#just remembering the maze event where he managed to break in before it started and they literally had to tell him to respectfully fuck off
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I love how it's kind of impossible to truly nerf Tubbo without like removing his whitelist lmao
The man has such in-depth knowledge of the inner workings of Minecraft as a game and such outside the box thinking that he'll just pull something out of his ass while monologuing the statistical probabilities of his success
#i hear tubbo say things and i can hear the frustrated sighs from the qsmp admins groupchat#just remembering the maze event where he managed to break in before it started and they literally had to tell him to respectfully fuck off#the time toby ruined the server for a bit by making the admins totally nerf create cos of the worldeater and other transgressions#tubchunk and the factories actively causing asthma and very warm pc set ups across the world#ALSO a clip where tubbo was explaining how he was determining where a purg 2 base was using ice spawn rates and seapeekay's brain melting#qsmp#qsmp tubbo#qsmp admins#tubbo
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Tailor Steve who meets Billy years later and things 👀 happen 👀
This got long as hell so here’s an ao3 link ~
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“Come in!”
Steve had heard the bell on his door but was more so telling himself to get through the maze of his studio to enter the shopfront to see a smiling woman and -
“Hargrove?”
For a long second, Billy Hargrove just stared at him. Shorter hair now, and a gold stud in his ear, but still the same sun-soaked freckles and hot blue eyes. Then, like a memory plucked right out of the water’s of Steve’s brain to smack him like a fish, Billy grinned. “Harrington. The one and only.”
“You know each other?” the woman asked. Steve focused on smiling at her and holding out his hand.
“We went to high school together. Like, a million years ago.”
“Maybe nine or so,” Billy corrected. Steve took the moment that the woman glanced at Billy running his hand through a shelf of fabrics to swallow for composure.
“What can I help you two with today?”
Dark, hazel eyes followed her hand reaching behind Billy’s back as she narrated, “This one needs a suit. We haven’t been able to find anything he likes, so Mr. High Standards needs one custom.”
Steve nodded. Suits were not his favorite things to make, but he’d done it before. “Sure. What’s the occasion?”
“White tie event,” she said.
“Oh. Classy,” Steve remarked, but he started observing these two with a more appraising eye. He didn’t remember Billy having money, but...a long time had passed. “If you don’t mind me asking, are you his manager?”
She blinked vacantly at him before epiphany made her laugh. “I’m his partner. His personal assistant needed a break from this errand.”
Steve laughed with her and strolled to the other side of the shop. “Oh, then I should show you the expensive fabrics, in case you get inspired.”
Even Billy chuckled at that, but they soon had to separate for Steve to do his job and for the lady to duck out for her own errands. Billy sauntered behind Steve into his studio behind the shop: a largish room with a couple of island counters featuring cutting mats and padding for needles to stick right into the table top.
Billy’s fingertips slid over the silk satin of a half-finished garment on one of the tables. With a measured breath, he said each word carefully, like he were calculating as he said, “When did you get into sewing?”
Steve inhaled deeply to sigh, “Well. When your dad ironically cuts you off while still demanding that you attend hoity toity dinners...you learn how to make cheap stuff work. Turns out, I’m kinda good at this.”
Billy slowly turned to take in the whole room: the shelves of things he had seen but didn’t know what they did. A pegboard that looked straight out of a garage but instead carried a whole rainbow-organized display of threads as well as more scissors than Billy thought a person needed. Square shelves of fabric next to horizontal rows of fabric bolts.
“I’d say you’re more than good at this. You own a couture business.”
“I got a backer,” he elaborated with a nervous smile. “A, uh, few. Some old ladies aren’t just rose perfume and mothballs. When they asked where I got my clothes and I said I made them, livelihood wasn’t such a bleak thing anymore. But anyways, take your time going through these catalogues.”
Billy focused on the thick tomes of magazines Steve heaved onto one of the tables. The latter prompted, “I remember you seemed to know what you liked, so...find stuff you like, and then I’ll take your measurements.”
A warm smirk moved Billy’s features as he took Steve’s place before the magazines. He spared a moment to watch Steve go around the room to the other table, working while Billy perused.
The magazine featured editorial quality images of various tuxedos, as well as pattern spreads and instructions on making one’s own patterns based on the styles within. Billy lazily turned the pages until he did start to see things he liked.
“This.”
Steve perked up and came around to see the images. Billy felt his warmth through the air as he pointed. “The higher waist?”
Billy hummed a confirming sound but turned the page to another example. “But the round labels.”
“Sure. Do you want coattails?”
“No.”
“Okay. How shiny do you want it to be?”
“Just like this. Shiny lapels but only semi-gloss on everything else. Not matte, or it’ll be dusty.”
Steve lifted his eyes with a smile. “Not all blacks are the same black. Let me show you.”
Billy felt a chill as his warmth moved elsewhere. Plucked a pile of folded fabric from one of the cubby shelves to scatter and compare on the table. “Velvet looks great, but I don’t recommend it unless you want to be a walking lint roller. Still, some blacks look really good without being shiny.”
Steve wasn’t wrong. Billy liked how velvet absorbed light and soon touched the same alternative fabric on which Steve had his hand. “This one.”
Steve brightened. “It’s good, right? I need to order more, though. How soon is your shindig?”
“A month. Is that enough time?”
Steve’s glow dimmed somewhat. “I’ll need to order it with express shipping, but - ”
“I’ll pay,” Billy disregarded.
“No, I didn’t mean that. Just - it might be down to the wire, that’s all. If you’re busy, regular fittings might be hard to do.”
“I can make time. Order it,” Billy finished before he meandered to the cubbies with silk alternatives. “And a waistcoat?”
Steve’s brows lifted and he scratched his forehead in a fleeting gesture, that hand moving right into a help yourself movement. Billy tossed the stack of silk onto the table, the fabric sliding like a deck of cards in front of Steve’s waiting hands. He moved them one by one over Billy’s selected body fabric until he selected the right one for the lapels, but then Billy lifted a different one for the waistcoat. A deep red that moved like black ink in the shadow, or golden-orange sunlight right where the light struck it. The floral pattern woven into it shined or receded into the shadow.
“It’s a white tie event, you said?” Steve clarified. “Those are usually very penguin-esc, right?”
“Penguins have colors,” Billy disregarded. “I like this.”
“It’s a dupioni silk. It’s woven with two different threads so it has that duo-chrome effect, but it also has this linear texture that some people don’t like. This is going to be very bright if it’s your whole waistcoat.”
Billy did not verbally agree with that, but instead said, “Line my jacket with it and make it the back of the vest. I want to see it, even if I’m the only one who knows it’s there.”
Steve set it with the other stack of fabrics and made some notes on pad of paper. Tearing those off, he pinned them directly to the table beside the stack. Billy’s eyes tracked every movement; how Steve lay on his stomach to write, halfway crawling on the table with a certain familiarity like -
“You move like you live here.”
Standing once more, Steve flashed a smile and laughed, “Yeah, I do. I mean, stuff needs to be ready for clients, right?”
But Billy leaned against the table while looking behind them at a very discrete door. The glass window revealed it to be covering a narrow staircase. “What’s up there?”
“My loft.”
“Then you have a weak excuse to be late for anything.”
Steve didn’t have a response for that. So he neglected to give one and instead held up his measuring tape. “Can I measure you while you look at white silks?”
Billy removed his casual jacket and easily picked a gentle off-white for the front of his waistcoat. Steve, meanwhile, tickled his skin by moving the tape across his shirt, measuring the mantle of his shoulders. He had a whole pre-made diagram printed out that he filled in with all of Billy’s measurements.
Billy let Steve move his limbs how ever he needed them. Felt the slide of the tape and the rustle of textile as he cinched the tape around his arms. Heard the soft hush of Steve’s breath as he moved the tape around Billy’s torso. Chest. Waist. Hips. Knelt on the floor for his outer leg and inseam.
The scratch of the pencil was loud on the paper.
“Okay. I think you’re good for today.”
Billy swallowed and started easing his arms back into his jacket sleeves before deciding against it. Too warm.
“When do you want me back?”
“I can have your waistcoat done as early as this weekend. I’d suggest picking out a shirt or two, and then come in ready to try those on with the vest. My appointment calendar is out front.”
Billy led the way this time to the shopfront, but lingered behind the counter beside Steve. The latter withdrew a large calendar meant to be hung up on a wall, but Billy watched his name get written in ink, and paid the consultation deposit.
Come the weekend, he arrived alone.
Steve poked his head out of the studio when the bell chimed on the door. “Hey! Can you wait a few minutes? I’m just finishing up.”
Billy did, and smiled kindly at the prior client leaving. Or rather, clients.
Billy walked right into the studio after the shop door twittered closed and found Steve putting away the materials for the mother and daughter. Billy teased, “Princess gown for a birthday or something?”
Steve glanced at him and corrected, “Ballet apparel. Activewear is not a regular commission for me, but when your kid is allergic to every kind of plastic out there, you need to have a hookup for natural fibers with stretch. Do you have a shirt picked out?”
Billy lifted the pair of shirts in his hand, still ironed and folded perfectly so he looked like a waiter holding a tray. Steve moved a sapphire velvet curtain that revealed a closet or butler’s pantry that had been renovated into a changing room. “Take your time, and here’s your vest. Be gentle. I haven’t finished the seams.”
Steve’s words petered off as he watched Billy’s mouth part at the sight of the vest. It was small, simple, but the little curve of relief and intrigue on his features seemed...genuine. More genuine than how Billy walked with a meticulous, conscious gait. In high school it had been all hauteur and bravado. Now it was quiet and controlled; the difference between a wild cat running versus walking.
The curtain shut behind him and Steve allowed himself his own smile of fascinated relief. Steve Harrington and Billy Hargrove were known for not getting along. Meeting by chance now, years later, was...nice. Whatever had happened and changed in Billy’s life seemed to be doing him much better than the shit show of high school. Steve could hardly fault him with his own home life circumstances.
Yes, it helped to have a client who was extremely attractive. Steve used to despise Billy all the more for being handsome and knowing it, but now he made a note in Billy’s client papers to later ask if he’d let a photographer get some shots for Steve’s portfolio. It would be nice to show clients his own work as often as the magazines.
And he really hated making suits, so he didn’t have many of those to show off.
“Steve,” he heard a second before the brass hoops scraped with the curtain opening. He came around to see Billy in the shirt and vest, cuffs and collar wide open. Between the white front and the vampire sunset on the back, Billy looked like an ember in a smithy fire.
Steve put his hands on his hips and smiled. “What do you think?”
Billy rotated to see himself in the massive mirror again. “I like it. But not this strap.”
He reached behind him to touch the adjustable strap behind his waist. Steve offered, “Do you want it perfectly tailored to you? I can do that, but the fittings might take longer.”
“That’s fine. Should I take this off?”
“Nope. Just stand still.”
Steve reached for something on one of the tables and set a magnet covered in pins beside them before turning Billy all the way around by the shoulders. With the reflection at his disposal, Billy heard and watched Steve seam rip the back of the waistcoat. The strap and buckle landed on the table, tossed aside. Steve pulled a white pencil from behind his ear and marked things Billy couldn’t see.
Every so often, Steve peeked up to also use the mirror. Billy felt the fabric cinch around his waist during these time, like Steve wanted to make sure it looked right from the front.
Billy blinked out of a reverie when Steve’s arms wrapped around his front to undo the buttons. “Gently. You’re full of pins back here.”
Billy let him ease the vest off his shoulders and stepped out of it. Steve laid it carefully on the table and asked, “I have a mockup started of your jacket. Do you want to try it? It’s still rough.”
“I’ll try it.”
It certainly was rough. Billy felt like he was wearing painter’s canvas, and it did not have the lapels yet, but the silhouette looked right.
By that point, the bell on the door chimed and Steve ushered, “Take your time changing. I’ll be right back.”
But Steve didn’t come back.
Billy switched back into his comfortable clothes and emerged upon Steve laughing and chatting with his girlfriend. She cocked her hip, weight bouncing to one side when she saw him. “There you are. How’s it going?”
Steve slouched with his elbows on the calendar. Billy heard himself reply, “Good. Real good. What do I owe you?”
Steve shook his head and reached for a pen. “Just fitting appointments till it’s done.”
Billy looked at the calendar and pointed to an available date while he asked, “Did the fabric get here?”
Steve wrote his name and answered, “It should be here a couple of days before I see you again. You’ll be able to try on the vest and pants.”
Billy went around the counter and opened his arm for the woman to step against his body. “Till next time, Steve.”
However, the next time Billy walked into the shop, he immediately gripped the bell to make it quiet.
Arguing.
He knew the tone without hearing the words, so he carefully shut the shopfront and tread close to the studio door.
“...such a prick - ”
“I’m not a prick for wanting to see you.”
“And the fact that I got a shipment in this week is just a happy coincidence,” Steve scoffed. “Get the hell out.”
“No. We’re going to talk about this. About us.”
“Us? Us being how you got in my pants just to steal from my shop? Or how you’re due for a restraining order for spying on my packages?”
“I’m not spying - !”
A man. Steve was arguing with a man.
A man whose head whipped around when Billy stepped into the room. Then he had the gall to hiss at Steve, “Who’s this?”
“My client, jackass - ”
Billy’s hand gripped the front of Steve’s sweater as he stepped in between them, moving Steve behind him. Half of his mind stayed on Steve’s hands gripping him in return, but Billy was still stronger than him.
The man exclaimed, “I ought to call the police on you, handling a person like that!”
Billy replied, deadpan, “The police go where the money is. I can have a restraining order faster than it would take a judge to write it. Get lost and stay lost.” He turned his head, implying his next words were for Steve. “Does this place have security?”
“Infrared cameras. Finally,” Steve breathed, and there it was. The man’s face paled a second before he clenched his jaw and threw his weight into eager steps to get the hell out of there. Billy rotated in time to see the way Steve grimaced at the audibly rough handling of his shop door and bell.
He rubbed his face, dislodging his glasses as he said, “I’m sorry you had to walk in on that.”
“I didn’t know you wear glasses.”
Often, clearly, by the unconscious, practiced way Steve readjusted them with a simple push. The golden metal frames suited him.
“Aging,” he tried to say with humor but added, “My vision goes when I’m tired. Long days get glasses. And your fabric is expensive, but I guarded it with my life. I already put your vest and trousers in the dressing room.”
“Do you really have security footage?”
Steve had trouble steeling his features. Between work fatigue and the extremely recent encounter - Into Steve’s pants, huh? - Steve nodded almost sadly. “Yeah, but I haven’t looked at it yet.”
“Well when you do, send me the files.”
“Billy - ”
“Steve,” he finished, twirling around to shut the dressing room curtain behind him with a benevolent glare.
The pants were unfinished, but they looked good and the waistcoat shined just how he wanted. Billy opened the curtain for Steve to take a look, and got immediately met with, “Wait! You’re barefoot, stay in there. There’s always a needle hiding out here.”
So Billy stood in front of the mirror on a pillowed stool Steve brought in, and the latter sat on the floor. With his magnetic bowl of needles beside his hip, Steve took his time hemming the trouser legs. They didn’t say much. Then again, they didn’t need to. But Billy felt the difference between Steve professionally moving around one ankle with as little touch as possible, and then wearing down to lean his knuckles against Billy’s skin.
Steve looked up at him in the mirror’s reflection. “How’s that? You can take some steps if you need to.”
Billy did, and even slipped into his shoes to get a better idea of how the legs hung. “Half a centimeter higher.”
Shoes off, he stepped back onto the stool. Steve scooted around him again, measuring the first needle adjustment and then working by memory.
Billy didn’t need the higher hem. But he didn’t want to leave, and heard himself ask, “Beyond cameras, what’s your security?”
“It’s not your job to worry about me,” Steve groaned at his feet.
“An asshole knowing where you sleep warrants new locks.”
“Thank you. Billy,” Steve finished flatly.
“I meant it about the footage.”
“You’ll get it. Even though I don’t know how you’ll swing a restraining order for me.”
Billy stood quietly for a moment. Then, “I have experience getting them for people.”
He watched in the mirror as Steve peeked up at him and said, “I’m sorry.”
Billy frowned at himself. “What are you apologizing for?”
“Nothing specific. Just life’s bullshit. You’re done.”
He stood up and stretched his lumbar while Billy felt out the hems. “What do I have, a week or two before your event?”
“Two,” Billy confirmed as Steve left the dressing room and closed the curtain for him to change.
“Okay. I’ll have your jacket ready for your next fitting.”
Like Cinderella hearing the clock strike, Billy heard the shopfront bell, and Steve’s subsequent footsteps to meet his next client.
Billy grit his jaw, wanting...something. But Steve passed by the curtain and out of the room. Billy changed clothes, leaving the items on a sewing table. And while Steve wrote his next appointment, Billy slipped Steve’s hair behind his ear.
Dark eyes blinked and lifted to blue ones, but not angrily. Vacant. Puzzled. Receptive.
Billy held his gaze as he rounded the counter, and then left.
Steve had his business card on file, but only used the email on it to send the security camera footage.
Except, for a phone call. Billy held his breath when he answered, listening to Steve’s voice ask for confirmation that he could still make his appointment the next day. Steve had never called for a confirmation before. Billy gripped his phone, ear searching Steve’s voice while he reassured, “You’ve got me locked in.”
A pause.
A pause? Billy couldn’t be sure. He just knew -
You seemed to know what you liked, so...find stuff you like.
- he liked. He wanted.
“Okay. See you tomorrow,” Steve finished. Billy pressed the corner of his phone against his lips, wanting to have heard frustration or even nerves in Steve’s voice. He was certain he did. He wasn’t certain of anything.
Billy knocked on the doorjamb of the studio the following afternoon, but was not greeted immediately. In the late afternoon, Steve had turned on warm lights to give the storefront an almost fairytale ambiance, in which he noticed the calendar was still on the counter. He read how the appointment after Billy had been marked out with an arrow pointing to its rescheduled date. Billy was the last appointment of the day.
“Hey,” Steve greeted breathily, like he had rushed from somewhere. Billy stepped through to the studio, and Steve waved the jacket in the air like a tablecloth. “The lining’s not in there yet but give it a shot.”
Billy took it while observing the disarray of the room. Steve was certainly in the middle of several projects at once. A clothesline hung alongside the far wall, hanging with fabric, pieces in various stages of completion, and ribbons. The iron stood on the table with Billy’s lining silk, no doubt awaiting to be cut. His hands moved over his jacket, still warm but fading from its time with the iron.
“Take your time. Make sure it’s right,” Steve prompted, running his hands through his hair. Billy’s lips parted. With the clothesline blocking out what natural light remained in the day, and all the warm lighting making up for it, it felt much later than it was.
Billy closed the curtain and scrubbed a hand over his face. He dressed in his semi-finished tuxedo while listening to the soft hiss of steam from the iron. When he stepped out, he walked quietly up to Steve ironing and pining stencils to the silk. Billy let his body line up flush with Steve’s, leg knocking his congenially.
Steve looked at him, before dropping his gaze to the suit. “How is it?”
“Good,” Billy purred, eyes roaming over Steve’s work table. He felt interested and...oddly at peace in Steve’s creative space. “Better than good. The invitation implied I’d have to wear one of those starched dickey things. I’d rather drive my Camaro off a cliff.”
Steve smiled but asked, “You still have that car?”
Billy pointed a very Billy look at him. “Of course I still have that car.”
Steve’s eyes flicked up behind his glasses, rolling briefly. “Right. You’re still the same Hargrove. Take a lap, feel it out. Sit down and stuff. Make sure it does everything you need it to do.”
So he did. Billy wandered the studio, feeling every fabric along the way. He sat at one of the stools and tested the groin by opening and closing his knees. He swung his arms around. He watched Steve cut the panels for his jacket lining. And write directly on the fabric with his tailors’ pencils. Eventually Billy realized, “Is that my fabric? I thought I had flowers.”
Steve turned one of the pieces over, revealing said flowers. “Some fabrics have two sides. You iron silk on the back side.”
“I don’t think I’ve ironed a thing in my life.”
A small smile curved on Steve’s face without looking at him. “I didn’t either. Until I realized it calmed me down. Is the suit okay?”
Billy nodded and stood up. “It will be once the lining is done. When will that be?”
Steve followed him to the dressing room, but Billy noted how Steve’s head tilted like a bird, observing how the fabric move over the back of him. Then he reached for the curtain to close it for Billy; the same time Billy lifted an elbow high up to say, “I think there’s a needle in here. It’s been poking me.”
“What?” Steve blurted, alarmed. He stepped close to hold the fabric off of Billy’s pit and ribs -
Billy’s arm draped over him, hand on the back of Steve’s hair making him look up just in time for Billy’s lips to touch his own.
Soft. A test. As quickly as Steve instinctively kissed back, he jabbed, “You smooth shit - ”
He’d kissed back.
Billy turned fully to him as his hands pushed into Steve’s hair, cradling his head. Billy kept his lips soft, wanting to feel Steve’s mouth. But as soon as he sealed their mouths, he parted to tilt his head. Another angle. More.
Steve hummed a little, surprised sound, and then a louder one as Billy pulled him through the curtain into the dressing room. Air rushed out of him when Billy pressed him to the wall, hands moving down to Steve’s waist -
It wasn’t the soft flesh Billy wanted. He lifted his lips to stare down at Steve’s abdomen curved flush against him before outright yanking the button-up out of his jeans. He heard Steve’s wet swallow and hot blue eyes met shaded brown ones. “Is this a corset?”
“A back brace,” Steve croaked.
“It’s too pretty to be a back brace,” Billy purred. Warned. He thumbed at the silken, honey fabric wrapping, admittedly, only around Steve’s waist and lumbar. But it was pretty, and Billy began slipping those buttons free to see more -
One of Steve’s hands moved to Billy’s chest. “We should - ”
Billy kissed him, cutting off his words and yanking his pelvis forward so Billy’s arm could hook behind his back.
“ - shouldn’t. Billy - hahmm...”
Steve tasted Billy’s tongue, and he was lost. His arms went around Billy’s neck, clutching him tightly as the tip of that tongue teased Steve’s lips open and fucked his mouth. Steve’s leg wrapped around Billy without him realizing, but Billy pressed himself into Steve, causing the latter to detach with a gasp and a strangled sound when Billy rutted against him.
“Ahh! Fuck, ow, my jeans - ”
Billy all but ripped the jeans closure open, zipper grating open before he left it to attend to Steve’s shirts again. The damned outer button-up and the t-shirt underneath the brace - Billy threw one to the floor and yanked on the other till it was free and it went too. He wanted to leave that silk on Steve’s skin. Wanted to see Steve chest and nipples, and got it.
“On the floor. Lie down. Steve...”
It wasn’t graceful, but they made it to the floor with Steve kicking off his jeans and Billy shoving his boxer briefs halfway down his thighs until Steve got at least one leg free. Steve’s hands slipped between them to open Billy’s newly made trousers while hard and soft kisses alike drew whines and moans from Steve’s throat.
When the velvet of Billy’s erection touched Steve’s, Billy ate Steve’s shuddering moan directly from his lips. In the humid space, Billy’s hand tipped a finger into Steve’s mouth, gathering spit at the risk of unready teeth scraping over his digit joints. A line of glistening spit followed him out, making Billy wonder if Steve was a drooler. His cock only kicked at the thought, making him throb with need.
Steve panted as the finger found his ass and nudged inside. He haphazardly removed his glasses from his face, now too heavy. He tossed them somewhere as Billy worked on his ass.
“Ah! Easy,” Steve warned, taking Billy in hand to hopefully calm him down. Make him patient. Or resigned. “We don’t have lube - ”
“Steve,” Billy hushed, and continued his turmoil over Steve’ throat. Steve stroked him, firm but slow as Steve dripped more pre than he’d like to admit from the sounds Billy made. Guttural, breathy moans deep from his chest that stirred Steve’s brain like a stew. His breath hitched at the second finger inside of him.
“Spit in my hand.”
Steve’s head turned, either confused or incredulous at the waiting palm. In the deliriousness of the moment, he did, only to blurt a disgusted laugh at Billy adding own right to it. His giddiness flowed right into, “That’s not gonna work,” but as he watched Billy slick himself up, Steve knew they were close. His own erection bobbed with his heartbeat, glistening with pre and just the thought of having Billy’s mouth on him made a pearly bead slip out of his hole...
Steve heard it like it was a thousand miles away.
The bell on his door.
Billy matched his cockhead with Steve’s entrance the same time the latter clenched his arms. “Billy!” he breathed. “Wait. Someone’s here.”
To Billy’s credit, he did. His head turned a little to better hear a familiar voice call, “Steve? Billy!”
In the sudden quiet, their breaths were loud. So were her footsteps drawing nearer. Both Steve and Billy made their breathing quiet when they heard the creak on the jamb separating studio from shopfront. “Steve?”
Steve’s grip tightened on Billy. The curtain was closed. Mostly. Anyone looking through the cracks would see. See Steve with his legs folded up and around Billy. His underwear hanging off one leg and Billy’s slacks pushed halfway down his ass...
Billy! Steve mouthed as the head of his cock slid inside. Even the scratch of textile was loud. All Steve could do was control his breathing and hope that the rustle of his hair on the floor wasn’t a siren screaming behind the curtain. He grimaced at the hot push of Billy inside; felt Billy’s breath follow the line of the engorged vein in his throat.
The doorjamb creaked again with the press of a foot stepping out of the studio. Billy failed to keep his voice in when he sighed upon bottoming out. Like a trip wire had been cut, he started to move. Short thrusts due to their lack of lube, but their mutual, Hahh, ah! Ah!, brought them to clumsy, hard, finishes.
A little huff of shock came out of Steve when Billy pressed their noses together. Everything felt too stuffy, all of him molten. Warmth and relief after pleasure, and utterly terrified. Steve felt the choice to languish in afterglow or to push Billy off of him.
He chose the latter, looking down and sighing at the miracle that was his cum on his own front instead of Billy’s new clothes. The latter landed on his side but rolled close to him, nose in Steve’s hair until Steve sat up.
“Get dressed. She’s probably waiting in the front.”
“She probably left,” Billy refuted, but Steve already snapped his boxer brief waistband into place. Billy stood with him, thinking of the loft upstairs. “Let me clean you up - ”
“Steve?” they heard again.
Billy loathed how fast Steve got dressed. Jeans and t-shirt on, he left in a breeze to distract the woman and apologize for taking so long. Billy heard some bullshit about him being in the bathroom, he’ll be down soon, etc. etc...
“I’ll have your suit delivered as soon as it’s done,” Steve promised when he emerged from the studio.
Billy’s features hardened. “There’s time for another fitting.”
“It’ll be ready,” Steve shook his head. “It’s up to you to know how to tie a bowtie, though.”
The woman laughed, hooking her arm through Billy’s after he paid. Steve did it all stoically, like he didn’t have Billy’s cum soaking into his underwear, nor that Billy’s sex smell had been left behind in the dressing room and his soon-to-be-finished tux.
“Thank you so much, Steve,” she said as they parted.
“Have a good night,” he returned, not looking at either of them. Billy felt like he’d left his body in that dressing room. When his girlfriend asked why he wasn’t listening to her, he excused himself for not feeling well.
Steve closed the shop early. He sat on the floor of his shower, hands over his mouth, wrestling with abject horror and molten feelings still lingering in his bones. The longer the water took to wash through him, the more he felt better...
Until he picked up the garments Billy had left on one of his tables. Lifted them to his face the way he had after every single fitting. Breathing him in...this time smelling more. Christ, Billy had always smelled good. Cleaned up nicely. His aroma had evolved but he still smelled like a man in the best way.
With heavy eyes, Steve scratched out the note about a photographer in Billy’s customer notes. Steve would never survive a photoshoot. He’d finish the ensemble, send it to Billy’s residence or office, and -
Today would be the last time Steve ever saw him. Saw them. Partner, she’d said. Billy had never said anything.
Before his sanity either exploded or abandoned ship, Steve vacuumed the dressing room and studio. Then he took the jacket and lining pieces upstairs to hand sew the thing while something mind-numbing played on television.
He ironed it a final time.
Tried it on himself. The jacket was loose on him. Billy’d always had more meat on his bones, but their frames were similar. Steve sewed in his tag, like an artist’s signature, and then arranged the ensemble in the hangers of the traveling bag.
He felt...sad, seeing the delivery man walk out of the shop with it. This hadn’t happened since he’d first started taking commissions. Like he didn’t trust his own patrons with the clothes he made. Now, he usually felt good to get a thing of labor out of his shop and pay his bills. But...every now and then...something hurt. Like Steve had accidentally sewn a piece of himself into the material. Another fragment of his soul, gone. He didn’t know how many he had left.
Billy got the email informing him of the impending delivery. His personal assistant caught it, tipped the delivery person, and unzipped it to see for herself. She whistled. “Nothing like a crisp, custom designed suit. Armani couldn’t do this for you?”
Billy didn’t respond. He gazed at the email from Steve’s shop the way he had been over the last hour.
“Uh oh.”
Billy grunted an acknowledging sound before her tone properly filtered through his mind. “Uh oh?”
“You know what, uh oh. Do me a favor and don’t trade mark your Uh Oh.”
His lips parted, frowning bluntly at her warning yet amused glare before she hung up the traveling bag behind his desk and strolled out of his office. “And don’t be late.”
Billy swiveled his neck for a stretch, deeply considering how worthwhile it would be to go all the way down his building for a cigarette. Should’ve invested in a place with balconies.
But he didn’t leave his office. He wanted to remember the touch of Steve’s lips, even though it had already faded to memory in the days since their...
Incident? Billy didn’t like that word. A connotation that they had done something wrong. Billy felt a fire in the back of his heart, lit with craving and only burning brighter now with fuel. Now that he knew how Steve tasted, how he sounded. Knew Steve’s softness and his heat...
He wasn’t late. Hair combed into place, face clean shaven, and all of the silk linings of his suit sliding home around his body, he was ready for the evening of costumed networking. He picked up his...date...and they met his personal assistant there.
Billy smiled, conversed, and shook hands without any of it reaching his eyes. His assistant traded business cards with other assistants and secretaries while Billy politely excused himself more and more to go to the open bar without actually ordering anything.
A deep inhalation and sigh brought his attention to his personal assistant. “Am I done yet?”
“Nope. You’re not being as discrete as you hope you are.”
“I don’t want to hear it.”
“Then cut whatever ties you need and let’s get this show moving.”
“That involves me leaving.”
“Then scram.”
He paused and peered at her. She raised her brows with a shake of her head. “Take your date home, at least, you ass. Make a scene on her porch, not here.”
And that he did. Billy had never had finesse when it came to getting out of a relationship, only into them.
With a searing handprint on his cheek and the roar of his engine, Billy felt angry, light, and burning.
He parked in front of Steve’s boutique. He stood out of his car and gazed up at the illuminated windows of the loft while he threw his tie on the seat and locked his car. Since it was his home and business, Billy assaulted the doorbell encased in brass beside the doors. The windows in the doors had curtains, closed against Billy being able to see Steve arrive in pajama shorts, a t-shirt, and his glasses until he whisked one of the doors open.
“What?” he barked, “What? What, dipshi - ”
Billy stepped so far into his space that his chest bumped Steve backward apart from his hand catching Steve’s nape.
“Mm - ” he grunted as Billy walked him backwards and kicked the door shut. “No - ”
“Steve,” Billy exhaled. Demanded. Begged.
“Billy, no,” Steve whined.
Billy’s fingers splayed over Steve’s cheek, thumb on his chin as he said over those lips, “I told you: you’ve got me locked in.”
Steve’s eyes gazed at him, heavy lidded as he shook his head a little. “What does that mean?”
Billy licked Steve’s lips, making him tremble. But Billy’s other arm came around his back, holding him steady and feeling soft muscle through his shirt. “It means take me upstairs. Please.”
A little breath moved out of Steve. It was the only amount of time Billy waited. He claimed Steve’s mouth, and moaned when Steve melted into him. Billy felt held when Steve’s hands found his nape, caressed through the hair behind his ears and head.
Steve did have lube upstairs. Billy filled his sheets with everything he could; his fragrance and their mutual lust. He took every touch and kiss Steve gave him through the alley of undone buttons before he finally mounted Billy. Barely unwrapped while Steve rode him naked.
After he properly undressed, he took Steve again on his stomach, lying atop pillows for comfort and access while no moans or cries went silenced or hindered. Steve came, sweet and trembling with Billy’s nose and words in his hair.
Billy missed the mirror downstairs. But they had time for that.
#i warned everyone that my sewing adventures would lead to this#harringrove#tailor!steve#rich boy!billy#tw cheating#billy has a girlfriend but not for long lol#smut ahoy#hawt#happy valentine's day? haha
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Stay with Me pt.3
Summary - You manage to escape from Scaramouche, if only for a moment before you realize there’s no escape. It only takes until you’re sitting back in your regular spot that you know what you need to do.
Pairings - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche
Warnings - Suggestive content, mentions of death, swearing, slight gore / blood
A/N - Its really hard to make this depressing while I’m vibing to Rasputin. Like no joke- I have it on one of the 1 hour playlists :D
Here you’ll find - pt.1 and pt.2
He’d left a key.
Scaramouche didnt make mistakes, not while he had you captive in the vicinity of his bedroom. He didnt have room for mistakes, not when you were watching his every movement while he was in your line of sight.
Sure, he mightve killed a person or two in front of you, but those were necessary mistakes. There was a sign on the door, it specified not to enter. You’d understand that, right?
Thats what he thought at least, lulling himself into belief after belief that you’d be there waiting for him every time. That you’d welcome him with open arms, even if there were chains ensnaring your wrists. That you’d accept your fate at his hands and submit yourself to him.
The Balladeer was a fool.
He’d kept you there for too long, and while you searched for an easy way to escape, time sent your head spinning. Into a spiral that begged only for the wind against your face, back laying on dirt with the familiar chirping up birds waking you up in the morning.
You wanted to go outside.
And when push comes to shove, you had to risk a little more to make it happen. Lure him into bed with kisses while your hands unbuttoned his vest. But what he believed to be alluring contacts was just your way of finding the keys hidden in the back pocket of his shorts.
It wasnt hard to find the one to your cuffs while he was asleep, cuddled in your chest with both arms around your waist as if to get you to stay put. You took the key, hiding them back in his clothing and hoping he didnt notice.
He didnt say anything the next day.
You werent going to wait any longer.
“Oh for fucks sake, why won't the goddamn door open?”
The room was left in tatters behind you, a little gift for Scaramouche once he got back. Turns out a pair of chains can smash up a lot of things, and rage can be used as a great source of strength when contained for such a long time.
But you’d done more than throw the blankets around, cut up the drawers and smash open the windows. Because your fists had bled red when you punched through the glass, puncturing your skin. Your knuckles were an ugly red, bruising already.
Ah, Scaramouche deserved a much better gift.
Gruesome as it was, you rubbed your knuckles against the pale walls. Till the blood stopped coming, till there was a nice little message for the boy which you held so dearly to your heart.
‘Balladeer.’
The first time you’d found out about him being a harbinger he’d told you not to call him by that name. You weren’t someone he associated with by work, you were a treasure to him. That’s why you continued to call him as he pleased, although the temptation always arose.
You were no longer his.
Shoving the door with your hand again, palm fiddling with the handle and groaning when it hardly budged. “Stupid,” you grumbled when the knob began to loosen. Backing up, you charged with your shoulder to the door, full force as the momentum broke the hinges. The door fell down with you along with it.
It was expected, you’d been stuck in the room for a long time, and thats considering you’d sat on the ground for decades. Your body was slight numb, muscles sore and unused for so long.
“You a-arent supposed to leave your room!”
A young man stood in the hallway along with a woman who looked relatively the same age. The two were wearing uniforms, flinching when you stood up from the debris and off the door. “Excuse me?” You asked, voice unnecessarily icy and stern. But you couldnt care less, you were going to get out of this house, damn anyone who stood in your way.
They both continued to shake when you walked towards them, staggering from side to side. The woman stepped up in front of the man, presenting a brave face. “If you leave the mansion, the harbinger will kill us all!”
“Well then I expect you should be on your way then. Actually…” you gestured to the maze of hallways. “You can lead the way.”
“What…?”
Your hand went limp to your side, an exasperated looking momentarily crossing your face before you sighed. “Im not staying trapped in that room, I’m sorry if that ruins your life, but frankly you're not the one stuck in there are you?” You took an extra step just to intimidate them, eyes wide to make the appearance of crazy. “It would be a great help if you showed me where he hid my vision too.”
“We can show you to the door…” The man began, “But the whereabouts of your vision are unknown, he wouldnt tell us something like that.”
A gift bestowed from the gods, a piece to help me thrive with my ambitions and pursue my goals.
Gone.
You really wished you’d taken to clawing out Scaramouche’s face instead, but you’d take what you got. Right now your main priority was getting out of this place, even if it meant leaving a piece of you behind.
“Door.” Your voice was raspy and there was a terrible feeling that crawled up to your throat, but you didnt have time to be emotional. “Show me where the door is… please.”
The conflict in their eyes dissipates by the time they lead you along, mumbling words between themselves. You didnt bother to try eavesdropping, you were so, so tired. You wanted to go home.
Anywhere. Anywhere but here.
It took a few minutes until you were standing in front of a grand door, almost twice the size of you and just as wide. You then began to notice the decorational plants and furniture that filled the empty space, there wasn't an inch of dust. Even though you could tell none of it was used.
“Hurry,” the man warned when you paused. “I dont know when our master is coming back, but if its soon, we’ll all be screwed.”
You couldnt feel your head as you numbly nodded, hand clenching the knob and flinging the set of doors open. “Thank you,” you merely mumbled, taking your first step out of the house in what felt like forever.
The days after that were a blur, the area around Scaramouche’s house were nothing but void. Empty and filled with forests and vast plains. You knew he didnt like people or socializing in general, but to this extent?
Your only option was to run.
Let your feet take you somewhere, anywhere. It was a constant pattern of running and taking breaks, leaning on a tree and gasping in a few breaths before you were again scurrying through the forest.
And yet you felt better than you’d felt in past months that you’d been stuck with Scaramouche.
Food became any boar you came across, the claws you’d spent so long hiding with Scaramouche coming to unleash a wrath beyond your comprehension. Till the animal was cut to shreds and no meat was left even to eat. You’d slaughtered it, without intention to eat or benefit for it, you’d killed it just to kill.
“I’m sorry,” you’d sobbed into the ground where you’d buried the harmless animal. Forehead pressed into the dirt as you pleaded for forgiveness to whatever archons would accept it. You couldn't even remember what archons you were supposed to pray to. “Forgive me- forgive me…”
But eventually you found your way around to somewhere you knew. Territory of Inazuma where you could find your way back, back home.
Where was home?
You’d been on the run from the vision hunt decree, abandoning your post for the Kitsune Saiguu for such a thing. Even now that you could return without a vision and as no threat under the decree…
You’d sacrificed everything for your vision.
Where were you to go now…?
Rain patted down, the trees providing only a slight cover as stray drops fell into your matted dirty hair. You didnt mind, it hid the tears that slid down your lifeless face, feet taking you into the far meadows of your hometown. Till you plopped down underneath a tree, knees curled to your chest and arms hugging them close. You were crying.
You were home.
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“Awh,” a ginger haired murmured, elbow resting on the cool wood of the tabletop. “Is little Mouchie sad? I heard your kitty cat escaped~”
A death wish, even fatui that idly minded themselves around the bar knew it. Sipping cold drinks and swirling their cups, the soft chatter was nothing but a distraction from the main course of events. That being the smaller Harbinger who sat sulking in his seat, hunched over with a drink in hand. He’d drank far more than what was on the counter, but everytime he finished a glass, he’d smash it on the ground, watching the fragile glass shatter into pieces.
“I dont have a cat,'' was his only response, tone daring Childe to pursue further. To give him a reason to start throwing the glass in his face instead.
And Childe was an idiot when it came to challenging someone.
“No cat?” The rest of the drink in the taller harbinger’s glass was gone when he threw his head back. “Hmmm, I cant think of what else could’ve had you so enraptured in returning home then~!”
Scaramouche didnt respond, uneven bangs shadowing the bags under his eyes. “Stronger,” he said instead, elbow on the counter and hand outstretched for something. When there was no movement from the man managing the wine, the harbinger looked up. “I need something stronger to drink,” he repeated, voice seething.
“Of c-course!”
The glass was nestled in Scaramouche’s palm in no time, fingers curling around the circular form to down it in seconds. The drink merely slid down his throat in one movement, alcohol burning his senses. It didn’t matter, he was numbed by the growing rage inside of him.
Finally, he turned to the ginger haired boy, eyes hazily dancing along the counter till it reached his fingertips. Up his hand and along his arm, till Scaramouche was staring right into Childe’s eyes. “They escaped,” he admitted softly. “But it’s alright, because I sent something that’ll bring them back.”
Childe paused, raising his drink up away from his lips to pose a question. Hesitation danced along his features before he brought the glass back, he’d rather not provoke the shorter male any further. Wasn’t like he could interfere anyway.
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“That… that…”
It was preposterous, having returned to that same spot for a day or two and heading back to the hometown you’d once lived in. The one Scaramouche had lived in. There shouldn’t have been an issue, you were solely gathering supplies for the sake of it, ambition driving you to travel far far away.
Out of Inazuma.
It was your new beginning, convincing yourself that you didn't need a vision. Finding some sort of purpose before Scaramouche shattered the vision and your life along with it. You’d seen how people had reacted when it had been ingrained in the statue, neutralized and broken. They lost hope, purpose and aspirations for anything new.
It’s not like the Raiden Shogun took my vision.
But you’d taken that fact for granted, expecting some sort of new start without Scaramouche. A victory, getting away from him just for a split second and getting out of Inazuma altogether, you’d never see him again.
Until you got his message.
“How the hell…” You crushed the note until it was just crumbled paper in your hand, slowly leaning on the stone wall. “Piece of shit… what kind of person even…”
Not only did he manage to find you, but without making his presence known, he’d tugged at your one weakness with an ease that had you down on your knees.
You threw the paper to the ground, deliberate as you stared past the alleyway. Pensive as you considered your options. Damn, what options did you even have? You’d been an idiot to underestimate Scaramouche, he wasn’t a child, you knew that… but archons he seemed like one when he was with you. Shown you a vulnerability he wanted only you to see. But maybe that had been part of his plan all along, until all you believed was his soft demeanor.
He may act like a child, but he’s a harbinger.
You stared down at the crumbled piece of paper in disgust.
Not only that, but he has no regard for human life.
Either way, you’d lived decades more than him. You could face him, you would present yourself to him just as he expected you to. Even when everything in you rejected the idea, sobbed at the thought of returning to that house, those chains. Being locked up and confined only for the purpose of coddling a small boy, a selfish boy, a cruel boy.
Deep breath in, deep breath out.
You’d figure out a way, and this time you wouldn’t rule out the option of his death.
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Oh darling Y/n, how have you been?
I hope this letter reaches you rather soon, we both have much to discuss, no? About me, about you, and much more. You see, I’ve taken up quite a distaste to your little friends. Stone statues in Inazuma as small as Kitsunes truly hold no purpose, what will they do, come back to life? Haha, I should think not. I’ve already arranged to have them demolished, who knows what kind of material they might possess. Ah, and of course I’d show you the finishing product, unless you’re willing to come and have a chat with me once more? Under the Sakura tree like we used to, you’ve waited years, I believe you can wait for me?
I hope this letter reaches you in best interests. I’m always looking out for you after all.
Sincerely, your Balladeer
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It was raining.
Beautiful weather as you lay sitting there, feet crossed and tucked in the same you’d often do. After all, there was no need to fear the vision hunt decree or the Raiden Shogun. Let them come, let them take care of you before Scaramouche did.
You werent cold, not when the cold drops dampened your clothing, slipping down the length of your spine and drenching your face. Despite having lived in a luxury residency for such a long time, this was where you were most comfortable, enduring whatever the weather had for you, taking it with a smile. Because you were waiting…
The Kitsune Saiguu was a distant memory.
You were waiting for Scaramouche, the young boy that often bound into the field in lengthy strides, childlike wonder in his eyes. The one who’d cried when the other kids pushed him away, the one that just wanted to be praised. You’d held him in your arms, and now, even knowing the results, you wouldnt have done differently.
He was just a boy.
Just a boy when he joined the fatui, looking for praise that he was given. He created chaos and bellowed orders with a cruelty that was highly looked upon. Told that he was doing well, so he continued to do so.
He’s just a boy.
You wished you’d held him in your arms, if not only for a tad longer. Shield him away from the wrongness of the world, if only for one last time.
Banishing away your hatred for him was hard.
But you found it under the tree, rain soon dimming down to a clouded cold breeze that swept through the meadow. You’d hated him while stuck in the mansion, but you could now see it from a larger point of view. What he did was wrong of course, but you could remember him so vividly now. His small form giggling, tiny arms around your neck.
“Play with me!”
Was it your fault?
For not holding him tighter? For trying to rectify his bad doings and teach him what was wrong and right? Maybe if your grip was firmer, if you’d spoken to him about the warmth he’d given you that day when playing cards...
“Lazy ass.”
Burying down that pile of worry and insecurities, you took a deep breath in to relax. The edge of your lip perked up, only slightly. “Still terrible with your social skills arent you?”
Slowly securing a dry space under the three with you, Scaramouche sat down. His features were the same ones you’d grown accustomed to at his mansion. Rich clothes, sharp eyes, and the baby face that refused to go away. His movements were soft as he pulled out a deck of cards. The two of you didnt speak as he distributed them between you both. It was tense… no, it felt too much like the warmth form long ago to be tense. You only wished the situation to be different.
“I love you.”
But you could only offer a bitter smile to his words. “I love my vision,” you replied. “I love the Kitsune Saiguu, and I love my friends.”
His touch was gentle when his fingers came to gently cradle your cheek. Holding your face dearly as he peered into your eyes, his were soft. Different from the cruelty he held within, the hatred that burned and destruction that seeked to explode.
You saw a little boy.
Your hand came to press his hand further against your cheek, till you slid his palm to your lips. He appeared so calm when you pressed the first kiss, lips tracing the lines along his palm with all the care in the world.
But you needed to change your view, see him as the man he now was. As the man he had become.
“I love you,” he repeated, and you let go of his hand. It fell limp by his side, cards all but forgotten. There was a much more pressing matter at hand, because you truly needed to see him as he was.
It was necessary if you planned to kill him.
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Between The Bloodshed | Chapter 22
Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff
Pairing: OT7 x Reader
Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook
Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.
Finally, it’s time for everything to come to an end.
Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.
Chapter warning(s): Mentions of abuse, violence, gore, blood and death. There is weapon use in this chapter.
The door opened, letting the light shine in again. You didn’t even bother lifting your head. Everything in your body ached. How long have you been here? You weren’t really sure anymore.
“Breakfast.” The sound of the tray being placed down.
“Not hungry...” You mumbled, pressing your cheek against your arm as you looked to the side. Then you felt a light nudge against your ankle. That made you lift your head slightly. Instead of sitting at his usual corner, he was sitting opposite you, the tray between you.
“Eat.” He said.
“I’m not hungry right now.”
“Why?” You didn’t even reply to that. You let out a yawn, followed by a sigh. The tray was pushed against your leg again.
“You’ll need the energy.” He said, undoing the binds around your wrists. You didn’t really understand what he meant but you also didn’t really have the mood to banter today.
“Eat.” He repeated. When he was done, he stood up straight and headed back to his same spot to sit. You gave him a look, pushing the food around the tray.
“Thanks...” You murmured and took your first bite. Unlike your other meal chats, you were silent, taking small bites of your food here and there.
“I’m done.” You pushed the tray away. More than half the tray of food was left. The tray was picked up, followed by retreating footsteps and the door closing. You stared at the wall until you realised.
He didn’t bind your hands back.
“What...?” You looked around to see if there was someone else in the room. This wasn’t a trap. You scrambled around until you saw, under the water bottle left behind, a key was hidden.
“Please, please.” You chanted, jamming the key into the keyhole on the ankle brace. When the lock shifted, you almost cried out in relief.
“Where’s the exit?” You bunched up your skirt, trying your best to tie it together so it wouldn’t hinder you when you run. The first thing you did was press your ear to the door to hear for footsteps. There were no sounds outside but you still poked your head out to look first. The coast was clear so you made a break for it, running down the hallways.
“Come on.” You panted, trying to find the exit but this place seemed like a maze. You guessed that you were probably in some warehouse, judging by the sheet metal walls and concrete floors.
“She’s gone!”
“Find the girl!”
“This way!” You heard shouts behind you and quickened your pace. But all the hallways looked the same. You just kept running, hoping to find an open door or exit soon.
“Aish!” Someone grabbed your wrist, yanking you to hide behind another wall. You pressed your back against the wall, seeing two guys run past you.
“Why are you still here?” The male beside you panted.
“I couldn’t find the exit. This place is a freaking maze.” You said through gritted teeth. He shook his head. As you were opening your mouth to speak again, he hushed you, taking his pistol out of his holster.
“Take this.”
“Are you crazy?! I can’t shoot a gun.”
“I’m not asking you to go crazy and start shooting up the place. Just use it to get away if you need to. Pull this back, aim and shoot. I’ll buy you some time. The exit is down this hallway, make a right. Now go!” He shoved you in the direction of said exit. You turned to look back.
“What about you?” You panicked.
“Just go! I’m buying you time. And I have an extra.” He waved his spare pistol in the air. Even if you wanted your freedom, you were still hesitant.
“Go and don’t look back.” He said before separating from you. You continued running, shaky hands holding onto the gun by your side. Finally, at the end of the hallway, you saw the door.
“Please.” When the knob turned, your heart soared. Was this really the thing separating you from your freedom now?
“Where do you think you’re going?” One of the men stood on the other side of the door. You didn’t have a choice, you lifted the gun. The male took a weary step back.
“Just let me go. And I won’t shoot.” You threatened.
“Well...” You saw his hands moving to reach for his weapon. On instinct you clicked the gun and shot his shoulder. He cried out in shock as he went down.
“Move again and you’re dead.” You held the gun over him as you clicked it into place again. But your victory was short lived when you felt an arm wrap around your neck. You would have thrashed around or try to hit him but you felt the coolness of a blade press against your neck, right where you jugular was. That made you immobile.
“Drop the gun.” He said into your ear. You were defeated, dropping the weapon onto the ground.
“Walk.” He pulled you backwards and you followed, your feet shuffling backwards. You watched with longing eyes as the door got further and further. Just like that, whatever light you saw slowly disappeared.
“Tell boss I found the girl.” He told another person before throwing you back into that room.
“Oh doctor, you just had to try and escape. That’s cute.” The boss said, circling around you. You panted, lifting your head to shoot him a glare.
“You even shot one of my men. I’m impressed.” He clapped.
“But because of you...” The boss waved for the other men to bring in the male who helped you escape. He had been roughed up for sure, his eye was bruised and parts of his face swollen up.
“Take it out on me. Leave him out of this.” You growled.
“Aww, isn’t that cute? Both of you fighting to play the hero. But unfortunately, this is a matter of betrayal.” The boss kicked him, making the already injured male groan in pain. He managed to peep open his eyes to make eye contact with you.
“But first, tell me, boy. Why betray your family? Don’t tell me you have fallen for her charm like those stupid Bangtan boys.” He threw his head back in laughter.
“Family?” He scoffed but coughed right after, spewing out blood.
“I took you in, took care of you and provided for you. This is how you repay me?” He began to rain more punches and kicks on the boy, making him wince and moan in more pain.
“Stop it!” You shouted.
“Don’t worry, doc. I promise, after this, it’s your turn.” He laughed. That was when he took his gun out, the other men that watched lifted the boy up for their boss to press the barrel of the gun right against his forehead. Your heart sank. This boy didn’t deserve to die for helping you. Now you regretted everything that you ever said to him.
“Any final words?” The boss asked.
“It’s all my fault, I never should have...” You shook your head, tears slipping down your cheeks.
“It’s not your fault... It was me, holding onto the last bit of my independence.” He smiled before a deafening bang sounded through the room. Blood spattered out from the back of his head and onto the wall, the bullet having gone right through.
“Hasn’t there been one time where you felt that you could never do anything for yourself? Then when you’re given that bit of independence, to finally do something for yourself, that’s all you want to hold onto?”
Those were your words.
“That was touching.” The boss wiped a fake tear. The body fell forward, a small blood pool forming under his head. You wanted to throw up.
“Now, as for you, doctor.” The boss turned to you.
“Just shoot me.” You dared, done with all this. Maybe death was really the better option now.
“Tempting but no can do. I need you here for the final show. And our main guests aren’t even here yet. But don’t worry, you won’t wait too long. I think they’ll be here very soon.” The boss smiled.
“Rough her up before they come.” The boss told him men before leaving.
“Finally. Payback. After what Jungkook did to me back then.” The petty male landed the first punch, followed by kicks. Usually, you were try to cocoon yourself to protect yourself but you just couldn’t take your eyes off the bleeding body before you. His eyes were still open, staring at you.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered to him as you cried silently.
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“Remember our priority. Get (y/n) out of there. Then we kill the boss.” Namjoon reminded. The 6 boys nodded their heads. They were getting close to finding you and bringing you home.
“Whoever finds (y/n) first, just take her to one of the cars and get her to the nearest hospital. The rest of us will handle the boss.” Jin said.
“Let’s go.” They all ran towards the big warehouse. With every other possible hideouts having been search and burnt, this was the only place left. When the men saw them, they immediately got into position, their boss having told them prior to expect the 7. But all the boys saw was red. Bullets were shot and blades were swung.
“Ugh!” Jimin went down as he was attacked by two men but Taehyung swung his bat, hitting one straight in the head while Jimin drove his sword into the other’s abdomen.
“Thanks.” Jimin nodded to Taehyung, running forward and jumping to hide slash as a few men. Jungkook tackled some men to the ground.
“We’re wasting time.” Hoseok grunted as he shot someone. Jin used the handle of his gun to knock some guys out.
“Split up!” Yoongi shouted and they all went their separate directions.
“Watch my back.” Yoongi said to Hoseok and Jimin as he checked the rooms. They were all empty, except for some storage items. Namjoon and Jin opened a room, where more men of the gang were. That led to more wasted time trying to fight them off. Taehyung and Jungkook moved together.
“Damn our luck. I hope the others were better than us.” Jin laughed sarcastically as Namjoon punched some men. He reloaded his guns and shot at whoever tried to come at them.
“Jungkook! Get down!” Taehyung pulled the maknae down. Although they wanted to fight, they had to save energy and ammo.
“Find them! They’re somewhere around here.” A group of men ran past them.
BEEP BEEP
“Yoongi hyung’s team found the boss.” Jungkook said as he checked his pager. Once the coast was clear, they moved to the location that was sent to them. The 7 of them met up again.
“He's in there. I heard the men talking.” Jimin informed. With that, Jungkook backed away slightly before kicking the door down and running in. The boys all stood there, blood staining their clothes. They could feel it, the end of everything was nearing. As they came face to face with their enemy, the one who took you.
“Welcome.” He smirked from his comfortable spot on the couch.
“Where is she?!” Jimin pointed his katana at him, the blade merely a few inches from his face.
“Ah, ah. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He taunted, waving his hand. That was when you were brought in, kneeling in front of the couch. Your dress was dirtied and you were beaten up, bruises and cuts littering your face and limbs.
“(y/n)...” Jungkook called out softly. Your eyes were lidded as you swayed dangerously. You were losing consciousness, fast. It was obvious from the dried blood trail on your temple. Even when a pistol was pressed to the back of your head in a threatening manner, you didn’t flinch. The boys took a step forward.
“One more step...” The boss threatened and the male that held the pistol clicked the gun into place.
“What do you want?” Namjoon growled.
“Oh, how great man fall. All for a single woman. Honestly, I couldn’t believe my ears when I was told that the dangerous Bangtan had fallen for a girl, some doctor. That was until I saw it for myself.” He started.
“I wanted to know just what about her was able to bring the 7 of you to your knees. Then, I met her.” He turned to you.
“I can see why you all adore her.” Using his finger, he lifted your chin. There were a few growls and fist clenches. He side eyed the boys, liking the reaction that he was getting out of them.
They hated it. They hated the fact that you were right in front of them and yet, they couldn’t save you if they wanted you alive. They hated that they were the reason that you were in this position. You weren’t supposed to be here, you were supposed to be well protected in their house, there to heal them when they got hurt.
“I’ll ask again. What is it you want?” Namjoon asked through gritted teeth. They were all resisting the urge to shoot the man in front of them.
“The Bangtan empire. You all don’t deserve what you have. You don’t have what it takes to run such an empire when you’re so weak for a mere woman.”
The boss said in frustration.
“That’s it? You want money? Our companies?” Yoongi glared.
“Sure.” The boss shrugged. The boys were suspicious. There was no way this man went through all this trouble just for their empire.
“Take it.” Jin said.
“Also, I might keep the doctor with me. She’s fun to have around. Her skills and feisty attitude would be a great addition to my gang.” He smirked. This man was just playing them now.
“Over my dead body.” Taehyung sneered. Whatever it is, they were going to make sure that you went home with them today. Alive.
“Looks like we have a problem then.” The boss grinned.
“Take one step closer.” Hoseok threatened the few men he saw slowly getting closer. It was obvious that they were waiting for the boys to put their guard down attacking them.
“I changed my mind, I don’t just want your empire.” The boss shrugged. That had been the goal all along. He wanted to make sure that Bangtan is ended here, permanently. And that he would be the one to end them. Namjoon’s eyes followed the movements of the boss.
“Unfortunately, you don’t have the upper hand. Unless you want to say goodbye to the doctor.” He smirked at Namjoon.
“Drop your weapons. Go on.” He commanded. One by one, the boys dropped their weapons. With another wave of the hand, the men moved in on them. The boys grit their teeth, fighting to urge to fight back as they were hit.
“See? Weak.” The boss scoffed.
BANG!
The boys froze, turning around. Everyone else stopped. That was when they saw the man, who was holding the gun to your head, on the ground, dead. You stood shakily, holding the pistol in your hand as you aimed directly at the boss.
“Next time... remove the dead guy’s extra gun before you leave his body...” You smirked. The boss turned to you.
“Tell them to move back.” You demanded.
“You wouldn’t dare...” He taunted. You clicked the gun, showing that you weren’t joking. Oh, how to tables have turned. If you managed to shoot the other guy already, you didn’t have a problem killing the boss too. Remembering the boy’s fallen body, it only made you angrier. Sensing your threat wasn’t empty, the boss nodded for his men to fall back.
“(y/n)...” Jin called out softly.
“A life for a life.” You pulled the trigger, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you collapsed. Luckily, Jungkook was quick to run over and catch you before you could hit the ground.
“You did well, leave the rest of us.” He whispered. Your shot didn’t kill the boss, only managing to hit him in the thigh.
“Get her out of here.” Yoongi said to the maknae. He nodded, running out of the place with you in his arms.
With their boss down and most likely going to die, the other men just surrendered, putting their hands up. The 6 remaining Bangtan boys stood over the boss, who was writhing on the ground in pain.
“Tell your girl... The boy that was killed because of her... His name is also Jisung... Just like her dear nephew.” He still managed to force out a laugh.
“You want our money?” Jin gave the first kick.
“You want our empire?” Namjoon gave the second.
“You mess with our girl?” Jimin stepped on his thigh, pushing the bullet further into his flesh. He screamed out, straining.
“We’ll see you in hell.” Taehyung raised his metal bat, slamming it down. They just watched emotionlessly as Taehyung beat the man’s face in. He coughed, choking on his blood as he tried to crawl away.
“Where are you going?” Hoseok kicked him back. Imaging all the torture and abuse you went through fuelled their anger. The others killed the other men.
No one was to be spared.
“We have to go before the cops come.” Namjoon stopped Taehyung. Taehyung took a step back with a smirk, rubbing away the blood that managed to splatter on his cheek. Yoongi took the gun out that he had brought for good measure. He placed the barrel of the gun right over the man’s chest, clicking it back slowly. With a smile, he pulled the trigger.
“For good measure.” Jin shrugged with a smile and shot two more bullets.
“That’s enough. Let’s go. We have more important things to do.” Namjoon waved the gang over. Right now, they should prioritise your condition. Same as always, Yoongi grabbed a lighter, torching the place down.
“Don’t forget to send a gift to the governor to thank him for putting out all the fires.” Hoseok laughed. Namjoon hummed.
~~
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Restoration
genre: smut || slice of life
pairing: jin x reader
word Count: 10.1k
rating: 18+
warnings: language, light dom!jin, explicit sexual descriptions, choking, fingering
summary: Return to your childhood hone with your partner, Jin only to discover how much it’s changed.
project: this part of the bcc summer games event~ it’s was for the image prompt which is the one under the name of the fic in the banner lol this was meant to be short, but then i included this whole first half smh
credits: a HUGE thank you goes to my amazing beta reader @destructiveasparagus ! helped me find where my weaknesses lie and super incredibly helpful in how to learn from my mistakes! thank you so so much! i hope to improve with my future works!
It had been a long time since you’d been to your hometown, so long you barely recognized it as you drove in with your fiancé. Streets you once ran around on as a child—knowing each backstreet like the back of your hand—now seemed like the paths of a maze; roads that stirred distant memories of laughter and joy.
Eyes catching new shops where your favorite childhood hangouts once stood, a dull ache laced with both nostalgia and discomfort begins to stir within you. It seems the town had decided to be more modern… more suburban you guessed. It kind of made you sad if you were honest with yourself. You were expecting to return to the home you once loved, and to be bathed in the memories of each corner, shop, and alley.
Becoming more frustrated with each new sight you didn’t recognize, you sink into your seat releasing a sigh. Crossing your arms loosely over your chest, you look down at your knees. Chewing the inside of your cheek, you pondered what your neighborhood would look like. You hoped against hope that at least that small corner of your memories wouldn’t be betrayed.
“You okay?”
Catching your attention, you look to the side at your fiancé who had turned to look at you as he made a stop at a red light. His handsome features twisted into concern, which brought a small smile to your lips. Softly nodding, you try to assuage his worries.
“I’m fine, Seokjin. Just realizing how long it’s been since I was home is all,” melancholy weaving into your voice, gaze forlornly sweeping out the windows of the vehicle again.
“Changed that much, huh?” eyes still on you, every so often shuffling to make sure the street light hadn’t changed yet.
You nod, watching as a couple of teenage girls walk with some name brand iced coffees in their hands, eyes glued to their phones, as they giggled about something mundane. Feeling like a creep for staring, you shake your head and look back at the man by your side. “It’s definitely changed.... too much.”
God, you’d never identified with a boomer harder than you did at this very moment. Words of when I was kid at the tip of your tongue, wanting to rant about all the things you remembered as a kid and how it had been ruined now. You’d never regretted leaving home before, not until this moment. All of your treasured spots, destroyed by gentrification. How depressing.
But then you look at what you had gained from your departure from home and you realize how silly you’re being. You had found tons of struggle out in the world on your own. Learned what it was like to truly live in a woman’s world; having to work twice as hard for half the pay of a man; earning the way you had to always be cautious and on the lookout for dangers that lurked around every corner when the sun went down; learned how to pick yourself back up and work harder, when you were passed up on a promotion in favor of the manager’s son.
But you made it through every obstacle. You were a fighter, and never shied away from fighting to get what you wanted. To deal with the dangers of walking around at night, you took self defense classes. You quit the job that underpaid you. And when the manager at that other job finally offered you that promotion, you gave them your two weeks. You decided to take a position at a startup company that saw your worth, valued your opinions and took your ideas into consideration. A company where you were promoted and given more power to help it grow. It had grown into a multimillion-dollar business. Whose technology had been implemented in every hospital in the country. And the genius behind its creation and production sat by your side.
Kim Seokjin had been a godsend. You’d bumped into him one night at a bar after a particularly rough day of work. You had dropped into the seat beside him, not sparing a single glance his way as you ordered a beer. Shoulders slumping, you rubbed at your eyes in frustration pushing your tears back in. Noticing your distress, he reached out to you. He asked after your well being, taking you by surprise. Cautiously you spoke to him that night, only to be pleasantly surprised by his kind nature. While sharing the struggles of your days with each other, he brought up his start up and how he was looking to fill the position. Handing you a card before you both parted ways, he offered you a position without even knowing your qualifications.
Long story short, you took the position, worked your way up and fell in love with the company's CEO. Of course, there were those that always felt the need to fill the office with unnecessary drama. Hushed whispers in the break rooms, and muttered words across the cubicles of how you had slept your way to the top. But you shrugged them all off, no water off a duck’s back right? Besides, how do you sleep your way to the top of a tiny startup? There was no top or bottom. The tomfoolery of the envious, honestly.
The car jerking into motion brings you back to the present. Blinking the memories of the past decade or so out of the way. Vision returning to your present day home town, suddenly not so bothered by the changes. Your home had grown up and adapted, just as you had. That thought alone brings a smile to your face. A hand slipping over your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze, making you completely beam as you take Jin's hand in your own ringed hand. Placing a soft kiss on the back of his hand, as you hold it tenderly in your lap, his quiet laugh filling the space in the car as you continued on your way.
Some ten minutes later, you pull up the front of your childhood home; warmth filling your chest as you notice how little it’s changed. Aside from a few cosmetic changes it was still the same. And there they were, all the memories rushing in at once. The feelings you had been anticipating finally hit you. Now you felt like you were truly home as you were surrounded by all the wonderful memories of your childhood.
A gentle hand on your lower back brings you back, you smile up at Jin who stands by your side. A reassuring smile adorns his plush lips, as he rubs small circles on your back in a show of support and affection.
“You ready?”
Taking one large lung full of air, you hold it for a couple beats before deflating and nodding up at him. The steadying warmth of his hand on your lower back fills you with all the confidence you needed as you made your way up the stone patch.
Worries of how your family would react to you being back niggling the back of your mind. You tried to keep in touch as much as you could but there were times it was almost impossible due to financial stability or work load. Damn, a small bit of guilt began to bloom in your chest. So you stand frozen, finger just a few inches from the doorbell. Maybe you should’ve called before showing up.
Sensing your internal struggle, Jin wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. Plush lips press to the crown of your head leaving a quick kiss. “Everything’s going to be fine, babe,” he whispers into your hair.
“How do you know? I mean- I’ve been gone so long… they have to be angry with me. What if they think I don't care?” you fret, teeth gnawing at the inside of your bottom lip, hands twisting into the hem of your shirt, wrinkling the smooth fabric in the anxiety.
Chuckling softly, the arm around you turns you to face the tall male. Eyes roam your face, a warmth in them that always somehow seem to soothe your nerves. And sooth they did as you could feel your worries begin to ebb away.
“Hey, none of that,” he chastises, as he presses his hand lightly to your jaw, thumb tugging your bottom lip down. “You’re going to chew yourself raw. And we don’t want that. I don’t want you hurting yourself.” He places a gentle kiss on your lips as if to soothe away any stinging there.
Your lips can’t help but spread into a smile at how he was being such a mother hen. He was always like this, not just with you but with his employees as well. It’s what made him such a good boss, and an even better partner. Lady luck was feeling extremely generous the day she led you to Jin in that quaint bar.
Returning your smile, he quickly places multiple kisses around your face—on your nose, your cheeks, and your forehead. Arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close, as you giggle at the onslaught of kisses he bestowed you with. The sound of his mirth joining yours, pulling back to hold your cheeks gently. Eyes looking into your own as he assures you, “Everything is going to be fine, so stop stressing for once. We’re here to relax okay?”
Sighing, you nod with a smile still perched on your face. “You’re the best, you know that?”
“Of course, I am. And the most handsome!” all the confidence in the world seeping out of his words, smugness painting over his pretty features.
You scoff playfully, smacking his arm. “And yet you like claiming you’re humble,” shaking your head you turn back to the door and ring the doorbell without hesitation.
“Well, I’m not bragging if it’s a fact,” comes his witty retort which has your eyes rolling. This was nothing new with him, the man knew he was good looking. I mean you’d have to be blind to not think so as well. But you know, can’t let his ego inflate too big.
“I don’t know… I've seen better looking,” you shrug nonchalantly as you press the doorbell again, hoping someone was actually home. Yeah, you definitely should’ve called ahead.
“What? Where? Who is he!? Wait, are you talking about that kid in marketing? What’s his name?” he instantly barrages you with a succession of questions, jealousy bleeding into his tone. “That pretty boy with the deep voice! You-”
He’s suddenly cut off by the jingling of a handle and the lock being turned, as the door swings open. Your mother stands before you, surprise marring her features. Features that remained the same after all these years, a few wrinkles showing her age joined the painting that was your mother’s face. You’d pictured—imagined—scenarios of seeing her again, of how it would go but the feelings you felt now were far more intense than anything your mind could conjure up. .
You were sure the shock she wore was mirrored by you, as you stood there taking the other in. Your heart hammered away at your chest, pumping emotions into every vein throughout your body until it began to leak out of your eyes. As the first drop made it’s journey down your cheek, you stepped forward prompting your mother to mirror your actions, crashing into each other's arms. You didn’t realize you could miss someone so much and up until that point had been unaware that you had missed being held in the arms of your mother.
You could feel her tears seep through the shirt on your shoulder, happy greetings and words blubbered in excitement. Laughing you pull back enough to look at her, a watery smile greeting you.
“I’ve missed you, Momma,” your voice trembling with the emotions overtaking you.
“I’ve missed you too, sweet pea. I’m so happy to see you safe and healthy. I was worried you weren’t eating well this whole time. I know how you can get, you get too involved in what you’re working on and forget to eat,” your mother rambles on, word vomit just pouring out of her. All the words she hasn’t been able to share with you now fill the space between you. As a teenager you would’ve been annoyed, but now as a grown adult you were endeared by her light nagging.
“She still does that,” Jin's voice catching both of your attention. “Not eat, I mean.”
You turn to him, a self-satisfied smile on his lips, and an incredulous look on yours. Wow, not even two minutes, and he was already selling you out to your mother. You shake your head at him, eyes trying to signal for him to stop. He simply chuckles back.
“Oh is that right?” Your mother gives you a look, before looking back at your handsome partner. “And who might this be?” Eyebrows raise in question to you.
“Oh! I’m so sorry. Momma, this is my, um, fiancé, Kim Seokjin. Jin this is my mother,” you awkwardly introduce them. Biting the corner of your lip as you look at your mother out of the corner of your eye.
She looks at you, surprised at your engaged status, which you hadn’t had the chance to bring up during the brief, rare calls home. You can see the message hidden in her eyes, we’ll talk about this later, before turning to Jin. “It's a pleasure to finally meet you. My, you’re a handsome one.”
You close your eyes and internally groan before turning to Jin pointing a cocky smile your way. He sure was annoying when he was proven right. Gloating prick.
He gives you a quick eyebrow wiggle before turning to smile at your mother. “You’re too kind, really,” acting embarrassed, as he rubs the back of his neck and bows in gratitude once more.
“Oh! And he’s modest!” your mothers cheers delightedly.
Wow, he pulled the fake modesty card. You shake your head at him as you quietly scoff, lips almost quirked in a smile, as he winks at you. He was something else. But he was your something else. He was worth it. Headaches, terrible jokes and all.
“So… is anyone else home?” you questioned, curious as to whether your father, or if any of your siblings, were around. You weren’t sure if they’d be as welcoming as your mother, but her warmth and acceptance of you returning gave you the confidence to continue forward.
Your mother nods at you excitedly, wrapping an arm around yours and moving you towards the door. Jin follows behind amused as your mother explains how one of your aunts was visiting with her family, and how a couple of your siblings were in town. She went a mile a minute, spewing out even the latest family gossip—your father’s brother had cheated on his wife, your cousin had come out of the closet after being caught mid act (“What a scandalous event that was!”) and even how your mother’s eldest sister had beat breast cancer.
You sighed happily as you let your mother lead the way, Jin flanking behind you. Man it felt good to be home.
“We got incredibly lucky,” you said loudly, as you placed a small pile of folded clothes in a drawer. Pacing back over to the suitcase on the bed, pulling out your underwear to place in the same drawer to one side.
“What?” Jin called from the room over.
“I said we got lucky!” you replied, voice louder than before.
“Lucky?”
“Yeah. We‘re lucky they didn’t charge a cancellation fee at the hotel.”
Your mother, after making the rounds with the family, had insisted you stay in your old room. You were surprised that it had remained as you had left it. You were sure it would’ve been turned into a home gym by now, or a man cave for your brother that was still home. The fact that it was still intact, filled you with emotion. Your mother must have held out hope you’d come back, so when she insisted you agreed, unable to deny her request.
Of course there was the task of cancelling your hotel reservation, which everyone knows last minute cancellations come with some hefty cancellation fees. You felt bad as you had dialed the number on your cell, but Jin assured you it was fine and was worth it if you were happy.
As Jin worked on unloading the luggage, you spoke with the concierge who upon looking up the reservation, gifted you with the surprise of not incurring a late fee. You had been surprised and tried to verify the cancellation policy to which the male on the other end confirmed there would be no charge and wished you a pleasant day. You returned the sentiment as you hung up and looked at your partner in mild stupor before relaying the information to which he raised his eyebrows and shrugged, bringing in the rest of your belongings.
“You're still stuck on that?” he points out, humor ringing in his voice.
“Well, isn’t it a bit surprising to you?” you huff, cheeks puffing a bit in a pout.
“I guess…” he trails off momentarily. You could hear the gears turning before he returned with, “Maybe it’s because they saw who I was.”
“What? Why would that matter?” You had a feeling you knew where this was going, and could already feel your eyes preemptively rolling.
“Because, I’m the youngest, most handsome CEO in the nation.” A wheezing laugh following his words, almost sounding like windshield wipers.
Your eyes roll so hard, you see the back of your skull, and into an alternate universe. Why did you put up with him again? And as the sound of a door opening fills the space, you remember one of the reasons as he walks through the door. Towel wrapped loosely around his hips, muscles flexing as he rubbed his hair dry with another towel, he stood in all his glory. Your eyes chase drops of water running down his wet skin, swallowing hard where they disappear into the material knotted around his narrow hips.
“Sweetheart, you’re making me blush with all the ogling,” he chuckles smugly. “I get it though.”
You snap out of your daze, eyes narrowing at his cocky face in annoyance. Shaking your head, you choose to ignore him—turning back to your bag, grabbing some of your toiletries to place on the dresser. Distracted by your task you don’t notice Jin walk up behind you, until you’re tugged back into his wet torso.
“You know,” he mutters into your ear, “I haven’t forgotten that little quip from earlier.” One of his large hands slides up your body, finding its home wrapped around your jaw. He tilts your head back into his shoulder, his other arm wrapping around your waist to pull you further into his form. “You think that kid in the office is better looking than me.”
You take a few calming breaths, body becoming alert with excitement as Jin invades your space. Every word and touch begins to stir desire within you.
“I never said that. You assumed… you know what they say about when you assume,” you can’t help but gibe, lips tugging up in a smirk.
A growl rumbles through you as the grip on your jaw tightens slightly. “Don't be a smart ass… I’ve seen the way you look at him, when you think no one is aware. I’m not an idiot.”
You chuckle, unable to help yourself. His jealous words turn you on more than they should.
“I can’t help it if he’s pretty to look at,” you state complacently.
“Pretty?” he chuckles at your audacity, grip tightening slightly around your jaw. Swinging your jaw away from the direction of his face, the feel of his lips brushing the shell of your ear makes you shiver. “You do look at him. Tell me, do you fantasize about him?”
Your eyes shut, the warmth of his breath traveling through your trapped body; an aching starting to pulse between your thighs. Hands moving back to rest on his towel covered thighs to help maintain balance, but more importantly to assist in feeling grounded.
“You do, don't you…?” His nose nuzzles at your ear, lips pressing behind your ear. “Is that why you stare? Because you imagine what it would be like to have him inside you?” the arm wrapped around your waist loosens, hand traveling south to the apex of your thighs.
You bite your lip, unable to answer his questions. His touch leaves trails of flames wherever they roam, burning any words from you. His words are simmering your blood.
“Is your silence an admission?” he says with a slight edge to his voice. “You imagine him sliding into you? Taking you? As if you're his?” His grip on your jaw moves to your throat, fingers wrapping deliciously around the smooth muscle and flesh.
“You’ll never be his,” he hisses. The hand between your thighs grips your core tightly, a whine escaping your lips at the slight pain and pleasure. “This,” grip tightening for emphasis, “is mine! Your cunt belongs to me. My cock will be the only one to ever claim it,” Jin growls into your ear, hips pressing his hard member into your ass.
Fuck, that was enough to ruin your underwear. His words release the floodgates, slick escaping your lower lips to soak your panties. The growl rumbling against your back, and vibrating in your ear has your mind blanking for a moment, thighs clenching involuntarily around his wrist.
“Turned on by that?” he crows, self gratification filling every word. “Do you like hearing me claim you? The affirmation that no other man will ever ruin this pretty pussy like me?”
Your breath hitches, a strong pulse running through your body like seismic activity relaying that an eruption is imminent. With the way Jin is rutting into your back, hand gently petting your mound, it was only a matter of time before he had you bursting in ecstasy.
His lips lightly trail up and down the shell of your ear, removing his hand from your throat to grip at your jaw and tilt your face up at him. Faces so close, your noses brush, breaths intermingling. He pulls back his head, looking down at you as the corner of his lip lifts in smirk just as he shoves his other hand under the band of your underwear. Long, warm fingers softly run over your lips, massaging gentle circles into them.
Licking his luscious lips, he hisses when one his fingers swipes between your lips. “Fuck,” he groans, biting his thick lip. “You’re this wet from a few words... '' A finger swirling around your opening, spreading your juices. The digit slides up to your sensitive nub, giving it the same attention. Pressing down with a bit of pressure, rolling it around making you arch your back, eyes clenching.
You feel Jin nudge your nose with his own, brushing his lips against yours. Eyes fluttering open, they meet his dark eyes, completely blow black from his arousal. Pink muscle slipping from his lips, sliding across yours teasingly while his hips slowly press against yours to get a bit of relief as your hands grip the towel resting over his flexing thighs. Your lips part, inviting his devilish tongue in, the prelude of you parting your legs for his length.
Taking the invitation, Jin shoves his tongue into your awaiting mouth. The moist muscle wrestling with yours as you kiss each other desperately. Both of you beyond the point of slow and steady when he shoves two digits into your core, his mouth trapping the groan he rips out of you. With no patience, the digits set a steady pace as his palm presses into your clit. Your hips buck at the sudden onslaught of stimulation. Your lips crash against each other like waves, teeth clacking as you try to get closer.
He pulls back from the kiss provoking a whine from you. His jaw clenches as his fingers fuck into your hole, scissoring your walls, preparing you for him. You press your ass into him, feeling how hard he is, your walls quiver around his fingers.
“No more,” you moan quietly.
“What’s wrong, baby? Too much?” he lazily grins down at you, grinding the palm of his palm down on your nub.
Your eyebrows pinch at the stimulation, lips parting without a sound escaping before you’re able to gather your senses again. “No… no more foreplay.” Your lusty gaze meets his, your chest heaving as you try to even it out. “I want you inside me now,” reaffirming how it was only him you wanted.
He pulls you into a hard kiss, pulling his hand out of your pants. Releasing your jaw, he yanks your pants and underwear down your thighs. Lifting your legs to kick them off, he rotates your bodies to walk you back into the bed, nearly ripping your shirt off you. You almost fall as your legs hit the bed, ripping his lips from yours. You both gasp for air as you stare at each other for a moment.
His hand slides into your hair, scratching soothingly at your scalp before gripping it in a firm hold. Turning your face to the side, he leans in, licking a stripe up your neck to your ear. He takes the lobe of your ear between his teeth teasingly tugging it. Pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear, he nuzzles the hair behind it, breath tickling your ear pleasurably.
“Turn around. I want you bent over this bed, with your ass in the air for me. I want to see how your cunt weeps for me.”
His words strike a hard cord within you, goosebumps appearing all over your flesh. You bite your lip, turning your body away from him and move into position. Feeling it wasn’t enough, he uses the grip on your strands to push you down further into the comforter, back completely arched now.
Strands slipping between his fingers as he removes his hand, the other palms your ass cheek, pulling it to the side to look at your core. The groan that leaves him makes you clench.
“Look how pretty… so wet and inviting. Look how your hole clenches, begging for my dick.” His other hand grabs onto the opposite cheek, pulling it away to open you even more to him. Pressing his hips to yours, he slots his length against your soaked lips. Slowly rubbing his member up and down, lubricating himself with your slick.
Every word makes you clench, the desire raging inside you growing desperate for him to fill you. Every throb of the thick shaft almost makes you delirious.
Eyes previously squeezed shut flutter open, as your hands grip the comforter. A childish print catches your attention, suddenly the realization hits you. You’re back at your childhood home, in a house full of relatives. You weren’t alone in this house, and they weren’t asleep. Now that you had awareness, you could hear them beyond the door chattering. You had let lust get away with you.
“Jin wait…” you hiss.
He stops all movement, one of hands gently petting your lower back. “Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” worry slipping into his words.
“No no. You didn’t hurt me. I just… I realized we’re not alone. We can’t do this here. My family is right out there,” you explain in a loud whisper, trying to look at him over your shoulder.
Silence reigns for a moment.
“So?” Jin's single word pierces the quiet.
“What?” you question, baffled by his nonchalance.
“What does that matter?” He shifts before pressing against you, the head of his cock prodding at your bud. He leans over your back, hands resting on your hips. “It doesn’t bother me, and it never has to you either. You never complain when I fuck you in my office, surrounded by all of our coworkers... our employees.”
You swallow hard.
“In fact, you love initiating it. Teasing me in front of them, riling me up.” His hips thrust, length slipping between your lower lips, cushioned comfortably between them.
“T-that’s different.” you try to argue, but his throbbing manhood against you makes it hard. “Thi-this is my family… who I haven't seen in a long time. I can’t h-have them thinking badly of me.”
He’s quiet but for a minute before wrapping a hand around your mouth. “Then you better keep quiet,” is the quick warning he hisses in your ear as he pushes his length into you.
His hand traps the sound of your yelp. Your walls stretch deliciously but sting at his abrupt intrusion as he buries himself completely. He doesn’t move, allowing you to adjust, placing gentle kisses over your shoulder. His hand massages circles into your hip.
Unable to verbally notify him it was okay to move, you opt for using your hips as you push back against him. Getting the hint, his hips pull back slowly before pushing back in at the same agonizingly passive pace. Lips still pressing kisses to your soft skin, hips lazily snapping into you .
You whine, wanting more.
“Needy already,” he chuckles and places one last kiss to your flesh before standing to his full height. Both hands now resting on your hips, pulling you back so he can grind himself inside your spongy walls. “Remember, not a sound. Your family is out there.”
What a jackass, you can’t help but think as you glare back at him, that damn cocky smile on his lips. You open your mouth to retort but it quickly snaps shut as he pulls back and snaps back in. The action was so hard, you almost thought he’d speared straight into your stomach.
He slides out slowly again before plunging roughly back in. Filling you so completely, each hard impale burning pleasurably. Hands sliding to push your cheeks apart, he watches himself disappear between your folds as he sets a steady pace.
The sound of your sex gushing with each probe of his shaft makes you grow wetter. Slick running down the inside of your thighs, as he pushes it out of you, clit pulsing with each invasion.
It isn’t long before he angles his hips, in search of that spot he enjoys so much. It’s with one particular push that he finds it, as you lifted onto your toes and arched your back signaling him. A whine trapped behind teeth that bite down hard on your lips as he hits it again is all the confirmation he needs.
He sets about burrowing into you, head meeting that patch of spongy tissue over and over;building an inferno in the pit of your stomach with each visit. Your legs begin to tremble as you part your lips.
“H-harder, please,” you quietly moan, almost breathless, trying to keep your volume down.
“Whatever my baby wants, she gets.” His thrusts turn piercing. Hips smacking into yours hard, hands gripping you bruisingly hard. Over the smacks of your hips that filled the room, you can hear him groan softly with each shove. It made you clench around him, causing his hips to stutter briefly before returning to their bruising pace.
“Your pussy is so hot and wet. You're soaking my thighs baby,” he groans out, smacking into you harder. “Squeezing me so tight, begging me to fuck you harder.”
A smack to your behind pulls a yelp from you. Panicking, you bring a hand to cover your mouth, hoping no one heard that. Worry niggling at you again before it’s promptly fucked right out of you by Jin's hips speeding up their brutal pace.
“I wish I could hear you baby,” he rasps, sounding just as breathless as you are. “I want to hear you moan for me… begging to cum… I want to hear you scream my name.”
You feel the bed dip beside you, as he places a foot down. Elevating his leg, he creates a new angle to spear your core. Hands finding purchase above your hips, he anchors his hold, hips pulled back.
“Remember… we don't want to get found out.”
With those words he pushes into you quickly and roughly. Each thrust drags you to and fro on the bed, rubbing your nipples raw against the material. His hips unrelenting in their assault of you. Pistoning deep, making sure to brush your g-spot with each insertion.
His actions have you crying into the comforter, as it catches and cushions your cries, groans and mantras of his name. Hands clenching the material so tight, your fingers were going numb. You wanted to fuck back into him, but his tight grip on you and his brutal pace allowed no room to.
“Fuck your so good to me. Your pussy is so perfect. So tight and warm. And it's. Only. Mine.” Accentuating each word with a sharp thrust. Laying his full claim to your core.
Fingers wrapping in your tangled strands, he guides you to stand, back leaning against his chest as the other hand grips your throat, fingers pressing down on your pressure points. The pressure fueling the fire of your impending orgasm, as the new angle only adds fuel to the already roaring wildfire.
“Who does your cunt belong to?” he growls into your ear.
You hardly breath, nevermind gracing him with an answer. But as he adds pressure to your throat, you gasp out, “You.”
“That’s right,” he moans, self-satisfied, slowing his pace to grind into you slow and deep. “Mine. Only mine to ruin. Only mine to paint with my cum.”
His words hit you hard, as you clench hard around him, groaning in sync with him as waves pulse through you. You were so close, you knew he could tell as the fingers previously tangled in your hair, now pressed circles into the bundle of nerves buried in your folds.
You throw your head back, gasps of air leaving your parted lips. Your nails dig into the sweaty flesh of his thighs, hips bucking back into his. You try your hardest to not be too loud, as your face twists into nothing but pure pleasure.
You were so close, so close you were quietly pleading Jin to cum. His name becomes a prayer on your lips, that fuels his own need. The sound of his name desperately falling from your lips makes him almost feral in the way he fucks you. Plunging into you so hard and fast, that the unmistakable sounds of flesh slapping flesh could be heard through the room, the sound accompanied by the filthy sounds of your dripping arousal.
A guttural moan leaves your lips, as he pinches your bud, which he promptly cuts off by slotting his mouth over yours. Kissing you greedly, wanting to swallow every wanton sound.
The next moment, a fire spreads through your veins, as your whole body seizes at the arrival of your orgasm. Loud moans of pleasure, swallowed as promised by Jin's mouth as he kisses you sloppily. Your hips buck into his digits as they continue to stimulate your nub.
Jin’s hips continue to push through your ever tightening walls and begin to stutter in their assault, just before he pushes deep inside as you feel him paint your walls. Now it’s your turn to ingest all the sounds of his orgasm. The hand around your throat tightens, making you light headed with pleasure, as his other hand over stimulates your nub, thighs tightening to stop him.
Milking himself dry, he soon slows down and comes to a complete stop. Pulling your lips apart, a string of saliva keeps your bruised lips connected. The grip around your hips sustains your standing position, as your legs feel weak post orgasm.
Jin’s ever softening length, slips out of you making you both shiver. Gentle as he could be, he guides you to take a seat on the bed.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you at all?” He looks you over, checking for any bruises from his manhandling.
This is what made him such an amazing lover. How caring he is about his partner after making love to them. It was always so fascinating to see him turn from domineering to self-effacing. Always taking care to ask how you felt after, soothing any places he may have gone too far and holding you gently in his arms.
It simply warms your heart, as you smile up at his broad shouldered form standing before you. Placing a hand over the one he’d placed on your cheek and giving it a reassuring squeeze, you say, “I’m fine, Jin. I always am when I'm with you,”
He beams down at you just before he places a kiss lovingly on your forehead. Thumb caressing your cheek, resting his forehead against yours. A warmth radiating from his eyes as he traps you in his gaze.
“I love you.”
Your heart skips a beat at the words said so simply, stomach a buzz with a storm of bees. You would never tire of hearing him say them to you, always feeling like the first time he’d confessed the depth of his feelings.
“I love you more,” you return, biting your lip giddily.
A smile reaches his eyes, as he grins widely. His cheeks puff up, giving him the look of an adorable squirrel storing acorns. His lips press to yours, no movement necessary. Just a simple press, feeling more intimate than what you had previously been engaged in.
He pulls back with a questioning look in his eyes, when he feels you shiver, almost spilling from his lips before you speak.
“Sorry, um just felt it slipping out of me,” you murmur, embarrassed, eyes not meeting his.
He chuckles, wide shoulders shaking in his mirth. Kissing you again he mutters, “You’re so cute sometimes.”
Slipping an arm around your back and one beneath your knees, he lifts you effortlessly. You wrap your arms around his neck, looking at him in confusion. He ignores your inquisitive eyes, making his way to the door he’d left not long before that led to your en suite bathroom.
“I think we should take a shower.”
“You just had a shower.”
“Yes, but after working up a sweat I need another, and together we can help preserve water.”
You roll your eyes, skeptical of him. “Sure, but no funny business!”
“No promises.”
You disappear into the bathroom with you protesting and Jin laughing.
You had been back home for a couple of days, and it had been enjoyable to say the least. Getting settled in, introducing Jin to more of your family that stopped by when they heard about your return, catching up with the extended family, and even some of your friends who still lived in town.
Jin seemed happy to be able to relax, your family welcoming him completely. He had admitted to you how much he appreciated being welcomed with open arms. He loved how large your family was, and the affection they shared so easily, compared to his small family of just his parents and himself.
You knew he also loved that they ate up his terrible jokes like hotcakes. Not to mention how your mother seemed to love cooking him meals, always blushing when he praised the meals and asking for seconds. It was also obvious how much your family stroked his ego when they complimented his looks. You knew this would be bad once the time came for you to go back to your shared home, ego so inflated you weren’t sure you’d be able to fit in the car with him. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t content at how things had turned out.
You had only gone out once since arriving, taking a stroll through the new town center, hands held in his as he listened attentively to you recount tales of your childhood. Every so often you’d stop and point out a location, describing what once took up residence in the spot of a newly erected business or apartment complex. You had stayed out till the sun had begun to make its descent, ice creams in hand as you walked back to your home.
It was that same evening upon returning home to have dinner with your family—filling your family in on your adventures—that your mother informed you about the state of your favorite place growing up. Feeling your heart drop, as she described it in more detail. When you had made your way to your room afterwards, Jin had stopped you and asked you if you wanted to visit the location. After hearing your mother’s disheartening news you weren’t sure, but Jin simply encouraged you to go see it with your own eyes.
That’s how you now found yourself tripping over a root as you trekked through the small forest not far from your parent’s home. A large hand steadying you before you eat dirt, you murmur a thank you before continuing on your way. It’s not long before you reach a clearing, that only cements your mother’s words as true. Your sad eyes survey the once beautiful lake, now nothing but a public garbage disposal. The water was murky, filled with so much debris and garbage it looked like sludge. The land surrounding the water was no better. The once pristine swimming hole was now a small landfill.
Placing a hand on your shoulder, you feel Jin give you a comforting squeeze. You rest your hand over his, intertwining your fingers, you sigh defeatedly, turning to bury your face in his chest. Wrapping his arms around you, he kisses the crown of your head and lays his cheek on it. The two of you bathe in the silence, all signs of forest life now muted in the wake of the destruction of their home. You doubted anyone even still lived here, the land so completely uninhabitable.
“This place used to be so beautiful,” you muse dejectedly, laying your cheek over his heart. “So full of life…”
Jin glides his fingers through your hair, listening closely.
“As a kid, I used to think this was the secret home of a fairy kingdom. Where a kind prince ruled over his subjects with a gentle fist. Adding color, and brilliance to nature here. At least, that’s the story my mother would tell,” you regale him, hands clutching his thin shirt.
“When she would bring my siblings and I here, and the water shimmered so beautifully, she’d say it was the fairy prince welcoming us to play in his kingdom. And when we’d visit in the evening once the sun had dipped down, balls of blinking lights dancing through the cool air, she’d say they were the fairies dancing in glee at our visit.”
You could feel tears form behind your lash line, tilting your head up as to not let them fall. You feel childish speaking of fairy tales to your fiancé, growing upset to the point you’re about to cry over it. Yet you couldn’t help yourself. This place was such a large part of your childhood, and if you were honest with yourself, it was the place you had been most anxious to visit. To see it destroyed to this degree broke your heart.
Sensing the dive in your emotions, Jin pulls back, taking your face in his hands, eyes roaming over your face in sympathy. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. Maybe we can do something.”
You tilt your head, wondering what he could mean. Blinking up at him, wet lashes sticking together. “What do you mean?”
Placidly smiling down at you, his thumb wipes away the stray tears beneath your eyes. “I don’t know, maybe we could try to clean up. Try to restore it to its former glory,” he shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets, eyes sweeping the clearing.
You stupidly blink at him, mouth slightly ajar. Your heart begins to swell with so much affection that it feels as if it could pop out of your chest. The waterworks come back full force, lips trembling with emotion.
Noticing your silence he glances back to you, eyes widening with panic, hands hovering in front of him in uncertainty. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Was it something I said?”
Shaking your head, you throw your arms around him. Burrowing your face into his neck, standing on your tiptoes. “I love you so much,” you tearfully declare.
He returns your hold, lifting you up, an affectionate smile pulling at his plump lips. “What’s all this for, you big softie?” he teasingly murmurs.
“I just… I just feel so lucky to be with you.” You can’t help the emotions pouring out of you, unable to keep them inside when it comes to him. You weren’t sure what you had done in this life to deserve him, but you swore to whatever entity was out there that you would prove yourself worthy of him. For all the days you were gifted with being by his side, you would be the best partner possible.
“Well you are pretty blessed to look upon this handsome face every day.”
You smack his arm, body shaking with restrained laughter. “You’re incorrigible!” you exclaim, barely containing the joy glowing on your face.
Windshield wiper screeches fill the air, as he backs away from you rubbing at the spot you’d hit. His laugh was something uniquely him that always called attention. No matter whether you found it odd, or not, it always made you join him. It was a trait you found completely endearing.
Your laughs begin to quiet, a few residual chuckles escaping you. You look at each other, affection and mirth mirroring one another.
“Did you really mean it?”
He hums questioningly, raising his brows.
“About trying to clean up here?”
“Of course, I do,” he nods. “We’ve still got a few more days left here. We can go buy industrial trash bags, maybe some equipment to help us pick up the garbage, and we’ll definitely need some protection,” he continues to list off.
A smile growing on your own lips, you hug his arm, squirming against him excitedly. “Okay! Let’s do it!”
“Yeah?” he questions, amused at your behavior. You nod enthusiastically and chuckle, beginning to walk off. “Well, what are we waiting for? No time like the present right?”
You agree, a pep to your step excitedly discussing the possibility of hopefully saving a part of your childhood.
“It’s so hot!” you whine, stretching your aching back as you wipe the sweat from your forehead. You roll your neck, trying to loosen your tense muscles from being hunched over with the trash pick-up stick.
Since your first visit to the Fae Kingdom, which you had taken to calling it affectionately, you had spent the last few days clearing the area around the body of sludge. It was hard labor and the two of you always arrived home sorely exhausted, passing out as soon as your bodies hit the bed. On a couple of occasions, your siblings joined you carrying some of the workload.
Thanks to their help and the determination to see things through, you were actually able to now see the floor of the hidden glade. There wasn’t much trash left, so you were currently taking care of what was left while Jin was using a pool skimmer to collect the junk in the lake.
It was a particularly sunny, and humid day. The air felt incredibly thick with moisture, making it a bit harder to breathe. Not to mention how you were sweating buckets. You had both shed some layers, hating how uncomfortable it felt to have the fabric sticking to your skin.
After complaining about the heat, you toss your stick on the ground, making your way over to a small blanket you laid out to take breaks. Lowering onto your knees, you grab a bottle of water and take a generous gulp. The cool liquid soothes your rising body temperature. Capping the bottle, you roll it on your forehead, trying to cool yourself down.
Rolling back on your knees, you land with a soft thud on your behind, enjoying the shade the tall trees provided. Taking a deep breath, you release it slowly before choking on it. Coughing violently, as your eyes almost bug out of your head.
Standing about ten feet in front of you, by the edge of the water was a broad shouldered god. Muscles flexing beneath lightly sun kissed skin, beads of sweat rolling down his back, burly arms bulging with each bend as he lifts the skimmer out of the water.
How in the hell was this herculean man real?
You sigh in awe, before looking up, hands clasped together as you whisper a thank you up above.
“What are you doing?”
You jump as his voice breaks the quiet atmosphere. Your eyes hastily fall on him as you reply in a high pitch, “Nothing!” Your cheeks begin to warm, staining with embarrassment.
His brows pinch, not fully believing you. Shaking his head, he turns to shake the skimmer into a large black bag. Setting it to the side, he swipes sweat off his brow. He turns and makes his way to you, pulling the work gloves off his large hands, stuffing them in the back pocket of his dark jeans. Coming to a stop at the edge of the blanket, he crouches down reaching his hand out for a drink.
Leaning back, you pull a cool bottle out of the cooler and hand it to him. You watch as he takes a large swig, before swiftly emptying the rest over his head. Brushing his hair back, his dark eyes rest on you. One corner of his plush lips pulls up at the unhidden admiration on your face.
“Come here.” He crooks a finger, signalling you closer.
You blink, lifting up and shuffling on your knees over to him. His hand locks behind your neck pulling you in to steal a kiss, lips brushing yours affectionately. One of your hands finds purchase on a burly shoulder to steady yourself. He pulls back, placing a succession of quick pecks over your pouting lips, pulling giggles out of you.
“I’m sorry. I suddenly realized I hadn't kissed the most beautiful woman today. It had to be quickly amended.”
A large grin breaks over your face at his cheesy words.
“You’re such a charmer, Mr. Kim.”
His eyes flash, tongue swiping over his thick lower lip. “Am I? Does that mean I can charm you out of these?” he teases, fingers tugging at your shorts.
You swallow hard, painfully aware of the warm thrum between your thighs. Biting your lip, a protest on the tip of your tongue threatens to expose the unabashed yearning of your heat.
Before you can utter a word, his lips are yours again. The hand behind your neck pulls you closer as he leans over you. A hand on your waist guides you to lie on the blanketed ground, his knee nudging your legs apart to settle between them comfortably. He kisses you languishly, hand releasing your soft strands and sliding to your cheek as he rests his weight on the arm placed by your head. Hips grinding in lazy circles against your mound, drawing a quiet moan.
Suffice to say all thoughts of the heat are replaced by a different kind of heat as your hands slide up the plane of muscles you had been admiring not long ago. You feel every flex of his back as his hips continue their languorous movements. You bend your knees, widening the space for him invitingly.
It’s as his hand descends to take hold of your left breast that you hear something in the distance. You ignore it thinking maybe it was a rustling branch or bush. Giving your breast a squeeze, Jin spreads even more heat to your core, and just as you’re about to groan your breath hitches as the sounds are closer this time.
“Jin! Sis! Are you guys here?”
Your eyes bug open, staring into Jin's equally stunned gaze before you both spring apart. A tangle of limbs, wrestling to separate from each other. It’s when you’re finally sitting in your own personal spaces that you notice a hitch in your situation. Jin’s erection was pitching a lovely tent in his semi loose jeans. His hands covered it, a pained look on his face as he cursed. Hearing the crunch of leaves close by springs you into action just as your siblings walk out of the tree line.
“Oh there you guys are,” the oldest declares, pointing you out to the others.
You smile over at them innocently from your position between Jin's legs, back resting against his naked chest, his arms resting around your waist. You both wave at them, thanking powers at be for the humidity today helping to disguise your flushed skin.
“Oh, hey! We didn’t know you guys were coming by today.” Jin greets nonchalantly, raising an arm to wave at them.
“Well,” the youngest speaks up this time, hand rubbing the back of their neck, ”we weren’t going to but when we realized what the weather was like out, we couldn’t let you guys deal with it all alone.”
You can’t help but smile at them in appreciation. “Thank you guys, you really didn’t have to.”
“This is our waterhole, we have to help too,” your middle sibling declares, pounding a fist into their chest dramatically.
You roll your eyes as they grin at you.
“Well let’s get to it, fam!” cheers the youngest.
“We’ll join you in a moment, just taking a short break,” you inform them.
“No worries, take your time. This heat is no joke.” They wave you off as they set up their equipment and bags.
You realise a sigh, reiterating your thanks as they go about cleaning. You watch them a moment before twisting your head to the side. “You wanna get a hold on yourself now?” you hiss over your shoulder. Jin’s prominent erection poking at your back, showing no signs of deflating any time soon.
He wraps his arms around you pulling closer. “I can’t help it, not when that perfect ass keeps pushing back on me.” he whispers into your ear. “And did you know your shoulders turn me on too? They’re so perfect for grabbing onto when I fuck into you from be-”
A yelp of pain gets your sibling’s attention, heads swiveling to look over you guys. Jin folded over, hand clutching at his right side where you’d elbowed him.
“He’s got a stitch in his side from cleaning out the lake. Sorry to scare you guys,” you give as an explanation, waving off their concerned gazes. Feeling bad, your oldest sibling decides to take over lake duty, telling you guys to take your time resting.
You nod gratefully, before turning your attention back to the frustratingly handsome man behind you. “Get a hold of yourself! Or you won’t be touching me for the next week!”
He looks at you in indignation, sputtering to find a response. “You can’t do that! We leave in a few days! We can finally go back to loud unfiltered sex!”
You twist around and smack a hand over his mouth. “I’m not kidding! Get it together, my siblings are here,” your eyes blazing with intent.
He removes your hand as he clears his throat. A playful glint in his eyes before he opens his obnoxious mouth. “You know you’re hot when you’re angry?” he manages before breaking out into his signature high pitched laugh.
Face flushing in annoyance, you smack his bare arm. “Fine! Good luck hiding it on your own!” you fume, leaning forward to push yourself up.
You don’t get far, as he cages you quickly with his arms, pulling you back against him, a panicked no permeating the humid air. You huff, as you feel the wind almost knock out of you at the force he uses to pull you back into place.
“Well are you gonna behave?” an unsaid ultimatum weaved into the question.
“Ah! It’s not my fault you’re so attractive! How can you blame me like this!” he continues to whine, like a petulant child not allowed to play with their favorite toy.
The pair of you continue to bicker, as your siblings slave away in restoring the clearing. It’s not long before they grow hot, exhausted by the muggy air engulfing them. Their patience and kindness waning, complaints for you both to hurry and join them—which you promptly do, with bottles of water in hand to help them cool down. Your small group makes quick work of the left over trash, as Jin takes care of what’s left in the lake.
The sun was just beginning it’s descent, stars just barely dotting across the darkening sky, when your small rag tag group finally finished; spent bodies leaning on each other, as weary eyes surveyed your hard work. It wasn’t what it once was, but it looked damn well on its way there and you couldn’t help the happy tears that brimmed your waterline. The arm around your shoulder gives you a quick squeeze, Jin's voice filling the air thanking everyone for their hard work.
The evening chill that cools your sweat soaked layers has the small group shivering. Giving the place one last sweep, you all agree to high tail it back for much needed showers and rest.
Tomorrow would be your last full day there and you wanted to make sure of one last thing. You would be trying to find a way to purify the lake water. You had been doing research and had read about techniques aiming to bring a lake back to or closer to man-made undisturbed conditions. You had found a lake restoration company not far outside of the town. Jin had already agreed to accompany you, willing to help in any way possible as you brought it up before going to bed that night. You had happily accepted, beholden by the revival of the Fae Kingdom.
The night was comfortably warm, filled with happy chatter in the beautiful glade. Fairy lights lit the area in a soft glow as many visitors sat around the lake, eating meals they had just pulled off grills or brought with them from home. Small clusters of families or couples relaxed after a day of fun and thrills.
Somewhere someone had brought a speaker, a soft pop melody permeating the air, as you quietly sing along to it, swaying in your fiance’s arms, his own angelic voice serenading you. Your family surrounded you, their loud boisterous laughs bringing you joy and comfort.
It had been a year since your visit, a year of the lake restoration working its magic. A year of love and care for the watering hole, which was almost a mirror of its former glory. Beautiful shades of green once more filling in patches of the ground, all the colors of the rainbow blooming, giving the space vibrance and life. There were signs of life all around you as creatures began to inhabit the area once more.
But the most amazing part is being able to witness the breathtaking globes of light that dance before your eyes. Soft, blinking lights that waltz around, unbothered by the visitors. The fairies had returned, they had come back home to their kingdom.
“They’re happy.”
“Huh,” you ask dumbly, breaking out of your reverie.
“The fairies, they’re happy to see you,” he voices.
A tender smile rests on his lips when you turn to him. He remembered. The childish story you had told him. And it’s in that moment, with blinking lights reflecting around him that you come to a realization.
“You’re the fairy prince. Well, you’re my real fairy prince,” you admit quietly.
He looks down at you, eyes searching yours before placing a kiss on the tip of your nose and pulling your back flush against him.
“I guess that makes you the future princess of the Fae Kingdom.”
You cling to his arms happily, taking in the gorgeous scenery before you.
“Besides, it only makes sense that someone as good looking as me is royalty.”
“And there goes the moment,” you grumble as you leave the safe space of his arms to join your family in their merriment.
“Hey! You know it’s true!” he exclaims, chasing after you, accompanied by a squeaking laugh.
#btscreatorscorner#bangtansorciere#purplearmynet#bts x reader#kim seokjin x reader#seokjin x reader#jin x reader#bts jin x reader#ksj#kim seokjin#bccsg
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I need a break
Shangqi x Reader (Platonic)
A/N: I feel like I’m loosing steam towards the end of my placement and wow I have never needed a break this badly before. Perhaps a short Shangqi x Reader imagine where they are both University students. Seriously at this rate I’ll just be solely a Shangqi writer HAHAHA. Doing this on my phone because I don’t want to open my work computer. Let’s see where this impromptu idea takes me to. Hope you enjoy it and as always like and comment if you wish!
Genre: PG-13
Warnings: None really, just friends supporting each other! I guess there’s an inaccurate timeline if you look at the MCU but hey this is an imagine plus if you look at some of the wiki pages, Shangqi is actually born in 1998/1999. So appreciate if you’re kind enough to go with the flow to read this comfort fic!
‘Y/N!’ Shangqi rushes to catch up with you after class. You made an effort to conceal your tiredness but he saw it right through. ‘Gosh…you alright?’
You think to yourself. Were you really alright? The answer was pretty obvious. You were ten weeks into your placement and your emotions were a jumbled up mess. Having to deal with work responsibilities was one problem, school assignments were another issue all together. At this point, you felt like you were just getting through each week for the sake of it.
At first, you believed that what you were going through was simply a transition to becoming an adult. You thought that naturally, you would be able to persevere through the stressful periods by yourself. But of course, it has been hard.
You were a social work intern at a neighborhood youth centre, thirty minutes away if you took the train and bus. The work was fulfilling in it’s own ways, but recently there were self-doubts filling your brain, if you were really cut out for the job in the future. If you weren’t, what else could you do?
As you sat with Shangqi in the school’s student-ran cafe, you found yourself pouring out the exact same concerns to him. Credit to him, Shangqi never interrupted your monologue, he just simply listened. That’s what best friends were for. That’s what you did for him to when he ran into issues with his family.
Even then, he couldn’t deny that hearing you doubt yourself broke his heart. He had known you since high school. You mostly kept to yourself and one or two close friends. Despite joining the school’s athletic team where you were one of the main athletes, you preferred to stay in the shadows unlike some of your teammates. That didn’t stop you from going out of your way to help other students in need; like helping the girl who was in an arm cast to copy the social studies notes, even if it meant you had to do it twice. Or maybe just talking to a friend who was stressed out about their results.
Basically, you had studied your ass off to get a secured spot at this university who were only one of the few that offered the degree. He remembers you telling him the moment you got your offer, ‘I’m finally good at something. I don’t have to worry anymore!’
Shangqi wasn’t stupid. The pandemic had done some crazy things. And by crazy, it affected the self-esteem that you had been working so hard on by participating in various projects and events, with you being in charge of a drama production that was promoting on mental health. That was a big deal considering that you were a major introvert.
Online engagement was never easy. In fact he has heard some of your struggles that you’ve shared with him regarding this and it only makes him admire you even more. For someone who preferred to keep to themselves, stepping out of one’s comfort zone, to take on a role that wasn’t just simply about helping people - that took guts.
‘I’m sorry I’m just loading you with all this. I just feel…’ You trailed off, suddenly becoming emotional again. Again, Shangqi does not pry. ‘That I can’t do anything right.’ You emphasize that you had ended the statement for you were unsure that you could keep your cool if you had tried to continue on.
‘If I hear you saying sorry another time,’ he chides, ‘you’re paying for our meal later.’ Your lips curved upwards slightly before returning to its somber position. Shangqi decides that a meal won’t cut it. He needs to deploy ‘Operation Y/N’. Standing up with your buzzer to collect the food, Shangqi whips out his phone. There will be a few changes for today.
Food was definitely a cure in this situation, but it was only a part of the solution. After inhaling your ramen at light speed, Shangqi tells you that today will be a different Friday. ‘And you can’t complain! It’ll be a weekend tmr,’ he tells you. So why not? You figured that even if you went back home early, your head wouldn’t be in the right place to complete the essay for your English module.
‘Hold up! The VR studio that Katy was talking about?’ You look at the tickets inside the taxi that was taking you and Shangqi to the location. ‘How did you even, it was so hard to get these tickets!’ From the time Shangqi met you outside the classroom, he had yet to see you so ecstatic. Until now.
‘Well,’ Shangqi gives his best shrug. ‘I called in a favor from a friend. Said that it was for emergency purposes.’ He raised his fingers to make connotations in the air much to your amusement.
‘Wow… just how much do I not know about you Mr Popular?’ You teased. Shangqi decides to leave the fact on him having to persuade the Wakandan Princess in giving him free tickets.
‘Please! I swear whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it! It’s for Y/N!’
‘Ey well why didn’t you say so? If it’s for that nice friend, of course!’ Shuri leaves the entrance of the compound, an exasperated Shangqi trailing behind.
Yeah, the VR studio that Katy told them about was also funded by King T’Challa himself. With stunning life like visuals thanks to Wakandan technology, the VR studio was located in a middle class neighborhood. T’Challa believed that no matter where kids came from, they should have the right to enjoy and to explore the world. For now, he wasn’t ready to share that he was on the way on becoming a full-fledged Avenger yet - you just had too much on your plate. He’ll just have to settle with this white lie.
‘Is Katy coming?’ You were on the verge of vibrating off your seat. ‘She would love this place!’ Even when you were struggling, Y/N still manages to think about other people. Today, Y/N will put her needs first.
As if to answer your previous question, you can see an equally excited Katy waiting for the two of you at the roundabout. ‘HEL-LO EVERYONE! LET’S GET OUR FRIDAY STARTED IN PROPER SHALL WE?’ Her loud voice had attracted stares, some very displeased looks too but at this point in time, you didn’t give a damn. Katy was right, it was time to enjoy!
You wished that you could slow down time, or even replay it continuously when you needed cheering up because the only thing you felt was pure happiness - euphoria even. Your stomach was in knots for laughing hysterically together with Katy when Shangqi jumped in shock from a surprise scare from a zombie. ‘I’m keeping that for leverage,’ she tells you, quietly slipping her phone into her fanny pack.
The Wakandans had really outdone themselves this time. Your favorite VR was the paradise VR. Slipping the headgear, you say goodbye to the smiles of Katy and Shangqi, whisking away to a beach that oddly reminded you of your dream destination - Hawaii. From where you were standing, you were surrounded by green and majestic islands. Despite their sheer size, you weren’t intimidated. In fact, you were healing.
Your mind was no longer in the room of the VR studio. How could it when the sun kissed your skin, giving you the much needed energy that you were lacking for so long? In the room, the two sees you kick your shoes to the side, going barefoot. It may have seem strange, but with the monitor beside you, your actions were perfectly logical.
As a kid, you used to despise the prickly feeling of sand in between your toes. But now, you grew to love the sensation that each grain of sand had on your skin. It made you feel grounded, that everything was going to be ok. You raise your virtual hand to touch your face - were you crying?
‘She must have been really stressed huh?’ Katy whispers to Shangqi who nods in return. How he hated the fact that you were giving so much to your work but still felt underappreciated. Forget the Avengers with superhuman abilities, you were the true MVP. The VR ends and you remove your headgear. ‘I’m ok,’ you automatically reassure them despite the dry tears left on both cheeks. You step down the platform slowly, trying to regain sense of the real world.
What you didn’t expect was the two embracing you in a hug, squishing you in between them. Maybe that had set off the waterworks. For someone like Katy, she had sage advice.
‘Life can be pretty shitty right? But I’m so proud of you fighting it Y/N. Just remember that it’s ok to be weak. I mean, I’ve seen worse from Shangqi,’ she jabs her finger towards his direction, earning a glare from him. That’s Katy, always trying to add a bit of humor to this grey world. Calming down, you let go of the both of them. ‘Thanks guys, for everything.’
‘Hey,’ Shangqi responds, slinging his arm over your shoulder. ‘We’re friends, so we don’t leave each other behind.’ Phone beeping, he retrieves it to check the message. ‘And look at that, nice timing. Who wants Korean BBQ?’
Trailing behind them, you get an amusing view of Shangqi bickering with Katy on how many Soju bottles she’s allowed to order later. As San Francisco welcomed the night, you were just thankful that you had the two of them to walk through this crazy maze called life.
‘Last one to the shop is paying!’
‘Oh you’re on Mister!’
A/N: I really just think that this was also an imagine for me to cope too. So I can only hope to finish my placement/assignments/exams well! To anyone who does studies and work simultaneously, I fucking respect you (allow me to use expletives for now, these people deserve the respect). If you’re going through a stressful time, I hope this brings the slightest comfort for you and remember… YOU ARE NOT ALONE! Again, thank you for reading!
#shang chi#xu shangqi#shangqi x reader#shangqi imagine#katy shang chi#shang chi x reader#shangqi#simu liu
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Even If You Stumble A Step, You’re Still Moving Forward
Summary: TK and Carlos move into their new home post-finale and TK doesn't exactly make the best first impression on their new neighbors...
Notes: this was like a fever dream i had a few months ago and then i stopped writing but decided to revive it last night so... here we are. also title creds (and emotional support creds) to jillian @marjansmarwani because this fic wouldn’t exist without her. and also s/o to brit @moviegeek03 for being extra supportive of yet another fic where [spoiler] tk falls down the stairs again :/
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TK shuffles through the maze of boxes stacked several feet high throughout their new home. The scene shouldn’t surprise him considering it was only a few months ago he was moving his own boxes into their old home. However it feels different knowing that most of this stuff isn’t actually theirs.
Well, it is theirs now he figures. But the fact remains that most of the stuff filling the space was either given to them by various members of the extended 126 family, or was recently purchased by TK or Carlos on one of their many trips to Bed Bath and Beyond.
They had taken their time searching for a new place to live. Owen had made it clear that they were both welcome to stay with him (and Mateo) for as long as they needed, but TK had known it was time.
So when a townhome popped up on Zillow that met all their criteria, they wasted no time booking an appointment with the realtor. They both had instantly fallen in love with the open floor plan and deck out back. Plus they knew the extra bedrooms upstairs may come in handy someday.
While they knew the vertical layout of the home itself wasn’t the best, having more stairs than either of them were used to, it checked every other box and was right in their price range so they had wasted no time signing the lease.
A few days had passed since settlement and now most of their days were spent trying to unpack and make this new house into a home. It would never replace the one they had lost, but it had been exciting to build this new home together.
Though on this particular day, TK found himself alone in trying to get settled in since Carlos had a shift. With the 126 still out of commission, possibly forever, and the department not having any openings for paramedics, most of the unpacking was left for TK.
After getting a good chunk of the living room done, he checks the time and decides to go out and see if the mail has come yet. Not that he’s expecting anything with their address still being so new, and not getting much physical mail anyway to begin with. But it still provided a good excuse to take a break.
TK opens the front door and starts to make his way down the set of stairs leading down.
He makes it about halfway before his attention is caught by one of his new next door neighbors, Mr. Martin- if he remembers correctly, exiting at the same time. Mr. Martin gives a friendly wave and TK goes to return the gesture.
Except, he’s not paying attention when he takes the next step, and he misses, his heel just barely hitting the edge of the step before he starts to go down. He tumbles until he comes to a hard stop at the bottom, with most of his weight coming down on his right knee, sending shooting pains up and down his leg.
The rest of his body is sore, and by the time his ears stop ringing, he can just barely make out a new female voice asking “Sir, are you okay?”
He opens his eyes, which he had not even realized he had squeezed shut at some point, to see his neighbor, Mrs. Bailey- his brain supplies, from across the street making her way over to check on him, worried lines painting across her forehead.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m fine,” he grimaces while pushing himself up to a seated position. He tries to hide the blush forming on his cheeks. Not the best way to make a good first impression on his neighbors.
“Are you sure, son? We can call for help if you need it. Someone you know, or 9-1-1?” Mr. Martin joins in the conversation.
“No!” TK interjects too quickly, startling both neighbors. He panics for a moment when the weight of the predicament settles in. He meets the gaze of both figures still staring at him, clearly concerned and waiting for him to say something. “I mean, I’m a paramedic. I’m fine. Or I will be fine. Thank you,” he flashes them both a quick smile before pushing himself up off the ground, ignoring the sharp pains that radiate from his knee when he tries to put any weight on it.
Getting back up the stairs is no easy feat, and he doesn’t have to turn around to know that both Mr. Martin and Mrs. Bailey are still watching him, concerned. Fortunately, they don’t know him well enough to try and follow or help. He’s not sure he would feel comfortable enough receiving help from some strangers. Half the time he doesn’t even feel comfortable receiving help from the people he does know.
He leans heavily on the railing, refusing to turn around out of fear of further mortification. Once he’s inside the home, he collapses right inside the hall, unable to go any further since his knee decided to stop cooperating.
A few tears pool in his eyes, and he’s unsure if that’s due to the pain or embarrassment. Not knowing what else to do, he takes out his phone and shoots a quick text to Carlos.
TK: we have to move
It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for the three dots to pop up before being replaced by Carlos’ response.
Carlos: ???
TK sighs and rubs his face, trying to figure out the best way to explain the situation.
TK: i feel down the stairs out front and all the neighbors saw
Carlos: Holy shit, are you okay??
He lets out a puff of air at that.
TK: you mean besides my bruised ego?
TK: no, i hurt my knee but i’m fine. that’s not the issue here.
Carlos: Okay, I’ll be home in an hour and you can let me be the judge of that. If I see any swelling, we’re going to the doctor.”
He rolls his eyes at Carlos’ worry. At worst, it’s a bad sprain, nothing that can’t be fixed with some icing and wrapping. But there are other things they need to worry about.
TK: you’re missing the point, carlos. the entire neighborhood thinks i’m an idiot. we can’t live here anymore.
TK knows he’s being dramatic, but the more he thinks about it, the more embarrassed he gets. The idea that these are people he’s going to have to continue to face everyday for the foreseeable future. And that now all they’ll be able to think about when they do see him. Now he’ll just be known as the guy who can’t walk down stairs.
Carlos: Relax, TK. I’ll be home soon.
TK: you mean our temporary place of residence which we will soon be moving out of
He doesn’t get a response after that.
His mind continues to spiral while he waits for Carlos to arrive. He knows the other man is likely climbing the walls trying to leave his shift early but it would still be awhile before he could be allowed to leave.
Left alone with his thoughts, his mind keeps playing out the series of events that happened minutes ago. He can't help but beat himself up over embarrassing himself like that. Ironically enough, it’s not even the first time he’s fallen down stairs, having taken a tumble down the stairs in Carlos’ place a few months back. And of course he would manage to injure himself that time, and this time as well.
He should at least try to get up so he can find an ice pack to lessen the swelling. Sitting on the floor up against the wall can’t be doing his knee any favors. Yet he can’t bring himself to move, instead resting his head back against the wall and sighing.
TK pulls out his phone again, cycling through the apps until he hears the tell-tale keys jingling in the already unlocked door.
As soon as Carlos steps through the door, he nearly trips over TK in the doorway. “Woah, hey! TK, are you okay?” he crouches down to TK’s level.
TK shrugs. Now that he’s face to face with Carlos, he can’t help but feel suffocated by another person judging him, even if Carlos’ worry comes from a place of concern.
“Can I take a look at your knee?”
TK nods, allowing Carlos to gently inspect his swollen joint. He winces as Carlos traces his hand around his kneecap.
“This doesn’t look good, babe. I think we need to go to the hospital.”
“No, it’s fine,” he quickly shakes his head. The worried look in Carlos’ eyes only makes his heart ache, and he can only try to find ways to make it go away. “Just help me up and we can ice it. It will look better once the swelling goes down a bit.”
Carlos gives him a look that screams I don’t believe you but sighs. “Fine, but if it doesn’t…”
“I know, I know. You’ll drag my ass to the emergency room,” TK gives him a reassuring smile.
Carlos returns the smile, and extends a hand to help TK up. TK accepts, and allows Carlos to take on most of his weight once he’s standing. They slowly make their way over to the living room, with Carlos softly depositing TK onto the sofa. He then disappears into the kitchen before returning with an ice pack in hand.
“Thanks,” TK smiles, trying to mask the wince as Carlos places the pack onto his knee.
“Do you want to watch an episode of The Office?” Carlos asks, picking up the remote and settling in the spot next to TK.
TK shrugs, knowing that Carlos is just trying to appeal to him by offering to put on his favorite show. The other man doesn’t even like the show that much, often finding the humor dry and tasteless, but TK thinks he just doesn’t get it.
“Do you want to talk about what happened?”
There it is.
“I just can’t believe I did that in front of our new neighbors. They probably think I’m an idiot.”
“I’m sure no one thinks you’re an idiot, TK,” Carlos gently reassures him.
“Yeah all the neighbors saw me make an idiot of myself,” TK sighs exasperatedly. “God, how am I supposed to face these people everyday now?”
“Hate to break it to you babe, but this is not a valid reason for us to move.”
“I know,” he sighs again.
“Besides,” Carlos continues. “If your track record has proven anything, it’s that this won’t be the last medical emergency at our new home. It’s good that the neighbors are getting used to it now.”
TK gives him a pointed look.
“I’m pretty sure this is the second time you’ve fallen down the stairs since we’ve started dating,” Carlos says with a light chuckle.
“Whatever,” TK scoffs. “At least the other time it wasn’t in front of total strangers.”
Carlos softens. “That’s true. But I’m sure the neighbors just care about you. I don’t think this is that big of a deal, TK.”
“You weren’t there though. It was mortifying.”
“What did they say, exactly?”
TK nervously looks down. “They asked if I was okay. And if I needed any help.”
Carlos raises his eyebrow, waiting to see if TK continues.
“They offered to call for help but I said no and went back inside.”
“See? They just care about you TK. I haven’t really talked to anyone yet but they seem like nice people.”
“I guess,” TK shrugs.
“I know, you’re still embarrassed. But if nothing else, they’ll probably forget about it by the next time we see them.”
“You don’t think I’ll be known as the ‘clumsy neighbor who can’t walk down stairs’?”
“Maybe the ‘cute clumsy neighbor that can’t walk down stairs,’” Carlos says with a smirk. “But we could always change that.”
TK cocks his head to the side.
“You think our new neighbors might enjoy some peach scones when we go over and have a proper introduction?”
“You really plan to charm our new neighbors with your baking?”
“You think it will work?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then yes, I do,” Carlos grins proudly. He then leans over and gently removes the ice pack from TK’s knee, grimacing at what he sees. “This still looks pretty swollen, babe. I think we need to go to the hospital.”
TK gives him a pained smile. “You sure I can’t talk my way out of this?”
“Nope,” Carlos says, popping the p. He stands up before extending his hand to help TK do the same.
TK accepts, shifting his weight and leaning into Carlos once he’s fully upright.
“You know, I think you may have a paramedic blindspot when it comes to your own health.”
TK lets out a light laugh. “Yeah, I’ve been told.”
A week later, Carlos softly knocks on the door of Mrs. Bailey’s home across the street with one hand and a plate of peach scones in the other. TK had offered to hold the scones but when they went over to Mr. Martin's home earlier in the day, it was quickly discovered it was too difficult for him to manage getting up the stairs and holding the plate.
So he settles for letting Carlos do most of the work while he awkwardly limps up the stairs, leaning heavily on the railing to keep some pressure off his knee.
After their quick trip to the emergency room, it had been determined that TK’s initial assessment was right and it was just a bad sprain. He was given a brace to help reduce the pain and a pair of crutches, which (much to Carlos’ dismay) he abandoned after only two days, citing that they only made it harder to get around their home which he can now say for certain has too many damn stairs.
A problem which seems to follow him as he also has to get up the stairs to greet his neighbors.
“Maybe we should have moved to a neighborhood of single level homes,” he states with a wince as he joins Carlos at the front door.
Carlos snorts. “We can take it into consideration if we ever have to move again.”
“God, please don’t say that. I don’t want to think about moving ever again.”
“Good,” Carlos gives him a soft smile. “Because I’m planning on staying here for the long run.”
“Me too,” TK returns the smile just as Mrs. Bailey opens the door.
“What a lovely surprise!” she exclaims taking in the sight of the two men.
“Hello ma’am,” Carlos says with a polite smile.
“We brought you some scones,” TK adds, gesturing to the plate in Carlos’ hands.
“Oh how thoughtful of you. Please come in. How are you doing?” she asks, turning to TK. “I’ve been worried.”
He exchanges a look with Carlos, the other man's face clearly saying I told you she cares, before turning back to Mrs. Bailey.
“I’m fine, ma’am. Thank you for asking. It’s just a bad sprain. But I do appreciate your concern, especially the other week.”
“Oh, of course dear,” she says with a warm smile. “Now, you boys aren’t going to make me eat these scones all by myself are you?”
They both let out a light chuckle and exchange another glance before following their new neighbor, and friend inside.
#i've posted too much today#but i need share before i end up deleting it#but actually if it flops i may just delete anyway#whatever at this point#911 lone star#911lonestarfic#tarlosfic#my fic#usersaaya#userbones#reyeslonestartag#pragmaticoptimist34#tuserpaige
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a/n: drabble dump for our boy kuroo -- i love him loads and think about him endlessly. i also apologize beforehand for the awkward ending bc i’m terrible at ending things. hope you all enjoy! gonna go knock back a melatonin and sleep my wooziness away
w/c: ~2.4k; some angst, fluff, mentions of alcohol
you’re avoiding tetsurou, and he’s keen on figuring out why. college!au, friends to lovers.
“you’re not as slick as you think, y’know.”
instantly, a shiver creeps up your spine, electrifying you in quick, tiny bursts. those eight, nine words were more than enough to let you know who was standing behind you, peering over your shoulder in an effort to catch your gaze. his voice made your heart clench and lungs fight for oxygen – you begin to curse the high, intellectual level of tetsurou’s observational skills. you just wanted to make it another day without seeing his face outside of class, opting more for longer walks and just looking back to see the back of his stylishly mussed hair in the far distance. it frustrates you how much you’ve used the word ‘infuriating’ when it comes to him, but there’s no other better word you can think of without having to consult the thesaurus.
you have a few seconds to dart your eyes around, desperately searching for a way to escape. your productivity typically thrives within the library, but he’s always there, so with lots of pleading and promises of baked goods and decent coffee, you were able to borrow a close friend’s ID, a graduate student, and access the graduate resource room in a less traveled hallway. and in the expanse of that area, you’ve tucked yourself away into the back corner behind some shelves where almost no one visits. but it leaves you cornered and vulnerable – no matter which direction, in combination with his long legs, tetsurou would catch up to you in a heartbeat. you thought you had finally found a way to permanently escape his grasp, but apparently not.
much like you, he’s not supposed to be able to access this area. after all, you’re both senior undergrads so –
“how did you get in here?” you quietly hiss. you’re pretty sure you’d be booted out if you made any sound above 15 decibels, and you’re not about to let tetsurou ruin this haven for you.
there’s a rustle of clothing, a hand that rests on the back of your seat, and the hairs on the nape of your neck spike, before a delicate whisper informs, “you’re not the only one with grad student friends, love.”
if you weren’t so focused on keeping yourself rigid, body absolutely understanding of the effect that this man has on you, you definitely would’ve shivered from the proximity. but the gentleness in his tone sends you back to three weeks ago – you’re no longer under a fluorescent light tucked between cream-colored walls, but rather basked in a somewhat garish hue of crimson. your veins were tinged with alcohol, the substance leaving you feeling like you were on clouds, a silly smile breaking across your face uncontrollably. other bodies surrounded you but the only one you were focused on was the one in front of you, following your swaying movements to the beat of the music coming through someone’s speakers. even in the warmth of the house, tetsurou’s hands on your waist seared your skin, branding the feeling on you for eternity. his eyes twinkled with apparent affection, unbridled and screaming at you for you to understand the line he wanted to so desperately cross, that the alcohol pushed it behind his efforts to deny himself the one thing he’s been searching for in all these years.
“i’m a little drunk, but fuck, you have no idea how bad i wanna kiss you,” he had murmured just loud enough into your ear, then ghosting his lips over the shell of it. everything around you dissolved into a blur as you could only focus on his breaths and the tightening of his grasp on you. his confession wasn’t completely unwarranted – not at all.
tetsurou and you had met in the quantitative analysis lab freshman year, having been assigned as partners for the semester just by how the ta’s drew the seating chart. he was a friendly, kind soul – had saved your ass multiple times from overshooting your titrations, prevented multiple beakers and graduated cylinders from falling over, always down to compare numbers to help ensure that neither of you were fucking up too hard.
coincidentally, the two of you were registered to the same ochem lab the next year and immediately gravitated towards each other, grateful to find some familiarity in all the anxiety. he witnessed your breakdown mid-lab, did his best to comfort you and salvage your sample so there was enough for recrystallization because you somehow got landed with a shitty, leaking separatory funnel, and stayed back with you when you had fallen behind in the cleanup process. from then on, it was a weekly habit to study together and work on your lab journals and reports together, not taking long to become close friends.
tetsurou did his best to keep his growing feelings at bay, knowing that you had explicitly mentioned swearing off relationships as you tried to figure out your future first. he wasn’t oblivious enough to think that you didn’t feel anything for him whatsoever – you were stubborn and tenacious at best. the house party at miya atsumu’s was simply a suggestion for the both of you to relax after a brutal midterm in your inorganic chemistry course, to let loose and treat yourself. he really hadn’t meant to say what he said, but just looked so good, so lovely and beautiful and enthralling, and you were looking at him like he hung the stars and moon in the sky – he knows he’s sent that same look to you multiple times when you weren’t looking, completely sober and unfazed.
he couldn’t stop himself from leaning close into you that night and you hadn’t stopped in – he knows he should’ve resisted, but feeling your soft lips against his was easily one of the top ten highlights of his college career, and his love for you only surged beyond his hold, overwhelming him to the point where all he could think about was nothing but holding your cheek in the palm of his hand so he could get a better angle and let himself indulge just this once.
that’s all it was – kissing and kissing in the middle of the makeshift dancefloor until there was no more oxygen left in either of your lungs. like a decent human being, he dropped you off at your apartment and bid you goodnight, hoping that you wouldn’t forget all the events that had transpired. and maybe, just maybe, he wished that you would let it happen again, that you could make him the exception in your plans.
evidently, you did remember it, because suddenly your responses to his texts were delayed and dry. you were picking up extra shifts, showing up to class at the very last minute, and leaving as soon as the professor dismissed you, allowing practically no room for him to make small talk. and while he would usually pass you in the halls of the chem building at some point, you were always too far from him and scurrying away in a different direction. tetsurou did his best to give you your space, but the less he saw of you, the more nervous and frustrated he grew. there was a wrench thrown into his daily routine, and your presence had always managed to bring some peace to him. so when he realized that you had truly abandoned your usual study spot in the library a week and a half later, he set himself on a mission to find out exactly where you were hiding.
it honestly had been sheer luck that he saw your figure ducking around into a hallway he’s never bothered to go down, and by the time he caught up, the door to the graduate resource room had just closed on your and there was no way he could get in without some help. luckily, his mentor who had stayed at the university for their phd was pretty nonchalant about letting him borrow it for a few days, preferring to study at home or in a coffee shop off-campus themselves.
he knew that since you were hiding, you were probably going to be in the most inconspicuous spot possible. so while there was some time dedicated to navigating the new maze of an area, he immediately felt a sense of relief when he saw your back hunched over your notes, hair tied up into a messy bun, and your laptop open with a spotify playlist.
after you’re done reminiscing, you begin to pack your stuff up, opting to just nor respond to tetsurou and ignoring the pleasant sensation that his term of endearment for you brought. he pulls back and stands straight to give you some room, but the tapping of his foot against the tile floor speaks to his blooming agitation at your silence. you’re still wordless as you weave between the shelves to the exit, knowing that the man plaguing your dreams is not far behind. the game of ‘follow the leader’ (or is it ‘cat and mouse’?) continues until you both have exited the main door, and right before you can walk down the granite steps, tetsurou seizes the opportunity to run ahead of you and stand in your way.
“tetsu, please,” you sigh, avoiding his piercing stare by fiddling with the sleeves of your jacket. “is there something you need?”
“you can’t play coy with me,” he chastises, bending down slightly in hopes that you’ll finally look at him. “you know why i’m here.”
it’s a bad habit of yours to nibble on the inside of your lips when you’re searching for the right things to say. tetsurou only picked up on it just last year – the action itself is very subtle to the outside viewer, and he hadn’t been paying close enough attention back then. “don’t bullshit me right now.”
“do we have to do this now?” you whine a bit.
“yes, or else i’m never gonna get you to talk to me. come on, you don’t do this, love.”
“what do you mean?”
“you’re running away. that’s pretty cowardly, don’t you think? you’ve had 3 weeks—”
you start to walk forward and around his tall, lanky figure. “i’m not humoring you with this—”
“with what—”
“—you’re doing that provoking thing, you’re trying to get me to think that i’m wrong in avoiding you—”
“so you have been avoiding me—”
“i said not now!” you protest in a raised voice, path once again blocked. tears of frustration are beginning to build in the corners of your eyes, and you’re cursing yourself for feeling so weak in this moment. part of you wants nothing more than to run into his arms.
it’s dead quiet for a few seconds – the ambient noise of the wind and the occasional passing car this late at night fail to make themselves known over the pounding of blood in your ears. only tetsurou’s first knuckle underneath your chin to raise you up grounds you, and you can no longer avoid his gaze. small crests of guilt wash over you as you recognize the uncharacteristic brokenness in his eyes – the last three weeks must’ve been much harder on him than you thought.
“just hear me out for a few minutes, okay? you can make your decision then.”
he takes your nod as a signal to continue, but also softening a bit at how nervous you look.
“i’m in love with you,” he softly confesses, a smile of defeat gracing his complexion. “and i have been for a while. i don’t think i’m bullshitting when i say i think you feel something for me, too, but i knew it wasn’t in your plans. didn’t wanna push or force you into making a decision when you weren’t ready. so i held back – but i couldn’t help it at the party, and…i’m sorry, love. i really am.”
tetsurou doesn’t miss the flash of hurt that crosses your eyes. “so does that mean you regret it?” you bite out, nails clenching and digging into the fabric of your jacket sleeves. he shakes his head.
“i don’t regret kissing you at all – it’s all i’ve wanted to do for the last two and a half years. but i’m just sorry that i did it without your explicit, sober permission. i went against your wishes in a time of vulnerability, and that’s pretty shitty of me – i’m not gonna excuse myself either just because i was a little drunk, so i hope you’re able to forgive me.”
he watches you sniffle and fight the grin that’s trying to creep across your face. “someone had their shot of respect women juice this morning, didn’t they?” you chokingly tease.
“five shots directly injected into my veins, every morning,” he jokes back, thumb sweeping over to catch your falling tears. “but i mean it though – i’m really sorry.”
“you’re forgiven, and i appreciate that more than you know. but if i’m being honest…it was something i’ve wanted to do for a while, too. i was just really scared because it was so unexpected and i wasn’t sure if i was ready for our relationship to change, or like if i would be emotionally available enough for you, y’know?” you blubber, hand reaching up to rest against his on your cheek.
“hey—”
“i really want this to work out.” tetsurou can hear your voice shake, and he’s sure you’re almost trembling. “you’re one of my best friends – i can’t lose you, tetsu. and what about grad school? what if we end up too far away from each other and video calls aren’t enough? what if you get tired of me or—”
“i know you hate it when i interrupt, but honestly (y/n), you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried. i’m gonna do everything i can to make this work, too, mmk?”
“okay,” you whisper. “okay.”
his thumb gently sweeps back and forth against your cheek for a little bit before speaking up again. “not to ruin the moment, but do i have permission to kiss you now?” his eyes shine despite the midnight sky, and you can’t help the small chuckle that leaves your chest.
tetsurou swears up and down that your kiss in response is much, much sweeter than the one at the party, and he can’t wait to see what the future holds for you two.
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『2』 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝: — 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒕 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
In which way Newt is there for the girl who ends up losing her best friend — Ben, to the maze.
PART 1
A/n: ask permission to use or re-post my work, please do not steal or plagiarize my writing x
Flashbacks/earlier events are in italics :)
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— AS hard as it was, life in The Glade had to go on. Amongst their mindless chatter, each glader returned back to their allocated jobs, working in whatever daylight was left.
This was always Newt’s favourite part of his days in The Glade. In the few years he had been there, he’d couldn’t help but come to love the little things about the strange habitation. Like the way the sun hits The Glade just before it disappears behind the walls. It’s deep, golden glow bouncing off all the trees, illuminating everything in it’s path. The green field and cool breeze in the air sent Newt into a state of tranquility.
Newt stood still in the middle of The Glade, his brows furrowed and a stern expression plastered across his face as his thoughts began to overcome him. He pursued in observing his fellow gladers and their work until his gaze soon fell onto Frypan, who was preparing dinner. Within minutes, the sun had disappeared behind the stone walls. The strident sound of the dinner bell was soon heard across The Glade, pulling Newt out of his trance. The sound got the attention of all the gladers as they retired from their jobs, slowly making their way to the kitchen from all directions.
From her hut, Y/N heard the bell herself yet she refused to move from her spot on the floor. No one had seen her ever since Ben’s banishment. She felt safe within the refuge of her own space. Where no one could see her red and puffy eyes, where no one could hear her whimpers as the ache in her heart continued to grow. She knew she had the support of all those around her. But with Ben gone, she couldn’t help but feel more alone than ever.
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Tears continued to fall down her rosy cheeks for the rest of the night. The world around her was spinning, her breathing was slow and her vision was blurred. She decided to let her eyes flutter shut for a brief moment, but the nauseating feeling in her stomach grew stronger, so she decided against it by immediately shooting her eyes back open.
She told herself that she wasn’t going to leave the confines of her hut. But here she was, laying on the scratchy grass in the middle of The Glade after recklessly drinking her body weight in Gally’s moonshine.
Y/N had never made any wrong decisions in her life while being here in The Glade. But this was definitely her first. She didn’t want her emotions to get the best of her. But she couldn’t help it, how could she? The hollow pain in her heart felt permanent and soul crushing. Her eyes would scan the whole Glade, looking for her best friend. But not long after, her heart drops when she remembers why she can’t find him. Which causes her to take another swing of moonshine from the jar she held tightly in her hand, hoping it would take away her grief or the loss of her best friend. But it did nothing apart from numb her mouth.
Newt sat on the opposite side of the bonfire from the frail girl, watching the bright orange embers from the fire with Thomas sitting next to him. At that moment in time, she was on his mind. Who was he kidding? She was always on his mind whether he could help it or not. The events of today had struck him hard, along with his fellow gladers.
Pulling Newt out of his trance, Thomas tapped him on the arm. Newt peered towards his friend and watched as he pointed over his shoulder, gesturing for him to follow suit. Newt went along with his actions, turning his head to glance at the girl who was sprawled out on the grass behind them. The sight surprised him, seeing Y/N out in The Glade like this. The boys wanted to get together tonight for a bonfire, knowing it was important that they stuck together, especially at a time like now. Losing another one of their fellow gladers was never easy, it got harder each time. Gally and a few other gladers had approached Y/N’s hut after not seeing her at dinner, desperately trying to aid her out. However, they ended up leaving after being yelled at by the frail girl. Newt had tried to see her himself, but he knew that she needed some time alone to process the earlier events of the day.
Having said that, Newt hadn’t seen her come out of her hut. He hadn’t seen her since Ben’s banishment.
She had somehow managed to sneak out between Newt’s occasional glances towards the direction of her hut, as well as stealing a few jars of Gally’s moonshine in the process. Newt had a sudden urge to see the girl he loved. He missed her, today more than any other.
“I’m gonna go see her,” Newt spoke to Thomas, his voice straining as he stood up from the patch of grass and onto his feet.
Thomas nodded, understanding and glancing back over his shoulder to look at Y/N before looking back up at Newt, “Look after her, okay? We’re all worried about her.”
“I will,” Newt patted his friend on the back before making his way around the fire and limping across the short field of grass to reach Y/N.
As he got closer, the girl remained sprawled out across the grass and unaware of his presence. Soon enough, Newt stood above the girl, staring down at her with furrowed eyebrows. He noticed the almost empty jar of moonshine clutched in her hand, making him realise why she still hadn’t noticed his presence yet. Drinking herself rotten wasn’t like her, everyone in The Glade knew that.
He took a moment to take in her features. The soft but faint glow from the fire a few metres away gave him enough light to see her. Her chest rose and fell slowly with every breath she took, her cheeks were rosy and puffy. He could only just make out the traces of tears that continued to stain her cheeks. Her arms were sprawled out by her sides, the sight making Newt sigh heavily as he shoved his hands into his pockets. The worry started to consume him even more as he noticed her eyes began to flutter open, her gaze meeting his own briefly. Her eyelids were heavy and her eyes were glossed over. He knew she was here, with him. But he also knew that, mentally, she was a million miles away. He wanted to bring her back, he needed to.
“Darling...” Newt spoke gently, peering down at her with his head tilted to the side, “What are you doing out here by yourself?”
Her body slumped further into the green grass as she shrugged her shoulders, struggling greatly to keep her gaze locked onto him. Newt shook his head ever so slightly. As the night grew later, the air had gotten colder. He could notice the girl’s skin and how it was littered in goosebumps with the absence of the bonfire to keep her warm.
He knelt down at her side, tucking some strands of hair behind her ear. She could feel how cold Newt’s fingers were as they traced her skin. She wanted to turn her head to face the boy that she had been pining after, yet her body was too weak.
“How about I take you to bed, yeah?” He requests softly, “It’s starting to get cold out here.”
His words made Y/N whine in protest, shaking her head briskly while making an attempt to try and get up.
“I-I wanna,” Her voice was slurred as she tripped over her words, “I want to stay here.”
“You can’t, love,” Newt sighed, resting a hand on the small of her back to keep her steady as she sat up from her place on the grass. She lifted the jar with a shaky hand up to her lips, intending to finish what was left. However, due to her loose muscle tone, the jar slipped from her hands. The moonshine spilled all over the front of her, seeping through the fabric of her shirt.
“Shit!” She cried loudly as more tears began to well in her eyes and fall quicker down her cheeks.
Newt cursed under his breath, fed up with watching the love of his life trying to lose herself.
“Alright, c’mon,” He stood back onto his feet as he helped her onto her own, taking notice of how unsteady she was.
“No Newt!” She protests as she slaps his hands away, “Just leave me.”
He shook his head, “Y/N, I’m not leaving you here like this. Please, just let me help you. I want to help you.”
For the first time tonight, she tilted her gaze upwards, looking up at Newt. To her surprise, he was already looking down at her, concern written all over his face. Y/N could tell by the way he was frowning and his arms were crossed. All she could do was stare up at the boy. He was beautiful. The very sight of him made her forget about everything worrying her. About her grief, about being trapped, about everything. She mentally curses herself for not telling him just how special he is to her enough. She closed her eyes for a mere second, before nodding her head slowly. Newt watched the tears stream down her cheeks and couldn’t stop the sight from breaking his heart. He bit the inside of his lip, wishing so desperately that he could take her pain away, that he could carry all her burdens so she wouldn’t have to. All he ever wanted was to see her happy, and deep down, he knew he could make her happy if she let him.
“Oh, love,” He whispers as he takes a couple of steps closer towards her.
He doesn’t know what else he could do apart from wrapping her up in his arms and embracing the girl. And he did exactly that. He pulled her in as close as he possibly could, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as hers snaked around his waist. Newt loved having Y/N close to him. While she was in his arms, nothing could hurt her.
She breathed his scent in deeply, appreciating having him in her life. He felt like home, and to him, so did she.
“Let me take care of you,” He whispers into her ear, sending shivers down her spine as he began to run his fingers through her hair.
He felt her nod again against his chest while trying to calm her breathing, “Thank you.”
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“Love,” Newt chuckled, yanking his head back away from Y/N’s grasp, “Let me finish washing your hair, then you can touch me as much as you like.”
The pair had found themselves in the shower together at a ridiculously late time during the night, after Newt had persuaded her off the grass. Spontaneously, Y/N decided that she wanted to have a shower before Newt put her to bed. In a way, she hoped it would sober her up. As well as get rid of the stench of alcohol off her body. After grabbing a clean pair of clothes from her hut, he helped her over towards the showers.
By this time, all the gladers had gone to bed for the night. So the quiet chatter between the two of them was the only noise that could be heard.
The girl had managed to strip down to her undergarments, and turn on the water, gasping as soon as it streamed onto her skin. Newt stood a couple of meters away, frowning and watching her sway uneasily as her hand rested against the concrete wall, steadying herself. He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander across her curves, admiring her in this current state. However, he quickly snapped out of it, not wanting to be disrespectful. He cared about this girl, so much that it scared him sometimes.
After watching her almost fall, Newt stripped down to his own underwear to her surprise. He stepped under the water, pulling her limp body up against his by her hips. She was grateful for this and she leaned her body weight backwards, relaxing into him almost instantly.
“Do you need a hand?” Newt asked, whispering into the crook of her neck as he took the sponge from her hands.
She turned her head, resting her ear against his bare chest, being able to hear his heart beat, “Yes, please.”
With pouted lips, Y/N faced towards the concrete wall of the shower. Her back was facing him as the cool water continued to fall over her collarbones. The alcohol still lingered in her system; but she knew where she was, what she was doing and who she was with. And in this moment, she didn’t want to be with anyone else but him.
“I don’t want to just touch you...” She mumbles, crossing her arms over her chest.
Newt struggled to hear her quiet and raspy voice over the sound of the running water. He rushed to rinse the rest of the soapy solution out of her hair before grasping her shoulders gently and turning her around to face him. She glanced up at Newt innocently, her doe eyes making his heart melt while she observed him as he rubbed the sponge across the skin of her chest.
“What did you say?” Newt questions the girl after a couple of minutes, dropping the sponge and taking a step closer so both of them were under the running water.
The water that started to trickle down Newt’s milky toned chest made Y/N almost lose her train of thought.
“I uhm,” The girl started, shaking her head at the affect he always managed to have on her, “I said, I don’t want to just touch you.”
His ears perked up and his face visibly softens as he looks into her eyes in a peculiar way, a way that he has never done before. And she noticed this.
“Then tell me, love,” He reaches forward, tracing his fingers lightly up her sides, “What do you want from me?”
Y/N gasped softly at Newt’s touch, not expecting it. Her words got caught in the back of her throat as he begins tracing delicate patterns onto the skin of her hips. A few shaky breaths brush past her lips before she answers honestly, “I want to kiss you. I’ve wanted you for so long, Newt. You’re all I think about. I want us to be together. I don’t want to live the rest of my life without you by my side.”
Her words were like music to his ears. They soothed all the worry and doubt that had been consuming him for so long. Now, he could finally hear the truth he had always hoped for. Newt cautiously lifts his hands, cupping Y/N’s cheeks and maintaining a locked gaze with her.
“Can I kiss you?” Newt questions, raising his eyebrows ever so slightly. “Please?” He adds shortly after, leaning forward to rest his forehead against hers.
She copies Newt’s actions from earlier, running her fingers along his sides and wrapping her arms around his waist. The warmth of his torso enveloping her instantaneously.
“Yes,” she breaths out, waiting for what could happen next.
Newt’s gaze locked onto her lips for a brief moment, then slowly making it’s way back up to her eyes. The tension soon became too much, and within seconds, Newt wasted no time in pressing his lips against hers. Due to the chilly air surrounding them, his lips felt cold against hers. But it didn’t bother her, the feeling was quite addictive.
Seconds became minutes and the water from the shower continued to grow cold, but it didn’t stop either of their actions. Her hands ended up running through his damp and tousled locks, gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. Newt’s hands traveled down to her waist, then up her back. He repeated this action several times as they continued to kiss under the moonlight. The soap he had used still stuck to her skin, making his hands glide easily as they ran over her skin. Their kisses began to grow rougher and more desperate as they continued to pull each other closer.
Newt was the first to lean away; his eyes opened to be met with her own. For a brief moment, the pair were locked in a trance with one another, just staring into each others eyes. Both of their lips were pink and plump from their continuous interlocking.
“I’m so in love with you,” Newt ushered, burying his head into the crook of her neck, beginning to trail soft kisses against her shoulder.
For the first time in a while, Y/N couldn’t contain the smile on her face as those words left his lips.
“I can’t tell you how happy that makes me feel to hear you say that,” She says, pulling Newt back up to kiss him, “I love you more than anything.”
He planted a few more kisses to her lips, chaste pecks filled with desire and emotion. Soon his kisses seeped back into the skin of her neck once again, his hand reached up slowly to fumble with the wet material of her bra strap. He slipped the material off her shoulder, dipping his head down to kiss over the top of her breasts. The damp material of the strap felt heavy against her skin as his fingers were tangled in it.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Newt whispered, his breath feeling warm against her skin.
“I love you,” she repeats, her eyes watching him hungrily as he kisses her chest, his hands wandering up the the curves of her breasts, squeezing gently.
Newt grins at her words, tracing his fingers over the lacy material of her bra, “I’ll never love anyone else but you.”
And with this, their lips met again.
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All For The Hunt
Pairing: Din Djarin/Jedi Reader
Word Count: 3,282
When gathering bounties, the Reader wonders how long it would take Mando to catch them. A bet ensues. Will the Reader last all 24 hours, or will Mando hunt them down before the time is up?
You sighed in the comforting silence of the Crest, carefully taking apart your lightsaber to examine the purple kyber crystal. You’d never had problems with your lightsaber, but you liked to be sure everything would continue to be in working order for any future events. Grogu was asleep, and would likely be that way for at least the next 24, if not 48, hours. The final member of your small clan was sitting on a crate, silently sorting through available bounties. He dismissed most of them on the basis of time, considering the three of you could only be in one place for a week or two.
“How long does it take you to catch one?” You asked, breaking the silence as you clicked your saber pieces back together.
Mando looked up, the T of his visor sending a shiver down your spine. “What?”
You shrugged off the feeling of the shiver, putting your saber back on your belt. “How long does it take you to catch a bounty, on average?”
“On average,” Mando repeated slowly, clearly thinking it over. “Two days, depending on the skill set the bounty has.”
Nodding, you stretched. “What about me? How long would it take you to find me?”
Mando was quiet. He’d met you due to a bounty on your head, but had never once tried to turn you in or hunt you down. “Where?”
“Here,” you said, gesturing to an open hatch that overlooked the bustling city.
Again, Mando considered it. “A day.”
“A day?” You laughed, standing and moving to set up your sleeping area. “I bet I could last longer than that.”
“Do you now,” Mando drawled, his voice a tone you’d decided long ago was amused.
You smirked. “Yeah. I do. I think it would take you at least two to catch me and bring me back to the Crest.”
Mando stood, holding a hand out. “Wanna bet?”
Immediately, your chest tightened with excitement. You and Mando made bets a lot, considering it was often the only thing to do in hyperspace. “Fine,” you said, shaking his hand. “Some rules. No going easy on me. I want this to feel legit.”
Mando nodded. On bigger bets, you and him would alternate coming up with rules until you were both satisfied. “Second,” he said. “No intent to hurt or kill.”
An obvious one, but you kept going. “I get a head start of half an hour.”
“Okay. No using your weird power.”
“It’s called the Force, and sometimes I can’t control it.”
“Fine. No excessive intentional Force using.”
“Then you can’t use any weapons beyond your blasters.”
“My built in ones?”
“I’ll make an exception. But no Z-6. It stays here. And don’t use those fancy ass settings on your HUD. That absolutely counts as cheating.”
Eventually, you and Mando reached a nice point of agreement on all fronts, and you began to get ready as Mando took the Child into the cockpit to wait out your half hour head start.
Immediately, you dug up clothes Mando didn’t even know about, dressing quickly. They were your old Jedi robes, altered after you left to help you survive with a bounty on your head. You clipped your saber to your belt and tugged your old boots on, carefully tying away your hair and slipping on your hood.
Walking silently out of the Crest, you checked your wrist, where a small multipurpose watch sat nestled between strips of leather to make makeshift vambraces. You set the watch to alert you when Mando left and raced off into the city.
Even now, as the sun was setting, the city was busy. You slowed, checking your watch. Mando was still on the ship, and would continue to be for another ten minutes.
Taking a minute, you stopped to wander, making a plan. It had been almost 18 months since you’d hid from anyone this way, but as you imagined the Mandalorian hunting you down, it sharpened your instincts back to their razor-fine point.
You smiled to a merchant you bought food off of, heart beating faster when your watch chimed and set a 24 hour timer. Mando was on the hunt.
Scanning the skyline, you noticed a standout structure. A big wheel with baskets to hold people. It was in the more abandoned part of town, where only the desperate dwelled.
But you weren’t desperate yet. Drawing your hood closer around your face, you continued about your way, acting as if you belonged. With your bag and your entirely innocent demeanor, you hoped Mando’s helmet would just glide right over the back of your head.
You fought to keep yourself from tensing when you heard the telltale clinking of beskar behind you. But you managed to keep yourself composed as Mando passed right by you. The merchant you were talking to was relaxed, maybe a bit too relaxed, you realized as you used the Force to speed up the transaction.
Stuffing the spare clothes into your bag, you bowed slightly to the merchant and began to walk off, towards the residential district. To anyone, it would look as if you were merely done shopping for the evening and were headed home.
As you walked, you cursed your subconscious instincts. The Force had, upon remembering the feeling of being hunted down, heightened your hearing. You pulled your hood down, sliding a pair of pod racer goggles over your eyes. You couldn’t risk getting anything in your eyes now.
Leaving your hood down, you shivered as a breeze blew through, carrying the sound of beskar. Was he already on your trail?
Wondering if he’d remember if you used Force persuasion on him, or if it would even work at all, you continued to walk without a care in the world. Ducking down a narrower street, towards the abandoned district, you checked your watch once you were in a good enough alcove. An hour had passed since the hunt had begun.
You continued to make your way towards the wheel, climbing up on people’s rooftops and racing across with silent footsteps. You caught sight of Mando at one point, checking his vambrace. Probably checking the time, just as you had been periodically doing.
You walked away, ducking behind a chimney when he turned to look in your direction. But his focus was on the ground. Had he seriously forgotten about the skillset that kept you alive for all those years?
You continued towards the wheel structure, killing another hour with how you were twisting and turning to see if Mando was following you or if he was just looking.
You scaled the wheel with ease upon reaching it, settling down in the highest basket. You could see Mando’s helmet glinting in the low night lights occasionally, but he didn’t seem to be on any kind of trail, so you scooted down, heightened your senses, and closed your eyes to sleep.
You woke to the sun on your face, filtered through the protective lenses of your goggles. You were awake immediately, senses all hitting eleven as you felt someone scaling the wheel.
Looking down, you blood ran cold. With nine hours gone and fifteen left, Mando had found you.
You scooped your stuff up, tossing the cloak you’d purchased on to hide your Jedi clothes. In one smooth movement, you jumped, grabbing the old structural beams of the wheel and thanking the Force you’d picked up a pair of gloves as you swung from beam to beam with practiced ease.
By the time you’d hit the ground, Mando was only halfway down, cursing loudly. So he had forgotten you were a self-taught acrobat.
As soon as your boots made contact with the ground, you took off running, heading through the maze of scrap metal. You gave Mando a generous five minutes to get off the wheel, so you abandoned your cloak down one split at a fork in the road, backed up, and sprinted down the other one.
You were aiming to hide away in the shadows of one of the warehouses, hoping they were filled with junk you could hide behind. Once you had proper shadow cover, no one would be able to find you.
Of course, your entire plan was hinging on Mando not finding you before you reached the warehouse. The Force was active in your veins, reaching out and determining where he’d gone. He had followed the fork with your cloak, which would take him back to the market district.
Slowing to a walk, you caught your breath, noting a pair of eyes on you. “Hello?”
The person squeaked, hiding behind a crate.
You smiled, trying to appear as nonthreatening as possible. “Hi. Did I scare you? I’m so sorry, me and my friend are just playing a game.”
The person, who you could now see was a child, peered out. “You’re a Jedi.”
You glanced down at the lightsaber on your belt. “I was,” you murmured. “But now, I’m just a person.”
The child still seemed nervous. “Do you need help?”
Crouching down so we’re the child’s height, you thought. Mando hadn’t said anything about receiving help, but you were fairly certain it was against the rules anyway. “No,” you said. “Like I said, it’s just a game. My friend isn’t actually trying to hurt me.”
Of course, in that moment, a thick rope wrapped around your body, causing the child to cry out, scurrying away down a tunnel as you writhed. Truthfully, this would’ve been easy to escape, but you wanted to put on a show and make this interesting. You stood, hearing Mando’s footsteps clinking slowly as he wound the rope closer.
“I can bring you in warm,” a low voice said from behind you, causing your entire body to shiver with an exhilarating mix of terror and excitement. “Or I can bring you in cold.”
You waited, still and compliant, as Mando drew closer. Might as well use this time to test a previous theory.
You turned, leaving a single coil of rope around your elbows and waist. “Mando. They sent you after me, hm? They’re fools, all of them.”
Mando, to his credit, stayed silent.
Sighing, you lifted your hands, opening your palms in the universal ‘I’m unarmed’ gesture. “I’m not your bounty,” you said firmly, dominant hand making a small arc as you prayed this would work. Mando’s mind was a steel trap, and Force persuasion rarely worked on those who were strong willed. “You need to let me go and head back to the market district. That’s where your bounty went.”
Mando’s body shuddered, muscles tensing. “Shut up,” he growled, actually growled, at you.
Instead, you repeated your phrase, putting as much Force behind it as possible.
Mando didn’t falter, and when you saw that this wasn’t going anywhere, your dominant hand shot down, quick as a flash, and grabbed your lightsaber. Severing the rope in one smooth movement, you raced off while Mando caught his bearings, shaking his head and following after you.
You were fast and you knew it, having been trained as a Jedi meant you were always in peak physical condition. But no amount of exercise or training could help the fact that Mando’s legs were longer than yours.
“Shit!” You yelled, skidding around a corner and seeing a ten foot tall chain link fence between you and the warehouses. At the top of the fence sat coils of highly charged wire, meant to deter those who wanted to enter. But nothing could deter you now.
You began to scale the fence, making it almost all the way up before Mando caught up to you. He called your name out, voice desperate. “Come back here!”
“Like hell I will,” you replied, gripping the top chain and praying this would work.
He called your name again, the fear in his voice making you pause. “You’ll get hurt! Let’s just go.”
You screwed your eyes shut. In one calculated movement, you threw your body over the electric wire, arching your back and falling the ten feet down to the ground on the other side.
Turning, you smiled at Mando, who was in apparent shock that that had actually worked. “Good luck,” you said with a mock salute. “You only have fourteen hours left.”
Just like that, you ran off, heading down the row of warehouses. You picked one about five down, some old storage plant that made an excellent hiding place. Wedging yourself between two crates on the top floor, you settled in with an old book and a dim flashlight.
At the three hour mark, you put your book down, wanting to save the rest for later, just in case you found somewhere else to hide. Instead of reading, you shuffled around until you found a semi-comfortable position and slipped into sleep.
Your nap lasted longer than expected, clocking in at just over five hours. The exhaustion of being hunted wasn’t entirely foreign to you, but it had been a while since you’d experienced it, and you were fairly certain that you’d sleep for years upon reaching the Crest again.
You checked your watch, standing and stretching to work the kinks out of your neck and back. Six hours left. This was shaping up to be the longest twenty four hours of your life. You’d always been cautious when you’d been hunted, but those were average bounty hunters. Being hunted by Mando was a totally different experience.
Speaking of Mando, he wasn’t anywhere close to you, if your senses were accurate. You looked around, spotting a promising place to settle in the shadows.
You carefully scaled thick chains and swung a few times to reach the hanging canvas cloth, held in the air by a length of chain. It took a few tries, but you were eventually cocooned safely in your makeshift hammock. Leaning back and letting the canvas cradle your body, you pulled your book out, entirely determined to finish it.
You did manage to finish the book, killing another five hours. Only one left.
At this point, you were worried about Mando. He hadn’t showed up for thirteen hours, which was concerning. Had he given up? No, he wouldn’t. He had to have a plan.
You wiggled upright, wrapping a leg loosely in chain and sliding down to the ground. If Mando was waiting for you, then you’d give him what he wanted. There was only an hour left anyway.
You found him in the market district square, talking to a merchant. He was waiting for you to come to him.
“Smart bastard,” you grumbled, checking your watch. Half an hour.
Mando turned, spotting you with your saber out but unlit. “You found me.”
“You were baiting me,” you argued. “You’re still treating this like a game.”
Everyone in the square hurried off, as if bounty hunts were normal out here. There was a clear ring for you and Mando.
You lit your lightsaber, moving to a fighting stance. “Come get me, Mandalorian.”
Mando’s hand twitched on his blaster, but before he could get a shot out, you were gone.
You ducked and weaved down abandoned streets, lightsaber unlit in your hand. You were headed back to the Crest, Mando hot on your heels.
You jumped, easily stepping up a stack of crates to the rooftops. Mando remained on the ground, racing beside you. He fired his blaster off a few times, and while his aim was true, you blocked them with ease, saber lit and whirring as you ran.
Eventually, you reached the end of the roofs, jumping down and zig-zagging your way through the smaller houses on the outskirts of the city. The Crest was just up ahead, and you skidded behind it, where no one else could see you fight.
Mando came up behind you with a flurry of dust, his blaster raised. You blocked the shots, hearing the click of the blaster emptying. Mando swore, coming at you with his fists.
It wasn’t a horrible mistake, but his fighting style was entirely focused on physical force, whereas yours was more about the dance and balance of the fight. You matched Mando’s every move, whirling around him and occasionally striking his pauldron or backplate. Your lightsaber did nothing against the beskar, but it was more about the fact that you were slowly wearing him out.
Eventually, you managed a high kick, accidentally aiming wrong. You’d meant to catch his collarbones, but your foot hit the lower lip of his helmet instead, sending it flying off and spiraling into the air.
You stopped, squeezing your eyes shut. “Fuck. Sorry. Go get that, okay? No cheap shots, I promise.”
Mando shuffled, grabbing his helmet. When he softly signaled you, you opened your eyes. He was ready, fists raised. As you lit your saber and slid to a fighting stance, your watch beeped. You stared at it, confusion quickly melting to happiness. “I won!”
Mando stood straight, a low chuckle coming from under his helmet. “So you did.”
You two ended up back in the Crest, the same way you’d been the last time you’d been here. You had bathed, changing back into the soft sleep clothes you wore around the Crest. Mando, still in his armor, recharged his blaster, methodically taking apart his pulse rifle to examine the pieces. You did the same to your lightsaber, sitting opposite Mando in the cargo hold.
“You never told me what you wanted.”
“Hm?” You looked up, a bit confused.
Mando shrugged. “You won. What do you want?”
“I dunno,” you said softly, clicking your saber pieces back together. “Who are you?”
“What?”
“That’s what I want,” you decided. “Who are you Mando? I’ve known you for almost two years, and yet, I know nothing about you.”
Mando was silent, so silent you figured he wouldn’t answer. But then, he looked up.
“My name is Din Djarin.”
You smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Din Djarin.”
After that, it was silent again. You finished with your saber, putting it with your day clothes and heading to the cockpit to entertain Grogu, who had just woken up.
That night, after you’d laid down in your tiny sleeping area, you heard the door hiss open. Assuming it was just Din, you rolled over, rubbing your eyes against the harsh lights. “What?”
Din looked as ashamed as someone wearing a face-covering helmet could. “I can’t sleep.”
You were still confused. “Pardon?”
“I can’t sleep.”
“I heard you,” you grumbled. “But what does that mean?”
Din took a breath. “Every time I close my eyes, I just see you, leaping that fence like an idiot. You scared me. I thought you were going to die.”
“Huh.” You shuffled in your bed, balling the blanket up. “I guess, well. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Din promised. “But can I?”
He didn’t even need to finish. You scooted over, making as much room as you could. “C’mon. Yours probably has more room, but I know for a fact my mattress is softer than yours, and I’m sore as shit right now.”
Din chucked, climbing into the bunk and lifting Grogu up with him.
It took some finessing, but eventually, you and Din were comfortably snuggling together in your bed, Grogu in his tiny hammock above your feet.
“Do you really sleep with it on?” You asked the pitch blackness in front of you.
“Hm?” Din hummed, and his voice sounded clearer, more human.
You smiled, curving into his chest and wrapping him up closer to you. “I guess not. Good night Din.”
Din let out a soft breath, ruffling your hair and letting his chin rest on top of your head. “Good night.”
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I don’t know if this is angst or fluff or both.
People break into the venue before a meet and greet and see you and Brad sat on the stage. He’s playing something on his guitar and then kisses you but the fans catch everything and expose your relationship.
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Exposed | Brad Simpson
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Today the boys have a show planned in Birmingham. It's in a smaller venue but that does not hold them back to build a big party. They are all excited as it was the first show of the year. To celebrate that family and friends are invited to come and watch the show.
You arrive at the venue together with Brad as you’re his girlfriend. He lives in Birmingham and went to the venue in his car, while the others have to come from London. That’s also the reason why you arrive first at the venue. When you pass by the entrance you see already a lot of fans standing in front of the doors while the show isn't starting for another six hours. Brad parked his car on the private parking where the backdoor is where artists can enter.
After you get out of the car and Brad picked up his stuff, a security guard let you into the building. He gives you both a pass, you don't have to explain who you are as you were noted down onto a list. The man leads you through the building to the dressing room where there is a sign with ‘the vamps’ on the door.
“When are the others arriving?”, you ask Brad when you’re left alone.
“I just got a message from Con, he says they will be here in half an hour”, Brad answers you while he’s unpacking his stuff.
You look around the room while Brad’s busy. It’s a quiet big dressing room, there are three sofas and a little table in the centre. There is also a table against the wall with food and drinks. On the other side, you see tables with mirrors where the boys can get ready for the show. And next to it there is a door that leads to a room with toilets and showers. Besides that, there is just a lot of space for guests.
“You okay?”, Brad asks you while his arms sneak around your waist.
“Yeah, I was just looking around”, you say and give him a small kiss.
Suddenly the door swings open and the other boys, their girlfriends and the manager enter the room.
“You guys are early”, Joe, their manager says.
“Yeah well I live here, I don’t have to ride an hour”, Brad says.
“So you already installed?”, Joe asks.
“Yes, that’s why I’m going to look at the stage with y/n”, Brad says and Joe nods.
After Brad and you have greeted everyone he takes your hand and leads you out of the room. It’s like he knows the building out of his head while you would never find your way back. The boys already played this venue a few times so he knows where he needs to go.
When you arrive at the stage you realise how big this venue is. It’s the first time you’re here with Brad, it’s the first time you will see them perform this venue.
Both of you take a seat at the side of the stage. Brad picks one of his guitars which are already set up and sits next to you again.
“So which song do you want to hear?”, Brad asks you with a smile.
“Surprise me”, you answer him.
Immediately Brad starts playing a song. When you hear the first chords you already know what he’s playing.
“I was walking away, but she’s so beautiful it made me stay”, Brad sings and you start to smile.
Brad knows this is one of your favourite songs of them, he has already sung it to you several times. He knows how much you enjoy it and that’s why you immediately start to sing along with him.
Caught up in the moment you don’t realise that a few fans managed to break into the venue. They found a way at the back of the venue and searched themselves a way to the stage where they see you and Brad. They watch how Brad sings to you and how you sing along and smile at him. After he is done playing the song he connects your lips with his in a passionate kiss, not noticing that fans are taking pictures. Although you guys have been dating for several months you weren’t out in the public yet, but that would change very fast as these pictures will spread like fire.
Suddenly the group of fans is storming to Brad, eager for a picture, eager to talk to him.
“Oh shit”, Brad says when he sees what’s happening.
You turn your head in the direction he is looking at, gasping as you see the group coming to you. The group consisted of ten fans.
“Go, I’ll take care of them”, Brad says.
“But I don’t know how I have to get back”, you say.
“Just run and call Joe”, Brad says and you do what he says and start running.
You try to remember the way back to the dressing room while calling Joe.
“Y/n? Is everything okay?” Joe asks.
“No, a group of fans managed to get in and stormed to Brad and me, I’m on my way back now to the dressing room but silly enough I don’t know how to get back as this building is a maze”, you answer, panic rushing through your body.
Joe explains how you have to go back to the dressing room before he ends the call and goes to the stage himself to handle the situation.
When you arrive at the dressing room you notice that more people arrived, probably family.
“Hey what’s going on?”, James asks when he sees your worried face.
“A couple of fans managed to get into the building”, you say and tell him what happened.
As bad as it sounds you are not so much worried about how they get in but about the fact they will expose your relationship with Brad. You know you have to do that eventually but not like this. You’re scared about the comments and everything that comes with it. There are definitely people who are going to be against your relationship. What if Brad listened to them and breaks up with you. You know that sounds silly but all these wrong scenarios are running through your head. Earlier today you were excited but right now you are scared as hell. Especially because the boys have to do a Q&A with fans that bought the VIP package.
As you already were expecting, the fans asked about your relationship with Brad. They wanted to know who you are. That’s what Brad tells you when the boys are back from soundcheck, Q&A and VIP. Now it is only an hour until the show will start.
“Everything will be fine, okay?”, Brad says to you and kisses you on the head.
The last hour before the show is the busiest, the boys are hyping up and getting ready. That’s why you don't have the chance to talk to Brad about how you feel in this situation.
The time was finally there, the boys enter the stage and the venue goes wild. You and the other girls are watching the show besides the stage. You enjoy seeing them perform but at the back of your head, you are still panicking. Scared, worried, it feels like everyone in the venue is looking at you although they can't see you.
When the show is done, Brad runs off the stage to hug you while he’s all sweaty.
“Babe, now your sweat is all over me”, you whine, Brad smiles in response and gives you a small kiss.
“We can shower together”, Brad says in a naughty way making you giggle.
Back into the dressing room, there is a small party going on. Everyone is talking, drinking and there is some loud music. The boys decide to shower first and get changed before joining the others.
“You sure you don’t want to shower with me?”, Brad whispers to you.
“Brad, not when everyone is here”, you say shocked.
With puppy eyes Brad leaves you to go into the shower alone, making you laugh.
It is already eleven O’clock when someone suggests taking the party else where as it is time to leave. You aren't really in the mood to party, partly because you are tired but also because you don't want to be in a public place right now. You are still kind of feeling odd about the situation from earlier.
“Is it okay if I go back to your house? I’m feeling tired and I’m not really in the mood to party”, you say to Brad.
“You sure? You want me to go with you?”, Brad asks.
“No, it’s okay, go make some fun with your friends”, you say with a small smile.
“I’ll drop you off at my house and then I will join the others”, Brad says.
Not much later you arrive at Brad’s house. You’ll be alone as his parents left earlier at the show because they booked a weekend in Brighton and his sister was also gone. It’s a relieve to know you’re alone as you have to process the earlier events.
“You okay babe?”, Brad asks before you get out of the car.
“Yes, I just need some alone time”, you say.
Brad pulls you in so your lips are connected for a sweet kiss.
“See you when you get home”, You say and peck his lips for the last time.
The first thing you do is taking a shower to wash off your thoughts. Brad’s home became your home too. The last few weeks you’re a lot there, and his family just makes you feel at home.
After your shower, you go to the kitchen to pick something to eat. When you have everything you head up to Brad’s room and install yourself in his bed. You put on the tv in his room and start watching something on Netflix while you eat. It’s already one O’clock but you’re not tired. The more time passes by, the more you’re wondering what people are writing about you on socials. You know it’s a bad idea to look at the comments but it’s stronger than yourself. You pick your phone and go to Twitter. Immediately when you refresh your feed, tweets about you and Brad are showing up. There are good reactions but also a lot of bad reactions.
“Who is she?”, “She doesn’t deserve Brad”, “Brad deserves better”, “She is ugly”, “What’s her name?”, “I hope Brad will break up with her”, “Who does she think she is?”, “They won’t last for a week”, “Brad’s ashamed of her, that’s why he held it a secret”, “whore”.
Tears start to flow and before you know it you’re sobbing, your phone falling onto the bed. Those comments are all rushing through your head. “They don’t like me”, is the only thing you are thinking. You start to believe every word, that you don’t deserve Brad, realising that reading those comments was a bad idea.
“Y/n?”, Brad says shocked when he enters the room.
You had been reading these comments for two hours, you can't believe it.
“Brad, you have to see what they are writing about me”, you sob.
Brad was already sitting next to you, his arm over your shoulder, trying to calm you down.
“Did you read those comments? Babe don’t believe them because you’re only looking at the bad ones. I know how bad they can be but please do not believe them okay?”, he tries to reassure you.
“I don’t deserve you”, you say.
“Baby that’s not true, listen here”, he tilts your head so you’re looking at him, “I love you, what they say is not true and I will never listen to that, hell I would never read them because they are jealous of what we have. What we have is something special and I will never let those comments ruin that okay. Listen here, you're the only one for me, I would be a fool to let you go”, Brad says honestly.
The only thing you do is connecting your lips with his. They are moving perfectly in sync like you’re made for each other.
“You want to cuddle and talk until we fall asleep?”, Brad asks and you nod.
While Brad makes himself ready for bed, you make yourself comfortable in bed. When Brad enters the room again he gets into bed and pulls you onto him, kissing you softly. You never felt this happy and you’re glad you could talk about what bothered you. He makes you feel loved and at home and that’s all you need. The rest of the night you spend cuddling and kissing with Brad until you finally fall asleep at five in the morning.
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as sweet as strawberries. | riddle rosehearts
Taku's notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TART BOY !! Dhdjhdjdhd I love him so much 💝💘💕💗💞💗💕💗💞💗💕💗💞💕💗💘💝💝
Riddle walked around Heartslabyul's Rose garden, taking in the scent of hundreds of roses present. The gentle wind blew past him, he tucked the unruly strands of his hair behind his ear as he wandered around some more. He admired the perfectly painted roses, his fingers trailing along the flowers as if to check whether the paint was already dry or not. He held an absentminded expression, not glancing at them, as he continued to trail his fingers against the petals- slowly making his way to the stems, he flinched and retracted his hand as soon as he felt a sharp pain on his index finger. He looked at the rose and saw a single thorn on its stem, frustration rising up from the pit of his stomach. "Didn't I make it clear enough to remove the thorns?" He muttered to himself, removing his gloves to inspect his small wound. Blood trailed from the tip of his finger, it was a minor wound but it hurt nonetheless.
He brought up his finger into his mouth and sucked on slightly to stop the bleeding. The metallic taste of blood greeting him as soon as he does, he brought out his finger after a few seconds- staring at the small red dot on his skin. He was lost in his own thoughts, the moon shining brightly upon his figure. Only an hour was left before his birthday ends. A melancholic expression takes over his face as he recalls his past birthdays. A bitter taste rose inside his mouth as he recalled his Mother telling him off every single time he tried to tell her it was his birthday. Riddle chuckled bitterly to himself, his mother never really bothered to remember his birthday.
Riddle put his glove back on, preparing himself to go back to his own room in the dorm building. He took slow steps- his movements were clearly tired and forced. He was tired from today's events, what was it about today that made him more tired than usual? Everything was normal, his daily routine was unchanged. Perhaps it might be because of the fact that it's his birthday? How silly of him to get bothered by that- it's just like any other day. The tightness Riddle felt in his chest only got tighter as he felt the need to break down into tears. "It's just a birthday." He told himself, clutching his chest tightly as he clenched his other fist. He almost had no pleasant memories about his birthday- every single time, it would just be forgotten by his mother. It would always be just like any other ordinary day. There was only one exception to that, it was when Trey and Chenya, his childhood friends, decided to help him escape from his house and ate his favourite tarts together. Of course, it was only a matter of time before his mother caught him and dragged him home. Nonetheless, it was one of his most memorable memories back then and of his birthdays. Reminiscing, a small smile appeared on his face- he touched his lips with the tip of his fingers before whispering to himself. "Strawberry Tarts…" perhaps he could indulge himself just this once and eat a few.
His short trip down memory lane was suddenly disturbed when he heard footsteps approach him. His back straightened and he immediately got his usual composure back. "Who's there!?" Riddle barked out. He heard the footsteps go slower and soon, you appeared in front of him- Riddle's tense shoulders relaxed. You let out small pants, out of breath from all the running. You were looking everywhere for Riddle! In a hurried frenzy, you grabbed his wrist and quickly dragged him away, running. Riddle couldn't refute back at your sudden actions, instead, he shouted. "W-What do you think you're doing, (Y/N)!?" You didn't even bother answering his question, "Do you have any idea of how long it took me to find you!? The fact that the rose garden is like an actual maze didn't really help me at all."
Riddle perked up when he heard you say that you were looking for him. Why in the world…? The both of you continued running with not a single complaint from Riddle- which was rare because of that big mouth of his. You glanced back at Riddle for a second, a dazed expression on his face. He wasn't acting like himself at all and that kind of scared you. You tightened your grip around his wrist and tugged him towards you, his chest suddenly bumping against yours and that was enough to make him snap out of his daze. Riddle quickly put some distance between the two of you, a light blush dusting his cheeks. "(Y/N), What's up with you today? You've been acting really odd, besides- where are you even taking me?"
You chuckled, "We're already here." You were at the entrance to Heartslabyul's dorm building, pointing at the door as you shot an encouraging look at Riddle. Riddle was clueless, were you asking him to open the door? He had no idea but, he did it nonetheless. The hallways were dead silent and the lights were all closed, it was dark. "What in the world...?" He muttered to himself as we walked further into the hall before arriving in front of the door to the common room. You ran towards Riddle, catching up to him and stood by his side- already feeling giddy.
Riddle opened the door to the common room, as soon as he did- the lights turned on and a bunch of party poppers greeted him. He flinched a bit, closing his eyes from the sudden surprise but when he opened it again- he saw Trey, Cater, Deuce, Ace, and a lot of the Heartslabyul students gathered in the common room, shouting "Happy Birthday!" You left Riddle's side to go in front of him, holding out your hand towards him as you greeted him. "Happy Birthday, Riddle."
Riddle was speechless, he scanned the room- the decorations, the food, and everything else. Was this party for him…? Is this why you looked for him this late at night? Riddle felt euphoric, tears were already forming in the corner of his eyes- blurring his sight as he brought his gloved hands up to his eyes. Wiping his own tears away as a huge smile started to form in his face. Cater was the first one to speak out, "Ehh!? R-Riddle is crying?" He put down his phone, suddenly rejecting the idea of taking a photo. Trey only let out a small laugh, "Haha! It seems like Riddle is really happy about this whole surprise."
The other students started to start the celebration as Riddle suddenly started to cry, his sobs drowned out by all the noises only the ones close to him could hear him- it was festive. The first-ever birthday party prepared especially for him. It brought him to tears, his heart felt like it was about to jump from his chest as he grabbed a hold of your hand. Muttering a small 'thank you' as he wiped some of the remnants of his tears from his face. You gave him a small nod as you let go of his hand, letting him get dragged away by Trey and Cater as they celebrate. The Heartslabyul Dorm has never been this noisy and festive before- it was always dead quiet at this time but since it was his birthday, perhaps he could let it slide just this once.
Everyone celebrated the whole night until most of them were tired enough to pass out on the spot or some of them retreated back to their rooms already after greeting Riddle once again, he looked so happy the whole time- a huge unmistakable grin plastered on his face as he ate his beloved tarts. You took a bite of your strawberry tart before steeling yourself and walked up to Riddle- tapping him gently on his shoulder as he turned to look at you. He shot you a curious glance as you dragged him by the wrist again and guided him just outside the dorm building- Trey and Cater just shot the two of you a confused glance before looking at each other and shrugging it off.
Riddle shot you a curious glance, his smile still not wiped from his face- he looked cute this way. "What is it?" The way his voice goes up at the end of his question made your heart beat faster, you could tell that he was really happy and that, by itself, made you happy. From the preparations to chasing down Riddle all over the campus- all the effort you put in was worth it when you saw his smile. The more he smiled, the bolder you felt and that's how you ended up dragging Riddle outside. You walked up to Riddle gingerly and closed your eyes, placing a quick peck on his lips- you could tell he was shocked. His eyes widened and he froze. Embarrassed, you managed to mutter out "H-Happy Birthday, Riddle!" Before running away back into the dorm, face burning hot.
With a face as red as his hair, he touched his lips with the tip of his fingers before licking his lips, whispering to himself. "Strawberry Tart…" This was sure to be a birthday to remember.
おまけ！
Cater slapped his own hand over his mouth to stifle a gasp. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, he just wanted some fresh air outside- He didn't mean to witness your small kiss with Riddle! 'This is big news.' Cater thought, his phone already ready to post something about it. That is until someone suddenly grabbed a hold of his shoulder- Cater almost shrieked, "AH-! Trey?"
Trey just gave Cater a tight-lipped smile, "Don't you dare post anything about what you just saw."
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst writing#fanfic#twisted wonderland x reader#self indulgent takoyaki#heartslabyul#twisted wonderland riddle#riddle rosehearts x reader#riddle x reader#twst riddle#riddle rosehearts#Happy Birthday Riddle !
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Thank you for tagging me, @lovebillyhargrove ✨ to share the last line of my WIP!
I’m actually trying to finish a cheeky ficlet now 👀 where Steve is a tailor/fashion designer and Billy is a customer. I’ll share the first chunk of it ~
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“Come in!”
Steve had heard the bell on his door but was more so telling himself to get through the maze of his studio to enter the shopfront to see a smiling woman and -
“Hargrove?”
For a long second, Billy Hargrove just stared at him. Shorter hair now, and a gold stud in his ear, but still the same sun-soaked freckles and hot blue eyes. Then, like a memory plucked right out of the water’s of Steve’s brain to smack him like a fish, Billy grinned. “Harrington. The one and only.”
“You know each other?” the woman asked. Steve focused on smiling at her and holding out his hand.
“We went to high school together. Like, a million years ago.”
“Maybe nine or so,” Billy corrected. Steve took the moment that the woman glanced at Billy running his hand through a shelf of fabrics to swallow for composure.
“What can I help you two with today?”
Dark, hazel eyes followed her hand reaching behind Billy’s back as she narrated, “This one needs a suit. We haven’t been able to find anything he likes, so Mr. High Standards needs one custom.”
Steve nodded. Suits were not his favorite things to make, but he’d done it before. “Sure. What’s the occasion?”
“White tie event,” she said.
“Oh. Classy,” Steve remarked, but he started observing these two with a more appraising eye. He didn’t remember Billy having money, but...a long time had passed. “If you don’t mind me asking, are you his manager?”
She blinked vacantly at him before epiphany made her laugh. “I’m his partner. His personal assistant needed a break from this errand.”
Steve laughed with her and strolled to the other side of the shop. “Oh, then I should show you the expensive fabrics, in case you get inspired.”
Even Billy chuckled at that, but they soon had to separate for Steve to do his job and for the lady to duck out for her own errands. Billy sauntered behind Steve into his studio behind the shop: a largish room with a couple of island counters featuring cutting mats and padding for needles to stick right into the table top.
Billy’s fingertips slid over the silk satin of a half-finished garment on one of the tables. With a measured breath, he said each word carefully, like he were calculating as he said, “When did you get into sewing?”
Steve inhaled deeply to sigh, “Well. When your dad ironically cuts you off while still demanding that you attend hoity toity dinners...you learn how to make cheap stuff work. Turns out, I’m kinda good at this.”
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[ I’m not tagging anyone only because I’m trying to finish this today haha but anyone who wants to do this has my encouragement to @ me. ]
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A Tall and Small Collection | Soren | Winter
His breath hitched in his throat. The frigid air filled his lungs, constricting them with each gasping breath. He could hear his younger brothers calling out for him. Each beat of his heart seemed to slow, begging him to calm his nerves. The crashing vibrations behind him were growing louder and louder. He had to speed up. He willed his legs to move faster as he darted to the side. The harsh sound of heavy breathing was close enough for him to smell. Just ahead was a hiding place. The roots of a freezing tree offered just enough protection; but could he make it? There was no other option. He pulled out his pin and dove, tumbling through the roots and spun on his heel to jab out. His heart leapt into his throat. A hollow, emptiness swelled in his gut as he came face to face with the gaping maw of a dog. He gripped his pin tight and thrust forward.
Soren woke with a start and sat bolt upright, a cold sweat on his brow. His breath was shallow and rapid. Every nerve in his body sending chills and nervous sparks through his body. As his heart began to calm and stop hammering against his chest, he laid back down and tried to breathe deeply against the constricting feeling in his chest.
It was a dream. It was only a dream – this time at least. Soren’s dream pulled from events just four days ago. Soren could’ve sworn he could still smell the dog’s breath. He glanced at either side, remembering his two younger brothers sound asleep and pressed against him. He hadn’t disturbed them. Their makeshift bed on the dirt and under those few scraps of clothing they managed to bring with them was neither comfortable nor warm. It allowed them to survive, which was enough for now.
Northern winters were harsh and frigid, especially by the northern lakes. This was not a contested point, it was fact. The wind would easily reach below zero. The snow could bury a yard in hours and make any terrain dangerous to traverse. Water would freeze over and become nearly impossible to drink or drill to boil. Wildlife, scarce in certain months, was nearly impossible to hunt and often the stores closed. If someone had a house with heating and water and light and the means to sustain such a life, it wasn’t so bad. No person in their right mind would live outside willingly in such harsh conditions; but, sometimes, it was unavoidable – especially if that person was a borrower.
In a small subdivision filled with a labyrinth of apartments and college town students, a family of four borrowers lay shivering in the cold. It was only late fall, but there was still a dusting of snow on the ground. They were forced to migrate after Brady, their father, thought he was seen. He most likely was seen; at least, that is what Soren guessed.
Neck stiff, Soren tried stretching without disturbing his siblings. A quick glance around told him it was just after dawn and he couldn’t see Brady anywhere nearby. He felt a frozen growl rise in his throat. If he was being honest with himself, Soren resented Brady in a way. Brady was clumsy and careless; it was a miracle he hadn’t been killed or worse, caught. If it weren’t for Soren’s mother, they probably wouldn’t have lasted this long.
Soren shook his head free of his thoughts. He couldn’t think about that now. He had to focus on the move ahead of them. The house they intended to stay in for now was largely unexplored and they were in desperate need of supplies. His brothers were too young, being only seven and eight years old, and Brady was incompetent. Soren would need to handle supply gathering. With a gentle nudge, he began to wake his brothers.
“Soren?” groaned the youngest, Rey, teeth chattering slightly.
“I know, it’s early; but it’s time to wake up,” said Soren. Dorian stirred, pressing himself into the warmth of his eldest brother. Soren maneuvered slightly so he could better peer out of their rooted hiding place when they heard something. It was a soft scraping, and it was getting louder. Soren leaned forward, much to his brothers’ dismay, and pulled his pin from his pack and held it at the ready. The hair on his arms raised. His breath stilled as his heart began to pump harder in his chest.
It was Brady. Even with mixed feelings about him, Soren had to admit he was glad of his return. He said nothing and instead dropped his borrowing bag at the edge of the hole they came through.
“Anything?” asked Soren. Brady shook his head.
“Nothing. Everything is sealed up tight. There’s a whole maze of walls in this place,” muttered Brady, sinking against the wall and pressing his head to the concrete. Rey and Dorian stirred at the sound of their father’s voice and sat up shivering. [Of course.] Thought Soren bitterly. The knot in his gut wouldn’t be satisfied with snow again. Even though his body shuddered uncontrollably for a moment, he managed to push himself onto his feet. His brothers moaned in protest as their primary source of warmth.
“I’m going to see what I can find,” muttered Soren after retrieving the borrowing bag from the ground.
“Don’t be ridiculous. You should save your strength. We should just move onto the next home,” said Brady.
“It’s almost winter Brady. We’ve got to settle long-term here, at least for now. Regardless, we need some supplies. Don’t go anywhere until I get back,” said Soren stiffly before slinging the pack across his body and ducking in-between the walls.
The walls were only slightly warmer than their place by the crawl space. There was a place he could climb from the crawl space to the hall. Step by step, he carefully traversed the wall’s edge until he reached the first floor. From where he stood, he could stare up at the towering expanse above him. Just the sight of something so tall gave him a sense of vertigo. He couldn’t even see the roof of the hall without some sort of light source – and he only had a few matches which he left behind. The bricks and drywall surrounding him did offer some limited light where the electrical outlets connected their world to the world of the humans.
Soren shuddered at the thought of being seen by a human. His mother and father had told him stories of what happened to other borrowers who had encountered humans. The horror stories passed through generations was now uncommon. Whether some of the stories were true was always in debate. Still, it didn’t stop Soren from always been careful and he wasn’t about to stop now.
Just ahead was an outlet into the first floor. Soren took a calming breath before approaching the holes and the wires. Each wire in of itself was nearly as thick as his arm, making the hair on the back of his neck raise. Carefully, he pulled on the screw and unwound it just enough for him to peer inside.
The warmth from the room poured in through the miniscule crack Soren was able to create. He listened in. Nothing. He breathed deeply. There was a thick smell of mothballs and something else. A smell of a thick, scented powder wafted through the air. It was an unmistakable scent of litter. [Cats.] Soren pulled the plate back over and tightened the screw. [I have to remember not to go here.]
Soren jogged to the next few rooms which he soon realized belonged to the same human because of the smell. [We can stay in between these walls here and be unbothered as long as we don’t go into the rooms. It’s much warmer at the very least, even if it does stink.] Soren felt his way along the walls and jogged through the darkness until he reached another break in the walls. [These must divide the larger rooms] thought Soren.
The next five rooms Soren checked turned up unusable since they were completely empty. Soren had dared to go outside of the walls and walk around the chilled rooms. The vast expanse of room seemed endless and empty. It was unnerving and forced Soren to duck back into the confines of the walls. [How can humans live in such a huge space? I know they’re huge, but still…]
There were only a few abandoned spider webs and no signs of mice. Finally, after a long trek through the walls, Soren managed to find what he was looking for – a warm apartment kitchen left unattended. The outlet on the floor came out right beside the kitchen table. The chairs were covered with skirts that hid the legs, which made the perfect hiding place. The kitchen itself was only twenty-seven paces away. The counter, on the other hand, was another issue altogether.
The surface was slick and covered with something called linoleum. Gaining purchase with his hook was going to be nearly impossible without leaving a mark. Soren glanced from side to side. A move this bold wasn’t something he usually partook in, but he was running out of options if he wanted to make sure his family ate today.
Soren stepped out from behind the wall and walked the twenty-seven paces to the edge of the wall next to the kitchen. Empty and no active signs of humans at the moment. The kitchen was small, but there were still two separate counters. One side had the sink while the other had the stove. Based on his experience, bread didn’t do well next to water.
Taking a shaking breath to swell his confidence, Soren darted from his place by the wall toward the stove while swinging his hook as hard as he could toward to top of the oven. Missed. He cursed under his breath and tried again, this time finding his hook catch something metal. [I must’ve snagged the grate of the stove.]
Soren wasted no time and began climbing, his heart pounding as he rose further and further from the ground. Out of breath, he reached the top. He looked around. The place seemed clean and well put together. Soren shook his thoughts away. He couldn’t think about this now. He turned his attention back to the counter in search of something he could grab and shove into his bag quickly. [There!] There was a bread box shoved in the corner by the wall and the counter. More importantly, there was an electrical outlet mere inches away from the box. He’d hit the jackpot.
Soren wrapped up his hook and made quick work of getting into the box, pulling off enough breadcrumbs to be unnoticed. He wanted to take the entire end, but it would have been too much and was bound to be noticed. He had hopes that what he took wouldn’t be noticed as it was, pinching off more than what he usually would.
Soren had just stepped back onto the counter when he heard a loud grinding sound coming from the next room just behind the door. His heart stopped. Every nerve in his body screamed to run. He couldn’t hesitate now, but he had a choice. He could try and shimmy down his line back to the cover he knew would lead him back or he could pull free the electrical cover mere inches from himself. He made his choice.
Climbing now would be too risky and at least he could duck behind the top of the bread box which was just barely taller than the backsplash. Hands trembling, he began frantically unscrewing the cover. It was already loose. There was the sound of a high pitched, shrill sound followed by silence. Soren could guess it was a car coming to a stop. His hands fumbled as he managed to pry the screw loose and began to peel back the faceplate. Nearby, he could hear muffled shouting.
Humans. They were angry by the sound of it. Soren pulled with all his might, accidentally stumbling backwards when the plate came off suddenly. He could see the lock turning. It was now or never. He leapt to his feet, screw in hand, and bolted behind the faceplate cover. He straddled the electrical cords and managed to pull the face plate back into place just as the door opened.
Heart pounding through his ribs, Soren listened as the two humans, who were still shouting at one another, came into the apartment. He couldn’t make out what they were saying, but at least he was out of harm’s way – for now at least. There was a small shelf just below his feet which he didn’t see before. Soren imbedded his spare hook into the wood and rappelled down the line and began jogging back to where he had left his brothers and Brady.
It was a close call, but not an unsuccessful venture. His family would eat tonight, and that’s what mattered. As his legs carried him, Soren couldn’t help but think about why the humans were shouting at one another. How could they be angry when they had so much? They had food and shelter, warmth when they wanted. Soren rounded the final corner and dropped down from the ledge into the crawl space. He could feel the temperature difference instantly.
Yes, they would move as Brady requested; but, Brady wasn’t going to be the only one calling the shots anymore.
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#borrowers#g/t#giant tiny#tiny human#giant world#adventure#medical#angst#fear#pain#hurt#surprise#survive#narrans#liveforyou#family#walls#walls have ears
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Our Ultimatum
Chapter 3: Sandstone
Boba Fett x Fem!Reader
Summary: As Boba prepares for his trip to Jagba, you start to find your feet in the palace.
Warnings: Nothing too bad right now, some mild threats to the reader, blaster firing
That night you struggled to sleep.
After the incident in the throne room you had eaten with Raab in the communal dining hall, where he had explained that you would need to work without him for a few days. He had been asked by Boba and Fennec to help them prepare for their journey to Jagba, and this took priority over the weapons log. You were flattered that Raab thought you capable enough to run the armoury by yourself, but you couldn’t help but ask the questions that the day had left you with.
“What actually is the Kostah deal?” you had asked tentatively, hoping you hadn’t overstepped.
“It’s a deal with the Kostah brothers,” Raab responded flatly.
“I gathered that, but why’s it so important?”
Raab finally looked up from his plate of food. He sent you an unimpressed look before sitting up in his chair and letting out a steady sigh.
“The Kostah brothers dominate the spice trade in the outer rim-” He relented “it’s been their industry for years. We’ve been able to co-exist with them for a while now, but recently they’ve gotten… ballsy”
“Ballsy how?”
“They’ve been aggravating certain crime syndicates, being lenient with others. Boba thinks they’re trying to generate allies so they can overthrow him,” Raab explained.
“But then why would he want to form a deal with them, if he thinks they’re plotting against him?” You leant across the table to talk, not wanting anyone else to overhear what you assumed was sensitive information.
“You sure do like your questions, huh?” Raab huffed “Well what is it they say… keep your friends close and your enemies closer? That’s all it is. Don’t worry yourself about it”
You had sat back up, sensing that was all you were going to get from Raab for now and chose instead to mull over your food.
Now you lay in your bed sleeplessly whilst trying to process the events of the day. You were still interested in the Kostah deal, what Raab had told you so far was enough to fuel your interest in the business of Boba’s empire.
You flip the pillow to the cold side and pull your blankets higher, trying for the umpteenth time to get comfortable enough to sleep. You wanted to be well rested tomorrow, keen to make sure you did your best on your first day working alone.
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You woke up late the next morning.
Frantically you had leapt out of your bed, swearing and berating yourself as you dressed in a hurry. You couldn’t remember when you had eventually drifted off, but considering how groggy you still felt, you assumed it was much later than you had intended.
You didn’t have time to run to the dining hall, instead you grabbed a few stray ration packs you had lying around your room and promptly exited for the armoury. You hoped desperately that you wouldn’t bump into Raab before you arrived, not wanting him to think you were rushing.
The journey to the armoury didn’t take long. Rounding one last corner you come to the brassy metal doors of your workplace. You stop when you reach it, sighing and silently thanking the maker that you got here in good time.
Just as soon as your heart rate starts to settle, it suddenly spikes again. You notice the keypad, usually when you arrive the light above it is red, indicating the doors are sealed. Now, however, the light is gleaming green. The doors are unlocked.
You feel yourself begin to panic, perhaps Raab had decided to swing by before he leaves you alone for the day? Somehow you’re not convinced, Raab wasn’t one to baby you, he had given you a job and hadn’t told you to expect him, besides, he was busy helping Boba and Fennec prepare for their journey.
You quietly slipped through the door, not wanting to alert any potential intruder until you found out who they were. As you emerge into the large maze of weapon crates stacked high you wonder if you should go and find help.
You still. Somewhere in the armoury you could hear movement, the sound of somebody pushing the crates and boxes around. Your heart rate spiked; There was no way it could be Raab, but who else could have gained access?
You weren’t entirely sure what to do. Raab had assured you that nobody was allowed into the armoury without his permission, and he certainly would have told you if you should be expecting somebody whilst he was gone. Instinctively you reach for one of the smaller cases, as quietly as you could you flicked it open and pulled out the simple blaster it housed.
Feeling somewhat better protected, you continue to weave your way through the stacks of crates, getting closer to the source of the noises. As you round a corner you come upon the back of a person. They’re hunched over a crate, rummaging through it’s contents.
“Hey!” You snap, raising your blaster. The figure stilled but didn’t turn to face you.
“You’re not supposed to be in here,” you add, hoping to get more of a response.
The figure straightens up and you adjust your grip on the blaster rifle, keeping it trained on their back. You hope desperately that you won’t have to use it. Even at this close proximity you don’t have much faith that you’ll hit your target.
“You should watch your tongue when you speak to me.” The intruder turns to face you. It’s Yovu, the temperamental zabrak from Boba’s clique and despite the fact he’s a familiar face, you don’t feel at all comforted by his presence.
“You don’t have permission to be in here,” you insist, refusing to acknowledge his comment to you “I think you should leave”
Yovu curls his lip at you, pushing himself away from the crate and stalking slowly towards you.
“I’d be careful with that blaster little one,” he mocks “you might hurt yourself”
You bristle at that. From Boba that pet name feels like a gentle caress, both soothing and exciting your soul in the same way his gentle touch does, however from Yovu it’s the most disgusting thing you’ve ever been called. You elect to ignore his comment, you will not be threatened in your own workplace, especially not on your first day working alone.
“I said you need to leave. Now” you say, in what you hope is a decently assertive tone.
Yovu just scoffs at you. He continues to walk towards you, stopping briefly when his chest hits the barrel of your blaster before stepping closer to you, pushing the weapon towards your body.
“Boba may have picked you to be his little plaything, but that doesn’t make you special kid. You’re nothing, and you don’t get to make demands of people like me” He’s gotten so close to you that you can see every scar and line on his leathery, orange face. You refuse to back down despite the nerves you feel, instead you opt for pressing the blaster harder against his chest in warning.
As soon as he feels the pressure Yovu’s hand snaps up, grabbing roughly onto your upper arm and yanking you viciously. You cry out instinctively as pain erupts through your arm, crumpling slightly into his grip.
“What’s happening here?” A low voice calls from behind you. Relief rushes through you as you can tell without seeing him that it’s Boba.
Yovu looks slowly from Boba back to your face. He doesn’t release you straight away, opting instead to give you one last warning squeeze.
“I just came to see how our newest addition is settling in, that’s all” He says with false sincerity before quickly releasing you. You stumble back, trying to put as much space between you and the zabrak as possible.
Yovu stalks away, acknowledging his employer with a tight-lipped “Fett” and slinking from the armoury. When you’re both sure that Yovu has left, Boba turns to you. Between the blaster in your hand and the look of distress you’re sure is still plastered on your face you reckon Boba easily figures out that there’d been a little bit more than a pleasant chat between you and Yovu.
“Are you alright?” He asks, coming closer to you and offering to take the blaster from you. He moves in a similar way one would act around a spooked animal, but you can’t find it in you to mind all that much. You offer the blaster to him which he takes with one hand and reaches out to you with the other. You’re all too happy to let him rub away the residual pain Yovu left on your arm, and the gentle way he touches you has you practically melting into him.
“Yes, thank you,” You say, truly grateful for his intervention.
“What did he want?” Boba asks, you can tell that behind his visor he’s looking at the opened crate that Yovu had been searching through.
“I’m not sure. He was searching for something I think, and didn’t appreciate me telling him to leave”
Boba hums at your answer. He takes a deep breath, moving his hand from your arm and rest on your lower back to give it a comforting rub. Much to your embarrassment you can’t help but press against him, enjoying the protective stance he’s taken.
“What about you?” You pipe up, breaking Boba’s gaze away from the weapons crate and bringing it down to you. “What did you come here for? I thought you’d be busy preparing to fly to Jagba”
Boba huffs a laugh and breaks away from you. You’re embarrassed at how your body attempts to follow him without thinking but you hold your ground, watching instead as Boba crosses to the open crate and peering inside.
“I came here to see you,” Boba says casually.
“Me?” you parrot, your heartrate spiking suddenly.
“Yes you, little one. I wanted to apologise for cutting our conversation short yesterday.” He closes the crate’s lid and turns back around to you, leaning slightly against the now closed box.
He studies you with measured amusement, you’re sure he can tell how flustered he’s got you right now. You swallow, determined to not make a fool of yourself.
“That’s alright. I saw how important that deal was, you needed to go” you manage.
“But we were also having an important discussion,” He says, but you honestly can’t think about much that was said yesterday other than the way he had touched your leg “and you never answered my question.”
His voice was laced with humour, teasing in a way that seems much too tender for this hardened warrior.
“What question?” You ask through a slight laugh.
“About if you wanted me to teach you to shoot,” He answers, raising the blaster he had taken from you in his hand.
“Oh.” The conversation comes flooding back to you, and you find yourself blushing furiously.
Boba waits for your answer expectantly, but inside your head there’s a conflict of interests gathering momentum. On the one hand the possibility of spending more time with Boba is almost too intoxicating to deny. On the other, the thought of him seeing how pitiful you are with a blaster is more embarrassing than you’d ever care to admit.
“It might take a while to teach me, I’m really not that good” You joke instead of answering.
That doesn’t seem to perturb Boba. With one hand he reaches up and removes his helmet, turning to place it on the closed crate behind him.
“You can’t be that bad”
You huff out a nervous laugh because you absolutely can be that bad and watch as Boba crosses over to you, offering the blaster back. You shoot him an unconvinced look, but the almost tenderly amused way he’s looking back convinces you to accept. You tentatively take the blaster from him.
“Shoot my helmet” He instructs, stepping back to give you a good view of the green beskar.
It’s not that far. Realistically you should be able to hit it, but the nervousness caused by having an audience you so desperately want to impress has your vision practically swimming.
“You could start by lifting your blaster”
You jump a little as Boba’s voice snaps you out of your internal monologue, only to find that he’s come to stand behind you. His arms wrap around you to gently grip your forearms, raising the blaster for you. Your back is pressed firmly against beskar chest, and you’re convinced that even through all that metal he can probably still feel the tremor that runs down your spine.
You readjust your grip on the blaster, aim it as best you can, and pull the trigger.
You shut your eyes to the bright red charge emitted and the force with which the blaster goes off rocks you further back into Boba’s chest. His arm wraps around your waist to steady you and stays there as he lets you come back to yourself. You eventually open your eyes, only to be faced with the sight of Boba’s visor staring back at you, unmoving from its spot atop the crate.
“Huh” Boba says beside your ear “Well, good thing I’ve got time to spare”
You blush wildly with embarrassment at his words. You’d been fighting since the first time you met him not to make a fool of yourself, but despite your best efforts that hasn’t been going according to plan. Now you have to deal with the fact that the best warrior this side of the galaxy knows you are his exact opposite, the single worst shooter in existence.
“When I get back from Jagba I’ll arrange a proper training session. I’ll have you shooting like a pro in no time,” He says, giving your hip a firm squeeze before going to retrieve his helmet.
“Don’t set your standards too high” you say lightly, attempting to joke away your embarrassment “I think I might be a lost cause with a blaster”
Boba pauses at that, huffing out a tiny, amused laugh before fixing his helmet back over his head. He turns to you, swaggering back over and stopping dangerously close to you. You refuse to step back, even as his hand comes up to gently hold your jaw in place.
“I could turn the dullest gungan into the best marksman this galaxy has ever seen if I wanted to. I’ll make you a good shot, Princess. Don’t worry.” His voice is low, dangerous and full of exciting promises that have you utterly intoxicated, if he wasn’t holding your chin so firmly you reckon you would have melted into the floor.
Boba lets you go, and you watch unmovingly as he disappears towards the exit of the armoury leaving you entirely transfixed and far too distracted to think about your work.
So much for knocking this silly infatuation.
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MonsterOlympics One Shot +13 (Part 2)
This One shot is divided in parts because is long as hell XD, as well this contains many racy jokes, black humor and swearing, if youre sensitive with this humor i recommend you to not read this shit, as well this One shot is just for fun. (Sorry this time i have no illustrations, im Lazy, use your imagination XD)
Nobody have expected it, Farley and Toralei run quickly to hug eachother, they
were really happy to see eachother again.
The Students from Monster High were surprised because their most problematic and devilish Classmate was acting completely lovely with surprisely a Dog, something unusual in her especially for her pals Purrsephone and Meowlody who didn't understand their friend's behavior.
Cleo The Nile
Daughter of the Momy
Age: 5843 (or more)
Gender: Female
Species: Momy
Cleo: I cant Believe what my Beautiful eyes are watching...
Pinky: Me too Sis... Me too..
Farid: here we go again...
Claw: Mew?
P&M: Meww~
The Twin Cats went close to Them catching their attention.
Purrsephone and Meowlody
Daughters of Werecats.
Age: 16
Gender: Females
Species: Werecats
Purrsephone: You most be her Frrriend's brotherrrs~?
Farren: didn't you know that she was a friend of a Dog?
Meowlody: she told us something similarrr before, but we thought it was a joke knowing her.
Farid: well for more surprising it seems, it's true.
Purrsephone: do you know since when they meet eachother?
Farren: since we used to be pups living in the streets, one day we found her escaping from a store-man, prepare yourself because this part will make this part long.
Flashback.
The street of Monsteropolis was chill, a group of 3 Poodle puppies where looking for something to eat.
Farren: Agh I'm Hungry, and you?
Farid: *sob* i think i have a hole inside my stomach...
Farley: Calm down brothers, maybe we can go to Madame Ghoulasha's shop to ask for food. you know the trick, We Knock the door, we will use the puppy eyes effect against her and she will give us food.
Farren: i still don't understand why that trick works that well.
Farid: isn't obvious? We are pretty adorable but More me~.
Farren: *chuckles* aren't supposed to have a "hole inside your stomach?".
Farid: Hey! I'm Hungry but I'm still fabulous.
Farley: Guys look!
Suddenly the puppers found a shop man ogre chasing a kitten with a bottle.
Mr Ogre: Come back here you stupid mutt!!
Toralei: as you wish!
Mr Ogre followed the kitten to a dark alley
Farley: we can't leave them like that
Farren: Are you Serious!? It's a Cat!!
Farid: Eww yeah, what if they has fleas?
Farley: We have fleas too..*shows them a flea walking through his paw furr* and she needs our help, remember Stray animals always can help other stray animals.
Farren: but what if they doesn't thanks us?
Farley: We can throw them to the sewers
:3.
Farren: okay let's go.
The 3 puppies followed the Ogre to the Alley.
Mr Ogre: *manages to catch her*
Gotcha!
Toralei: No!!
Mr Ogre: Hah did you thought that you would escape from me?.
Toralei: Hssss!!! Let me go you bastard!!
Mr Ogre:*takes a razor* or what?
Toralei:..*gulp*...
Mr Ogre: heh your journey ends here kitty- agh!?
The Ogre was about to end with the kitten life but he suddenly was stopped by the tackle of the triplet Poodles, making him faint and drop the kitten.
Toralei: Mew!!
Farley:*catches her* Gotcha! Are you okay?
Toralei: T-thanks, *sniffs him* wait.. are you a Dog!? *Jumps off*
Farid: "your welcome" hmp!
Farley: Yes we are dogs, but i didn't wanted to leave you alone and less with that man about to make Cat-Hash with you.
Toralei: Well.. i usually can escape by myself but.. still, thank you.
Farley: at your service miss.. uhh
Toralei: Toralei Stripe, and you arrre?
Farley: My name is Farley, and this are my brothers, The sour one is Farren.
Farren: Hey!
Farley: and the Narcissist pup who is looking his reflection with the Ogre's razor is Farid.
Farid: who is a pretty puppy? I am! ÙwÚ.
Farley: and i am Farley, together we are the Fluffy Gang.
Toralei: Wow you are all a team, nice to meet ya, I wish I could have my own mates, my older siblings were all adopted except me...
Farley: don't worry, you can come with us and be part of the Gang!
Toralei: Yay! :D
Farid/Farren: What!? D:<
Farley: you can come with us the Time you want until you found out your own mates.
Toralei: Oki Doki! :D
Farren: Farley what the fluff!?
Farid: Whyyyy?~...
Farley: Aww c'mon guys it would be fun.
Farren: i don't think she would like to come with us.."we have fleas"
Toralei: I have Fleas too :D.
Farren: Ok Fair enough.
Farley: Well lets go >:3!
Suddenly the Ogre started to wake up
Mr Ogre: You Little-..
The Cubs: No D:<! *pulls out his cords*
Mr Ogre: What the-!!!... AAAARGHH!!
The Ogre fell from the stairs of another Alley, by then break his neck in the last step, dying in that moment. The Fluffy gang and Toralei didnt believed that they really killed someone.
Farid: *Panic Attack* Oh no! Oh no! we killed him! What we will do!? im too younger and beautiful to go to Jail!! D,:>!!
Toralei: Me Too! D,:<
Farren: *Slaps Farid* Farid Calm Down! this is not the moment for your whines!
Toralei: What we will do Farley?...
Farley:...Uhhhh... look! there is a tip to the sewers, we can throw the body there :D!.
Toralei: Good Idea >:D!.
Farren: Are we Literally ignore that we killed a man?..
Farid: *Sighs* at least we will not go to Jail ;w;
Farren: Ok lets do this!..
Then The Fluffy gang and Toralei with effort, they managed to threw the body of the Ogre to the sewers so anyone will not notice their crime.
Farren: Well, the Job is finished... what now?
Farid: Oww im Still hungry ....
Toralei: Guys, that man had a shop with full of food, thats where i taked the Bottle with milk wich is not in the ground...
Farley: Ok lets go for some snacks! :D
The Fluffly Gang and Toralei: Yay :D
Flashback Ends.
Farren: And thats How we meet Toralei
Farid: Cute isn't?
Meowlody: a little...
Purrsephone: we literrrally thought it was a joke.
Meowlody: And i cant believe that you killed a man..
Farid: We were just babies, we didnt know what we are doing heheh~
Claw: hm?
Meowlody: and this little one?
Farren: Its Claw, His Dying mother gave him to us to save him from the hunters, so he lives with us as a younger sibling, The Principal Stratos usually overprotects him.
P&M: Thats so cute from you part mew~
Claw: *sniffs them* mew
P&M: *sniff him* ...
Claw: *purrrs*
P&M: Awww
Farley: I cant believe we are finally together
Toralei: Me too! ;w; *Purring* I missed you so much!
Farley: *Waving tail* I missed you too!
Frankie: Its so Cute to see this...
Meanwhile..
Manny Taur
A Fucking Minotaur Bully
Age: 17
Species: Minotaur
Gender: Male
Manny: Aww look at this, what are you supossed to be Rabbit?
Bradley: a Vampire/Jackalope Hybrid
Manny: Hah! Vampire!? but youre so tiny
Bradley: well at least the size your dick compensates the size of your brain and intelligence..
Manny: *blushes* How dare you!?
Bradley: well.. its part of your biology..
Manny: Thats it you are Death!
Frankie: Manny No!
Manny was about to Hit Bradley (wich didnt seem scared) but suddenly he was attacked by Skeebo before he would hurt his beloved bunny.
Skeebo: Dont you dare to hurt my boyfriend!
Manny: Your Boyfriend? *chuckles* dont play dumb, you are a fox and Foxes eats rabbits like him!
Skeebo: *Whispers* Shh shh please dont expose what i do with him everynight~
Bradley: im an Arctic Hare not a rabbit...wait*blushes* Skeebo!
Skeebo: Sorry Dear~
Manny: you guys are gross...
Frankie: Thats Enough Manny, do you want me to tell Minnie about your Behavior?
Manny: Oh no! Please dont tell my sister!...
Skeebo: Heh... he is afraid of his sister~
Manny: At least i have a sister
Skeebo: !!!......
Bradley: You son of a Bitch! how dare you!? just because you heard the most of us are orphans doesnt give you the rights of making fun of Us!
Frankie: Wait.. are you Orphans?..
Skeebo: Thats it!...
A Fight Started between Manny and Skeebo, but it was stopped by Miss Bloodgood and Stratos.
Bloodgood: You 2 Stop!
Stratos: You both will go to detention!..
Manny: Thats why Maze High is a bad copy of Monster High, the Students here are all Awfull!!
All: *Gasps*
Claw: *Cries*
Farley/Toralei: What did you said!?
Farren/Farid: You will pay for this!
Betrayus: calm down.. not here!
Skeebo: You said that because at least all of you have their own families...
Bloodgood: Manny Taur...you will be grounded by the rest of the event, the meeting is over..
Stratos: Mistress Bloodgood...I am so sorry for this..
Bloodgood: No no... its not your fault, *sighs* i will correct my student.. Good luck in the event..
Stratos: Good luck for you too...
Manny: *gulp*...
Stratos: Me too...
Frankie: Oh gosh.. i am so sorry..
Skeebo: Its Okay.. we are all used to be seeing like this..*Leaves*
Bradley: Skeebs...*sighs*.... its true... While me as some less of my classmates.. mostly of them are all orphan.. for it they basically live here..
Frankie: Ou... i have no idea..
Bradley: Its okay.. as my boyfriend said.. we are used to be judged by other schools... and... Mostly of that students from other schools have their own families...*follows Skeebo*...
Frankie: *Sighs*
The meeting ended and the Monster High Students returned to their homes, while the students from Maze high returned to their dorms, an exception to Farley and Toralei wich where in the school garden trying to calm down Claw.
Farley: Awww Claw dont cry, he will not hurt you.
Toralei: when i see him, i will scratch his ugly bull face so nobody will recognize him not even with the passaport.
Claw: *sob* *sob*
Toralei: Dont Cry little Fella, that awfull bull will not hurt you anymore *pets Claw*
Claw: *Purrs*
Farley: Thank you Toralei, maybe im tired of the boring boomer of Stratos but he still needs a rest.
Toralei: You dont have to thank me, this fella needed it.
Farley: thats right...*Blushes* Its so nice to have you here..
Toralei: *Blushes* Ahh.. yeah i feel the same, heh
Farley: You want me to accompany to your home?
Toralei: Nah, i can go by myself, cats loves nocturnal walks.
Farley: W-w-well see you tomorrow..
Toralei: S-see you T-tomorrow...
Toralei left the gardens to return to her home, while Farley was watching her leave still blushed.
Farley: *sighs*
Claw:*giggles*
Farley: what?..
To be Continued..
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