodded and quietly went to get ready and Chan had to suppress a sigh of relief. He knew he could trust Seungmin and really had to make sure to thank him later.

Chan stayed cuddled up with Jeongin and listened to the commotion outside their room. He didn’t want to go back to sleep right away, afraid that somebody would check on them one last time and would notice the pacifier. As soon as he heard the front door click though and it became quiet, he relaxed and decided a few more hours of sleep couldn’t hurt him either after almost staying awake with the little the whole night. It was already early afternoon when he woke up to someone poking his cheek. Chan sat up, looking sleepy and confused, which earned him a giggle from the little, sitting on his legs. “Good morning, Innie”, the leader smiled, voice low and raspy after sleeping for so long. The younger happily clapped his hands, giggling: “Daddy!” Now that his caregiver was awake, he finally had someone to play with.

Seeing the little already wide awake, Chan had to shake off his sleepy haze rather quick and checking the time, he felt his heart sink. It was almost lunchtime and he hadn’t even fed Jeongin breakfast. “Aww, are you hungry, Sweetie?”, the leader cooed, pinching his dongsaeng’s cheek. The maknae looked at him with big puppy eyes and nodded. Picking the little up and placing him on his hip, Chan chuckled: “Very hungry or does daddy have enough time to cook you pancakes?” – “Pancakes”, Jeongin squealed, bouncing a little in the older’s arms, who struggled to keep them balanced. The leader then got Jeongin settled at the table, so he could color something while Chan prepared their late breakfast. It had been a while since he had the time to really cook something for breakfast. Usually they were too busy and settled for something quick like toast or cereal but today was different. He had promised himself that he’d make today special for Jeongin after he had struggled all alone for so long. Sure, when the maknae came out of his headspace, they’d need to have a talk about going to others for help and not trying to fend for himself but for now, he just wanted the boy to be happy and forget about his worries.

“Innie, look!”, Chan exclaimed, flipping the pancake by throwing it in the air and catching it with the pan again. The little happily clapped his hands and waited for the next pancake to be flipped. Chan felt his heart beat faster when he noticed how impressed the boy looked and started to comment on all his actions like he was on a cooking show, which Jeongin found really entertaining. He soon forgot about his coloring book and gave the older his full attention. The little was so distracted from his rumbling tummy, that it didn’t even seem to take long till his daddy joined him at the table, setting down two plates and putting his coloring book and crayons away. Chan then also got some bananas and strawberries as a topping because he knew the younger loved Nutella on his pancakes but should also eat something remotely healthy. He gave Jeongin a few strawberries to much on, so he’d be occupied till the leader had spread two pancakes with Nutella, topping one with strawberries and the other with banana slices. Then he cut it into bite-sized pieces and lifted one to the little’s pink-stained lips, chuckling: “Oh no, the airplane needs to land.” The younger instantly opened his mouth and allowed the caregiver to feed him. Chan switched between feeding little Innie and eating a few bites himself. By the time they finished their meal, his hands were sticky and so was Jeongin’s face, so before he even considered clearing the table, he carried his dongsaeng to the bathroom to wash up.

Chan had thought the little would go back to coloring while he did the dishes but he soon felt a chin on his shoulder and turned around, facing a pouty Jeongin. “What’s up, cutie? Why do you look so sad?”, he cooed, booping the little’s nose with some foam on his finger. Instead of the lighthearted giggle he had expected, he only got a small smile. Wrapping his arms around the older’s middle and burying his face in his chest, the maknae admitted: “Innie tiwed, wan’ nap but I jus’ got up. Nuh, wan be lazy.” – “Aww, it’s okay, sweets. You’re not lazy, just really run down and that’s nothing to be ashamed of. If you want to take a nap, Daddy will tuck you in, yeah?”, Chan smiled. It had come a bit unexpected because Jeongin had been asleep for a pretty long time but the leader understood that the exhaustion that had accumulated over weeks couldn’t be fixed with a few hours of rest. “Cuddles please?”, the little pouted and Chan was quick to agree: “Sure, just let daddy finish up here and I’ll be all yours. Maybe you want to go and get your paci, plushie and blanket ready and I’ll be there in a second.” Jeongin nodded and shuffled to his room, before coming back out to wash off his paci and to collect Drippy, who had been left on the couch. A small smile spread on his lips when he remembered how the plushie had gotten its name. Hyunjin had bought it for him because Jeongin really loved goldfishes and Jisung used to move it around, pretending it was swimming around the little, and singsong: “Drippy, droppy, drippy, droppy.” To Jeongin ‘Droppy’ sounded too gloomy while ‘Drippy’ sounded cheerier, so he started to refer to the plushie as ‘Drippy’.

Popping the paci between his lips and suckling on it, he sat down on his bed and played with Drippy as he waited for his daddy. He barely noticed the door open and only looked up when he felt the bed dip beside him. With a smile, Chan opened his arms and let the younger cuddle into him while he moved them to lay down. Jeongin gave a content sigh and closed his eyes. After the caregiver had started to draw shapes onto his back, it didn’t take long for the little to doze off. Though he was glad that his dongsaeng was resting now, it hurt the leader to see just how drained his youngest member was. Sure, he knew it was bad when Jeongin almost collapsed but seeing him knocked out only two hours after getting up, was impressive and Chan was glad he had made the right decision and kept the boy at the dorm to rest. What impressed him even more was that the little’s huffed breaths lured him to sleep too. He wasn’t used to sleeping much, so he never really got much sleep even if there’d be enough time to but with Jeongin pressed against him, it somehow worked. Not for long though, at least it didn’t feel long to them when the leader’s phone rang on the nightstand, waking both of them. “Yeah?”, Chan mumbled sleepily, “Mhm. See you in a bit. Maybe gather everyone in the living room, yeah? Okay thanks, bye.” He ended the call and groaned, pressing his face into the pillow till the little started pocking his arm, curious what the call had been about.

Chan sat up and gave Jeongin a tired smile, explaining: “That was Seungmin, the others don’t know that you slipped again yet. You’re okay with telling them, right? We all really missed this side of you, so I’m pretty sure you’ll get lots of affection as soon as they’re back.” – “Minnie-hyung? And- and Minmin-hyung and Binnie-hyung and Jinnie-hyung and Jiji-hyung oh- oh and Lixxie-hyung?”, the younger beamed. “Mhm, all of them, so should we get up and maybe fix our hair, so that they won’t laugh at us too much?”, Chan chuckled, smoothing down a strand of the little’s hair. Jeongin nodded and let the older carry him to the bathroom. When they exited, they could already hear their members talking in the living room. Though they didn’t understand much, the mood seemed dull as the atmosphere was thick with worry. The maknae grew shy as six pairs of eyes were on him all of a sudden and he his face against Chan’s neck, who spoke up with a small smile: “Hey, cheer up guys! Everything’s fine, I promise, our little Innie here has just become a bit of an insomniac lately, being stressed and thinking a lot. That’s also why he collapsed yesterday, he was simply exhausted to the bone. He asked me why he never felt like this when we were about to debut. Turns out, he forgot about his littlespace and that’s why he suddenly stopped slipping. I eased him into his headspace and made sure he’d get the chance to catch up on the hours of sleep he lost. He just woke up from his nap and isn’t used to being little anymore, so he’s a bit shy but everything will be fine.”

The members had broken into massive grins as heavy weights lifted off their chests. They knew that something had been wrong for longer than just a few days but if it could be fixed as easily as having Jeongin regress again, it wasn’t nearly as bad as they had feared. Even after Chan had finished his short speech, the little didn’t dare to look up at the small crowd in their living room. Sure, he knew all of them and he had been happy when he heard they were coming but now, he couldn’t help but feel shy. “Hey there little foxy”, a soft voice spoke right next to him and though hesitant, he looked up at Hyunjin with innocent eyes. The dancer pinched his cheek, drawing a quiet giggle from the boy, who instantly made grabby hands at him. In Hyunjin’s arms, they went around to each of the other members who patiently waited for their turn talking to their youngest, so he wouldn’t overwhelmed. As soon as he had interacted with all of them, he started to feel more comfortable and urged Hyunjin to put him down, before waddling off to get Drippy and proudly introducing the plushie to them as though they had never seen it before. Jisung took the plushie and sang the small tune again, ending by booping Jeongin’s nose with the stuffed toy. The maknae laughed happily, seeming so lighthearted and carefree, before tugging on Felix hand to show him what he had colored the previous night and this morning. There were no words needed for the other seven members to agree that they wouldn’t allow their baby to lose his safe place again because his fake smile was severely lacking the spark now visible in his eyes.

Over the course of the early evening, Jeongin tried to catch up on play time with each of his hyungs, which felt impossible. He could never get enough of playing with them, feeling fuzzier than ever from the amount of affection he received. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling though and he just let himself drift, enjoying not having to worry about a thing except for making sure to spend equally as much time with each of his hyungs. Chan could see some small changes in the little’s behavior but it wasn’t until Seungmin played peek-a-boo with him that Jeongin slipped deeper than ever. At first only Chan and Seungmin noticed because the youngest continued doing what he had done before slipping even younger, which was giggling at every thing his caregivers did. His stomach had started to ache from all the laughing a while ago but he couldn’t care less, they were just too funny. Seungmin gave him a chance to catch his breath and hugged him tight, watching how the younger started to chew on his fingers. At that point, all of them had realized what was going on, so Jisung rushed off to their shared room to get his pacifier. When the rapper returned, Jeongin sat in Changbin’s lap, chewing on the chords of the older’s black hoodie and giggling every once in a while, as Changbin pulled funny faces at him.

It seemed like Jeongin had gone completely none-verbal and only replied with other noises but his caregivers knew him well enough to know exactly what he wanted every time. Though they hadn’t spent time together like this for a long time, it still felt the same, maybe even better because they were much closer now than they had been during the survival show. The little seemed to have missed them as much as they had missed him and kept crawling from one member to another to cash in on all of their affection but as it got late, dinner seemingly forgotten, he settled in Felix’ lap and stayed there. At first the others were confused but when the maknae yawned widely, they chuckled. They really should have figured that he was to tired to constantly move between them. “Aww, sleepy baby?”, the Aussie cooed, patting Jeongin’s head. The younger whined and nodded, which should’ve been Chan’s clue to get him ready for bed but after already skipping one meal of the day due to them being asleep, the leader wouldn’t allow his youngest to skip another. Instead of taking him to his room, he picked Jeongin up from Felix’ lap and swayed him in his arms, humming: “You still need to eat some before going to bed, Innie. What do you want for dinner?” He wasn’t expecting an answer but he also wasn’t expecting the boy to get so frustrated with him for keeping him up.

Hyunjin came over and took him out of Chan’s arms to calm him down again, while Felix mashed up a banana and mixed it with some vanilla yoghurt. Hyunjin calmly sat down at the table with Jeongin in his lap, holding him still, so that Felix could feed him with ease. Since it was only a small meal, Chan used the time to also prepare a bottle for the little and when he walked off to put it on Jeongin’s bedside table, he found Jisung rearranging the pillows and plushies in the maknae’s bed to create a comfy nest for the younger. He gave the rapper a smile, asking: “Hey, is it okay if I stay here tonight? I slept so much better last night than I can remember sleeping in a looong time.” – “Sure, hyung but please don’t turn my alarm off again. I almost had a heart attack when Seungmin woke me before my alarm going off at least three times”, Jisung replied. “As if you’d ever wake up from your alarm”, the leader laughed, causing the younger to join: “Hey, I do wake up from my alarm! I just decide to stay in bed till somebody violently drags me out but I am aware of the time. I wasn’t aware of it this morning.” – “Alright, alright, we’ll all have to get up at the same time tomorrow anyway”, the older chuckled, leaving to check if Jeongin was done eating.

He was done eating but it had been at least as mess as it had been this morning. Not only would Chan have to wash his face, he’d also need to get him a fresh shirt but he could worry about that when he had the younger in the bathroom. The leader didn’t want to get yoghurt on himself too, so he carried Jeongin bridal-style and let him sit on the closed toilet lid. First, he stripped the boy of his soiled shirt, then he ran a washcloth under warm water, cleaning his face and wiping down his chest. The little didn’t open his eyes again after having to close them so Chan could wash his face. He was starting to doze off right there and the leader was just about to pick him up, when Changbin joined them with one of his sweaters. The rapper owned some massive sweaters that gave ‘oversized’ a whole new meaning but Jeongin loved them, always had, so despite having his eyes closed, his lips formed a little smile when his caregiver slipped it over him. When Chan finally picked him up and carried him to bed, he squeezed his eyes shut and nuzzled his face against the oldest’s neck. By the time, they were settled in his bed, with the little’s head resting against the Aussie’s chest, he was barely conscious anymore but still let out a while of protest when Chan took away his paci. When it was replaced with is bottle though, he contently suckled on it, almost finishing half of it when the older noticed his lips slowing and eventually stilling. The leader cooed at the cute boy falling asleep while drinking and put the bottle away, putting the pacifier back between his lips and saying good night to Jisung before they followed Jeongin to dreamland.

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Over Again || r.c

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: being best friends with sarah cameron has it’s perks, her brother is the cherry on top [the usual cliche]

**is bathroom sex low risk? idk**

note: you can thank @diverdcwn and @afterglows7b-tch13 for there being smut in this :) enjoy + please let me know what you think about this!

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gif by @ptersparkers ♡

"Sarah, be careful," You shouted at your best friend, cringing while you watched the blonde carefully step over live wires to retrieve the stuffed animal stuck in a boat for a little girl. Everyone around you paused to watch the commotion, Rose was walking away in annoyance, muttering profanities under her breath and you spotted the troubled trio watching her intently from across the lawn.

Topper was almost jumping out of his skin, his eyes widening at his girlfriend’s actions. Kelce stood beside him, ceasing his conversation to pay attention to her. And the third and final member had a intense and displeased look on his face, but Rafe wasn't staring at his sister. His gaze was glued to you and you stared back at him, feeling yourself getting hotter under the burning sun. Your attention was snapped to Sarah when the sound of her scream echoed around the river.

Jumping from the spot on the grass that you were sitting on, you rolled your eyes when she started to laugh, mocking your expression. "Idiot," you muttered under your breath, bending down to grab your beach bag to drape it over your shoulder.

"Leaving so soon?" His drawn out voice sent shivers down your spine, his palm rested on your lower back as his chest pressed into your back. He must have rushed over to you in a sweat.

You turned around to face him, your eyes narrowing slightly at the smug smile stretching across his lips. "I have plans." You retorted, starting to walk away from the crowd gathering around Sarah. You knew that Topper would look after her at this point.

"Well, cancel them," Rafe suggested, jogging to catch up with you.

"Doesn't work like that," You scoffed, walking towards your car that was parked by the Cameron's mansion. You went to open the door but Rafe's larger hand closed it just as quick. He placed his hands on your waist, turning you to look at him and he trapped you between his body and your car. "Rafe, we talked about this. It was a one time thing."

"It was fun though, wasn't it?" He smirked, leaning down and placing his lips along your jaw. Your eyes fluttered shut, your heart hammering against your chest but before you lost yourself under his spell, you placed your hands on his chest and pushed him away.

"We both agreed it would be a one time thing, we were drunk." You couldn't help but feel embarrassed about the night you spent with your best friend's brother. You had known him your whole life, and despite being closer to his age than Sarah's, you still felt extremely guilty over it. Especially because you haven't told her yet.

Rafe raised up the cup he held firmly in his hand, one you didn't notice before. "I'm nearly drunk now."

"Rafe, it's barely even midday."

You looked up at the taller boy, noticing how soft his skin looked but his eyes were near hallow. The once endearing icy blue orbs were replaced by empty, dull ones. His hair was perfectly gelled back with his sunglasses resting on top of his head. His pink and blue striped shirt clashed against the pink shorts you decided to wear today. If a stranger spotted him, he'd look so put together but you knew him better than that. There was something deeper going on.

"What ya staring at?" Rafe smirked, leaning down attempting to press his lips against yours but you turned your head, making him capture your cheek. "Well, that's just rude." He chuckled, sighing and pulling away completely.

This allowed you to open the car door and create a barrier between you. "You know I'm always here if you want to talk, Ray." You were being sincere, knowing that he didn’t have much trust in other people.

"And you know I'm always here if you want to fuck, Y/N/N."

Rolling your eyes, you couldn't help your own smile that lifted onto your face. "You're impossible."

"And you're gorgeous."

"Goodbye, Rafe." You sang, hopping into your car and slamming the door shut. You looked at him, watching him signal you to put the window down. "What now?" You asked, resting your elbow on the ledge of the turned down window.

"Do you have a date to Midsummers?" He asked, his stare soft and gentle for once.

You laughed, shaking your head. "You know I don't bring dates to that, they'd have to answer to my father," you tried to play it off as a joke, but deep down, it annoyed you that you couldn't choose who to bring the Kook event of the year. Your father needed a by to by on their life history, in fear of destroying the family name.

"I get along well with your dad," Rafe hinted, he walked closer to the car, his arm leaning against the top of your door and his forehead resting against it, "Let me take you."

Your heart clenched in your chest, watching his face disappearing of any hint of that cockiness he was used to sporting. He looked vulnerable in that moment, the fear of rejection evident. He has asked you out multiple times before but to ask you to Midsummer's was something new. Something you weren't expecting.

"I'll think about it."

The beam in his eyes made your heart soar, and you waved at him, flicking your sunglasses over your eyes and start to pull away from him. "I'm wearing baby blue!" He yelled after the car, and you laughed waving your hand out the window to tell him you heard that.

The day of Midsummers finally arrived. There was no denying that Rafe Cameron occupied your thoughts over the last few nights; he hadn’t tried contacting you and you had been keeping a low profile on the island so was void of any chance of seeing him around. It didn’t bother you that he didn’t call, he never did before. But you couldn’t hide the excitement that was bubbling in your stomach knowing that in less than two hours you were going to see him again, despite turning him down multiple times. You enjoyed the games that he played, you liked making him work for you and you knew that he liked it just as much.

“You look beautiful, princess.” Your father’s voice broke through your thought process, you eyes staring at yourself in the floor length mirror that you had in your bedroom. The champagne pink dress hugged your figure, swooping out at your ankles to show off the heels you bought the day before. You styled your hair simple, clipping in small decorations to hide any bumps or frazzled pieces.

“Thanks, dad.” You followed him down the stairs, meeting with the rest of your family. The annual pictures were taken, and you eventually found yourself walking through the Island club. The smile that was plastered over you face was genuine as you greeted family friends all dressed up to the nines, the finest champagne in their flutes that they would sip on all night. You didn’t have anything against anyone here, but your mind was solemnly sought on finding the dirty blonde that has been driving your mind crazy.

The sun was slowly setting, the evening ambiance glowing around the club’s rather large patio. “Y/N!” You heard Sarah’s voice over the live band, watching her stalk away from Topper who was protesting, but shortly gave up when he knew he lost whatever argument they were having now. “You look gorgeous!” She grinned, taking your wine glass out of your hand and carefully took a big gulp, making sure there were no adult figures looking in your direction.

“As you do, m’darling. Where were you yesterday?” You questioned, watching the blush rise on her cheeks. “Is that what Topper is getting all heated over?”

“It-it’s nothing, honestly.” Your best friend sighed, taking another drink causing you to roll your eyes.

“Keep that one, I’ll get another.” You said, defeated as she finished the drink.

Sarah swayed to the music, walking towards the dance floor before turning back to you. “My brother was looking for you by the way.” Your ears perked up at that, following her and popping along to the music. “You didn’t tell me he asked to take you tonight.”

“What? He told you?”

“He did, surprisingly.” Sarah hummed, taking your hands in hers and spinning you around playfully. “Why didn’t you accept?”

“Tell me where you were yesterday.” You played, raising an eyebrow of curiosity in her direction. Her smile faltered and she narrowed her stare at you before giving up, shaking her head. You laughed at her before bidding her goodbye to find a replacement drink.

You sauntered through the party, smiling at other guests but you didn’t stop to have any meaningless conversation. You found yourself walking inside, finding somewhere a bit more quieter. Hearing the commotion outside, you relaxed on a plush that was situated outside the restrooms. You closed your eyes, relaxing your tense shoulders. “Someone had a bit much to drink already.”

The sound of his voice caused a smile to automatically appear on your face before you even opened your eyes, and when you did, you were blessed with the sight of him in a tight fitting baby blue suit, like he said. His bow tie was crooked, and there was a line of sweat on his forehead, you didn’t even want to know what he had gotten himself into at this point. You were used to Rafe and his ability to get into a fight with anyone and anything, after knowing him for so many years you just accepted it.

“N’really,” you smirked, standing up on your heels, watching Rafe’s eyes dance along your body. It brought a sense of confidence out in you, the way his eyes did a second look then a third, before his tongue darted out and licked his bottom lip in anticipation. “I was too busy looking for you.”

“Yeah, me?” Rafe smirked,raising his brow and taking a step closer to you. “You wouldn’t even wait for me to walk in together.”

“That’s what couples do, we’re not a couple.”

Rafe closed the neverending gap between your bodies, his fingers brushing your bare shoulder and he slowly dragged his fingertips across your collarbone and up to your jaw. He watched you bite your bottom lip, his cock twitching at the sight of you there. “But we’re real good together.” He whispered, his lips ghosting over yours, his breath fawning across your face. “Plus, I love those heels.” He hummed, noticing the baby blue latch keeping them on your feet. “Very couple like.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, letting him seduce your body with just his lips and fingers. You hated how you gave into him so easily, but he had you trapped under this spell that you weren’t sure you ever wanted to escape from. Your mind wandered to the previous night that you shared together, your stomach erupting in butterflies that were reproducing rapidly. “Fuck me,” You whispered, opening your eyes and seeing the smug look on his face.

“Here?” He asked, glancing around the empty corridor.

Nodding eagerly, you eventually closed the aching gap, crashing your lips against his. He didn’t miss a beat, his hand cupping your jaw and moving his lips along with yours. It was intense, eager and sexually fueled. Rafe hoisted you up on his hips, groaning when your legs wrapped around his waist and he began walking in the direction men’s bathroom. He pulled away from you, placing you on the sink counter. You scanned the room, noting no one was here and Rafe immediately locked the entrance before connecting your lips together again.

Your hands fleeted through his gelled hair, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of it and pulling him closer. His own hands bunched your dress up at your hips, knowing this is going to have to be quick but he was going to enjoy every minute of it. You kissed down his jaw, your lips finding their way to his neck as you nibbled and sucked on one spot causing his moan to echo around the restroom. Your hands started to fiddle with his belt buckle, longing to release some of the built up energy.

You dropped his slacks to the floor, lifting yourself up slightly to allow Rafe to pull your panties down to your ankles. Rafe whimpered when your hand pulled his already hard cock out of his boxers, pumping your hand up and down his length. You ran your finger over the tip, smudging the pre-cum he released. “Ugh, fuck.” He breathed out, pulling back from you to place his lips against yours. He hoisted you closer to him, having you at the edge of the counter and he lined himself up at your glistening core.

“I don’t have a condom,” Rafe mumbled against your lips.

“It’s okay.”

“You sure?” He asked, pulling back and looking you in the eye. The eye contact was intense, as if there was an unspoken bond between you. It made you gulp back a lump forming in your throat, and you only nodded, not trusting your voice. Rafe crashed his lips to yours again, and you gasped as you felt him enter you. As the shock dispersed, you moaned in pleasure, your head falling back. You left hand gripped the edge of the counter, your right hand slowly finding its way to Rafe’s shoulder.

He thrusted in and out of you at a painfully slow pace, watching your chest rise and fall. “Oh, my god, Rafe, fuck me like last time.” You breathed out, the smirk grew on his face as his pace got faster, each thrust became harder and you were riding on cloud nine again. You were losing yourself in the moment; your heavy breaths, Rafe’s moaning, and your bodies smashing together were the sounds bouncing off the restroom’s walls.

“Oh, shit, babygirl,” Rafe groaned, his thrusts becoming messy as he rested his forehead on your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around his body, bringing him closer. Your legs circled around his waist and he hoisted you up off the counter, shuffling along the floor to fuck you up against the wall.

The sound of the door attempting to open caused Rafe to stop mid thrust, pulling away from you and eying the door. His eyes were ride, amusement swirling in his orbs as he placed a finger on your lips for you to be quiet. You tried to muffle the giggles that were threatening to escape, causing your stomach to tremble. You heard muffled voices outside the door, but Rafe turned his attention back solemnly to you, his thrusts starting up again.

“Rafe-” You gasped, but he just placed his lips onto yours again, finding the perfect rhythm to bring you to your climax. The thought of someone walking in on you and catching you here with the Kook Prince excited you, allowing you to release even faster than the previous night. Your moans echoed, and you watched Rafe fuck you fast, his eyes were a deep blue now, the lust filling them.

“You’re such a good girl cumming on me, baby.” He hummed, bringing his face closer to you and hiding his face again.

“Nu-uh,” You protested, reaching for his throat and pulling him back so you could watch him cum inside you.

“You like that, baby?” Rafe mumbled, making you nod. You wrapped your fingers around his throat, watching his eyes screwed shut as you tighten your grasp. His pace picked up, he held you close and smashed himself into you, your body banging against the wall. He groaned loudly, opening his eyes to connect with yours, his mouth gaping slightly. You could feel the twitching of his cock inside you, and he exhaled. The sweat was beading on his forehead, but he still looked as handsome as ever.

Rafe let out down gentle, pulling his boxers and slacks up before going to get some toilet paper to let you clean yourself. He turned his back towards you, giving you an ounce of privacy and you bit your lip, not expecting such a gesture. “Thank you,” You mumbled, your voice soft and fragile. He hummed in response, and you told him he could turn around once you were happy with your appearance.

You were shocked when he walked back over to you, brushing some of your hair out of your face and placing a soft kiss on your lips. You smiled up at him, reaching to fix his bow tie and patting his shoulders gently. “All good now.”

He reached down to grasp your hand, pulling you behind him as he unlocked the door and scoped out the corridor before deeming it to be safe. Rafe looked over his shoulder, smirking at you and you let out a chuckle, shaking your head. When you returned to the party, the music was still playing and the dance floor was crowded with guests. Rafe handed you a glass of wine, grabbing one for himself and clicked your glasses together.

“You ready to get shitfaced?”

I’m just a sucker for my Rafe rn, honestly!

these are also literally just my fantasies oops

#rafe cameron #outer banks #obx #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe camerona x y/n #rafe cameron smut #smut #obx smut #the outer banks #outerbanks #outer banks imagine #outer banks fanfic #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey x y/n

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atiny-dazzlinglight · 4 years

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Helping Hands

Paring: OT8 with a Wooyoung focus

Word count:5.5k

Category: It’s smut

Summary: It was a rare rest period in their busy schedules. The boys all took advantage of it and spent days doing the things they like and enjoy. So when everyone decided to go out one day, Wooyoung tried to relax from all the promotions with pleasure. It was going well until he opened his eyes to see San and Yunho. He wouldn’t have cared that much if there wasn’t a vibrator up his ass; pushing right on his prostate.

I post on AO3 too

Taglist: @atiny-piratequeen @angel0taiyo @d0uble0hd0nut ( I’ll add more at a later time)

“ Woo-ya, are you sure you wanna stay in the dorm?” White hair peeked out from behind the door before Hongjoong’s face was revealed. He stayed in the doorway as he put his jacket on.

Wooyoung sat up from his bunk before walking over to his leader; a sincere smile on his face.

“ Yeah, I’m just going to rest today. I was out all day yesterday, so now I wanna sleep in.” Wooyoung answered before leaning in to give a peck on his lips that the elder returned.

“ Well, call one of us if you need anything because I don’t know how long we’ll be out.”

His concerns with all of the members are what make them all love him.

“Okay hyung, now go enjoy your day off.” He gave him one last kiss before Hongjoong bid farewell and left, leaving him the only one in the dorm. Wooyoung stepped outside his and Yeosang’s room to check the other rooms and the common areas. Not a soul was around.

Perfect.

Wooyoung rushed back to his bunk and pulled the corner up to reveal a black bag; hastily dumping the contents on the bed.

A new bottle of lube and silver-colored vibrator.

A part of him knew that he shouldn’t pleasure himself like this when his hyungs and JongHo were away. With everyone always willing to experiment, we all used toys to spice up our relationship. But the catch is that we never used toys for masturbation unless it’s mutual.

Every sinful toy we own is placed in a box by Seonghwa and in stays in Seonghwa and Hongjoong’s room. If you so much as breathe on it, Seonghwa can tell and would be quick to interrogate. Even down to the sex toys, everything was properly cleaned and placed in the box in his usual tidy way.

That’s why him purchasing his own for himself would cause even more of a problem if he’s caught.

He didn’t want to burden his boyfriends on their days off because he felt like they all deserved to relax, especially after MAMA.

So he purchased the toy over their last break and kept it hidden until now.

Anxiously, he pulled his grey sweats down with his boxers. He already prepped himself in the shower he took not long ago, so he wouldn’t have to waste time. He uncapped the bottle onto his fingers and poured a generous amount. He positioned his body on his hands and knees; reaching his arm behind him to rub the ring of his ass before pushing a finger inside.

His breathing was shaky as he pumped himself before adding another, groaning at the stretch. He stretched himself until there were three fingers inside before pulling out with a sigh.

Pouring lube onto the vibrator, he pressed the cool toy at his hole until his muscles gave way and the toy sunk slowly inside. He had to bite his lip to stop the sounds from leaving his throat. He started to weakly thrust the toy inside him, enjoying the slow burn to his ass.

He arched his back into the feeling, his thrust growing stronger as he adjusted his hand to turn the toy on; a buzzing sound is heard from behind him.

“ Oh god…” Wooyoung breathed out. He began to twist his wrist at a moderate pace, all discomfort left and was replaced with the pleasure that he’s been needing for a while.

He kept missing his prostate, not wanting to make himself cum too fast so, like the tease he was, he strategically probed around it.

His mind started to wander as he thought about his other lovers. From having Yeosang underneath him, panting and begging for more until he fills him to brim with his cum to having Seonghwa pound him into the bed until he’s cross-eyed.

“ Hyungs…” He switched the vibrations two times higher and his voice went up a notch. Another reason for him wanting to be alone since he was already known for being loud and in all aspects.

The vibrator buzzed stronger and it drew closer to the spot he purposely avoided. He mentally argued with himself to see if he should get this over with or not. He doesn’t know how much time has gone by and he doesn’t know how long everyone will be gone for.

He decided he couldn’t waste any more time. He turned the up the dial once more and pressed the tip directly into his prostate and a scream nearly left his throat.

“ Oh god yes!” Wooyoung threw his hips back into the toy as his hand pressed it deeper inside him. Every time he pushed the toy inside, it would jab his prostate deliciously; drawing out beautiful moans that have gotten so loud that he couldn’t hear the main door open. His mind was completely empty besides the climax that he was trying to reach.

“ So close, so close!” Wooyoung dared to even turn the damned thing up, even more, drool slipping out of his mouth and hitting the sheets of his comforter. With his head facing the wall, he didn’t see nor hear the door of his room open and someone walk towards him.

He was so close to cumming right before a hand stopped his actions, denying his chance of release.

“ Woo-ya~, when did you get something like this?”

It was then that the pleasure cleared his brain and he realized that he was no longer alone. He turned his head to the side slowly to see the evil glint in San’s cat eyes and from across the room was a playful looking Yunho.

“ I never seen this toy before. Hyung, have you seen this?” San asked he bored his eyes into the younger, fully pulling the toy out of him. A whine leaving his throat by accident, making San’s lips curl up.

“ I haven’t seen that one before. Woo must have bought this for himself behind our backs. Am I right Woo-ya?”

San tugged Wooyoung up off the bed, the hoodie he was wearing covering his still prominent bulge as he tried to cover it with his hands. “ I didn’t want to bother you all since we were having a rest period. I didn’t want to bother you with my horniness.” The lilac haired boy explained as he looked between the both of them with pleading eyes. “ We can keep this between ourselves right?” Woo pressed his lips against his neck, trying his best to seduce himself out of trouble.

San gave this giddy laugh from the action before an arm came from behind and grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck, making the boy whine as his neck was pulled back uncomfortably.

“ Oh, my sweet little Wooyoungie. Even if I wanted to let you go, it’s too late for that. Yunho-hyung took a picture of you when you were enjoying yourself and sent it to the group chat with everyone else. You’re in trouble now.” He could hear the grin on his lips as Yunho walked over to show the short video he secretly took of himself moving back onto the toy, moaning loud and proud.

Wooyoung can feel the color leave his face as they both looked down at him.

“ It’s okay baby. You were a bit horny and you just wanted some release. But you do understand that it’s gonna be a hell of a time to get there now since you did what you did.” Yunho caressed the side of his face before he got a call on his phone. He stood up and quickly answered it.

“ Yes hyung?”

The younger knew this was bad. It’s either Seonghwa or Hongjoong on the phone and neither one of them was a good thing to hear. He was in a world of punishment now.

“ Okay hyung, I’ll do that until everyone gets here. See you soon.” He hung up before looking back at Woo. “ You’re in deep trouble Woo. I hope it was worth it.”

Yunho looked up at San, “ Bring him to the living room, while I go get a few things that they want me to get.”

“ Okay~” San released his hair as he pulled him up by his arm and pulled him into the common space. Yunho went in the opposite direction, entering Hongjoong and Seonghwa’s shared room.

“ I must admit Woo-ya,” The lilac-haired boy turned his head to meet his older lover, the white patch on his head drawing his attention before looking back into his cat-like gaze, “ It took everything in me to not pull the toy out from inside of you and pound into you myself. I was really considering it.” His lips ghosted against the column of his neck, making the younger let out a low groan. He playfully bit a spot on his neck, making him whine.

“ If it was just me that found you, then I would have let you slide, but since it wasn’t…” He traveled up and brought his mouth to his, pressing a searing kiss that swallowed any other sounds from him. Hands tangled in his hair as they fell onto the couch together, teeth slightly clanking from the impact, but it didn’t stop them.

San ground his clothed erection into Wooyoung’s and the latter arched his back into him as his hands wrapped around his shoulder. They wouldn’t have pulled apart so soon if it wasn’t for Yunho clearing his throat.

“ I can’t leave you guys alone for one minute, can I?” Yunho joked as San detached his lips from him, the boy underneath him panting hard.

“ Your resolve isn’t that strong either.” San rebuked as he pulled himself off of Wooyoung and stood next to the older.

Woo looked over at his hyung’s hands and noticed what he brought back. His eyes went wide as they quickly went back to look at his face. “ He told you to get those?”

He lifted the cock ring and a black vibrator that he knew too well. �� I was told to use these on you until everyone else gets back.” He gave a warm smile that didn’t reach his eyes as he stalked over towards him, making him feel smaller than he usually does with their size difference. But in this type of situation, he just felt intimidated.

“ Lift the front of your hoodie.”

He wasn’t asking him. He was ordering him around and his cock jumped a bit at the change of tone.

He lifted the front like he was told as he watched the older bend down in front of him, securing the cock ring around him snugly. “ Bend over on the couch and put your arms behind your back.” San physically shivered at his tone since Yunho isn’t always such a serious dom, but when he did, it was a sight to see.

Wooyoung turned around on his stomach, his face pressed against the cushion and slowly putting his arms behind him. Yunho reaches for his wrist as Wooyoung could feel the cold metal of the cuffs on his wrist.

“ You prepped yourself well, so this can slide right in.” Yunho pulled his hoodie up to his back, he spread his ass before spitting on his hole and grabbing the vibrator, slowly pressing it inside, still not wanting to hurt him despite his earlier ministrations.

Once it was fully seated, he rubbed his lower back gently. Woo could feel the toy pressed right against his prostate too, making him groan whenever his muscles flexed around it.

Yunho sat him up and moved him slowly to the floor until his legs were folded underneath him. Yunho leveled with him before he slowly brought his lips to his younger lover. Wooyoung kissed him back as he felt his large hand travel down to caress his back before making its way to the vibrator and quickly turning it on to its max.

Wooyoung’s body jolted upwards and a moan left his throat. He stared up at Yunho’s eyes, watching him pull up from his spot and standing beside San.

“ Now, you’ll have to sit there like that until everyone comes back. Just enjoy yourself a bit since that toy is the one known for hitting everyone’s prostate so good. You wanted pleasure and now you got it.” He gave a tight-lipped smile before looking at San, “ And while we wait for everyone else to get back, do you mind helping your hyung out for a bit?”

Yunho pulled San flushed against his body, the latter feeling the hard-on that’s fighting to leave his jeans as well. San looked over at Wooyoung, who looked absolutely beautiful with him trying to stop any loud moans, pleading to not leave him alone. “ Sorry Wooyoung, but I’m gonna listen to hyung this time.” He gave the boy a sympathetic look as Yunho dragged him out, ignoring the tiny whine that left the poor boy as he was now alone until everyone came back.

It took everyone a half an hour or so to come back home, no one was rather far away. Most of them waited for the others to arrive, so they all could walk inside together. After Mingi and Jongho came back, at last, they all headed up to their apartment together. Once Seonghwa unlocked the door, everyone could hear the loud whines from inside.

“ Well, he sounds needy now doesn’t he?” Mingi joked as they all piled inside, walking towards the living room to witness the pitiful form of Wooyoung.

The boy had tears down his supple cheeks, his body shook slightly from the dry orgasms he received from the still buzzing toy. Precum was completely oozing out of his cock that was aching painful hard.

“ Hyungs please…” His voice sounded so small and weak at this point.

Yunho and San came back into the room after hearing everyone else enter; San basically clinging onto the giant of a man as they walked side by side. A satisfied glint in his eyes as they got closer to them, entitling something more had happened.

“ How many dry orgasms did he have?” Seonghwa asked without tearing his eyes from the sight of Wooyoung, who was wiggling on the floor to try and adjust the toy from targeting his prostate.

“ From what we heard, he had about three of them,” Yunho answered as he went over to look at the boy.

“ Sit him up.” Hongjoong waved at Mingi and the peach haired boy walked around to sit Wooyoung back up, his legs folded under him again. His head was tilted down so Mingi used his hand to make him lock eyes with their leader.

“ You stayed home so you could break rules?” His white-haired lover asked in a tone that sounded nothing but disappointed, “ You went off and bought yourself your own personal toy to use on yourself and not tell anyone? How long did you think it was gonna take for us to notice?” Hongjoong squatted in front of him, watching him try to fight off another dry orgasm.

“ I- I didn’t want to bother anyone…” a moan interrupted his speaking before he controlled himself once more, “...everyone was relaxing and resting...so I didn’t want to burden anyone.” Wooyoung managed to finish as the toy hit his prostate once more, throwing his head back against Mingi’s shoulder.

“ So you bought a new toy for yourself?” Seonghwa interrupted as he stepped forward. “ Even if you didn’t want to burden us, that doesn’t explain the toy that you went out and bought. What a selfish slut.”

Seonghwa peered down at him with eyes that made him feel utterly small. But then, he had the nerve to make his sweet words clash with the intensity of his eyes.

“ But you know what, it’s okay. You want pleasure, then that’s what you’ll get baby boy.”

Seonghwa pulled him up onto shaky legs by the front of his hoodie for a very demanding kiss. Mind completely hazed with desire so all he could do was stand there helpless as his wrist was still bound behind his back.

Seonghwa forced his tongue inside his mouth, sending the sensation straight to his cock, pre-cum just oozing out of the heated tip.

So lost in the skillful lips of his hyung, he almost ignored the new pair of hands that removed said cuffs and were now rubbing circles on his thighs before trailing down to his supple ass. Wooyoung lips fell from Seonghwa as he turned around to see Mingi behind him still.

“ You could have asked me to help you if you were so needy.” He said as he pulled his own erection out his pants before reaching for the toy and pulling it out swiftly.

“ Ah!~” Wooyoung’s muscles clenched, wishing that the emptiness inside would disappear. It made his knees buckle as he fell to the floor, on his knees in front of Seonghwa.

Woo could feel Mingi grind his hips into him, controlling himself until he gets the word from either Hongjoong or Seonghwa.

“ Baby, you want us to help you out? Do you want to lose yourself to pleasure like you wanted?” Seonghwa teases, living for the power he had on Wooyoung’s body.

“ Please! I can’t take it much longer.” His begging made him sound pitiful and you could hear audible low groans at how subby he sounds.

Seonghwa walks over to the couch, signaling Hongjoong to sit beside him as well.

“ Wreck him.”

Without missing a beat, Mingi pushed Wooyoung’s torso down, keeping his hips in place to thrust inside him in one clean stroke. The boy nearly screamed but he was in no pain. No, he was happy to finally have something inside him that wasn’t a toy.

Mingi’s hands went to grab his waist before picking up a rhythm of strong, deep strokes. The tip of him pounding into his prostate with a different force than the previous toys couldn’t muster at all, failing in comparison.

Lost in the sensation happening to his backside, he nearly missed the conversation going on.

“ Mingi-ya lay on your back and have him on top of you. I wanna ride Wooyoungie.” San said as he quickly stripped and threw his clothes elsewhere, cat eyes staring down at him as his prey, ready to pounce down and devour.

Mingo opted to listen and pulled Wooyoung’s wrist as he leaned back until his back hit the floor, the new position impaling Wooyoung even more into his cock.

San grabbed the lube that was conveniently left by Yunho since he knew what would happen later on to Woo. He poured an ample amount onto Wooyoung’s aching cock, giving a few strokes before hovering over his body.

“ Sanie please~ I can’t have you ride me at the same time right now.” The boy begged as he watched his best friend smirk down at him while his hand steadied the base of his cock.

“ You said you wanted pleasure right? So hyungs gonna give you the most pleasure you ever received. You should be thankful.” And with that, San’s muscles gave way and he full sated himself down on Wooyoung’s cock, twitching uncontrollably from the feeling of being inside of San’s tightness.

“Oh god Sanie…” The groan that left his throat was downright slutty as he felt his whole world tip over.

“ It’s been a while since you’ve been inside me Woo-ya.” He did an experimental roll, a groan leaving them both, “ I won’t go easy on you.”

San started to rotate his hips on Wooyoung as Mingi used his strength to thrust up into him as well. Whenever Mingi pulled out a bit, San was there to catch him off guard with a squeeze that made its way to his throat with a choked sob.

“ Sanie you can do better than that now,” Hongjoong said from his left. The boy looks over to see him with his shirt and pants gone and a needy Yeosang between his legs sucking him off noisily.

Beside him, Seonghwa had both Yunho and Jongho, attacking his cock with kisses, licks and nips once or twice. When Yunho went to swallow his length, Jongho scooted down to drag his tongue on his balls; drool sliding down to his hole that Jongho boldly decided to press a finger inside.

Seonghwa hissed at the suddenness but gave no sign to tell him to stop. “ He wanted to be pleasured, so treat him right.” Seonghwa huffed as he threw his head back when his tip hit the back of Yunho’s throat, the chocolate haired boy demanding his attention back on him.

With a lighthearted laugh despite his current situation as he adjusted his legs on the sides of Wooyoung and Mingi, pressing his hands on the center of Woo’s chest before slamming his hips down; ultimately pressing Mingi deeper inside of Wooyoung due to the force that San used.

Both Mingi and Wooyoung moaned in unison as San took over the pace of the three, proving to be the demanding power bottom that he was.

“ Sanie! Sanie!” Chanting his name like a prayer, Woo’s head was thrown back in ecstasy; stomach growing tight as he felt another dry orgasm coming on as Mingi kept slamming into his prostate and San’s wall clenching tight as he drives into him.

Despite the control San has over them, he was still a whiny mess as he rode the purpled haired younger beneath him. He loved every second of watching his best friend come undone due to his antics. His hair matted on his forehead from sweat, drool starting to leave his puffy lips from previous kisses and lip biting, but the hazy look in his eyes that watched him with sin is what took him down.

Without a another word, San throws his head back with a loud moan as cum streamlined onto Wooyoung’s chest; his insides convulsing around him is what sent Wooyoung into another dry orgasm and like a chain reaction, milked Mingi of his seed with a deep groan as he filled him.

Catching his breath, San raised his hips slowly as he dismounted himself from the pile. Mingi raising his and Woo’s bodies, lifting the younger carefully to pull his softening cock out of him.

Still wrecked but needy, Wooyoung got up on shaky knees to see that while he was struggling to get up, Yeosang had positioned himself in front of him, cock in hand.

“ I hope you don’t think it’s over yet Woo-ya. You still got hyungs to please.” He delicately traces his swollen lips with his fingers before trailing up to his hair and pulling tightly at the strands, earning Yeosang a whine. “ Open up.”

Complying, Woo’s mouth slacked open and Yeosang didn’t hesitate to stuff his mouth. Wooyoung did his best to please him in his drunken state; loving the taste of Yeosang on his tongue. A taste he described as none other than Yeosangie’s own unique flavor. It was easy for that taste alone to spark a new desire to please.

So lost in Yeosang’s taste, he didn’t feel Jongho position himself at his entrance and thrusting inside with no difficulty, shocking Wooyoung at the suddenness. Trying to pull his mouth off to say something, he was quickly stopped as Yeosang decided to stuff himself deeper down his throat, almost making him gag.

“ Did I say you can pull off of me, slut?” Yeosang had a thing for belittling him and it only went straight to his cock, twitching against the cock ring.

With his hair in Yeosang’s hand and his waist in Jongho’s powerful grip, he was fucked into and belittled for who knows how long.

On the couch, Joong was making out with Seonghwa as Yunho trailed kisses up and down his neck. Pulling away from Joong, he tapped Yunho to stop.

“ You two can have fun. I will save myself into punishing our misbehaving baby.” Seonghwa told them before looking back at Joong again, “ Treat Yunho good for punishing Woo-ya until we got back.”

Joong was all but happy to comply as he crawled over, pushing Yunho’s back onto the couch. Seonghwa stood up and threw the bottle of lube to them as Yunho caught it in his hand. He passed it Hongjoong as he stared up at his leader with heated eyes as he watched him pour lube onto his cock and reaching behind him to cover his hole and quickly prep himself.

“ You did a good job at punishing Woo-ya when we weren’t here, so hyung will treat you good,” Hongjoong smirked down at him as he eased down onto Yunho’s thick length as the brown-haired boy sighed.

“ Hyung, you feel so good.” Yunho moaned as Joong raised his hips up and down his length at a moderate pace.

Seonghwa went back to the main show at hand to see how sloppy both Yeosang and Jongho’s thrust were getting. He witnessed Wooyoung’s jaw slack wide and open to let his usual shy hyung fuck his throat with no remorse. The maknae has knitted brows as he stared down, watching his cock disappear inside of Wooyoung’s hole and his ass jiggle with each thrust.

“ Hyung, your still so tight after getting fucked by Mingi-hyung. You feel so good.” Jongho panted out as you could hear Woo weakly moan around Yeosang cock that twitched against his tongue.

“ I’m gonna cum down your throat Wooyoungie. Take every drop okay?” Yeosang was just as worked up as Jongho. Wooyoung looked up at him, staring deep into Yeosang’s eyes as he managed to hollow his cheeks. Keeping eye contact with each other the whole time, Yeosang came down his throat and watched his friend of 5 years swallow it all down with no hesitation and resistance.

Pulling himself out of Woo’s mouth, the boy turned around to speak in a shaky voice. “ Jongho, cum inside me! Cum deep in your hyung okay?”

He was needy; desperate to please as he used his hands to support himself and thrust back into the youngest and clench around him, making Jongho’s nails dig into his hips.

“ Hyung wait!” He choked out, trying to pace himself so he wouldn’t cum but Wooyoung didn’t have any of it.

“ It’s okay, you did well. Treat hyung to that cum of yours. Fill me up.” Woo moaned as he made him hit his prostate once more, despite it being sensitive.

Making his hips come to a halt, Jongho gave in and added more cum inside of him. Wooyoung didn’t move as he waited for the younger to finish before moving his hips forward and sliding the maknae out of him.

Both him and Yeosang joined the pile on the floor with San and Mingi, who was cuddling in their post-orgasms haze. Seonghwa walked over to Wooyoung and knelt down beside him.

“ You’re doing so good Woo-ya,” he praised and he could see how happy it made the boy, “ Hyung will reward you for taking everyone so well.”

He lifted the boy up and placed him in the same position that Hongjoong was currently in ( which was beneath Yunho with his legs on his shoulders)

Seonghwa gently eased himself into Wooyoung’s puckered hole and they both let out a sigh.

It didn’t take long for Seonghwa to create a reasonable pace for the two that quickly had Wooyoung whining underneath him for more.

“ Hyung, I’ve been good. Please let me cum. I can’t no more.” Wooyoung practically sobbed as he felt himself getting ready to have another dry orgasm that he doesn’t want.

“ So you admit that what you did was wrong?” Seonghwa asked teasingly as a hand ghosted over his neglected cock that jumped with joy at being touched. Thumb idly running over the slit.

“ Yes! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again. Please, Hyung!” He whined as he tilted his head back to see how gone Joong was as Yunho reached the depths of him. He pulled Yunho down and his lithe body was completely hidden from him, clutching at Yunho’s broad shoulders.

“ Deeper Yunho-ah! Make hyung cum!”

Hearing Hongjoong get needy was a sight and it ripped a groan from all three of them on the large couch.

“ Convince me Woo-ya.” Seonghwa drew his attention back to him with his words and Wooyoung was desperate. He will coax him into letting him cum and will do whatever it takes for it to happen.

“ I really want to cum, so please let me cum Sir!” Wooyoung watched as the oldest eyes darkened and he heard a strained laugh from behind him.

“You’re asking for it now Woo-ya,” Hongjoong said swiftly before Wooyoung felt the cock ring release itself from his cock and thrown across the room; Seonghwa folding him over like Hongjoong to pound relentlessly into him.

“ You wanna cum, then I’ll make you cum,” Seonghwa growled as he ruthlessly thrust into Wooyoung, making the boy moan louder and high-pitched as he pummeled into the smaller boy.

It won’t take him long to cum since he was already sensitive and edged from the ring that used to be around his base.

So lost in his own pleasure, he didn’t realize that Hongjoong and Yunho had finished quite some time ago and were now watching him.

He looked up into Seonghwa’s eyes to see how intent he was watching him. He could guess how he looked right now.

Downright sinful

“ Sir, I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum.” Wooyoung begged even though he didn’t need to. Seonghwa can be cruel last minute and he would literally burst into tears if he did.

“ You can cum baby boy. Cum as much as you want.” Seonghwa told him, chasing his own orgasm. He was panting and groaning into Wooyoung’s ear and hearing how much pleasure he was bringing him was enough to send him over the edge.

With a clench, Seonghwa raised his body up in enough time to watch spurts and spurts of cum pour out Wooyoung with a scream. His toes were curled, his back was arched and his eyes rolled back into his head as everything came crashing down on him like the biggest wave. Complete and utter euphoria.

Seonghwa took the opportunity to continue to thrust as his insides convulsed and squeezed him like a vice until he came deep inside him as well, cum oozing out as he was completely stuffed.

Seonghwa stilled and waited for him to calm down before removing himself and admiring how fucked out he was. His eyes were barely open and the poor boy was even twitching from the sheer volume of his orgasm.

“ Wow, we really did a number on him this time,” San said as he crawled over to look at his lover, kissing his forehead as he murmured something.

“ I know we did. We gotta go and clean him up now before he goes to sleep.” Seonghwa said as he motioned Hongjoong to help him as the three walked off to their bathroom.

Seonghwa started the shower and was making it warm as Hongjoong went to check on Wooyoung who was dozing off on top of the toilet seat. He tapped his face gently to wake him up and he moaned while opening his legs.

“ I just wanna clean you, baby. You did so good for today.” He praises and Wooyoung gave a weak smile.

“ Bring him in the shower. I’ll wash him first and then I’ll get you next.” Seonghwa said as he slowly brought Wooyoung in the shower with him.

“ So what are you gonna do with him once it’s my turn?” Hongjoong asked, not wanting to leave him alone after all of this. He knows Wooyoung would get upset about it even if he doesn’t verbally say it.

“ Go tell Yunho that he’s taking Wooyoung to bed with him,” Seonghwa said as he took his time to clean Wooyoung.

He gently caressed him and made sure to be delicate around the erogenous zones on his body. He already dealt with enough stimulation and any more could kill the poor boy.

“ You did so well today baby. You took everyone and made hyung feel so good.” Seonghwa continued to whisper sweet nothings and plant kisses on his cheek and subtle kiss on his lips.

By the time he finished, Hongjoong came back with Yunho and Seonghwa stuck his head out from behind the curtain.

“ Can you dry him off and take him to bed?” Seonghwa looked at the brown-haired younger who looked like he was fighting sleep himself.

He nodded his head as he was passed the younger and a towel as he slowly dried him off.

Hongjoong was pulled into the shower by Seonghwa by the time Yunho slowly walked Wooyoung into his room.

He finally came down from his high and his body only had the desire to sleep. Yunho searches his drawers to at least but some boxers on him before pulling them both into his bed.

Wooyoung didn’t argue as he cuddles up into the giant teddy bear of a lover, despite him being the reason he got into this mess. His large hand rubbed the ache in his lower back and simultaneously made him more tired.

“ Sorry for getting you in trouble Wooyoung,” Yunho said and it drew a weak giggle from his sore throat. Thinking about the whole ordeal in a flash as he smiled up at him with tired yet loving eyes.

“ It was worth it.”

#ateez smut #ateez #Whew chile the sin #helping hands #member x member #hongjoong smut #seonghwa smut #yunho smut #yeosang smut #san smut #mingi smut #wooyoung smut #jongho smut #ateez ot8 fic #Dee writes

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backtothestart02 · 4 years

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If Only She Knew - 8/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: And so it continues...

Commissioned by @shalanda83

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Chapter 8 -

Shivering from how low the temperatures had dipped during the night, Barry finally roused himself from half-successful sleep, only to find Joe staring at him through the window when he finally sat up all the way.

Barry’s eyes widened in panic.

“What are you doing sleeping in the car?”

Barry gulped.

“Iris and I had a fight,” he confessed, swearing to himself he wouldn’t specify on what.

“She made you sleep out here?” His voice rose slightly. “I told you guys it would get cold on the trip at night.”

Barry opened his mouth to defend her when a weak sounding, “Barry?” was heard from the tent closest to them. The bigger tent, where he and Iris were supposed to have spent their nights.

Both Joe and Barry looked over to the tent, and then back at each other.

“He’s over here, honey,” Joe called to his daughter.

Neither of them paid any attention when the zipper was pulled down and the flap to the tent opened. Iris’ head poked out, and her eyes widened in horror.

“He slept in the car? But, why?” She stumbled out of the tent and hurried over.

“Said you two had a fight,” Joe said suspiciously.

Iris’ jaw dropped. She looked to a downcast Barry and her judgy father back and forth a few times before sputtering out, “I didn’t kick him out, Dad. I swear I didn’t.”

“Is that true, Barry?” Joe asked.

Iris’ eyes narrowed and darted to Barry again, who sighed heavily.

“Look, can we just stop with the third degree? I did it on my own, alright?”

He scooted across the seat, then opened the door and miraculously pushed past both Wests who were standing there.

“I made her cry,” he blurted.

Iris gasped.

“What?” Joe demanded.

“Daddy, we don’t need to go into the details.” She urged, tugging on his sleeve. “Really, we don’t.”

But Joe didn’t listen.

“What did you make my daughter cry for?” His voice rose.

The panic on Iris’ face was clear, but Barry was too mad to bother paying attention to it.

“I’m going on a bike ride,” he announced, heading for the bikes leaning against a tree.

“The hell you are,” Joe growled.

“You can’t, Barry!” Iris cried.

“Oh, yes, I can,” Barry muttered.

“Your cuts are still healing,” she tried desperately. “You’ll just open them up again by bending your knees.”

“At least you won’t have to see my face.”

Joe softened, starting to understand that there was more going on here than he was obviously aware of. That and the fact that he couldn’t remember a single time Barry had deliberately tried to make his daughter cry by being mean to her.

He sighed, then pinched the bridge of his nose when Barry couldn’t get his bike free because the chain surrounding the bikes had a lock, and only Joe had the key. Barry kept shaking the chain but to no avail.

“Bear, just…stop.”

Reluctantly, Barry stopped.

“Just…sit down. Eat some breakfast.” He ran his hand over his face. “I’ll warm up the sausage.”

Joe got a fire going, and Barry sat down in his chair that was as frigid as the outside air. The fire helped though, and in no time at least the front of him was warmed up.

Iris came and sat in her chair beside him, but not before throwing one of his extra-large sweatshirts at him to put on. It had been inside the tent, so it wasn’t cold like what was in the car.

“You’re an idiot, Barry Allen,” Iris muttered. “I never told you to leave the fucking tent.”

“Hey!” Joe pointed a spatula at his daughter. “Language.”

Iris looked down. Barry said nothing. He just wanted to leave. He wanted to be anywhere but here. He didn’t care about his cuts. If they opened again, maybe he’d fall off the bike and a stranger would find him and take him to the hospital, and he’d be even farther away from Iris West and her feelings, and his inability to do nothing about them because she wouldn’t let him speak.

After a few more minutes, Joe presented them with some fruity cereal and hot sausages. He brought out some juice and utensils, and in silence the three began to eat. When they’d finished and thrown their paper plates and bowls away, Barry broached the subject again.

“Joe, can I please have the key to the bikes?”

Joe sighed. “Son, Iris is right. It’ll only open up your cuts. If we let them heal over the next day or two, you might be able to do some hiking and biking on our last day here.”

Barry’s jaw dropped.

“So what am I supposed to do all day? Lay in a hammock like you?”

Joe gave him a warning stare, and Barry shut his mouth.

“You could go down to the beach to lay down, get a tan, drink some soda…”

“No,” he said immediately.

“Why?”

“Too many…bad memories.”

He knew that one would hurt Iris, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to get away from these two and their interrogations so bad he could scream.

Still, when she turned to look at him, dangerously close to tearing up, he couldn’t help but feel he had to fix things.

“The cuts, Iris. It’s where I got the cuts.”

She swallowed and nodded, looking back into the fire.

Joe was exhausted just looking at them.

“Look, I don’t know what happened between the two of you, but you need to fix it. Talk it out, do whatever you need to do. This is supposed to be a fun, family vacation. We’re not going to spend it with the two of you moping around and avoiding each other because something happened you don’t want to talk about.”

He stood up.

“You don’t have to tell me, but you have to talk it through. You live together. This can’t go on forever.”

He turned and walked away towards his tent. When he came out he had a bundle of clothes in his arms and a small bag.

“I’m going to go take a shower. When I come back, I want a plan for the day and everything fixed. Got it?”

Iris and Barry nodded simultaneously.

“Got it,” they said.

Joe shook his head and took off down the road toward the restrooms.

…

Silence lingered for the longest time. Barry could feel Iris getting restless beside him. Any second now she would burst something. He had to do it first. He would be calmer than her.

“Do you think Joe has the bike key on him?”

About to explode, Iris was blindsided by the simple question.

“I don’t know,” she finally said. “Probably. Especially since he knows you want it.”

Barry slouched in his chair.

“Yeah, probably.”

A few more seconds passed.

“I didn’t mean for Joe to find me in the car, Iris. I should’ve gotten up and taken a walk before he even got up. Then this whole thing never would’ve happened.”

“Why did you even go?” Her voice cracked. “I never told you to. I didn’t want you to.”

He sighed. “I couldn’t sleep. And I couldn’t get your crying out of my head. It killed me that they were my fault.”

“They weren’t your fault,” she muttered. “You can’t choose who you fall for. So you didn’t fall for me, that’s not on you. I’m just…a girl.” She huffed. “I have hormones. Sometimes hormones make you cry. That’s all that happened.”

Yeah, I have hormones too. They’re telling me you’re all wrong about me, if you would just let me talk.

“Iris-”

“No, I don’t want to get into it again.”

Of course not.

He was annoyed, but one look into her dark, pleading eyes, and he knew he’d do exactly what she said, whatever she wanted, no matter what it was.

“Please.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

“Look, I don’t want this to ruin our friendship. We’ve been friends for years, and we live together. We can’t just suddenly not be friends. I’d die, Barry. I’m sure of it.”

He would too.

“So what do you suggest we do then? I don’t know how to get…unstuck.”

“Well, I won’t be crying anymore, that’s for sure.”

“Iris-”

“And you won’t be sleeping in the car.”

“Alright, fair enough.”

“Obviously, we won’t go hiking on Friday.”

He felt anger stir in him again.

“Yes, we will. I’ll be healed by then.”

“Barry-”

“Iris, I want to. It’s something you want, so I want it too. Please don’t…push me away because of what happened yesterday. Okay?”

“If you’re sure.”

“I am.”

“Okay.”

She smiled tremulously, and Barry felt those cursed butterflies start to move inside of him again. That smile of hers always did that to him. Always.

“So…friends?” she asked, offering her hand to him to shake.

He imagined himself kissing her hand or intertwining their fingers, but that wouldn’t make sense now. It might not ever thanks to him.

He stretched out his hand and shook hers instead.

“Friends.” He smiled.

She giggled a little, and that really threw him for a loop.

God, he was so in love with her.

“So! Now that we’ve made up, what should we do today?” she asked, looking at him intently.

He shook his head.

“I have no idea. These dumb cuts prevent me from doing anything fun.”

“You could read a book,” she offered.

“Didn’t bring one.”

“You could journal.”

He gave her a look. “I don’t really journal, Iris.”

Which was a flat-out lie. But all his journals preached about his love for her, so he couldn’t let her know he had them to begin with. She might go snooping.

Iris blew some hair out of her face.

“All right, well… you think of something then.” He opened his mouth to speak. “Something besides biking.”

He buzzed his mouth and sank back into his chair.

“I could nap in the tent. Or in a hammock. Or on the beach.”

“I could bury you in the sand.”

He shook his head. “The sand could easily get under my band-aids. That would irritate the cuts for sure.”

“You could bury me in the sand?”

He shook his head again. “I’d have to get down on my hands and knees.”

She exhaled loudly. “Well then what?”

He shrugged.

“I’ve got an idea,” Joe said, walking back into the campsite.

“Dad!”

“You two make up?”

Barry and Iris looked at each other, and then at him. They nodded.

“Then I have an idea,” he said, grinning.

“Well, what is it?” Iris finally asked.

“Road trip.”

Barry groaned. “Joe, we just had a road trip. Getting here.”

“Relax, Bear, this won’t be a long one. Half an hour tops.”

“Okay, so where are we going?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Iris added.

“Hope Town Mountain.”

Iris’ eyes widened with delight.

“Oh, dad, that’s a great idea!” She lunged up to hug him, and he laughed. “They’ve got boating and swings and swimming pools and restaurants and places just to hang out! Plus, it overlooks some gorgeous high hills surrounding a lake. Oh, Barry, aren’t you excited? Isn’t it perfect?”

She was so happy he couldn’t bring himself to say no. So, of course he said, “Yes. It’s perfect.”

Joe and Barry shared a knowing look but quickly looked away before Iris could notice.

“Well, let’s clean up a bit here, you two get dressed, and we’ll get in the car. We’ll be there before you know it.”

Barry’s smile suddenly slipped. The car.

He made an enormous effort not to groan.

The car. The car!

Iris might have put the kiss behind her and thrown all possibilities of talking about it to the way side, but that didn’t mean she could control her involuntary behavior. She would likely still scoot very close to him, still wrap his arm around her, still hold his hand.

God, he would not survive this ride. He would not.

“It’s only half an hour, silly,” Iris said, when she noticed his smile wasn’t quite what it used to be.

“Right.” He smiled again, but it was strained.

Iris rolled her eyes.

“I know you too well, Barry Allen.”

He laughed, though more at himself, because in this case she didn’t.

She really didn’t.

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*will post on AO3 and FFnet when beta’d.

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ikemencrossedmyth · 4 years

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Fury Chapter 2

Pairing: Comte x reader

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Summary: You head into town and run into the men from yesterday, who are determined to get their money’s worth from you.

Rating: 18+

Count: 5,709

Warnings: violence, assault, blood

[AO3]

Part 1

Art was made by @nan-chi

Chapter 2: The Beginning of a Tragedy

“Maybe we’ll see you around town mademoiselle”.

“I don’t believe so Monsieur”, you replied.

The men watched as you and Comte walked away from them, heading deeper into the city. The taller man chuckled to himself,

“Looks like that crazy man was right, Jacques. He knew exactly when that girl would show up.”

“Of course! I told you that he was legitimate, Pierre. Now that you understand that his information is valid, can we please get on with getting our money back?!”

He looked up at Pierre, exasperated that they had to waste this time to prove that his information was genuine.

“Now, he said that every day the girl heads into town to shop. Specifically, she always seems to buy baguettes.” Jacques said.

Pierre looked down at his friend, confused and clueless.

“What does that matter? Who cares if she buys bread? What about our damn money?!”

“Pierre, you’re an idiot. Tomorrow she will be going to the new bakery at the far side of the city. He made sure of it. As long as we know that she will be at that bakery, we know we can get compensated. One way…or another”, he smirked.

His eyes glistened with his ill intentions for the little lady. Pierre nodded in understanding, an evil grin creeping upon his face. He loosened his collar and snickered,

“I can’t fucking wait”.

The Next Morning

You woke up early every day to help Sebastian with preparing breakfast. You sat up and felt your body ache all over. A chill passed through your body.

“Oh no, I can’t be getting sick!”, you thought to yourself.

After denying that you were getting sick yesterday, you were determined to continue working, and hopefully Comte would not notice. If he did, you knew that he would make you stay in bed all day. Quietly, you crept back to your room, and prepared for what you knew would be a long day. Especially with how crummy you felt.

Before leaving your room, you looked yourself over in the mirror to make sure that you didn’t look too sick. Your hair was pulled away from your face, as the rest cascaded down your back. You were wearing a white long sleeve button down shirt, tucked into a maroon skirt. You lay your hands flat on the front of your skirt, pressing out any remaining wrinkles. Forcing a smile, you nodded to yourself before heading out of your room. You headed down to the kitchen, where Sebastian had already began cooking the pancakes that Theo basically worshiped. Your first task was always to prepare the rouge. After that, you pulled out the rest of the ingredients for breakfast and began to prep them for Sebastian. You then set the table and headed back to help him with the little that remained. You could hear some of the residents making their way towards the dining table.

Normally you would see Theo with Vincent, as they usually never missed breakfast. But this morning, Theo was alone.

“Where’s Vincent? Is he feeling unwell?”

“He’s fine Hondje, he’s just finishing a painting for that stupid playwright he calls a friend.”

At the mention of William, your heart jolted. You had just met the man yesterday, the experience wasn’t terrible, except for Comte getting upset. And yet, by hearing his name, you felt an apprehension that you could not describe. An uneasiness swirled around in your mind. The chatter of the other residents broke you out of your thoughts. As breakfast finished, you cleared the table and helped Sebastian tidy up. Preparing for breakfast was not a strenuous task, but today, you could feel a throbbing pain that was beginning to take hold in your muscles. Unconsciously, you let out a little groan. Sebastian looked over to you.

“Comte told me yesterday that you may have gotten sick. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. Comte is just being a bit overprotective, you know how he is” you said as you smiled at Sebastian.

“You know, he would be very upset if something happened to you. If you need to rest, then please, take the remainder of the day off in your room. I can take care of the shopping in town.”

“Sebastian”, you huffed, “It’s okay, I’ll be fine. If I start to feel absolutely terrible, I will take your advice and rest. How does that sound?”

Sebastian knew that you could be so ridiculously stubborn. He sighed resignedly, “Very well, _____”

Once the cleanup for breakfast was over, it was already afternoon and time for you to head into town to get the ingredients. As you reached the top of the stairs, your muscles began to burn and you felt a flash of cold hit your skin. You could already tell that by tomorrow you would definitely be sick. “Okay, tomorrow I will definitely have to take the day off, but today should be fine for me to keep working.” You thought to yourself. As you were nearing your door, you heard a noise come from behind you. You turned around and saw that Vincent was coming out of his room. He was carrying a small painting that was draped in a white cloth.

“Vincent, I missed you at breakfast this morning.” You said.

“Sorry _____, I was finishing a painting for William that I absolutely want to get to him today. I am actually heading out right now to give it to him. I promise I will be at breakfast tomorrow though.” Vincent said as he smiled sweetly. He really was the angel of the mansion. His gentle voice and nature always set a calming presence in whatever situation he found himself in.

You began to smile at Vincent, but then let out a terribly loud sneeze. This was the mother of all sneezes. The sneeze that makes people want to keep 20 feet back. It sounded like an elephant taking down a velociraptor. You and Vincent just stared wide eyed at each other in complete silence.

“Oh God, please kill me now!” you thought. How embarrassing, and especially in front of Vincent! Vincent’s smile widened, he had never heard anyone, especially a woman, sneeze like that. Women of the past were not as boisterous, but he liked that about you.

“_____, if you are not feeling well, I can tell Sebastian on my way out. I’m sure he would be more than okay with you relaxing and getting some sleep. Please, I don’t want you to get sick.”

Ugh, could Vincent be any sweeter? This angel was really not going to mention the deafening sneeze-roar that you just unleashed? You smiled weakly at him, “Vincent, it’s okay. I’m just going to get some stuff done and then I’ll rest.” You turned around and rushed to your room, mortified of what just happened. You slipped inside, leaned back, and rested your head on the door.

“Why me? Why is it always me?” you pondered aloud. Well there was no taking it back, at least Vincent was nice about it. You went to your dresser and pulled out the money and list, getting ready to head into the town.

Vincent lightly chuckled to himself as he saw you rushing away. He turned on his heels and quickly made his way downstairs. Sebastian was making his way out of the kitchen as Vincent came to the bottom of the stairs.

“Sebastian, could I have a moment of your time?”

“Of course, Vincent, how can I help?” Sebastian asked.

“I just spoke to _____, and she appears to be very sick. I told her that you would be okay with her resting. She is in her room right now.” Vincent said.

“Thank goodness, I thought nothing would get her to go to her room.” Sebastian said. “Thank you very much Vincent.”

“You are very welcome Sebastian.” Vincent said. With a smile, Vincent left the mansion.

Sebastian then began to prepare to head into town. He had given you the list yesterday, but he did not want to disturb you in your room. He headed back into the kitchen to see what was missing and make a new list.

It’s interesting how fate works out sometimes. If he had waited a couple seconds longer, he would have seen you come down the stairs and out the door, making your way into town.

Sebastian finished the list after a couple minutes of quick inventory of the kitchen. Leonardo strolled leisurely into the kitchen with a cigarillo in his mouth.

“Sebas, I’m running low on my smokes. Do you have any more for me?” he asked.

“Yes Leonardo, right here.” Sebastian opened the top cupboard and pulled out box of fresh cigarillos and handed them to Leonardo.

“That is the last box Leonardo.”

Leonardo eyed the list on the counter.

“Could you have _____ pick up a couple of boxes when she goes into town today?”

“I am actually about to go into town right now. She got sick yesterday and is in her room resting.” Sebastian said.

“Ah, I see, well thanks for the cigarillos Sebas.”

“You are most welcome Leonardo.”

Sebastian grabbed some money and his new list and left out the front door into town.

Leonardo was languidly walking to his room, to put away his new box of cigarillos. He was passing by Comte’s room and saw the door was open.

“Hey, you know that _____ is sick? Did she say anything to you? She looked fine at breakfast.” Leonardo said.

Comte sucked his teeth at Leonardo, “I knew she was sick, but she denied it yesterday. I saw that she was shivering as we came back from town. I’m going to go talk with Sebastian and tell him she will be doing no more work until she is better.”

“No need for that, she is already resting in her room. Sebas just left to town.”

Comte smiled at his old friend, “Thank you for telling me Leonardo.”

“Whatever, I just know how you get about _____.” Leonardo smiled.

Leonardo walked away to his room as Comte continued with the mountain of paperwork that he desperately needed to finish.

Little did everyone know that a huge misunderstanding had occurred at the mansion. No one knew of the danger that awaited you in the great city of Paris.

The afternoon sun shone on your skin with a welcome heat. The warm rays kissed your face and warmed your body as you made your way through town. You stopped by several different shops in the bustling city, trying to get everything on the list so you could make it back in time for dinner. The last stop was the bakery.

As always, you purchased a couple baguettes for dinner. It was always on the menu. Traveling to the past, you could almost see why the French Revolution came about because of a shortage of bread. The stuff was a staple in everyone’s home. You entered the bakery and walked up to the counter.

“I would like three baguettes Monsieur.” You asked politely.

“Oh, _____ I thank you for your repeated patronage, but unfortunately, we are all out of bread.”

“What? How is it that you are already out of bread?” you asked.

“Well you see, we received a large donation from a local writer, and in return, we were asked that all our available bread be given to the local orphanage for their lunch. It was such a kind request from a generous person, there was no way we could turn it down. And to top it off, he’s British! I know we don’t usually get along with the English, but this Monsieur really went out of his way to show kindness to those in our community who are less fortunate.” The baker said.

“Wow, that is amazing! I’m shocked to think that one man could have bread brought to an entire orphanage. He must be a very noble man.” You said.

“Well, not exactly. I’ve been seeing him a lot in the pub across the street.” The baker said.

“He must be talking about Arthur.” You thought. You knew that Arthur was well off and the idea that he would dedicate such a kind act to children made you feel more fondness for the writer. But you couldn’t stand here and dwell on Arthur, you had to get back to the mansion.

“We are currently preparing more bread if you wish to wait.” The baker said.

“I wish I could, but I can’t. I have to get back in time for dinner.” You said.

Your head was starting to pound at this point. You knew for sure that when you got back you were going to take a nice hot bath and then sleep the night away. This was the last stop and you were hoping to get back soon. You kicked yourself mentally for not buying the bread earlier. You usually left the bread for last, because you wanted it to be as fresh out of the bakery as possible for the residents. The baker looked at her.

“You know, the new bakery that just opened up should have baguettes available. They are much bigger than us, so they should definitely have some left!”

“That’s right! I went there yesterday. But even then, they were low on bread.” You said.

“Well, from what I heard, they were also asked to donate bread yesterday. But considering they are a bigger shop; they still had some left over.”

“Thank you so much, I’ll head there immediately!” you said.

You left the bakery and began to walk quickly towards the other bakery. The afternoon was drawing to a close, and you did not want to get caught in the cold afternoon as the sun was beginning to set.

You finally reached the bakery and headed inside. Walking up to the counter, you purchased your bread, the final ingredient on the list. Now it was time for you to head back to the mansion and rest. You left the bakery and began your journey back to the mansion. The aching feeling in your muscles began to grow, as you forced one foot in front of the other. You opened and closed your hands, in an attempt to warm them. The sun had just set behind the horizon. It’s light beginning to fade. In your haze, you did not notice the two sets of eyes staring at you, waiting for the opportunity that had been laid in their lap.

“There she is Jacques!” Whispered Pierre. “Let’s get her.”

“No, wait till she is a bit closer to the alley, then grab her, cover her mouth, and pull her in.” Jacques said.

You were walking closer to the old brick building, trying to not get in the way of the pedestrians and carriages that were on the road. As you crossed the alley, a set of hands shot out of the dark. One hand around your waist, and the other clamped tightly around your mouth.

Your heart rate quickened; panicked you tried to resist, but the arms were too strong as they pulled you further and further from the noisy street. Tears pricked your eyes and you struggled to break free from your assailant. His arm was crushing your ribs, as he pressed you to him, while dragging you into the dark and musty alley. You dug your heels into the ground, trampling over your skirt. You tried to flail your body, anything you could do to get free. You could hear another voice, another man.

You recognized that voice, and you felt your blood run cold. Not from a fever, but from pure fear. Your body began to shake. Your breathing escalated as your heart began to pump fast. It was the two men from yesterday. Your mind raced, looking for any opportunity to escape or to call for help.

“This was too easy Jacques” Pierre said as he smiled smugly.

“Ha! Of course, I told you that Will wouldn’t cheat us.” Jacques said. “I fucking hate the English, but that guy is alright in my book. I mean, he even bought all that fucking bread.” He laughed.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You didn’t want to believe it. Were they talking about William Shakespeare? The man you had met just yesterday, it couldn’t be. You didn’t want to think that a man that Comte associated with would be capable of doing something like this. But all the puzzle pieces began to fall into place. It wasn’t Arthur that the baker was talking about, it was William. William Shakespeare was the cause of the situation you were in. William was the puppet master to your misfortune. It was as if the threads of your fate were handed to him, and he wielded your life like a game.

Jacques proceeded to pull out a knife and waved it in front of your face. He pressed the cool flat of the blade against your face.

“If you make any loud noise, I will not hesitate to slice you open, you got it? The fucking moment I hear any attempt for help, I’m going to gut you.”

You nodded as tears streamed down your face. Your mouth trembled as Pierre released you into Jacques arms. Jacques looked at Pierre.

“Go guard the entrance to the alley.” With those orders, Pierre began to walk away, leaving you alone with his friend. Jacques looked you up and down.

“Pay me back the money you owe. Either you pay or Comte de Saint Germain pays.”

Your stomach turned. He knew who Comte was all along. Yesterday’s game of calling him her benefactor was just a joke. This whole time they knew.

“I don’t have any money.” You choked out. You could not stop crying as your voice was quivering with fear.

“I was hoping you would say that.” His smile was evil, pure evil. “If you can’t pay with money, then you will pay another way. One way that will show Comte the error of his ways.”

With those final words, he grabbed you by the throat and slammed you into the side of the brick building. The pounding in your head increased tenfold. You could no longer see straight. Your world was spinning as your head felt like it had been split open in two. Trying to regain your senses, you looked at the stocky man as his leering smile held nothing but contempt for your predicament. The area where he smashed your head against the rough brick was bleeding profusely. It trickled down your face and onto your blouse, staining the white fabric into a deep crimson. The spot on your blouse began to grow, as the blood continued to flow from your wound. The man proceeded to pull his knife back up to your face and traced it down to your neck. He began to cut the buttons off your blouse, working his way down to your skirt.

“No way, this can’t be happening!”

He lowered his head to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. His tongue ran from the base of your neck, over his fingers and up to the shell of your ear. You were struggling to breath, as his fingers were still held tight against your throat. The tears in your eyes were flowing freely and every colour was beginning to blur into the next. He was barely allowing you small gasps of air. He relished the struggle and the ‘prize’ that he had won.

You knew that it was now or never, that even if it meant getting hurt more, you needed to call for help. Anything to get the attention of the people on the main street.

At that moment, there was a loud commotion on the main street. It sounded like a street performer had captured an audience and you could hear that the people were beginning their uproar.

Jacques looked towards the commotion.

There it is, your one and only opportunity.

You kicked Jacques as hard as you can straight in the crotch. He keeled over and screamed out in pain. His scream alone captured the attention of some people. You took a huge gulp of much needed air, and with all your strength, you screamed into the wind, you screamed to anyone that would be willing to listen to your pleas of rescue.

Sebastian was making his way to the new bakery. He couldn’t believe that the regular bakery was out of bread, but he couldn’t deny that they were out of bread for a good reason. The baker had also told him of the benefactor that had donated bread to the orphanage. The last item on the list was some baguettes, and then he would be on his way home.

He picked up the pace as he neared the bakery. He turned the corner and he could see the bakery at the end of the block. On the right-hand side of the street there was a large group gathered around a young man who looked to be selling something to a group of people on the streets. Snake oil salesman have always been a business, no matter what time period, but it seemed like this man had captivated the people as they marveled at whatever gadget he was showing.

Sebastian wanted to get a closer look, as the crowd kept getting larger and larger around the man, but that was when he heard your scream. A blood curdling scream for help rang out as Sebastian whirled around, trying to pinpoint where the scream was coming from.

Why is she here? Isn’t she supposed to be at home?

Sebastian ran towards your voice, his heart pounding in his chest. He began to sweat as he feared the worst. He came to the alley that Pierre had been guarding. Pierre now had his back turned to Sebastian, as he heard his friend scream in pain, and then your accompanying shouts.

“Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Pierre yelled at you. Sebastian took the opportunity to knock Pierre in the back of the head. Pierre turned around and took a swing at Sebastian. He dodged the punch with a swift step to the side and gave Pierre a nasty uppercut to his chin. As Pierre crumbled to the ground, Sebastian ran forward to where Jacques was still curled on the ground, with you still struggling to catch your breath. Sebastian took in your appearance, your cut blouse, the blood running down your face and onto your chest. The dirt and grime of the alley was evident on your skirt. Sebastian neared you.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You looked at Sebastian with tears in your eyes and threw yourself into his arms. Sebastian gripped you as you began to sink back to the ground, your blood staining his clothes.

“No, we have to get out of here _____. We have to get back to the mansion. Can you stand, we need to move quickly.”

You nodded weakly and leaned on Sebastian to stand. Sebastian was right, this was your sole opportunity to escape. The men were temporarily incapacitated, and once they regained their senses, there was no telling what would happen. You grabbed Sebastian’s hand and you both began to run. The sun had already set, and there was even less light in the dusk that surrounded you both. Sebastian was pulling you towards the entrance of the alley, near the main street. Pierre was still on the ground moaning in pain, but he saw you and Sebastian. He lurched forward to try to grab you, but Sebastian quickly putting his hand around your waist, pulled you into his side and avoided Pierre.

“Get that bitch! Don’t let them get away Pierre!”

You and Sebastian looked back to see that Jacques was still cradling his crotch where you had kicked him, but he was looking at you and Sebastian. His eyebrows were creased in anger. Pierre stood up and held his head where Sebastian had attacked him. He took a couple wobbly steps towards you two.

“We need to leave NOW!” Sebastian shouted.

The main street had cleared out in the amount of time that it took Sebastian to find and rescue you. There were only a few people scattered about, as the crowd that was just present had seemingly disappeared. This left the streets clear for you both to sprint back to the mansion.

The cold air was now burning your lungs as you struggled to breath and keep up with Sebastian. You had been running for what felt like ages. Your legs were threatening to give out underneath you as your pace began to slow. It was becoming increasingly painful to run and you could feel yourself close to passing out. You were losing a lot of blood from the deep wound on your pounding head. You turned around to look behind you, and to your terror, you could see that Pierre was following, trying to catch up through the pain of his tussle with Sebastian.

“Sebastian! He’s following us!” you cried.

Sebastian looked back to see that indeed Pierre was getting closer, as he couldn’t move as fast because of your injury and the fever that was now taking hold of your weakened body. The mansion was near, and Sebastian knew that if you didn’t pick up the pace that Pierre would definitely catch up. He bent over and with one hand on your back and the other behind your knees, he lifted you up in his arms and began to swiftly run back to the mansion. You grabbed at your blouse, attempting to keep it closed as your vision began to fade and your breathing became more ragged. You could hear the footsteps behind Sebastian getting closer. Fear seized your heart; he was catching up to you.

Pierre could see you two running up to the mansion. He knew that if you both got inside, that his opportunity to get you would slip away. He pushed a little harder, knowing that he just needed a couple more feet to close the gap between the two of you.

He reached out and grabbed Sebastian’s coat and dragged all of you to the ground. You went tumbling out of Sebastian’s arms and rolled into the dirt. You quickly pushed yourself up from the ground to see Pierre pummeling into Sebastian on the ground beneath him. The door to the mansion was only about 20 feet away. You knew that if you could get one of the vampires to notice, that they could save Sebastian.

You got up and ran the few feet to the door, practically knocking it open and began to scream for help, but not before you heard the running of footsteps behind you, causing you to turn to look back outside, only to come face to face with Pierre, seething with anger as he closed the short distance between you two, tackling you to the ground just inside the door.

Inside the mansion, it was nearing dinner time, but Sebastian had not made his way back from town. Some of the residents were already in the dining room, as they were used to every night. Comte had made his way into the dining room to see some of his residents chatting, while others were sitting at the dining room table.

“That’s odd, where’s Sebastian?” he thought.

It was at that moment that all the vampires stopped talking, it was as if all at once, they sensed something.

“Do you smell that?” Arthur asked.

It was a smell that they were all too familiar with, the sweet smell of blood. But this was different, there was a lot of it, more than their usual dose of rouge with dinner.

BANG!

They all heard the front door forced open and then a shrill scream.

“HELP! PLEASE ANYONE HELP ME!”

All the residents were immediately on alert.

Comte would recognize your voice anywhere, but weren’t you supposed to be resting in your room? He ran to the entrance of the mansion, along with the rest of the residents. He could hear your screams and cries of pain, making him move faster towards the door.

Arriving at the foyer, Comte laid eyes on Pierre. He had straddled your waist after he had tackled you to the ground. He was punching you in the face and chest, as you raised your arms and hands to protect yourself from his blows.

It was in that moment, that time stood still. Comte had never felt the emotion that suddenly came over him. Sure, he had been angry in the past, but since becoming a nobleman, he had learned and accepted the mannerisms of nobility. But in this instance, all customs and courtesy were out the window. He felt an extreme anger flow through his veins. How could this have happened to you? He remembered your words from yesterday.

“With you by my side, nothing is going to happen to me, I trust you.”

You had said those words with a brilliant smile on your face. You had trusted him to keep you safe. He felt all self-control leave his body. His rage boiling over, and he eyed his target: Pierre. The lesser vampires were getting ready to attack, but the pure blood vampires were next to you in an instant.

Comte was using all his instincts as a vampire, all in an effort to end this unjust punishment that was being hurled at your fragile body. The body that had woken up this morning in his safe embrace and was now being assaulted and marred. The smell of your blood permeated the air and hung like a heavy curtain around the vampires. In any other instance, the smell of your blood may have been enticing. But the reality of the moment was that this blood was not given willingly, it was taken from you by the actions of lesser men. Your blood was a staunch reminder that he had indeed failed to keep you, the love of his life, safe.

Comte grabbed Pierre by the back of his neck and launched him off you in one swift move. The only thing he could think about was protecting you. He threw Pierre’s body like a rag doll, landing outside.

Leonardo moved like a flash of lightning after Pierre, while Comte knelt beside your injured body. He could now see your injuries more clearly. There were bruises on your neck from being choked, the wound of your head still had blood trickling down to your exposed chest. He noted how your blouse had been cut down to your skirt. Your blood and tear stained face brought a feeling of guilt over Comte. He was supposed to guard you and yet here you lay on the ground, in agony. He pulled you close to him by your waist. In your panic, you could not tell that Comte was there. You thrashed your arms and legs hysterically, trying to remove your attacker.

“_____, it’s me. Please ma Cherie, look at me.” He held you close to his chest, stopping all your movements. You could smell his familiar scent and looked up to his face. Comte looked down at you with sadness and regret in his eyes. You began to cry violently, your body shaking as you clung to Comte.

“Sebastian! Please help him, he is outside on the ground!”, you whimpered.

The other vampires quickly made their way outside, where Leonardo was making quick work of Pierre. Sebastian lay on the ground passed out a few feet away. A mixture of his and your blood covered his clothes, but the blood on his face was solely his, a result of the injuries Pierre had given him.

Comte picked you up and held you close to his body as you clutched your blouse closed with one hand. He stood in the entry way and faced outside to where the rest of the vampires were.

Arthur was hovering over Sebastian, examining his injuries. Arthur began giving orders to Jean and Dazai to bring a plank on which to transport Sebastian and to grab a medical bag in his room. Comte said a silent prayer of thanks that Arthur had the medical skills to help him.

Comte furrowed his brows at the scene before him. You lay weak and covered in blood, dirt, and bruises, in his arms. Sebastian was passed out with blood on his face and clothes as well. Leonardo had beaten Pierre to a pulp, leaving him a whimpering mess on the ground.

“How could this have happened? Why?” he whispered more to himself than to anyone else.

“It was William Shakespeare, he set it up to where I would meet those two drunkards from yesterday, but Sebastian just happened by and saved me. If it wasn’t for him, who knows where I would be right now.” You said to him, your voice raspy and straining.

Vincent felt the colour drain from his cheeks.

“William? HE did this? No, it can’t be!” he thought as he held his head in his hands.

Theo’s faced twisted into a scowl upon hearing William’s name come from your mouth.

“I knew he was a good for nothing! He will pay for this.”

Arthur snapped his head in your direction when he heard.

“Quite frankly, he’s the type of fellow I’d rather not involve myself with.” He muttered under his breath.

He knew that William was an odd chap, and there were rumors spreading that he would often find himself in questionable situations, all for the sake of his tragedies.

The vampires were furious, they could not fathom that someone would try to hurt you, much less someone that they knew. But none were as upset as Comte. He felt his body grow hot, as the blood running through his veins became like venom, poisoning his mind at the thought of what he would to do William when he got a hold of him. What he wouldn’t do to the man that had caused you such suffering. There was only one emotion that Comte could use to define his unrelenting wrath: Fury.

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zootopiathingz · 3 years

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Between the Odds

Part Two: Unfair Laws

As much as they loved their job, they had to admit they enjoyed the "chill" days where they didn't have to do so much outside work. Days like this helped them slow down and relax from the pace of work, and it was just what Judy needed the day after her birthday.

For their lunch break, she and Nick had gotten themselves some fast food and sat outside the ZPD for some fresh air. Many mammals came and went, either walking aimless around the grass or making their way in a certain direction. Judy unconsciously played with her locket, that she hadn't taken off since yesterday. Out of all the surprises she received from Nick, it had to be her favorite. There was just something about it that felt extra special.

"Thanks again for yesterday." She spoke up, leaning back against the bench. "It was definitely one of the best birthdays I've ever had."

"You're welcome, Carrots." He said, taking a bite of one of the fries.

"Hey wait, when's your birthday?" She asked, just now realizing she didn't actually know that important piece of information. She needed to know, especially now since she intended to make his just as special.

Nick shook his head, already knowing why she was asking. "Not for a while." He said dismissively, "You don't have to do anything big."

"Too late, I'm already planning it." She said quickly, "But don't worry, I won't go overboard."

"Promise?" He asked, raising a brow at her. As much as he appreciated her wanting to go all out for him, he just wasn't a big fan of his birthday. He was used to not celebrating it or just doing something low-key. But he should've expected more now that he had a radiant little bunny in his life.

"I swear." She held up her pinky, signaling for him to do the same so they could pinky promise. It was a bit childish, but it was just how they knew they were serious about a it.

Judy giggled and reached over to grab his drink, for no other reason than she wanted to try it. Surprisingly he didn't stop her, he just gave her a somewhat confused but amusing smile. "You could've asked."

The bunny took a few sips, ignoring his statement while she savored the taste. "It's good." She said once she finished, handing it back to him.

"I know, that's why I got it." He shook his head, placing the cup down on the other side of the bench to keep it out of her reach.

Judy rolled her eyes and lightly punched his arm in response. The two continued to eat in silence for a moment, enjoying their free time while it lasted. Sure the morning had been slow, but crime could happen at any given moment and they had to be prepared.

Their peace didn't last long, of course. They both raised their ears as they heard faint yelling in the distance. Looking across the pond, they noticed three mammals standing not too far. An elk appeared to be upset with a pig and a jaguar, but from observation they were confused as to why. Both cops suddenly became intrigued as to what was going on and began to listen the best they could from where they were.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand your problem." The pig lady said.

"You seriously don't see the problem?" The elk asked, throwing his hooves up in frustration. "This! All of this is wrong!"

"Are you saying you have a problem with us being together?" The jaguar asked, stepping in front of his girlfriend protectively. "How does that constitute as your problem?"

"Don't you see how wrong this is?!"

Nick and Judy shared a glance, silently agreeing that now was the time to step in before the situation got hostile. They stood up from the bench and walked around the pond to approach the three of them. No one noticed them at first, especially not the elk. He was too fixated on the couple, and the longer he stared at them, the more appalled he felt.

"I'm just trying to help you before it's too late. You might regret this later in life." He went on, "I mean, do you really want to look back and wonder why you would date a pig?"

"I don't think you have any right telling me who I should be dating." The jaguar scowled.

"It's not that, I'm just saying it's not right!"

Judy cleared her throat to catch their attention, and admittedly they felt nervous at the sight of two cops suddenly approaching them. "Excuse me, hi. I hope you don't mind us but we couldn't help overhearing that you have a problem with these two?" She said to the elk man as politely as she could. "What's going on exactly?"

The man scoffed, gesturing to the couple. "What's going on, officer, is they're a crime against nature!"

Nick glanced at them, "Uhh how so?"

"Look at them! They're a pig and a jaguar! They can't be together!" He exclaimed, more distressed than he should've been.

"Why not?" Judy asked, genuinely confused.

"Pigs are supposed to be with pigs and jaguars are supposed to be with jaguars! Mammals are supposed to mate with the same species!" He declared, "It's not right to go against that!"

While it seemed like he was trying to help the couple, he was actually causing more damage than assistance. His words were old-fashioned, small-minded thinking that was partly why mammals felt divided sometimes.

"Uhh well, that's how it was in the old days, but this is the 21st century." Judy shrugged, "Anyone can be with anyone now."

The man grimaced at her response, as if it was blasphemy. "That's a load of shit." He shook his head, "Inter-species marriage is still illegal here and I pray that they keep it that way."

At this point it was hard to stay patient with him. Not only was he causing a scene but he clearly just wanted an excuse to express his opinions that no one asked for. Judy sighed, putting her paw to her hip, "Okay look, regardless of how you feel about them, you are harassing a poor couple and if you don't leave them alone, we're going to have to step in."

The elk glared at her, but remained shockingly quiet, considering he had a lot to say a moment ago. He definitely didn't want to get the cops involved, but he couldn't suppress his anger and disgust.

"Hey, you heard her." Nick said, "Beat it."

The man huffed defeatedly and walked away, grumbling to himself. While watching him leave, Judy's expression faltered, realizing what he had said a moment ago. Was it true that inter-species marriage wasn't allowed? In Zootopia of all places? Sure, small towns like Bunnyburrow wouldn't allow it, mostly because the majority of residents were bunnies. But Zootopia was more diverse, and mammals getting upset over a pig and jaguar being together didn't make any sense.

Once he was out of earshot, the couple sighed with relief. "Thank you so much." The pig said to the officers, "He's been bothering us for like, ten minutes. We tried to walk away but he kept following us."

"Don't worry, I don't think he's gonna be bothering you again anytime soon." Nick said assuringly, glancing in the direction the elk walked away.

"But if he does, don't be afraid to tell us." Judy said, "And don't listen to what he said. As long as you love each other, that's all that should matter to you."

The pig grinned, grabbing her boyfriend's paw to hold. "Thank you. Our four-year anniversary is coming up." She said with a hint of excitement.

"Aww, congratulations!" Judy smiled, giving a glance to her partner.

"Thanks." She chuckled. "And thanks again for helping us."

"No problem!"

The couple said goodbye and parted ways from the cops, now unbothered by what the elk had done to them. Nick and Judy watched them leave before returning to their bench to finish their lunch. They were relieved that the situation didn't lead to physical violence. If it did, they wouldn't have been able to successfully subdue a jaguar and an elk on their own.

But the moment lingered in Judy's thoughts, and she couldn't help feeling perturbed about what the elk had said.

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A few hours passed since their break, and just before her shift was over for the day, Judy decided she would talk to the chief about what happened. Not to report the man, though (he didn't really do anything that was worth reporting). Instead she needed to discuss what had been bugging her.

She raised her paw up to knock on the office door, although she wasn't sure if the chief was actually inside. Come to think of it, Judy hadn't seen him all day. "Chief Bogo?" She asked, hopping up to reach the doorknob so she could let herself in. Not surprisingly she saw her boss sitting at his desk, lifting his gaze as she entered the room.

"Can I speak to you for a moment?" She asked, hoping she wasn't interrupting anything. To be honest, she still felt anxious around him sometimes, due to the fact he disdained her when she started working for him. But he warmed up to her pretty quickly, so they were on better terms now.

Chief Bogo gestured for her to sit in the chair in front of him, in which she did—with some difficult because of its size. "What's going on, Hopps?" He asked in a monotone. It was unclear if he was in a good mood or not, but if he wasn't he wouldn't have let her in his office in the first place.

Judy shifted to sit more comfortably in the chair as she began, "Okay so earlier today, Officer Wilde and I witnessed a man yelling at a couple, and he seemed really disgusted by the fact they were inter-species. And he mentioned something that I wasn't aware of..that inter-species marriage is illegal here?"

Bogo sighed and removed his glasses, "Unfortunately, he was correct. It's been that way ever since Zootopia was founded."

"But why?" She asked with a small frown.

"There was a number of reasons. It was mostly to keep mammals safe, but partially because the founders had very strict beliefs." The chief explained.

The safety part made some sense. Zootopia was founded just after mammals began to evolve and develop, so some of their behavior was still unpredictable at the time. But what "strict beliefs" were against it? Judy wasn't aware of any religion that stated animals couldn't mate outside their species.

"But that was a long time ago. Things have changed since then." She said, "And I personally don't see a problem with a pig being with a jaguar."

"Neither do I, Hopps, but the status of the law has been in debate for centuries and I don't think it's going to change anytime soon." Bogo shook his head disappointedly.

Judy pursed her lips in thought. Surely he was wrong. A law like that had to change soon, it wasn't fair to keep mammals restricted from who they wanted to marry. "Wait, don't we have a new mayor? Maybe he can change it!"

"You know it's not just the mayor that decides these things." He said, standing up from his chair. "It has to be voted by the Supreme Court, and unfortunately the majority of them are old-fashioned and want to keep it the way it is."

As he walked over to his coffee maker, Judy stood up in the chair, refusing to accept the facts. There was no way a dumb law like this could stay in effect forever. "Well, isn't there something we can do?" She asked, "I'm sorry, sir, this just seems really unfair to a lot of mammals."

Bogo sighed, pouring some coffee into his mug. "It is, but it's not our job to change the law. All we can do is enforce it."

Judy wanted to disagree, but she quickly realized he had a point. It wasn't a police officer's job to decide things like this, and as far as she was aware, there was nothing she could do.

She nodded in defeat, lowering her ears. "I understand."

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namluve · 4 years

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paring: jimin x chubby!reader

genre: smut, pvp

rating: 18+

warnings: sub!jimin, dom!reader, established relationship, explicit language, mentions of drinking, unprotected sex (be safe!), dirty talk, praise kink, blindfold, choking, mutual masturbation, reader has a thick ass and jimin loves it

word count: 2.4 k

summary: jimin couldn’t take his eyes of you the whole night and when the two of you get home, you take control.

note: I wrote this for 3 hours in the middle of the night and this is the result of my submissivee ass feeling dominant for 20 sec. this one is inspired by my friend amanda who said there is not enough dom, thick OC’s and I can’t let my friend starve. also, jimin i’m so sorry, you deserve a way better banner but I couldn’t find the picture I fell in love with in good quality </3

A speciall thanks to my friend Maxi, @joopiterjoon, who helped me edit it ❤️

Maybe it was the dress you wore on the night out. Maybe it was the way you winged your eyeliner at just the right angle. Maybe it was the way your eyes drifted sometimes a little lower than they probably should have. Whatever it was, Jimin had had his hands all over your body all night. Feeling your curves on the dancefloor, dragging his hands roughly over your breasts that almost spilled out of your dress. Light fingers dancing across your thick thighs, exploring them as if he had never touched them before. Never had been in between them before. His lips on your neck, dangerously moving lower towards the valves of your breasts. His eyes lingering way to long on your ass as you bended over the bar to order your drink. Something was it that made Jimin more needy than usual. Whatever it was, you loved it.

“Can’t wait to get you out of this dress.” Jimin said as the two of you had gotten through the front door of your shared apartment. He took of your coat, throwing it on the floor. Kissing you, as he removed his coat as well, throwing it behind him somewhere. Taking your hands to his chest, you slightly pushed him. Just enough for there to be space in between the two of you and for his lips to leave yours.

“Now, now…” You cooed him. “Be a good boy and get ready for me.” Jimin knew exactly what this meant. Knew exactly what kind of mood you were in and he could not have been happier. A wide smile was placed on his lips as he stepped back, eyeing you up and down.

“Yes Noona,” he said as he turned around, walking over to the bedroom to follow your orders. Shaking your head slightly as you took of your high heels you could not believe how eager he was sometimes. Always ready to follow your orders whenever you wanted him to. Walking over to the bedroom you found Jimin sitting on the bed in his boxers. Hands neatly placed on his thighs. His cock poking slightly thought his boxers, half hard. Well you had to do something about that before you had your fun with him.

“Touch yourself. Don’t cum unless I say so. Understood?” Jimin nodded eagerly and as he began removing his boxers you send him a glare.

“Use your words. You are a big boy after all, aren’t you?” You teased him and he let out a sigh, lowing the words coming out of your mouth.

“Yes Noona.” Smiling at him you began to slowly remove the straps on your shoulders that are keeping your dress on your body. Jimin began slowly stroking his cock, enjoy the sight of your strip tease. As you pushed the tight dress down your body Jimin let out a low grunt as you bent down. Your breast almost spilling out of your bra as you dragged the dress down your ass.

“Like what you see baby boy?” You smirked at him and he nodded as you stepped out of the dress, leaving you in your red lace underwear only.

“Yes, you are so sexy. I can’t believe I get to look at your body every day.” He cooed and you felt yourself getting wetter by the second, loving Jimin’s praise. Seeing Jimin’s cock getting harder by the moment made you want to return the favour, as well as tease him. If it was one thing Jimin loved as much as he hated it, it was seeing you pleasure yourself. He loved it for the way you lost yourself in it but hated it for the way he could not touch you. Not being able to be the one who made you feel good. The red lingerie you had picked out tonight, just for him, made him even weaker. The bra fitted your big breasts perfectly and the high waist panties showed off just the right amount of your ass.

Looking over to your right, you saw the armchair you and Jimin had purchased a month ago. Mostly for decoration and to throw yesterday's clothes on. Finally, you found some good use for it. Jimin watched you as you walked over to the chair. Taking of your underwear before you sat down on it, crossing your legs. The position making you look extremely powerful and Jimin was loving every second of it. Tilting your head, looking into Jimin’s eyes, you bit your lip as you uncrossed your legs and placed one of them on the side of the armchair. Jimin inhaled a sharp breath as you placed the other one on the side. Your back relaxed against the back of the chair, your pussy fully on display for him. Jimin swallowed hard as your hand began wandering up your thick thigh. As you closed your eyes, losing yourself in the moment as you teasingly touched your thighs Jimin began to pump his cock a little faster. Immersed by the sight in front of him. When you began touching yourself, a finger slipping easily into your pussy Jimin moaned. That was what brought you back from your trance and seeing Jimin speeding up, pumping his cock vigorously brought you back to your role.

“Jimin.” You warned and he whined.

“Please, please Noona, please let me touch you, feel you. Anything, fuck, I just need…” He begged and you smiled adding another finger into your cunt, pumping them a little faster in and out than before.

“You need what now?” You teased and Jimin moaned, throwing his head back. A sweat drop began going down his face as the combination of being horny and tipsy was getting the best of him.

“You. I need you Noona” Fuck… It took all in your willpower not to give in to him. His fucked-out expression, begging and praise had you weak to your knees. You wanted him, bad. Removing your fingers from your pussy you got out of the chair, making your way over to Jimin.

“Stop touching yourself.” Jimin stopped his movements, whining as he removed his hand from his cock. It was red and glistening with precum from all the teasing he had endured by you. You almost wanted to get down on your knees and worship it, but that was for another night.

“Lay down.” Jimin did not need to be told twice. Eagerly, he laid down comfortably on the bed, his big hard cock resting on his stomach. Going over to your nightstand, you took out one of the silk bands the two of you owned. Looking over at Jimin, you almost drooled at the sight in front of you. As you got on top of him his hands found their way immediately to your thighs, squeezing them slightly. Holding the silk band in front of you, you gave him his next command.

“Hands.” Imminently, Jimin started whining. Throwing his head back, closing his eyes.

“Please don’t do that that. I wanna be able to touch you so bad. I just want to be able to feel your softness as you pleasure me. Please Noona, please let me touch you.” Normally this would get him punished. The whining, acting like a brat but you were feeling generous today. Mostly because of how good Jimin was looking begging and probably because you were still tipsy from the drinks you had at the club.

“Fine.” Jimin let out a sigh of relief at your decision but quickly realized he was not getting away so quickly as you brought down the silk in front of his face.

“Guess I’ll just have to blindfold you instead.” Jimin never told you this of course but blindfolding was most of the time not a punishment for him. He loved it. His other senses being heightened. Focusing on how you feel as he touches your body. Focusing on the way your pussy feels around him. As you wrapped the silk around him, covering his eyes, he could feel your pussy drip down on his cock. Inhaling a sharp breath and wincing you looked at him concerned. Worried you had tied the silk around his head to tight.

“Is something wrong?” You asked, breaking out of your dominant character. Jimin was always extra sensitive after edging and teasing himself.

“Need to be inside you Noona. It hurts” Knowing exactly what Jimin meant you aligned your entrance with his cock. As you slowly began to lower yourself down his cock, you let out a low moan, as so did Jimin. You never got used to his size, especially if Jimin did not finger you or eat you out beforehand. His hands were gripping your thighs tightly, nails almost digging into your flesh from all the pleasure he was receiving as you bottomed out on top of him. Staying there for a while, getting used to him inside you, Jimin took this as the perfect opportunity to feel your body. Hands slowly making their way up your body. Caressing your love handles as they made their way around to your ass. Taking hold of it, Jimin loved that his hands could never fit all of your ass in his palms. Always plenty for him to touch, grab and kned.

“I love your ass so much. Do you know that Noona?” Smiling at his praise, you lowered your upper body so you could kiss his lips, your arms resting on either side of his face. Your plush stomach pressed firmly against his abs.

“Can’t ever get enough of it, the way it jiggles as I take you from behind. I almost cum at the thought of it,” he confesses to you and you kiss him again.

“So that’s what got you in the mood tonight?” You teased as you slowly began riding him, stilling laying on top of him as he tightened his grip on your ass. Massaging it. You almost wished you could see his eyes as he smiled at your teasing. Wanting to see his full expression.

“Amongst a lot of other things.” He said and smiled. You kissed the outer corner of his lips.

“What else then?” You asked him and he slightly tilted his head, letting out a sigh.

“Well… for starters... That dress shows off every single one of your curves. You might as well be naked.” Chuckling at his response he brings one of his hands around your back to unhook your bra. Feeling your back on his way up.

“Your breasts were nearly spilling out every second you danced. Had to control myself and not drag you into the nearest bathroom.” As Jimin continued praising you, he began to thrust his hip upwards, going deeper into you. You let out a low moan every time he thrusted deeper into you.

“It was so short… I could almost see your panties when you bended over… The thought of it… Fuck…” Jimin began speeding up with every word that he spoke. Soon enough he had you a moaning mess on top of him.

“Don’t even get me started on the way you looked at me… Looking like you wanted to get down on your knees for me on the dancefloor, in front of everyone.”

“I did.” You confessed and felt yourself clenching around him. Jimin moaned, trying to grab you even closer to him. Pounding into you, he felt himself getting closer to the edge.

“Wanted to make my pretty boy feel good. Watch him cum as Noona took care of him” You continued and Jimin groaned.

“Fuck Noona… I don’t think I can last any longer… Will you please let me cum? I promise I’ll make you feel good afterwards… Fuck… Please... just let me cum… I promise.” He pleaded and when he looked so pretty begging for you. A blindfold covering his eyes. His hair a mess. Lips plump and slightly open, you could not deny him. Taking one of your hands around his throat, you applied a slight pressure as he began thrusting even harder into you. Edging him, as he air in his lungs slowly began to run out.

“Cum.” You commanded and as soon as you gave him permission, Jimin let himself go. With one last deep thrust into you, he almost saw stars as the air in his lungs could not quite reach him as you choked him. His hands digging into your ass, probably leaving a few marks by how hard he was holding you. As his grip on you began to loosen you let slowly go of his throat. He took a deep breath as his whole body slumped down onto the mattress. Removing the blindfold from him, Jimin squinted as the bright light hit his eyes.

“You did so good.” You praised as you pampered light kisses all over his face. Smiling, Jimin brought one of his hands up to your face to hold it so he could easily find your lips. Capturing them, he smiled into the kiss.

“I’ll make you feel so good. You have no idea.” Jimin whispered into the kiss. Removing your lips from his you let out a small yawn, stretching your back as you sat up on him.

“You can do that tomorrow, I’m kinda tired now,” you confessed and Jimin pinched the side of your stomach, tickling you. As you squealed and threw yourself of him, laying down on the bed next to him he quickly got on top of you. Your legs began feeling sticky as his cum began leaking out of your pussy. You were about to start complaining but Jimin began kissing you before you got the chance to, shutting you up.

“I’m gonna make you cum at least four times tomorrow as a thank you for the amazing orgasm you just gave me.” Laughing you, you lightly hit his arm as he started pampering kisses all over your face.

“Four? You really wanna raise the bar that high?” You jokingly tell him, and he stops kissing you to look into your eyes. Caressing your face, Jimin smiled and looked at you with pure love in his gaze.

“For you I would eat you for hours just to watch you cum once. Just you wait and see. I can get really creative you know?” Laughing, you shake your head and Jimin looks at you offended.

“You don’t believe me? Oh, just you wait and see.” Jimin began tickling the side of your stomach, keeping your body under his forcing you to squirm underneath him. Squealing you hit his arms as you try to get away from him.

“JIMIN!” You yell at him. “I’M GONNA SPILL CUM ALL OVER THE SHEETS.” At your words Jimin immediately stopped tickling you. If there was anything Jimin hated it was having his white cotton sheets stained in any way.

“Fine, you win this time. Shower before bed?” He admitted his defeat and you nodded at his question. The two of you got out of bed to shower before you feel asleep soundly in your bed. In each other’s arms. Loved.

If anyone wants a part 2, aka the next morning, let me know and it might happen!

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Enchanted Pt. 1

A/N: So I am a total liar because I said I was going to do a Taehyung One Shot, but I am not. I don’t think I was meant for the One Shot lifestyle. I think my problems stems with having too many details in my work :( but I hope that you guys enjoy the beginning of this Tae mini series. I am going to try and stick to 3 to 4 parts, but we shall see. Happy reading! And as always, constructive criticism is always welcome/appreciated!

Moving to South Korea on your own seemed like a good choice at some point. Especially since you came to live with a boyfriend you made online and he promised you a wonderful life in an exciting country. Of course you were too naive to see what was really happening even though your friends and family tried talking you out of it the whole time, up to the day you were due to leave for Incheon.

It was a big surprise to you when you arrived at the airport and he wouldn’t answer your texts. You figured he was stuck in traffic or on his way and didn’t want to text while driving, which is a good thing. But after waiting at the pickup curb for half an hour with still no answer, you started to worry. What if he got in an accident? Is he okay? He couldn’t have forgotten that you were arriving today because you sent him a screenshot of your flight info. Deciding that you had enough, you finally decide to call him.

We are sorry, the number you have dialed is disconnected or no longer in service. Goodbye.

“What the heck?” You whisper to yourself. You try it one more time and get the same message, your heart sinking. Is he ignoring you right now? Why isn’t he picking up? You log into your instagram to message him and your stomach twists in knots when you realize he blocked you. Your chat was no longer available and when you looked him up by username nothing came up. Tears welled up in your eyes at the realization that he was not coming for you and he just completely ghosted you. How could he do such a thing? Why would he promise to live his life with you and have you come out to a foreign country where you only know him just to abandon you? Did he mean it when he said he loved you? Or was it all just a game for him?

Deciding that wallowing in self pity at the airport surrounded by strangers was not something you were about to do, you wipe away the stray tears and get to work.

‘This is why we came with a plan.’ You say to yourself, glad that you didn’t just come without a proper plan in place and blind trust on that bastard you once called your boyfriend.

You looked up a hostel near the airport that was accessible by bus and started on your new journey. Thankfully the public transportation in Korea is amazing and you didn’t have to wait long to get on the bus. Once there, you made sure you kept your ears open for the name of your stop, grateful that you were smart enough to learn some basic Korean so you can get around without a problem.

Taking a deep breath you try not to let your pain crush you and you manage to keep your tears at bay. Even though things are not going the way you planned, that was not going to ruin your plans to live in this country. You are going to make it work and show that bastard that you don’t need him.

****3 months later****

“Hey do you think you can cover my closing shift tomorrow? I have to go wedding dress shopping with my sister.” Minyoung, my coworker asked.

“Yeah that’s fine.” You say with a smile. Any extra income is welcomed especially because rent is almost due and you’re short.

Working at the cafe part time makes you just enough for your rent, but it’s still not enough. The cafe is close by some entertainment agencies and it’s always filled with crazy hopeful fans and on rare occasions, the idols themselves. It was hard to know sometimes because most of the time they were wearing face masks, but on rare occasions they came in without one. You weren’t particularly a big fan of any of these artists but you could say that they were very talented. Minyoung was your closest coworker and she was extremely obsessed with them. She would listen to their music all the time and talk about them non-stop. It was endearing but you were lost half of the time. She tried getting you into it but you were busy with work and your side job as an English tutor, that you didn’t really have a lot of extra time available. Binge watching music videos and tv performances is a luxury you couldn’t quite afford.

Your English tutoring was what made it possible for you to survive without having to eat ramen all day every day. It was great because that way, you didn’t have to call your family and ask them for help. Your parents were no longer angry with you, but they were concerned. You assured them that you were fine and everything was under control, even though they didn’t know that you were actually ditched the second you arrived in the country. You were going to tell them, but you wanted to wait and make it seem like you broke up later on.

Now, however, you were struggling to make ends meet because the family you tutor for left for a two month vacation and you were out of that extra income for that time. So you were more than willing to cover as many shifts as possible, even if it wasn’t the same as your tutoring job. What mattered was that your bills were paid on time, even if you had to eat ramen with Kimchi every day.

You sighed a breath of relief when it was finally time for you to clock out for the day. Your back and feet were so sore, the thought of a hot shower excited your tired limbs. You bid goodbye to your coworkers as you grabbed your purse and left the building. You saw a huge black van park in front of the cafe and you felt grateful that you were off and didn’t have to help the huge group that was coming in. It looked like the type of vans that idols use, but it could also be a school group or even a church group. Regardless, you were glad it wasn’t your problem and you can go home to relax. Besides, who gets coffee this late? The cafe was practically empty now.

Your apartment was close to the coffee shop therefore your commute was short. You lived in an older building but the rent was low and your landlord was nice. She was a sweet old lady that helped you out and didn’t treat you differently just because you were a foreigner. She checks up on you a lot and gives you some banchan from time to time, which you always appreciate because her cooking is amazing.

You take your shoes off as soon as you enter your apartment and sigh at the mess you left in the kitchen this morning before going to work. You woke up late and in a rush to eat some breakfast and make some coffee, so it looked like a tornado passed by your kitchen. You were extremely exhausted and decided that the kitchen could wait until after a nice hot shower and maybe some fried chicken from the place down the street.

After your much needed shower and a clean kitchen, you were able to enjoy your fried chicken while watching some TV. You didn’t watch a lot of Korean TV, mainly sticking to streaming apps like Netflix. But you did enjoy watching the music shows from time to time and tonight was some kind of comeback stage. You watched as the myriad of girls screamed on the TV screen and rolled your eyes at the noise, extremely amused at how they idolized these people. You had to admit that these artists were all gorgeous- men and women, although you knew that the makeup was attributed to it as well. You never knew that men could be cute and sexy at the same time. These pop idols were not afraid to rock some femininity but still managed to look manly and sexy all in one. It was something completely different than what you see back home, but you were not complaining. Before you knew it, exhaustion crept over you and pulled you under without warning.

The second you walked into the cafe you could feel a buzz of energy in the atmosphere that was a little too much for you at such an early hour.

“What’s going on?” You ask Minuk, taking in the giddy whispers of some of the female staff.

“They’re losing their minds because BTS came in yesterday to get some coffee and they are practically drooling.” He grumbles, rolling his eyes at the ridiculous situation.

“They would.” You shake your head, knowing that Minyoung is going to cry the second she hears that BTS was here after she had gone home.

“When did they come?” You ask the group of giddy girls.

“Literally like a minute after you left yesterday! If only you had stayed a little longer.” Bora answers, she was the one who worked the evening shift with you yesterday and she stayed to close the shop.

“It was so amazing. They’re all so nice and down to earth.” She swooned, tying her apron around her waist.

You chuckle at her dreamy expression, thoroughly amused at the whole situation. BTS are a very popular group so it makes sense that they came to get coffee once the place was empty and they had a low chance of getting mauled by crazy fans. You had to admit that they are very talented and passionate about what they do. Since Minyoung is a huge fan of theirs, she would force you to listen to their music and stream any music video that they would release. You would oblige but you haven’t gotten too into KPOP. While you enjoyed listening to it over the speakers at the cafe, the grocery stores and basically anywhere you went, you weren’t a hardcore fan by any means. You were still trying to get fully settled in this country and your priorities were different right now. Perhaps in the future it’s something that you can get more into.

The day went by in a rush and you were surprised at how tired you felt once you finally sat down to have your lunch. Well, it was more like dinner because you were all so busy that getting a break was almost impossible. Today was the first day of the holiday drinks and it seems like all of Seoul was anticipating this day because the incessant line of customers just died down five minutes ago. You were closing for Minyoung today and you were working the closing shift with Dara. she insisted you take a break to eat something before she headed home for the night. You were very thankful because you were starving and your feet ached.

“Okay I’m all done.” You say, coming back from the back room.

“Did you chew your kimbap at all?” She teased, noticing that your break was way too short.

“It’s fine.” You waved her off, you much preferred to get your cleaning tasks out of the way to make closing easier.

“You know what I noticed? Since it was busy all day no one ground the coffee beans for tomorrow’s opening shift. I’m going to do that right now before I leave. It should take me about twenty minutes.” She informs you.

“Oh gosh, yes please. We cannot leave without doing that first. Are you sure you want to stay and do it? Your shift is basically over.” You say, not wanting to keep her here unnecessarily.

“Of course. Besides, it's dead right now and I doubt anyone is going to come in within the next twenty minutes.” She brushes you off and heads to the back where the coffee grinder is.

Thankful for the help, you decide that you should start on your cleaning tasks so you can get out of here soon too. You were concentrating on trying to get a stubborn stain off a table that you were startled when you heard the door’s bell jingle, signaling someone coming into the cafe.

“Welcome.” You quickly greet, bowing at the customer.

“Are you still open?” The deep voice asks, his eyes looking at you intently.

“Yes we are, no worries.” You say, quickly walking back to the register. “What can I get for you?” You ask, taking in the customer’s appearance. He is wearing a black cotton face mask so you can’t see his face that well.

“I’ll have a medium hot chocolate.” He says, looking right at you.

You type the order in the POS system and try not to turn red under the strangers gaze. You are a foreigner after all and you should really be used to the stares by now. One thing is seeing a foreigner on vacation, another thing is seeing them working and living here.

“Okay, anything else?” You ask, briefly glancing up to look at him.

“Just that.” He answers, shaking his head lightly.

“Is it for here or to go?” You ask as you run his card for his total.

“Here.” He says and you quickly look up at him. He just stares back at you and you quickly look back down, the heat now spreading all over your face. It wasn’t very often that people would have their drinks in the cafe this close to closing time, but you couldn’t complain. You informed him that you would bring his drink to his table and he thanked you in that deep voice of his.

You quickly got to making his drink and you carefully took it to his table. As you approached, you could see that he removed his face mask and it was dangling from one of his ears. You were curious to see if his face was as attractive as his voice. The moment you were in front of his table, your breath hitched in your throat. He was very handsome, his smooth skin looking beautiful under the cafe lighting; his hair was fluffy and it looked so soft, making you want to touch it.

“Here you go.” You say with a smile, carefully placing the mug in front of him.

“Thank you.” He says, looking right at your face. You held eye contact for about two seconds but inevitably looked away and walked back to the barista station, deciding that it was the perfect time to clean the area.

You kept glancing back to the table where the guy was and noticed that he would be looking in your general direction and that made you nervous. You hated being watched as you did your job, but he was the only person here.

“Hey, I’m all done with the coffee, I’m going to head out.” Dara says, coming from the back and breaking you from your inner freakout.

“Okay, thank you so much for that.” You thank her, glad that your workload has lessened.

“Oh, I didn’t hear the customer come in.” She says, barely noticing the man sitting at the table. “Oh my gosh.” She suddenly whispered, her eyes as wide as saucers.

“What?” You ask, looking back at the customer and noticed he looked away the second you looked his way.

Dara quickly pulled you to the back, away from his sight.

“That’s Taehyung from BTS!” She whisper-shouted, her body trembling slightly out of excitement.

“Oh. No wonder he looked kind of familiar.” You shrug, his ridiculously good looks now making sense.

“How can you be so passive about this? He’s BTS’s Taehyung!” Dara shakes you slightly, making you laugh at her excitement.

“He’s just a human being.” You reply, rolling your eyes.

You walk back out to the front of the cafe and almost jump back when you see that Taehyung is no longer sitting down but standing right at the counter. Dara eyes you nervously but says her goodbyes, leaving you alone with Taehyung.

“Sorry about that wait. Is there anything else I can help you with?” You ask, your customer service voice on.

“No that’s all, I just didn't want to leave the mug on the table.” He explains, smiling at you.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that. Thank you.” You say, bowing slightly and picking up his mug.

He stood there watching you place the mug in the sink, making you feel self conscious about your actions. You slowly turn to look at him, his soft eyes watching your every move. He held eye contact with you for what felt like an eternity but was probably about five seconds. Before you could break eye contact or say anything, he gave you a cute boxy smile, your heart beating irregularly at the sight.

“Have a good night.” He finally said and bowed, before turning around and heading out.

“..Um, uhhh, yeah you too.” You mumble, watching his figure walk out to a car that was parked across the street.

You shook your head and tried to forget the odd encounter, focusing now on locking the door and making this place sparkly clean for the morning shift… which you are working.

By the time you made it to your front door you were practically dragging your feet, exhaustion wracking your whole body. You went straight to the shower and then straight to bed, too tired to even feel hungry.

“You freaking bitch, tell me all about it!” Minyoung screeched the second she walked through the doors of the cafe, which thankfully was empty at the moment.

“Will you keep it down?” You chastise, worried that customers are going to be coming in while she is screaming and cursing.

“Dara texted me last night and said that Kim Taehyung, THE Kim Taehyung was here last night! Is that true?” She questions you, wanting all the details. She is a hardcore BTS fan after all.

“Yes, I didn’t realize who it was until Dara told me.” You tell her, rolling your eyes at her whines about how she can’t believe that you didn’t recognize someone as amazing and handsome and Taehyung.

“Okay but all that aside, I do want to ask you something.” She says after the first wave of customers finally leave.

“What’s that?” You ask, scared of what she might come up with.

“Want to come to a BTS concert with me? My friend and I bought tickets a while ago but she can’t go anymore. If you’re interested, you can have her ticket. You haven’t been to a kpop concert yet and it’s a great experience you should have.” She tried to convince you.

A concert sounded like a lot of fun, especially since you haven’t done many fun things since you arrived in Korea. Minyoung is the first friend you made and you haven’t been able to spend much time with her outside of work because you’re always so busy and you need some distraction.

“Okay, I guess I’ll go.” You give in, smiling at her excited jumping. She promised that you would have a great time and not regret it, which you hope was right.

It was the day of the concert and you were excited to go with Minyoung, even though she was literally going crazy with excitement. She coordinated your outfits in case you got to meet the boys; which you knew was almost impossible but you let her be with her wishful thinking. You felt comfortable and confident in your all-black ensemble, your cute skirt and top giving you a confidence you have not felt in a while, ever since your ‘boyfriend’ ditched you the second you got to this country.

This concert was unlike anything you have experienced back home and you were feeding off people’s energy. Everyone in the stadium was excited and you could feel it in the air and it was contagious. You laughed at the way everyone screamed at the top of their lungs the second the stage started to rise, indicating the start of the concert. The noise was deafening, especially since you had tickets in the pit, right below the stage. Words couldn't describe what you felt throughout the concert. These guys were not just excellent artists, they were amazing performers. The energy they radiated was incredible and you soon found yourself screaming along with the thousands of fans. You were familiar with BTS and knew the name of the different members so it was easy to follow along with the fan chants. There came a point in the concert where the members went to different parts of the stage and they were singing, dancing, being silly and waving at the fans and the cameras. You immediately recognized the member that went to your side of the pit, since he was just at the coffee shop not that long ago. Minyoung was next to you, singing at the top of her lungs while you swayed next to her, smiling at the soulful way she was singing. You were so busy taking everything in, you didn’t notice the person staring at you; his eyes glued to your face and not looking away.

“Omg, look!” Minyoung practically shouted in your ear, your eyes following the direction her finger was pointing.

You see Taehyung walking in front of your section, singing his part of the song, all while looking right at you. You made eye contact with him and he did not break away. You telt like you were in a trance, his brown orbs so tantalizing you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to. You felt as if the earth stood still and the only people in that stadium were the two of you. It felt silly to say, but you honestly felt as if there was an invincible cord pulling you towards him, strong and unrelenting. You don’t know if he felt it too, but the way his brown eyes looked at you, it made you feel like perhaps he did.

The moment was broken when he suddenly looked away and ran back to his members that were standing in the main portion of the stage again. The beginning of their last song for the night started and you watched amazed as you still felt that strong pull. Was this something all the fans felt? If so, you totally understand now why they’re so loved by them. The concert ended with a spectacular performance and you were surprisingly sad that the concert was over. Perhaps it was time for you to start finding some time to get more into this band.

“Okay, bitch! What the hell was that?” Minyoung asks excitedly as you walk back to the subway station.

“What was what?” You ask innocently, hoping she would buy your bs lie.

“Girl don’t play dumb with me, you know exactly what I’m talking about.” Minyoung was not having your faux innocence today.

“I honestly have no idea what you are talking about.” You try to play it off but it was no use. You knew she was not going to let you off the hook that easily.

“Come on, don’t be a jerk and tell me!!!!” She practically yelled, earning some glares from a few of the older people waiting for the subway.

“Okay fine.” You relent. “I honestly don’t know what that was all about, but it looked like Taehyung was looking at me. It could have just been a coincidence though.” You try to brush it off, but your heart was being fast at the memory, calling you a liar because it knew that it wasn’t just a coincidence.

“Yeah, okay, coincidence my ass. He was looking right at you and you know it.” She insists as you enter the subway, sitting down on the empty seats.

“Do you think he remembers you from the cafe?” She asks, eyes twinkling at the possibilities.

“I don’t think so. They see and meet a lot of new people all the time, I highly doubt he remembers me. Maybe it’s odd for him to see a foreigner at a show here in Korea.” You offer, not believing that you were special enough for such a successful man to remember.

“Whatever! There are tons of foreigners at their shows here. Trust me girl, I know what I saw. And if he comes by the coffee shop by himself again, then I know I’m right.” She insists as the both of you get off at your subway stops.

“Well if you insist, but I don’t think that’s true.” You say with finality.

“Yeah yeah yeah.” Minyoung waved you off, the both of you parting ways.

You arrive at your apartment and make a beeline to the shower, wanting to wash off the sweat and makeup from the night. Your mind was still buzzing from the encounter at the concert, your stomach fluttering with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Your mind told you that it meant nothing, that it was pure coincidence. But there was a small part of you that wondered if he really remembered you and the look you shared meant something more.

You fell asleep still thinking of those brown eyes, their warmth encompassing you into unconsciousness.

It was two days after the concert and you were exhausted from working two double shifts in a row. Dara had covered your shift so you could go to the concert and now you were paying her back. You also picked up an extra shift because you wanted to eat more than just ramen once your rent was paid. It was an hour before closing and Hana had just left since it was a slow night. You sat at a stool and rested your back for a second, your lower back killing you. The cafe was empty and you needed a small break before you started to clean all the tables. Hopefully you wouldn’t get many more customers at the end of the night.

“Hi, are you still open?” You hear a gruff voice say as they enter the cafe. You stood up at the speed of light and walked back to the counter, embarrassed that a customer walked in and you’re just sitting around.

“Yes, welcome.” You say, bowing slightly.

You look up to take the order of the customer and your breath hitches in your throat, your eyes not believing the sight before them. There stood Kim Taehuyng, his mask hanging from one of his ears.

“Hello, can I get a medium hot chocolate?” He orders, a small smile gracing his lips.

“Oh, of course. For here or to go?” You ask, suddenly wishing that he says to go.

“For here.” He answers.

After you collect payment, you quickly get to work on his hot chocolate. You notice that he sat at the bar and was watching you make his drink, which was extremely nerve wracking. You take a deep breath and turn around, meeting his curious brown eyes.

“Here you go.” You say and place the cup in front of him, averting your gaze.

“Thank you.” He says, his soft deep voice sending a shiver down your spine.

You get to work, hastily cleaning up the tables and hoping that he leaves soon. He makes you oddly nervous and you don’t know why. It could be the way his eyes seem to stare intently at you, but you can’t be sure. Maybe that’s the type of person that he is and it means nothing. But something in the depths of your stomach makes you feel like that’s not the case. You’re almost done cleaning up the cafe when you hear the stool scrape against the floor, indicating that he has gotten up. You look over, expecting him to be halfway to the door by now but were surprised to see him still standing by the bar.

“Can I get you anything else?” You ask, wondering why he is still here.

“No that’s all.” He says, still staring.

“Okay.” You answer, staring back at him.

The silence was very awkward and you didn’t know what to do so you stood in place. He was just looking at you and you could feel your face getting red, giving you away. Could you be blamed? He is such a gorgeous person, you really did not know how to react to him standing there and looking at you like he’s never seen such a monstrosity before.

By the grace of all things holy, he finally broke the silence.

“What’s your name?” He asks curiously, confusing you further.

You stared at him in awe, wondering why the hell Kim Taehyung wanted to know your name. After a few seconds of stupefied silence, you mumbled your name, hoping it was coherent enough.

“I’m Kim Taehyung.” He introduces himself, such a silly thing.

“I know.” You say without thinking, mentally slapping yourself for being so stupid.

He chuckles slightly and you can feel the redness coating your face once again. Great.

“Were you at our concert the other night?” He asks and you swear you have to be dreaming. None of this is real.

“Um, yeah?” You say uncertain, not understanding what’s going on at all.

“I remember you. I hope you enjoyed it.” He flashes a heart stopping smile and you swear you have died and gone to heaven. What the hell is going on?

“Yes, um, I had a great time.” You nod, the urge to pinch yourself very strong because you swear this is a lucid dream.

“Good, I’m glad. I have to get going now.” He tells you and you nod, not understanding what he wants you to do with that information. Of course he has to get going, he can’t stay at the cafe all night.

“I don’t normally do this but, I was wondering if I can get your number?” He asks and has the audacity to look shy and cute and hot all at the same time. Who is this man?

“Uh, ye-yes.” You mumble and write your Kakao id on a sticky note and hand it to him.

“Thanks.” He flashes you a bright smile and bows, waving goodbye.

You bow back and watch his frame walk out of the cafe and into the night. Slapping yourself across your face, the sting indicates that indeed, you did not dream all that up. It was reality and you had no idea why Kim Taehyung wanted your phone number.

You quickly finished cleaning up the last few things you needed before finally closing the cafe and heading home. It was a chilly night and your light sweater was not enough to stop the nippy air from hitting your skin. You power walked home and sigh in relief when the warm air thawed out your skin. After your shower, you had some leftover kimbap for dinner and settled on the couch to watch some late night tv. You were so concentrated on the show that you jumped at the sound of your KakaoTalk chime, indicating you got a message. Reaching for your phone, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you see the unknown sender’s message.

KTH: Hey this is Taehyung. Did you get home safely?

You jumped on your seat and blinked your eyes repeatedly, not believing what your eyes were seeing. Was he actually serious?

Me: Hey, yes I did. Thank you for checking in.

You sat on your couch in anxious excitement. Biting your thumb nail, you were staring down your phone to see if he would reply. When did you turn into this person?

KTH: Good, I’m glad. I was wondering that if you are available, would you like to get something to drink tomorrow night?

Oh crap. Is he serious?

Me: Sure, that sounds great.

Your knee was shaking in excitement, the disbelief coming and going in waves. Was this actually happening? What did you ever do to deserve this?

KTH: Great! I’ll text you the details tomorrow. Good night :)

Me: Good night

You screamed into your pillow, heart racing at the possibilities that tomorrow will bring. You? Getting drinks with THE Kim Taehyung? You don’t know what brought this on, but you will not question it, that’s for sure.

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Day Eight: The One With The Fort

Elise woke up with a hangover, just not the type when you at least have the wild night you may not remember to show for it. She was certainly not in bed naked, with another nude person, surreptitiously checking to see if they used protection.

This was an emotional hangover.

She'd got feelings, for a boy. Man, did she hate those. The last time she had them, it wreaked all kinds of havoc, and that was just her sister's boyfriend not a world famous object of obsession. She should have known how to read the signs, that mistake had gone a similar way. Time spent together in a house, some things in common, a little tension, fear of rejection, a move, sex, secret relationship, discovery, a broken hearted sister, disappointed parents, and a transcontinental move to escape.

Ok, so this one was in a much safer place than that. Harry was a bad choice as a man to have feelings for, but for totally different reasons than Bryce. Her quarantine buddy was a bad idea because of the rejection and/or future rejection.

Did it count as rejection?

Elise felt rejected, but feelings aren't facts, as her dad liked to remind her. She supposed it was a near miss. She had gone the last 10% just like the movie Hitch had taught her. Maybe he would have finished the gap, closed the circuit, and such, and she could have felt those beautiful pink lips on hers.

But he was saved by the bell.

Instead they ate, and sat on opposites ends of the table just like she had set it. Elise liked that it wasn't a ridiculously long ostentatious piece of dead wood before yesterday. She'd even complimented Harry on it. Last night it was unsatisfactory, definitely not as close as she would have liked to be sitting.

And during cake time, which had turned out stellar, he had touched her elbow and the bones in her feet had rattled. His hand hadn't coasted to her palm, nor had he spun her into him and pressed his lips to hers. He'd just told her it looked great and handed her the knife to cut.

Elise couldn't even think about the couch.

He'd insisted that they cuddle, and had lain behind her in the unexpected big spoon position. She'd been very excited when he suggested it, thinking it was a typical boy ploy to feel her up and get to the kissing they'd almost started.

She figured she'd at least get to feel a boner.

That was an atrocious word. But everything else sounded even worse in her head.

She'd felt no erection, just the warm shape and had wanted with all her might to press back against it, but if there was such a thing as a platonic spoon, she'd just experienced it. Then Harry had fallen asleep, his head bookended by hers until his neck relaxed onto the pillow.

Elise threw in the towel then.

The little voice in her head, that sounded suspiciously like her sister, told her that good guys didn't want her, though they'd be bad long enough to take what she was offering.

She was pretty sure she'd called Jessica a jealous bitch over that. The words had stuck in her head though, and not that she was hoping to make a go of things with her sister's ex, but the idea that he was just playing on her dark side to explore his own, it just poisoned their relationship. It certainly contaminated her already fragile relationship with her sister.

Elise had wanted to go away then, needed an escape, if she left it would be better, her parents didn't have to feel disappointed everyday when they looked at her, and Jessica didn't have to feel betrayed. Hence, England, quarantine, Harry Styles.

The first several days she could not figure out how it was karmic in any way that she got to be so close to Harry Styles. Now that he had become just Harry, the lovely rich weirdo with the bad taste in books and great taste in music, she was temporarily living with, she had figured out the catch.

The universe had given her her adolescent fantasy, shown her reality was better, and then snatched it away, like ice cream falling off the cone into sand within the first ten minutes on a boardwalk. Much as she hated it, Elise also felt it was right. She'd snuck around with her sister's boyfriend, it was only right someone she'd fallen for, who was way out of her league anyway, wouldn't want her even if she was literally the only option around.

Why was self loathing so attractive in moments of reflection?

She was going to have to go downstairs soon. She could hear music, a sure sign Harry was up and waiting for company. Maybe she could heat a thermometer under a light bulb and claim sick. Little water on her face to fake clammy skin.

Then he could baby her and she could take the tenderness and not expect the kisses, or boners. Because nobody liked kissing snotty people. Could you fake snottiness? Not without props, Elise decided. Also, faking sick when in quarantine during a pandemic seemed particularly heinous.

Despite her misgivings, she hauled her sad skeleton out of bed and got dressed. When Elise found herself searching for a specific pair of underwear, she realized she was literally planning on wearing her big girl panties. That at least made her chuckle. Whatever got you there she supposed.

Most of her fretting would be for naught. He was just Harry, and he'd acted like nothing happened. She could follow his lead, right? They were forced friends, at least for the next 6 days. May as well make the best of it and not lean in to the awkward.

The stairs made the echoey sound around the bend and she avoided the creaky part and only got a low groan. She'd relaxed a bit by the time she made it downstairs.

What the fuck was his problem? Why was he shirtless? Again! At least he had on more than a towel. Fuck her life, man. Or fuck her man, that'd be the life.

She stood at the end of the stairs and gave herself a moment until he realized she was there. His back was, woah! He was very broad for someone so slim. And his chest was, ugh, and his face. She often felt like she should congratulate him on his visage, especially the way it had leaned out and squared up. He was so manly now.

Dammit, she should have found that thermometer!

"Morning." She heard him say before she had gotten out of her head.

"Good Morning." She smiled back at him. His smile was like the call for a response in songs. You had to answer it.

"Are you hungry? There's leftover food, we could throw eggs over the last couple puddings. Or coffee?" There was a weird current under their conversation. Like he was walking on the shells of the eggs he was planning to cook her.

"Coffee?" She shrugged. "I can't really think about food yet." Elise's nerves were churning her stomach. All she could think of was the near kiss and the heat of his body behind her.

"Done." He headed to the kitchen and she followed, of course. He'd pulled out the French press, something she would purchase for herself after this. And asked, "what do you want to do today?"

Honestly, she wanted to hide out. Was there a book she could fake wanting to read? Elise was sure he had some book of semi terrible prose he would recommend to her. She need but ask. Then she could hold up in her room. The downside was she'd have to see his little sad puppy face when she told him she didn't like what he did. That was one of the downsides. Elise also wanted to be around him, maybe be able to smell him, and to avoid him noticing her avoiding him. But they needed to have something that discouraged talking, or she was gonna wind up asking him what the fuck his problem was. Because, they'd had a couple moments, she was sure of it, when they worked out, when he touched her thigh, and the near KISS, for fuck's sake. There was chemistry.

Or she was going a bit crazy, and it was totally one sided, which, seemed the way it should be.

In any case, she couldn't just ask him. She wasn't usually an asker, she was a guesser. Elise's best friend Niki was direct and wonderful, she asked for what she wanted or asked people what they wanted. When they were teenagers, she'd thought it was so embarrassing sometimes, now she wished she had some of her boldness. If she could just ask it would really simplify things. Harry, do you like me? Are you having any pesky feelings? Do I make your dick hard? Any flavor of honesty would taste better than the uncertainty she was chewing on.

Instead Elise said, "marathon Friends?" She shrugged.

His eyes opened big and she looked down to dodge the power of his pleased crinkles. "Marathon Friends!"

So there they were, three quarters of the way through a series with popcorn between them when Elise said, "I think I need to stand up. My butt is numb."

"I could rub it for you? No, not an option then?" He giggled. "We could make an obstacle course?" Harry suggested gleefully, and she wondered how long he'd been sitting on that one.

"That sounds athletic. As you've seen, I'm no athlete."

"Built like one." He said and before she could really respond he'd launched into a plea. "It'll be fun, then we can build a fort and watch more Friends."

"Are you 7 at heart?" She giggled. His glee was contagious, like Phoebe's wackiness.

"Nine!" He danced his eyebrows. "But to adult this party up, let's add alcohol. I feel like I have not given you a proper look at British life and quarantine, as we've not been pissed much at all. We can play a Friends drinking game, bet there are loads on the internet!"

Oh, this was a bad idea. But maybe she'd find some liquid courage.

The obstacle course, well it went better than she anticipated, and he let her win. She cartwheeled, the one thing she had learned in gymnastics, across the finish line. He was way ahead of her when they got to the pillow sack race at the end. The idea had struck her like a lightening bolt. She could not bound like him, all that thigh strength, but she could cover ground quick another way! She managed to keep the high thread count fabric on through her revolutions. She was a little terrified of destroying his nice linen. Harry let her cross ahead of him, and he hoisted her into the air when she exclaimed "YES!"

She expected him to complain about her tactics, instead he jogged her around on a victory lap. "Well done!" He danced in a circle and put her down, his arms wrapped around her, squishing her face into his clavicle.

"But I cheated." She muffled into his body.

"We didn't make rules. You saw an opportunity and took a chance." He shimmied his shoulders, all his bottled up energy from a day on the couch coming out in exuberance. "You gotta take chances in life."

They were close, though he'd let her go. Was she supposed to take the chance now? Was that an invitation? Why did she have to do it? "Yeah, yeah, you're right." She said but didn't act.

A beat passed and he sighed and turned around, moving around exercise equipment. "Let's build this fort, yeah?" His smile wasn't forced, but she noticed he only had two eye crinkles, not the full powered four.

His hand was on her shoulder. The opportunity was still there, but yesterday's rejection still clouded up her head like an unkept pool. "Yeah." She turned around and opened the ornamental blanket storage box he had in his media room.

They worked together with ease, and had a fort that would stay up for days on its own with no roughhousing to show for it. IKEA would be proud, they didn't even need pictorial directions.

"It looks cozy!" She smiled at it.

"It's nearly perfect." He said, before jetting off. "One second." He came back with led lights and used some stylish magic to arrange them high."Now we got it. Just missing one thing."

She couldn't imagine anything missing with the attractive light on his face. This was dreamy, she'd almost forgotten that he seemed to have decided that she had to make the move. Leaving them at an impasse. "What?"

"Tequila!" He danced his eyebrows. "One sec." He jackrabbited off.

Should she tell him tequila made her way too honest, or let him figure it out for himself?

"Alright." He skidded into the tent by her side and she applauded because he managed not to shatter the tequila bottle and glasses. "This is the best tequila." He assured her. "Find a drinking game! Unless you fancy strip scrabble."

That sent her diving for the phone. That was an even worse idea than getting drunk together. It was a quick google search later and they had their marching orders.

Phoebe seemed the most reliable. They both were licking salt and swallowing top shelf shots whenever she appeared. Monica and Joey were making a good showing too.

Her stomach hurt and she was bent sideways making a right angle at his hips from laughing so hard. Elsie had forgotten! This show was so funny, and god! They were both drunk.

Rachel was having a sappy moment and it was bringing out the sap in Elise. Man, tequila also made her emotional, she'd swung like a desktop pendulum from laughing so hard she cried to introspective sadness. It didn't exactly make sense, she was definitely more the Ross in this situation. Though her pining had started much later, precisely 7 days ago.

She giggled, nothing was precise after that much tequila. Call her Tarzan with all that swinging.

"What are you laughing about?" He turned on his side to look at her, his face full of mirth, his eyes at half mast and a little red. Bedroom eyes popped into her head and she had to suck in a breath. This felt very coupley, lying side-by-side in a fort. She would say cuddling, but they weren't touching. They hadn't been, but while she was assessing their postures, she realized he'd tangled their ankles together.

Everything they did felt coupley. Because they wanted to couple up or because they were just a couple in number?

"Um" she croaked. "I was just thinking of something, but then, tequila brain you know!" She flicked her temple lightly.

"Oh, I know!" He was jolly and she thought for a minute of other times she'd seen pictures of him drunk. His arm was around her waist now. He liked drunken cuddles, when he was younger, which was knowledge she maybe had no business possessing but knew nonetheless. His face in her neck a moment later had her closing her eyes and sighing. He smelled good, a little like a bar, but also like cologne, and his hair was so soft. She wanted to touch it.

Maybe she had more in common with Ross than she realized. A seemingly unattainable old crush suddenly in her life, maybe attainable, available.

Her drunken hands had a mind of their own, and she ran them through the silk of his hair. It felt wonderful between her fingers. Elise twirled some curls around her pointers and was rewarded by a groan from her cuddle buddy.

"Mmmmm, feels good!" His ankle tangle had become his calf and at that moment his whole thigh had inserted itself between her legs. She'd been ignoring the dull throb there for most of today, for days. The barest pressure was on her crux and she couldn't take this. She tensed and pulled, he moaned. Her hand dropped.

She felt his breath on her neck and then his head roll back to her shoulder. "Hey! Why'd you stop."

If she turned her head their boozy breaths would mingle and it would be their second almost kiss in as many days, and she couldn't take this.

Elise turned her head.

He blinked at her slow and the tequila sunset of his eyes was intoxicating. She let her eyes come down to his lips, and when his tongue peeped out to wet his mouth, hers moved on its own, "Harry?"

It needed to be asked right? She couldn't just let it happen.

"Elise." He breathed back and moved closer.

Tequila, and mint somewhere underneath, was all she tasted. Teeth and tongue, plump lips moving between and surrounding hers was what she felt, until his larger frame pressed her back onto the floor. She felt the one thigh almost against her center become his pelvis, flush. He pulled back, looked in her eyes and gave her a soft buss, resumed the eye contact. Elise leaned up like he had water and she was thirsty. The way his tongue played along the sides of hers, sliding over the top and out before he changed angles slightly and reinitiated had her lightheaded. Her skin was tight, especially where his hands were. Her clothes were heavy and hot, at her hips, around her rips, the sides of her breasts tingled, her shoulders were his palms held her open beneath him. Elise needed water. Was panting. She wasn't even sure how much the kiss had escalated, until his lips were moving over her neck and onto her collarbone, the thick strap of her top coming down, cold air and warm kisses on the swell of her cleavage. Pressure revolving between her thighs. The well was just ahead and if they kept at it, she'd dive in. Water water everywhere, so much to drink. To drown. She stilled.

"Elise?" Harry asked from where his hands and mouth had almost reached her nipples?

"I think we should stop."

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One of Those Moods

One of Those Moods: A Captain America Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count: 1341

Rating: G

Square filled: @happystevebingo - Book Signing/ Autographs

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Steve is in one of those moods where he shuts down and won’t talk. That is until he meets some fans while you’re out on a walk together.

One of Those Moods

Steve was in one of those moods. The closed-off, difficult to be around kind of moods that when you promised for better or worse, this was his worse. You knew something was bothering him, but god forbid he actually be vulnerable for one second and let you in. After attempting to get through to him a few times the night before - including running him a bath and having him refusing to get in and him shrugging off your attempt to massage him - you had gone to bed and hoped he would wake up either feeling more relaxed or at least willing to talk to you about it.

He had not.

“Are you going into work today?” You asked as you were getting dressed.

He shook his head the slightest amount. “No. Not today.”

“What happened yesterday?”

The same tiny shake of his head, this time accompanied by him folding his arms over his chest. “Nothing.”

You sighed and pulled your shoes on. “I’m going out to grab a coffee.”

He moved quickly, grabbing your arm as you stood and turned. You were startled, both at how quickly he reached you and that he had moved in the first place. “What’s wrong?” You asked turning back to face him.

“Sorry,” he said, dropping his hand. “I just … do you mind if I come?”

“You can come.” You said, still slightly shocked. Normally this Steve was the give me space Steve. He definitely didn’t like going out into the street like this.

He let you go and grabbed his wallet and keys. When the two of you headed outside, he walked to your left but a little behind you with his hands shoved in his pockets and his head lowered.

That wasn’t totally unusual. He got spotted a lot, and so he tried not to make eye contact. Not that he didn’t like his fans. He did. But if he stopped it could become a thing. You remembered once you’d gone to the zoo with him on a date, and when the two of you had stopped to take a rest and get a bite to eat, you’d ended up with a crowd around you eighty people deep. By the time you had moved on, you thought that the people on the outer edge were just gathering and taking photos because that’s what everyone else was doing.

That was bad. What was worse was when he was bailed up by someone who hated what he was doing. When you had to stand there and listen to some nut job lecturing Steve about how what he believed was wrong. Or he was right but how he was doing it was wrong. Or he wasn’t doing enough and he should be ashamed of himself.

Sometimes you couldn’t just stand there and then Steve would have to drag you off before you incited a fistfight or something. It always affected him though. Especially when they told him he wasn’t doing enough.

So the ball cap pulled low, head down, hands in his pockets thing wasn’t a sign of his bad mood. The not being right up beside you letting you hook your arm in with his was though and you kind of wanted to stop and shake him and yell ‘out with it! I can’t take it anymore!’

But you didn’t. You just kept walking up the block toward the closest Starbucks with actual seating and not just a few stools on a bench looking back out into the street. Maybe coffee and cake would help him feel better.

You stopped at a traffic light and hit the button. Steve moved up beside you and slowly a group gathered, all waiting for the green man to signal they could cross. A mother stepped up beside Steve holding the hand of her son - a little boy who was probably around eight years old.

The little boy looked up at Steve and his eyes went wide. “Captain America!” He said excitedly and started jumping up and down.

Something shifted in Steve. His body softened and a smile spread over his face. “Hey, buddy.” He said.

His mother turned and her eyes went wide. “Captain Rogers?”

Steve smiled at her gently. “Ma’am.”

“I’m so sorry to bother you,” she said apologetically. “I just…”

Steve shook his head and gestured to the side so that the four of you could step out of the way of other people. She moved over, and the little boy took Steve’s hand in his. It was such a sweet and innocent gesture, and Steve’s large hand closed around the boy’s small one.

“It’s okay,” he reassured her. “Is there something wrong?”

“No,” she said. “I just … wanted to thank you. For everything really. But during the battle for New York. You saved my life. A piece of building got knocked off by one of those … things… and you shielded me. Then ushered me out.”

“You don’t need to thank me for that,” Steve said gently.

“No, but,” she said. “I was pregnant with this guy. So you really saved both of us. So… you should be thanked. What you do… it saves people. It gives them a whole life that they might not have gotten otherwise.”

Steve smiled and some tension seemed to leave him. “Thank you.”

“I named him after you. Steven. He’s a big fan.” She said gesturing to her son.

“Hey there, Steve,” Steve said looking down at the little boy. “I’m Steve too.”

“You’re Captain America.” He said. “I got you on my wall.”

“Do you?” Steve said with a chuckle.

“And on my backpack.” He said.

“That’s a lot of things.”

“Yeah, you’re my favorite.”

“Do you think… could I get an autograph? It would be nice to incorporate it in his room.” She asked.

“Of course,” Steve said.

She took out a notepad from her purse and a pen and held it out to Steve. He quickly scribbled out a message and signed his name, before handing it back.

“I can take a photo of the three of you if you would like?” You offered.

“Really? I mean… I feel like I’ve already been too much of a trouble.” You said.

“It’s no trouble. Really.” Steve assured her.

“Thank you.” She said and handed you her phone.

Steve spoke to you for a second and then picked up the littler Steve. You took a photo of them and handed the phone back.

“Thank you again.” She said. “I really appreciate it. Everything you do.”

“It was my pleasure,” Steve said. “It was nice to meet you.”

As the two of you began to walk along again, a more relaxed Steve walked beside you. He reached over and took your hand in his. You looked up at him and he smiled. “You want to talk about it?”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He said giving your hand a squeeze. “I know I shouldn’t shut you out like that. Yesterday I just found out that another weapon I’d taken from HYDRA had ended up being used by our side, exactly the same way. I had this profound feeling that everything I’d done had been a waste of time because every time I do something to right a wrong, the same wrong just gets repeated again.”

“But it does make a difference.” You said leaning against him.

“Yeah,” he said. “I guess it does.”

“You’re a hero, you know?” You said playfully.

He nudged you. “Shush. You’re gonna make me blush.”

You stepped in front of him and put your hands on his chest. “My hero.”

He chuckled and leaned down and kissed you. Soft yet deep and full of the love he felt for you. He pulled back a large smile on his face. “How about we get breakfast and not just coffee?” He said.

“That sounds like a great idea.” You agreed.

The two of you began to walk hand in hand again. You were back in the better part of the better or worse. It was nice and the worse was definitely worth it to be in the better.

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Hopeless: Chapter Eight

Klaus Mikaelson x OC

Warning: SMUT in this chapter so 18+ ONLY

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The day after I was bitten was spent with me in bed, re-gathering my strength. I spent most of the day sleeping and drinking the cups of blood Klaus had bought up for me. I assumed he had compelled the staff to bleed into them for me, but I didn’t say anything, grateful that he was being so thoughtful. I was even more surprised every time I opened my eyes, because Klaus was there without fail. I don’t know if he ever actually left the room, and part of me was afraid to ask because if he hadn’t I didn’t want to consider what that meant. Or rather, what I hoped it could mean. I refused to focus on the fact that my stomach had filled with butterflies, and my heart had squeezed whenever his blue eyes had greeted me when I woke up from my slumber. That day passed by quickly and before I knew it night had fallen and I was dozing off yet again.

When I woke the next morning, I jolted up with a start when I heard something banging from the floor below. It sounded like someone had just been thrown into a wall. I listened for a moment longer and realised it was Klaus having a spat with one of his men. With that I relaxed, knowing the wolf in him assured he asserted his dominance over those who worked for him as often as possible. I threw the covers off me and tentatively asked the maids to bring the bath in—I was desperate to wash off the dried sweat and blood that had gathered on my skin all of yesterday and a few hours of the day before. When I slipped into the pleasantly warm bath I realised that Katherine would be arriving in two days.

It’s fine. She’ll be here for three days and probably won’t be anywhere near you during that time. You just need to lay low and keep an eye on her to assure she doesn’t escape.

The scents that had been added to the bath helped soothe me as well as the temperature. I felt like I was lying in a meadow with the smell of roses, lilies and jasmine that were emanating from the water. I took my time, lying there until the water ran cold and then I quickly washed my hair before getting out. After dressing in a loose red dress I tied my hair up with the hair tie that had thankfully been around my wrist when I had gotten here. Once it was secure I decided to make my way out of the room to find out what everyone else was up to, and maybe convince Klaus to do something fun—Katherine would be here soon and I wanted to make the most of her absence. Elijah was nowhere to be found, but after focusing my hearing I managed to locate Klaus in the room next door to his chambers. I tentatively knocked on the door, wondering what he could have been doing.

‘Come in,’ his voice was soft and I wondered if it was because he knew it was me knocking. I shook that thought away and opened the door before stepping inside.

‘Wow.’ I breathed, I don’t know what I had been expecting but this definitely wasn’t it.

The room was full of paintings. Some were of landscapes, others of people and objects. A few were still unfinished and on easels but even I, a complete art novice, could tell they were going to be wonderful when they were finished.

‘Not the reaction my presence usually gets but I’ll take it,’ he teased, drawing my attention back to him. I could read the shyness in his eyes; I assumed allowing me to see his artwork was something that made him feel vulnerable.

‘Did you paint all of these?’ I asked quietly, my feet carrying me over to the landscape painting on the far wall. It was a picture of a meadow illuminated by moonlight. I couldn’t explain it but I felt like I could step into that painting and feel as calm and serene as I did looking at it.

‘I did.’ He murmured, coming to stand beside me.

‘They’re incredible. I had a feeling that the paintings around the house were yours.’ I admitted, not taking my eyes off the painting.

‘You’d be the first.’ I could hear the surprise in his voice, but I didn’t comment on it.

‘You have a gift, Klaus.’ My hand came up to touch the painting, following the bumps of the paint that detailed the flowers and the grass, ‘you should have galleries of your own all over the world. Why don’t you?’

I looked over to him when I was met with silence and saw that he was frowning and deep in thought, probably thinking over whether he could tell me something. I didn’t say a word, wanting him to think it over on his own and by the looks of it; he was thinking it over very thoroughly.

‘You’ve shared so much with me since you’ve been here.’ He murmured and for a moment I wondered if he’d spoken aloud without realising it, ‘the least I can do is tell you about The Destroyer.’

‘I have been wanting to ask, but I sensed that you’d rather I didn’t.’ I admitted with a sheepish smile.

‘You sensed correctly. The Destroyer is also known as Mikael or rather, my father.’ My draw dropped open in shock from his words.

‘Your father is hunting you?’ I continued when he offered a grim nod, ‘why?’ I remembered Elijah telling us about how his mother was unfaithful and that was why Klaus was half werewolf, but I couldn’t recall all the details, I’d mainly retained the details of the ritual.

‘Well, that’s a long complicated story.’ He smiled as he repeated my words from a few days ago.

‘If you want to tell me, I’d love to hear it.’ I murmured back.

So he did. He told me about how his mother had cheated on Mikael and the result had been him. No one had known of his true lineage, no one except Ester, until they had been turned into vampires and Klaus had triggered his werewolf gene with his first kill. He told me how his mother had preformed a ritual to supress his wolf side in an effort to make her discretion up to Mikael, he told me how he had tore his mothers heart out afterwards—a fit of rage had overcome him when she had called him her “greatest shame”. At that my hand had found his in a way of offering comfort; no mother should be anything less than proud of her son. He told me how his siblings believed Mikael had killed her and how Mikael had vowed to kill Klaus in a bid to rid the world of the “abomination” that he was. He told me how they had spent their immortal lives running from him, never able to settle down due to the fear of him finding them.

Just like he had a few days ago, I had to take a moment to digest everything he told me and honestly I was disgusted. Disgusted in his parents for failing all of their children, especially Klaus. He deserved better, how could Mikael be mad at Klaus for something that was beyond his control—Ester had been the one who had the affair, shouldn’t she be held responsible? As for him killing her, I couldn’t deny that I understood where he was coming from. He had told me he couldn’t understand the pain from losing a parent and now I understood why, because his parents hadn’t been parents. I understood why his paintings weren’t in galleries and being talked about by everyone, because he and his siblings couldn’t draw attention to themselves. They weren’t living.

‘I’m sorry.’ I said after a while, breaking the silence that we had lapsed into when he had finished his story.

‘For what, love?’ he frowned, confused.

‘For the miserable excuses for parents you got stuck with. You deserve better.’ I told him honestly, squeezing the hand I was still holding.

‘Thank you,’ he whispered so quietly that I almost didn’t dear him.

It hit me then; no one else knew of what he had done to Ester, and so he hadn’t had acceptance from someone that had all the facts in a long time. I realised that he needed to hear that; he needed to know that he wasn’t completely at fault for the events that had been thrown upon him and his family.

He cleared his throat and released my hand to move over to the painting he had been working on when I walked in. He had barely started on it yet, so there was no telling what it was going to be.

‘Was there something you wanted?’ he asked, clearly trying to lead the conversation into a much more unemotional topic.

‘Actually yes.’ I smiled, walking over to him with my hands behind my back, ‘I was wondering if you could do me a favour.’

‘Consider me intrigued. What can I do for you?’ He smirked, his eyes dancing with amusement.

‘Well seeing as tomorrow will be spent preparing for Katherine and she will be here the day after that, I was hoping you could give me today.’ I held my hands out as if that would convince him.

He looked up from his painting to fix me with his stare; it was both amused and surprised. But for whatever reason, he was also hesitating.

‘Come on, show this twenty first century girl the best things that the fifteenth century has to offer.’ I tried to pout to get him to cave, but his laughter implied I wasn’t successful, ‘Klaus!’

‘Alright.’ He managed to contain his laughter after a few attempts, though my irritated look almost caused his effort to wain, ‘I’d be more than happy to show you everything that the world has to offer, Evangeline, but I suppose for now we’ll have to settle for fifteenth century England.’

I felt my heart skip a beat at the implication, but I managed to gather myself and take his offered arm. I couldn’t contain my excitement as I followed him out of the house; I was getting the opportunity to experience the way life was lived before I was born and I was looking forward to it. When he led me to the carriage the caskets had travelled in I smiled in bemusement.

‘Where are we going?’ I asked after I tried and failed to overhear his words with the man leading the horses.

‘We’re not that far outside London. I thought you’d like to see it.’ He commented casually, but he smiled when I couldn’t contain my excited squeal.

‘It’s going to be weird going back to my time.’ I mused, staring at the passing scenery, ‘I’m getting used to life here.’

‘When do you have to go back?’ I looked over to him when I heard his melancholic tone.

‘After the ritual.’ I smiled sadly when he frowned, ‘can I admit something to you without you thinking I’m completely selfish?’

‘Of course.’ He smiled a little and expectantly waited for me to elaborate.

‘Part of me doesn’t want to go back.’ I looked back out of the window, not wanting to see the disappointment in his eyes, ‘for the first time I’m not waking up everyday thinking about what I need to do for everyone else. Well aside from planning for the ritual, but it’s not the same. It doesn’t consume the whole day, and I’m doing stuff for me, I’m doing what I want to do for the first time in the longest time. Does that make me selfish?’

His hand reached into my lap to entwine our hands together. I felt the familiar warmth from his touch spread up my arm and it caused me to look over to him. When I looked into his eyes I didn’t see the disappointment or disgust I thought would be present after my confession. His expression was soft, affectionate even.

‘It doesn’t make you selfish to want to do what makes you happy. If those in your life truly care about you and love you like I think they do, your happiness will matter to them, Evangeline. You do not need to sacrifice that for others—they wouldn’t want you to and most importantly, living for everyone else isn’t living.’

‘Thank you,’ my voice was barely above a whisper, because I didn’t trust it not to break with emotion at a louder volume.

‘Of course.’ He flashed his dimpled smile and leaned forward to place a kiss to my cheek.

He lingered and all I could think about was how the skin he had kissed was tingling pleasantly. Klaus pulled back a little, but only far enough to allow him to stare into my eyes. I didn’t know what he was looking for, but he must have found it through the lust I could feel on my face as his gaze flickered to my lips before he leant forward, closing the gap so that there was a mere inch between us. Knowing he was waiting for me to make the final move, I didn’t waste any time and pressed my lips to his. This kiss was different from the last one we shared. That was inspired by lust and an animalistic hunger. This was softer and more emotional; the affection we had for one another was clear, an aspect that had been absent in the woods. We didn’t know each other well then; both of us had been looking for a release. But now I could feel the way he cared for me from the gentleness of his lips moving against mine, from the way he caressed the side of my face while his other hand was tightly grasping mine. I had never been kissed this way before and it was overwhelming in the best possible way. It felt like he was worshipping me, treating me is if I were the most important thing in the world to him. I knew that couldn’t possibly be true, but I couldn’t deny how cared for he was making me feel in that moment.

I don’t know how long we were kissing for, but eventually we pulled apart, both of us a little breathless. We shared a look before he placed a kiss to my forehead and we resumed the journey in comfortable silence. It was in that moment that the feelings I had been repressing, or rather ignoring, for the hybrid came back full force and I realised… I was in love with him. That was definitely not a part of the plan.

Xxx

It didn’t take much longer for us to reach London and when we did I was practically vibrating with excitement. Klaus chuckled at me as he helped me down from the carriage, linking my arm with his as he started leading me through the streets. The cobbled streets were incredibly narrow, so much so that I wondered how carriages managed to fit through them. The buildings were built of brick and wood and I couldn’t help but stare in fascination at how different they were to the buildings in the twenty first century. My eyes greedily drunk in every detail, the bread, cloths, jewellery and fruits that were being sold on different carriages. The sounds of horses’ hooves against the cobbled roads, the sounds of men shouting in a bid to entice customers, the sounds of people merrily chatting amongst themselves.

‘You know, I’ve been to London many times over the centuries and each time I find myself amazed by the culture,’ Klaus mused from beside me. I looked over to him only to find his gaze already fixed on me.

‘Is it one of your favourite destinations?’ I wondered, curious—a man who had been alive for so long must have seen everything; I wanted to know what his favourite was.

‘Before we came back to England, Paris was my favourite place to visit,’ his stare turned affectionate, ‘but recent developments have me changing my mind.’

I blushed and glanced down, unable to hold his stare due to the intensity behind it. His thumb brushed over the knuckles of the hand that rested in the crook of his arm. I smiled a little and looked back up at him.

‘I’ve never really travelled anywhere, but I think England is always going to be my favourite.’ And I honestly did; I would always cherish that moment with him.

He smiled softly and placed a kiss to my forehead before leading me further down the street as he continued to talk.

‘I’ll take you,’ his dimpled smile greeted me when I looked over to him in surprise, ‘anywhere you wanna go.’

My heart leaped in my chest and my stomach filled with butterflies, but I forced it down. I shook my head as a light laugh tumbled from my lips, ‘as enticing as that sounds, you know you’re going to forget about me as soon as I leave.’

I started when he pulled me to a stop in the middle of the street, his hand came up to caress the side of my face and I couldn’t help but lean into his touch.

‘Evangeline—,’ I couldn’t help my irritated frown when whatever he had been about so say was cut off by me being shoved from behind. I was pushed into his chest and the intense stare that had been on his face a moment before fell into anger. His eyes tried to find the culprit over my shoulder, but they were long lost in the bustling crowds.

‘I’ve seen London,’ I murmured, drawing his attention back to me, ‘what else is there to see, Lord Klaus?’ I smiled when he smirked at my teasing.

‘Not so much of what to see, but more what to do.’ He said ominously, leading me back to the carriage that had bought us here.

Xxx

‘Okay, I might have been good at the sword fighting activity…’ I trailed off as my eyes flickered between the crossbow and the smirking hybrid a few feet from me, ‘but there is no way I’m gonna be able to do this.’

‘Patience, love.’ I didn’t need to look at him to know he was smirking at me.

I took the stance he had shown me again, my right foot forward, with my left hand holding the crossbow. I made the arrow match up with the apple Klaus had nailed to the tree in front of me earlier—it was my target. I growled when I missed it again. It didn’t even hit the tree!

‘I refuse to let archery beat me!’ I muttered, picking up another arrow but when it missed I looked over to Klaus, arching my brow at his amusement, ‘what am I doing wrong?’

‘Don’t close one eye when you take your aim, use both eyes to line up the arrow with the target.’ He stepped over to me and placed his hand on the arm that was holding the crossbow, ‘and your arm isn’t straight, it needs to be lower.’ He moved it into the correct position before standing back and nodding for me to give it a shot.

I took a second to let the tingles that lingered on my arm from his touch to fade. After I took a deep breath, I was ready and I lined up the shot and released the arrow. When it went straight through the apple I couldn’t have stopped my grin if I tried.

‘Just call me a professional archer.’ I cracked my knuckles after placing the bow down.

Klaus chuckled and shook his head fondly, which made my cheeks darken with colour. I cleared my throat and offered him a bright smile when he looked over to me, his dimpled smile still playing on his lips and I couldn’t help but be hypnotised by them for a second before my eyes flickered up to his.

‘Now I’ve mastered archery,’ I smiled a little when he chuckled at my exaggeration, ‘what else should I try?’

He just sent me a devilish smirk.

Xxx

‘You’re joking,’ I sent him a look that was a mixture of amused and unsurprised.

‘Of course not, this is a tradition around these parts, love.’ He grinned and started stripping off his clothes.

‘Right. And seeing me naked is of no interest to you.’ I raised a brow.

He simply kept his grin in place and continued stripping. I turned my back when he started to remove his pants and shook my head when he chuckled. Apparently something to do in the fifteenth century was “strip and swim” in the river close to the Mikaelson property. I personally thought he had other motives.

‘You don’t need to turn around, love.’ A small gasp escaped when I felt him directly behind me, his hands rested on my waist and pulled me against his chest, ‘I don’t mind.’

‘For someone who singlehandedly took on a werewolf, I would have thought you’d be braver.’ He commented and I spun around to retort against my better judgement, only he wasn’t behind me when I did.

I heard the unmistakable splash of water and looked over to see him sending me a mocking wave. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.

‘Give me one reason as to why this is a good idea.’ I murmured, fighting down the insecurity that was trying to claw its way to the surface. I expected him to give me a funny answer, but he must have read the reluctance on my expression, because his next words were serious and soft.

‘Because we only have today, Evangeline,’ his expression was forlorn, ‘and I’d like to make the most of it while we still can, as we both know when you fix what you came here to fix, you’re never going to want to see me again.’

I looked away from his gaze for a second before turning back to him and gesturing, ‘turn around.’ His expression became amused before he complied with my instruction.

In that moment I was grateful for my vampire speed as I stripped off my clothes and added them to his pile. I flashed into the water and came to a stop behind him. With a hand on his shoulder, I turned him around and lowered my guard so he could read the sincerity behind my next words.

‘What you said isn’t true.’ I smiled sadly, ‘I told you before, a part of me doesn’t want to go back to my time and that isn’t because I prefer this century. It’s because of you. It’s because you make me happy and you make me feel alive. It’s not that I won’t want to see you again, it’s that you’re going to forget about me when I’m gone. And why wouldn’t you? You’ve lived for four hundred years already and in another six hundred you’re not going to remember my name, never mind my face. And I don’t expect you to. But I’m grateful that I got to know you now and… I’ll never forget my time here and I definitely won’t forget you.’

I took a deep breath to stop the tears in my eyes from falling and forced a smile to my face. I nodded, pleased that I’d finally said what I wanted to say, well aside from the fact that I was in love with him. But that could wait until the last day, so I didn’t have to feel my heart break when he didn’t say it back. His index finger came to my chin and gently forced me to meet his gaze. The expression that greeted me was softer than I had ever seen it, and his eyes were also shining with tears.

‘I will never forget you, Evangeline. You’re unlike anyone I have ever known. You’re brave, smart, empathetic, kind, compassionate, determined and beautiful. You came here to destroy me and rather than sending yourself home when your plan failed, you stayed and offered an alternative idea to save your family and friends and to rid me of a curse that I have had to live with for almost five hundred years. Despite what I have done to you, you’ve not treated Elijah or I with disdain or hatred, which we most likely rightfully deserve. I don’t want you to go, but I know you have to.’ His thumb ran along my bottom lip before his hand came to caress the side of my face, ‘I can’t promise you that we will find each other in the future, but I give you my word that if we do… I will never let you go again.’

The tears I had fought so hard to keep at bay were streaming uncontrollably down my face. Klaus’ other hand came up to my free cheek and his thumbs wiped the moisture away. His forehead rested against mine and I once again found myself hypnotised by his tantalising red lips.

I could feel his gaze on me, warming me from the inside out and my eyes met his for a moment, both of us sharing a look of lust and affection before we moved towards each other at the same time. Our kiss was charged with promise and passion that made me want to stay in this moment forever, in the stream in the middle of the woods where none of our problems could reach us. It was just me and him being consumed by each other. My hands slid from his shoulders and up to his shoulder length hair, tangling in the curls and bringing pressing his mouth harder against mine. Neither of us broke from the kiss when his hands went to my waist and lifted my legs to wind around his hips. He walked us out of the water and laid me on the bank not far from where our clothes rested.

I removed my hands from his hair and allowed them to feel the skin of his shoulders, his arms, and his back. My own skin burned under his touch as he caressed my waist, stomach and legs. I moaned when his touch moved to my breasts, kneading them gently. His lips moved from my lips to the crook of my neck, nipping and sucking. When he found the spot behind my ear, my back arched without my consent. I felt his grin against my skin, but I couldn’t find it in myself to be annoyed by his arrogance in that moment, if anything it made me hotter.

When his hand moved in the direction of my core I stopped him by grabbing his wrist. Klaus’ eyes met mine and I could see the uncertainty in them, but I reassured him with a soft smile. I knew my eyes were burning with my desire for him.

‘I need you, Klaus.’ I murmured, hoping he understood that in that moment I didn’t want to take our time, I wanted him; I needed him then and there.

His hesitation disappeared and the smile that lit up his face was a mixture of desire and pleasure. When he took position and prepared himself to enter me, my hands returned to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he slid inside at a pace slow enough to make me moan. We paused when he completely filled me, both of us appreciating the feeling of us being joined together, of us finally taking this step with one another, before he started to move. The pace was slow and I can honestly say I have never felt such a strong connection like I felt as we moved together, staring into each other’s eyes with our bodies working as one. It was as if we had been intimate a hundred times before. I’ve never known such chemistry, such compatibility with anyone. It was both terrifying and exhilarating. We reached the end together, my nails scraped down Klaus’ back hard enough to break the skin. His hands gripped my waist hard enough to bruise. His forehead fell to my chest and my head fell to the grass underneath me. My hands went to his hair and his wrapped around me as we both collected our composure and waited for our breathing to return to normal.

I found myself hoping as I lay there, surrounded by Klaus’ comforting scent and warmth that we would cross paths in the future. Because I was certain if we found each other, I wouldn’t want him to let me go either.

Xxx

‘Niklaus, there you are!’ Elijah’s voice caused the both of us to look over to him. I ignored his arched brow when he noticed our joined hands.

‘Well, brother, you found me.’ Klaus smirked, his eyes glittering with mischief.

‘We have things to prepare—,’ the elder Mikaelson was cut off by Klaus raising his free hand.

‘Please, Elijah, not today. We have all of tomorrow to make preparations for the doppelgänger’s arrival.’ Klaus waved him off and stepped around Elijah, pulling me with him.

I pretended not to notice Elijah’s apparent suspicion with Klaus brushing off what he usually treated as an important matter. To diffuse the tension I could feel growing in the room I decided to leave the brothers for a moment, using the excuse of needing to get ready for dinner. Neither bought it, but they didn’t say anything. Before I could completely leave them in the living area, Klaus pulled me back to him and placed a chaste kiss on my lips that caught me by surprise. By the time I recovered, Klaus had a smug grin on his lips and I just left them both after I rolled my eyes and desperately tried to suppress my own smile.

As I closed the door to my chambers I couldn’t shake the foreboding feeling that threatened to overcome me. It reminded me that the closer I got to Klaus, the harder it was going to be to potentially lose him when everything was over. I knew what he said in the water, but the insecure neurotic side of me was telling me that while he may mean his words now, six hundred years could change a lot. He could be with someone else, he could never find me again, and as much as he denied the possibility, he could forget me.

I shook away my depressing thoughts and comforted myself with the fact that we had right now. I had these moments, these memories to treasure forever even if he never found me again, even if he forgot me, the way if felt for him… it was worth it.

Klaus’ POV

I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face. Evangeline was exquisite, but it wasn’t the new level of intimate that we had reached that was responsible for my good mood, though that was certainly a part of it. It was her confession, when she said that I made her happy and made her feel alive. She didn’t want to go home because of me. As I sat at her bedside when she was recovering from her wolf bite, I suspected then that my affection for her was more than me fancying her, but the elation I had felt this afternoon after her admission made me certain. I was in love with her.

‘You seem to be in a particularly good mood.’ Elijah’s comment pulled me out of my thoughts. When I realised what he said, my grin only grew.

‘Do I?’ I wondered over to the alcohol and poured myself a cup, hiding my smirk behind it.

‘Yes. And it doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together.’ Elijah mused, his eyes flickering to the door Evangeline had left through and back up to me, ‘you care for her quite a bit don’t you?’

‘I don’t believe that’s any of your business, brother.’ The happiness disappeared from my expression to be replaced with anger and warning.

‘You definitely care for her. I would even say you love her.’ Elijah wasn’t one to be deterred by my anger. I knew he was baiting me, carefully selecting his words and observing my reaction.

After five hundred years together, Elijah knew me better than anyone. It was both a blessing and a curse. When I didn’t say anything in response to his words, I could tell that he had figured it out before he even spoke.

‘You do love her.’ He realised, his eyes flickering over the tight grip I had on my cup and the annoyance in my eyes, ‘while I’m happy for you, brother, I must warn you about the danger of losing sight of your goal.’

His confusion was clear when I laughed. I subdued my amusement when his puzzlement transformed into frustration.

‘Trust me brother, Evangeline is the last person who will distract me from my goal.’ I smiled knowingly but I refused to elaborate. Evangeline had told me that he didn’t betray me, but I didn’t want anyone to know where she truly came from.

Evangeline and I being the only ones who knew, it gave us power over what could be changed. If Elijah knew, he would want to save Katarina and he would want to make sure that she didn’t have to be on the run for the next five hundred years.

However, I had a plan to make sure that Katarina followed the same path that she took to bring her into Evangeline’s life. The doppelgänger needed to run from me in order to meet the Salvatore brothers, because one of them was responsible for keeping her sister alive. And Katarina needed to go to Evangeline’s town to assure that she turned her. I would of course have eyes and ears on her at all times and when she had fulfilled her purpose I would grant her her freedom. Apparently Elijah would take a liking to her, and I wouldn’t stand in his way longer than necessary. Provided my brother wasn’t getting on my nerves at that point in time.

I idly registered that Elijah left the room as I finished my drink and poured another—he knew better than anyone that if I didn’t want to reveal information, trying to get it would be a waste of time. It appeared whatever he had needed to tell me about the doppelgänger wasn’t important after all. I drank what was left in my glass with one gulp and quickly poured myself another. After focusing for a moment, I could hear Evangeline was in her chambers and the sounds assured me she was getting ready for dinner. I hoped she hadn’t been listening to our conversation.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want her to know, it was that I was afraid of what would happen if she did. I hadn’t been in love with anyone for a long time. The first girl I had been interested in was Tatia. She had been beautiful, seductive and manipulative. She had played my brother and I against each other successfully for a long time, but in the end we recognised the sacred bond of family. Giving her up hadn’t been that difficult because I hadn’t been in love with her.

Then we became vampires.

After ten years constantly running we decided to settle for a while in a castle in England. We had taken the place of those we had killed. It was there that I met her. Aurora. At first I had been consumed by her beauty and it had blinded me from her faults. She was selfish, cruel and vindictive. But I didn’t realise that until it was time for us to leave, when Mikael found us again. I had asked her to flee with us and she laughed in my face and told me that now she had what she wanted, she wasn’t going to live her immortal life on the run. And as soon as the words had left her mouth, I saw her time together but through eyes that weren’t blinded with love and infatuation. Thanks to my epiphany, I was able to cut ties with her and that is the only time I’ve ever been grateful that Mikael forced us to flee.

Since then, women had been nothing more to me than food and pleasure. At least until a week and a half ago, when I came across Evangeline in the woods. When I found out that she had come here to kill me, I should have ended her life then and there. But I didn’t. I still couldn’t say why. Something about her bravery and defiance intrigued me. She had known who I was and what I was capable of and yet even when she tried to run from me, she refused to let an ounce of fear show on her face. From there my interest had grown into affection and love. And I was absolutely terrified.

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let me love you ; Bang Chan

request: Annyeeoonggg, please do fluff #22 and angst #3,5, 12, 17; Skz- Chan; bad boy au, where he has a reputation in the school and you as a good girl, he hides your relationship because of his reputation and you get sick of secret dates and decided to confront him the it turned into an argument, then the two made up. Please a fluffy ending!, thanks! Love u lots!!

pairing: bang chan x female reader

genre: angst, fluff

words: 1,430

a/n: kinda rushed but i hope you like this one! title came from wayv’s new song stream take off!

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You knew how your relationship with Chan worked. He told you beforehand. You were both from a different crowd, this wasn’t a huge deal to you since you knew who he really was on the inside. Chan had this bad boy image to the entire campus and you were this goody two shoes girl. You thought that everything would be okay, agreeing to what his conditions were. It wasn’t heavy at all, just don’t be seen in public together.

It really didn’t bother you at first, also wanting a low key and private relationship but as time passes by, you felt everything change.

It hurts you every time Chan would pass by you as if you were garbage on the pavement. Not sparing a glance in your direction, with girls fawning over him from a far. Sometimes even making fun of you but when you talked to him about it through text he told you it was a joke and he didn’t mean it. You believed him of course, you liked him a lot and you didn’t want to lose whatever was going on between the two of you.

Thoughts would even fill your head, all these beautiful girls practically lining up to even have a taste of your boyfriend, not knowing how he was taken by you. You’ve talked to Chan about this, only to end up with you crying and him telling you how he would never pick anyone over you, that he belongs to you only.

Dates were the hardest to achieve. Mostly just the two of you spending time in your room or at a fast food place far from home. Meeting at the back of the school was your least favorite spot, feeling like it was so illegal to even date Chan. You didn’t give it too much thought, thinking that at least you got to spend time with him. You even think he didn’t want to be seen with you in public, this to which you argued about a lot but he would assure you that, that wasn't the case. You believed him, you always do.

Despite all the rumors you used to hear about Chan, you felt safe and secure with him by your side. Knowing how you can trust him fully, without doubting he’ll ever hurt you. You thought of him so highly, as if he hung up the stars in the sky.

“Chan?” You mumbled, as both of you laid on your bed, arms around one another with a comforter over your bodies. Chan let out a hum in response, hand caressing your back. “How long do we have to keep hiding?”

Chan lets out a noticeable sigh, his arms pulling away from you. “Why do you keep bringing this up?” He sits up, running his hand through his hair with his back facing you.

“Well I have to at some point. We can’t just keep hiding forever, Chan.” You exclaimed.

“Yes! yes we can! We’re graduating soon can’t you hold on until then.” Chan faced you. Seeing how tired you are from all the hiding and sneaking around.

“Soon? You call five months soon? What's the point of hiding, Chan?” You questioned.

"I- I just can't okay Y/N? I thought you understood this."

"If you cared about me, you wouldn't do this." You frowned.

"Bullshit, you know I care about you more than anything." Chan raised his voice.

"Then why can't we just-"

“Y/N, please, I promise this will be over soon and everyone will know. Just not now.” Chan stood up from your bed, grabbing his jacket that was placed on the desk. His hands reached to grip the doorknob but he froze once he heard you and pulled back.

"Stop making empty promises." You mumbled, more to yourself but he heard you loud and clear.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” was all Chan said before he left you alone.

Walking through the halls of your school, at the corner of your eye you caught your boyfriend’s bright blonde hair, leaning against some lockers with this, most likely, desperate girl clinging onto him. You felt bad spying on him but you had the right to at least know what was going on. You went closer, hoping to somehow hear what they were talking about.

“I think you look so hot, especially with your blonde hair.” The girl purred, making you cringe on the inside.

You were so used with how girls acted around him, trying to score Chan. Before he met you he probably would've said to their offers. But he does have you, you were his everything and that wasn't going to change.

“Uh, thanks.” Chan scratched the nape of his neck. “You look okay, too, I guess.” He responded. The girl clinging around him let out the most annoying giggle you have ever heard.

"Want to hang out at my place after school?" You smirked at her sentence, laughing at how she thinks she even had the chance.

"Sure." Your smirk dropped as soon as you heard Chan's response. You froze in place, tears brimming your eyes. You gripped on your bag, running the opposite direction.

You found this tree at the side of your campus, seeing it as a haven you could stay for awhile without people bothering you, as if anyone would even. You sat there, eyes closed. Enjoying the soft breeze that would pass by.

Your mind kept replaying the scene that you just watched unfold before you. You felt betrayed of how Chan agreed. You probably shouldn't be too quick to judge but you knew her words meant something underneath them. You weren't naive. Feeling a presence in front of you, you opened an eye, staring at the person in front of you before closing your eye again.

"What do you want?" You asked, not really in the mood to speak. Just wanting to be alone.

"What are you being so grumpy for?" Minho laughed, before taking the seat beside you. "Everything okay?" He asked.

"Yes." You let out, but soon felt tears rush to your eyes, "No." You choked back.

Minho grabbed your head and placed it against his shoulder. He was the only person who knew about you and Chan together. Minho was more than shocked when he found out, threatening to beat him up if he ever hurts you.

"Is it him?" Minho asked, gripping his hand in yours while stroking it softly. You nodded at his words.

"I didn't think it would be this hard you know. And it didn't even matter to me at first but as it kept going, he treats me as if i was nothing here in school but when we're alone together, he treats me as if I'm his entire world." You paused, "It feels like a crime to be seen out with him. It hurts." You cried out, leaning onto Minho for comfort, which he gave you.

Chan saw you, watching you from afar. Seeing you break down on Minho and he couldn't do anything about it.

You told Minho you would be heading home, not feeling the best and he understood. Even offering to drive you home but you told him you were gonna be fine and you'll text him. Arriving at your house, immediately plopping on your bed. Drifting into sleep as your eyes felt tired.

Chan went over to your place, your mom knew who he was so she let him right up to your room. Knocking gently, not even waiting for a response. Chan saw your frame hunched up on the mattress. Walking over to you he gently woke you up. Your eyes flutter open, his smile greeting you immediately, mumbling a small "Hi." to him.

"Can we talk?" Chan slid in bed with you, pulling you close to him.

"Sure." You responded, fully awake now.

"I saw you today. Crying by the tree." Chan paused, "I just want to apologize. How I reacted yesterday was unreasonable and I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. I'm so sorry, Y/N."

You smiled at him, "It's okay, baby."

Chan felt relaxed at how you called him, taking his hands in yours, "It wasn't. I just- I, you," He stopped, letting out a shaky laugh, "I love you."

Your heart beat rapidly at his words, blood rushing to your cheeks as a smile made its way to your lips. "I love you too, Channie."

Chan wasted no time on pressing his lips against yours. His kiss was filled with love and passion. Pulling you even close to him. Enjoying the moment he has with you. "I'm telling everyone."

"What?" You looked at him as if he was crazy.

"I want our relationship to be public, you deserve to be showed off. I want everyone to know you're mine." Chan brought his lips to yours once again.

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THIS MEANS WAR (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Summary: It’s been nearly two years since the war with the Saviours ended. You and Daryl now ran the Sanctuary together and for once life was starting to look good. However, little did you know, your whole world was going to come crashing down around you very soon and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Jesus’ Twin Sister!Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Blood, guts, language (just usual twd warnings)

A/N: ***SPOILERS FOR SEASON 9 OF TWD***

Chapter 2-

You decided to stick with Rick and this new group of people and it turned out to be the best decision you ever made.

You met a lot of new people, many who became like family to you now. But, you also lost a lot of people along the way and you wouldn't be where you were today if it wasn't for them.

Your group had been through hell and back to say the least. You survived the Governor, the cannibals at Terminus, the Wolves that attacked Alexandria and the Saviours. And through all of that you still managed to find your twin brother, Paul. Against all odds you had found your brother in this new world, well more like he found Rick and Daryl, but same thing.

You and Rick became best friends after that day in Atlanta while you were stuck in the tank. The two of you always helped and looked out for one another, but it was Daryl who you became closest too.

At first you weren't too sure about the other archer. He was rough around the edges and had a hot temper, but slowly he began to let you in and you started to see Daryl for who he really was.

You knew about his abusive past, you had seen the scars on his back that his own father had put on him. He had a rough life before the whole world ended, but he never lost who he was; a good man with a heart of gold.

As the years went on the two of you became good friends, but it wasn't until you found each other again after the fall of the prison that your true feelings for each other were revealed and you had been inseparable ever since. Which was why right now you were lying awake beside him in your bed at Sanctuary.

It's been a year and a half since the war with the Saviours ended, but nothing felt the same anymore. Rick had put you and Daryl in charge at the Sanctuary, saying that if anyone could get Sanctuary back up and running it was you two.

You still hated the fact that Rick and Michonne decided to let Negan and the rest of the Saviours live. Even though Negan was locked in a cell for the rest of his life and his people weren't allowed to carry guns, it still didn't sit right with you and you knew Daryl felt the same.

Alexandria, Hilltop, Kingdom, Oceanside and Sanctuary all traded and helped each other out, but it just felt wrong being so far away from your family.

It had been weeks since you last saw Rick and probably months since you last saw your brother. You hated living at Sanctuary, you never liked being stuck behind the walls at Alexandria and Sanctuary was no different.

You and Daryl were better out there, neither of you liked being cooped up inside the fences of Sanctuary with people you mostly hated. But, you understood why it was so important to make sure the Sanctuary didn't fail and why Rick wanted it to work so badly, but you were getting real close to giving up.

You laid on your back staring up at the ceiling, the room you shared with Daryl lit up by a singular candle light on your bedside table. You could hear Daryl's soft snores from beside you as you turned your head towards him to find him facing you, his long hair covering most of his face as he slept peacefully.

You could never get a full nights sleep at this place and you knew Daryl sometimes had difficulty sleeping here as well. Hell, he was held hostage and tortured at this very place only a couple years ago for crying out loud, yet he seemed to be handling it better than you.

With a sigh you slowly climbed out of bed, being careful not to wake Daryl as you pulled on your jeans and boots, and clipped on you belt containing your handgun and machete.

You grabbed your compound bow that you had leaning against the side of the bed before making your way out the room as you quietly closed the door behind yourself.

You and Daryl didn't live in the main building of Sanctuary like everyone else, the two of you lived in the small room above the garage beside the main building.

Neither of you wanted to sleep in that building, so when Arat suggested for you guys to take the hut above the garage you both jumped at the idea.

You walked down the stairs slowly since you could barely see where you were stepping before you reached the ground floor, grabbing a flashlight from the work bench.

Flicking the torch on, you quickly scanned the garage making sure all the motorcycles and tools were still all there before you made your way outside, walking towards the front gate.

You could see the outline of the man on guard as he slowly paced the front gate. His hand resting on his knife sheath as scanned the edge of the woods outside the fence with his torch.

"Morning, Boss Lady." Jed's voice suddenly called and you were half surprised he could tell it was you since you could barely see him in the dark night.

"Everything all good out here?" You asked not bothering to greet him back, you knew he was only pretending to be friendly.

"Been fairly quiet." He answered as you finally reached the front gate and nodded in response before opening the gate and walking out.

"You walking the perimeter again? Didn't you do that early yesterday morning too?" He questioned, shutting the gate behind you as he stared at you though the wire mesh.

"Yep." You simply responded and began walking off following the fence line of Sanctuary.

Jed was right, you did do this yesterday, in fact you did it most nights when you couldn't sleep. There was just something about being outside the fences and killing the occasional walker that seemed to relax you, as stupid as that sounds.

By the time the sun started to rise you managed to walk nearly five laps of the fence line before you wandered back into Sanctuary and began working on your quad bike in the garage.

Over the years you slowly got to know your way around car engines along with motorcycles, thanks to Daryl. But, you were nowhere near as good as him, you would much rather stick to construction work which you knew you were good at.

A few Saviours slowly joined you in the garage working on other bikes and vehicles, but they didn't speak to you unless they needed help with something.

"Mornin', sunshine." Daryl's voice called, appearing behind you as he kissed the top of your head.

You smiled glancing over your shoulder to find Daryl standing behind you, holding his hand out for you to take.

"Good morning." You greeted taking Daryl's hand as he helped you to his feet before handing you the rag he had tucked in his back pocket.

"Thank you." You said as you wiped the grease off your hands before tucking the rag back into Daryl's jeans pocket as you kissed him. Your arms wrapping around his neck as the stubble along his face rubbed against your skin.

"This is the sixth mornin' in a row where I've waken up to an empty bed. Everythin' alright?" Daryl asked as he slowly pulled away.

"Yeah, just figured I'd get an early start." You replied with a shrug, but Daryl clearly didn't believe you as he continued staring at you.

"I'm fine, I just miss being out there. We're better out there, not cooped up inside these fences. I'm looking forward to our supply run today though." You added looking up at Daryl as he quickly ducked his head and instantly you knew something was wrong. "What?"

"I want ya to stay here while we go on that supply run to DC." Daryl stated causing you to stare at him in confusion? Why did he want you to stay back? You always went on supply runs.

"I need someone to stay back with Eugene and watch this place. I don't trust none of these pricks." He added glancing around the garage at the four Saviours who were working on bikes.

"So why does it have to be me? Why can't Rosita stay here?" You questioned taking a step backwards as you leant against your quad bike, not taking your eyes off Daryl.

" 'Cause these Saviours listen to ya, hell most of 'em are scared of ya, but not Rosita." Daryl responded, keeping his voice low so the others in the room didn't hear, but before you could respond Laura walked into the room.

"Daryl. Y/N." She called walking over to the two of you and you knew something was up by the tone in her voice. Great what was broken now?

"Justin and Arat are using a walker as a scarecrow in the corn crops. Just thought you guys should know."

"We'll handle it." Daryl muttered as you nodded your thanks to Laura who was probably the only Saviour you didn't hate.

You watched as Laura left the garage before you began walking out as well. If Daryl wanted you to stay here while he went on the supply run then he was going to deal with this stupid problem before he left.

"Where are ya goin'?" Daryl called from behind you.

"Doesn't matter. Say hi to my brother and the others for me once you finish dealing with the walker scarecrow problem." You responded glancing over your shoulder towards him before walking out the garage.

You didn't know where you were going, but you knew if you stayed there then things would have gotten heated. You hated arguing with Daryl and you were glad that it rarely happened, but when he tells you to stay back during a hunting trip or supply run then you get annoyed. Especially when said supply run was to a museum in DC with nearly all your old group going.

You decided to spend most the day reinforcing the East side fence of Sanctuary. The wire fence was staring to get wobbly, not wobbly enough for it to be a danger hazard but you needed something to do to keep your mind busy. Rosita had taken your quad bike on the supply run since she didn't know how to ride a motorcycle, so you couldn't do anymore work on your quad.

You weren't sure how much time you spend working on the fence, but by the time the sun started to set you figured you should head back inside the main building of Sanctuary and make sure everything is running smoothly.

You walked through the front door of Sanctuary to find most of the Saviours all spread out around the main room on tables and chairs, either eating tea or relaxing for the night. Candle sticks lit up the building as you scanned the crowd of Saviours making sure nobody was causing any trouble.

You sat down on one of the far empty tables keeping an eye on everyone in room while you waited for Daryl and Rosita to return from the supply run.

"Rick Grimes is here!" A Saviour suddenly declared as if on cue when the front doors opened. Wait, why would Rick be here? Wasn't everyone going back to their communities after the run?

A few of the Saviours called out random things towards Rick, one even asking if Negan was suffering before you spotted the familiar face walk around the corner followed by Daryl, Michonne, Carol, Ezekiel, Jerry, Aaron and Rosita.

You stood up from the table and began walking towards the group on the other side of the room as Eugene and Laura approached Daryl.

"Hello. All was well in your absence, other than a certain cabal of Saviours slinging me some serious stink-eye, but I've compiled a list of items that need your semi-immediate attention. Y/N has already seen it." Eugene quickly explained as Daryl shook his head and kept walking.

Okay something was defiantly wrong, first people from Alexandria and Kingdom showing up and now Daryl was acting off. What happened?

"Not now, man."

"I checked out the supplies. It's a pretty good haul. You or Y/N should let everybody know." Laura tried to say, but again Daryl shook his head cutting her off.

"We ain't gettin' up on a stage 'n givin' a damn speech like him." Daryl responded angrily before turning back towards her. "It's bad timing. We just lost someone out there."

"Who?" You quickly questioned jogging the rest of the way towards the others as you felt your heart beating out of your chest with worry. It's been over a year since the last casualty, who was it?

"Ken, a kid from Hilltop." Rick answered looking over at you with sad eyes as you nodded taking in the information.

"He was the blacksmiths son, wasn't he? Shit, poor Maggie." You replied, how the hell was she meant to go back and give the news to the parents that their son had died? Nobody should ever have to go through that. "Everyone else okay though?"

"Yeah, but the main bridge got destroyed in the storm. We didn't have enough time to go the back-way home to Alexandria and Kingdom before dark, so looks like you'll have to deal with us for a night." Rick explained and you smiled with a nod. It's been weeks since you had seen these guys, it would be good to catch up with them all.

You glanced over at Daryl who was already looking over at you as you gave him a small smile. You hated how you left things earlier. If Daryl had died on that supply run, the last memory you'd had of him would be getting angry and walking off and you hated yourself for that.

"Daryl." Michonne suddenly called just as you were about to speak.

"Does this happen often?" She questioned as you followed her line of sight in confusion when you spotted the Saviours graphite on the wall; 'Saviours Save Us!' 'WE ARE STILL NEGAN'

"More 'n more since the crops been dyin'." Daryl responded glancing over at you with a questioning look, but you just shrugged your shoulders having no idea who wrote all that. How did you not spot that earlier?

"Eugene, you know who did that?" You asked turning back towards the others.

"That would be a negative."

"Justin. Clean that up." Daryl ordered, looking over towards one of the tables where the other man was sitting,

"How?"

"What do you mean, 'how'? Paint over it." Daryl responded and you could tell he was getting annoyed quickly.

"We just used up all the paint." Justin replied as if that was enough of an excuse not to worry about it.

"Then figure it out!" You snapped glaring at the Saviour before you grabbed Daryl's hand and walked back towards the others.

"We came back with farming tools, heirloom seeds. We're looking to the past to help us with the present. We're all gonna pitch in and make sure that Sanctuary has what it needs so y'all can get back on your feet." Rick announced, looking around at the crowd of Saviours as they began to applause.

"I need to talk to Rick. Are we okay?" Daryl asked from beside you, his voice uncertain as he looked over at you.

"We're good, Daryl. Go talk to Rick, I'll show the others where they can sleep." You replied giving him a gentle kiss before he walked off with Rick.

"What's up?" Rick asked as he followed Daryl up onto the catwalk away from everyone else.

"I don't wanna be the one leading these people no more, neither does Y/N." Daryl replied.

"Okay. Why?" Rick asked, leaning against the railing of the catwalk as he glanced over at his brother.

"I don't know. Bein' here behind these walls again. It just don't feel right, man. We're better out there, always have been." Daryl explained, leaning his forearms against the railings beside Rick.

"You and Y/N have kept this place together. You guys kept people in line here. We can't just let the Sanctuary fail after everything that's happened." Rick replied staring at Daryl who just shook his head.

"Man, it's gonna fail anyway. Nothin' grows here. It's a damn factory, man. Look, when Negan was around, he needed people to provide for him. It's still the same. Nothing's changed."

"It's different now. We give what we give willingly." Rick tried to argue as Daryl stared out over the lower floor of Sanctuary, watching as most the Saviours slowly wandered through the hallways towards their bedrooms.

"How long's that gonna last? Most of the bridges are out after the big storm. The highway's done. We've scavenged every drop of gas for miles. 'N we can't make enough corn fuel to run the cars or the trucks. Pretty soon, it's gonna be more than a day's ride from one spot to another." Daryl explained looking over at Rick who sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Well, it's on us to figure out how to make it work."

"Man, there ain't no 'us' anymore. Everyone's everywhere. That small group we had back in the beginnin', we could do anythin'. That was right. That's what I know." Daryl muttered turning back towards the lower floor.

"Well, do you two wanna come home to Alexandria then?" Rick asked.

"Nah. We'll go back to Hilltop, check on Maggie 'n the baby. Y/N hasn't seen her brother in months either." Daryl replied as Rick sighed.

"Well, you guys go, someone's got to take your place. Rosita and Eugene are headed to Oceanside next. Maggie's sending food, but not people, and Kingdom's got its own problems rebuilding after losing its fighters. If Alexandria sends another two people out, I could use the help back home." Rick stated as Daryl looked over at him for a few seconds before turning back towards the lower level not knowing what else to say. "We're not together because things have changed."

"Mm-hmm. The thing is, you changed 'em, Rick. But I get it." Daryl responded as he clasped Ricks shoulder before walking off.

*Meanwhile*

"The first six doors on your left are spare rooms. But, it's no five star hotel, there are extra blankets in cupboards in each of the rooms if you need." You informed motioning towards the bedroom doors to the left side of the hallway before turning back towards your friends.

"What? No balcony with a view? I'm going to leave you guys a bad review." Aaron joked causing you to laugh.

Jerry and Michonne both said goodnight as they walked into the first two bedrooms leaving you in the hallway with Aaron and Ezekiel.

"How's things going back at the Kingdom, Zeke?" You asked leaning back against the wall as you looked over at the other man who chuckled at the nickname you had given. You didn't like referring to him as 'King' and 'Ezekiel' was too long, so one day you compromised and called him 'Zeke' and he didn't seem to mind so the nickname stuck.

"Definitely getting better as the weeks pass. Henry misses you though, you should come by sometime. I'm sure everyone would love to see you." Ezekiel replied and you smiled. Henry was a good kid, he was like a nephew to you, especially now since he referred to Carol as his mother.

"I will definitely do that." You replied with a grin as he held his arms out pulling you into a hug.

"In case I don't see you before we leave in the morn. Goodnight, Y/N. Thank you for the hospitality." He said pulling away as you rolled your eyes.

"You're always welcome here, Zeke. Goodnight." You responded watching him walk into one of the spare bedrooms as you stared at the door.

You wished you could visit the Kingdom and see Henry or visit Hilltop and see your brother, or even visit Alexandria and see Judith. You hadn't been back 'home' since Rick put Negan in that cell though, you just couldn't bring yourself to do it, not after everything he had done. God, Judith must be so big by now. Would she still even remember you? You hoped so.

Suddenly, someone grabbed your shoulder causing you to jump in surprise. You spun around to find Aaron standing behind you, quickly removing his hand in shock.

"Sorry. Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." He apologised as you sighed, relieved it was just him.

"My fault, I was just on another planet for a second there." You responded shaking your head, completely forgetting he was there.

"I get that, this place still gives me the creeps even after nearly two years." He admitted and you nodded in agreement as the two of you slowly began walking down the hallway.

"How's Gracie doing? I haven't seen her since the war ended." You asked looking over at Aaron who smiled hearing his daughters name.

"She's a lot bigger now, starting to get thick blonde hair too." He informed and you grinned picturing the little girl in your mind. "I know you don't want to come to Alexandria because of Negan, but it would be really good to see you and Daryl back home."

"Yeah, I know. One day we will." You replied with a soft smile as he pulled you into a tight hug. "Hope the bed's comfy enough for you." You teased hugging him back.

"One way to find out. Goodnight, Y/N." Aaron said, pulling away as you said goodnight back before he walked into his room.

After you walked a lap of the main building making sure everything was okay and the perimeter was secure, you wandered into the garage and upstairs to yours and Daryl's bedroom. You weren't surprised to find the bedroom empty, you had spotted him and Carol sitting outside talking a while ago so you figured he was still with her.

You shrugged off your bow from your back and placed it against the side of the bed before you began getting ready for bed. By the time you had climbed under the covers, Daryl finally walked through the door.

"Hey." You called, sitting up in bed slightly as Daryl rested his crossbow against his side of the bed before shrugging off his vest.

"M'sorry about makin' ya stay back-" He began apologising before you cut him off.

"It's cool. I know someone needed to stay back, sorry for just walking off like that." You replied giving Daryl an apologetic smile, watching as he pulled off his black button down shirt before climbing into bed beside you.

"Spoke to Rick about leavin' Sanctuary. He didn't seem to happy 'bout it, but Carol said she'd run this place for a bit 'n give us a break." Daryl explained, wrapping his arm around your shoulders pulling you closer to him as you rested your head on his chest.

"Hilltop?" You asked, slowly tracing your thumb in small circles over his chest by one of his tattoos.

"Yeah." Daryl replied as he kissed the top of your head, resting his hand over your shoulders. "I know ya miss, Jesus."

"Growing up, it was always just the two of us. I hated being apart from him when all of this started, but I had feeling he was still alive somewhere. I don't know how, maybe a twin thing I guess." You said shrugging your shoulders slightly as Daryl began playing with your hair.

"I get that, my brother used to be jackass, but I still didn't want to be away from him." He added and you smiled glad that Daryl was sharing and talking about this sort of stuff. He never used to talk about anything personal to you, but eventually he started to get more comfortable around you and started opening up to you about stuff that Rick probably didn't even know.

"Merle wasn't always a jackass, he could be nice when he wanted to be." You said softly and you felt Daryl nod slightly in agreement, his fingers still brushing through your hair, slowly.

"Thank you for talking to Rick, I know you don't like arguing and disagreeing with him-" You began to say before Daryl cut you off.

"Nah, I don't. But he can't expect us to stay here, ya barely sleep 'n I can't stand it behind these walls." Daryl mumbled as you lifted your head up towards him, moving your hand from his chest up to his jaw as you kissed his cheek before he tilted his head catching your lips with his.

"Try get some sleep, sunshine. We'll leave in the mornin'." Daryl whispered against your lips after several seconds, brushing your hair out of your face as he kissed you again before leaning over and turning the lantern off on the bedside table.

NEXT CHAPTER

A/N- Link in Bio for Masterlst List, I will reblog with my Daryl Dixon Tag List, if you want to be added to the list just comment below.

Well, as you can see we start off right at the start of Season 9 and i’m pretty sure you all can guess the events that will unfold shortly for our group, so stay tuned.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I would love to hear your thoughts about it below. The next chapter should be up next weekend, but until then stay safe everyone and have a great day xx

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