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Sneak Peek

AN: This is a preview to a Christmas short story with Joe (& someone very special) that I’ve been working on for the last few months. Chapter one is almost done and I was hoping to post it before December ended but ya know… life lol. I’ve been super busy with work & other things that I haven’t had time to actually sit down and write like I wanted to, so this will definitely carry over. I hope you all enjoy what I have in store for our little community because I’m excited to share it!

Summary: A sneak peek of what’s to come in Christmas & Chill.

Warnings: Fluff? Very little cursing and mentions of sex.

Neither character is who they are in real life. This is an AU short story.

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The Christmas Song by Nat King Cole

" They know that

Santa's on his way

He's loaded lots of toys

and goodies on his sleigh

And every mother's

child is gonna spy

To see if reindeer really

know how to fly "

The Christmas Song

— Nat King Cole

December 9, 2022

The car ride to the home decor store was fairly quiet outside of the low volume of the music playing through the radio, and the small talk going on between the two coworkers. Every once and awhile, Jackson would move his hand from the gearshift to Kelsie's thigh— a gesture of affection that he noticed she responded well to. Sometimes she would return the favor as she caressed his arm, her touch sending tingles up and down his spine— a feeling that he constantly felt when he was around her.

Arriving quickly to the nearest Hobby Lobby, Jackson parked his brand new Cadillac before getting out of the car and opening the passenger door for Kelsie. She smiled sweetly at the man, thanking him for being such a gentleman. She appreciated that— more than he seemed to realize. It had been awhile since the woman felt wanted by a man. Since discovering that her husband of fifteen years had been unfaithful for almost half of their marriage, Kelsie's personal life had taken a turn for the worst. She tried her best to forgive him and move forward, hoping that he would change his ways. They even hoped that participating in marriage counseling every week would help but the desire to mend their relationship became almost impossible when her health was constantly at risk.

How would you feel if you found out that the man who was once the love of your life had cheated with almost every woman he crossed paths with, and the stress of his infidelity had caused you to lose your unborn children? Kelsie couldn't help but to blame herself for everything that continued to happen. Then, the option for an open marriage was proposed, courtesy of Mr. Broussard. Looks of disgust were showcased in the room that one morning. Had he lost his everlasting mind? Kelsie couldn't have left the therapist's office any quicker after that episode.

After much convincing from John to get their counselor to agree to one of his many selfish decisions, Dr. Paulette felt terrible for asking Kelsie to agree to a temporary open marriage agreement. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized this could be good for Kelsie, as well. She discussed how utilizing the "open" aspect of the relationship could help her see why John continued to cheat. It could give her the answers she had been seeking all of these years— answers that not even John could give her himself. There had to be a reason, right?

It would also show Kelsie what other options were out there for her if their marriage didn't work out by the end of the experiment. She could be with anyone she wanted to, as long as she was honest about it. She finally agreed, wanting to keep her family happy and together, just like old times. But as time went on, nothing changed nor did it feel the same. Kelsie soon realized that this was just another scheme to help John do as he pleased without any consequences or remorse for his actions. Now, they were just going through the motions until one of them finally had the courage to end their broken marriage for good.

During the wake of the initial agreement, Kelsie had never took it upon herself to date freely. With having to raise three children and constantly having to work, her dating life was the last thing on her mind. She kept herself busy and stayed to herself as much as she could while John took full advantage of their circumstances.

Well, that was until she met Jackson Hill.

Being with Jackson was like a breath of fresh air; every part of Kelsie felt rejuvenated. He was young, full of life, and helped her see many things in her life, good and bad, in a different perspective in just the few months they had known each other. He treated her like she was the queen of his world, where no one else mattered. When being in the presence of each other, the two of them made it a habit to close themselves off from the outside world, only giving each other their undivided attention. All of the intimate moments and conversations shared, the nonstop laughter, the amounts of time spent together that lead to pure joy mattered the most to them.

For the first time in a long time, Kelsie felt happy— inside and out.

Jackson followed closely behind Kelsie as they made their way down the store isle full of Christmas decorations, making sure he had a glimpse of her backside at every turn. He loved everything about her, from her personality to her anatomy. But if he had to pick three things he liked the most as his top choice, her ass was definitely one of them.

Kelsie's eyes lit up like a child that had entered Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory as she scanned the shelves from top to bottom. The store had every color, style, and shape of Christmas decor known to man. Choosing one theme they both could agree on was going to be a challenge within itself. She didn't shy away from it, though. This is what she lived for.

Making it to the side of the isle that caught her attention first, Kelsie stood with her arms crossed over her plump chest, deep in thought. She nibbled on her lower lip, brainstorming possible ideas for a cheerful Christmas season "What about these?" she asked, looking up at at her handsome colleague. "This would be a cute color scheme." Kelsie grabbed a large roll of white Christmas lights in one hand while carrying gold ribbon in the other. She smiled to herself, nodding at a job well done. The two colors complemented each other so well, showcasing how elegant and sophisticated they were together. These colors were also symbolic, representing the true meaning of Christmas. What would be a better way for the students to learn and celebrate Christmas while their classroom is covered in gold and white?

"For school or my house?" Jackson questioned. He looked at Kelsie with admiration as she held the two items in her hands. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, and he had been around quite a few in his young life. Although they were almost twenty years apart in age, they had some things in common. Maybe that was why he was so drawn to her after only knowing her for a few months. He was falling quicker than he wanted to— constantly falling short of holding his end of the ten rule deal.

"School," Kelsie answered. "I was thinking of a green and red plaid color palette with a hint of navy blue for home," she continued, rambling off one of the many ideas that were running through her mind. So much to do in so little time, she thought.

"I was thinking orange and black," Jackson said, throwing in his two cents on the matter. After all, he was going to be the one looking at his tree and overly decorated home every time he stepped foot in there. Might as well get something I would like, he thought. Looking at the rolls of orange ribbon in front of him, he picked up the one with lace trim, intrigued by how vibrant it looked. It reminded him of the orange lace lingerie set Kelsie had on a few weeks ago.

"A Halloween theme?" she asked, scrunching up her beautiful face in disapproval. He couldn't be serious. He was kidding, right? He despised Halloween; he was the scariest person she knew. She remembered how he flinched and hid behind his weighted blanket as they sat on his couch and watched Tales from the Hood one evening in October. "Oh no, that's tacky," she quickly waved him off before carefully putting the small box of blue glass ornaments in the basket. Pushing the basket, she moved further down the isle, looking for anything else that caught her eye.

Jackson chuckled at the woman's reaction. Halloween colors for Christmas? They both knew better than that. He couldn't stand the thought of anything related to the holiday. In his mind, he had a different approach to the combination of colors. Growing up, he lived and breathed football, given that his father was a head coach for the high school in his hometown in Ohio. He watched football at every level, even the Browns and Bengals who were quite below average most of his life. Lately, he had taken a liking to the Bengals as the underdogs made an appearance in the Super Bowl. Although they fell short, he was proud of them, and to be from Southeast Ohio. A certain quarterback that was as cold as ice, who happened to look just like him, was the icing on the cake that could lead to years of his continued support for the team.

"What! You're serious?" he asked with amusement in his tone. Kelsie gave him a knowing look indicating that this was a not a laughing matter. Jackson threw his hands up, a playful smirk plastered on his lips. "Okay, I'll just let you do what you do best then." And he did just that. For what felt like forever, the two of them went from section to section, looking at what could best fit Jackson's style before standing in line to pay. The store was starting to get packed with Christmas shoppers and they wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Mission accomplished.

If anyone can guess who the Female OC is, then I just might publish the first chapter sooner!

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Douse the Lights

A/N: I have no excuse for this, except I love one (1) Din Djarin and he deserves this and so do we. Enjoy! A little Happy New Year gift from me to you! As always, comments and feedback are welcomed! xx

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only) - oral (m and f receiving), unprotected PiV, choking, degradation, creampie...filth. This is just filth.

STUTTER SOMETHING PROFOUND (PART 2)

THE MANDALORIAN MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

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“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Then stop kriffing staring at me.”

“I wasn’t even looking in your direction.”

“You,” with a sharp turn of your head you saw that he wasn’t even near you. Nope. Not at all.

Kriff. Awkward.

“Lothcat got your tongue, Princess?” you’d never seen his face, but Maker, you just knew there was a wicked smirk on it.

“Just mind your own business,” stowing away your clean blasters with a huff, you prayed with all your might that he couldn’t see the flush of warmth on your face or hear the crack in your voice. You hated him. Everything about him.

At least you wanted to; you would have given anything in the galaxy to. It would make constantly being around the Mandalorian that you called your employer a lot easier.

Maybe if you kept repeating it yourself, you would manifest it to become true. That you could hate that annoying, half-witted, tin can.

“Thought that’s what I was doing,” there was the most minute inkling of amusement in his voice as he came over, lithe and silent - ever the hunter. He was at your side in an instant, the warmth of his body contrasting sharply with the cool metal of the beskar as he sent shivers up and down your spine. Along with the low pooling of heat and desire settling in your belly, but you were going to ignore that for now.

Almost as if he knew the effect he had on you, he made it a point to brush a gloved hand over yours as he nudged you to the side to inspect some of the weapons he’d tasked you with cleaning. You had to be quick in order to shut your mouth and keep a small whimper from escaping your lips.

How long had it been since someone last touched you? Maker, it had been….dank farrik. It had been way too long. A simple hand brush - there wasn’t even skin to skin contact - and you felt like a lothcat in heat. You really needed to get...some company and have your frustrations taken out or surely you would explode. There was no way you were to give Mando the satisfaction of knowing the type of hold he seemed to possess over you.

Perhaps once you were out of this more than awkward conversation you could slip out for a few hours and seek some pleasure. The little one had just gone down for a nap a short bit ago, and he was likely to be out for some time. Surely he wouldn’t have a problem for a few hours. Then you could -

“These are still dirty,” was his voice always that rough and low? He had to be doing it on purpose, surely. Before you could contemplate it too much, he took one of the blasters and shoved it back into your hands. Not rough or gentle, but with enough firmness to remind that he was in charge. You looked it over and raised your eyebrows as you inspected it yourself - it was polished to an almost pristine shine, “clean them again. All of them.”

“What the fuck, Mando,” you scoffed with indignation as you rolled your eyes at him, shoving the blaster right into of the black T of his visor. You waved it almost as if to prove your point, “this is clean. I dare you to find a cleaner blaster in this Maker forsaken galaxy.”

He was quick to your grab your wrist, his grip was firm as he kept your hand from moving. You didn’t normally argue with your stoic and mysterious employer, but this was apparently new and uncharted territory. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but there was a shift between the two of you, something had changed. The tension in the air was palpable, so thick you could cut it with the dullest of knives as you stared back at him.

“Clean it again,” it was a growl that went straight to your cunt as you subconsciously clenched your thighs at the sound. Either this was a one time deal that you would commit to memory or you were going to make it a point to annoy him more often. As he stared you down, he slowly let go of your wrist and pointed at the discarded cleaning rag, “and make sure its actually clean this time.”

“You are the worst,” you tried to retain the little bit of composure that you had remaining as you swiped the blaster back.

“And you are a brat,” brat. Brat. Brat. Brat. Of all the words available in all of the galaxy, he had to choose that one. This was absolutely on purpose. The Mandalorian never did anything without careful planning and calculating the risks. The same could be said with his words; this was all carefully and deliberately chosen. He cocked his head to the side, almost as if trying to gauge your reaction, “but here we are. Get them clean.”

“Or what?” it was a mere pathetic squeak as found yourself almost unable to meet his face.

“Just get it done.”

Without another word he strode away, as silent and dangerous as he was when he first came in. If you were stronger, if you weren’t a weak little fool, you would have looked away and focused on your work.

But no. Not today.

Instead you watched him go, staring shamelessly at his imposing figure as he moved to disappear back into the cockpit to do whatever it was that he did.

Was his ass always that nice? Were those thighs always so strong and sturdy? Was he always so damn broad and wide?

Shit.

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” you hissed at yourself as you picked the rag back up and slammed yourself back down on the bench in order to re-clean all the weapons that you had just done. He wanted clean weapons? You’d give him the cleanest blasters he’d ever seen.

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Almost an hour had crept by when you’d finished your second round of cleaning. At this point you honestly didn’t care if the Mandalorian deemed the job satisfactory or not. The longer you had ruminated on his words, the more frustrated you became.

Each word, each touch seemed burned into your mind as you let your imagination take over. You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about him before. There had been a number of sleepless nights when you imagined it had been his hand between your thighs, his fingers running through your slick folds before they slipped inside of you. On nights when you really couldn't help yourself, you even imagined it was his cock, how he would feel buried to the hilt inside of you. You wondered what he would be like, but something - this day in particular - told that he was big. And he would get the job done.

But it wasn’t going to happen.

Nope. No. Nah. You were just his sidekick little employee that most definitely was not going to act on any impulsive or rash decisions. You might have been a lot of things, including a huge fool in that moment, but you weren’t that stupid. You didn’t need to create some unnecessary strain in your relationship with the stoic warrior or even worse, lose your job and home and be left stranded in a forgotten corner of the galaxy.

Even as you tried to rationalize all the ways in which acting on your impulses was a horrible idea, the frustration and the throbbing between your legs didn't wane. You were getting so desperate and pathetically needy that you sat on the edge of your small bench just at the angle so you could get a little bit of friction on your clit. Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.

As you rocked back and forth, trying to keep the little mewls and whines from slipping past your lips, you realized you couldn't do this.

You couldn't risk getting caught by the Mandalorian. Oh yes, everything's fine, just getting myself off. Don't worry, I'm super horny because of you. Yeah of course I'd love your cock.

Yeah. Cool, cool, cool. This would never happen.

Just when you before you reached your breaking point and had your hands halfway to your soaked core, you stopped.

"Kriff," you sighed to yourself as you pulled your hand back out and stood up. What the actual fuck had gotten into you? A few commanding words you were completely losing your control. Either you were desperate for a release from something other than your own hand or you craved the mysterious Mandalorian.

Hastily stashing the impeccably clean blasters back into the weapons cache, you discarded the rag as you quickly came up with a plan.

Tiptoeing quietly back to where the little one was sleeping, you sneaked a peek and saw that he was still fast asleep. He wouldn't even notice you were gone - that's what you tried to convince yourself as you delicately touched his soft ears and button nose.

You weren't sure if you were speaking of the Mandalorian or the baby. At this point you really didn't care.

You glanced back at the ladder towards the cockpit, watching almost as if you expected him to come down and catch you sneaking out. Hells, technically he'd know as soon as you left the ship. You scrawled a quick note telling him that you needed a cleaner or something, in your haste you couldn't even remember what you put, and would need to go to the market.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. That was totally plausible, you insisted to calm your own nerves as you slipped on your boots and a cloak before making your final decision to leave. Attempting to be as quiet and subtle as possible, you slowly made your way off the Crest and started scurrying towards the nearby desolate town of Mos Eisley. In reality you looked more like a scrap rat scurrying away from the light than a woman heading into town to find something.

Whatever.

Mos Eisley wasn’t exactly known for its sparkling reputation, and you were sure you could get exactly what you wanted quickly enough. In and out, you thought to yourself as a flush rose in your check, well precisely that. For at least you were hoping.

But the Mandalorian, a seasoned hunter with a reputation for a reason, and didn’t miss a single trick. He was aware of what you were doing before you even left the cargo hold. If he was this frustrated and turned on you by you, his cock hard and straining against the confines of his pants, he was sure you must have been in the same position.

Oh, but he had been close to breaking, just like you. How easy it would have been to seal the hatch to the cockpit and relieve himself of the desire and ache. But no - just like you he had limits and wasn’t about to give in and stroke his hard cock while you were within earshot. No matter times he had imagined it - fucking your mouth or burying himself deep between your luscious heat before pounding you into oblivion, he wasn’t going to give in this easily.

He wasn’t a virgin by any means, but with your little backtalk and the way you had looked at him with those wide doe eyes and pretty pouted lips sure had him feeling like one. The thought of burying himself inside you, to watch as you bounced on his cock with your tits in his face was enough to make up his mind.

One time couldn’t hurt, right? People had casual encounters all the time.Why should this one be any different? If you were willing of course, although judging by how your pupils had dilated with each word from his mouth, had little doubt you felt the same way; but consent of course was key.

And tomorrow? You’d be back to being the same way you had always been.

Hopefully. Maybe. Probably.

Fuck.

This was a bad idea, and the small, sensible part remaining in his brain told him so. But he was too far in, too deep and lost in his own desires to stop himself.

He was watched as you ran away, deciding to wait until you were halfway to Mos Eisley before going after you. He’d take the kid to Pelli, sure she’d more than happy to watch him for the night. The rest? That was to be all consumed by you.

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The old cantina was dirty, dingy, and smelly. There was no doubt in your mind it must have been at least a decade since it was cleaned, and yet it still remained a hot spot; granted not for those of politer society, but enough to get the job down. You pushed that to the back of your mind as you clambered through the crowd and to the bar, sitting down next to a handsome Zabrak you had spied when you’d walked in. You’d never been with one his kind before, but you’d heard rumors of them, especially when it came to their prowess behind closed doors, and something within you was piqued.

He must have sensed something was up - as soon as you sat down, he motioned for the bartender to come back and bring the two of you a new round.

“You’re new here,” he said gruffly, a dangerous edge to his voice, sharp like a knife as he took one of the luminescent drinks and shoved the other towards you.

Before you could even move to grab your drink or utter so much as a word in response, a hand darted and quickly grabbed your wrist, the grip biting and firm.

“She’s mine,” the words washed over you before you could even turn to look at the Mandalorian. His chest was rising and falling heavy as his visor was trained on your would be companion for the night. A shudder ran up your spine as he pulled you off the stool, the two men glaring at each wordlessly.

He pulled you behind him, storming out of the cantina as the crowds parted at the sight of the gleaming silver beskar. They knew better than to stand in the way of the Mandalorian. You felt like a child being scolded as he refused to acknowledge you, keeping his gaze trained straight as you struggled to keep up with his long strides.

“What the hell, Mando?” your question was an indignant shout as your voice climbed an octave. His grip didn’t waver for a moment as he grunted in his response. Oh, he was mad. Yup. Definitely. You had fucked up.

Any thought of talking back or prodding him further were estopped as you could see him fuming as he dragged your ass back to the Crest.

This was it, you realized. This was the end where he would fire you and send you packing. Of all the places in the galaxy to be stranded, Tatooine was not one of your top destinations. No one to blame but yourself, you reckoned.

Instead you hung your head as he refused to look back, making quick work of opening the cargo hold and shoving you inside. There was something about his touch that was rough, almost sending you falling to your ass, but there was still an odd gentleness.

You stared back at the blank visor in challenge, attempting to figure out what was going on. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he stared back at you. Neither of you were about to get a good read on each other.

“Did you really think it was a good idea to just walk away without saying anything?” his voice was dangerously low as he crossed his arms over his chest and glared at you. You opened and closed your mouth a few times as you tried to come up with either a smart response or an excuse but instead of anything coherent, it was a mixture of the two. Great. Now he's going to think you were an idiot on top of everything else.

“I didn’t...just um...doesn’t matter what you...I needed something from the market?” you swallowed the lump on your throat as you dropped your gaze to the floor. He sighed for a moment - heavily - as you’d come to know was his penchant to do.

“You needed something from the market?” it wasn’t a question so much as an accusation.

“Mhmm.”

“What was it?”

“C-cleaner,” you lied. Somehow it sounded better than saying yeah, I really just wanted a quick fuck because you have me feeling some type of way.

“There's a new cleaner right in the cabinet,” he said as you internally groaned. He was right - there was a brand new gleaming bottle on the top shelf. He’d gotten some last week, “or did you conveniently forget that?”

“Umm,” you couldn’t get anything else out as he took a step closer and left minimal distance between your bodies. He reached up and put a hand under your chin, turning your face up to meet his, “uh huh.”

“Uh huh, honey,” his voice warmed you up from inside out as you gave him an innocent look. If he hadn’t known what he was doing earlier, he certainly did now. And he was going to milk every second of it, to push this as far as it would go. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, a subconscious gesture, but not unnoticed by the Mandalorian. His hand slipped from your chin and jaw and slid until he was gently holding your throat. His grip was light, and he was barely squeezing, but Maker, you wished he was, “is that really what you were going to do?”

“Y-yeah,” how much longer were you going to keep up this little facade? You had no clue. But the feel of his hand around your airway, pushing slightly, ever so slightly, had your mind positively reeling.

“Then why did you go to that filthy old cantina?” he leaned closer, his helmet mere inches from your face as you closed your eyes, the blood rushing to your ears as you the heat pooled in your belly, “why were you talking to Zabrak? Did you really think he was going to fuck you? To make you feel good?”

“Mhmm,” you managed to murmur after a few beats of silence as you realized what was happening. This was new, uncharted territory - for the both of you - and if you went any further, there would be no going back. And you - fuck it. Your eyes snapped open as you turned to look into the visor, right where his eyes would be, “needed someone to do it, since you never would.”

And there it was - finally out in the open and hanging thickly between the two of you. All you could ever was a small huff from under the helmet and you were positive he was smirking like a victorious predator.

“Is that what you want, honey?” he asked and you nodded. Give and take and then...it all broke, “get on your knees. Now.”

And you wasted no time sinking onto the cool metal floor, now level with his cock, where you could see the hardness straining against his rough fabric. Shaky fingers worked to hastily pop the button and pull the zipper, but just before you could get to what you wanted, Din roughly grabbed jaw, turning your face up to his, “you take what I give. Yeah?”

“Yes,” you promised, feeling yourself grow wetter and wetter with each word. But then, with another gentle tap to your chin, he seemed almost...gentle, “Mando?”

“If you don’t want this, just say stop,” he waited for you to nod as you a sense of warmth fluttered over you at his desire for consent, “I will not be gentle, I will not-”

“Give it to me then,” you beamed at him before turning back to his cock and pulling out of his underwear. You almost moaned at the sight of his cock, hard and leaking already; and just as your little fantasies had led you to believe, he was more than adequate.

Spitting into your palm, you took him in your hand, pumping him a few times before licking the head, just small light licks, just enough to tease. Licking a stripe up his shaft, you played with his balls for a moment, earning what you were sure was a small groan from under the helmet. Making it a point to draw it out, you shouldn’t have been surprised when his hand went to the back of your head as he pushed you onto his cock.

A sound of surprise was muffled by his cock as you took all of him into your mouth, doing your best not to gag as he hit the back of your throat and your nose brushed against the soft curls of hair at his base. Your hands slid up his thighs and found purchase on his hips as he began to fuck your mouth. He started slowly at first, almost as if he was afraid to give too much. When you grew accustomed to him, making it a point to hollow your cheeks and suck him as best as you could, he picked up the pace. And it was brutal in all the best ways, spit was starting to run down your chin along with a few tears that had spilled over, but if nothing else, it worked to spur him on.

“Look at you,” he grunted between thrusts as he took in the sight in front of him, “take me so well. Knew your big mouth had to be good for something. Always wanted to fuck that pretty face.”

You hummed in delight as you raked your nails over the exposed slivers of his skin on his hips, golden and delicious and you wanted it all. His thrusts slowly become more erratic and sloppy as he twitched in your mouth. His hand dropped from the back of your head as you took over and put a hand back on his shaft as you worked to finish him off.

Soon enough he did, followed by an almost primal growl as he came, his hot, thick, cum coating your mouth and you eagerly swallowed all that he offered, which unsurprisingly, was a lot. As his breathing slowed down and he slowly came down from the rush of his high, you pulled back from him, looking up at him with innocent eyes and a wicked smile. You cleaned him off, but just as you went to wipe at your mouth, his gloved hand was faster and he collected the spit and cum that had spilled out and pushed it back into your mouth with two fingers. You grabbed his wrist and made a show of sucking his fingers clean, tasting him along with the worn leather of his gloves.

“Good girl,” he praised before hoisting you to your feet, “strip.”

“What about you?” you turned your head to the side, but he shook his head in response. He paused for a moment, almost as if he was having second thoughts, but just quickly, he whipped off his gloves and tossed them onto the floor before putting a hand on your cheek and stroking it tenderly. You swallowed thickly before nodding and working to pull off your clothes.

First was your shirt, tugging slowly over your chest and tossed down to join the gloves. Your arm went to your back as you tugged off your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders as an almost nervous breath escaped your lips.

“Keep going,” he commanded, eyes trained slowly on you as he drank in the sight of you. You undid your own zipper and pulled your pants and panties down in one fluid motion before kicking them off along with your boots and socks. You’d never felt more vulnerable or exposed in that moment, wanting to cover up but also relishing in the fact that you seemed to have rendered the Mandalorian speechless. He looked you up down, not bothering to hide the fact as he looked at your form, glancing at your soft mound before your breasts and then landing back on your face.

Beckoning for you to come closer with a simple crook of his fingers, you did so, standing directly in front of him. His hand flitted from your cheek and down your body before resting at the apex of your thighs. You gasped lightly in surprise as he dragged his fingers through your soaked folds, coating them in your copious arousal, before chuckling darkly. A hand immediately went to his shoulder as you steadied yourself and tried not to completely lose it at the simple touch, “all of this for me, honey?”

“Mhmm,” you admitted as he gently rubbed over your clit, teasingly in the slowest, most tantalizing way possible. Before you could stop yourself you blurted out, “always think about you. Always get so wet.”

He made a small, noncommittal sound as he pulled his fingers away from your wetness and brought them to your lips. He tapped your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, sucked his fingers clean from your own arousal, “I’ve thought about fucking you too. That mouth, that pussy. You’re such a brat, but you drive me crazy.”

“I like when you get mad,” you said as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, “‘s sexy.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice deeper and lower than ever before, and you felt your knees start to buckle at the sheer sex it exuded, He brought his large, warm hands to your tits, touching over your pebbled nipples as you bit back a moan. While you wished it his mouth on them instead, this touch was just as well, as he massaged them, trying to get a good feel of them and seeing what drew out those sweet mewls from you. But before you could enjoy it too much, one hand gripped your waist like a vice and the other went between your legs. He ran his thick fingers through your folds, before slowly inserting one into your wet heat. You moaned as he slowly inserted another and then a third, stuffing you full and already having you seeing stars in no time, “make yourself cum.”

“What?” your eyes snapped open as he stilled his actions, “you’re joking, right?”

“Nope,” he popped the p loudly as he lightly teased your clit, eyes boring into yours, “you act like a brat and you want to cum? You have to work for it.”

“You can’t be serious,” you groaned as he moved to pull his hand away, as if to show you just how serious he was. This time, you caught his wrist and held him in place. He chuckled lightly in triumph as one of your hands returned to his shoulder for balance and the other went to play with your sensitive bundle of nerves. He held completely still, a practiced and patient man, as he made you work for it. He wasn’t kidding by any means when he said he would not be gentle.

He remained quiet, watching your pretty face shift through a range of expressions as you worked to reach your own high. He was glad for the helmet, for if you had been watching him, you’d have seen the tinge of pink rising in his cheeks as the sight of you fucking yourself on his fingers. He’d envisioned this many times, no doubt about that, but he’d never thought it would become a reality. Maker, you were gorgeous as you thrust onto his hand using him for your own pleasure a string of gentle filth spilled from your lips as you rubbed slow circles onto your clit.

“Mandooo,” it was soft as you felt that familiar blinding haze start to take over you, and your toes involuntarily curled and your cunt started to clench around his fingers. Your eyes fluttered closed in pleasure as your vision turned blurry and that familiar warmth started to spread all over your limbs. He felt his cock twitch from where he had tucked himself back in after you’d pleasured him. Before you could finish though, something different met your ears.

“Din,” he said as bit your lip in order to keep from crying out completely, “my name is Din.”

And there it was. Completely unexpected and out of the blue. It wasn’t just a name - no it was so much more than it. It was a sign of trust, of closeness, of the fact that whatever this little situation was, it was neither the first or only time something like this would happen. No, your story with Mando may have come to an abrupt end, but your relationship with Din was just beginning.

It was almost as his name, uttered softly and almost unsurely, was exactly what you needed to push you over the edge as you came around his fingers. A soft moan left your lips along with the sweetest sound he was sure he’d ever heard, “Din.”

A merciful man when he chose to be, he took over for you and worked you through your orgasm as you almost collapsed into his arms, “there you are pretty girl. You did so well, fucking yourself on my fingers.”

“Not enough,” you rested your against the soft cowl of his neck as he pulled his hand from you, but not before slapping your ass a few times, almost as if testing to see how far he could push you. You made a few sounds of delight at the sting, only spurring him on as he slapped and then gently needed the ample flesh of your backside, “please, need you to fuck me.”

“Is that what you need, pretty girl?” he purred in your ear as he pulled back and grabbed your face in his hands, taking in the already blissed out expression on your features, “you want me to fuck you? Think you’re ready for my cock?”

“Yes,” you were practically ready to beg at this point, “I’ve been wanting it for so long.”

At your words, he almost dragged you to the small bed that was reserved for you in the corner and motioned for you to sit. You watched with eager eyes as he scrambled for the waistband of his pants and hastily pulled them down and kicked them off, letting them join your discarded clothes. He practically ripped off the rest of the beskar until he was bared in front of you, save for the helmet. His cock was already painfully hard again, standing at attention and leaking fat drops of precum.

“Can I trust you?” he asked as you nodded, understanding exactly what he meant. You’d never questioned the fact that you’d never seen his face or that he apparently just never showed it to anyone. You respected him and his decisions, and you’d never dare to push the envelope or destroy his trust.

“Always,” you promised as he walked over to the wall and hit the switch for lights, cloaking the room in darkness. You sucked in a breath before you heard him shuffling about and the beskar helmet clanged against the metal floor. He stood in front of you, you could feel his breathing as he touched your cheek before wrapping a hand around your throat.

“Hands and knees,” he instructed with a delicious rasp, made even better by the lack of filtering from the vocoder of his helmet, “now.”

The singular word was enough to send a fresh rush of arousal through your veins, as you laid on your belly on the small cot before positioning yourself so your ass was in the air. He shuffled behind you, his large hands grazing over the soft flesh of your ass. He spread your cheeks apart before dragging a thick finger through your soaked folds. A small sound of pleasure rippled through your throat as you clutched onto the thin, scratchy blanket of the bed, “please.”

“Quiet,” it was harsh and biting as the palm of his hand slapped your ass, the sting delicious and leaving you wanting more, “you like that, don’t you? You like being spanked, pretty girl.”

“Only by y-y-you,” before you could say anything, he slapped your ass a few more times before kneading the soft flesh to make sure the sting wasn’t too painful.

Mando - no, Din - shifted his weight and you could feel him line himself up at your entrance. He ran the tip of his cock through your folds. A moan escaped your lips - and his - as he slowly pushed into you, giving you a brief moment to adjust to his considerable size. The stretch was amazing, the slight burn quickly turned into pleasure and you felt full, so completely full. He groaned as he bottomed out, already feeling pussy dumb by the way your velvet walls hugged him, “this - kriff - this pussy is perfect. Just like it was made for me.”

“Din,” you buried your face in your pillow as he pulled out, slowly, before thrusting sharply back into you. He was not lying when he said that he would not be gentle. His large, warm hands went to your hips as he held them in a bruising grip. You were sure you’d bear his marks for days.

He set a bruising pace, thrusting into you with no mercy as he slammed his hips into yours. There was nothing gentle or intimate about, no - this was months and months of pent up frustration and desire coming out all at once. Din was not a talkative man, but as he fucked you into oblivion, he was whispering strings of filth and praise into your ears. All you could do was lie there as he pounded into you, so lost in your own pleasure as you became a whining mess under him.

Before he came, his arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you flush against his chest. One large hand went to play with your breasts as the other went to your clit as he rubbed and circled at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your mouth hung open in a blissful haze as he kept going, pressing kisses into the soft skin of your skin and shoulder, alternating between nipping and sucking and making sure to leave plenty of marks so everyone knew you were his.

“Look at you, pretty girl,” he grunted in your ear, “taking my cock so well. You love this don’t you? Getting used like this.”

“Mhmm,” you bit your lip as he kept going, kept abusing your spent pussy as he started to stutter in his thrusts, “‘m so close, please, wanna come.”

“You’re going to come on my cock,” he commanded as you nodded, “and I’m going to fill you up and make sure you know who you belong to.”

“I’m yours,” you insisted as you felt your walls clench around him and his cock start to twitch, “only yours.”

“Good girl,” he praised as he turned your head to place a rough kiss on your lips. It was the sheer act of the moment and feel of his stubble that sent you over the edge and cumming all over him. You were like jello in his arms as he held you up, giving you a few more thrusts before spilling inside and coating your walls with his cum, “ahh - fuck - so fucking good. Maker, you feel like no other. Perfect pussy - just for me.”

He held you tightly against his body as he caught his breath, the two of you breathing in sync. You thought he might pull away immediately, but instead, he pressed more kisses, chaste compared to your previous actions, down your back as he slowly lowered you onto the bed. You couldn’t even form words as you laid there, cockdumb and already feeling his arousal along with your own dripping onto your thigh.

“You did good,” he praised gently before reaching between your legs and scooping up some of his cum that had started dripping out. You whimpered at the touch, still sensitive, and listened as he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean, “but I’m not done with you yet.”

Din gently flipped you onto your back so you were lying face up and exposed to him. He sat between your legs and slowly spread them apart, admiring his handy work. He leaned back before climbing off the small and getting on his knees, pulling you towards his face. Just as you had gotten on your knees for him, he kneeled only for you.

“Din,” you sighed contentedly as he kissed along your inner thighs, working his way back to your dripping heat. He nuzzled his nose against you, taking a moment to take it all in, “already so much."

"Come on, honey," his voice was like liquid gold as he reached up and touched your breasts, cupping them easily in his large hands, "you've got another one in you. I know you do. Aren't you a good girl?"

"Mhmm," you arched into his touch as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. How this infuriating man got you to become a pile of mush in his hands you'd never know, but you definitely weren't going to question it. He leaned up and kissed your hips before burying his face between your legs, "I'm your good girl."

And with those words, he licked a long stripe up your soaked folds, still soaked from your combined juices. His nose, which you presumed was aquiline in nature, nudged your clit as he ate you like a starving man. You were the shining prize, glimmering in the distance, and he was the wrecked man crossing the desert to get to you.

This time you didn't even bother to hold back as you mewled and cried, tears of pleasure and overstimulation welling up at the corners of your eyes and sliding down your cheeks. Din hummed in content as he licked and suckled at you, making sure to focus on your clit as you came completely undone.

Reaching down, you carded a hand through his locks - curls - as you pressed his face against your aching core. You could practically feel him smirking against you as he slipped a few fingers inside to join his ministrations. Expertly curling his thick fingers, he quickly found the sweet spot that made your toes curls and you see stars.

"Almost there," he grinned as he gave you a moment of reprieve before diving right back in, "I can feel that perfect cunt squeezing around me. Taste so good, pretty girl."

"D-Din," his name falling from your tongue was like pure magic as he became transfixed by how it sounded. Your mouth dropped open in a small O as your legs shook around him. He pulled his fingers from you as he held down your hips in order to keep you from squirming away from him, "feelssogood - makerohstars - Dindindin."

"Come all over my face, pretty girl," his tongue darted into you for a few moments before he gave your clit a harsh suckle. That was all it took before you came again, screwing your eyes shut as he worked your through your orgasm, lapping up every bit of your juices, refusing to waste even a drop, "there you are - taste so fucking good. Perfect."

He was relentless until he was sure you were completely done and a practical ragdoll on the bed. Slowly, he pulled back from you, trailing light kisses up your body, stopping when he got your face. Almost as if he was able to see even in the almost complete darkness, he wiped away your remaining tears. He hesitated for a moment for leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You sighed softly as you rolled onto your side and scooted closer to the wall, making room for him.

It was a big thing you were doing, boundaries had been crossed and blurred and any rules you'd previously had were thrown out the window. Neither of you were sure what came next.

But you did know that you didn't want him to leave - not yet anyway.

"Din?" you asked softly as he pulled the blanket over your spent body; he was surprisingly gentle for a man that had just sent you to heaven and hell and back.

"Yes, pretty girl?"

"Will you stay?" your voice was small as you prepared yourself for defeat and for him to leave.

"Yes," he whispered softly as he slid in under the blanket and next to you, "I'd like that."

"Me too," you admitted as he shifted and pulled you in his arms so you could lay your head on his chest, listening to the steady thump thump of his heart, "Din?"

“Hmm?”

"I'm in charge next time," you smirked lightly as you kissed his soft skin. He inhaled sharply but you could tell he was into it. The man might have just been in charge, but you had a feeling he might like being told what to do as well - and you were going to find out, "I want to ride you."

"Kriff," he groaned under his breath, "You're going to be the death of me, little brat."

"I'll make it worth your while," you promised with a small yawn, "I'll have you crying in no time - begging me for mercy."

“Mhmm.”

“You’re going to be a good boy for me, right?” it was your turn to put your hand on his throat and give it a gentle, but firm squeeze as he stiffened at the feeling, “I know you’re a good boy, Din.”

“Fuck.”

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thestarminstrel · 3 years

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as requested, i am now considering figure skater au. would love to hear more thoughts on said au 👀

ohohoho 👀 let me absolutely indulge you on my nonsense

so i do have a sketch page with this au but i'll briefly summarize it here:

(also! if anyone wants to borrow this au plotline or concept, please feel free to :D just credit me and send me what you make!)

- nick is a hockey player for kingston lions and seiji is an olympic level figure skater

- they both use the same rink at kingston, and this ofc is where our conflict arises

- seiji frankly believes that nick's team is terrible since they have won 0 championships and calls nick "zero". because of this, he often begins his own practice early or lets it run late -- cutting into the hockey team's time reservation

- nick has tried numerous times to get the staff to do something but like, tf are they gonna do? seiji is olympic level and they don't wanna be the idiots who denied seiji his practice space and loose revenue (tho it should be noted that seiji is competing for the grand prix in this one -- not the olympics). so nick begins calling seiji "princess" since he's a giant brat :)

- the two don't get along at all -- and i mean at all. they're livid whenever they run into each other and are at each other's throats

- however, coach williams thinks she can get the boys to the connecticut state championships. since nick is the center (position that plays both offensive and defensive), she calls in a favor with dmytro and asks him to work with nick on his form so he can be extra speedy fast.

- guess who dmytro also coaches? that's right. seiji :)))

- they both find this out when dmytro introduces the two and says he doesn't have time to be coaching them separately. they are pissed to say the least (when nick complains to williams, she makes him do suicides which stops him from complaining anymore).

- couple weeks pass, seiji and nick are still not happy but they just barely manage to exist on the same ice. the kingston lions have their first game soon and seiji has first set of qualifying competitions to get through. the hockey team is getting their full practices in, and seiji just goes for some extra practice after they finish up -- despite the ice not being smooth enough for his liking.

- one evening, nick stayed later to sharpen his skates using the rink's equipment. as he exits the locker room though, he hears the sound of skates against ice and assumes that it can only be seiji, so he decides to sneak a peek. he's only seen portions of seiji's routine since he's super secretive about it.

- and his routine is absolutely gorgeous. nick's jaw hangs open the whole time, and he can't deny that seiji really is a talented skater. like he's never really given a shit about the sport, but he can see seiji's passion for it with every turn and contouring of his body. his face too, usually scrunched up in one of displeasure or superiority, was lax and blissful.

- nick disappears quietly, seiji being none the wiser, and he goes home haunted by the images of seiji dancing and realizing that this giant prick is actually kind of beautiful.

- fast forward a week and nick has his first game. seiji is pissy bc it means that he won't get his evening practice, and nick makes the snap decision to invite seiji to his game. they're both surprised by it -- perhaps even more so when seiji accepts with a sneer. if only to prove his point that the lions are terrible.

- few hours later and seiji is in the stands: displeased at being jostled around so much by so many fans (which he is surprised that the kingston lions even have), but settles in to watch the game.

- nick is a speed monster on the ice, dmytro's coaching clearly having paid off, and the lions take home a 6-2 victory. and seiji isn't sure why, but for some odd reason, zero looks almost handome (in a rugged way) under the stadium lights with his wide smile and excited cheering with his teammates.

- he also goes home thinking of someone he was sure he would only think thoughts of malice of.

- another week passes by and seiji's first competition comes up. by some stroke of uncharacteristic brashness, he invites nick to come watch it. he fully accepts nick to reject the invitation, but surprisingly nick does accept it.

- seiji competes, places first, and nick sees the whole thing. even got seiji a bouquet of congratulatory roses and daphnes ("figured you'd win, princess. after all, there has to be some talent underneath that bratty and stuck-up personality of yours.").

- seiji immediately puts the flowers in water when he gets home -- if only to not let a gorgeous gift go to waste (he absolutely does not press a rose and a few daphnes when they start to wilt, not at all).

- more time goes on, the lions make it to the playoffs and seiji is preparing for the first competition of the grand prix series. the two of them are sort of warmed up to each other? def not best buddies, but they're not trying to tear each other's throats out with their skates. nick has been sneaking glances at seiji skating during that time -- his favorite time is during the evening when it seems that seiji skates for himself. seiji on the other hand, has gone to almost to every single one of nick's games without nick being aware of it.

- however, the plot must to go on, and seiji catches nick during one of those evenings nick stayed behind to watch seiji. nick fully expects seiji to blow up at him -- and for them to loose what tedious progress they had made -- but instead he gets an extremely rare blush out of the skater.

- for the sake of time, seiji is skating a different routine after hours and after being pressed about it, he reveals it is about a certain someone who he definitely likes a little more than just an acquaintance. and it's a routine he choreographed himself.

- nick's a bit "woah holy crap" with this information and it does pester his mind for a bit, wondering who tf this person is. but he does say that it's prob his fav routine of seiji's to watch (which proceeds to pester seiji's brain).

- then we get to the playoffs. the score is 7-7 and there's two minutes left on the clock. nick makes a final push through his stamina and get the last goal right before the clock strikes 0 -- making the score 8-7. however, nick falls on his arm, hard.

- nick breaks his arm, and he's out for the rest of the season. nick is obviously very, very upset about it.

- seiji does visit nick in the hospital before he hops on a plane to the grand prix final (since he made it there whee), and explains he saw what happened since he was there. nick interprets the visit as an act of petty charity and lashes out, taking out his anger and frustration on seiji.

- seiji lashes right back, and the two exchange some pretty hurtful blows. the thing that's important to take away is that nick essentially says that seiji's success as a skater only rests on the choreography of dmytro and his coaching. seiji storms out in a rage, and nick is left feeling like shit.

- a few days later, nick realizes that it's the free skate day of the finals and turns on the tv to the channel -- accepting that the reason he feels like shit is bc he misses seiji's skating.

- however, seiji's free skate is apparently very different from what was expected of him according to the announcers -- but nick recognizes it. it's the same routine that seiji does in his evening practices.

- seiji does place first and wins the grand prix finals (which he previously lost bc of a certain blond skater but that's a plot line for another time). nick realizes that he has to apologize, even if seiji said some nasty things, but what he said was seriously a d*ck thing to say.

- few days later, nick is discharged, and he spends every evening in the rink, waiting on the benches for seiji. who does eventually come after the grand prix final celebrations and resting for a few days. he decides to go for a quick evening skate to clear his mind of a certain hockey player.

- upon seeing nick, seiji is filled with rage and he gives nick the cold shoulder. whenever nick calls for him from across the rink, seiji pretends not to hear him. until eventually, nick decides to take matters in his own hands and make his way across the ice in his sneakers.

- obviously, this idea goes terribly, and he does fall a few feet away from seiji, who finally stops to give him the attention he's been asking for -- fully expecting an argument.

- nick apologizes for what he said and how wrong he was for saying it. he also mentions how lucky the person the routine is for must be. seiji is flabbergasted, not expecting this at all, and reveals that the routine was for nick, all this time. now it's nick's turn to be flabbergasted af :)

- nick starts laughing, which makes seiji extremely confused bc why tf is nick laughing since he was expecting rejection. but nick merely coaxes seiji down and kisses him softly -- and seiji understands.

- the lions do withdraw from the championship since nick is out of commission. they return the next season and do win first in a complete underdog fashion in case anyone is curious. seiji places first in the olympic figure skating event because he's seiji.

and just some other silly notes:

- eugesse is something that happens in this (much to nick's dismay)

- jesse and nick are half-brothers but they find that out down the line

- the lions are composited of the weight lifting bros and the one friend from nick's junior high who remains unnamed

#anyway yea! that's my nonsense for this au lmao. it's def one of my favs <3 #thank you for letting me talk about this au LMAO #always looking for excuses to do so #fence comic #fence skating au #nichoji #nicholas cox #seiji katayama

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ransomedrogue · 3 years

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Tales of Woe - Scenes from S1

aw this is a hard ep, they’re both so heartbroken... so time for mini make up fic!

1.12

Her entire body was still swirling with emotion, even long after the scene had been secured and they were finally on their way back to the NYO. But the tiredness was starting to set in too, the result of another sleepless night, plus a stress-filled day.

Her anger about what happened to Charlie hadn't gone anywhere though. Jane remained furious that he'd been victimized and then killed because of what had been done to him. She was sure that he would still be alive, if only they hadn't handed him over.

If only Weller hadn't shot him.

Jane groaned inwardly at the mix of fire and hurt that flared when she thought about Weller. She didn't want to accept that he had to kill Charlie, despite rationally knowing that he hadn't had any other options. Part of her wondered if she was just holding onto her anger towards him because he'd apparently stood her up the previous night. It didn't matter that she hadn't been there either. It was still devastating that Kurt had decided things wouldn't work between them, especially without talking to her first.

She hadn't spoken to him since they'd argued at the scene but was sure that she'd caught him eyeing her during the ride back. Jane wondered how it was possible to feel so many things about someone at once, and about how things would be different if she'd gone to meet him in the park. Somehow she just couldn't picture him ditching her without a word. Though of course she'd done exactly that in her desperation to find out more about who she was.

When the SUV was parked and she opened the door to exit the vehicle, Jane was about to walk off when she heard him say her name.

Turning, she met his eyes for a moment and saw that they were hard, yet worried. As if he were trying to stay all business, but couldn't quite keep his concern from poking through.

"Go get cleared by medical before you come up to SIOC," he said, his frown definitely more anxious than stern.

Jane resisted rolling her eyes at him, but a little huff of irritation still escaped. He'd already told her once at the scene, she didn't need to be reminded. Even though any other time she'd be a little charmed by his worry for her, at the moment it felt like he was using it as evidence that she hadn't had control of the situation.

She headed off to medical and sat on the exam table, waiting for the doctor to arrive. Her emotions were still riding high for awhile but eventually some of her regret and anger dissipated, as her system finally began to settle down.

Still, it wasn't until the doctor started the exam that Jane felt the aching of her body. But when he pressed on her ribs and a grunt of pain came out, she had to admit that Charlie had hit her hard, a few times. The doctor clearly suspected some of the purpling on her chest indicated fractures and looked carefully at the bruising on her neck too, before sending her for x-rays.

By the time she'd been fully scanned, Jane had a headache and was a lot sorer than she'd anticipated. Thankfully though, the doctor couldn't see any breaks in the images and cleared her for the moment, telling her to return for more x-rays if the pain didn't subside.

As the doctor opened the door to leave, Jane thought she saw a glimpse of Weller walking by and glancing into the room. Which immediately made her annoyed again, feeling as if he was checking on her like a disobedient child, even after having told her twice.

As she finished getting dressed, the irritation still sat with her, despite the little voice that tried to tell her that he was just worried about her. She didn't want his concern, not when she was fine and he'd taken away her chance at saving Charlie.

But the fire in her wasn't as strong anymore, and her muscles were all starting to complain. So when she saw the expression on his face, Jane flashed back to the way he'd looked on that rooftop. And suddenly his perspective was able to sneak in, just a bit.

She wasn't sure how much of the fight he'd seen from the other rooftop before he'd taken the shot. But he had at least seen her get thrown down hard, watched as a gun was pointed right at her by an unpredictable super soldier.

He had one shot and had to make sure. She knew that as well as anyone; would certainly have done exactly the same had their positions been reversed. It just ate at her, knowing how unfair it had been for Charlie. He hadn't asked for any of it, had just been doing his best to survive despite having his memory chemically removed.

Jane felt her jaw grinding as her anger and guilt started to rise once more. She was pissed off that Weller was right and that Charlie was dead and she was possibly complicit in all of it. And then there was that other reason she was upset with him, one that she couldn't even look at because it hurt too much.

So when she walked out of the medical room and Weller was standing right there, with a cloud of worry hovering over him, her first instinct was to ignore him and stride away. But then he stepped towards her and she couldn't escape his concerned gaze, or the small hit of comfort it gave her, despite her resentment at his presence.

"Did you get cleared?" he asked, looking her over carefully.

Jane scowled at the spark that his question lit in her, annoyed at how much she liked the concern in his voice.

She was fine, she told herself.

There was nothing broken. Except her heart.

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Weller knew he was obsessing, but he couldn't stop checking on her.

Even though he kept reminding himself that she didn't appear injured, it took actually seeing her to satisfy the irrational fear in his gut. Because that other image, the one where he watched a super soldier blow her head off, wouldn't stop returning as soon as she was out of sight.

So there he was, making up a reason to pass by the medical room and peek in the open door, just to reassure himself that Jane was alive and where she was supposed to be. Which would probably annoy her even more if she caught him at it, considering her disposition towards him at the moment. Plus, he'd already told her twice, so checking on her again was bordering on stalking.

Weller growled at himself, irritated at how the day had gone. He hated having her angry at him, especially after what had happened between them. Or more precisely, what had happened to him.

Kurt tried to fight off the memory but didn't have any success. Being stood up by her, without any explanation, had hurt more than he thought possible.

Standing there alone in the park, he'd felt so goddamned vulnerable, and his emotional walls had instantly shot right back up. It had been a pretty big blow to his ego, considering there seemed to be no plausible reason she didn't show up, except for regret about kissing him. Which had all led to him lying to her that morning, before she could say anything at all; an act that he wasn't proud of.

Maybe she had an explanation, his mind supplied, unhelpfully.

And you were just too chicken to hear it.

At the time, Weller had convinced himself he was just giving her an out. But of course he'd been protecting himself too. Now, Kurt groaned, feeling like he'd messed everything up by trying not to mess things up with Jane. He'd told himself that it was enough just to have her back, that it was inappropriate to go down that road with her anyways. Yet he couldn't stop thinking about that kiss on his doorstep, the way their bodies had felt together.

Ever since then though, things had been different. Which made it hard to not read it as regret on her part. Despite the fact he was sure she'd enjoyed the moment as much as he had.

Weller hurried by, hoping he hadn't been noticed, and propelled himself away from the medical area, yet somehow finding a reason to stay on the same floor so he had to pass by again on his way back to the elevators. And, of course, somehow his timing led him to encounter Jane, just as she walked out into the hallway.

She looked a bit startled to see him standing right there and Weller found himself stepping back even though he really wanted to reach out for her. In all his stewing about being stood up, he'd nearly blocked out the fact that she was likely still mad at him for taking the shot. Which was fine of course; he was certainly willing to accept her fury in return for her life.

"Did you get cleared?"

Jane narrowed her eyes at him, her mouth set in an expression he couldn't quite read.

"Yeah. Just some bruises," she replied. But her voice was a bit raspy and Kurt was sure he saw her wince as she moved.

Weller looked her up and down, wondering how that was possible. He'd watched her go toe to toe with a super soldier on all sorts of performance enhancing drugs. It seemed impossible that she hadn't been injured while fighting him. Yet incredibly Jane had held her own, right up until Charlie grabbed the gun.

"How's your throat?" he asked, unable to push back his protective instincts.

"I'm fine, Kurt," she replied brusquely. "I would have…"

Weller shook his head, unwilling to let her keep thinking she could have saved Charlie somehow. If Jane wanted to be mad at him, that was fine. But she had to understand that Charlie's actions had sealed his fate.

"Jane," he said. "I know it wasn't his fault. But that man was a killing machine and he had a weapon on you. There was no other option. I wasn't going to watch him shoot you."

The image washed over him again and Weller choked a little on his words, the last ones coming out a bit shaky.

Jane looked up, still frowning at him. But then she closed her eyes wearily for a moment and sighed irritably while rubbing her face.

"I just keep thinking about his mom," she mumbled, almost too quiet to hear.

"She just got him back. And now he's gone again."

God, she was heartbreaking, even when hostile.

"Jane, I wish there was something else I could have done. But he had your gun pointed at you. How do you think I would have felt if I had the shot and didn't take it, and then you died as a result?"

"I wish I had another choice. But I couldn't risk losing you."

Jane scowled and Weller's heart sank, thinking that she was going to walk away from him. But then she surprised him again, by stepping towards him instead, her expression turning less resentful.

"I'm still angry about what happened," she stated.

"But I'm not mad at you. I know you had to shoot and I know it couldn't have been easy. So… Thank you."

It was begrudging but it was a start. Even getting that much from her made his heart a little less heavy. Though it was still shattered, at least it wasn't getting stomped on any further.

"You don't have to thank me, Jane. It's my job to have your back out there," he replied, trying to deflect the effect her words were having on him.

"Oh, and before I forget. Mayfair wants to see you," Weller added, slipping the message in during a moment of relative peace between them.

Jane immediately looked concerned, the frown returning to her face.

"About what?" she asked.

"She didn't say," Kurt replied, even though he knew what it would be about. He felt bad for Jane, having previously been through the dressing down she was about to face.

But, then again, seeing the scowl in Jane's expression, Weller wasn't entirely sure who he felt sorry for. Because Mayfair was going to be pissed off, but Jane could take it. And she looked just as ready to fire it right back.

#blindspot #blindspot fanfic #blindspot rewatch #s1fic #i wrote this

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Phantom Thieves of Hearts in KNB

Persona 5 x Kuroko no Basket crossover

[knb x s/o reader]

Headcanons on how KNB characters find out you were a member of the Phantom Thieves + what they do afterwards

Warning: very very brief mention of harassment/assault | mild spoilers up to Haru/mild insinuations of Akechi | mild spoilers of KNB’s “Last Game” movie

Part 2 is here! Part 3 is here!

Kuroko Tetsuya

you two started dating for a while, but recently, Kuroko began to notice out how you always seem to weasel your way out of group hangouts or turn down after school dates with him or just altogether disappeared without a trace/word

“Um, do you want to eat together at Maji Burger after school today?”

“Wahhh! I’m so sorry, Tetsu!” you hugged your boyfriend with regret before declining. “I already have plans today…”

or that one time when school ended and right when he turned to ask you if you wanted to walk home together, you were just… gone

you were becoming a Kuroko and he was worried

he tried to ask you about your behaviors but you always brushed him off or deflected the subject elsewhere

while he figured that he should wait before you were ready to tell him, he grew antsier as you grew busier and busier and had no time left for the two of you to hang out beyond just class

one day he decided to follow you using his lack of presence and unknowingly walked into the metaverse along with you

but he then sees your attire changed,

then some other people in costumes,

and weird monsters—

he was just standing behind a pillar the entire time and was waiting for the perfect time to go and confront you when you and the strange group encountered a hostile group of shadows and started battling like pros

his eyes were on you the entire time like: 👁🕳👁

you were so graceful, yet so fierce, and so badass—

after the whole battle, he sneaked up to you and tapped your shoulder for you to whirl around in complete shock

the other PT members were just as baffled about where he came from

Ryuji: “Quick, he’s an effin’ enemy shadow!”

Ann: “Ugh, Ryuji! Be quiet!”

Futaba: “Stuuuuupid, if he was a shadow I would’ve already alerted everyone.”

after Kuroko explains how he came over because he was worried about you as your boyfriend, everyone was gushing (Ryuji was salty that he doesn’t have a girlfriend still, and Yusuke was elated to have found his next art models)

after being sworn to secrecy and lowkey threatened by Haru and Makoto, Kuroko supports you from the shadows (ha ha, get it?)

he asks Riko to teach him how to do massages so he can massage your sore muscles after a rough metaverse run

it gives him more excuses to be with you and touch you and pamper you to his heart’s content

he may or may not have used massage times as an excuse to cuddle and smooch your neck and back

he sometimes asks you what his own “heart” looks like, and you assure him that he doesn’t have a palace because he’s the purest being ever

he pays more attention to the news regarding the PT and gets really worried when even the politicians get involved (you had to reassure him constantly)

he vibes super well with Joker because they’re the silent protagonists™️ with a sassy streak sometimes

he definitely bullies Ryuji, I can feel it

you actually teach him some of your own signature moves to help Kuroko develop new trump cards in future games (especially against Touou Academy)

he teaches you how to diminish your presence to sneak up on shadows even better than Joker’s ambushing

Kiyoshi Teppei

this sweet man is so attentive to you and your needs, even if you didn’t ask anything of him

so when you came to watch the game between Seirin and Kirisaki Daiichi, you were livid

he did not deserve this

even if you hated to watch the game, you stayed until the end, and after, you rushed to the lockers to check up on him

“Teppei! You idiot!” you were already tearing up. “You’re okay, right?”

you were holding his limbs and checking out all the wounds he was sporting

even when your boyfriend assured you, it went in one ear out the other

you were boiling in anger

he pinched your cheek

“I’m okay, (y/n).”

you grumbled and hesitatingly dropped the subject but that didn’t mean you wanted to drop the matter entirely

especially since you had the power to change other people’s hearts and their actions

but you didn’t want to bring it up to your PT members, since at first seemed more of a personal problem within the basketball matches rather than a widespread societal problem

that is, until Ryuji brought up that their own school’s basketball team got extremely roughed up and injured a couple weeks ago, but there were finally news of it coming out because the school tried to keep it quiet (but several students finally leaked the news out)

you then tentatively brought up about Seirin’s recent match

all of you guys did further research on the Kirisaki Daiichi basketball team’s history and you all found out how every basketball team they went against had their aces severely injured or taken out

time to change some hearts

mainly, the Kirisaki Daiichi starter players

luckily for you, Riko ordered Teppei to stay home for at least a few days to rest up before coming back to school, so you were free to do some thievery

you still visited Teppei’s home once or twice and brought snacks and balms (his grandparents love you)

so off the Phantom Thieves went, and you guys all went to work changing five hearts back to back

holy shit, their shadows in Mementos were just as brutal, all of them having their own special foul play or bad attitudes in some type of way even in combat (Yamazaki was the one who didn’t use foul play, but he had brute strength)

the PT succeeded in changing their hearts but got dark bruises and deep cuts in exchange

you in particular had it the worst

you took it upon yourself to play decoy/bait for all the shadows’s battles separately to let the other members finish it all of with All-Out-Attacks for each of them

you chuckled to yourself at how deja vu it all was to you, and you now kinda see what Teppei was talking about when he was willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of his friends

Haru was trying to wrap bandages on your forearms and lower biceps while Ann was applying alcohol to cuts on your legs and a few on your face

when you were treated, you were mostly fine, save for a few blue bruises peeking through everywhere and the abundance of white wraps around your limbs and a bandage or two plastered across your cheek

Joker ordered you to stay home for the next week, and you were fine with it; it would be way too suspicious to show up to school looking completely beaten up

so you were just chilling on the couch, flinching every now and then when your skin brushes over the fabric a little too fast or when your wounds touch anything, to be honest

meanwhile, Teppei was still at home recovering, but he pushed himself to at least be able to go to school starting the next day

day 2 crawled by, and now you’re really feeling the injuries now; everything was beyond sore and that didn’t even account for the natural exhaustion your body felt from coming back after a metaverse trip

in other words, you got double whammied and your body ached to move

you weren’t immobilized but you really preferred to sleep it off all day

you knew that at this time, Teppei would probably push himself to go to school today to see you, so you sighed before you reached for your phone

you texted Riko to tell Teppei that you had gotten sick IF he asked about you; you didn’t want to text Teppei directly because you knew he would immediately come over to your house and then see you in your state, but not letting anyone know where you were would send your poor boyfriend in a panic

you also didn’t want him to worry about you when he had his own body to worry about first

second day passed by without much incident surprisingly, and so you decided to check your phone to see a text from Riko from earlier:

I told Teppei not to bother you or visit you because you needed to recover without any distractions, and him coming over or texting you would just make you not get the rest you needed. Hope you get better soon!

Riko, the MVP

today’s the third day, and your wounds were still so obvious; Joker was right, you were gonna need at least a week

but being absent for a week was also suspicious in itself for student attendance

you heard a distinct knock knock on your house door and you knew you couldn’t avoid Teppei any longer

you shuffled yourself to the door, muttering a few curses of pain here and there before you quietly clicked the door open

when Teppei saw you littered in injuries, he was at first shocked, then confused, then heartbroken that you hid this all from him, and then furious

“Who did this to you?”

“I—uhhhhhhhhh—”

“... Why’d you hide this from me?”

he pushed the door further and let himself in, ignoring your weak protests

he gently scoops you up, gives you a forehead kiss, and walks you over to your room to gently place you on the edge of the bed; he settles himself on the floor beneath you

he looks up at you imploringly to tell him, his arms reaching up with his abnormally large hands to cup your cheeks, thumbing the bandaid on your cheek

“Please… tell me.”

he never uses pleas in these sorts of contexts because he’d feel like he would be pressuring/coercing you into doing something you weren’t comfortable with, but when he did, you knew he was serious, and your resolve easily crumbled

so you spent the rest of the day telling about your double life as the Phantom Thief while he hugged you from behind with his chin on your head

when you finished explaining the basic concepts and the steps to change a heart, Teppei grew silent until he said:

“You still haven’t told me where you got the bruises from.”

“Huh? Didn’t I just tell you that we have to literally battle shadow monsters to change people’s hearts?”

Teppei hums but he taps on the bandaid on your cheek

“You sound like you’ve been doing this for a while, yet this is the first time where you went absent from school, let alone sustain injuries to this degree.”

Shit, you were going to leave out stuff regarding the Kirisaki Daiichi, but sometimes, you forget that Teppei is actually quite sharp despite his oblivious demeanor

so you shyly confessed the rest of the events you hid from him, afraid of how he’ll react once he hears what they did in combat

“I see…” he trailed off, and you held your breath

“And from what you said, they’ll change?...”

you nodded and said, “They won’t be terrorizing any more basketball teams with their dirty plays.”

“That’s a relief,” he sighed. “Although…

I don’t like the idea of you being hurt by their hands.”

“Glad to know our feelings are mutual,” you dryly replied.

he gave a hearty laugh for the first time that day

“I guess so.”

first operation of business once you mostly recovered was to tell the PT that your boyfriend knew and how he came to know about them; everyone took it rather well once you explained yourself and trusted you to keep Teppei in check

thankfully, you don’t get those awful wounds again, but once in a while, when you do come in with a nasty bruise or two, Teppei comes into your house with takeout food and applies a bunch of ice packs for you

Aomine Daiki

you were really good at sports

like... really good at it

sometimes during PE, you would do random trickshots with the ball in the respective sport for the day, or you would do a rather skillful maneuvering to dodge incoming balls from other players, and Aomine LOVED watching his little significant other wiping the floor with your classmates

he, being way too excited at the possibility that you might actually be a challenge for him, challenged you to a one-on-one in basketball

on the street court, you moved as if you were one with the ball, guiding its course as you ducked under his protruding arm, sidestep him as you predicted his change of pace, doing really elaborate spins as you avoided him with ease

were you striking flamboyant poses every time you made a hoop??

he obviously won, but you gave him way too much trouble for someone who he hardly ever saw play basketball

“hey, were you secretly practicing basketball for years and you just never told me?”

you just shrugged and said that you sometimes played for fun with your relatives, but even Aomine, who’s a general idiot, didn’t 100% buy that reasoning

he first thought you were just a Kise 2.0 who had the natural talent to copy and learn from people really fast… but the more he thought about it, the more it didn’t make any sense

where the fuck would you copy a spin-duck-juke-flip combo move? those movements were nowhere close to the orthodox forms of any sport

one day, while he was still thinking about you on the rooftop, he called Momoi

“Oi, Satsuki, research up my (y/n), yeah?”

after being startled out of her wits that he directly asked her for a favor, she went right to work, closely examining you during PE for the next few days

meanwhile, Aomine has just been poking and prodding about where you learned those moves (spoiler alert: he was clinging onto you and draping his lanky arms all over you to get you to fess up)

Momoi’s results: you were extremely agile and nimble like Aomine but you had a huge streak in creativity and craftiness, especially when outsmarting your “opponent”

you were pretty good at balancing your phantom thief life, love life, and school life (you always finished up homework during school, Aomine always naps up the rooftop in the evening and you had the free time to leave for your PT time)

however, when Aomine started getting clingier because he was so damn curious about you, you were no longer able to slip away and use the excuse of “I have a particular schedule and curfew because of my family” because he’d insist he’ll walk you

you then had the idea to let him walk you to your house first, then wait until he leaves, and then go meet up with the PT gang

it worked for a couple weeks, but the added physical work of walking to your home, and waiting for him to leave, and then you dashing to the hideout to make it on time really leaves you beyond exhausted especially after you go on dungeon grinds

in other words, you started sleeping in class a lot and slept on Aomine during lunchtime at the rooftop (which he at first did NOT complain)

he only really started being suspicious when you out-slept him; he’d always wake up in the evenings just to see you still snoozing

you overslept one evening and when you straightened yourself awake and checked your time, you visibly paled and in a panic, grabbed your bag and booked it without a goodbye

you forgot about a confused Aomine who was right next to you

as you dashed to your destination, he was right behind you, worried about what exactly happened that got you so distressed

you headed to a particular coffee shop in Yongen-Jaya (don’t worry, Touou Academy is located in Tokyo as well), and when you sharply rounded a corner, you activated the metaverse app, accidentally sucking in a trailing Aomine

“Wow,” Aomine whistled, after recovering from his shock from seeing you in a more extravagant/raunchier attire. “Babe, you look great.”

you inwardly sighed

out of all things, the first thing on his mind was how you looked, and definitely not the fact that the atmosphere was all distorted

“Daiki, sit tight… I’ll be back.” you pushed a protesting bluehead out of the metaverse before you turned to your PT friends who were watching the ordeal silently

“This looks like deja vu, doesn’t it Mona.”

“Ugh, I still haven’t forgotten what you did, Ryuji.”

“Lady Ann, I would never handle you like that—”

“Liar.”

you all did business as usual, and you asked Joker if you could at least explain to your boyfriend the basic going-ons; he nodded

the next day after the information sunk into Aomine’s dense head, he still wanted to see you in your phantom thief outfit (you smacked his arm)

still, it finally explained why you were unbelievably nimble

from now on, every free time you had together, he drags you to the court to play one-on-one’s; he might even practice and pick up some of your own moves to use in his games

when you’re exhausted (quite often), he always offers up his shoulder for you to sleep on, or even better, lets you sit between his legs as you lean against his chest, cradled between his arms

after Aomine dumps off his old porn mags to Ryuji, they suddenly become best friends JWBWITBWJ jk, but in all honesty, Aomine was surprised to see Ryuji expressing the same level of passion (about track) like Aomine does for basketball (apparently Yusuke’s passion for art flies over Aomine’s head because “I don’t get it, they’re just scribbles”)

you guys may or may not teach each other different parkour moves, just for fun

Midorima Shintarou

when you first met him, he found it super odd that you didn’t find his obsession with oha asa off-putting at all

sure, you raised a brow when you first found out, but you never really joked about it nor did you seem to care right after

“Is that your lucky charm today, Midorima?” indicating to his ziplock of herbs

“Yes.” he adjusted his frames “Today is an average day for cancers like me, nanodayo”

“Okay”

“Okay?” he thought, caught off guard not only at the fact that you were the first person to bring up that it was a lucky item in a conversation, but you being so casually accepting as well

usually people ask him the more logical question what the hell he was holding rather than if what he had was a lucky item

he chastised himself for overthinking, he probably had a particular reputation and thought rumors spread to most people about his oddities, and that you weren’t an exception

in truth, you saw way more concerning things than some green haired boy holding a phone book around

in other words, the only way to really make you shook is to just pull out something scarier than all those shadows from the metaverse

besides, Joker has a few weird inventory items of his own: moonlight carrots, random accessories and weird trinkets as weapons and gears… you name it, he’s got it all

honestly, Midorima just reminded you of Joker in terms of both of them having the weirdest items but then turning out to be unexpectedly useful sometimes, and you’re just really amused

Midorima would probably start crushing on you once he was panicking because he thought he was careless when losing his lucky item (in reality: Takao decided to fuck around with him), and after you noticed his visible distress, you offered your dried squid (which you coincidentally packed for lunch today as a snack)

you heard him mumbling about where the squid was and so you handed him your package and asked him if this was the lucky item for today

once he quickly nodded, you tossed it him and said that it was his to take

Midorima was sputtering, oh no

he’s fallen and he can’t get up

after beating the ever living shit out of Takao, he’d reluctantly confess that he’s “interested” in you; Takao got the memo and cackled

next few weeks pass by with you two making small talk before class and during breaks, with a snickering Takao always nearby

Takao, being wingman, invites you to watch a Shutoku home game (cue Midorima staring daggers)

so you showed up, and boy you were SHOOK

no shadow would ever be able to do some accurate shots and aiming like that

so it kind of became a ritual of yours to go to the home games whenever you can (if PT activities didn’t interfere), plus you’d figure Joker would do something similar to learn skills useful for the PT

so you decided to observe the team (mainly Midorima) and maybe watch their moves to see if you can apply them to battle

oh, why is he so good-looking even when he’s especially sweaty and—

Midorima will never admit it, but he always looks for your face when he walks into the court before he relaxes

“Shin-chan, looking for your lover?”

“Shut up, Takao.”

but his blushing gives him away so badly and Takao keeps busting out laughs, holding his stomach

your presence kinda became Midorima’s new lucky charm for the games

and you two got closer now that you had new topics to talk about (basketball and other hobbies)

it was only until Midorima asked about what you did in your free time that you stopped and just went silent, caught off guard that he was interested in your life beyond school

“Uhhhhhhh…” you couldn’t tell him you steal hearts on the downlow

“I just… do a lot of volunteering”

“Is that so, nanodayo.” he didn’t deliver it as a question, as he narrowed his eye at your reaction (where you were generally normally collected)

one day after school, when Midorima went to go look for you, he found you with Joker

and you looked very close with him

jealousy as green as his moppy hair reared its ugly head and he didn’t know whether to approach you or leave you be… until Takao pushed him from behind

“O-oi!”

“Ah, Midorima! There you are! I was waiting for you!” you called him over, while Joker was silently assessing the green-haired man from the glint of his frames

he awkwardly headed over to you, and you introduced Midorima and Joker together and you told Mido that Joker was a really good friend and coworker

“You work, nanodayo?”

wait wait wait shit that was a bad slipup—

“(y/n) works with me sometimes on several odd jobs around Tokyo—”

“A-and I volunteer afterwards!...”

Joker gives you a look of exasperation and “you suck ass at lying, holy crap”

you wanted to slowly introduce your crush to your PT friends, so you did, every week, you’d ask each one/two to come to Shutoku where you’d introduce them to Midorima

Midorima is secretly happy that you’re opening up about your personal life to him, although he constantly gets a naggy feeling that something wasn’t right, especially when your “friends” kept acting weird sometimes when he asked the specific questions of:

“Do you guys always hang out?”

“Where do you guys even meet up if I never saw (l/n) with you anywhere near Shutoku?”

“How’d you guys meet?”

“How long have you been friends?”

oh no, this was gonna go south for you fast

thankfully, your friends were decent actors (Ann, not you)

Midorima really vibes with Yusuke’s wavelength, and Yusuke praises Midorima for “his expression of art through the use of his lucky charms”

Midorima feels weirdly happy that someone for the first time is unabashedly praising him about his superstitions LMAO

anywho, so you and Midorima were kind of in the “more than friends” situation as time went on, but he was still frustrated that he wasn’t exactly “close” to you emotionally; he knew you were hiding something from him

one day, you stopped coming to his games for 4 consecutive games

Midorima is kind of dying

he’s dying and really scared that you’re not into him or he did something wrong, but he’d rather die than ever admit it

one day you approached him really nervously, and ask him to come with you to an area in Shibuya aND HE THINKS YOU’RE GONNA BREAK UP WITH HIM EVEN THOUGH YOU GUYS AREN’T EVEN OFFICIAL

you start apologizing at the fact that you couldn’t come to his games and Midorima insisted it wasn’t a problem (yes it was, he was so stressed)

actually, for the past few weeks you were hoping your PT gang would approve Midorima and later on you hoped to tell him about your thievery with your friends’ approvals

you bring him to your PT gang and from there all of you explained what you all did, confessed what you all were hiding, etc. (they trusted him as per your begging and pleas)

you told Midorima that you couldn’t make his games recently because of those PT activities

he thought you all just lost it and he thought you were mixed up with some crackhead junkies and tried to pull your arm to leave ASAP

but Joker just gives a smirk before he activated the metanav and sucked everyone in

Midorima’s reaction is like Makoto’s when she first witnessed the metaverse

after the whole ordeal and him digesting the information, from that point on, he gives you small lucky items/charms and makes you take them along in your inventories “just in case” but we all know it’s because he’s worried for your safety

oh and you officially became a couple ( ˘ ³˘)♥

bonus: you pester Midorima to teach you how to “shoot” more accurately/farther to help with your PT battles especially in throwing projectiles like *model* daggers and shurikens

he gets along best with Yusuke and Makoto

Akashi Seijuro

so in this au, the PT gang more or less goes to Rakuzan with you or at least goes to a school near yours in Kyoto

this headcanon also takes place shortly after “Last Game,” so his “Oreshi” side reigns

so since the o.g. PT originated in a Kyoto school (in this AU, rather than Shujin Academy), Akashi, as student council president, had more or less heard it from the principal to be wary of this similar “prank” with other kids, and to give harsher discipline if anyone was caught doing so

honestly Akashi thought these people were really over-reacting to mere rumors, but he’ll do what he’s gotta do to maintain order at school

nothing escapes this guy’s eye, literally

he noticed how you’re paying more attention to any nearby conversations that mention the key phrase, “phantom thieves”

“Darling, is something the matter?”

“Oh, sorry, I was just curious in what they were saying,” you said, tugging his hand with yours as you walked on ahead

you weren’t lying at the moment, his eye didn’t see any signs that you often did when you do lie

you knew being a phantom thief while dating THE Akashi Seijuro was a suicide mission but you literally prayed to fucking Igor that your acting skills were sufficient enough in getting past his radar (you asked Joker to help you with this; never ask Ann for acting tips)

Joker suggested for you to try to give half truths, and when you give whole truths, to make them vague and casual enough

for the next month, it was all fine, Akashi hadn’t suspect a thing and things were going uphill for the phantom thieves as well

your group was getting coverage from even the big news channels

but if something grows popular, there’s bound to be gossip, malicious slander, and lies

Akashi was just getting overwhelmed by requests from administration and faculty to try to control the students’ enthusiasm for the PT and deter their efforts in openly showing support

of course, you help him with his paperwork often

you’re just reading all these papers and you’re trying to stifle your laughs

“What’s so funny, love?” he teased, eyes narrowing affectionately at you

“They’re just really ridiculous.” you were honestly dying at the fact that some kids think the PT members were super spy agents from abroad sent to undermine society

and he had to admit, they were, and he responded with a light chuckle of his own

the next day, while you two were cooped up in the student council room to sort through papers, a female student timidly walked into the room and asked for help specifically from Akashi

a PE teacher was allegedly touching female students, and she happened to be one of the victims; none of the adults took her seriously so she hoped Akashi would appeal to them

you were next to him, gritting your teeth and digging your nails into your palms as you were hearing this scared girl being forced to turn to another peer because she couldn’t get help from any adults around

Akashi vows to make her request his top priority and you swore you found another reason to love this redhead of yours

as soon as the student left, Akashi squeezed your shoulder to comfort you and you put your own hand over his, squeezing it back

“Don’t worry. Leave it to me, my love.”

you smiled, although in your head, you’re planning to tell this to the PT to settle this in a different manner

mission success, you changed the heart of the teacher and news spread like wildfire in Rakuzan once he confessed and turned himself in

everyone hailed Akashi as a hero, since the female student thought he must’ve did something

Akashi might’ve talked to some other teachers to convince them to speak out the other day, but he didn’t do anything to warrant such a drastic change in the perpetrator’s behavior

he frowned; you were the only one with him at the time the student asked for help

as more news of PT pop up, this incident was too convenient to call it a coincidence

it’s time that the two you had a talk

as he walked briskly around campus, trying to look for you, he noticed you and the PT gang together; he’s seen them around with you for the longest time and knew they were your friends, and none of them raised any alarms in his head… until now

“Hey, (y/n), are you sure it was okay to change his heart right after you heard that student’s request?”

“Yusuke, I… know it’d look really conspicuous considering the surge in news coverage,” you started. “But the point of us starting this thing was to help others in need! If we’re just waiting around to keep a low cover just for our own convenience, then what’s the point of being Phantom Thieves?”

Akashi stopped in his place, amazed at your resolve

“... Shall we finish the rest of the Memento requests?” a deep voice rang out, belonging to a certain ravenette, Joker

everyone nods, a unanimous decision

the metanav activates, and Akashi immediately noticed the change in atmosphere

he tried to escape it but once it activated, it already pulled him in

the PT members don’t notice him and they walked a few meters ahead onto the tracks, until Futaba cried out that there was a strong shadow

“Guys, careful! Powerful shadow detected right at the entrance of Mementos!”

“Bwah?—that’s impossible!” Morgana hopped to try to look at Futaba’s screen

as everyone runs back to the location, you gasped

“A-Akashi?”

no… there were two Akashi’s, one of them the real person, and the other his shadow

Akashi looks completely lost; it was like facing his “other” dominant self again except it wasn’t in his mind

it was real

“I thought we decided to become one again,” Akashi calmly spoke to his other self

“We have… but a part of you is hesitant to accept the new side that embodies both sides of the same coin that is you.”

“Isn’t that your significant other, (y/n)?” Makoto whispered, and you could only nod as your throat became dry

“Shouldn’t we help him?—” Haru started

“No,” you quietly whispered

it was something he needed to confront alone

Joker nods in understanding as everyone continued to watch, ready to jump in to help in case something goes awry

“You’re still afraid,” his shadow continued. “You still feel the guilt from how you treated others when you were me.”

Akashi said nothing, not denying a single thing the shadow said

“You’re correct, and while I am still wary of you,” he began. “I’m no longer alone. I have friends and a special someone to protect, and they would do the same for me.”

“What if you end up hurting them again? Maybe you’ll hurt your precious lover,” his shadow taunted

“Then they can deal with me however they see fit,” Akashi spoke with resolve. “Until then, I will be someone who will carry himself with dignity and share kindness with others like a true king.”

long story short, Akashi became a persona user after the iconic “I am thou, thou art I” monologue

Akashi took the pain of attaining the persona like a badass with such calmness; the only indication that gave away the fact that he was in pain was that he collapsed onto a knee and winced as he held his head with one hand, the other hand on the floor to stabilize himself

his mask would be like an extravagant masquerade ball mask, with three long, pointy feathers attached to the right side of the mask to give Akashi the silhouette that he’s wearing a tiny crown on the side of his head

Akashi’s attire would definitely have a blazer cape and a simple earring similar to Howl’s from Howl’s Moving Castle; lots of mahogany/burgundy/scarlet + browns color schemes

imagine after an All-Out-Attack, Akashi’s finishing screen says “My Orders Are Absolute” as you hear his voice say “Lower your head” over that

at first, Morgana suggested the codename as “King,” and while it would make sense, Makoto was already “Queen” and you rejected that idea on the spot for obvious reasons

Yusuke was very occupied gushing dramatically over Akashi’s PT outfit and how the colors just worked so well together with his hair too, and he suggested the name “Crimson” or “Scarlet”

it stuck (you can choose which you like better)

while Akashi isn’t an official member of the PT, he’s informed just as much as the official members, and he goes when he feels like the mission is a bit more dangerous than usual in order to protect you ｡•́‿•̀｡

he and Makoto would get along well since they’re both student council presidents and both love to strategize

however, Akashi is different; while Makoto analyzes shadow weaknesses, moves, and potential item drops, he provides position strategies since he noticed everyone just kind of stands adjacent to each other and directly in front of the enemy shadows

he likes to apply basketball systems of defense/offense depending on the situation of ambush to fully utilize each member’s abilities (like how he does with Rakuzan’s team)

once Joker introduces Akashi to Akechi and Hifumi, he’s over the moon

Akechi and Akashi are so similar in wit and personality (Bokushi side though, not as much the current Akashi) that Joker thinks he made the mistake of introducing two formidable figures together

he’s very impressed with Hifumi, and although he’ll still win the shogi matches against her, he acknowledges her as the best challenge he’s had since a long time

you were kinda jealous that he was spending a lot of time with Hifumi playing back-to-back matches but he made it up to you with cuddles

you and Akashi are the power couple™️

imagine yours and Akashi’s showtime together !!

End Note: howdy there! if you would like to see more persona 5/knb crossover headcanons, just submit over names of other knb characters you would like to see this particular headcanon for hehe

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ary-se · 4 years

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Heater || Juza/Reader

wrote this in a rush before pulling in buzama banner,, was super busy so it slipped off my mind:---) if i still don't get him, at least he actually comes home in this fic,, but in a completely different sense so i don't think it counts ;-((((

edit: game is still on itaru banner but hey,, gotta do it early 😌✌

word count: 2.5k

"I'm home." Juza muttered under his breath, softly closing the door behind him as to not make any noise. He greeted to no one, being completely aware that he would not receive any sort of response in return, knowing to himself that he got home hours late compared to the time he usually arrives.

Slipping off his shoes that you got him for his promotion half a year ago, he gingerly placed them next to your own pair of heels that you used nearly everyday for work, subconsciously remembering that it was the same pair he bought you for your birthday. In the back of his mind, he wondered when was the last time he stayed silent as he entered his own home, waiting for somebody else to welcome him back before he finally decides to announce his own appearance.

During the first weeks of moving in together, it was hard for you to tell whenever Juza got home—almost every action of his barely made noise whatsoever, right from his numerous attempts on unlocking the door with his own set of keys down to his footsteps as he walks to the living room. It wasn't wrong to say that it kind of felt like an innocent child trying to sneak in somebody else's house, but in reality that wasn't the case at all. That time, your only basis of knowing when he arrives is the time he leaves work and how long it took for him to drive home.

"You better say you're home when you get back from work next time! That way I don't get a heart attack when I see you out of nowhere!" You lightly scolded him once, the panic still completely evident in your features. It was when you were preparing both of your lunches for the next day—you were too deep in thought while keeping yourself busy that turning around and bumping your head directly to his chest nearly made you scream. It didn't exactly help when you learned a few questions later that he has been standing behind you for a few minutes already.

"...Sorry." He quietly apologized, not knowing what else to say right after you reprimanded him. It wasn't his intention to make you feel that way—the reason why he never tried to make anyone acknowledge his presence in the first place is because he didn't want to be a bother. That was why when he realized that you were getting concerned over an issue that he was unconsciously avoiding for the longest time, he already started to weigh the consequences of his own actions.

Juza is so used to putting himself down, degrading his own existence—it was to the point that the notion of other people aside from his family openly welcoming his presence was such a foreign concept to him. If he was being completely honest, he does not have the slightest idea on how he is supposed to feel when that happens, and he doesn't like it one bit. Juza wants to be able to at least show that he is more than capable of feeling appreciation, gratitude like normal people do, however his mindset built from constant self-humiliation holds him back from doing so.

While Juza does not exactly find the thought of his presence being acknowledged as something he is comfortable with, it's an idea he would gladly take pleasure in—as much as possible, he prefers to get used to it, especially if it meant being able to indulge himself into the simple joys of life with you by his side.

From that moment forward, there wasn't a day when he doesn't utter the words "I'm home".

For the first few times, the words were undeniably stiff and iffy coming from his own lips. He sounded incredibly awkward, as if he was forced into saying those particular words. After a week or two, you told him that he doesn't have to say it every time if he really is uncomfortable—you were starting to feel guilty that you had a momentary outburst over something that truly didn't matter in the end. It wasn't even a problem to begin with; there was nothing to fix, so why were you making a big deal out of it?

"No, it's fine." Juza simply shakes his hand in response, rubbing circles to the small of your back to reassure you that he totally meant what he said. His expression gradually steeled into determination as he answered, a huge contrast to his hesitant features from earlier. It was as if he is completely resolved to improve himself even in the smallest ways possible, a way of paying you back for your consideration and patience towards him despite his reputation. Juza believes he still doesn't deserve that kind of treatment from you no matter how many times you comforted him, saying that wasn't the case at all.

Soon enough, Juza was able to say those words comfortably—they roll out from his tongue much more easily than before, as if he has been saying it his whole life. Those words were always spoken out the moment he steps in the house, admittedly expectant of the usual "Welcome back!" from you.

That small exchange became the norm whenever the both of you were back from work. It may appear trivial to other people due to how common those pleasantries are between people who live together, but it held an important meaning to the both of you. It somehow signified the moment you opened up to each other, which was beyond the act of sharing secrets and making memories together—it was far from that. The change of the dynamic between the two of you after that was almost indistinguishable, but it's definitely there. And you're absolutely sure he noticed it, too.

He said those words so much and so often that he soon made a habit out of it. After some time, it didn't really matter to him if you responded or not—the latter solely implies that you were already fast asleep, which normally happens when he comes home late like today.

Juza took off his coat and slowly hung it on the rack, carefully tiptoeing his way to the dark as to not make any unnecessary noise. He prepared himself for the moment he is going to shiver from the room temperature—it is often cold downstairs in the middle of the night, Juza is painfully aware of this because of his occasional snacking on sweets whenever he wakes up during the ungodly hours. That happens more often than he would like to admit, and although he tries to keep quiet about his midnight kitchen raids, you will find out the next morning anyways.

Really... how would it not be awfully obvious, when you swore that you brought home a dozen of cupcakes from work without eating a single piece, only for half of them to suddenly disappear the moment you wake up?

Juza didn't fail to notice how the floor was unusually warm in the middle of the night, the current room temperature more comfortable than he anticipated. The heater isn't supposed to be turned on around this time—that rule is applicable to all of the rooms in the house except the master bedroom, that is.

Did you forget to turn it off before going to sleep?

He let out a curious hum as he approached the dining room. This was one of the rare days when he was too tired to even think of getting some sweets from the fridge—he should turn off the heater first before he retires for the night by your side. That was his only plan, at least not until he picked up soft, muffled voices from the living room. He doesn't recall you texting him earlier about having any visitors, and even if you did, it still doesn't make sense when all the lights were turned off.

Puzzled, he took a peek at the living room in order to figure out what was going on, his confusion getting the best of him.

To Juza's surprise, the voices he heard were coming from the television. It was running the old season of a variety show that he recalled got you way too invested, you eventually felt the need to record all of its episodes during the weekdays. It was the same series you binge watch every Friday night when you're off work with nothing to worry about for the next day.

Most of the time, if not all, Juza joins in your marathon just for the sake of it, and as time passes he unwittingly gets as engrossed as you. It was to the extent that his normal sleeping schedule that he has miraculously maintained for years started to get messed up during weekends. Gradually losing track of time, he always stayed up with you to watch all the recent episodes non-stop, at least that was the case until the last recording finishes playing. Almost every marathon ends with the both of you being panicky despite the sleepiness invading your systems, dawning into the unfortunate realization that the sun is about to rise in a few hours.

You were asleep on the sofa, your body using up majority of the space as you faced the dimly-lit screen. The soft breathings were barely audible, your chest rising and falling rhythmically with the low-volumed beats of the advertisement running on the television. You wore your pair of oversized purple polka-dotted pajamas, the ones you claimed that were definitely not your favorite—pretty doubtful however, considering that you always wore that specific pair of pajamas first and foremost whenever you finish doing the laundry.

The locks of your hair splayed messily on the throw pillows behind you, your figure tightly hugging a certain bolster pillow that Juza swore you brought downstairs from the master bedroom. You didn't fall asleep on purpose, which was apparent from one of your arms awkwardly stretching over your head, your hand dangling on the side of the sofa.

Juza shook his head in resignation. You're going to complain about your shoulder being stiff tomorrow if you stay that way, idiot.

He silently went his way towards your side, fully intent on fixing your position so he would be able to properly carry you to your side of the bed, all while doing his best not to disturb you on your peaceful slumber. Before he could do any of that however, he stopped right in front of your resting figure, kneeling eye-level to your face as he closely observed your relaxed expression.

The soft glow of the television highlighted every contour on your features. The wrinkles between your eyebrows were growing more prominent from the emotional strain you were experiencing at times. Just a few nights ago, Juza recalled you ranting to him about the things that happened to you at work, the frustration in your voice clearly building up as you spoke. The same wrinkles on your forehead creased, your eyebrows digging deeper in every single word you uttered. It wasn't like you to blow up, so Juza figured it was something serious—he will still listen to you either way, regardless if what you'll say is of great importance, or just pure nonsense that came out of nowhere.

You need a good rest, the stress was clearly taking a toll on you—you deserve to take a break more than he does. That was why the last thing he expected to see today is you waiting for him.

Juza sighed. It wasn't necessary for you to do this.

He already texted you that he was most likely going home late due to mishaps in his workplace, which was indirectly a gentle reminder that you did not have to wait for him to come home. Juza always got home in a particular hour so whenever he had to work overtime, the unavoidable guilt always weighed heavily in his chest. He appreciates the fact that you always understood his actions, no matter what the reason was behind it.

"You didn't have to wait." Juza immediately told you as soon as he saw you still downstairs—it was when he got home late for the first time. That time, you also fell asleep in the living room while waiting for him to come back with your phone on your chest—you left the screen turned on by accident, displaying the text messages you and Juza shared. There was a recent message of him telling you to go to sleep, though it remained unread as you were out like a light before you even had the chance to see it.

"I know." You replied drowsily, your tone impulsively confident as if it is the most obvious thing in the world. Juza sent you an inquisitive gaze as you yawned on the sofa, stretching your arms to relieve the soreness of your body from falling asleep in another odd position. Your sleep-addled brain refused to let you think of a good response despite all that, so with all of your remaining energy that night, you gave him a lazy smile as you peeked at him through your drooping eyelids. "But I wanted to."

Your sincere but somehow dopy response told him that this wouldn't be the last time you'll be doing this—he is positive you'll attempt to stay awake if he is once again unable to leave work on time. If he was being completely honest, he felt bad whenever you did that—it wasn't his intention to trouble you by sacrificing hours of sleep for him, which he was sure you definitely needed.

That simple act that you did so often didn't make him less grateful of your patience towards him. If anything, it just gave him more reasons to love you, even though the list is already longer than necessary, ranging from your tiniest, adorable habits to the considerate, thoughtful personality of yours—it was frankly a complete difference to how you managed to draw him in by brute force.

Juza knew right from the start how stubborn you were when it comes to things that mattered to you, so whenever he has to go home late, he is subconsciously aware that you'll pay no heed on what he said about not having to wait for him. Even though that's the case, every time he arrives really late at night, your sleeping figure always manages to catch him off-guard.

"You didn't have to wait." Juza whispered, a soft smile crawling its way onto his lips. His hand instinctively reached out to your cheek, something he typically did before he goes to sleep every night. A part of him was unwilling to pull away, his touch lingering much longer than usual—he stayed like that for a few more moments, barely noticing your free hand extending to his.

"Juza?"

Your eyed opened, clearly in a daze as you stared at him absentmindedly. He only hummed in acknowledgement, observing your eyes shining from the brightness of the television screen. Despite waking up moments ago, you still find it in yourself to lace your fingers together with his, your expression crinkling from the beam forming on your lips. "Welcome back."

He gives your hand a light squeeze. "I'm home."

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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Something Just Like This - CH24

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

Warnings: A tad NSFW

WC: 4495

SERIES MASTERLIST

Y/N’s getting herself ready in the bathroom, had waited until Dean was finished because she wanted to have the bathroom to herself and also because Dean has never seen the dress and she kind of wants to see his reaction to it. Although he says that he doesn’t really care what she wears anyway because at the end of the day, he’s got to take it off her body, and she can’t understand how he can be so blunt and says things like that with a straight face while she blushes like a tomato.

The dress’ color is maroon. Mainly because Dean thinks all shades of red suit her. Well no, actually he said he likes the blush in her cheeks and the red of her ass when he spanks her. She takes it, though. Went out to find a dress and found one that she could even actually afford with her own money but she still made Dean pay for it. Even though it bothers her a lot but officially, she still doesn’t really have a job and he doesn’t think she has any income so Dean has given Y/N her own credit card once and said that she shouldn’t worry about spending too much but still, she rarely uses it.

She’s seen Dean when he got out of the bathroom, already looking all dapper and ridiculously hot in his smoking. And really it’s not fair. He has no business looking that good, no one does. She thinks she’ll never get used to how good he looks and the guy’s not even trying! There are days when he rolls out of bed like he just came home from a photoshoot and it’s frustrating to say the least because when she rolls out of bed she looks like a truck ran her over while she was sleeping. Several times at least.

This is only the second time she’s going to an event as his date and she’s nervous because other than last time, this time they’re really going as a couple. She is kind of a little scared of the women there because obviously nobody will think that she’ll deserve someone as good looking as Dean. And she can’t even blame them. Even though it’s not only about looks but she thinks that she also doesn’t deserve someone as sweet and caring as Dean, so there’s that.

“Are you ready? The limousine is waiting!” He calls in from outside, he must be standing at the kitchen counter, nervously looking at the watch on his wrist, she doesn’t know why but she can picture him getting antsy.

“No?” She shouts out, because she’s not.

“Jesus Christ.” Dean mutters under his breath and it’s not particularly loud but she hears it nonetheless.

“I can hear you!” She calls out from the bathroom.

“Good!”

She can hear him pace around in the living room. The heels of his dress shoes click loudly on the hardwood floor. She can hear how the sound is getting fainter. He probably goes into his office, most likely he’s trying to catch up on things until she’s ready.

Ten minutes later Dean walks towards the bedroom again, she can hear his steps. “We really need to go!”

No baby, no sweetheart. Not even mentioning her name. He’s grumpy as can be and she thinks it’s cute.

“Relax, I’m ready!” She shouts out, walks out of the bathroom and switches off the light of the bathroom on her way out.

To her surprise, Dean’s sitting on the bed, waiting for her.

Y/N smiles and she sees his jaw dropping just a little as she comes to stand before him.

He places his hands on her waist, fingers spanning over her lower back. He really can make her feel so small.

Dean looks up at her with a spark in his eyes. “You look super hot.”

She has to laugh, “Awe, and there I thought you’d say I’m pretty.”

“You are. It’s just... you’re super hot too!” He sneaks his hand down and below the skirt of her dress, kneads her ass, making her bite down on her bottom lip.

“Can I kiss you or will I have lipstick all over?”

“It’s kiss proof.”

“Come on, gotta test that,” He grins, and motions with his head for her to bend down to him. His hands still rests on her ass.

She bends down, her hands braced on his broad shoulders as she kisses him, and it isn’t long until it grows heavier, like it always does with them. It builds up so fast it makes her head spin. She parts, comes up for air and stands back up because if she doesn’t, they won’t get there on time.

Dean’s hand sneaks to the front, rubs at her clit, she’s getting embarrassingly wet already. Before she knows it, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down.

“Hey!”

He looks at her like he doesn’t understand her outrage.

“What are you doing?” Y/N hisses at him.

Dean grins his stupid cocky grin and he lets her step out of them, holds them out against her dress, as if he compares the colors. It matches because she made sure of it.

Bunching up the fabric, he puts it into the front pocket of his smoking jacket. “I’m using it as my pocket square. So we’ll match.”

The smile on his face is incredibly big.

***

“Who’s gonna be there?” She asks as they were sitting in the back of the limousine. Her hand is in Dean’s. She starts to sweat a little, an indication that she is getting nervous. He’s not, because he’s used to such big events. She doesn’t think it’s fair that he’s so relaxed.

“Cas and Gabe will definitely be there. Maybe Ash, too. I don’t think you know the rest.”

“Great.” She huffs out before she looks out the window, watches as they pass streetlamps before she turns towards Dean again. “Can’t we just stay in?”

He chuckles, spreads his arms and she cozies herself up against his chest. “Come on, sweetheart, we just get this over with and then leave as soon as we can.” He kisses her temple, “I’ll stay by your side, I promise. If I have to leave you for whatever reason, you’re allowed to annoy the hell out of Cas.”

“I like Cas!”

“You like to get on his nerves.”

She laughs because it’s true. “He’s so easy to wind up.”

Dean laughs with her, “I know.” His hands grab her, maneuvering her over his lap so she’s straddling him.

She punches at his chest, “Dean! Your pants! I don’t wear any panties.”

Dean raises an eyebrow at her, as if to say Do I look like I care before he pulls her down for a kiss. He wants to distract her, she knows and strangely, it works.

After a while Dean comes to his senses about her warning him that she didn’t wear panties so he drops her next to him but keeps on kissing her. His hands sneak under her skirt, fingers rubbing at her clit.

“Dean,” She says but he doesn’t stop, to be fair, she didn’t really say stop, enjoys it too much. He sinks two fingers in easily, she’s soaked by now, while he keeps on thumbig at her clit.

“We’re here Mr. Winchester.” The driver could be heard via the car's own speaker. They have rolled up the divider when they got in. In hindsight, a good call, because that would have been embarrassing.

“Awe, guess we’ll have to finish you later, baby.” Dean grins, kisses her again and she lets out a frustrating groan.

Dean licks his fingers clean, kisses her one last time while she tries to right her dress before they get out. He leaves first, waits by the door and holds out a hand for her to take.

“What is Crowley’s fundraising for?” She whispers as they walk beside each other, her arm around his.

“As far as I know him, it’ll most likely be his own pocket.” Dean’s voice is low and he keeps up the smile on his face. “But officially I think it’s for a children’s hospital.”

“Great.”

“Okay, here we go, ready?” They round up a corner and there’s a big door that leads to a ballroom.

“No?”

“That’s the spirit.” Dean chuckles and leads her towards Crowley and his men.

There’s someone standing with his back turned to them who’s talking to Crowley. The posture of the man looks kind of familiar.

Dean and her approach the group and she hopes that Crowley’s not pissed at her anymore.

“Winchester!” Crowley greets Dean, interrupting the other man’s speech which she thinks Crowley didn’t really listen to in the first place, because Crowley looked kind of bored when they approached.

“Crowley,” Dean greets him, extends a hand for a handshake.

In that moment, the man with his back to them turns around and it’s like the floor has been swept from under her feet. Suddenly, her heart starts to beat out of her chest, she thinks she’s starting to hyperventilate and clutches to Dean for support. She feels nauseous and close to fainting. Dean couldn’t have missed it, puts a hand around her waist, helps her by holding her up.

“You remember Y/N, don’t you?” Dean asks Crowley and she knows that he’s only doing it out of courtesy, probably wishes that he could lead her away more than introducing her to Crowley. Dean holds her a little tighter, he probably wants to get this over with as quick as he can.

She tries to keep herself together, smiling and extends a hand to Crowley. He takes it, kisses the back of her hand. “How could I forget,” Crowley says with a grin and then he adds, “Fool me once, right?”

She pretends to laugh.

When Crowley steps back, he signals for his entourage to come over.

Shit shit shit. It’s him. It’s really him!

She stands beside Dean, her hands not wanting to let go of his arm and he knows that something’s up because she usually isn’t like this.

He pulls her to the side, and turns his back on Crowley as Crowley’s people approach. “What is it? You’re shaking. And don’t tell me that everything’s okay.”

“It’s,” She starts, trying to find the right word, “Remember the stalker I once told you about?”

“How could I forget? Still wanna kill that motherfucker.” Dean hisses grumpily.

“Yeah, anyway, that’s the stalker right there. Next to Crowley.”

“What?” Dean’s voice is loud. And then he tilts his head to peek over his shoulder. “Who? Cain?”

Y/N didn’t want to say his name in case she was wrong but now she has the confirmation. “Yes. That’s him.”

“Fucking Christ.” Dean curses, rubbing at his face with the hand that’s not helping to hold her up. “I can’t kill that guy. Not now anyway, but believe me as soon as I get a chan—”

“—I didn’t say you have to kill him, Dean. Just, be aware? Don’t leave me tonight.”

“Not when I can avoid it.” Dean growls, then pulls her close, kisses her forehead. “We can give him a show, though.”

“And make him angry? Right. Do you think it’s wise to make a stalker mad?”

“Well, maybe he has given up on stalking you and is now maybe happily married?”

She lowers her face, looks to the floor. “I hope so.”

He pushes his finger beneath her chin, making her look up to him. “I got you, alright?”

She nods as Dean kisses her, longer than he should because Crowley’s already clearing his throat audibly.

“Right, we should take a seat.” Crowley says, “You two are sitting with me. And Dean, you’ve met Cain.” Crowley says and Cain extends his hands, Dean hesitates at first but then he takes it because Dean’s a professional. Of course he is. “Y/N, darling, this is Cain.” Crowley introduces her to Cain. She acts like she meets him for the first time. Maybe that’ll help? Maybe he doesn’t even remember her anymore?

“We know each other,” Cain says with a stupid grin on his face and she looks at Dean, sees him clenching his jaw. “We used to date a while back. It’s nice seeing you again, Y/N.”

Dean couldn’t have missed the look Cain sent him. It’s a jubilant one, one he uses himself sometimes when he knows he’s won. And at the moment, Cain’s challenging him. As if he says that he’s been there before. As if he’s gloating, something that says, I found her first.

It’s like a hit in Dean’s heart. He hates it. Wants to sucker punch the man square in his fucking jubilant face.

Dean tightens his grip around Y/N, pulls her even closer by her waist. “Your loss is my win.”

“Be careful or she might break your heart.” Cain says and fucking winks at Y/N.

Dean balls his fists, is so close to lash out but then she places her hand on his, easing the tension.

They sit down at the table, it’s just Dean and Y/N surrounded by Crowley and six of his men. Cain’s sitting right across. It’s great. Just super peachy that Dean, and most of all Y/N, have to stare at fucking Cain all night.

Crowley makes the round at the tables, Dean sees Cas and Gabe two tables away, nods at them.

A waiter comes around with champagne and Dean shamelessly tells the waiter to leave the whole tray here.

“Oh god, I will need even more to survive the night,” Y/N sighs and takes a flute, empties it in one go, and that’s his girl, alright. Because Dean’s thinking the same thing.

Next time a waiter comes around, Dean tells him to go get a bottle and to bring it asap.

“So, who should I be aware of,” She says as she looks around, “Any enemies?”

Dean turns in his chair, their faces almost touch because she peeks back, her hands on the back of the chair. He takes a look around himself. “No enemies tonight, just acquaintances. There’s a man in the back, white suit?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s Asmodeus. He owns a big production company. Produces porn. A typical sex maniac. Don’t go near him because he would want you to star in one of his films — which honestly, I would probably wat—“

She drives her elbow in his ribs.

“Ouch! What was that for?”

“Oh, you know!”

Dean laughs, and goes back on spying. He knows that they must look ridiculous but he really didn’t care.

“Oh,” Dean grins, “Look, Amara.”

She rolls her eyes at that. And he goes on. “She’s sitting with Azazel. He’s one of the best lawyers for people in my line of work. Guess she has found some gold to dig, huh?”

They were to go on but Crowley interrupts them. “So, darling, I’m having an auction going on later where I will auction off a personal assistant for twelve hours. Would you be interested? It’s for charity and some girls have already agreed.”

Dean opens his mouth, the word no already sitting on his tongue but then he sees that Cain’s watching them, remembers that Cain’s a possessive little bastard and that Cain certainly would never allow Y/N to do something like this, so against his better judgement, Dean just asks, “How much of it will really go to charity, though?”

“All of it.” Crowley answers with a deadpan look on his face. “It’s for kids, Winchester. I’m not a monster!”

Dean has to hold back his laugh.

And then Crowley adds, “Is she allowed?”

She’s looking at him, there’s a glint in her eyes and Dean says, “She’s a big girl, she can decide that for herself.”

“Yeah, of course I’ll do it.”

She smiles at Crowley and the man claps his hand together, “Excellent!”

When Crowley’s gone, she lowers her face to Dean and whispers, “You better bid on me,”

He shrugs, “I mean, I already have you most of the time? I might bid for someone el—”

Her hand is on his crotch underneath the table, squeezing his dick and starts rubbing it. She’s grinning. “You sure?”

Dean grins his trademark shit-eating grin, pulls her close by the back of her neck, kisses her quick and dirty. “Two can play that game, baby.”

The food arrives but Dean’s not really hungry, never liked those fancy dishes anyway, he’d rather have a burger, or a sweet pussy. He thinks of pussy because he basically has his fingers at her clit right now, rubbing her good and fast, while she pretends to eat and it’s almost cute how she tries to control herself so as not to moan out loud.

Dean’s sure that the other people won’t notice but Cain does. Of course he does, because that dude’s been watching them since they sat down. He also didn’t move once. Dean doesn’t recall him talking to anyone else than Crowley, too.

He feels her gripping his wrist. “Dean,”

Leaning towards her, he kisses her temple. “You okay?”

“Uh-huh,” She puts down her fork.

“Uh-huh? You wanna come?”

“I just did.” She grins and Dean’s kind of disappointed in himself that he missed that. Missed the clench of her pussy around his fingers. Missed the flutter of her eyelids, just because he was thinking how much Cain bothers the fuck out of him.

Dean takes his fingers out of her, kisses her temple, whispers in her ear as he kneads the flesh of her thighs, “I think someone’s jealous.”

Cain’s sitting there, the fingertips of the hand around the man’s fork already turning white.

Crowley’s on the stage now. Oh that little leprechaun just loves attention.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Crowley announces and Dean leans back on his chair, his arm drapes over the back of her chair and she leans to his side as they listen. “As some of you who were here the last couple of years already know that we have an auction besides our silence auctions.”

“So you knew about this.” She whispers.

“Yeah.”

“You ever bid on a PA?”

He chuckles, “Nah,”

Crowley goes on, “We are now auctioning off PA’s. The winner will receive twelve hours with a personal assistant who will carry out whatever tasks the bidder needs — within reason of course!”

Everyone’s laughing.

“They can use their personal assistant to complete chores around the house, run errands, file taxes…you name it! No matter what they use their assistant for, the winner will be able to save the time that they would spend taking care of business to spend time relaxing and doing what they actually want to do!”

“Sounds fair,” She says and Dean bites back the comment that's already sitting on his tongue. Because he knows that they’re most likely won’t be doing any chores.

“The first one is a fresh face. It’s her first time and I’m delighted that she agreed to it. Y/N, would you please get on stage, darling?”

She gets up and Dean’s hand is on her wrist. “You can still back out.”

There’s a small smile on her face. Something that says I’m okay and he lets her go.

Dean watches as she walks up the stairs to the stage, her hands nervously tucks at the skirt of her dress, probably because she wants to avoid flashing her pussy. He’s glad the dress is long enough, otherwise the bidding amount will shoot up astronomically.

Crowley has an arm around her waist as he begins the auction. “Since she’s new and nobody knows her yet, we’ll start off which a number I think is fair. Starting bid is $1,000.”

“One thousand five hundred.” Gabe shouts and Dean snorts because Gabe likes to wind him up too.

“Two.” Cas lifts his hand.

Really? Dean mouthed at his men and they both just shrug.

“Five thousand!” Cain shouts and it takes everything Dean has not to fucking launch himself across the table.

“Seven thousand.” Crowley says into the mic and shrugs when Y/N looks at him in disbelief.

“Eight.” Asmodeus lifts his arm in the back.

Oh you fucker, Dean thinks, but he’s not bidding. Not yet.

“Ten thousand!” Cain shouts and seriously Dean thinks the dude’s playing with fucking fire.

“Twelve.” Azazel calls out and Dean looks back to see Amara frown at her date.

“Fifteen.” Crowley says.

“Twenty.” Asmodeus tries his luck again.

“Twenty-five thousand.” Azazel shouts. By now Amara empties her glass in one go.

“Thirty.” Someone else in the back joins in and Dean turns around to see that it’s a woman he knows as Billie. He’s never interacted with her though.

“Forty thousand.” Cain announces with a smug grin.

“Jesus, do you even have that much money?” Dean hisses at Cain.

“I haven’t been going out or anything. So yeah, I do.” Cain spits back.

“Forty-five.” Crowley says now.

Dean can see that she feels uncomfortable up there. Feels an urge to end this fucking madness.

“Seventy.” Dean says and everyone gasps.

“That would be a first, darling. Highest bidder until now was fifty thousand. You must be really really special.” Crowley says into the mic.

“One hundred thousand!” Cain shouts as he stands up. There’s a round of applause and people are whispering.

Dean rubs over his face, scratches his scruff.

“All time high, love,” Crowley’s laughing. “Ladies and Gentlemen, one hundred is the highest bid. Anyone else? Going once, going twi—”

“—Two hundred thousand.” Dean stands up, slams his fist on the table that makes the glasses jump and liquid spill out. He never once looks at Crowley or Y/N, has his eyes trained on Cain, challenging the guy.

“Gone, gone, gone!” Crowley cheers, “Congratulations Winchester, come get your girl.”

Crowley’s already announcing the next woman as Dean almost runs towards the stage but she’s not really happy to see him. He spreads his arms anyway, tells her to jump.

Y/N does, jumps into his arms and he’s trying his best to tug the dress down so nobody would see her naked ass.

He walks her back to their table and she pokes at his chest with her finger. “You are an idiot.”

Dean’s one eyebrow climbs up, “What did your boyfriend do now?” Slipping into best friend mode.

That did make her grin, so Dean counts it as a win. He drops her off into her seat, sits back down next to her and she turns around, facing him.

“He just dropped Two hundred thousand dollars like it’s no big fucking deal.” She rolls her eyes.

Dean grins, takes his wine glass and drinks it. “What a dumbass.”

“I know right? Just to prove something. I doubt that I’m even worth that much.” She looks down at her fingers as they are toying with the buttons of his dress shirt.

He cups her face, letting his thumps grace over her cheek. “You’re worth so much more.”

“You shouldn’t waste your money on me. It’s too much.”

“Honestly? I would have gone much higher than two hundred thousand.”

“You’re an idiot.” She mumbles.

“I know.” He steals a kiss before he looks straight forward.

Cain is watching them.

Y/N’s in a bathroom stall when she hears two women coming in.

“Oh my god, he just dropped two hundred thousand on a girl!” One of the women said.

The second agreed. “I know? Unbelievable! What does she have that I don’t?”

“Tell me about it! I’ve been trying to get his attention for years. YEARS!”

“Wonder if she’s worth the money, though.”

She finishes, flushes the toilet and opens her stall with a bang, making the women jump in unison.

They are watching her as she walks to the sink to wash her hands, their heads are low and they avoid eye contact.

Y/N takes the cloth (How fancy! They have cloth here to dry your hands, not some dry paper towel), dries her hands and throws the cloth into the hamper. She takes her time, checks her lipstick, tucks loose strands of hair back, before she walks to the door.

She turns around again before leaving, “By the way, he told me that he would have even placed much higher bids.” She winks and smiles at the women before nodding and disappears out the door.

“Finally I get you alone.”

It’s a voice that makes her shudder. Her heart skips a beat.

“Cain.” She says, looking around, trying to spot Dean.

Cain’s standing with his back resting against the wall and she takes a step towards him so as to not block peoples way to get in and out of the bathroom. “He’s talking to Crowley. They went to have some privacy.”

“What do you want?” She asks him and her voice might be a little shaky. She tries her best to keep it calm.

“Why couldn’t I find you anymore?” Cain sounds like he’s hurt. “One day you were here and the next you were just gone. All records I used to find, erased, gone.”

“Your affection towards me was not healthy, Cain. I had to get away.” She feels quite uncomfortable, hopes that someone will find her soon. If she would walk away, Cain might get handsy and she doesn’t want that.

“I gave you everything. All I wanted was the same in return!” He shouts but gets softer, knows himself that he shouldn’t make a scene. “You know, your new guy, he’s planning something and they need my help for it. I basically have the future of your guy in my hands. I could run to the authorities, make him lose everything he has, everything he owns.”

She realizes that Cain avoids the word boyfriend deliberately. “Would you?”

Cain chuckles at that. “Oh boy, and lose my four millions? Only a fool would do that.” He sighs and then adds, “But maybe if I have that money, I can win you back somehow.”

She wants to shout at him. Wants to tell him that there’s no fucking way that she would go back to him. Would rather have a penniless Dean than him. But instead she says, “Maybe.”

Kind of hopes that she can help to keep the operation going. Keeps Cain entertained because she doesn’t want Cain of all people to turn Dean in. Even though she knows that in giving Cain hope, she might have just started to dig her own grave.

“There you are!” Cas breathes relief when he finally finds her. Cas looks to Cain and Cain just stands there with an easy smile on his face.

Cain snorts out a laugh after a while of staring, “And you thought I was controlling.”

“Bye Cain.” She says, hooks her arm around Cas’.

“Bye Y/N.”

CH25

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saladejin · 4 years

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Call An Uber? | 02

BTS x Reader | idolverse au, uber driver!Reader, translator!Reader | Fluff, flirting, super slow burn, angst and hurt/comfort, mature themes and eventual smut

Summary: Your normal life with a normal, yet inconsistent job gets drastically changed when your dreams come true. Sounds boring right?

What happens when all of this occurs, but you’re still doing something you love AND getting a large sum for it? Now there’s something to think about, and it’s definitely not what you’re thinking.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.4k

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Bold = English

"You make it sound like we're gonna die."

"Yeah well you will, if you don't move your ass." I swung open my door, tugging the mask higher on my face and swishing my (h/c) hair around to cover the rest partially.

Hopefully any lurking cameras wouldn't sneak a peek of my flustered appearance, because that would be embarrassing in itself. I had worn only the lightest makeup possible today. Of course I didn't want to look like a troll in front of my customers, but now that I was breathing right next to two perfect, ethereal human beings, I suddenly wished I’d made a better effort to impress.

"Quick!" Jimin's abrupt gasp snapped me out of my thoughtless gazing, and I turned around to see Jungkook walking towards me swiftly. Jimin was already heading inside, but had thrown a worried glance back in my direction when he saw my frozen form on the pavement. I instantly started at the sudden pressure on my lower back and jumped forward when Jungkook's large hand pressed me in that direction.

"Sorry, but you probably shouldn't touch me if people can see," I murmured and led the way through the sliding doors into the cooled administration room.

Jungkook's tentative hand jerked away as if he had touched a burning hot iron.

The weather had been quite warm outside, but I hadn't taken too much notice because of the exceptional air conditioning of my car. I whipped my head around one last time to blow a tiny kiss to my precious baby parked outside, as it was still new and had already been through an exciting car-chase of sorts. Even copping a harsh slap to the ass in the process.

I'll be back soon Red.

I turned back around to see the cheeky maknae giving me an incredulous look with one eyebrow raised.

"Don't judge me, it's new."

When Namjoon came to fetch his two younger members, he was definitely far from pleased. As soon as he entered the room all three of us were sitting in, he gave me a quick glance up and down with his expression hardening the closer he looked. Despite his misgivings, the tall man still managed to flash me a strained smile while he dipped his head in a sign of respect. He was truly a kind soul, and I knew he’d probably need to make an initial judgement based off this first look.

The professional demeanour continued as his careful eyes flickered to Jimin and Jungkook. He had already gone through the initial apologies and displays of gratitude as soon as he bowed, but now his expression was disappointed as he beckoned the other two members in the room.

"You two come with me."

Damn, his leader voice was definitely no joke! I felt myself squirm in my seat, probably from the uncomfortable tension suddenly flooding the room. Namjoon looked as good as ever, silvery grey hair styled in a way that just made me speechless, but his usually calm and thoughtful expression was tired and stressed.

Poor guy, he must have torn his hair out over this. I hope he doesn't think I'm insane or something.

I knew there was absolutely no way he would trust me completely on the first meeting, but seeing as though his fellow band members had mentioned their situation and fortunate escapade, his gaze seemed softer than it could've been.

Thinking about what could've gone wrong made me shudder, and I pushed the thoughts away as the two boys I had shared a car with for the past half an hour jumped to their feet. I was sad, but I mean who wouldn't be? I had fangirled over them so many times and once I’d actually met them, it seemed quite literally too good to be true.

I knew they couldn't stay though, and when it came down to it, I was most likely viewed as just another fan. Just another fan that they had happened to meet coincidentally, but still nothing too estranged from a fan meeting event where girls from various backgrounds would provide them with gifts and words of encouragement.

Why would I expect anything different from this?

I forced down the bile rising in my throat and avoided making eye contact with any of the boys, as I couldn't bear to watch them go. Slipping through my fingers, kind of like the moment you begin to wake up from a dream you longed to replay over and over.

The realisation that they’d halted in their movements took me way too long, but as I snapped up to meet Jungkook's conflicted expression, I suddenly gasped. "Oh, sorry!"

I tugged off the mask he had graciously lent me and held it out with a shaky hand in the younger boy's direction. His eyes flashed with recognition and even surprise, much to my own confusion.

"Oh, that...I won't mind if you keep it, I have plenty of others."

I let out a sharp breath and smiled forlornly. "Creepy, you're giving me your clothes now?"

I laughed softly when he rolled his eyes and dismissed me with a joking wave of his hand, bunny smile flashing. Jimin also couldn't help but grin at the maknae's chivalrous attempt and how it had completely backfired.

Someone cleared their throat deeply and I met the pointed look of Namjoon once more, even though his gaze had settled the tiniest bit at seeing his fellow members act comfortably.

"(Y/n)-ssi, is it?"

"Yes, I'm sorry to make you wait so long Kim Namjoon-ssi. You must have been worried sick." I struggled to be as respectful as I could, my eyebrows knitting together in concentration as I spoke. Did I even use the correct honorific? Maybe I should have used something higher because he's the leader of the group. Ah, I don't know!

A chuckle broke me from the horrifying contemplation, and I flinched slightly as Jimin bent down to enter my line of vision. "Don't worry too hard about all the honorific stuff, Namjoonie-hyung will understand."

I nodded with a cringe alighting my features, annoyed at my own obvious floundering with their language. I had been in the country for a couple of months, so why couldn't I just get my act together and converse properly?

"Do...you speak English at all?" Namjoon ventured with a smile that made his dimples pop adorably. I let out a big sigh and ran a hand through my windblown hair while nodding.

"Yep, I'm from (Y/c). But I do understand Korean fairly well, it's just the honorifics and technicalities that trip me up a bit."

Jimin and Jungkook groan simultaneously at the revelation that I was fluent in the language they practiced the most, and I couldn't help but smirk. They must have had some suspicion, as I did't exactly look Korean anyway, but there was always the notion that I could have been born to foreign parents and grown up here.

"I never would have known! Your Korean is still great," Jimin whined lowly and I couldn't help but laugh, the look in my eyes eventually shifting to one of apology.

"That's fine, it's alright to just use 'ssi' anyway," Namjoon nodded and I relaxed my shoulders in relief. The switch back to Korean was somewhat jarring, but it was only fair that everyone in the room should understand the gist of the conversation.

"But hyung, she told us she doesn't mind if you don't use them for her," Jungkook was next to pipe up, and I was surprised he even remembered such a thing at this point in time. I just smiled and shook my head in response.

"I don't mind either way. I'm not fussed at all."

"Yes, well we should be going anyway." Namjoon cut off the conversation and glanced at his watch, looking back around at everyone in the room.

"Thankyou (Y/n)-ssi for taking care of our members, something like this shouldn't happen again."

At the sound of their leader's stern voice, the boys both hung their heads slightly, and I knew that even though the situation had worked out for the best, it definitely was not ideal for this kind of thing to happen when their careers could be put on the line.

"It's alright, Jungkook's mask is the only thanks I need," I decided to joke so that I can see the younger boys smile again, and I was rewarded with the most beautiful pearly white grins yet. Namjoon chuckled and motioned with one hand for the boys to leave the room before him.

Jungkook turned and threw a small wave and bow in my direction. I returned them, and he finally exited the room with a hefty sigh to let out all of his pent-up stress. Jimin followed with the same gestures and I responded with a faintly sorrowful smile. Ah, what I wouldn’t give to just spend a whole day with them. I was then ultimately left alone with the leader of BTS. To say I wasn’t a tad intimidated would be a lie.

"Once again, you have truly done us a service. We are glad to have a fan such as yourself supporting us,” Namjoon spoke after a few seconds of silent tension.

"Thank you, you have no idea how much you guys have helped me already, so please don't feel as though you owe me anything," I quietly respond and watch as his eyes cloud with admiration and respect suddenly.

Maybe he regretted acting so robotic and cold when he came in, but he was the leader and professionalism mattered so much when you were faced with a situation that called for big demonstrations of leadership. Namjoon smiled and bowed again, reaching out to shake my hand kindly before leaving the room to join the others. I knew all that was left was meeting the CEO of Bighit Entertainment.

Yeah, because that's something to just brush over.

God, so much was happening to me today. How could I possibly go back to streaming endless amounts of videos and fangirling over pictures when I had actually spoken with three members of the band itself? I forced down the niggling thoughts of 'that's only three out of seven' and grunted apprehensively.

You're lucky enough as it is, don't be greedy.

The thing is, nothing about my long-distance relationship with the boys was normal anymore, and I wondered if the girls who attended fan-meetings felt exactly the same way. The fact that they were just normal guys with normal thoughts had always crossed my mind when I watched them through the screen, but seeing it in action proved to be disarming at the very least.

Stupid world-famous idols, don't play with my heart like this.

The meeting and disclaimer signage with Bang PD went well in the end, and I was consistently surprised at how kind-hearted and open he was with everything that had gone down. All the staff I had encountered were nothing short of accommodating, and they were continuously apologising for the mess caused. Even though I had told them many times it was truly a blessing in disguise, they remained insistent on the matter.

"Please, I want you to take this as a token of our gratitude." Bang PD smiled warmly in my direction, and before I could refuse he held out a slip of paper. It was a cheque, and my eyes blew wide when my eyes scanned the tiny bold numbers printed neatly on the surface.

"Please, I can't accept this, I already got paid for my service."

Before the short man could shake his head and insist further, a light knock sounded on the frosted glass pane of the office door before opening. In stepped a young woman who bowed repeatedly for her intrusion, her short night black hair bobbing up and down along with her.

"I'm terribly sorry Bang PD-nim, but the donor from Chile has arrived back at the office ahead of schedule."

The founder of Bighit nodded in understanding, clearing his throat to speed up whatever process was happening. He turned back to me with a reassuring glance and I took a deep breath, fully understanding I wasn't really able to refuse his generous offer.

"Right, well thank you once again for your service, I have other things to attend to it seems. It was lovely to meet you."

The cheque still scorching hot in my left hand not going unnoticed, I forced myself to return his smile with a gulp. He gestured softly for the door and followed me out. The young woman looked quite flustered as she shifted from foot to foot just outside the bleak office entryway.

The building's interior was very modern and clean-cut, and I knew it was probably very, very different from the actual Bighit Entertainment building itself. Seeing as it was meant for living arrangements and not vital meetings such as the one mentioned earlier.

I exchanged formalities with Mr.Bang once more before I turned towards the exit of the dormitory building, my big and exciting day coming to a close just like that.

"I'm sorry, but it seems our Spanish interpreter has called in absent today. I've just been informed that the donor came without one," the hushed whisper from the woman reached my ears as I took a couple of steps towards the large glass doors. I heard a sharp click of a tongue and a deep, masculine sigh from behind me.

"Well what are we going to do? I don't know enough Spanish for an entire face-to-face meeting like this."

"Does anyone else in the company?" The woman's voice was growing frantic, as she was apparently about to drown in her sudden bout of panic.

Bang PD's tone was irritated. "Why the hell was this not scheduled better?"

I honestly could not blame him. What kind of interpreter would just call in absent on such an important event? Even if the sickness was life-threatening, there were ways to notify and organise something to compensate for it, or give some warning to reschedule.

A small smile stretched my lips as I twirled around on one of my heels happily, once again facing the distraught looking woman and CEO who were deep in hurried conversation.

"If I mentioned that I was fluent in Spanish, would that help?"

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yayninjabob · 3 years

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Update 1/20/21

It's been swell having my freedom again now that I'm covid-free. I'm not going anywhere or anything. But things like gardening in our backyard, taking my dog-kids Fable and Riot on walks, cuddling with my wifey on the sofa and watching netflix or whatever, and just being able to cook again for myself in the kitchen... I've missed all of it so much. So much in fact that I've been slacking on editing more than I should, whoops. SORRY, GUYS.

But I did finish up all my rewrites yesterday FINALLY so the new chapter is nearly done. All that's left is another swoop of editing and maayyyybee swapping out this one scene I have for another that I originally had planned for 13 instead. So give me a day or two to decide what feels best for the story while I start tinkering with 13 a bit.

So basically I'm stepping away from 12 today to work on the scene for 13. Depending on what I decide to do with that scene, I might finish chapter 12 tomorrow night after work, or I might need another day after that. But I don't think so. I'm already like 90 percent sure on what I'll probably end up doing lol. Just gotta write this up first to be sure and it will EASE my perfectionist mind. Once that's done, then it's final editing and formatting stuff which takes me usually a day or two.

Alright that's just a really wordy way to say I will have CHAPTER 12 up this SUNDAY, JANUARY 24TH. PROMISE GUYS.

I feel so bad it's been so long since our last update that I'll share one scene with you guys from 12. I mean, if you’re checking this blog you're probably looking for an update, right? Well for now, I hope a little sneak peek will suffice until Sunday.

Personally, I think it's kind of a cool sneaky peeky because honestly it doesn't really give away much of the plot of the chapter and still leaves the suspense of where we last left off pretty much. SO. If you wanna read a little bit of 12, here's scene #3 for you guys early. If you want to avoid it and remain pure, I’ll see you Sunday I guess lol.

Uh... heads up, it's got some gore lol. A creepy little horror comedy scene, really. One of my personal faves of the chapter, too. PLEASE ENJOY.

SNEAK PEEK: Chapter 12, Scene 3 under the cut....

scene 3

The green Powerpuff lay in the dark unable to sleep. Even though the teenager had turned out the light hours ago, there was no stopping the never ending loop of the night which still replayed over and over within the young hero's mind. Buttercup had done nothing but tossing and turning in an attempt to try and find rest that night, and had managed to kick away all of the bedding and sheets. Laying upon a bare mattress and still hopelessly waiting for sleep with eyes shut tight, there was a sudden faint knocking sound heard coming from within the bedroom.

Buttercup sat up in bed with a jolt the moment the sounds began in the dark. Immediately the Puff's emerald eyes fell on the door to the bedroom closet. The door to the closet was shut, but the noise was definitely coming from behind it. Buttercup watched the door intently, while silently and cautiously moving towards it. With super hearing activated, the Puff listened to the sound of something rustling about inside, and as the young hero crept closer and closer, there was a rotten, burning stench in the air. Buttercup reached for the closet door's handle and opened it.

"Where is it? Dude, it's gotta be somewhere around here!"

Buttercup blinked at the blood soaked kid for a moment before a look of annoyance came next. The sixteen-year-old Puff watched as the thirteen-year-old apparition dug around the heap of dirty laundry that littered the closet floor. The kid had her back turned as she knelt upon both knees over the large pile of laundry and searched frantically for something. Buttercup groaned, still holding the closet door open, "Oh no.... What are you doing here? Dude, really, I'm just trying to get some sleep tonight and you showing up now just isn't-"

"Where is it?!" the kid jumped onto their sandy wet sneakers and began to search the shelfing within the closet, "Where the fuck is it?!" As the thirteen-year-old removed an old snowglobe from the shelf and tossed it carelessly over her shoulder, Buttercup caught it and glared at her.

"Where's what?!" Buttercup snapped at herself.

The kid stopped suddenly and slowly glanced over her shoulder with her ghostly, opaque white right eye. "Where's the mask?"

"Oh," Buttercup's angry expression softened. "...It's... gone...."

"...Oh...."

"...Yeah...."

As Buttercup reached over her to return the snowglobe to its spot on the shelf, the kid turned round to face them. "Can't you get it back somehow?"

The green Puff sighed deeply and floated slowly back over to the bed, "Nah, Dude..." Buttercup reclined upon the bare mattress again, "I think... I think that shit's over now.... I mean, shit's getting pretty serious now that Mojo knows about us. I'm hoping it all works out tomorrow, and he's really not gonna make me do something fucked up in return for his silence, but... even if he does keep his word..." Buttercup shut both eyes and yawned, "It's just gettin' way too risky, Dude...."

"Huh..." the kid stood at the teenager's bedside, "I thought we were just startin' to have some real fun...."

Buttercup's eyes remained shut, hoping the illusion would go away soon. "It was fun while it lasted...."

"Sucks, Man.... Say, you got anything I can eat? I'm fucking starving, Dude-"

"Dude," Buttercup interrupted with annoyance, "Why are you here?" The green Puff sat up in bed once more and looked towards the kid and saw that she had made her way across the bedroom. The blood soaked child stood in front of Buttercup's dresser, staring at the pair of birds that sat within their cage. Her back was towards Buttercup, but Buttercup could see that the kid suddenly gripped something shiny in her right glowing green, acid burnt hand.

"Same reason I always drop by," the kid answered with her back still turned. The apparition turned her head slightly, and even in the dark Buttercup could make out the devious glint of a small, sly smile as she still gripped whatever was in her hand. "I'm here to help you out, you know... since you got nobody else, right?"

Buttercup continued to stare at the kid, but chose to remain silent. The green Puff watched as the illusion returned her attention to the birdcage, and with her left, seared bloody hand, she reached for the cage's small door and opened it. Both Snot and Pus instantly tried to dart away from the sizzling glowing green acid drenched palm that reached for them, but the kid easily managed to yank the fluttering green bird from the cage. Buttercup's eyes widened in shock as she watched the kid cut into the squirming, live bird with a shard of glass, slicing the helpless creature straight down the middle. His yellow companion fluttered about within the closed cage behind them, squawking loudly as the kid raised the green bird to her lips and began to slurp loudly.

All the green Puff could do was look on in stunned silence as the kid continued to suck the blood from the slowly dying bird. As many times as the green Puff had received a "visit" from their former, "dead" self, this sort of thing... was definitely new. As Buttercup continued to watch, the green Puff tried to keep in mind that what was being witnessed... could definitely not be happening.

The kid used her tattered black jacket's sleeve to wipe away the fresh blood-stache from her face, before turning to Buttercup. "Did ya want the other one?"

The green Puff shook their head.

"Suit yourself," the kid shrugged and tossed the dead green bird over her shoulder, before she repeated the same act with the yellow bird next.

Buttercup still could not look away. "Dude... what the actual fuck...?" Eventually, the Puff's green eyes drifted slowly back to wear the discarded dead green bird's drained body lay on the floor of the room. There was a gust of wind and Buttercup watched as the wooden floorboards of the bedroom and the dead bird began to blow away like strange particles of sand. The green Puff rose from the bed mattress as it next faded away into the dark atmosphere around them. "Ah, shit, no wonder..." Buttercup laughed a little nervously, "I'm dreaming...."

"We're dreaming," the kid added as she stood beside herself with a grin.

The green Puff glared briefly for a moment at the unwelcomed tag-along before looking around once more. The once empty black void that was the adolescent's default dreamscape had changed as of late. It was still a mostly desolate land, but no longer shrouded in total darkness. Now, the sky shook with thick, dark and thunderous clouds which boomed with a growing, green electricity inside them. The fiery green light that crackled within the black storm clouds illuminated the land with an eerie green glow. The earth was cracked and dry and as the storm ahead continued to boom above, the windy weather of the vast wasteland kicked up the sandy dirt around them.

"Well, whaddya know? Ya changed up the place, huh? I like it!" the kid grinned as she cupped one bloody beaten hand over her brow and looked about the dreamscape. The thirteen-year-old turned back around and saw that she had been left behind as the green Puff continued to float on ahead without her. "Yo! Wait up!"

The green Puff carried on without stopping, moving towards a large, distant shadow in the east. After several minutes, the kid managed to catch up, loudly wheezing and gasping for air as she tried to catch her breath beside the casual floating Powerpuff.

"Dude! I told ya to wait up!" she socked Buttercup on the shoulder with a bloody, bruised fist, "I don't have my ghost powers in this dream world!"

"What sorta sense does that make?"

"I dunno!" the kid threw up her hands, "You tell me!" the kid paused to cough a little, splattering the dirt with blood. She wiped at her mouth with her tattered sleeve, as she walked quickly beside the Powerpuff, "Here, I'm just like you were when Goody-Goody left ya behind on that island! Weak and human-y and useless and burning alive! You remember?"

The green Puff glared at the kid for a moment before muttering, "Yeah. I remember."

"So, where we goin' anyway?"

As the two approached a tall arched golden gateway, the green Puff stopped and turned towards the kid. "No way. You ain't comin' with me, alright? Why don't you run off somewhere else, and I dunno... play."

"Why?" the blood-soaked kid strained her eyes as she tried to peer through the thick golden bars of the gate. Besides only having one functioning eye, there was a dense mist in the air that made it difficult to see. "Where are we- Oh-" she stopped as her vision focused on a short redhead walking her pet Pomeranian through the garden. "Her?" the kid laughed a little, "Dude. What do you see in her, anyway? Like... do you like gettin' bossed around, or is it the big boobs, or-"

"Shut up," the green Puff rattled the gate a little to get the kid's attention once more, "Look," the skinny teen's scarred hands grasped the kid by her hooded jacket and spun her to her left, "Go that way, alright? You'll find Ace's place and have a good time."

"OK, cool!" the kid thankfully agreed, "Which building is it? That one or that one?"

"What are you talkin' about? There's only one other build-" the green Puff stopped mid sentence, noticing for the first time a tall silhouette in the distance.

The thirteen-year-old watched as the green Puff shot off for the tall structure with a flash of green light. "Shit!" she started to chase after on foot, "Wait up!"

As soon as the structure came clearer into focus, the flying teen halted mid-air, "The water tower...?"

For a while, the green Puff remained suspended in the sky, watching the tower intently from afar. As far as the hero could tell, there were no signs of anyone there, but the scene still felt too ominous. It was several minutes before the teenager worked up enough courage to continue forward.

Touching down on the metal landing of the water tower, the structure was so high up in the eerie green atmosphere that the darkened mist was especially thick and overpowering even for superpowered vision. The green Puff gulped nervously, walking cautiously around the platform, tense and ready for anything. Both green eyes glowed as they searched around the labyrinth of the thick metal beams that supported the tower's massive water tank. As the teenager reached the railing on the other side, far below could be heard the desperate wheezing and coughing of a struggling thirteen-year-old attempting to climb the tower's ladder.

"Oh, Man!" the kid shouted from below, "I don't think I'm gonna make it! Dude... a little help?!"

The teenager sighed before zipping downward to retrieve the kid from halfway down the ladder. The green Puff carried her back up to the metal landing and set her on her feet, but the kid instantly collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily from exhaustion.

"You know..." the wheezing thirteen-year-old spoke between hard breaths, "That's hard enough... without powers... but climbing really sucks... when your hands... practically have no skin..." she sat up and coughed as she struggled to climb back onto her feet. The kid stood silent for a while as she watched the green Puff continue to intently search around every metal beam of the platform. "So what's up?" the kid finally asked after a while. "What're you lookin' for?"

The green Puff came to the center of the landing, and turned to look back at the kid, wearing a somewhat disappointed frown. "Nothin', I guess."

#update #chapter 12 #the kid #sneek peek

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sunsetcurve · 4 years

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Family Danger Chapter 6

It’s just that the chapter has some Thunderbolt in it… even though it’s the end of them in that way for the story. I intend to skip right on past the Dark Max segment of the story for you. If there’s some cute post-Dark Max things, I’ll send those as well.

Getting Away

Piper watched in awe as the guys put down multiple burgers at Happy Fun Burger, and playfully elbowed Charlotte, “How’d you manage to stay sane in a room full of this at work everyday for five years?”

“Oh, you know… Ingenuity, and earbuds,” Charlotte tried to joke around. She was obsessed with checking the Souldates app every few minutes, in between apology and begging texts from Max. She ignored him up until the point of: Your visit luggage is in my hotel room. “Oh, shoot!” She debated on whether she should make him bring it to Happy Fun Burger to drop it off, but knew that Max wasn’t above following her to where she was gonna be sleeping tonight. She could have him bring it to the hotel and have to face her while all of her friends were there giving him the stink eye. He didn’t particularly care what people thought about him, though. Can you bring it to the hotel that my guests are at? He started a phone call, instead of answering her text and she got up from the table and went to take the call.

“Does anybody care that Charlotte is most likely gonna get back with a guy who is sort of turning out to be kind of a creep?” Piper wondered.

“They haven’t broken up, so, I’m counting on a make up, personally,” Jasper said. “Charlotte’s got a lot of patience in her for certain people.”

“Not us,” Ray said and Henry and Jasper laughed about it. “No, definitely.” “Absolutely not.”

Henry reminded his sister, “What happened to he’s so hot and they kiss all of the time?”

“I saw Charlotte cry tonight. I didn’t even know that was something that Charlotte could do!” Piper yelled.

“Clearly, you’ve never seen Charlotte mess up a science project,” Jasper said.

“Charlotte’s never messed up a science project,” Henry quickly interjected, but added, to Piper, “But, her work is an area that she might shed tears about. I don’t think her crying was over the guy. I think it was over what he did to her work.”

“She’s married to her work,” Jasper said.

“Well,” Henry tilted his head, then nodded, “Yeah, she’s definitely Mrs. Charlotte Work…” She came back to the table and sat back down, and finished eating, not saying much.

…

The group rented two suites - one for Ray and Schwoz, and the other for Jasper and Henry, but since Piper had tagged along for the trip and Charlotte had left the event with them, Ray let the kids have both of those (begrudgingly) and he and Schwoz rented another.

Charlotte was in Jasper and Henry’s suite and all three were having themselves a spa night while Piper used her dad’s card for her own space, because she had enough of all of these guys. Jasper noticed Charlotte texting a lot and figured that she and Max were still hashing things out. Henry chose to try to ignore it and move on. “Yo… So, is it too soon for me to ask about Phoebe?”

“She’s not interested, Henry,” Charlotte said, rolling her eyes. Jasper was applying a gel skin mask onto Henry’s face. Charlotte already had a clay mask on hers and was “relaxing” in the hot tub, in her undies, because her things were still with Max. Somebody knocked and she quickly got out, Henry looked in the opposite direction to avoid seeing her body exposed, Jasper absentmindedly turned his head to do the opposite. “Dude!” Henry scolded.

“We’re like family, Henry. Grow up,” Jasper said, returning to the mask while Henry now couldn’t help but to sneak a peek himself.

She grabbed a bathrobe, slipped into complimentary slippers and went to the door to open it for Max.

Henry couldn’t see him, but heard his snivelling voice. “Hey, I brought your stuff… Can we please talk to each other? I want to make this right.”

“You can’t undo past actions, Max.” She was trying to keep her voice quiet so that her boys couldn’t hear.

“I know that I can’t, but am I not allowed to make a mistake, sometimes? Is this really about what I did earlier, or is it, like all of our problems, actually about your feelings for Henry?” She jumped with a start, grabbed his arm, glanced towards her two friends, and shoved Max outside of the door to talk to him in the hallway.

Henry and Jasper glanced at each other, then made a run for it, to eavesdrop. “We shouldn’t,” Jasper gave the compulsory warning, but they did, anyway.

Charlotte complained in a low voice, “I’ve already told you that Henry and I are friends. We’ve been friends a long time.”

“Right, but you still wear his pajamas that you stole on Thanksgiving, even though they don’t fit you.”

“They’re comfortable! I gave him back four pairs that I intended to score on Christmas to avoid having to keep coming back to the pajama argument with you, and here we are again.”

Max was frustrated, even though he knew that this was petty, he strongly felt it was significant, “It’s an example, not an argument. Some of the stuff that you’ve complained to me about Henry, I wouldn’t even dream of doing to you and he gets to keep you as a best friend, but I do one thing wrong and you don’t even want to see my face, now?”

Charlotte now raised her voice, “I believed in this, you jerk! You altered my launch. You spent months supporting me and making me feel secure and confident in my work and this relationship, only to hijack the controls when it became official and set forth a motion that we can’t undo. Whatever complaints that I’ve had about Henry, he’s never in all of the years that I have known him, plotted behind my back, on my behalf or otherwise without telling me, (well, except for the time he got Bish arrested)… But, he’s NEVER purposefully interfered in my work or the success of it. He’d never have the mind to do that to me. He might hate listening to me speak about my extracurricular plans and science ideas but, I’m snappy at him at times, too. We reciprocate annoyance and we reciprocate friendship. This was something else. I was giving you my full trust, as my man. You told me I could fly, then you clipped my wings, and pulled me onto your back to fly for me. I just can't forgive this, Max. And, Henry had nothing to do with it. This time, our problem is all on you.”

Max stared at the ground and took a few deep breaths. “I’m sorry. I’ll never forgive myself for it. I thought if we threw in some villains, gave supers a reason to check it out, they’d come for the initial curiosity and stay for everything that you’ve made available to them. It was really more like a massive text, but I should have spoken to you about it. I thought that if I made a big move, I could finally actually win you over, from him.”

“Oooh, he’s in trouble now,” Henry whispered to himself, shaking his head and smiling.

“Win me over?” Charlotte repeated. “Max, if Henry had me - that would be my choice. Series of decisions and actions from myself would be necessary for that possibility. I’m not a trophy that someone brought out to present because of your performance at an event!”

Max dropped to his knees and lowered his head, “You want me to beg? I’ll do anything. I’ll say anything. Whatever I need to do to make it right, Charls.” Henry scoffed at that nickname. Other guests walked by and saw a damp woman in a bathrobe, wearing a clay face mask and a satin scarf wrapped around her head and a guy in front of her, on his knees.

“Let’s go talk inside,” she told him. Henry and Jasper rushed from the door. Henry picked up a menu that he reviewed while standing in the middle of the room, and Jasper fell into the hottub, fully dressed. Charlotte paused, stared at them, knowing that they had been eavesdropping, but didn’t respond. “My room’s this way,” she told Max. He telekinetically lifted her bags and followed her, without saying a word.

Jasper got out of the hottub, casually waved at them, and put his hands on his hips. “She’s gonna forgive him.”

“She loves him,” Henry said and shrugged his shoulders. Char deserved to be able to explore her feelings and she hadn’t had chances when they were younger. He just had to accept that as her friend, he’d see her relationships, good or bad, and had to dedicate himself to being there for her when they didn’t work out, as he was sure that eventually this wouldn’t.

…

The next morning, Charlotte walked Max out, trying to part ways before anybody else woke up, but Jasper was already up, setting up the table for breakfast and he’d woken Henry up, too. “Morning, Lovebirds,” Henry said, yawning.

Max rolled his eyes and headed out. “Later, Max!” Jasper cheered. Max forced a single hand wave. He paused at the door, stared at Charlotte, reached out to touch her chin, to which she awkwardly smiled and casually leaned away, shut the door behind him and joined her friends at the table.

“The makeup sleepover sounded lively.”

“Shut up, Hen.”

Jasper had roses on the table as he served heart shaped pancakes, “Happy Valentines Day.”

“Can you believe all of that happened in one day?” Charlotte asked out loud. They started breakfast and talked. “So, Max and I will proceed with our plans for this weekend, as usual. Everything’s already paid for, but we’re going to be rethinking some things, I’m sure.”

“Rethinking last night’s makeup encounter?” Jasper genuinely asked, “Or the breakup fodder from the launch?”

“We didn’t makeup. We decided not to continue dating, but to try to remain friends.”

“No wonder he was in such a crappy mood. You let him stay over, grown up sleepover, and still broke up with him!” Henry laughed, “Savage.”

Charlotte waved her hands in front of her and shook her head, “No, no, no. It was mutual. Everything was mutual.”

“Whatever you have to tell yourself. He was shattered when he left here.” Henry knew what a shattered dude looked like.

“He was just tired. We talked all night.”

Henry smirked, “Talked? That’s what we’re calling it now?”

“Look, a lot of talking happened, in between the other stuff, okay? Maybe we had some grownup moments of weakness throughout the course of the talking. Ultimately, we realized that if we let ourselves, we could keep doing this likely unhealthy dance for a long time, and decided that last night would be the last night for such weakness, and that we’d still be friends, if possible, and science bros, whenever needed.”

“That’s very mature of you, Charlotte,” Jasper said and passed around the strawberries.

“How did the two of you even meet?” Henry finally wondered.

Charlotte didn’t mind telling this story, “My first weekend in my new town, I wanted to explore the science community in the area, before school started, so that I could make my rounds and show my face before the first week of class stress settled in. I went to a few places, saw some exhibits and went to a few lectures. I saw him and I recognized him right away, at this inventions convention, and I tried to dodge him, but he wound up sitting by me for a panel, and the place was way too full for me to try to find another seat…”

Max stared at her for a moment while she casually, conspicuously tried to hide in her stars and moons hoodie. He waved a hand and telekinetically removed the hoodie from her head. “I thought that was you.”

“We… have never met,” she lied, poorly.

“I forget faces. I forget names. But, I don’t forget scandals. I met you when my sister worked on some errand with Captain Man, and I recognized you then, because you made a teleportation machine that was ultimately destroyed by Captain Man, but… You were working with Captain Man…”

She sighed, “I made a much less significant gizmo and the team thought they’d help me by bringing something else. They didn’t realize how popular that teleportatiob machine might be.”

“Are they complete idiots?”

“Yes. All of them. Even the genius,” she laughed. “Look… I’m just here to check out the science scene before my classes start at the science institution next week. So, I won’t start any trouble, if you don’t.”

“Why would I start trouble?”

“Maybe you forgot the scandal of the last time I saw you?”

“Oh! That. Yeah, I’m good, now.” He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s been a while, actually. Nothing to worry about from me, except for maybe me trying to buy you dinner.”

“I love dinner. Why would that be a worry? You know a place and I expect you to pay for it, since you invited me.”

“Yeah, You’d really let me take you? With like, no proof that I’ve changed?” Max wasn’t used to that. He had to prove himself to everyone, even his own twin.

“Well, I’ve never seen you in the news, so you can’t be a dangerous maniac. If you haven’t changed, I don’t see how me turning down a free dinner would benefit anybody.” Now, he laughed.

“You’re funny. Obviously smart, if you’re here and going to the institute and super cute. You’re either not single and don’t realize that I was asking you on date, or you’re inexplicably single and I can’t help but be curious about why.”

Charlotte looked shocked. She hadn't thought that she was being asked on a date, but now that she knew, she felt pretty exposed. She hadn’t even tried to be cute today. “Oh! Um, very single, didn’t catch on that dinner equaled to date, and I don’t know if I can. I mean I can- because my parents will allow it now that I’ve graduated, but I kinda like the thought of being friends and knowing people before I ever took the drastic date step.”

“That’s fair. Dinner as friends, then?”

“Potential friends, but still your treat.”

“A woman who knows what she wants.” “Most women know what they want. Some are just conditioned to answer the world a certain way…”

“He bought me dinner after the convention, he took me for coffee the next day, treated me to milkshakes the weekend after my classes started. He started bringing me takeout whenever I was getting bogged down with my work and forgot that I’m no longer working right next to an auto snacker. Then, when I wanted to go out for the internship, I needed a lab to work on my entry project and from there, we really started getting close…” She stared out into space.

“Wow, Char. You blew it. That dude sounds gooood,” Henry teased.

“He is good. Too good to wait around in a relationship with me that I’m not all in. I told you, I’ve got goals, plans, and a lot of accomplishments before I have a window of time to do… more serious relationship stuff.”

Jasper wondered, “So, are you two going to be friends who…” he cleared his throat, “talk?" Charlotte didn’t dignify that question with a response, and Henry laughed out loud But, mentally… Charlotte knew probably. Probably until one of them moved on or they had a bigger falling out. As long as she kept her focus on her goals and didn’t use him in the meantime. (And, being truthful, she wasn't going to forgive him for that launch stunt, no matter how many free meals she got). She just hoped that she wouldn’t forget this backbone when they spent the rest of the weekend together.

…

"How does a community full of superheros and friendlies get so toxic?” She wondered, having to remove certain reported posts and content flagged from the site. For a change, Henry was at her place. He had come early to snatch her up for their first spring break out of high school and he was going to be taking a vacation, finally from the Danger.

“Superheroes aren’t what you see in TV shows and movies, Charlotte. Those guys are real jerks,” Henry said. He shrugged his shoulders, “You never told me what you and bae did for Valentines’ Day after we left Metroburg. I mean, I know that you don’t care about the day, but you did have a huge release and you did unofficially take him back after his massive mess up.”

“What’d we do for what?” she asked, hardly paying attention to the question, as she was focused on removing SO MANY photos of superdudes’ junk. Didn’t know who wore the masks, but here she was seeing those things.

“Valentines’ Day. When people do the whole candy and cards bit? Romance? Love? You and Max went ahead and spent your time together and you never muttered a word about it.”

She looked like it just dawned on her what he was talking about, “I worked on the website I’d just launched and I think he cooked. He did flowers and steaks and had music playing and commented that everyone told him he needed to do something like that. He never actually said, "I was too caught up in my work to pay it attention. I had to try to fix some of the stuff his little plot affected, even made an announcement that it was a publicity stunt that the site creator wasn’t aware of, in case it comes back to bite me. Anyway, we weren’t back together. We just finished out the weekend as planned. We left our statuses unchanged for political purposes. I didn’t want people to put together that he was the publicity stunt person. It could hurt his hero rep, and he’s worked hard to shake off that villain stuff. Plus, I feel like breaking up in front of everyone right after launching a dating site could have been catastrophic for business.”

“Your relationship is a business ploy? How… Has this dude not dumped you yet?”

“Do you really want to know the answer?” She asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“Does it have to do with your grownup sleepovers?”

“You know it does.”

“No, thank you. I heard how that goes from across the suite. Nuff said.” He couldn’t help but be curious, though. Her love interest was a recovered villain, born superpowered, official superhero, who was smart enough to be an evil genius, but apparently down enough to cook for her and try to romance her… Oh, God. Charlotte has been speaking and now, she’s looking at you because you are supposed to be responding to something…

“You didn’t hear a thing I said, did ya?”

“Well… You didn’t realize that dude was trying to seduce you for the special day. Probably trying to undo your alleged mutual break up.”

“I was definitely seduced…”

“Let’s NOT!” Henry shoved his fingers into his ears. “Just, repeat whatever I missed when I zoned out!”

“I was saying that I might have to pull the plug on the site. It’s doing very little actual love connections.”

“That’s because supers don’t want love. You know what they want? To have someplace to be after a hard fight. Some soft arms around them, but not so much conversation and… Basically… They want…”

She held out her hands for him to release whatever he was trying to say and took a shot at guessing, “Booty calls?”

“So crass.”

“Superhero booty calls? That’s what my site is for?”

“To be fair, most social media has a high volume of digital get down.” She let out a frustrated grunt at that news. That was not what this was for. This was for Hen to find love, for people like Hen to find connections. Not superpowered body parts and arrangements to put them places.

“Is that what you do with your space?” Charlotte wondered.

He blushed and scoffed, “I mean… It’s more ethical than hooking up with damsels who were just rescued, like so many of us used to do!” She closed her laptop and got ready to go. “So, what’s your feaux beau science bro doing for his Spring Break?”

“Well,”- she went behind her clothesline curtain to change, “He’s on a mission, currently, so he’s probably gonna be working for the whole thing. But, I mean - he’s old enough to drink, so his Spring Breaks are probably you know - party truth.”

“Does he drink? Gross habit.”

“No, but he’s one of those snooty people that will watch everyone else drink and judge their lives in a comical manner,” she came from behind the curtain in a peach colored bikini, with a sheer cream cover up blouse over it, and a short pair of floral shorts. She went into her beauty wardrobe for cocoa butter and Henry forgot what they were even talking about upon seeing her. “Should we take any selfies before we go, or you think that Jasper will feel bad?” She asked while, rubbing her legs down to moisturize and protect.

“I think he might, but I also think we gotta. Look at how good we look.” She looked him over. She knew how good she looked. She looked good on purpose. But, Henry was just waking up looking fine, these days. He did have to do his hair, but he took good care of himself and his hair wasn’t a ton of work to maintain, so within a few minutes, he could be a total babe.

“We do,” she said, taking out her phone. After several very close selfies that she tagged him and hashtagged them as besties, despite the fact that his skin touching hers was doing something to her lately.

“Hey, Char - will you put the sunscreen on my back for me? I might need you to commit to it all week.” He smiled, anxiously, hoping she wouldn’t shoot him down and be offended that he asked.

“Most definitely. Gotta protect that glorious skin…” She felt her face grow hot. Henry did too. He blushed and nodded his head, grabbing her bags for her. “Oh, thanks.”

“We take care of each other,” he said, with a shrug. When did his shoulders get this broad? She sighed. This was about to be a long week.

#my heart is so torn between loving the chenry and being sad about thunderbolt rn omg #but the tidbit about them meeting was so cute!!!!#i love the idea of people bringing each other food when they're working hard...that's so cute #also also though the little thoughts char has about henry ahh...#like those subtle moments make me Soft #henry danger #the thundermans #submissions #submission

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered - Part 11

Namjoon x Reader Author: Admin Mo Summary: You’re in college when your soulmate mark shows up, an address. You figure sending a letter couldn’t hurt. Warnings: Some swears, soulmate fluff. Word Count: 1.8k

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, Epilogue

You thought four months would take forever to trudge through. You thought every day would be hell, burning even worse than the one before, building, building, building until you’d finally get on the plane to go see Namjoon. Instead, it was like a crescendo. You and Namjoon were talking every day like normal, sending letters back and forth every week or so. He’d update you on things that were happening over there, what he and the boys were up to that day. He’d tell you how much he wished you were there with him, but that he knew you had classes and that he believed in you.

You sent him dumb things on Twitter. He sent you dumber things in response. Many memes of his face were sent back and forth. You’d thought months ago that it wasn’t possible to love him any more than you did already, but you found that the more you talked to him, the more you found to love.

Namjoon was very, very excited about the approaching tour. Very excited.

“Jagiya, look at this cute couple outfit.” He sent it to you while you were Skyping. Your phone pinged another time, an additional image coming through. “Or do you want this one instead?”

“Joonie, I told you, you don’t have to buy me any clothes. I can just bring stuff I have and we can figure out stuff that matches.”

“But baby, we can get soulmate shirts…” He had been spending a little too much time online shopping recently. “It’ll be so cute.”

“Okay, but don’t go overboard.”

“Alright. Oh, also, I was trying to figure out some fun things for us to do, so I think we’re going to go to Disneyland when we’re in California and then I got us Wicked tickets for when we’re in New York. The Shedd Aquarium in Chicago is really nice…”

“Why are you so perfect?” You grinned at him. He grinned back, his dimples prominent and begging to be poked. You swore as soon as you saw him you were going to pinch those adorable cheeks of his.

“I just want my jagi to have fun.”

“I don’t need all of those things to have fun. All I need is you.”

“Ughhh, jagiiii.” His cheeks reddened and he covered his face. “I thought we had a no-cheesy contract.”

“Excuse me, sir? You are WAY cheesier than I could ever aspire to be, what with your adorable matching couple outfits and the most romantic itinerary I’ve ever heard.”

“Okay, okay…” He chuckled. “That’s fair.” His eyes trailed over your features, stopping at your lips before flicking back up to your eyes. You looked amused, if he wasn’t mistaken. “Sorry, I just...want to kiss you so bad.”

“I know, baby. But we just have a few weeks now, right? It’s so close I can taste it.”

“Yeah…” Namjoon smiled softly. “So close…”

***

Little did you know, your first meeting with Namjoon would be a little sooner than even you expected. Your boyfriend, bless his heart, had been busy at work cooking up a little scheme that he hoped would make you happy. According to your friends from school, he KNEW it would make you happy.

Originally the plan was that you would fly to Korea and one of the members of the BTS Staff would be there to take you to either BigHit or the dorms, depending on where the boys were at the time. Namjoon, however, had other plans. It just so happened, that your exams fell on the Thursday and Friday of exam week, which meant you would be cooped up in the library for the three days leading up to them.

RM_fan_94: Okay, so she’ll definitely be in the library, right?

GracieGirl: Definitely. For sure.

Lilyyyy: Agreed. There is literally nowhere else she will be for Monday-Wednesday. Except maybe to grab food really quick, but usually during exam week, she just gets food from the tea place at the library.

RM_fan_94: Okay, perfect.

RM_fan_94: I’m so nervous…

Lilyyyy: Awwwwww!!

GracieGirl: Don’t be! She loves you so freaking much, Namjoon!

Lilyyyy: Yeah, we should know lmao we hear about you all the time.

RM_fan_94: awwwww, does she really talk about me all the time??

GracieGirl: Y E S

Lilyyyy: More than she talks about literally anything else ever.

RM_fan_94: Okay, I gotta go, she’s calling in a few

GracieGirl: Byeeeee!

***

“Dear Namjoon,

I cannot wait to see you. I seriously cannot wait. It’s eating me alive. I check my phone every five minutes, hoping five hours have miraculously passed. I think honestly, the only thing keeping me sane at this point is my homework and my final film project.

I keep thinking about how the minute I finish my last exam, I’ll be on my way to the airport to see you. Well, not the MINUTE after I finish, but a few days later, at least. Ugh, it seems so far away.

I’m working on my final film project now, and I actually like how it’s turning out for once. This is the first project I think I’ve ever felt confident on ever in my life and I can’t wait to send it to you when it’s finished. It’s due soon, though, so I don’t think I’ll have time to send it to you before it’s due. Either way, I think you’ll really like it.

Also, I’m bringing my camera on tour so I can capture all of our cute couple moments and make a montage. I cannot wait for that either. I’ve never even been on a plane before and now I’m flying across the world to see the love of my life. It’s like a fairytale, it really, really is.

I think it would be AMAZING to go to Ilsan and meet your family (and your dog!!). I’ve been wanting to meet them for basically forever. Your sister sounds super cool. And I think it’s adorable that you kiss the Petoskey stone every night but because you think it’s embarrassing, I’m definitely going to tease you about it.

Lily and Grace are helping me re-dye my hair tonight so it’ll be nice and fresh and bright pink for you. I’ll be sure to send you lots of messy selfies of the process because honestly, it’s hilarious, and you’ll be awake anyway.

I love you so, so, so much,

-(Y/N)”

***

“Hyung, are you sure you want to do this?” Jungkook held the brush over the little bowl, hot pink dye dripping from the bristles. “It’s not too late to go back.”

“I’m sure.” Namjoon nodded. He was seated on the toilet lid, a towel draped around his shoulders, hair newly bleached. “Jin-hyung always does whatever he wants with his hair.”

“And then he gets yelled at.” Jimin laughed.

“I want to match. It’ll probably only last a few days anyway. Pink washes out quick.”

“I should know.” Jungkook shook his head, memories of his brief stint of magenta resurfacing.

“Just do it.” Namjoon sat up a little straighter.

Jungkook looked to Jimin and Taehyung, who each shrugged as if to say ‘hey, it’s his funeral’, and then brushed the dye onto Namjoon’s bleached-blond hair. Well, there really wasn’t any going back now.

***

Namjoon ruffled through his very, very pink hair, smiling at himself. God, he was an idiot in love. The things he did for you… And yet, staring at his reflection, he had no regrets. In fact, he would do it again just to see the look on your face.

Speaking of which…

His phone was ringing. Shit. Shit. God, he had to answer it, didn’t he? And of course it was a FaceTime from the one person who couldn’t know he had pink hair yet.

Looking around his room, he grabbed the first hat he could find, a black beanie, and slipped it onto his head to cover up the new hair. Then, he plopped down into his chair and hit accept call.

“Hey baby.” He let the words roll out, all casual. As though he hadn’t just dried off his hot pink hair.

“Hey Joon, what’s up?”

I just dyed my hair hot pink, so there’s that… “Not much. Working on some songs and stuff. You?”

“I just woke up and I missed your handsome face.”

“Well aren’t I lucky? God, I missed your voice.”

“What’s up with the hat?” You smirked, looking at the black beanie hastily thrown on top of his hair. “I mean, it’s cute, but…”

“It’s uh...”

“Oh, new hair. Alright, got it.” You dragged your pinched fingers across your lips, zipping them shut. “No leaks here.”

“Thank you, jagi.” He breathed in relief, watching as your adorable features twisted in curiosity.

“It does, however, make me wonder…” You trailed off, tapping your lip with a little pink-painted finger.

“No sneak-peeks, baby. I’m sorry.”

You pouted, pretending to be upset. “Okayyyyyy…” Immediately, you brightened. “Guess what!”

“What?”

“We learned a dance in my K-Pop club the other day and guess what song it was.”

“I’m stumped.” He grinned, tilting his head, waiting for you to spout whatever BTS song you and your friends had learned.

“We learned Baepsae and I got to learn your part!”

“Awwwwww that’s so cute!”

You nodded excitedly. “It was so fun. I can’t wait to show you.”

“I can’t wait to see.”

“How many days until I get to see you?”

“A week, baby.” A lie. Perhaps the first Namjoon had ever told you. He hoped the pet name he used would cover it up well enough. After all, you shared a soul. Maybe you could tell when he was lying to you, even if it was a little innocent lie like this one.

“Ughhhhhhh that’s seven days too many.”

“I agree.”

“I want to kiss you so bad, Namjoon.” You groaned. “I need to be in your arms. Immediately.”

“I know, baby. Believe me, I know.” Though the four months had gone by, it wasn’t like it hadn’t hurt him to have to wait and wait and wait. The temptation to come see you over your Spring Break was almost crippling, and had he not had to do promotions, he would have been on a plane ages ago. “But it’s soon now. I love you a lot, alright?”

“I love you a lot too.” You nodded, watching the way his dimple poked in when he smiled softly at your words.

Namjoon yawned and stretched. “Alright, jagiya, I have an early morning tomorrow, so I have to get some sleep now. But I love you so much and I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“I love you too.”

And then he hung up, grinning. You had no idea what was coming for you in the next few days...

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That’s not why I’m going (7)

I’m naked and I’m far from home

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake Walker x Amara Suarez

Rating: some foul language, some extremely suggestive, and, most importantly, an interrupted 30-diamond scene! :) This is not appropriate for people under 18.

Word count: 3,772 (I put a Read More after a couple of paragraphs because it was getting really long, if you can’t see the rest of the post, please let me know! I’m getting out of control, I feel like the chapters are gonna be longer and longer...)

Notes: This picks up right where we left off, with Amara’s POV. This chapter is longer than the others, so bear with me :)

*****

‘Hey Suarez!’

Amara couldn’t believe he had arrived so quickly. Sure, he was right next door, but she didn’t expect him to be at her disposal, either.

‘Come on in!’ She says with a smile.

‘So...I thought we’d mix it up and have some wine for once,’ Drake says while holding out a bottle of red and two glasses.

‘Wow, I didn’t know that you were into anything else than whiskey.’

‘I guess I’m full of surprises.’

She had closed the door behind them and was torn between hugging or kissing him hello. What would be the least weird? Damn, she was in her head.

‘Jeez Suarez, that’s a lot of candy.’

‘Yeah...Maxwell took me to a store and I went slightly overboard. I don’t have any formal plans tonight and didn’t want anything fancy to eat, but this may be a bit too much…’

‘Definitely is. Can we open the Swedish fish?’

Amara happily complies, and hands the bag to Drake. ‘Do you know Madeleine?’

‘Madeleine of Fydelia? Yeah, why?’

‘She joined the competition today. Here, let me open the wine.’

‘Wow, that’s insane. How do you feel about it?’

Shit, she thought. She didn’t want him to think she cares about the competition. She had just intended to gossip, and maybe find out more about Liam’s intentions towards Olivia and Hana, more so than towards herself.

‘I personally don’t have any feelings about it, y’know. Besides the fact that she called me ‘exotic’ today.’

Drake raises his eyebrows. ‘She’s a dick.’

‘Well yeah, that’s the feeling I have. I was actually quite comfortable with the other ladies, even though Kiara is still super cold to me. But now, I feel like the dynamics are gonna be weird.’

‘Honestly, probably. Madeleine is a sneaky person. She is not upfront like Olivia, whom you can see coming from a mile away. Madeleine is tricky, and I can’t imagine Liam being thrilled about her entering the competition.’

Amara nods, sipping on her wine. Drake bringing this bottle was a lovely gesture, but it wasn’t gonna do anything to help her budding alcohol problem.

‘Thanks for the wine, it’s delicious. I have to admit I’m already kinda drunk.’

Drake smiles softly. ‘Oh really? Did you go out?’

‘Yeah, Olivia, Hana, Maxwell and I went to a cocktail bar just outside the palace. It was nice to escape all the courtly duties, you know. I wish I could do that more often.’

‘You can. You just need the right people to show you around,’ Drake replies with a mischievous grin.

‘Oh, do I now?’

He just kept on smiling, without breaking eye contact. God, he was attractive. Something in her stomach flipped.

‘Oh, I bought chips, too. Let me get them--’

He didn’t give her time to get to the chips. He put his hand on her arm, turning her over to face him, and before she could realize what they were doing, their lips met. She had been thinking about kissing him all day, she had been daydreaming throughout the whole picnic, imagining his lips on hers, the way his tongue felt on her tongue.

They part ways, breathless. Drake’s hands are still on her waist, holding her. ‘I’ve been thinking about you all day. Sorry if that was abrupt.’

She chuckles. No, it wasn’t abrupt, it was perfect and also, fucking hot. ‘I’ve been thinking about you too.’

He smiles. ‘I’ve had the hardest time not texting you all day, but I figured I’d look too pathetic.’

‘Never. You can text as much as you want.’ She looks deep in his dark, kind eyes. ‘I’m glad you came.’

She kisses him again, deeper this time, so deep in fact that she has trouble remaining straight on her feet. He catches her lips between his, kissing her deeper, his hands roaming on her back and in her hair. God, she wants him.

She guides him to the bed, lips still captured in a kiss, but he surprises her by pushing her against the wall. He starts kissing her neck, and then lower and lower. She lets out a moan as his hands wander under her T-shirt. ‘Mmmm… don’t stop…’

Drake gently pulls her shirt over her head, and keeps leaving a trail of kisses between her mouth and her breasts. He expertly unhooks her bra. Wow, she thinks. How many men can do this without looking? Just thinking about what else his hands could do sends her into a trance. He grabs her as if she weighs nothing, and guides her to the bed. He gets on top of her and peels her bra off of her.

As Drake tends to her breasts, kissing, sucking, touching them, Amara starts stroking him through his pants. Damn, she thinks, he’s big. Her head spins. She hasn’t had sex in so long, over two years, that so much hotness all at once might make her brain and body malfunction. But still, she wants him.

She unzips his jeans and frees his rock hard cock from his boxers, as Drake lets out a deep groan. ‘Ohh, shit, Amara, this feels good…’ She takes his cock in her hand and strokes it slowly, watching his face twist with pleasure.

As he kisses her deeper, and presses his erect penis against her, she hears a knock.

‘Amara? Are you in here?’

They both stop dead in their tracks, still enmeshed in each other. ‘It’s Maxwell,’ Amara whispers.

‘Shit,’ Drake replies softly. ‘He’s not gonna leave until you open.’

‘Wait a minute, Max, I’m...naked!’ Amara shouts.

Well, she kinda was.

‘Oh, no problem, take your time!’ Maxwell replies.

She and Drake both fumble around to get their clothes back on, and Amara silently gestures for Drake to get inside the bathroom. He nods and complies.

‘Hey Max,’ says Amara while opening the door, still flush from the incredibly steamy situation her friend just interrupted.

‘Hey hun, you look super out of breath, are you ok?’

‘Oh yeah, I was just getting out of my formal dress and into these jeans. It’s a workout just to get them on, they’re really tight.’

Maxwell smiles, glancing over to the room behind her, probably wondering why she’s not letting him in. ‘I realized I held on to some of your candy by mistake! So, here it is!’ He hands a bag of mini Twix and one of Crunch.

‘Oh my God, I completely forgot you were holding my bag, thanks Maxwell!’

‘You’re welcome. Whatcha up to?’

‘Oh, nothing, just about to watch a movie. I was actually getting ready for bed.’

Maxwell stares at her jeans, realizing this is obviously not sleepwear. ‘It’s 8pm, are you sure you’re ok?’

‘Yeah, I just wanted some peace and quiet, you know. I know in a couple of days we’re heading to Olivia’s neck of the woods, and I want to be well rested.’

‘That’s wise. Well, if you need me, call, text, or...knock, ok?’

She nods, gives him a quick hug, which she instantly regrets, because she smells like Drake and unfulfilled sexual tension.

As soon as the door closes, Drake carefully peeks his head out of the bathroom.

‘Is it safe to come out?’ he whispers.

‘Yeah. I’m so sorry about that, Drake. It was--’

‘Hey,’ he interrupts, ‘don’t apologize. As much as I wanted to continue what we started, um…’ he runs a hand through his hair, visibly searching for words. ‘Maybe we can take it slow? I don’t mean we can’t...but maybe, you know, just for tonight, I can take you outside of the Capital and we can attempt at a normal evening out?’

She smiles earnestly. She, too, would have liked to continue what they had started. But Maxwell’s interruption had put a damper on things, and she didn’t want Drake to think that she was too casual about sex. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but she really wasn’t casual about it. It would have been the first time she had sex in over two years, and it was a big deal. Maybe he was right, tonight should be about hanging out, and the rest could come later.

‘That sounds great,’ she says. ‘Where are we going?’

*****

Drake knew how to sneak out of the palace, unseen. He had his ways. As he was driving Amara out of the Capital, he kept getting flashes of their interrupted moment. Glimpses of her lips, her smell, her perfect breasts, populated his head. He had felt stupid that afternoon, walking into the store to buy condoms, which he hadn’t done in a long time. What was the last time again? Right, that Italian tourist over a year ago. Was it Lucia? Luciana? Gianna? He didn’t like that he didn’t remember her name. He didn’t like that sex had become so meaningless to him in the past. But that was about to change.

He glanced over to the beautiful woman in the seat next to him. She looked back, they exchanged a smile. He felt compelled to put his hand on her knee. Was that too intimate? Oh, what the hell. He felt it, so why not.

She responded by grabbing his hand and squeezing it. This felt good. Just driving together, away from it all.

‘So, where are you taking me, Walker?’

‘You’ll see,’ he replies with a raised eyebrow.

‘So mysterious!’

‘You want me to tell you?’

‘No, I’m teasing. I trust you.’

That was nice to hear. He would probably never again hear this from Liam, who would never forgive him for hooking up with the woman he was interested in. He would worry about that later, because he was still pissed at Liam for assuming Amara would say yes to anything, just because he was Liam. He’d never seen Liam be so cocky before. Maybe it was because he never paid attention. Or maybe it was because Liam thought a waitress couldn’t pass up being with a Prince. Either way, it was fucked up.

Or...maybe he was so up in arms about it because it made him feel better about his betrayal.

No, no. Liam was not perfect. It’s time Drake realized that.

He suddenly feels bad about leading Amara somewhere without telling her where they’re going. She’s in a foreign country, and as well as she’s adapted, as many friends as she’s made --the woman was a friendship genius, if she could even tame Olivia fucking Nevrakis--, she deserved to have some control over her whereabouts.

‘I’m taking you to a bar, not too far from where I grew up, where my dad used to go with his colleagues. It’s basically a cop bar.’

He pauses, expecting a reply, whatever it may be. Nothing. He looks over to Amara, who suddenly has an expressionless look on her face. The color has drained from her cheeks. He feels like an idiot. Of course the thought of being in a bar with a bunch of cops and Royal Guards is not her definition of a perfect evening. He just wanted to take her somewhere remote, where people wouldn’t care who she is, and where she could get a good cocktail and chicken wings.

‘If that’s a problem, we can go somewhere else! It was just an idea.’

‘No, that’s perfectly fine,’ Amara replies, visibly unconvinced.

‘I’m sorry, I’ll turn around. I know another place.’

Amara puts her hand on his arm. ‘No, let’s go to the cop bar. I swear it’s fine.’

*****

Come on, Amara thought. What were the odds of that happening? She can’t stay silent forever, he’ll think she’s upset at him, which she absolutely isn’t. But now, what to say? Should she tell him the truth of why she got triggered, all of a sudden? Or should she just say she hates cops? No, that’s not an option. His dad, who she is pretty sure passed away, is or was on the force.

Part of her wants to blurt out everything. Her old life, the tragic incident that changed it.

But she’ll start with the start. Just a part of it is fine for now. The rest might come another time.

‘I used to be a cop.’

He turns to her, visibly shocked. ‘You...used to be a cop?’

‘Yeah. NYPD. In Brooklyn. Until about 2 years ago. I still have a hard time talking about it.’

‘Oh, you don’t have to--’

‘I will. Maybe not right now, but I’ll tell you. I just...it feels weird going back to a cop bar. That used to be my Friday nights, after leaving the precinct.’

He smiles, and holds out his hand. She takes it. ‘Look at you being a secretive badass. We can go somewhere else, Amara, if it brings up unpleasant memories.’

She offers him a sad smile. ‘No, let’s go there. I want to. With you.’

He squeezes his hand, opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. After a pause, he tries again. ‘My dad died while on the force. He died protecting the King.’

‘I’m so sorry…’ She puts a comforting hand on his arm.

He looks at her and smiles. ‘Thank you.’

*****

She had been instantly transported back to O’Donnells, the Irish pub that had harbored her entire precinct after hours, back in Brooklyn. Right from the moment she entered this Cordonian cop bar, she felt like she was home. Funny how it worked; she had expected it to hurt more, to be haunted by happy flashbacks of Sergio, but all she could think about was how comfortable she felt.

Drake had stuck to ginger ale; he was the designated driver. She felt bad about drinking without him, but he’d assured her that she needed it more than he did, and plus, they still had that bottle of wine back in her room. She smiled when he said that; she was happy he was counting on spending more time with her upon returning.

Everything was effortless: the conversation with Drake, the slight mingling with off-duty officers and Royal Guards, as if she’d done that all her life. People seemed to know Drake, called him by his last name and shook his hand, but did not pry or try to engage any deeper conversations. She was grateful for that.

‘This feels good, you have no idea,’ she says, taking another sip of her Maker’s Mark. ‘I needed to get out.’

‘Oh, I have a slight idea,’ Drake replies. ‘I know you and Maxwell get along super well, but he’s really on your case, and he doesn’t seem to give you much alone time. He must be anxious to--’ He stops himself from finishing his sentence, and Amara knows why. He was about to mention the competition, and how important it was for House Beaumont to win it.

She couldn’t really understand why, either. They seemed to be doing ok financially, but every time she caught Maxwell and Bertrand talking, it was always about how broke they were. Where was all their money going? She’d heard of the legendary Beaumont Bashes, but come on, that couldn’t be it. Being surrounded by cops again made her want to investigate, to go back to what she loved: solving cases, and being the good detective she used to be.

‘Yeah,’ she replies, ‘he gets a lot of pressure from Bertrand. But like you said, I love his company, it’s just that...when he’s anxious about me making a good impression, it makes me feel terrible. You know...about…’

He looks her in the eyes and nods. Of course he knows. He must feel terrible, too. He and Liam are like brothers. But this, this thing between them, it was not something to walk away from. She thinks back on the moment she told him she wouldn’t explain more tonight, about her past and all. The way he looked at her. What she saw in his eyes. That was more than understanding and compassion; that was recognition. He’d obviously gone through some shit, too, and wasn’t ready to tell her either. But they’d made progress tonight. She felt better, both for telling him about her old job, and for hearing about his dad. She was happy he trusted her that way.

She sees a couple of men clear off a stage and put a karaoke machine on it. She looks at Drake, a mischievous grin on her face. His eyes widen.

‘Nooooo, I forgot it was karaoke night. Don’t even think about it, Suarez.’

‘Come on!!! We have to.’

‘Reminder: I’m sober.’

She chuckles. ‘But I’m not! What’s your song?’

‘Do I look like I have a song?’

‘Everyone has a song.’

He holds eye contact for a really long time and says ‘My dad and I used to come here when I was a teenager and sometimes I’d make him go on stage with me. But, you know, I was a kid.’

‘YOU made him go on stage?’ She got a kick of imagining young Drake, excited about singing a song with his dad, and her heart got a little heavier. She wanted to see him excited again, carefree, like he must have been in his youth.

‘Yeah. But he refused to sing anything else than country songs, or…’

‘Or what? If you say Britney Spears I’ll lose my mind.’

‘Heh. No. He loved Queen. I mean we loved it. Listened to it in the car all the time.’

‘Oh my God. I fucking LOVE Queen. We HAVE to sing one, Drake. Please?’

He laughs heartily. ‘You, my friend, are drunk.’

‘Maybe a little.’ She pounds back the rest of her bourbon and orders another. ‘I’m your friend?’

‘Oh come on. You know what I mean.’ He looks at her longingly, and she feels a warmth within herself. She would love to bang his brains out right now, but she’s also happy they’re taking it slow. This is nice too, the longing, the expectation. The intimacy, even in a bar full of cops.

‘Yeah. I know what you mean.’ She pauses, before pursuing: ‘I’m gonna go see what they have. What’s your go-to? We are the champions? Don’t stop me now?’

‘Actually, yeah. Don’t stop me now is my go-to.’

She grins. ‘Knew it.’

She gets off her chair and goes to the man in charge of the songs.

*****

Why the hell is he so happy? He’s sober as fuck, their sexy makeout session got interrupted by Maxwell, and he’s betraying his best friend. But for some reason, this is the happiest night he’s had in a very long time. He looks at Amara, who’s talking to Louis over there to choose a song. He’s really not drunk enough to sing in front of this crowd, but it’s nice to see Amara like this. She looks so at peace, so different from the way she was last night, when he caught her crying and...nope, let’s not think about that. There was something going on with her past, with her family probably, given the picture of her niece that had triggered her tears. Maybe it was even why she changed jobs all of a sudden, two years ago. Whatever it was, it was serious, but Drake was prepared to hear it whenever she was ready, and comfort her when she needed. God, it felt good to be near her.

She approaches him, a wide grin on her face. ‘So, they don’t have Don’t stop me now, but I chose Save Me. Do you like it?’

‘Are you kidding? It’s the fucking best. But…’ he gestures at his sad ginger ale. ‘I don’t know if I can…’

‘Hey, I get it. For me, karaoke is a 5-drink minimum. I’ll do it!’

She downs her bourbon, gestures at Bruno at the bar for another. ‘Wow Suarez, are you sure? Even I think that’s a lot.’

‘Hey, no events in the morning, it’s still early….ish, and I have aspirin. No biggie.’

Still, he asks Bruno for some more water for her. Better safe than sorry.

They call her name, she just gave her last name for the song. Funny, he thinks. The way he instinctively called her was probably how she was known to her former coworkers.

Before hopping on stage, she plants a quick kiss on his lips. He would still feel this kiss all through the song.

‘Hi everyone,’ she slurs in front of the microphone. ‘This one goes out to my friend Drake Walker over here.’

She’d used air quotes around the word ‘friend’. Ok, point taken. Can’t say they’re just friends when her nipple was in his mouth just a couple of hours ago.

He watches her on stage, as she starts singing Save Me. That’s a great song, he thinks. And her voice is actually really nice. She’s a little too drunk to be exact with the rhythm, but she’s doing great. She makes clear eye contact with him as she sings:

The slates will soon be cleared -

I’ll erase the memories -

To start again with somebody new -

God, she’s beautiful. As cheesy as this is --a woman singing him a song called Save Me, so on the nose--, he feels completely bewitched by her, and everyone around just fades away. Soon enough, she concludes the song:

I’m naked and I’m far from home

She leaves the stage, in time for a huge cop about to sing Dolly Parton’s 9 to 5, and walks fast towards Drake. Her face is all smiles, and she kisses him deeply.

‘Wow Amara, that was...amazing. The song, and the kiss… But let’s keep a low profile, ok?’

‘I don’t care. No one cares, here, remember?’ She kisses him again. His jeans suddenly feel very tight around him. He wants her, really badly, but he’s sober and she’s really drunk. It would have to wait.

‘Suarez, you’re hammered. I won’t take advantage.’

She makes a disappointed face. ‘Ugh, I thought you were a bad boy.’

He laughs. ‘Bad boy, maybe, but not a bad guy. There’s a difference.’

She rolls her eyes playfully. ‘Alright… Do you want to go back to my place, finish the wine to catch up with me, and watch a movie?’

He flags Bruno to pick up the tab. ‘Deal.’

As they exit the bar, he locks eyes with someone he knows. Has he been sitting here all night? Did he see anything? Shit, this could be bad.

‘Hi, Drake,’ Liam’s bodyguard says.

‘Hi, Bastien.’

*****

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kaseshipearth · 5 years

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was that the boogeyman?

or, the ironstrange haunted house au where Stephen scares Tony, and things go terribly wrong.

read it on ao3.

“Hey Stephen, get a load of this guy,” Mordo whisper-yells.

Stephen looks away from the couple he’d been following, the woman with her face buried in her boyfriend’s back as they walk through the Scare Zone. “What is it?”

Mordo points to a boy near the entrance of the Scare Zone, a very handsome boy about Stephen’s age who was acting very cocky. As if venturing into the Scare Zone, where costumed team members have permission to follow and chase guests, was no big deal. Probably trying to impress the redhead girl he’s with.

Working at Universal’s Halloween Horror Nights had been an adventure so far. When Mordo had suggested they audition, Stephen never thought they’d actually be selected and be cast in the Scare Zone as opposed to one of the haunted houses. He never expected to work here, but hey, he’s got tuition and textbooks to pay for. This year’s Scare Zone was themed after The Purge films, complete with vandalized cars and loud sirens and smoke machines and pre-recorded screams. Stephen and Mordo, having similar costumes consisting of horrifying Guy Fawkes masks and chainsaw props that actually made noise (and don’t forget the fake blood of their “previous victims” scattered on their tattered clothes), often teamed up to scare guests.

But this boy... the way he seemed to brush the Scare Zone off like it was nothing... Stephen wanted to target him. Even from the backstage area he and Mordo were peeking out from, he can see it’s all a ruse. His foot is tapping rapidly, his fingers are twitching. This guy is scared to death.

Did he mention that he’s super cute and definitely Stephen’s type?

“He’s mine. Keep everyone else away,” Stephen says. Before Mordo can say anything, Stephen takes off, running through the backstage area to get closer to the entrance. He’s done this before, where he targeted a specific person and followed them throughout the entire Scare Zone. It just takes some practice.

He takes shelter behind a flaming dumpster (with synthetic fire, of course), waiting. Now, he’s close enough to hear this guy’s conversation with his friends.

“No, I’m gonna do it alone,” cute guy says. “It’ll be easy.”

“Okay, Tony, then do it,” the redhead says, giving him a shove toward the entrance. “No way in hell I’m going in there.”

“Yeah, you’re on your own, Tones,” adds a dark-skinned boy. “Pepper and I’ll be in line at the Stranger Things House.”

The cute guy—Tony—scoffs. “Fine, Rhodey, just abandon me then.”

“Okay, we’ll wait for you at the exit and then we can head to the Stranger Things House together,” Pepper suggests.

Tony shrugs. “Sounds good.”

“Good luck!” Pepper chimes as she and Rhodey saunter off.

“Jerks,” Tony says. He takes a deep breath, glancing around the Scare Zone, flinching when someone further in screams. “Okay, Tony,” he says, shaking out his nerves. “You got this, you got this.”

He most definitely does not have this, Stephen thinks, watching as Tony steps past the point of no return. Tony tries to stay away from the massive props like cars and bin fires, but he ventures very close to Stephen’s dumpster. Stephen takes this opportunity and, after Tony passes him, he quietly rises from his hiding spot and begins to follow him. A guest across the road screams, causing Tony to jump, but he keeps walking, completely unaware that he’s being followed.

Stephen has to bite his lip hard to keep from laughing.

He waits until he’s just a couple of feet behind him before he makes his move. Slowly, Stephen starts to raise his prop chainsaw and, when it’s right behind his ear, he flicks it on.

Stephen doesn’t think he’s ever seen anyone jump so high. The shriek that comes out of Tony’s mouth is not human (and it sounds very feminine). And, rather than sprinting the other direction like guests normally do when he sneaks up on them, Tony does something Stephen never expected.

Tony’s arm flies back, and he punches Stephen in the face. Right on his nose.

Instantly, Stephen knows his nose is broken. It cracked too hard to be a simple dislocation. Blinding pain surges through his face as his head flies back. Tears involuntarily spring to his eyes. But the adrenaline rush he’s just gotten... he’s never felt more alive.

Before Tony can say a word, Stephen takes off, heading toward the backstage area. He rips off his mask and examines his nose in a nearby mirror. Yikes. It’s already swollen and tender to touch, blood spilling out and soaking his jaw and neck and costume.

“What the hell happened to your nose?” Mordo demands, coming up behind him.

“I’m fine,” Stephen says. Rather than try to put his mask back on, he smears the blood up under his eyes, around to his forehead, across his cheeks.

“No you’re not! Your nose is broken!” Mordo protests.

“So? I’ve got an attractive guy to scare.” He wipes the blood off his hands and turns away. “My nose can wait!”

Stephen sneaks past his coworkers, finding an entrance a bit further into the Scare Zone. He peeks out and spots Tony immediately, running away from one of the damaged car props.

Sometimes, Stephen gets way too into his role, because he comes up with something insane on the spot. He rubs his hands on his neck, getting them bloody again. He steps out from behind the backstage entrance, walking up to Tony on wobbly legs.

“Please,” he gasps, his voice raspy. He falls to his knees, holding out a bloody hand. “They’re coming for me!”

“Oh my god!” Tony takes a few steps back, not realizing that another coworker was waiting for him. She screams in Tony’s ear, and he shrieks again and runs off. “When does this fucking end?!”

Stephen stays in character, hobbling offstage. As soon as he’s out of the guests’ line of sight, he bursts out laughing, ignoring the pain in his nose.

Only for his laughter to be cut off when he sees Mordo in front of him with their boss.

“Oh,” Stephen gulps. “Hi, Carol.”

Carol Danvers, head of all Scare Zone entertainment at Horror Nights and just barely out of grad school, stares him down, shaking her head. Despite Stephen towering a full head over her, she had the power to strike the fear of God in him. “Stephen, is that fake blood or real blood?”

Suddenly, scaring Tony is the last thing on Stephen’s mind. “It’s, um, real, ma’am.”

“And why, might I ask, are you running around the Scare Zone covered in a blood-borne pathogen?” She crosses her arms, shifting her weight to one leg. “And why aren’t you seeking medical treatment for what is clearly a broken nose?”

Stephen just wants to run away. “There’s a cute boy out there, and I wanted to scare him, and I didn’t want a broken nose to stand in the way. I’m sorry.”

Carol sighs, rolling her eyes. “Did you touch anything?

Stephen shakes his head. “No, but my Guy Fawkes mask and costume might be ruined.”

“You know we’ll have to find the guy who punched you and escort him out, right?” she asks.

His eyes go wide. “No, no, no, please don’t. I was an ass.”

“No, you were doing your job. And it’s clearly stated on your Horror Nights ticket that if you touch the team members you can be escorted out.” Stephen looks up at her, pouting. “But... I guess we can make an exception. I’m still gonna find him and make him apologize. And, I guess I have to applaud you for thinking on the spot and using your injury to your advantage. But Stephen, when I told you in training to go as extreme as you can without touching the guest, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. Now, go get that nose looked at.”

Later, after washing off his blood and changing, Stephen visits first aid. They’re able to get his nose to stop bleeding, and they carefully bandage it up. However, they aren’t able to set it back into place, so they tell him he needs to go to the ER. Stephen leaves first aid, stuffing handfuls of bandages and tape into his backpack, only to find Carol waiting for him.

“Follow me,” she says. He slings his bag over his shoulder, trailing behind her. She leads him toward the entrance of the park. “Look who I found asking about the guy he punched in the face.” And, standing sheepishly between two security guards, is Tony. “Don’t worry,” Carol says. “I made sure they would let him back in for the rest of the night.” The security guards step away, but they hover close by with Carol.

Stephen walks up to Tony, who looks extremely guilty. “Hi, I’m Stephen,” he says, sticking out his hand.

Tony takes his outstretched hand and shakes it, pursing his lips. “Tony. Hi.” He sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Hey, I’m really sorry about punching you.”

“It’s okay,” Stephen says. “I’ve had worse.”

“Really?” Tony asks, unsure.

“No.” Tony’s head shoots up, guilt etched in his expression, but Stephen just laughs. After a moment, Tony chuckles, albeit nervously. When their laughter ceases, Stephen finds himself smiling (though with his nose being broken it hurts like hell), staring into Tony’s gorgeous, chocolate brown eyes.

“Um, are you hungry?” Tony asks. “I still feel terrible, so buying you some food is the least I can do.”

Stephen grins. “I am, but I have to go to the ER. They can only do so much for a broken nose here.”

Tony’s face falls slightly. “Oh, okay. I understand."

“But,” Stephen starts, feeling butterflies fluttering in his stomach, “if you’re a local, maybe you could make it up to me by taking me out sometime? I’m actually a pre-med student at UCLA.”

Tony’s eyes light up. “No way! I go there, too! Engineering,” he says, smiling.

“Blame the massive campus for not letting me cross paths with someone as handsome as you,” Stephen says, and then his jaw drops when he sees Tony blush. “Shit, I said that out loud, didn’t I.”

“Sure did,” Tony chuckles. “But yeah, I’d like that.” He smiles. They quickly exchange numbers, setting up a coffee date for the following Thursday.

After making sure that Stephen can get to the ER on his own, Tony says, “Well, I best be getting back to my friends. They’re probably worried sick. Again, I’m really sorry about punching you."

“It’s okay, really,” Stephen insists. “And a word of advice. When you’re going through a haunted house of any kind, don’t act so cocky before going in. It paints a massive target on your back.”

Tony chuckles. “See you next Thursday, Stephen.”

Stephen smiles wide. “See you, Tony.” He watched him walk back to the security guards, who escort him back into the park. Carol turns and winks, giving him a thumbs up, and Stephen laughs.

Going after Tony was definitely worth the nasty broken nose.

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marlonrae · 5 years

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&. SASHA VISITS MONA!

who: @fckmonax and sasha; preston’s friend. & marlon. where: mona’s place warning: highkey! problematic! - nsfw ig.

SASHA

knocks on the door a few times and waits, scrolling through her phone

MONA

jumps at the sound of a knock on the door, carries ven with her to go open the door “Hopefully you’re not a murderer!” opens the door, grins at sasha, pulls her in for a hug “Wow, I totally forgot I invited you over.”

SASHA

laughs and shakes head, rolling her eyes at mona's comment ''Am I that irrelevant? I don't think so.'' chuckles and gasps when she looks at ven ''YOU'RE SO MUCH MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN I THOUGHT YOU WERE, WOW.'' grins widely and strokes Ven's cheek. ''Oh my god, pictures don't do her justice, look at her.'' pouts

MONA

laughs, shrugs “What can I say? My brain has been very occupied with all things Venecia all morning.” steps aside to let her in, grins at the compliments, knows they’re all true “Wanna hold her?”

SASHA

grins, looking like she won the lottery. ''Yes, of course, yeah.''

MONA

chuckles, pushes the door closed “She’s like the easiest baby ever, I promise.” kisses ven’s forehead, carefully maneuvers to hand her off, switches to baby voice “Hey Venny. This is mommy’s friend. She’s gonna hold you for a bit, okay?” doesn’t let got until sasha has her securely

SASHA

grins at both ven and mona and holds her like a pro, placing a hand in the back of V's head. ''Ugh, I already love her so much.'' looks down at Ven and kisses her cheek gently. ''The most beautiful baby ever, I SWEAR.''

MONA

smiles proudly at the two of them getting along so well “Isn’t she just the best? I am totally obsessed with her and I’m glad you can see why.” pulls out her own phone, snaps a pic of them “Seriously, though. I’m not sure what I did to be blessed with a baby girl so perfect. I can’t wait for her to be just like me!”

SASHA

''She really is the best.'' cant stop looking at Ven and giggles when mona snaps a picture of them. ''You need send me that asap.'' nods ''For sure, she's gonna be just as beautiful as you are when she's older, you'll see.''

MONA

nods, immediately sends the photo over ”Oh, please. She’s gonna be prettier than me. We don’t even look like mother and daughter.” pouts

SASHA

furrows brows and looks at Ven and then at Mona. Hums. ''How does her dad's side of the family look like?''

MONA

“Dark hair, dark eyes, tan skin. They’re Puerto Rican.” navigates through phone, pulls up a pic and hands it over “This is her Aunt Mariana. She literally looks more like her than like me.” pouts

SASHA

looks at the pic and frowns, def seeing the resemblance. ''I mean, yeah, she's pretty and all but I'm sure Ven will grow out of it and look more like you as she grows older.''

MONA

“I wouldn’t mind if she continued to look like Mariana though. Mariana’s gorgeous.” shrugs, sighs “Do you want anything to eat or drink?” leads the way towards the kitchen “Preston’s weird about his stuff, so maybe don’t touch anything?”

SASHA

shrugs, not at all impressed by mariana's looks. ''Yeah, I guess she's alright.'' looks down at ven and smiles, blown away by how adorable she is. ''Hm, do you have snacks?'' giggles

MONA

looks at them adoringly, checks through the cabinet for snacks “Looks like we have potato chips... barbecue ones, oreos, an assortment of fruits. Sorry that the selection is kinda lame.” shrugs “We can also go out if you’d like.”

SASHA

hums ''Do you have ketchup?''

MONA

quirks brow “Yes...”

SASHA

“Potato chips with ketchup are a blessing.” grins excitedly

MONA

makes a disgusted face “Would’ve never guessed that you’d be the type for that combo, but who am I to judge?” grabs both the chips and ketchup for her “Want me to grab her?” gestures at a now asleep ven

SASHA

''I can't believe she fell asleep on me.'' smiles and pouts at the baby. ''I love that she's comfortable, ugh but yeah, I'll take her again in a bit.'' very carefully hands ven over

MONA

“She’s probably exhausted from the sleep she didn’t get last night.” takes ven, rocks her to keep her asleep “That and she’s totally comfortable with you.” puts ven in her crib, walks back out with the baby monitor “But I didn’t ask. How are you? How is life?”

SASHA

frowns ''Why? What happened?'' totally walks into the kitchen as if she owns the place and grabs a bowl for the chips and pours ketchup all over them. ''Life is good, a little uneventful at the moment, but good. Michael's been working a lot lately and that's super boring.'' sighs, eating her chips. 'Want some?'' offers the bowl ''What about you? Your life seems to be much more eventful than mine.''

MONA

“No clue. She just had energy all day and night for some reason.” sighs, shakes head “Literally P and I got no alone time.. if you know what I mean.” watches her, genuinely confused by the chip situation, shakes head “Your whole life doesn’t revolve around Michael though, right? - Unfortunately, my whole life does revolve around Venecia.”

SASHA

frowns ''If you ever need alone time, I could help babysit. Just give me a call.'' smiles and shakes head ''No, it revolves around my phone, mostly.'' laughs ''I truly don't have a life but I don't really care, it's fine. I'd love to have more action or drama but I guess I'm lucky I don't.'' shrugs, eats more chips

MONA

“That would be amazing, but that’s what my sisters are for. I would never pass on an irritable Ven to you.” chuckles “I’ll get them to babysit some time while we hang.” shakes head “Believe me you do not want drama. What’s so entertaining on your phone though?”

SASHA

''I doubt she ever gets irritable.'' chuckles, is literally loving her chips. ''But I do, nothing exciting ever happens for me. I wanna be involved in something entertaining. Do you get drama often?'' chuckles ''Honestly, social media, online books and youtube.''

MONA

scoffs “Play one round of peek a boo with her and you’ll see how irritable she can get.” sighs “Honestly.. So much. Like a sex tape of me and my sister’s husband literally leaked a few months back. Drama follows me everywhere, so if I could have it not, that’d be ideal.”

SASHA

gasps, puts the bowl down ''A sex tape with your sister's husband?'' jaw drops ''Please, elaborate.''

MONA

sighs “Well it was old first off, and he wasn’t her husband at the time of filming.. was her boyfriend, though.” shakes head “I probably shouldn’t be telling you this. It’s way too soon for you to know this about me.” chuckles “But we were both just kind of going through weird stages in our relationships and we did something stupid.. multiple times. And I guess at some point in our drugged out, sexed up state, we thought making a video was a good idea.” sighs “I didn’t even remember any of this, but kind of just had to put the pieces together when suddenly there was evidence of it floating around.”

SASHA

is shocked and wide-eyed but lowkey loves everything about the story even though she probably shouldn't. chuckles. ''That's... terrible but amazing.'' chuckles again, shaking her head ''Is he cute?''

MONA

laughs, shakes head "I'm definitely going to hell for it, but you're totally gonna lose some points for that reaction." chuckles "You will not find him attractive. He kind of gives off Jafar from Aladdin vibes." pulls up a pic of marlon on her phone "This is Marlon. He's my best friend."

SASHA

jaw drops again, takes the phone and stares at it for a good 30 seconds before looking back at mona ''Oh... my god!''

MONA

takes her phone back, rolls eyes

SASHA

shakes head, shocked ''Mona, I know him.''

MONA

jaw drops "What?"

SASHA

nods, wide-eyed. ''It's kind of a long story but basically he was my brother's drug dealer for like the longest time and they would hang together and I always thought he was so hot and I was younger than him but I...'' chuckles, shaking her head ''... finessed him and I sneaked him in one night and yeah.'' shrugs and giggles. ''I had like the biggest crush but then he kind of like grew tired of me..'' pouts slightly ''... eventually I got over it, though.'' shrugs dismissively ''But woah, this is so bizzare.''

MONA

stares wide-eyed, listens, shook "Holy shit... He wasn't like, your first or anything, right?" pulls out her phone "I'm texting him right now. Can I invite him over?" laughs, shakes head "This is insane." laughs some more "And you genuinely liked him? Wild." laughs

SASHA

laughs. ''I mean, there was a guy before him but I was really young and he was basically the first guy I ever had like real sex with but no, he didn't actually took my virginity, my neighbor Jason did when I was even younger.'' laughs and covers her mouth, shaking her hand. ''OH MY GOD! I haven't seen him in forever, that's so embarrassing.'' laughs and nods, figuring that this was truly the most problematic thing happening in her life in the past year or so. ''I liked him so much.'' shakes head, still laughing. ''I thought he was the hottest dude around. - I mean, he is kinda hot but please don't tell Mike I said that.'' chuckles

MONA

finishes writing out her text to marlon, focuses on sasha again "This is truly the strangest coincidence. I'm glad he didn't take your virginity though. That'd make him coming over here a little more awkward than this is already gonna be. " literally just laughs some more, trying to stop, failing "Dude, he's so hot. In a hot chicken kinda way, but hot. Obviously, I think so. I like... risked it all for him. We stayed friends though. Which is truly amazing."

SASHA

nods in agreement ''I only said kinda because I thought you would judge me but yes, he is 100% hot.'' laughs ''He just looks so different from everyone around and his face is so, so nice and okay I shouldn't be saying this but he was like actually good in bed in a lazy, high, kind of way. - I think that made him even hotter.''

MONA

"Why would I judge you? After that story I just told with him as the other person in the scenario? This is a judgment free zone." replies to marlon, continues talking "Oh god, we really shouldn't be discussing this.. but yeah. Those days where it just Marlon and I and a bunch of coke and molly? Some of my best days." groans, shakes head "Don't ever repeat this, obvi."

SASHA

''Of course I won't.'' laughs ''He 100% used me back then, we had sex like four times and he would never even call me or anything.'' shakes head and laughs ''I mean, it was enough for me because it meant he gave me a tiny bit of his attention and–'' M(arlon): literally walks in as if he's walking into his own apartment. ''Ramona, this better be good or else I swear I will shove my fist up yo–'' stops when he notices she has company. furrows brows S(asha): looks kind of terrified but laughs ''Hi.'' M: raises eyebrows ''What are you doing here?'' looks at Mona ''What's going on?''

MONA

is kind of saddened by her story, doesn't have time to respond "Hey!" looks in between the two of them, a cruel smirk on her face "Marlon, this is my new friend Sasha."

SASHA

S: smiles mischievously and nods ''I'm sure you don't remember me.'' M: raises an eyebrow and shakes head, pretending to be oblivious even though he remembers every single lil detail about sasha ''I don't.'' shrugs, looking back at Mona ''Did you just bring me here to introduce me to a friend?''

MONA

scoffs, offended for her new friend sasha "Marlon, cut the shit. I can see it in your eyes, I know you know who she is, so how about not making her feel even worse than you did when you fucked her and ditched her all those years ago." rolls eyes, looks to sasha "Clearly, you missed out on nothing by him ghosting you."

SASHA

S: smirks, loving mona's attitude ''Yeah, trash.'' M: exhales deeply ''Did you expect me to propose?'' asks sasha, raising an eyebrow ''What are you two even doing together?'' S: ''Not really, a call would've been nice.'' shrugs M: ''It was ten years ago, Sasha. Move on, maybe?'' gives her a look ''Forreal, what's up?''

MONA

"Ah, so you do remember." shakes head "I gotta say, my sister really hit the jackpot with this one." is entertained by the whole situation "Nothing's up. We're friends now. Preston is buddies with her boyfriend, we met through them and realized that we kinda have a lot of common... Clearly more in common than we originally thought since we've now learned that we've both seen a scrawny chicken boy naked."

SASHA

S: laughs, shaking her head. ''I mean, I don't blame him. I've been told I tend to leave an impact on people.'' smirks, grabs her bowl of chips again.

M: shakes head, staring at sasha and shaking his head when he sees the chips ''See, that's exactly why we never worked out. Why would I ever trust a stan of chips covered in ketchup?'' makes a face ''Disgusting.''

S: ''Hey!, don't be a hater.'' rolls eyes at him, hugging the bowl

M: chuckles ''I guess rich, spoiled brats have a thing for scrawny chicken boys like me.'' smirks ''I can't blame y'all. I would too if I was dating the men you all seem to date.''

MONA

claps hands together, grins "This is amazing." turns to marlon "I was giving her a crash course, like on who I am as a person and why all the drama in my life isn't fun, so I mentioned that leak that happened a couple months back. And she was like no way, details please. And I showed her your pic and she was shook to learn that it was you. I am shook to learn that you two banged... Literally when she was so young, but we'll save that conversation." drapes an arm over marlon's shoulder " But yeah, I was telling her about we're bestest friends and you looove me." pulls him into a hug, dramatically kisses his cheek

SASHA

S: eats her chips, laughs at the summary ''Aww, I'm lowkey sad you guys didn't work out. It would've been so cute.'' half joking

M: nods and looks like the cloe meme as soon as mona is all over him but doesn't even move. looks down at his best friend ''Can you.. not?'' rolls eyes when she kisses his cheek but stays put ''I love her so much she's pulling this type of shit right now and I still haven't punched her in the face.

S: laughs and hums, putting her bowl down and walking over to him and grabbing his face before kissing his other cheek. laughs.

M: shakes head and pushes the two of them away. ''Get off.''

MONA

"Nah, it was for the best. If the two of us actually became a thing, we probably both would have OD'd by now. Plus, there'd be no Venecia and that isn't even a world I'd like to live in." chuckles when sasha joins in, squeezes him even tighter, scoffs when he pushes them away "I mean, technically we have both gotten you off before... if that's what you meant by get off." winks, knows she's being horribly problematic

SASHA

S: rolls eyes and laughs, eating her chips again. ''I got you off several times. - Remember that one time I got you off like twice in a three minutes period?'' smirks and looks at mona ''That was my personal best. I did good.'' chuckles

M: Knows hes going to hell and laughs at mona's problematic comment, shaking his head and narrowing his eyes at sasha. ''You want a medal?''

MONA

"Twice in 3 minutes? His little chicken dick was probably weeping with joy that it got THE Sasha," pauses, thinks "I don't know your last name, to BLESS it with her touch." shrugs "I don't know. I think she deserves a medal."

SASHA

S: laughs at mona's comment and nods ''He was so shocked, you could tell I was basically changing his life. - Sasha Cole, that's me.'' laughs ''It's such a pornstar name but I guess it goes well with my life-changing sex skills.'' smirks

M: ''You were also sixteen and I was a grown adult so we should probably never discuss that ever again.'' rolls eyes

S: shrugs ''That didn't stop you from fucking me, did it?''

M: ''It did.'' gives her a look. ''I'm guessing your men don't know y'all are speaking so fondly of my dick, do they?''

MONA

just observes the dynamic of the two of them, so intrigued "Huh. So your morals came into play, just way too late in the game?" shakes head "You guys were so messy. I love it." shrugs "Nobody's man gotta know about this conversation just like your woman doesn't need to know. Simple as that." ven starts crying on the baby monitor, nipples immediately begin to ache and leak "Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back!"

SASHA

S: hums, frowns ''Is that seriously why you never contacted me again?'' furrows brows ''Because of my age?''

M: ''Yes, Sasha. Are you gon' cry about it?'' rolls eyes at her. ''Why would I ever tell anyone about this meeting?'' is immediately interested by P's knives and grabs one, is weirdly fascinated by it.

S: furrows brows and can't believe she's somehow feeling somewhat attracted to marlon at that very moment ''Preston doesn't like people touching stuff, you know?'' brows still furrowed

M: looks at S, staring at her for a second. ''Are you telling him I went through his shit?''

MONA

literally takes her time getting ven, debates feeding her but knows she needs to go back to her guests, carries ven out in her arms "MARLON!! What are you doing? Put that down!" hurries over "Give me that. Now." looks around frantically "Sash, here." unceremoniously hands ven over to ketchup hands, ven is now crYING "I'm not even allowed to touch these, why would you be?" looks through drawers for a cloth to wipe marlon's prints off with, puts hand out for the knife

SASHA

S: jumps a little at mona's reaction and struggles to grab ven without making a ketchup mess all over her baby clothes. starts to kinda rock the baby to sooth her but is watching the whole thing go down with furrowed brows

M: looks mad confused ''What the fuck are you doing?'' gives her the knife ''What.. the fuck.... are you seriously wiping prints off the knife?'' ainsley's face hits his mind ''Stop doing that.'' shakes aisnley's face away and furrows brows

S: ''Shh, it's okay baby.'' rocks ven

MONA

literally ignores him, wipes the knife off soo thoroughly, carefully inspects it for any leftover marks, hums in satisfaction, returns it to its rightful place "Sorry, he just notices things, okay? And literally like the one rule I have here is to never touch the knives." sighs, stressed suddenly, takes a bottle from the fridge for ven and warms it, holds it out to sasha "It's not you, she's hungry."

SASHA

M: He's deadass so weird.'' shakes head ''You really gon' make ketchup hands feed your child?'' shakes head and takes ven from Sasha with one hand and the bottle with the other, showing pro skills at the whole thing. starts feeding ven and the baby is suddenly quiet and happy to be eating.

S: everything happens so fast that she's just observing, chuckling at how smooth marlon was at taking the baby and feeding her ''That's kinda hot.'' is wide eyed when she realizes she said that out loud.

MONA

"Ketchup hands was the one without a knife. I had to make a decision." shrugs, watches, smiles as he feeds his niece Clearly, you've had lots of practice." raises brows at sasha's comment, knows they've def crossed a line at this point "Sasha!" shakes head, chuckles "Was this a bad idea inviting Marlon over?"

SASHA

M: shrugs, not seeing the big deal ''Being a dad teaches you a thing or two.''

S: giggles and her cheeks start heating up. changes the topic. ''I mean, yeah. Good dads, though.'' shrugs ''Ven's dad can't relate.''

M: raises an eyebrow ''You got something to say, Sasha?''

S: laughs ''Hm, yeah. Ven's dad is a flop.'' shrugs, goes back to her chips.

M: ''Your dad is a flop. I mean, his teenage daughter was out there finessing grown man into fucking her.'' furrows brows

S: furrows brows, offended

MONA

cringes, really don't wanna be a part of a convo about fab, lowkey relieved when marlon changes the topic a lil, walks over, lightly and playfully slaps him on the side of his face "What teenager doesn't finesse grown men into fucking them? Shut up." goes over to sasha, pulls her into a hug "Stop being mean to my friend."

SASHA

S: is mad and lowkey sad because she ain't used to people being mean to her ''You were the adult so technically you were the one responsible for it.'' crosses arms over her chest and leans into mona's touch

M: ''Right, that's exactly why I ended it.'' is annoyed ''Seriously, this was years ago, why are you so pressed? Chill.''

S: stays quiet and shrugs

MONA

frowns really upset by the turn this is taking "You're literally just being mean, Marlon." notices sasha going quiet, hugs her tighter, really ain't trying to lose this friend already just bc marlon is mean "Anyways. This was fun and all, but you can go now, Mar."

SASHA

S: gives him a look. ''What do you even get out of being so mean?'' frowns

M: rolls eyes so far back he caught a glimpse of his brain ''Man, are you still sixteen?'' shakes head and furrows brows before looking down at ven and kissing her cheek and then her forehead. ''Take her.'' carefully hands her to Mona

S: shrugs slightly again, frowning and hugging mona back ''You're gross.'' @marlon

MONA

frowns, gladly accepts her child, literally just ready for this all to be over "I'll talk to you later, okay?" also @ marlon

SASHA

M: gives mona a look ''Apologize to Hazel, you were gross.'' turns and stares at S for a quick second and reaches for her face, pinches her cheek. ''Toughen up, you're grown now.'' narrows eyes at her. ''You're cute.'' smiles, walks away fully aware he just rocked her world again.

S: is sixteen again and looks up at him, feeling flustered when he calls her cute and furrowing her brows when he leaves

MONA

rolls eyes "Yeah, obviously I will." watches his interaction with sasha, confused and kind of disgusted, shakes head "Alright, enough of that." shuffles him to the door, her hand on his back basically pushing him out "Goodbye, Marlon... We're definitely talking soon."

SASHA

looks like she's about to cry, grabs her bowl but there's nothing there. pouts.

MONA

shuts the door, turns just in time to see sasha's face "Please don't cry!" hurries over and pulls her into another hug, ven squished in the middle "I am so sorry, that was an awful idea."

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