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illfoandillfie · 3 years

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Kinktober Day 4: Bimbofication + Cockwarming

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Pairing: Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,164

Warnings: Bimbofication/intelligence play, hypnosis/trance state, cockwarming

A/N: This fic is very much set in my Future Management universe though I think you could get away with not having read the others. I’ve missed writing these two tbh and then I saw that one of the prompts for day 4 was bimbofication and decided it was a good enough excuse to get back to them. But I also really loved the second prompt for day 4, cockwarming, so decided to mix the two together!

After the long week you’d both been dealing with, you and Roger were glad to have a weekend to yourselves to relax. You’d spent too many nights out at various political functions, lobbying politicians and trying to convince the wealthy elite to donate to your cause. It was frustrating though and despite the numerous late nights and all your best efforts, it didn’t feel like you’d got particularly far. Roger had returned to the studio that week to begin recording Queen’s next album, so he was having a better time than you had been, though by all accounts everyone had been a little on edge as the week drew to a close. He’d come home complaining about how snippy everyone had been and how little progress they’d made that day. It was nice just to curl up on the couch together and zone out in front of the telly, not least because recently you’d barely found time to just be together without interruptions. It wasn’t a problem exactly, and you’d known you’d have patches like that when you first started seeing each other, but the lack of intimacy and physical affection created by your busy schedules did take its toll. So, on Friday night, Roger took great joy in turning off the alarm clock, deciding you could both use a lie in. You were too exhausted to even suggest anything more than talking before you went to sleep, but Roger made sure he was spooning you as you settled down, holding you tight. 

Roger was still asleep as you woke, carefully detangling yourself so you could tiptoe to the bathroom, but he offered you a sleepy grin when you came back.  “Sorry, did I wake you?” “Maybe a little. Thought we were going to lie in.” He pouted at you as if you’d betrayed him.  “I had to pee!” you laughed, “But I’m all for lying in now.”  Roger chuckled along with you as he beckoned you over, encouraging you to lay your head on his chest as you snuggled back up. His hand found yours, softly tracing the length of your fingers as he sighed happily.  “I missed this,” he half whispered, pulling your hand up so he could kiss your knuckles.  You hummed in agreement. For someone who’d not been in the habit of sharing your bed or encouraging physical contact, you’d certainly gotten used to Roger’s touch. He’d thoroughly converted you as the relationship became more serious, made you see how nice it was to be held, how comforting his hand in yours could be. And you had missed it over the last week when there’d not seemed to be enough time for those soft, quiet moments with him. You’d sat next to uninterested politicians who nodded politely at what you said but never offered anything useful, and thought about how nice it’d be to feel Roger kiss your temple or squeeze your thigh. And then your mind had taken it further, reminding you how warm you got when his weight was over you, how it felt to fill your lungs with his breath and to taste him on your lips. You shifted at the idea and realised you weren’t the only one who wanted more than just to relax. Scooting away from Roger so you could better face him, you began to suggest you could maybe slip down under the covers and help him get properly excited, but before you got more than a few syllables out he was talking about a different idea. “So, I’ve been thinking about something I thought might be fun to try with my bimbo doll.” “Oh?” You weren’t entirely sure how you felt about that. On one hand you loved when Roger turned you brainless and cock-crazed, how fun it was and how freeing. But this was the first time you’d really been able to be together in a little while. What did it say about the state of your relationship or his opinion of you, if he’d prefer your bimbo alter ego over the real you, “You want her?” “Not necessarily right now,” he said, rubbing his knuckles softly against your cheek, “Not if you don’t want to. I’m happy staying like this with you all day.” “Don’t pretend you don’t want to fuck. I want to fuck.” Roger laughed, “Oh I definitely want to fuck. I’m just saying I’d be perfectly happy fucking beautiful, brainy, you, instead of the slutty idiot.” You couldn’t help but smile at that. “But it’s something I’ve thought about quite a lot. And I think it’d be kind of perfect for such a lazy morning.” “Okay.” you said, thinking about it more, “I’m not entirely opposed to the whole bimbo thing. It might actually be nice to be a bit brainless, maybe even make it a bit easier to relax. Y’know, sort of keep me focused on enjoying the moment and really feeling everything. So why don’t you just tell me what the idea is and then I’ll know how up for it I am right now.” “Hmmm. I thought maybe it could be a surprise. But don’t worry, it’s something we’ve done before. I’m just curious how she’d react to being made to do it.” “Being made to?” you asked, raising your eyebrows in disbelief, “Is this something I like?” “Oh yeah, definitely. Believe me, we’ve done this a few times before. Usually, it’s less part of sex and more to do with the aftercare or the foreplay.” You tried to think of what he meant but nothing came to mind that fit the description. It was intriguing though. And you trusted Roger, you knew he wouldn’t take advantage or force you to do something you wouldn't normally do. If he said you enjoyed it then you must enjoy it usually. Roger waited to see how you’d react. “Nothing to lose?” “Nothing to lose.” He said with a smile, “I promise it’ll be fun, love.” “Okay, let’s do it. I’m insanely curious. But also, sometime later today or tonight, we’re going to have regular, non-bimbo, sex.” “Anything you want. You ready?”

You nodded and instantly felt Roger draw you back down so you were within easier reach. His fingers trailed lightly over your arms as he began to talk you down. You relaxed into the moment, letting his voice wash over you as his touch created goosebumps over your skin. As you closed your eyes your breathing began to soften and you felt the familiar drowsiness settle into your mind. Roger did his usual improvisation, making sure you knew how dumb you were, how easily confused and hopelessly idiodic you were. He made you understand that you couldn’t understand half of what he said, that you were just a giggly dummy who needed his help. And then, when he was sure you had gone brainless, he told you how horny you were. How all you could think about was his cock in every one of your holes, how desperately you ached for him, how being filled by him was your one goal in life. The only thing you needed or wanted. And how the longer you waited the hornier you got. He told you about being desperate and wet and you felt yourself grow desperate and wet as he said it though you couldn’t remember the word desperate. You tried you but just came up blank. The only world you could think of was cock. It flashed in your mind like a neon sign and just the thought of that word alone made your mouth water and you cunt ache. You shifted, trying to rub your legs together, able to feel the slick forming between them as your stomach tightened with need. And then he told you one word, a simple word. No. He explained that every time he told you no, it was guaranteed to compound the horny desperation you felt. “What’s co-com- ummm, com-pound?” You asked, confusedly. “It means the feeling will get stronger. When I say no, you’ll get even hornier. Understand?” “Yes,” you sighed, content now that he’d explained the hard word.

By the time you blinked your eyes open, all you knew was that you wanted his cock. It was your very first thought and the first thing you said. Roger looked at you, smiling, and greeted you. A pleasant, “Hi,” that made you feel warm and happy. You’d smiled back, “Can I please have your cock Sir?” That made Roger laugh, “No baby. That’s now what I want to do right now.” Hearing him say that just made you want it more though. “Please Sir? I could suck it for you. I really really really want to suck your cock.” “No, I don’t think I want that either.” You whined softly, “I promise I’m reallllllly good at it and I love sucking cock so much.” “No. What else could you do instead?” “Ummm,” it was hard to think, hard to remember anything beyond how horny you were, “Maybe I could ride you?” “Hmmm, no.” You groaned and clenched your hands into fists for a second as a bolt of energy ran through you, “Can I wank you?” “No, baby, not that either.” “Please Sir?” “No.” The bolt of energy ran through you again and you stomped your foot against the mattress to relieve some of the pressure. “Keep suggesting things,” Roger grinned, “Maybe one of them might interest me.” You scrunched your face up in concentration, trying to think of something Roger might like, “What about if you fucked me? I’d be so good and I’d stay so still and you could use my pussy and cum in me and-” “No. No I don’t want that either.” “But Siiiiiiir,” you whined, “You always tell me to take your cock!” “Do I?” “Yes!” you giggled, wondering how he could have forgotten, “You always say how good it feels in me.” “I s’pose that’s true.” “So can I have your cock now?” “No.” You whined and pouted but Roger didn’t budge. “I’ll tell you what. Let’s start with taking your clothes off.” “Okay Sir.” you nodded, giggling again at the idea, hoping it would lead to having one of your holes filled. “Well go on then. Shirt off first, good girl.” You rolled yourself off the bed and quickly began tearing off the pyjamas you were wearing, feeling hot as Roger’s gaze dragged over the newly exposed skin. “Now undress me.” You couldn't help but laugh as you crawled across the bed to reach him. He’d slept without a shirt so all you had to worry about were his flannel PJ pants and underwear pulling them down his legs one at a time. As his underwear came down your eyes fell to his cock, revealed inch by inch. You felt saliva pool in your mouth and had to resist the urge to lean forward and taste him. “Can I touch you Sir?” you asked quietly, almost holding your breath as you waited for his answer. “No.” “Please?” you asked again, frustrated. Roger didn’t understand how bad you wanted it, how much you needed him. “I’ll do anything Sir, whatever you want.” “No.” With an impatient groan you threw yourself onto your stomach, beating your fists and feet against the mattress. It was the only way to relieve the energy and pressure building inside you. But Roger just laughed, “Awww, is Dummy gonna have a tantrum? That’s not going to change my mind. My answer is still no.” You whined and kicked your legs again, your pussy throbbing with how empty it was. “You’re such a desperate slut, aren’t you Dummy.” Roger laughed again, “So maybe....” You looked up excited and hopeful. “I might decide to fuck you. Pin you down, fill you hard and deep and cum in you as many times as I can manage. Just to shut your whining up.” You scrambled back to your knees and nodded happily, reaching to wrap your hand around Roger’s cock. He slapped you away, “I said might, Dummy. That’s still a no. You’ll have to show me you deserve it. You’ll have to be a good bimbo doll and do everything I say. Can you do that?” You whined but agreed you could. He didn’t need to make you promise to follow his orders. You’d have done that anyway. You’d have done anything he asked, anything to make him feel happy and pleased.

“Sit up, hands behind your back. Show me your cunt.” You scrambled to do as he asked, smiling proudly when he hummed at the sight of your spread legs and wrapped his fist around the base of his cock. “You’re so wet Dummy. How’d that happen?” You giggled again, “I told you I want you Sir.” “Guess I didn’t realise how much,” Your gaze fell to his hand and your breath caught as you watched him slowly stroke his length, stiffening more the longer your eyes were fixed on him. It just made everything worse. You couldn’t seem to drag your eyes away, nearly panting with desire. Wanting to touch yourself almost as much as you wanted to touch him. “Oh you are desperate. I can see your cunt clenching around thin air and you’ve got drool on your chin. You don’t even care which hole I use.” You shook your head. Whatever he wanted would make you happy because it’d make him happy. “I could keep telling you no.” A whimper slipped from your lips and you felt your pussy pulse with need. “But maybe I’ll be generous. Lie down here, next to me. Good girl, now turn onto your side. No, other side, facing away from me. That’s right.” “What are you doing Sir?” you asked over the creaking of the bed frame as Roger shifted around behind you. He didn’t answer though, just pressed himself against your back. You could feel his hard length being directed to your slit and you changed the position of your legs to make it easier for him. “Good girl,” he said softly, his breath warm against your bare skin. You moaned at the feeling of him moving between your legs, waiting for the sweet stretch of him filling you. Only it didn’t come. You could feel him between your lips, sliding easily through your soaked folds, every ridge and vein making you shudder. You tried to press back, to direct him into you, but his hand landed on your hip, forcing you to still. “No.” The word pulled another whine from you, louder than any before, exacerbated by how close he was to what you really wanted. But that just made Roger chuckle as he kept teasing you. It was pure torment, though worse was still to come.

It took you completely by surprise when Roger stopped his teasing rubbing, readjusting his angle so he could sink into you slowly. The unexpectedness of it stole your breath but you managed to gasp out a small moan of thanks, finally getting what you’d been so desperate for. The position you lay in kept your bodies close as he sheathed himself fully, rocking his hips gently so as to withdraw a little and thrust back into you. You could have cried with joy at knowing you’d pleased your Sir, that you’d been so good and patient, and he’d finally decided to take what you’d offered him. And then he stopped. You tried to take over his rhythm, tried to fuck yourself on his cock the way you knew he liked. Last time you’d done that he’d praised you for being brainless and needy, called you a good bimbo whore and you’d kept going until he’d cum, laughing about how good it felt. But this time he stopped you. He pressed his hips flush against you and wrapped his arm tightly over the top of you. “No, Dummy. No moving now.” “But Sir,” “No. Be good and lie still or I will make you,” He tapped the middle of your forehead with a finger, “Remember I have all the power.” You didn’t know what he meant by that or why he’d tapped you but you knew how to be good. You knew how to please. And so you relaxed again and lay quiet and still, the way he wanted you. “It’s still a little early for me to use you. I think I want to sleep a bit longer, so why don’t you stay here and warm my cock for me. It’ll keep me comfortable so I can sleep longer. And then when I’m better rested I’ll think about fucking you.” You whined again, wanting to thrash your arms and legs again but unable to, wanting to be pinned down by your Sir and used, wanting to feel him move within you or to taste his cum or anything. But if that was what he wanted that was what you’d do, so you nodded and agreed softly. Roger hummed happily which was all you needed to hear to feel happy too. He let out a tired exhale and seemed to still. You listened as his breath evened out into a shallow rhythm, and struggled to keep relaxed in his embrace. As far as you could tell he was asleep, though his hand seemed to come to life. His fingertips trailed over your skin, coming to rest on your chest. You tried to remain quiet but struggled not to moan as his hand cupped your breast and squeezed it. In response he moved slightly, though still slept on, his cock changing angle within you by a hair's breadth. In your state of heightened arousal it was enough to have you clenching again, trying not to wake Roger in case he got mad.

There was a soft laugh from behind you and Roger mumbled, “C’mon Dummy, you should sleep too.” And then he kept talking, telling you how you’d still be horny when you woke but you’d have control of your brain again, you’d be back to his beautiful, intelligent partner. It sounded like nonsense (what did intelligent even mean?) but something about the way he spoke made your eyes droop and close. There was a small tap on your forehead and you awoke, disorientated by being brought back to the real world so soon. “How do you feel, love?” Roger asked and you twisted in his arms to try and see him better. You were pleased when you heard him groan at the change in your position. “You’re a fucking tease Roger Taylor.” you half laughed, trying to sound less amused than you were. He laughed too, clearly pleased with his little game, as he released you and withdrew his cock from your heat, “I told you you’d like it.�� You pushed yourself up to be more comfortable, “I don’t know that like is the word I’d use. All I feel is horny. Insanely so.” “Do you want that fuck now?” He was still laughing when you tackled him.

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galactic-magick · 3 years

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Fake Enemies: Catwoman x Reader

Request: DCAU fic? You (the reader) are friends with Bruce and run into Selina/Catwoman. You have to stop her from stealing something but instead you fall in love with her. Thanks if you write this!

Summary: You start fighting crime in Gotham with Bruce, and find some unexpected love.

Words: 1200+

Warnings: none, maybe a couple swears and a dash of angst

Author’s Notes: This was really fun to write! Feel free to send in more BTAS requests!

You’ve been friends with Bruce for years, so it was only a matter of time before you found out about his little nighttime gig, and only a matter of time after that before you begged him to let you join him.

He reluctantly agreed, but now you go out with him whenever you can, and he’s trained you to fight and defend yourself. You have your own suit and mask and access to the computers, and some villains have started to take notice of your abilities.

Especially Catwoman.

You’ve fought her several times now, sometimes stopping her from stealing but never catching her. It’s almost like a game, and honestly you don’t really care or feel bad that you haven’t captured her. It’s not like her motivations are sinister, and damn is she pretty.

An observation you will never mention to Bruce, obviously. Heroes aren’t supposed to fall for the criminals after all, right? You wouldn’t want to end up like that poor Harley, constantly pining for the Joker even though he clearly doesn’t give a shit about her.

But still, your ears perk up a bit every time you hear that Selina’s the one causing trouble that night.

You hop into the Batmobile next to Bruce, slipping on your mask.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

“Of course,” you smile.

When you arrive at the destination, you spring out of the car and split up to different floors of the building. You go upstairs where some rare jewels are stored, most likely one of them was stolen.

You see a shadow move across the wall, and you run towards the source, but you don’t find anything.

“Well, hello,” you hear a smooth voice, and before you can turn your head she pushes you against the wall. “My favorite sidekick has come after me again, how sweet,”

“Just give it up, Selina,” you groan, shoving her off you. She obliges, tossing a diamond in her hand.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” she smirks. “I assure you I only stole it for admirable purposes,”

You reach for it, ducking a kick and a punch from her, “Look, I really don’t care about any of the stuff in here, I’m just doing my job. Plus you knocked out and injured two security guards to get in, and I’m pretty sure that’s an offense too,”

“We both work outside the law, honey, no need to act like it applies to us,” she shoves you to the ground. “You’re the one that should give it up. We’re not so different, you and I,”

You press your hands to the floor, slowly moving upright, “I just want to make Gotham a safer place, why don’t you?”

“This place will never be safe as long as there’s cowards and greed,” she sneers, lifting your chin and caressing your face, “When you finally realize that, feel free to come find me,” she releases it and slips out the window, just as Bruce runs up the stairs.

“She got away, I’m sorry,” you mumble.

“Are you hurt?”

“Just a few bruises and a little dizzy,” you rub your head.

“Well, the rest of the city seems pretty quiet tonight, you should get some rest,”

You nod, gazing out the window once more, the wind hustling through.

You wish you could say you brushed off your latest failure to stop Selina, but it keeps sticking in your mind. What if she’s right? What if everything you and Bruce are doing to help Gotham isn’t actually helping at all?

Sure, overall crime rates are down since the Dark Knight first showed up, but the big criminals are only getting stronger, and none of the root problems have been fixed.

You wait until a night Bruce doesn’t need you to head out on your own, and you make your way to the one place you think she could be.

There’s a few alleys in Gotham that you’ve spotted Catwoman in when she’s not causing any trouble. She likes to pet and feed the stray cats whenever she can, away from anyone who might bother her or them.

You stay in the shadows, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself. You slide along the walls and hear a familiar voice.

“Do my eyes deceive me?”

“I’m not here to fight you,” your hands go up in the air.

“Oh, I know you’re not,” she smiles, walking towards you. “So why are you here?”

“I just wanna talk,” you sigh. “Please,”

“Hmmm,” she circles around you. “Sure you don’t just like seeing me?”

“I-“

“No need to be embarrassed, you’re pretty cute yourself,”

“That’s not-“ you feel you face grow hot.

“Please, how long have we been at this?” she laughs. “I’m not the only one feeling it, am I?”

You stand still, but eventually you shake your head, “No,”

“Hmm,” she brushes some dust off your shoulder. “I see,”

Seeing each other becomes a regular occurrence after that.

You meet with each other whenever you can, and you help her to not get caught whenever you and Bruce have to go after her. It’s quite a lot of risk, but it’s worth it.

You fall for her harder every day, and now you can’t imagine a life without her. She’s compassionate and driven, she speaks her mind, and she loves you more than anyone has before.

You’re happier, more lively, and Bruce happens to notice.

“What’s been going on with you?” he asks one day.

“Nothing really,” you shrug.

“You know you can’t hide anything from me, I know you too well,”

You exhale, deciding to settle for a half-truth, “I’ve started dating someone, that’s all,”

“Are they treating you well?”

“Definitely,”

“Good. I’m glad someone’s making you happy,” he smiles. “But I sure hope you didn’t schedule a date tonight, there seems to be an issue downtown,”

You gaze at the beeping screen, alerting you of a security breech.

Well, not exactly, you think.

Just as you thought, it’s Selina, as well as a few other criminals teaming up together. She takes you aside as soon as she sees you, kissing you fervently.

“Missed you,” she sighs. “The Bat will be distracted with the others, shall we go?”

You nod excitedly.

“What’s going on here?” Bruce’s voice calls.

You freeze, stepping away from your girlfriend, lifting up your fists as if you were about to fight, “I got this, Batman,”

“No, you don’t,” he walks towards you, “I understand what’s going on now,”

“Please, let me explain-“

“You wanted to be a team, and you weren’t honest with me,” he says, glaring at Catwoman. “How many missions have you jeopardized over this?”

“Oh please, Batman, as if you wouldn’t do the same if you fell for me first?” Selina cackles. “They’ve done nothing wrong,”

Bruce is silent for a moment.

“I’ll see you later,” he mutters, flying off into the night.

Selina kisses your cheek, “Hey, at least he didn’t try to take me away from you,”

“You really think he’ll come around?” you ask. Bruce has never been mad at you before, and it breaks your heart to have broken his trust.

“Let’s just say we’re probably the least of his problems,” she laughs.

“You’re right,” you nod, turning to her to kiss her again. “It’ll all work out.”

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thestrangeprophet-blog · 3 years

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The Muse and the Soldier

· f/reader x Levi Ackerman

· No NSFW

· HC storyline

· I do not own the rights to any of the characters

· PLS support the actual Attack on Titan anime

You open your eyes and take pleasure in the feel of the morning breeze coming from the window. Breathing in the air which carried the aroma of those special blue flowers potted downstairs in front of your tea shop. Seems you have left all your pencils across the desk and the drawings plastered to the walls from the night before had fallen again. You pick up the drawings and admire the one yet to be finished. It is of a regular customer you normally see when they come back from a scouting mission. Piercing grey eyes in contrast to his fancy dark undercut. Levi Ackerman. You always wonder how he has the time and will to keep up with his hair. After laying his portrait neatly on your desk, you ready yourself for another day brewing the finest tea you can in hopes of seeing Levi for another bout of his favorite tea.

The Captain and Commander Erwin were frequent visitors to your tea shop because Levi had always recommended it. For one reason or another, the tea you brewed satisfied him beyond what he would brew himself with what he had. Erwin had thought the same as well and it brought you enjoy your tea could be held to such standards. As a fellow tea lover, the subject of tea was never a boring conversation with Levi, no matter how short or blunt it was with him. Sure, most people see it as something more along the lines of hot leaf juice. It’s more than that and Levi understood it though it went unspoken.

Captain Levi came alone today and took his usual seat. It was rather unusual but you carry on and bring his favorite. The teapot whistles and steams like Titan smoke with the lingering scent of black tea that trails through the wind. As you set his cup in front of him and pour his tea, you notice he seems lost further in thought than normal. You finish pouring his tea and hesitantly ask if there is anything else you can do for him. He takes a second to come back to this moment and raises his head ever so slightly. His hair still covering those captivating grey eyes. Releasing an exhausted breath, he asks of one thing of you.

Levi: I- If it’s no trouble to you… will you sit with me Y/N? Even just for a moment?

Y/N: That’s a bit of an odd request, Captain. I’m surprised you even remembered my name. But sure! Anything for my best customer.

Levi: You don’t have to address me as Captain. J-just Levi will do… and thank you.

You sit in the chair across from Levi where Erwin is normally seated discussing the next expedition and plans you have for Eren and the cadets of the 104th Cadet Corps. As of in this moment, this is simply two human beings sitting together enjoying tea. Just sounds of the breeze against your ears and the softened sips coming from across the table at the lips of the man before you. Levi’s cheeks are flushed with a gorgeous rosy blush. It seems he wants to start a conversation but has no idea where to start. Its adorable how a man with a reputation for being such stone cold badass could be flustered over tea. You strike a smile in his direction and find your own way to start a conversation he could initiate. Call it encouragement if you will. The sketchpad and pencil you keep handy finally get put to use. The pencil scratching against the paper caught Levi’s attention though he kept to his tea. He watched as he appeared on the paper before him in awe.

Levi: Hey Y/N, is that supposed to be me?

Y/N: Oh, uh yeah haha! I figured you weren’t much in the mood to talk so I didn’t want to bother you while you were enjoying your tea.

Levi: You are a woman of many talents I see.

Y/N: I wouldn’t say that much.

Levi: N-nonsense. I come here to enjoy the tea you brew perfectly and the singing you think I can’t hear. Didn’t know you were so skilled with a pencil as well.

Y/N: I usually never have the time to draw during the day Levi.

Levi: Can I request something? I’ll pay for it.

Y/N: No need to pay me. What can I do for you?

Levi: I need you to draw someone for me. I don’t really know them too well, but they have a face I could never forget.

Y/N: Oh I wonder who this special person is! Could you describe them for me?

Levi: Well, they’re around the same height as me maybe a bit taller. They have long black curly hair that glistened as though it was a fire at sunset. Brown eyes like fresh honey in the morning and glistened with a hopeful shine I envy. They wear some rather dark clothing year round even when its hot outside. Their nose is slightly hooked and cheeks soft and red. Their lips glistened and they look soft to the touch. And even though they don’t think it looks very nice, they have a scar across their left eyebrow. I’m not exactly sure how they got, but they always try to cover it behind their hair yet it still finds a way to see the light. Their jawline is soft and looks like it could rest perfectly in the cups of your hands.

Y/N: Wow Levi, I didn’t realize you had a way with words.

As the form you forge is refined from guidelines to distinctive features, the person he is describing truly is a sight to behold. You may not have the colors to use but you understand the value of what those colors are which are just as powerful. Levi sits across from you amazed at your skill for a second time until you’ve finished your work. You hand him the final sketch and you already know he just asked you to draw yourself but play it off. He takes the drawing into his hand and holds it up so you and the drawing are in view with each other.

Levi: As beautiful on paper as you are in person. Tsk, your hands are even a work of art on their own.

Y/N: If I may say I’m rather flattered you’d ask me to draw myself just for you but you aren’t very good at making your flirtations subtle. Unless you weren’t trying to be subtle in the first place.

Levi: Oi its not my fault you decided to pull a journal out of nowhere while we’re drinking tea together!

Y/N: You are one hundred percent correct Levi. Really for a man who exudes such confidence, I’ve never seen you even stutter let alone get flustered over tea. Its cute.

Levi blushes even more and looks away trying to play it off. He already knows you’ve got at least one finger wrapped around him. No one really talks to him like that besides this Hange person he mentions. They sound like an interesting character from the way he describes them. You would love to meet them one day when they aren’t experimenting on Titans. For now, your gaze remains fixed on Levi’s profile as he tries to regain his composure. You would not have assumed he was even interested in such trivial things other than being a clean freak.

You are aware of Levi’s reputation but just getting to sit with him in such an intimate setting gives you a next level view of him. The clean undercut and soft flowing hair was just asking to have someone’s fingers run through it and embrace the feeling of each strand even if it meant making his hair just a little messy. Each group of strands followed the path of the wind as leaves blew from the vines. His jawline was as sharp as the blades he carried to cut down titans like butter. His hands, though they bore the weight his fallen comrades and the destined purpose to eliminate and survive, seemed delicate under the rough calluses of combat. But his eyes. Those damn grey eyes. They pierced right through me whenever you got the chance to see them yourself. All of the things they saw, and the feelings kept behind them like a locked door. There is so much pain rage behind those you wonder when the last time Levi got to see something outside the realm of horror outside and within the walls.

Y/N: Levi?

Levi: Yeah Y/N?

Y/N: When was the last time you’ve ever had a chance to relax and just lay low for awhile?

Levi: Can’t say. I don’t think I’ve given myself a damn break but I can’t afford to. I don’t exactly have anything else to do.

Y/N: Hmmm. Let’s change that. Make sure you make yourself available tomorrow at sundown. Come back to the shop and dress casual. I know somewhere we can go. I’ll even grab an extra book so you can out those hands to work other than killing Titans and jotting down whatever it is you do write for your paperwork.

Levi: B-but I c-can’t just abandon my po-

Y/N: Shush. In case you haven’t noticed you don’t have any missions scheduled for at least another week. Plus business around here is slow. We could both use a little time for ourselves. Even if its just a moment.

Levi: *blushing even more* uh- ok. I guess it wouldn’t hurt. You didn’t have to act like such a brat about it.

Y/N: If you weren’t Levi I would throw this lukewarm teapot of tea all over you

Levi: *Smiling ever so slightly* hmp I uh… I guess I could see you doing something like that. Okay, I’ll be back tomorrow to pick you up. I’m curious as to where this place is anyway.

Y/N: Alrighty then it’s a date! No ifs ands or buts. You got that Levi?

Levi: Loud and clear.

You’re leaning over the table to make sure Levi knows where he needs to be. You’re close enough to him you can smell the scent of the tea you made him mixed with just the scent of him. You’d kiss him right then and there if you really wanted to. Looks like he had the same idea but you pull away because you weren’t in that much of a rush. His lips were parted as they awaited your lips to meet his. It was thrilling seeing him even a little desperate for you but making him wait was even better. As much as Levi felt he couldn’t abandon his post, he couldn’t say no to you. He’d been working up the courage to talk to you for as long as he has been coming to your shop. Though he wasn’t the one to ask, Levi appreciated that you were the one to take the lead in making plans to accompany each other on a date. You’d been waiting for the opportunity to even be in this position. Now that it’s here, you make plans to make the date an enjoyable one that Levi would also like. Good first impressions are still pretty important. Especially if you want to make a good impression for Levi.

Levi: Tsk, its almost sundown. Id better get back to the brats at HQ.

You grab his hands and ask him to wait just a little while longer.

Y/N: Well if you’re going to be leaving, at least let me give you some extra tea and a meal to take back with you. It’s the least I can do for agreeing to going on a date with me on such short notice.

Levi: Tsk make it quick please.

Y/N: Don’t rush me. I’m being nice to you. I usually don’t just give out free tea and meals to anyone you know.

Levi: I’m sorry. Thank you. I- I uh really appreciate your generosity.

You hand Levi the tea and meal you made just for him. You touch hands for a moment and get goosebumps for the first time in a long time. You blush just enough that Levi notices as well and gives a small smirk. You exchange that smirk with one of your own.

Levi: Thank you again Y/N. I guess I’ll see you soon.

Y/N: You guess?

Levi: I will see you soon.

Y/N: Much better. And by the way, you have a very charming smile. I wish I could see it more often. It suits you almost as much as that cold gaze you’ve always got equipped.

Levi: I never really gave it much thought what that looked like. I’ll pick you tomorrow. I promise.

Y/N: You’d better if you know what’s good for ya hahaha! I’ll see you tomorrow, Captain.

END

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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for the meet ugly prompts, 38 indruck nsfw ;)

Here you go!

38: I overhear you ordering your coffee in a coffee shop and I’m trying to place your voice when I realize that you’re the phone sex operator I’ve been calling on and off for the last few months but the realization startles me so much that I accidentally spill my drink on you and you’re pissed

Indrid thought he was having a normal day. He’s treating himself to a post work iced vanilla mocha, then he’ll go home, watch T.V and draw, maybe jerk off, then go to bed and get up in time for his eight a.m appointment tomorrow.

He’s messing around on his phone when the person placing their order catches his ear. There’s something in the drawl, polite and friendly, that feels weirdly familiar. It’s not a regular at the shop, and a glance at the mans face offers no useful information; he’s a complete stranger.

The barista asks something about the second drink, and the man replies, “as sweet as can be, please.”

“Ahnngod, please, please, please say I can cum?” Indrid’s been edging himself with the fleshlight so long his wrist is sore.

“Hmmm” the voice on the phone takes his sweet time answering, “dunno, not sure I punished you enough for teasin me in the bar.”

Indrid whimpers, hoping the neighbors can’t hear (even if he’d like them too, they haven’t consented to it).

This is how his calls to the 1-800-Hot-Guys line have gone ever since his first time. He asks for “Ryan,” gets a sweet, southern greeting before the other man asks what he’s in the mood for tonight. See, Indrid’s only recently begun exploring his interest in men, and is discovering that a better sense of his sexuality makes it much easier to get in touch with his other desires. Like being fucked in a bathroom stall where lots of people can hear what’s happening to him.

Ryan always takes the ideas generated by Indrid’s desire-addled brain and runs with them. Tonight, virginal Indrid Cold went to a leather bar and found a bear waiting for him (he suspects Ryan might be one in the real world, because when Indrid first revealed that preference his moans sounded a touch more genuine). The bear made him blow him in front of everyone to make sure he was worth taking home, then told him not to cum until he was done fucking him.

“Please?”

A chuckle, “Okay darlin, you can cum.”

Indrid’s certain he hurts Ryan's ear with the noise he makes as he spurts into the toy, but all the other man says is , “Good boy.”

After a moment, he adds, “aw fuck, meant to bring some spankin or somethin into the scene because I know you like it.”

“That’s, that’s quite alright. I’m not sure you could ever disappoint me.”

“Thanks, sugar.”

Indrid whines, hoping it sounds horny and not like the noise a man who’s just realized he’ll be sleeping alone makes.

“You like when I call you that? Because it’s true; you’re as sweet as can be”

As he’s been having its slow-motion realization, Indrid’s body has been going on autopilot, picking up his cup when the young woman behind the counter calls his name. Which means that--when Indrid startles at his revelation-- the cup is in perfect position to send its contents flying straight onto the man who caused it.

“AHfuck, jesus man be careful!”

“I, I’m so sorry, here, let me-” he slips in the puddle of coffee and hits the floor, kicking the other man in the shin on his way down.

“Owfuck, fuck, okay, don’t fuckin try to help again.” The man snaps.

“Nono, right, I’m sorry, goodbye” he scrambles up, sticky with shame and vanilla syrup, and hurries out of the shop.

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Duck keeps an eye on his burner phone while playing Plants vs Bom-Boms on his real one. It’s shaping up to be another night with only two calls.

He took up the phone sex thing during the last government shutdown; the park had to furlough them, and he needed money. The extra cash was nice enough that he kept at it even after work started back up. He isn’t the most in-demand operator; he can’t lie, laughs a little too easily, so lots of callers don’t come to him a second time.

One of the few who does is Indrid. He’s Duck’s favorite because their fantasies align well enough that he actually jerks off while on the phone with him. But the guy hasn’t called in two weeks; this is a bummer, in part, because Duck came up with a scenario involving a pool table and a biker gang he thinks Indrid would really be into.

More than that, he’s worried about him.

He worries about him so much that even a half a day later he’s wondering if he should figure out how to have someone check on him. The coffee shop is conducive to thinking. Right up until the dipshit who spilled coffee on him a few weeks back plops down in the seat across from him.

“You here to ruin another shirt?”

The man, all silver hair and angular features, shakes his head, “Nono, I, I really am very sorry about that. I came to offer to buy you another.”

Duck points at his cup.

“Some other time?”

“You come here often?’

“Since I moved to the city, yes. I was out in the suburbs up until a few months ago.”

“Fine. Next time we see each other, you owe me a drink.”

He nods, nearly sliding his red glasses off his nose in his eagerness. Then he taps on the table, “There’s, ah, something else you should know. We already know each other. In a way.”

Duck frowns; he’s never seen this guy before, he’d remember his face.

“We talk on the phone. Often.”

Oh fuck.

“My name is, ah, it’s, it’s Indrid.”

“Jesus, glad you’re ok--hold the fuck on. How the fuck do you know who I am?”

“I recognized your voice the last time we were both here. I, I wanted to get to know you more but I felt it was only right to do so if you knew I knew who you were so you wouldn’t be uncomfortable, but you clearly are, I’m so sorry” he stands up, banging his knee in the process, “I promise I won’t call any more, I didn’t mean to be creepy, I’m sorry, goodbye.”

He’s out the door in a flash of long limbs before Duck has a chance to respond.

Duck sighs, downs the rest of his coffee, and decides not to dwell on the fact he’s going to miss Indrid’s calls.

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Indrid’s excited. He really is.

It’s just that the sex club is even more overstimulating than he anticipated.

It was alright at first; when he replied that yes, this was his first time, the guy working the counter ushered him over to a set of blue velvet seats and told him to wait. Soon, Indrid and ten others were being given a rundown of the rules, risks, and etiquette of the space, their understanding of which they signed in a neatly typed contract.

Then they turned them loose into three stories of sexual exploration and Indrid froze, totally unable to process it all. Lucky for him Lucy, there with her girlfriend Willow, helped him navigate the edge of the first floor until they came to one of the “chill out” rooms; rooms for people for whom the club was as much a place to chat with friends as it was a place to get spanked or suspended. They even have juice.

After three separate people check to be sure he’s alright, he asks the trio on a nearby couch where he should go to if he’s interested in bondage and impact play. They all agree the second floor is his best bet, and that there’s a shibari demonstration starting soon.

To reach the demo room, Indrid passes though a portion of the space that reminds him of a hotel. The nice dominatrix explained the rules for their use as: doors and windows closed, leave us alone. Curtains open but door shut? You’re free to watch, but don’t come in. And if the door is open, you’re welcome to join whatever is happening. He pauses at some open windows, but nothing really catches his attention.

The demo room is already packed, so he stays at the back. A perk of being tall is he can see the couple on the little platform easily without blocking anyone else’s view. The dom is explaining why she chose the rope she did and what ties she’s going to show everyone. Indrid listens, but his eyes wander in hopes of finding someone checking him out.

Someone is. But Indrid isn’t sure it’s a good thing.

Duck stands a few bodies to his left, looking him up and down with a slight smile. Well, at least that means he doesn’t think he’s stalking him or something.

The other man meets his eyes, tips his head towards the nearby green room and raises an eyebrow. Indrid nods, picks his way through the crowd to find Duck has beaten him there.

“Y’know, if you’d told me you were into this scene, I coulda worked with that.” He polishes off his water and tosses the cup in the trash.

“I...this is my first time. Is, ah, is it yours?”

“Nah. Came some when I was younger, decided to come out tonight because I was bored and itchin’ to get someone cute in my lap.” The casual way he says it is a hundred times hotter than the practice voice he used on the phone.

“Ah. In, ah, in that case, would you mind if I asked you a question?”

“Shoot.” Duck leans against the wall, grinning.

“Am I dressed alright for this?” He gestures to his pink and yellow tank top and black jeans.

He watches Duck catch his laugh before it starts, which he appreciates.

“You’re dressed just fine, Indrid. I mean, just look at me.”

“I am” Indrid is having such a difficult time tearing his eyes from the way Duck’s white t-shirt fits his chest or how the bluejeans show off his ass. Duck catches him mid-ogle, which is all it takes to drop his gaze to the floor.

“C’mon, sit down with me a sec.” Duck settles on a grey couch, leaving Indrid space to join him, “feel like you and I got off on the wrong foot. You know I ain’t angry with you for tellin me you were a customer, right?”

Indrid shakes his head but sits down all the same.

“Indrid, you startled the hell outta me when you admitted that. For a second, I was sure you were gonna try to get somethin outta me by threatenin to tell my boss at my regular job. But then it was so fuckin clear all you were tryin to do was be straight with me and try to be polite about the drink thing, I wasn’t mad at all. You just up and bolted before I could say as much.”

“Ah. Yes. I, ah, I can be a bit of a walking disaster so I try to get out of situations before I make them even worse.”

Duck touches his hand, “I get bein’ spooked. Happens to everyone. But, uh, guess what I’m also gettin at is, uh, if you wanna actually get to know each other, I ain’t gonna complain.”

“I’d like that.”

“Okay” Duck scoots closer, “let’s start easy; what do you do when you ain’t callin me?”

Indrid tells him about the tattoo shop, which leads to them comparing ink, which in turn leads to Duck getting on a ten minute digression about native plants. They’re debating the best Cramps album (Duck votes for “Date With Elvis,” Indrid for “Off the Bone”) when they decide to stretch their legs, Duck holding Indrid’s hand as he weaves them through rooms and clumps of people.

They end up doing laps of the second floor, people watching, during which Duck nudges Indrid playfully, “Knew you were kiddin me with the never been fucked stuff.”

“Ah, well…”

“Holy fuck, you’ve never had sex and you picked here as the place to try? You got guts, sugar.”

Indrid blushes, “Well, yes and no. I’ve never had sex with another guy, but I feel confident in what kinds of things I want to try. You helped a lot with that; you made me feel safe enough to express and explore my more intense desires.”

“Glad to hear it.”

“I came here out of curiosity, and because I thought my chances were good of finding someone who shared my interests without running the gamut of dating.”

“So all that stuff about bein watched, bein roughed up and used, you, uh, you really like it?”

“Indeed. Do you like it too? I, ah, I assume you pretend to like everything when you work on a sex line.”

“You’re supposed to yeah. But I’ll let you in on a little secret” Duck leans close, whispers in his ear, “I never was much good at pretendin.”

“Oh. Oh my.” He leans against Duck, excitement making his legs unreliable.

“You want me to show you just how much I like it?”

“Please.”

Duck kisses his cheek, “Missed hearin you beg, sugar. C’mon.” He pulls Indrid two doors down to a room dedicated to impact play. People are sprawled and tied to crosses, benches, chairs, all of which look exciting. Duck doesn’t stop to consider them, doesn’t even hesitate on their trip. He stops at a table, one bolted to the floor, and digs through a nearby basket.

“Here it is” he pulls out a red blanket, holds it out for Indrid to test the texture.

“It’s lovely.”

“Good” Duck spreads it on the table, “you’ll be comfier this way. How naked do you wanna be?”

“Is just my underwear alright?”

Duck points to the completely nude person being spanked on his right and the fully clothed one being hit with a crop to his left.

“I meant with you.”

Duck sets his hands on Indrid’s hips, “as long as I get to see this cute ass in the air for me, I’ll be just fine.”

Indrid quickly strips to his boxer briefs, opts to leave them on for now. Duck licks his lips, pats the table. Indrid bends over it, feet planted on the floor.

“Gonna use just my hand tonight. Easier for me to feel how hard I’m hittin, and I wanna be able to grope you while I turn your ass red.”

He moans, tenses as Duck rubs soothing circles on his ass. The first few slaps are mild, Duck checking on him after each one. Then one comes, hard and sharp, and he gasps, hips momentarily twitching away from Duck.

“Still good?”

“So very good, more, pleaseAHgod” He clings to the far end of the table as Duck brings ten slaps down on each side before giving him a rest.

“Let’s see...how many times would you say you called me?”

“At, at least fifteen.”

“Fifteen times two, add a few extra for ghostin me…” Duck pets his lower back, “You’re gonna get forty on each side as punishment for not lettin me see you cum all those times you called. Think you can handle that?”

Indrid nods.

“Count.”

“AHone, two, th-three, Aaaah,god, fourfive…”

Indrid loses himself somewhere around “ten” on the second side; all his focus is on being good, on counting out each strike, on taking whatever Duck wants to give him. His heartbeat is loud in his ears and his skin stings from ass to thigh. Dimly, he hears spectators complimenting Duck on having such a well-trained sub.

“He is, ain’t he?” Duck lands the final blow with a grunt, keeps his hand there and squeezes. Indrid whimpers, the pain going straight to his already aching dick. Duck shifts his stance, still mercilessly groping the bruise but pressing his fly against the cleft of Indrid’s ass, making it abundantly clear Indrid isn’t alone in his arousal, “he fuckin knows who he belongs too.”

Indrid moans, tears pricking his eyes; Duck is wonderful, Duck is handsome, Duck is perfect, and Duck is claiming him instead of someone twice as attractive or experienced.

“I know, sugar, you like it when people see how good you are for me.” Duck crouches down, petting Indrid’s hair as he studies his face, “you wanna regroup and finish this at home? Or do you need me now?”

“Now?” Indrid raises his head hopefully. His voice is odd in his throat, vulnerable but not afraid in the slightest. Duck nods, helps him up, thanks the person who offers to clean-up the station since Indrid, “looks like he’ll hit the ground if you let go” and grabs Indrid’s clothes.

“No point in putting these back on. Not with what I’m gonna do to you.”

They find an unoccupied, cleaned room, Indrid flopping on the bed as Duck closes the door.

“You wanna prep yourself or do you want me to?”

“I, I can do it. And could we, ah, leave the curtains closed for this bit?”

“Course.” Duck draws the red fabric tight as Indrid fishes complimentary condoms and lube from the bowl on the table. He’s so wound up he starts with two, the stretch uncomfortable for a few instants before he gets himself to relax.

“You look so fuckin good doin that.” Duck is undressing, only taking his eyes off Indrid when his belt buckle resists him.

“I’ve had a lot of practice fingering myself while listening to you. I, I’d picture whatever person you told me to but I, none of it compares to you.”

Duck blushes as he pulls his pants off.

“I mean it. You, you’re so handsome I” he tenses, pushing the third finger in and fucking himself fast, “I can’t believe it. I,I want to be so good for you, Duck, please,” he’s babbling, decides to quit while he’s ahead, “is three enough?”

“You tell me.” Duck gestures to his dick with a flourish; it’s average length, he thinks, but combined with the dark hair on Duck’s belly and the strong curve of his thighs, it is the most glorious dick in all of creation.

“Yes, yesyes, please come over here now oh, wait, the curtains please?”

Duck whisks them open on his way to the bed, settles with his back against the wall before rolling the condom on with ease. He points to his lap, “You wanna face me?”

“Yes. I...I like the idea of people watching but I don’t think I can handle seeing their scrutiny just yet.” He straddles Duck, let’s the shorter grope his sore ass before guiding it down.

“You sure you wanna do this now?” Duck murmurs into his chest, “you don’t owe me your first time with a fella.”

Indrid kisses his forehead and sinks down in reply.

‘Fuck!” Duck grips his hips, laughs, “that’s a hell of an answer, sugar.”

“Nngh” Indrid’s whole brain goes offline at the feeling of Duck inside him.

“Dick drunk already?” Duck teases.

“YesAHGOD, god, ohmygoodness.” He clings to Duck’s shoulders as the other man fucks up into him with abandon.

“That’s just fine, ‘Drid. Got enough brains for the two of us; all you gotta do is be my cute, fucked-out toy.”

“Nffph” Indrid hides his face in Duck’s neck. His legs and ass, still sore from earlier, are reluctant to obey his mind, so all he can do is let Duck bounce him on his cock or hold him down on it to thrust up in short, demanding jerks of his body.

“We got an audience.”

Indrid tries to moan. It comes out a whimper.

“You want me to tell you what they’re doin?”

“Mmhhmm”

“Two of ‘em are makin out with one eye on you. The other three…” he nibbles Indrid’s ear, “they’re jerkin off to us. Don’t blame ‘em, you look so fuckin good on my dick they all wish they were me.”

“Duck” his cock keeps rubbing on Duck’s belly, threatening to spill before he’s ready.

“One of ‘em asks how you feel on my dick. You want me to tell him?”

“Please.”

“Fuckin’ great!” Duck yells, “it’s his first time and he’s” Duck grunts, bucks his hips, “so fuckin tight but takes it like a fucking champ. Gettin in this ass is a fuckin privilege.”

Indrid smiles into his skin at the pride in Duck’s voice and the responding whoops from outside.

“Fuck” Duck kisses his cheek, “fuck, shoulda grabbed a cock ring, I’m gonna cum way too fuckin fast.”

“Me, me too.”

“Just like a fuckin virgin.” Duck quickens their pace.

“I’m not a--Aaaahn” the noise cuts off as he cums between them, cock pulsing onto Duck’s skin.

“Fuck, fuck that’s hot, fuck, c’mon sugar, lemme cum, lemme cum right in this fuckin perfect assfuck, fuck, ‘Drid.” He holds Indrid down, groaning as he pumps his hips. Then he tips them forward, crashing their mouths together and pressing Indrid into the bed.

When they surface for air, the spectators are gone. Duck pulls out, cleans them both up as Indrid tries to remember how words work.

“So good.” Is what comes out.

“Glad you think so.” Duck gathers him into a hug, “you want me to do all the aftercare here?”

Indrid blinks, “what’s the other option?”

“We could, uh, go back to my place?”

“That...I’d like that. Wait.” Indrid cocks his head, “do you...would it really be okay if I stayed the night?”

“Yep. Kinda hopin you’d stay over plenty in the future.”

“You want to date me?’

“Damn right” Duck kisses him, “besides you, still owe me a drink.”

Indrid kisses back, grinning, “So I do.”

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captain-josslett · 3 years

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Broken Melody - Part Eight

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven,

Summary: Grammy Award winning Emma Danvers is the first to say she has a pretty good life. But what happens when it implodes around her and it looks like things will never be the same again?

Words: 7k+

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, 18+

Pairings: Emma Danvers x Lena Luthor

This Part: Emma spends the day with her sisters and Lena before heading back to the tour the next day.

I obviously needed to write more before the angst started. But... This is officially and I mean OFFICIALLY the last part before the angst hit.

So enjoy and get ready.

As always B!D is named.

Thank you for reading and let me know if you wanna be tagged or any general feedback will be greatly appreciated.

Taglist: @thewitchandtheassassin, @finleyfray, @life-is-hella-unfair, @natasha-danvers, @supergirl-writingz

“What do you think she’d like?” Emma hears Alex’s voice whisper behind her.

“Why don’t we just order everything?” Kara whispers in front of her.

“Cause unlike Emma we don’t have hundreds of thousands of dollars.” Alex chuckles quietly making Kara grumble.

But Emma frowns slightly, realising this was not the position she fell asleep when she sang to Kara during the storm.

“Em?” Kara whispers causing Emma to slowly open her eyes.

“M’ning.” Emma smiles sleepily at her blonde sister.

Kara grins back at her. “Morning sleepy head.” She leans over and kisses her baby sister’s forehead making Emma hum happily.

“Peanut? Do you want American style pancakes or crepes?” Alex rests her head on Emma’s shoulder while looking at her phone as she orders their food.

“Crêpe.” Emma yawns.

“Ha! See! I told you Emma would want a crepe!” Kara laughs loudly and Alex pokes her tongue out at her.

“Hmmm, they taste so yummy.” Emma stretches and kisses Alex’s cheek. “Morning.”

The redhead smiles and kisses Emma’s cheek back. “Good morning.”

“Urgh, I don’t wanna get up.” Emma leans back into Alex and pouts. Emma is always more groggy the morning after a gig. Especially when she crosses a few time zones and stays up with her sisters until the early hours of the morning.

“Then don’t.” Kara shrugs and carefully flops into Emma’s arms.

“We can eat here.” Alex finishes the order and wraps her arms around her baby sister.

“How much do I owe?” Emma asks as she plays with Alex’s red hair.

“You owe nothing.” Alex says determined to not allow Emma to pay for the meal. But knowing Emma, she will find a way to slip money into Alex and Kara’s clothes at some point. Or leave it around their apartments.

“It’s our treat.” Kara boops Emma’s nose causing the blonde to scrunch her nose up. “Especially with the triumph of the tour!”

“Thank you.” Emma smiles at her sister.

“Been meaning to ask you.” Alex draws Emma’s attention to her, leaning her head back so she can partly see the redhead. “I saw a few camera’s yesterday, what’s that about?”

“Ah yea, they are recording each show and hopefully at the end we can put it all together.” Emma explains and her sister’s nod. “And do a behind the scenes thing. Kind of like our final farewell to the fans.” Emma finishes sadly. She was excited about her solo career but for years all she has known is life with the band. Maybe it won't be that different or it will be completely different. One thing Emma does know is that she doesn't work well with change.

“Hey.” Alex says softly, feeling the waves of unease roll off the blonde. “It will all be okay. We’re in this with you.”

Kara reaches around and holds Emma’s hand. “El Mayarah.”

“El Mayarah.” Alex repeats and smiles.

“El Mayarah.” Emma says softly as her eyes glisten. “I don’t know what I’d do without you two.” She smiles down at Kara and rests her head against Alex’s cheek.

A knock on Kara’s door has the Superhero quickly look round but she didn’t want to interrupt the moment.

“Go Kar, it’s fine.” Emma chuckles, releasing her sister and wiping the tears from her eyes. Sighing happily in Alex’s arms.

Kara zooms to the door and zooms back with the bags of food. Alex places a kiss on Emma’s head before letting her go and sitting up. Emma whines and pouts slightly.

“Come on Peanut, you can’t eat like that!”

“I know…” Emma grumbles and sits up against Kara’s headboard. She watches bemused as Kara dishes out the food. “I forgot what a Danver’s brunch looked like!”

“The best kind!” Kara smiles brightly at her and hands the heavy plate over.

“Preach.” Alex laughs and reaches for her plate.

The sister’s dig in, laughing and chatting.

“Hmm, speaking of which.” Alex starts before shoving some more food in her mouth. Emma rolls her eyes at Kara and waits patiently for Alex to finish her mouthful. “What are your plans with Lena later?”

“Oo yea! What do you have planned?” Kara asks excitedly.

“Nothing really.” Emma looks out one of Kara’s windows. “As it’s nice I may suggest a walk in the park, maybe get some ice cream.” Emma shrugs. “Honestly I’d be happy to do anything with Lena as long as we’re together.”

“Awww!” Kara says warmly.

“Sickening.” Alex shakes her head and Kara throws a cuddly toy at her. Emma and Kara both laugh when it hits her right in the face. Alex retaliates and throws it right back.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Emma holds her plate and fork up. “Precious food in the vicinity!”

Both Alex and Kara stick their tongues out at each other before settling back down.

Emma chuckles and shakes her head at her sisters. “So, what have you two planned for later?”

“Nothing really, eat, work, eat, relax, eat, sleep, get up, eat, work, then see you tomorrow for lunch.” Kara lists off.

“Sounds like a great day planned.” Emma grins at Kara and looks at Alex.

“Much of the same thing.” Alex shrugs.

“Are you seeing Kelly?” Emma tilts her head slightly as she takes a bite of her crêpe.

“No, she’s got important meetings today.” Alex says sadly and Kara gives her looks of support.

Emma narrows her eyes, sensing something off with the red head. “Are things okay between you?”

“Yea.” Alex says too quickly.

“Alex.” Emma sits up straighter.

“We’re fine. Just-” Alex huffs. “Things have just been a bit rough lately.”

Emma immediately lowers her plate and fork. Her stomach drops at the guilt of not noticing Alex’s turmoil. “Alex…”

“No, I’m okay. You’ve been busy and stressed and it’s not a big deal.” Alex rattles off but her shoulder sag and tears fill her eyes. Which she unsuccessfully tries to hide.

Emma places her plate on Kara’s bedside table and grabs Alex’s which Kara takes. Emma lifts Alex onto her lap and holds her sister close, which causes Alex to sob.

Emma looks over at Kara who watches them sadly. She closes her eyes as the guilt floods through her. Even though she keeps in regular contact with her sisters, the fact she hadn’t known Alex was struggling is tearing her apart. “It’s okay, let it out.” Emma whispers into Alex’s ear as she rocks her gently. Kara places the plates somewhere safe and shuffles over to her sisters. She wraps her arms around the both of them and sighs sadly.

Eventually Alex’s sobs die down and she lifts her head from Emma’s shoulder. Kara moves beside Emma so they are sat in a triangle.

“Sorry, I got you all wet.” She says while rubbing the tears from her face.

“Yea, well I needed a shower.” Emma jokes while rubbing Alex’s back. Kara and Alex laugh and Kara reaches out to wipe a few tears Alex had missed. Emma takes a deep breath as she watches them. “I’m sorry I haven’t been here for you.”

Alex’s head snaps to Emma so quickly that Emma is worried the redhead got whiplash. “What you talking about?!”

“I haven’t been here to support you.” Emma looks deep into her sister’s eyes to press her point. “But I’m never, ever, EVER, too busy or stressed for you. Okay?”

Alex nods slightly and Emma hates how vulnerable she looks.

“Please Alex, if you need to talk to me just text me and I’ll contact you as soon as I can. I mean it.”

Alex gives her a watery smile “I know.”

“El Mayarah.” Emma says firmly. “We are stronger together.” She looks over at Kara and holds her hand. “All three of us.”

The sisters spend time talking more about what Alex can do to save her relationship. But Alex quietly admits that the relationship probably can’t be saved. Emma hates seeing how defeated Alex looks, knowing how long it took the eldest Danvers to get over Maggie. Emma has a sneaky suspicion that Alex still hasn’t gotten over the detective.

As Alex goes to use the shower the sister’s move into the living area. Emma takes the plates over to the kitchen and looks over at Kara sitting on the sofa. Emma slowly approaches, chewing her lip. “Kara?”

Kara looks up with a smile as bright as the sun. “Yea little one?”

Emma tilts her head and flops down on the sofa. “I thought we got rid of that nickname?”

“You’ll always be little one to me Em.”

Emma smiles weakly and places a pillow in her lap. She plays with a loose thread until looking up at the other blonde. “How are you? Really?”

“I’m fi-”

Emma interrupts her with a raised eyebrow which makes Kara look down at her hands.

“I’ve been better. Been on a few dates but with work and, other things-” Kara trails off and shrugs.

Emma watches Kara closely. ‘And the worst sister award goes too!’ Emma thinks sarcastically. She’s already planning things she can do with her sister’s once the tour is over in a few months time.

Emma reaches out and holds her sister’s hand. “And what I said to Alex, the same goes for you. Contact me whenever you need me okay?” Kara looks up, her blue eyes glisten and Emma cups her face. “Kara I mean it. Heck fly out to me if you have too. You both mean the world to me.” Kara smiles and wraps her arms around Emma, holding her close.

“Shower’s free.” Alex says a few minutes later as she goes into Kara’s room to change. Looking over at her hugging sisters and a small smile spreads across her lips.

“You wanna go in next?” Emma asks softly. Not really wanting Kara or her to move.

“No you go.” Kara lets go of Emma and sits back on the sofa. Picking up her phone and starts scrolling.

It doesn’t take long for Emma to shower and change into the clothes Kara brought over from her apartment. Blue skinny jeans, a grey t-shirt, black converses and Emma puts on her trusty red leather jacket. She hears music coming from the living area and when she exits Kara’s bedroom she smiles at Alex and Kara dancing. Grabbing her phone she starts a video and points it at her laughing sisters.

Kara looks over at her. “Emma! Come on!” She beckons her sister over. Emma smiles and places her phone on top of the tv to capture her dancing with her sister’s. Their laughter and happiness shining through.

-- -- --

The sister’s walk over to L-Corp. Enjoying the clear blue sky and each other’s company as they chat about the rest of the tour. Kara and Alex quietly figure out when they can next come to a gig. At one point Emma links arms with both her sisters, Kara smiles and Alex squeezes Emma’s arm. They walk insync along the pavement. When they are half way on the walk Alex’s phone rings causing the sisters to halt.

“Danvers.” Alex answers the call. Her face becomes hard and Emma recognises Alex morphing into the Director of the DEO. “Okay, we’ll head in now.” Ending the call Alex takes a breath and nods her head towards an alleyway. The sisters quickly walk towards it. “There’s been a disturbance at an old Cadmus facility.” Alex looks at Kara. “Can you fly me over to the DEO so I can get suited up? We are going to meet the others there.”

“Sure.” Kara nods and turns to her baby sister. “It was so good spending time with you!” She hugs Emma close and squeezes enough that she won’t hurt her sister.

“Yea we should do it again sometime.” Emma says sarcastically causing Kara to laugh loudly. Emma holds Kara a bit longer than normal. Hating the fact her sister’s are heading into danger. Again. “Love you.”

“Love you too little one.” Kara says gently.

Finally she breaks away and turns to Alex. Pulling her into a tight hug. “Please stay safe.”

“Of course we will peanut.” Alex says softly. Knowing she shouldn’t promise something that she can’t control. Knowing that on missions, anything can happen. Especially when Cadmus is involved.

“Love you. Let me know when it’s over.” Emma repeats and squeezes her sister.

“We will and I love you too.” Alex smiles and squeezes back.

Emma steps away from the redhead and sees Supergirl has taken Kara’s place. Emma gives her sisters a smile before Supergirl picks Alex up and shoots off into the air.

When Emma can no longer see her sisters she takes a deep breath and heads out of the alleyway. Emma continues her walk towards L-Corp, putting her ear buds in and listening to music. A few people gawk at her or wave and she smiles and waves back. No one stops her this time, not that Emma minds being stopped by fans.

When she approaches the L-Corp building she is immediately ushered through by the heavy security. She smiles and nods her head at L-Corp employees while entering the elevator. She presses the button for the top floor while taking out her ear buds.

Butterflies start fluttering around Emma’s stomach as the elevator ascends, knowing she’ll be seeing the woman she loves soon. Her mind is still in a state of shock at how Lena Luthor, the badass CEO who Emma is in awe of, who Emma felt lucky calling her best friend, could have the same feelings of love for her. Emma Danvers, who barely passed high school as her talents didn’t lie in academic work but in music. Who didn’t go to college, much to the displeasure of her Mom, but immediately joined the band which changed her life.

Her phone pings and she looks down at it. Opening the message quickly when she sees it’s from Alex.

Alex: Was a false alarm. Back at work and Kara heading to Catco.

Emma breathes a sigh of relief and sends a message back. The elevator doors slide open on the top floor and Emma tries not to sprint out of them.

“Good afternoon Ms Danvers.” Jess smiles at her as she approaches.

“Hey Jess!” Emma returns the assistant's smile and pauses in front of the desk. “So, how long have we known each other?”

Taken aback Jess blinks at the blonde.

“A while yeah?” Emma tilts her head, still smiling and Jess nods. “Okay, so please call me Emma. Ms Danvers just doesn’t sound right and makes me feel old.”

“Right… Sorry Ms- I mean, Emma.” Jess smiles again.

“Lena free?” Emma asks, knowing she can’t just waltz in.

“Yes she’s finished her meetings for today, you can go through.”

“Awesome!” Emma turns and walks towards Lena’s office door. She pauses for a split second and then lifts her hand up to knock.

“Come in.” Lena’s muffled voice calls out.

Emma enters and her heart leaps at the sight of her girlfriend. She closes the door behind her and leans against it. Just watching as Lena continues to work. A smile spreads across Emma’s face.

Lena lifts her head and as their eyes connect, they feel like their breath has been taken away.

“Hi.” Emma says shyly.

“Hi.” A smile like Emma’s spreads across Lena’s face. She watches as Emma struts over to her and sits on the desk. Emma leans down and kisses Lena’s lips in a passionate kiss. When they break away Lena blinks and looks down at her work. “Sorry-” Lena looks back up at her girlfriend. “I’ll be done in a moment, I just need to write these last few notes.”

“No worries.” Emma removes her backpack and leather jacket. Placeing it behind a chair facing Lena’s desk. She sits and scrolls through her phone while partly watching her girlfriend work. Soon a memory filters through her mind.

“Tell me what you want love.” Emma says seductively as she watches Lena squirm through her computer. She’s tempted to crank up the remote to full power but she also wants to prolong Lena’s release.

“I-I want you to, urgh, get on your knees and, and, eat me out, fuck! Under my desk.” Lena gasps out her fantasy as her hips buck as she rubs her clit.

Emma moans at the thought and files the request away for when she’s next in Lena’s office.

Emma licks her lips and is immediately turned on. She squeezes her legs and decides to wait until Lena is finished with her work. The wait gets Emma more and more excited.

When Lena closes her tablet and starts gathering up the papers around her she doesn’t notice Emma standing. Or how the blonde sways her hips while making her way around the desk.

Emma smirks when she notices how Lena is still in work mode and hasn’t lifted her head. Emma leans down and kisses an area of Lena’s neck, behind her ear, that she knows drives the raven haired beauty crazy. Lena gasps out and moves her neck so Emma has better access.

“Remember that fantasy you told me recently?” Emma whispers seductively before continuing her kisses.

“Yes.” Lena moans as she closes her eyes and tightly grabs the handles of her office chair.

Emma pulls away. “Well, how bout we make that a reality?” Lena opens her eyes and watches as Emma kneels under the desk. She shifts in her chair as Emma runs her hands up and down her thighs. Lena reaches down and presses a button that locks her office door. Not wanting any interruptions.

Emma slowly pushes Lena’s pencil skirt up and pulls Lena towards her so she’s on the edge of the chair. Causing Lena’s breath to hitch, arousal surging through her. Which intensifies as Emma plants kisses up and down her thighs. Emma smirks when she feels her girlfriend tremble.

“Em?” Lena asks hesitantly, stopping Emma’s movements.

“Yea?” Emma responds, worried she’d overstepped.

“I want to see you.” Lena rolls her chair back slightly and Emma shuffles forward but is still partly hidden by the desk. Lena opens her legs wider, pulling her pencil skirt above her ass. And Emma is greeted with the sight of a pantless Lena.

Emma grins and raises an eyebrow at the CEO and who bites the corner of her lip. Watching her intently. Keeping the eye contact Emma leans forward and slowly licks her tongue up Lena’s folds. Causing Lena’s mouth to drop open and gasps in a light moan. Emma grins slightly and stops just before she gets to the clit and repeats from the bottom of the labia again.

“Em… Please.” Lena breathes out as she tries to widen her legs further. Lifting her right leg onto the desk, papers be damned and her left legs over Emma’s shoulder. The shift causes Lena’s chair to roll slightly but Emma stops it as she holds on.

Emma presses her face more into Lena and licks the clit. Causing the CEO to slam her head back against her chair and a deep moan reverberates around the office. Lena reaches out, running her fingers through Emma’s hair and keeping a hold of her head.

Emma continues to kiss and lick Lena’s pussy and clit. Savouring the wetness building as Lena’s hips start moving with Emma’s tongue.

“Fuck, Emma. Don’t stop.” Lena moans out. This spurs Emma on even more. She applies more pressure and quickens her pace. This causes Lena to moan even more and she pushes Emma’s head further into her. Soon Emma feels Lena’s body tensing and her hips grinding even harder against Emma’s mouth.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Lena yells, closing her eyes as Emma keeps licking at her release. Lena spasms a few times before collapsing back into her chair. Her chest heaves as she catches her breath and gently caresses Emma’s head.

Emma laps up Lena’s cum and lifts her head. Resting it on hand as she leans against the office chair. She watches her girlfriend come down from her high. Taking every detail of Lena’s coloured cheeks on her pale skin. Green, dilated eyes open and connect with Emma’s.

“Hi.” Emma smirks, knowing she isn’t done with her girlfriend.

“Hi.” Lena breathes out and goes to lean forward to kiss Emma. But she freezes when Emma dips her head again and kisses Lena’s dripping pussy. Humming at the taste and the build up of cum there.

Emma licks her way up to Lena’s clit again and the CEO’s hips jolt as she’s still sensitive from her recent orgasm. Lena’s moans fill the air and her hands go back to Emma’s head, caressing and holding it in place.

Emma sucks and kisses the clit as she gently rubs a finger through Lena’s folds. Covering it with the slick wetness there. She looks up at Lena in permission and her girlfriend nods while biting her lip. But Lena is soon calling out Emma’s name when the blonde pushes two fingers into Lena’s pussy. Pulling out slightly before slipping in further.

“Fuck! So good! Emma!” Lena repeatedly chants as Emma continues thrusting into her, finding her g-spot and licking her clit.

Soon Emma feels Lena’s pussy muscles tighten on her fingers and Lena’s whole body tenses. Her hips jolt forward and her back arches, lifting her off the chair.

“FUCK!” Lena screams totally lost in the ecstasy of her orgasm.

When Emma can remove her fingers she lowers her head, sucking and licking the sweet, sticky cum from Lena’s pussy.

Totally spent, Lena collapses against her office chair. “Em.” Lena gasps trying to catch her breath by breathing deeply. Emma looks up and smiles. She pulls away, running a finger on her chin covered in Lena’s juices.

The raven haired beauty watches as Emma licks her fingers and she groans at the sight. A fire ignites inside her. Shakily she pushes the, now very wet, office chair back and removes her legs from the desk and Emma.

“Lee?” Emma asks while grinning.

But her girlfriend doesn’t answer. Instead she stands and pulls Emma up with her. She quickly slams her lips onto Emma’s and moans at the taste of herself. Lena tugs Emma further into herself and quickly turns them around. Pushing Emma against the window and deepening the kiss.

Emma moans and her need heightens even further. Lena seems to sense this and wedges her thigh in between Emma’s leg. The blonde moans even louder into the kiss and starts grinding against her girlfriend.

“Lee!” Emma yells as she holds tighter onto Lena’s shoulders. Her head hits the window behind her and she chants Lena’s name over and over.

“That’s it Em-ma.” Lena’s husky voice whispers in Emma’s ear causing her pace to become frantic with need. Her underwear was already soaked and ruined. The friction causing Emma to get to her release quickly.

“I’m coming!” Emma yells as her hips buck wildly as she grinds even harder into Lena’s thigh. Emma gasps and quivers as the orgasm rocks through her.

Lena observes Emma with a smirk, making sure Emma doesn’t fall. When the blonde starts to slow her pace the raven haired beauty leans by Emma’s ear. “Do you know another fantasy I have?”

Emma shakes her head as she still grinds against Lena, hoping for another sweet release..

“What was that? I need to hear you Em.” Lena orders.

“No. What, oh Rao, what is your, fuck! Other fantasy?” Emma gasps out.

“To fuck you on my desk.”

Emma’s brain short circuits and her grinding halts. Lena smirks and lifts Emma’s face to hers. “Would you like that?”

Emma nods.

“I need to hear you say it.” Lena kisses around Emma’s face and reaches out. Moving Emma’s hips against her thigh.

“Please.” Emma groans.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me on your desk!” Emma cries out.

Lena kisses Emma and immediately the blonde deepens the kiss. Lena spins them around and moves towards the desk. Papers fall to the floor as Emma falls against it. Lena hitches her up further onto it and rests between her legs. She breaks the kiss and her hand hovers over Emma’s jean button. “May I?”

“Yes.” Emma gasps out in anticipation.

Lena quickly unbuttons Emma’s jeans and pulls the tight jeans down so she has the access she needs.

“Do you know what else I fantasise about?” Lena gently rubs her fingers over Emma’s drench underwear.

“Hmmm, what?”

“People being able to see us but not being able to say anything due to the NDA they were made to sign.” Lena quickens her pace and bites her lips. “God Emma you're so wet.” Not waiting another moment she pulls the underwear down, Emma lifting her ass to help. Lena then leans down and buries her head between her girlfriends legs. Humming at the taste of Emma's juices.

Emma is already over sensitive and jumps when she feels Lena’s tongue lick her folds.

“Lee!” Emma yells as she slams her head back on the desk.

Lena gently moves Emma’s outer labia and licks at the juices already seeping from Emma’s pusy. Causing Emma’s hips to buck and her back to arch.

“Lee! So good!” Emma moans, placing a hand on top of Lena’s hand and head.

Lena moves up to Emma’s clit, sucking and kissing it gently before applying more and more pressure. Emma’s deep moans filling the office like Lena’s did earlier. It was truly music to Lena’s ears.

Emma’s hips buck more and more until finally her thighs clamp around Lena’s head. Deafening the CEO briefly as Emma rides the waves of her orgasm. When Emma is able to loosen them Lena looks up at Emma and grins. Slowly she stands and leans over her girlfriend. She kisses Emma’s neck, whispering loving words and her hands roam Emma’s thighs. Getting closer and closer to Emma’s pussy. She finally trails her fingers along Emma’s folds, gathering up the juices there.

“Lee.” Emma’s voice sounds strained.

Lena stops kissing her neck and looks at the blonde. “Yea?”

“Fuck me! Please?” Emma whines, making Lena chuckle.

“Well, as you asked so nicely.”

Any resort coming from Emma dies when Lena inserts two fingers into her pussy. Emma groans and holds on tight to Lena’s shoulders.

“You like that love?” Lena asks seductively as she watches Emma’s writhe under her.

“Yes! Fuck! Lena! So good!” Emma moans as her pussy responds to Lena’s fingers. Tightening and relaxing with each movement. Lena adds another finger, using her hips to thrust deeper into Emma. Causing the desk to sway and creak. She kisses and sucks Emma’s neck again, making the blonde’s moans escalate further.

“Lee! Don’t stop!” Emma yells, her hips matching with Lena’s. Her girlfriend reaches down and starts rubbing Emma’s clit.

“Fuck! Lee! Fuck!”

Soon Emma’s hips jerks as her walls tighten around Lena’s fingers and the build up of pressure finally releases.

“Lee! I’m coming!” Emma groans loudly and Lena watches her girlfriend come undone. Emma’s back arches off the desk and she tenses as all her nerve endings light up. She almost forgets to breathe.

Collapsing back to the desk Emma lays in a blissful daze. The raven haired beauty smirks and removes her fingers, licking Emma’s sweet, sticky release from them.

Lena kisses Emma’s lips before moving away into her office bathroom. She runs a washcloth under warm water and rings it out. After cleaning herself up she grabs another two washcloths, wets one and heads to her girlfriend. Lena pulls the rest of Emma’s skinny jeans off, not wanting to get them anymore wet. She starts cleaning and drying the blonde’s thighs and pussy.

Once Emma is more with it she leans on her elbows and her heart melts as she watches Lena take care of her. When Lena finishes Emma grabs her wrist, stopping her from heading back into the bathroom.

“Hi.” Emma grins, sitting up fully and pulling her girlfriend towards her.

“Hi.” Lena smiles back and wraps her arms around Emma’s neck.

They kiss which slowly gets more and more heated until Lena stops them.

“As much as I’d love for this to continue.” Lena quickly kisses Emma’s lips. “I think we should move this somewhere else?”

“Hmm okay.” Emma kisses Lena again. “Mine or yours?”

“Let’s go to yours.” Lena rests her forehead against Emma’s.

“But your apartment is closer.” Emma looks deeply into Lena’s green eyes.

“True, but, as much as I love having sex with you. I also want to spend time with you.” Lena kisses Emma lightly before pulling back. “Why don’t we get some ice cream.” Lena kisses Emma again. “Enjoy the day and-” Another kiss. “See what happens?”

Emma chuckles and bites her lips at Lena’s sultry tone. “Sounds like a plan.” Lena smiles at her before heading back towards the bathroom. Emma gets off the desk and picks up her clothes. Looking at the state of her underwear. “Oh er… Lee?” Lena pokes her head around the door. “Do you have any underwear I can borrow?”

-- -- --

The girlfriends soon get themselves in order, Emma in a pair of Lena’s dry underwear and they leave Lena’s office.

“Have a good day Ms. Luthor, Emma.” Jess smiles at them brightly and Emma’s face becomes beet red when she realises Jess will have heard them.

“You too Jess, don’t work too hard!” Lena jokes as she walks to the elevator and presses the button. Her smile fades when she sees the horror on Emma’s face. “Em?”

“She… Jess, would have heard us?” The doors slide open and Emma rushes in. Holding her head in her hands.

“Oh love.” Lena chuckles pressing the buttons for the lobby and turns to her motifided girlfriend. She slowly leans into Emma’s ear. “My office is sound proof.” She pulls away and smirks at Emma’s relieved face. Taking Emma’s hand Lena holds it tight. The doors open and then walk in sync out of L-Corp and towards Emma’s penthouse apartment. They grab ice cream cones along the way, Emma’s cone being a lot bigger than Lena’s, and wander through the park. Taking their time and enjoying the spring sunshine.

“Hmm Lee! You gotta try this!” Emma holds out her cone and points at the mint choc chip. They stop and Lena slowly licks at the ice cream and moans, causing Emma to bite her lip. “Of course you would do that.” Emma narrows her eyes. An idea enters her head and she quickly presses her ice cream to Lena’s nose.

“Emma?!” Lena yelps and her eyes go wide. Emma laughs and takes a step back while still holding Lena’s hand. “Oh you’ve done it now!”

“Lee! Now think about this.” Emma implores her girlfriend but ends up with a load of ice cream shoved in her face.

The two squeal and laugh as they end up smearing more ice cream on their faces. They laugh so much they fall into each other and soon tears stream down their faces. Emma wheezes and collapses onto a bench with Lena. Taking her back pack off and placing it between her legs. She rubs her eyes and smiles at her girlfriend beside her. Lena smiles lovingly back before wiping the ice cream off her and Emma’s face with a napkin.

“You know I was saving that for later.” Emma says sarcastically.

“I do apologise.” Lena chuckles before resting her head on Emma’s shoulder.

They continue to eat their ice creams and watch the world go by. Emma is fascinated as the wind gently blows through a tree, causing the blossoms to slowly fall to the floor.

“So, what did you do at sister night?” Lena asks while finishing her cone.

Emma sighs. “We got food and mainly talked.”

Lena frowns and lifts her head up to see Emma properly. “What’s the sigh for?”

“Promise you won’t tell anyone?” Emma asks and Lena nods. “Alex and Kelly aren’t doing well and I’m worried about Kara.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Lena says sincerely, this news about Alex did surprise her. She thought Alex and Kelly were a great couple, but, like with anything, the outside can show a different story to what's going on inside. “And what are you worried about.”

“I just… With both of them they’ve both not told me how they are really feeling. I mean I message them and we facetime-” Emma sighs deeply. “But they didn’t want to stress me out while I’m on tour. Which is such a kick to the gut. I thought they knew I’d drop anything for them, you know?”

“Yea, but I can see where they are coming from. A lot of people depend on you Emma.” Lena thinks about the many other people that work on the tour. The sound and lighting technicians, the stage hands that get the stage set up and the truck and coach drivers.

Emma scoffs. “A lot more depend on them. They’re real life heroes. Saving people's lives daily and I-I just sing and play my guitar or piano.” Emma says while rubbing her forehead. Lena reaches out and turns Emma’s face towards her, looking deep into Emma’s hazel green eyes.

“Now, I know you have received tons of fan mail stating you saved someone's life. That they didn’t end it because of your songs.” Lena swallows, knowing herself how Emma’s music has been there for her. “You’ve given them hope, a light in their darkness. To me, that’s pretty heroic.” Lena says passionately and Emma’s eyes glisten as she takes in her girlfriend’s words.

“Thank you.” Emma says gratefully and kisses Lena.

“You’re welcome.” Lena holds Emma’s hand and squeezes. “Ready to continue?”

“Yep!” Emma wipes under her eyes and stands putting her backpack on while pulling Lena up to her feet. They hold hands and walk to Emma’s apartment, stopping at a store on the way to pick up essentials. With Emma going back on tour tomorrow night they are making a healthy meal. Lena even insisted they buy chicken for Emma to eat. Knowing the blonde needs her protein and not taking Emma’s no for an answer.

-- -- --

When Emma opens her apartment door she smiles at being home. Remembering how her sister’s helped her find an apartment and how all three of them fell in love with it as soon as they walked in.

The pair place the shopping bags on the kitchen island and change into comfortable clothes. They head back into the kitchen and get to work. They move around the space effortlessly and Emma twirls Lena a few times with the music that's playing. Making Lena burst out laughing and smiling as she kisses Emma.

They eat at the table and talk about Lena’s up and coming projects. As always Emma is blown away by Lena’s ideas and passion.

“How’s the project going where you, like, heal people quickly?” Emma blushes at not remembering the details fully.

“It’s going.” Lena rolls her eyes slightly. “I mean something so ground breaking you’d think there’d be a lot more interest.” Lena takes a sip of her wine. “Unfortunately there isn’t.”

Emma shakes her head. “But you are continuing with it?”

“Of course.” Lena says quickly. “It may even help with my plans to help cure cancer.”

“Like Edison.” Emma takes a bite of her meal, watching as Lena tilts her head at her. Emma swallows her food and continues. “I mean in the way it took him over three thousand tries until he successfully developed the lightbulb. For you it may take loads of tries, but, I know you’ll get there.” The smile Lena gives melts Emma and she smiles back.

“Thank you.” Lena reaches out and holds Emma’s hand.

“You’re welcome. I can be your personal cheerleader! Along with many others!”

“Not that many.” Lena rolls her eyes and takes another sip of her wine.

“Hey! Lena, look at me.” Emma waits until green eyes connect with hers. “You have many who love you.” Emma squeezes Lena’s hand. “Remember, it’s not the quantity but the quality. The Superfriends and I have your back.”

Lena gives her a small smile and they continue eating. Intertwining their fingers and sitting in comfortable silence. When they finish Emma picks up the plates and takes them over to the dishwasher to load them. But she doesn't, instead figuring she can do it tomorrow.

Turning round she sees that Lena is watching her intently. Sending a spike of excitement through her.

“So, I wanted to show you something.” Emma asks shyly. “If that’s okay? You don’t have to. I mean we can do something else-”

Lena gets up and cuts off Emma’s rambling with a gentle finger on her lip. “I’m fine with whatever we do love. What is it you want to show me?”

“Go make yourself comfortable on the sofa.” Emma nods to them across the apartment. Lena raises an eyebrow and grabs her wine, Emma’s drink and the bottle. Lena sits and Emma goes to grab her backpack she dumped by the door. Walking back she unzips it and pulls her MacBook Pro out.

“So… Erm… As you know the record company wants me to release an alarm soon after the tour…” Emma sits next to Lena and opens her Mac. A picture of the Superfriends at Christmas appears and they both smile at it. Emma unlocks the computer with her touch ID and opens her album folder. She syncs her speakers with her mac so the sound quality is better. “Well… I’ve been recording while on tour and somehow got over forty songs.” Emma laughs as Lena’s high brows shoot up. “But we’ve narrowed it down to these twenty five. Which is still too many!” Emma takes a nervous breath. “Are you okay to listen to them and give me your opinion? You can say no!” Emma says too quickly.

Lena blinks at her but then smiles. “Of course I want to listen! I’m touched you want to share this with me.”

“Well, you are the most important thing in my life.” Emma says softly. Her finger hovers over the play button, but she sits back grabbing a cushion and hugging it close. “I can’t do it! You have too!”

Lena chuckles and presses play. She sits back and listens. When the song ends Emma reaches out to stop the next song from playing.

“That song was so good!” Lena says excitedly, beaming at her girlfriend. “Will that be the opening song in the album?”

“I honestly don’t know. I mean it’s always good to open with an upbeat song. But there’s still twenty four songs to go.”

Emma starts the next song and settles back into the sofa. She watches her girlfriend nervously. Reading the slight changes in her facial expressions, the tapping of her foot or sway of her head and what they could mean. After each song they discuss the song further, Lena giving a detailed analysis of what she liked or didn’t like.

But before Emma plays the last song she closes the Mac. Causing Lena to look at her confused.

“I want to sing the last song to you.” Emma says softly. Lena nods and Emma pulls her to her feet. Emma leads the raven-haired beauty to her wooden upright piano. She grabs a chair for Lena to sit on. Lifting the lid Emma settles on the piano bench. Taking a deep breath she starts the first chord.

That summer sky burnin' in your eyes You look at me and, babe, I wanna catch on fire It's buried in my soul like California gold You found the light in me that I couldn't find

Emma thinks back to the summer and the time of the beach with the Superfriends. How beautiful Lena looked. How Lena, her best friend, became the love of her life. How she has changed Emma for the better, even in the early days of their friendship and was always there to support her.

Emma’s emotions start to get to her and the next few lines come out in more of a croak.

So when I'm all choked up But I can't find the words Every time we say goodbye Baby, it hurts

Rao yes it hurts so much whenever Emma has to say goodbye to Lena. The last kisses and longing looks as they walk away from each other feels like Emma’s heart is ripped in two every time.

When the sun goes down And the band won't play I'll always remember us this way

Lena watches Emma with tears in her eyes. The passion the blonde is given each note takes her breath away. The fact she’s singing about her sets her heart ablaze.

Emma continues the song. Giving it her all and getting lost in the music and the words.

After the last chorus she looks over at her girlfriend. Emma smiles softly at the emotion on Lena’s face. The few tears that have slipped from her green eyes.

When you look at me And the whole world fades I'll always remember us this way

As the last chords fade away they sit in silence. Emma bites her lip in worry and straddles the piano bench.

“Lee? You o-” Emma can’t continue as Lena’s lips are against her own.

Lena kisses Emma deeply and climbs onto the blonde’s lap. She starts grinding into Emma who hums happily. Lena gasps in surprise when Emma lifts her up as she stands. Lena quickly wraps her legs around Emma’s middle as the blonde carries her to the bedroom.

Emma carefully lays Lena on the bed and hovers over her, breaking the kiss.

“So you liked the song then?” Emma asks cheekily.

Lena scoffs, pulling her girlfriend on top of her and kissing her passionately. When they need air they break the kiss and Lena cups Emma’s face. “I love it and I love you.”

“I love you too.” Emma says as she looks deep into Lena’s green eyes. “Lee, you have no idea how much I love you.”

The rest of the night is filled with their moans of pleasure until the early hours of the morning.

(Part Nine)

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mostlycompetentwriter · 4 years

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My Pace (Drabble)

F/M Pairing: Y/N x Hwang Hyujin (SKZ)

Warnings: Smut and Language

Genre: Street Racer AU

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: Initially, Y/N only came to the race track because she wanted to keep a close eye on her mischievous little brother, Seungmin. She certainly didn’t expect to catch the attention of one of the racers who seems determined to impress her.

I loved the rare mornings when the sky was nothing but an endless blue paradise, undisturbed in its picturesque setting. During the Summer, that often precluded long, miserable hot days, but in the Fall, the weather was much more tolerable. It also marked the start of my town’s local racing league, which basically meant that a bunch of high-school and college-aged teens showed up at the abandoned track downtown to race their sports cars.

They could race for hours, swerving dangerously around the curves and accelerating close enough to touch bumpers with the car in front of them. The smell of gasoline and burnt rubber was pervasive, and all the other girls seemed to go crazy. They would scream and cheer for the cars as they zoomed past the stands as if the drivers insider could possibly see their individual faces.

In all honesty, it actually wasn’t so bad, especially when they opened the concession stand booth because I could occupy my time with candy snacks and popcorn. But the only reason I even came to the track was because of my younger brother, Seungmin. If he wanted to sneak out of the house undetected by my parents to race, then I felt the need to follow him and ensure that he kept out of trouble. In such a dangerous and high-risk sport, I only wanted the best for my little brother.

I also knew that it would be impossible to dissuade his passion for racing, so it was best to simply linger around the edges of the track and watch him. Because, for the most part, the other competitors never tried to do anything too outlandish. They obeyed the rules since they couldn’t risk getting kicked out, and some of the older students even invited everyone to bonfire parties after the events.

But I never went to those parties. I was only at the track to watch over Seungmin, and I trusted him enough to spend the night with Jeongin if he drank too much. You see, Seungmin enjoyed the social aspect of the races just as much as the actual competition, and he had tried to introduce me to his friends. They seemed nice enough, even if I only ever saw them after races with sweat perspiring on their skin, but I wasn’t looking for long-term friendships at the track. Because, at the end of the day, I didn’t share Seungmin’s passion for racing or the sleek model cars with impossibly loud engines.

Of course, that didn’t mean that Seungmin’s friends weren’t also disinterested in my company. Especially Hwang Hyunjin, the tall and lanky 16-year-old who embodied the phrase: “rebel without a cause.” Hyunjin always smoked cheap cigarettes while he waited for his partner-in-crime, Han Jisung, to make repairs under the hood of his Mustang. Apparently, the car was more trouble than it was worth, but Hyunjin had nothing else to race, so he was forced to worry over the engine on a regular basis.

He was very attractive, especially his figure, and I had caught myself staring a time or two when he crawled out from his car after a race. And Hyunjin also had long, blonde-colored hair that he pulled back away from his handsome face, exposing the expanse of his forehead and the proud cheekbones that stood out prominently. He always wore black jeans that were too big for him, and some corny t-shirt that hung limply from his shoulders. He was an irresponsible teen who didn’t seem to care that much for his safety, and he always made an effort to talk to me at the racing events, even though I had tried to make it clear that I wasn’t interested in his conversation.

For example, after one such event, Hyunjin arrogantly posed with his recently won trophy after securing first place yet again, wiping his greasy shirt sleeves against the plaque on the front. He easily found me in the stands, dropping the trophy onto the bleachers next to me before offering his best smile. “Did you see me, Y/N?” Hyunjin asked. “I was six seconds ahead of your brother.”’

“Hmmm?” I replied, entirely disinterested as I scanned through the contents of my phone screen.

“Y/N,” Hyunjin tried again, and he boldly reached out to lower my phone screen and force my attention. “I’m having a party at my place tonight. You’ll come, right?”

I smirked. “I don’t go to those parties, Hyunjin.”

“You don’t?” Hyunjin hesitated, and a decidedly chastened look affected the usual arrogance of the smile that he was clearly forcing.

I guess that was enough to make me feel a little bad when I thought about Hyunjin’s poor attempts at flirting. “I can maybe come over for an hour.”

Hyunjin immediately brightened, shoulders rising as he cleared his throat and fetched a cigarette from his grease-stained pocket. He held the unlit stick between his teeth. “I’ll see you there.”

It only took me exactly fifteen minutes to hate the party at Hyunjin’s house.

His parents must never come home very much because Hyunjin didn’t seem to care that his friends were trashing everything, littering the floors with discarded bottles of beer and food wrappers. It was a complete mess, and the music was too loud, thunderous with some kind of generic bass that had me retreating outside to find some fresh air. However, I was surprised to find Hyunjin outside as well, smoking as he looked out into the darkness. “Oh,” I said, drawing his attention. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You’re not,” Hyunjin said with a raspy tone, beckoning me closer with a delicate crook of his fingers. “I needed a break too.”

“It’s your party,” I reminded him, and Hyunjin laughed, running his fingers through his messy hair.

“Yeah,” Hyunjin agreed. “But sometimes it can get crazy with the older kids.”

“I guess you don’t mind that they’re trashing your place?”

“I’ve got people who can clean that for me,” Hyunjin said, but it wasn’t boastful. In fact, there was a hint of resentment in his tone that he quickly banished with a shake of his head. “Hey, you want to see something?”

I nodded because I had nothing better to do, following him to the back of the house where he messed with a combination panel on the side of the building to reveal the inside of an impressive garage. “Holy shit,” I cursed, surveying the dozens of collector cars decorating the inside.

“They’re my dads,” Hyunjin said, tossing aside his cigarette before leading me to the first car. “He won’t let me drive them.”

“What’s the point, then?” I asked around a laugh. “I might not know much about cars or racing, but these seem pretty impressive.

“Which one do you like the most?” Hyunjin asked, and I pointed to the cherry-red Corvette. “You have good taste.”

He reached for my hand, and I shivered at the contact, allowing him to pull me closer to the gorgeous model. “He takes good care of them,” I remarked, and I was too afraid to touch the glistening paint.

“You want a closer look?” Hyunjin asked, reaching for the door handle of the passenger side without really waiting for my response.

“Okay,” I said, waiting for Hyunjin to recline the seat before carefully leading me into the back. I laughed at the absurdity of the situation before I lowered my head to accommodate the car’s smaller height, and I made sure to close the door behind us...just in case.

In the meantime, Hyunjin and I crowded together in the backseat, brushing shoulders while he giggled and reached for my hand between us. “This is kinda sexy, right?” he asked, and I scoffed at his claim.

“What do you mean?” I asked, wholly unprepared for the way he moved in closer, making the space between us even smaller.

“You know I like you, Y/N,” Hyunjin said, and I could feel his breath fanning across my face. “I didn’t think I was exactly subtle.”

“No,” I agreed, studying his eyes and the fascinating way they seemed to reflect the light from the garage. “But you know I only show up for my brother.”

Hyunjin sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before coming to a realization. “That doesn’t mean you can’t like it.”

His lips hovered against mine, almost teasingly, like he was testing his limits. “Hyunjin...”

He silenced me with a gentle kiss, and Hyunjin tasted like cigarettes and alcohol, but I ignored the combination as I allowed him to lick inside my mouth. It was actually really good, and he knew exactly what he was doing, pulling back only to reclaim my lips again before I could question whether or not this was a good idea. “Y/N,” he eventually whispered, looking at me with lust-filled eyes. “Please.”

I traced the swollen purse of my bottom lip before nodding, allowing him to pull me into his lap as our kisses grew feverish. It felt like there were fireworks going off all around us, electrifying the air and blinding my senses. But I was enraptured with the feeling of Hyunjin’s touches, and I started to trail my hands underneath his shirt, surprised when my fingers ran across the hard lines of his abdomen.

Oh, so there was muscle underneath those baggy clothes.

“Turn around,” he whispered, and he helped me carefully maneuver myself in our limited space. It was difficult, but Hyunjin pulled me against his chest, adjusting our positions so that his hand could crawl its way under the waistband of my shorts.

I whimpered when I felt his fingers tease the edge of my panties, and his other hand directed my chin to the side so that he could distract me with another kiss. It was a distraction that proved worthwhile, and I became lost in the hypnotic feel of his lips while his fingers started to part the folds of my labia, prodding at the entrance of my wet pussy.

I gasped into our kiss, stroking his tongue with messy movements while he started to thumb across my clitoris, providing the perfect stimulation in addition to the slow penetration of his fingers. “So beautiful,” he remarked, looking at me with hooded eyes, and I could see the way the muscle in his arm started to flex as he scissored his fingers against the sensitive walls of my pussy.

“Hyunjin,” I tried again, trying to fight the heavy fog weighing down on my shoulders as I relaxed further into his touches, allowing him to support me against his chest while his sinful fingers continued their work on pleasuring me. The squelching sounds becoming loud and downright vulgar in the narrow space of the car’s backseat.

“What a dirty girl, Y/N,” Hyunjin remarked, and he was suddenly moving faster, sliding his fingers through my juices while flicking his thumb across my throbbing clitoris. He handled me with such skill, and I was turned on beyond belief as I fell apart on his fingers, chasing his lips for more kisses as my hips started kicking in time to his rapid thrusts.

I swallowed around a moan when the heat became unbearable, and my legs started to shake, fighting to close against the intrusion of his fingers. I could feel myself teetering on the precipice, closing my eyes to savor the pleasurable ache building in my lower abdomen, muscles clenching tightly as I exhaled around the sudden and explosive release. I cried loudly as a result, chasing the fiery waves of my orgasm while Hyunjin removed his hand, bringing his fingers to his lips to lick over the evidence of my arousal.

I shivered at the sight before I reached behind me, squeezing his cock through the loose material of his pants. Meanwhile, Hyunjin removed his fingers from his mouth, turning his gaze to my hand as it gave his cock some much-needed attention. Eventually, I grew frustrated with the barrier of his pants, turning around in the narrow space to support myself on my knees as I helped him tug down his jeans and boxers. Immediately, his cock sprung free from the restrictive material, standing proudly against his stomach.

And I was practically salivating, tracing one finger against the head of his cock and watching as he jerked in response. “Y/N,” Hyunjin whined, and I allowed my hand to enclose itself around his erection, squeezing at the base because it seemed to drive him insane. And I tugged at him with lazy movements, studying the way his head fell back against the window, breaths coming out in harsh pants that continued to fog up the glass surrounding us.

When I pulled my hand away, Hyunjin opened his eyes, looking at me desperately as I spread out my legs and lowered myself to meet his cock at eye-level. He understood my intentions, lacing his fingers through my hair as his hips practically jumped in my face. I stilled them with a glare, swallowing hard as I allowed my tongue to trace across his narrow slit, following the little beads of precum that had gathered at the tip.

Hyunjin exhaled harshly, fidgeting around as he fought to keep himself in place, and I ended his torment by opening my mouth and taking him inside the wet cavern. He moaned with delight at the sensation, brushing my bangs out of my eyes as I took him even deeper, deciding that the taste of his precum was preferable to the alcohol and cigarettes from earlier.

I wasn’t that experienced with sucking cock, but I knew the basics, and Hyunjin seemed to be enjoying my efforts. Huffing around little whines as he begged me for more. And I was willing to give him everything, hollowing my cheeks as I felt the tip of his cock touch the back of my throat, forcing me to gag around his erection. “Do that again!” Hyunjin said, and I complied with his request, deep throating him until I couldn’t breathe before pulling off and using my hand to tug at his foreskin.

He was incredibly soft to the touch, and I could tell that he was close, hips practically humping against my fingers. I smiled at the sight of Hyunjin because he looked totally wrecked and ruined, but I still wanted to know what he looked like when I took him completely apart. So, I returned my lips to his cock, swallowing him down around a moan. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Hyunjin chanted, like it was his life’s mantra, forcing his cock down further as I tried to relax the muscles in my throat.

Tears were falling from the corners of my eyes, and my jaw was starting to ache from his girth. Still, I managed to persevere, and I heard his warning just before I tasted his cum on my tongue as he released down my throat. I swallowed hard to force it down, groaning as his taste lingered on my tongue. Afterward, Hyunjin sighed in relief, wiping the sweat from his brow as he petted at my cheeks with gentle fingers. I looked up at him as I pulled back from his cock, and the flaccid length fell between us as I leaned forward to kiss Hyunjin again, struggling to find purchase on his chest.

“Thank you,” I finally managed, meeting his intense gaze as he grabbed my face between his hands to press his lips against the tear-stained tracks falling down my cheeks.

“You’re so good, Y/N,” Hyunjin said, and he pulled me closer into a necessary embrace, and I savored the warmth from his chest as we both came down from our highs.

I guess the next time I came to the track, I would be sure to look for Hyunjin.

#stray kids #skz #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #stray kids hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin fanfic #hyunjin fanfic #hyunjin smut #skz hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin x y/n

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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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Top Shelf: Chapter 1- Enchantment

Pairing: Bucky x reader (Book shop AU with a surprise twist ;)

Word Count: 1,311

Summary: A rainy day takes you on an unexpected adventure

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! So this is the first chapter of my first series. I hope you all enjoy it! I’m going to do my best to update at least once a week. Thank you all for showing interest in this and I really hope you enjoy! LOVE to all❤❤❤

Warnings: warm and fuzzy fluff, the delight of books, shy and sweet Bucky :)

The rain was coming down in a steady rhythm, the pitter patter melodic against your umbrella. With your polka dot rainboots splashing through the puddles you made your way down the block, looking for a warm spot to hide and wait out the storm.

All the coffee shops were packed, groups of friends huddling together clutching their steaming cups, gently sipping and clearly soothed by the hot liquid. As you rounded the corner your eyes caught the warm glow of a small shop, the word “Books” simply stated above the door.

You jogged across the street with renewed hope, the charm of the shop hard to hide even under the veil of heavy rain. Upon opening the door, you were met with a sense of elegant chaos. Tall stacks of books sat precariously against each other while the small aisles housed shelves tall enough to reach the ceiling.

The first inhale of air was divine, the faint smell of vanilla mixed with something woodsy that could only be defined as the aromatic scent of ‘old books.’ It left you smiling and warm inside. Looking around you didn’t see another living soul, just the possibility of the thousands of adventures that would be found under the dusty book covers.

Resting your umbrella against the doorframe you slowly walked down the first aisle, your movements cautious as to not upset the balance of books around you. Looking up you examine the bindings, searching for one to catch your eye. It doesn’t take long, the familiar symbol of the Auryn making your heart soar as you quickly look for a way to reach it.

Finally, you find a small stool and roll it over, stepping up with both feet and stretching your arm up. Just as you lean in to grasp the book you feel the stool start to roll backward, your piercing scream ringing out through the small shop as you being to feel the effects of gravity.

But before your body hits the hard-wooden floor you’re caught by strong arms, gently holding your waist as you slide down the very broad chest of the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. “Woah,” you breathe out, “thank you.”

“Seems luck is on your side today,” he says with a wink. “Maybe not in the form of a giant white luck dragon, but…” he continues and trails off, almost seeming embarrassed. “You’re a fan of the book too, I take it?” you ask with a bright smile, hoping to ease his worry of awkwardness. “Oh, thank god, I was nervous I just totally blew my chance there! And yes, one of my childhood favorites and still is today.”

It isn’t until you catch a hint of vanilla mixed with something slightly spicy that you realize you’re still wrapped in his arms, the warmth of his body radiating through you, “oh, I’m so sorry,” you whisper and move back. Rubbing the back of his neck he says, “it’s ok, I’m just glad you didn’t get hurt.”

The light pink blush that coats his cheeks has you swooning all over again. With a deep breath you reach out your hand, “I’m y/n.” His face lights up in a smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes as his warm hand envelopes yours, “Bucky, Bucky Barnes, I’m the shop owner.”

You stand there for a moment, your hand in his as the feeling of comfort washes over you, ‘well, Bucky, the shop owner, would you mind helping me get that book down, please?” He quickly releases your hand, stumbling over his words as he hops up onto the stool and easily grabs the book, “oh yea, right, here you go, I almost forgot.”

Handing you the book he watches as your hand smooths over the worn cover in admiration, “I can tell you’re a book lover.” Looking back up, the softness in his eyes catches you off guard and you find yourself just as enchanted by Bucky as you are by the book. “I am. I was so happy to stumble across your shop. Once the rain started coming down the coffee shops got packed and I’d much rather be here anyway.”

“That makes two of us,” he replies, placing his hands in his jean pockets and shuffling on his feet. “Um, well, if you still want something warm to drink, I can make us some tea. If you’re not looking to head out yet.” Your head swings toward the front of the store, staring as the drops of rain hit the window, “no, I’m definitely not ready to head out yet and tea sounds perfect.”

Bucky grabs your hand and heads toward the back of the store, leading you toward a small nook nestled by the side window and softly light by lanterns on the wall. “You have a reading nook!” you practically squeal out in happiness, running toward it and plopping yourself down on the plush cushion.

Bucky’s laugh echoes through the quiet space, “I do and I’m so glad you’re happy about it, most people don’t appreciate it as much.” You lift your legs and bring your knees up, curling against the back cushion and smiling at him like a kid on Christmas, “Bucky, this is magical, I’ve always wanted one of these! Come sit.” You pat the spot next to your feet, the space just big enough for you both.

“Let me just grab our tea first! What kind do you like? I have the usual.” Hugging the book to your chest you think for a moment, “hmmm any kind of green tea would be great, thank you.” Giving you a sweet smile, he turns and jogs away, the sound of clinking glass drifting down the aisle shortly after.

Placing your hand on the Auryn you whisper the title, “The Neverending Story,” before carefully opening to the first page. The sound of Bucky clearing his throat is the only thing that pulls you from your trance, his blue eyes focused on your face as you look up at him in surprise.

“Hey,” you whisper almost timidly, unsure how long he had been watching you. “Tea is ready,” he says, placing down a tray with two cups of steaming liquid, some honey, sugar and two cookies. Bucky notices your eyes brighten at the sight of the cookies, “they are really good, one of my regulars makes them all the time and always brings me some. She’s a real nice old lady who always feeds me,” he laughs, sitting down across from you.

“I hope I’m not keeping you from your work,” you say, frowning for the first time since walking in the shop. Bucky sits up, his hand landing on your knee, “no, no, not at all. There won’t be much foot traffic today with the rain and all and anyway, most people who come in here are regular customers and know me by name. They’ll yell if they need anything.”

When he removes his hand you feel the loss, thoughts of crawling into his lap racing through your mind. Reaching over he gently takes the book from your hands, his voice low as he asks, “do you mind, I like to read aloud?” Grabbing your cup of tea and a cookie you snuggle in, giving him an enthusiastic nod, “I’d love that, Bucky.”

Just as the first word falls from his lips you find it hard to concentrate, his mouth drawing you in much quicker than the story. It’s a first. You’ve always fallen in love with books so easily. You fall in love with every book you touch. You have secret favorites but when asked you could never choose. Today, just as this book caught your eye you knew, but even now as you try to look away, it’s too late. Bucky has your full attention, more so than any book ever has.

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raekahwritings · 4 years

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A Second Life, Finding Redemption (Shinsou x Reader)

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x Villain!Reader Rating: Explicit, N*SFW Warning: Angst, Murder, Assassination, Fake!Death, Decapitation, Some Smut Word Count: 8,731 Words A/N: This does not have a tragic ending, I can’t bear to write angst without a happy ending.

Summary: You’re a cute coffee barista that Shinsou has feelings for-- and hopefully he never finds out your real purpose in Japan. You are a villain in pursuit of revenge but you wish you could’ve lived a simple life, that you really were the barista you masqueraded as. If Shinsou knows the truth, he would hate you. Or does he?

From Me: I’m trying to post this in time for @bnhabookclub (Antagonist x Protagonist prompt) and I haven’t had time to proof-read this or beta it so please excuse any mistakes or pacing issues. I hope to re-post at a later point but I definitely wanted this out.

Also, inspirations for this work is from @katsukisprincess, @lady-bakuhoe, @iwvs-on-ao3, @bnhabookclub, @/lemonlordleah-shinzawa, @/marilla-eldriana, @/queensynderella.

Sometimes, there was no other end in sight. You could rewind the moment a million times and try to find something you missed, but it would always end the same miserable way.

“Shinsou, you should know what people think of us.” You idly sat from the rafters of the room, simply a shadowed silhouette to the brain-washing hero Shinsou Hitoshi. He desperately looked but he was lost through the maze of unconscious people talking all at once. “They will never trust people who can manipulate others.” Numerous voices bounced around the room, making Shinsou’s eyes dart back and forth—were you even here, or was it yet another machination?

“Marionette—You don’t need to do this.” Shinsou tried to tempt you away from the shadows, trying to sift through the ‘dolls’ you had set in place. You knew he would be sorely disappointed. You had already known about his abilities and set countermeasures in place.

Shinsou caught an idle movement above him, letting his capture weapon snake up to the beams while imperceptibly turning on his own voice-changing mechanism—but it was foiled. “Don’t try that. You know I wouldn��t fall for something so obvious.” You backed away from even the shadows, dissipating, away from his empty oaths and reassurances. Away from the ignorant and unaware hero. With a flick of your wrist, you dispelled the strings of your quirk and letting the bodies fall to the floor.

Shinsou tried to make his way through the unconscious victims but it seemed like you had no more desire to speak to him—you soon disappeared in a silent farewell. Your dolls soon fell to the floor, crumpling as their marionette master was gone.

This is fucking creepy. When Shinsou had arrived onto the scene, it was eerie at how doll-like everyone had seemed with their glass-like eyes and lifeless motions. But upon his arrival, they had come to life and stalled the young hero.

“She got away again.” He frustratedly sighed. This wasn’t the first and this wasn’t the last time you escaped… But he was starting to get the hang of your quirk; it seemed you had to be somewhere nearby to manipulate people. Shinsou reached down for a child, relieved to discover they were breathing and no apparent harm. But as he garnered a better look – it didn’t seem as if anyone was harmed here.

This was strange; you had been responsible for the killings of several prominent people. A businessman. A minor government official. A doctor. The most notable was a visiting dignitary. This latest incident invoked a sense of international outrage and a greater calling for your arrest. Your signature calling card was a single severed head amongst immobile witnesses who only remembered a blackened haze. Their loss of memory was surprisingly similar to Shinsou’s own quirk which is why he had been called in. So far, the only clue he found was your spider-like wires.

“Hey, get the crew in here. There’s a lot of unharmed civilians who need assistance.” Shinsou radioed the information in and took one last look to make sure it was safe before back-up reinforcements were to arrive.

Strange. Shinsou tried to muse over this information; no one else aside from your victims was ever hurt. It seemed that you were aiming for something awfully specific. Shinsou didn’t know what though….

That’s how Shinsou found himself in a cat café, sprawled in a chair, and lost in thought. He was currently on-break from the case since the police were investigating the unconscious victims and the link. So far, they seemed to have found none.

“Hello. Did you want a refill on your coffee?” Shinsou looked over and gave you a slight grin—you were his favorite barista at this cat café. Most places served awful drinks, relying on the kittens to draw people in and shitty service. What a rare find it was to find both adorable kittens, cats, and amazing coffee.

Here you were, one of the most cheerful people he had ever met. Beautiful? Shinsou wasn’t much for conventional beauty or ‘instagram’ models that seemed to be so ‘in’ nowadays. But when cats were crawling all over you and you bundled them all in your arms in a fit of laughter—yes, he thought you were pretty.

Shinso gave you a grateful smile, especially since a napping kitten seemed to have him rooted to the chair. “That would be wonderful.” You leaned over to take his cold cup and Shinsou politely leaned back. Albeit, even he was a virile male and couldn’t help but to take a lightning-quick look at you bending over and shoving down thoughts of how delectable your ass looked.

You apparently didn’t notice but you took a look of your own at his face. Of course, he had his darker-than-usual eye bags and you sighed sympathetically. “You look like you’re working harder than usual.” Shinsou didn’t think he looked different…? But fuck yeah, he felt tired. “Why don’t I add an espresso shot? A little bit of milk to make it sweeter?” He was your favorite customer after all. The purple-haired man had become something of a fixture around the café—you wondered if he ever actually slept sometimes. But he was always wonderful with the cats and often over-tipped. It was to the point that you as a barista, had to hide the tip jar and give him a very pointed glare.

You had caught him stuffing fifty dollars once and you had to draw the line; the poor man needed food and you sent him home to buy dinner for himself. Instead, he sheepishly came back with food for you both and had left it for you at the counter.

This was probably the first moment you had fallen in love with the purple-haired sleepy customer that constantly came to your café that you worked at. The owner gave you plentiful shifts because of your coffee skills.

“…. I think you’re the only one to know about my sweet tooth.” Shinsou said sheepishly. You took that as agreement, happily walking over back to the counter.

You filled up the metal tins and efficiently started frothing the milk, snagging the espresso shots, adeptly mixing the syrups and continued. “Hey, hey, I know when someone doesn’t like Americanos.” You gave him a mischievous smile. “I also saw your nose scrunching up and if you had a cattail, it would’ve been stick straight.”

“Ugh, you remember that.” Shinsou face-palmed. He remembered the first time he came in and one of his hero coworkers had ordered it for him; apparently, he had cultivated the image for loving the watery and bitter brew. No, it was because his office had no fucking good coffee and he was forced to drink it to stay awake. Shinsou had bit back any words and stifled the longing he felt for something tasty.

Apparently, you had noticed. Then you had come over, profusely apologizing that you had given him the wrong coffee and given him a specialty drink with no one the wiser. That moment solidified Shinsou’s affinity for this particular store.

“Do you pay attention to all your customers like this?” Shinsou took the new drink with great appreciation; it seemed everything here was good. He had yet to dislike any of your coffee concoctions.

“I try my best.” You said honestly. Shinsou looked around, there were a few people left at this late hour but for the most part, you seemed to be lingering near him. He bit back a stray thought, maybe that you also liked him a bit more than a regular customer, and gave you a small quirk of his lips. Shinsou wasn’t much for smiling but maybe your drinks invoked some kind of magic.

Shinsou hummed with delight. “I noticed. How long do you think you’ll be working around here?”

“Hmmm. I wonder!” You gave a little bit of a laugh, scooping up a yawning kitten and putting it back in their bed. Another customer gathered their things and gave a friendly goodbye.

Shinsou was content to let the comfortable silence reign but he was compelled by his own curiosity. “What would you do if you left?” He could only hope you’d stay… but he hoped you’d do what you want to do. Life tended to take people all over the place.

“Owning my own café would be a dream.” You wiped the empty tables nearby and took a bit more time cleaning than you usually did… Staring down at the table with a furrowed brows and bitterness. It was an expression he’d never seen before because you were always so happy with the customers.

Shinsou looked questioningly at you. “I think you’d be rather good at it. What’s stopping you?” He gestured to the cafe and you gave him a bit of a melancholy smile.

“Life.” You put your hand on your waist and gave him a smile—it didn’t quite reach your eyes. Huh, Shinsou thought. He noticed you had a way about yourself… answering but not saying anything about yourself.

You tapped his messy paperwork. “Probably the same reason you’re here? Why are you inside my café on a Saturday night? You could be ‘living’ it up with all your friends.” You air-quoted the words, giving him an eyebrow raise at his lonesome self.

“Hey, when did this become about me?” Shinsou held his hands up in a ‘I surrender’ gesture. Interesting deflection though. You had smoothly changed the topic and you were rather adept at turning the conversation to others.

But he couldn’t resist having the last word, call it petty of him. “I still think you’d be great at owning your own café.” He muttered— he knew you could hear. But it was something you should hear. He could see your dedication; you had been here unfailingly every weekend and he knew you took over shifts no one else would take.

“You, my dear customer, need to take no for an answer.” You jokingly rapped him on the head with a familiarity that few people showed.

Then you turned around to see someone secretly taking a picture of Shinsou. He had heard the click of the phone but unfortunately, it was all too common. He was going to ignore it but you weren’t. You shot a daggered look at the customer. “Excuse me, we value discretion in this store.” You courteously told them with a steely undertone.

Shinsou… was surprised. “Hey. Thank you for that.” He didn’t realize you noticed. This was a new side to his barista. He had never once seen you other than impeccably friendly. to civilians and heroes alike.

You dismissed his thank-you. “No, that’s my bad. I should be making sure our customers know not to bother you. You need your privacy too.” Your flippant words caused something to click within Shinsou. You weren’t like the others, you knew heroes were people. People who also should be respected, unlike those goddamn paparazzi sell-outs.

Yea, Shinsou liked you. He really liked you, more so because you didn’t seem to give a damn about his hero-fame. So he finally got the courage to ask you—

“Would you want to grab a bite to eat after the café closes?”

You looked back at him, a bit startled. “Me?” Even the kitten, napping in his lap, jumped away at his suddenly terse invitation.

Shinsou was now a bit embarrassed – he wished he was smoother about this. “No pressure. You just work super hard and I really want to treat you for everything you do for me. I know you stay late because I’m here--” Shinsou was rambling. He never rambled. God, you threw him off his game.

“Sure.” There was no harm in accepting his invitation. “You mind if I choose? I know this izakaya with home-made food but it’s a bit out of the way.” Shinsou nodded. The door rang as another customer entered. You gestured to him ‘five minutes’ and rushed off.

Soon enough, you were both at the amazing izakaya and Shinsou swore to himself that he would drag Aizawa here. This place had black garlic ramen and delicious chicken and sides. His mouth was watering from the moment he entered the place. You wasted no time in getting your orders in.

“I take it I picked well?” You were really happy you got to see your favorite, not-a-crush, customer eating with you. Your elbow was on the table, your face leaning on one hand as you watched him demolish the ramen in front of him.

He nodded, his mouth too full otherwise. “Calm down, the food’s not going anywhere.” You leaned over to push his messy locks back and gave him a chiding smile.

Shinsou froze. You froze. You leaned awkwardly back in your seat. “Um, I don’t want you to eat your hair.” You said lamely. Shinsou… leaned in to get another bite, trying to pass this off as a casual moment. You took an awkward sip of your drink. He could see the pink blush at the tip of your ears and he wondered…. Maybe you liked him back too?

The night was over too soon. He wished it could last longer… You both were at the nearby station, ready to part ways.

He had made the first move so you could take a step too. You tugged at his jacket to catch his attention. “If you ever need a ramen buddy, I’ll be happy to keep you company.” You… nervously said. Because what if he didn’t enjoy the night as much as you did?

Shinsou gave a grin as big as a Cheshire-cat smile. “Now I know what to do to pay you back for all those free lattes!”

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Who knew that random ramen night would lead to café shenanigans between you two?

If anyone were thinking perverted thoughts, they would be disappointed though. Shinsou now helped you to coral mischievous cats and kittens into their cages.

You both had collapsed on the couch after a particularly troublesome kitty had decided to dart every which way and crawl near the coffee beans. It had taken every trick in the book to outsmart this particular kitten.

“Oh god.” You started giggling. “When did a kitten get smart enough to outsmart both of us?” Shinsou started chucking as well. You had to say between fitful of laughter—“You’re a pro-hero and you’re supposed to be smarter than this.”

Shinsou pointed accusingly at you. “I wasn’t alone in this!” You gave him a ‘ohohoho’ laugh as you got up. As a reward for his troubles, you dropped a brown paper bag of pastries onto him to take home. “God, if people saw us, they would’ve thought we were insane.” Chasing the kitten around, scrambling to get it before it escaped to the shelves…

Shinsou meant to get up. He really did. But as he lazily lied on the couch, watching you turn off the coffee machines and the glow of the lamps left a hazily ambient glow… He even shut his eyes for a few moments, relaxing his guard around you… You leaned over him to wake him up…

And then you heard it. The soft, sleepy whisper… “I wish I could see this every day.” He said it before he could think to shut himself up.

Shinsou was so gentle and sweet. You ached for him so much, so much that at those words, you gave in to the temptation. You leaned down to kiss him before he fully woke up. It was chaste, a gentle press of your lips against his.

“I hope you meant that for me and not the kitten?” You teased.

Shinsou’s eyes widened as he woke the fuck up.

Had you overstepped your bounds? Was he not interested? You hesitantly leaned back.

Not to be beaten, Shinsou tugged you down this time. “You don’t get to confess and become all shy, kitten.” His fingers entangled themselves into your hair and he caught your lips with his. He craned his head to lick your lips open, gently requesting permission.

And how quickly you caved, as you crawled into his lap.

You wished you could kiss him forever, Shinsou tasted so sweet— of caramel and sugar— he made you feel so preciously loved. His fingers stroked the nape of your neck, his lips moved down your throat, and his chest met yours as you both breathed heavily.

“I wasn’t hoping for this…” Shinsou whispered. “But I would be lying if I said I didn’t think of this.”

You nodded in a daze. Shinsou leaned forward to cup your breasts in his hands, relishing the feel of your skin against his. He claimed one for his own as he took your hardening nipples into his mouth. You writhed against him as Shinsou took his sweet goddamn time licking both breasts.

You writhed in his lap, feeling the burgeoning erection but Shinsou kept you still. “That isn’t fair…” You whined. You wanted his pants off, you wanted to feel his throbbing length against yourself. But Shinsou merely laughed, letting you suffer through the feel of the maddening cloth barrier. “Are you trying to torture me?” You whined.

“Hm?” Shinsou tugged at your hair, making you arch your chest against his. He took a chance to nip at your throat, giving you just a hint of dominance underneath his nice-guy exterior.

You thrust impatiently against him. “Pay a little attention down here, won't you?” You locked your legs around his hips, bunching your café skirt up, and shoved your wet panties against his tightening pants.

Shinsou nearly groaned, he could swear he felt you throbbing against him. But he did have to concede— there was too much between you two.

“Alright, alright kitten.” He lifted you up from the couch— oh god, you didn’t expect it but his lanky build hid more strength than you realized— and splayed you on the table. What a delicious view. Your lay passively back as he took off his shirt, exposing his toned muscles and inching down his pants. Your eyes didn’t leave his hands for one moment, he had a way of inching his pants down like he was a goddamn stripper.

His cock? You weren’t disappointed when he finally shimmied out of those pants. It was long and curved, already erect at the sight of you. You opened your thighs lewdly and snuck a hand down to rub lightly—

“Kitten, oh no.” Shinsou let his voice drop low, a slight threat to this tone. “You are going to wait patiently for me.” It wasn’t a question. This Shinsou— this wasn’t the awkward, endearing Shinsou that you came to know. This was…

He bent to a knee, looking straight into your soaked panties. You thought he was going to fuck you, not this— you closed your legs but Shinsou wrenched it apart with his hands. “Patient means you get to wait as I get my fill.” What did he mean? You gave him a wide-eyed look, questioning… “Oh kitten, are you embarrassed?” He leaned forward to lick at the wet patch forming. You jerked away but he held you still, teasing you and making you wetter. He could almost taste your slick, the heady damp-heat enticing him. But he wanted to see you beg. He pushed his finger against your cunt, letting you feel his decisive movements through the irritating fabric.

Oh god, it was the first he had touched down there all night. But he didn’t touch you, you needed the panties off. You needed more. But no man had ever cared for foreplay with you before, you had always been used for their pleasure— you only knew to do what they wanted.

“Wait.” You tried to move away from his heated breaths— “I can handle it. It’s better for you if I just take it all in—“ Shinsou withdrew his fingers, his other hand tightening on your thighs and stopping your movement.

“Kitten. You are wet but you’re not wet enough to handle this.” Shinsou glared at you. Did you make him mad? You didn’t understand.

“It’s not about me though, it's about what feels good for you?” You tried to offer.

It was definitely the wrong words to say. Shinsou was feeling a little baffled and a little incredulous. “What do you mean by that?” He demanded. You… didn’t know what to say. Wasn’t this how it worked? Even more so because Shinsou was so important to you, you should’ve been on your knees for him.

Shinsou didn’t like your silence. “Y/N, who have you been with?” You looked away… Shinsou pinched your thigh in warning, “Let me clarify. I’m not asking who. Did no one take care of you?” He had stopped his ministrations.

“What would anyone ‘take care’ of?” You thought Shinsou wanted to fuck you. This was about him. You honestly didn’t know what he wanted of you. So you tried to cajole him out of his increasing irritation with practiced words, “It’s okay, I’m okay. I’m wet enough for you to just take what you want. Don’t you want this?”

Shinsou looked at you with darkened eyes and finally, finally slid your panties off. “Y/N, I’m not trying to just fuck you with no pleasure. I want you to feel this,” he circled your clit with his calloused fingers. “Feel like you’re wanted.” You felt wetness coming from you, getting wetter and wetter. “Have you hot and needy,” You jerked your entire body as he plunged his entire tongue into your cunt as he licked you— you had never felt this before. No man had ever decided to eat you out there but Shinsou ate like a man determined and starved. It felt like forever, Shinsou just wouldn’t let you go. You felt your entire body go taut and Shinsou squirmed his fingers in to pinch your throbbing clit and you screamed as an orgasm washed over you.

“And have you scream like that.” You weren’t even down from your high as Shinsou thrust his fingers in. He scissored his fingers in there, searching, not letting you rest until he found a spot that made you tear and cry. You tugged at his head futilely and Shinsou gave you his Cheshire-like grin again. He finally crawled up to relish your awed, tear-stained expression but he still didn’t stop.

“Shinsou, just stop. Just fuck me, please.” You implored and pleaded with him. In a way, you were trying to escape a pleasure you had never encountered before. No one had cared enough, no one had ever found this spot within you. Why was he doing this? Why did he care? This made your heart hurt, this made your cunt throb in a rising heat you had never felt before.

“I’m not going to fuck you, not like that,” Shinsou said in a low, raspy murmur. “I’m going to put it in you.” He thrust his fingers in time with his words. “When you’ve come.. a few times. Until I’m satisfied that you’re taken care of.”

Shinsou relentlessly pursued the spot within you while leaving his bite marks all over you, his mind tucking away every detail of your skin and every spot that made you feel sensitive. Until you had squirmed, screaming on breathless climaxes. Until you could no longer beg, beg those selfish words.

He never wanted to hear that this was about himself again. He waited until your throat was hoarse and your thighs utterly soaking in your release before he inched himself into your luscious warmth.

Then he started an achingly slow pace that had you feeling every ridge of his cock, your tired body heightened in pleasure. Only when did you utter the most delicious little sighs, did he piston his length into you and finally take his climax alongside yours.

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At least you were on closing shift the next day. You didn’t have to wake up early, you and Shinsou had messily cleaned up after yourself in the café and you had followed Shinsou to his apartment.

Shinsou didn’t want to be apart from you and had been accompanying you at the café.

“We’ll be closing soon. Do you want me to come over tonight?” You inclined your head towards the last few customers. Shinsou was about to say yes but then an incoming call came again.

“Sorry!” Shinsou cupped his hands over his phone and walked to a corner to take a call.

He heard the familiar creation hero’s voice, “Shinsou! We have a meeting tonight!” Shinsou realized, oh shit, he was supposed to be meeting with Yaoyorozu tonight. He had enlisted her help for after-hours with the case for Marionette.

You looked curiously over but said nothing. Shinsou still turned away though, sighing. “Yes. Sorry, it slipped my mind but I’ll be home in thirty minutes.” He hung up the phone.

He looked sadly at you. “Work.” You understood his work was important so you nodded. He gathered his stuff but you busied yourself and made several drinks for him to go. “Your co-worker can choose what they want.” You had included muffins, hot tea, a latte, and a coffee.

Shinsou gratefully accepted, a little at a loss for words. You were endearing yourself, more and more, even sending him off with food so he wouldn’t starve. He left the café but not without throwing a look over his shoulder; wondering if you were ever lonely closing or if you were safe.

You noticed him standing outside and made another ‘shoo, shoo’ gesture. Shinsou reluctantly walked away, curling his jacket around himself in the cold night air. Maybe he would take more patrols in your area to make sure you were okay?

Shinsou nodded to himself and decided, that would settle it. At this time, he wouldn’t possibly have known how this would have turned out—

You lay dying on the floor with a small hand reached out to Shinsou. “It was always going to turn out this way… Don’t cry. I don’t deserve it.” The pro-hero lay over your body, his arms forced at his sides as he shoved back his questions, his outrage, wondering how he could’ve ended this differently. He couldn’t even lend a hand to you. You gave him a pained smile despite bleeding out and let your arm fall. “Thank you… for letting me finish this until the end.” He could see the light of your eyes leaving, the blood choking any further words you wanted to say.

It was always going to end this way. It didn’t matter what he did.

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You saw Shinsou off with a fond smile. A smile you shouldn’t have had; judging by your fellow ‘friend’ who was watching you from the corner of the café.

You leaned in to pick up your so-called friend’s book, thumbing through it to find the loose-leaf sheet you’d been waiting for. “Y/N, are you getting soft for him?” She murmured in a soft voice. You had hoped she wouldn’t notice. You shook your head decisively but she grabbed your arm, looking at you with near-desperate eyes.

“You know that he’s a hero right? If the option came down to it, you will have to choose.”

You shook her off, giving a glare of your own. “No innocents, heroes or no heroes. I’ve accomplished it so far. There’s only one target left.” You scanned the address listed.

“Y/N…” She dug her nails into your skin, tears in her eyes. “You know we have nothing left. This is the last chance to set things straight.”

You leaned your hand reassuringly over hers. “I promise you, nothing, absolutely nothing will stop me.” You looked at the time; noting it was nearly time for you to take over tonight’s operation after the café closed. A customer walked in so the conversation came to a halt. “The shift is almost done here so why don’t I go and get you a drink?” You sent her off with a drink, waited until closing and bidding goodbye as everyone left.

You let the smiling façade fall and curled your fingers painfully into your palms. A cat came up to you, weaving around your legs and gently comforted you. Cats are uncannily perceptive. You hunched down, picking it up and burying your face into its soft fur.

Shinsou had made you think for a second, you could continue to live this life. To indulge in a second of whimsy, to hold onto this brief and mundane happiness.

“It’s such a stupid dream… so stupid for someone like me.” You felt the rising emotion in your throat, but you dammed back the tears, and shoved the anxiety that threatened to overcome you in your lonely moments. You loved this place, adored the gentleness of the innocent kittens, and cherished the trivialities of this daily life. A life that was simple. Working, having fun, laughing, maybe having a secret, starry-eyed relationship with a certain sleepy customer.

It was too bad that this was never meant to last; night had fallen, and you needed to finish one last thing before this illusion overtook you.

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“Yaoyorozu, none of this adds up.” Shinsou frustratedly pushed away the numerous papers surrounding him. All of Marionette’s victims seemed to have no connection, no reason or rhyme as to why she targeted them. But that wasn’t possible; the precision in which she chose her victims should prove she had motive.

Momo sighed, staring at the list again. “Let’s go over what we know, shall we?” She lined the portfolios up. A businessman. A minor government official. A doctor. An international dignitary. They had both been pouring over the victim’s backgrounds but had yet to see a connection. Momo looked at their respective work and occupations, their paths had occasionally crossed but nothing stood out.

Shinsou looked up the families, the nationalities, their political beliefs but none of those stood out either. Except for their… religion? He stared at the church on the dossier for the businessman and doctor. Something was familiar…. But he could not put his finger on it.

“Hey, can you check on the government official and dignitary? Their list of funded causes?” Shinsou frowned. He couldn’t find information on the their religious beliefs; it wasn’t listed because government entities couldn’t publicly pledge allegiance to any religion—lest it be known, and their commitment swayed away from public conviction. But he had sworn there was a familiar name.

Momo scanned the sheets. “Both their records showed they funded a Russian church.” Shinsou tapped the sheets before him. “This doctor is Russian and this businessman had numerous Russian business deals.” He leaned back, thinking…. Then Shinsou pulled up a slightly illegal database, a website he had obtained from one of his informants on the street.

“Don’t look too closely, Yaoyorozu, or you may see things you don’t want to see.” He typed in the church organization, pulling up a number of results. He rapidly keyed in some back-door codes, punching through sensitive data files.

Yaoyoruzu looked at him with lilting eyes, her fingers paused on the paperwork. “You don’t want to ask the police?” Surely, police would be privy to any information they would need.

Shinsou shook his head— “They don’t have enough international information. What I need probably isn’t on official servers.” Regardless of his warnings, Yaoyorozu inched closer and peeked over his shoulder. What had so raptly caught his attention? Shinsou jotted a note on a paper, monologuing to fill his fellow pro-hero in. “As you well know, Russia is one of the worst criminal countries in the world.” He let that sink in. The creation-based hero was informed of the world events—Japan had taken control of their villain society and with All Might, they had issued in one of the most peaceful eras to date. Not to say there wasn’t the League of Villains lurking about. Other countries hadn’t been so lucky. “If you know about Russia, their justice system is highly corrupt and their church and government is known for propagating war crimes.” Yaoyorozu nodded but she wasn’t sure what exactly they were talking about. “And this unique equation of victims makes me think of something really bad.” Shinsou rapidly clicked through the results, not quite finding what he suspected.

He typed in the dignitary’s name, opening an article about his funded endeavors…. “Well, shit.” His tired eyes glazed over the newspaper and article, noting the familiar faces.

Yaoyorozu leaned in and gasped at the contents of the picture. “That’s all four of our victims.” She realized with dawning horror at who they were with. “Shinsou, they couldn’t possibly have….”

Shinsou grimly nodded. “I think so. If I’m right, this last person is the next victim.” He tapped the computer screen and rapidly looked up the captioned woman—“And she lives here in Japan… as a airport customs official.” Shinsou punched in a call to Tsukauchi.

“Hey, I think we found the next victim. Can you send a police escort to them while I fill you in? I’d like to go over and talk to them personally as well.”

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Shinsou was soon driving over, with the police requesting assistance from Tokoyami and Todoroki. Yaoyorozu had teamed up with the police investigators, filling them in on their research.

He met up with Todoroki at the bottom of the apartment building. Was Tokoyami missing? Todoroki answered his question before he could even ask, pointing to the dark night sky and emergency stairwells. The raven bird hero was much more adept at dealing with the situation that Shinsou might be.

“I assume you read up on Marionette?” Todoroki nodded. “Looks like we’re prepared.” Shinsou and Todoroki advanced upwards. They both entered the darkened hallway while Shinsou stared pensively at the eerily silent door of the apartment. Where were the police escorts? Where were the neighbors?

Both of the pro-heroes had a bad feeling; flinging open the door without warning. Todoroki instinctively put up an ice barrier, deflecting the lethal cut of wires flung at the door. Despite the icy steam and darkness, they could still make out the bloody severed head on the floor and unconscious police officers, lit by the blue light of the computer screen.

You, Marionette, looked back at them in your disguised mask. Your blade ran fresh with blood, still dripping heavily and they realized they must’ve only been minutes too late. Shinsou took a lightning-quick assessment, noting the police were still breathing and unconscious, and again, only the victim looked dead.

“Marionette.” Todoroki stepped in. “You’re under arrest by the authorities of the hero association, for the murders of—”

“Stop.” You let the knife fall and waved away his words. For the first time in all your encounters, you deemed to speak a word. In your real voice. Shinsou knew they had you cornered... but it didn’t make sense. Why? Why had you chosen to stay when you could’ve escaped in the ample few minutes? You didn’t attempt to escape, even as Todoroki froze the only other window over. “It didn’t take you very long this time.” Why did you choose to speak, when you had evaded his abilities so well before? Shinsou and you stared at each other.

Shinsou could’ve taken control but he wanted to hear his suspicions proved wrong. He wanted to believe that the victims… were truly victims. That you, Marionette, was a cruel murderer.

Todoroki faded into silence but you all knew if you made a move, he would not hesitate to freeze you in a split second. With that in mind, he let Shinsou step forward closer to you.

“Marionette, we just want the truth. You told me before, no one would trust us.” Shinsou let the past memory sink in, let its weight fall heavy. “Tell me the truth about St. Magdalene boarding school.”

Your breath hitched at the mention of the school. It was the first, discomposed, emotion he had heard from you in all his encounters.

“Trust? Figures you’d be the one to figure it all out, hm? Shinsou.” The brain-washing hero’s blood ran cold— he recognized that familiar way of speaking. More so, how else would you know his name? Todoroki now looked confused. You cast off your hair clip, letting the familiar locks fall and crooked your head at him with a sigh.

“It’s not…” Shinsou rasped out. He had caressed those silky locks this morning, pressing a vulnerable kiss to your sleepy face. He could even see the finger-shaped bruises of your passionate interlude— you couldn’t. Please, not you. But you took off the mask, dispelling any hope Shinsou could’ve had. You looked at him, your expression one of martyred determination. “Why?” His voice come out more agonized than he wanted to show, Shinsou died inside at seeing you.

You leaned forward, pulling— Todoroki got ready to deter you with fire but you simply pulled a thumb drive from the computer. The screen flashed with the same information you had withdrawn, slowly panning pictures of innocent girls. If Shinsou knew the truth…. Then he would know what you were about to say. “St. Magdalene is a Russian school from all appearances.” You felt Todoroki’s ice experimentally but made no violent movement and the pro-heroes remained alert. “If you believe the records. But we both know its far more than that?” Todoroki looked at the girl’s pictures with a dawning realization.

Shinsou decided to fill in the gaps. “But it was an operation for human trafficking, especially from Japan. All the victims— no, culprits, had the connections and means to get children through the channels and have them disappear.” You had to give him credit, he got farther than anyone else.

Yaoyorozu had researched the supposed names that had graduated from the school, only to have them disappear from any official records. “Where they went? We haven’t found a connection but the police are working on that.” Shinsou couldn’t find anything more but he was determined to.

You traced the computer screen, tracing the faces you had grown up with and had seen sacrificed, suffered, and mutilated. “I can help you with that. ”

Todoroki shook his head, muttering. “Disappearing means there’s a chance we can help—“ You let out a cruel scoff.

“You’re naive pro-hero.” Your voice dripped with disdain for Todoroki. “Disappearing would’ve been a kinder fate than what we went through. You name it, you got it.” You tapped the screen at one girl. “Bought and sold to the highest bidder, found dead from sordid sex gone wrong. She was dumped like an animal.” You watched as another face flashed on by. “This one, she wasn’t very pretty. Cut up for organs for the nouveau-rich.” You waited for another one, grimacing. “Drug mule; except she was cut up countless times, screaming every time they carved out her innards.” Shinsou could only imagine it but already, he felt sickened. “My sister?” You hesitated at that one. “She was given to the church, probably from some pedophilic fetish— didn’t help that she was crucified and burnt alive as a whore.”

Both pro-heroes wanted for you to lie; otherwise, the consequences of those well-known officials and the longevity of their career meant there had been countless victims over numerous years. It means that countless people had been involved in hiding these atrocities.

You shifted from the computer to walk directly to the brain-washing hero. You turned your emotions to cold steel, willed your sentimentality to die. Right, because it was oh-so-easy. If it had been, you wouldn’t be on this vendetta for revenge. You would’ve been gone to live the life you wanted.

“I will hand this thumb drive to you if you, Shinsou, promise to bring these people to justice.” You gestured to the rolling head beside you. “The organization will be in disarray but what’s left of it, they probably don’t deserve to die. Just rot the rest of their lives in jail.”

Todoroki regarded you suspicion. “How do we know you’re telling the truth?”

You clapped your hands in a mocking gesture. “I’ve left you not only the names but times, dates, locations, names, and potential future victims. You should be able to work off of that.” How you got that information? Well, it certainly wasn’t through official channels otherwise it would’ve been covered up.

Shinsou was reluctant to let the conversation end. “Why didn’t you just run then?”

You gave a weary sigh. “It’s not like I could’ve continued this forever. How many more bodies would I need to kill? How much longer before a so-called pro-hero ‘arrests’ me? If it's not you, it’ll be a hit on my head. I’ll die without bringing this to light.”

They couldn’t deny it. But you... you gestured to them. “But I’ve heard of you two. You and Deku, you won't abide seeing the system like this.”

You looked world-weary, bone-tired to all the killing you had done. You looked like you had given up. So Shinsou tried to consider a way you could be saved— a way that was right as a pro-hero.

But none of you had time, not as a gunshot rang loud and clear in the room and you lurched, looking down at yourself.

You were bleeding. You were bleeding heavily as you fell forward. Todoroki swore, leaping forward to disarm the weapon as one of the police officers look triumphant.

“What have you done?” Shinsou looked near venomously at the police officer, kneeling forward to catch you.

“No!” You coughed blood up, holding Shinsou back. “It’s not safe for you.” You could feel the taut wire of control fading, your life ebbing with the flow of blood. Your quirk was reacting badly, you weren’t sure if you could keep it in check.

So you kneeled on the floor, your body crumpling. Shinsou looked agonized above you— but you gave him a lackluster smile. You reached out your hand… and looked for no comfort. “You look like you’re gonna cry. I don’t deserve it.” You tossed the thumb drive to him.

Todoroki lay a hand on Shinsou’s shoulder. “We have to call the ambulance… but I’m not sure she’ll make it.” Shinsou wondered how he could’ve ended this differently. Could he have helped you? What if you had come to him? But none of that would’ve changed how this ended. You had been on a lonely path to vigilante justice.

The fiery streak of pain and bullets was nothing new to you. Neither was bleeding. You know what was new? Seeing someone who actually cared that you were dying.

Paramedics pushed past Shinsou to take Marionette in, others cordoning off the scene with the decapitated body. Tokoyami flew in, having heard everything from outside.

“Shinsou, take a look at the computer.” Everything was well and truly deleted from it, the bios flashing with erased data. Some kind of virus program? Meticulous planning.

Someone brushed by him to examine your wounds… Shinsou’s eyes flickered over to the paramedic.

“Todoroki, can you run this to Yaoyorozu? Make sure I get a copy and to pass one to Aizawa. I want the originals before this moves up to the police and higher-ups.”

“Understood.” They both understood how.. ‘sensitive’ this was. “I’ll protect this on my life.”

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You woke up, groggily moving and wincing as pain shot through your stomach. You gently laid a hand on the gunshot wound, expecting to see red— but came away to see neat bandages on yourself. Surprising, she’s not usually so thorough.

“I didn’t expect such loving care.” You turned to your friend, expecting to see the informant from the coffee shop. But instead, you saw a purple, messy-haired and raccoon-eyed hero.

One who was smirking at you like you were an idiot.

“What the fuck.” It was the first of your plans that had gone so awry, the brain-washing pro-hero was sitting there as if he was a figment of your imagination. Maybe he was. Maybe your drug-addled brain was hallucinating. So you turned away, scrubbing your face with your hands.

“I’m not disappearing,” Shinsou said helpfully—giving credence that your hallucinations were extremely vivid—never mind that fact you’ve never had any before.

You took a deep, deep breath. “Humor me. How did you find out that I was alive? And if you knew, why aren’t I in jail?”

Shinsou gestured to the medical equipment hooked up to you. “We have mutual friends, for once, in our line of work.” You… didn’t expect that. Your cohort at the coffee shop had promised you an escape route—albeit risky—and you didn’t think to check on the connection. “Turns out you’re not the only one who’s had the idea to fake their death. But it usually needs very specific quirks and connections so here we are.”

You looked down at your bandaged and nearly naked form, sighing. “It was that or just dying on the way here. I didn’t expect to get shot.”

Shinsou scoffed at that. “What did you expect then?”

“I thought Todoroki might try to kill me. Either that, I could try to poison myself. “You threw out suggestions as conversationally as one might discuss the weather. “The better question is, why did you let me live? If you knew what I was up to?”

Shinsou leaned back in his chair, giving you an assessing look. “Your information, as far as we can tell, has panned out to close multiple cases.” So Shinsou knew you hadn’t lied about what you’d told him. About anything you told him. “So I’ve made a case to the Eraser Hero that you be kept alive to supply the police with information.”

You … absorbed that knowledge. “So you want me to be a confidential informant.” You closed your eyes wearily. “From one organization to another, I’m going to be used like a scapegoat.” You were changing hands from the Russian government to Japan’s government and used like their dirty little patsy. “I thought you would be different, pro-hero.”

Shinsou shoved himself to his feet, growling in frustration. “I’m not that much of a fucking low-life—don’t accuse me of that bullshit.” You may have shrunk back a little bit; this was the first time you had to see him angry at you. Honestly, you thought you would never see him again. You’d never face the moment of truth because you’d either be long-dead or long-gone. Here he was with all your secrets laid bare—and he was going to use you like the rest of them.

“You’re under the direct protection and surveillance of me and Eraser Head—we are the heroes who are holding you accountable. We give you the orders; not some fucking government organization.” Shinsou pointed to himself, scowling because of your accusations. You.. were reeling. Because how could he have worked that out?

“I can’t believe that. There’s no possible way you could have that authority. At best, I’ve got life in jail.” You knew how this worked. “At worst? I’m more than dead from Russia. I’ll be lucky if they kill me first.” You had already killed too many… You regretted the innocent you killed. You regretted the path you used to climb to the top. But after that? You could justify every sordid thing you did to get to Japan and to get the culprits responsible. “I know this can’t be true.”

Shinsou could finally get the upper hand here. “And this is where you’re wrong. Aside from a few of us pro-heroes, you’re dead to the world.” He flung down the newspaper at your bed, you shakily took ahold of the articles. You could see the gallant statements of heroes, Shoto and Tsukuyomi having taken down the international villain, Marionette. You were pronounced dead at the scene—inconspicuous pictures of your supposed corpse with no discerning features.

He could see your confusion. “Aizawa and I are handling the rest. You’re getting a different identity; hopefully you like the name Y/N because I’m not even sure that’s your real name.” Shinsou was mildly, oh-so-very-fucking irritated that he didn’t even know your real name. He couldn’t even find this one simple fact about you.

You… couldn’t believe it. If what Shinsou was saying was true…. It was too good to be true. You could finally be free. Whatever they’d want of you, it couldn’t be as bad as the others. You felt warm emotions claw up, the composure you held for so many years crumbling at this possibility ahead of you.

Shinsou sat at the edge of your bed, watching you. Evaluating and gauging you. You were a trained and murderous assassin—but he could see that you fought for good. That you hadn’t lost your humanity. “Y/N… if that’s your name. Listen to me.” He held a hand to your cheek, gently. “We’re going to arrest everyone who’s been involved in this. And when we do, I want you to find peace.” He had been there. The desire for revenge, the desire to shout to the world that they were wrong—it was all-consuming and would burn the entirety of your soul.

“Shinsou…. I’m so tired. So tired.” You finally sobbed out. “I don’t want to kill anyone anymore. I don’t want to lose what’s left of me— Was it just too much to ask for a simple life where I can be happy?” You cried, probably disgustingly into your hands.

“A life of cat cafes and being a barista?” Shinsou ventured to ask. If anything, the words made you cry even harder. You tried to nod between all the hiccupping breaths and tears. You tried to stop, you tried to breathe—but it was so hard. Even as you tried to believe him, the fear that all of this was fake, that this would all be taken away like some cruel dream had you almost hyperventilating.

“Please tell me if this is a lie. If you’re going to send..” You tried to breathe, still losing more oxygen than you were taking in. “… Me to jail, just don’t torture me.” You beseeched him, imploring with your eyes—it was too cruel.

Shinsou could see how desperate you were; a hint of the lost little girl you must’ve been at one point. The girl who probably never had a chance of a childhood, of meeting friends, of growing up and falling love. How did it feel to have that all taken away from you with no choice?

Despite all his logic and rationale screaming at him that this could be the worst decision, that he would be yet another naïve hero you so disdainfully scolded—Shinsou leaned forward to kiss you, to give you the oxygen you deprived yourself of.

You were too shocked to cry more. Shinsou took that chance to give you his own breath, stealing what was left of your panic and just kissing the life out of you. If you thought he was hungry before, Shinsou was stealing what was left of your soul. He eventually lifted his mouth from yours, whispering gently. “If you promise you want to be good, Y/N, that you won’t kill anyone—that if I can believe you, I’ll do my best to save you.”

You gave a watery smile. “I want to be. I want to be someone that can atone for everything I’ve done.”

Shinsou brushed your hair back from your face, mindful of your injuries. “Just atone? Don’t you want a chance to try to be happy?” You… looked up at him.

“Do I deserve to try?” You dared to ask. You dared to even try hope.

“I think you do.” Shinsou murmured.

You hesitantly laced your fingers with his, hoping he wouldn’t pull away. Not that you could blame him if he hated you. “What if I told you… that you made me happy?” You were a little scared to meet his eyes, your gaze flitting nervously between his limp hand and his unreadable expression.

“I would tell you, I’ve never tried dating an assassin but I’d make an exception for you.” Shinsou laced his fingers firmly with yours and gave you another stolen, chaste kiss.

“But you definitely need to heal up before we talk about anything else.”

#bnha #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero #fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #bnha smut #boku no hero academia #boku no academia #bnhasmut #smut #angst #bnhabookclub

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flickityfics · 3 years

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Ch.10 A Day Without Zuko

a/n:Warning: smut

Hi, Gaang! The construction is going to take another six months but it's coming along nicely. I've met a lot of people and they're all use to me being around, they've helped me as well so it's been great knowing everyone and being a regular here. I learned things down here doing laundry, cooking and I'm always doing my training of course, gotta stay sharp you know! Katara, I'll never underestimate women ever again. I've seen first hand how hard it is for girls to be taken seriously or respected, its brutal and outrageous. Let me know how you guys are doing by the way, its taking a long time to see you guys again and I wish I could be over there helping you but as long as I know you guys are okay, I don't mind staying longer to help out over here so just take care of yourselves .

-Sokka

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Suki its so hard being a girl. So many creepy guys hit on you or don't think you can do a job on your own, its annoying. Then they're the girls who starts fight with each other or looking at you with disgust and pure hate, you just can't win with anyone when I'm just trying to mind my own business here. Anyways I'm working different jobs here, still searching on how to turn back when I can, mostly stuck at the library with no answers and just crossing things off that don't make sense with my situation. I'll probably have to look into some spirits like you mentioned before. Oh and what could really help me is if you can tell me different parts of my body and what it does? Maybe even draw me a diagram as a reference please and thank you, so sorry for this uncomfortable favor. I'll keep my head up and keep trying to work this out. Hope you're doing fine on your side, write me whenever you have the time, take care.

-Sokka

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Sokka mailed off the letters deciding to use his free time before work to put up the posters he made earlier of Appa around Ba Sing Se. He just wanted to do his part in helping out the gaang however he could. It took about twenty-five minutes to get all the posters everywhere before taking a snack break. After a small meal he headed to his new job.

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Sokka came into the Jasmine Dragon exhausted and ready to vent at Zuko but caught Iroh instead by himself in the kitchens.

"Hey uncle, where's Lee?" he asked curiously looking for the scarred teen.

"Ah, my nephew went on an errand getting new tea sets and tea." Iroh expertly lied.

Sokka couldn't help being suspicious since it was late to be getting stuff at this hour but he also didn't know how businesses do there whole delivery system so he'd just question Zuko later and see if their story matches up.

"Guess I'll just have to settle with talking your ear off old man." He grinned to the elder.

Iroh grinned back, "Well you know this old man is a big talker so go right ahead." He waited curiously knowing the young girls story will be interesting from the conversations he's overheard from her and his nephew.

"I just can't seem to find a job that I enjoy or liked to stick with. This is already my seventh job and I want a new one already but I'm limited to jobs because of stupid men not thinking I'm capable or not deeming the workplace fit for women. On the other hand I can't be too picky either because I have living expenses and don't want to come off as unreliable from switching jobs so much, I'd like to find my calling and enjoy a job I'm passionate about. I have skills but they can't be utilized because dumb men don't want to hear opinions from women. I know how to fish, somewhat fight, I'm good at planning, being a strategist, fast learner, strong, learning how to take charge and great with organizing and planning. I've just got all these good ideas and things to invent but no one wants to hear me out or to take me seriously." Sokka was frustrated with these types of problems, he realizes what a complete jerk he's been himself towards his sister and other girls but he's definitely gonna try being a better person seeing all the efforts they put in but don't get the same efforts back.

"What do you think uncle? Am I asking for too much?" He asked.

Iroh stroked his beard, "Let me get us some tea." He then left the young girls side to prepare the tea he had in mind.

Sokka could only lift his brow at the old man, watching impatiently as he took his sweet old time with the tea.

"Now it's not bad trying out different things to find what you're good or passionate about but I do see where it'll be difficult since most people are set in their ways and not wanting change. You are young and strong-willed, I believe you have the courage and strength within to make these changes possible no matter how slow the progress may be so long as you do not give up." Iroh really believed in his words about Miyuki, she was quite stubborn and willing to tell people off for any injustice she felt towards herself or others. It's why he's liked her so much near his nephew.

Sokka really thought about the uncle's wise words, it seemed so simple hearing it out like that. All it takes is small steps and he knew he wasn't one to give up....well, maybe only when things are really looking bad. In all honesty Sokka was sure he could keep up and handle being a girl a bit longer even though he'd really like his body back but he's gotta do what he can to live comfortably as is for now. It may not to be as freely as when he was a boy but he could handle putting some rude men and or women in there places if need be.

"Thanks for the pep talk geezer, that actually helps clear my mind, guess I just needed someone's perspective on stuff." He was happy talking with Zuko's uncle, it really helped him get things off his chest and feel heard. Normally these would be talks with Zuko but the jerk bender just had to be off on an errand.

"I'm gonna take off now, can you let Lee know I stopped by?" He asked.

"I'll let him know. I'm glad you drag him along places, thank you." Iroh was really grateful towards Miyuki always taking his nephew out, she brings more life into him he noticed.

Sokka waved off the old man as he left the tea shop. The sun was down and already the streets were lit. It was a nice, calming walk with the light buzz of late night activities. He really did enjoy the weather here in Ba Sing Se instead of being in layers, he had loose pants with a dark green tunic. As he kept walking he noticed off to the side a wanted poster that caught his eye, he walked over seeing a vaguely familiar mask but not really remembering, scanning the words he mumbled to himself, "Blue Spirit wanted blah blah may be a ghost? uh..Kidnapped Avatar, hmmm... feels like something I should know." The poster piqued his interest for a short while before he shrugged it off as no importance to him and went his merry way towards the inn.

Back at the inn Sokka felt like a nice hot bath would be perfect to relax at the end of the day. He went straight for the bathroom as he got back in his room, did some cleaning around the room as he waited for the tub to fill. He still felt awkward with his body but today he felt sure to do some more exploring.

The warmth of the water relaxed him to the bones, it felt like such bliss to feel the nice heat incase his whole body. He splashed around a bit making ripples in the water. This was the first time he took a bath with his eyes opened, he tried to avoid washing for two to three days and when he did it was only a quick rub down and rinse with eyes closed the entire time. But now? Now he watched himself as he slowly moved his hands on his new girlish thighs, he could feel hairs along the way, they were actually quite long, he knew Katara and Suki kept they're legs smooth but not how and now there's another embarrassing question to ask Suki later.

He tried again groping his chest just going for it, squeezing and moving them in all directions, it didn't really feel much to him still. He just kinda bounced them but couldn't feel anything sexual, he was sure if he had a girl in front of him and not his own body that it would be more exciting. Going a bit more down, he played with his soft little plump of a stomach, he definitely missed his flat stomach that he was working so hard on for nice abs. Eyes scanning further, he thought his feet were kinda cute not to say he checked out feet but he totally lucked out in cute feet as a girl.

--Warning: smut--

Now for the part he was anxious to explore more thoroughly. With a deep breath he ran his hand down feeling the dark course hairs covering his newly made vagina. He split the wet hairs just twirling them and rubbing between his fingers just curious at how they felt and looked. They felt much the same as his so no difference there...well besides the obvious missing usual protrusion. It was kind of fun playing with it and sorta felt good to. Closing his eyes he slipped a finger in his folds noticing it wasn't as wet as the other times he felt awkwardly aroused as Suki embarrassingly explained through letters. Sokka rubbed at the nub he felt and added pressure realizing the pleasure it caused, he pressed down harder rubbing slow circles. As he rubbed himself he could feel his wetness making the pleasure easier. After feeling the fun sensation for a bit he then lowered his fingers again feeling a dip into a small hole, it felt tight but once he tried to dip his finger in he flinched from the dry pain he felt. "Okay, that definitely didn't feel nice." It was actually quite scary he thought, he waited til his body relaxed once again before foregoing that area and sticking with the pleasure he got from the small bud up top. He didn't think of much besides building the pressure towards this nice pleasure he felt, it was like a nice slow yet intense build up to an amazing uncontained burst. He couldn't stop himself from speeding up his fingers and thrusting his hips slightly to catch that release, his fingers were aching with the pleasure that was sure to come. It felt completely different from his own body but totally awesome still. His hand was cramping, he could hear the splashes in the water but all he cared about was that sweet peak and nothing else, he was so close, so close.

"Ah, ah right there. " Sokka let out his moans as he felt his hips shake and hand move faster finally falling into an amazing orgasm. He had to catch his breath and remove his hand gently now feeling the unpleasant cramping. "Oh that was different but so so amazing." He tilted his head back enjoying how relaxed he felt and finishing up in the bath. He emptied the tub and rinsed once more getting out on slightly shaky legs.

--End smut--

He was back in his room relaxed and feeling good. He did feel kinda weird about the whole self pleasure with the new body of his but it was great once trying it. Before heading to bed, he did some light combinations of kicks and arm movements along with some breathing techniques he's learned form Zuko. He started doing them every night and morning as Zuko suggested, 'dang, that violent jerk is actually giving him good habits to learn from.' he realized. Everytime he tried to repeat how dangerous and horrible Zuko is it just gets overruled by the Zuko he's been getting to know now. And that's how the tanned teen slept, with thoughts overflowing with prince Zuko.

#zukka #atla #zuko x sokka #boylove #smut #rating: mature

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mistymazzello · 4 years

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Cruel Summer | part ii

high school!joe mazzello x reader

summary- they used to be best friends, but now that y/n has a boyfriend (that everyone hates), joe and y/n can’t seem to come to terms with their feelings, but it’s no secret to anyone how they truly feel.

warnings- cussing and fighting. AGAIN. lmfao.

word count- 2.7k

based off of cruel summer by taylor swift

No one knew how Rami’s house became the regular place to hang out at, but it happened. Maybe it’s because Rami’s house is the biggest, or his retired parents are always on vacation, or because he has a huge kitchen and it's easier to force Gwilym to cook everyone food when there’s a nice kitchen to work with. Either way, everyone loved it.

So there you all sat, Ben laying on Rami’s bed next to Gwil, Lucy sitting on the floor at the bottom of the bed with Rami’s head in her lap, Joe sprawled out in the middle of the floor and you in the chair at Rami’s desk.

Everyone seemed content. And you loved it.

“So are we going on a senior trip or not?” Ben asked.

“Ben nobody has the money for that. Not even you.” Joe said, not looking up from his phone.

“But it’d be so fun!” He pleaded.

“Benjamin I have $16 to my name” Joe stated.

Their banter continued until your phone rang. It was plugged into a charger next to Joe’s head, and he ignored the ringtone blasting in his ear.

“Joe.” you said. No response.

“Joe. Can you hand me my phone?”

He turned his head towards you and smirked. “Hmmm.” he pretended to think “when’s the last time you did something nice for me?”

“Oh my god” you groaned.

He grabbed your phone from the charger and involuntarily saw who was calling you. It was Carter. He looked at the phone, then at you, then back at the phone.

“Who would’ve guessed it. We can’t seem to get away from him, huh.” He handed you the phone.

Too much time had passed and the phone stopped ringing just as it touched your hand. Your finger hovered over the “call back” button, but you stopped yourself. You were with your friends.

Carter could wait. You set your phone on the desk and quickly looked at Joe, who was looking at you with a look that was soaked in jealousy. But you couldn’t tell that. You thought he just looked a little upset.

You zoned out for a minute as you studied the way Joe looked. He stared down at his phone, his ears a bit red and his eyebrows still knit together. He looked sad. Or embarrassed. Or annoyed. You couldn’t tell.

Your phone began to ring again. You looked at it, and thought for a few moments. Everyone watched you as you reached over and turned your phone off. You turned back to them and all eyes were on you.

“You’re not gonna answer?” Rami asked.

“No. He can wait.”

“Wow!” Joe shouted, once again drawing attention to himself. “That’s a first!”

You rolled your eyes and looked down at your phone. Carter had texted you 11 times.

Where are you, baby?

I literally told you I was gonna call you tonight. Pick up.

Who the fuck are you with?

I hope you’re not with Ben right now.

Pick up the fucking phone.

God, I can’t believe you.

First, you lie to me about being around Ben. Now you don’t even bother lying anymore.

Have fun with your new boyfriend, Y/N.

I don’t understand why you treat me this way.

Oh so you are with Ben. I see your car at Rami’s.

You’re gonna fucking regret this.

Your face grew red as you quickly read through the texts. Fear flashed through you while reading the last one. That’s when you heard pounding on the front door.

“What the fuck?” Rami laughed. “It’s 12:30, who the fuck is here?”

You wanted to speak up, you knew exactly who it was. Rami stood up and walked out of the room, you’re heartbeat increasing every second.

Rami opened the door and saw Carter, who looked unusually mad for someone who is mad all of the time.

“...Hey?” Rami said.

“Is Y/N here?” Carter asked, stepping past Rami and coming into the house.

“Come on in.” Rami said sarcastically under his breath as Carter walked past him.

“Look, dude, I see her car in her driveway. I know she’s here. She just isn’t answering my calls and I’m worried about her. Where is she?” he said, putting on his best act.

You walked down the steps and saw Carter standing in Rami’s living room.

“Carter, why are you here?” You asked, reaching the bottom of the stairs.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Carter shouted.

“What?”

“I called you and I texted you and I knew you were here with your fucking side piece Ben!”

“Woah, ok, calm down” You pleaded.

Upstairs in Rami’s room, Lucy had already fled out the doorway and down the steps, wanting to see why there was yelling.

Ben heard his name and heard Carter’s voice and he sighed, standing up and walked down the steps. He came down stairs and Carter saw him.

“Oh, well there he fucking is!” Carter taunted.

“Carter, stop” You said sternly. Now you were embarrassed. “You’re acting crazy. Ben’s my friend and I’m allowed to be around him.”

“Yeah, dude, there’s nothing going on between me and her. I literally just drove her to school. Do you know how fucking insane you sound right now?”

“I have the right to get upset if my girlfriend is lying to me!”

Joe sat still on the floor of Rami’s room after everyone else had gone downstairs. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and shook his head to himself. It hurt him so badly to see you like this. He hated the way you were treated and he hated seeing you so drained all of the time. You weren’t you anymore. And it pissed him off. You keep inconveniencing everyone around you and you didn’t give a fuck. But when he heard Carter yell at you, it made him mad. It made him so mad that you would put yourself through this. That you would put everyone else through this.

He didn’t plan on going down stairs, because he didn’t want to help you. But when he heard your voice start to shake and he heard Carter call you a slut, he couldn’t help himself.

“You don’t fucking own her, Carter.” he said as he stepped into the living room.

Everyone stopped, and you turned around and looked at him.

“Joe, stop.” You said.

“No, Y/N, you stop.” He walked over to you.

“You don’t know shit about this situation, Joe.” Carter said.

“I know enough to understand that you’re a piece of fucking shit.” Joe spat. “You don’t own her.” He repeated.

“Hey, fuck off.” Carter said, pushing past you and walking up to Joe.

“You treat her like shit, Carter. You don’t care about her and you never have. You’re ruining her and you know it.” Joe said in Carter's face.

“Joe, stop it.” You said.

“No. How are you so blind, Y/N? You’re a great fucking person. Like the best” His voice began to break and tears welled in his eyes. He hit his breaking point. “You’re ruining yourself for someone like him.” He gestured to Carter.

Carter laughed at Joe. “Well if she is ‘such a great person’” he mocked, “then she wouldn’t be such a bitch to me and be so sneaky all of the time.”

“Listen to yourself right now, Carter, you’re calling her a bitch while you’re pissed off about something that’s not even happening. You’re insane. Get some fucking help.”

Carter pushed Joe’s shoulders and Joe immediately pushed him back. Ben grabbed Joe and pulled him back and you grabbed the back of Carter’s shirt and held onto it.

Carter turned around and slapped your hand off of him and held onto your arm, then pushed you away from him.

“Carter please.” You cried as he walked out of the house. When he slammed the front door, you put your hands over your eyes and began to cry.

Ben followed Carter outside and you heard more yelling, but you didn’t care.

You continued to sob until Gwil wrapped an arm around your shoulder, inviting you to cry to him.

You laid against his chest and cried as he kept a single arm around you. “You’re alright. Let it out” He said.

You pulled away and walked past him, not bothering to say thank you. Joe was still standing in the living room, his hand on his head as he said something to Rami. You grabbed his shoulder and turned him around to face you.

You crossed your arms over your chest and sniffed. “Do you really think that?” You asked softly, your voice still shaky. “You know, do you really think I’m blind, or whatever?”

He looked at you and took a breath in. “Yeah.” he nodded. “You were a different person before you started dating Carter.”

“So were you.” You said.

You haven't felt this guilty about something in a while. You apologized a million times to everyone, but they continued to tell you that it was ok.

“It’s not your fault.” Lucy said with her hands on your shoulders.

You didn’t care. If it wasn’t for you, this wouldn’t have happened. You wouldn’t have ruined all of your friends' nights. You all stayed in the living room, Rami turning on the tv to ease the tension, but everyone was still a little shaken up and uncomfortable. Eventually everyone started to trickle out one by one. You decided you probably weren’t wanted, so you stood up to leave.

Rami hugged you and picked you up off your feet, earning a small laugh from you. You noticed Joe was the only one left. You kinda felt like you owed him something for the way he defended you.

“Joe, um, do you need a ride home?” You asked.

He looked up from the TV, not fully registering what you said. Joe didn’t have a license, and he knew he’d have to walk a few blocks home if he didn’t say yes. And for a glimpse of a second, he wanted to. It was the same thing that came over him the night he texted you. He wanted to go with you.

“Um, yeah.” he said, confused by his own answer.

For a few glorious minutes, it was like old times again. You were laughing together as you drove and you could hardly remember why you ever started hating Joe. For the first time in a long time, you had your best friend back. You felt at home.

You pulled into his driveway and you both knew you had to talk about what happened earlier. Maybe it was the incredible feeling of having his best friend back for a few minutes that he wanted to cling onto, but neither of you quite knew why he asked you if you wanted to come inside.

“I think we just… need to talk.” He said.

“I don’t know, Joe, it’s 1 in the morning.”

“And?”

“Won’t your parents like… get mad?”

“Y/N. My parents love you. And me and you both know they’re definitely still awake right now.” Joe stated.

You looked at him with a tilted head and slowly began to unbuckle your seatbelt.

There is no possible way to explain the feeling of relief you got when you walked into the Mazzello’s household. The familiar, specific smell made you sigh and you noticed that all of the lights in the house were still on. You didn’t realize how much you had missed Joe’s house until now, and you didn’t want to let go of the feeling it gave you.

��Joe? Is that you?” You heard his mom call from the kitchen as you took your shoes off in the front hallway.

She walked to the doorway and her eyes lit up when she saw you. “Y/N? Sweetheart, Hi! How are you?”

She walked up to you and hugged you and you practically collapsed in her arms. Again, a feeling you didn’t know you missed until just now.

“I haven’t seen you in forever! What a pleasant surprise!” She said, her smile never leaving her face.

“Yeah, um, we’re just going up stairs.” Joe said.

“Ok!” She chirped, turning around, “Call me if you need anything!”

You walked up the steps, Joe following behind you. You walked into his room like you had a million times before and laid on his bed. He shut the door behind him and jumped onto the bed next to you.

“I missed your mom.” You said softly.

“I think it’s safe to say she missed you too.” He laughed a little.

It was silent for a moment as you laid side by side, facing each other.

“I missed you too.” He said.

“I’ve been here the whole time.” You said.

“I miss this you. The real you.”

“I’m sorry you had to fight with Carter. I didn’t mean to make a scene like that.” You said, breaking eye contact.

“It wasn’t your fault. Carter’s just a jerk.”

“No, he isn’t. He’s just possessive.” You said.

“No, Y/N, he treats you so badly.” Joe said.

You were silent, searching Joe’s eyes for how he felt. You couldn’t figure out what it was.

“Why’d we stop being like this? Like best friends? It feels so nice to act this way again.” You said after a few moments.

“Because you started acting differently. And it made me act differently. And I don’t like Carter and you do.” He said.

You sighed. “I never meant to act differently, Joe.”

He shook his head slightly. “I know.”

You were still for a moment, so quiet you could hear each other breathing and you could hear Joe’s parents laughing down stairs. Joe reached out and grabbed your hand, never breaking eye contact with you.

You squeezed his hand lightly and he did it back. You saw his eyes trail down from your eyes to your lips and then back up. You saw him slowly start to lean in, and you did nothing to stop it.

As slow as humanly possible, Joe connected his lips with yours, and for a few seconds, everything made sense. He kissed you slowly, never taking his hand away from yours. You felt okay for the first time in a long time.

But then you thought of Carter. Of how you had a boyfriend and how he had just called you a cheating slut and you denied it with everything in you. You felt like a hypocrite, you felt like you had become what you just swore you wouldn’t be. Realization slapped you across the face and you pulled away.

“Joe.” you groaned.

He looked at you knowingly, a hurt look in his eyes.

“Joe, I can’t.”

You pulled your hand away from his and sat up.

“Why not?” He sat up next to you.

“Because Joe!” You shouted “I have a boyfriend and you’re supposed to be my best friend!”

“You can’t be fucking serious, Y/N.” He said.

You stood up. “I am serious, Joe. I have a boyfriend and you know that.”

“Fine! If you want to stay with Carter then be my fucking guest! But just know I’m done fucking defending you!”

Everything was silent again as you looked at eachother. “I’m sorry I did that, Y/N. I don’t know what I thought.”

“Yeah me either.” You said. “Goodbye, Joe.”

He didn’t respond as you walked out of his room and practically ran down the steps.

You made it to the front door without crying, but your vision was beginning to cloud with tears.

“Y/N? Are you leaving?” Joe’s mom said as you opened the front door.

“Um… Yeah. It was nice seeing you again.” You said, not giving her a chance to respond before you shut the door behind you and ran to your car.

You began to cry as you turned the car on and pulled out of the driveway. You could still smell Joe’s cologne in your car and it wrenched your heart.

When you got home, you heard your phone buzzing but you didn’t care, you couldn’t care. You threw it on the ground and climbed into bed, desperately trying to contemplate the repressed feelings that had just come to surface.

All along you had denied it, and now, at the worst possible time, it hit you in the face.

You loved Joe.

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Hiwaga (Vampire! Jeongguk x Reader)

Part 2

Words: 11,2k

Genre: Soulmate AU, Reincarnation AU, Enemies to Lovers, Action, Romance, Smut, Flufffffff

Pairing: Vampire! Jeongguk x Reader

Warnings: More cursing, Nightmares

Summary: Life was good, playing out better than it has been ever before. My future was bright and full of promises and wishes coming to realization. All up until she showed up. She stormed though the front doors ruining everything along the way by her mere presence derailing my goals and purpose in life. A puny mortal, a child, a complete nuisance, and yet…The key to an unimaginable life, to the truth all along.

Author's note: Hiwaga – mystery; full of wonder Words in italics are dialogues or thoughts that Jeongguk reads from others. So I’ve done research with this fic, and used certain words that need explanation…given that there can be A LOT I’ve put a dictionary just below the fic if anyone is interested :3

Jeongguk’s POV:

‘’YOONGIIIIII-YAAAHHH!!!’’ comes the call not really disrupting others, but it does pull the gained momentum to a full stop, everyone now straightening up, eyes and heads turned towards the entrance. We all observe as the owner of that annoying voice comes in sight, dressed in none other than Yoongi hyungs favourite red hoodie that he mostly lounges around in.

‘’I’ve figure it out!’’ she continues on oblivious to the others stopping because of her. Our elder simply smiles and turns his attention completely onto her, as she offers up a thick book that at first glance leaves me wondering how she was able to pick it up. Frankly if you look at her you wouldn’t assume that she’d be able to lift much.

He simply hums in acknowledgement, eyes scanning the page his smile gradually fading. Namjoon appears at the doorframe a moment later, the girl not jumping or flinching at his sudden presence like most humans would normally react to. Wordlessly she accepts a notebook from him, her own eyes darting left and right a frown drawing itself across her features. Hmmm she’s kind of cute…

‘’What’s going on?’’ Taehyung asks frowning as he shifts the spear he’s using to train, between his hands. We’re all dressed the same, in black tank tops and grey sweatpants most of us barefoot too. We came to the fully equipped gym which we’ve transformed into an arena its purpose clear – practice martial arts and combat between another. Hyung had just started teaching us new techniques honestly surprising us all as he joined in from the beginning.

We don’t necessarily need the fitness or practice – nobody even broke a sweat in the last hour we’ve been training – but the impending tension that has settled after the ball two nights ago, doesn’t seem to loosen up so this is the best next thing to relieve some form of built up frustration. Even though neither Yoongi nor Jin hyung revealed anything yet, both of them are hiding their emotions back but everyone just knows that something is happening. Fighting is a temporary distraction.

Most vampires don’t actually need to fight or simply never learn how to because they rely solemnly on their powers or abilities. And half of us could lean onto using our powers, but Yoongi made sure we had a good solid base of self-defence before he had us train our abilities. For example, his power is scary and rare and doesn’t require of him to ever lift a finger whilst fighting. Others had to learn the hard way how to control their powers. That includes myself – mentality and people’s minds are tricky.

‘’Research.’’ Its Namjoon that replies handing over a regular pencil that he usually sticks behind his ear whenever he’s working on something in the library where he has been spending a lot of time lately again at. The human accepts it, and is quick to start and scribble something over a page. Being the only one left out of this round I approach them first, eyeing Yoongi for a moment further his eyes darting over to Namjoon.

‘’This is bothersome.’’ He comments offering the book to Namjoon who accepts it nodding silently. The girl curses out of the blue, the swear words that spill from her mouth unfamiliar to my ear, and judging by other hyung’s faces they are stumped too. Some curses don’t even sound like words, but once she shuts up and looks at the platinum blonde elder, she looks beyond annoyed while he burst into chuckles shaking his head ‘’Yah, Y/N-ah there are kids here.’’ He teases back the occurrence and light-heartedness that he shows to her still unfamiliar. He must be the only one who understood whatever came from her mouth.

I spare a glance at Seokjin who is shaking his head, two fingers pressed against the inner of his eyes. Okay he understood her to, but to what degree I’m not sure.

‘’Aish.’’ She intakes a breath ready to smack Yoongi with the notebook but refrains from doing so, her eyes darting over to us. Maybe it’s just my imagination but I get a feeling as if they linger on me for a moment longer ‘’Not funny. They called me a child.’’ She ends up pouting and showing her notebook over to Yoongi. Glancing at Namjoon he’s awkwardly smiling, eyes averted down onto the thick book ‘’And other things I don’t need to translate.’’ Grumbling she adds looking upset as she glares at him unamused. Everyone offers soft chuckles in return finally relaxing more as they step closer.

Hyung’s arm rises wrapping around her shoulders reassuringly ‘’Well that was the plan was it not?’’

My eyes dart over to Tae and Jimin, exchanging looks between both of them in question and sort of answer at the revelation ‘’Yeh.’’ Her reply is curt arms crossed over while she turns her eyes towards Namjoon ‘’We’re close to figuring it out. Its trickier than I thought. Haven’t practiced Gaya in so long…Kaya…aish even my pronunciation is completely off.’’ She signs looking exasperated.

‘’Wait…’’ Hoseok starts tensing up taking barely half a step towards her in the uneven circle we’ve created ‘’Kaya as in the language? Karak? Like 5th century, dead long and forgotten language?!’’ he looks at them in complete disbelief mouth hanging ajar. He’s almost on his toes. I immediately look at the human, that nods fingers tapping against the page of her notebook impatiently or out of nerves.

‘’That one yes. Why? Do you know it???’’ her eyes sparkle for a moment, but hyung is quick to turn his head away and raise his hands in defeat.

‘’That’s way before my time.’’ he mumbles pouting. I watch as Y/N enthusiasm diminishes instantly. She sighs heavily looking at Yoongi who’s already staring back at her.

‘’Aigo.’’ She complains pouting ‘’It’s all on us then buddy.’’ She adds on offering Namjoon a soft smile. I can see her disappointment clearly in the way her shoulders lower sag. I narrow my eyes as I watch her, not really comprehending that there’s a chance that she actually knows a dead language. The name of it or the know how about it. She barely speaks proper Korean!!!!! And to know of a pre-Korean language makes zero logic!!!

‘’Uh huh. I’m sure we can handle it. Easy.’’ Namjoon replies trying to sound positive but, we all know he’s putting up a front for her sake ‘’I’ll head into the city right away. Go to my usual places to snoop around for any fragments. There should be at least something somewhere.’’ And with that, and a silent confirmation from Jin and Yoongi, he bids us goodbye’s and heads out disappearing quickly as he appeared before.

‘’What are you even translating? Did that douche-ling make another cryptic speech?’’ Jimin asks looking annoyed, tapping both fingers against the handles of his dual swords which are resting against the ground. Y/N instead of quickly replying looks over at Yoongi, who takes her notebook and closes it. Is she waiting for permission or is she actually being respectful for once?!?

‘’In the beginning yeah, he bounced with Karak but then switched to Latin mid-way.’’ Yoongi snorts smirking but there’s no amusement to his words ‘’Y/N-ah already translated his official scripts and the other speech, and the propositions he gave us.’’

‘’Lots of politics involved.’’ Jin confirms looking lost in thought, holding his head propped up with one hand, the other remaining crossed across his chest.

‘’There’s something else isn’t there.’’ I pick up on the lack of explanation staring straight at the human. Her lips go into a tight line eyes averting looking anywhere else, while she shifts her feet in line with her shoulders, stance defensive with her centre balanced. That much I can read out once her shoulders square up, and her leg muscles clench and unclench. Why is she wearing a hoodie and shorts again?!? Her bare legs look very nicely defined, I never noticed it.

‘’I wrote down notes of the conversation that Wangseja had with his advisor.’’ Everyone takes a double take at her disclosure clearly none of us expecting something like this of her. Maybe she isn’t a clueless bimbo after all.

‘’That still wouldn’t fully explain the usage of Karak.’’ Hoseok speaks up thoughtful ‘’Do you think them speaking out loud was deliberate or simply a foolish error?’’

He has a point there. It could be a trap, but Yoongi is quick to shake his head in denial arm now having shifted around Y/N, his hand placed on her hip ‘’I don’t think it’s either of those. It’s safe to assume for certain than none of you assumed that Y/N-ah here spoke more than 3 languages, let alone Karak in the mix right?’’ the other hyungs nod along eyeing her suspiciously, except for Jin that offers a smirk and Taehyung that seems to be revaluating his stance over her again ‘’Point made then.’’

That boulder in my stomach reappears again, as with prideful eyes Yoongi turns to look at her with a wider smile, while she shakes her head instead twirling the pen, he hasn’t confiscated from her. She’s shifting from one foot to another lulling side to side impatiently making him retreat his arm away.

This girl never seems to be able to stand still even for a second ‘’Yeah, yeah I’m more than meets the eye, bla, bla.’’ She shows her tongue at her supposedly life-term friend ‘’Never heard that one before.’’ she mocks, and slides the pen smoothly behind Hyung’s ear who doesn’t blink twice at her antics. Even more so as she reaches for his Geom that is sheathed on his left hip ‘’So instead of wracking our brains uselessly with the lack of information that we are stuck with, I would like to lay of some steam as well.’’ she draws out the double-edged sword, with poise, letting the handle go while she maintains the balance of it, flipping the sword around a single digit, capturing it successfully once it does a 360 turn.

She looks pleased upon capturing it, perking up and giving of an almost goofy smile. Oh no. Don’t tell me this is something else that she isn’t going to take seriously?

‘’You wanna play with us little mortal?’’ Jimin pips up looking enthusiastic and livelier all of the sudden. But he doesn’t slide forward and move closer to her like I know he would prefer to. It brings a smile to my face, the thought of him being so afraid of hyung that he doesn’t dare approach her in his presence all that much.

Looking at the girl, she’s preoccupied with hyung’s sword, trying to find the balance of it as she holds it by the handle horizontally keeping it steady. At his comment, she lets the sword fall but catches it before the tip can hit the ground.

‘’Jagi?’’ the nickname has everyone in the room freeze on spot. There are two reaction that she grants herself. Chuckles of amusement, that aren’t as quiet as the hyungs wants them to be – nobody in their sane mind would want to experience Yoongi’s wrath. Tae ends up ducking behind Hoseok as he’s the loudest, hence why the elders glare is instantaneous as he turns to glare at both giggling men.

Jin hyung straight up turns around hand covering his mouth, but his shoulders are shaking badly. Hoseok ends up grinning wider and starts too coo instead, teasing in between but mostly telling Y/N how adorable she is for some reason. Jimin settles for kneeling on the ground hands still holding into his own dual swords grin present over his features, eyes having disappeared from how much he finds this whole situation amusing.

I on the other hand hold back the bile that gathers in my stomach. Ew. Just no. Why? Seriously why. I cringe and listen to the way Yoongi is quick to defend her and not himself! He’s advocating for her, coming up with excuses as to why he is allowing her to use this nickname on him. Looking at her, she’s grinning widely clearly amused by the situation she has created.

I seriously feel sick to my stomach. It’s wrong it’s all just wrong. I seriously don’t like her. Just as I was starting to, I don’t anymore I really don’t. She’s way to cocky right now, acting as if she has hyung wrapped around her finger. He storms after our so called ‘dance line’ with the exception of me, as they start teasing the two louder and bolder. Unbothered she remains put just watching blurs go around, her eyes not able to pick up much on what’s going on as the chase begins.

If she wasn’t here – hyung would be chasing me too with the others. I let a few good comebacks die on my tongue knowing first-hand what it’s like to get silly punishment from Yoongi after badmouthing him or anyone else. Her mere presence right now is to put it in simple words; extinguishes my will to live. And yeah, I’ve been a vampire for almost 200 years but fuck does she weight me down. Is it because I can’t read her thoughts? I shift on my feet, dropping my arms from the crossed-up position I’ve had them. While my left hand reasts against my hip, I let my right rest over the handle of my own Geom. I’ve decided to build upon my skills with it, even though it’s not commonly used anymore, it’s still gives the thrill like no other.

That familiar itch raises in my throat slowly, prickling at it mostly. I think this type I haven’t felt since I’ve been freshly turned. But that was another story as my hunger for blood then was insatiable. When all I could think about was blood, and the constant pain that held me in its clutches. It’s starting to appear somewhat, but not necessarily for blood alone which is puzzling as to what’s happening to me.

‘’You look like you’re having fun.’’ I raise an eyebrow as I look down at her in surprise ‘’The whole brooding thing you’ve got going on right now, is a good strategy. I commend you on that dude.’’

‘’Strategy?’’ I ask bemused eyeing her carefully as she steps right next to me and turns to watch the chaos that’s still unfolding across us. Her approach is like – if you were sitting on the very edge of a couch, she’s the person that would sit right next to you. Can she get even more annoying than this?!

‘’Well yeah.’’ She starts and looks at me slightly losing the edge of confidence she has ‘’To avoid this mess that’s happening. Wasn’t that…’’ she trails off clearly doubting herself ‘’Never mind then.’’ she’s quick to look away, left hand reaching up to scratch at her cheek, but she keeps it there avoiding to look at me.

I can’t help but to smile at her behaviour. Is she blushing?!

Odd. Humans are weird. Narrowing my eyes as I continue watching her, I can’t help but to relax a bit. Her hair is a mess as always, falling over her shoulders, clearly uncombed or unattended. Not that she’s dirty, she smells fresh and like she bathed fairly recently that strawberry hint present underneath the artificial flavour of honey scented shampoo.

The hoodie is too big on her body as it’s too big for hyung himself but on her it easily reaches her mid tights. Having said that the branded shorts with white stripes at the side of her legs peek just from beneath the red hoodie. Otherwise her legs are exposed, and following the curves from her meaty thighs, down to her calves I can see she’s back at being restless her left foot tapping against the ground the rubber of her sneakers making faint noise against the wood of the ground.

Shouts raising has me turning up, ready to defend myself from blatantly staring at her or crudely said ogling her. To my rare luck Yoongi has both Jimin and Taehyung pinned down, clearly having fun as he fake scolds them. Hoseok has given up and is sitting on the ground, hands propping himself up as he’s leant backwards. Jin hasn’t even participated in whatever they have going on, and is sitting in the corner of the room, kneeling against the wall with his new pink coloured Samsung Z in his hands, typing furiously on it with a small smirk on his face.

‘’Hey do you know why did the scarecrow win an award?’’ Jin starts getting everyone’s attention eyes rising after he asks the question. He even glances towards us. And we all know what’s coming it’s clear as a single cloud on a clear sunny day ‘’Because he was outstanding in his field.’’

I roll my eyes instantly, biting onto my lower lip because it’s ridiculous. Jimin burst into laughter first, Hoseok and Tae groaning but ending up laughing more so because of Jimin that rolls away from Yoongi who has let go of both vampires and is staring at hyung with a scrunched-up expression.

‘’Seriously hyung?’’ he breathes shaking his head. But a smile is present.

I’m genuinely startled when Y/N places her hand on my shoulder, body trembling as she tries to keep her own giggles down, but is not having much success with it. I stare at her confused but slightly fascinated by the rosiness that covers her cheeks, and face. Her eyes crinkle as they shut, mouth twisted into a grin. Her hold on my shoulder is surprisingly firm, again in the back of my mind making me revaluate the estimate I put on her about her strength.

‘’You’re laughing at that?’’ I ask trying to sound unimpressed but fail at it completely as I smile all due to her own amusement, the joke not being that drop-dead-funny.

She shakes her head instead and let’s go of me taking a step to the side hand readjusting the hold on hyung’s Geom once more ‘’The delivery was A+.’’ she points out as she starts to calm down.

‘’Thank you, Y/N-ah! You see brats? Someone appreciates my jokes! It’s why from now on Y/N-ah is my favourite creature ever!!!’’ he shouts out acting bratty himself. Jimin and Tae are both on their feet making their way over to Jin, probably with the intention of convincing him that they are his favourite whatever.

‘’Gee thanks.’’ Y/N chuckles bringing my attention back to her ‘’Never been called someone’s favourite ‘creature’ but I’ll take it.’’ she ends up grinning happily as she turns to me, warmth still lingering on her cheeks. As well as over my shoulder where her hand was ‘’Anyways you wanna practice Sour boy?’’ I immediately frown at that nickname as does she scrunching up her nose adorably for a moment ‘’Sour creature?’’ she tries ending up chuckling to herself as she shift left and right, the calmness leaving her while her jumpiness coming back ‘’Can’t use Sour wolf those right are reserved obviously…’’ I tilt my head not having a clue what’s she’s referring to ‘’…sour…ah never mind.’’ Again, she’s shaking her head but isn’t hiding away. She twists the sword again putting her left foot forward balancing her centre first, hands and sword following suit ‘’So you wanna try going against me?’’

It’s a dare.

I want to burst into laughter already imagining 3 moves alone to disarm her in a blink of her eye. But hyung’s words in my head stop me from over reacting at the preposterous challenge that’s right in front of me.

Humour her Jeongguk-ah. It will do good for your patience.

Taking a hold of my own blade, I spare a glance over towards Yoongi first noticing that everyone is watching us. They are going to be entertained I’ll make sure I will…

In a blink of an eye and my own, as my reflexes are enhanced mind you – I find myself dumbfounded, as her sword flashes due to the light and clashes against my own, knocking it sideways proving that my hold on it wasn’t as tight as it should have been.

As I look down at her burning but non-glowing human eyes, she’s glaring at me with some sort of fire in her irises. Her hand is back on me, firmly holding onto the inside of my forearm, while her blade is angled in a seemingly awkward position right arm positioned over her left body twisted to the side. But the most important part is; the tip of her sword is located right under my chin. The body of the Geom is strategically positioned in a way that would block any stronger and direct attack from myself.

The cheers burst out of the blue interrupting the silence that happened due to her unexpected actions.

My tongue darts to my cheek as I snort and tilt my head narrowing my eyes at her, as she ends up smiling but look serious doing so. She ends up pulling her hand and sword back, rising it up in triumph.

‘’Lesson number one; always be ready for the unexpected.’’ Jin speaks up oddly enough giving me a more serious look.

I don’t even bother looking towards others, and focus on the girl before me that’s literally skipping on her spot 2 steps away from me. She wiggles her eyebrows at me, sword getting placed to rest against her shoulder angled at an around 80 degree ‘’Lesson 1000-something-something never lose focus.’’ She imitates Yoongi’s pattern of speech clearly making fun of him making me know that he trained her as well. Her head turns to the right to give him a look.

I twirl my Geom keeping in mind that even though I’m about to surprise her as she surprised me, I a voice screaming at me to keep my movements slow. It would be an easy defeat – like taking candy from a baby – if I use my regular speed and agility on her. She wouldn’t stand a chance.

As I raise my blade, she instantly blocks it spinning with elegance at the perfect time. While I’m holding the leather wrapped handle with both hands, she only uses one and efficiently blocks me, her blade only briefly losing a hold twitching backwards and then coming to a still.

‘’To rough?’’ I tease, as she grabs for the long handle with her left hand the pressure against my blade turning prominent. Fuck. I didn’t expect in the slightest that she would be even able to push against me. But that’s maybe because I didn’t focus on taking a hold of my Geom in a proper way like I should have. I underestimated her.

She doesn’t reply initially, but offers a smirk jaw locked tight. To my astonishment she unpredictably steps back, and raises her Geom ready to strike down, which I block successfully intercepting her attacks from the get go. The fact remains that tips the balance contradictory to my own belief and those of my hyungs as with my brief lack of concentration, everything changes – words fill my mind – because she has managed from the get go to legitimately push me backwards. She has me moving, whole body getting in tune and reflexes to work as two close calls of the metal coming in contact with me have me focusing solemnly on her.

It isn’t until she’s out of breath that she jumps back like in the beginning, and simply breathes harshly through her nose. That’s the weakness of being a human. Getting tired. I know it’s not fair but I take my chance and charge forward, confident that I’ve got an easy win under my belt.

But as I move forward faster than I should I’ll admit her left hand reaches and gets in line with where my sword is pointed at. She’s reaching forward as if she is about to pick an apple, the action itself insane. That has me stopping right before the blade can touch, forcing my whole body to a halt. That’s when she strikes, finger wrapping onto the top of my blade against the blunt part of it.

It all happens so fast even for me, as she holds onto my weapon and just like the first time, she’s finds herself right up in my personal space, her blade finding a home under my chin it seems.

Her face is almost feral – that’s how I’d describe it the easiest. She’s showing her blunt teeth as she breathes fast heart absolutely pounding in her chest, as she glares at me the fire I saw before has turned into some sort of a blizzard, and hunger. The cheers that erupt of disbelief and glee get all muted - her blood is calling out to me. I can feel it vibrating in her veins, pumping steadily though her heart. It sounds like a forgotten lullaby her speeding but regulating steady heartbeat. It brings a taste of nostalgia forward.

The smile that stretches across her lips seems newly unique, only for my eyes – there’s of course that prominent sense of victory, happiness that’s prominent in her whole being still only inches away from me.

I’m left blinking in confusion, the hold of my blade being let go as someone pulls her backwards the cold blade that was located under my chin retreating as well as her warmth and now prominent smell of fruitiness, and something else that I can almost taste in the air – something that kind of remind me of the smell I remember that came from my own clothes when I was still a human.

‘’Ah our sweet Golden Maknae, it seems you have meet you’re match in at least one category!’’ Jin cheers throwing his arm over my shoulders, looking extremely gleeful as he starts poking my sides. I twist at his ministration but keep watching as Hoseok lifts Y/N up onto his shoulders, her hands free from weapons and desperate to hold onto something as she dangerously shifts and tries to balance herself on his shoulders. His oblivious jumping spree continues despite her cries of protests with Jimin standing behind the two ready to catch her as Taehyung dances along with the vampire that’s carrying her.

I can’t shake off the tingles that seem to entrap me in a sense, running over my skin prickling at my long stopped beating heart. I stare almost dumbly listening to the shouts and cheers from the human girl, that decided to act along with the boys’ antics easily following and mimicking them having the time of her life judging by the giant smile she has on, and adorable chuckles that raise. But the smile she gave me doesn’t resemble this one, one bit. The one I got was more – her.

‘’Good effort, Jeongguk-ah.’’ Yoongi speaks up appearing finally on my right, hand holding onto his Geom once more. Meeting his eyes, they seem soft the smirk he has not too promising for my dignity ‘’Of course you’ve managed to accomplish all the don’ts than do’s in what I’ve taught you, but it was a good lesson nonetheless.’’

Jin stars laughing immediately agreeing with Yoongi, the jokes and mockery following after.

I hate losing, I despise it with my whole being given that I’m not sure if I still have a soul. And even though irritation is brewing under my skin, I can’t find myself to feel real anger of any sorts. She threw me off too much to completely understand the feeling I’m experiencing, in regards of her.

Of course, I still don’t like her, why would I pfffff. This is only a reason more that I need to start and upstage her frankly speaking. I’m not jealous of her being in hyung’s good graces or anything childish like that but…I’m the golden maknae. I need to knock her down a peg or two.

I find myself watching her like a hawk, awaiting the anger and frustration to hit me…it doesn’t. And that’s concerning me slightly.

*A few days later*

I squint automatically at the spill and change of contrasting light that floods into the room. My eyes are quick to adapt but my brain forces me to react humanly. Rounding the corner, I’m met with a wide and open door that leads to the side of the mansion, into the gardens and towards the pathway that leads towards the garage. I sigh annoyed that someone is trying to start a prank war again. It’s a poor prank just leaving the doors open, but the sun that’s shinning inside is frankly bothersome enough to diminish my mood.

I was having a good match going on the whole night, winning every time of course setting new records. The peckish-ness appeared out of nowhere – I fed 2 days ago, there’s no reason why I’m feeling hungry again. I should be fine and yet, my throat itches uncomfortably enough so that I need to take plan B; Take a blood bag from the fridge to calm myself down.

I rarely do this, hating the cold and very artificial taste that the bag leaves on the blood. But the blood bags are there for this exact reason.

I stand at the entrance of the lavish kitchen and dining area on my right and place my hands onto my hips just contemplating my life choices as one does in the middle of the day – or night for some. Why does it have to be so sunny, why can’t it just keep raining. Of course, it has been a while since I’ve seen sunlight, but I sure as hell didn’t miss it that much. It’s absolutely glowing against the polished marble flooring, and reflecting all over the clean white kitchen.

There are bowls on the kitchen island, the presence of them making me listen in a focus for a moment if someone is close and trying to scare me. Silence. Strange. Approaching the kitchen island and avoiding the stray odd ray of sunlight that stretches across the room, thanks to a curtain being moved, I see pastry has been laid out on a wooden desk. Two banana’s lies on another chopping board still intact, while a gooey brown substance resides in a pot next to the pastry.

I’m so confused. What is this supposed to be?

Looking around for Jin hyung I’m left wondering if he’s back at experimenting with human food and trying to impress our annoying temporary human resident. Last time he baked 10 cakes, of different flavours, which the human did thank him over hundreds of times for, but barely made a dent in them. We had to throw them out after 4 days, with Jin hyung reasoning that it’s logical as they were going to go bad. Sounds like bullshit to me as in my time cakes were a delicacy to get often, but I feel as if they are more compact and longer lasting than 4 days but what do I know about human food. Eh.

Glancing towards outside keeping my eyes trained on the marble flooring I pick up on someone talking fast and thoughts of How lovely and kind, she is flooding my mind That girl has a knack for flowers, and it helps that she’s extra nice unlike most of Mr. Min’s friends I block out the gardeners thoughts as they continue wandering about Yoongi…yet again. Shaking my head to clear my mind, I take the chance squinting and frowning at the brightness even more prominent, my eyes trained to the outside watching as Y/N stumbles over her feet but recollects herself. She’s carrying a small bouquet of what seem like lavender coloured roses. I didn’t even know we grow those. The flowers don’t look that nice during the night I’ll admit that. But I know Jin hyung wanted multi coloured flowers, and I know there was a Boquete of blue roses placed on this very kitchen island some time ago.

I watch as the girl jumps exaggeratingly childish and cheerful onto the concrete ground of the mansions floor and short patio. Her bare feet make barely any noise, as she approaches.

‘’Oh, hey what are you doing up still?’’ she asks squinting but due to the contrast she must be experiencing. I’m surprise she spotted me outside. She kinda looks that sort of an adorable-ugly.

‘’You do know that we don’t sleep right?’’ I ask hesitant not sure if she knows this fact. I stare at her, ready to bolt to her aid as she stumbles again once she steps inside closing her eyes and taking 2 steps blindly ahead.

‘’I know that, I meant as in up now. Everyone is usually closed off at this time.’’ she’s quick to explain opening her eyes carefully, looking around still squinting the ugliness still there.

‘’I should be asking you why are you up instead. Aren’t you usually dead asleep by this time?’’ I turn the conversation around, watching as she reaches the counter and places the roses on it, turning back to the doors. I snort to myself at her choice of clothing being a white shirt with jean overalls that hang slightly lose on her.

‘’To be honest I drank one energy drink or two too much, so I’m wide awake.’’ She replies turning to look at me, expression relaxing into a normal one, eyes still blinking quickly a few more times glossiness present in them ‘’Do you mind the doors?’’ the question has my brows rising in question ‘’Is the light bothering you? I can close them, if it is.’’

Surprised I contemplate for a moment, preferring that she does close the door off but there’s something more to her unusual question ‘’I’m fine with them as they are.’’ I lie and sit myself on the second bar stool from the right corner of the kitchen island, making sure I’m keeping a safe distance from the pesky sun.

‘’Oh good.’’ she sighs in relief perking up ‘’To be honest I didn’t even know how much I’ve missed the sun.’’ the short explanation is happy as she practically skips over to the doors anyways.

‘’Hm I bet you do.’’ I mumble reaching out for one rose, seeing with the corner of my eye as she slips into a pair of slippers that she has left near the wall which I didn’t even notice were there.

‘’Do you?’’ looking up she doesn’t seem like she means anything ill with the question. I think she’s naïve enough to be genuinely curious.

I take a moment to think about it looking out at the brightness, while she goes to rummage around the cabinets ‘’I’m not sure.’’ I admit ‘’I miss sightseeing certain places in day-light. It’s just easier going at night, instead of putting a ton of cream to my skin, and having an umbrella along.’’ I ramble remembering the time when I visited Paris alone. I put a ton of sun cream on, and picked out a designer umbrella, but the curious looks and people randomly asking me to take pictures with them as they thought I was a model or something got tiresome really fast.

‘’Hmm, that would guarantee unwanted attention I’m sure.’’ Her comment has me turning to her again curious as it’s like she read right through my thoughts. She’s filling out a vase or just a tall ornate glass up with water, face portraying her concentration with the matter.

‘’So, whenever you aren’t hanging out with vampires are you usually acting as a regular human being then?’’ I ask interested in her answer and maybe to learn more about her. Even though hyungs have quickly grown to thrust her, I still have my reservations. She talks a lot like A LOT but she never really reveals to much exclusively about herself.

I get a snort in reply eyes meeting my own briefly with a slight glare and edge before she turns to the vase and flowers ‘’It differentiates.’’ She starts ‘’I used to have a job high up somewhat, so yeah, I’ve spent the last couple of years just working. Working, sleeping and eating.’’ I’m taken a back at the new information not having expected her to reply seriously ‘’Had to be on point and available 24/7. You know how greedy humans can get.’’ She sighs tiredly. I can’t argue with that statement so I simply offer a faint nod, watching as her fingers work delicately over the flower petals, rearranging them around neatly. She accepts the flower I was toying with, with a small smile ‘’So one day when I was going to a library to do some research for a project I was doing, I stumbled upon a revelation and just decided to quit.’’

Taking a step back she cheers up instantly ‘’Ta-da.’’ I observe her mirthfulness observing her as she steps over to the sink, letting the water on as she runs her hands under it ‘’So with that done, and wanting to avoid confrontation as any normal human being…’’ I roll my eyes at that knowing what lengths humans are willing to take to avoid confrontations ‘’…I hoped on a plane and, after 5 hours from landing I walked right through your front door.’’ She ends her explanation, whipping her hands with a kitchen cloth.

‘’Just like that huh? No attachments nothing?’’ she nods immediately as I tilt my head shifting after to rest it over my bent left arm ‘’Aren’t you humans known for unnecessarily attachments to people and objects?’’

She chuckles at my statement nodding and smirking amused, hands set in motion as she stirs the gooey substance in the small pot. Smells like chocolate but the melted kind ‘’You’re right about that for the most part and people. But I’ve been sort of a nomad my whole life. Never stayed in one place for too long.’’ She shrugs spreading the substance all over the pastry working meticulously and evening it all out ‘’Didn’t find a reason to settle down.’’

‘’Why thought? Did your parents move a lot so that’s why you can’t find a place you genuinely like?’’ having studied a bit of psychology I pick up on her not fully revealed and rounded answer. She’s generalizing herself a lot. Her movements don’t stop or pause in hesitation at my question.

‘’The second part is more correct in a sense. My parents eh they were what they were.’’ Again, she shrugs, placing the two bananas on the edge of the pastry ‘’I moved a lot with my partner actually. We went on adventures and whatnot, ready to marry and all that jazz.’’ I raise both eyebrows feeling perplexed not having expecting that from the likes of her. That sounds a lot harsher than I intended it to but…I would have never expected her to want to marry, or well be serious about it.

For some reason I can’t imagine her being paired up with any regular man or woman, specially not human for some reason. It feels wrong, feels like nobody ordinary like that can handle her.

‘’Tragedy?’’ I ask assuming the progression of her story.

‘’Yep!’’ she replies too cheerfully for the theme of the conversation, popping the ‘p’ childishly ‘’Wasn’t meant to be.’’ She offers a smile as she looks at me, not looking that particular sad. It must have taken her a long time to get over it thought, because her eyes aren’t matching the mask that she has put on. I can heart the almost pitter patter of her slightly speed up heart. And the shakiness to her hands isn’t missed.

‘’Most things aren’t.’’ I agree remembering my own human experience. I was meant to marry a girl from my village. Being a fisherman, third generation I was meant to uphold the family tradition, and have managed to snob the prettiest girl. But yeah. Not everything is destined to happen as you expect them to. Although looking back I know Na-yeon was wrong for me in all aspect. Even back then with my human set mind and precepting I was mostly doing it as it was expected of me, and not because I genuinely wanted it ‘’Also what are you even doing?’’ I find myself frowning as she starts to roll the whole thing together, bananas disappearing inside the roll.

She doesn’t even respond for a moment, and has stopped breathing. I’m about to stand up and help her out force her to breathe when she straightens up grinning widely again that triumphant expression I’ve seen before present.

‘’A HA!!!!’’ she cheers removing her hands away carefully looking extremely proud at the brown coloured roll that’s left on the tray ‘’I present to you, a perfectly made chocolate banana pudding roll!!’’ she presents’ hands pointing at it dramatically.

I glance at the severely unimpressed desert ‘’Judging by that crack right there, it isn’t as perfect as you claim it to be actually.’’

‘’What no!’’ she rushes leaning over it, bumping her hips into the stone counter. Curses raise, sounding way to rough for the image of a soft girl that she’s unintentionally portraying as of today. She preoccupies herself with inspecting the roll ending up frowning as she straightens up hands placed on the counter while she glares at the desert as if it has offended her.

‘’If it’s any consolation if I were still human, I’d eat it.’’ my words have her shoulders softening up as she shifts and eyes it some more. Her lower lips juts out slightly mouth forming into this sort of adorable hurt puppy pout.

But it only lasts a few seconds, lips quick to turn upwards onto a thankful smile ‘’Thanks.’’ Once her eyes meet my own, I get this odd warm sensation in my chest, seeing her brighten up thanks to my words and encouragement.

‘’Your welcome.’’

*A few days later, later*

‘’I don’t understand why I have to be the one to check on her.’’

A pause ‘’Probably because you’re the only one to dislike her the most. And the most probable to not make any advances.’’ At this I immediately fake throwing up, Taehyung chuckles following as on que ‘’See?’’ he points out smirking ‘’Namjoon hyung got almost punched when he accidentally told a pick-up line yesterday. She didn’t even register it, but Yoongi hyung just went off on him. Poor Namjoonie.’’ He tuts shaking his head finding hyungs predicament funny judging by the smirk he has on.

‘’As perceptive as she is, she can be so annoyingly dull.’’ I half snarl exasperated groaning to myself.

‘’That’s mean Jeonggukie.’’ He raises a complaint ‘’Don’t be so cocky. There’s always more than meets the eye. Even in regards of humans.’’

‘’Yeah, we’ve all seen that but…’’ looking at Taehyung that’s still walking besides me, arm brushing against my own mischievously now and then – he’s giving me this fond look as his eyes take me in. We start to slow our steps down, as we’ve reached the doors that led to the library.

‘’But?’’ he insists as I shrug stuffing my hands into the front pockets of the oversize black hoodie I have on.

‘’I just don’t like her.’’ I mumble, glancing towards the door lowering my tone.

‘’Yeah why is that?’’ glancing up I’m surprised at the way he narrows his eyes, and gets sort of serious, licking his lips quickly.

It’s easy to let the frustration rise up again, get a hold of me around my throat choking me up for a moment as I have to think what to tell him exactly. He’s smarter than he looks, always two steps in front of you, catching Yoongi and Jin hyung of guard even though the two of them have practically seen it all in all the years they’ve been alive. This isn’t said in vain when others warn against Taehyung. He’s as cunning as he is stunning.

‘’It’s the way she is! She just gets on my nerves you know.’’ I try lamely frowning gaze going to the doors ‘’The way she breathes is exaggerated, the way she talks, her voice is way to scratchy and of pitched, the lack of manners towards hyungs ugh…’’ If I was human, I’d shudder from anger but I simply close my eyes in frustration that part of her still irking me greatly ‘’…and the way she keeps on wearing hyungs clothes, and not sleeping enough. Does she even eat enough? What is that all about.’’

I end up glaring at Taehyung who nods once holding his serious demander but soon after ends up smirking widely eyes sparkling almost. He arches an eyebrow clearly having thought of something ‘’There’s also the fact that she almost beat your score in Overwatch.’’

‘’THAT TOO!!’’ I half exclaim throwing my hands in the air, then proceed to step up and don for a moment ‘’With my reflexes how is that possible?!’’ Taehyung just keeps nodding in understanding ‘’She’s a child that’s what she is! Doesn’t reach any level where we are, mentally and maturely.’’

‘’Pfff says the late bloomer himself.’’ I stop moving around and give hyung a challenging glare.

‘’I wasn’t that late. Just had extra on my plate in regards of my abilities.’’ I pout going into a similar pose as the beginning just standing closer to the doors.

‘’Aigo, Aigo, Golden maknae.’’ He tuts affectionately walking closer hand coming up to place it over my shoulder as he leans close to me ‘’You’ve got a fair point there yes, but don’t you think that we’ve had to accept you too in the beginning? That there weren’t any let’s say fractions of hesitance’s from our parts?’’

At this my nose scrunches up as I know it’s true, about their reservations when it came to me. My telepathy came at a disadvantage in the beginning, strength easily frightening even Hoseok hyung who is considered to be the best fighter in our clan.

‘’That’s it Jeonggukie. I see how your clogs are starting to turn. Do you see my point?’’

‘’She’s human hyung. There’s a difference.’’ At this he waves his hand straightening up.

‘’Meaning it’s in your favour if you really despise her that much. She’ll die judging by her bad lifestyle choices in a decade or two. Maybe three.’’ He shrugs attitude way to uncaring unlike our conversation a few days ago where he praised her and defended her loudly against Jimin who was upset at her yet another refusal. So, the switch has me second guessing him, and myself as…I didn’t even think about her dying.

It causes that boulder that hasn’t left my stomach to churn and twist, burning even at the thought of imagining seeing her lifeless body.

I don’t even notice that we’ve fallen silent until hyung speaks up again ‘’Anyways I’m gonna go find Jin hyung and maybe convince him to go to the city with me. I need new pair of shoes and a new collection is rumoured to be just on the verge of launching.’’ He wiggles his eyebrows patting my shoulder for a moment in consolation before he’s backing away, right hand stuck in the pocket of his pants whilst he gives me a finger gun with his left-hand winking a cold breeze of air whooshing past me, his eyes for a brief second turning icy blue ‘’Good luck, Bunny. And be nice to our human. They are fragile creatures after all.’’

I tilt my head in confusion staring at him ready to ask what he means by that but he disappears in a blink of an eye taking off leaving me alone. Even though I don’t exactly need air to breathe I do take it in and sigh, recollecting the confusion that are my emotions and have been for the past few days. Spinning on my heel I glance towards the double doors which are decorated with golden motifs, having been painted into white the wood barely peeking through unlike the inner side that displaying the many years the tree had before it was chopped down.

Pressing onto the handle of the left door I silently without making any sounds enter the big room from another perspective, the other entrance being in the ballroom whilst this one leads inside from a corridor that connects to the music room in the back of this huge house.

Nothing seems out of the usual as I take a look at the ground floor. Nothing moves either. I can hear her speed up heart and breathing, murmurs now and then cutting of the serenity. I walk over to the table that has been left since the “party” we’ve had. The name plates have been removed from its surface but it has been filled up by different books, and scrolls even. I glance over the few notebooks and stray papers here and there easily recognising Namjoon’s handwriting as well as Yoongi hyungs. The cracked screen of the iPad is mocking me as it lays unsafely on one corner of the table.

What has my immediate attention is a different looking notebook. I smirk in amusement as this handwriting is as of a child, words scribbled down in a fast pace, letters somewhere half formed or just distorted, even smudged. There’s an ink stain from a hand near the edge of the page, which I brush my own fingers over it. I can’t read through the text as it’s written in another language, and the choice of letters themselves are unusual. I don’t think I can even pronounce any word.

I’m not really here to offer my academic assistance as I barely speak any English myself, but it’s kind of nice to see that her character is clearly portrayed in the way she writes, and how she fills the page up irregularly. She’s as chaotic in real life and on paper.

Musing for a moment further spotting glasses and bottles of water on the other end of the lengthy table, I do glance upwards towards the second floor, hearing as a pen or something small as a pen clatters hitting the ground. By the lack of movement, I already figured she was asleep.

Silly human. Her life style is really un-well and extremely badly planned. Stepping around the table my intention on getting the girl and carrying her to her bedroom, gets postponed as my eyes shift onto a book, that for whatever reason has my feet stopping.

The gold of the cover is unusual between the rest of the books with used and dried up leather and yellowed pages. I pick it up, buried in between a stack of smaller scrolls and encyclopaedias actually. I frown at the title; it’s about mythology. Every kind actually.

What’s the most puzzling is that it’s written by hand. And the handwritings differentiate. Multiple people worked on this, and judging by the smell of the ink and paper things have been added or pulled out. Pictures are drawn here and there, and languages vary from all around the world from what I can judge by some symbols and added explanations in English.

There’s a myth about Thor, expanding at least 20 pages. Another myth about Pele a Hawaiian goddess covers well over 30 pages with many illustrations, and instructions from what I can assume for tattoos.

Shifting around I do recognize myths from the hand drawn images instead of their native titles. Nearing almost the end of the book, as I sniff at the pages and feeling like a complete idiot for a moment, I have to sit down as these are completely new pages added to this. Taking a look across the table, I find the A4 format pages placed near the corner just ahead of me, along with an old type-y looking pen with ink next to it.

Turning a page, I recognise the writing as being Jin hyungs which completely catches me of guard. Is this what they have been working on? Writing about myths?!

Don’t we have a coven war brewing?

Shuffling through the many written pages coming to the last one, I stare blankly for a moment the myth about Dangun which I know as it’s of Korean mythology. And as appropriate it is written in Korean.

What am I missing here? Why have they been working on this?! Why did other people work on this?! I pull the pages going slowly backwards, seeing stories actually unfolding. It’s not hard to connect the dots after a few pages, that these are from Yoongi hyung. But these are dating WAYYYY back in the millennia it feels like when hyung was as young as we are now it seems. But he was more mature definitely.

I frown at a half empty page where a sketch has been drawn into a half finished only the golden frame being finished. The sketch though - I can tell that linear lines are spears and, some even arrows that are sticking from what seems to be a pile of bodies on the floor? Only one figure is standing in the centre of the picture, with their back towards us armour robust and yet slim in a sense. I narrow my eyes at the handle of the soldier – the pommel is shaped like a pouncing lion.

Battle of Hwangsanbeol

That’s the title. I know about it from what hyung told me, but this is written much more in detail. The main explanation is from what humans are being told in schools, I remember it from college when I studied mechanics years ago. But the new ink underneath and Yoongi hyungs writing, is an indicator that this is where his story begins.

He didn’t take sides in particular, changing armours as he shifted from a Silla’s soldier into a soldier of the Tang army. The similarity is there with added commentary to make you know more about how life was then. What gets my attention is the comradery between hyung and another fellow that name is very generalized. They’ve struck a friendship and have covered for one another in battle, which had him switching sides and to remain with the Silla side out of curiosity and maybe even naivety he describes it. He didn’t have as much experience then as he does now to have judged everything smartly enough, even though the odds were clearly in Silla’s favour.

The praise towards the human soldier is tremendous, giving him full credit of saving his life more than once. And even though he was a turned by that point into an immortal, the praise has even me feeling grateful towards the man.

He did raise up in ranks, but he never left Yoongi behind. During the main battle after the slaughter, he describes his fellow soldier as being remorseful, as they stared across the field of many fallen soldiers and warriors and manslaughter that stretched miles away it had seemed at the time. It was brutal but necessary – I forget that hyung is from a completely different timeline sometimes. It’s easy to mistake him, and others for younger vampires.

The solider…tilting my head I spot a few notes written lightly over hyungs hand-writing. My frown deepens as the anger I felt before towards her starts to simmer - it’s not hard to see that this is Y/N’s handwriting. Her comments are absolutely ridiculous, playing hyung’s praise off – she’s dismissing it. How dare she? What does she know about wars, she was born in peaceful times, I bet to a good family! She hasn’t never experienced the horrors of wars, the stench, the travesty the fear the…

‘’No!’’ a shout has me glancing up stiffly. I notice how my fingers have curled into fists and how tight my jaw has locked together from anger ‘’…don’t…’’ she breathes out her heart beat now hammering. Confused I glance upwards thinking that she’s playing a joke on me. I’m ready to fucking snap at her – if she really is pulling a joke on me right now, I’m going to kick her out of the house myself.

‘’Ah no…’’ her words shift a cry following. What? Standing up I wait for amount further listening to her speed up breathing that’s sounds like hysteria ‘’NOOOO DON’T TAKE HIM NOOO!!!!!!’’ her cry is of terror and panic. It absolutely shocks me to my core but has me moving upwards, reaching the second floor and top of stairs in a second ‘’NO HE’S MY SOU…’’ she continues to shout switching to another language panic rising.

I’m completely disoriented by the mess that I find on the upper floor, books pulled and settled in piles on the ground, as posters of maps hang up over the book’s shelves. The 2 floor is sort of a balcony going half around the room above both entrances. After legit 2 spins around myself, I pick up on a mattress actually located in the very corner of the library. There’s a sheet stuck to the bent down ceiling, and a ton of blankets are thrown around the mattress.

I can see her finally, leg sticking up shoulder peeking over as she shifts onto her side ‘’Agápi mou, agápi mouuuuu…’’

‘’Shhhhh Y/N-ah.’’ I whisper as I run to her side, kneeling right next to her, my hands coming in contact with her overheated skin. She’s drenched in sweat, and twitching like crazy as if she’s fighting someone ‘’Wake up Y/N-ah it’s just a dream it’s not real, it’s not real!’’

‘’No…don’t go…’’ I pull her body into my lap without a second thought. As I brush her hair away from her face she flinches away probably because of my cooler hand. She’s overheating. What catches me of guard and has me whining is the tears that are running down her cheeks.

‘’Y/N-ah wake up, please wake up! It’s not real okay, it’s just a nightmare! You’re here with me in the library safe and sound! Come on you silly human wake up.’’ I urge her on rambling shaking her gently. She startles awake, eyes flying open hands in fists ready to fight. I half expect her to punch me but once her eyes find mine, she ends up smiling tiredly body immediately going lax in my hold.

‘’My love.’’ She says in Korean right hand reaching up, left palm pressed flat against my chest where my heart is.

‘’Don’t fall back asleep.’’ I try as her eyes fall close back again, her breathing having stabilized somewhat ‘’The one time I legit want to hang out with you, you suddenly want to sleep ah? The disrespect.’’ I laugh worried as I take her in. The bags under her eyes are prominent, and her cheeks which looks sort of more sunken aren’t reassuring me with her wellbeing at all.

I stare as her eyes blink open, taking me in clearly her hand that’s resting over my chest raises up shakily to cup my other cheek.

The blissful expression that settled before turns into a frown and a pout, as her eyes take my features in the change in mood confusing me with what to do. I readjust my hold gently, holding her steadily in my arms, making sure I’m not pressing to much of my skin against hers. I’ve heard from others that humans don’t like our colder skin in particular.

‘’Jeongguk-ah.’’ She states to which I offer a smile immediately as she seems to be coming back from wherever her mind took her.

‘’Yep. That’s my name.’’ I reply feeling her body tense up but not prominently. She’s waking up slowly at her own pace. She hums suddenly and pulls her hands back. I have to stop myself from wanting to tell her that it’s fine if she wants to touch me. That only conflicts my emotions all the more.

‘’Sorry am…was I making too much noise?’’ she asks gathering her thoughts, eyes darting around getting clearer as she notices the odd position we’ve fallen into.

‘’No, not at all.’’ I says wanting to immediately start reassuring her that everything is fine and she didn’t do anything wrong, but I have a hunch she’s not going to believe me either way ‘’Hyung wanted to see where you were exactly, and I was bored so. Two birds in one stone.’’

I help her up, as she starts to shift wanting to sit on her own. Silence begins after my brief explanation and after I’ve helped her sit back down onto the mattress. Without her permission I grab for a warm looking blanket and pull it over her shoulders, sitting down properly right next to her having this need to be as close as possible. Maybe I should offer a hug? Please say yes.

‘’What time is it even?’’ comes her question before I can ask her my own. She starts sifting more towards me, in the beginning of her sudden restlessness keeping the blanket around herself as she reaches with both hands upwards to rub her fingers across her eyes.

‘’Around 10AM.’’ I reply glancing towards the curtains, that are letting through sunlight from outside across the polished wooden floors only ‘’I think Jin hyung missed you at breakfast today.’’ I offer a smile while she pulls her hands away, running one through her messy hair quickly. She’s hunched forward into what seems like an awkward position – her gaze still seems far off like she’s not fully present yet.

‘’Oh yeah breakfast.’’ She mumbles glancing to the end of the mattress, to which I notice more pages and a silver notebook that has slid from the edge of the makeshift bed the papers all sprawled on the ground clearly by accident ‘’I didn’t mean to sleep.’’ She starts clearly her brain slowly starting up as she looks at me finally absently scratching the back of her head ‘’My back started to hurt, so I figured I should lay down or lean against the wall.’’ Ah so that’s why there are so many blankets piled up against the wall behind us.

‘’You should think more about getting proper sleep.’’ I comment ‘’I’m sure as great as this place is and cosy, I bet a proper bed would feel a lot nicer.’’

My heart and stomach flutter as she breaks into a small smile looking back to me amused ‘’Heard that before.’’

I shake my head immediately ‘’Uh huh. And if you’d listen, I think that would magically stop too.’’

She chuckles at my words, the gesture filling me with sort of pride that I actually made her smile and laugh. Oddly I want to comfort her properly. I want to make sure that she’s alright. Seeing her so distressed it…I can’t help but to still feel a bit freaked out myself. Her state is worrisome. Traces of her tears are still present over her puffy cheeks.

‘’So...’’ I start awkwardly ‘’Are you okay?’’

At this she looks away smile disappearing slowly ‘’I’m fine.’’ Another smile raises over her slightly dry lips this one clearly forced. She’s putting up a front – I just want to help her.

‘’You…’’

‘’I’m fine!’’ she’s quick to add not even looking at me swiftly pushing herself away, crawling over to the fallen notes, hands prompt with gathering her things ‘’Its fine. Totally fine.’’ She repeats it like a mantra, almost doubling over when she attempts to stand up ‘’I got it!’’ after the exclamation she’s up on her feet, proudly smiling goofiness making an appearance ‘’Totally A okay!!!’’

Frowning I’m quick to stand up following as she starts walking forward, feet slipping into her slippers before descending down the steps.

‘’You sure are saying that a lot for someone that just woke up screaming.’’ I don’t hold myself back this time. Even though I can’t see her face as she’s slowly descending down, the spring in her step isn’t present as much. She always walks with a bounce to her.

‘’This is the first time, it happened.’’ She huffs walking straight over to the table once her feet reach the ground. I grimace at her blatant lie, having heard her before in similar states that make much more sense now. But it’s always Yoongi that’s was at her side, specially whenever she went to sleep. It is different completely different to hear her from across the house, than from seeing her up close. It gives new meaning to her as a person.

‘’Yes, but it’s the first time that I’ve seen you sleep and wake up like that.’’ I point out as she places her notes on the desk, probably noticing the opened book I’ve left behind in my haste. Her head remains turned towards it, eyes going over the opened page ‘’You have nightmares every time you sleep, don’t you?’’

Taking the last two steps my feet touch the ground floor. I wait for her response as I make my way over to her left side, standing near her but putting enough distance to give her personal space. She flips the golden book to a close, placing a random one atop of it, shoulders shrugging in the meantime. Is she trying to hide it away from me? Or herself?

‘’A lot of people have nightmares, Jeongguk-ssi.’’ The serious look she gives me, irks me in a bad way. And not as in before where I felt agitated selfishly thinking of myself, but in a way that she’s treating me distantly - like I’ve been treating her more or less. The honorific is just the cheery on top. I think the phrase ‘give him some of his own medicine’ is appropriate to point out right now.

‘’Not like that.’’

She keeps staring at me upholding the glare she settles on. It’s so different from what I’ve seen her be and act around others. For the first time, I feel like I see another side of her which she clearly doesn’t like to reveal to anyone. Or anyone that’s not hyung. It’s starting to really bother me. Of course, I don’t really want her hurting or in pain, what just had occurred is something I’m ever going forget, but I’m sort of glad that I was here to snap her out of whatever nightmare she was in. I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone. She looked completely heartbroken, and lost.

Seeing that she has taken up a stubborn approach, it’s hard to miss the way her body trembles. Wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, and a simple t-shirt the difference in temperature has her obviously chilly maybe even cold.

Given that she doesn’t intend to lose whatever staring contest we have going on, I end up breaking it and reach for the end of my hoodie, tugging it over my head smoothly ‘’Here.’’ I say offering. She doesn’t reveal how surprised she is on the outside – only her heart jumping slightly does – but she does raise an eyebrow in question ‘’You look cold and neither of us need hyung to scold us if you’ll catch the flue.’’ If I was a human, I know my cheeks would be bright red as my reasoning is clearly lame.

She accepts the hoodie with a quiet ‘thank you’ and tugs in on quickly ‘’Okay so, where was I? You can help me move some stuff and get books I need…’’ I’m pleasantly surprised that she’s quick to fall into her work after what just happened. I do keep myself quiet as this is clearly a distraction. But the smile that raises over my lips I cannot stop. Even with her back turned towards me, she looks good in my clothes. My hoodie suits her. And I’m sure my scent will mix better with hers than hyung’s.

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Dictionary: Dangun - was the legendary founder and god-king of Gojoseon, the first Korean kingdom Gaya also rendered Kaya or Karak - is the presumed language of the Gaya confederacy in southern Korea Geom - is the generic term for "sword", but more specifically also refers to a shorter straight-blade, double-edged sword with a somewhat blunted tip Lavender roses - is often a sign of enchantment and love at first sight. Those who have been enraptured by feelings of love and adoration have used lavender roses to express their romantic feelings and intentions. Agápi mou /Greek/ - My love

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chapter four: a day with joey

Joey stood outside of the front door to the admissions office as he awaited for Sam as she filled out the paperwork and had it all coalesce right before her very eyes. That grant was only going to cover most of it and she wondered about the rest of it, especially since she was already concerned about money. Bill walked her through it all, but the whole entire time she shuffled her feet under her seat and she could feel the butterflies whirring up in her stomach.

She leaned back in the hard chair with her hands rested in her lap. Her palms began to sweat even when he told her that since she hailed from out of state, she would have to go in part time at first if she wanted more money and more credits for her degree. It didn't help matters that he stared at her from across the room while he talked through it. He would lift his gaze from the paper every so often and he would shoot her a fine, thin lipped smile in response to her. He ran his fingers through his fine hair and she caught glimpse of a silvery ring on his right pinky finger.

“If you have any questions, you can call me at any time,” he finally told her, and he handed her a little eggshell colored card.

“Okay, thank you,” she quipped almost under her breath. He then extended his other hand for her.

“Welcome aboard, Miss Shelley,” he announced with a creeping smile across his face. Sam returned the favor even with all of the thoughts swimming through her mind. “School starts the ninth of September, the week after Labor Day.”

“I'll mark my calender,” she vowed as she slung her purse back over her shoulder. She held the card in between two fingers as she made her way back out to the warm afternoon sunshine. Joey's jet black curls glimmered and glowed under the golden yellow light, and he had put his sunglasses back on across his face: she was greeted by that pair of those silver mirrors staring back at her from the bright tapestry behind him.

“I start the second week of September,” she told him, and when the words left her lips, her stomach turned.

“Right on!” Joey raised his glass to her; he held onto her empty glass down by his jeans pocket.

“By the way, I can't believe you actually got a couple of glasses from that restaurant,” she remarked as they started down the ramp to the right.

“Free glasses,” he said. “Literally. The place I went to had bought some new glasses and they were giving out the old ones, and so they gave me a couple of 'em.”

They reached the sidewalk once again and they stood under a tree covered in a myriad of fresh new baby greenish yellow leaves.

“You wanna go back to that li'l book shop that Cliff was at?” Joey suggested to her as he took a final sip of his lemonade.

“I dunno if he's still there, though,” she admitted with a shrug of her shoulders. Indeed, she peered down the block at that book shop. She had no idea if Cliff was in there or if he had left after they had gone down to the school.

He was the man of her dreams, and she needed to be closer to him.

“Let's take a walk,” she told Joey.

“Remember when we took a walk?” he cracked.

“Hmmm... how 'bout showing me some more hockey stuff?” she suggested.

“Oh, gladly!” His face lit up at the sound of that. “Maybe I can show you a little drummin' or sump'n, too. Let's see if there's a music shop 'round here... I wanna drum for ya.”

They reached the corner of the sidewalk and stood there for a moment in anticipation.

“Yeah, I kinda wanna put on some skates and just raise some hell for ya, Sam I am,” he said with a point up the block. She followed his gesture to the long low building behind the sidewalk on the other side of the street.

“What's that? What're you pointing at?”

“I used to go over there before many times with my teammates,” he declared, and he turned his head to show her the big goof grin on his face. “I just didn't know your school was this close to it, though.”

Joey led her down the sidewalk to the next corner and they crossed the sun bathed pavement to the pale brick building. He reached the glass doors first and she was greeted by the smell of new rubber coupled with new leather. She looked to her left, at the sight of the rows of black and white hockey jerseys on racks and the series of skates up on the wall. She turned her head to the right and she watched him head on over to a shelf for something.

“Is this like just some hockey only store?” she asked him as she sauntered on over to him.

“Kinda,” he replied as he took a mesh mask out of the box on the shelf. “It's like a safe haven for hockey players and also for field hockey players. There's a whole section over there dedicated especially to field hockey players. I had a feeling they were still open because like I said, I used to come here all the time with my old semi pro teammates because we could stash our stuff in here whenever we headed out for some games. And they would close at around sundown so as long as someone was down here in the City, we could come in here for something. Wonder if my mask still fits me...”

She took the box for him so he could put it on over his face with both hands.

“Like a glove,” he decreed in a muffled voice. Using his right hand, he reached behind his head to latch the mask on all the way. She couldn't see his fingers or the movement of his hand, but within a few seconds, he had the mask on over his face. Like a regular goalie out on the ice.

“I don't have my actual jersey, though,” he confessed. Sam turned for one of the jerseys on the racks right behind her. She grabbed one of the black ones and she returned to give it to him.

“Here, try this on,” she suggested to him.

“How'd you know my size?” he demanded, shocked.

“I don't. I just guessed. Hence 'try this on.'”

“Oh, I see. Well, let's see here...” He took the jersey for himself and he slipped it on over his head and his mask. The V shaped collar rested over his shirt and the sleeves hung around his upper arms. The body of the jersey clung to his body because of the shirt underneath, but it fit him well.

“Are the jerseys supposed to be loose?” she asked him.

“Well, not very loose,” he explained in a muffled voice; he reached up to adjust the mask over his face. “But if it's quite loose on your body, it's ideal. Like you can move around the ice with a great deal o' ease.”

He then patted the back of his head.

“You got a spare ponytail holder or sump'n I can tie my hair back with?”

Sam reached into her purse for her white velvet scrunchie, and indeed, she found it right next to her wallet, and she handed it to him.

“Ooh, soft,” he noted as he tied back his hair with it.

“I have a couple more of those back at my place,” she told him as she closed her purse.

“I'll take care o' this one, though,” he promised her, and then he gestured for her to follow him around the wall behind him. Joey adjusted his ponytail as he rounded the corner and she beheld the sight of a small hockey rink set down from the rest of the building. He pushed open the glass door and she was greeted by the cold, frigid feeling brought on by the pearly white sheet of ice stretched out before them. As they came closer to the smooth railing lining the rink, she made out the sight of scratches and grooves all over the surface of the ice.

Sam let her eyes wander over the surface as Joey disappeared behind what appeared to be a wooden shed off to the side.

She gazed up at the walls outside of the ice itself and she pictured a large crowd in there to cheer him on. She pictured Joey and his old team going forth there on the ice and fighting back at the other team, which hadn't a prayer against them. Off to her left stood the fiery red goal posts, complete with the ropey net so as to catch the puck. On the far right side of the rink stood another set of goal posts for the opposing team.

There was a clanking noise inside of the shed and a door at the back swung open. He slid out of there and landed on the ice in skates: he had put on knee pads and those big gloves on his hands. The blades sheered against the surface of the ice. He put one foot forward, followed by the other, and he shot forward with the hockey stick in hand.

He shot forward to the goal posts set off to her left. Right before he reached those goal posts, he extended his right leg out and the blade acted as a brake: a sheet of sheered ice shot up next to his foot.

“Pretend someone overshot it a bit,” he called out to her. She nodded her head and he darted forward with the stick extended out before him. She watched him in awe as he wove his way across the ice to catch the imaginary puck down by the wall in front of her. He doubled back to the goal posts when he did it again.

Joey seemed so big, strong, lanky, and strapping even with the pads on his legs and his arms and with the hockey stick in both hands. The way he moved around the ice made her think of a ghost: the jersey drifted off of his body and only added to his movement. He kept his head down towards the scarred but pearly surface of the ice and his black curls remained in place right atop his back. Big and strong, and yet elegant and even delicate.

Sam clutched at the railing before her as he stuck the stick out before him so as to catch the puck for himself.

The blades of the skates made a steady grinding noise upon the ice. She followed the fine white line which formed right underneath the blade's sharp edge, and she thought of the man in her dreams. The black stripe which transformed into a white one and back to a black one. A man of many colors, and another one skated right before her.

The black jersey made her think of velvet tapestry, or ribbons which dangled off of his body, such that she had an inclination to draw him. To draw him again, but in full form that time around. His black jeans and the black jersey made him appear fuller and shadowy than normal: the knee pads made his otherwise spindly legs appear stronger and heartier than before.

He drifted past her with the stick held down below his waist. She caught a glimpse of his eyes behind the mesh covering of the mask. Even though he was alone, she could make sight of his concentration. He bowed closer to the ice and buckled his knees a bit as he neared the other goal posts on the far side of the ice.

“Yeah, I'm the goalie and I'm not allowed to leave my post,” he shouted, and his voice floated up to the rafters overhead.

“I don't think the ghosts care,” she called back to him as she glanced about the vacant rink. She then folded her arms across her chest to keep the warmth in her skin.

“The ghosts are cool with a dude like me,” he retorted, “I dunno how they'd react if I high stick, though. Like this—” He raised the stick from below his waist and the head smacked against the goal post next to him, and so hard that the metallic clang! echoed throughout the room. He glanced over at her and hunched his shoulders at the sound. She lunged back a bit from it.

“Easy there, big fella,” she called out as she shot out her hands before her.

“Guess the ghosts don't kid around after all?” he shouted back with a shrug of his shoulders, and that brought a laugh out of her.

“The ghosts know that we're here,” she followed up as he skated his way back to her. Since the ice was set down a bit from the railing, when he stood right before her, the curly crown of his head hung right below her line of sight.

“Speaking of ghosts,” she started, but she never said anything more than that.

Joey reached behind his head with his free hand and unfastened the mask. He took it off in one swipe. A soft warm blush crossed his sun tinged face and he showed her his tongue.

“What about it?” he asked her, out of breath.

“God, you are just—elegant out there on the ice,” she remarked with a wave of her hand.

“It's like a nice balance of elegance and violence,” he declared. “We move about quickly but we work hard, though. And then there's the whole thing with these razor sharp skates.” He let out a long low whistle and, even with his hands full, he brought them to his waist.

“I'm getting kinda hungry, you got anything to eat?” he asked her.

“No, but there's plenty to eat back at my place, though,” she told him.

“I wouldn't mind havin' dinner back at your place,” he replied with that lopsided grin plastered across his face.

“You didn't get to drum for me, though,” she reminded him with a shake of her head.

“I can show you tomorrow before Frankie takes me home, though,” he pointed out. “Y'know, if Charlie's willin' to let me show you sump'n.” He peered about the rink. “You got the time?”

“I don't, no.”

“I can't remember what the subway schedule is 'round here—I really couldn't tell you off hand, but... I'll hustle, though, so we can get home quick. I'm really starting to get hungry now that I mention it.”

Indeed, Sam stood there at the railing and waited for Joey to remove the pads and take off the skates. She nibbled on her bottom lip, but she trusted him, even as he cursed a little bit upon unlacing the skates. She caught the sound of the metal blades as they scratched on the floor. But within time, he emerged from the shed and the two of them walked at a brisk pace to the front part of the safe spot.

“Hold this for a sec,” he quipped as he handed her the mask. But she spotted the box atop the shelf, and she slipped it back in there as he peeled off the jersey and hung it back up.

“Aw, thank you, Sam!” And with that, he held the door for her. Sam and Joey ducked outside to the incoming evening: the tall skyscrapers blocked out the fading sun and in turn cast a cool shadow over them and the rest of the street.

“Do you remember which way it is?” he asked her over the noise of the crowded streets: it was past rush hour, but it was nearing dinner time.

“Um—let's see... there's my school.” She pointed across the street to her brand new school. “The book shop's over there, so the subway's like right near here. Follow me, Joey!”

Sam clutched onto the strap of her purse as she led him down the sidewalk, past a new column of steam that billowed out from the storm drain. She bowed her head away from it as she strode past it. Joey lingered right behind her every step of the way.

She recognized the wrought iron fencing around the staircase. It was a nagging feeling, but Sam knew that the train was going to leave soon.

She almost ran down the stairs first to the hard concrete floor, and then she reached the check point. She spotted the train waiting at the platform.

“Wait up, Sam!” Joey called out and his voice echoed throughout the terminal, but she kept going to the closest entrance of the train. She wove past a small family and caught the sliding door first. She held onto the silver metal support pole with her free hand. Joey skidded into the car right before the door squeaked shut. He joined her at the pole and breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Yeah!” Joey proclaimed and he ran his fingers through his black curls. He stopped himself when he realized he still wore her scrunchie. He took it out of his hair and his black curls sprawled over his shoulders like the tentacles of an octopus, and he handed it to her.

“Thank you,” she said in a hoarse voice, and she slipped it back into her purse. Despite having drank down that lemonade, the back of her throat felt dry and parched.

“Ah, shit,” he blurted out.

“What's up?” She raised her eyebrows at him.

“When I put that mask on, I put those glasses up on that shelf. Forgot they were there.”

“Yeah, I forgot about them, too,” she consoled him. “It's okay—I have glasses. But they were nice, though.”

“And they were free, too! Oh, well.” He fetched up another sigh.

Even though she was used to the trip from the other side of town at that point, it felt as though it lasted much longer, much like her very first trip down to Manhattan from her place. It didn't help matters that Joey set his hand upon his slender svelte belly at one moment. When they reached Grand Central, he began to rub his stomach a bit.

“It's okay, Joey, we're almost there,” she assured him, even though she knew they were still well away from the Bronx. She began to feel quite hungry herself, and she wished for a big glass of iced tea right before her. Joey let out a long low whistle at one point and he ran his fingers through his black curls.

“I don't feel so good,” he confessed to her in a low voice. He turned his head and he sank down right next to her on the hard ugly orange seats.

“You're not gonna puke, are ya?” a man behind them asked him.

“He's hungry,” she told him. “Poor guy needs food in his belly.”

“We're goin' all the way up to the Bronx, too,” Joey chimed in. “The train swayin' doesn't help matters, either.”

“Ah, man, try to think of something good,” said the man.

“What do you wanna eat when we get home?” Sam asked Joey.

“I dunno—I'm really wantin' pasta,” he confessed.

“Pasta with bits of steak,” the man behind them followed up.

“Oh, yeah!” Joey laughed. “With a li'l bitta sauce and some garlic bread on the side... ah, man.”

“I kinda want that now,” Sam joined in.

They fell back into silence for a little bit longer when the smell of garlic and pizza caught Sam's attention at the next stop.

“Oh my god, that smells so good,” she declared as the doors slid open again.

“That's my dinner, kids!” the man behind them said.

“So jealous!” Joey called over him, and he laughed out loud as he stepped off the subway.

“We're almost there,” she assured him again, “almost there.”

“God, this is killin' me,” he moaned.

Every minute felt double that, but within time, Sam recognized the stops before her neighborhood. Joey stood to his feet and he hung right before her with one hand on the pole. He let out another whistle from the feeling: the brown tinge in his skin had washed out with the intense hunger within him.

They came to the stop and once the doors slid open, his knees buckled, and thus Sam almost dragged him onto the platform. Joey staggered forth and caught himself on her shoulder.

“At least I'm not drunk,” he pointed out.

“True,” she agreed with him.

She put her arm around him as they ascended the stairs and reached the street. The apartment was within their range, but it seemed so much further away than normal.

Joey had to stop to catch his breath at the base of the stairs inside of the building.

“I'll carry you up the stairs if I have to,” she suggested.

“Nah,” he begged her with a wave of his hand. “Nah, nah, nah, nah... you don't haveta do that.” He lifted himself upright and whistled yet again. Sam led him up the stairs to her front door: once she had unlocked the door and stepped inside, Joey collapsed on the couch, flat on his side.

“I'm gonna whip something so quick,” she vowed to him as he pushed his black curls out of his face. She hung her purse up on the hook next to the door and she kicked off her shoes. Even though she didn't do much for herself, it felt like such a long day.

She had a large box of farfalle in the cupboard, but no steak. It would have to do: she made a big pot of pasta just for the both of them, complete with some tomato sauce and Parmesan cheese. Joey had two large helpings of the pasta, the first of which he wolfed down as if he was starving to death.

He set the fork down on the edge of his plate and he rested a hand on his stomach.

“Feel better?” she asked him with a little smile.

“Very much so,” he replied to her as he sank down in the cushion.

Indeed, later on that evening, when he lay down on the couch, he was quick to fall asleep. Even though it was still somewhat early, and given it was a Friday night, Sam figured it would be best to turn in herself. She changed into a gray camisole and a little pair of shorts before she climbed into bed. She switched off the light and lay her head down on her pillow.

It felt as though she had just fallen asleep when something jarred her awake. She lifted her head and glanced about the darkness, and it took her a second to realize that it was the phone ringing. Sam climbed out of bed and she hurried into the kitchen. She caught Joey's faint silhouette as he rose from the couch. He shuffled about the floor in front of him and he almost fell off of the cushions.

“I've got it, Joey,” she advised him. “I've got it. Go back to sleep.”

Joey grunted in his throat as he sank back down on the dark couch. She continued on to the kitchen, where she slid her hand over the light switch on the wall. She snapped her eyes closed against the sudden bright white light but she fondled the wall for the phone and she nearly knocked it onto the floor. But she caught it in both hands and brought the receiver to her ear.

“Hello?” Her voice broke with sleep.

“Sam?”

She fluttered her eyes open and held still right there.

“Who's this?” She tried to keep her voice from rising with fear.

“It's Cliff.”

“Oh, hi!” she greeted him once she had cleared her throat.

“Is this a bad time?” he asked her.

“Well, it's one in the morning,” she started.

“Ah, shit—I had a feeling that it was too late,” he confessed. “It's still only ten back here in the Bay Area. I kept my promise with you, though.”

“True, true.” She paused. “Wait. You're already home?”

“Took the red eye,” he explained, “and I like just got home, too. Anyways, the other reason I'm calling you is I wanna ask you a question.”

“Go on,” she said in a low voice. She stood on the other side of the corner with the phone pressed to her ear.

“When we were in the bookstore, I wanted to ask you out.”

“You can still ask me out now,” she pointed out.

“I dunno...” Cliff's voice trailed off.

“What's the matter?” she asked him as she brought her free arm closer to her chest.

“There's just something about doing that in person,” he confessed. “And in daylight, too.”

“But it's night, though,” she pointed out, “it's kinda—”

“Kinda?” he echoed her. “Kinda what?”

“—sexy,” she finished in a near whisper.

“Oh, yeah?” Cliff cleared his throat.

“Yeah. I mean—it's one in the morning here, I'm in my jammies, I'm in the kitchen—”

He cleared his throat again.

“Okay,” he concluded in a gentle voice. “Do you wanna go with me to the Legacy show next week?”

Sam peered around the corner to the dark living room right behind her. Joey's slow, heavy breathing rose and fell in steady rhythm in the room right next to her. He asked her out to the Legacy show, so she had to think of something fast. It was one in the morning and her bed beckoned her back until the sunrise.

She closed her eyes and she hoped something would happen to Joey so she could justify a date with Cliff.

“Yes, I'd love to,” she answered almost without even thinking. “I live in the Bronx so if you'd like to pick me up the day of, I'll be waiting here for you.”

“I'm not gonna have a car, though,” he confessed. “James, Lars, Kirk, and I are just gonna fly back East and Jon and Marsha'll be taking us there.”

“Okay! So—I'll meet you there?”

“Yeah. Seven o'clock. We'll be waitin' for ya.”

“Okay.” She couldn't resist the smile from crossing her face.

“You know, I was thinking,” he started again, with another clearing of his throat.

“Thinking about what?” she filled in for him.

“Thinking about the way you looked when you tracked down Joey and you stood under the light right in front of me. You looked...” He stopped right in his tracks.

“I looked what?”

“...really beautiful.” She stopped right in her tracks and her heart skipped a beat at the sound of that. “Which leads me to this—do you have any nicer tops you could wear to the show?”

“I think I do,” she recalled, “I'll dig something out of my closet if I have to.”

“'Cause—you know. I wanna see you.”

“Sure, sure. As long as you dress your best for me in return.”

“Of course! I've got these big cowboy boots right next to my bed, and I'll wear those for you.”

“Will you have that big floppy hat with you?”

“Maybe. Or I just might surprise you.”

“I can't wait to see you,” she whispered to him.

“And I can't wait to see you, either. Anyways, don't stay up too late. I'll talk to you later.”

“Okay. You, too, Cliff.”

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Until Somebody Stops Having Fun-Adam Sackler/Reader-Part 3

Adam’s tongue explores your mouth as his hands grip your hips, though one soon slides down and around to slap your ass. You wiggle into him in response. You kiss a path down his neck to his collarbones and you become aware of his cock, now hardened, bumping into your stomach. When you lift your face to look at him, in one quick motion he’s pressing you against the wall of the shower with his mouth on yours, and his hips grinding into you. As he moves down your neck, he sucks a love bite on your pulse point, and when you slap him to punish him, he just says, “Now everyone will know you’re mine. I just couldn’t let you shower by yourself.”

“Oh I am sure you had completely pure intentions.” You tease and he responds against your chest as his head moves down your body, “Hmmm…well maybe I just wanted to fuck you in here too.”

Then his lips are kissing your tits as his tongue draws line on your right one. His hand squeezes and kneads your left breast. He knows how to work your body like a master. He’s only touching your tits and you’re practically writhing under hands. His lips find your nipple and rolls his tongue over it before sucking lightly. Then, he kisses down your stomach then stops before getting to your mound. The anticipation is killing you, and he further adds to it by kneeling in front of you, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder. Your hands go straight to hair like always, and kisses the inside of your thigh then agonizingly slowly rolling your labia between his lips.

You’re not in a patient mood so you begin bucking your hips against him. His hands snake around your waist to hold you in place. You groan in frustration and he seems to enjoy your torture because he looks at you and says, “Is something wrong, doll?”

“You know exactly what is wrong, asshat.” He smirks at you then nuzzles in against your clit but he doesn’t add any pressure. You try to not to think about how much water you’re wasting and when you’re thinking he’s not to give into you his tongue on your clit. His tongue draws circle on your nub, strokes it up and down, then left to right. Then, he thrusts two of his wide fingers in your entrance and sucks on your clit at the same time. It only takes seconds of that until your orgasm builds and washes over you. You moan as your legs get shaky and euphoria go through you. Adam then stands and tells you, “Good thing you’re in the shower, you’re a dirty whore for my cock.”

You reach down to stroke him, and run your thumb over his sensitive tip. Fuck you need him inside now. You tell him, “I am a dirty whore only for your cock. I can’t stop thinking about good it will feel inside of me.”

“I knew you wanted my cock from the moment I met you,” he says as his hands removes yours and he moves over you. Your back is flush against the shower wall and you hike your left leg up on the side of the tub to give him access. He takes the hint, burying his face in your neck as he buries his cock in your pussy. You’ll never get over the feeling of how he feels inside of you: always stretching you. He rocks into you slowly and as his blackened eyes meet yours he barks out,

“So fucking tight. Like a fucking virgin cunt, squeezing my cock.” Adam picks up the pace, building a rhythm. You wrap your arms onto his shoulders and move your leg from the edge of the tub to hitch it around his waist. Deciding to goad him on, you say, “Well maybe you need to fuck me harder.”

“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you, you dirty slut,” he says as he drills into even harder and faster. The position and the intensity is sending shocks through your clit. He continues the brutal pace but you can tell from the way he’s moaning that he’s getting closer to cumming.

“I fuck you every day and still your cunt is tight,” he continues spewing, but you don’t respond, instead you take your right hand to your clit. While your right hand vigorously rubs circles on your clit, your left hand digs your nails into Adam’s back. Your orgasm rocks through you, and spurs on Adam’s. He pulls out and quickly beats his cock and cums with a long moan, leaving strings of cum on your chest.

He’s grinning like a little kid, then he rushes ahead of you to get back under the water. You shout, “That’s not fair! I can’t go around with your cum on me all day!”

“Why not? I think it looks good on you,” He lets out a hearty laugh.

Soon he subsides and lets you finish washing yourself off. Once you’re semi dressed and getting ready to go, he hands you a cup of coffee made to your preference. Then, he hands you a boxed pastry from a bakery. You raise your eyebrows inquisitively at him and are about to ask where he got it from when he starts rambling.

“I got it for you yesterday since I knew you’d probably stay the night. I wanted you to have something you like for breakfast.” He admits and he looks shyer than you’ve ever seen him before. It’s adorable and flattering that he put thought into it, and was thinking about your comfort. He was too sweet, too good for you. You reach up to put your arm around his torso and give him a peck on the cheek. He settles into the chair and you can’t resist going over to sit on his lap.

The two are supposed to be just friends with benefits but this feels particularly intimate. It feels right, as if the two of you are supposed to be settled into this domestic routine. Right on cue, he nuzzles into your neck, and you run your hands through his hair and nuzzle him back. You’re such a goner, but you know relationships never work and you’d wind up heartbroken again. As you eat your pastry and drink your coffee, you notice that he’s only eating a banana, you know he’s a picky eater but you can’t help but comment.

“I guarantee that I am enjoying my breakfast more, is that all you eat?” You tease and he responds with, “Better than all of that added sugar and fats in that. That’s bad shit to put in your body.”

Not sure what to make of that comment, you gather your things and head out of the day. You had struggled with an eating disorder in various degrees of severity since you were a teenager. It was at its peak during your undergrad years and you’re lucky that you were able to get treatment and recover. But it was still a daily struggle and you could be triggered by random things that no one else would think about. You could never weigh yourself because that was a trigger and you were able to fight the urges with regular exercise and a semi-healthy diet. Of course, you still had your weekly therapy appointments. Adam didn’t know any of this, you had kept it from him because it was hard to talk about.

You know that Adam didn’t mean anything by his comments but your eating disorder brain was misinterpreting it. Your mind started reeling thinking of a way to counteract the calories from breakfast. You continue on your day with your mind racing.

***

You had shut off your phone and not responded to any messages. Now, you had an outrageous number of voicemails and texts from Adam wanting to check on you. You were busy with work and your anorexia was slowly creeping back again. You had been spending twice as much time exercising and had drastically cut back your total calories. What you’d forgot was how it felt in your brain: a mixture of exhaustion and being ultra-focused. It was a strange mix and you liked to shut yourself off when it happened.

It had only been three days since the incident with Adam and you were surprised that he hadn’t showed up at your apartment to check in on you. You were both disappointed and relieved. Disappointed because you were in over your head for Adam and thought he cared for you too. But relieved because then you wouldn’t have to tell him about your past mental health struggles.

Walking into your apartment, Benji and Barney greet you, ready for their walk. You take them for a walk that’s double the usual, and when you’re almost back to your apartment, you hear a voice calling your name.

“Y/N! Y/N!” you turn around to see Adam running towards you. Of course, your dogs were happy to see him with their tails wagging, they begin their infamous beagle howls. Adam stops when he’s standing right in front of you, he places his hands on your shoulders and looks frantic.

“What the hell is going on?! I haven’t heard from you at all for days. I thought you fucking died, kid.”

“I’ve been busy.” You say, now feeling embarrassed. You decide to keep walking and he easily catches up with you, damn his long legs. He asks, “You’ve been busy? You know I can tell that’s a fucking lie.”

This time you don’t respond, instead you head into your apartment and Adam’s still following you. Once inside your apartment, Adam pauses to look you over before saying, “You look like shit. Are you going to tell me what’s really going?”

Apparently, you’re not as tough as you think you are because you melt into him. At first he’s surprised then he wraps his arms around you and holds you close to him. He scoops you up and takes you to your bedroom. After you’re settled into your bed, Adam joins you, lying with his face facing yours.

“What’s wrong?” You take a deep inhale then you start to tell him everything, about your past eating disorder, how you still struggle with it. You told him about your triggers and how you’ve gone back to your old habits over the past few days.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” He asks as he runs his fingers over your shoulder and down your arm. His eyes never leave yours, but you desperately look away as you tell him, “I was afraid you’d look at me different. You’d think I was fragile flower or something. And it’s hard to talk about.”

You fiddle with your hands, a nervous habit that you can’t seem to shake. Adam places his hands over yours and you can his warmth washing over you. The man was like a giant heated blanket. Then, he moves his hand to cup your cheek, and he says, “There’s nothing that can make me think less of you.”

He then punctuates his next sentence with kisses on your face in between each word, “You. Are. Absolutely. Perfect.” You then can’t resist pulling him in for a deep, searing kiss.

******

The morning after Adam showed up to check up on you and you told him about your past, he left after breakfast, like normal. Everything seemed fine and normal, you felt more connected to Adam than ever before. But clearly things weren’t as they seemed because you hadn’t seen or heard from Adam since. You blame yourself and your troubled past for scaring him away, but now you were determined to get some kind of answer.

You make the trek over to his apartment, thinking of a thousand different things to say to him, but you’re unable to settle on one. Rushing up the stairs, you almost don’t notice the blonde woman coming down them until you nearly bump into her. Your face goes hot and you feel your heart fall when you realize who she is: Jessa, the Jessa. She’s leaving Adam’s apartment looking disheveled, it doesn’t take a genius to guess what she was just doing.

Thankfully, she doesn’t stay to talk to you, she continues on her way and you go yours. Pausing outside Adam’s door for a moment, you take a deep breath before knocking on the door. Adam answers the door in his black briefs and it takes you a moment to get your mind back to coherent thoughts.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” He lets you inside his apartment and you try to play cool by answering, “Well I didn’t hear from you for a while and wanted to check in on you.”

“I’ve been busy…” He says and you can tell he’s either flat-out lying to you badly or he’s trying to piss you off. Well he’s succeeded in the second option. You shout, “I saw Jessa leaving when I was coming up here! You must have been really busy.”

You put emphasis on the word “busy” so he knows that you’re not buying his line of bullshit today. Adam’s not bothered by your annoyance because he just sits down on his yellow sofa and looks at you like you’ve gone totally mad. You ask, “Are you even going to try to explain yourself?”

“I don’t know why you’re so mad. You have made it abundantly clear that we’re just fuck buddies.” He states in an even voice. You’re too dumbfounded by his answer to respond. He, however, continues, “These things have an expiration date. Six months or until somebody stops having fun.”

“If that’s really how you feel then I guess this has expired.” You say and your instincts to flee overtake and you bolt out of his apartment. You hear him say your name and hear his footsteps heavy behind you. He catches up with you and gently grabs your arm, but you pull it back vigorously. You tell him, “Let me go!”

Adam reluctantly obeys your command and you get the hell out of there. Once back inside your apartment, you find yourself unable to fight back the sobs. You’d kept things casual because you didn’t want to get hurt, but apparently you’d left them too casual and now you’re still heartbroken.

*******

The room was well-lit, with works of art lining the walls. You don’t know why you came to this exhibit, you hadn’t been feeling like yourself since things had ended between you and Adam. You supposed you came here to get out of your own head for a while, and try to move on. Things were going as well as could be expected until you saw Adam standing over by one of the exhibits talking to a pretty blonde woman.

Adam sees you and the two of you make eye contact that last longer than necessary. Maybe you had lost your damn mind, maybe you just wanted to be hurt, but you walked over to him. He greets you and the woman smiles at you. Adam introduces the two of you, “Y/N, this is Mimi-Rose. Mimi-Rose, this is Y.N”

“Nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you,” Mimi-Rose tells you. Then it clicks in your mind that she’s one of his exes, the one in between Hannah and Jessa. If you recall correctly, she’s the one who got back together with her ex right in front of Adam. You smile and say, “I’ve heard a lot about you too. I didn’t know you two still talked.”

“We ran into each this week and she invited me here so here I am,” Adam answers swiftly, clearly feeling awkward in this situation. You and Adam are staring each other down, there’s still so much unsaid between the two of you. It must have been obvious enough that Mimi-Rose notices it, and she quickly excuses herself from the conversation.

Soon, you and Adam are heading towards the door together. The two of you wander in silence until you’re at some kind of park. Then it’s Adam who breaks the silence, and he has a lot to say:

“Y/N, I don’t know what you want from me. I try to come over and just fuck you but I can’t and you seem to like it when it’s more. Then when I try to be really sweet and romantic with you, you brush me off, and push me away! You want me to just fuck you some of the time, then you want me to sweet with you some of the time, and I never know what you want!” His hands are moving and he looks like he wants to punch something. You’re shocked that he’s blaming this on you when he’s been blurring the lines the whole time, and he’s the one that went back to Jessa.

“I push you away?! You tell me that we’re just fucking, then you try to be all sweet and act like you want more, then you fall off the face of the earth and I don’t see you or hear from you for days! Then, I find out that you fucked Jessa after I thought you actually gave a damn about me!” You scream back at him. You’re so frustrated, you feel like your body is shaking. Adam is surprised by your answer, he throws his hands up in the air.

“What?! I was with you every night after my show, in the morning, no matter how I felt because I wanted to be with you, wanted to fuck you, wanted to wake up with you.” He says and you’re distracted both by his confession and how his eyes somehow look brighter in the night. You miss him badly, and you want to let go, to fling yourself in his arms but you’re still afraid.

“Adam, what do you really want from me? Do you really know me, know how fucked up I am?” You ask and he takes a step closer, putting his hands lightly on your waist. His touch still gives you butterflies. His right hand moves up to cup your cheek as he answers your question, “Yes I want to know all about you and have you know me! Why can’t you just talk about your feelings?”

“What’s the point? You’ll say you want this now, then in a few months you’ll move on to someone else!” You move out of his embrace and distance yourself from him. You can’t even look at him after saying that, you know it’s insane. He moves away from you too and starts walking back towards the street.

“Jesus fucking Christ! I’ve been with you almost every day for six months, yet you think I’ll just go to the next pussy I see,” He says, not even bothering to look back at you. You start following him even though your head is screaming for you to let him go. He then looks at his phone, desperately trying to figure something out because he’s cursing under his breath. He then announces, “I’m getting an Uber or whatever the fuck it’s called.”

You realize have two options: let Adam go and lose what you feel for him, or take the plunge. You choose the second option and rush over to him, he turns around to look at you. You place your hands flat on his chest as you say, “You wanna know how I feel? I feel like I’m burning but in the best way…”

He interrupts your statement with a kiss. You forgot how soft his lips were how right they felt against yours. When you’re both out of breath and pull away, he��s looking at you reverently. You smile as you ask, “Adam do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

Adam nods his head yes and kisses you again.

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