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Sharing Part 1 - Rafe Cameron One Shot +18 Minor DNI

Rafe x Rafe X Reader

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So, for this, Rafe has a twin whose name is Cam. Rafe is (Curtain Bang Rafe), and Cam is (Buzz Cut Rafe).

Warning: SMUT, language, drinking, name calling, I'm not sure how to label the part at the bar… just twin shit idk read at your own risk 😂🫶

Choking, pet names, sharing kink, ownership kink, fingering, unprotected p in v, choking, public sex, rough sex, shower sex

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Y/N's POV:

"Touchdown, Bulldogs!"

The stadium erupts with applause as Rafe gets swallowed up in a team hug. The school fight song blares through the open arena as a massive homecoming crowd clamors to storm the field in celebration. You hang back slightly with the other players' girlfriends, watching as Rafe shuffles over to an equally massive #2; Cameron scrolled across his back as well. The two of you have only been dating for a few weeks, but you could tell, like quintessential twins, those two were close.

Cam was always Rafe's second call after you, no matter what, good or bad, and it almost seemed like Cam was two steps ahead. He knew how to calm him down; he always seemed to know what to say. But, then there was the rivalry; Cam knew how to push Rafe's buttons. What to say to trigger a classic Cameron bitch fit.

Rafe wanted nothing more than to win this game. You could see his chest puffed out a little more than usual, his shit-eating grin a little more sly. Rafe tugs off his helmet, skimming his fingers through his sweaty fringe as his brother removes his helmet as well.

You squint your eyes, stomach fluttering as you take in the difference from all the Instagram and Snapchat images you've stalked prior: a fresh buzz cut. Jesus Christ. Rafe pulls him in for a big hug, slapping his shoulder pads.

Your nerves creep in fast, a combination of anxieties about meeting Cam for the first time. I want to impress him. I want him to like me. I want him to think I'm good for Rafe. That's his twin brother, after all. Sure, I met Ward and Rose, Wheezie and Sarah, and that went great, but this is the big leagues. This is his twin; this is make-or-break.

But, on a separate note, should I be this nervous? I mean, in this way? Seeing Cam gave me butterflies... Maybe it's 'cause he looks so much like Rafe? I can't deny that when he took off his helmet, I felt something. Fuck, I'm in trouble.

"There she is," Rafe groans as he pulls you off your feet and into his strong arms. You cup his sweat-glistened cheeks, kissing him deeply.

"Hi, Rafey," you mumble against his sweet lips.

"How'd I do?" He smiles against your pout, nose nuzzling yours playfully.

"So damn good," you praise as you scratch your nail into his hair, pulling him closer.

"You look so pretty, baby - love seeing you in my jersey." Rafe sets you down on your feet, kissing you again before pulling you to his side.

"This her?" Cam pipes in, stealing your attention away.

"Sure is. Cam, y/n; y/n, Cam," Rafe smiles down at you proudly. You turn your attention to Cam, feeling that same flutter from before, a blush creeps in your cheeks as you see the same look in his eyes that Rafe gave you the first night you met.

"Well, shit," he rasps as he steps a little closer. Cam takes you off Rafe's hands, drawing you into his embrace, hugging you before pulling back ever-so-slightly. "Fuck, you're stunning," he praises.

Cam reaches up, fixing the little "R" pendant on your chest, brushing your clothed cleavage as he sets it in place. Your heart races at the contact between you, banging so loudly you swear Cam can hear it. "Thank you," you breathe. A grin slides across Cam's lips; Cam's smile is stunning, just like your boyfriend's. But there's a fire behind it that once again gives you the most delicious deja vu. Cam likes what he sees.

"So..." Rafe teases, head cocked slightly, arms raised, holding open your spot at his side.

"Oh shit. Sorry, Rafey," Cam snickers as he passes you back to his brother. Rafe wraps his arm around your shoulders, tugging you in, pressing a rough kiss on your hair. Cam's eyes return to his brother, a smirk spreading on his rosy lips. You look up at Rafe, catching the mirror image.

"Well, this one's gonna help me with my post-game routine; why don't you come over in like an hour-" Rafe continues to talk; Cam cocks his eyebrow, seemingly stuck on the first part of the plan for the evening. He smiles sinfully, eyes falling down your body, making you blush as you see his wheels turn. These two talk about everything; your little post-match shower session was most likely a topic of discussion already.

"We drinkin' tonight?" Cam drawls.

"Literally just said that, dumbass. Maybe if you stop starin' at my girl's tits, you could focus. Yeah?" Rafe taunts, shoving his brother away.

"Not gonna apologize," he bullies as he wets his plump bottom lip.

If Cam was anyone else, he'd gone - erased from this earth for his wandering eye. Rafe, no stranger to roughing up a guy or two on account of you - his brother seemingly the exception. "You're a fuckin' dog, buddy." Cam shrugs and smiles, owning the title as Rafe hooks his finger under your chin. "I don't blame him. My girl's perfect," he whispers before meeting your lips.

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"This is my favorite part of Game Day, baby," Rafe hums as he tears his shirt off his athletic body. You pinch the bottom of your top, drawing it over your naval. "Lemme," he smiles, stripping you of his old jersey before tossing it to the side, lifting you off your feet. Rafe pulls away only briefly to turn on the water, walking with you to the countertop. It's dim, the perfect amount of light thrown from his open bedroom door. Admittedly, it's your favorite part of Game Day as well: getting this time with Rafe, the two of you unwinding before a night of drinking, the pair of you coming down from his post-game high together.

Rafe sets you down on the cool top, sending chills up your warm body as his hands quickly get to work. One weaves into the nape of your hair while the other grips the plush of your hip. "You know I love you," he whispers as his rough fingers trace over the top of your thigh, disappearing between your legs.

"Of course, Rafe."

"M'not sayin' this to start a fight; m'not callin' you out for anything. Alright?"

"Okay," you giggle nervously. "Is everything okay?"

"More than okay," he grins. You let out a little gasp as he runs two fingers through your wetness, lifting them to his lips tasting you. "You have a crush on my brother. Don't you, sweetheart?" He whispers. Your eyes widen in surprise, lashes fluttering as he calls you out.

"I - Umm... Rafe-"

"I said, 'It's more than okay, honey," he mumbles as his fingers press through your entrance. "You don't believe me?" Your brows knit in confusion as you stare into his beautiful blues. How could Rafe Cameron be okay with this? I mean, he almost got arrested last weekend for a fight after someone bought me a shot. How is he okay with me having a crush on his brother? 'And, it's more than okay?' No way.

"No..." You whisper feebly as your gaze falls to his lips.

A smirk stretches wide, Rafe's breathing increasing with yours. "No, what, princess?"

"I don't believe you," you reply before returning your eyes to his. Rafe pouts his lip teasingly, pumping and scissoring his long fingers.

"Alright..." He shrugs, continuing to tease you. You grip Rafe's thick dick in your hand, rubbing his precum into his swollen tip as he quickens the speed of his hand, thrusting his fingers at an insane pace. "He's got a crush on you." Your pussy tightens around his digits at the sound of his words, making Rafe smile wickedly. "Baby girl..." He mocks as he moves in even closer, wrapping his muscular arm around your waist. Rafe tucks himself into the crook of your neck as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

"M'gonna cum," you whine.

"You sure, y/n," he whispers against your warm skin. "I don't believe you." Rafe repeats your words as he slows his pace, edging you; prompting you to grind against his palm, craving a release.

"Rafe..."

"Hmm?" He chuckles through a throaty laugh. "S'alright, baby. We share." Rafe baffles you with his admittance as he spears his thick cock into your drenched pussy.

"Rafe!" You wail, mouth hanging open as he circles his hips nice and slow, buried balls deep, letting you adjust to his size. You cling onto his shoulders, nails digging into his tan skin as he stretches you out. Steam swirls all around the two of you, the room burning with vapor and sex as Rafe walks toward the walk-in show, drawing back the glass door. "This could be a really good night for you," he mutters as the stream of water pours from the spout, washing over your naked bodies.

Rafe's eyes fall down your bare frame, watching as the little rivers of warm water cascade through your dips and curves, glistening over your already dewy skin. His blonde fringe hangs wet on his forehead, framing his beautiful face. You look down as well, eyeing the place where your bodies connect; Rafe's thick cock sheathed deep. "You share girls?' You whisper. Rafe moans as he presses you back into the icy shower wall, forcing himself as deep as possible, making you exhale a deep breath.

"'Course we do." He starts to pound you into the wall, making you cry out in pleasure.

"And, you want to share me?" You ask, weakly between rough thrusts.

"That not clear?" He rasps, drawing out of your cunt, whirling you around before bending you over, pounding back into your aching core.

"Fuck!" You sob, feeling him deep in your guts. You take hold of his wrists, his hands steadying your hips, clawing into the fat of your ass. Rafe spreads your cheeks, coaxing his cock in slower as he feels you tighten around him again.

"Bounce for me. Yeah?" He groans, slapping your ass before letting you take control. You throw your bum on his cock; cheeks clapping against Rafe's wet skin. Your curves recoil with each slap of his tight body against yours, knees buckling, causing Rafe to chuckle darkly as he watches you go weak on his dick. "Please," you whimper, knowing he won't let you cum until he hears you say it.

"Pretty sure you know what I want to hear, princess," he grunts. "Just tell me you want him. Tell me you want us to share you. Tell me you want his cock and mine, y/n. Let me hear it."

"Rafe."

He winds up, slapping your thigh harshly, making you scream, voice bouncing off of the shower walls. "I want him. I - I want you to share me. Fuck. I want your cock and his." You squeal Rafe's name as you gush around his cock; your entire body shaking as he keeps you standing through your climax.

"I want you to beg," he huffs, tugging your hair, pulling you close, back pressed against his heaving chest, Rafe not letting you come down from your orgasm before he starts working on your next. One arm wraps around your throat in a chokehold, squeezing tightly while the other arm binds around your waist.

"Please."

"No. Not enough," he sneers, constricting your airway with his biceps. Rafe starts rocking in and out. You can feel every ridge and curve of his cock as he gives it to you, slow and deep, making your eyes roll back. You feel yourself getting lightheaded at the lack of air, but Rafe doesn't let up his hold. "Beg."

Holy shit.

"Please, Rafe. I fucking need it," you pant wearily. "I want to please you both... I wanna feel you-" Your voice trails off as you feel your orgasm building again, vision fuzzy, mind muddled like you could fall to the floor.

"Baby? You got awfully quiet. You a'ight?" He growls; a low tone rumbled against your skin.

"I want you both to ruin me!" You choke out the words. “I'll do anything for your dick. Please.”

"Mmm... Atta girl." Rafe pulls out, taking his time with you as he looks down at you lovingly. He guides your chin, lifting your lips to his. Rafe kisses you soft and slow as you try to catch your breath. You look down at his throbbing dick, the creamy ring of your arousal rinsing off his hardened flesh, ready for more.

"You think your brother wants me, Rafey?" You whisper, biting into your bottom lip as you bat your lashes, playing into his game.

"'Course he does. That bastard always wants what's mine. Lucky for him, we're brothers... N'I play nice." Rafe loops his bicep under your thigh, plunging his cock back in. He rolls his hips deliciously slow, finding that perfect angle that makes tears leak from your eyes. "Gonna fuck that tight little ass of yours, baby. Fill you up," he groans. "We haven't done that yet? You ready, f'me? Think you can handle us both?"

You can't even form words; all thoughts in your mind run wild at the idea of having them. "You're squeezing me so tight, baby... Think you could cum for me again?" He whispers against your ear, teeth, tugging at your lobe as he draws out, slamming his cock back into your pussy. You let out a cry of pleasure, your cracked sob reverberating off the walls. "Gonna have you creamin' on our cocks all night. Just a little whore for Cameron cock, aren'tcha?" Rafe throws his hips again and again as the knot in your stomach starts to twist tighter. You pinch your eyes shut, nodding frantically as you feel your orgasm within reach, completely cock-drunk. "Say. It."

"M'just - Fuck, daddy-"

"M'just what?" He mocks your fucked-out tone.

"A little whore for your cocks. M'just a hole for you, Rafe."

"Ugh. Yes! Fuck. That's my girl. That's it, baby. Cum for me. Yeah? Cum on my cock."

"Fuck…"

"Cum." Your walls spasm around his cock; waves of your finish crashing down on you again and again as you call out his name. Rafe yours as he floods you with his seed. You can feel his dick twitching inside you, your body milking every last drop of his cum.

Rafe's forehead falls to your neck in exhaustion. "Goddamn. I fuckin' love you, honey," he breathes as he kisses his way up your neck. "Mmm… We're gonna take real good care of you tonight, baby," Rafe moans. You can hear the excitement in his voice, matching your own, but you can't help but feel a slight apprehension.

What if this ruins what Rafe and I have?

Your demeanor must have changed because Rafe notices instantly. "Talk to me, princess," he respires as he holds you tight, lips resting on your shoulder as he rocks the two of you lazily.

"I'm a little worried, Rafe. This doesn't really feel like something you'd do with a girlfriend... Someone you wanna end up with. This seems like something the two of you would do with some random girl - maybe a fling. I wanna be with you... I don't see us not being together. I'm crazy about you, Rafe," your voice cracks with emotion, making him expel a soft pity laugh like you have nothing to worry about.

"I've got no doubt in my mind that it'll be us, Y/n. Rafe and y/n...” He pinches the gold "R" he bought you between his fingers. "I'm crazy about you too, baby. You gotta know that. Yeah? Here." Rafe tugs off his gold Cameron Family ring, gliding it on your thumb instead. "I want you to have this, Y/n."

"Really?" You gasp.

"'Course. You're mine. Alright? Tonight doesn't mean I think anythin' less of you, or I'm not serious about our relationship. M'so fuckin' serious, y/n." Rafe pulls out of your pussy, making you wince; his large palm quickly soothes the ache. Rafe turns you into his chest, wrapping his towering frame in yours. "How could I not be serious about you, baby?” He mumbles warmly against your lips. You look up at him, matching his gaze. "S'no question who you belong to, honey. Cam knows you're mine. I had you first. M'gonna have you when he's gone. Alright? Just let us take care of you like you take care of me. A'ight?"

"Okay, daddy," you smile as you rest your hands on Rafe's muscular chest, trying to contain your excitement as you see his ring adorned on your tiny finger. Rafe glances down as well, chuckling to himself as he sees how happy the gesture made you.

"Looks good on you, baby," he croons. "Let's have a good night. Yeah?"

"Let's do it."

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You start moving your hips to the music; the bass bumps in your chest. Your friend quickly grabs you by your hips, turning you away from her; you start grinding on her. Your hands drift up your thighs, working back down as you roll your body nice and slow. "Where's Rafe?" One of your friends screams over the track. You smile and shrug as you continue to move. "You think you could introduce me to Cam?" She wiggles her eyebrows in your direction. No way.

"Sure," you breathe, brushing her off.

Where are they? Tonight has been fun. Cam is every bit as gentlemanly as Rafe. He asked me about school, my major, and my friends, but it was all very "normal", almost as if that conversation with Rafe in the shower hadn't happened.

Was he genuinely interested in me like Rafe said he was? Or did he change his mind? You look out into the packed college bar; a deep sea of students grinding and moving to the beat. Your dance partner gives you a sloppy kiss on the cheeks before getting whisked away by her boyfriend, leaving you solo again.

The void is quickly filled as your body is claimed by Rafe, taking you from behind. He presses his chest against your back, rough hands working up your bare thighs, resting on your hips. "You look good, baby girl," he groans. "This fuckin' body." His lips meet your neck, kissing and nipping his way to your ear as you grind to the beat. You can feel his rock-hard cock through his jeans, pressed against your ass. His rough fingers move down, drifting lower and lower, making your pulse below. "Bet this pussy's so wet," he groans, teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

Rafe applies a little more pressure, pressing his fingers on top of your clothed pussy; rubbing small circles on top. Oh my god. Your body tingles, warmth coursing through your system as you feel little spurs of pleasure between your thighs. You breathe deeply, taking in his cologne, eyes widening when you take in a subtle differences.

This isn't Rafe.

You look ahead, watching as Rafe lifts his red SOLO cup to his lips, his smirk half-seen as he stares you down. He gives you a flirty nod before tossing back the rest of his gin and tonic. You look down at the large set of hands on your body, seeing his twins matching gold Cameron ring on his finger. Cam's body is familiar, the shape of him fitting perfectly with yours, but his hold is heavy, touch not as gentle as Rafe's. His kisses are rough, sending chills up your spine as you rest your hands on top of his, guiding them closer to your sweet spot as Rafe watches on.

Cam's fingers trace your inner thigh, toying with the soaked lace of your panties. "Y/n..." He moans against your skin. You lean back against him, tipping your chin up in his. Your heart skips a beat when you see Cam's face, the sight of him making this all that more real. He looks so good, so fucking good; Rafe's double in every sense of the word, donning a black v-neck instead of a white. His gold chain lays on his chiseled chest, glinting in the laser lights. The only visible difference is his buzzed hair. Cam wets his lip, blue eyes sparkling down on yours.

He pushes your panties to the side, causing you to gasp; Cam quickly claims your lips, stealing your breath. Rafe's brother teases your entrance with the tip of his rough finger, making you whimper on his lips. He draws his hand away, bending you over. You rest your hands on your knees as you throw your ass back into him. Cam's grip tightens on your hips, pulling you closer; the two of you fucking clothed.

Rafe pinches his jeans, adjusting himself clearly, loving what he sees. He calls over to the bartender, yelling for his tab, making your heart pick up pace as you see the plan set in motion.

Cam grabs you by your waist, turning you around; pulling you close to his chest. One hand works around the back of your neck, guiding your focus toward his eyes as his other hand continues to massage your clit. You feel a heat building in your belly, lashes fluttering as you look up at him.

"Rafe said you were a good girl, y/n. That true?" He rasps in a voice just a little deeper than Rafe's.

"I - I'm a good girl," you whimper.

"Then cum for me." Cam pulls you in a little closer as you feel yourself about to lose control. Fuck. Am I gonna cum in front of all these people? You look around, the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd off in their own worlds. "Eyes on me? Wanna see your face, princess. Wanna see my brother's pretty little slut cum on my hand in front of all these people," Cam taunts. He leans in, lips brushing against yours. "Our hands." Ours? You gasp as Rafe grabs you by the waist, plunging two thick fingers between your thighs. He fucks them into your pussy effortlessly, curling and stroking with precision.

"He told you to cum," Rafe warns.

You grit your teeth, gripping onto Rafe's wrist and Cam's shirt as your orgasm claims your body. The two boys work you through your release. Cam watches you closely, taking in your beautiful features as you cum for him for the first time. Rafe slips his fingers out of your pussy, sucking the mess clean as he always does. "What do you say, brother? Let's get our girl outta here. Hmm?"

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neymarsangel · 2 years

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Sleepless Nights - Lewis Hamilton x reader

Lewis Hamilton x female!reader

Summary: Your next-door neighbour is constantly keeping you awake so one day you decide to confront him.

Warnings: Smut, no mention of protection so wrap up before you tap it, fluff, swearing

Word Count: 5.8K

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Another sleepless night you were caused by your next-door neighbour. What on earth was he doing in there? For the past week, he’d constantly keep you awake although you didn’t have to worry about him for most of the month. His job clearly allowed him to travel well, you knew it did. You lived next to Lewis Hamilton, to most girls, it would be a dream come true but no one ever dreams to think of how loud he was during the night.

At first, you thought he was bringing over a new girl every night but you never heard any moans or saw anyone leave when you left for work the following day. It was strange but you were growing tired of it and tonight was the night you’d confront him.

The constant banging sound erupted at the usual time of one in the morning. Huffing you threw on a hoodie and attempted to open the door when your cat grabbed your attention. Looking over to your bed you saw Toto, your black cat perched on the sheets, his green eyes squinting at the sudden bright light in the room.

“Sorry buddy but I’m not having him keep us up all night.” Heading out of your bedroom you quickly walked through your apartment before opening your front door. You hit your fists on his front door rather forcefully. The sudden noise in his flat stopped and you heard footsteps growing louder as the door unlocked.

He was shirtless and covered with sweat. His braids hung low in front of his face as he took a deep breath. His eyes met yours, a smirk tugging on his lips to see his neighbour standing before him. “Can I help you?” He asked, still gasping for a breath.

“Yeah, can you maybe stop whatever you’re doing or whoever you’re doing, I’m trying to sleep?”

Lewis let out a low laugh, looking down at the floor before meeting your eyes again. “Whoever I’m doing?” The laugh grew. “I can assure you I’m doing no one…” A smirk returned to his lips. “Unless you’d like me to -”

“I’d rather you just be quiet at night.”

“Do you know what I do for a living y/n?” He cocked his head to the side.

“I’m very much aware.”

“Then you know I have to train for that.”

“Not at one in the morning you don’t.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Then go for a run outside where I can’t hear you.” Rolling your eyes at him you spoke again. “I’m sure Sir Lewis Hamilton is capable to go for a run by himself.”

“I don’t want to leave Roscoe.”

“He’s a dog -” Just as you spoke the English Bulldog came plodding towards the door, his heavy breaths matching his dad's.

Roscoe stepped towards you, leaving Lewis’s flat to get closer. Unbeknown to you he was picking up on something. He looked to his left and that’s when he met the eyes of Toto. You had completely forgotten to shut the door and Toto had clearly come to see what was going on. Roscoe barked causing Toto’s ears to flatten and he hissed at the dog.

Roscoe lept forward at the cat causing Toto to flee down the hallway. Roscoe followed, chasing after the animal as you watched in horror. “Toto!” You called for your cat before turning to Lewis. “Go and get your fucking dog!”

“Roscoe!” Lewis called, quickly leaving his apartment to run after the two animals. You promptly followed suit, running after the animals. Toto was much faster than Roscoe. He sprinted down to the other side of the hallway within seconds whilst Roscoe tried to catch up. Lewis was also faster than his own dog and managed to grab the animal whilst Toto ran up into your arms, sinking his claws into your hoodie, never wanting you to let go of him.

“Christ not only can’t you stay quiet but you can’t control your dog -”

“Your cat is called Toto?” Lewis asked, ignoring your previous statement. “Like my boss?”

“He’s actually named after Toto from The Wizard of Oz.” You replied.

“You know he was a dog in that film right?”

“Yes, I know he was!” You held your cat tighter. “Are you okay honey?” You looked down at the cat, looking over him to make sure he wasn’t hurt.

Lewis scanned his dog for any marks caused by Toto. “I think he scratched Roscoe…”

“He deserved it! Chasing my poor boy around like that, he was terffied.”

“Maybe you should have locked your door then.” Lewis huffed, keeping Roscoe by his side.

“Maybe you should have a dog with better recall and maybe if you didn’t keep me up all night we wouldn’t be having this discussion right now.” Tightening your grip on Toto you pushed past the man and walked back to your door. “Keep it down Hamilton.” You sent him one last glare before slamming your door shut, leaving him and Roscoe in the hallway together.

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The days went on and you were yet to hear any sound from Lewis. The only sound you ever heard was him locking his door and telling Roscoe he was going to see Angela. Luckily for you, he was racing in France on the weekend so you knew you would at least get a few peaceful nights' sleep and so would Toto before he returned. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until your shower turned stone cold and never showed a hint of turning warm again.

You didn’t have time to worry about it as you had to leave for a friend's birthday. Saying goodbye to Toto you headed out the door and headed to the restaurant.

“So how’s the neighbour?” Your friend asked as you sat opposite her as you ordered starters.

“Still a dick.”

“He’s doing well at the moment.” Your other friend, who sat beside you had her eyes glued on a tv screen hidden towards the bar. Your eyes fluttered towards the screen, watching the cars speed around the track. She had a point, Lewis was doing well. You knew he’d had a rough time on the track recently, not that the two of you talked a lot but it wasn’t hard to see when he was known by the world.

“Maybe if he wins he’ll shut up when he’s home.” You replied, turning back to the menu.

“It can’t be that bad.”

“You try living beside him.”

One friend let out a small laugh, her eyes glowing at the thought. “Wouldn’t mind it.” Without looking in her direction you rolled your eyes, trying not to turn your attention back to the screen or encourage their behaviour towards Lewis.

It was so secret that he was good-looking and evidently had women dropping to their knees for him but Lewis clearly never took any interest, only caring about his career. That was something you and him could both agree on although you seemed to be able to balance both social life and work life, Lewis on the other hand only seemed to focus on work life, maybe that’s why he was so uptight.

“He’s pretty uptight you know.” You suddenly spoke up. “So obsessed with work -”

“That’s exactly what you’re like.” One of the girls spoke. “Always focusing on your career.”

“But I know how to relax, he doesn’t.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

The night went on and you eventually made your way home. There was still no sign of Lewis which was a blessing for you but there was also no sign of hot water again, something which was not so much of a blessing.

“Fuck sake!” You nearly yelled as you slammed the bathroom door behind you. Toto gave you a look from his seat on your bed. “Sorry boy.” A sign of defeat fell from your lips as you fell beside the cat, letting your hands dance in his fur, earning a low purr from the animal. Your anger turned to a light smile as you watched his reaction, his eyes closed as you scratched his chin however the moment was ruined by a sudden knock at the door.

Furrowing your brows you left Toto on your bed and made your way to the front of your apartment to open the door. Standing before you was Lewis Hamilton. He leant on the frame of the door, his lips tugging into a smile when he saw your expression.

“What do you want?”

His eyes scanned your body, taking in the outfit you had on. “Had a good night?”

“It was a friend's birthday, didn’t think you’d be home this early. You were racing today…”

“You watched it then?”

“Don’t have to watch it to know that you were driving.”

“Good answer.” His smile turned to a smirk. “I just came over to ask you to keep the noise down -”

“Bold coming from you.”

“I’m just saying y/n, practice what you preach. What were you shouting about anyway?”

“My water.” You took a deep breath. “I haven’t had hot water in a few days and I really need a shower, I was told it would be fixed by this evening but that didn’t happen.”

“You can use mine.” He was quick to generate an answer. “Consider it a favour for keeping you up these past few nights.”

You pondered on the thought. It wasn’t like you couldn’t trust him but you knew he wouldn’t let you forget it. Lewis could tell you were thinking about it. “If you would feel more comfortable with me leaving whilst you shower I have no problem with that, I can wait outside if you want -”

“No.” You cut him off. “It’ll be fine, it’s your own place I’m not going to throw you out because you let me shower.”

“Up to you.” He stepped back from your door. “Just knock when you’re ready and I’ll let you in.” The smirk turned into a grin as he stepped back, disappearing into his own house and allowing you to get ready.

You couldn’t lie to yourself that you were thankful for his offer. The feeling of warm water running down your skin felt nicer than cold blades trying to cut it. Reluctant to turn the shower off you indulged in the feeling of the water one last time before stepping out and cutting the water off. Not wanting to take too long and knowing he probably wanted to sleep after his day you threw on a hoodie and shorts, ringing your hair out of the water and putting it up so it didn’t make your clothes wet you walked out of his bathroom and into his front room where he was sat with Roscoe.

“Thank you.” Your words caught his attention.

“You’re welcome.” His eyes fell to your hair. “You know I have a hair dryer you can use -”

“Thank you but I have my own, I don’t want to stay longer than I need to. You were in France only a few hours ago…” You paused for a second. “Why did you fly back so soon? Everyone else is still out there -”

“I like being at home, I know I travel for work and that’s a part of the job but being at home with Roscoe, family and friends is a better feeling than being drunk.”

You gave him a light smile. “That’s one thing we can agree on.”

“Finally.” He laughed. “You know you’re welcome to sit rather than stand in my doorway.”

“As I said, I don’t want to intrude for long.”

“I slept on the plane and the way here, I’m fine.” He turned to Roscoe who was sleeping on his lap, snoring away as he twitched in his sleep. “It’s him that you’ll have to worry about.”

“He’s sweet.” You smiled at the snoring animal. “How long have you had him?”

“Since he was a puppy, he had a sister too.” Lewis pointed to one of the photos hanging on the wall. “Coco but she passed away.”

A small frown appeared on your face at his words. “Sorry to hear that…”

“What about you?” He quickly turned to you. “When did you get Toto?”

“As a kid, I always wanted a cat and I begged my parents for one and they said no but my nan always said I should have been able to have one. She passed away three years ago and in her will, she left me some money specifically for a cat. I went to a rescue and they had a mother and her three kittens. Two kittens were adopted but the mum and her last baby weren’t so I took them both in. Unfortunately, Toto’s mum passed last year after a few health conditions but I still have him.”

Lewis smiled warmly at your story. “That’s cute, why the name?”

“My nan's favourite film was The Wizard of Oz so it seemed fitting.” You met his gaze. “Even if he is a cat.”

Lewis smiled again as he smoothed Roscoe's fur. “You live on your own?” He kept the conversation going.

“I do.” Your eyes looked around the room. “Evidently you do too.”

“My brother comes to stay and so does my assistant Angela. A few friends here and there but other than that it’s just Roscoe and me.”

“Does he come to all your races?”

“Most, if I know it’ll be too hot or too much on him he stays goes to a dog carer, he enjoys it.”

“Bet you miss him.”

“Of course I do.” He looked down at the dog. “I wish I could take him everywhere with me but it’s not possible. You ever taken Toto out?”

“Took him on a walk once and he tried to bite a child -”

Lewis had to hold back his laughter at your words. “How?” His smile grew as you started talking again.

“So I’d seen people walk their cats so I tried it with Toto. I took him to the park in the square, I sat down and looked away for one second and that’s when a child came up next to him and tried to grab his tail and well Toto didn’t like that. It’s my fault really but then again parents should teach their kids to not run up to a stranger's animal, even if it is a cat.”

He shook his head as he smiled. “Taking it you never took him out again?”

“Only for the vets.”

The pair of you spent the rest of the night just talking about your lives until you could feel your hair starting to dry. You never wanted to overstay your welcome after he’d been so kind to you despite what had happened the other night. When you left a smile was glued to your face, and your heart warmed at the conversation that had taken place. If Toto could speak he’d definitely judge you with more than his eyes.

—

The next day someone turned up to fix your water and you later found out it was Lewis who spoke to the building owner about getting it fixed since they didn’t listen to you although since that night you hadn’t seen Lewis much. You’d heard him exercising during the day rather than night meaning he’d clearly taken your complaint on board.

Everything was quiet in your house until a loud bang on your door made both you and Toto jump. The knocking was frequent and rather frantic. “Give me a second!” You called out to the person behind the door. Taking Toto off your lap you placed him on the sofa before answering the door. “Lewis?” Your brows arched at the man. He looked like he’d just had a panic attack, his hands shaking as he held onto Roscoe’s lead. “Are you okay?”

“Please can you do me a massive favour?”

“What is it?”

“Please can you look after Roscoe for the weekend whilst I’m away? He can’t go with me this weekend and the person who normally looks after him had to cancel suddenly. I haven’t got time to take him to my parents, I have to fly in -”

“I’ll take him.” You held your hand out to take his lead. “It’s the least I can do.” A reassuring smile was displayed on your lips. Lewis could have broken down with gratefulness at your words. He quickly gave you the lead and a bag of his things.

“I’ve written what he needs, how his food works, his walks, everything… I’ve also written my number in there… please text me -”

“I will.” You cut him off, holding the lead and bag. “Don’t make yourself late Lewis.” He smiled at your words. “Good luck this weekend.”

“Thank you!” He pulled you into his chest, quickly hugging you before pulling back and kneeling down to pet Roscoe. “I love you, buddy, be good.” He met your eyes again. “Thank you y/n, he’ll behave I promise.”

“It won’t be me you need to worry about, it’ll be Toto.”

“Poor cat, I’m sorry Toto!” Lewis called out as he started to leave, thanking you until he could no longer see you.

Roscoe walked into your flat like he owned the place, he was just like his Dad. He began sniffing around, making himself familiar with everything until his eyes caught sight of Toto. Toto looked down at the dog, immediately his ears went back and he hissed at the dog, not forgetting what had taken place a few nights ago.

“Toto…” You warned the cat who arched his back at the dog. Despite the cat's warnings, Roscoe advanced toward him, sniffing the air near him. “Give him a chance.” Toto looked at you as if you were insane. “This will be a long weekend…”

The first night was the worst, you felt so guilty towards Toto. You were his safe space and now you’d welcomed in an animal who stressed him out beyond compare but the second night was a little better. You were sat on your bed, a cup of tea in your hand as you kept your eyes glued to your television screen. Roscoe was sitting beside you, whining as he saw Lewis on the screen. “Aww, buddy.” You pulled the dog in towards you, his head now resting on your lap.

Toto was sitting on your bookshelf, his eyes narrowing at the dog and your actions. He clearly wasn’t interested in the qualifying. You kept the TV to watch the interviews after, keeping an eye out for Lewis. As time went on Toto inched closer to the bed, clearly missing your attention and getting jealous of the dog before him. Roscoe was laying on your left side so Toto made his way to your right, nuzzling his head into your side.

Smiling you moved your arm so he could follow suit with Roscoe's actions and lay his head on your lap. Your heart burst at the sight of the two of them slowly falling asleep on you. Grabbing your phone you took a photo and sent it to Lewis. You knew it would be the first thing he’d see when he finished his interviews and after his rough qualifying session, you knew it would make him smile.

Like every night Lewis would facetime you to talk and see Roscoe and tonight was no different. The only thing that was different was that Roscoe was asleep and evidently didn’t want to talk to his Dad.

“How’s he been? Not too hard for Toto is it?” Lewis was in bed, smiling at you through the phone.

“He’s warming up to him.” You flipped the camera to show him the two animals now sleeping beside one another without you as a barrier. “Finally.”

“Bit like us,” Lewis replied. “You hated me -”

“That isn’t true.” You turned the camera back to face yourself. “I thought you were annoying but I never hated you, Hamilton.”

“Even when I kept you up?”

“Only annoyed me.”

“Or when Roscoe ran after Toto?”

“Well I was closer to hating you then but you let me use your shower and I forgot about it, I think Toto did too.”

“What are you doing next week?” Lewis suddenly asked.

“Waiting for you to get back, why?”

“Just wondering.” He lied. “I’ll be back after the race and I’ll come to get him straight away.”

“No need to rush Lewis, he’s fine here.”

He smiled again, his eyes taking in your appearance. It reminded him of when you finished in the shower at his. You had the same content look on your face, he could look at it all day without getting bored. “Will you watch the race tomorrow?”

“Of course, I will, good luck, you seemed stressed today -”

“When aren’t I in that car?” He smiled despite his feelings. “It’ll be fine, thank you though.” A smile crept on his lips as he spoke again. “Guess I’ll just have to follow the yellow brick road to victory.”

Throwing your head back onto the pillow you let out a laugh but Lewis couldn’t help but want you to throw your head back in a different light. Ever since that day you and he had sat and spoken to the early hours of the morning when you used his shower he’d taken a different liking to you. The pair of you were similar yet so different in every way, he loved it.

“Smooth Hamilton.” Your eyes met his through the phone. “I hope it guides you to luck.”

“So do I y/l/n.”

“You better sleep.”

“You may have a point, for once.” He teased. “I will see you when I’m home tomorrow. Goodnight Roscoe and Toto!” He called for his dog and your cat. “Goodnight y/n.” His voice turned soft when he spoke to you.

“Be safe tomorrow.”

“I will, I promise.”

With that, the two of you ended the phone call. You would miss talking to him every night, hence why part of you didn’t want him to fly out that night. Maybe it was a good thing that Lewis kept you up that night, after all, he might not have been so inclined to invite you to shower at his when your water went cold and if that had never happened then maybe you would have never taken Roscoe in for the weekend.

Lewis had finished on the podium that weekend meaning he came back in a better mood than he left in. When he returned he’d told you he and a few friends were heading to a local club to celebrate his achievement after a rough run this year. Lewis asked if you wanted to go with him so here you were getting ready for the night ahead.

Holding up two dresses you turned to Toto. “Which one?” You looked at him as if you expected him to talk and give you an answer. The cat meowed as you held a black dress against your skin, clearly picking that as his answer. “The colour of his race suit… smart boy.” Wearing a matching lingerie set underneath you fixed your hair and waited for him.

You weren’t waiting long for Lewis. His eyes grew wide when you opened the door. He could have sworn his heart stopped just at the mere sight of you. “You look…” His eyes scanned your body, words stuck in his throat. “Good… I mean beautiful…”

“Thank you.” A warm smile grew on your lips as you stepped towards him, closing the door behind you as you called back out to Toto. “You don’t look half bad yourself.”

“I might not win every race but I can dress well.” He held his arm for you to take as he let out a small laugh.

“Very true Hamilton, you know I didn’t think you were much of a drinker.”

“I’m not but I do make exceptions.” He smiled. “Could say the same about you, when I went into your flat I never saw any alcohol.”

“Just because you don't see something doesn’t mean it’s not there.” You hit back, arching your brows with a smirk as the two of you left yours and his building.

“Smart y/n…”

“But you have a point, to an extent. I enjoy a drink occasionally but never push myself to the point of throwing up in the toilet… well that’s not to say I don’t.”

“I’ll hold your hair back.” He smirked. A small laugh fell from your lips as you walked towards the club.

Needless to say, Lewis would hold your hair back and not in the way you thought he would that night.

You stayed close to him throughout the night, not wanting to stray too far. Lewis kept his gaze on you as you danced alongside his friends. He watched as his friend's fingers ghosted on your waist. His jaw clenched as his eyes fell on the sight of you both, he couldn’t help but feel jealous at the sight. In his mind, he’d worked for your affection whereas they hadn’t. You and he had gone from shouting at one another to spending endless hours on the phone with one another, just simply enjoying one another's company.

You could feel someone staring at you from afar. Your eyes met his with a smirk, Lewis held his drink to his lips, his fingers beckoning you to come and sit beside him. Without hesitating you walked over to the bar, ignoring him at first you ordered a drink before sitting beside him.

“Having fun?” He asked, his tone bland.

“I am.” You smiled. “Are you?”

“Hmm…”

“For someone who just got on the podium, you sound rather annoyed.” You looked away briefly, thanking the bartender for your drink before looking back at him. You held the glass to your lips, taking a sip. Lewis’ eyes watched your every move before speaking.

“What are you drinking?”

“Vodka Red Bull -”

“Really?” An unimpressed expression spread across his face at the mention of a rival team.

“Have you ever tried it?”

“No.”

“Then don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” Holding the drink out to him you gave him a reassuring look. “Come on, try it.”

He looked down at the drink and back to you. Holding his hand out to take the drink he leaned forward. Your eyes met his as he leaned in. You thought he was going to take your drink but instead, he leaned closer in, attaching his lips to yours. His right hand cupped your jaw, pulling you as close as he could whilst sitting on the stools.

His tongue darted across your bottom lip as he deepened the kiss, wanting to be as close as he could to you. You kissed him back after a while, his actions took you off guard but you weren’t complaining. You moaned slightly as he pulled away, smirking as he took in your flustered state.

“You’re right… it does taste good.” He moved your hair from your face before letting his hand fall into yours. “Come on…”

You didn’t hesitate. You followed him without a second thought. Lewis dragged you back to his flat, unlocking the door faster than he could have ever imagined. He pushed you inside and directed you to his room. Lewis nudged you onto the bed, letting you fall on top of the sheets. You propped yourself up to watch him remove his shirt.

The man was carved by the gods themselves. His tattoos stood proudly on his skin as he stalked forward. “Someone likes what she sees.”

“Just a bit…”

His hand trailed up your thigh as he lowered down to meet your lips again. His hand ran up underneath your dress, hiking it higher as he pushed you further into the mattress. “So pretty…” He muttered against your lips as he kissed you deeper. Your dress was bunched up at your waist, allowing him to graze his fingers across your underwear.

He pulled away from your lips, his face falling to your thighs. He started to press light kisses on your thighs, teasing you with every move. “Lewis…” You moaned, bucking your hips as he continued to kiss you closer to where you needed him the most.

“Yes, love?”

“Please…”

“Please what?” His voice alone teased you.

“Please stop teasing me…” You hesitated on the next word. “Sir…”

“Fuck…” He moaned against your skin. “Say it again.” He demanded.

“Stop teasing me Sir.” Lewis used his teeth to slowly pull your underwear down your legs. Getting bored of his teasing you pulled the rest of your dress over you, leaving you in just your bra. His eyes caught sight of this and a smirk spread across his face.

“Such a cute set pretty girl…” He let his tongue explore you. “Someone couldn’t wait.” He moaned against your clit as he started to work.

“Fuck Lewis…” You threw your head back and moaned as felt his hand trail up to your bra, tugging on the black material. Lewis used his free hand to tease you, even more, he grabbed your thigh, making you jump before he slowly entered his fingers inside of you. Gasping at the sudden cold sensation of his rings you arched your back at his advancements.

“God you taste better than any drink…” His tongue played with your clit whikst his fingers continued to fuck you. He moaned on your clit, drawing you closer to your high. “So good for me…”

He withdrew his fingers and his mouth, climbing back onto his bed. He ducked his head down once again, your lips hungrily kissing one another. Lewis tugged at your bra one last time, the force itself ripping the material from your chest. “Lewis!” You pulled back.

He smirked, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. Lewis opened it and took out a card, he placed it in your mouth before speaking. “The pin is 5, 3, 9, 0.” He took your boobs into his hands, tugging on the skin before moving his mouth down to your nipples. “Buy yourself a few sets it.” Lewis tugged your nipple with his teeth, smirking as you bucked your hips into his at the sensation. You let your hands fall down his chest, tracing every inch of his skin.

As much as he wanted to tease you he couldn’t hold back for much longer. He wanted to be inside you and make you cum around him. He quickly slid his jeans off before kicking your legs open with his knees. He took his card from your mouth and placed it on his bedside table. “Don’t forget that.” The look on his face told you that he wasn't joking.

Sliding his boxers off he lined himself up before looking back at you. “Are you sure about this?”

“If you stop now Hamilton I will fly to your next race and fuck Verstappen in front of you.”

Lewis slammed himself inside of you, pushing himself in deep as he nipped at your neck. “He won’t make you feel as good as I do.” He grunted in your skin, pulling himself out and slamming himself back inside.

“Fuck…” Your head fell into the sheets whilst your hands went to his back, dragging your nails across his skin, creating new marks alongside his tattoos. “You feel so good.” You moaned louder as Lewis kept up the pace, thrusting back in so your hips met.

“Such a good girl for me…” He fucked you harder. His hand went to your face, his thumb swiping along your bottom lip as he watched your face turn into pure bliss. “You’re perfect.” He leaned down and took your lips into his again, silencing your moans against his own. His teeth tugged on your bottom lip as he slowly pulled out. His hands went to your waist, flipping you over onto your stomach. Lewis pulled you up onto all fours before pushing himself back inside of you.

He grabbed your hair, pulling your face up as he started to fuck you again. He held his grip on you as he spoke. “God, you look so pretty like this, moaning around me like a good girl.”

“Lewis…”

“That’s it, moan, moan my name so the entire complex knows who fucks you this good.” For a second you kept quiet which made Lewis thrust harder, earning a loud moan to fall from your lips. “I know you can be loud so tell me y/n, who fucks you this good?” Lewis pulled on your hair harder, pulling you up into his chest. His lips ghosted your neck as his hand moved to play with your clit.

“You do Lewis…”

“Who? I can’t hear you, sweetheart…”

“You Lewis… you make me feel this good…”

“Yeah?” He taunted. “And are you gonna cum around me?” His actions sped up which only caused you to moan even louder. “You sound like you’re going to…”

“You seem like you’re going to.” You managed to moan back.

Lewis let out a dark laugh. “Finally found your words?”

“Shut up Hamilton and make me cum.”

“You know if I didn’t want to cum inside you right now I would have teased you until the sun came up and I’d have you begging for me to let you cum.” He played with your clit faster, the sensation taking you to the edge. “But I feel like being nice right now…”

His thrusts had slowly started to fall, a sign that he was close. Lewis held you up as best he could as he continued his actions. “Lewis… I’m gonna cum…”

“Good girl, cum for me y/n.” It didn’t take long for you to be sent over the edge. You let your head fall onto his neck as you came around his dick. The feeling caused Lewis to cum inside of you. His head fell against yours as he came.

You fell forward against the sheets, Lewis propped himself up, trying his best not to follow suit. He took a breath and stood up, plodding towards his bathroom and grabbing a damp cloth. Kissing your forehead he cleaned you up as best he could before grabbing you one of his shirts and two clean pairs of boxers. He helped you put the shirt on before slipping the boxers onto your frame and followed suit on himself with his own pair. He switched the light off and trailed back to bed. Lewis wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest once again.

Both yours and his breathing slowed down, matching one another as you both fell into sleep. You felt safe alongside him, a feeling that felt as if no one could ever come close to you. It was perfect.

Maybe Lewis working out at one in the morning wasn’t so bad.

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All Along the Watchtower

Pairing: Captain John Price x Fem!OC (3rd person POV)

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: some military jargon, mild angst, brief mentions of sexual activity in the past, brief mentions of violence

Summary: Sgt. Rory Sinclair with the Special Reconnaissance Regiment of the British army has been called on to assist with a joint US/UK operation. Quickly discovering that her Commanding Officer for the mission is a man she's met before...

A/N: Rory Sinclair is a dual citizen (both Canada and the UK) who's been living in the UK since she was 14. She is 28 at the time of this fic, Price is 32. This series is set in 2017 before the events of the first MW game. Rory's thoughts are bold and italicized, other italics are used for emphasis. Will also be available to read on AO3.

October 13, 2017 09:37 - Special Reconnaissance Regiment Headquarters, Stirling Lines, Credenhill, Herefordshire, United Kingdom

Rory sat in her cubicle, grey plastic walls surrounding her, free of any personal items. Scouring hours of footage shot during a scouting mission in thermal vision, taking note of timestamps and important location details for her report, she couldn’t help but taste the acrid pang of jealousy. It was the duty of her and the other SRR operators in the office to painstakingly comb through reports and footage, collecting intel. The nerve center for army intelligence. Keyboards clacked and phones rang as information was filtered and passed along to where it was needed.

"Sgt. Sinclair."

A deep voice broke the monotony around her, it was one that few ever heard unless the powers that be deemed it so. She’d only heard it once before when her transfer to the SRR was approved. Spinning in her seat at her desk, she rose to stand, her hand raised in a salute as she stood at attention. "Colonel Rourke, Sir?"

Rourke, a man with decades of experience as part of the British army, stood at her desk. Brusque and stern, he was a bulldog of a man trapped in an office space. He would have been more comfortable leading a fleet of tanks rather than an infantry of analysts. "At ease, soldier." She relaxed, hands held behind her back as he continued, "I don't make a habit of personal visits, but I've just left an important meeting and I need your attention for a moment, Sergeant."

"Of course, sir."

“Follow me.” Leading her away from the bullpen she was sitting at and towards a quiet corner, a potted plant was the only company there. Free from prying eyes and ears, he turned his back to the rest of the room, and lowered his voice. "There's a joint operation happening between the Americans and the SAS, and they require our assistance. However, they're looking for boots on the ground experience, and a fair portion of the SRR operators currently available for missions of this sort of nature just don’t have that. But you –"

She nodded, her face falling somewhat. She'd only transferred six months ago and was still settling in. The SRR HQ provided a different type of work than she was used to, but she appreciated the change of pace it gave her, utilizing a different portion of her skill set. It also meant she was closer to her father rather than being half a world away in the middle of a war zone – but a soldier could only be at peace for so long.

"I understand you were transferred here to clear the headspace, but I can’t think of anyone better suited. You have an impressive record, Sinclair. A real asset. You’ve a history with counter-terrorism, been in the thick of it, and I have a Station Chief with the CIA here who wishes to speak with you."

It wasn't a question or an offer. She had been selected. An honor bestowed upon her. There was no turning it down. Not that she would. Ambitious, career-oriented – she had no reason to say no. Walking past the cubicles of operators, it was a stark contrast to where she was less than a year ago. The ground no longer shook as bombs dropped overhead, bullets didn’t tear through the air or rip through kevlar, it was quiet here. Safe. She still played an important part in the war effort, but without the risk to life and limb. The blood no longer dripped from her hands, though that still didn’t make her clean.

The colonel stopped outside a large meeting room and opened the door for Rory, directing her inside with his hand. The room was empty except for one woman with a coffee and a laptop sitting at a long table. Dressed in business casual clothing, she looked prepared for a day at the office compared to the soldiers around her wearing their uniforms. Looking up, her face serious, she tilted her head in Rory's direction but spoke with the Colonel, "Is this her?"

"Yes, this is Sgt. Sinclair."

Like a child being spoken about between a parent and a teacher, she was recognized as being there, but not as part of the conversation. Things had been set in motion, all of which she had yet to be made privy to. Rory was no stranger to working on a need to know basis, moving up the ranks meant for much of her career she often merely had to follow in the direction she was being pointed. This was certainly no different.

"Good to meet you," the American said with a nod of her head. "I'm Kate Laswell." Holding her hand out to the open seat beside her, she directed Rory to it. "Take a seat."

Appearing sure in her steps, even while the stress took hold, she stopped at the table and took a seat, exhaling her breath finally as she settled into the chair, still trying to hold the proper decorum expected of a soldier.

"You can relax, Sinclair. It's just you and me." Laswell looked at the Colonel and the door quickly closed, leaving the two women to sit alone in the large, echoing, blank slate of a room. She sipped her coffee, her eyes shifting to the screen of her laptop before speaking again. "I assume the colonel didn't reveal much about what's going on here, did he?"

Shaking her head, the short choppy locks of her chestnut bob hovered around her neck. "No, not really. Just that you're looking for boots on the ground?"

"Not exactly. We have the boots, it's more so a certain expertise." Kate glanced over at the younger woman, her brow lifting. "Why's a soldier like you working behind the scenes?"

Rory stretched her neck from side to side, cracking her knuckles. A cigarette suddenly seemed like a very good idea to her. "It was suggested I take a transfer from the field after I completed my last tour.” Glancing over at Laswell, she noticed the woman had begun looking right at her, scrutinizing her. “I spent the last several years in Iraq during the civil war. Working with CIA, PMCs, whoever my unit was assigned with." Her eyes fell to her fingers as she started to pick at the hangnail on the edge of her thumb, the skin underneath as sore and raw as the memories.

"Off the books?"

She cleared her throat and returned Laswell’s eye contact. "Oftentimes, yeah."

Kate paused, her head tipping to the side. "Seen some things, huh?"

Rory tried to get a read on the woman, it was hard to get much from her face or her demeanor. There was empathy or at the very least some form of understanding. Was she a soldier in the past? Or just an overpowered cop like some of the other CIA agents she'd met? She scratched her brow, clenching her jaw. "Did some things too."

"Not afraid to get your hands dirty then." Laswell’s face never seemed to change, her mouth drawn in a straight line as she folded her hands on the table.

"I did what was asked of me."

"Like?" The station chief seemed genuinely interested in her, trying to get a beat on her all the same. Both of them were in the process of figuring out who they were about to get into bed with.

"Primarily I focused on targets of high importance to prevent further incursion from the insurgency. Assassinations, interrogations – been there, done that."

"Assassinations?" Kate's voice rose, her interest piqued.

"I”m SSC trained. Ran a fair few missions that left me in some nests in high towers."

"A sniper, huh?"

"Yeah. When needed."

Nodding, Laswell’s straight face seemed to break for just a brief moment into a nearly unnoticeable grin. "How many confirmed kills?"

"High importance targets? Thirty three. I lost count of the random sods," she said with a shrug.

Laswell sipped her coffee, unfazed, hearing news like that was just a walk in the park for this woman. "No stranger to deep recon then?"

"It's in the name,” Rory confirmed. “It's what the SRR does. It used to be part of the SAS, but broke off and focused on the intel part of things. It’s why I was specifically transferred here and not just put on leave. Command didn’t want to lose someone with my experience."

"You have some connections with intelligence?"

"I have friends at MI6."

"Good.” Laswell’s attention fell on her completely. “Well Sinclair, I have a friend who's running this op – he's SAS – and you sound like just what he's looking for. If you're up for it, of course."

Rory contemplated the decision for a moment, she hadn’t thought she’d be back out in the field quite so soon, and considering the fact that none of the details of the mission were being revealed to her until she agreed to come, she assumed she was heading into some real shit. Her hands slipped from the tabletop and into her lap, a tremor shaking through them out of sight, before she nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that."

"Great." Laswell shut her laptop and scooped it under her arm as she stood, collecting her coffee cup in her other hand. "Come with me."

Her brow lifted. "Just like that?" She was well accustomed to the bureaucracy and strict measures the British army seemed to enforce, things didn’t just happen, not without cutting several layers of red tape and after being passed through multiple hands first.

"Just like that."

She stood up and followed behind the Station Chief, keeping pace with her as they moved through the halls. Rory was in no position to argue, nor would she want to, it was nice not to be beholden to the rigidity of the chain of command. This was more cavalier. Very American.

"So, you straddle the line between spy and soldier, huh?" Kate asked, her eyes kept forward.

"Sort of like you, I assume?" Rory asked with a sideways glance, her lips curving into a half grin.

"Sort of." Kate huffed out a laugh. "Yeah."

They turned the corner and headed down the stairs, the reverberations of their shoes on concrete bouncing off the walls. Once an RAF base, now the headquarters of the SRR and the 22 Special Air Service Regiment in the midlands, it was sprawling with large open fields. Out on the parade, a helo sat waiting, it’s rotor warmed up and the blades spinning. There was no time to grab her things, it was get up and go, the moment she said yes she was being tossed from the frying pan into the fire. The urgency was clear, she had likely already been transferred and meeting Laswell was simply a courtesy.

Ducking under the blades, the shadow of each one cutting across the sun as it broke through the dense cloud cover above, Laswell pulled open the door of the helicopter. “Head inside,” she said with a tip of her head towards the waiting entrance into the vehicle, raising her voice to be heard over the engine.

Rory climbed in and looked over at the row of seats, noticing another soldier sitting there, already strapped in. His face stern as he shifted, adjusting his hat, the overwhelming scent of cigar smoke drifting from him. Scratching at his cheek, his nails dragging through a thick fuzz of facial hair, he glanced over at her and then turned back to Laswell who took the seat across from him. "I assume this is the one, Kate."

"Yeah, John, this is her.” Laswell pulled on the front of her jacket as she sat back and got comfortable. “Sergeant Sinclair, meet Captain Price."

Rory's brow furrowed for a moment at the name. It was familiar, but she couldn't pinpoint how. Was it one she'd seen in a report? As she strapped into her seat, steely blue eyes measured her up before turning his attention to lighting the Villa Clara cigar he’d pulled from one of the pockets of his vest.

"Nice to meet you, Sergeant."

His voice was deep, rumbling, and it stirred something in her. She was no stranger to appreciating someone’s timbre, but this was something different. He seemed so familiar, she couldn’t place how, but she knew it. Intimately. And then the memory hit her – the bathroom stall. Five years prior, one night in a bar. The sheer chance of them meeting like this damn near improbable. Her stomach dropped. Jesus. His face was nearly recognizable beneath the facial hair that hadn't been there the first time they met. His voice had become more gruff, lower than she remembered. The cigar he was currently smoking gave a clear indication as to why. Swallowing down the embarrassment that threatened to burn at her cheeks as she looked at him, gauging his reaction to her name - if he recognized her the way she suddenly did him, he didn't show it.

"Good to meet you too, sir," she said. Her gaze fell to her hands, remembering how it felt when he had held them. Trying her damnedest not to look at him, she preferred to appear nervous over the mission and not the man who had suddenly become her commanding officer.

Tugging at the tactical vest he wore, Price tilted his head back, puffing on his cigar and looking out the window as the helicopter began to move, the inside shaking as they lifted up off the ground.

There was no backing out now.

Laswell passed her a tablet, and started giving her the brief. “That is Igor Zorokov, Russian oligarch and alleged trafficker. Weapons, drugs, information…people.” Rory’s eyes locked on the screen, scanning through images of the man. Older, blond, in relatively good shape. Not the type someone might assume as a master criminal upon first inspection. “He has ties around the globe, but his stronghold is in Eastern Europe. Supplying several military coups with funds and weapons, he’s a dangerous man with people at disposal in his back pocket, and we have reason to believe he’s funding terrorist activities.”

“And we’re investigating him? Or taking him out?” Rory needed to prepare for exactly the type of mission this was going to be. Recon was one thing, taking someone’s life was another.

“Erring on the side of caution. The Russian government could easily sweep just how far his global reach is under the rug if he’s brought to light, especially since it’s been beneficial for them. We want to find out who he’s funding and put a stop to the pipeline he has through his many ventures.”

Rory hummed, muttering, “Putting a tourniquet on before cutting off the arm.”

“Exactly." Price's voice cut through the roar of the engine. "First stop is Kastovia, have a friend who’ll meet us there and get us into Russia undercover.”

“Nikolai?” Laswell asked.

“Yeah.”

It was clear these two weren’t just casually paired together for the mission, there was a long-standing relationship. Trust. She certainly understood how being a soldier who just so happened to have a friend who could get into the places they normally couldn’t would be beneficial, having an American ally even more so.

“I hate to be a bother, ma’am," Rory spoke up, "but I’m not exactly prepared.” She felt damn right naked. Her duffel was down in the red brick complex below that was steadily getting smaller and further away. Her gear, her weapons, all of it was disappearing out of view as she sat there in her fatigues.

“No need to worry about that, Sergeant.” Price replied instead, blowing out a stream of smoke. “Nik’ll have us covered when we land.”

All she had to do now was sit back and relax (as best she could) and try not to let her mind stray too far afield as the memories flashed before her eyes of the man who sat six feet from her.

#call of duty #cod fanfic #john price #captain price #captain john price #john price cod #john price x female oc #oc: rory sinclair #ship: you are the sword to my shield #fic: all along the watchtower

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landoncrris · 2 years

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hi lia, before everything i just wanted to say i love your account so much fr and your fics always put a smile on my face <3

so i have a dog, a french bulldog, and he's the cutest thing ever.

so, i was wondering if u could one where mason and the reader are having a lazy morning since both are having a day off and they could spend the whole morning in the bed with their dog with a lot with cuddles, kisses etc...maybe even the dog would get jealous when mason kisses the reader, since he's very protective when it comes to the reader

thank you so much!! i hope you like it, even tho there’s no effort in this whatsoever and it’s really short but well xx

unbelievable- mason mount x reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN // MASTERLIST

word count: 1k

The first thing you saw when you woke up was your boyfriend lying on his stomach with his arm under the pillow and the duvet only pulled up to his waist because the temperature outside had risen again. The sight of his bare back, adorned with all the moles you loved so much, was enough to wake you up. You didn’t want to miss a single second of what was for you the most beautiful sight in the world.

Normally you had to get up much earlier than him to leave the house, but now that you both had a few weeks off, it was a real relief for you. As your fingers wandered over his exposed back, tracing random patterns on his skin, you were already thinking about your upcoming holiday. You were more than excited because after such a stressful time for both of you, you could finally relax. Your mind never stopped thinking about it and you kept raving about all the things you wanted to do with Mason. Even though you already knew that the list of activities was too long for just one week you’d spend there.

Your thoughts were interrupted, however, when Mason stirred in his sleep and turned his head to the other side, your side, through which you could now see him better. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed by the sunlight shining into his face, so you bent your knees, hoping to shield him a little, which proved successful. This softened his eyebrows again and his face now looked nothing but relaxed. His lips were slightly parted, soft breaths leaving them after he inhaled through his nose. His beard, which you had learned to love so much, looked dishevelled from him turning over at night.

The sight of him seemed unreal to you. How he always looked so perfect. And you couldn’t help leaning forward and pressing kisses to his back while your hand stroked through his short hair. That’s when you heard him hum beneath you, moving his arms a little to sink deeper into the pillow. He wasn’t quite ready to wake up yet, but the way your soft lips felt on his skin didn’t make him fall asleep again either.

“Good morning, pretty girl.” he turned around very slowly, making you pout, but when the sight of his bare chest met you instead, it turned into a smile. You returned a soft, “Good morning, handsome.” before kissing him briefly on the lips, a smile appearing on them. You lay down beside him, resting your head on your arm as you analysed his body, your brain already knowing where all his moles were, but it never got boring. Shortly after he opened his eyes, at which you saw him raise his eyebrows, making you frown and ask him what was wrong.

“Am I in heaven? Because I was woken by an angel.” he asked overdramatically, taking a deep breath and slapping his hand over his mouth in shock. “Shut up.” you giggled, giving him a gentle pat on the chest as his words made you blush. One of the things you loved most about him was definitely his art of always catching you off guard with his sappy words.

“I will if that angel kisses me.” he whispered, pursing his lips as he waited while his hand moved to your back, trying to pull you closer. “You have very high expectations.” you rolled your eyes before granting his wish and kissing his lips for a few seconds, before pulling back as you heard your dog whimper.

“Oh, good morning to you too, mate.” Mason turned his head and raised his hand as if to actually greet him. You could see your dog’s ears perk up as he heard him speak, but when Mason’s attention was back on you, his head dropped to his paws with a huff.

“I need some more kisses.” he whined, and your gaze wandered back to his face, where he was practically begging you with his eyes, in which his sleepy state was still clearly visible. In response, you bent down and spread kisses from his forehead to his nose to his cheeks. Ignoring the frown on his face as you withdrew.

“On the lips, please.” he said, trying to pull you closer with his hand on your cheek, whining dramatically when you didn’t move. His action elicited a giggle from you and before you could do anything else, your attention was drawn back to your dog as you heard him whimper loudly again.

“Y/N.” Mason groaned, watching as you sat up straight, patting the space next to you and calling your dog’s name. Which then immediately stood up and jumped onto the bed as his tail wagged back and forth in excitement.

“He needs some love too, Mase. Don’t you, baby?” you cooed, groaning as your dog lay down on your legs and turned onto his back as you stroked his belly. “But I need it more.” Mason whined again, sitting up next to you and pouting when you paid him no attention and just kept laughing and talking to your dog. So instead Mason leaned over himself and pressed a kiss to your cheek. And luckily for him, he got one back, just before he finally pulled you close to him to connect your lips once more. He was quickly interrupted by your dog, though, who nudged Mason’s head away from yours.

“Ey!” Mason gasped as you laughed at the situation and patted your dog’s head in response. “And you still reward him for that?” Mason scoffed in your direction, to which you just smiled sheepishly. But Mason wasn’t having any of it, pulling your face towards him again to kiss you. This time it lasted a little longer, but he was still interrupted by your dog barking at him this time.

“You are a bad dog.” he pointed his finger at him, whereupon he barked again, “Listen, I can kiss her whenever I want, okay?” This time he didn’t get a response back, your dog just changed position and put himself as a barrier between the two of you. Mason watched you as you cooed again, said how cute he was, and leaned down to press kisses to his head while continuing to stroke his belly.

“Unbelievable.”

#mason mount #mason mount fanfic #mason mount oneshot #mason mount imagines #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount fluff #chelsea fc #england nt #chelsea imagine #england nt imagine #football imagine #football #fanfiction #oneshot #fluff

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ʚ ✧ .I Want You. ✧ ʚ

Shoresy x reader

Hurt/Comfort oneshot

Sum: Shoresy opens up to Y/N after they come clean about their feelings for him one late night.

Gender neutral Y/n

(Loosely proofread- I’m sorry for any mistakes)

-1k+ words

Warning: light make out. emotion? Tears? Anything a serious talk entails :p

.・。.・゜✭・.✫・゜・。.

Pumped 5 goose for the 20th loss of the campaign

He was going to be here. You just knew it. The air in your simple, yet cozy Sudbury apartment went still with a signature rapping on the door, breaking through whatever mindless noise was on the T.V. A specific pattern of tap-tap-ta-ta-tap confirmed your sparse and fading wonders. You knew he was gonna turn up on your doorstep. You were a relaxer for him. Did you get anything long-term or comforting out of it besides his shockingly tender touches that quickly dissolved and faded into your skin after he was gone?

No, but you hoped one of these nights, something, anything, would change…

The willed knocks reverberated into your ears, setting off a sort of instinctual string of movement within you. Your breath hitched and quickened sporadically as you neared the door. You subconsciously pulled the sleeves of your sweater over your hands, fiddling with the hem, knowing who and what kind of bewitching spell you were about to fall under. He pulled at your heart and your mind-

No, don’t. You’ll just pity yourself. This is nothing serious.

A familiar and quirked voice slipped past the door and wrapped around your conflicting ideas of this man. He was arrogant and selfish, and yet you couldn’t get him out of your head.

“Y/N, are you ever going to open this door, or are you just going to let me freeze? Your building is so fuckin’ cold” His words drawled on with a brief chuckle and a quick sigh before ending. He was looking to the side when you opened the door, seemingly adjusting his posture in a fruitless attempt to break through the awkward atmosphere of his waiting.

Your eyes drifted to his. His breath seemed to fizzle out into a sigh “Fucking finally, I am so close to crying and on top of that the air in this fucking building has damn near turned me into a drum-stick.” He said while stepping into your building, swiftly shedding his coat and shoes by your door, leaving him in nothing but a hoodie, sweats, and a snap-back. You made a slow return to sit in your once warm spot on the couch, the plush material perfectly molded to your body.

The couch dipped beside you, evidence of Shoresys’ body next to yours. You had just let your eyes drift lifelessly to the screen mounted on the wall when an arm snaked around your shoulders; his body laying lax next to yours. “Shoresy can we not? Please?” You twisted towards him in time to watch his brows furrow, and his mouth go ajar, showing his missing tooth before he let out a simple, bland… “what?”

“Are you kidding me?” You retorted, “I probably see you more than anybody, other than the team. Besides Sanguinet, I am the one person you keep crawling back to when your life falls apart, or when you get frustrated, or when you're just bored, not to mention Laura Mohr,” Tears welled up in your eyes and a suffocating lump began to form in your throat. “You repeatedly hurt me and I still open up and let you in every time, but yet I get zero compassion from you, Shoresy.” Hot tears rolled down your face while your throat burned from choking out the last part of your statement.

While tilting your head up in an attempt to stop the relentless stream of tears pouring down your cheeks and neck, a warm body melded next to yours. Large, strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer. One of his hands crawled up your back and tugged your head down and into his chest; The bulldog decal on his gray sweatshirt rubbed against your arms as you pulled your body up against his, head resting against his broad shoulder just in the crook of his neck, arms migrating to hold his neck.

Swaying gently from side to side, his hand reached up to where your head rested on his shoulder and stroked the top of your cheekbone with his thumb; You felt his head pressing gently down and to the side against yours, you could feel his stubbled jaw resting on your forehead; while his tear-stained hand held the back of your neck, just beneath your jaw, pulling you close to him.

You suddenly noticed the growing wet spot growing on the back of your shoulder.

The faltering skip of his breath became all too obvious. The shaking in his chest was impossible to conceal while being pulled so close to him. You lifted your head off of his shoulder and released your arms from around his neck. Placing one hand on his bicep, and cupping his jaw in the other; pulling his face up. His puffy blue eyes and wet cheeks broke you. A sympathetic void grew within you and drowned you in its sorrow.

A slew of words came crashing into your mind at a dizzying pace.

He wasn't arrogant and selfish; he was uncertain and compassionate; he was tender and understanding; god, he was surprisingly soft and overwhelmingly intuitive. The man in front of you was amazingly sweet and loving. He had changed. Or maybe your idea of him had been wrong all along.

You needed him, an astonishing amount.

The everlasting couple of minutes the two of you shared, eyes interlocked, contact unfaltering, ended with a clairvoyant mutual connection. Your lips met his, as your arms reinstated their position around his neck; taking off his hat and tangling your fingers in his hair. You felt Shoresys’ hands inch around your waist and pull you into his lap, your knees pushing into the couch straddling side of his hips. The two of you stayed like that for what felt like an eternity before your enthralling kiss ended in a correlative heave for air.

“Y/N, I don’t want Laura Morh,” Your heart stumbled over a few beats at his words. Looking down and examining his face, searching for any trace of insincerity. “Y/N, I want you, I want all of you, forever, every day.” You let out a giggle. “Did you just quote the notebook?” He shrugged and cockily and glanced to the side before remitting eye contact. “Maybe, what are you gonna do about it?” His snide remarks were falteringly annoying. The only words you could construct in your hazy state was a half-hearted, “Shut up” before reconnecting your lips with his.

#shoresy #Shoresy x reader #I love Jared keeso #I didn’t spell check this #hurt/comfort #gender neutral y/n

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UNDER YOUR SKIN || JJK || Ch. 9

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

Previous || Next

MASTERLIST

I woke up a few times tonight, and not for the right reasons. Jungkook kept moving by my side, pulling the sheets to him every single time he rolled on the bed. Not to mention the snores, it was as if I had an English bulldog breathing right next to my ear. I begged him to shut up, I kicked him under the covers, but he didn't even flinch when I hit him with the pillow on the face. I tried my best to turn on my right and focus on falling asleep, until a loud knock sounded and the snores suddenly disappeared.

I turned around concerned, leaning up just to find him getting up from the floor and going back to bed with his eyes still closed.

—Why did you do that? —he mumbled with a whine.

I'm left there, looking at him with shock when he threw himself on his side of the bed, and in a matter of seconds, he was snoring again.

That's how I knew why nobody wanted to sleep with him, and were fast on picking a rommate.

And now that I'm waking up with painful and burning eyelids, and my body feeling heavier than ever, I confirm he's a pain in the ass even when he's asleep. My head also rewinds to hours back, when we were both wide awake and conscious when I joined him in the bed. And how I allowed him to touch me that way. My eyes are lost in the ceiling while I think about it, and how thankful I am that he's not here right now and waking up by myself.

The new question is: How will I dare to look at him with a straight face after what happened?

Although that question remains answerless when I go downstairs and he's not here. Only Melanie, Soo and Tammy are here. They look at one another with a smile as soon as they're aware of my presence, and they look back to me. I see nothing good coming.

—Did you sleep well? —Soo asks when I get closer to the kitchen table.

—Uhh —I nod—, I guess.

I rather not give out way too much information, and just let them ask whatever they might be curious about. I highly doubt Jungkook rolled his tongue and told everybody what happened last night. It's better, for the both of us, to keep that moment to ourselves and bury it in a dark place, two meters underground.

—Did something happen last night? —Melanie arches her eyebrows, while she waits for a juicy answer.

—No.

It's right now that I'm thankful of my strict parents who taught me, indirectly, how to lie properly when you're being interrogated. Short answers are the key for ambiguous questions that could get me in trouble.

—But... —Tammy continues—. I saw you talking with him.

That makes me frown again, because I don't remember crossing any type of word or sound with Jungkook last night, not in front of everybody. And I highly doubt they were able to listen to that conversation we had while lying in bed. Or maybe, they did hear us and that's why this interrogation is going on.

—You were staring at each other almost all night —Soo pinches my arm playfully.

That makes more sense now. Every single time my eyes went from Seokwoo to the group of friends, my gaze found his, and we'd try to keep the visual contact until I broke it up every single time. Anyway, I keep myself together and give a small sip to the orange juice Melanie has just served me.

—C'mon, it was obvious you were drooling for Seokwoo —Tammy insists—. And he told us this morning he thought you were cute.

I try to digest everything my friends have said. First, I sigh in relief when I'm finally able to confirm they weren't talking about Jungkook nor anything that happened after the party. And then I look at them surprised, unbelieving of what they've said. But yeah, even if he had said he thought I was cute, it means nothing. Actually "You're cute, but..." is something I'm done listening to every single time they're about to reject me. Somebody calling you cute or adorable is just an introduction of the kick-ass they're about to give you.

The conversation switches topics quite fast, when Melanie starts talking about one of her clients and the case she's working on. I'm honest, and I admit I paid no attention with whatever they were talking about right now.

Morning goes on, and it's not like it's any different to how it was three hours ago. All the boys come back after walking around the place, and convince us to do the same and take a walk near the lake.

And honestly, I'm thankful to have pushed my doubts aside and join them on this trip. Not only because I love how beautiful this place is, but because I ended up meeting a lot of new people I get on well with. Tammy was right when she said meeting new people does make you feel good with yourself.

More than once I find myself looking for Jungkook, and I don't really understand why. After what happened last night, I should be avoiding him and be grateful he's nowhere around me right now. Contrary to what happened yesterday, my eyes meet with Seokwoo's more than once. And he dedicates a tiny smile, before he moves his eyes away and goes back to the conversation he's having with Namjoon. Although it doesn't really have an effect on me, and I'm wondering if it should have.

For some reason, my head keeps being busy thinking about Jungkook. I try to convince myself I don't care about where he is, and I don't care. But I can't help but ask myself if he might be avoiding me after what he said. Maybe he was drunk, maybe it was the heat of the moment and now he's feeling weirded out about it. Whatever it is, I'm sure he regrets it enough to sneak out of the room earlier and leave as soon as Melanie, Tammy, Soo and I decided to join the boys' plan.

Our hide and seek game doesn't last much anyway. We meet again at lunch time, when we all are sitting on the big table to eat. And, while we're both placed as far from each other as possible, I feel his eyes drilling my temple. Not the staring contest again. I know I'm not in the mood for that, so I try as much as possible not lifting my eyes from the plate -or, at least, not turning my head to the left. I know if my eyes connect with his, I won't be able to keep the staring. And moving my glance away -whether it's because I feel intimidated, or annoyed- is giving him a victory for free.

Shortly after that, we decide it's time to go back home -since most of us are working the day after. Unlike when we arrived, Soo and Mark leave with Steve and Carl, Seokwoo leaves with Namjoon, Hobi and Yoongi (seems like they got on pretty well last night), and I'm left with Tammy, Melanie and Jungkook.

I should've hopped on Steve's car. It's my fault though. That's what happens when you wait for the only person you know to pick a car.

I try to keep the focus on the landscape. Honestly, I attempt hard to keep my eyes everywhere but the front. If I thought the trip yesterday was long, coming back home will be eternal.

✸ ✸ ✸

We all look at him confused when he drives to Tammy's home first. Mine was closer from the highway, and it'd have made sense for it to be the first stop -that's exactly why they picked me up last yesterday. But Jungkook finds an excuse fast, saying he has something to do near my neighborhood. The next one to hop off is Melanie, saying goodbye with a big smile and thanking us for having such a good time on her birthday. She sets her eyes on me, giving me a hug and wishing I join them again, whenever they decide to hang out again.

—Will you pull a Miss Daisy or will you move to the front?

I roll my eyes, getting out of the car just to sit next to him in the front. And, as soon as I buckle up, he starts the car again, driving a route I already know. It's exactly the same one we took when we brought Melanie everything we bought for her birthday.

Surprisingly, the silence surrounding us today is more uncomfortable than the one we had to go through last week. I feel forced to open my mouth, maybe tell him to leave me here and let me walk the rest of the way back home, but Jungkook interrupts my breathing, speaking first while he gives me one fast look.

—Did you think about what I told you?

I swallow my spit hard, almost choking myself with it when he lets out the question I never thought he'd ask. He does remember, and doesn't seem like he regrets asking it.

—No —I lie.

I thought about it, but not on the answer, or what I thought about it. Ironically, my full focus was on what he really thought about it and how he was feeling that night, after asking that.

He chuckles, and tilts his head. That deep laugh attracts my eyes instantly, and god, doesn't he look good as fuck right now. His left hand holds the wheel, while the tattooed fingers of his right hand rest on the gear.

I was chill in the backseat, why did he make me move?

—You didn't think about it because you didn't like it or because you don't want to do it? —he asks without looking at me.

—I'm not really sure of what you want to do —i squint—. And I'm sure there must be a trap somewhere.

The car stops suddenly. And when I look to my right, I see the same poor, old and neglected building I've been living in for the past seven years. My eyes go back to him instantly, and I find Jungkook waiting calmly to get my eyes back to him before he goes on:

—I told you —he shrugs—: no trap.

—And you only get "me" out of all of this? —I'm feeling tempted to laugh right on his face— You don't even like me.

And now is when Jungkook tilts his head again, smiling big and showing all of his teeth.

—I don't think I ever said I don't like you —he bends over a little, just centimeters away from me—. Did I?

I swallow hard again. What?

—There's something about you... it caught my attention —he shrugs before he moves back again—. I know you're too difficult to win you the way I would, and the way we started will only make it harder. This is the easy route: we both win. I will teach you everything you need to know and help you be more comfortable, and I'll be able to cross you out of my pending list.

I could've punched him as soon as he said that, and I'm way too tempted to do it. But, I'd be lying if I said I don't agree with him. He got my attention the very first day, and we both were to blame by how the situation unfolded. Neither of us can deny the attraction. I dislike his guts, but he makes me feel small and empowered, at the same time, whenever my eyes meet his.

It's complicated. Jungkook is complicated.

Like he said, it's just a deal. And it's the perfect excuse to be able to give in to my deeper thoughts, without feeling like I'm disappointing myself. Well, "fake excuse". But it works for me right now.

—If we do it, we need to set some rules.

Jungkook nods, most probably he already thought about that or was expecting me to come up with something at some point.

#fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #tattoistjk #tattooau #armpirate

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Ch 5 - Playing With The Boys - Top Gun Mav and Rose (OC) story.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/N WC - 5083 Sorry for any Spelling or Grammar mistakes Please leave feedback good or Bad I do not mind. Playing with the boys part list and summary ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

I’ve got this

I let those words fly around my head as I took in deep breaths, the inside of the Jet seemed Exeter hot today, it could be down to the weather or the fact this is our first test, with Hollywood and Wolfman having already been taken out by Jester,

Leaving Bulldog and me being called up next with Mav and goose as well as Iceman and Slider still to go, I know they all be watching down on the ground, which put even more pressure on me,

“Ok BullDog let's see if we can last longer than HollyWolf”

I speak out to BullDog who sat silently in the back, until now

“Or we take Jester out”

He comments back,

“Yeah, that as well, Are you seeing anything?”

I asked him as I looked around myself to see if I could see Jester with my own eyes, watching him going after Hollywood really showed how fast Jester’s Jet was, it won’t be easy trying to outrun him, I’ll have to think of quick moves and pray.

“Nothing yet”

Looking down I saw I was cruising at 15,000 feet, 5,000 over the hard deck, I was about to turn left to turn around closer to the mountains to see if he was hiding around them when BullDog pipped up

“He on our six and coming in fast”

Before I could do anything Jester zoomed past us on our right side,

“Fucking hell he fast”

What happened after that was the worse shit show of cat and mouse ever, every time I went in for the kill Jester found a way to outmaneuver me, he was not shitting when he said the smaller Jet could move much better, it turned in the air like butter as my F-14 took some time, but I love my girl,

The longer it went or the more I was just wanting Jester just to shoot us down already, I was tempted to just go below the heard deck and get called out, but I kept going,

Bulldog with shout things now and then, sometimes it’s fun having a back set driver and sometimes it was not and today it was not the moment he got in the yet he was grumpy but I said nothing, I kept my mouth shut and kept my head in the game, there no place to fighting in the cockpit,

After what felt like forever we lost sight of Jester around the mountains, Looking around me I could not see him any were,

“BullDog, Where the fuck did he go?”

I asked hoping he may have seen him, but all he could tell me was he did not know, turning closer to the mountains in the hops to see if he went to the other side and our Radar was not picking him up throw the rocks just as we levied off on the other side BullDog was yelling at me to turn right and I blindly listened to him, turning sharply not expecting to almost crash into Jester who was coming up on our right side.

“Holy fucking shit”

I shouted out in shock, eyes wide and breathing heavy, that would not go down well crashing into your instructor and possibly killing him, say good buy to any chance of staying in Top Gun and the Navy.

The cockpit was silent for a moment.

“Rose and BulDog are dead”

Jester's voice spoke on the radio, in hearing his words I felt like a weight has been taken off my shoulder and that it was over, did I feel bad that I did not get him, yeah I think anyone would but I felt happy that I lasted as long as I did, a thudding sound took me out of my thoughts,

“What the fuck was that you almost crashed into him”

BullDog shouted at me, and I shocked my head BullDog is not fun when he is angry, I feel sorry for an inanimate object that is in his way, as it will be kicked, punched, or thrown.

“You said to turn right so I did”

I commented back as I started to head home, be happy to get back on the ground and have a shower,

“I said to turn left”

This has me stop what I was doing, looking into one of the mirrors to look at him in the back, he has his mask off and his visor up looking very pissed,

“No, No you said turn right”

I argued back, to which he shook his head at me, breathing hard out of his nose like a bull seeing red,

“Bitch, I said LEFT”

To say I was shocked was an understatement, Sliders words from the night at the bar came to mind when said that BullDog always said I was a Bitch, I just looked at him trying to work out if I really did hear him say that himself,

“You really do think that? What have I done wrong Bulldog?”

I asked cursing myself for how small my voice was when I was trying to act like it did not affect me, he said nothing for what felt like a long time but he still kept looking at me.

“Just land the fucking Jet so I can get a shower”

I kicked myself the moment I said ok, I should be shouting at him making him answer me but I’m doing nothing.

The ground could not come faster enough the moment we touched down the Canopy was opened and Bulldog was jumping out not saying a thing as he ripped off his helmet, Guess am taxing off the run away by myself then.

Once I had parked, I jumped out leaving the Jet to the ground crow to sort off, as I walked back to the hanger I saw Mav and Goose getting ready to head up for their go.

“Yo Rosie, we saw BullDog storming off, Is everything ok?”

Goose asked as he came running up to me putting his arm around my shoulder with Mav following behind, putting on a big smile I looked at them both, knowing what I should tell them but deciding not to,

“Oh he's just in a mood that Jester got us that’s all”

“I tell them, pulling away from Goose and pushing him in the direction of their yet,

“You bet get up there, don't wanna keep Jester waiting”

I found a place to just sit and watch Mav and Goose fly, not even bothering to take off my G-suit or helmet, I had only undone the chin strap, I was not thinking about what they were doing, all my mind could think about was BullDogs words, I thought Slider was lying that night but he was telling the truth, and the fack BullDog would not answer what I have done wrong made my brain run wild, thinking about everything we have done over the past two years,

We were good, no one matched up in the sky, we know how to communicate, to be in each other’s heads, to know what the other was thinking before it even happened, all the crazy shit we would do, I have the same if not more high speed passes on my record than Mav does, unnecessary low divers, taking a long way home when being told to land,

But now it feels like I don’t even know him, and it hurts, I thought he was my best friend but I guess I was wrong, and I don’t know how to fix it, or if it should be fixed.

I don’t know how long I sat there just thinking when I felt someone standing beside me, looking up I used my hand to shield my eyes from the sun to See IceMan standing there, I just rolled my eyes and looked away from him, not really in the mood to hear him say whatever he was going to say,

“Here”

I heard him say but I did not look at him, which annoyed him going by the sigh he gave out, before hitting my shoulder with something, making me look around at him to tell him to fuck off when I saw that he was holding a bottle of water, my face must have been a pitcher of confusion as he laughed,

“I thought you could do with one if you are going to sit out under the sun still dressed in your flight suit”

He told me waving the bottle in my face, I took the bottle from him, thanking him as I do, getting a No problem from him,

“So, I heard you lasted longer than Hollywood?”

He started talking, as he sat down next to me, as I took a drink of the cold liquid I side-eyes him wondering why he was sitting next to me, and if this was part of some silly prank or game of his,

“Yeah but I still got taken down”

I replied once finishing almost half the bottle of water, Iceman just surged his shoulder,

“That's better than getting taken out right away, Jester showed them no mercy”

“So you think Jester when easy one me?”

I asked, I did not want it to sound aggressive but it sort of did, saying a small sorry when I realized how it sounded, but Iceman did not seem fussed.

“No, I just think he wanted to see what you got and how long it would take you before you gave up, it what Jester does he like to wind you down and make you do something stupid, where you think I learned it from”

“Well I did something stupid”

Iceman just laughed, hitting my shoulder making me almost call over, but I stopped myself but my helmet was not as lucky falling off my head and landing on the floor.

“Yeah, BullDog had a couple of words to say about you when he came back, One thing to do is Ignore it, You of all people know how much of a hot head he can be”

“Yeah but this is different”

I replied back, I turned to look at him, wanting to ask what he was doing here, why he was doing nice all of a sudden

“Why are you being nice?, the other day at the Dar you were a Dickhead,”

“I was being a Dick to Mav, not you, and you looked like you need someone to talk to while your brother and shadow are not here, I can leave if you want”

He was about to get up when I stopped him by placing a hand on his arm, I said nothing at first, deep down I was thankful someone came to talk to me,

“Thanks, Just don’t tell Mav and Goose about anything Dog has said, and also Mav is not my shadow”

Ice laugh as he did his head feel back, and for some reason, I smiled at it, he then nodded his head,

“Yeah No, your night he not, he just likes being beside you every moment he gets, and Scout's honor I won't tell as long as you don't tell them we had this chat. “

Not it was my turn to laugh,

“Oh so we are having secret chats, now, Do I need to keep this from Slider too, just in case he thinks your cheating on him”

I joked, Ice smirked at him, before looking up at the sound of a Jet coming in fast following where he was looking I could see Mav Jet coming in fast to the tower, I smiled knowing what he was doing as well as knowing he probably been told No, but he is going to do it anyway.

“You're going to do just fine, Rose keep your chin up,”

That was the last thing Iceman said to me as he got up and left me sitting once again alone on the floor.

Getting up from the ground I headed to the locker room to get this suit off and hopefully a shower, what was I thinking sitting with this on I was practical turning myself into a roast chicken in a bag, stopping just as I got into one of the hangers I took of my G-suit making it much easter if I need to go in the locker room full of men, I don’t wanna be bending over with them all getting a look at my ass, which I know probably have a wet sweaty patch from all the sweat pooling at the bottom of my back, very sexy.

Getting to the locker room my G-suit hanging over one of my arms and my other Holding my Helmet under my armpit as I still held the bottle of watch Ice gave me in one hand, stopping right outside the door I could hear the boys laughing as Joking as well as the sound of Mav and Iceman bickering, I rolled me eyes before taking in a deep breath and letting it out again, I know I could not wait until everyone else was done, they are worse than a woman taking forever to get ready putting all sorts of Gel in their hair.

Walking in I just ignored everyone walking pasted many men with just a towel around their waist, not looking at them but I could see them from the corner of my eyes nudging their friends and pointing at me, I also passed BullDog who said nothing part from leaning close to someone next to him whispering something making the other person laugh,

Just keep walking. Put stuff away and get out, shower later.

“ROSE!”

I heard Hollywood call out as I got to my locker next to Mavs, who just so happened to be standing there with Goose next to him, being a gentleman Mav took my helmet for me so I could open my locker, he placed it on the small shelf that we have next to our lockers that also has a hander for our G-Suit.

I ignored Hollywood as he kept trying to talk to me, I was not really in the mood for him, and also he was just in a towel I don't wanna be scarred for life having to look at him, I could hear Wolfman laughing at Hollywood and making comments about me not wanting to talk to him

“You ok”

Mav asked me as he placed a hand on my back, I just smiled and nodded my head he was about to say or ask something else when Jester walked in

“Mav, you and Goose get your butts out of that flight gear and up to Viper’s office Now. You as well Rose”

He ordered before leaving again, I closed my eyes taking in another deep breath, great am going to get my ass handed to me for almost crashing into him. Picking up my Uniform and I rolled it into a ball before pushing past everyone to get out and move to the lady toilet to get dressed, not even looking back when Goose called after me.

I soon stooped with May and Goose in a hallway listening to a very unhappy person shouting about two snot-nosed jockeys doing a flyby on a tower over 400 knots, I could not for the life of my think of who they could be, looking to my left to see Mav make a face before looking to his side to Goose then moving his eyes down to look at me, I just surged my shoulder at him,

What I did not get is why BullDog was not here, Goose is here because Mav is his pilot and he is the one that did the flyby, so should BullDog not also be here As I am his Pilot and I almost crashed.

Mr unhappy came storying out the room and right into a poor sailer that was holding a try of Coffee knocking him and the coffee all over himself and the floor, some Coffee even got onto my legs,

“God damn it! That’s twice, I want some butts!”

He shouted looking to us three, where I held in a laugh, I was not laughing at the poor sailer falling over, I was more laughing at a grown man shouting about wanting some Butts, he then stormed off, as Viper and Jester came walking out looking at all the coffee on the floor,

“Well, That’ll just about cover the flybys”

Viper said out before Jester Told us to follow them, to which we did, following them in a single file.

Standing in Vipers off never felt good, especially when you know you were about to get told off, I stood tall keeping my eyes forward looking out between the blinds of the window in fount of me, I was next to Mav as Goose was on the other side of him and Jester standing by Vipers desk as Viper stood looking out of a window,

“Gentleman. You had a hell of a first day. The hard deck for this hop was 10,000 feet. You know it, You broke it. You followed Commander Heatherly below after he lock sight of you and called no joy. Why?”

Viper was yet to still look at us as he talked keeping his eyes out the window,

“Sir, I had commander Heatherly in my sights, he saw me move in for the kill, he then proceeded below the hard deck, we weren’t below 10,000 for more than a few seconds, I had the shot, there was no danger, so I took it,”

Mav explained himself, as Viper finally turned around to look at us, even tho this is Mav getting ripped out it still felt like I was part of it,

“You took it and broke a major rule of engagement, THen you broke another one with that circus-stunt flyby”

He was now in fount of us once again looking out the window

“Lieutenant Mitchell, Top Gun rules of engagement exist for your safety and for that of your team, they are nor flexible, nor am I, Either obey them or you’re history, is that clear?”

Mav was silent for some time, before saying a strong Yes Sir, which Viper nodded to as he turned around placing the folder that I did not see that he had in his hands down on his deck,

I kept my eyes still forward just waiting for him to call me out, no matter how many times I swallowed Saliva just seems to keep filling up my mouth.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw”

He finally called out, making me jump ever so slightly,

“Yes Sir”

I replied keeping my voice steady, and not looking at him or Jester.

“You were doing well today before you almost crashed into Commander Heatherly, What happened up there?”

I took a moment to think hard about what I was going today, I could say Bulldog said Right but then turned it around and said Life, or, I could just say I misheard what he said, and with the more, I think about it the more I am starting to believe it did I really hear him say right or did I really hear it wrong,

“Lieutenant?”

Shit am taking too long to answer

“Yes sir, Sorry Sir, I.. emmm. I misheard what my RIO said Sir,”

I answered fast, I could see him from the corner of my eye look over to Jester before looking to me again, please ground swallow me up,

“You Misheard what he said?”

“Yes Sir, I thought he had told me to turn right when he told me to turn left, Sir”

He said nothing he just looked at me, folding his arms over his chest as he leaned back in his seat, I could feel my body starting to shack now just waiting for him to say anything, they going to think am a bad pilot, and kick me out Stinger going to have a field day when he finds out,

“With one Misheard communication, three lives could have been lost today”

He sound so calm compared to my racing heart,

“Yes Sir”

I did not know if I was meant to be saying anything it just came out, my nerves are starting to get the better of me.

“But we are lucky that did not happen, next time listen better to your RIO, I don’t wanna be making calls to family telling them how their loved ones died in a training exercise”

I gave a final Yes Sir as he Dismissed up, I was the first to walk out of the room taking in a deep breath as soon as I stepped out, turning to place my forehead on the wall by the door closing my eyes, breathing in throw my nose.

“I really enjoyed that, Mav, THanks a lot”

I heard Goose say sarcastically to Mav before good placed his back on the wall next to me, with my eyes close I did not know anyone else was close to me so when a hand was placed on my back I jumped a little one again,

“Hey, sweetheart is just me, just breath slowly ok, it’s ok,”

Mav said gently to me, I don’t know why by I started to clench my teeth tight together as I shock my head,

“He's right Mav, I almost killed three people today, because I did not hear what BullDog was telling me”

I slammed my right fist into the wall by my head only for Mav to tack a hold of it, pulling it away as if stopping me from doing it again,

“Wow, easy, we all have our moment for miss hearing this, a lot is going on when you are up there, but you did good, you corrected yourself and you missed him, Don’t let just that one small thing eat you up ok,”

I finally opened my eyes turning my head and keeping my forehead on the wall to look at him, the moment my eyes met his, he smiled at me, that big smile of his that no matter what mood you are in you can’t help but smile back.

“Maybe I could learn how to be a truck driver”

Goose said out of no were, making me laugh just a little at his randomness, it also made Mav smile bigger seeing me laugh,

“Mav, you have the number of the truck-driving school we saw on TV? Truck mater I think it is”

He then asked, Mav still holding my hand pulled me away with him down the hall as Goose followed,

“I don’t know if I would get into a truck with you Goose”

Mav said to Goose, who comments about how he was a good driver

“Bar or Home?” Mav asked Ignoring Goose's rambling on about his good driving,

“Home Please”

Saying that Mav pulled me closer putting his around my shoulder being me close to his side, as he kissed my forehead,

Once we all got home, we all sort of did our own thing, I finally for a shower, and Goose phoned his Wife as Mav went to his own place, After my shower, I headed over to Mav’s leaving Goose alone to talk to Carole after saying hello to hear of cores,

I let myself in walking in to find him about to pick up his phone, I stopped making a hand gesture asking if I should leave.

“No, stay I was about to order some food”

“I have perfect time then”

I joked, making him laugh, he tell me he was thinking of Chinese and I agree, been a long time since I had one of them, and it’s fun ordering food with Mav, we may order different things but we always end up shearing, and I don’t mean splitting up into dishes, no, we just eat out of the same container like it’s no big deal,

As we eat, we just talked about anything and everything, Mav would try and bring up what happened today and ask if BullDog had said anything but I quickly move on to something else not wanting to talk about it, when we were done without food Mav put the leftover in his friend before flopping down on the sofa next to me, pulling me to him so I was laying down with my head on his lap as he pulled out a book and pen and used my head as a table,

“I’m not a desk Mav”

He just shushed me, moving his free hand to my back as he started to rub it up and down and now and then make small circles. I don’t know how long we sat like this, I saw in and out of sleep when I heard a door open,

“You Two still awake?”

Getting a Yeah from both me and Mav, closed the door walked more into the room, and sat down on one of the other sets in the room, Mav asked him what was up the moment he sat down,

I pushed myself up when I saw Goose's face, he was not his happy go self, and it worried me,

“Can’t sleep, You know, when I first realized that we were going to Top Gun, all I could think about was getting that Trophy. I gotta be straight with you Mav, Right Now I just hope we graduate, I got a family to think about. I can’t afford to blow this,”

I felt for him, I’m not mad a Mav for what he did, but it was risky, and Goose knows that, and I agree I’ll be happy to just Graduate too,

“ Yeah, I guess that Flyby wasn’t such a big hit, Huh?”

Mav commented dropping his pen onto the arm of the char, As Goose started to talk again.

“Look, man, I know it’s tough for you they wouldn't let you into the Academy because you’re Duke Mitchell's Kid, and you have to love with that reputation”

I hated how Mav has to live with that, people tell and twist story about it but I Belive Mav that his dad was a good man no matter what anyone else says,

“But it’s like every time we go up there, It’s like you’re flying against a ghost, makes me nervous”

I understand where my brother is coming from but I can’t help but just feel for Mav and how hard it is, I don’t know fully what it feels like, I mean I get judged for being a woman and he gets judged for who he farther was, but it still feels somewhat the same,

“You’re the only family I’ve got left, the both of you, I;m not gonna let you down, I promise you.”

In hearing them words Goose started to smile as Mav as he nodding his head getting up, walked over to me, and kissed my forehead telling us good night,

Once Goose has left I looked over to Mav, who looked like a hurt puppy and it hurt me seeing him like that,

“Mav”

Saying his name softly he looked around at me, smiling probably hoping I did not see him just a second ago, I moved closer to him taking the book off his lap, picking up his pen placing it on the inside as a makeshift bookmark as I closed the book leaning over him to put in on a table next to a lamp, before looking at him and taking one of his hand in mine,

“You don't even need to promise anything, you have nothing to prove Mav, nothing at all”

I tell him, hoping he understands. His hand squeezed mine as he smile feel and was replaced we worry.

“I don’t ever want anything to happen to you, not Ever”

“And nothing will Mav”

I wanted to add I promise but I have just told him he did not need to, no one said anything for what else like a long time when Mav pulled me to him and put his hand on my hips turning me around so I was sitting on his lap my back on the sofa arm and my legs over his lap and put wrapped both his arms around me and held my close to him,

We may just be friends but at a moment like this, I just wish we were something more, I don’t know if he is really wanted to go for Charlie and I don’t really like thinking about it, so I take every moment I have with him like this and lock it away in my Memory palace to remember later on,

I closed my eyes taking in his warmth, as I put one arm around his neck and leaned my head down on my shoulder and my other hand was on his chest which was showing since he did not button his shirt up all the way, without really thinking I started to play with his dog tags, funning my fingers over them watching my fingers do it I did not see Mav turn his face to me and jumped a little in shocked when his lips touched my nose,

I looked up at him in confusion, which he found funny,

“You did say if, me taping your nose bothered me so much I could kiss it better later on”

I had completely forgotten about that, remembering I has said it when Charlie was waiting to talk with him,

“I forgot”

I tell him pleasing my head back to where it was but keeping my eyes on him.

“Good Job I remember them”

“And whys that?”

“What Gentleman would I be if I did not kiss a girl boo boo better”

I hit him on his chest, as he made a fake hurt sound, looking at me wiggling his eyebrows at me,

“No am not kissing that better you deserved that”

Mav just smiled tilting his head to the side so it was resting on my,

“I mean it, Rose, I don’t ever want anything bad to happen to you, if anything did it would kill me”

I said nothing but nodded my head so he know I heard him, It’s hard not to fall more and more in love with this man when he say stuff like that, and holds you so close the way he does,

#top gun #pete maverick mitchell #top gun 1986 #pete mitchell #Maverick #Pete Mitchell x OC #Maverick x OC

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chicabae · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 2- Cornered & Confrontation

Read on AO3 CB’s Whumptober Collection here

Shoresy

Hot off a winning streak, some members of the opposing team are more than a little angry

Shoresy couldn't stop the smile on his face even if he tried. Walking to the bar after a blowout game was always a surefire way to put him in an unbeatable mood. A block away, a shadow came out of the alley. Then another and another all wearing their opponent's jerseys. Shit.

“Oi!” he calls out. “What are you losin’ larry’s doing out here? Trying to freeze away the loss?”

“I wouldn’t act so smart, Shore,” shadow number 1 called out. “From where I’m standing, there’s three of us and one of you.”

Shoresy looked around, “Yeah so, get a few more guys and we’ll call it even.” His eyes darted around, looking for openings to run. The shadows began to get closer, close ranks, and block exits.

Fuck it. He lifted his hands to his mouth and let out a shrill whistle before cocking back and swinging at the closest dumbass. A shot to his ribs sent him back, shoulder hitting the alley wall. A hand grabs at his hair and tries to bash him against the brick, but he lashes out and catches them in their ribs.

The third is just standing there, unsure or unable to move, pussy. Shoresy’s two opponents stood back before glancing at each other. He stood tall, despite the aches from their onslaught. “That all you got, you tit fuckers?” he taunted. Dumbass #2 snarled and dove in again, swinging wildly, hitting his ribs, his cheek, shit even his ear. A particularly vicious punch sent Shoresy sprawling, gasping on his back as they stalked forward. “Really, Shore, all that chirping for this? I’m kinda disappointed.”

“H-hey guys?” Number 3 called out, “We have company.”

At the mouth of the alley, the bulldogs stood shoulder to shoulder, blocking them in. “Howzit, Shoresy?” Sanguinet called. He could only answer by rolling over and spitting out a glob of blood. “Good to know.”

The next few moments were still a blur to him, arms swinging everywhere, bodies flying and falling to the ground. By the time he got his feet under him and leaned against the wall, Dumbasses 1, 2, and 3 were running away.

“Well, b’y, that was some scrap, eh?” Hitch came up on his left side and pulled him off the wall.

Goody came up to his other side, “I need some chicken after that shit.”

Leaning forward, Shoresy spat out some more blood before agreeing, “Some tendies sound heavenly right now.” He leaned into his teammate's supporting arms, hissing when bruised ribs got jostled. When they wandered into the nearest pub and ordered all the chicken they could ever want, Shoresy was drifting, thinking about how good it felt to be surrounded by his team.

#whumptober2022 #NO.2 #nowhere to run #cornered #confrontation #shoresy #alley way fight #violence #nsfwwhump

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scavenger-toll · 2 years

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🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

oh boy im gonna get bullied for this one

inside out- duster

me and the birds- duster

closer than ever- bulldog eyes

coyotes- modest mouse

dream/corona- bulldog eyes

#i may be cringe but i am free

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hi omg i love you so much!!!! every time i see you post i get so excited!!!!! if requests are still open can you please write over protective tom! i'm a simp for tom x reader when he is super protective over her! thank you😘😘

Eee, thank you! You’re the sweetest omg <3 I really hope you enjoy this! (We all simp for super protective Tom, don’t we? I definitely do)

Tag List: @naps-and-lemons @jinxqsu @riddles-wifey @cakesarecute @mostlynonsense

The Dark Forest

“Stand up for me, and stay close now.” You follow his instructions, the basket and the flowers lying forgotten at your feet. There is something about the way Tom’s holding himself, his back is a straight line of tension, his shoulders are taught, the grip on his wand rigid. He looks like he’s ready for a fight.

The Forbidden Forest is a strange and remarkable place. From afar, it looks like a solid wall of black that fades into hazy mist regardless of the time of day. You’ve always held a certain fascination with the forest, spending a lot of your free time edging the perimeter and peering in through the thicket, trying to get a glimpse of what lies within. You’d given up Care of Magical Creatures as an elective when you had learnt that Professor Kettleburn had made it quite clear to you that he had no plan to ever lead students inside. It had been one of your favourite things to complain about in fourth year, and your secret hope that you’d one day find an excuse to venture beyond the borders.

You suppose the phrase be careful what you wish for was penned for situations such as the one you find yourself in now.

You trudge along the narrow path, one hand gripping your wand and the other holding onto the wicker basket that Professor Kettleburn had given you to collect the stella syriaca flowers before sending you and Tom off into the forest. The only light source you have is the lumos you’ve cast to guide you through the forest and the pale, white-blue light your wand emits turns the forest into a strange imitation of nature. In this light, at this moment, you can almost convince yourself that the trees and the undergrowth are abstractions of nature, an impressionist’s depiction of what a forest might look like.

This in itself isn’t a problem - you’re not so easily scared that the dark and unfamiliar are frightening in themselves. The problem is that you’re fairly certain that you’re being followed. Not that you’re going to mention this particular concern to Tom. He’s already been dragged out to the Forbidden Forest unnecessarily because of you, you don’t want to annoy him with your paranoid imagination. “Tom, do you have any idea where we are?” You ask, trying to keep your voice and calm. You don’t want him thinking that you’re scared, not when it’s your fault that you’re both in this mess.

“If the directions that Kettleburn gave us are to be trusted, we should be nearly at the clearing,” He responds, and unlike you, he doesn’t sound like he’s pretended not to be scared. He just sounds unbothered by the situation, like this is as normal as a trip to the library or a walk around the lake. He glances down at you and frowns slightly as he takes in your clenched fists and tight expression. In the light of the lumos, his concerned expression turns sinister, strange shadows forming under his eyes and distort his usually beautiful features into something otherworldly and dangerous. When he talks though, his voice is soothing and calm, “Are you alright? I would have thought that you, of all people, would enjoy this particular punishment.” You hum in response, unwilling to voice your current thoughts but unwilling to lie either. Lying never works well with Tom anyway - his talent for spotting lies is as good as his talent for the art itself.

“I’m just sorry that I dragged you into this mess,” You murmur, which isn’t a lie. You are sorry that he’s had to give up his evening to escort you into the forest. “You shouldn’t have to do this just because I was being an idiot.” And the fact that this is essentially all your fault rankles you immensely. The issue is… Well, the issue is that you don’t really have anyone other than yourself to blame. No. No, that’s not entirely true. You can definitely blame the school for your current situation; it’s insane that they would send students out into the Forbidden Forest at night unaided and alone as a punishment. Professor Seprenta’s petty desire to take out her frustrations on her students by sending them into potentially perilous places is nothing to do with you. But the circumstances leading up to your detention?

Well, that’s all you.

You wish you could pass the blame but frustratingly you can’t. You decided all by yourself that it would be a good idea to sneak out after curfew to practise summoning circles. It’s also your fault that you’d (stupidly) chosen an empty classroom that just so happened to be next to Seprenta’s office and had forgotten to cast a silencing charm. She’d found you, chalk dust up to your elbows, scattering bay leaves, lavender, and mandrake roots in the four corners of the room.

Needless to say, she hadn’t been impressed, and you’re still not entirely sure if it’s because she caught you out after curfew or if it’s because Seprenta has a weird grudge against any magic that doesn’t involve the direct use of a wand. Either way, it hardly matters now. What matters is that you had been landed in detention and Tom is the one who volunteered to watch over you, ostensibly to make sure that you didn’t skive off, but in reality, you know that it’s because he doesn’t like the idea of you venturing off into the forest alone and without protection.

Next to you, Tom stills and grabs your shoulder, using his leverage to turn you in place until you’re face to face. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t take responsibility for my own actions, it’s terribly narcissistic of you.” He says and despite the insulting nature of his words, you find yourself reassured. Tom is… not the best at kind words and sweet nothings, not unless he’s employing them to get what he wants that is. When he’s being honest, he has a tendency towards bluntness that borders on rude. It says a lot about his feelings towards you that he is rarely charming and sycophantic. “If I hadn’t wanted to come with you, I wouldn’t have, so please, save your guilt for when you need it.”

With a small, weak laugh you nod, “I’ll keep that in mind… Thank you.” Even in the alien lighting, the small smile that lifts Tom’s lips is pleased and soft and maybe a little surprised. The fact that he so rarely hears honest thanks is more than a little heartbreaking. The pair of you continue forwards, Tom leading the way and you following close behind, ever conscious of the… thing watching from the shadows.

You’d first noticed the thing about twenty or so minutes into your exploration of the forest - a silent shadow, no bigger than a bulldog, that flickered in and out of existence in your peripheral vision. You’d not paid it much attention, to begin with, there were plenty of strange things that lived in the forest, after all, and you’d been confident in your assessment that the professors wouldn’t actually put you in the way of any real harm. That confidence has diminished the further in you’ve gone, even with Tom by your side. Now, when you catch a glimpse of it, the shadow looks bigger - maybe the size of a large sheep and a lot more defined. It melts into the darkness whenever you try to get a better look, but you’re fairly sure that it’s more solid than it had been when you’d first seen it.

You tell yourself you’re being paranoid, that the stories the ghosts like to tell you about what goes on in the forest at night have finally gotten to you, but the longer you walk, the more certain you are that there is something in the shadows. “…Tom? Tom, I think something’s following us.”

“I’d be surprised if there wasn’t, darling. You know as well as I do that these woods are alive with more than just birds and trees.” His words are not at all comforting and you find yourself growing annoyed with his flippancy. What you might lack in foresight, you make up for in common sense and your senses are telling you to pay closer attention to the shadows that encroach and creep and linger all around you.

“Tom, I’m being serious. Something is watching us.” He must pick up on the vaguely panicked edge to your words because he stops again and flicks his wand in a complicated motion and a vibrant flame erupts from the tip, floating just above your heads. You give yourself a moment to marvel at his ability before the matter at hand takes precedence and you cast around to try and catch sight of whatever it is that you’ve been seeing. “It was… It was right behind us,” You say, scanning the trees for any sight of the thing. Whatever it is, it’s nowhere to be found. “I swear it was here.”

He hums in response, and when you look at him, you can tell that he’s sceptical. Still, he sends the ball of flame in the direction that you’re pointing and the light seems to reverberate around the dark forest, revealing leaves and branches and thick patches of undergrowth but no moving shadow. Satisfied, he flics his wand again the flame extinguishes. “Keep an eye out - if you think you see something again, tell me.” You nod and bite your lip, pressing a little closer to his side as you continue your trek. You feel like a small child, huddled under your blankets to hide yourself from the darkest shadows in your bedroom. Fear is a funny thing, it’s an almost tangible emotion, prickling the back of your neck and sticking to you like sand on wet skin. Still, you’re almost at the clearing and then all you need to do is pick the flowers and get out.

The stella syriaca flowers only bloom at night, the tiny flowers growing in spherical clusters. Under the glow of your wand, they blossom pearlescent and delicate, like miniature moons rising from the forest floor. You set the basket down and begin to pick the flowers, careful not to crush the petals as Tom watches over you. “You don’t fancy helping?” You call over your shoulder and somewhere above you, Tom breathes out a huff of laughter.

“I hardly see why I should - this is your punishment, is it not?” He counters, wry humour coating his words and you roll your eyes but laugh nonetheless. Now that you’re in the clearing, you don’t feel so afraid, the knowledge that you’ll soon be out of the forest bolstering your confidence. Silence falls upon you and you get lost in the monotony of plucking the flowers, the repetitive actions lulling you into a daze so much so that you don’t immediately notice the rustling in the trees towards the edge of the clearing or the way that Tom’s posture tenses and his eyes turn to slits.

You startle when his hands brush the top of your head, and you look up at from where you’re kneeling on the ground to see what the problem is. Tom looks… He doesn't look scared, which you think is probably a good thing, but he does look agitated. His expression is shuttered window, no light or levity flickers behind the darks of his eyes, no ironic smile curling his lips. You only ever see this side of him when someone displeases him in a particularly grievous manner and he’s never looked at you with that cold blankness that reminds you of ice storms and black tar. You spare a thought for his enemies because you imagine you’d probably drop down dead in an instant if he were to ever turn this particular expression on you.

When he talks, his voice is tight, “What did you think you saw earlier?”

“A… I don’t really know—” Tom makes a low, irritated sound in the back of his throat and the hand that’s resting on your head tightens slightly. “—It was like a moving shadow out of the corner of my eye. It disappeared whenever I tried to look at it, but I think it was getting bigger the deeper we went.” You can’t keep the nervousness out of your voice as you scan the perimeters of the clearing, trying to get a glimpse of whatever it is that’s got Tom on edge. The darkness of the forest seems to loom and though you can’t see anything, you can feel it watching you, can feel the way it sizes you up the same way your cat sizes up mice in the courtyard before she pounces. You’ve always thought it was cute - the way her eyes would grow large and black and her lithe body would scrunch up before she attacked. You don’t find it cute now, though. Not when you’re the mouse.

Tom hums in response and he almost sounds relieved, though you can’t think of a single reason why. “Stand up for me, and stay close now.” You follow his instructions, the basket and the flowers lying forgotten at your feet. There is something about the way Tom’s holding himself, his back is a straight line of tension, his shoulders are taught, the grip on his wand is rigid. He looks like he’s ready for a fight. “Stop the lumos, darling.” At your noise of protest, he shoots you a quick smile which you think is supposed to be reassuring but in reality, looks vaguely foreboding. “Trust me.”

“Nox. Happy now?”

“Ecstatic.”

“Oh, yeah, you sound really— Merlin, what the fuck?” The shadows in front of you shift, and something big and black and not really there seems to collect in the near pitch black. Vapours in the air that pool and swirl until they coalesce into a shadowy thing the size of a shire horse. For a moment, it just hangs there, waiting and watching and anticipating.

And then it lunges.

In the grand scheme of things, your life is relatively unimportant. You’re not so narcissistic that you believe that the world will be irrevocably changed or diminished if you were to meet an untimely end - sure, your family and friends would be sad for a while, your cat would wonder why you’re no longer around to give them treats and ear scratches, but nothing would fundamentally change if you were to die. You know all of this and still, you’re staring down the proverbial barrel of a gun and the only thing that’s running through your mind is, Dear Gods, why me?

You realise in this instant that you are not made for combat. This shouldn’t be a surprise to you - you’re pretty good at Defence, but you’ve never enjoyed duelling. In contrast to your frozen reaction, Tom responds immediately. The rigidity of his posture melts into something fluid and instinctive, and he’s stepping in front of you in one smooth motion and slashing his wand through the air in the next. Violet light arches through the darkness and the thing rears back, as though wounded before it pushes forward. You scramble backwards, staring in horror at the thing. In the spell-light, you can see now that its body is made up almost entirely of shadows - living, sentient shadows that join and divide around a curling skeleton. The only thing standing between you and the shadows is Tom, who is in his element, a whirl of controlled energy and deft wand movements. You’ve seen him duel before, but only in the relative safety of Defence Against the Dark Arts, and watching him now, in an environment where he doesn’t need to hold himself back, where every ounce of his focus and skill is directed at a real-life foe inspires awe and wonder and fear inside you.

The thing slinks around the two of you and tendrils of shadow and darkness curl out and whip at Tom’s feet. You think it must realise that of the two you, Tom is the more immediate threat. Tom leaps out of the way and advances, seemingly without fear for care for his own safety and you’re dimly aware that you’re yelling for him to get back and away. He either doesn’t hear you over the sound of his own casting or he doesn’t care - he just keeps moving, ducking neatly out of the way of another tendril as he sends a jet of golden light that splinters and pierces the monster’s shadows. You keep a tight grip on your wand, trying to think of any spell that might do something against an incorporeal monster.

The monster lets out a shriek and you’re not sure if it’s in pain or just angry but Tom is already moving again. He reaches for you blindly, not taking his eyes off the thing that is currently writhing on the forest floor. Before it can get a chance to recover, Tom raises his wand a final time and the bright white light of a lumos encompasses the shadow being burning and blinding until all that remains is a charred husk a skeleton that matches no anatomy of any creature you’re familiar with.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?” In contrast to the surety with which he duels, his voice is wrecked, a kind of frantic worry lacing his words. When his hands find yours, his grip is tight to the point of it being painful, as though he’s half-convinced that if he lets go you’ll fade into the shadows along with the monster.

A feeling of warmth and affection surges inside of you, far stronger than the fear that courses through your veins and you grip his hand back, clinging just as tightly to him as he is to you. “I’m fine— Tom, are you okay? I’m sorry for dragging you out here with me,” You say, anger at having gotten him into this mess and anger that the school would harbour some kind of shadow demon in the forest forging your voice into something sharp and hard.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” He says and you’d be insulted by the way he brushes you off if it weren’t for the way that his thumb brushes your knuckles as he pulls you closer to his side. You know him well enough to hear the unspoken worry in his words. “This is exactly why I came with you.” You know he’s telling the truth. Since you’ve known him, Tom has always had an uncanny ability to know when you’ll need him, has always been there to help and protect you. Usually, that involves editing your essays and handing out detentions to people who trouble you, but you shouldn’t be surprised that he’s taken his chosen role to heart and would gladly put himself in harm's way if it meant you didn’t have to.

Nestled against him like this, you feel the fear that’s been with you since you first entered the forest fade, leaving behind a tired sort of fondness and relief. He’s still glaring at the place where the thing used to be, still tense and stiff as though he’s waiting for it to rise up and start attacking you both again. Tentatively, you reach up and brush your fingers against his jaw, willing him to turn and look at you, so that you can see for yourself that he’s okay, that he’s still here, with you. After a pause, he grants you your wish and your heart quickens at the ferocity lingering in his eyes. “Thank you,” You breathe and just like that, something shifts in the air around you and the tension leaches out of him.

He leans down and brushes a kiss against your forehead and you wind your arms around his back, one hand splayed firmly against his shoulder blades, the other running through the short dark curls at the nape of his neck. “I’m okay, I promise. Thank you for being here.” And you’re not just thanking him for tonight, though are you grateful, you’re thanking him for every instance he’s stepped in to look after and protect you.

“I’d never let anything happen to you, you must realise that by now.” He murmurs, and in the hushed silence of the forest, you can hear the unspoken promise clear as you can feel the warmth of his hand in yours.

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 7 months

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It's Wednesday my dudes and I come bearing the gift/curse of writing. I know most of you don't go here, I'm sorry, COD has infected my brain and I can't get it out so FC5 is on the back burner for a little while (i'm still writing it, it's just my brain needs a break from the deranged army woman and the darker stuff I have going on in that canon for a bit) so have a taste of a little fic I'm working on set before the events of the call of duty: modern warfare (reboot) games.

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October 13, 2017 09:37 - Special Reconnaissance Regiment Headquarters, Stirling Lines, Credenhill, Herefordshire, United Kingdom

"Sgt. Sinclair."

"Of course, sir."

"Yes, this is Sgt. Sinclair."

"Good to meet you," the American said with a nod of her head. "I'm Kate Laswell." Holding her hand out to the open seat beside her, she directed Rory to it. "Take a seat."

Shaking her head, the short choppy locks of her chestnut bob hovered around her neck. "No, not really. Just that you're looking for boots on the ground?"

"Not exactly. We have the boots, it's more so a certain expertise." Kate glanced over at the younger woman, her brow lifting. "Why's a soldier like you working behind the scenes?"

"Off the books?"

She cleared her throat and returned Laswell’s eye contact. "Oftentimes, yeah."

Kate paused, her head tipping to the side. "Seen some things, huh?"

"Not afraid to get your hands dirty then." Laswell’s face never seemed to change, her mouth drawn in a straight line as she folded her hands on the table.

"I did what was asked of me."

"Like?" The station chief seemed genuinely interested in her, trying to get a beat on her all the same. Both of them were in the process of figuring out who they were about to get into bed with.

"Primarily I focused on targets of high importance to prevent further incursion from the insurgency. Assassinations, interrogations – been there, done that."

"Assassinations?" Kate's voice rose, her interest piqued.

"I”m SSC trained. Ran a fair few missions that left me in some nests in high towers."

"A sniper, huh?"

"Yeah. When needed."

Nodding, Laswell’s straight face seemed to break for just a brief moment into a nearly unnoticeable grin. "How many confirmed kills?"

"High importance targets? Thirty three. I lost count of the random sods," she said with a shrug.

Laswell sipped her coffee, unfazed, hearing news like that was just a walk in the park for this woman. "No stranger to deep recon then?"

"You have some connections with intelligence?"

"I have friends at MI6."

"Great." Laswell shut her laptop and scooped it under her arm as she stood, collecting her coffee cup in her other hand. "Come with me."

"Just like that."

"So, you straddle the line between spy and soldier, huh?" Kate asked, her eyes kept forward.

"Sort of like you, I assume?" Rory asked with a sideways glance, her lips curving into a half grin.

"Sort of." Kate huffed out a laugh. "Yeah."

They turned the corner and headed down the stairs, the reverberations of their shoes on concrete stairs bouncing off the walls. Once an RAF base, now the headquarters of the SRR and the 22 Special Air Service Regiment in the midlands, it was sprawling with large open fields. Out on the parade, a helo sat waiting, it’s rotor warmed up and the blades spinning. There was no time to grab her things, it was get up and go, the moment she said yes she was being tossed from the frying pan into the fire. The urgency was clear, she had likely already been transferred and meeting Laswell was simply a courtesy.

"Yeah, John, this is her.” Laswell pulled on the front of her jacket as she sat back and got comfortable. “Sergeant Sinclair, meet Captain Price."

"Nice to meet you, Sergeant."

His voice was deep, rumbling, and it stirred something in her. She was no stranger to appreciating someone’s timbre, but this was something different. He seemed so familiar, she couldn’t place how, but she knew it. Intimately. And then the memory hit her – the bathroom stall. Five years prior, one night in a bar. The sheer chance of them meeting like this damn near improbable. Her stomach dropped. Jesus. His face was nearly recognizable beneath the facial hair that hadn't been there the first time they met. His voice had become more gruff, lower than she remembered. The cigar he was currently smoking gave a clear indication as to why. Swallowing down the embarrassment that threatened to burn at her cheeks as she looked at him, she gauged his reaction to her name - if he recognized her the way she suddenly did him, he didn't show it.

Tugging at the tactical vest he wore, Price tilted his head back, puffing on his cigar and looking out the window as the helicopter began to move, the inside shaking as they lifted up off the ground.

There was no backing out now.

#wip wednesday #cod fanfiction #oc: rory sinclair #captain john price #kate laswell #fic: all along the watchtower

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years

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Bad dealings.

Warnings: not much really. Maybe some swearing and soft Miguel.

WC: 1501.

Enjoy x

You drove the car past the Welcome to Santo Padre sign and you took a deep breath looking out your window at the road just concentrating on getting to the hospital and limit any sightings of you. You couldn’t believe you were back here; you flew out of Mexico to Arizona almost 12 months ago with promises to yourself that you would never be back here, but your Dad fell ill and your Mum needed you. Your cousins helped you disappear after they almost killed you when they found out how deep you had gotten.

You had finished high school and went straight into working in the mayor’s office and worked your way up to the mayor’s personal assistant. Your life had been fine until Miguel Galindo walked into the office and your whole world changed after that very first encounter, which then lead to you sleeping with him after his divorce, to you leaking information to him, not because he asked but because you were falling in love with the cartel boss and you wanted to see him happy and for all his plans to go ahead and be ahead of every move.

You were busted when you had taken some photos of classified paper work in Antonia’s office and instead of sending them to Miguel’s email, you sent it to the deputy mayor’s assistant addressed to Miguel with a seductive photo also attached. The assistant leaked the email, the whole situation exploding in your face, you being threatened with illegal action and you had to get out as soon as you could. You couldn’t even walk down the street and not get nasty words thrown at you.

Angel and Ez turned up at your place when they saw the paper, asking you what you needed, after them telling you off for jumping into bed with Miguel in the first place. They organised everything for you, like amazing older cousins do. Your parents went to stay with their Dad for a bit and the boys helped you get under the boarder through the clubs tunnels to the Mexico airport with new hair, a new name, a new phone number, a house that had been rented and you started a new life leaving everything behind, including your deep feelings for Miguel and the guilt of walking away and not telling him you had left.

You pulled up in the hospital car park, slipping on your sunglasses and walking inside to find your Dad. As you walked through the halls you rounded a corner to a long hall way of rooms and came face to face with Angel in Nestor’s face, Gilly trying to pull a yelling Angel back who had his fist raised,

“She’s going to come back, its her Dad and when she does you tell me” Nestor snarled in Angel’s face. Angel went to throw his hand forward and your voice rang out through the hallway,

“Angel, stop” You shouted.

Everyone’s head turned to look at you. Nestor’s eye blew open when he seen you and Angel stepped back, walking towards you, his arm going around your neck and leading down the opposite way towards your Dad’s room,

“Nice to see you cuz” Angel kissed the top of your head “You do realise Galindo’s bulldog has seen you, he’ll find out your back”

“I’ am here for 4 days, to see Dad and leave. He won’t know where I’ am staying anyway”

“You wish mami, you know what he’s like. He’ll find you. He’s Miguel fucking Galindo and your the first women that ever risked her freedom the way you did for him. So stupid. ”

“Yeah, yeah” you rolled your eyes “We going to talk about it every time I see you?”

“Probably, yeah” Angel laughed kissing your forehead.

It was best that you staid in the next town over in a hotel in the out skirts. You didn’t want to risk getting seen, it being reported back to Antonia that you were in town and start that whole nightmare again. You had ordered room service once you got back from the hospital and showered, when there was a knock on the door you thought that’s what it was, your food. But when you swung it open, a range of different emotions charged through you.

Miguel looked back to you, looking just liked you remembered, smelling just how you remembered, his hair and beard perfect as ever and his suit just as well fitting as what they used to be. You wanted nothing more than to jump on him, kiss him, feel him against you. But his face and eyes were cold, so you just gave him a small smile, moving out of the way and gesturing for him to come into your room. You took a deep breath closing the door behind you after shooting Nestor a dirty look, who was sitting in the car outside. You turned to Miguel sitting on the end of your bed,

“Did Nestor follow me here?”

“You left” Miguel looked up at you, his eye’s starting to tear up “You left and you didn’t tell me. I couldn't find you, I didn’t know where you had gone, if you were ok. You left me. I would have helped you get through it; I wouldn’t have let anything happen to you”

“Miguel” you took a step closer to him and he held up his hand to stop you and you froze looking down at your feet tears running down your cheeks.

“You didn’t trust me to look after you?” Miguel looked up, his face like stone but hurt in his eyes.

“It was my fault; I never should have done what I did. You could have done it on your own. You didn’t need my help. I let my heart take over and done something really stupid that will follow me around for the rest of my life” you sniffed.

“I would have protected you, mi sol” Miguel muttered shaking his head.

Your heart hurt hearing your pet name. You walked over to him, getting down on your knees in front him, you reached up slowly, your hands going to rest on his cheeks. The feel of his beard on your palms sending goose bumps all over you. Miguel was stiff at your touch at first till you lent onto his legs and he sighed into you, his hands going on top of yours, his forehead resting on yours and he started to cry. You pulled your hands away, pushing his legs apart, crawling forward between them and throwing your arms around him pulling him into you.

One of your hands rubbed over his back, your other rested on the back of his head and you covered the other side of his face in kisses. Miguel brought his arms around you, hugging you tightly. His solid chest pressed into you and you started to sob, Miguel’s tears free flowing down his cheeks as well. You both staid like that for a long moment, crying in each other’s arms. You pulled back looking up into Miguel red face, his hand moving onto your cheek, his thumb brushing the tears away and his other moving to rest on your shoulder,

“Where did you go?”

“Arizona” you cleared your throat “Angel and Ez got me over the border and I flew out of Mexico”

Miguel reached for both your hands to pull you up off the floor and guided you to sit on the bed. He snaked an arm around you pulling you into him and you rested a hand on his thigh.

“I checked all flights, for weeks. Your name wasn’t on any”

“Victora Pérez” you gave him a half smile and Miguel nodded back sucking in his lips “Miguel, I’ am so sorry. I should have told you, should have called you to tell you I was ok”

“That you were alive” Miguel shot back and locked eyes with you.

You took a deep breath, both your eyes searching each other’s. You both started to move towards each other, your lips meeting, fitting together so perfectly. You both sighed into each other’s mouth’s. You slid your hand’s up over Miguel’s jacket and stopped to sit on his shoulders and Miguel’s hands threaded into your hair, the kiss deepening. Miguel broke the kiss, kissing your cheek twice and his finger nails scraping over your sculp affectionally,

“I missed you” you whispered.

“It almost killed me, you not being here. You leaving me. Every day I searched somewhere new, finding nothing. When Nestor walked in telling me he had seen you” Miguel paused looking down shaking his head, emotion filling him again “Come home, come back to me”

“Miguel, I can’t. After everything. How can I start over here again?”

“With me. Together. Amor, we will make it work. I’ll sort it out. I’ll handle it”

“What does that mean?”

“Please Y/N, trust me on this. Come home to me mi sol, please.”

Tags: @beccabarba @lovebishoplosamiguelgalindo @alwaysachorusgirl

#miguel galindo #miguel galindo x reader #miguel galindo x you #mayans mc #mayans fanfic #mayansmc

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h0tch-r0cket · 3 years

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Infatuation (18+) {a.h.} chapter 1

summary: you needed a job. aaron hotchner needed a babysitter. the rest was inevitable

word count: 2.6K

warnings: minor explicit language

table of contents

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - You were woken up from your deep sleep to a weight dramatically coming onto your chest. You groaned loudly, hoping to have had a few extra minutes of shut eye before heading out for the day. But when you felt the slobbery kisses placed onto your cheeks and the cold, wet nose brushing against your face, you knew your plans had been changed.

"Artemis! Come on, girl," you laughed, trying to push the energetic French bulldog out of your face. "Stop it!" You struggled to keep the black and white pooch back. Small frustrated grunts left Artemis as she continued to try to make her way past your hands that were pushing up against her chest.

You turned your head to your nightstand to look at the time. 7am. "Arty, you couldn't have even waited until at least 9 to wake me up?" A small yap from Artemis begged to differ. You sat up in your bed, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes. "Okay, okay," you said defeated. "We'll head out early today." Artemis excitedly wagged her little nub of a tail and barked again before jumping off your bed, disappearing into your apartment.

You threw the comforter off of you and placed your feet down on the cold, wooden floor that lined your bedroom. You stretched out your arms before getting up and heading into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

While you were brushing your teeth, you heard the door of your apartment open and shut. Keys clattered onto the table and you heard a heavy sigh. Footsteps grew louder as they got closer to your bedroom. A small knock landed on your door as your roommate's voice called out for you.

"Hey, Y/N? What are you doing up so early on a Saturday?," Esmé asked with a light chuckle. You wiped off your mouth and splashed some cold water in your face.

"Well," you started as you made your way back into your bedroom, "I wasn't exactly planning on it but I guess Artemis wanted to head to the park before it gets too busy."

Esmé leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed over her light blue scrubs. She had just gotten back from a late night over at the ER and from the looks of her, she was going to be spending the remainder of the day in bed resting.

You met Esmé during your freshman year at college. You both were in the same freshman seminar class with the teacher that everyone hated. Of course, you bonded with her quickly. How could you not? She was the sweetest person you had ever met and she always managed to put a smile on your face on your worst days.

After you both graduated, with your degree in business and Esmé's degree in nursing, you decided to share an apartment. For one thing, it was a hell of a lot cheaper than trying to find your own place. And on the other hand, you weren't ready to go your separate ways from Esmé just yet.

"That sounds like little old Arty to me," she laughed. The quick pitter patter of paws down the hallway interrupted your conversation as Artemis came back into your bedroom with her mouth holding onto her leash. Esmé rolled her eyes at the sight. "We never should have taught her that. Now the little queen is so demanding when she wants to go out on her walks.”

You headed over to your dresser, pulling out your favorite pair of athletic joggers and the matching tank top to go with it. "Any plans for today?" you asked as you heard Esmé head into the kitchen.

"Crashing on the couch. Maybe going over to see Danny. Not sure yet," she responded with her voice slightly raised.

You quickly got changed and grabbed your running shoes to go with the rest of your outfit. You put your hair up into a quick ponytail and grabbed the baseball cap that rested on top of your dresser. "How are things going with Daniel?" you asked as you made your way to where your roommate was. You patted the side of your leg as you walked as an effort to get Artemis to snap out of her little daze and follow behind.

"As good as they can be. It's hard with my work schedule. I barely get to see him. I see you more than him." She leaned on her elbows on the kitchen table and rubbed her temples slowly.

"And that's a bad thing? Figured you like me more anyway," you teased as you grabbed a chilled bottle of water from the fridge.

"You're right about that. Just wait until you find a job. You'll be feeling my pain too. " She let out a small sigh as she sat down on the stool in front of her, her fingers still rubbing against her temples.

For the time being, you were unemployed. However, each and every day you were applying to new places, trying to get into a place where your business degree would actually be utilized.

You had been working at a marketing company up until two months ago when they consolidated the company. Your particular department was downsized and being that you were the newest employee with the least time put in, you were laid off.

When that happened, you were devastated. You found something you really enjoyed doing, only to have lost that position relatively quickly. Thankfully, you had funds saved up to stay afloat.

"Trust me, E, I wish I was working 60 plus hours a week again. I miss it," you laughed. You crouched down and grabbed the leash from Artemis' mouth, latching it onto her harness. Next to you was her little rope toy so you figured you'd bring that to the dog park to play with. "I'll see you when I get back. Get some rest, ok?

"Esmé nodded and waved her hand tiredly as you left your apartment.———You and Artemis always took the same route for your daily walks. You'd walk a couple blocks down from your apartment building to the dog park that was maybe a 15 minutes away from your home.

When you arrived at the dog park, you saw that it was busier than normal with dogs of all different sizes running around and playing with each other. Artemis, slightly panting from the walk, was wagging her little nub again. "Arty, I think we're going to have to skip the dog park today," you said while leaning down to scratch behind her ear. "Let's head over to the baseball fields.

"Not too far away from the dog park was a couple of recreational baseball fields that sometimes hosted little league games. Normally, they never had any games this early in the morning and you were hoping that was the case so Artemis could get some of her energy out.

To your delight, the fields were completely deserted. Not a single person in sight. You unhooked Artemis from her leash and she took off like a bat out of hell. She ran circles around you, her legs moving as fast as they could. You could hear the small little grunts she made as she ran and you couldn't help but laugh at how crazy she was acting.

"Hey Artemis!" you shouted excitedly. You held up her rope toy in your hand and you immediately captured the bulldog's attention. "You want it?" you asked teasingly.

Artemis ran up to you and pounced onto your leg, eagerly trying to grab the rope toy. "Okay, okay!" you laughed. You drew your arm back and chucked the rope as far as you could. "Go get it!"

You watched as Artemis dashed across the field to get the rope. She came running back quickly, placing the rope toy at your feet.

"Good girl," you reassured, giving her a few taps on her side.

You spent the next hour or so running around with Artemis and playing fetch until you could tell she was getting tuckered out. Frankly, you were tired too. It was nice to take some time for yourself before you continued your search for a new job in the multitude of different websites and ads that you have frequently checked over the past few weeks.

"Ready to go home?" you asked as you hooked the leash back onto her harness.

Languidly, Artemis walked next to you, her pace drastically different from when you first left that morning.

As you two walked past the dog park again, you heard some kind of commotion. You looked around to try to see what was going on but you didn't see anything that caught your eye. You continued to walk Artemis, thinking about what other places you could try to apply to today.

Out of nowhere, a German Shepherd ran in front of you and Artemis like a bullet, knocking into your leg. Artemis' head darted in the direction of the dog and she barked at him. This caught the shepherd's attention and he came doubling back towards you.

Instinctively, you scooped up Artemis in your arms, not willing to take any chances with this dog that randomly came out of nowhere.

"Buster! Get back over year," a male voice boomed. The shepherd's ears perked up and his tail started wagging, as he sat down on the sidewalk right next to you.

Heavy footsteps came up behind you and you turned to see a man running with a broken leash in his hands. "Buster!" he hissed. "You don't do that," he said angrily. The shepherd walked slowly over to its owner, who tied a makeshift knot around his collar with the longer piece of the leash that remained intact.

"I'm sorry about that," the man said, standing up to face you. He seemed older than you. His jawline was chiseled and his eyes a warm brown, framed with a rounded pair of glasses. His raven colored hair was a bit messy, presumably from the running he just endured. He was also tall. Taller than you. The faint smell of cedar and cigarettes filled the air around you.

Quite honestly, he might have been the most attractive man you had ever seen in your life, besides the possibility of almost being run down by his dog.

"You should get a stronger leash," you said bluntly, running your hand down Artemis' back.

"Believe me, I've tried," he assured, as he patted his hand on top of the shepherd's head.

"Try a little harder so you don't scare the shit out of people around here," you scoffed, turning on your heels to head back to your apartment.

"Thanks for the great advice," the man responded dryly. You didn't even bother looking back to say anything to him. It wasn't worth your time.

Asshole, you thought. —— After a refreshing shower, you decided to make some lunch for yourself. Fixing up your favorite sandwich, you sat down at the kitchen table to glance through the job listings again, silently praying that you would find something to your liking. At this point, you were willing to do almost anything, even if it wasn't related to business. You just needed to keep your mind busy until you found some better job.

Searching for a decent job was harder than you thought. Being that you didn't have a lot of experience in the marketing field, that ruled out a lot of jobs right away that required years of time put into the job. How were you supposed to learn and gain experience when no one was willing to hire you because you barely had any experience? It was certainly frustrating and quite the conundrum but you pushed on.

There were so many different jobs that were being offered on the different websites, it became a bit overwhelming after a while. You scrolled through countless fast food positions, tutoring jobs, and even a lot of caretaking for the elderly.

At the rate you were going, you were going to have to settle for something, even if it had nothing to do with business. You had only just gotten your feet wet in the field and you truly did love every aspect of marketing.

These are only temporary, you convinced yourself as you applied to a nursing home to be an aid. This won't be my life forever. I just need something for the time being.

You applied to a few more places, even taking a chance and applying at different marketing companies even though you didn't quite meet the exact requirements they were looking for. You hoped that the company was desperate enough to disregard your lack of experience and welcome you on board anyway.

You sighed deeply and headed over to the kitchen cabinet to pour yourself a glass of rosé before continuing your application process.

Once you returned to your laptop, you refreshed the job listings as you had only about one hundred times that day. A new listing popped up right on top of the screen.

Babysitter Needed for 6 year old boy -Have to have an open schedule -Preferable to have babysitter in house -Will conduct thorough interview to determine candidate qualifications and go over any other questions/details about the position -Weekly salary of $700

Please call Aaron Hotchner for further details

Huh, you thought. Worth a shot. Easy way to make some quick cash.

You grabbed your cell phone and quickly dialed the number that was listed on the bottom of the ad. As you heard the dial tones, you took a deep breath and prepared yourself to make a first good impression, even if it was just over the phone.

The call connected rather quickly and you were ready for whatever was going to come out of this phone call. "Hello? Is this Mr. Hotchner?" you asked, making your voice as polite and confident as possible.

"Yes it is," he replied. "I'm assuming this is about the babysitting ad?"

"Yes, sir. My name is Y/N Y/L/N and I am really interested in the position. Is there anyway we can set up an interview in the upcoming days?" You were hoping that since the ad was only posted a few minutes ago that you were the first one to respond to it. A part of you was fearing the inevitable, that someone bet you to it. That seemed to be your luck lately with finding jobs.

"How about tomorrow? I'd prefer if you come swing by my house so I can see you interact with my son for a bit to determine if he'd actually get along with you."

"That sounds great, Mr. Hotchner."

"Aaron," he quickly interrupted.

"I'm sorry?" you asked, not wanting to be rude.

"Please, call me Aaron. Mr. Hotchner was my father and, quite honestly, that's not someone I want to be reminded of," he spoke softly.

"I'm sorry Mr.—I mean," you caught yourself and bit back on your words. "Aaron."

"Is the number you're calling from the best number to reach you at?" he asked, going on with business as usual.

"Yes, it's my cell. I always have it on me so I won't be too hard to find," you assured.

"Perfect. I'll text you my address once I get off the phone with you. Does around 1 o'clock tomorrow afternoon work?"

"That sounds fantastic."

"See you tomorrow, Y/N."

"Have a great day, Aaron," you responded happily. The phone call ended quickly and you couldn't help but have the gut feeling that things were going to go your way for once.

Tomorrow could start a whole new chapter in my life, you realized. You took another sip of your rosé and shut your laptop off for the night, ready to make the best of your interview tomorrow.

authors note: hello hello! i hope you guys are ready for this one! it's something i've wanted to do for a while and quite frankly, i'm super excited about it. hopefully, the next chapter will be a bit longer but for now i’m hoping this will hold you guys over!

thank you all for your support!

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yonkimint · 3 years

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So Show Me, I’ll Show You

Part 28.1

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When the door to your hospital room swings open, you groan in relief. Finally Jimin was here to jailbreak you. It was great having Lauren, Heeji, and Luna here but they are dutiful bulldogs and you can’t blame them. Your last visit to the hospital had left them pretty traumatized.

Your hopes fall when a man in scrubs steps into the room instead. You had seen him once or twice but you had never exchanged words. In fact, the only reason you remember him at all is because he is white and you thought that was odd, considering you were in a Korean hospital.

“Oh hi,” you say, uncomfortable, when he just stands at the foot of your bed. His head is bowed so you can’t study his face too closely but his presence puts you on edge. He doesn’t respond to your greeting so you push on, trying to keep your tone nonchalant, “The nurses just did their rotations and I’m doing fine. Did you need to check something?”

He laughs. A low throaty laugh that has haunted all of your nightmares. Your hands fist around hospital sheets as a cold chill runs up your spine. Swallowing around the lump rising in your throat, you peer closer at him.Mark’s hair is black. This orderly’s is ash blonde. But everything else… you suck in a sharp breath.

“Hello, y/n, did you get my flowers?”

He lifts his head and all his sharp features suddenly come into focus. He has been here the whole time watching you try to recover from injuries that he perpetuated. He looks pleased. And his pleasure makes you want to claw his face off.

“Go to hell, asshole.” You try to sound menacing, to hiss these words like poison, but they only come out a weak, fearful wheeze. Mark clucks his tongue at you.

“Look at you, y/n, trying to be brave when you’re really nothing but a weakling. A cowardly little girl. You would be nothing without me and you know it. You don’t really think you’re going to fight me, do you?”

There’s a glimmer in his eye and it makes you so angry. But the part of you that has endured his abuse for years is still the stronger part and you feel your anger give way to hopelessness. Mark is right. You won’t fight him.

“Good girl. Now, we are going to go on a little field trip, okay?”

You shudder as he steps around the bed and traces the IV still in your arm. You had been waiting until the last second to remove it so the nurses wouldn’t suspect anything if they walked in but now you regret that choice. Mark has no intentions of being gentle with you.

He presses a palm against your mouth, smiling vindictively as the fingers of his other hand loop around the tubes that have been delivering your medicine and fluid for the last few days and yanks the whole thing loose. You whimper into his skin as blood splashes from your open vein.

“How are we supposed to go on a field trip when any camera is going to catch you dragging me out of this room?” you ask him, hoping fleetingly that he hasn’t thought of this. But he’s been here for who knows how long.

“My little writer,” he coos, snatching your phone from your lap and slipping it into his scrubs pocket, “You really do try to think of everything that can happen, don’t you?”

You glare at him. You have taken abuse from him all these years and still, it’s the patronizing that sets you off every time. And he knows he’s pushed the right button too because he laughs and pats your cheek gently.

“Oh my sweet little y/n, the field trip is right here in the hospital. I’m going to roll you out of here in that wheelchair,” he says, pausing to point to the wheelchair that sits in the corner of your room, “and we’re going to go down the hall. And you’ll do exactly what I tell you to because you know that I have your phone which means I can either let you say goodbye to your friends or make them think that you never want to see them again. Your choice!”

This is so cliche, you think, hobbling out of bed when he gestures for you to get up, like something out of a stupid soap opera. Disguises himself as an orderly and kidnaps me right under everyone’s noses. God damnit.

Your field trip brings you to a supply closet on the third floor of the hospital which, conveniently, is under renovation. You can’t help but think that Mark is following this cliched script just to piss off the writer in you.

Now that you’re out of sight of the cameras, he has tied your limbs to the chair so you can’t run away. A gag sits roughly in your mouth and cuts against the corners of your lips. Mark is circling you as if deciding where he should start.

Lauren told you that he threatened to do so much worse than put you in the hospital next time he found you and you let your eyes flutter shut in defeat.

You choose not to think about that. Instead, you let your memories play like old movie reels on the backs of your eyelids. Heeji’s art galleries. Lauren’s photo shoots. And Luna’s ridiculous seances every full moon.

You stifle a chuckle. No need to bring on Mark’s wrath any sooner than necessary.

And then, newer memories begin to play and a lump rises in your throat. These ones aren’t supposed to be tinged with melancholy. These are supposed to be the memories of starting over. The memories from after you are safe.

You swallow hard.

The flight had already taken a lot out of you. This was just the cherry on top of a totally stressful, life changing ice cream sundae. At least this coffee shop seemed safe and warm while you tried to figure out if you were going to be homeless or not.

Seoyun, the barista, had been kind enough to give you the WiFi password so looking up your address shouldn’t be too difficult. Still, you lowered your head down on the table with a sigh of defeat. Seoul was so confusing.

“Oh, I know that look,” a voice sounds above you. Your head snaps up, eyes narrowing, already distrustful of a friendly stranger in the heart of South Korea. He smiles at you and his perfect rows of white teeth are so familiar, you already feel your tense muscles uncoiling. He presses on, “it’s not your first day in Seoul, is it?”

You glance at your luggage and back at him, remembering Lauren’s texts to go find BTS. As if the butt of some cosmic joke, it seems that they have found you instead.

You roll your eyes at him, “what gave it away?”

He glances down at your luggage too and laughs. You study his face carefully so you see the exact moment he makes a decision that will alter the course of both your lives.

His hands are full with two trays of coffee and he shoves them down on your table without asking. You raise an eyebrow at him, not really surprised by his boldness but somehow taken aback all the same, but he only flashes his brilliant smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the force of it. He sits down.

“You look like you don’t trust yourself to breathe. Like you’re trapped in your own brain or something,” he comments.

You lean forward, reminding yourself to calm the flare of annoyance rising in your chest before you speak. “Jimin,” you say evenly, “do you think you can just sit here with a complete stranger, flirt with her a little bit, and she’ll open up with her whole life story?”

“It’s always worked before,” he chirps back, batting his eyes, that same heart melting grin never wavering. But you see it there behind his gaze. No one has ever called him out on this before and you smile.

“I sincerely doubt that…” you say, trailing off as his hand darts out for the phone you’ve left on the table. You gasp, your reflexes too slow to catch him now, and he giggles swiping through as many un-password protected screens as he can.

“Well, I sincerely doubt that you know where you’re going since you’re sitting in a random coffee shop with all your luggage so, out of the kindness of my heart, I’ve decided to help you find your way,” he says, handing the phone back and gesturing for you to unlock it for him.

Your insides are screaming not to do it. You have to keep a low profile or starting over is going to fail but the earnest look in his eye has you wavering. With a sigh, you unlock the phone and you feel it deep in your gut, everything is over before it’s even begun.

It didn’t really matter what Mark was doing to torture you, just that he was and the pain was excruciating. You had heard a rumor once that after a certain point, the body would stop responding to pain but you were sure now that that was a lie. This was endless.

Your eyes start to roll back when Mark claps in front of your face again. You blink back into focus and your whole body is screaming for relief. He’s looking at you like you should say something to him but you can’t speak, the gag still firmly in your mouth, muffling all your screams.

“Can’t have you dozing off, my favorite little writer, you’ll miss the best part!”

You quirk an eyebrow, inviting him to give his little villain’s speech. He obviously wants to follow the soap opera script so you might as well let him follow it to its natural conclusion. He grins, tracing your jaw line with something icy cold. A knife?

No, you tell yourself, don’t think about that.

“You’re probably thinking how cliche this all must be. The hospital disguise. The hiding in plain sight. You’re probably even thinking that since we stayed in the hospital, it’s inevitable that I will get caught. Which is true. The question is if it will happen before or after I kill you,” he says, “And maybe the more important question is this: why did Mark do this to the thing that makes him all his money?”

The thing? You would spit on him if there weren’t a gag in your mouth.

He leans close, his eyes boring into yours. “And the answer is really quite simple. You disgust me. You think you’re so talented and so clever. Everyone adores you and bends over backwards to care for you and what do you really need protection from? Your big, bad manager and publisher?”

He’s going to keep ranting, you know it, and you don’t want the short time you have left to be spent listening to this tirade. They say it’s normal to disassociate under trauma and so you do, falling into your memories again.

Namjoon had warned you about Yoongi before you even stepped foot in the studio. It still wasn’t enough to stop the way your heart dropped down into your stomach when you caught a glimpse of him in the hallway.

You had told him after the fact that you didn’t remember this moment but the truth of the matter was, it was impossible to erase this memory from your mind. With all the steel you could muster, you met his gaze. Dark, critical eyes stared back at you, soft pink lips pressed into a thin, annoyed line.

You offered a gentle smile like it was an olive branch, your knees wobbling while you waited for him to roll his eyes or storm away. But his eyes only widened, those annoyed lips parting in a small ‘o’, color rushing up to dust his round cheeks.

It made your knees knock together and you ducked your head. What was that? Forget it. If he was going to refuse to meet you, you weren’t going to waste feelings over it.

The next memory spills into recollection almost on top of this one.

Would it be okay if I came and listened to what you’re working on? you texted Namjoon.

Jungkook and Hobi were arguing about who got to be Luigi in the next race. You chuckled to yourself, amazed for the billionth time that you had somehow been invited to hang out with these boys again. You had already known they were incredible but actually interacting with them was overwhelming. They were as wonderful as they had always seemed from afar.

Even, you thought, Yoongi. He had extended a truce but he was still frustrating to no end. What did he mean you could never be friends? He was obviously capable of being friendly and you knew the way he cared for and protected his group members. It shouldn’t sting so much that he didn’t want to be YOUR friend but what could you do?

“Y/n, I curated a meme just for you,” Tae whispers from his place beside you on the couch and you startle when he pushes his phone into your hands.

“What the hell, Tae?” you burst out laughing, trying to make sense of the chaotic picture before you. He starts laughing too, satisfied by your reaction and takes his phone back. You punch his arm lightly and mutter, “you’re so weird.”

Let me ask Yoongi, your phone chimes. Your stomach surges with some feeling you don’t understand. You remind yourself that you’re just going to hang out with Joon. This has nothing to do with Yoongi and yet…

How is he supposed to become your friend if you let him keep avoiding you?

He says you can’t talk but you can come in.

You’re out of your seat before you have time to think about it more. The boys look up at you in surprise and you announce that you’re gonna hang out with Namjoon a bit before you challenge them to Mario Kart. The look of fear in Jungkook’s eyes sends you into another fit of laughter and you pat his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, Kookie, winning isn’t everything!”

“Yes it is!” he groans as you walk away.

In the studio, your stomach starts to dance again. Yoongi doesn’t look up from the scratch paper he’s scribbling on but you can see the way his fingers tighten around his pen. He is as aware of your presence as you are of his. When Namjoon points to the spot on the couch beside him, it takes all your concentration not to trip over your own feet.

You scold yourself for this silly behavior. There are more adoring members of this kpop group to be mooning over. Mooning over? You are NOT mooning over Yoongi. Who said that? Not you.

Anyway, whatever it is you’re feeling, Yoongi has done nothing to deserve it. So why do your eyes keep landing on him as you survey the room?

“I don’t like that lyric there,” Namjoon says, “maybe we should move it down into the second verse.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes but it’s softened by the small smile playing at his lips. He and Namjoon must have been going back and forth over these lines for quite some time. You watch as he scribbles out the words and moves them lower down the page.

His eyes meet yours and the hairs rise on the back of your arms. He doesn’t look upset that you’re there and that’s almost more unsettling than him insulting you. You press your lips together and search for anywhere in the room to look but him.

The phone in your lap will have to provide distraction enough. You pick it up and fiddle around between home screens but there’s nothing as interesting there as what’s happening before you so you listen in on the lyrics they’re crafting while you pretend to text the girls.

Of course, when you find out the song is for E.L. Penn, you spiral. You knew your worlds were going to collide if you stuck around long enough. It’s never been a secret to you that Namjoon was a fan of her work — your work — or that they would have worked with her on the movie if she hadn’t gone on hiatus.

But you are just an English teacher in Seoul and not the recipient of this song that is making your heart hurt. You can’t believe Mark would hack into your Twitter account just to set this in motion without you. He’s trying to push your buttons and it’s working.

So you do the only thing you can. You call Lauren.

When you return to the studio, Namjoon is gone. You knew he would be since he passed you in the hall while you were still on the phone. Yoongi looks up at you in surprise but you only offer a curt nod before beelining for your spot on the couch.

The tears spill out before you can help it and your phone buzzes with a text from Yoongi. You feel stupid as you read his stupid question through blurred vision. You respond sardonically and toss your phone onto the couch.

When he tells you you’re killing the vibe, you almost launch to your feet and run out of the room but Yoongi stops you. You stare at him, mouth gaping open like a fish.

“You want to what?” you ask, wondering if he’ll scold you for talking out loud to him.

He reaches for his guitar instead, a sleek, black stained acoustic that you’ve seen in several lives from before you actually knew him. He strums the chords lightly, the sweet sounds discordant in the small space. You blink at him.

“It’s something I’ve been working on,” he says vaguely, “I’m just curious what you think.”

“Why me?” you ask, confused. He frowns at you, his lips puckering and little dimples appearing in the corners of his cheeks.

“Just be quiet and listen, okay?” he asks it like a question but you know he’s giving a command.

You smile at him a little too sweetly and then settle back into the couch, pulling your legs up to your chest, so you can rest your chin on your knees as he starts to strum. He rolls his eyes at you but there’s a smile in them that you’ve never seen directed at you before.

Your stomach makes that weird lurch again and you finally resign yourself to what you are feeling. Butterflies. Min Yoongi is giving you butterflies.

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blu-joons · 3 years

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Dispatch Reveals Your Relationship ~ Son Hyunwoo

As soon as he saw you sat out in the living room, Hyunwoo was desperate to walk back out again. However, as soon as his eyes met yours, he knew that there was no escaping the situation, as his eyes then fell on your laptop which was open on the coffee table with the article on too.

“I wish this wasn’t the way,” he frowned, taking a seat on the sofa beside you. “I don’t know how this has happened, or what we can do Y/N.”

He leaned forwards and pushed the lid of your laptop down, unable to look at the article or the photo of the two of you that had been snapped for any longer.

Your relationship was something you mutually decided to keep secret, you were careful, and aware at all times, or so you thought. When your friend first sent you the article, you thought it was some sort of wind up, but as soon as you saw the photo, you knew how real it was.

“Where do we go from here?” You asked Hyunwoo, noticing how distant his eyes were from you. “The fans are already expressing their anger; I’ve got a huge target on my back right now.”

It was the backlash that he never wanted as Hyunwoo watched his worst nightmare unfold in front of him. He always hoped that his fans would support him if he found happiness, but anything but that was happening for the two of you right now.

“We have to tell the truth,” he sighed, brushing his hands over his face. “It’s not like we can try and convince them we’re not dating when my lips are against your cheek.”

“I just don’t understand, we’ve always been so careful of what we’ve done.”

Hyunwoo shuffled closer towards you, resting his hand against the top of your thigh. His eyes glanced across to your shirt, noticing that it was the same you wore in the photo, his bulldog shirt, as if the evidence wasn’t already conclusive enough for the fans.

Looking back, the two of you knew your decision to wear the shirt was a mistake, you’d gotten away with it before, but never with Hyunwoo right by your side.

“I know it’s scary right now, but I want you to know that I’m not going anywhere,” he quickly assured you, trying to put your mind at ease. “Whatever the fans, the media, the company think, I’m sticking right by your side whilst we ride this out.”

Your head nodded, but words failed to greet you as you tried to remain composed. The words Dispatch had haunted you for a long time, but even more so now they had revealed all about you.

“What are you thinking right now Y/N? Do you want to leave, or do you want to stay?”

Your eyes darted to your right to look at him, as if that was even a question that he needed to ask. It was so sudden, it almost made you doubt yourself.

“What do you want me to do?” You questioned, flipping the question back on him as you tried to understand where Hyunwoo stood through it all.

Instantly, he tightened his arms around you, hoping that would give you a clear and obvious answer. There was no way he wanted to face this alone, not just because he didn’t know what he’d do without you, but also because he knew the world was far too dangerous right now for you to face without him right beside you.

“How are we ever going to be alright again?” You questioned.

“We just get through it, together.”

He almost managed to make it sound easy, but your situation was far from it. You’d never heard your name spoken so many times or seen so many negative comments attached to it. It was heart-breaking for you to suddenly feel like you were drowning in amongst it all.

“We can’t go anywhere Hyunwoo.”

“Why not?” He asked of you. “Just because a few people aren’t happy about us, I’m not going to let that stop us doing our thing.

Hyunwoo was never going to allow himself to be driven into a corner, he was proud of you, regardless of what anyone else had to say about the two of you. He’d always done what he wanted to do, he wasn’t prepared to have anyone tell him how to live his life, especially with you. What others thought, simply didn’t matter to him.

“This is about so much more than us though Hyunwoo.”

Your relationship had always had the full backing of the boys too, they encouraged you more than anyone to be open and happy regardless.

“I won’t let it, no one can change anything.”

Your head nodded, but you were far from convinced. You worried slightly if Hyunwoo had been blindsided by the fact that the fans still loved him, even if he was with you.

But for Hyunwoo, seeing his name continue to be praised only made things harder. He would swap positions with you in a heartbeat and let the fans be angry with him. He was the one that had gone behind their backs to date, if anyone deserved their anger, it was easily him.

“I’ll release a statement,” he suddenly spoke up, “make sure the fans know that their hate won’t change a thing for me, that I’ll still be with you.”

His arm tightened around you once again, “how can you make a promise like that though? There’s so many people around who have things to say, your management for a start will definitely have something to say about all of this, it’s not as easy as that.”

As much as he knew that his company would have something to say, just like the boys, they had been very supportive of the two of you. Just like Hyunwoo, they knew the time would come when you’d become public, but this wouldn’t have been they hoped for it to happen.

“What about you too? Are you just saying this because you don’t want to hurt me?” You quizzed.

“No,” he stated, kissing your cheek gently. “When I told you on our first date that I do what I want, I meant it. Management might be disappointed right now, but they’ll support us, I just know that they will.”

It was easy for Hyunwoo to rely on promises, but to you, this was so much more. You couldn’t bring yourself to open up your phone, let alone answer the endless worrisome calls that came from your friends and family.

They trusted Hyunwoo, and they knew that he’d look after you, but that didn’t stop them worrying about how you were doing too.

“Regardless of how this plays out, I’m right here with you,” he reminded you once again, “we’ll get through this as long as we stick together, if that’s what you want.”

“Of course. I just don’t want to see you get hurt along the way.”

His head shook, cupping the side of your face, “I don’t want to see you get hurt, none of this is your fault, if I wasn’t famous, then we could just be a normal couple.”

“We can’t think about that,” you sighed, “you are famous, and this has happened. Now, we just have to find the right way to respond.”

“Together is how we respond, we prove to the fans that no matter what they have to say, they won’t drive a wedge between us.”

Your head nodded in agreement, “I don’t want any of this to break us Hyunwoo.”

“We won’t let it, I promise you.”

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