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justkending · 2 years

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Everest. Chapter 13.

Series Summary: She was done and retired. After Thanos and after the battle of a lifetime, she had called it quits and had distanced herself from the Avenger lifestyle. But word finds her that someone from her past is in danger. What the journey entails was never one she wanted to face nor one she saw becoming her reality again. The rollercoaster that comes with fighting evil odds arrives on her doorstep not leaving much room for a no…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2500+

Chapter 13:

"So she stopped a terrorist attack?" Bucky breathed out as Tony gave graphic details, one after another, of what really happened with Marley and the people who had captured her.

"I believe it was why she felt she needed to be the one to sacrifice herself," Tony nodded. "A way to make up for all the lives she felt responsible for."

Bucky took a minute to process.

"Ok, to summarize," Steve scratched his beard, speaking from his position across the table in a conference space before proceeding. "The bomb that Marley detonated was programmed to go off in the most populated city in the US, which is, of course, here."

"Yes."

"In the bomb was a chemical that would have gassed the city, target and affect anyone with a possible mutant gene, and caused the gene to surface upon inhaling the chemical serum."

"Yes."

"Therefore, creating a city full of mutants whose powers can range from anything Marley was capable of to... Well, really any form of power or enhancement." Steve paused, rubbing his temple. "And considering most people can barely handle an inkling of power of their own, we could have created countless new enemies within a 20-minute span of it detonating."

"Yup," Tony confirmed again. "Convicts in their cells to babies laid down for their nap. Anyone with the gene would have been affected."

"All because they wanted to create an army of mutants for themselves," Bucky added at the end, staring at the files Tony had displayed on the hologram above.

"No one has any form of creativity anymore. The bad guys of the world really need to come up with some more original plans," Tony scoffed, pulling a pen he had been chewing out of his mouth and pointing it to Steve. "Which brings me to my next game plan."

"First, explain to me why Y/N being left out of knowing this new information was important," Bucky asked.

"It's not necessarily this information I'm worried about," Tony shook his head, going to a table and grabbing a paper file. "It's the coordinates Friday found that I worry about her getting her hands on." He handed off the manila folder.

Bucky took it. "What if they've already moved? It's their MO when we were trying to find them before."

"Yeah, but I found their headquarters," Tony crossed his arms with a proud smirk. Bucky gave him a look. "I tracked some of where their intel was going and coming from. Badda-bing-badda-boom, one spot, was a common denominator for a majority of them. Under a ton of locks and keys, of course, but I'm good like that." Nat cleared her throat from where she had been silently glaring at Tony, and he waved her off. "Ok, Romanoff is good like that. I just supplied the advanced technology that got us there. The point is we have it and everything we need to take them down now. Fully wipe them out."

He stared into the room, Sam, Steve, Bucky, and Nat looking at him unimpressed, but truthfully, it was just their resting face when dealing with Tony.

"Great. Now, you've yet to enlighten us on why Y/N still can't know about this," Sam questioned this time.

"I have years of experience with this woman... I think that's enough knowledge and intuition to know that when Y/N wants vengeance, she gets it. Usually, she has some form of resistance when it comes to completely wiping people off the face of the earth. But something tells me with how hard she took Marley's death, on top of thinking she exterminated them the first time, and it came to bite her in the ass... She's going to make sure the job gets done this time. People involved with it will feel that pain a thousand more times than she did."

"You think she'll kill them all?" Bucky asked.

"We would hope that's all she did," Tony nodded. "And to keep her record clean and conscience clean, I can't let her get this information and risk leaving all her morals behind."

"Her actions wouldn't be on your shoulders if she did," Nat spoke up, feet propped on the table still.

"Can't say I'd agree with that," Tony hummed nonchalantly and flicked a few fingers on the screen, pulling the hologram into a compact metal box he had taken out of his pocket.

"I'm assuming we need to suit up then?" Sam sighed, standing and stretching.

"Correct. Meet in the hanger in twenty minutes," Steve confirmed, standing with him.

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"Was the area affected when Marley detonated the bomb? Any surrounding towns get any residue of the chemicals?" Steve asked.

Everyone who could join the mission circled the table in the middle of the jet. Sam, Natasha, Tony, Bucky, and Steve were the only ones in on it. Wanda and Vision were out of the loop for now. Clint was back home. Peter had school... The map for their infiltration hovered over the counter and spun in a slow circle to give all angles of their entrance and exits.

"Don't believe so. The location where it was discharged was hundreds of miles away from any kind of civilization. Plus, it would have only mattered if it was in a 30-mile radius. Apparently, they didn't go further in their experimentation on that. Because of how far underground the weapon was contained, it didn't get distributed the way it was made to," Tony answered. "Another reason Barnes here can't suddenly fly or shoot lasers out of his eyes."

Bucky shot him a glare. He had told him he couldn't go into the pit due to its depth, and whatever remnants of the serum had been dispersed in the air wouldn't have made it to him with the rubble keeping it contained for the most part. That and if it had happened to hit him, nothing came out of it. No tests came back weird from his initial check-up after they got home.

This was believed to be a manageable takedown. Sure, the entire organization would take some time as a whole to destroy, but the head honcho would be just another Tuesday for the Avengers from what they had gathered.

"And Y/N didn't tell you where she was going?" Sam asked, turning to Bucky after Tony moved back to the pit and Nat and Steve moved to check weapons and such.

"No. She left, saying she couldn't tell me. She had to figure some stuff out on her own," Bucky answered, still looking at the hologram before him.

"Figure some stuff out?" Sam resaid, hurt and disappointed in his voice, just like Bucky's when he saw her grabbing her bags. "I can't believe- Did she think we couldn't help her with it?"

"I don't know," Bucky answered honestly. "I don't think that was her intention, but it doesn't sting any less."

He looked up to his friend and saw the slight pain of the truth.

"What about Wanda and Vision?" Sam asked after a moment. "Why not bring them into the loop?"

"They wanted out of this life. Tony's granting that wish by keeping them oblivious," Bucky shrugged, moving to go get changed as they were approaching the coordinates. "And Wanda's just as connected to Marley's death. He thought it was a safer bet this way, too. Don't ask me, though, because I'm against most of his reasonings."

"It's Tony's funeral next when she finds out he left her out of this," Nat sighed, walking past them to the other side of the jet.

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It was a short flight. Tony had picked the fastest plane he had, and they headed out earlier than planned. Two hours later, they landed in a remote forest just a mile or two away from the Chimera group's supposed setup.

"This is it?" Nat said in the coms once they had surrounded the building. "This place sticks out like a sore thumb for a group that's stayed off our radar this long."

"I gotta agree with Romanoff on this one," Sam replied.

"This is it, ok. I promise," Tony groaned. "Have I ever been wrong?" Before he could regret what he said, he interrupted what he knew everyone else would have had a word to say about. "Forget I spoke. Ok, is everyone clear on the plan?"

"Bucky and I are toward the east corridor, and it's quiet," Steve said with a hint of suspicion.

"Nat?" Tony asked.

"Quiet over here too. The place seems abandoned. Did we miss them?"

"Last time, Y/N and I had to go down quite a few flights of stairs before we found people, but I figured it would be different with this being the headquarters, Stark," Bucky noted, peeking around where he and Steve were stationed.

"Friday, sweep the building for me, will you?" Tony sighed.

There was a pause as Friday began her scan and got back to them in seconds.

"Multiple heat signatures detected about 294.3 meters down, sir."

"So we have some moles, it looks like," Tony snarked. "Ok. You guys know what to do."

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They indeed knew what to do, but sometimes plans don't go as planned.

They were close to being outnumbered. Steve and Nat were now in a corridor together, fighting off three different enhanced beings who were raining down their powers on the duo.

Sam was up in the sky with two other enhanced as one shot lasers out of his eyes, a jinx Tony had gotten ridiculed on, and the other controlled the wind in his vicinity, making it to where Sam's only plan of action was to dodge and fight the new currents whipping him around.

Bucky and Tony had somehow ended up in the same room and were fighting off a group of agents. They were lucky not to be confronted with any enhancement yet, but they were slowly becoming outnumbered in the chamber they were trapped in. And it was hard to tell who was an average human or one that could easily rip them apart with the right look.

"Damn it, Stark!" Bucky shouted as he punched another man straight in the chest, sending him back against a wall before another jumped him. "I told you you made this out to be too simple of a plan and mission!"

"We've handled worse," Tony argued, flying up with a guy on his back, causing him to make a sick crack in the concrete ceiling before blasting another person who was coming at him.

"Doesn't mean we have to come with one hand tied behind our back," Bucky growled, pulling a pistol from his thigh holster and shooting a few rounds, not missing.

"What do you mean one hand tied behind our back? We're handling this perfectly!" Tony chuckled nervously.

Even in the midst of swinging a right hook and kicking, every second he put another person down, Bucky managed to send a death glare Tony's way for the comment.

Then... The agents slowly spaced out, and Bucky and Tony froze as everyone stopped fighting suddenly and moved out of the way. Taking a second to catch their breath, they stayed ready for whatever was coming next. Something didn't sit well with the two as the few agents that were left went robotic and looked to the wide entrance of the room.

"Uh, Stark..." Bucky huffed in, barely labored as he stiffened in his spot.

"Yeah, I see it too," Tony cocked his head, landing back on the ground, and sauntered apprehensively to where Bucky was.

A young woman walked out from the crowd, robotic like her peers, but her eyes were glued to Bucky and Tony, whereas the others seemed to be staring ahead at nothing.

"Tony," Bucky said again, raising his gun, finger off the trigger even if the weapon was cocked.

"Hey! Children of the corn!" Tony spoke sternly, pointing a shock blaster meant to taze towards the girl. "Stop with the creepy stares. Where's the big boss?"

Bucky couldn't help the eye roll and jaw clench from his question. "Simple enough. Maybe they'll point us in the right direction," Bucky rolled his shoulders, keeping his stance taunt.

"I'd rather ask than shoot," the billionaire responded. "Come on, kid, don't make me repeat what I've been doing to your friends here," he said toward the young blonde-haired woman as unconscious bodies already littered the building. The charge in his suit's hand made a whirring sound.

The girl continued to give a blank stare, but in a fast second, her hands fisted at her sides with a white grip on her knuckles. Before either of them could react, Tony's suit buckled up, and his arms tightly fell to his side as if a rope had been wrapped around him a thousand times.

Bucky's arm was twisted and turned behind his back and of zero use as his control of it was completely ripped away from him.

"What the hell- '' Bucky grunted at the immediate reaction, causing him to stumble in his balance and fall forward. His non-metal hand was the only thing keeping him from falling face-first.

"This isn't good," Tony groaned as his suit got tighter and tighter. He let out a 'psh' sound as he was boa-constricted into his suit.

Bucky turned to see Tony's whole suit was rendered useless. And he was stuck in it.

"Friday! Eject!" he shouted, but it was no use. The only thing opening that suit was a vibranium crowbar or the girl's mind constricting it.

"Steve! Nat! Sam! We need some help here!" Bucky shouted into the comms and then groaned in pain as the arm bent uncomfortably and almost unhumanlike.

"We're a little tied up," Nat replied in between hits. "Literally."

"They have us cornered in a solid concrete room. We can't get out!" Steve was in the same state of exhaustion.

"Sam?" Bucky questioned. No answer. "God damn it, Sam! The one time I want you to talk!"

Even if Sam had said something at that point, Bucky wouldn't have been able to hear it over his own scream, and his arm bowed in ways it wasn't supposed to.

They were screwed. The Avengers had finally lost a battle. Not because they couldn't fight but because they came unprepared and took the wrong precautions.

Lights began flicking, and the ground shook beneath them. As if things couldn't get worse...

"Please tell me that's an earthquake and not another one of them," Tony huffed in between difficult breaths.

The whole group, minus the girl who kept her focus on the metal-enhanced men, turned to another entrance as if feeling something Bucky and Tony couldn't.

"I doubt that's an earthquake..." Bucky mumbled as he heard something coming from the dark hall but couldn't see anything. Screams and thuds sounded and grew closer.

Then, every light in the building went out, some shattering in the glass covers they were in.

"Bucky! Are you guys ok? What is that?" Steve shouted.

"Not us," Bucky answered.

"Sam?" Nat seconded.

Still no answer.

Even with his enhancements, he couldn't see anything besides the outlines of the people already in the room. He tried to use the distraction to get his arm loose or at least grab for a weapon with his arm that was free, but it was close to no use with the vibranium material being manipulated.

He patted around his squatted position, remembering a knife he had tucked in his boot, but knew it was equivalent to one bullet. His only shot and only weapon now.

Taking a deep breath as the sounds of anguish and torment sounded closer, he focused his senses to use his aim as his last resort. Even if he could hinder what was coming, it'd possibly give Stark enough time to get everyone out.

Just as he planned to throw it in the dark toward the girl who was keeping them incapacitated, the lights came back on, and the last person he was expecting was standing in what one could only describe as fury and raw power.

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jenstar1992-2 · 3 years

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Heaven

Pairing: Echo X Reader

Warnings: Some language, insinuations of sexual activities (I don’t know if that’s the right wording necessarily, but there it is), mentions of nightmares, loss, and grieving.

Word Count: 3,836

A/N: So, I'm not sure what all devices in the Star Wars universe are called, and in order to not sound completely inept, I decided to just describe the devices' functions instead of naming them and seeing as I've never come across some of these types of devices in Star Wars, I figured this was the best way to go. I hope that makes sense. Also, I have added a lyric video below for reference. I was initially going to just link an already existing lyric video for the song, but then I just decided to make one instead, using some visuals that better fit the content. Which then meant I had to create a Youtube channel just to upload the thing and link it here, because it wouldn’t let me upload directly from my laptop. 🤷🏼‍♀️ So that's there if anyone wants it, and I now have a Youtube channel for my longer edits.

It was one of those nice, quiet evenings, the kind you didn't get very often ever since you started working with The Bad Batch. They weren't necessarily the rowdiest bunch of clones you'd met, but they did seem to always find a way to interrupt you and your boyfriend's alone time.

It seemed like every time you and Echo found a quiet moment where it was just the two of you, one, if not the whole lot, of them would come barging in out of nowhere, needing something or another. Although, you were pretty sure Wrecker just did it because he thought it was funny to annoy you, and knowing that fact only annoyed you more, but you'd let it slide, always reassuring yourself that there would be a next time, one that wouldn't be intruded upon. It seemed that tonight was one of those times, seeing as the four commandos were off gathering supplies at the nearby village of the planet you were temporarily taking residence on, and you were planning on making the most of it while you could.

It didn't take you long to locate your boyfriend, despite your first impressions the Havoc Marauder was not that big of a craft, so there were only so many places he could be. You found him in the communal sleeping quarters, sitting on the bunk you two shared, datapad in hand reading something or another, as usual. You had been given your own bunk, but after your first week with the group, you realized that you preferred to just sleep together. You both had a little trouble sleeping and found that sleeping in one another's embrace seemed to keep the nightmares at bay and gave you both a much more restful sleep.

You walked over and sat beside him, sliding your arms around his middle and holding him as you rested your head on his shoulder. He chuckled and wrapped the nearest arm around you, keeping you close as he continued to read.

You smiled and let out a contented sigh. Moments like this were rare alright, which is what made you appreciate them more when they did occur. It was just nice to be able to have a sweet moment with your love without a joke being made, or the always popular, "Get a room" comment.

"Would love to", you'd say, "Only problem is, it just so happens to be everyone's room."

"Damn, doesn't that bite the big one", would come Crosshair's snide remark, as he shook his head, mocking you like the snarky ass he was.

It was a good thing that deep down you really did like these guys, or you would've kicked some asses long ago.

You reveled in this quiet moment for a while longer before peeking at the datapad in his hand and asking, "So, what are you reading this time, anything interesting, or just more boring rule books?"

He laughed and shook his head. "You know, I don't just read reg manuals", he responded, turning his head to give you a smirk.

You shrugged. "I know, but you definitely read them a lot more than anyone else I know. I'm not even sure if some of the boys have ever read them actually."

He laughed again and you smiled at the sound. "Well, I'd like to think I've been branching out more lately with my literary escapades. I'm at least trying to be more fun, wouldn't want your book worm of a boyfriend boring you to death", he said, leaning into you with a light shove before straightening up again.

You chuckled and held him a bit tighter. "Yeah, you're a book worm alright, but you’re my book worm, and you’re not boring love, far from it", you said as you pulled your head from his shoulder to meet his gaze.

His eyes softened as he looked into yours, silently thanking you for the praise. He leaned his face to yours and kissed you lovingly, and with so much softness it almost hurt when he pulled away.

You just gazed into each other's eyes for a minute before you remembered why you'd come to find him in the first place.

You unwrapped your arms from around him. "Speaking of trying to be more fun, I have something fun we could do", you said with a bright smile.

He eyed you curiously. "Oh yeah, what did you have in mind?"

You rose from the bunk to stand in front of him, grabbing the datapad from his flesh hand and tossing it on the pillow beside him, taking the now empty hand and his cybernetic one in yours and pulling him to his feet.

"You are going to indulge your girlfriend, who's been waiting all day for this mind you, with a dance", you replied, smile still taking over your features.

He cocked an eyebrow, as if your response surprised him. "Huh, definitely not what I thought you were going to say", he said.

"And what did you think I was going to say", you asked with a smirk as you went to your original bunk above your shared one and pulled out a small electronic device, typing away on it, searching for something.

"Well, I, um... I thought, uh...", Echo stammered, as he rubbed the back of his neck, still searching for the right words. He cleared his throat before saying, "Uh, nothing, nothing, so a dance, huh?"

You shook your head and chuckled at his nervous behavior, you knew exactly what he thought you'd meant, but you weren't going to embarrass him any further.

"Yes, a dance", you replied, finding the audio file you'd been searching for and pulling it up. You then connected the device to the small amplifying device on the table across the room.

"That sounds nice cyare, but I don't know how to dance", he confessed shyly.

You smiled and looked to him. "Then I'll teach you", you told him, pressing on the file to play it and setting the device back on the bed.

As the soft music filled the room, you walked to your now flustered looking boyfriend, taking him by the hand and then slowly guiding him to take your hips. He didn't hesitate to do so, and as he rested his hands on you, and you placed yours around his neck, a light blush rose on his cheeks. He always got like this when you two did anything even remotely intimate. It baffled you that after this long of being together, and after doing much more than this, that he'd be this worked up over, what you saw as, a simple act. But maybe it wasn't so simple to him, maybe the years of touch deprivation had him craving it more than you realized, and add the emotion behind the action, the love you felt transferring between the two of you in something as small as a glance, and you could understand his reaction. This realization had you thanking whatever powers at be for bringing you two together, allowing you to be that person for him, because it was truly a gift, one you wouldn't take for granted.

You began to slowly sway your body from side to side, coaxing him to follow your movements. As you both found the right pace and swayed in time to the song's slow rhythm, you listened to the words being sung and let your mind wander, the words bringing memories to the surface of your consciousness.

Oh, thinkin' about our younger years,

There was only you and me,

We were young and wild and free.

You remembered when you'd first met Echo, back when he was a new addition to the 501st. A young trooper, who's dream was to one day receive ARC statues. You had become fast friends, and after only a few months it was clear that your friendship had grown into something more. It was obvious you two had feelings for each other, the only people who were blind to this were you and Echo. A problem that was soon remedied by his brother, Fives, who had all but forced Echo to admit how he felt to you, which he did, albeit, with quite a bit of struggle on his part, the poor guy could barely get his words out. Luckily, you had caught on to what he was trying to say, and took pity on him, deciding to take this opportunity to tell him that you felt the same.

You still remember the look of surprise on his face at your confession, he hadn't believed it at first, but when you plucked up the courage to grab him by the chest plate and pull him into a tender kiss, he knew you weren't lying, and this had his heart soaring.

Now nothing can take you away from me.

We've been down that road before,

But that's over now.

You keep me comin' back for more.

After the battle to defend Kamino, Echo had finally gotten what he'd been working so hard to achieve, he had been promoted to ARC Trooper, and you couldn't have been happier for him. You remember him coming into your station of the hangar to tell you the good news.

You'd been working on fixing up some loose wiring on a transport ship when you were suddenly lifted from the ground and the world spun around you. After a moment of disorientation, you found your bearings and stared up at the culprit, only to find your boyfriend beaming down at you.

"Woah, where's the fire", you asked in jest.

"No fire, just have some good news", he responded, still smiling wide.

"Oh, ok then, spill."

"We did it", he said simply.

"Umm, ok, who did what exactly", you asked, furrowing your brows in confusion.

"Fives and I, we're being made ARC Troopers", he said, his chest puffing out a bit with pride.

"What, that's great", you practically shouted, and pulled him into a tight embrace. "I knew you could do it; you've worked so hard, you deserve this. I'm so happy for you, you're finally getting your dream."

He squeezed you tighter. "Thank you, and thank you for always believing in me, even when I didn't", he said quietly.

You pulled back to look at him before speaking. "I'll always believe in you Echo. Always and forever."

That was your thing, the mantra of your relationship, if you will, "I'll love you always and forever". This was because you both believed it to be true. Neither one of you could see yourselves falling for anyone else or loving another the way you did each other.

“Always and forever cyare”, he said, smiling softly at you, “And now I can focus on my other dream.”

You gave him confused look. “Other dream, what’s your other dream”, you asked.

His smile grew as he leaned in to speak low in your ear. “You”, he said, making your stomach do a somersault.

You knew it would be difficult, but you two wanted to plan a future together, and spend whatever time you had left together making a family and living a quiet, happy life. Once this miserable war was over, that's exactly what you were going to do.

Unfortunately, things don't always work out the way we want them to, and your dreams of a peaceful life with your beloved were shattered when the day came that the 501st returned from their mission on Lola Sayu, minus an ARC Trooper.

Oh, once in your life you'll find someone,

Who will turn your world around,

Pick you up when you're feelin' down.

Now nothing can change what you mean to me.

There's a lot that I could say,

But just hold me now.

Fives had been the one to give you the dreadful news and had stayed to help you through the initial shock and pain of it all. He had been ready for the inevitable tears he knew would come and did they ever. You couldn't remember a time before that, where you had cried with as much vigor or to the extent that you had, when shedding tears for your lost love.

I've been waiting for so long,

For somethin' to arrive,

For love to come along.

Time seemed to pass by agonizingly slow, as you tried to regain some semblance of normalcy in your life. Having both lost the person you held dear, you and Fives had found a new understanding for one another, and subsequently formed a close bond. He was the friend you desperately needed, just as you were for him. So, when you eventually lost him as well, you were beside yourself with grief.

Instead of wallowing in your sorrow, like you wanted to, you decided to throw yourself into your work, trying desperately to keep yourself busy, so as to not give yourself time to think of what you had lost. This worked most of the time, but there were always those times when something would remind you of them, a laugh that was just too close to the one you remembered, or a smile from a kind trooper that hit too close to home. Then there were those nights where you would wake from a nightmare and reach out beside you for a comforting hand, only to find empty space, those times were the hardest. It took everything you had inside you to just keep on going, because you knew that they wouldn't have wanted you to give up, so you carried on, even when it hurt.

Now our dreams are comin' true,

Through the good times and the bad,

I'll be standin' there by you.

It had been a year since the mission on Lola Sayu, a year of you trying to get on with your life, and forget the past, because remembering only caused you more pain. But life has a funny, if not sadistic, way of turning on its head and changing your course when you least expect it, because soon after that year mark, you received the news you never thought you'd get.

"He's alive", Rex said, eyes boring into yours, trying to get you to believe what he was telling you, but you weren't about to give in that easily.

"What you're saying is impossible, both you and Fives told me you saw him die at the citadel, and now you're telling me he miraculously survived. I'm not buying it, and I don't appreciate you trying to get my hopes up, just so they can be ripped back down once you're proven wrong", you said, with more venom in your voice than you had intended.

"I know I'm right on this one, (Y/N). I heard him, it was Echo's voice on that transmission, I'm sure of it", he reiterated, desperate for you to listen, or to at least consider it to be true.

"I'm sorry Rex, but I just can't believe what you're saying. I can't take another blow, I just can't, because if I do, I fear I won't make it out the other side this time" you said as tears began to fill your eyes.

Rex placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I understand, but I promise you, I'm telling the truth, Echo is alive, and I'm going to bring him home, I'm going to bring him back to you", he said, with so much conviction that you almost believed him, almost.

"Don't make promises you can't keep", you told him despondently.

He looked you in the eye, a determined expression on his face. "I intend to keep this one", he said, and he did.

No more than two days later, the team sent on the rescue mission to Skako Minor returned, with Echo.

You couldn't believe your eyes when Rex took you to see him in the med bay. He was different, that was for sure, but he was still Echo, he was still the man you loved, and you were just glad he was home.

And Baby you're all that I want,

When you're lying here in my arms,

I'm finding it hard to believe,

We're in heaven.

During his first mission, after being back, he had proven to still be the loyal soldier he had always been and had unofficially been dubbed the "Hero of Anaxes" for his brave actions.

After this mission he had also been extended the invitation to join The Bad Batch by their sergeant, which he wanted to accept, but not if it meant leaving you behind. So, Echo convinced the commandos that having a mechanic around wouldn't be such a bad idea, and they agreed.

That's how you ended up here, the mechanic onboard the Havoc Marauder, who was currently being held in the arms of the person she loved most in this galaxy, swaying to the soft music filling the air around them, in total bliss.

Love is all that I need,

And I found it there in your heart.

It isn't too hard to see,

We're in heaven.

Your head had been resting against Echo's chest, as you listened to the steady heartbeat beneath it. You never wanted this moment to end, and by the way he was holding you, without any indication of ever letting go, you were pretty sure he felt the same.

You lifted your head to look up at him, while keeping yourself flush against him, needing the contact to silently remind yourself that he was still here, he was with you. Something you still had a hard time believing from time to time, but it was real, he was here, and you were never letting go.

It had been some time since Anaxes, not a tremendous amount, but enough time where you could see a noticeable change in your boyfriend's appearance. He had filled out more and looked a lot less gaunt than he had initially upon his return. His color had improved as well, not fully, but with enough time, you were sure, he'd regain his copper glow. His hair was the other noticeable change, it had started to grow out again, and while it hadn't gotten to the length it was, there was enough where you could easily run your fingers through it, as you often did, absentmindedly.

This thought caused your hand to move of its own accord and slot itself amongst the short curls adorning his head. He gave a contented sigh as you started mindlessly running your fingers over his scalp, scratching lightly, and he leaned into your touch as his eyes closed, this always relaxed him.

After a moment, he opened his eyes to look at you, a soft smile taking shape over his features, before lowering his head to rest it against yours, both of you shutting your eyes to revel in the moment.

We're in heaven.

The music faded and soon the room fell silent. You both ceased your swaying but continued to stay in the embrace.

After what felt like an eternity, but had only been a few seconds, you broke the silence and said, "I love you Echo."

He smiled and replied, "I love you (Y/N). Always and forever."

You gave a smile of your own, the words bringing you back to those early days of your relationship, when anything was possible, and your future was bright. It could be that way again, now that you were together again, nothing was impossible.

"Always and forever", you echoed back.

With that, he closed the small gap between you and brought you into a passionate kiss.

Everything that had gone unspoken was expressed in this kiss; all the love and adoration that had built between you two over the years, all the pain that you both endured during your separation, all the missed time, and the promise that you would never be parted again, and that you would continue to strive for the future you two had planned so long ago. You were happier than you'd ever been and nothing could ruin this moment.

Suddenly, as if the universe itself wanted to prove you wrong, the door slid open and in walked all four commandos, with Wrecker in the lead.

"See, I told ya we'd find them doin' some sappy stuff", Wrecker said in his booming voice, effectively breaking your quiet moment, and your kiss, which in turn, pissed you off.

You both gave an annoyed sigh before turning to face the men. You crossed your arms over your chest and gave your best scowl in their direction, which only caused Wrecker to laugh. He'd so be getting an ass kicking later.

"Let's just be glad we didn't walk in on something... more intimate", Crosshair said, eyeing the both of you while giving a sly grin.

You let out an annoyed huff. "Yeah, you wish", you retorted, which only earned you a chuckle from the sniper. Okay, add another one to the "people who need an ass kicking" list. "I think you're both just jealous", you said, trying to make it sound snarky.

"Of this guy", Wrecker asked as he walked over, clapping his hand down on Echo's shoulder. "Damn straight, I mean, he’s got a bombshell for a girlfriend, how could we not be, he's one lucky bastard", he said, although you couldn't quite tell if he was being sarcastic or not. Either way it ticked you off, but before you could throw the punch you had geared up for, Echo pulled you to him, holding you securely against him and effectively blocking your way to the giant commando.

"Easy cyare, no need for bloodshed, and besides, he has a point", he said, leaning in and lowering his voice, "I am a very lucky man."

You shook your head at him but couldn't help the grin that formed at his words.

"Okay, that's enough boys, let's give the happy couple some privacy shall we. Besides, Wrecker, it's your turn to make dinner", Hunter interrupted, giving his brother a stern look.

"Oh man, again, I thought I just did that", Wrecker grumbled.

"You did, when it was your turn last week", Tech told him matter-of-factly.

Wrecker made a noise of aggravation before leaving the room, mumbling incoherently in displeasure. The other two followed him out, as you gave Hunter a thankful smile before he nodded and made his exit, letting the door slide shut behind him.

You turned back to Echo, who still had you in his embrace.

"So, where were we", you inquired, a soft smile back on your face.

He feigned ponderment. "Hmm, I believe we were right about...", he began, and suddenly pulled you close enough that your noses were touching, "Here", he finished, his smile widening before bringing you in for another heated kiss. You melted into it and fell into another state of bliss.

You stayed like that for another long moment, as the world faded around you. Wrapped in a loving embrace, engaged in an impassioned kiss, and lost in your own personal heaven.

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An Untamed Fire | Part 2

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader X Guardians Part 2 in a series: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Summary: Peter, Gamora, and Drax set out to find you, and you learn something about your powers.

Author’s Note: Based off this prompt from Anon. This was originally going to be a one-shot, but then Tumblr told me I had reached the post length limit, sooo I had to break it up into different chapters. And then I stopped writing for like... forever. And now it’s here. Some people asked in the notes of the last part to be tagged when this came out, so here you go : @sourwolf-sterek32 @b-brightlee @capitanostella @stranger-blink @cas-kingdom Word Count: 2121

You woke the next morning stiff from being curled up in the thicket all night. You would have chosen to just stay in the thicket forever if it weren’t for unfortunate morning ...duties you needed to take care of, one of which being finding water as your throat was incredibly dry from having cried yourself to sleep the night before. After you took care of the more pressing matters you set off to find a stream or any other source of water, all the while trying to figure out where you would go after that.

***

Peter and Gamora woke early and prepared to go looking for you. Drax woke shortly later and announced he was going to help search as well. Rocket kept to his word and refused to leave the ship, and little Groot wanted to help search but Peter suggested he stay behind with Rocket, as well as Mantis.

After making sure Drax and Gamora had their communicators on them, he suggested they split up and cover more ground. "If anyone finds her, call back to the others so they can head in that direction, just in case she tries to run again, ok?" Peter instructed.

The others agreed and they set off in different directions to look for you.

***

You had walked for nearly twenty minutes before you heard running water. It was another 10 before the river finally fell into your line of sight. When you reached the water you tentatively tested it to make sure it was safe and not some crazy river of anything not water and possibly deadly. Thankfully it seemed to be just water, and you gratefully drank and splashed some on your face.

You sat on the edge of the bank against a large tree, wondering what your next move would be when you heard a twig snap from somewhere behind you, making you jolt. You quickly stood and hid behind some flowering bushes near your tree, carefully looking for the source of the sound. A few moments passed of relative silence before you heard the sound again, closer this time.

You scanned the dense forest from the safety of your hiding place for whatever was producing the noise and after a few moments you were finally granted an answer. A large, black, elk-like creature walked out of the brush and towards the stream of water, followed by three much smaller offspring. The creatures had bodies like elk, only perhaps squatter, with faces more similar to those of goats. They had no tails, but they did have large steer like horns sprouting from their heads and greyish underbellies. They held an odd beauty and grace about them and you relaxed, opting to watch them silently so as to not scare them away as they drank.

However, good things don't always last forever.

You had been watching for several long moments before you let out a startled scream upon feeling a hand rest on your shoulder, no doubt scaring the creatures away.

You quickly whip around to find Drax standing before you. You tried to back away, but only succeeding in backing into the tree you had been leaning on previously.

"Wait!" Drax said, holding his hands up. "I do not wish to kill you!"

Your eyes widen in confusion and surprise. 'Kill me? Was that an option on the table right now?' You thought.

Drax continued, "I've already contacted Peter and Gamora, they will be here soon in case you try to run. We don't wish to harm you."

"Drax please, just leave me!" You beg exhaustedly, looking around and realizing there was no way for you to take off. There was a stream to your left, bushes to your right, a giant tree against your back, and Drax in front of you. There was no option that allowed you to get away quickly. Even if there was you knew you probably couldn't outrun Drax. "You saw what I did, there's no place for someone like me on the team!"

“We can find one.” Drax attempted to reason. “We can help you contr- Wait! Stop!” he suddenly shouted, his face one of surprised concern as he grabbed you and pulled you away from the bush.

You looked over to see that the leaves of the bush, once lush and green, were now drying out and smoldering away, glowing red edges illuminating how the flowers were now dehydrating and turning to ash, crumbling off their stems. Somehow you were evaporating the moisture out of the foliage to allow it to burn. You had no idea you could even do that.

Peter and Gamora broke through some more bushes and came upon the scene, first seeing Drax's hold on your arm and then glancing over to see the still smoldering bush, eyes widening. You began to shake and turned into Drax’s chest and sobbed. Through your tears you tried to explain that you couldn’t control it, that you didn’t know how to make it stop.

Drax, not the best with strong emotions, awkwardly hugged you in an attempt at comfort. “I know, but we can help you learn how to control it. I believe in you.” he said comfortingly. However, after saying this he looked at Peter to shake his head in a “I don’t really believe,” gesture as you continued to bury your face in his chest.

Gamora attempted to reason with you. “Look, we can help you. You don’t have to live in fear of this ability!” “You should have come to us, we would have understood.” added Peter.

“How could you?” you say disbelievingly, finally pulling away from Drax to turn and look at them. “How could you possibly understand?”

Peter looked at Gamora for help, to which she gestured that she had nothing to offer. Yes, he could bring up how he briefly had powers before he killed his birth father, but that didn’t seem to be helpful at the moment considering his powers never caused him to accidentally destroy anything or hurt anyone. There was also the fact that he was only really aware of them for a day before he lost them.

“That’s what I thought.” you say sullenly. “I’m a freak, and I literally destroy everything.” you gestured to the bush, a third of the way gone by now.

“Look, ah, we can start now.” started Peter. “Just, ah, concentrate and try to stop burning this bush.”

“Don’t you get it?” you exclaim. “I don’t know how to stop the fires on my own! I don’t even know if I can! I just try to smother them as quick as I can, and I can’t exactly smother that, now can I? The bush is nearly as tall as me!” As you spoke the smoldering only seemed to quicken in pace and small flames started to sprout throughout the already smoldering foliage, making the others nervous.

“Try to relax.” Gamora offered. “Try to clear your mind, see if that works.”

You thought the idea stupid, how could you possibly clear your mind right now? However, you attempted anyway, closing your eyes.

“Ok. Now just breathe.”

You steadied you breathing and tried to visualize the fire stopping. You opened your eyes and continued to focus on thinking on trying to stop the fire.

This continued for several minutes before Drax spoke up.

"Nothing is changing. Maybe she can’t?"

"Wow, way to be supportive, buddy." Peter scolded, rolling his eyes. However, it was true that nothing had really changed. The burning may have slowed, but the bush was nearly halfway burned now. With no way to transport water from the stream to throw on the smoldering bush, you all knew it was time for a crash session in controlling your powers if you didn’t want to accidentally burn down the forest.

"Hmmm..." Gamora thought a moment. "When this happens, how do you normally feel?"

You winced, talking about feelings wasn't exactly something you felt like doing right now, you weren’t exactly great about sharing your feelings with others. Suddenly a pop and an explosion of sparks from the bush made you all jump.

“Wait! What were you feeling just then?” Gamora asked, getting an idea.

“Is that really important right now?” you asked, sighing in frustration.

“Yes.” Gamora stated. “I think how you feel has an effect on your ability. Think about it, it’s an extension of yourself. Like an arm or a leg.”

“I’m listening.” you respond with a raised eyebrow. You had never thought about your power like that before, and the thought was rather intriguing.

“You can think about moving your arm, and it doesn’t necessarily happen. You have to will it to happen if you want your limbs to move, right?” she looked at you expectantly, hoping you would understand where she was going.

“Yeah...” You were actually pretty surprised, she was making a lot of sense. Peter and Drax looked impressed as well.

“So, if I were to do this,” she pinched Peter’s arm, making him jerk back with an irritated yelp. “then Peter moves automatically. He doesn’t think to react, he wills his body to move in reflex to the pain. What if this is a reflex to being upset?” she motioned to the bush.

“Like earlier with Rocket!” Peter realized. “He was being a total dick and you set his tail on fire.”

“I didn’t mean to!” you despair, covering your face in shame. Another pop could be heard from the bush, and the others noticed the burning had increased in pace again, now spreading into the next bush. If you couldn’t make this stop, there was a chance there was about to be a much bigger problem on all your hands.

“We know, we know!” Gamora soothed. “But use that! I don’t think you can control it by thinking, I think you need to will it.”

“Yeah.” Peter agreed. “Yondu told me that’s how he controlled his arrow. He didn’t use his head, he used his heart.” Peter’s own heart tugged at the memory, remembering how that advice had helped him back with Ego. “Don’t think about it, just use your heart.”

You looked at Peter and nodded before turning back to the bush. “Alright. I’ll try.” You closed your eyes once more, thinking that perhaps trying to clear your mind would help when your thoughts were interrupted by Peter interjecting.

“Try to think happy thoughts.”

You actually let a short laugh at the idea. “Alright, Peter Pan.” you quipped, rolling your eyes and letting a small smile slip. “What’s next? Gonna tell me you got fairy dust in your pocket?”

“I thought his last name was Quill?” questioned Drax. “And what is ‘fairy dust’?”

As Peter explained to Drax that, yes his last name was still Quill and who Peter Pan was Gamora noticed your demeanor had changed. You seemed much less anxious. She also noticed that the actual flames had extinguished and that the bush was now back to just smoldering slowly and she nudged Peter so he could also take notice of this. You, however, had let yourself become distracted by Peter and hadn’t noticed yet. “Hey, it’s actually working.” Peter said, bringing your attention back to the bush. “Happy thoughts wasn’t such a dumb idea after all, was it?”

“Oh shut it, doofus.” you cracked back, not wanting to admit his silly idea was working, but the others could see the relief in your eyes as you indeed realized it to be true.

“Nope! Now ya gotta admit I was right.” Peter laughed, pulling you into a hug and ruffling your hair. He knew you wouldn’t say it out loud, but he knew it always cheered you up when he was playful with you, cracking dumb jokes and wrestling together like children. He looked over to Gamora and she understood what he was doing. He was finding your happy thoughts.

You laughed and tried to shove him away. “Quit it! Did you forget I’m supposed to be trying to put that bush out?”

“Doesn’t look to be on fire to me, look.” he said, turning you to see the bush, now mostly ash and half its size, but very much not on fire anymore.

Your eyes began to water, tears of relief threatening to spill over as you turned around and hugged him tightly. “I can’t believe that worked. I-I did it. I stopped it!” you looked up into his eyes. “Thank you.” you said softly.

Peter responded by hugging you tighter. “We knew you could do it, kiddo.”

“I had doubts.” Drax murmured, receiving a punch in the arm from Gamora before the four of you began to make your way back to the ship.

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Truth or Dare - TFOTA Modern AU One-Shot

Hey Y’all! So I was originally going to write this for Folktober, but then realized that I had a different idea for this prompt, but I mean @jurdannet @jurdannetrevels, if you want to include it, by all means. I know its for day 11.

I hope you guys enjoy this, and let me know what you think. I had a blast writing this, so that definitely helps!

“Who wants to play a game?” Taryn heard from across the room. Almost immediately, everyone began to form a circle, debating on Spin the Bottle, Never Have I Ever, and other weird high school party games.

This made sense, because it was exactly where she was, a weird high school party thrown by her twin sister’s boyfriend. All of their friends were in attendance, something that rarely happened since they started their senior year and began college applications and everything. Liliver and Van, leaning against one another on her left, Cardan and Jude practically on top of each other on the other side. Garrett was next to them in the circle, inching closer to his cousin Locke, not that it was any better considering he had his tongue down the throat of his boyfriend, Valerian. Across from Taryn, Nicasia just looked at them in disgust.

Once upon a time ago, Taryn never would have thought that she would find herself at a party with Cardan, let alone his group of friends. It had been her, Jude, Liliver, Van and Garrett, while Cardan had run around with Nicasia, Valerian and Locke. Now here they are, laughing and drinking, playing party games with former enemies, and all because Jude finally got the guts to walk up and kiss Cardan in the middle of lunch, unaware of his own mutual feelings for her.

“I have an idea. How about Truth or Dare?” Everybody looked surprised at the sound of Taryn’s voice. It was completely out of character for her to decide on a game, especially one like Truth or Dare. From the look on Jude’s face, she could tell her twin was trying to decide whether Taryn had had too much to drink, or had been abducted by aliens. Jude said as much, but Taryn only laughed before turning to Nicasia.

“Help me out here, Nic. I know you like to play Truth or Dare,” Taryn said. The girl on the other side of the circle only swept her blue-green hair over her shoulder before nodding her agreement. That was a strange friendship, Taryn and Nicasia. It was definitely one if the least expected to come out of this merging of groups. But Taryn respected Nic, how she made her presence known and fought for what she wanted, even if what she wanted wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It also wouldn’t be lying if Taryn said she had a small crush on the girl, not that the feelings were reciprocated. No, they were just friends. Taryn had made sure of that multiple times, through multiple sources.

“Ok then… Let’s play Truth or Dare.” Jude laughed, getting up to grab a full bottle of tequila that their older sister Vivi had supplied, before leaving for a date with her girlfriend with only a ‘be safe kids’. Jude placed the tequila in the middle of the floor, a ritual for every game that they played (unless it was Spin the Bottle, then the tequila was moved to the side and passed around).

Cardan began the game, claiming this was his house and therefore he should be first. “Jude, my sweet villain, my forever love, truth or dare?” Jude smirked at her boyfriend, a second game playing out between the two of them.

“Why Cardan, you should know by now that I would never pick truth. Hit me with that dare.”

“Very well, let’s start this game with a bang then. Jude, I dare you to grab something from the kitchen, and eat it as seductively as you can.” Cardan smirked, but Jude did exactly that, grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl even as everybody groaned.

Jude went next, her victim being Liliver who chose truth and disclosed her sexual fetish. The game continued, some truths, mostly dares. Lots of drinking. That was the point of the tequila. If the dare, or the truth, was not answered to the extent wanted by the asker, both parties had to take a drink of the bottle. Taryn liked to switch back and forth between her truths and her dares, and had taken her share of the tequila multiple times because of her reluctance to partake in particularly risque dares.

Around the sixth round, everybody definitely buzzed, the bottle about halfway, things began to get interesting. It was Cardan’s turn again. Instead of asking Jude a question, as he had done for the past 5 rounds, he turned his attention to Nicasia, the only other person besides Jude to never turn down a dare. “Hello Nicasia,” he slurred slightly.

“Cardan, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Nicasia, truth or dare?” With her response of dare, Cardan continued. “I dare you… to kiss your crush, and if they are not in this circle, then you have to call them in front of us and tell them how you feel.”

“Cardan, you are such an dick. Jude, I hope you don’t like him too much.” Nicasia remained calm, even as a deadly smile appeared on her face. Jude only gave a nervous laugh, afraid of what she might do to Cardan. Taryn could see a vein bulging on the side of Nic’s neck, but just as quickly as the expression appeared, it disappeared as she looked around the room, and then at the bottle of alcohol in the middle of the floor.

She grabbed it, taking a big swig, and there was a gasp heard from Locke, at the idea that Nicasia was declining the dare. “Don’t hold your breath, asshole. I’m doing the dare. I just needed a little bit of liquid luck.” With that, Nicasia stood up and walked across the circle.

At first, Taryn thought that she was heading towards Van, her mind racing with all the problems that would solve. Those thoughts were erased as Nicasia paused in front of her, reaching for Taryn’s hand to pull her up. Cold hands reached for Taryn’s face before Nicasia’s ruby red lips made their mark on her own. Immediately, one of Taryn’s hands found a spot in the soft spot of Nicasia’s torso, the other moving to tangle in her curly hair as she deepened the kiss.

As Nicasia’s lips found Taryn’s, it was fireworks. There were no time restrictions, the world was on pause. Taryn would happily have remained that way, fighting for dominance in the never ending kiss, until it did end. Time seemed to resume as Nicasia pulled away, a deep red blush blooming on her pale skin.

Taryn was the first to talk. “I… I didn’t know you felt that way. About girls, about me.” As Nicasia looked away, Taryn grabbed her face, meeting Nicasia’s sea blue eyes, letting her see the emotions, the desire in her own eyes.

She leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss on Nicasia’s lips. Suddenly, there was a loud commotion of whistles and catcalls coming from their friends, who had finally processed what they had seen and were now about to make a big deal about it.

“You know,” Nicasia smiled, returning to her old self, confidence coming back by the second, “I think this party is getting a little boring. What do you say about getting out of here, find ourselves a new scene?”

Taryn nodded. “I’d like that.” Smiling, she grabbed Nicasia’s hand as she was pulled out the door. Just before it shut, Taryn could’ve sworn she saw Nicasia utter a thank you to Cardan. All that was forgotten, however, as Nicasia pulled Taryn to her, and kissed her as though they had all the time in the world. And perhaps they did.

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Love, hate on

By @madasthesea for @the-dust-of-stars

Part of the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange

Rating: G

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Original Female Villain, Original Male Villains

Summary: She’d planned for this moment for two years, seven months, and eighteen days: As she’d stood above her daughter’s freshly dug grave, she’d decided that Tony Stark would die by her hand. And now was her moment.

She had only intended to grab Stark, tell him what he’d done that merited the punishment she was going to give, and kill him fast before anyone started looking. But here was this kid, an act of providence.

She didn’t have to tell Stark now, she could show him. She could make him suffer like she’d suffered, make him pay for his crimes. An eye for an eye, a child for a child.

Mara Shepherd crouched silently in the back of a gray van, eyes fixed on the surveillance footage playing on the little laptop screen in front of her. Any minute now, Tony Stark would be walking past her van.

She’d planned for this moment for two years, seven months, and eighteen days: As she’d stood above her daughter’s freshly dug grave, she’d decided that Tony Stark would die by her hand. And now was her moment.

He appeared on screen, his goatee making him instantly recognizable even on the pixelated screen.

“Go,” she barked to Elliot and Greg, the two henchmen she’d coerced into helping her. People who hated Tony Stark were in no short supply.

The van doors snapped open and the two men leaped out, one with a black bag at the ready, the other with a baseball bat. Mara stayed in the van and watched.

Stark jumped into action immediately, throwing a right hook at Greg’s face that caught him square on the jaw.

“Hey!” A young voice shouted, and Mara looked up to see a teenage boy only a few paces behind Stark. He, too, darted forward, his fists balled as if he was ready to fight.

“No, kid,” Stark gasped, trying to shake off Elliot’s grasp on his arms. Greg came back into the fray, his baseball bat prepped. “Look out,” Stark yelled, his voice strained as Greg swung at the unsuspecting teen, who was trying to pry Elliot off of Tony.

The kid managed to duck the first swing, whirling with wide eyes to see his attacker, but he wasn’t ready for Elliot to drop Stark like a sack of potatoes, grab the kid by the back of the shirt, and throw him into the side of van. He connected head first and slid to the ground, blinking dizzily.

“Mr. Stark,” the boy said, trying to stand up.

“Just bring the kid,” Mara snapped, very aware that someone might come around the corner any second.

Elliot grabbed the bat from Greg’s hand, swung, and connected. The kid went limp in the gutter.

“No!” Stark shouted, his voice hoarse. Greg took the opportunity to punch Tony in the temple, making him crumple to the pavement. The bag went over his head, the men collected their prizes, and they were back in the van, hurtling away from the scene.

Mara had bought the storage unit ten months ago. The company had since gone out of business, but she’d made copies of the key, came back regularly to make sure she could still access it. It was the perfect place for an execution.

She had Greg and Elliot set the two up in chairs facing each other, tightly bound with zipties. Then they all sat back and waited.

She didn’t know what to do about the kid. As far as she knew, he was just a passerby who’d recognized Iron Man and wanted to be his hero’s hero. Not necessarily a condemnation, but now that he was here, a witness to her crime, she couldn’t just let him go. It was a complication, and she spent the quiet minutes puzzling out what to do to fix it.

Stark started coming around first, squinting at the three of them in the bad fluorescent lighting, and cursing emphatically. Then he saw the teenager sitting across from him and his expression fell into something serious and angry.

The kid groaned only a couple seconds later and Mara watched as Stark’s attention immediately snapped toward him.

“Hey, kid. Kid.” The boy looked up, blinking blearily and seemed to struggle to locate Stark. Maybe Elliot had been a little more aggressive than she’d thought. When he did, they stared at each other for a long minute, as if having a silent conversation.

“You ok?” Stark finally asked.

“Um, I guess. What—what’s going on?”

“Just some people without any manners wanted a chat with me. But we’ll be on our way to lunch any minute, don’t worry, kid.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” Mara purred. Stark glanced at her, sizing her up quickly, just like he’d done with Elliot and Greg. “Cute kid, Stark. Is he yours?”

Stark rolled his eyes. “No. Some new intern. Great first day on the job, huh, bud?”

The kid gave a nervous laugh, craning his head to look at Elliot in the shadows.

“N-not quite what I expected for an orientation, Mr. Stark.” The boy closed his eyes as if in pain and Mara wondered again how hard Elliot had hit him. Stark seemed to notice as well.

She stepped back, watching as Tony eyed the kid up and down. His lips were pursed, his eyes dark. Perhaps it was merely impersonal concern—he was a supposed hero, and protecting innocent children was in the job description, even if he was a failure most of the time. But there was something familiar in it, an ingrained worry that was routine, habitual. She was a parent, too, she knew what to look for.

Stark may say he’d only met the kid today, but he was nothing if not a liar. She knew better than to believe him.

She didn’t have to tell Stark now, she could show him. She could make him suffer like she’d suffered, make him pay for his crimes. This wasn’t a complication, it was an opportunity.

Mara smirked, and sauntered towards the kid.

“Well, look at you,” she purred, reaching out and caressing the boy’s face before tilting his jaw up. Stark watched, emotionless.

The boy looked up at her, brown puppy dog eyes on full display. She could feel his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed nervously.

“What’s your name?” she asked gently.

The boy’s eyes darted toward Stark, then back. He shook his head minutely.

“No?” Mara asked, rounding the chair so she was behind the kid. She smiled at Stark, then grabbed a fistful of dark curls and yanked the boy’s head backward. A muscle in Stark’s jaw jumped. “How about now?”

“N—”

She cut the kid off. “Not asking you, sweetie. Tell me, Stark. What’s his name?”

Tony exhaled in a rush. “I don’t remember.”

Mara slapped the boy across the face. The smack echoed for a moment of shock before Stark strained against his bonds, a barely contained snarl of rage turning his mouth for a heartbeat before he schooled himself.

“Don’t make me hit him again,” she warned softly. “Just tell me his name.”

“I barely even know him,” Tony snapped, rolling his eyes.

Mara ground her teeth, quickly losing her patience. As if she couldn’t tell, as if the love Stark had for this boy wasn’t written in every line on his face.

The kid glared at her as she turned to him, sighing heavily. She backhanded him and his head snapped to the side, a red mark already forming on his pale face. When he turned back to her, his eyes were burning with anger. She stared back for a moment, memorizing the color of his irises. It was a pity he had to die; he really was a cute kid.

She turned back to Stark. “His name,” she said coolly.

“I don’t—”

“Stop lying!” Mara screamed, her hands clenched in fists at her side. She wanted to tear him apart, she wanted to see him bleed, but she knew his type. Physical pain meant nothing to him, to his pride. He would never break for his own sake. And now that the possibility has presented itself, she didn’t just want to see him dead. She wanted to see him broken.

She stepped forward until she towered over Stark, until she can lean forward and grab his face in her hand, her nails digging into his jaw.

“You think I can’t see the fear in your eyes, Stark? I’ve felt that fear. I’ve lived it. And it was your fault.”

She took a shuttering breath. Tony looked up at her, a terrible understanding in his eyes.

“And guess what,” she whispered, bending low and tightening her hold on him. “Losing him will be worse than you ever imagined.”

Tony thrashed against her hold, a snarl caught in his throat.

“Ah, ah, ah.” She stepped aside, just enough to let Stark see Elliot pulling a knife on the kid.

Tony stilled instantly, uncaring of the bruising grip Mara still had on his face. She yanked his face back around to her, but he still glanced back to the kid every second.

“Now tell me what his name is and I might make it quick,” she said.

Stark’s glare was so icy, Mara nearly shivered. She covered it up by stepping away, back toward the kid. She cast a glance at Elliot and he lowered the knife to the boy’s throat.

“Well?”

Tony hesitated for another half-second, then his shoulders slumped. “Peter,” he finally murmured.

Peter watched Tony, waited until the man looked up, and gave him a reassuring smile that reflected, distorted, off the knife under his chin.

Tony just looked heartbroken.

Mara took a deep breath and forced the memory of her daughter’s smile from her mind.

“Peter,” she repeated, nodding. Peter looked up at her, defiant. She circled his chair slowly and he turned his head to keep her in his sight as much as possible.

“Do you want to know what my daughter’s name was, Peter?”

“Yes.”

“Eliza,” Mara sighed, closing her eyes as she savored the name. “My little ‘Liza. She was seven when she died.”

“I’m sorry.” He sounded like he meant it, and she regretted again that the only way to get through to Stark was to kill his kid.

“Do you know what happened to her?”

Peter shook his head.

“He happened.” She let all of the anger and hatred she’d felt in the last two and a half years come to the surface, let it burn behind her eyes as she turned to the man that had cost her everything.

“Do you remember August 9, 2015, Stark?”

Tony looked up at her, thinking for a moment.

“There was a break-in. At the tower,” Tony finally said. “We caught them before they could take anything. They shot their way out. Four injuries, two deaths.”

The way he rattled the information off like they were statistics, like those weren’t real people made Mara’s blood boil.

“Yes,” Mara snarled. “My daughter and I were in Midtown that day. Running errands. She wanted to see Avengers Tower, to see where her heroes lived. And then she got shot and in the panic someone knocked me over. By the time I got to her she was already gone.” Her voice broke.

Stark’s expression was pinched.

“I remember,” he whispered. “I offered to pay for the funeral and you refused.”

“I don’t want your money,” Mara yelled. “I needed your help! You were there and you didn’t help!”

“I was trying to stop them from hurting anyone else. I didn’t notice in time. I’m sorry.”

“Save your useless apology, Stark. It’s two and a half years too late.”

“Then why am I here?” Tony asked, his voice resigned, like he knew that she wanted him dead. But she wanted more than that, too, and that hadn’t occurred to him yet.

“You are here,” she hissed, “to watch.”

His face fell, his eyes flicking to Peter. His heart started beating so hard she could see his pulse in his throat.

“No.”

Peter’s eyes went wide at the guttural denial that ripped out of Tony’s throat. He looked at Mara and she watched the comprehension dawn on his face as well.

“Oh,” he mouthed, his face very pale.

“No, please,” Stark begged, straining against his bonds. “Please, he has nothing to do with that, we hadn’t even met yet, he—”

“You love him,” Mara interrupted. “That’s all that matters.”

“Please, just kill me,” Tony whispered, looking up at her with a desperation on his face that she knew only too well.

“Oh, I’ll get to that,” she assured him. “You think I’m not going to kill the man that killed my baby girl? But first you have to feel it, Stark. The grief. The agony. You have to know what it feels like to watch your child bleed out in front of you.”

“Ma’am,” Peter said quietly. She turned to look at him. “I’m so sorry about your daughter. But... but that wasn’t Mr. Stark’s fault. He would never let anyone die if he could help them.”

“He’s a weapons developer,” Mara scoffed.

“He isn’t anymore,” Peter argued, shaking his head. “Besides, revenge won’t make you feel better. And it won’t bring Eliza back.”

Sighing, Mara leaned over him. She reached out to brush his bangs off his forehead, but he pulled away, looking affronted.

“My daughter deserves vengeance,” she said. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“I do,” Peter insisted, looking up at her pleadingly. “My uncle was killed in front of me. And I had the chance to go after his killer, but I didn’t. You can choose not to, too. Right now. You haven’t hurt anyone yet.”

Mara shook her head. “It’s not the same. I am sorry he brought you into this.”

“You brought me into this,” Peter snapped, any forgiveness gone from his features. Mara hummed, then turned back to Tony, who’d watched the exchange in silent panic.

“I’m not a complete monster,” she told him. “Elliot is a very good shot. It will be painless for him.”

Tony made a choked noise, clenching his hands around the armrest of the chair. His eyes were wet with unshed tears.

“I’ll even give you what I never had, Stark. I’ll give you time to say goodbye.”

Mara nodded to Elliot and Greg where they were lurking in the corner and they each stepped forward to undo the bindings holding Peter and Stark in place. The second they were loose, they both instantly spilled forward onto their knees.

Peter crashed into Tony, tucking himself under Tony’s chin and clutching at his t-shirt. Tony responded in kind, putting a hand on the back of Peter’s head and holding him close, his hand threading carefully through the boy’s dark curls, avoiding where the bat had connected earlier.

The safety of a gun clicking off made them both look up—Tony’s arms tightened protectively around Peter, his expression fierce as he saw the gun Elliot was now pointing at Peter’s head.

“Just in case you get any ideas of trying something,” Mara said simply. She knew better than to underestimate Tony Stark.

Tony glared at her for a second, then ducked his head, his attention focused solely on the child in his arms again.

“Peter,” she heard him murmur, his voice low. She listened closely as words poured out of him, quick and desperate. “Pete, I don’t know what to do, I don’t—I’ve got nothing, kid, I—”

Peter cut him off, but his voice was so low and muffled by Tony’s shoulder that Mara couldn’t hear. She watched Tony’s face as he buried his face in Peter’s hair, his expression pinched in a pain that she knew intimately. The pain of losing a child was something you never recovered from. Not that Stark would live long enough to realize that.

They continued talking for a moment, the words lost to Mara. Peter nodded almost frantically as Tony whispered to him, his hand still cradling Peter’s head.

“Time’s up, Stark,” she finally snapped, her chest aching with want as she thought about hugging her daughter.

“No. No, no,” Tony gasped, capturing Peter’s face in his hands as Elliot and Greg stepped forward. He pressed their foreheads together, crowding impossibly closer to the boy.

“It’ll be ok,” Peter whispered. He wrapped his hands around Tony’s wrists.

Mara’s heart beat faster, her blood racing hot through her veins. She was so close. At her word, Tony Stark would watch the child he loved die, just like she had. Her Liza had been feet from her as she took her last breath. She’d watched the light fade from her daughters eyes just as she’d watched those eyes open for the first time.

And Stark had been there, mere yards away, and had done nothing. And now she would stand and do nothing as his boy bled out in front of him, even if the loss of his life pained her. An eye for an eye, a child for a child. There was no other way.

Elliot seized Peter’s collar while Greg wrapped an arm around Stark’s throat, effectively holding him still.

“No!” Stark screamed, clawing at Greg. “Don’t touch him!”

Elliot dragged Peter a few feet away, kicking the boy’s legs out from under him when he tried to struggle to his feet.

“Hey!” Tony snarled as Peter growled, still fighting against Elliot’s hold. Elliot used the handle of the gun to hit the back of Peter’s head, making him collapse, crying out in pain. “Stop!”

“Elliot,” Mara said. The man dutifully wrangled the kid onto his knees, facing Stark. He held his gun to the back of Peter’s head.

Tony was practically hyperventilating. “Oh, go—Please,” he panted. “Please, no. Please just kill me. Please, please, I’m sorry.” Tears dripped down his cheeks as he watched, helpless.

Elliot pulled the hammer of the gun back, the click of it echoing oddly loudly in the concrete room.

“Tony,” Peter said. Tony’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at the kid, agony written all over his features.

Against all of Mara’s expectations, Peter smiled, his eyes bright. His voice was steady when he spoke. “Meeting you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Peter,” Tony breathed. Elliot put his finger on the trigger.

And then Peter was moving, faster than Mara had ever seen anyone move. He threw himself backward, throwing one hand up and shoving the gun toward the ceiling in the same motion. The crack of it firing was deafening and Mara cried out as a chunk of concrete fell toward the floor from where the bullet hit.

A heartbeat later, Tony was throwing Greg over his shoulder, twisting his arm behind his back until it was ready to snap.

Peter spun to his feet in a flash and threw a single punch at Elliot, catching him on the jaw. The man fell to the floor and didn’t move.

Mara backed up to the wall, heart pounding. She hadn’t realized... Stark hadn’t been in his suit, and he was older, but she’d taken precautions. She’d been so careful. She’d known better than to underestimate him, but it hadn’t even crossed her mind that the kid, who was small and thin and fragile, could ever pose a threat to her plans.

Tony quickly frisked Greg, found his gun, and pistol-whipped him. He, too, went limp, instantly unconscious. Then he turned toward her, the gun still in his hand.

“Tony, you ok?” Peter panted, rolling Elliot over and checking his pulse.

“Will be in a minute, kid,” Tony said, his voice low. Peter looked up and watched him stalk forward, his eyes going wide.

“Tony.”

Tony raised the muzzle to directly between Mara’s eyes.

“You said you’d kill the person that killed your kid,” Tony hissed. “What makes you think I won’t do the same?”

Mara swallowed, her eyes flicking between the barrel of the gun and Stark’s face. His expression was totally blank, but his eyes were lit with a furious fire that sent shivers up her spine.

“I-I,” she stammered, unsure how to tell Stark that she had been relying on his grief to incapacitate him. She’d been assuming that he wouldn’t care about dying when his kid was a corpse in front of him.

And, if she’s honest with herself, she’d been relying on his sense of honor. She’d known that even with her planning and contingencies, there was no way she could guarantee she would succeed. The risk had been worth it, but if something had gone wrong, she had assumed that he would never willingly kill someone, that he would never hold a gun to someone’s head out of anger. She didn’t know how to say that despite thinking he was a villain, she’d expected him to act like a hero.

“You held a gun to a sixteen-year-old’s head and told yourself you were giving your daughter justice. But if you had succeeded, all you would have done was kill an innocent child.”

“And what about you?” she snapped back. “What are you doing right now?”

“You’re not a child,” Tony said coolly, his finger on the trigger. “And you’re certainly not innocent.”

Mara sucked in a breath, closed her eyes, and prepared to see her daughter again.

“Mr. Stark.”

Her eyes snapped open to see not the cold barrel of a gun, but Peter’s back.

“Come on,” Peter said softly.

Mara risked leaning just far enough to see Tony’s face soften, his eyes lose their fire.

Tony’s mouth quirked up in a half-hearted, crooked smile. He quickly lowered the gun, showing Peter the side of it.

“Safety’s still on, kid.”

Peter’s shoulders loosened. “Oh.”

“Come here, Pete.” Tony bent and dropped the gun on the ground at his feet, then kicked it away, almost like a peace offering to Peter. As soon as the gun was a few feet away, Peter dove forward and was engulfed in a tight hug. Mara slid to the floor, legs numb from adrenaline.

“You did great, buddy,” Tony muttered, keeping an eye on Mara as he ran a hand over Peter’s back as if to check for injuries. “No extra points for the dramatic flair, though.”

“You’re one to talk,” Peter scoffed. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you crying.”

Tony sniffed, squeezing the back of Peter’s neck as he pulled back. “Yeah, well. I’m never going to get the picture of you with a gun to your head out of my mind. Like I needed more nightmare fuel.”

Mara couldn’t see Peter’s face, but his voice was bashful. “Sorry.”

Tony pushed the bangs back from Peter’s forehead in a display of gentility she’d never expected him to possess.

She couldn’t stand it.

“No!” She screamed. They both jumped like they’d almost forgotten she was there. “No!” Tears burned in her eyes and spilled over. “You were supposed to die! You were supposed to understand what you did to me. My baby is gone. You needed to lose yours.”

Tony scowled down at her.

“I didn’t kill your daughter,” he said. Then he glanced at Peter and his face softened. “But I understand wanting to do anything to bring justice for your child. I am sorry.”

Mara spat at him. Peter looked indignant, but Tony just sighed, pulling him away and using Elliot’s phone to call 911. Feeling as if she’d lost her Eliza all over again, Mara just curled in the corner and wept while they waited for the police to come and arrest her.

Peter and Tony watched her be put into the police car, her hands cuffed. As the car drove away, she saw Stark pull Peter into his side and kiss his temple, his eyes closed as he held the boy close.

She’d known from the second she’d seen them together that Peter was more than the intern Tony pretended he was. It was obvious in the way they looked at each other, protected each other. She’d seen, and others would too. Tony Stark might still get the punishment he deserved. Even if she wasn’t the one giving it.

#Irondad and Spiderson #Tony Stark #Peter Parker #MCU #brotp: speaking of loyalty #my writing #fic

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drywatermelon · 3 years

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Taste

(Original Piece)

"You know, Bia, you can relax now." Bianca forced out a breath at Lila's words.

"Yeah, sorry about that." Bianca apologized as she felt her face heat up.

"You don't have to apologize," Bianca could vividly see the smirk on Lila's face, even though they were sitting on Lila's bed in the dark. Granted, it wasn't necessarily pitch black in the room, there was a decent amount of light coming through the window, but it was definitely dark enough that the smirk Bianca saw had no reason being that vivid. "I just meant that I've felt like you've been getting more tense ever since we mentioned sleeping over." Lila paused, then continued in a softer voice. "I'm really sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, you can leave at any time, I hope you know."

"No, I know," Bianca rushed to say, her heart squeezing at Lila's blatant display of caring, even though they've had loads of sleepovers. "It's just that…um…" Bianca trailed off, realizing she'd backed herself up into a bit of a corner.

Mortification must have been spelled out very clearly on features for despite the dark Lila said, "Hey, you okay, Bia? You look like you forgot how to breathe there." And for the second time in a span of time that was much too short by her standards, Bianca had to force herself to let out a breath and relax. I'm just gonna have to tell her…I mean, what could go wrong? She thought shakily, knowing all too well everything that could go wrong.

"Ok, so, um," Bianca stumbled, then took a pause to try to come up with some coherent way of saying this. Everything bouncing around in her head sounded off somehow, and she became increasingly aware of the time that was passing. She just went with the first thing that came to mind: "So you know how you're a lesbian?"

Bianca wanted to slap her own forehead with a frying pan because what kind of question was that? But Lila just let out a warm chuckle, nodded and said, "Yes. Yes, I'm aware of my being a lesbian."

"Ok, so, basically,…" Just get it out, Bianca! "I'm-still-into-guys-like-heavily-but-I've-had-a-crush-on-you-for-like-ages-and-yeah-I-just-thought-you-should-know-in-case-you-wanna-like-avoid-me-forever-which-I-think-would-kill-me-but-you-know-it's-all-good-because-I-don't-want-to-emotionally-burden-you-with-this-so-yeah-I'll-just-deal-with-this-on-my-own-and-get-it-stamped-out-and-gone-but-yeah-just-there's-that-I've-been-dealing-with-the-past-week." Bianca let out a breath at the end of her hurried rant only for it to get caught in her throat as her eyes flicked to Lila's face. There was definitely an expression there, and Bianca thanked the stars it wasn't disgust or rejection, but she couldn't quite figure out what it was. So, she stayed silent and waited for her response.

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Lila didn't quite know what to think, or feel for that matter. It was all a bit much to take in all at once - especially in the way Bianca chose to express it.

Lila considered herself a pretty resourceful, ready-for-any-situation kind of person, but now faced with the fact that one of her best friends had confessed to having a crush on her, Lila felt absolutely, completely, emotionally stumped. She had never looked at Bianca in that light, while apparently Bianca had been feeling this way for 'ages'.

Lila knew she had to say something, anything to get rid of the silence - in which Bianca's nervousness and self-deprecation were becoming almost palpable - so she spit out the first thing that came to mind: "So, how long exactly how long have you been, um, feeling this way?"

Bianca's face lit up, probably at the lack of rejection on Lila's question. "Well, I only figured it out like not even a week sgo, but, to be honest, looking back, I guess since like the seventh grade."

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Bianca's hands were nervously fidgeting on her lap but her eyes wouldn't leave Lila's face, partly from needing constant affirmation that Lila hadn't told her to leave yet and partly because she couldn't believe that - at least so far - there had been not one drop of disgust or rejection on Lila's face or in her tone.

"Wow," Lila's eyebrows lifted slightly as she gazed back at Bianca through the dark, "Since the seventh grade, huh?"

"Yeah…" Bianca trailed off as she looked down at her hands, face heating up.

"And you never once thought I'd like a taste?" Bianca's head whipped up at those words, and she was shocked to find Lila's face so close to hers; their noses we're almost brushing. Lila had pushed her hand further past Bianca, leant in toward her and was now staring at her with a look in her eye that chilled Bianca to the bone and immediately flooded her with warmth.

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Bianca's warm, shallow breaths blew not at all unpleasantly onto Lila's lips. "Um…I…n-no, I…" Bianca gulped as she trailed off and Lila couldn't stop the sly smile stretching itself over her face. Bianca started anew after a moment, "No, I-I never thought you'd be, um, you know, in-interested."

Her smile stretched wider as she said, "Well, you know how I'm a lesbian?" Then, Lila's smile faltered and without really thinking about it - because it was such a minuscule action by now, not much more than a tensing of a muscle - she softly pressed her lips to Bianca's for barely an instant.

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Bianca all but gasped into the kiss. But as soon as it had come, the touch was gone. Her eyes fluttered open and she expected to see Lila's face arranged in a familiar smug grin, but instead she saw her best friend looking a bit worried but more importantly the expression on Lila's face was one of the most vulnerable Bianca'd ever seen it. She'd put some distance between them and was intently watching Bianca's face.

Bianca was frozen in place with wide eyes for a second. In the next second, her face very much heated up to a degree that rivaled a stove and she buried her face in her hands. "ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod!" She rubbed her hands over her face. "My crush just fuckin' kissed me and I'm sitting here like a blushing moron and I'm really awkward because right now I'd be telling my best friend about this, but she's also my best friend," Bianca could hear Lila laughing quietly, and smiled in her hands despite herself, "and yeah it's a 'she' so I'm confuzzled as heck about my sexuality too. And like what even are we now, because I definitely want to be more than friends now, but I also definitely don't wanna stop being friends and-" Bianca was cut off by her own yawning.

Lila took the opportunity to place a hand on Bianca's forearm, "I want us to be something too," Bianca looked up at that and was met with Lila's warm smile and slightly flushed face, and she smiled too. "But right now we're both tired and I'd like to actually see you properly when we talk this out." Bianca nodded. "So how about we just exist in this moment and work things out and talk things over in the morning?"

Bianca's smile widened, "Okay," she said, then hesitated a moment in which Lila waited patiently for her to continue. "I know we don't have everything talked out yet, but…can we cuddle?"

Lila grinned wider. "Of course." Then she laid down fully in her bed and began making herself comfortable.

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Biting her lip in uncertainty, Bianca sat watching as Lila settled herself in. Assuming she'd be doing the same soon, Lila kept adjusting the covers until everything felt right. Once she finally did stop, she was surprised to see Bianca still sitting toward the edge of the bed. Slightly confused and amused, Lila smiled and quirked an eyebrow while stretching her arms out, "Aren't you coming?" A grin - that could easily be counted in the top ten widest Lila had ever seen on Bianca - spread across Bianca's face as she rushed into Lila's open arms.

They snuggled against one another - Bianca's face in the crook of Lila's neck, Lila's arms around her loosely - and both were ready for sleep, but their minds were still buzzing with too much giddiness actually succumb to unconsciousness. So they sat there, wrapped up in each other and the excitement tomorrow proposed.

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At some point an unspecific amount of time after they'd settled down, Bianca's could feel Lila's jaw working. She distanced herself just enough to get a look at Lila's face through the now much more prominent darkness (so it was more like the vague shape of Lila's face that Bianca saw). "What are you doing?"

A little grunted came from Lila, then she said, "I accidentally bit my cheek earlier and now it's decided to bleed." She sounded a bit grumpy. "It's not letting me fall asleep."

And maybe it was the giddiness, maybe it was the veil of sleepiness, maybe it was how close she was and felt to Lila, and then again maybe it was just Bianca's tapping into something within herself. Whatever the reason, what Bianca said in that moment was, "Can I have a taste?" This statement stunned both girls into silence. Bianca was a bit terrified and a bit riddled with shame, but more than anything - surprising herself probably more than anyone - she felt up to standing proudly behind her statement. And maybe it was the giddiness, maybe it was the veil of sleepiness, maybe it was how close she was and felt to Lila, and then again maybe it was just Bianca's tapping into something within herself. Whatever the reason, right then, Bianca felt ballsy.

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Lila's eyebrows were raised and she'd halted basically any movement. She was stunned by Bianca's words for sure but as her eyes searched Bianca's, she was more surprised by the willingness behind her words - she'd follow through. Lila's tried not to think about anything as she attempted to gauge her own reaction. Her eyebrows came back to their neutral position as a smile stretched across her lips.

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Lila's jaw began working again and upon seeing this, Bianca immediately began apologizing. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I don't know why I said that, it just like slipped out-" Lila grabbed her jaw, effectively shutting Bianca up. Bianca looked at her with wide and inquiring eyes, but she wasn't one bit scared, only an excited chill ran down her back. Lila's jaw stopped working, a question in her eyes; a question to which Bianca gave the slightest nod.

Lila dove for Bianca's lips in a kiss much more heated and well-received than the one earlier. Bianca grasped at the front of Lila's shirt as Lila's lips worked her own open. Once they were, Lila swept her tongue through Bianca's mouth in a hot, almost possessive, movement. Bianca let out a soft moan as the %%% taste of blood followed it. Lila's hand had moved from her jaw down to her throat - just tight enough that Bianca knew she could feel it when she swallowed - while Lila's other arm was pulling her impossibly closer by the waist.

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Lila licked some more blood from the inside of her cheek and put it into Bianca's mouth. When Bianca sucked on her tongue and she felt her swallow, Lila melted into her even more and let out a low moan. Bianca took advantage of this opportunity to sweep her tongue through Lila's mouth. Lila's hand twitched on Bianca's throat and Bianca softly hummed, which Lila could feel vibrating against her hand.

They broke apart, the need to breathe as well as the overwhelming of their senses by the other pulling their mouths away. Now hotly panting into each other's space, Lila was still holding Bianca as tightly as Bianca was holding to her shirt. As the painting died down, Lila moved her hand from Bianca's throat to her waist and Bianca released her grip on Lila's shirt. Lila smirked, "Damn, Bia, I didn't know you were into that kind of shit."

Bianca had a shit-eating grin on her face, "Fuck, I didn't know I was into that kinda shit." They both laughed quietly and comfortably settled back into their previous cuddling position.

They had an easier time falling asleep now, but they were both even more excitedly awaiting tomorrow

#so you know how youre a lesbian?#you know when you write something a while ago and go to re-read it and youre just like 'wtf i wrote that why is that so funny'#yea that #original characters #original piece #kinda started at 2am on a random night and picked up ages afterwards #i hope you like it because i think my writings improved a bit

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noneatnonedotcom · 4 years

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impossible boy chapter 3

@weatherman667 this is the last part that my muse gave me, now we play the waiting game lol. this is mainly just to show how strange the culture of the kingdoms is to jaune and how out of his element he is as well as an intro to the more aggressive pyrrha and the more competitive weiss

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Pyrrha was by all accounts the perfect knight. She’d worked hard for this reputation, trained till her hands would bleed, given up her own privacy to compete in tournaments. Even become a huntress afterwards all pursuing an ideal.

She didn’t regret it. Not really she liked her life and her friends were nice enough, she just longed for something more than friendship. In truth when she was a little girl she’d become a knight only so she could rescue the charming prince and she could live happily ever after. She’d since outgrown such childish dreams, mostly.

She couldn’t be blamed if somewhere deep down inside she just wanted to find her true love. She could picture him now. Tall, blonde, a regal bearing, she’d like someone lively. And not some little boy with dreams of being hers and nothing else.

That was the main problem, she was the perfect knight and no matter where she went men wanted to be with her. It was disconcerting ,isn't love supposed to be chaste? The stories mentioned that gaining the love of the prince was a challenge for the knight to overcome just the same as the grimm they slew.

Blake and her could at least agree on that, they didn’t want the men who threw themselves at them. For Pyrrah she wanted romance. For Blake, she wanted a challenge. They weren’t truly all that different, save for the fact that she wasn’t after sex. And that she thought men were to be protected not herded like cattle.

Which is why she was so surprised to meet a boy at the headmistress’s office.

He was blonde, he was tall, he was wearing a skirt, no a kilt, he was a highlander. Her own people had stories about them, how their men wore nothing under their kilts and how they’d fight just the same as their women.

There were numerous stories of highlanders being wooed and tamed in minstral. Of them being brought to the light of civilization and how deeply they loved the ones who saved them.

Most of these also went on to talk about how that love translated into the physical acts but Pyrrha had only read a few of those passages, she was a knight after all she couldn’t be thinking about such things. She must be chaste and honorable to match her man.

“Ah Pyrrha, you’re just in time.” said the headmistress “this is lord Arc”

a lord!

Here?!

“He’ll be staying with us for a while and propriety says that he should have an escort. Since his sisters are all back home i needed a woman of the highest moral fiber to watch him” she smiled “I know it’s a great task but would you accompany the young lor”

“I’LL DO IT!” she shouted cutting her off then cleared her throat “er, I'd be happy too i mean” this was just like in the stories the young prince away from his family and scared, the knight sworn to protect him, they’d get close over time and then

“Weel that's mighty brain new ay ye. Ah thank ye dam nikkos fur yer time” he said bowing low

OH!

He was so formal!

And cute!

He was perfect!

“Noo quine schnee was in th' wey o shaw me aroond th' skale, if yoo'd be sae kin' as tae accompany us?”

Oh weiss was here too. Oh well it was well known she wasn’t interested in gentlemen “that sounds grand”

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"This is the library," Pyrrha said holding the door open for Jaune to pass through. Jaune's eyes flew open wide as he took in all the books. In fact he was so focused on the sheer number of books that filled in from floor to ceiling a good fifteen feet above, that he didn't notice Phyra letting the door shut on Weiss and the sharp looks exchanged between the two girls.

"Aye. I dinna ken if I eva seen so much knowledge," Jaune said softly as he walked over thick carpet that only served to dampen the sounds that much more. "An I wouldna ken where to even start."

He looked back and both girls jumped away from the other as if they'd been caught with their hands in a cookie jar. He started to frown. He was well used to the aggressive nature of women in general. It looked like the two were about to come to blows, but Phyra shot him a huge beaming smile and crossed to take his arm with her own and pulled him farther into the library.

"Not to worry Jaune. I'll make time to help you catch up," the redhead said smiling over at him.

"Weel," he said reaching up to scratch his head. "That's fine now. Weiss I believe you said you were top of yer class?" He said turning to look back at the girl stalking behind him. "An ye had a good bit of knowledge bout the architecture. I'd be interested in kenning all I could on that."

Weiss's lips twisted up as she shot Pyrrha a smug look. "I'm sure I could clear my schedule to find some time to walk you around Jaune.". Jaune shot her a strained smile when he hear Pyrrha's scoff. Did the lassies not like each other?

Pyrrha quickly shot him another smile. "Come there's a lot more to see? Are you hungry? I could be persuaded to take you for a nibble," she offered a playful light in her green eyes that had a cold sweat breaking out on Jaune's brow. He shot a look back at Weiss but she was looking down at the carpet muttering under her breath. He looked back at Pyrrha. "Aye. A wee bite wouldn't be amiss."

Jaune left Pyrrha pull him along. She blathered about this and that but he only listened with half an ear since he was paying more attention to how narrow the halls were and the zig-zag nature of them. If he wasn't mistaken the whole school was set up with defence in mind.

If anyone would attack the school they'd pay in blood for every inch. He thought about asking Weiss if that was what the architect had originally intended or if it was only the crazy musings of his own inner madman that made this maze make sense, but Pyrrha had already stepped ahead to throw open two large, heavily engraved doors.

Jaune once again felt his eyes grow wide as the dull roar that consisted of hundreds of huntresses all stopping their conversations to stare at him.

"Come along sweetness," Pyrrha cooed.

Jaune and Weiss joined her as she strode between the stacked lunch tables. The moment they passed the whispers started.

"This is the Mess. Everyone comes here to eat," Pyrrha stated grandly. "You'll have to sit next to me of course," she added with a coy look. "As sweet as you are, I can only imagine you'd be eaten alive."

Jaune chuckled as he nodded at the lassies watching him like he was indeed the last sweetmeat on the table. "I didna expect to be quite so popular," he admitted with a smile as he pried one girl's hands off his tartan.

He'd almost swear they were going to lift it. In fact he heard several of the girls asking rather loudly what he had hiding under there.

If they would have asked him directly he could have told them he had more than one knife, his sister had insisted he be armed at all times. He wouldn't forget her lessons anytime soon.

"Yes well. Pyrrha has a knack for drawing attention," Weiss grumbled as she stepped between him and one girl who wasn't taking a hint.

Jaune found himself grinning as she glared frostily down at the girl. "Aye seems like."

Weiss looked over at him her eyes thawing minutely.

"Come along. The line starts over here," Pyrrha said grabbing Jaune's hand and pulling him after her. "I'll introduce you to some of the others that go here. Don't worry Jaune. I'll take good care of you."

Weiss growled at several girls that pushed against her knocking her back. It didn't take long for Phyra and Weiss to both be separated from Jaune by the curious. Jaune slowly gave ground as more and more lassies came forward looking for an introduction.

In fact they had him pinned against another of those heavily gilded walls they seemed to love so much. He'd been less fearful the time his platoon had been ambushed in the wee hours of the morning two days' ride from their nearest settlement.

Those had been bandits and only wanted his blood. These girls had a similar but completely different light in their eyes.

"Ok ladies," Pyrrha said, voice growing sharper. "Back off. Give him a bit of room to breathe."

Jaune shot her a nervous look that she returned. Weiss on the other hand he noticed had resorted to throwing elbows and wiggling her much smaller frame between women and shoving them back.

Jaune's attention was pulled back to his own dire straits when one girl's fingers yanked his leather throng from his hair letting the golden mass of hair tumble over his shoulders.

"I got his hair tie!"

Jaune cringed. The girls announcement was like a war cry. The harpies descended on him with a vengeance. Jaune did his best to fend them off but it didn't take long for sharp nails to rip into his linen shirt.

Suddenly he fell backwards right into Yang's arms when the wall behind him gave way. She looked down at him in surprise then took in the seething mass of girls descending on them.

"Rubes get him out of here," Yang growled and tossed him back to her sister and leapt into the crowd and promptly started throwing people around.

Jaune brushed some of his hair out of his eyes and into Ruby's glowing silver eyes. "Follow me if you want to live."

Jaune about laughed at her dire tone but that was quickly stifled when she put on a burst of speed and red petals filled his mouth. Together they disappeared down the hall.

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so some of you might be wondering why pyrrha is acting the way she is, well she’s copying what she’s seen from other people or heard about. she has no idea how to woo someone and as a result is kinda... bad at it.

at the same time weiss and pyrrha are competing against each other, not necessarily for jaune but just to be able to say that they won. the difference in culture playing a roll here.

as for the girls in the mess hall, a mob is only as intelligent as its stupidest member once they got going they just kinda stopped thinking.

glynda will come down on them like a ton of bricks but she’ll also use this as a way to convince sallem to remove jaune from the school. clearly it’s too dangerous for him here

also you’ll notice jaune trying not to go too into his accent, he still has a little trouble with it but he’s getting better. one day the girls might actually understand what he’s saying lol

as always, let me know what you think

#Jaune Arc #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #pyrrha nikos #rwby au #the impossible boy

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A Lasting Mark Part 3

Billie x Fem!Reader x Audrey

Warning(s): NSFW/smut, Dom/sub dynamics, Praise Kink, Use of Toys, Orgasm Denial, Cunninlingus, Choking

Summary: You give Billie what she wants before they stay true to their word and make you feel very good. (Like really good)

Word Count: 5086

A/n: I feel like I don’t need to say much about this except I hope you enjoy the conclusion. Even though this turned out much longer than I anticipated, I really like how this turned out.

Also @shineestark and @lana-b-bana here is part 3. Thank you both so much for all of the support as I’ve written this. You’re feedback and the other positive comments I’ve received mean so much.

Billie pecks your nose and says, “I want you to lay back for me.” You gratefully get off your knees and lay back against the luxurious, cushioned carpet. She smiles down at you and lifts her leg to straddle your face. As she looks down at you, your breath catches in your throat. You don’t think you will ever get seeing how beautiful Billie and Audrey are. “You ready, babygirl?” Billie asks. You smile up at her and reply, “Yes.” So, she slowly lowers herself on your mouth...

Feeling emboldened, you rest your hands on the back of her thighs to pull her closer to your mouth. As you do, Billie gasps and chuckles while murmuring, “Good girl.” Oh yes, this was a good decision. You give her pussy lips a kiss like you did with Audrey before delving your tongue in. As you get the first taste of Billie, you close your eyes, moaning at the delicious flavor. Billie tastes sweet as well, but in a different way than Audrey. You keep your eyes closed, trying to focus on figuring out what she tastes like.

But the sound of Billie moaning your name makes you open your eyes to look up to her as you continue to suck and lick at her clit. She smiles and murmurs, “Eyes on me, angel.” You give a small nod and watch her hands cup and massage her own breasts. Thank God she told you to look. Your eyes zero in on her movements and you find your cheeks flushing in arousal as you keep going. You decide to check and see if she likes it rough and lightly run your teeth over the sensitive skin of her clit. In response, Billie whimpers and lets her head fall back as she teases her nipples, so you keep going. However, you let out a whimper and jerk away as your legs are nearly ripped apart.

Immediately Billie looks down to you and sees your wide eyes, so she turns back, and you keep up kitten licks as she says, “Not yet,” but she loses her sentence as she moans, “Oh--fuck.” However, she manages to focus enough to say, “Not yet, darling.” You feel your stomach flutter at how aroused Billie sounds and shift back to your original position, sucking and licking even more as your hands slide up to squeeze her ass. God you have wanted to do that for far too long. Billie moans your name and instead of her hands returning to her chest, she brings her hands down to cradle your head. Then she lifts your head, bringing you even closer.

“Fuck you’re good. Keep going, just like that babygirl.” Billie moans and you light up at the praise, inserting your tongue into her as much as you can. She cries out and you feel her clench down on your tongue as you keep going. Before long you feel her thighs twitch and hear her breath quicken. She’s close and your tongue is ready to push her over the edge. You lift your gaze up to her flushed face and she looks down to you as she says, “I want you to keep going until I say stop.” You give a small nod and mercilessly suck and nip at her clit.

Then you feel her lift your head even higher, so it is completely off the ground and she squeezes her legs around you as she cums. You keep going, trying to lap up her juices as she moans and cries through her release. And even though she teased Audrey about being so loud, she has no problem crying out in pleasure. Each sound makes you whimper since you know it’s your actions that are making her let out these pleasant noises. Your head feels like it may burst from her thighs squeezing it so tight, but you keep going, watching Billie whimper and shudder through the aftershocks. Eventually, her body goes limp and her legs release your head as she breathes, “Ok.” Then her hands gently let your head come back to the ground.

You lick your slicked lips and Billie smiles down at you, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. “You did such a good job, babygirl.” She murmurs, lazily brushing the hair out of your face. A whimper escapes your lips and you could have her praise you every day. Then she chuckles before continuing, “Now you deserve a very special reward.” You grin up at her as she climbs off of you. But you stay down against the carpet, letting your head recover. Billie leans down to peck your lips and asks, “Are you ready for us to take care of you?” Her breath tickles your nose making you giggle and you nod, biting your lip.

Billie smiles and helps you stand up before saying, “I want you to get up on the bed for me. Ok?” You smile and say, “Ok.” Then you climb up on the bed and Audrey immediately comes up to you and cups your face. “I’m so sorry, darling. I didn’t mean to frighten you by touching your legs, I just,” Then her cheeks flush before she says, “I just wanted to taste you.” Your eyes widen and you ask, “You do?” She giggles and chirps, “Of course, love.” Then you give her a kiss and reply, “It’s alright. I wasn’t necessarily scared I just didn’t expect that to happen.” She looks relieved and Billie joins you both on the bed.

Then she says, “Go ahead and lay back against me.” You nod and let Billie lean against their pile of pillows in front of the headboard before you crawl up and lean back against her warm, soft chest. Billie’s arms hug your middle and she kisses behind your ear as she purrs, “We’re going to make you feel real good. Do you want that, babygirl?” Without a doubt in your mind you moan, looking to Audrey who sits watching you both, and breathe, “Yes.” Audrey grins and slowly crawls up the bed as Billie loosens her hold, smiling against your skin.

This time, Audrey slowly smooths her hands up your legs before gently easing them open. You whimper at being exposed and the way Audrey licks her lips as she looks to your dripping core. Her hungry gaze makes you even more aroused, but there is a small part of you that gets shy and you get a little stiff. “Be gentle with her, sweetheart.” Billie murmurs to Audrey as she tucks her feet around your ankles and eases your legs back to where they were. Then Billie whispers in your ear, “It’s ok, babygirl. She’ll go slow.” Audrey nods and bends to kiss the inside of your thigh. You gasp in response of her lips kissing and sucking the sensitive skin, not even bothered that she sees how scarred your inner thigh is. And judging from how much attention she gives to certain spots you are sure you will have bruises here too.

Soon, however, you are squirming in need making her darkened eyes look up to you as the tip of her nose brushes up your inner thigh. Finally, you watch her tongue emerge and lick up the length of your pussy. Oh my God. No wonder they wanted you to eat them out. As her warm mouth engulfs you, your cheeks flush and you moan, “Oh, t-that feels so good.” Relaxing further into Billie. They both chuckle and Audrey’s vibrations makes your legs twitch in pleasure.

Then Audrey smiles up at you as she begins to suck and lick your clit. “Oh!” you gasp, shuddering at the intense feeling of pleasure. That little minx. As she keeps going, you find your eyes closing in pleasure. Meanwhile, Billie’s hands wander up to cup your breasts as she continues to lazily kiss your neck. Billie was right. They are making you feel really good. A new sensation of Audrey’s tongue entering into you makes you re-open your eyes and you look down to her, moaning, “I-I like that.” Billie’s low chuckle reverberates in your ears and she teases, “You like Audrey fucking you with her tongue?” Your hips roll of their own accord as her tongue delves further in and you moan, “Yes! God that feels so good.” Then Billie flutters her fingers around your still sensitive nipples before pinching and teasing them with her fingers.

Your body squirms and you partially sit up as you feel both Billie and Audrey’s movements. Then you breathe, “Shit! S-sorry.” Billie gently guides you to lean back on her again while she soothes, “It’s ok, angel. We want to see you come undone.” During all of this, her fingers lazily roll your sensitive buds. Audrey’s tongue continues to go between inserting itself into you and teasing your clit making your body warm up to the point of perspiring. This was much more pleasurable than you even imagined.

Her pace continues to speed up and you feel your stomach tense up as you cry out in pleasure, letting your head fall back as your chest arches forward. Billie’s fingers flutter up to your shoulders and one of her hands land on your throat as she asks, “Do you want to cum?” Oh shit. That feels so good. Your legs tremble and you let out a gasp as she lightly squeezes, “Yes! I—please let me cum!” You whimper as you feel a rush of arousal come over you. Billie chuckles and loosens her hold a little before she murmurs, “Don’t think I didn’t see you watching me choke Audrey earlier.” At her voice you whimper and struggle not to grab Audrey’s hair to pull her closer.

Then Billie kisses the exposed flesh between her thumb and pointer finger and she says, “I won’t go too hard on you since this is all new, but if you need to breathe, tap my hand twice. And if you don’t like it, I’ll stop. Understand, babygirl?” You let out a desperate mewl as Audrey uses her teeth, but make yourself focus enough to answer, “Y-yes, I understand.” Then Billie says in her dominant voice, “Show me what to do if you want to breathe.” A moan of arousal falls out of your lips and you raise your shaky hand and give two light taps to the top of her hand. She purrs, “Good girl.” Then her hand begins to slowly tighten.

While you never thought you would be the kind of person to be into this, there is no doubt the moan that escapes your lips is not just from Audrey’s tongue. Your head stays against Billie’s shoulder and your legs quiver as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten up with Billie’s hand. Even though she doesn’t push hard, all you can rasp is, “Please.” Billie licks the inner shell of your ear as she murmurs, “Cum for me, babygirl.” Audrey must hear that as well because she doubles her efforts and you cry out as you feel your body begin to find release.

As your body explodes in pleasure, you let out another cry of relief and find yourself losing air much quicker than the air you breathe in. You gasp and squirm in their embrace, but you don’t want to lose the feeling of Billie’s hand and Audrey’s tongue on you. Audrey keeps going and drags your orgasm out much longer than you thought possible as you find your vision blurring from a lack of oxygen. But once your body stops shuddering Audrey pulls back, and you lightly tap Billie’s hand twice, feeling yourself go limp. Billie releases your throat and you take deep breaths, filling your lungs with air again.

Your body remains limp as you recover, but Billie beckons Audrey close with a curl of her fingers and Audrey closes the distance between them, kissing her while you’re sandwiched between them. As they kiss, you begin to move so they have more leverage, but Billie wraps an arm around your middle and keeps a firm hold so you don’t go too far. You easily relent and feel yourself getting aroused by watching them kiss and embrace each other. At the same time, Billie uses her other hand to keep Audrey close to her as Audrey whimpers and melts into the kiss.

Once they break, Audrey murmurs, “Doesn’t she taste divine?” Billie smirks and they both look to you as she replies, “She tastes sweet as honey.” You blush under their gazes and bite your lip to hide your smile. Everything they say makes you a bashful mess. Audrey giggles at your response and gives you a wink. Then Billie guides Audrey to look at her again and you watch them both as Billie murmurs, “You’ve been a very good girl tonight, my darling.” Audrey melts under Billie’s gaze and smiles as her cheeks turn pink.

Then you watch Billie’s thumb brush over Audrey’s cheekbone as she continues, “Why don’t you go over and pick out a toy for y/n?” Wait—what? Audrey lets out a sound of excitement and goes towards their closet. Meanwhile, you find yourself stiffening up in Billie’s embrace. “T-toy?” you ask. Billie guides you to face her pulls you close, soothing, “She won’t choose something that’s too much for you.” You nod and try to relax, but you still feel a little apprehensive. Especially after seeing that massive vibrator that came out of Audrey.

As you hear Audrey step out you sit up and peek past Billie to see she holds something a little wider than two fingers, but much smaller than what you pulled out of Audrey earlier. Your eyes widen and you gulp but remind yourself they would never hurt you. In fact, this really isn’t that big…it’s just more than you’ve ever had in you before. No big deal. Ok maybe it does freak you out a little bit. Well, so much for keeping calm. Billie seems to sense your apprehension and says, “Come to the edge of the bed and we’ll get you warmed up.” You do as she says, scooting down to where Audrey was earlier and spreading your legs, so you are exposed once more.

The bed shifts as Billie climbs off and you prop yourself up on your elbows to watch her. Audrey hands the device to Billie who sets it on the ground for now. Then Audrey climbs up beside you and murmurs, “I think we need to catch up with each other.” You giggle as she leans closer and blush, but your attention gets drawn to Billie taking your legs and spreading them even wider. Then without any preamble, she buries her face in your pussy, holding your legs open. “Fuck.” You hiss as she licks at your sensitive pussy. And Billie looks very pleased with herself as you quickly begin to unravel in arousal once again.

You go to whine, your face scrunching up in pleasure when Audrey comes closer and purrs, “I’ll keep your mouth occupied, darling.” Then she takes your face and presses her lips against yours. How the tables have turned since the car ride here. You do well to keep yourself propped up as Audrey kisses and sucks at your tongue and lips while Billie does the same to fully aroused core. At this rate you are not going to last long at all. Then Audrey parts from your lips and says in a mocking whisper, “I won’t tell if you happen to cum. Billie is the best.” Before you can say anything, you let out a gasp as Billie eases a finger into your depths.

Then her mouth leaves you and she tuts her tongue before saying, “Trying to take her to the dark side already, Audrey? You know better, sweetheart.” Her finger curls in you causing you to moan and look to Billie as your back arches in response. Billie smirks and murmurs, “You are tight as a glove.” Her mouth comes closer and you feel her breath as she says, “But, I think if I do this,” then she gives your swollen bundle of nerves a couple kitten licks and your head falls back as you relax further. “That’s my girl.” She purrs before going back to licking.

You keep laid back on the bed and Audrey hovers over your face. Then she gives you a smile and her hair tickles the sides of your face as she leans down to kiss you. Your arms come up to wrap around Audrey’s neck and you pull her closer making her gasp. However, your moans are much louder and get swallowed by Audrey’s lips as you feel Billie insert another finger. Billie moves slow, her tongue being gentle as well while Audrey kisses down the hollow of your neck, over your collarbones, and down the swell of your breasts to take one of your nipples in her mouth.

“A-audrey!” you gasp as your back arches further towards her mouth. Fingers feel good, but her mouth on you is even better. Then you feel Billie’s pace quicken and she barely brushes against a sensitive spot inside of you. You claw at their bedspread and moan, “Feels so good!” They both chuckle and Audrey moves on to tantalize your other nipple, using more teeth this time. Your body stiffens and you cry out, “I-I’m gonna cum!” But Billie withdraws her fingers and responds, “No you’re not, darling. Not yet.” You let out a whine as Audrey leaves you too and you look to her in confusion.

She cups your face and coos, “Awe, poor thing. Don’t worry, sweetheart, I think Bill has a soft spot for you. So, she won’t keep you waiting too long.” You sit up and look to Billie who sucks her fingers with a wicked grin. You find your brows furrowing while your face flushes in angry arousal as she releases them with a pop and lets out a laugh before saying, “You look so cute when you’re angry. Your brows furrow just right.” Then Audrey looks to you and giggles before saying, “Sorry, darling, but it is true.” You let out a huff and quickly lose your anger, arousal and longing becoming the focus again, and Billie says, “But you are sweet as sugar, babygirl. So, I won’t make you suffer much longer.” You let out a sigh of relief and give a half-smile to her.

Billie smiles up at you before turning her gaze to Audrey and asking, “Join me?” Audrey bites her lip and nods. Then she looks to you and gives you a peck before sliding down next to Billie. You prop yourself back up on your elbows to see them both give each other a greeting kiss, Audrey giggling into Billie’s mouth as Billie pulls her even closer. Then Billie picks up the vibrator and murmurs, “How about we get this ready for our sweet angel?” Audrey giggles and nods, her cheeks nice and rosy.

Then Billie opens her mouth and brings the vibrator up before entering it in her mouth and sucking on it, keeping eye contact with you the whole time. You gasp at how she slowly pumps it in and out. After about five pumps, she withdraws the device and Audrey opens her mouth. Then Billie pumps it in and out of Audrey’s mouth and she sucks and moans around it as well. The whole time, they look to you and you feel aroused just by watching them, letting out a whimper as they finish.

“Please.” You beg. They both grin and Billie purrs, “You’re wish is my command, babygirl.” Then you hear the hum of the vibrator and watch her run the tip over your inner thighs. While you appreciate her taking it slow, you whine at the teasing and find yourself shifting your body to get her to move to your leaking core. Billie gets an evil glint in her eyes and looks to Audrey as she says, “I think she wants me to move somewhere else. Do you have any idea where?” Your face flushes in anger, but you keep quiet. Audrey grins and you look to her, silently pleading that she’ll have mercy.

Audrey returns to Billie’s gaze and replies, “I think I may know where.” By now your body feels like it is itching with arousal and you let out a mix of a whimper and cry at their teasing, your legs beginning to tremble. How can this feel like hell and heaven at the same time? Meanwhile Billie has that evil smirk as she watches you writhe under her touch. But she ignores your noises and looks to Audrey before saying, “Do you think you could show me?” Audrey giggles and murmurs, “Sure.” Then her petite hand nearly covers Billie’s so they both have a hold on the vibrator.

You whimper as the slowly move the vibrator to your center, meanwhile both of their lust-blown eyes watch your every reaction. Finally, they grant you reprieve and run the device between your folds, mixing their saliva with your slick. Yes, that feels so good. You let out a breath of relief and your head falls back making them both chuckle. But as they brush the device over your painfully sensitive clit your head whips up and your hips buck towards them.

They both gasp and Billie says, “Did you see that reaction?” Audrey nods with the biggest grin and looks up to you as she coos, “That was adorable, darling.” Billie chuckles before saying, “Let’s do it again.” This time you watch as they repeat the action and your hips involuntary buck again as you let out a moan. Billie and Audrey just laugh and repeat the motion a couple more times, giggling and cooing as you have the same reaction.

Finally, Billie stops the motion and soothes, “Alright, enough teasing.” You let out a whimper of relief as you feel a droplet of sweat roll down your forehead. Then their hands guide the vibrator to your hole that has been clenching around nothing for far too long. As they slowly ease the toy in, you fall against the bed once again and try to relax as you feel filled to the brim. You let out an incoherent moan as you wordlessly ask for and protest more. “Just relax, sweetheart.” Billie soothes. Then you feel both of their mouths latch onto your inner thighs, sucking hard enough to leave significant bruises.

“Oh! God that feels so good!” you cry out as your body begins to relax into the vibrations. Your body feels like it is pulsating as the device dives further into you. And as they chuckle, you feel the vibrations of their laughter against your thighs making you shiver. Then one of their mouths is gone before it lands on your pearl, sucking to the point of bruising. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you moan, “Fuck!” Then they reposition the vibrator, so it doesn’t just brush that sensitive spot in you but presses into it. As you feel this deep vibration in your core your legs begin to tremble and you breathe, “I’m close.” Your whole body feels uncomfortably warm and your back arches up off the bed as they keep going.

“You want to cum, babygirl?” Billie asks. Your fists clench and unclench the bedspread as you whimper, “Yes! P-please, Billie. Please let me cum. Please!” You continue to beg and plead as they fuck you harder and their lips and tongue speed up. But the only thing you hear is, “Not yet.” You let out a growl of frustration but listen and your body begins to quiver as you hold back your release. “B-billie, please let me cum. Please!” You desperately whimper feeling like they are trying to drive you insane. But the only response you get is, “Not yet, babygirl.” You have never felt this tormented and it almost feels like you possessed with how your body writhes under their touch.

Then your eyes widen as you feel the knot in your stomach coil up and you know it’s a matter of minutes before you won’t be able to control yourself. “Urgh! I-I can’t hold on much longer! P-please Billie!” You cry out and keep repeating please, hoping that she will have mercy. Billie shushes you and you listen, your throat closing up as you hold your breath. Then you feel her breath fan over you as she purrs, “You can cum for us, babygirl.” Your eyes snap shut, and you let out a sob of relief as you finally let go, slamming your back onto the bed after keeping it arched so long. Your body moves with them, fucking yourself harder and incoherent moans and pants fall out of you as you feel the floodgates opening.

Then even after you stop moving to get more, they keep using their mouths and vibrator making you whimper and clench up. You try to take note of every sensation happening, but all you can feel is an explosion of pleasure, pure pleasure. However, your legs collapse inward and you feel your body go limp as your eyes stay shut. You feel the vibrations within you cease and the device withdrawn, leaving you feeling empty.

Billie’s voice softly says, “Get a bath started and put in some salts and bubble bath. Then bring out a warm washcloth so we can clean her up a little bit.” You want to tell them they don’t have to do that and that you’ll be ok. But you’re unable to speak the words as a wave of exhaustion comes over you. Audrey’s higher voice softly answers, “Ok.” And the soft sounds of footsteps on the carpet fade away. A weight settles beside you and your eyes slowly flutter open as Billie brushes her fingers through your hair.

“Hey, babygirl.” Billie murmurs with a soft smile and warm brown eyes. You smile back and croak, “Hi.” She chuckles and asks, “You feel ok? Are you hurt?” Her gaze makes you feel as if you’re melted butter and you reply, “I’m ok…well…actually I’m really good.” Then you let out a tired laugh. Audrey pops up on your other side and gives you a smile before asking, “Could you open your legs for me, love?” You nod and move your jelly-feeling legs to open yourself.

Audrey then gently wipes you clean with a warm washcloth, making sure to not rub too hard and you let out a sigh of relief. Meanwhile Billie kisses your forehead before leaving your side. You let out a whimper, but Audrey soothes you that she will be back soon. And she is with a cup of water for each of you. Once Audrey withdraws the washcloth, they both help you sit up and you lean against Billie, completely spent. But you also let Audrey take your hand and give featherlight kisses to the top of it. Billie gives you one of the glasses of water and you gratefully drink the cool liquid, feeling a little more revived already. After a moment you look to them both and say, “Sorry I’m so out of it. I wish I could be this catering for you both.” But they shush you and Audrey soothes, “We did a number on you, darling. It’s a wonder you aren’t completely passed out.” You look to Billie who nods and cups your face with her hand before giving a light peck to your swollen and sensitive lips.

You smile at her, finding yourself blushing once again. Then she slides her hand away and murmurs, “I think our bath may be ready.” So, you stand up and keep a hold of Audrey’s hand, leaning into her as you head towards their master bathroom. Billie also steps up and takes your hand as you walk.

Even though you are exhausted you still gasp as you look over the largest bathroom you’ve ever set foot in. Every appliance is sleek and modern and while you had been concerned about the three of you fitting into one bathtub, they have one that looks like you’ll have more than enough room. Audrey places a soft kiss on your shoulder while Billie releases your hand and turns off the water. Then Billie perches herself on the edge of the tub and stirs the bubble-filled water with her hand making the room smell like lavender.

After a minute, Billie slips into the tub and lets out a sigh of relaxation as she sinks further into the water and leans her head back. Audrey goes next and situates herself, so she faces Billie. You pause, unsure where you fit in and Billie turns to look to you before she teases, “Don’t get all shy on us now, babygirl.” You blush and walk over the cool tiles to the steaming bath. Then you carefully step in so you are between them, making sure you aren’t stepping on their legs. As you sink down into the warm water, you also let out a sigh of relief as your worn-out body begins to feel relieved.

But instead of staying in-between them, Audrey leans forward and wraps her arms around you and pulls you close as she playfully growls, “Mine.” You giggle, letting her pull you into her chest and you nuzzle your nose against the crook of her neck feeling very warm and cozy. Once you’re both settled, you close your eyes as you lean into Audrey’s chest. Meanwhile she keeps you hugged close, humming contentedly as she cups her hand to pour warm water over your shoulders and neck.

“It’s nice to see my girls together.” Billie murmurs making you open your eyes to see her smiling at you both. You smile and blush as Audrey kisses the top of your head. Then she murmurs, “I think you are the perfect addition for us, darling. Wouldn’t you agree, Bill?” You bite your lip and look to Billie, feeling uncertain. But Billie smiles as she says, “You fit in perfectly, angel.” You giggle and reply, “I’m glad.” Billie gives you a wink and you shift in Audrey’s lap, thinking she may want a kiss. But she holds up her hand says, “Just rest, babygirl. We’ll take good care of you. We promise.” So you resettle into Audrey’s lap and let your eyes fall shut as the warmth of the water and their affectionate words soothe you.

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lettersofwrittencollective · 5 years

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I promise

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Word Count: -

Warnings: None

Prompt: None

A/N: This is my first time ever posting something. Was watching the episode this starts with earlier and for some reason this particular story just jumped into my head and while i am unsure how it will be received i hope you like it. Also, she has 0 idea but this is dedicated to @justauthoring whose writing is absolutely amazing and actually inspired me to create my own blog and try writing my own stuff.

I also apologize as i have no idea how to insert a read more but i think i did it right.

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You ran up the stairwell, trying to reach Stiles and Theo as quickly as possible. The rest of the hospital was falling apart and the Dread Doctors were wreaking havoc. You may not be pack but you’d be damned if you were going to lose anyone else to some psychopath. Coming to the rooftop, you slowed down so that you weren’t running blindly into an unknown situation.. As you moved around, you heard the rattling of a gate and as your claws came out you heard Theo say “We stay, we’re either gonna have to tell the truth or we’re gonna need a pretty convincing story.” You were just about to breathe a sigh of relief but when you turned the corner, you saw Stiles on the floor in a pool of his own blood. Before you’d realize it you were growling and had already turned - ready to tear Theo apart. You, however, realized that you were looking at both Stiles and Theo. Blinking, your head bounced back and forth between the two boys standing in front of you and the body on the floor before you finally realized you had no idea who was on the floor.

“Well… we better move fast.” you breathed out once you realized your friends were safe.

As far as you knew, you’re a lot like Theo, not actually part of the pack. The difference though is that Stiles trusts you. Your family had been on the deadpool and were murdered one night - you had only survived because the assassin hadn’t expected you to wake up let alone fight back. He probably hadn’t known about the supernatural world, was probably just some run of the mill, normal world assassin. At the very least, he had seemed shocked when your claws ended up in his lungs while he tried to subdue you. His lack of knowledge of the supernatural meant that you survived - you’re not sure if you’re supposed to be grateful for the fact.

At 17, you are technically considered a ward of the state and have been placed with some foster family that lives in the main part of Beacon Hills instead of the county. You’d met Malia originally and she recognized your last name. Being Malia, she had no real tact when she asked you about them and it was such a breath of fresh air compared to the rest of the world that has been treating you as fragile. Since then, you’ve hung out with the pack and while you like everyone and they seem to like you, you’re not sure that you want to necessarily find another pack right now. Sure an omega on their own is likely to die but you’re still trying to get past your own families deaths. Besides, unlike Scott you have a hard time believing that everyone is redeemable.

Both boys had frozen when they heard you growl but when you spoke their heads whip over to you so fast, it momentarily startled you. Theo and Stiles exchange some words about lying to Stiles’ dad and you can’t help but feel sorry for Stiles when he says he’s had plenty of practice. You don’t dwell on it though and helped the boys get the body to Stiles’ jeep. While Stiles’ drives the group of you to the animal clinic you call Scott and tell him to meet you there. It takes him maybe a half hour to meet up with you guys and by that time you noticed that both boys you were with seemed to be a little jumpy, though that was likely because the Dread Doctors had almost killed both of them.

When Scott identified the body as a Junior at your school you briefly wondered who would miss him. After all, death doesn’t happen to the person that dies but to everyone left behind, you understood that better than you had ever wanted to but you pushed that to the side and paid attention to what was going on around you.

Scott asked who had killed the boy, if the one with the cane had done it. You didn’t miss the way that Stiles and Theo looked at each other before Theo answered. Stiles’ pulse seemed to suddenly stop for a moment. You raised an eyebrow at them but didn’t say anything. When Scott looked at you for confirmation you shook your head “he was already dead when i got there.”

Scott gets a text from Liam and we’re off to save someone else. This time, though, I’ve no idea who it is. Scott had gone ahead of us on his motorcycle and I’m in the jeep with Stiles. Usually, he would talk nonstop but this time, you notice he is quiet, his breathing is faster, his pulse is racing. You turn to look at him and tilt your head slightly, trying to figure out what is going on.

“It’s anxiety.. You should be used to it by now.” he snapped at you after a moment. But you know what his anxiety smells like, You know what his normal stress level is and this was just so much more. You just chuckled and shook your head before purposely taking a deeper breath.

“It’s more than your normal level of anxiety Stiles. You wanna talk about it?”

Before you realize it, he’s pulled over on the side of the road fidgeting. Scott’s bike turns around and you got off to go see him. You made up some excuse about Roscoe breaking down and thankfully Stiles had the same idea as he had already popped the hood. After a few minutes of arguing, you were able to convince him to go help Liam out and and Stiles would be there shortly.

Taking a deep breath, you made your way back to Stiles and the jeep. He was just staring at the duct tape covered engine so you put you put your right hand on his left shoulder and squeezed, silently communicating that you were there for him. He was silent for a moment before he turned his body around to face yours.

“I - I didn’t mean to… He was trying to kill me and I just.. I just didn’t want to die.” Stiles whispered. His face was downwards and it looked like he was fighting back sobs. You cupped his face in your hands and lifted his eyes to look at yours. You didn’t know who he was talking about but you didn’t really care.

“Stiles.. It’s ok. It was self defense.”

“I’m gonna lose my best friend… I’m gonna lose Scott.”

“I promise you, you won’t. He may not like it but i promise you that you aren’t going to lose him Stiles.” you whispered as you used your thumb to wipe away the errant tear that fell down his cheek. “It was self-defense.”

“I’m going to lose everyone.”

When he began to shake, tears falling faster down his eyes you pulled him into a hug, your arms around his waist. This startled him at first as you were never really that affectionate with anyone but soon his arms were around your waist as well. It was a bit awkward as you were shorter than he was but as sobs began to wrack his body your arms moved to around his neck. and you moved your lips closer to his ear. You whispered promises to him that everything would be ok, even if they were rocky for a while.

Stiles slowly began to relax and soon enough it was just the two of you standing on the side of the road with your arms around each other. You felt a bit awkward but forced yourself to stay where you were, your friend needed you. You allowed the hug to stay as it was and thought of what you could possibly say.

You understood how he felt. You understood his terror and you knew it wasn’t necessarily unfounded. After all, none of your old friends talk to you anymore. But you refused to let that be Stiles. You refused to see your new friends torn apart because someone needed to survive.

Stiles was the first one to pull back and he coughed awkwardly. You ran your hand along your head and nodded as you stepped back. “You gonna be ok?”

“I don’t know...”

A heavy silence fell between the two of you. It wasn’t uncomfortable, it was just filled with all the possible scenarios that could play out from here. Clearing your throat, you mentioned that it was probably time to get to Scott and Liam. Stiles was reluctant but agreed and got into the car with you. He continued to drive and you turned your face to the moon, taking strength and solace in it. The rest of the ride silent until you reached Scotts street.

Once the jeep was parked and you followed Stiles towards the door you realized what you wanted to say. What you needed to say Reaching out you grabbed his wrist abruptly. He stopped and turned to look at you with a question in his eyes, “Y/N? What are you doing? We need to get -”

“I fully believe that everything is going to be ok. But I need to say this either way. Even if everyone else walks away, I will not leave you. I will stand by you and I will be there for you and anyone who disagrees can go screw themselves. Even if the whole world turns against you, which i fully doubt will happen, I will not abandon you Stiles Stilinski.

I promise.”

Stiles looked confused for a moment before he slowly nodded his head and gave you a relieved smile.

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kyungsoopilates · 5 years

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Pens and Needles| Ch.2

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Nurse!Reader

Rating: Fluff for now...

Word count: 1526

A/N: a *tourniquet is a tight band wrapped around your skin to stop the flow of blood.

You return to the nurses' station, grabbing alcohol preps, a saline flush, an IV needle, and a tourniquet* , shoving them into your scrub pockets. Returning to his room you notice the curtain is still drawn. I guess he’s not finished? You tap lightly on the frame of the door.

“Kyungsoo? Are you still changing? Do you need some more time? I can come back” You hesitate in front of the curtain, not wanting to barge in and find him unclothed.

“No, I’m all finished.” He mutters.

You pull the curtain back, grabbing a pair of gloves from the box hanging on the door. Walking over to the bed you reach into your pockets to retrieve your supplies. Kyungsoo sits on the side of the bed picking at the skin around his fingernails.

“Alright. You can go ahead and lay down on the bed and cover yourself with this sheet and blanket. You say grabbing the sheet from the end of the bed. Kyungsoo slides back, bringing his legs up to lie flat on the bed. You place the sheet over him and then the thin blanket, pulling it up to cover his lower body. You pull and tug on the blanket, straightening it out so that it covers him comfortably. You smooth your hands over the blanket arranging your supplies neatly on top. You grab your gloves, pulling them onto each hand.

“So now I’m putting an IV in your arm. Have you ever had one?” You ask. He shakes his head, watching as you reach for an alcohol swab packet, tearing it open.

“No, I have never needed to have one, not until now I guess.”

“Well don’t worry, it’s not too bad. If you ever had any kind of vaccination. It’ll feel kinda like that. Just a little pinch.” You smile reassuringly at him. He looks down at his lap, ears turning a deep a shade of red. That’s fucking adorable. You clear your throat.

“And this is, uh, this is just for the anesthesiologist to administer the anesthetic and pain meds while you’re asleep.” You continue, trying to ignore the way your heart speeds up at the sight of Kyungsoo blushing.

“Will I keep it in the entire time I’m here?” He asks, looking up at you.

“I can’t say for certain. If you do it won’t necessarily always be hooked to a line. It’ll just stay in your arm in the event that we have to give you anything extra. Not common, but you never know, so.” You shrug. Realistically no one wants to keep a needle sitting in their arm if they don’t absolutely have to. Maybe after the first few days, we’ll be able to remove it. After about a week, I can’t imagine we’d have to give him anything else, and his pain should be well under control by then.

You take the tourniquet, grabbing ahold of his left arm. You tie it tightly around his arm just above the elbow. He winces.

“Sorry. I know it’s really tight. I’ll try to finish this as quickly as I can.” You take the alcohol swab, cleaning the bend of his arm thoroughly.

“What’s that for?” He asks, he nods in the direction of the bright blue rubber cord, tied painfully tight around his upper arm.

“This is used to slow blood flow around the sight. It also helps to blow the veins up, kinda like a balloon. It’d not always necessary, but it makes things a little easier.” You use your gloved hand to rub over the skin of his inner arm, feeling about for the best vein.

“Here’s a good one.” You mumble aloud, reaching beside you to grab the small needle. You open it up, using another alcohol swab to briefly reclean the area before going in for the poke.

“You’re gonna feel a little pinch, okay? One, two, three-“ You glide the needle through his skin, sliding easily into the biggest vein. You remove the needle from his arm, leaving the catheter for the IV in its place. You cover the area with a Tegaderm dressing. “All done,” You say, smoothing the tape down over his skin. You remove the tight band from around him, placing his arm at his side.

You round the bed, grabbing the blood pressure cuff off of the sidebar bar. “Now that we have that done, there are only a few more things I have to do, and then I will let the doctors know that you are ready to go." You place the cuff around his arm, leaving unhooked purposely. You gesture to the cuff.

"I'm going to leave this unhooked for now. When the anesthesiologist takes you, they'll hook all of this stuff up." He nods slowly, glancing around the room mindlessly.

You walk over to the small sink, reaching into the cabinets above it to fetch a betadine coated sponge. "I'm going to clean your belly next if that's alright." He glances down at the sponge in your hand.

"This is betadine, it's an antiseptic solution typically used for cleaning the area before and after surgeries. It's a not-so-nice yellow solution that will stain your skin a bit. They’ll clean it off after your surgery, but honestly,” You lean in closer to him, lowering your voice so only he can hear. “They really suck at cleaning the stuff off properly, but don’t worry, I’ll clean you up when you come back.” He laughs, his heart-shaped lips pulling into a wide grin.

"Okay. I’m just gonna pull your gown up so I can get to your tummy.” You pull the thin gown up towards his chest, pulling the sheet and blanket so it keeps his lower half covered. As interesting of a sight as that would be, we are not ready for that today. You began scrubbing his stomach gently with the cleansing sponge, trying carefully to avoid his gown and blankets in the process. After you feel you've done a thorough job, you toss the sponge in the trashcan, removing and tossing your used gloves as well. You pull his gown back down into its original position, pulling and fixing the blankets back over him too.

“Ok. All done, give me just a sec, while I go and let the doctors know that you’re ready for them.” You turn on your heels, exiting through the long corridor. You make quick work of grabbing one other thing to prepare Kyungsoo before paging the surgeon. Before you’ve even made it halfway back down the hallway to Kyungsoo’s room, you feel a presence behind you.

“Miss Y/N, you’re looking lovely today as usual. Always such a pretty sight.” You look behind you quickly and instantly regret it. Dr. Jo Kang is quickly making his approach. God, I wish I could RUN.

“Hello, Dr. Kang.” You say annoyed. This guy seriously has no idea how to take a hint. He’s been trying to get you to go out with him since you meet him, after working at the hospital for about 6 months. Since then he’s been practically harassing you.

“You know I’ve always told you to call me Jo, loosen up a bit, you don’t have to be so stiff with me you know.” He walks by your side, a frown on his face from you displeasure with his arrival.

“I’d like to keep things strictly professional between us, Dr. Kang. Anything more than would be undesired.” You say, uninterested. Thankfully before he can respond, you’re joined by the anesthesia team.

You enter Kyungsoo's room first, followed by Dr. Kang and the team of anesthesiologists. You take the leg cuffs, the last item for you to attach to Kyungsoo, and put them on each of his lower legs. Dr. Kang and Co. run through the usual pre-surgery information and question. Kyungsoo follows along silently, his attention mostly captured by the pretty foreign girl, who just so happens to be his nurse. You oblivious to his heady gaze, click away at the room's computer, inputting necessary notes, and extra information. Your attention is brought back to the people in the room when they announce that they will now be taking Kyungsoo down to the operating room. You turn to Kyungsoo.

“Looks like it’s time. I’ll see you in a few hours, okay? Good luck.” You place your hand on his arm gently, smiling reassuringly.

“Ah, thank you.” He looks down, ears flushing a bright red again.

You watch as his bed is rolled out of the room, the anesthetic being pumped into his IV as he’s rolled away.

You let out a sigh of relief. This is gonna be a long two weeks.

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ugyeoms · 6 years

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Night//Yuta Scenario

Title: Night

Word Count: 7.6k+

Paring: Yuta x Reader

Plot: When an old family friend gets you to come to a street race, the racing is nothing compared to the intriguing boy behind the wheel. (Street racer!au)

A/N: It’s finally here!!! This took me almost a whole week to write, and it’s literally the longest fic I’ve written! I have no idea where this idea came from, I just kind of thought of it and started typing, and here we are! Feedback is much appreciated, and I hope you all enjoy!

The resonated ringing of the doorbell startles you slightly, breaking the steady silence of your home. Your mother had warned you that the Lee’s were coming over and that they may not be home in time to answer to them immediately, but you couldn’t help but hope she’d be wrong. Originally, you had wanted to stay home at your apartment, but when your mom asked you to join the family for dinner you just didn’t have the heart to say no. A heavy surge of nerves fill your body as you make your way to the front door. Your family has been close friends with Lee’s for years, but you always couldn’t help but dread the meetings of you and their son Taeyong. The two of you were close when you were younger, but as the both of you aged, Taeyong fell into his own hobbies, as did you. The crowd Taeyong managed to get himself into was never one you saw yourself getting involved with. Weekends, sometimes even week days, that consisted of going out at night and staying out for the remainder was just not your type of scene. It didn’t necessarily matter anyway, you had your friends and he had his. The two of you were always polite with one another when your families got together, that is if he even decided to show up. It’s always a hit or miss with Taeyong; you either see him, or you don’t. Hopefully, for your sake, today would be one of the days that you didn’t.

“Y/n! It’s so great to see you, how has everything been?” Mrs. Lee questions, pulling you in for a hug as soon as you open the door, behind her standing her husband and none other than Taeyong.

“Oh I’ve been ok, how about you all?” You answer, stepping aside to let the family into the house. “And my parents should be home soon, they were just on their way home from shopping a bit ago.”

“That’s alright. And we’ve been well! I feel like it’s been such a long time since we’ve last seen you, you’ve grown so much!” responds Mrs. Lee after taking a seat on the couch, her as well as her two other family members eyes fixated on you.

“I know! Can I get you guys some drinks or anything?” You ask, hoping to escape into the kitchen to avoid further awkward small talk.

“Just some water would be great.” She smiles at you, and you nod, thankful for your ticket out of the somewhat awkward situation. Daring to spare a quick glance a Taeyong, you briskly turn around and enter the kitchen once his eyes meet yours. It’s to your utter relief when your front door opens and you hear the familiar sound of your parents’ voices greeting your guests. Quickly getting a glalss and filing it with water, you turn around to leave the kitchen before a startled gasp escapes your throat when you’re met with Taeyong’s presence. The two of you both look down when you hear water splash on to the floor tiles, your initial shock causing you to spill some of the drink.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you...” He starts, trailing off at the end of the sentence. He doesn’t move his head but instead looks up at you only with his eyes, sending a unintentional shiver down your spine. Even though you know it means nothing, Taeyong’s always had this dark, entrancing vibe about him, and you can’t help but be affected by it sometimes. Right now is no exception.

“It’s fine.” You muster up a slight smile and then go to walk by him to bring his mother the water.

“Y/n, wait.” He orders, causing you to immediately halt in your steps and turn around to face him once again.

“I just wanted to ask if you wanted to accompany me to this... thing tonight?” He says, pausing towards the end of his question as he tries to decide on what to say.

“What kind of thing, and where is this coming from?” You ask, curiosity overcoming your mind, as this is the first time Taeyong has ever invited you out somewhere. Hell, it’s the first time Taeyong has even asked you a legitimate question in years. Taeyong, quietly observing the bewildered look on your face, takes a second to try and come up with a reasonable explanation.

“Well we, we being my friends and I, need a girl...” Taeyong trails off, looking up to watch your reaction. Your eyes widen, completely thrown off and kind of disturbed by his statement, your thoughts going to dark place. Immediately understanding your reaction, Taeyong starts waving his hands.

“No, no it’s not like that I promise. We need you to... host this event for us.” says Taeyong, slightly cringing at his choice of words. He now realizes it’s clear to you both that he’s working his way around the legitimate topic with his wording.

“Why do I feel like ‘hosting’ is not what I think it is?” You question, slightly worried for his response but too intrigued to stop inquiring him for answers.

“Ok I guess I’ll just be blunt. We need a flag girl.” He says. A scoff leaves your mouth as you go to return to bringing the glass of water to the living room. However, a rough hand wraps around the wrist of your free hand before you can even leave the room.

“I’m being serious y/n! Look, there’s gonna be this huge street race a few towns over tonight, and one of the racers is one of my best friends. This race is gonna be huge, and the original flag girl just bailed, so we need someone quick.” He explains to you with dreadful eyes.

“Illegal street racing Taeyong? Seriously?” You retort, street racing being the absolute last thing you’d assume Taeyong to be speaking about.

“I know it sounds crazy but look, they’ll pay you good money since it’s such a big race and you’re filling in so last minute. And if you’re afraid of getting caught, that rarely ever happens. Even if it did, you’d have me and I promise I won’t let you get in trouble.” begs Taeyong, his pleading eyes never leaving your own. The idea invokes some rush of excitement from inside of you. It’s no secret that street races happen, but you’d never even imagined ever going to one; let alone being the flag girl. There’s this one small voice in the back of your mind, screaming at you to be rational. Street racing is illegal, and Taeyong isn’t exactly someone you should trust with your safety, since you’ve barely spoken to him over the past few years; however, you can’t help think that if you don’t take up this opportunity thats right in front of you, you’re going to regret it in the future. Taeyong, taking your silence as a cue to keep convincing, tries to persuade you once again.

“I promise that it’ll only be this one time. You don’t even have to tell anyone your name if you don’t want to, it’ll have no ties to you whatsoever.” He continues.

“I’ll do it.” You calmly respond, looking down at his hand on your wrist and signaling for him to remove it.

“You will!?” He asks, his face lighting up in both shock and excitement. You do realize he’s just using you because you’re a girl and with him at the moment, but you decide to tell yourself that you’re doing this for you. Something like this is more than enough to push you out of your usual comfort zone, and that’s something to look forward to.

“What time do we have to go?” You ask, assuming his question to be rhetorical. Your heart is racing at the mere thought of the remainder of the night, being that this is your absolute first time doing something like this.

“Well, the race starts at midnight, but we’ll have to get there like an hour early to help out my friend and stuff.” He states, eyes still wide open at you willingly agreeing to participate.

“Midnight?!” You respond.

“Well we can’t exactly do it in the light of day...” He says giggling. Giggling. It makes you wonder how someone who looks as ruthless as Taeyong and who apparently attends street races regularly can sound so cute and look so intimidating at the same time. Maybe there was some of the younger Taeyong left in there.

“Look you go get dressed for the race ok? All white and tight is preferable but if you have to bend that rule a little it won’t matter.” He nods at you.

“We’ll have to stop at my apartment then, i’m not going to have any clothes like that in the old room I have here.” You tell him.

“That’s fine, we’ll just have to leave now then.” He responds.

“Now?! But what about our parents?” You question, completely forgetting that you somehow had to explain to your parents why you and Taeyong were randomly leaving together without making it seem awkward.

“Y/n, it’s fine I already told them that we’re leaving. Come on let’s go” He says, walking out of the kitchen and signaling for you to follow him. The two of you bid goodbyes to your slightly suspicious parents and make your way to your apartment. Taeyong waits in the living room while you go to your room to change.

A flag girl’s normal attire doesn’t really coincide with anything you own, so you just grab the tightest white clothes you have and try to make it work. Looking in the mirror, you feel nervous, yet you simultaneously feel a surge of confidence. Breaking out of your normal comfort zone was always something you strived to do. This was never the way you thought things would pan out, but you’re not complaining. A knock sounds at your door, and you take a deep breath before you walk over and open it. Taeyong opens his mouth to speak, but is rendered completely speechless once he takes a look at you. His eyes rake down your form not so discretely, and he’s gulping before he looks up and actually meets your eyes.

“Wow y/n, you look perfect.” He breathes out.

“Thanks! You’re sure it’s not too much?” You ask, turning away from him to look into the mirror once again.

“Nope, definitely not too much. It’s great.” He says, looking around your room so he doesn’t stare at you too much. “Are you ready to go? It’s a bit of a drive...” He trails off.

“Yeah, I guess. Let me just fix up my hair and makeup. How far is it?” You question, glancing over to the time to see it’s about 9:30.

“It’s about an hour and a half from here so, if we getting going now we should have a little over an hour to prep before the race.” He tells you. Simply nodding in response, you scurry around your room to finish getting yourself together and then you and Taeyong leave your apartment.

It’s pitch black outside the windows of the car except for the few street lights and minute amount of people out. The further you drove from home the less amount of people there were. It was almost an eery silence while the two of you sat in the car. Here you are, almost a little past 10pm on a Friday night, going to a street race with a guy you’ve known your whole life, but barely know at the same time. This odd sense of trust that you feel for him worries you slightly, but deep down you’re positive Taeyong wouldn’t let you get hurt. It can’t be that dangerous anyway, it’s only a street race, and it’s not like you’re going to be the one in the car.

“So, do you want to know who you’ll be starting the race for?” Taeyong suddenly asks, sparking conversation.

“That’d probably be best.” You laugh, turning to look at him. Taeyong is clearly relaxed while driving, switching between using both hands and one hand to maneuver the wheel. It’s possible that’s why Taeyong enjoys going to these races so much.

“Well my best friend who is competing is named Johnny, Johnny Seo. He’s originally from America and is one of the best street racers of our time.” Taeyong starts off, a proud glint in his eye when he mentions his friend.

“How the hell did you manage to meet him?” You ask, appalled that Taeyong, the boy you’ve known all of your life, is such close friends with someone of that reputation.

“Well, when he moved here a couple of years ago the two of us went to the same high school and hit it off. We started going to races together in our first year, and by our last year Johnny was out racing with me as his right hand man. A few years later, and he’s already become one of the best there is.” Taeyong finishes with a smile. You are able to see the true sentiment and meaning behind it and can’t help but smile in return.

“So do you get in the car with him?!” You question, finding yourself more and more intrigued over the topic.

“I mean yeah sometimes, but most of the time it’s just him. Street racing is a risk, and the driver has to be willing to take it. Plus, I definitely won’t be in the car with him for this race.” He responds.

“Why not?” You question.

Taeyong pauses a second before he answers. “This race, Johnny will be racing against Nakamoto Yuta.”

“Yuta?” You repeat, wondering what could be so special about this Yuta.

“Yes, Yuta. He’s from Japan and is the greatest street racer to date. He’s never lost a race. None of us here have ever even seen him before because he normally doesn’t come to smaller towns like this. However, he heard about Johnny and was determined to race him. That’s why tonight is so important. One of the best against t h e best. The bets for this one are crazy.” Taeyong finishes. Just the mere thought of Yuta manages to send a shiver down your spine.

“He’s never lost?” You gulp, feeling nervous for Johnny regardless of the fact that you haven’t even met him yet.

“Never lost. So if Johnny wins, it’s a huge, huge deal with tons of money and fame.” Taeyong explains.

“What do you think is going to happen?” You question, turning to him as he takes his eyes off of the road to meet your eyes for a moment.

“I know I want Johnny to win.” And that’s all he says before turning back to face the road, so you deem that the end of the conversation. Small doubtful thoughts are beginning to flood your mind. Clearly, this race is an extremely big deal. It just doesn’t seem like the place for you to make your “flag girl debut”. Of course it’s not that difficult of a job, all you have to is stand there and wave the flag to signal for them to go, but with such a weight hanging over this race, you can’t help but feel too out of place. The remainder of the car ride is silent after the end of that conversation, and you two eventually arrive at the race location. Before the two of you are even able to step out of the car, a boy with light reddish brown hair is making his way over to the car, pulling Taeyong out and giving him a hug.

“Finally, you’re here! I’m so nervous dude.” Johnny says, aspirated from running over to the car so quickly.

“Johnny don’t be too nervous. You’re one of the best racers right now, you have a really great chance of taking home the gold here.” Taeyong reassures him, grabbing both of his shoulders and giving him a little shake. Johnny stands tall, a significant amount taller than Taeyong, and at first glance you can see people believing him to be intimidating. However, you can tell by the immediate hug to Taeyong that Johnny is a nice guy. Johnny lets out a heavy sigh and then sets his sights upon you.

“You must be y/n”. He starts, reaching out to shake your hand. “Thank you so much for agreeing to do this on such short notice, we would’ve been ruined if it weren’t for you.”

“Of course, it’s no problem! I can’t wait to see the race!” You answer him with a smile, to which he sends right back.

“I’m sure Taeyong has updated you on everything right?” He asks, to which you answer him with a nod. “Well, I’m just hoping for the best. Let’s go set up the car.” He says, signaling for you and Taeyong to follow him.

The low murmur of the crowd creates a diluted noise among the space, but from the way it’s set up, it’s obvious not too many people have arrived yet. Johhny leads the both of you through the area to his car, which is about a block from where the starting point is so that he can have his flashy ‘entrance’ when he first drives up. The three of you are approaching the car when you are suddenly stopped by a small, cute looking guy.

“Hi, I’m Sicheng! Or if you don’t know me by that name, I’m Yuta’s right hand man Winwin! You’re Johnny correct?” Winwin asks, practically bursting with energy.

“That’s me...” Johnny trails off, clearly intimidated by the adorable looking boy solely at the mention of the name Yuta.

“Great! Ok Yuta, it’s him!” Winwin calls out. At his announcement, a male figure is stepping out of the car, that none of you noticed, parked across the street. His whole walk over seems as if it is happening in slow motion. The man is tall, has a broad frame just like Johnny, but is on the thinner side while still having muscular body. The first thing you see as he comes closer is his dark hair, which looks to be a deep, pitch black. It’s long in length, but styled in the most attractive way. His jawline is strong, and the closer he gets, the more you are able to see the prominent, smug smirk present on his face. The wind blows through his hair at just the right speed, and you could swear that the view came straight out of a movie. Finally he reaches the four of you, and you have to stop yourself from dropping your jaw in complete and utter amazement. This is no joke the most attractive man you have seen. Yuta’s eyes quickly scan over the three of you, before they decide to make a surprising stop on none other than you.

“Hello gorgeous.” He smirks, eyeing you with such an intense gaze you swear you feel you knees click. “I’m assuming you will be the one initiating the race this evening?”

You frantically search for the words, any words that you could think of to say in response, but you can seriously say that his looks have managed to render you absolutely speechless. Thankfully, right as you open your mouth to try and spit out anything to respond, Taeyong saves you the embarrassment by answering with a small, yet assertive “Yes she is.”

Yuta spares a quick annoyed look at Taeyong before averting his attention back to you. “Well, aren’t we lucky. I’ve heard this is your first time?” He asks you, refusing to break eye contact no matter how much you internally pray to be set free from his sharp gaze. A shiver runs it’s way down your spine when you realize he knows that this is your first time. You don’t fully understand why that makes you nervous, but you believe it has something to with the fact that he’s Yuta.

“Yes...” You trail off, your voice slightly scratchy from your slacked jaw and lack of speaking.

“A pretty voice for a pretty girl. Well, I just wanted to inform you that I’m absolutely honored to be the first street race win that you witness.” He says with blatant confidence. At this response, not only are you totally baffled, but Johnny and Taeyong are downright floored by his confidence as well. At the lack of answer, Yuta finally averts his attention to Johnny and Taeyong.

“Johnny, correct?” Yuta asks nodding his head towards him. Johnny solely nods, rendered unable to respond just as you were before.

“Good luck.” He tells him, before smirking, sending you one last look with a glint in his eye, and walking away. All three of you watch in amazement as he walks away, Winwin following frantically in his footsteps. It almost feels as if you were just speaking to royalty. The absence of his presence is heavy. Taeyong is the first one brave enough to break the silence.

“What the hell was that?!” He exclaims, utterly perplexed by the encounter.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone that full of themselves in my life.” Johnny declares, him and Taeyong still looking at each other in complete surprise. Just then, as if he immediately remembered that you were there, Taeyong turns to face you. The dazed look overcoming your features is a dead giveaway to the effect Yuta had on you, and Taeyong looks back towards Johnny and scoffs.

“Don’t tell me that you find that jerk attractive?” Taeyong scoffs in disbelief. Taeyong is right, Yuta was extremely cocky, but that confidence somehow just made him all the more appealing to you. Besides, it’s not like his cockiness was there without good reason, the guys never lost a race in his life. Your eyes find themselves facing the car across the street once again, the brilliant red of Yuta’s car still managing to stand out in the depths of the night. Inside, you see two figures, undoubtably Yuta and Sicheng. The eye contact shocks you at first, with you wondering how Yuta managed to catch you staring from a fairy decent distance away at night time, but your legs almost give out from under you when he does none other than send you a wink, before rejoining his prior conversation with Sicheng. Taeyong follows your gaze at your lack of answer to his question and once again let’s out a distinguished noise of disbelief.

“Come on, let’s go.” He demands, grabbing your hand and forcing your gaze away from the opponent, clearly angered by Yuta’s effect on you. Taeyong walks you over to a large black duffle bag before finally letting go of your wrist. The only sound present is the muffled noise of the objects in the bag, but other than that, all surroundings are still eerily silent.

“Here’s your flag.” Taeyong tells you while handing it to you. “You have to introduce the racers, and then all you have to do is say “On your mark, get set, go” in a dramatic manner and wave the flag when, ok?”

“Got it.” You nod.

“Oh and make sure to ignore anyone who starts asking you to bet money, you don’t want to get involved with that stuff.” Taeyong says, not waiting for you to respond before he walks back towards Johnny. His sudden coldness affects your mood slightly, but you figure it’s within reason since you did just ogle over his best friend’s biggest competitor thus far. Johnny and Taeyong then continue to finish all of the tedious preparations, while you try to get Yuta’s smirk out of your mind.

Before you know it, the race is about to begin. Your palms feel sweaty as you set forward to step out in the middle of the two race cars. Dozens of peoples eyes are set on you as you stop in the center. The heavy gazes of the crowd succeed in making you ever so slightly uncomfortable, but with a thumbs up and a small smile from Taeyong is all you are able to comfortably get started.

“First up we have racing newcomer, Johnny Seo!” You announce. Johnny rolls up in his bright blue car, cheers erupting from the crowd at the sight.

“Second, we have the most famous racer right now, the undefeated Nakamoto Yuta!” Louder cheers erupt as Yuta pulls up in his bright red car, his window open as he sends smiles to the crowd. After a minute or so of waiting for the crowd to be prepared, you start the race.

“On your mark, get set, go!” You yell, swiping the flag down. The two engines rev obnoxiously loudly before taking off at insane speed. Everyone watches in awe as the two cars disappear into the night, leaving only a large whiff of smoke in their place.

“That was great y/n!” Taeyong yells, running up to you. “You didn’t look nervous at all!”

“Oh that’s great, considering I was sort of petrified!” You answer with a smile. “How long do you think it will be before the race is over?”

“Like five minutes tops.” He responds. Certain subtle movements display how blatantly nervous Taeyong is for his friend. It’s obvious how much he wants Johnny to succeed, the shaking of his pupils and the twiddling of his hands revealing his doubts.

“Don’t worry too much Taeyong, I’m sure Johnny will do great. Even if he doesn’t win the race, it’s honor enough that he’s gotten this far.” You pat his shoulder trying to console him. You realize that isn’t the best advice, but you just wanted to get something out their to try and ease Taeyong’s nerves. He was worrying you.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Johnny was never really in it for the fame anyway.” Taeyong lets out a small grin, looking into off to the dark road where the cars drove off. “It would be really awesome if he won though.”

Giggling at his additional sentence, you sigh and follow his gaze towards the empty road. Though Johnny is an incredible racer, he’s the underdog in the current situation. Rooting for the underdog is almost like an unspoken rule, it’s just what’s done; however, you can’t help but wonder what it’d be like to see Yuta win. It’s truly startling how strong of an impression Yuta was able to make within only a minute or so of meeting you. His angelic face, but sinful smirk is still engraved into your thoughts, having not left your mind from the first moment you were met with it. There was no doubt in your mind that Yuta was just another careless flirt, too full of himself to care about who he’s even hitting on; but, the fact that he knew your name managed to throw you on a loop. It’s totally possible he could’ve just been asking around without any interior motive, but it didn’t stop the shiver from running down your spine as soon as your name left his alluring lips.

The frantic cheering around you continues long after the two cars are gone, and continues right up until they return, not dying down once. The rev of one car engine is heard in the distance, and not to your surprise, the car is red. A gush of wind pushes past your body as Yuta’s car passes through the finish line and you throw your flag down ending the race. Cheers sound throughout the crowd of people as Johnny rolls up barely even 3 seconds after. People are exchanging mountainous amounts of money between one another, some people looking devastated and others beaming. As soon as Yuta steps out of his car, he’s surrounded by fans, numerous amounts of them congratulating him on another consecutive win. On the other side of the road, Johnny is pulled into an immediate embrace by Taeyong. A few pats on the back and encouraging words are shared between them before Johnny is walking back to the finish line. Yuta follows suit, still smug as ever as his hoard of fangirls follow him back to the finish line. When Johnny grabs your hand, you make sure to give it a slight squeeze of reassurance, to which he returns with a small smile. When Yuta grabs your hand, he makes it a point to intertwine your fingers together, shamelessly smirking when you look down at your hands slightly shocked. The crowd waits with vigorous amounts of energy cheering with ardor as you lift Yuta’s hand to officially deem him the winner of the race.

“It was an honor to win in front of you, y/n.” Yuta says when you release both of competitors hands. After that he reaches in front of you, his arm just inches away from touching your body, and shakes Johnny’s hand. “Very close race my friend. I must admit that I’m impressed. Nicely done.”

Johnny simply nods in response and then says “Congratulations man, you deserve it.” At that Johnny walks off to go speak to Taeyong again, leaving you alone with Yuta for the time being.

“Impressive right?” He asks, still not leaving your personal space.

“Extremely.” You answer flirtatiously, turning to look at him to see that his eyes are already on you.

“How would you like to go out and celebrate?” He proposes with a wink, his eyes not leaving your face for a second. Considering his offer for a second, you realize his idea of celebrating and your idea of celebrating are most likely two completely different things; so, you decide to slightly play along.

“Is that what you ask all of your flag girls?” You challenge, watching as his eyebrow quirks up at your unexpected response.

“Only you love, I assure you.” He challenges back, knowing that his response will choke you up a bit. “I’m only proposing we go out and party for a bit, nothing too crazy I swear.”

“I don’t know... parties aren’t really my type of scene.” You start. “And I really should be heading back home with Taeyong...” You trail off, breaking out of your character immediately and realizing that you’re digging really deep inside of yourself to find any excuse to not go out with this inhumanely gorgeous man. The worst part is you don’t know if it’s because you’re too scared, or you’re afraid you’re too willing.

“What is he your boyfriend or something?” Yuta questions, his gaze heavy set on your eyes, trying to get you to make eye contact.

“No, he’s not...” You trail off once again, trying to quick wittily muster up some sort of rebuttal.

“Perfect! Then I’ll be sending Sicheng home and then we’ll be leaving to go to the bar, ok? I’ll be back here in a few.” Yuta winks, before leaving you there to be shocked at your own inability to answer.

“Hey y/n, ready to go? Me and Johnny are going to chill at his place if you wanna come.” Taeyong asks, approaching you. Guilt starts consuming your body as you realize who you’re doing. Taeyong is the person who brought you to this whole event in the first place, you can’t just ditch him and Johnny to go partying with the guy Johnny lost the race against. You had to come up with something quick.

“Actually, a ton of people were going to this bar to celebrate the win... I know Johnny may not exactly feel up to going... but?” You ask, cringing at the fact that literally inviting the two of them was the best idea you could come up with.

“Yeah I don’t know about that y/n, but you’re welcome to go if you really want to. Are you sure you’ll be able to get home? I promised your parents I wouldn’t get you into a dangerous situation...” He asks sweetly, and for a moment there you see the original Taeyong from when you were children. The one who would always insist on taking care of you no matter what.

“I can always call an Uber or something, don’t worry Tae.” You respond, feeling shy and looking down at your feet.

“Ok... just text me if you need anything, alright?” You nod in response and watch as Taeyong begins to walk away.

“Wait!” You yell out, causing him to turn around and face you once again.

“Thank you for tonight Taeyong, really. It turned out to be more than I ever could’ve imagined and I’ve had a great time.” You tell him with a smile.

Your confession has him smiling in return. “Of course y/n. You’re welcome anytime.” He responds, before turning around and meeting back up with Johnny. “Text me when you get home!” Adds Taeyong quickly, to which you respond a nod.

“Ready to go?” The sultry voice of Yuta asks you from behind.

You nod, turning around to face him as he takes your hand in his and leads you towards his car. The already frantic beating of your heart begins a quicker pace as his larger hand engulfs your smaller one. It’s almost completely silent since the whole crowd has just about left by now, excluding a few bystanders who were still talking with friends. Yuta opens the door of the passenger side, waiting for you to get inside before entering the vehicle himself. The masculine scent of his cologne floods your mind as you enter the car, jaw slacked in awe as you observe the expensive interior of the model. Moonlight reflects off of the sparkling leather seats, shining onto Yuta’s face at the perfect angle. The small electric numbers reading 1:00am are all that illuminates the inside of the car besides the sliver of light provided from the moon, but the darkness brings you a sense of calmness. Yuta begins driving wordlessly. It seems as he is following the straight road for as long as it could go, not turning anywhere where there seems to be civilization. A minor voice in your mind is reprimanding you for getting into the car with a stranger in the wee hours of the morning, but oddly, you find yourself at peace. There’s something about the rush of the situation, that simply has you over the moon. Never would you have thought you’d be in the position that you are now earlier today. Tonight you decide to just go with the flow. Stepping out of your comfort zone has never been more real than it is right now, and if something this major is the first step to overcoming that obstacle, so be it.

“So, how’d you get yourself into this little predicament?” Yuta questions, breaking you of your thoughts.

“The flag girl thing?” You confirm, before continuing. “Well Taeyong’s family was over my house tonight and he asked me to fill in. I didn’t have anything better to do, so I just figured why not?”

“You’re close with his family?” Yuta asks, his eyes leaving the road to view your expression for a second before facing forward again.

“Well our parents are close, but I haven’t been too close with him since we were kids...” You trail off, wondering why Yuta is suddenly asking you all of these questions, or more so what has you answering all of these personal questions.

“Interesting.” Yuta nods. He turns the wheel of the car and pulls over on the side of the street. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he spares a look over to you before leaving the car.

“Ready?” He asks.

“What happened to the bar...?” You trail off, looking around at your surroundings only to see that the two of you are actually in the middle of nowhere.

“Yeah, I wasn’t really feeling the bar. I decided it’d be cool if I took you to my secret place instead.” He responds, getting out of the car before you get a chance to speak and walking over to your side to open the door.

“Secret place? But aren’t you from Japan?” You ask, confused as to how he’s able to know the area so well.

“I’m from Japan, but I come here often enough that I know the area and have a place to stay here.” He says, grabbing your hand in his and helping you out of the car. “Ever went star gazing?”

Looking up in response to his question, you see that the sky above you is lit immensely with stars. The sight is so magnificent, it manages to take your breath away.

“I haven’t been in years...” You say, unable to think of anything else to say while staring at such a spectacular sight.

“Well then, today’s your lucky day.” He tells you, pulling a blanket out of his car and placing it on the grass. “Come sit.”

Taking a seat next to him, you place your arms behind you to lounge your body so that you’re facing the sky at a comfortable position. Crickets chirping and the additional average noises of the night are all that’s sounding around you. Looking over at Yuta, you find him in the same position as you, his face once again lit up by the reflection of the moon. He was truly ethereal.

“How did you find this place?” You ask, your initial awe still incapable of leaving your body.

“Like I said, I know the area.” He starts. “It’s nice to escape sometimes.”

“Escape?” You respond, hoping that he’d understand your desire for elaboration. Yuta waits until he responds, as if he’s considering what he should and shouldn’t tell you.

“It’s all a facade y/n.” He begins, turning to face you before he continues on. “I act like a cocky douche bag all of the time, but that’s not who I really am.” Your gaze follows one of his hands to observe him picking at the grass. “I don’t race for the popularity, the girls, the money, it’s nothing like that. Sure it’s a job, but the real reason I race is the rush.” He finishes, emphasizing ‘rush’ with a flick of a strain of grass off of his finger. His confession shocks you, both the meaning behind it and the fact that he’s telling you this at all.

“Why fake it?” You ask, intrigued to learn more about the real story behind Nakamoto Yuta. He’s only began to tell you a fraction of it but you’re already yearning to hear more.

“Is it odd if I accustom the faking it to being part of the rush as well?” He questions, looking at you with a smile. “It’s almost as if I’m an actor playing a character. I get to do what I love without exploiting myself to the negatives of it.” He pauses for a second and then turns back to the stars. “One shouldn’t race for the money or the attention, they should race to race. I wasn’t kidding when I told your friend that I was impressed, I could tell his main priority was just enjoying the flow of things.”

“What’s the rush of racing to you?” You inquire, the desire to learn more almost itching at you.

“Racing... is like... my own personal high. Driving at speeds of such intense, dangerous measure and trying to get to the finish line, doesn’t only help clear my mind, it helps replenish my well-being. When I was younger, my family life wasn’t the best. My mom left, my dad was an alcoholic, and I worked a two jobs. Once I had enough money, I bought my first car. And that beat up old car was all I had was all I had. It was my only escape, and it stuck until this day.” Finishes Yuta.

At first you don’t know what to respond. Yuta’s history was much deeper and much more meaningful than you had expected, and it almost makes you feel unworthy of hearing all of this. The two of you had just met and you can’t help but wonder what inclined him to share such a deep part of his life with you.

“Why did you decide to tell me this?” You decide to ask, praying that it doesn’t come off the wrong way. Luckily, Yuta seems to understand where you’re coming from.

“I don’t know to be completely honest with you.” He says, looking at you with a fond smile. “There’s something about you y/n, you’re just... intriguing. As soon as I saw you I thought you were gorgeous, obviously; however, I could tell how nervous you were to be at the race... it clearly wasn’t your usual hangout. So I asked around, found out your name, and decided to approach you. And I’m very happy I did, because I’m still just as intrigued now as I was around two hours ago.” He says, his body moving closer towards yours in what he tries to pass off as a casual manner.

“I’m happy you did too.” You respond, leaning into his hold.

Looking up, you are met with his eyes looking down at you, the sudden strong eye contact chilling. “Can I...” His asks as he looks down at your lips.

You nod slightly, staying still as he slowly closes the space in between the both of you. Your lips are soft against his as he takes control of the kiss. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer into his hold. The kiss starts getting messier, both of you becoming more frantic with your actions. Yuta bites down on your bottom lip harshly, eliciting a mewl from your lips. He groans in response, your noise affecting his desire in magnificent ways. His hands start to trail down your body further, to the point where he’s practically holding your ass, then he starts to lay you down on the blanket. Placing his hands on either side of your head, Yuta holds himself over you, never disconnecting his lips from yours. Your hands are tangled into his hair, tugging at the hair on nape of his neck whenever something he does feels particularly pleasant. The mixture of your tiny moans and his groaning fills the air until you both have to pull away to breathe. He doesn’t go far, but instead stays directly in front of your face, his frantic breathing prominent.

“I didn’t mean for that to go that far.” His whispers, his breathing still heavily erratic.

“Do you regret it?” You gain the confidence to flirt, a small smirk making it’s way on to your face.

“Not at all.” He smirks in response, leaning in to kiss you yet again. This time however, it is only a quick peck on the lips.

“Thank you.” You tell him.

“For what?” He questions, resting his head on his arm so that he could face you.

“For tonight. I never usually do things like this ever, but I couldn’t have even imagined it would turn out like this.” You answer slightly flustered.

“It’s my pleasure.” He responds, intertwining your hand in his. “Besides you did just listen to my whole life history.” He laughs, to which you respond. “It’s getting late, you know.” He says, a glint present in his eyes.

“Yeah, I should probably get home...” You trail off, realizing that it must be almost 3 o’clock in the morning right now.

“Lets go pretty, we don’t want you getting home too late, now do we?” He smirks, holding his hand out to help you up.

The two of you fold up the blanket and get back into his car, preparing for the decently long drive ahead of you. Once your seatbelt is buckled, Yuta hands you his phone. You look at him with a cocked eyebrow, as if to ask him why he just handed you his cellphone.

“I don’t want this to be... you know... the last time we meet up like this.” He confesses, almost shyly.

“Did famous street racer Nakamoto Yuta just ask me for my number?” You mock in an annoying voice, eliciting a laugh from him.

“Famous street racer Nakamoto Yuta just made out with you in an open field under the stars, him asking for your number shouldn’t be anywhere near as shocking.” He winks, making it your turn to blush at his words. He lets out a small laugh once he sees your reaction and places his hand behind your head to pull you in for a gentle kiss on the forehead. “Cute.” He says, before revving the car and starting the drive.

The majority of the car ride home is in silence, but a comfortable one. Music plays quietly in the background as you watch the objects in the window pass by. It has to be nearly 3:30 in the morning at this point, and you’ve never been so tired but so awake at the same time. You didn’t want to leave Yuta. This was the most fun you’ve had in an extremely long time, and if it were possible, you wouldn’t want this night to end. When you and Yuta pull up to your apartment, Yuta leans in to give you a full, but chaste kiss once more.

“I’ll text you.” he smiles, placing a quick peck on your lips before pulling away and letting you get out of the car.

Walking up to your building, you turn around once you hear his engine and watch the car drive away into the darkness. A small smile makes its way onto your lips before you’re entering your apartment building. Once you make it inside, you go to shoot Taeyong a quick text just to let him know that everything’s ok. About a minute or so later, your text tone goes off; however, instead of Taeyong’s name it’s a random number.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: hey y/n, it’s yuta. coffee tomorrow?

Typing out a quick response, you throw your phone onto your bed, and start looking for what you’d like to wear on your coffee date tomorrow.

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Ok guys…this is my first EVER fanfiction and I’m extremely nervous releasing it because there are parts I’m still not exactly sure about. However – here it is. Please be gentle!

Ready to Run

#ChoicesCreates Round 21

Prompt : What if…

Book: The Royal Romance

Rating: T

Genre: Angst

Pairings: Drake X MC

Words: ~4000 (I got a little carried away…)

Summary: This scene takes place in the MC’s room at Applewood Manor after Drake has just kicked Tariq out of the MC’s room. I kept some of the dialogue from the original scene, but expanded it to include some of the confessions between Drake and MC in the Beaumont Study. My MC’s name is Cabren Middleton.

Still shaking, Cabren breathes a sigh of relief as she wraps her arm around the rail at the foot of her bed and leans her head against it.

“Thank you for coming, Drake. I’m afraid of what would have happened if you hadn’t walked in when you did.” The fear in her voice still apparent, she gazes down at the floor trying to comprehend what just happened. Why did Tariq think she wanted something more? Who had told him that she did? Being an outsider in this place, Bertrand told her that she must win everyone over…the council, the king and queen, the press, the public...even the other suitors, including those who were continually rude and condescending to her…IF she was to be queen. She had tried very hard to be warm and friendly, as well as proper, to everyone she interacted with. Had she been too friendly to Tariq? Was it her fault? Subconsciously, she pulls her robe tighter around her waist almost if she was trying to cocoon herself from anyone else getting too close.

“Aw, shucks, Middleton. Don’t go getting soft on me now.” Drake grins, hoping to make her smile and lift her spirits. He could see the fear in her eyes. It was the same wide-eyed deer look he had seen in the stables as the horse reared up on her right before the derby. Thank God he was there to intervene before she got hurt. He longed to pick her up, throw her over his shoulder and walk out of manor to get her away from these toxic people. He hates some of them for how they treat her and he hates feeling helpless, just as he did when his sister, Savannah, got hurt and left suddenly.

“I mean it. You were there for me when I needed you.” Cabren’s eyes rose to meet his as she smiled softly. She couldn’t help but notice his normally dark, steely eyes had softened as he watched her.

“I’ll always be here for you…I mean, for Liam’s sake, of course.” Drake stammers. “Liam would never forgive me if something…bad…happened to you. And you know what? I’d never forgive myself either.” The urge to pull her into his arms overwhelms him and he shoves his hands into his jean pockets to keep himself from reaching for her. “Are you okay?” He asks gently.

“I’ll be fine.” Cabren answers, knowing for a fact that she will have a hard time sleeping tonight.

“Well I should get out of here before we really cause a scandal.” Drake teases, the corners of his mouth curving into a facetious grin before he turns towards the door. Cabren grins back at him, pleasantly surprised at his second attempt to make her smile. Normally Drake gives nothing but doom and gloom warnings to her, but tonight he was different…the way he looked at her, his tone of voice. It was a tender side of him that she had not seen before. As he reaches the door, he winces and grabs his ribs where Tariq had punched him.

“You’re hurt!” Cabren cries and starts towards him, her hands instinctively pulling his shirt up to inspect his ribs.

“Nothing a few shots of whiskey won’t fix.” Drakes says sarcastically and grabs her wrists, pushing her hands down. “You trying to get me to take my shirt off, Middleton?” He teases her as he looks down into her eyes, still holding her wrists. Shit, she’s so close to him right now…the soft skin on her wrists and the scent of her perfume is intoxicating, making him feel almost drunk. What was it about her? When she had first come to Cordonia, he kept telling himself that she was probably just some crown-chaser like the other women he has seen at court. However, he could see Liam was starting to fall for her and he committed to himself that he would be there for Liam once Liam realized Cabren was just like the others and broke his heart. He was determined to keep her at a distance, but also keep a watchful eye out for his best friend. However, the more time he spent with her, the more he realized that she was different from the others. He found himself seeking her out at each event of the social season, hoping for a few moments to talk to her and to hear her laugh. After a while, those few moments were over too quickly and he found himself asking her to sneak out for a drink down in Olivia’s cellar just so he could spend more time with her.

He had also begun to notice things about her over those past few weeks that he had never observed before: the way the auburn flecks in her dark hair shimmered in the sunlight, the way she would throw her head back and laugh when she was really tickled at one of his lame jokes, the way she would chew on her bottom lip when she was deep in thought, the way the room seemed to light up when she smiled… Was he falling for her? No, he can’t fall for his best friend’s girl. But he knew it was already too late. He was in deep…way too deep.

As he feels his willpower begin to dissolve, he quickly looks away and abruptly releases her wrists.

“I just want to help.” Cabren says quietly and she steps even closer.

“I’m fine. Save your fussing for someone else.” He says flatly. Refusing to look at her, he turns towards the door…anxious to put distance between them before he does something stupid.

Cabren quickly moves between Drake and the door, cutting off his escape. She crosses her arms and glares at him. “Drake, you got hurt for me. I’m not letting you leave this room until you let me take a look at you!”

Oh no...she has that look. He’s seen it several times before when she has put him in his place and he knows she is not going to back down. “You can start by taking off your shirt. I think he hit your ribs pretty hard. They could be broken!” she exclaims, gesturing at his ribs.

“Wow, you’ve got a real bossy side to you, you know that?” Drake sneers, annoyance quickly spreading across his face. She’s so close, he can feel her breath on his face and it suddenly feels like the room is spinning. Damn her for having this effect on him! He takes a deep breath and steps back.

“You think I’m being bossy?” Cabren scoffs, not backing down. “Drake, I’m taking that shirt off you myself.”

“Hey...” Drake starts to protest, but before he can finish, Cabren grabs the hem of his shirt, pulls it over his head and tosses it to the ground.

Drake stands still as Cabren slowly walks around him, touching his ribs and his back. His muscles ripple as she runs her fingers over his body. His heart beats faster with every touch of her hand. Breathe, just breathe, he tells himself.

“So, doctor, do you see anything alarming?” He asks sarcasticaly.

“You’re going to have a few spectacular bruises…” she replies softly as her eyes drink in the hard lines of his body…his muscled shoulders, the definition in his biceps, the chiseled abs she longs to run her fingers down. She smiles up at him as he turns to face her.

Drake laughs. “Yeah, Tariq hits harder than you’d think. He almost impressed me.”

The smile fades from Cabren’s face. “What is it?” he asks quietly.

“It’s all my fault” she whispers, her voice cracking, she turns her back to him with tears glistening in her eyes.

Drake’s strong hands grab her shoulders and turn her back around to face him. “No, I got hurt because of Tariq. Nothing that happened tonight was your fault. Don’t ever let yourself think like that, okay Middleton?” Cabren nods her head quietly.

Drake runs his fingers through his hair and stares at her. “You can be so…never mind” he mutters. “Hey, weren’t you supposed to be tending to my wounds?” he asks, hoping to change the subject.

“Oh right!” Cabren replies, her voice returning to its familiar, sunny tone. “I think one of the servants fill this bucket with ice every night. You know, just in case I need to chill some champagne…” she chuckles, seemingly relieved that he changed the subject.

“Or ice down a friend’s bruises” he adds, as he pours himself a glass of whiskey from the liquor cabinet in her room

“Exactly” Cabren agrees as she moves towards the ice bucket, wrapping the ice in a small towel from her nightstand.

Cabren presses the ice gently to his ribs. He’s surprised at how gentle her touch is and finds himself wanting to see more of her gentle side. He suddenly feels a flash of jealousy knowing that Liam probably gets to see that side of her. He knows it is wrong to ask for that, but he suddenly finds himself needing to tell her how he feels.

“I know I don’t act very grateful for anything most of the time, but I do…care about you.” Drake says staring at the ground, afraid to meet her eyes.

Cabren’s heart catches in her throat. He said it. He finally said it. But care does not necessarily mean love. He cares about me…but in what way? she ponders. “I care about you too.” She replies, her cheeks blushing.

“You…you do?” Drake’s head snaps up in disbelief. His heart begins to pound in his chest so loudly that he can hear it in his ears. Did she really just say that? His eyes search hers, looking for reassurance that he wasn’t hearing things.

“Yes” Cabren answers softly, staring at him.

The yearning look in her eyes was one he had not seen before. He finds himself hypnotized by her gaze and everything in the room seems to fade away. He desperately wants to close the distance between them, take her in his arms and kiss her until she’s breathless…but he finds himself unable to move, trapped by his loyalty to his best friend. Realizing this conversation is headed into dangerous territory, he looks away quickly and runs his hand through his hair. “You shouldn’t say things like that, Middleton.”

He takes a gulp of his whiskey and continues. “You’re here for Prince Liam. All of the suitors are. And, well, so is the entire court. All the nobles, all of the royals, all of the servants, even. Everything and everyone in this place exists to orbit around Liam. You could almost hate him for it, if he weren’t so damned likeable. It’s dangerous for people like you and me to forget that.” Drake sighs and takes another drink of his whiskey.

“What are you getting at, Drake?” Cabren presses him.

“Hell, Middleton. Don’t make me say it.” Drake finishes off his glass of whiskey and sets it down on the nightstand.

“If we’d met somewhere else…anywhere else. At a club in New York, or in an airport, or at a party…” Drake says wistfully. “If you hadn’t been our waitress that night, and I hadn’t been sitting next to Liam...do you think all of this…do you think it could’ve been different between us?” Drake looks at her with sadness in his eyes.

What if? She had that exact same question over the past week. What if they had met under different circumstances? What would their life be like together? Being with Drake just felt right and it was easy to imagine her life with him.

She had visualized them living together in New York, going for long walks in Central Park, cuddling on the couch watching tv…but the one that stood our most vividly was her visualizing their first Christmas together. Christmas was her favorite holiday and Cabren loved everything about it…the lights, the music, decorating the Christmas tree. Growing up with just her mom, money was always tight, but her mom made every effort to make Christmas special for her. Every Christmas Eve, Cabren and her mom watched her favorite Christmas movie, “Rudolph and the Red Nosed Reindeer”…all while snuggling together under a blanket on the couch. After the movie, they would make cookies for Santa and leave them out on a special plate that her mom made for her when she was a baby. They would complete their night with her mother reading her “The Night Before Christmas” before she fell asleep.

Knowing how Drake hated celebrating his birthday, she imagined that he probably felt the same way about Christmas. However, she had decided after she lost her mother, she would definitely keep the movie tradition alive that she had come to love. Of course, Drake would complain about it with some snarky comments, but he would ultimately do it because he knew how much it meant to her.

Thinking back to that daydream made her smile, but her smile faded quickly and something inside her began to hurt, knowing that her daydream could never come true. She swallowed hard and answered with her voice shaky. “Drake…it would’ve been different. Sure, you would’ve been gruff and I wouldn’t have let you get away with anything…But all the rest? Yeah, it would’ve been different.” She looked up at him, with a tear slowly sliding down her cheek.

“Cabren…” Drake says hoarsely, as he walks towards her. His hand cups her cheek and he wipes away the solitary tear.

Feeling the warmth of his hand on her cheek, Cabren closes her eyes. His hands were rough and strong, yet so gentle in his comfort of her. Then as quickly as he touched her, her cheek was met with cold air as he jerks his hand away from her, snapping her eyes open. “What am I doing?” Drake mutters, his eyes suddenly returning to their dark, steely expression. “I have to go.”

Drake turns and heads towards the door. No longer able to control herself, Cabren wraps her arms around his chest, pressing her cheek against his back. Drake stops and brings his hands up to hers. “Middleton…you shouldn’t” he says quietly…feeling his resolve beginning to weaken.

“Don’t you get tired of being so careful all the time?” Cabren asks nervously, tightening her arms around him.

“Constantly” he replies as he turns around and pulls her to him. His mouth comes crashing down on hers, kissing her with a hunger and passion she’s never felt before. His hands tangle in her hair and she meets his kiss eagerly, pressing her body into his. Feeling her hips against his, Drake groans and grabs her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. He bites at the soft skin on her neck and while his other arm wraps around her waist pulling her tighter, desperately needing to be closer to her.

“Drake…” she moans as his mouth kisses its way back up her neck and descends on hers again. His kisses becoming more urgent, as his tongue explores her mouth, full of need and desire. And suddenly, he pulls back and pushes her away as if he had been slapped.

“I’ve got to get out of here. Now. Before I do something we might both regret.” Drake says, breathing hard.

Cabren steps toward him defiantly, just inches away from his face. “Why don’t you just admit it?” she challenges him, her face flushed and her stunning, emerald green eyes staring intently into his, waiting for his reply. Those eyes…sometimes he felt they could see directly into his soul.

Drake smirks. “Admit what?” He asks nonchalantly, his face expressionless as he stares back at her.

“Admit that you have feelings for me beyond friendship! Admit that there is something between us.” Cabren persists, her eyes still staring intently into his. God, he could get lost in those eyes…

“There is nothing between us.” Drake says flatly, staring back at her.

“I don’t believe you.” Cabren snorts, refusing to look away. “You’re lying to yourself and now you’re lying to me. What are you so afraid of?” She asks mockingly.

She curses herself for feeling so vulnerable, but she must know the truth. Is she imagining that there is actually something between them? She couldn’t be imagining it with the way he just kissed her. All those lingering looks, hands “accidentally” brushing together, their legs touching in the pastry shop as they sat close to one another…and now that kiss…was she the only one that felt “it?”

She wasn’t exactly sure what “it” was, but it felt like a jolt of electricity going through her, making her stomach flutter and her toes tingle each time he touched her. Was this what it was like to be in love? She thought she was in love once back in high school with a guy named Luke in her chemistry class. They had dated her entire senior year, but broke up when they both headed off to different colleges. Afterwards, she had a serious relationship in college with a very controlling boyfriend. Everything was perfect for the first 5-6 months, but then his true personality was revealed. She ended up leaving that relationship and moving to New York to start fresh. However, no one ever affected her the way He did. Although Drake was rude and annoying with his quips and snarky remarks when she first arrived, she had begun to see past the façade the more time she spent with him. He had begun to let his guard down and shared things about his life with her. The more time she spent with him, the more she felt herself drawn to him…and it scared her. The pull she felt to him reminded her of a moth attracted to a flame…and things never end up well for the moth. Eventually the moth is burned and she was afraid the same fate awaited her.

“Afraid?” He questions brusquely, his brown eyes growing even darker and his jaw flinching in anger. “You have no idea - “

“Yes, Drake, afraid!” She interrupts in frustration. “Afraid to let down the walls you build up to keep others at a distance…to keep me at a distance! You shut out everyone that isn’t Liam and yet here I am, still trying to get you see how much I care about you!” Cabren throws her hands up in exasperation.

Shocked by her declaration, Drake rakes his hand through his hair and turns away from her. His stomach begins to churn and the room starts to spin. Was it the whiskey? No, it couldn’t be the whiskey. He only had a few shots earlier and could drink way more than that before being drunk. Dammit! Why does she has this effect on him? He leans his arm against the fireplace mantle to steady himself before answering.

“Cabren, don’t… I can’t…you’re not here for me.” He stammers as he turns to face her, his voice growing louder. “You’re here for Liam…or have you forgotten that?”

“Yes, Drake - I’m well aware that I’m here for Liam!” She hisses as the fire in her eyes grows. He wonders if she realizes that her eyes change to a deeper shade of green when she’s mad.

“Bertrand and Maxwell remind me of that every day! But what about my feelings, Drake? Am I just supposed to choke down all of that and marry into a lifestyle that I don’t want with someone that I’m not in love with? What about what I want? Everyone is so concerned with Liam’s feelings...do my feelings not matter?” Her voice wavers as tears begin to fall silently down her cheeks.

“Yes, your feelings matter, but you have no clue what you’re asking me to do!” Drake exclaims. “Liam is head over heels in love with you. It would kill him to know that I betrayed him by falling in love with his chosen bride. I just can’t do that to him! What do you want from me Middleton?” he asks, his voice cracking.

“I want you to let down this fortress you’ve built around your heart and let me in! I want to be with you! I’m not in love with Liam. I love you!” Cabren shouts, her fists clenched in frustration.

There. She said it. Those three little words that he never dreamed he would hear. His heart leapt hearing her say it with such passion and there was no doubt in his mind that she meant it. He wanted desperately to take her in his arms and show her much he loved her. He wanted to climb up on the roof and proclaim his love for her to everyone in Cordonia. But as much as he wanted her to be his, he couldn’t hurt Liam.

He picks up his shirt and pulls it slowly over his head. “I can’t love you, Cabren. I’m sorry.” He says, turning to look at her, the pain apparent in his face.

“Drake, wait…please don’t go.” Cabren pleads, as she starts towards him. Drake stops and turns toward her, opening his mouth as if he was going to say something…but decides against it.

And with the click of the closing door, he was gone.

Cabren sank to the floor on her knees as the tears began to flow freely down her cheeks, the anguish washing over her in a giant wave. She clutched her stomach as sobs began to wrack her body.

Images of the events from the past two months began to flood her mind as she tried to make sense of everything. What was she doing here? She didn’t belong here. Drake had told her that all along. Now that she had confessed her feelings to him and knowing that he did not feel the same was just too much. She was so tired…tired of being told what to wear, what to say, what to eat….tired of curtsying and kissing up to people that don’t mean anything to her…and most importantly, tired of playing this game to win a crown she didn’t want and marry someone she didn’t love.

It felt like the walls were closing in around her and she was being suffocated. The burden of it all was slowly killing her and every time she saw Drake, she died a little more knowing she couldn’t be with him. She realizes that she couldn’t go on pretending anymore and she has to get out of there…and fast.

As she changes into her favorite jeans, t-shirt and boots, she remembers a gate at the back fence of the manor that she could slip through without being seen. This is where she would make her escape. She knew the pier wasn’t far away and she could take the quiet, dirt road that ran behind the manor to the pier without being seen. From there, she would find the airport on the mainland and go back to New York. She threw her phone in the trash can by her bed so that Maxwell or Liam couldn’t call her and try to talk her out of leaving.

With one last look around her room, she puts what money she has left in her jeans pocket and quietly leaves the manor.

She moves quickly and quietly on the grounds until she reaches the back gate. She wants desperately to turn around and see Drake running after her, telling her not to leave and to stay for him, but she knows that he will not be running after her. He has made his decision. She walks through the gate, forcing herself to not look back.

As she starts down the dirt road towards the pier, she realizes for the first time in her life, she feels completely and utterly alone.

#ChoicesCreates @hollyashton @catsrtheboss

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faberlewis-blog · 7 years

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For Us- Part 3

*Authors Note: Growing up in a world where you’re considered different can be stifling. Especially when you open a book or turn on your TV and you see no one like you. This story about two women trying their hand at love is my attempt to help chip away at that loneliness.

Lisa nearly choked on her wine as she realized her mystery girl was planning on leaving. Her former fear of pushing through the crowd suddenly fell to the wayside. She jumped up from the table and weaved through people and bodies towards the leather jacket clad woman who was currently escaping out the door. Breathlessly, she slid in front of her, her forehead nearly bumping into her chin as she was easily a solid four inches shorter.

“You’re leaving?” she heard herself blurt out.

“Yeah,” she replied with a chuckle.

“But you bought me a drink,” Lisa pointed out as if it weren’t obvious, “And now you’re leaving?”

“I kind of just assumed that was our thing,” the blond stated with a raised eyebrow, “Plus there is this uppity lookin’ wine drinker at my table.”

“Your table?” she said, putting two and two together, “Right. Jason sent me there.”

“I figured,” she replied, nodding, “So are you gonna invite me to sit down or…?”

“Are you sure you want to be seen with the uppity looking wine drinker?” Lisa joked.

“I definitely want to be seen with her.” Lisa felt the blush creep into her cheeks as she turned back towards the table. She moved through the crowd much more carefully than she had when she came in that direction. She could feel the singer’s presence behind her as she walked. When they arrived at the table they sat in a moment of surprisingly comfortable silence, just observing each other.

“Hi,” Lisa finally broke the silence.

“Hey,” she greeted in return, “I’m Kenny.” Lisa’s eyebrows shot straight up. So Josh hadn’t misled her. She had only mistakenly assumed Kenny was a man.

“I’m Lisa,” she introduced herself, “You’re really great.” Kenny snorted a laugh out of her nose, causing Lisa to quickly add, “Singer! Singer. You’re a really great singer.”

“Thank you,” Kenny replied, “What brings you to The Top?”

“Jason actually,” Lisa said, “He bartends at a restaurant I frequent.” Making an attempt at playful charm, she tried to appear as if she hadn’t even remembered seeing Kenny there.

“Oh does he?” Kenny said, clearly acting surprised, “Where’s that? Maybe I know the place.”

“Dalton’s.” she shared.

“What a coincidence. I do know that restaurant,” Kenny stated, keeping up the charade, “I actually got fired from there recently.”

“No,” Lisa said in mock astonishment, “Why?”

“A beautiful woman walked in one night and I just couldn’t control myself,” she answered, “I had to sing her a song. Some stuffy old jackass didn’t like it. He was probably just jealous she didn’t buy him a drink.”

“I heard it was because you liked to sing about getting women naked,” Lisa retorted.

“That could have something to do with it,” Kenny agreed, “I hated that job anyways. Everyone there is so_.”

“Stuck up,” Lisa finished her sentence.

“Exactly,” she replied. Dropping the charade of never seeing her there, Kenny continued, “Why do you go there?”

“Some of my materialistically inclined clients like it, so I accommodate them,” she answered.

“Clients?” Kenny asked.

“I’m a divorce lawyer,” Lisa shared.

“A lawyer huh?” she repeated, “Well I guess I know who is picking up the tab. I better get another drink.”

“Allow me,” Lisa offered. She had noticed Jason glancing in their direction every few moments. The next time he did, she just gestured to Kenny and he nodded knowingly, throwing her a thumbs up.

“So that guy then?” Kenny asked.

“Not my boyfriend,” Lisa confirmed. They were interrupted momentarily by the brunette practically slamming a double in front of Kenny, and staring daggers into the side of her face. Kenny didn’t even bother looking her way. “Your girlfriend seems upset,” Lisa pointed out, as the waitress stomped off.

“That’s because she’s not my girlfriend,” Kenny shared.

“But_.”

“We kissed? Yeah I’m kind of a whore like that.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being kissed a lot,” Lisa shared her sentiment on the matter.

“That’s kind of how I see it,” the blond replied with a smile. “She doesn’t, I guess.”

“Apparently,” she agreed.

“Are you married?” Kenny asked.

“No!”Lisa exclaimed, “Wouldn’t I have mentioned that when we were talking about my non-boyfriend?”

“Not necessarily,” she replied, “I lie by omission a lot. So I never put it passed anyone else to do the same.”

“Are you always this blunt?” Lisa shot back.

“Yes.”

After a slight pause, Lisa said, “I like it. Makes me feel like I don’t have to wonder what you’re thinking.”

“That’s the truth,” Kenny confirmed, “I never have a problem telling anyone what’s on my mind. Want to know what I’m thinking now?”

“Yes.”

“I want to take you home with me.”

“…and I want to go.”

Ten minutes later, Lisa was following Kenny through the front door of a very modest, but very clean apartment. The furniture was very basic. At first glance, Lisa would assume no one even lived there. It was also freezing cold, as if the heat had never been turned on despite it being January.

“Welcome to my place,” Kenny spoke, causing Lisa to look up from her observations, “It’s not much.”

“Well lucky for you I’m not really here to see the apartment,” she replied, “It is cold though.”

“I’ll warm you up soon,” she said. This made the lawyer blush. As much as she was enjoying this sexual banter back and forth, it was more the wine talking than her.

With Lisa following behind her, Kenny made her way into the kitchen and opened a cupboard, grabbing the only two glasses in there. She then reached towards the top of the fridge, pulling down a liquor bottle. She poured the equivalent of a shot in each glass then turned around. She was surprised to find Lisa right behind her, standing incredibly close. She recovered from her surprise quickly, settling into Lisa’s personal space as if she belonged there. “This is my good stuff,” she said, handing Lisa one of the drinks.

They clinked their glasses together, Kenny’s smirk making Lisa weak in the knees. She tried to tip the drink back with as much ease as she could, but the moment the liquid hit her throat she had to fight to suppress her gag reflex. Kenny hadn’t drank hers yet, choosing instead to watch Lisa struggle through hers. “That is not good stuff,” she coughed out, once she had actually managed to swallow the liquid.

“It’s not wine that’s for sure,” she replied, leaning impossibly closer and still managing not to touch her. Lisa took in the blue eyes that seemed to stare into her soul and tried to calm her breathing. Every part of her felt pulled to reach out and touch to woman in front of her. With a hard swallow she gained her composure and was finally able to return the confident stare. Stealing the glass out of Kenny’s hand, she tipped that liquid into her own mouth as well.

“The second one always goes down easier,” she proclaimed. Dropping the glass to the floor she wrapped her fingers around the back of the blond’s neck and pulled her in. The first kiss was hard and hot, literally taking Lisa’s breath away. When she opened her mouth to breathe, Kenny took the opportunity to slip her tongue inside and deepen the kiss.

“Do you want this?” Kenny asked in between kisses, as she leaned Lisa against the counter.

“Yes,” Lisa confirmed, “You?”

“Yes.” Kenny ran her hands down Lisa’s side. They found their place on the back of her thighs and lifted her up to the counter top.

“Wait, wait,” she requested. Kenny pulled away immediately, looking at her questioningly. “Am I ever going to see you again after this?”

The woman in front of her considered her answer for a moment before saying, “Probably not.”

“Ok,” Lisa said, taking in her response. Deciding she could live with that, Lisa rushed to return to their original intensity. She pulled at the bottom of Kenny’s shirt until she got the hint to back away, giving her room to pull it off. Pulling her closer, she ran her hand up the center of of the woman’s chest, her hand getting tangled in a long chain as she did so. Shaking it off, she caught sight of the pair of dog tags held in place by the chain.

“You were in the military?” she asked as the blond moved on from kissing her mouth to her neck. She mumbled a yes as she pulled her shirt to the side and gently bit the top of her shoulder. “That seems like something you would have mentioned by now.” At this, the woman quit paying attention to her neck and stepped back with a satisfied smirk on her face.

“I like to prove I can get laid without mentioning it,” she stated right before reattaching her lips to her shoulder. Lisa scoffed. Kenny oozed confidence and she both hated and loved it at the same time.

“You are such a jerk,” she said breathlessly, just as Kenny found her sweet spot in the crook of her neck, “But you are good at this.”

It was the cold that eventually woke Lisa up. There was a very faint light pouring through the only window in Kenny’s bedroom, leading her to believe it was somewhere around six in the morning. Even though it was Saturday, and she had no place to be, Lisa figured she would spare them both the awkward morning after conversation and leave now.

Before getting up she took a moment to study the woman next to her. She was lying on her stomach, the blanket pushed down to her waist exposing her bare back. Lisa had felt the back and shoulder muscles under her fingers the night before, but now in the dim light she could actually see them. She ran her hand gently up Kenny’s spine, slowly waking her from her slumber.

“Hmm,” Kenny mumbled, once she was awake enough to realize Lisa was looking at her, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she assured her, “I’m going to go. Ok?” The blond squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them again, more alert and more awake.

“Ok,” she stated, “Do you want me to walk you to your car?”

“No, thank you,” she replied, “Get some sleep.”

“Alright,” she nodded, “Well bye.”

“Goodbye.”

Kenny easily returned to her slumber. As quietly as possible, Lisa pushed herself up off of the mattress, which was inconveniently placed directly on the floor. She gathered her clothes and shivered as she put them on. With one last look over her shoulder at her now not-so-mystery girl, she left the bedroom and let herself out of the apartment, folding her bare arms in an attempt to protect herself from the cold.

To Be Continued...

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yanderehetalia · 7 years

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I just saw your reply for the Soviet Russia ask, and I was wondering if you would wright a scenario for after America's girlfriend had been brought to him? Thank you!

(that was a long ass while ago but sounds like fun)(cold war america vs russia is best america vs russia)

You’re tossed onto a hard floor, the two “kind” women you’d previously thought of as nothing more than maids snicker and slam the door behind you. You stumble to your feet and brush yourself off, frantically scanning for a way out. You’d actually prepared (somewhat) for this, as your boyfriend was more than a little paranoid about the Soviet Union. That was understandable, though, given that he was the literal flesh-and-blood representation of a country that was (more or less?) at war with the USSR. The room you were ungracefully thrown into was simple, yet the whole place had a very important and regal feel… in the worst way possible. Auras that could only be described as demonic and sinister dripped from the ceiling and oozed from the walls, coating the room in a shell of anxiety and horror. one one end were a pair of doors, on the other was a massive desk, topped with neatly stacked papers, a telephone,… and pictures of you. Now thoroughly panicked and violated, the frantic-ness of your search increased ten fold. The door you came in from was much too unsafe, god only knows what’s waiting out there for you. You look up and a vent catches your eye. Ah, a classic. You grab the arms of the large chair behind the desk and push it towards the wall.

“A-are you leaving?! Please don’t leave! He’ll kill me!” you whip around, a man now stood at the door, and he looked terrified.

“Who are you?!” you growl. The man takes a few steps back, like a startled animal.

“I am Toris, pretty much a slave of Ivan’s. I was sent to watch you. He had originally asked his sisters- the maids who captured you- to watch you. But then Natalya said she would rather die than protect the person who stole her brother’s love, which made Katya back down too and so- I’m rambling I’m sorry I should stop.” He turns slightly away from you, bowing his head and averting his eyes, obviously uncomfortable.

“Nonono, please, explain more,” your mind was racing, if you could wring enough out of him, he seemed unhappy as well so, maybe you could get him out too? “Who’s Ivan? What position does he hold? Where am I?Who ae you specifically?” You shoot, he appears a bit overwhelmed, but none the less responds with a short sigh.

“Ivan is my boss, and he holds no -official- position, you are in his home just north of Moscow. And since I know you were with America, I know you can believe me when I tell you that I am Lithuania, the country. So that would make Ivan the… You know.” He didn’t have to finish, you know exactly what he was going to say. Your heart plummets down to your stomach, and you feel like you may just throw it right back up.

“So Ivan is the USSR.” He nods solemnly, raising his head again and changing the subject.

“Do you want anything to eat? Drink, perhaps? you gently shake your head, looking him in the face, and you see a spark light. “Do you want to call America then?” His demeanor takes a surprising turn, one you would think is more fitting for a country.

“you’d help me do that?”

“Ivan’s phone is pretty much the only one in this whole damn country that isn’t tapped, so he wouldn’t know a thing. I hate Ivan as much as, hell probably even more, than you do, but if I do help you, you have to promise me something.”

“To help you get freedom?”

“Not necessarily, first of all promise me you’ll tell America I said hello, but also promise me that he’ll pound Ivan so far into the ground that the bastard will be the first man to the center of the Earth.” He finishes with a grin of shining courage, taking your hands in his. It seems to drop just as soon as it came and twists into a look of horror. “Ivan’s back.” he whispers breathlessly. He leaps away from you and back to the door. “You don’t know me, my name,you’ve never talked to me or barely even looked at me, I was just standing here the whole time, ok?” He spews, the second he finishes the door is thrown open.

“You’re dismissed.” A tall figure growls and Toris scurries out of the room like a frightened little mouse.

The man approaches you, and about three feet away from you starts circling, inspecting, his face stoic and inexpressive. He stalks back around to your front, leaning down so his piercing violet eyes burn directly into yours. And finally his face begins changing, it morphs into a… smile?

“I’ve been waiting for you, (name). Do you have any idea how painful it was to watch you prance around like an idiot with my sworn enemy? He grabs your wrists, taking one up to his mouth and placing a kiss on your knuckles. You try to pull away, and his grip immediately hardens into a bruising one. “Don’t pull away from me, darling, I won’t hurt you.” A distant smile replaces the frown he bore seconds earlier. “Unless you betray me or try to leave me.” The smile deepens to one that haunted your soul, “Or if I feel like it~” He drags you behind the desk, glancing toward the offset chair. Looking up, he spots the vent and your breath hitches. A child-like giggle resounds from his throat. “Looks like you’ve already tried to escape, naughty girl~” He kicks the chair back in front of the desk, sitting himself down and pulling you onto his lap. You squirm and try to fight his grip, but it only tightens more, you start losing feeling in the tips of your fingers.

“Don’t make me want to punish you now, it’ll only end up worse than it would be because I’ll punish you because you made me angry and then you’ll get blood on this chair which will only make me more angry which will make me punish you harder so how about you stop?” It phrased as a suggestion, but there was no room for rebuttal, he was dead serious. The slightly broken or confusing english making shivers run the length of your spine and then some. You shift uncomfortably, avoiding those knife-sharp eyes that will cut open your soul if you stare at them too long. His gaze still trained on you, he begins to speak again, his grip loosening, your fingers screaming hallelujah as fresh blood revives them.

“You’re so beautiful, do you know that? He asks, taking one hand up to grip your jaw, the other resting on your waist. He turns your head to the side, you flinch as he starts to gently kiss up your jawline, then drags his lips down onto your neck, you didn’t know what was wrong with this dude, but you weren’t sure how long you could last with these moodswings. He nips a bit and you feel betrayed by your own body as things start to -heat up- down there. Luckily for your morals, the phone rings, Ivan sighs and lets go of your jaw, picking it up and grumbling unenthused into the phone.

“Ivan.” You listen very closely, maybe there was something you could understand? A place? a name?

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD! I KNOW YOU HAVE (NAME)! GIVE HER BACK OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL NUKE THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YO-”

“But will you really?” Ivan smirks, cutting Alfred off. “You know exactly what will happen then, and you couldn’t even bomb Moscow, since that’s where your precious little (name) is. Say hello (name)~) He puts the phone up to your ear and you waste no time.

“Alfie?”

“(NAME) oh my god (name) I’m so happy you’re alive. Listen, don’t let that son of a bitch touch you ok? I’m coming!” The phone is promptly ripped from your ear, Ivan now looking annoyed.

“No, you’re not, and if you try I’ll blow you to bits. Also did you not find those maids at all suspicious? I mean, I know for a fact you’re at least somewhat familiar with Natalia, so if you’re going to be that pathetically ignorant and dumb maybe I won the right to (name).” He slams the phone down and you jump, he was now pissed. One of his thick arms wraps around your shoulders, pulling you into his unexpectedly solid chest. He leans down and whispers into your ear.

“You’re going to stay with me forever, whether you want to or not, your bastard american is not coming for you. In fact, he’ll move on in a few months and forget you, deeming you a “casualty of war” But me? I’d never forget you, and I’ll always stay with you, so I expect you to do the same to me, ok? I love you, don’t you love me too?”

#damn it thicc #this was longer than i intended #is it too obvious i love cold war aus?#hetalia #aph america #aph russia #yandere #yandere hetalia

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