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sovksluv · 4 months

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i promise, angel

𖤐 . pairing - Luke Castellan x fem!Hera!reader

𖤐 . summary - luke changes your lastname

𖤐 . content includes - luke being cute and lovesick, forbidden child because who doesn’t love attention, can’t really thing of anything else

𖤐 . word count - 1386

𖤐 . taglist - @perseus-jackass @niktwazny303

𖤐 . a/n - ugh this is so cute i was kicking my feet the whole time 🤭🤭

you had a small feeling bubbling deep inside you all day, one that had only grown as the day went on. from the moment you woke up to right now, where you and your stunning boyfriend Luke were lying on a beautiful field, amazed at the bright shining stars above you.

it was you guys’ seven year anniversary, which you had spent the whole day celebrating. you and Luke met when you were sixteen, and you had just arrived at Camp Half-Blood for the first time. you were claimed the second you made eye contact with him, by your mother, Hera.

it was an indescribable feeling that washed over you that day. you had already met other people before Luke, but when your eyes met his for the very first time, that’s when you felt it. not only did you feel the presence of your elegant mother, but you swore you met the love of your life right then and there.

you don’t think Luke realized as quickly as you did, though, considering it took almost two whole years for him to finally ask you out. and that’s what you’re doing here in the field with him, relishing in the seven perfect years you spent with each other. you didn’t think the day could get any more perfect, but that feeling from before still gave you hope.

while you ogled at the stars above, you felt the gaze of your lover on the side of your face. your head slowly turned towards him, finding a soft smile rested on his lips. “what?” you giggled, grinning widely while your boyfriend shamelessly stared at you.

“am i not allowed to stare at my gorgeous girlfriend?” he joked, carelessly exaggerating the label. you felt your heart flutter, gaping at the man you'd loved since you were just a teenager, assuming you wouldn't last more than a year.

you flashed him a pearly smile while he carefully reached his left hand towards you, tucking your hair behind your ear. it sent goosebumps down the right side of your body, emitting a squeaky giggle from you. “weeeell… i never said ya couldn’t look at me,” you shrugged, still brightly grinning at him.

Luke sat up, grabbing your hand to pull you too. he wrapped his right arm around your shoulder and tucked your body into his, kissing all over the top of your head. “i wanna show you something,” he mumbled in your ear, standing up on his feet and offering his hand out to you.

tilting your head, you looked at him suspiciously, “what?” your hand lifted cautiously to his. he rolled his eyes, grasping your hand and pulling you up with him, right into his arms. “just come on, it’s not like i’m gonna kill you,” he chuckled, lacing his arm around your waist as he guided you to your next destination.

he led you back to the trail you left off from, walking further down it until you stopped at a lit pavilion. the lights that surrounded you made your skin glow with an ethereal beauty. Luke gawked at you, unable to tear your eyes from the mesmerizing girl that was standing in front of him.

“Luke, this is beautiful,” you gasped at the scene, carefully taking it all in as you felt him take both your hands in his, holding them comfortably. “it is, isn’t it?” you hear him say, your head turns back towards him, finding him already looking at you. a warm blush creeps up onto your face, and you feel that familiar bubbling in your stomach once again.

he whispers your name, not breaking eye contact, not letting go of your hands. “Luke,” you whisper back, reciprocating the squeeze he left on your hands. he smiles at you, not a cheeky one, but a genuine smile. a smile that tells you all you’d ever need to hear, without even uttering a single word.

he lets go of your hands, gently making sure they are by your side before he reaches to his back pocket, pulling something from it but not showing you. your eyebrows furrowed, confusion etched on your face until he moved again.

slowly, Luke lowered, his right knee resting on the ground. your eyes widened in shock as he looked up at you, revealing what was behind his back to be a white velvet ring box. “Luke.” you warned, as if there was any possible way he could be messing with you.

but he wasn’t. he bashfully stared at you with a goofy grin on his face, holding up the box in front of you. your heartbeat sped up, hands shooting to cup your gaping mouth. “Luke,” you murmured, muffled by your own hands.

he just kept staring at you, slowly opening the box to reveal a gorgeous diamond ring, one that reflected on the lights around you. you were so in awe, feeling tears pool in your eyes as your heart exploded. Luke’s voice muttering your name again was barely heard, but you still looked at him.

“i have loved you sniff since the moment i laid eyes on you.” he quickly wiped under his left eye before continuing, “and i knew- i knew right at that moment that i sniff was gonna marry you one day,” you smiled widely and he smiled back, tearfully chuckling.

his name left your lips once again but he interrupted you, “no, no, wait, let me finish, okay? I’m almost done, angel, i promise,” he sniffed again, still holding the delicate ring box with his shaky hands. you nodded, signaling him to continue.

he called your name once more, taking a deep breath to prepare himself for your upcoming answer. “will you do me the greatest honor in the world sniff of becoming my wife?” he finished, a hopeful, lovestruck look pooling in his eyes. his heart stopped, the wait, which was only a few seconds, felt like hours, years even.

but then you squealed, loudly, freaking out at his question. “yes! yes, yes, yes! a million times yes! oh my Gods, yes!” Luke was still in shock, partially frozen, unsure if the words he heard were real or not. he quickly shot up onto his feet, barely having any time to balance himself before you basically threw your body at him.

your arms locked around his neck, practically choking him with how hard you held him. with your face buried into his neck and the ring box held tightly in his left hand, he wrapped his right arm around you, tugging you even closer to him, if that was possible.

you kept your hold around him but slightly pulled away, cupping his face you shoved your lips on his, kissing him so aggressively that he almost fell backwards. Luke kissed you back with just as much ferocity, pushing your head closer using the back of his wrist.

after a while, you finally pulled away, desperate for air. “yes, Luke Castellan, i will marry you,” you grinned, breathlessly. he smiled widely, pulling from you as you lifted your left hand to him. he carefully pulled your ring from its confinements, then he held your hand in his and placed it on your ring finger.

“it’s perfect,” you whispered, entranced by the gleaming diamond that decorated your finger. you were so quiet Luke almost didn’t hear you, but he did. his hand cupped your cheek, moving your head to look at him.

his eyes were glassy and his smile left wrinkles in the corners of them. he slowly leaned down, capturing your lips once more. one hand slid further down your jaw, keeping your lips close to his, while the other found the small of your back, leaning your lower body closer into his.

the kiss was delicate and un-rushed. you closed your eyes and savored it, wrapping one of your arms around his neck while the other, the one adorned with your new accessory rested on his chest, gripping his shirt and tugging him closer.

you both slowly pulled away at the same time, lovingly staring into each other’s eyes. you brightly smiled at him again, feeling your mother’s presence all around you. Luke repeated your name one last time, like he had all night, but ended with his last name trailing right behind it.

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niningtori · 19 days

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make you cry | part three: hyuka's ending

part one | part two: beomgyu's ending

pairing: hueningkai x you, past beomgyu x you

summary: after your falling out with beomgyu, kai becomes your new best friend as you spiral out of control. his actions may not be completely platonic, though.

genre: angst, romance, smut (mdni), best friends to lovers

warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, creampie, dom!hyuka, oral (f. rec), dirty talk, praise, choking (sorry), possessive!kai, just some really sweet sex if u ask me, pregnancy kink

word count: 3.9k

notes: y'all... ik i said this would come out on my bday (which is exactly 2 weeks from now hehe) but i couldn't help but post it as soon as i finished it... lord knows i'm impatient. anyway, i said this would probably never exist but since ppl were asking for it, as the biggest pushover in the world, i couldn't say no ;_; i hope you enjoy it!

"you're not gonna die," kai says softly. "it's a shitty circumstance, but you're just making it harder on yourself."

you hum noncommittally while downing another searing shot of vodka. kai watches in horror as you don't even think to chase it, too much of a hassle, you said.

"look, i know how you're feeling, trust me. i just think that torturing yourself is the worst thing you can do right now. whatever happened to self care in the face of heartbreak?" he pleads, and it's like he's talking to a wall. you had been staring listlessly at the same spot for what had to have been at least an hour — no tears, no nothing. just a blank stare and an insatiable need for the next sip.

"yeah, i know. i just wish things were different." you were miserable being just friends with beomgyu before, but that pales in comparison to how used you feel now that you’ve slept with him.

"i know, baby. i know." at this point, he kind of just wishes you would cry. the awful look on your face seems significantly worse than if you'd just burst into tears.

beomgyu is your best friend, sure, but as you slowly descended into a pit of unrequited love for him, kai had understood like no one else after a particularly nasty breakup with his serial cheating ex. you two found some sort of secret camaraderie in the feeling of loneliness, something beomgyu would never understand, given how easily everything tended to work out for him. except for right now, you guess.

"alright, i think i'm done here," you slur and shakily stand as the vodka seems to be doing its job. kai scowls in frustration, wishing he could do more for you, but knowing he can't.

kai refuses to let you go home alone, so he hitches a taxi for you two. in the backseat of the car, you lean your head on the window and close your eyes, but all you see is the repeating image of beomgyu with a self-satisfied smirk on his face as he shows you the girl who he will probably end up fucking. you feel mentally sick knowing those eyes will never light up that way for you. you feel physically sick knowing that you gave him everything now and it still wasn’t enough.

then, as if hearing your thoughts, kai carefully slides his hand around your cheek, which is currently somewhat numb from the coldness of the window and bumpiness of the ride, and softly places your head on his shoulder.

when you finally get to your apartment, you invite him in. he can tell you just don't want to be alone, but he doesn't say anything, just wraps an arm around you as you lead him into your bedroom. after plopping down in your bed, he turns to leave before you grab the end of his shirt.

"can you stay with me?" you plead. and he nods without a word. lying down next to you before pulling you in his warm embrace.

"you know, i think you're gonna be just fine," he whispers into the top of your head. and just like that, the dam breaks, and you finally, finally burst into tears. wail, really.

you kick your legs like a child, chanting "no, no, no," and lamenting on and on about how things are wrong, wrong, wrong. this isn't how things were supposed to go. he was supposed to fall in love with you and open his eyes and see who’s been with him all along. he’d apologize and kiss you gently to make up for lost time. you hate how you hoped against hope that he would return your feelings and finally, finally start respecting you. but none of that happened the way it should. the way you so fervently hoped it would.

kai just pats your head and rubs your hair, all while cooing "shhh, i know. i know.”

you lay there with him, legs all tangled together and heart aching until you fall into a fitful sleep.

you miss beomgyu, that goes without saying, but it's getting easier these days. this is due in no small part to kai’s persistence. he comes to see you nearly every day and calls you when he can’t. you spend countless nights with him on speakerphone. most nights, he talks about his day, where he went, the people he saw. on the really, really bad nights, he’s just trying to console you. like right now.

“shh, it’s okay. i know,” he whispers into the phone.

“i-i’m sorry, hyuka. i’m just so sad,” you sob.

“no, don’t be sorry. why are you sorry?” he coos.

“because i’m dumping this all over you. it’s not your job to baby me,” you cry, feeling guilty beyond words, which only makes you cry harder.

“you’ve done the same for me. you know that. i couldn’t have gotten through my breakup if it weren’t for you, so you don’t need to be sorry. i’m here. i’ll always be here.” if you were less confused and hurt, you’d hear the extent of his tenderness. you might even realize how he’s bending over backwards in a way that’s reminiscent of the way you did for beomgyu. the way somebody who really loves you only ever does. but as it is, you don’t register any of it.

beomgyu shows up at your doorstep, sometimes. he doesn’t ever really say anything other than your name in a desperate voice between pleas to let him in, but you never do. you have no idea how strong your resolve will or won’t be if you see his face again, so you do your best to avoid him altogether. on a particularly bad night, though, you feel your self control waning. listening to what he has to say just once couldn’t hurt, right? you can’t stand the uncertainty and this seemingly endless purgatory you find yourself in now. you decide, no matter what the outcome is, you’ll put a stop to it tonight.

with newfound courage, you lightly crack your front door to come face to face with the boy who's been haunting you for months now. his red-rimmed eyes widen in shock as he finally sees you in person instead of from his friend’s instagram account.

“what do you want?” you attempt to ask coolly, but you sound unsteady even to your own ears. beomgyu doesn’t seem to notice, though, and if does, he doesn’t say anything about it.

“i just wanna talk to you,” he pleads, and you nod before widening the door and letting him in. you gesture for him to take a seat next to you on your couch and he cautiously sits while never breaking eye contact with you, as if he’s afraid that you’ll disappear if he takes his eyes off of you.

“so?” you ask plainly. he clears his throat as if he's been in a daze until now and nervously begins.

“i-i’m sorry for what i did to you. so, so sorry,” beomgyu says weakly. “and i miss you so much i can’t stand it.”

“then why did you do it?” you ask, not without a hint of malice.

“i.. i don’t know. i think i was just so scared to be hurt that i hurt you instead. but being away from you has shown me just how much i need you.” need. what a strange word coming from beomgyu’s mouth. as for needing you in particular? even stranger.

“you know, i really didn’t mean to hurt you,” he continues, but even he knows how flimsy his words seem right now.

“i know,” you reply quietly.

“i ruined everything,” he says with a sense of finality, no room for argument. “i know i did. but i-is it always going to be like this? i don’t think i can live without you in my life, one way or another.”

“i don’t know, beomgyu.” he flinches at the use of his full name. “it’s going to take some time before we can be friends again.” if ever. you don’t say those last words, but he can swear he hears them.

“that’s okay,” he says with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “as long as you know that i’m sorry, and that you didn’t and don’t deserve how i treated you.”

“i know,” you repeat. you can’t believe you’re not bawling and pulling him into your arms right now, for better or for worse, but surprisingly, you don’t feel any of the emotions you could’ve bet your life you would feel. you pity him more than anything, and your heart does ache, but more so for the friendship you lost instead of the love that never was. beomgyu wasn’t your best friend for nothing, so as if he can sense how detached you are from him, he says his next words.

“are you seeing him?” he asks with a tinge of melancholy.

“who?” you ask, taken aback at his sudden question.

“c’mon, be serious. kai.”

“k-kai? what do you mean?” he smiles bitterly at your words.

“i’ve seen the way he looks at you. if you don’t see it yourself, you’re either delusional or blind. after i last saw you, he really told me all about myself.”

“he talked to you after that?” you ask in shock.

“oh yeah. he said he’d beat the brakes off of me if i ever tried to hurt you again, and the only reason why he hadn’t done it already was because you would be sad.” you pause at his earth-shattering words. your sweet hyuka really said that? you can’t imagine someone as soft and caring as him uttering such unforgiving words, but when you think about how much pain he knew you were in, it makes sense. kai had seen the worst parts of you after beomgyu had broken your heart. only he knew just how much you were hurting, and only he would care as much as he did. you don’t know why, but you can’t help but smile softly at the thought of him being so riled up that he acted completely out of character for you. just for you.

“and if i know you, and i do, i’d say that you probably feel the same way he does.” you gasp at his observation. how could he possibly think that?

“y-you’re wrong! we’re just good friends.” best friends, even. you haven’t really thought about kai in that context. everything you’ve ever done seemed purely platonic on your end. but now that you’re really thinking about it, is it actually? the late night phone calls, spending the night in his arms, waking up to kisses on your forehead and promises to see you later. that’s not what “just friends” do, is it?

“really? then you’d be okay with him acting the same way he does with you with literally anyone else?” you’re at a loss for words at this. what would you do if kai showed his gentleness to anyone else the same way he does for you? how would you react to him staying up all night on the phone with another girl? to him dropping everything just to make sure she’s eaten? to looking at someone else with infinite warmth and care? you wouldn’t like it at all.

beomgyu smiles sadly at your reaction. he knows now that you’ll never love him again. not in the way he’s realized he loves you. but that’s okay. love is supposed to be selfless. he realizes that now as he watches you stutter and vehemently deny the love you have so obviously begun to have for another man.

on your end, all you can think is: oh god, how long have you been stringing kai along? since your fallout with beomgyu? or even before that? sure, you could hide under the pretense of being each other’s primary support system in heartbreak, but you can’t do that forever. especially not now. in the middle of your reverie, the sound of your front door opening snaps you back to reality. who else would it be besides the boy in question?

“what the fuck are you doing here?” kai growls when he catches sight of beomgyu. he had just stopped by to see if you’re okay since you hadn’t texted him back in awhile. he figured he’d walk in to you sleeping soundly, not to the sight of you and beomgyu getting cozy on your couch. you, of course, were decidedly not getting cozy with beomgyu in the slightest, but kai couldn’t see that in the midst of his rage.

“me? i’m leaving now,” beomgyu says, sensing danger and cleverly wanting to escape it.

“yeah, you’d better,” kai spits.

when beomgyu shuts the door behind him, kai immediately turns to you.

“did he hurt you?” you shake your head no.

“are you okay?” he asks and all you can do is nod. actually, you haven’t felt this okay in a long, long time. things that didn’t previously make sense to you are incredibly clear now. you love kai, you really do. you loved beomgyu, obviously, but those feelings of pain are gone now that you feel the tenderness that is actual, reciprocated love.

“kai?” you ask in the middle of his barrage of questions about what happened.

“yes?” he asks, completely dropping his interrogation as soon as you say his name.

“do you love me?” his face crumbles at this question.

“don’t be stupid, of course i love you. you’re my best friend.”

“not like that. i mean, do you love, love me?” you search his eyes for an answer. his mouth widens and he sputters for a moment before realizing there’s no way out.

“...yes.”

“since when?” you can’t help but ask.

“since always,” he says with a smile, reminiscent of the words you had spoken to beomgyu all that time ago. you can’t even imagine how kai must have felt when he saw you pining after beomgyu, and for so long. actually, you can. that’s how you felt about beomgyu. your heart aches when you think that you’ve unintentionally inflicted the same pain on the sweetest boy you’ve ever known.

“what about your ex?”

“she’s not you. and i think… i think she knew my heart was never really in it. not like it is with you. i think that’s why she cheated.” it still hurt to be cheated on by her, to be clear, but not more than it did to see your eyes following beomgyu every second of every day. when he cried to you about her, he was really just crying over you.

“i’m… i know you’re not into me like that, and that's okay, it really is. i just don’t want to lose you.” your heart flutters at his words. kai’s selflessness, his care, his indulgence. his love. you try to imagine a world where kai shows the sides he shows to you to someone else. you’d feel absolutely gutted, now that you think about it. unconsciously, you’ve grown to want to monopolize everything about him. you can’t imagine giving him up, not for anyone. not even for beomgyu.

without another word, you gently place your hands on his cheeks and pull his face towards yours. you kiss him softly, tenderly, and he can’t help but gasp before melting into the kiss. there’s so much care behind it along with love, appreciation, and the sense of making up for lost time.

his eyes redden when you insert your tongue into his pliant mouth.

“s-stop. any more, and i won’t be able to hold back.” “so don’t hold back,” you say as you grab his hand and lead him to your bedroom.

“a-are you sure?” he asks nervously.

“i’m sure,” you say breathily. “i love you, too. so please, just take care of me, okay?” he can’t hold himself back now. the girl he loves is practically begging him to take her, what kind of person would he be if he said no? so he doesn’t. with great care, he strips your clothes off of you and watches in awe as he sees your naked body in front of him. slowly, intentionally, he lays you down on your bed and admires you for all that you are. your cheeks heat up as he presses kisses onto every inch of your trembling body, almost like he’s trying to mark you with a seal that makes you his own, completely. almost like he’s removing traces of anyone else, and you love the feeling of practically being worshiped by a man who’s clearly in love with you.

eventually, his kisses become more and more fiery as he inches towards your fluttering pussy.

with a curse, he grabs a pillow and shoves it underneath your hips, raising your glistening cunt so you can more easily fully take in the sight of him lapping up your sweetness like he’s starving. you’ve felt similar pleasure before, but nothing quite like this. is this how it feels to be with someone you love who truly loves you back? you think so. your legs are shaking and involuntarily caging him in between them, but he doesn’t try to resist you. it’s like he could die happily in between your legs as he moans into your cunt, the vibrations racking through your body deliciously. he chuckles when you gasp at the feeling of one of his long, knobby fingers entering your heat. he curls experimentally, you cry out his name when he finds your sweet spot and taps it mercilessly, sliding another finger in and following suit. the sweet feeling of his mouth sucking on your clit and the cruel curling of his fingers is enough to bring you to your climax. you cry out his name as your toes curl and legs shake, which only spurs him further, slurping up your slick like he can’t stand the thought of losing a single drop.

“did that feel good, baby? you wanted me to take care of you, right? so just sit back and let me do it. i’ll make you feel better than you ever have.”

he rips off his shirt and unceremoniously tosses it behind him. you’re panting now, gasping for air, but he’s not done with you yet. he sits up and unbuckles his pants, sliding them down his creamy thighs and letting his cock stand tall. his whole body is flushed pink with embarrassment when you take him all in, matching his reddened member, which is currently leaking profusely with precum. he’s so needy for you, and you can see it all over his bright pink face. you should be tired from the intense orgasm he just gave to you, but you can’t help but gulp in anticipation as he lines himself up with your entrance. slowly, he pushes his wide tip in your spasming pussy.

“o-oh, god,” he says as he splits you open. you can’t even form words because the stretch you feel is absolutely scorching, so you whine instead. tears spring in your eyes as he shakily pulls out then pierces you with one fluid motion, bottoming out completely.

“y-you’re going to break me,” you cry.

“oh, baby. it’s alright, you can take me,” he says soothingly, but not without a tinge of mischief. that’s all you get before he begins thrusting into you. the harsh curve of his cock dragging along your walls and inadvertently hitting your g spot relentlessly has you opening your mouth, trying not to drool, but failing when he sticks his thumb in your mouth. like a madwoman, you begin to desperately suck on it, which only fuels the fire even more.

“you look so pretty sucking on me like that,” he coos. “bet you wish it was my dick instead, don’t you?” he snickers as he stuffs his cock into your pussy. “i’ll give it to you every day, okay? you don’t have to beg.” you nod pathetically in agreement. the thought of kai filling you up every day has you needier than before, somehow. you need this feeling, the feeling only he can give you.

his body is scorching hot in your arms. his cock throbbing inside you? even hotter. you watch in awe as he rams himself into you, your whole body shaking with every thrust.

“t-take it, you can fucking take it. my pretty girl, so fucking perfect for me,” he praises.

this can’t be your sweet, sweet hyuka, right? but as your teary eyes look up at him, you know it has to be. as if he can hear your thoughts, he smirks as he takes one of his hands and lightly grips your throat. it’s not hard enough to hurt you, but enough to have you whimpering. he calls your name lovingly as he drills into your swollen pussy, walls clenching down around him. you whimpering out his name in tandem with the indecent sounds of his balls slapping against you ring inside his head. he feels more and more that he’s losing his grip on reality as he continues to impale you on his cock. a shudder pulsates through you as you feel an orgasm approaching again. you don’t have to say it’s coming, because he can feel it when you clench around him, pussy begging him not to leave as it sucks him in deeper and deeper.

“fuck, baby, you look so beautiful coming undone around my cock. so gorgeous, this pussy is the best, never wanna leave it.”

neither of you feel particularly sane at the moment, especially not as he clutches your thigh to steady himself as he thoroughly fucks you into your soiled mattress, hand still gripping your throat.

“gonna come, gonna get you pregnant so everyone knows not to mess with you. do you want that? do you want everyone to know how good i’m fucking you? that you’re all mine?”

“yes, yes, yes! come inside, please!” you manage to choke out. you place your arms around his neck and dig the heels of your feet into his ass as he drills into you. that’s all it takes, really, before his warm seed fills you to the brim. he moans as he releases his grip on your neck and pumps it further and further into you, pushing his load into your cervix as he peppers your face and neck with sweet kisses.

he collapses, pushing your hair off of your sweaty face so he can get a better look at you.

“d-did i hurt you?” he asks cautiously, only sobering up now that his release has come.

“it was good, i liked it,” you giggle, admiring his cuteness. he smiles contentedly as he places one hand on your stomach and gently caresses it.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “can’t believe you’re really mine.” mine. what a beautiful word, only made more beautiful by the boy who’s insisting you belong to each other.

“i could say the same thing about you,” you whisper, placing your hand on his blushing cheeks.

“wanna go again?” he asks, cock already hardening once more.

“w-what?” you ask dumbly as he shifts from beside you.

“i meant it when i said i want everyone to know you’re mine,” he says, positioning himself over you again and sliding his cock up and down your slit. he was right. you’ve never felt this good before in your life, and you wouldn’t want it to be because of anyone else.

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neteyamsyawntu · 1 year

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My Little Tawtute

Neteyam x Curvy!Human Reader

✨Friendly Disclaimer: The content of this story contains aged-up characters! If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to click or scroll away. The last thing I want is for anyone to read something they are uncomfortable with, however if you decide to interact with any negativity, you will be blocked from my blog as a result.

Synopsis: Your relationship with Neteyam was unique to say the least. Nothing ever going farther then some light touches and some cuddling, but what happens when Neteyam decides to push the boundaries of your relationship during one of his visits to the lab?

LIGHTLY PROOF READ

Warnings:🔞MINORS DNI🔞 SMUTSMUTSMUTTYSMUT, P in V, fingering, mentions of creampie, thigh fucking, friends to lovers(if you squint hard enough), size kink, interspecies relationship, dirty talk, dom!neteyam, pet names. (Let me know if I missed anything)

Tawtute -> Human

Today wasn’t necessarily the most busy day in the lab. You had gotten most of your research done by noon and for the most part you now found yourself just organizing things into virtual files, before moving your work to your room to start on your physical copies, being a very tedious note taker. You were half way through the pile when you were pulled out of your thoughts to heavy footsteps against the tile coming from down the hall. You look over to your open door just in time to see Neteyam crouch down as he carefully makes his way through the doorway, having learned the hard way from being excited one too many times and smacking his forehead against the frame. The realization of his carefulness coaxing a small chuckle from you. Neteyam’s ears perked at the sound, giving you a smirk in return, “You sound like you are in a good mood today.” He says as he closes the door behind him, moving to stand to his full height, only leaning down slightly from over your shoulder, observing the papers in front of you. “It’s been a pretty easy day, nothing too exciting. I’m just organizing all of this to keep myself busy at this point” You say with a content sigh, swiveling around in your desk chair to look up at the nearly 10ft tall na’vi. Neteyam gives a small nod, taking in your words as his smirk slowly spreads a tad wider, “And.. when do you think you will be done with your… organizing?”. You give a small shrug as you casually look over your stack of notes and your tabbed storage container, which was sorted by importance of category, “Mm… hopefully not too much longer- here let me set up your spot”. What had become Neteyam’s spot was simply just some extra pillows and blankets you had, that you arranged for him so that he wouldn’t have to sit on the cold tile floor for too long, which of course he showed no issue with, but still appreciated the gesture. Rising from your chair, you made your way over to the tall wardrobe on the farthest wall of the room, Neteyam’s eyes glued to the way your exposed thighs rubbed against each other as you walked, watching the slight jiggle that was created with each step. It was one of the things that drew you to him; despite your own insecurities about your body, Neteyam was fascinated with the curvature of your body, only really being accustomed to the lean, slender build of the na’vi. You were different in the best way possible.

Although his initial attraction to you started with your peaked interest and passion for learning about Pandora and the culture of his people, the more time he spent with you, the more he would catch himself staring at your body. Staring, slowly led to daydreaming, to fleeting touches, pushing the boundaries further and further to get close to you. The relationship between the two of you was unique for lack of a better term. The two of you were close, very close in fact. With na’vi being monogamous creatures by nature, as soon as Neteyam started to feel a more intimate attraction toward you, he silently made his claim on you, always making sure you were not left alone with other men for too long without him being present and even cuddling with you during your down time. Sometimes your cuddle sessions would turn somewhat heated, fueled by Neteyam’s wandering hands and his need to squeeze the thickness of your thighs, but none of it went farther than some suggestive touching and cautious kisses. Neteyam’s eyelids became heavier as he watched you set everything up on the floor, his tail swaying intriguingly behind him, “How's this?” You asked, kneeling on the floor as you adjusted some of the blankets. Neteyam slowly lowered his body onto the soft surface of the blankets and pillows, his face creeping closer and closer to yours as he stared straight through you with his large golden eyes, “Nearly perfect…” he hummed, before shifting to lay his head down on your lap, his eyes closing contently as he nuzzled gently against the plush of your thighs, “Mmm.. much better” he purred with a slight pull in his throat. You were used to his advances by now of course, yet they never failed to manifest butterflies in your stomach at his forwardness.

“Neteyam, I still have work to do..” You state with a small pout. Neteyam’s ear merely flicks at your weak attempt at a protest, opening his eyes to gaze up at you with a playful glint in his eyes, “Just stay with me like this a moment… then you can go back to your ‘work’, I promise” his words almost have a sarcastic tone to them as he shifts his position to run his nose along the skin of your thigh. You sigh before giving a soft giggle, moving a hand to pet his head, “You’re just like a needy house cat, you know that?”. Neteyam scrunches his nose a bit at your comment, his tail shifting to tap against the pillows in a slight annoyance, “I do not appreciate being compared to your Earth creatures.”. It was so easy for you to tease him, which only made you want to do it more. You had shown him pictures on your laptop of certain animals native to your planet one day, whilst the two of you were exchanging information about your own respective planets, when you continued to point out some of his own feline features that reminded you of the small furry creatures, which prompted the same reaction of an unamused nose scrunch. Either way he continued to allow your soft caresses, humming as he shifts his body to lay on his side, facing your body. A deep blush begins to form on your cheeks as you watch him. How his nostrils twitch as he pokes your inner thigh with his nose, just below the hem of your shorts, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “Neteyam what-”, “-You smell so good, tawtute… so sweet.. right here” he hums as shifts his head to brush his flat nose against the crotch of your shorts. You could feel your heartbeat begin to double at his words and actions, your body stiffening as he takes a deep inhale of your scent, pressing his nose against the zipper of your shorts.

You flinch at his assertiveness, watching him with wide eyes. This wasn’t necessarily out of character for him, but he was definitely pushing the boundary of your usual intimate touching. To have his face so close to your clothed cunt, blatantly smelling your arousal, it nearly made you feel light headed as tension started to build up between you. “Teyam… “ you whisper, gulping slightly as the air in the room almost seemed to become thicker, harder to breathe. Neteyam reluctantly lifted himself from your lap, nearly high off of your scent alone, desperate for another hit, his eyes heavy with lust, as he rose to his knees, “Turn around…” he ordered in a low almost strained voice, as if it was taking him every morsel in his body not to pin you beneath him and claim you as his. You shivered at his tone, giving a slight nod as you slowly rose to your feet, turning your back to him. Listening as Neteyam lets out a pleased hum, a soft gasp suddenly escapes your lips at the feeling his large hands taking hold of your hips, pulling you to press your back flush against his chest, his nose immediately finding its nesting spot in the crook of your neck, having another intake of your scent. Neteyam’s hands slowly creep down to the swell of your thighs, his fingers squeezing the fat there firmly as he releases a groan directly into your ear. “N-Neteyam… This.. this is a little.. Uh..” You are hardly able to put your thoughts into a cohesive sentence. Your brain was yelling at you to reject his advances, but your instincts and the tightening in your stomach as his nails lightly dig into the skin of your thighs, wanted nothing more than to melt under his touch. “Are you uncomfortable, yawne? Do you want me to stop?” he purrs into your ear, his lips grazing its shell, waiting for your consent before he continues, “N-no..I just… you’ve never held me like this before.” You breathe as your eyelids flutter at the thought of what could be going through Neteyam’s mind. The power he had over you felt intoxicating.

Neteyam lets out a soft chuckle, enjoying how nervous he’s making you feel, the heat of his breath on your ear, sends a shiver down your spine, “Do you trust me, tawtute?” he asks in a soft sultry tone. Giving him a slow nod, Neteyam responds by parting his lip to lick a thin stripe up the length of your ear, instantly sending another shiver down your spine, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth as the action pulls a whimper from your throat, “Good…”. Neteyam begins to massage your thighs in slow circles, his fingers spreading out to encompass the width of your thighs, continuously squeezing the flesh there, his thumbs lightly caressing your exposed stretch marks periodically, releasing a deep groan into the side of your neck, as his eyes are glued to his repetitive movements, “So beautiful…”. A small whine escapes you at his words, your breath hitching as you feel something firm, pressing against the back of your thigh, while Neteyam shifts his right hand to allow his index finger to rub against the hem over your crotch, pressing firmly enough for you to feel friction between his finger and the fabric of your shorts. Your brows pinch at the sensation, head rolling back to rest against his shoulder as you release a staggered exhale.

A satisfied smile forms its way onto Neteyam’s lips as his eyes move to watch your pleasured expression, “Are you enjoying this, Y/N?” He asks, already knowing full-well the answer, as he examines your face, mouth agape and eyes closed tight as he adds more pressure to his long digit, dragging it across your clothed folds, too caught up in the feeling to answer him straight. “Answer me sweet girl…” his voice rumbles against your ear, his nose gliding down the side of your neck, “Haah… mmm- yes… feels.. really good.” you respond between shaky breaths, your mind beginning to spiral as his thumb drifts to push open the button of your shorts effortlessly. “Hmm that’s my good girl..” as the words leave his mouth, another swipe of his tongue finds its way down your jugular, toward your collarbone, the sensation tingling your sensitive skin enough for you to grip the forearm, of his hand that was working on shimmying your shorts down your thick thighs, as a reflex. As your mind finally becomes conscious of what Neteyam was trying to do, the sense of urgency fueled by your desire takes over, prompting you to move your hands to assist him in shoving your shorts down your thighs, pushing past the slight resistance of your thighs, kicking them away the moment they fall to the floor. “You seem eager, little one” Neteyam says with a soft chuckle as fingers hook themselves around the band of your panties pulling them down as well, tossing them to the side after you step out of them, before his hands work their way up your legs to reclaim their place back on your thighs. His right hand shifting to lightly lay over your mound. Your body shivers as the cold air brushes past your naked folds, breath hitching the moment Neteyam’s finger slides through the wetness that had built up at your entrance, collecting the wetness enough to bring his lubricated digit to your clit, rubbing slow repetitive circles against the bundle of nerves. Your back instantly arches at the sensation, your hand moving to cover your mouth, muffling your noises, to which Neteyam immediately removes your hand with his free one, bringing the back of your hand to his lips, pressing a firm kiss against it as he eyes you hungrily, “do not hide those pretty noises from me, sevin… let me hear you” Neteyam purrs a he begins to rub slightly firmer circles into your clit while simultaneously beginning to grind his throbbing erection against your leg.

“Ohh! Ahh- oh god..” Neteyam’s ears flick as your whiny moans fall from your lips, responding with his own low growl at the sound, “Yes… that’s it, yawne… s-so so pretty…”. You can hear his own voice begin to waver as he grinds his erecting firmly against your leg, his brows knitting together as the sensation starts to become too much for him to handle. His eyes land on the puddle of slick that had built up on his hand from massaging your folds, “Y/N… do you mind if we try something?” He asks in a slightly shaky voice, as he loops a hand behind his back to expertly untie his loincloth, allowing it to fall to the floor at his knees, his cock springing up, smacking lightly against your thigh. Your eyes widen at the feeling, unable to stop yourself as your curious hand reaches behind you to run your fingers along his shaft, earning a trembling hiss from Neteyam, “Y-yawne, wait.. you don’t have to do that… Oh…”. Looking over your shoulder at him, eyes now half lidded, watching as Neteyam leans his head against your shoulder while unsteady, heavy breaths leave his lips, as you wrap your small fingers around his cock, giving him slow yet firm strokes from base to tip. His shoulders rise and fall with a bit more urgency as his breathing becomes heavier, absolutely crumbling at the way you’re touching him. Biting his lip, Neteyam puts his hand over yours to halt your movements, pulling you off of him, “S-stop… you’re gonna make me cum like that… just- spread your legs a bit more.” He requests, letting go of your hand to place his own on the swell of your ass, his fingers hungrily digging into your cheeks, spreading them apart slightly, causing you to whine as you eagerly follow his orders. Neteyam places a hand at the base of his cock, steadying his breath as he brings you closer to him, pressing your hips flush against his front, guiding the length of his cock to slide right up against your sopping cunt, pulling pleasured sounds from both of you at the contact. “Good… n-now close your legs for me”, “W-wait, close them?” You ask, giving him a somewhat confused look. “Yes, tawtute.. close your legs for me… please”. You could tell he was becoming more and more desperate by the shaky plea that left his mouth. Complying with his wishes you close your legs as much as you can with his cock sitting between your thighs, Neteyam’s hands gripping your hips tightly as he holds back a strained groan, “J-just like that… perfect…”. Taking in deep breath Neteyam pushes his cock through your thighs, using your slick as lubrication, your eyes watching as his tip breaks free from the containment of your closed legs, a content sigh leaving his lips as Neteyam once again has to remind himself to keep his restraint, to not plunge himself straight into your tight, unprepped pussy.

Your body began to tremble, feeling as a potent heat spreads through your core you could feel your cunt aching as Neteyam began to use your hips to slide you back and forth on his cock, using your thighs to fuck himself. His palms moving to pull your ass cheeks apart to watch the base of his cock disappear between your thighs over and over again, “Oh shit, yawne… haah.. you're doing so well for me.. Eywa, you’re so wet…”. A high pitched whine rips from your throat as his thick shaft glides effortlessly over your folds and clit, coaxing out small squelching noises from the push and pull of his movements, your hips occasionally jerking at the sensation of his cockhead hitting your clit a certain way. “Ahh.. Teyam I- I can’t..”, Neteyam immediately stops his motions at your words, thinking he may have done something wrong, or that you weren’t completely as comfortable with this as you had led on. Leaning in close to your face, Neteyam nuzzles against your cheek in attempts to comfort you, his cock continuing to throb and twitch at the loss of friction, “What is it, tiyawn?” He asks a little out of breath, as he tries to reel back his mind to focus on you and your needs. “I… I need more.. please, Teyam.” You beg in soft whimpers, as your hand reaches down to caress the tip of his cock that was poking out from between your thighs, causing his hips to jerk slightly at the sudden touch. Neteyam stares down at you with wide eyes at your boldness before his lips twitch into a smirk, releasing a low chuckle from his chest, “Oh my little needy tawtute… you have no idea how hard it is for me not to pin you down and have my way with you.” He purrs against your cheek, before shifting his head to place a firm kiss on your temple, “But I would hurt you. Your small little body is not made to take such.. large intrusions”.

You pout letting loose another needy whimper as you lean forward enough to shift your hips to align his tip with your rubbed out pussy lips, “I can take it.. I promise… or I at least want to try- please Neteyam… I need you” you whine desperately as you begin to stir your hips against his cockhead, already feeling how it would take him a good amount of effort to even force himself inside of you, as his tip barely passed through your lips. Neteyam takes in a sharp inhale at your actions, gritting his teeth as his hold on your hips becomes nearly bruising as he fights against his own internal conflicts, “Y/N this is dangerous.. I’m serious, you could really get hurt”. You groan at his protests, knowing that he was right, but he had already given you this much, let you feel him, touch him, and your body only craved more. Your pussy throbs in anticipation as you take matters into your own hands, attempting to push yourself down on to him, “Fuck it! I don’t care, hurt me then. Neteyam please I can’t take it anymore.” Before you can even process what is happening, your head is pinned to the blankets below you, ass in the air as Neteyam continues to hold you by the back of the neck, keeping you in place. Looking over your shoulder you can see the dark look in his eye, his chest heaving with heavy breaths as he indulges in his own primal instincts for a moment. Leaning over your backside, Neteyam drags his tongue up your spine, pushing your shirt up as he goes, until he reaches the center of your shoulder blades. With one hand Neteyam maneuvers your shirt to bind your wrists with it, rolling the excess fabric into a small knot. His voice is a low growl in your ear, “If you want it that badly, then be a good girl and let me properly prepare you.” Releasing his hold on your wrists after ensuring that your wadded up shirt would do the job, Neteyam snakes his hand behind your rear, moving down toward your exposed glistening cunt, giving it a rough slap, not enough to hurt, but to at the very least stimulate your aching hole, enough to cause you to cry out, “You said you wanted to be hurt, isn’t that right, tawtute? Hah.. such a naughty little thing..” he coos to you teasingly as he rubs the flesh of your ass, before directly inserting his middle finger down to the last knuckle into your throbbing core. Your breath is caught in your throat at the unexpected entry, thinking he would have maybe given you some sort of warning, only finally finding your voice as he begins to pump the digit inside of you, letting out a breathy moan in partial relief from the aching in your deprived walls.

“Is this what you wanted? Begging for my cock and now you can’t even speak, all because of my finger. Go ahead, beg for more, little one… beg me to stretch you out properly” he orders you in a deep growl, as his fangs graze the flesh of your shoulder. Without any hesitation, you eagerly answer to his call, “M-more! Please, Teyam put another finger in… ohh it feels so good…”. With a sly smirk Neteyam shifts his hand back, watching your expression closely as he forces his last two fingers into your hole. Your brows pinch together at the sudden stretch, mouth falling agape as you find your voice temporarily missing again, before releasing a strained mewl. Neteyam placed a kiss on your shoulder, choosing to be a bit more patient with you, soothing your discomfort, considering the drastic adjustments your body was having to make, before slowly moving his digits in and out of you, massaging the gummy part of your walls. Continuing to release a stream of shallow breaths and moans, you find yourself fisting the blankets beneath you as Neteyam’s fingers masterfully find your g-spot, watching how your body squirms every time he hits it. “O-oh god.. Tey- Teyam I’m close!” You warn, feeling your legs start to tremble, your knees struggling to stay upright in your current position, “That’s it… cum for me, my little tawtute. Cum on my fingers.”, his words ring in your ear like an undeniable command, almost as if your body was hardwired to appease his wants, prompting your body to immediately obey his orders, as you feel your core tighten more and more before you burst, screaming out in ecstasy. The tightness of your cunt practically pushing his fingers out of you, leaving a thick string of slick connecting his fingers to your throbbing cunt. You nuzzle your face into the blankets as you come down from your high, desperately trying to regain control of your breathing, you turn your face to look over your shoulder, just in time to catch Neteyam’s predatory gaze as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking and sucking your juices tentatively, his tail swaying possessively behind him, “How is it that you taste this good?… Sweet.. yet tangy like an utumauti… or I think you humans call it banana fruit.”. You throw a half hearted, exhausted laugh his way as you slowly move to sit up, your mind fogging as you assumed this was the end of your intimate session, that was until his large palm presses into the middle of your back, pushing you back down, forcing you to arch your back for him, ripping a surprised yelp from your weak form, “You’ve been such a good girl, yawne… I think it’s time I give you what you’ve been begging for.” Neteyam hums, rubbing his shaft along your dripping folds, biting his bottom lip as he collects your remaining cum on his shaft, his ears flicking when his actions are rewarded with the sound of your breathy sighs, “Unless of course you have changed your mind?” He teases you, pressing his tip firmly against your entrance, restraining enough to wait for your green light to insert himself into you.

“Tey, stop teasing me and give it to me already!” you pout, pushing your ass to meet his advances, nearly causing his tip to slip inside of you, earning a shaky moan from the na’vi male behind you, slowly turning into a rough chuckle, “I don’t think I've ever met anyone so desperate to be torn apart. Very well, tiyawn… relax for me” he coos, leaning into your ear, placing a gentle kiss on it’s shell before leaning back, firmly placing his hands on your hips, holding you in place and then you feel it, his cockhead forcing its way into your cunt, assisted by your preexisting lubricant. The stretch was unlike anything you had felt before, making his fingers seem feeble in comparison, yet feeling as Neteyam pushed himself further and further through your walls, you knew that without having taken his fingers first, you would have certainly been torn apart. Your back arched further as the weight of his pelvis caused your knees to spread further apart, gasping as the action drove him deeper inside of you,“I-It hurts, Tey…”, “You’re doing great, yawne… just a bit more..”. His tone is soft and affectionate, in his best attempts to comfort you. No matter how much he teased you, it did cause him pain to see you in such discomfort, nearly on the verge of tears as you lay your head flat on the floor in defeat, allowing your body to fully relax as you accept your fate. Just as Neteyam had promised you, with a few more pushes into your tight walls, his cock had finally reached as far as it could go, his tip nestled against your cervix, releasing a heavy exhale into the crook of your neck, as he tried to keep his composure despite how hungrily your pussy clenched around him, “Oh Eywa… you feel incredible, yawne.” He mutters in a barely audible whisper as he nuzzles into your hair, taking in your scent to calm his nerves, his hands falling from your hips to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling your rear flush against his pelvis, his tail curling at the sensation of being so deep inside of you. His eyes trail over you as your expression finally seems to relax, carefully resting his forehead against your temple, placing a kiss on your cheekbone.

“I am going to start moving now… ok?” He coos into your ear, placing another kiss on the top of your head after you nod in approval. Steadying himself with a final breath, Neteyam slowly begins to roll his hips into you. “Mmmn…Oh my… ohh!”, you moan out as your heart is beating at a thousand miles a minute, the pain slowly melts into pure arousal. The feeling of the stretch was still there of course, yet oddly the discomfort in itself became satisfying. Gripping the shirt that still bound your hands, you began to rock your hips back to meet Neteyam’s thrusts, taking him off guard for a moment at your sudden eagerness, nevertheless it fuels his desire to want to pound into you that much more, “Look at you taking me so well…so deep.. and so tight” he purrs low into the back of your neck between moans, his breaths becoming slightly heavier as his hips begin to move a bit more passionately, nuzzling into your hair once more as his own desires grow more intense, “You’re so tiny…oh you sky person…” Neteyam whispers breathily into your neck, chuckling softly at the pathetic whine you let out in protest of this specific pet name, only encouraging him to buck his harder into you, admiring how his movements cause your tongue to fall past your lips as your mouth hangs open to allow string after string of moans and whimpers to emerge. The small room filling with noises of ecstasy as well as the sound of skin slapping against one another as Neteyam steadily loses his composure, rutting into you with intense love and carnal desire.

Moaning out at the feeling of a sudden tug at the base of your skull, Neteyam uses your hair to pull your head backward, forcing you to stare at the ceiling while his mouth hungrily attaches itself to your neck, leaving dark marks all along its surface, leaving his claim on you, so that everyone- sky person and na’vi alike would know who you belong to. The familiar tightness builds up in your core again, as the mix of sensations work together to send you into overdrive. Neteyam can feel it too. The way your cunt is clenching and unclenching more rapidly around him, he knows you are getting close. His arm that his still wrapped around your middle moves to descend his hand down between your thighs, rubbing at your overstimulated clit, immediately causing your entire body to tremble once again, albeit more aggressively than before as your orgasm ripped through your body before you even had a chance to give a proper warning. Neteyam’s ears perking to full assertiveness, basking in the pleasured sounds of your climax, eyes nearly rolling in the back of his head as he uses them to chase his own release, “Oh.. yawne.. yawne, ah- I’m cumming…” he warns, panting heavily as he feels his cock attempt to twitch within the confines of your tight cunt, before he releases his load inside of you. Pulling out slowly after taking a moment to catch his breath, Neteyam lays down beside you, pulling you into his strong embrace, as he gently runs his finger tips up and down your back as you come down from your high. Your own fingers caressing his chest in a slow kneading motion as your eyelids grow heavier and heavier. The room was quiet, only the sounds of your soft panting and sighs filled the space. Neteyam holds you closer to him as his hand lifts from your back to gently caress your cheek, his hand nearly twice the size of your head in comparison, “My little tawtute… so beautiful.. mine…” he mumbles into your hairline, pressing a gentle yet firm kiss on your forehead. The sound of his soft whispers and his strong yet calm heartbeat lulling you to sleep in his arms.

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𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐆𝐨 | 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢

word count: 3.5k

summary: Adam left for Columbus with the promise that it changed nothing in your relationship. What do you do when it changes everything?

warnings: angst :)

note: for all intents and purposes Luca was at the game on 10/21. i’ve never written for adam before so pls let me know what you think!

You hadn’t stopped smiling for the last two hours. Adam had been drafted third overall to the Columbus Blue Jackets, which shocked everyone except for him. You had expected him to go to the Ducks, and when they selected Leo Carlsson, you were confused, but Adam wasn’t. He looked calm, cool, and collected as he always did and that was enough to ease the nerves you had for him. When his name was finally called, you watched as he enveloped his family in hugs with the biggest grin.

“I love you so much,” He’d whispered in your ear, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you in close, “Thank you for being here.”

“Always,” You mumbled into his ear, placing a delicate kiss to his cheek before he made his way down to the stage.

You hadn’t stopped smiling since then. You were so happy and so proud of him, and so was the entirety of his family. They surrounded him with warm embraces and encouraging words as he basked in the attention, eyes flitting towards you ever so often with a smile. He’d tried to make his way towards you, but you would shove him away and tell him to celebrate with everyone else, that the two of you would have your time later.

Luca made sure to stick close to you most of the night, knowing that Adam wouldn’t want you to be alone while he was bombarded with congratulations and pictures. You’d tried to get him to spend time with the others too, but he was a lot less easy to persuade than his younger brother considering it wasn’t his night. The two of you watched as Adam gracefully accepted compliments and made sure to greet everyone who approached him with kindness.

After a fun filled dinner with Adam’s family and loved ones, the rest of you returned to the hotel to get some rest. You were going along with the family tomorrow to explore Nashville a bit before you were to go back home and the Fantilli’s back to theirs. When you’d gotten back to the hotel, you had to carefully switch rooms with Luca since you and Adam technically weren’t supposed to share a bed.

You were taking your makeup off in the bathroom when you let your mind drift off to something you had tried to ignore. While Columbus wasn’t nearly as far as Anaheim, it was still away from you and everyone else. Adam was going to be moving to another state, but what did that mean for your relationship? Would he want to break up?

Shaking your head, you threw the dirty makeup wipe in the trash can and stepped into the cool hotel room. Adam was laying on the bed, shirt off and blanket pushed down to his hips as he scrolled on his phone. His gaze snapped in your direction when he heard the bathroom door shut, and a smile quickly formed on his face as he tossed his phone to the side and held the blanket open for you to crawl into.

You settled into the slot between his side and arm, cuddling into him as you tried to calm your thoughts. Adam slipped his hand underneath the shirt you had borrowed from him months ago and began gently scratching your back. He could tell that you were overthinking something, and he knew that was a way to get you to calm down enough to talk to him about it if you’d wanted to.

“Adam,” You hesitantly spoke, tracing patterns on the naked skin of his chest, “This won’t change anything, right? Like between us.”

You shifted your head so you were looking up at him, and Adam swore he felt a piece of his heart break when he saw the fear swimming in your eyes. He hated that he knew exactly what you were thinking, because it scared him, too. He knew that moving away wasn’t going to be easy for either of you, but he knew one thing for sure. He was willing to do whatever it takes to make sure it was going to work.

“No,” He firmly stated as he brought his hand up to move your hair behind your ear, “It won’t change anything except for the physical distance between us. I promise.”

You fell asleep that night with the comfort of knowing that Adam had no intention of letting your relationship break apart because he was leaving. You spent the rest of your summer either physically with him, or talking to him over the phone as often as the two of you could manage. The two of you exchanged a lot of late night phone calls and snapchats, leaving the ache in your chest from missing him ever so slightly growing the longer you went without seeing him. However, Adam stayed true to his word and he didn’t let it change anything.

Truthfully, you couldn’t remember when it started. You’re not sure if it was when training camp started, when classes began, or when pre-season games began. You couldn’t figure it out, but the one thing you did know was that things had changed.

Calls with Adam had gone from multiple times a day, to once a day, to once a week if you were lucky. Texts went unanswered for entire days at a time, and you tried to be understanding. You really did, but it wasn’t until Luca had mentioned Adam showing up a video of something he’d done at practice that you truly realized something had shifted in your relationship.

You’d tried to find a break in both your schedule and Adam’s so you could talk to him about how you felt, but it was proving to be difficult with his hectic schedule. You tried to tell yourself that it was okay, that he wasn’t losing feelings for you, that he was just busier now. You didn’t want to seem like an over controlling girlfriend who needed his attention all the time, but you were in need of sone reassurance.

“Hey, I don’t have a lot of time,” Adam spoke, stepping into one of the empty rooms, “What’s up?”

You ignored the way your chest tightened at his subpar greeting, but you knew he was busy, “I just wanted to talk to you a bit.”

“That’s it,” He sounded annoyed, “Look, if it isn’t important I need to get back to—”

“Practice. I know. I just wanted to ask you something,” You closed your eyes, letting out a nervous sigh, “Do you- Do you want to break up?”

“What,” He snapped, and you could picture his brows pulling together and eyes narrowing in frustration, “No. Why the fuck would you think that?”

You couldn’t help but let the tears that were lining your eyes spill over onto your cheeks, biting the inside of your cheek in order to keep yourself from letting out a sob. He was angry with you for your question, and that hurt you more than you thought it would because it meant he didn’t see that anything was wrong. Maybe that should be a good thing, and it would’ve been had there not clearly been a change.

“We just don’t talk that often anymore,” You explained as you wiped at your cheeks.

“I’m busy,” He retorted, growing slightly annoyed.

“I know,” You shook your head, “I know you are, but Luca says you talk to him all the time. He says you send him videos and call him every day.”

“So what,” He scoffed, “I can’t talk to my brother now? Is that what you’re saying?

“What,” You gasped, “No. No, that isn’t what I'm saying at all. I just want to know why you don’t talk to me anymore. You promised it wouldn’t change anything, but it has.”

Adam went silent on the other end, his breathing heavy as he tried to calm himself down. He wasn’t angry with you, but he was frustrated that you would think he wanted to break up with you. He knows he hasn’t been the best communicator recently, but he thought you would understand. After all, he still meant everything he’d told you in the hotel room that night, at least he thought he did.

“I’m not trying to argue, Adam,” You tried again, silent tears flowing down your cheeks in waves.

“You sure about that,” He bit back, visibly wincing when he realized that he was being unnecessarily harsh, “Look, baby, I’m sorry, okay? I really am. I’ll try and do better about all that. It’s just— I’m struggling a bit and talking to Luca is the only thing that really calms me down. But hey, I gotta get to practice. I’ll see you this weekend?”

Ignoring the way your heart clenched when he said Luca was the only person to calm him down, you nodded though he couldn’t see you. Choking back the sobs that bubbled in your throat, you managed to breath out a shaky, “Yeah. Okay. See you this weekend. I lo—”

The line went dead, and your cries echoed throughout your apartment. You sank to the floor, pulling your knees to your chest as you let your emotions roll over you. Everything you had been feeling over the last three months consumed your entire being as you sobbed on the floor, thankful that your roommate had work for the evening. Adam not saying he loved you just solidified what you only thought you knew, and now you weren’t sure where to go from there.

You tried to tell Luca that you didn’t feel well and that going to see Adam play wasn’t a good idea because you didn’t want to get him sick, but he saw straight through your bullshit. He knew you were lying, and he wasn’t quite sure why. Luca rolled his eyes and continued packing your bag, mumbling something incoherent before he settled on telling you that you were going and that was the end of the story.

When you arrived in Columbus with Luca and his parents, the first thing you did was take everything to the hotel since you arrived a bit later than you’d hoped and Adam was going to have to head to the arena. Luca could tell that you were nervous, and he did his best to make you comfortable and reassure you that everything was going to be okay. You managed to give him a weak smile, but you weren’t sure if what he said was true. You didn’t know if everything was going to be okay.

When you were around Adam’s parents, you were good at putting up the act that everything was fine, but that didn’t stop your skin from crawling with anxiety the closer the end of the game came. Your leg was bouncing and you were chewing at your bottom lip until it bled. Luca kept smacking your arm when he’d noticed that you’d pulled your lip between your teeth, but you would only stop when you noticed he was looking.

“Do either of you know how to get to the locker room,” Julia asked when the third period was over and the Blue Jackets had defeated the Wild.

“I do,” Luca shrugged, “Sort of. Adam gave me a tour of the arena after his first training camp and I think I remember where to go.”

Your heart sank at Luca’s words, and you felt selfish for feeling the way that you did. You didn’t care, nor would you ever care, that Adam was showing things to Luca that he didn’t show to you, but you hadn’t even seen a picture of the inside of his locker. You hadn’t seen any sort of picture of the arena from Adam, only knowing what you did because of social media and your own research.

You followed closely behind Luca, his parents lingering behind the two of you and quietly whispering to each other. Luca was carefully holding your hand in his own, silently comforting you as everyone waited for Adam. He could quite literally feel your body shaking with nerves, and it was then that he truly realized that something was off, but neither you nor his brother had told him why.

When players started to trickle out of the locker room, you felt like you were going to pass out. You couldn’t breathe and your head became dizzy. If it weren’t for Luca’s hand encasing your own, you’re sure you would’ve been on the floor by now. However, when you saw Adam walking out of the locker room, you did black out for a fleeting moment.

His hair was damp as he ran his fingers through it, his suit hugging in his body in the right ways. He had a smile on his face that made his eyes sparkle even under the ugly lighting in the hallway of the arena, and it only brightened when his eyes settled on his family. His eyes briefly met your own, and you swear that they dulled from the split second they did, but you hoped that it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. God, you hoped so.

“Oh, there he is,” Julia beamed, gripping your other hand in her own.

You plastered a smile of your own on your face despite the sinking feeling in your stomach. Adam reached the four of you and you stepped back, like you always did, and let him greet his family before you. You watched as he pulled them all in for tight hugs and told them how much he missed them. He finally turned towards you, and you wanted the world to open a hole in the ground and swallow you whole.

“Hey,” You meekly smiled, scared that he was going to dismiss you in front of his entire family.

He took the two steps needed and wrapped you in his arms, pulling you into his chest as he placed a small kiss on your temple. To the outside world, it could’ve been seen as cute and normal for a couple who hadn’t seen each other in months. To you, it felt wrong. Everything about it was wrong. Adam’s touch felt different. His hold felt different. Everything was different.

“Thank you for being here,” He whispered into your ear, and you were briefly brought back to the moment he was drafted. That hug, that embrace was how you should feel right now, but it was wrong. You wanted so desperately for it to be right because your feelings for him hadn’t changed, but maybe his had.

Much like the last time you all were together, you went out for a late dinner before returning to your hotel. The game didn’t end until late and Adam wasn’t feeling up to much after that, but Luca suggested that you go stay with Adam for the night. He ignored your pleading stares and instead insisted that you snore and he wanted to get a good night’s rest before tomorrow.

Adam seemed hesitant to agree, but he agreed nonetheless less. He took your hand in his, lacing your fingers like he always did and tugged you along to his car in silence. You didn’t know what to say to him. You were afraid that if you spoke, you wouldn’t be able to keep yourself from crying. You were afraid that if he spoke, he would say the five words that would absolutely shatter you entirely.

Being alone in the car with Adam felt like you were standing on a tightrope, all alone and scared. You knew you needed to say something to him, to try and talk about what was going on in your head, but you were terrified. Everything bad that could happen was playing in your mind, but you knew it was now or never because once you were at his apartment, his teammate would be there and you didn’t want an audience.

“Adam,” You called out, swallowing the lump in your throat, “Can we talk about something?”

“Anything,” He nodded, glancing away from the road while giving you a tight lipped smile.

“What happened,” You shakily let out, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes, “What happened between us? And don’t say you don’t know what I’m talking about. Things haven’t been the same between us since you got here and you know that. You don’t talk to me anymore. You don’t tell me anything anymore. You haven’t told me you loved me in almost two months.

“It’s just— Adam you promised nothing would change, and now everything has and I don’t know why. Do you not love me anymore? Do you not want to be with me?”

Adam’s breathing faltered as your words hit him, though he isn’t sure why he’s so surprised. He expected something like this to happen, especially after the phone call the two of you shared three days ago. He’d been thinking about everything, about your relationship, and he realized that you were right. Something had changed.

He was scared to admit it out loud to himself, but when he hugged you after the game, he knew. It felt wrong, but it wasn’t anything that you were doing. It was all him and he couldn’t figure out why. He doesn’t know what changed for him because he knows he’s still insanely in love with you, even though he hadn’t said it since he got to Columblus. He didn’t know what was wrong.

“I don’t know,” He whispered, cutting through the suffocating silence.

Your hands were clasped in your lap, tears spilling onto your cheeks as you gathered the courage to repeat the one question that was plaguing your mind, “Do you not love me anymore? Is that it?”

“Of course I love you,” He shook his head, hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were turning white, “It’s just— I don’t fucking know, okay?”

“Is it not enough, then,” You tried, eyes boring into the side of his face as you begged for an explanation. For him to give you anything.

“I don’t know.”

“Jesus, Adam can you say anything else,” You scoffed as your fingernails cut into the flesh of your palms.

“I don’t know,” He snapped, regret instantly forming in his chest when he watched you snap your gaze away from him and a blanket of nothingness washed over your face.

“Take me back to the hotel,” You ordered, voice thick yet flat. He called out your name pleadingly, “No. Take me back to the hotel. I’m done”

“With the conversation or with me,” He whispered, not bothering to fight back the tears that had been decorating the bottoms of his eyes since the conversation started.

“I don’t know.”

The drive to the hotel felt like it lasted an eternity as an uncomfortable, sticky silence enveloped the both of you and it made you want to scream. You never thought you would feel like this around him. What happened to the kisses that left you breathless and like time stopped around you? What happened to the whispers of the future? Things were never supposed to be like this with him.

You kept your head turned to the window, watching as the unfamiliar city blurred past you, and it was a little unsettling, honestly. How the world around you seems so perfectly fine while the world you had built in your head was crumbling with each passing second. It was devastating and cruel.

Adam was going to war with himself as he drove you away, in more ways than one. He knew he was wrong, he knew that everything was his fault, he knew that he fucked up. But he didn’t know how to fix it. He didn’t know what to do.

When Adam pulled up to the front of the hotel, your hand lingered on the door handle. Despite telling him that you were done, you wanted him to call out to you, to beg you to stay because you would stay. If he asked, you would stay. All he had to do was say don’t go, and you wouldn’t.

Adam watched as your hand hovered over the handle, and he wanted to stop you. He wanted to scream at you to please stay, to go back to his apartment with him so you talk about everything and try and fix it, but he didn’t know how. You said you were done, and while he didn’t know what that meant entirely, he respected that and let you get out of the car without another word.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe as you stepped out of the car and into the brisk Ohio air without so much as a goodbye from Adam. The door shut behind you, and all you could hear through the ringing in your ears was the sound of him driving away. Reality settled in and you felt like you could throw up. The last thing you remember is collapsing in Luca’s arms as gut wrenching sobs tore through your body as you wondered what went wrong.

part two

#adam fantilli #adam fantilli x reader #adam fantilli imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #columbus blue jackets

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Can I request Hawks x pro hero fem reader

She is very tired because of hero missions and managing her own agency . So Hawks fxcks her after they had dinner to relieve her stress

Hard service dom Hawks is all I want because sometimes my hard dominance also drains out

・❥ 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 & 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐧 - 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢

ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 2.2𝙠, 𝙨𝙪𝙗 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 (𝙨𝙝𝙚/𝙝𝙚𝙧), 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙮!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙙𝙤𝙢!𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙮 (𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙙), 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮), 𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙞��𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝��𝙥, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜/𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥 (𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙮), 𝙠𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙠, 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭/𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚 (𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙭 #𝙛𝙩𝙠), 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙭𝙤𝙭𝙤 | 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞

✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘦𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯' 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺. 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘤 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘭. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 (𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴, 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰) 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 ༄

You practically slam open the door of you and Keigo's shared home. The phone calls, the emails, the countless demands you hear all in 24 hours. It scrambled your mind within the span of one day and you were over the entire thing.

"Hey, angel." Keigo greets softly, already sensing your emotions. He had a pretty chill day, just a couple of paper work to do which he handed off to his assistants of his agency. You, on the other hand, were very particular on how you ran your agency leading to you doing most of the work.

"Hi, Kei'." you sigh out, not being worn out enough to not greet your boyfriend. You carelessly throw your tote bag to the ground but Keigo's feathers are quick to stoop in & grab it, placing it carefully onto the coffee table in the living room. "I got take out, baby, you hungry?" he calls out to you as you storm further into the house, seeking a well needed shower. "Yeah, sure." you say loud enough for him to hear.

As you practically rip off your hero suit to get into the shower, Keigo's warming up your meal and pouring you a drink. His feathers ruffle with concern as he thinks about your mood, thoughts on how to approach it swarming his head. The only thing on your mind is the warm water that's currently soothing your muscles, that and Keigo being the only peaceful part of your day right now.

Your shower is quick and short, anything from water splashing the wrong way to your body wash falling onto the shower ground driving you up the walls. You just wanna sleep this day off and hope your dreams will be enough to cool you down.

You dry yourself off after your shower, filling the bathroom with countless amounts of sighs. The only thing you throw on is a pair of panties and one of Keigo's shirts and you're making your way back into the main room, seeking your well needed meal.

Keigo sits where he originally was, curled up in a blanket as he watches you drag your feet. You pick up the takeout from the coffee table and plop down on the couch across from him. Even the way you eat shows how tense you are and Keigo can't bear to see it. Your eyes are as fierce as his usually are right now as your gaze pierces into his skull, your bites on your food intense.

"Tell me what's wrong." he breaks the silence of the room, looking you into your eyes and reading your emotions the best that he can. You take one last bite of your food, swallowing before speaking. "This day fucking sucks." you say bluntly, picking at a piece of broccoli on your plate. "Why?" he asks simply.

You sigh before speaking, "My bones hurt. My entire body hurts. I've been fighting all day. Writing reports all day. My assistants aren't doing anything the way I want them to do it, can't even make my coffee right, the weather fucking sucked today, nobody wants to fight in rain, I'm tired of reporters being in my face, tired of having to deal with petty ass criminals. Like a flower shop? You're robbing a flower shop, are you serious?" you huff out, slamming your plate onto the coffee table.

Keigo's eyes widen as the table rattles in front of him and yours do too as your frustration dawns on you. You fall back against the couch, taking a deep breath as you pinch the bridge of your nose. "Angel.." Keigo mumbles softly, getting up from his spot on the couch to make his way over to you. As soon as he sits besides you, you're leaning against him, head resting on his shoulder.

"Hero work is never easy." he says, looking down at you. You nod against his shoulder, choosing to stay quiet so that you don't go on another rant. "I think you just need a little break." You look up at him, his gaze soft even with the markings around his eyes. "You need to be taken care of.." he mumbles, a small smile adorning his features.

It's true, you do need to be taken care of. You need the heavy weight lifted off your shoulders and who's better to help you with that than Keigo? You wrap your arms around his neck, almost tackling him down onto the couch. "Please take care of me, Kei'." you mutter quietly. His bottom lip almost quivers at how adorable you can be and he's obliging quickly, taking you up and into his arms. You don't question his actions as he carries you, walking towards your shared bedroom.

Keigo gently places you down onto the bed, taking a split second to admire you. You look so cute, sitting up on your elbows as you look up at him. He joins you on the bed, straddling you as he leans down to press his lips against yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to be impossibly closer to him. He can't help but kiss you more passionately as you display your neediness like never before, licking into his mouth and seeking out his tongue.

"Baby, mmf-" you cut Keigo off, so entranced by his lips you can't even focus on what he's saying. He simply chuckles against your lips before pulling back, cooing at the sight of you chasing after his touch. "Need you, Kei'." you pout, clinging onto the fabric of his shirt. Keigo leans down once more to peck your lips before asking, "Want me to eat you out, angel?", his sweet and soft tone contradicting his lewd words.

As hot as Keigo would look with his head between your legs right now, you just wanted, needed to be fucked dumb on his cock right now. "Nuh uh," you whine quietly, doe eyes clouded with lust looking up at him. "Need you inside, Kei. Need your cock." Keigo's gently sliding your panties down your legs, admiring the sheen of your pussy as it already gushes with arousal. Your his shirt comes off next and he smiles at the convenience of it all as he's already greeted with the sight of your hard nipples.

You watch with an impatient pout as Keigo removes his own clothes, too slow for your liking. The expression from your face changes almost instantly however, as he frees his cock from the confines of his boxers. Your mouth waters at how pretty it is, looking thick and heavy and perfect for filling you up the way you love.

"I gotta prep you first, pretty, okay?" he says as he gets closer to you on the bed, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. You shake your head, arms crossing over your tits with dissatisfaction. "No." you pout and he only raises a brow at you. "No?" and you shake your head once more. "Wan' your cock now, please." you keen, fluttering your eyelashes at him even though your words alone would be enough for him to give into what you want.

"Okay, but my angel has to take it." he tells you before placing a kiss on your lips which you happily return. You feel his warm hands go underneath your thighs as he softly makes out with you before he's lifting both of your thighs. You sigh out against his lips as he brings your legs up, successfully folding you into a mating press, legs up to your chest. You try to writhe underneath him but with his grip, it's practically impossible.

Your head falls back against the bed as he releases himself from your addicting lips, straightening his back. You can only let your eyes flutter shut as he spits down onto your pussy slowly, the cool fluid a stark contrast compared to your warm slick. "Kei'," you mewl out as you feel the heavy weight of his cock slap against your pussy before rubbing back n' forth between your folds. You bite at your lower lip whenever his tip grazes your pearl and it only makes you want him even more.

"Please," you whine out and Keigo's taking the hint, sliding back one last time before slowly plunging his cock into you. The mating press has him hitting spots he's not sure he's ever discovered before and it makes him shudder above you, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "Fuck, loosen up, angel." he grits out and you try, you really do. You begin to think maybe it's just the thickness of his cock that's giving the both of you this overwhelming sensation.

Keigo pulls out 'til just his tip is inside you before plowing into you with an unforgivable thrust, almost knocking the wind out of you. Your head spins at the way his cock drags against your soft walls and you doubt you'll be able to keep up with his pace. With this position, the only thing you can do is take him and whimper out noises that are music to his ears.

Keigo pistons his cock in n’ out of your fluttering hole, feathers shivering behind him at the way you pulse. He can't help but admire how beautiful you look beneath him, your back arching as much as the position allows it to as he hits that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. You moan out to him as he pounds into you, being able to feel every vein and every throb of his cock. They're so prominent in your mind as they rub against the insides of your greedy pussy, your arousal coating his length like never before.

"'ts too much, Kei', too sensitive!" you moan out for him and Keigo only coos down at you, purposefully burying himself as far as he can reach inside you and placing a kiss on your lips. "You can take it, pretty. You were askin' for it, no?" he gives you a faux pout. You can only give him a real pout back, his tone condescending and oh so delicious. You know it's true though and you are getting what you want, you just don't wanna make a mess all over his cock and maybe even the entirety of his lower torso.

Keigo releases his grip on one of your thighs in favor of rubbing at your cute swollen clit, making your thighs tremble due to the overwhelming sensations. Your hands shoot down towards his, attempting to hold his hand in place to slow down his ministrations but he simply slaps your hand away before continuing. "If my angel's gonna cum, I gotta let her." he grins down at you and you can't even see it with the way your eyes squeeze shut, mouth hanging open to let out pleasured sounds.

"'m gonna-, please Kei', wanna cum so bad." you slur, barely coherent with the way you babble. Keigo of course gives his angel what she wants, fucking into you harder and strumming at your clit in time with his thrusts. "Gonna make a mess, baby?" he asks you, knowing your body so well and you can barely nod as you feel the dam break inside you.

You cry out a string of Keigo's name along with a couple swears as you let yourself let go. His hand doesn't let up, rubbing you the way you like and it has you making a mess all over him, your arousal coming out in translucent liquids that cover him from the belly button down.

“Such a messy pussy," Keigo groans out, more so to himself. He knew exactly what buttons to push to have you squirting all over him and of course he didn't fail to achieve his goal. Now the only thing he seeks to achieve is his own orgasm which won't be very difficult either. Your overstimulated mewls beneath him has Keigo gripping your thighs hard enough to leave the marks of his hands as he fucks into you mindlessly, babbling sweet nothings with only you on his mind.

"Fuck, 'm gonna cum inside, pretty, you want that?" he asks you and you huff out a 'yes, Kei'', his cum inside you being the last thing you need to make this night end off perfectly. "Take it, angel, fuckfuckfuck..!" is the last thing he groans out before he's burying himself into you completely, dumping everything he can give you into your overstimulated pussy. You both groan simultaneously as spurt after spurt finds its way inside you, warming you up even more than before. Keigo gives you a few more thrusts to make sure every single drop of him is inside you and to make sure it stays deep inside you.

You groan softly, a more tired groan as you finally let your legs drop onto the mattress. Keigo practically collapses on top of you from his own exhaustion, finding home in the crook of your neck as he lays his face there. You're sure you can go to sleep just like this, being capable of ignoring the sweatiness and stickiness of it all from fatigue but your boyfriend certainly can't.

You feel as he attempts to get up and wrap your arms around him, bringing him back into the crook of your neck. "Y/N." he grumbles out and you don't give an answer. "I'm gonna clean up." "No." you yawn, trapping him with your legs as well.

"Let go, we're sticky and I'm gonna clean this up."

"No."

"Right now."

...

"No."

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call-me-eds · 2 months

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The Boy is Mine (call-me-eds version)

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A romantic night in at the trailer.

Fluff | WC: 2.5 K

“I ran out of, like, nice cups, is this okay?” Eddie extended a plastic souvenir cup with the Cubs logo half chipped off, and it took everything in you not to slap it out of his hand.

The gravity of this night was not being taken seriously by anyone, and it was driving you up a wall. You could only give your own 100%, nothing more, but apparently you’d need to drag the effort from the Munson’s with your bare hands.

“No, it’s not okay! This is a date, you need to make a good impression,” you abandoned your station at the counter to start rifling through cabinets. There were three open bottles of whiskey in the trailer but not a single cocktail glass. Eddie’s soft voice barely pulled your wandering thoughts from wondering how long it would take you to run home to get two of your own glasses.

“Baby, do I need to remind you that neither of us are going on this date?” he asked, avoiding the urge to come behind you and put his hand on your shoulders to manually relax them. He didn’t want to lose a limb and you were dangerously close to the knife block. He looked on, feeling helpless in his own home while you ran around like the queen was coming over.

Whatever, it could have been possible that you were going a little overboard, but all you wanted was for Wayne to have a good night. He was so kind and hardworking, and putting up with Eddie was an exhausting job. The man was a saint.

So you messed with one of the lightbulbs to dim the light, fluffled the one throw pillow that the men had, and convinced Wayne to take his time getting ready while you and Eddie made a round of drinks that didn’t come with a tab or need a bottle opener.

“We don’t have time for reminders, just line the rims,” you said, carefully putting down the only two matching drinking glasses. They weren’t the martini glasses in your vision, but they would have to do.

“Vanilla frosting?” he confirmed. “What, is this Christmas-themed?” he joked, but took care in looking at the photo on the recipe you ripped out from an old home magazine you found. He gently inserted the glass and spun it around. No matter how much he teased you, you knew that he wanted the night to go well for his uncle just as badly as you did.

“So what if it is? Who doesn’t love Christmas?” you asked, going back to arranging the food you put on a tray you found that might have been older than Eddie. He finished his task, taking the care he knew you would have, quickly swiping his finger through the sugary substance when you were turned away.

“Everyone does, it’ll be a hit,” he said, maybe just to make you feel better, and licked his finger clean before you could catch him. “But if you don’t relax, you’re going to hit the floor,” he side-swiped you and pressed a kiss to your cheek, going to the sink.

With the self-imposed expectations you put on yourself to ensure your boyfriend’s father figure had a great night was the guilt that came from forcing your man to anticipate your wants for the night. There weren’t any canceled plans, and just a few snippy comments, but you were sure there were other ways Eddie would want to be spending his Saturday night off from work. Between ironing the one tailored shirt in Wayne’s closet and taking your own laundry down from the clothesline, you told Eddie to call Steve and make plans to meet him and Robin at The Hideout for a few drinks.

Non-peppermint drinks. Which smelled like Macy’s in December and were definitely from the holiday edition of the magazine. You didn’t have time to overthink your out-of-season choice, though, because Wayne was coming out of the bathroom smelling suspiciously like Eddie when you went out on special occasions. A mental note fleetingly popped into your head to buy your boyfriend his own, different scented, bottle of cologne.

“I could have sworn I told you two to scram,” Wayne said, a hint of sincerity in his mocking tone. His eyes scanned over your spread with equal parts appreciation and confusion. Fine, maybe wintery cocktails, carrots, and crackers didn’t exactly go together, but you were working on a tight timeline and whatever you could scrounge up from the Quick-Mart.

“We’re going soon, I swear,” you promised, mixing the combination of ingredients that you thought might be on the sweet side for Wayne’s preference, but were sure that his date would prefer to a Heineken. There wasn’t a cocktail shaker at your disposal, a measuring cup and a fork would have to get the job done.

Eddie could read the two of you like a book. The nervous energy you were emitting had him wanting to stay out of the way, so he washed and dried the few dishes you dirtied in record time. The domestic act may not have been as exciting as ripping a guitar solo, but it was just as sexy to you, especially when you didn’t even need to ask. Not that you were paying a speck of attention to him at the moment.

“Now Sally’s just coming over for a little while before we go to our rummy game,” Wayne said, sounding like he was warning you both to behave before leaving you with a babysitter. “So you don’t have to be out all night, but I don’t want you making her feel crowded,” he pointedly looked at Eddie this time, who couldn’t even pretend not to understand.

The last time the two of you had been around when Wayne’s “friend” Sally came over, Eddie wouldn’t stop asking her questions about her job, her family, her weekend routine, and you feared he was getting dangerously close to inquiring about her medical history and savings account.

“We’ll be out of your hair, don’t worry,” you confirmed, doing one last sweep to make sure there wasn’t a trace of Eddie in the living room. As endearing as he might be, your boyfriend had a tendency to leave anything that belonged to him in the shared space of the trailer.

“Now listen, here, partner,” the dark-haired Tasmanian devil strode up to his uncle in imitation and smacked a hand on his shoulder. “We’re not going far, so if there’s any funny business going on under this roof I will know about it.” The two of you heard a version of the same speech any time Wayne was going to the bar or leaving for a shift and you two would be by yourselves. It had the opposite effect, making you act all the more quicker so you’d be put back together when he came back home.

“Son, I was getting into funny business before you were born,” he responded, knocking Eddie’s bravado right off its kilter.

“Oh, ew, I don’t want to think about that!” he whined, blush appearing faster than his hands could cover his face.

“Well, if you don’t quit it, we’re going to have a problem, then.”

“Leave him alone, let’s go,” you said, grabbing the bag of snacks reserved for you two from your grocery trip. “Have fun, Mr. Munson,” you smiled. Even though you were setting him up for a night of romance and intimacy, you still couldn’t bring yourself to call him by his first name.

“Thank you, Darlin’, I’ll see you later,” he said, reaching out to ruffle Eddie’s hair before he was out of reach.

“Hey!” You opened the door to separate the two before a wrestling match broke out and a button popped or a hair came out of place.

“And if you don’t start opening doors, boy, you won’t even be in amusing business, nevermind funny!” he called after the two of you, making you laugh. He kept walking, grabbing your hand and waving it around so his uncle could see the small act of romance.

The two of you strolled in between the trailers as the sun was dipping below the horizon. You let the stillness of the evening come over you, decompressing from your few high-string hours. The adrenaline seeping out of you made you more tired than you should have been before sunset, and you accepted that your actions were a bit overkill. But you just couldn’t help yourself.

“Your uncle looked really nice,” you commented, smiling at the thought of him deciding what to wear and pulling out his fanciest belt buckle. “Like a real gentleman.”

“And you like that?” Eddie asked. “You’re not exactly dating the swankiest guy in town,” he flicked the hand that wasn’t holding yours up and down, gesturing to his sweatpants and t-shirt. You wouldn’t dignify his self-deprecation with a response, so you just squeezed his hand.

“He was nervous, it was cute,” you deflected. Eddie sat down in one of the chained-down adirondack chairs that the trailer park had surrounding a few singed logs that were last tended to before you had even met the Munsons. He reached down to grab the security measure and tug another chair as close as it could possibly get to his.

“I don’t understand why we couldn’t have just stayed in my room or something,” he said as you sat down. “I could have behaved myself.” Even as the words came out of his mouth, his mumbling was evidence even he didn’t believe it. “Whatever, I’ll just read about it in his little notebook later that he pretends isn’t a diary.”

“Eddie!” you laughed. “Let him have some privacy, he’s a grown man.” As you and Eddie got older, he tended to treat his uncle more like a roommate than an elder. When you first started dating he would have taken his arm from being around your shoulders when Wayne walked into the room, where now he tried to convince you that walking around in his boxers wasn’t weird, it was like wearing your own shorts.

“You love him more than me,” he deduced, flopping in the chair like a depressed fish.

“Aw, don’t be like that. that’s not even true,” you swung your leg over the arms of your chairs, and his hand drew like a magnet to your calf, starting to rub it with the amount of pressure he learned you preferred.

“Yes it is, that’s why you always want to come over to my place. You’re using me to get to him and his union insurance,” he teased, sending you into a further fit of giggles.

“Would someone that bought you your nasty snacks be using you?” you asked, handing him the plastic bag with the beef jerky he loved so much.

“You do always say this will give me a heart attack,” he smiled, ripping open one of the packages with his teeth. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, Eddie’s massaging hand lulling you into a level of relaxation that let you both know you wouldn’t be joining Steve and Robin at the bar like you originally planned. With all of his talk of malintentions on your front, you were pretty sure that he was trying to lull you into the state you were in now so he wouldn’t want to go out.

Eddie talked a big game, but when faced with the decision to hit the town or stay curled up in bed with you, he was hiding your shoes, boiling water for tea, and putting a blanket on the radiator for maximum comfort.

“Hey, you know I appreciate it, right?” he asked through his chewing.

“What, the snacks? They were like, two bucks,” you told him. He pinched your skin lightly, chastising you for making him talk about how he truly felt,

“No, you doing all of that for Uncle Wayne.” You kept your eyes on the stars that were starting to dot the sky. It was always so much easier to spot them from the trailer park, even more so with Eddie by your side.

“I was happy to,” you reassured. It wasn’t a secret how much you loved spending time not only with your boyfriend, but with his uncle. He always made space for you in his home and trusted you with the most important thing in his life.

“I know, but it still means a lot, Sweetheart. I love you,” he lifted your leg slightly so he could lean down and press his lips to your ankle where your leggings separated from your sock.

“I love you,” you answered automatically.

“Next week I’ll make sure he goes out so I can give you a romantic evening,” he promised.

“This is a romantic evening,” you hummed.

“Baby, I know I’m white trash, but don’t let me drag you down into thinking this is romance,” he laughed. You sighed and finally took the bait from all of his negative quips.

“Okay, what’s your idea of romance, then?”

“Not helping my uncle get laid,” he scoffed. You pulled your leg from his grasp to lightly kick at his chest. “Alright, alright. If I had unlimited cash I would start by hiring a chef to cook for us so we wouldn’t even need to leave the house,” he started, cajoling your leg back into his grasp to continue his massage.

“Does that mean I wouldn’t have to dress up?” you asked.

“Ideally, you wouldn’t be wearing anything,” he said, fully meaning it. “I’d have a new piece of jewelry come out with every course, so I guess you could wear that. And after we ate, maybe I’d hire someone to play us a concert, like Prince or someone. Then we’d go fly to France for dessert on my private jet and come home to the penthouse and watch the sunrise,” he finished.

“That’s not romantic at all,” you said. “That’s just expensive.” You pulled away this time not to punish him, but to get closer. His hand was warm from the work it was putting in on your muscles as opposed to the normal chill.

“Okay, so then what was the right answer?” he asked.

“This, just being together,” you said, knocking the air from his chest and the canned response from his lips.

It was a simple answer that held much more beneath the surface. What you weren’t saying was that every time you were with him felt like you were winning the lottery. The idea of a five-star meal and some diamonds were nice, but you’d take Eddie heating up a can of soup on the stove, a bracelet made of string and beads, and him playing the same guitar riff over and over for hours over anything he could cook up in his mind.

Despite the nice picture he painted, running through his mind was a more similar scene to yours, except there was a ring on your finger.

“I guess that sounds good, too.”

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dadyscumslutprincess20 · 5 months

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Happy Holidays!!!

Can I request a Hyun su smut? One where it's winter at the Green Homes, and since they can't tell what day it is, everyone decides that it's Christmas coming up. And since none of them can leave, y/n decides to get Hyun su a present. Herself.

Hope you and everyone else has a Merry Christmas if they celebrate! And a happy new year!!

Cha Hyun su x Fem ! Reader

(Merry Christmas 🎁)

Genre : Smut

Warning ⚠️: Vaginal sex , name calling

It’s been a while since the apocalypse started as time went by , weeks maybe months you didn’t really know for sure but there was one thing the survivors of Green Home did know , it was around winter time

As there was small snake flakes that fell from the sky causing the two small children to become found of the small flakes that fell from the sky and since it was now winter and no one knew what time of day or year it was anymore , the remaining residents decided that it was soon to be Christmas as they had Hyun su search for any Christmas lights on any mission he had

After decorating the small slewing area , the small kitchen and the area that Hyun su was kept as you all made a small corner in the main entrance hallway for any presents they could find since you didn’t have wrapper you all used random shirts , towels , ballets or anything that wasn’t used to wrap up your gifts

You all agreed that Christmas would be in three more days as you didn’t know what to get Hyun su , You’ve been dating Hyun su for a while before the apocalypse had started , resulting in you both moving in to green home together as you enjoyed every moment of it

Letting out a annoyed groan as you used your hands to cover your face for a few seconds before letting them drop to your lap , you didn’t know what to get or find him , anything you did come across you thought was just a piece or crap or wasn’t good enough for Hyun su

After a few more minutes of thinking your lips slowly growing into a grin as one thing came to mind… you , you and Hyun Su haven’t had sex since the whole outbreak which made you annoyed every time you thought about it soon resulting in you not thinking about at all .. there was some occasions like when Eun yu would try to flirt with him in front of you like you weren’t there which pissed you off at times

The last time you actually could remember your insides being pounded by Hyun su is when you kept begging him for a baby causing him to blush every time the subject was brought up .. until one day he gave in

Days after the outbreak start causing both you and Hyun su to forget about having a baby together as you were more worried about protecting each other and staying alive

“Fuck it” reader says loud enough for only her to hear as she quickly stands to her feet heading down the hall towards the sleeping area as she grabs her book bag quickly heading out the room down the hall towards the room Hyun su was kept in

Opening the door to the room as you quickly close it behind you , you had enough time since he was doing a mission upstairs and he would be gone for a while

Unzipping the book bag as you let out a small sigh with a smile on your face, luckily you asked Ji-su to put in a small request for the things you need as Hyun su had to bring it down , taking out the dried rose peaks as you carefully drop a few over the floor before heading towards Hyun Su’s bed scattering the last bit of petals over the bed

After you finished putting down the rose petals , taking off your shoes as you start to slowly strip down to your panties as you took of your bra along with the rest of you clothes , slowly climb on the bed as you wait for Hyun su and that’s how you ended up here , on top of a naked Hyun su his Braden coke deep inside your gummy wall

Feeling Hyun su cock twitch inside your pussy as you knew he was close , you were a caught up in how good Hyun su felt inside you that you didn’t notice his eyes turn pitch black as he looks at you with a evil grin before braking his hands free within seconds grabbing a hold of your hips with both his hands as he held a tight grip

Eyes snapping open as you look down at Hyun su eyes becoming wide as he soon using his hands to slam your dripping pussy in his cock with force as you let out a loud moan of pleasure causing you to almost fall off your toes if it wasn’t for Hyun su’s strong hold

“ Do you really think she could make us feel this good mommy” Hyun su says in a deep tone as he lets out groans with every word eyes never leaving your naked body as they scan over you huge breast down to your dripping cunt that tighten around his coke with every thrust

“Hell, He still wants a baby with you.. why do you think we care for that whore when we have you” Hyun su says before letting out a loud groan as he felt his self close to cumming inside of you as Hyun su slams your body down causing a knot to form in the pit of your stomach back arching slightly as you keep your self on your toes Turing to keep up with Hyun su

After a few more bounces on Hyun su harden cock your feel the knot in your stomach finally snap as you let out a loud moan eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel your juices leak over Hyun su lower stomach as it dropped down on his big heavy balls

Letting out a groan as he keeps a hold of your hips using his strength to turn you over now on your back as he continues to pound in your now sensitive pussy as you wrap your arms around his neck

Feeling as he thrust start to become more sloppy then before as you look in his black eyes , back arching off the bed from the violent thrust as you feel him also why pulling away causing your to wrap your legs around his hips pulling him closer as you keep Hyun su locked in place

“D-Don’t.. S-Stay” reader tried to moan out as you feel another knot forming in your stomach causing your breathe to be caught in your throat as you feel Hyun su cum deep inside your womb causing your toes to curl as you feel the knot snap in your stomach once again as you came over Hyun su once more

Waiting as you catch your breath before Hyun su slowly pulls his soaked cock out of your drops ling pussy as he lays beside you eyes now back to their original color as he runs his wrist since it was now a bruise from his hands being tied

“I love you..” a Hyun su says in a whisper as he turns to wrap his arm around you pulling your naked body close to his before falling asleep on your exposed boobs as you son fall asleep with him in your arms with a small smile on your face

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wonderland-smile-stories · 8 months

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Black eyes

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this is.

Sorry Eun-hyuk, but I really need to get to my room. Carefully I slip past everyone trying not to get myself notice. Nobody was really guarding the door to the stairs, so if I'm quick and silent I can sneak upstairs. With my axe on my back, I slowly open the door after I unlocked it.

It made a little noise, but nobody came to investigate. I let out a deep breath when I finally closed the door fully behind me. Okay, that's done. The only thing I have to do now is get to my room alive and in one piece. I look up at the many stairs letting out a sigh.

Up to the thirteenth floor, I go.

I feel bad for Hyun-su that he has to do all those stairs every day. Every time I complain about it to Eun-hyuk he just brushes it off. It's the only way that everybody can survive. Risking someone's life for your own is just selfish and wrong. I try to convince him to let me go with Hyun-su, but he won't let me. It's like he doesn't want to risk my life even though Hyun-su and I are the same.

I took a break from walking when I came to the seventh floor. Until now I haven't heard or seen anything that could attack me. Maybe the monsters left the building seeing that they couldn't find someone to kill.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard something from behind me. It sounded like something was coming up the stairs. Carefully I walked to the banister trying to see if something was coming. It took me a minute, but I saw what looked like a shadow coming up the stairs behind me.

Whatever was behind me was just one floor behind, so I had to think quickly. The door to the seventh floor stood open so I quickly slipped inside. Leaning my back against the wall I try to listen if I could hear it coming this way or if it would just pass me.

I held my breath when I hear it coming closer, but it just stopped suddenly. A frown came to my face when I just stood there a minute not hearing anything anymore. Did I imagine it?

Slowly I came from behind the corner looking into the stairwell.

Nothing.

Nothing was here. Carefully I fully came into the stairwell looking upstairs if it had passed without making a sound. I couldn't hear anything. It's like it disappeared in thin air.

"Mi-na."

A soft voice came from behind me together with a hand on my shoulder. A yell came out of my mouth while I spun around to see whoever was behind me.

"Hyun-su?" I breathe out holding my chest.

He was standing behind me with his spear in one hand and his backpack on his shoulders.

"What the hell are you doing here? Are you following me?" I question looking him up and down.

"I uhm I." He stammered avoiding eye contact with me.

"How did you even get out of the backroom? Eun-hyuk never let you out at this time of the day."

He scratches the back of his neck before looking up at me.

"Mr. Han saw you sneaking around with your axe, so he asked if I could go after you just in case." I slowly nodded my head.

"But how the hell did he convince Eun-hyuk to let you out?"

He opens his mouth to answer but quickly shut it to think more about his answer.

"He didn't. It was his turn to stand guard. When nobody looked he had grabbed my stuff and let me out." I just know Eun-hyuk is going to be angry when we get back to the first floor.

I shook my head, putting my arms over my chest.

"You don't have to worry about me. Just go downstairs and take a rest you're already exhausted as it is, and I don't want you to make it worst by babysitting me." With that, I turn around and began my journey again to my room.

For a few seconds, I could only hear my footsteps, but that quickly change when another pair was heard behind me. Looking over my shoulder I saw Hyun-su walking behind me.

"Hyun-su, go. I'll be fine." I noted turning around looking down at him.

For once I was taller than him and saw him looking up at me with his big puppy eyes. "I know. But it is something I want to do."

He answers still looking into my eyes. It's the first time he let his eyes stay on mine for more than just a few seconds. I let out a sigh already regretting my decision.

"Fine. Just don't push yourself for me."

He gave me a nod telling me that he understood what I meant. Silently we began to make our journey further up the stairs. It was already late in the evening making it darker than the stairway normally was.

The both of us were quiet trying to hear if something was there and trying not to alert any monsters that we were here. A few times we stopped in our tracks thinking we heard something, but it always seem to be nothing.

We were both just on edge walking around in the dark like this. Finally we reached the thirteenth floor. It was only a couple more steps before we would reach my room safely.

I was just hoping that the monsters had to sleep too and is doing it somewhere far away from here. When we reached the door I quickly unlocked it and walked inside.

It was weird to be back here after these couple of days. Everything was just like I left it like there weren't monsters running around killing everyone in their paths.

Turning around I saw Hyun-su standing at the door looking down at his shoes.

"You know you can come in, right?" I asked making him look up at me.

"Y...yeah I.. I just. Never mind." He mumbled walking inside and closing the door behind him.

I walked to my bedroom, grabbing a backpack from somewhere on the ground. Looking around I began to grab some clothes that were laying around, before walking to my closet. I stop walking around when I pass my mirror.

The girl in front of me was covered in sweat, dirt, and blood. Just putting on new clothes is not going to help a lot. My eyes when to my bathroom. I could easily take a quick shower.

Throwing my bag on my bed I walked to my door to talk to Hyun-su. He was looking around but quickly turned to face me when I called his name.

"Hyun-su, I'm going to take a quick shower to get rid of all the blood and stuff. If something happens give me a yell okay?" He nodded his giving me a soft okay.

I'm so happy I can get this dirt off of me. The dried-up blood has been itching in some places. The shower felt like heaven after all those days covered in dirt, sweat, and blood.

Wrapping the towel around my body I carefully stepped out of the shower. I turned around to look at my clothes when I saw that they weren't there.

"Shit," I mutter out realizing in had forgotten them in my room.

I tighten the towel around my body before opening the door. I look at the bedroom door and saw that it was half closed and I couldn't see where Hyun-su was, which mean he couldn't see me.

Trying to be as silent as I can be I walk to my bed grabbing my shorts and two shirts.

Suddenly the hair on my neck began to stand up, making me quickly turn around. My eyes widen when I saw Hyun-su standing just some inches away from me.

His eyes were covered in the black color I have seen before, together with that big smile on his lips.

"Hyun-su, what are you doing?" I mutter out, putting a tighter grip on the towel.

His head tilted to the side, just like a confused puppy would do.

"Can you get out I need to change?"

I took a step back hoping to great some distance, but it only made him a step forwards.

"I wonder."

It was still his voice. It was still Hyun-su's voice. I know that, yet it gave me the creeps when it came out of his mouth.

"What?" I asked confused moving further backward.

"I wondered for a long time why he held on." That sentence didn't help me figure out what he meant. I swallow thickly before speaking up.

"You have to be more clear if you want me to know what you mean." I was still walking backward not liking the closeness between me and him, but that was cut short when my back hit the wall behind me.

Shit.

"He doesn't want to give in. And I was wondering what the reason behind it was." Is he talking about Hyun-su not turning in a complete monster?

I know that this was his monster side and it had taken over him completely.

"Maybe it is because he's strong enough to resist." A chuckle left his lips before shaking his head.

"Maybe. I don't know honestly. He was close to turning in the beginning but over time it change. I don't think the reason behind it is because he wants to help those ungrateful people downstairs."

Not everyone downstairs is ungrateful for what he was doing.

"Well, if you ever find out you can let me know, but for now I don't care. Now, if you would like to excuse me I need to get dressed."

I was about walk past him when he grabbed my shoulders slamming me into the wall I just leaned against.

I could feel it break the moment my back and head made contact with it. I wanted to fall on my knees because of the hit on my head, but his grip was so tight that he held me up.

"What the hell?!" I hist grabbing with one hand one of his wrists.

"There is something about you." While he spoke his grip tightened on my shoulders making it seem like he would break them any second now.

"Something is hiding behind your eyes." My breath began to quicking, while the room began to spin around me.

"He knows."

Shut up I hiss at the voice in my head. This isn't the time to come out now.

"If I don't he will hurt you or maybe kill you." I shook my head trying to get the dizziness out of my head, but it didn't really help.

"I don't know what you mean," I answer back hoping he would back off.

The answer I got was his hand gripping my throat slowly squeezing it.

"Hy...Hyun..su thi....is...is...nt.... y... you." I choke out digging my nails into his hand that was only tightening.

"How do you know huh?! You don't even know me enough to be sure this isn't me."

A gasp left my mouth when I felt myself being lifted up from the ground.

"I spe...nd eno...ugh tim...e wi.. yo..u to know th...ath it is...t tr...ue." I gasp out feeling how with every word he tightens further and further.

"Why are even spending your time on me? Normal people stay away from me. Are you just hanging around me to use me like the rest of those idiots downstairs?!"

I could feel myself slipping away.

I had to do something before it was too late.

I'm sorry Hyun-su.

I place the hand that was holding his wrist on his chest, making him fly backwards through the door. He came down with a horrible cracking sound. A deep breath rush through my lungs the moment I hit the ground with my feet.

My eyes when to Hyun-su who was still laying on the ground emotionless. Coughs left my lips while I took a few steps toward the door, but came quickly to a halt when I hear laughs coming from his body.

Without even giving him a chance to stand up I shut the door locking it. I'm pretty sure he could break the door if he wanted to, but this was all I got for now. Taking the clothes from the ground I quickly put them on before he could come in.

My whole body hurt while I was putting them on, but I didn't slow down. When I was done I stop moving and try to listen if I could still hear him. To my surprise, it was completely silent except for my ragged breath.

Did he leave?

Did he change back to himself?

I lowered myself to the keyhole to see if there was anything I could see, but everything seemed to be normal. I can't stay here forever.

What if they send someone up here and Hyun-su is still not his normal self? Or what if he's stupid enough to go out by himself? I'm pretty sure his monster side doesn't mind fighting another monster seeing last time he wanted to kill one.

Biting the inside of my cheek I began considering what I could do. I can still heal if he would do something to me. It would be better if it was me than somebody else. I let out an annoying sigh before taking the door knob in my hand.

It would be smart if I had a weapon on hand, but there was nothing in my room I could use to defend myself with. Besides my axe is just a few steps from where I was now. I don't want to kill him with it, but I could use the blunt end to hit him if it was necessary.

Okay, this is no big deal.

Carefully I unlock the door before opening the door slowly. I poke my head out first to see if he was near, but that didn't seem the case.

Did he just leave?

Idiot.

With slow steps, I walked completely out the door hoping I could reach my axe before something could happen. I had taken only a few steps when I was tackled to the ground.

For the second time today, my head hit the something hard. I began to thrash around trying to get away from Hyun-su who seem determinate to hurt or even kill me.

At one point I had managed to push him off and to crawl away, but he quickly grabbed my ankle dragging me back to him.

It was a struggle for the both of us, but at the end he had pinned my wrist next to my head while sitting on top of me.

For someone who doesn't has a lot of muscle he's damn strong.

"Get off!" I yelled trying to get my wrist free from his grip.

He shook his head still with that smile on his face.

"I want to see them!"

"What?" I asked completely confused.

"Show me your eyes."

What is he talking about?

My eyes are open...

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He let out a laugh.

"You think I'm stupid!" His grip on my wrists tightened with every word.

"Show me!"

I shook my head refusing to give in. I can't let him find out. He would know that I have lied to him this whole time.

"Hyun-su stop! This isn't you! You're letting your anger control your actions!" I yelled, but my words didn't seem to go through him.

I have to find a way to snap him out of it, but unlike the last time hurting him doesn't seem to help.

A scream left my lips when I felt my left wrist snap underneath his hand.

"This is the first of many if you don't show me." He hissed putting pressure on the broken wrist.

A gasp left my lips when I felt the bones grind together.

"O...okay! Okay!" I sobbed looking at him from my wrist.

He needs to snap out of this, but hurting him doesn't seem to work anymore. I watch him lean closer and a thought came to my mind.

When he was close enough for me to reach him I push upwards placing my lips on him while closing my eyes.

I could feel his body freeze and I thought he would push me off, but he did nothing at first.

I felt his grip grew weaker around my wrist so I quickly sat up higher putten my hand with the un broken wrist on his cheek.

A few seconds after my hand touched his cheek I could feel pressure on my lips. I have no idea if this was the real him or if the monster was playing games with me.

Slowly I pulled away from him opening my eyes. He was breathing hard with his eyes still close.

I was scared if they would open I would see black, but when they opened his eyes were back to normal.

A confused look was on his face, but it quickly changed to a shocked one before he pushed himself off of me moving far away from me.

"I. I didn't. I'm so sorry." He mutters out looking at me.

I shook my head sitting up completely now with my broken wrist in my other hand.

"It's okay," I whisper giving him a small smile.

He shook his head standing up.

"No, it's not! look at your wrist!" I stood up wanting to walk closer to him, but he just took a step back shaking his head.

"No, don't. You should stay away from me like I have told you befor. You are hurt because of me! I'm the monster everyone is afraid of."

I wanted to speak up and argue back, but before I could even utter a word out he ran to the door grabbing his backpack and weapon before leaving me alone.

Without thinking I ran after him hoping I could calm him down.

"Hyun-su wait!"

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Hey, it’s been a long time since I posted something 😅. This is a oneshot with the original character from my fanfic that I’m still working on. I think I’m going to wait until season two of Sweet Home to post it. Because I’m curious how they will continue it. Plus I want to see if my ending is going to end up well with the beginning of season two.

#cha hyun su #cha hyun su x oc #cha hyun su x reader #cha hyunsoo #cha hyunsu #sweet home x you #sweet home fanfic #sweet home #sweet home x reader #sweet home netflix

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duckmumbo · 2 months

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rough translation of quackity's stream

the stream is about the structure of the qsmp, no mention of the admins or anything.

the past 3 weeks have been turbulent, the restructuring process hasn't been easy. before he became more involved, there were people who did a lot of damage to the project in managing and financing it. he hasn't spoken about any of the restructuring because all of his information and updates have been internal and have to do with legal matters, so there arent any obvious/visual changes yet.

he has fired some of the people who hurt the project, and he's (unsure of the phrase he used here, could be anything from suing those people to working on firing more), which is mostly what hes been focused on with this restructuring.

he wants to make it clear that during this process, any updates and actions he gives has to be done very very carefully. right now theyre struggling with leaking of information, and how information is reaching people who shouldn't know it/the public, which is affecting the process that is needed to solve some of the problems. some of the mods that hes gotten rid of have received some leaked information, which has complicated things, and made him stay silent because of how delicate the process is.

he's started by getting rid of the main people that affected him and the project (assuming him financially). hes been working on the financial side of the server, trying to restore "something thats been missing from the project for a long time"

he hasnt wanted to make any promises to any of the admins, especially promises about pay when hes unsure if he could follow through on the promise.

he understands that people wont feel comfortable continuing to watch or support the server, he knew that was a possibility and hes ok with it. he says it takes a while for change to happen, and that he knows that people have left and will continue to leave, and hes ok with it. hes made an internal announcement (unclear how widespread it was) about that.

change is made by analyzing internal structures and processes, and that doesnt happen in 3 weeks. hes asking for people's patience, and hes working hard, even if its not outwardly visible. the changes are for the good of the project and the people that love the project. he is not working on the restructure for people who have ill will for the project, himself, admins, and fans, he is doing it for the people that love the project and support it. hes saying that if you're looking to tear down the server and the people who have worked hard on it, this is not a space for you.

the process is taking a while, but he is working on it, he reiterates his promise to continue to work on the project, he has a strong belief in the project and wants to see it succeed

#roy talks #admingate

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flamingpudding · 11 months

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DPxDC Family Week June 22 (Day 5)

Prompt: Children | Music

A/N: Super random and I had no idea what to do with the prompts until a couple hours ago.

AO3 Link: DPxDC Family Week Contributions

It was supposed to be a slow and easy day, barely anything big happening. Just a day for them all to chill and relax. Danny really had hoped for that one calm day. He had gotten Jason to come to the Manor to help him with his literature homework. It took a lot of convincing but in the end he managed to convince his second oldest brother to come. Normally he would have asked Jazz or Barbara but the girls were out on a girls night Steph had demanded.

He knows that Dick was also in the Mansion the moment Danny had let it slip a day earlier that he had gotten Jason to agree to help him; the eldest had announced that was going to come visit too. Of course to spend time with the two youngest Damian and Ellie who were busy caring for the animals in Damians Barn. That he got to hang out with Jason, read: force a hangout, was just a bonus.

Bruce was probably in the office and Alfred was in the kitchen baking.

Everything sounds like a nice and calm day doesn't it? Yea, Danny would have thought so too if it weren't for that sudden slip of cold air leaving his lips as well as a certain ghost looking at him through his Textbook.

He blinked, Jason blinked, they blinked.

"Desiree?" Danny carefully started. "What are you doing here?"

She was supposed to be in the Ghost Zone, specifically in Walker's Prison on time out for granting Condiment King of all people a wish and nearly flooding all of Gotham in mustard, ketchup and other things. Lady Gotham hadn't been very amused either, which was why Desiree should be in Walker's Prison.

The ghost in question only smiled brightly at him and he resisted the urge to close the book in her face. He could see Jason digging around in his bag, ever since the ghost had followed him to Gotham he had made sure that all of his siblings had at least something to catch them. "Well hello there Phantom. I just wanted to see if anyone wanted anything."

Before he could answer her she slipped away from them. Danny cursed in a way that would make Jason proud as he jumped off his chair, changed forms and followed the other ghost through the floor, barely remembering to yell at his brother to tell the others to not utter anything that could remotely sound like a good damn wish.

Too bad Danny had not anticipated Desiree going to the Kitchen were Alfreed and Bruce were apparently having a little nostalgic chat. In which Alfred just happens to say that he wished he had more photos of the times all of them had been children.

One wish granting ghosts intermission later…

Alfred blinked at where Bruce had been sitting a couple seconds ago. No, Bruce was still sitting there but he was not the adult he had been talking to but the six years old version.

"Master Bruce?"

The child looked up at him, tilting their head. "Alfred? Why do you look so old? Older than you normally do?"

Well wasn't that a predicament, Alfred mused. "Master Bruce, what is the last thing you remember?"

"Mom and Dad told me they were going on a business trip and I would be alone with you in the Manor for a while."

Okay that was something Alfred could work with. Surely one of the children could tell him what was going on. Maybe Daniel had an idea, this could be something related to the Infinite Realms after all.

"Alfred! Do you know where Father is?" The butler turned to the kitchen entrance only to find Damian and Danielle each holding onto the hands of a young Richard. "Richard suddenly turned into a child and he doesn't appear to remember us."

"I don't remember you because I don't know you." The child between the two frowned at them. "How did I get here? Did you kidnap me?"

"We didn't twerp. You got de-aged." Danielle was clearly fessed up with young Richard and Alfred couldn't help but chuckle.

"Who are you guys and why are you at my home?" Bruce suddenly piped up jumping of his chair and rushing over to the three.

"I live here, who are you brat?" Danielle questioned in return before Damian could say anything, her eyes narrowed at the young Bruce.

"Nu-uh. I live here with Mom and Dad. You're the stranger."

"Hi I am Richard but call me Dick, I got kidnapped."

"We did not kidnap you."

"Hi, I am Bruce and that's Alfred."

"Alfred, this boy… is that father?"

"I am afraid so, Master Damian."

Before anything further could be discussed the screaming of two other children could be heard. Bruce and Dick rushed out of curiosity toward the noise as children were. Damian and Ellie quickly followed behind them. Alfred didn't take long to also follow them.

The five of them did not expect to find more children but these two were brawling. Two similar looking young boys were currently fighting each other biting, hair pulling and even punching while screaming at each other.

"NO JAZZ TOLD ME STEALING IS BAD!"

"SHUT UP YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT!"

"NO! YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT!"

"NO YOU!"

Alfred did recognise one of them as Jason while the other most likely was Daniel. Clearing his throat the butler waited for the two brawling children to notice him before pulling them apart. "Master Jason. Master Daniel. You two shouldn't fight inside the house."

Danny scrunched up his nose side eyeing the Butler and Ellie cooed who would have guessed that her template used to be this cute. "I don't like that. Call me Danny."

Jason on the other hand stuck his tongue out at Danny once the two got separated. "Daniel, Daniel, Daniel."

Danny glared and Ellie could only laugh at the face he was making. "Stop that."

Damian let out a sigh. "It looks like everyone but us got turned into children. What could be the cause of this?"

Danielle shrugged. "Dunno, the only I know that could do that is a ghost but she is in ghost prison."

"I will see if I can conta-"

"Weeeeeeeeeee!"

The two youngest turned oldest looked up in time to see Dick swinging on the foyers chandelier. The young child's hand slipped and suddenly the boy was free falling. Both rushed to catch the child, Ellie taking to the air and catching him while Damian on the ground let out a sigh of relief, before realizing that Jason and Bruce were gone.

Danny thankfully was still with Alfred holding on to the butler hand watching wide eyed and in awe how Ellie was slowly floating down to the ground with Richard in her arms. The boy was loudly yelling "Again" over and over.

"We need to find Father and Todd." Damian declared once Richard safely touched ground. The boy pouted but took Alfred's hand as he was told.

"I believe Master Bruce might have thought out his old room. It would be in the right wing of the second floor. In regards to Master Jason…"

"I will find him." Danielle offered, already speeing off. Damian only huffed in annoyance as the girl did not stay long enough for him to properly plan how to find the two missing children. With another huff he turned around and left to find his child turned father.

Alfred only smiled as the two now oldest children left and led the two whose hands he was holding towards the kitchen. "Master Richard, Master Daniel. How about you two help me bake some cookies?"

"They won't come to live will they?"

The butler chuckled at little Daniel's question but also noted that down as a worrisome statement he would have to inquire later about. "No they won't but they will surely taste better with two little helpers."

The boy let out a sigh in relieve as the other tilted his head slightly. "I love cookies! This is definitely the coolest time I have ever gotten kidnapped for."

"You have gotten kidnapped before? Jazz said getting kidnapped is bad."

"Nope, this is my first time! But how can it be bad if it's fun so far? I wanna swing on that ceiling thing again!"

"I wanna try that too…"

Alfreed only shook his head as he let the two children continue to talk. Whatever was happening the butler would make sure to take as many pictures as he could. This was his one golden opportunity to get these for the family albums. After all Tim had gifted him last month with the latest phone model that supposedly had one of the best cameras integrated.

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Somewhere else in Gotham…..

When Tim finally got out of the meetings he took a look at his phone. Alfred had been sending pictures all day and he hadn't had the time to take a look at them. He choked on his coffee as pictures of Bruce, Dick, Jason and Danny as children greeted him. The young Co-CEO rubbed his eyes wondering if he was dreaming but then Alfred sent him a video that he instantly saved in his blackmail folder. Whatever was going on he would hold that over his brother's heads for a long time.

Duke leaned back into his chair finally taking a break from his study session. He had ignored his phone so far. Now that he was taking a break he looked at it and spluttered at the cuteness that greeted him. Wait, was that Bruce? And Dick? And Jason? And Danny? What was happening in the Manor? Wasn't today supposed to be a slow day? Hurriedly, the Meta packed up his things from his library table and made his way back home. He did stop shortly at one point to take a look at the video Alfred sent, trying but failing to stop the laugh that bubbled out of him.

The girls all crowded around the screen as Barbara pulled up a live feat from the Manors cameras. They all collectively squalled when they watched the children play. A part of them wondered if they should go to the manor to help Alfred Damian and Ellie but they were having too much fun just watching the chaos unfold on screen.

In the video and live on Barbara's screen four children were currently dancing to the strangest music with Danielle before them instructing them on how to pull off the best moves. All the children's attention was on her as she taught them everything from easy hip hop moves to the funkiest dance move she, herself could think of. Meanwhile Damian was on the sidelines, head in his hand mumbling something but because of the music neither the video Alfred was taking nore the video cams, the girls were watching them from, picked it up.

A couple day's later a blindfolded Constantine finally grazed the Wayne Manor with his presence and a solution to return the four children back to their original age. Once that was done, three out of four were certainly mortified, the fourth trying to take it with Humor all while Alfred was happily working on an additional family photo album.

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everlasting-snowflake · 11 days

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This is my first thing I've actually written, I might add more to it 😭

/based on his drunken intimacy memory, but more/

The two of you had just returned from the gala event, Zayne having to more or less carry you back to your place due to how you were too drunk to really think straight by yourself. He walked inside, grabbing a towel as he sat you down gently on the couch, and him sitting down next to you, facing you. All you could really do was give him a mixed expression of annoyance and a stupid happy grin. The cold, stoic Doctor Zayne that you were so used to was replaced by a soft, tender Zayne, as he opened his arms slightly for you.

"Face, closer" he speaks in a tone that's much softer compared to what he usually speaks in. You decided to take his small request literally, leaning forward so only your face was closer to him. His expression didn't change as you did this. "Your body too. Please" He spoke with a voice that made you want to melt, but it was almost like his evol was active on you as you did as he asked. You probably looked like a wreck, but right now you have to use all your thoughts to wonder if you should tease the man in front of you or just kiss him already. You gave him a playful pout, which wasn't held up for long as a smirk was breaking through your charade.

"..Zayne, do I have to be drunk for you to treat me like this?" As you spoke, he used the towel in his hand to gently smooth over your face, the fabric caressing and cleaning over any stains and the make up that by now was undoubtedly smeared on your face. But honestly you really couldn't bring yourself to care about that. He looked so focused on his task at hand, his eyes as gentle as freshly fallen snow. He couldn't help but give you a subtle smirk at your statement, shaking his head ever so slightly in amusement. "Someone thinks this is special treatment" his lips stayed in a subtle upturned curl as he carefully led the towel over the remainder of your face, not leaving anything to make a mess or anything that will make your morning hard when you awaken.

When he takes the towel away from your face, he places it beside himself, his hand moving up to your face, his index finger briefly touching the corner of your lip before he spoke again, a tinge of tease in his voice. "And you claim not to be drunk" He let his hand rest at his side, his soft, loving gaze being one that was reserved for your eyes only. It always has been one reserved for your eyes only. He kept his loving eyes on you for a few moments more before you reached towards his already loose tie, his eyes following where your hand went. You tugged on his tie, further causing it to loosen, and simultaneously pulling your doctor towards you, gently at first, before you pulled him by his tie so he was right in front of you, then so he was practically on top of you, his arms being the only things that stopped him from pressing himself onto you. He let out a small sigh, looking down at you before speaking and averting his gaze momentarily, his hand slowly moving to your hand that was still on the knot of his tie. "It appears someone has become more intoxicated" He shifted himself and, subsequently you, into a sitting up position, his hand still on yours as he gently pried your hand off of his tie. "You know, if I was as rough as you are with my patients, I would be sued for sure" His tone was one you recognised. Monotone, but it was obvious that he intended on teasing you. Before he could get your hand away from his tie, you pulled it back and away from his grasp, feigning innocence as if you didn't do anything. You gave the doctor a drunken smile as you did so.

"Oh, now you're pretending nothing happened.." he sighed slightly, looking to his side for a moment "It's a shame, I can still feel the pain from your headbutt" he spoke in his same monotone yet teasing tone, his hand ghosting over his chin to further insinuate his words. You couldn't exactly remember but you probably did headbutt him at one point tonight already. You wanted to caress his chin as an apology, but all you could do was attempt to keep your eyes on him. He raised his hand so it was at your eye level, his index finger moving across your view, from your right to your left and back to your right, like a rushed eye test.

"Hmm..You're too drunk to even see me straight" This time it was hard to tell if he was being genuine, teasing or a crude mix of the two. To prove the doctor wrong, you suddenly reached your hand to his face, grabbing his face with your thumb and index finger, your other fingers resting under his chin as you moved his head from right to left, his eyes staying in you as you did this, but his gaze leaving you slightly as you let go, but his gaze immediately returning from your face as you finished your 'observation' of his chin.

"Where does it hurt..? Or are you messing with me, Dr Zayne?" You spoke in a slightly mocking tone, speaking as he normally would whenever you were in his doctor's office. He gave you an amused look before glancing away. "Some people are bleary-eyed when they're drunk" He looked at you after another moment, deciding to indulge in you for now, teasing you slightly "Want a closer look?"

You gave him a slightly annoyed look, pouting as you gently hit his shoulder, pushing him subtly back "I didn't hurt you at all..." He made a small face at the contact, but he kept up his small act "Are you sure?"

"Hmph, you call me a trouble maker but you're the one playing mind games." Zayne gave you a small chuckle, smiling slightly as he used his thumb to gently trace over the corner of your bottom lip

"Forget about that" His smirk stayed as you faced down, pretending to be hurt by his actions. "How can you be so rough with a girl's face..." He used his hand to gently move your face up to meet his eyes again "I'll try something else"

Once your eyes met again, he said one word.

"Close"

You did as he said, closing your eyes, unable to see him.

Unable to see him lean into you.

Unable to see his lips meet yours in a soft kiss, a kiss that left as quickly as it came.

When you opened your eyes again, he leaned back so he could see your expression as you processed what he did.

"...did you just kiss me?!" was all you could say. From the ever cold Dr Zayne, this wasn't something you'd expect to happen without some kind of excuse present, but here you are. He looked extremely proud of himself, leaning against the head of the couch, his face against his relaxed fist. "Mm-hmm. I didn't trick you this time" His gaze on you as he examined your features, turning from surprised, to amused, to wanting him to do that again. And again. Forever.

You reached your hand up to his face, gently stroking your thumb delicately across his bottom lip, instinctively licking your own lips in anticipation. His soft eyes remaining on you as always, flitting in between your face and your body. He quickly sat up, startling you slightly, and reaching behind himself to grab a conveniently placed water bottle, handing it to you. His eyes glistened with nothing but a soft love and slight concern as he gently nudged the now open bottle towards your lips.

"You've drank quite a bit tonight. Make sure to drink this, you'll sober up soon" You took the bottle from his grasp before he was able to tip the contents of the bottle into your mouth. As you drank from the bottle, Zayne shifted slightly, about to get up, intending to make you both something to eat. Something that wasn't barbecue related.

Before he had the chance to, you moved to grasp onto his shirt, the motion causing the water in your hand to spill onto your dress shirt. When he looked back to question you, he saw this, the water causing your shirt to cling onto your chest and upper abdomen, encasing your figure perfectly. The sight caused him to stop with whatever he was about to say, his words hitching in his throat, his eyes seemingly glued to the view before him. But after a few more moments, he cleared his throat and shifted his eyes elsewhere, a soft crimson dusting his cheeks and ears as he tried to think of something to say to calm himself and excuse himself from for a moment.

"What d- oh..."

His eyes lingered for a moment more before again, averting his eyes.

"I'll get you a towel and some clothes, don't move-"

Before he could finish his sentence, you, again, tugged at his sleeve, this time causing him to fall forward, and if it weren't for his arms bracing his fall, he would have definitely fell entirely on top of you. The view you were met with was one that you couldn't help but giggle over: Zayne looked like he was looking down a deep canyon, his eyes looking deep into your own with a distant gaze, a mixture of caution and surprise. Your soft laughter was what broke him out of his thought-filled state.

"I know I'm tipsy Zayne, but this is my place, isn't it a little rude to go through a girls' things without her permission?"

Your tone dripped in teasing, taking pride in the expression shift from the man who was but inches from you. His lips curved up slightly, threatening a smirk at your behaviour. 'Alcohol really gave her an edge, how interesting.' He thought as his eyes shifted over features. Your hair was a mess, your makeup faintly staining your face, lipstick smeered against the corners of your lips...the now wet material of your shirt pressing against you so deliciously...

Maybe you were right, it would be rude for him to rummage through your things and leave you here like this, all alone...

His body seemed to almost move on it's own, as he lowered his body so he wasn't hovering over you like how he was, one knee resting on the couch, in between your legs, one of his arms resting on the back of the couch, wrapped loosely around your neck, playing with your hair lazily. His other hand was placed gently against your cheek, lightly stroking your face as if you were a precious sculpture that would crack at the slightest ounce of rough housing. He looked into your eyes for a few moments before he seemed to suddenly light up, like he just had the best idea he could ever have. He sat up slightly, a small smirk on his face. A tiny, mischievous glint in his eyes. Before you are able to even question him, he pulls a compact doctor's bag out of, seemingly, nowhere, putting it to the side. From it, he pulls out his... stethoscope? He holds it up like it was a fish he caught a few seconds ago.

"Dr Zayne, what possessed you to bring that to a suit and tie event..??"

"You've known me for a long enough time now, is this something you should be surprised about?"

He gave you a mixed look, one of amusement and his regular, sincere look he'd give you whenever you falsely accuse him of taking your desserts even though they were in front of him. All you could do was sigh and laugh slightly. Was he the drunk one that needed pampering or was it you?

You had to hold back a laugh, enough so that you couldn't even say what you wanted to, only pointing at the stethoscope with a shaky hand. All he did was put the stethoscope in your ears, causing your laughter to calm, overtaken by a brief confusion. He undid his tie further, so the two ends were dangling off of either end of his shoulders, undoing his top 4 buttons as well, so his chest was visible to you. He put the instrument part of the stethoscope into your hand, the part that allowed to hear heart beats facing away from your palm, before raising your hand gently to the exposed part of his chest, his hand over yours as he pressed the instrument to his chest, over where his heart would be situated. His eyes which were before on his movements, glanced up to you, a gentle yet smug look on his face. His heart was racing and yet he was able to keep his calm. He didn't even need to use the stethoscope to basically hear your heart drumming against your chest. He gave you a light chuckle, watching your face carefully, loving the subtle changes to your expression when listening to his heartbeat.

"Do you hear that? This is your doing..."

A slight dampening to the mischievous glint in his eyes was seen as his eyes remained on you.

"You mean after you had to carry poor me back here because you thought I was too drunk to get home?"

You spoke in a teasing tone once again, hoping this comment would be the knife that you could use to cut the tension that had grew within this short time span. Zayne simply smirked down at you, leaning towards you, his face close to yours, close enough that his breathe was tickling your neck and ear, gently.

"Well, that is certainly one part...but also..."

His voice was husky and quiet against your ear as he spoke, one hand slowly raising to trace his fingers lightly against the skin of your neck, before moving to glide over the wet, clingy dress shirt you still had on.

"The fact that someone had a certain nerve to...tease me like she did. The way she clearly is acting with her primary physician, and how she isn't as drunk as she first proclaimed to be."

His lips curved into a smug grin, glancing at your face, surprised at him being able to read your actions and your lies like he was reading a child's book. His hand slid down your body with gentle vigour, before lifting the wet material from around your waist, enough for his hand to just reach underneath, caressing the wet skin of your hips as he continued to speak, watching your every reaction with increased interest.

"...and the way that throughout all of this...not once...has she tried to stop me. In fact..." He leaned back slightly, enough to be able to look into your eyes as he next spoke.

"She seems to be wanting me to continue. It seems...she may not have been drunk but given my observations thus far... perhaps a full examination would be more helpful? I definitely don't need to use anything to know that your heart rate is accelerating faster than normal, and you're warmer than usual."

He slid his hand further up your shirt, resting his index and middle fingers against the bare skin of your chest, where your heart is situated, the vibrations of your speeding heart rate making itself clear to the doctor, whose face showed a mix of mischievous joy and a love struck glare that radiated from his features as he trailed his eyes over you, always retracing back to looking back into your eyes. He let his fingers stay where they were before leaning forward again, his lips only a few centimetres away from your ear.

"My dear, your resting heart rate is sitting at over 100 beats per minute...rather fast, no?" His voice was but a raspy whisper against your ear. He leaned in just a little further, grazing the skin of your earlobe with the plush of his lips, speaking again in a hushed whisper. You could practically hear the smile that he had against you as he spoke.

"Maybe this hunter has been thinking about something that has caused this effect? I wonder what she has on her mind."

He chuckled softly before gently trapping edges of your ear within his teeth, only to let it go as quickly as he did, shifting downwards to let his tongue gently trail from the edge of your jaw to your ear, where he ended the trail with a small kiss. He smiled at the red hue your skin showed.

"You seem to be gaining further symptoms as we progress in our examination, dearest. We haven't even started on anything and you've become flushed."

All you could do in response to his words was give him a half flabbergasted look, the redness in your face and stretching over your ears not helping in this situation at all. All this did was offer the doctor more confidence and more smug atmosphere to engulf him as he pulled his stethoscope out again, holding it in one hand and using his other hand to tug at your shirt gently, looking at you directly, silently asking for permission. You give him a nod before the fabric of your shirt obscures your vision. The cool dampness of the fabric brushed against your face as he pulled it over your head, the wetness trailing through your hair as he finally removed the fabric completely. You couldn't help but hunch your arms closer towards your body, less because of the cold and more because of the cold yet burning gaze that fell upon you as the doctor let his eyes wander.

Your gaze fell to your side, trying to escape the cold yet burning gaze of him as he moved the stethoscope to your neck, the cold touch welcoming to your currently burning up body.

"Your heart is still beating rather fast...maybe..." You could hear the slight smirk in his voice, and before you could look back at him for what he was planning, you felt Zayne lean towards your neck, his lips ghosting over your neck, barely kissing the skin , his breath fanning on my skin. You swore, you didn't even need to look at his face to see that he was enjoying this.

Maybe he drank in all the alcohol that was in your system, or maybe you weren't the drunk one. Either way, you were definitely in for a long night, one that you would annoy him for, him not letting you get any sleep.

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can i do a request of just some rejanis fluff. Like what you did in the home alone fanfic! Thanks boo💕🤗

Sleep(or not)

Janis ‘Imi’ike x Regina George

Warnings: fluff, coarse language, mentions of Regina’s bus accident, chronic pain from said accident

In which Regina’s back pain keeps her up at night, and Janis is worried

“Janis, go to sleep.” Regina says, looking at her nails.

Janis sighs softly, “No.”

“It’s two in the morning, Janis.” Regina continues, putting her hands down.

“Exactly. I’m not going to bed without you.”

“I can’t sleep, baby. You know that.” Regina admits.

Janis watches the clock on the wall, hears the sound of the water boiling in the electric kettle, the sound of the crickets outside…in the dead of the night. Yet, they were awake. “Go to bed. It’s so late.”

“I’m not leaving you alone while you’re in pain, G.” Janis insisted.

Truth be told, Regina wanted to cry. That’s why she wanted Janis to go to bed— she didn’t want Janis to see her like that. “Nothing new.” Regina adds on, “It’s been like this since that damn bus ran me over.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

Regina shook her head, “No. It just hurts and I hate that— never mind, I shouldn’t.”

“No, say it.” Janis urged, “Get it out of your mind.”

“You already know what I’m gonna say, J.” Regina averted her eyes from Janis’. Janis very carefully wrapped her arm around the blonde. “Say it if you need to say it. It’s clearly weighing on your mind no matter what you think.”

Regina scoffs, “I hate that damn bus. How could’ve that guy just speed through like that?”

“Least he got sued.”

“No amount of money makes this pain okay. I’m only turning eighteen and I have to live like this for the rest of my life.”

Janis plants a kiss to the side of the girl’s head, “I’ll be here with you, no matter what.”

“It actually baffles me why you are.” Regina replies, “I tormented you for such a long time and you just forgave me?”

“Regina, let’s not—” Janis disagrees, “All of that: the Burn Book, the name-calling that’s nothing compared to you getting hurt. I’ll recover from that stupid shit, but this? G, this is serious stuff. I like you, and you like me. I’m just glad we’ve both come to terms with our feelings for each other and are where we are right now.”

“I just…feel like a burden.”

“Regina, babe— we’ve both got our issues. You put up with me, I put up with you. Listen, we’ll get through it together no matter what it is. We’re partners.”

Regina couldn’t help but crack a smile, “Thanks, J.”

“Don’t even mention it.” Janis mirrors her smile, relieved, “Now…are you a hundred percent sure you don’t wanna try going back to sleep?”

“Going back? I didn’t even fall asleep the first time.”

“So no to sleep, no to the pill, do you want to soak in a bath?” Janis asks.

“A bath?”

“Yeah.” Janis huffs, “That helped the other time, no?”

“Aw, you remembered.”

“Of course. It’s not like my memory’s been failing me or anything, babe.” Janis responded, “So, what do you say?”

“Fine.” Regina gives in, letting Janis lead her upstairs. Which was a pain by the way. Anyway, they made it back to Regina’s room, Janis picks out a fresh set of comfy clothes for her before going to the connected bathroom to run a bath.

“Go back to bed— I’ll be fine.”

“I know you will, but I’m not going to bed so give it up.” Janis stated, “I’m staying up with you.”

“Jan, are you crazy? There’s school in the morning.”

“It wouldn’t kill me if I skipped a day to take care of you, you know.” Janis sat down beside her.

“It’s not your job to take care of me.” Regina spat.

“It’s not, but as your girlfriend it’s what I’m supposed to do. Otherwise I’m a shitty ass girlfriend.” Janis reasoned, “Stop fighting me on this. Just let me keep you company.” Regina kept quiet, taking a few deep breaths.

“I just hate asking for help. Would rather deal with it on my own.”

Janis looks at her for a moment, “If it was me, would you be leaving me alone to be up all night?”

Regina ponders over her question, “No. I wouldn’t.”

“So, please. Don’t feel bad for stuff like this— I get that it’s hard for you, but I need you to know it’s okay to just tell me you need or want something. I may not be able to give you everything, but I will damn well try.”

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As Regina sat in the tub, Janis sat on the floor, face with face with her. “I feel a little better like this.”

“I bet you do.” Janis nodded, gently squeezing her hands as she spoke.

“I think we should both try and get some sleep once I get outta the tub.” Regina said back, squeezing the smaller girl’s hands too.

“If that’s what you want, sure.” Janis shrugged.

When the pair got back into bed, it was nearly 3a.m., but Regina was in significantly lesser pain and more sleepy after sitting in warm water that was lulling her to sleep. Regina sits in front of Janis, back facing her. Janis was giving her a bit of a massage. “Oh, shit.” Regina groans lowly. Janis immediately retracted her hands, “I’m sorry.”

“No, silly.” Regina chuckles, “That felt pretty good.”

“Oh.” Janis heaves a sigh of relief, “Thank God. I thought I was hurting you more.”

A smile creeps onto the blonde’s face, unbeknownst to Janis. “Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” Janis says, her hands still massaging Regina’s back, “Happy to do it,”

Regina started shifting in her seat and eventually turned around to face her girlfriend. She grabs Janis’ hands into her own and brushes her thumbs over her knuckles. Regina wasn’t sure what made her do this, but she was doing. Janis chuckles a little bit, confused, “What are you doing?”

“I dunno.” Regina admits, “Just felt like doing that. And seeing your face.” Janis’ cheeks were tinted a light pink at her words, her head turns away from Regina. “Wow, it’s still so easy to make you blush?” Regina teased. “Damn, you’re so cute.”

“Shut up.”

“You are.” Regina sighs softly, cupping her cheek in one hand, “Your big brown eyes look like a doll’s. And your nose? Adorable. God, those lips. So pillowy soft.”

Janis allows a grin to show up on her face. Regina tugs on her arm to get her to climb into her lap. Janis gets the hint and got on, legs bracketing either side of her hips. “I don’t say this enough, and I know it. I want to change that.” Regina brushes the hair out of Janis’ face, tucking the loose strands behind her ear.

“I love you.” The blonde said softly, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. Janis reciprocated immediately, smiling into it.

“I love you, too, G.”

Regina held her like this for awhile before they eventually crawler under the covers to get some sleep before the sun rises. “Face the other way. I can massage your back for you until you fall asleep.”

“Mm, no.” Regina hums, “I want to see your face.”

Janis bites back a smile, “Okay.”

“I’ll be okay, I promise.” Regina whispers, wrapping her arms around Janis. “It’ll just take a day or two for it pass.”

Janis nodded, snuggling against her chest comforting, “I hear you, babe. I know. You’ll be okay.”

“Close your eyes.” They both said, nearly in unison making them both chuckle.

“I’ll make you pancakes in the morning?” Janis grins, face buried in her chest.

“Yum, please do, baby.” Regina agreed, holding her closer.

“Good night, G.” Janis nodded, “Get some sleep.”

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I Will Never Make You Lonely: CH 7

Summary: When your life is falling apart, your 8 best friends are there to lift you up

TW: mentions of de&th, su!c!de, su!c!de tendencies, su!c!dal ideologies, depress!on, anxiety, crying. If this is in any way triggering I’d steer towards more of my happier works.

If you or someone you love has thought of or acted on suicide, there is help and there is hope

Call or text 988

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, non-idol AU

PSA: this is no way represents the artists. While their birth names are used in this story, the story is fiction and this is in no way a reflection of the artist or artists in real life.

It was definitely a “fuck it we ball” type of move, but now that you had more of an understanding of your topic, especially now that you have lived it, you were able to write a stronger paper.

You weren't sure if you would get a good grade, but you completed the task and felt proud of yourself. Since the day at the beach, your days seemed more manageable. You felt more human, smiled more often, and didn't have to pretend to be happy every day at school. However, healing is not always linear. Some days, it was almost impossible to get out of bed, while other days you were up early cooking breakfast for everyone because you were in a good mood. Grief is an unusual concept, but you were managing.

One afternoon, while browsing your computer, you were looking for an outfit to wear to your graduation. Suddenly, you felt a strong urge to read what Carter had written. You weren't sure if Peyton still had the letter, but you decided to ask her anyway. You sat up in bed and texted her, requesting to see the letter. Although you weren't sure about her response, you didn't think Peyton would say no. And in less than five minutes, she sent you a picture of the letter, showing both the front and back.

‘Fuck’

You were feeling a bit suffocated in your room, so you decided to step out and get some fresh air in the living room. Right on cue, Hyunjin, Han, Seungmin, and Felix walked in from university. As soon as they saw you, their expressions changed from cheerful to worried.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Han asked as you gripped your phone with two hands. Your knuckles were turning white as you sat on the arm rest of the couch. Minho, Changbin, and Jeongin walked out of Minho’s room, their movie still playing in the background. You looked at them as your hands shook.

“Peyton sent me a picture of the letter,” you said as realization hit them all. Hyunjin went up to you and put a hand on your shoulder.

“Have you read it yet?” Jeongin asked. You looked up at him and shook your head, picking at your fingernails with your teeth. You looked a little green as well.

“Are you ready to read it? Don’t pressure yourself into anything if it’s too soon,” Hyunjin said kindly. You nodded.

"I just need to get it over with," you sighed. Before the boys could ask if you wanted any privacy, you flipped over your phone and started reading. You paced back and forth as you read it. The boys decided to stay in the living room, frozen in place, and ready to be there if you needed them. Your heart was heavy as you read the words, everything she was feeling before she got in her car. It was a lot. Halfway through the letter, you started tearing up. You were biting your nails when you stopped pacing as you got closer to the end. Your heart sank when you read the date she wrote in the letter. You spoke to her on her last day, hours before the accident. Felix carefully took the device out of your hand and pulled you into his arms after you looked away from your phone. You took a deep breath and blinked back the moisture in your eyes.

“We’re here, we’re here y/n,” he said as Hyunjin took the phone from him, setting it on the counter. Felix swayed you both back and forth, holding you close, resting his temple on top of yours. The boys debated on looking at the letter, but they decided whatever was on your phone was private information unless you felt like sharing.

“What are you thinking about, y/n?” Seungmin asked. You shook your head.

“I don’t know…I don’t know…” you sniffled looking back at your phone. You thought that reading the letter would give you some closure, but instead, you felt stuck. The repeated phrases "it's not your fault" and "grateful to have you" were somewhat reassuring, but the letter was like one of those immobilizing nightmares where you can't move and you're forced to watch something terrible happen. Han came up from behind you and hugged you while resting his head on your shoulder. You let out a shaky exhale and patted his head with your hand. No one knew what to say, so you both stood there in silence for a couple of minutes. Finally, you gathered yourself and slowly pulled away from the embrace.

“Is there anything we can do for you?” Minho asked. You shook your head, grinning a tiny bit when he gave you the “are you sure?” eyebrows.

“I’m okay, I will be okay,” you said, semi-confident in your answer. Throughout the rest of the day, you all cooked dinner and talked about school, including how finals were going. You felt better discussing other topics as you genuinely wanted to talk about them rather than using them to mask what was going on in your mind. However, that evening you struggled to sleep, so you decided to catch up on some of the Netflix shows you had missed. You assumed everyone would be asleep, but there was one person who hadn't returned home yet - Chris. When you went to refill your water bottle, you heard the door click open. Chris trudged in with his hoodie covering his eyes, looking at the floor and sniffling. He didn't notice you until you whispered.

“Chris?” His head snapped up as he made direct eye contact. His eyes were red and a little glossy.

“Hey! What are you doing awake? He asked, trying to keep his voice at bay.

“What’s wrong?” You asked gently, immediately getting straight to the point. Chris couldn’t lie to you, but he did lower his gaze to the floor. You waited until he sniffed again.

“Seungmin let me know about the letter and how you read it today…” he cringed at the way his voice cracked. As you were going through one of the toughest times in your life, you noticed that Chris was deeply hurt. His eyes softened as he saw you struggling. He lost a lot of sleep worrying about you during these last couple of months. Watching your face become paler and your eyes grow duller hurt him. Trying his best to hold back tears, he stood still as you walked closer to him. You hugged him tightly, providing him with comfort and support. He couldn't help but cry, and you held him close as he sniffled into your shoulder.

“Oh Chris…no, please don’t cry…” you cooed. He took a few deep breaths before speaking.

“I’m sorry this happened to you. I’m sorry *sniff* I’m so sorry…I’m so sorry you’re hurting. *sniff* I just want to take it all away,” his voice wavered, sniffles and small small sobs in between words; he has the biggest heart.

“What you and the rest of the boys do for me is more than enough. Just because I’m grieving doesn’t mean I’ll never be okay.” you whisper as you scratch the back of his neck. “I know you want to take all the pain away honey, I do, but having you all by my side to either listen or hold me or just be there with me is more than enough,” you pouted when you felt tears on your neck. You pull back and cup his face, wiping the moisture away with your thumb.

“I'm going to be okay. I’m doing way better than I thought I would because of you all, okay?” You said, smiling at Chris. He nodded as he pulled his hands away and wrapped them around your wrists, as a silent reminder to himself that you were still here. You looked back at the stove clock.

“It's late, let’s get you to bed, yeah?” you say as you wipe the remaining tears from his cheeks. You walked him to his room and gave him a pat on the back before retreating to your own. You stopped before opening your door, turning back around to look down the hall; Chris was still standing there.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” You asked loud enough to where he could hear but quiet enough to not wake up the kids. He nodded quickly.

“Okay, I’m going to change and I’ll be right back,” You reassured him. Once you were changed you went back to his room, getting under the covers next to the lump that was buried deep in the blankets. He rolled over and wrapped his arms around you, smushing his face into your neck. You held him close, running your fingers through his curly hair until his breathing slowed down, signaling he was almost asleep.

“Thank you for everything, Chris,” you whispered. You didn’t think he heard you until he kissed your cheek.

AN: One more chapter to go! Thank you again for supporting me and this series!!

Will y/n end up with Chris? Stay tuned besties!!!😉

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Straight on 'Til Morning

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Description: After a mission accident, Bradley Bradshaw is haunted. Haunted by the experience of being shot down—again. But more than anything, he's haunted by the wingman he lost. Wasp. She could fly like nobody else. Her callsign come to life. Everyday, Wasp’s final words linger in the back of Bradley’s mind, and at night they haunt his dreams.

Warnings: Mentioned Injuries. PTSD. Nightmares. Mentioned Death.

Disclaimers: Only the warnings above.

A/N: By popular demand, here is the sequel to my 100 Follower Celebration Blurb Smoke in the Air!

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"Will you put my body someplace where I can watch the flowers grow? I just want to see the flowers grow, Roo. Please?" Bradley jolts awake with a choked off cry. The tank top he wore to bed is drenched in sweat and he can barely breathe. More telling, the spot on the bed next to him? It's cold. It's empty - like it has been for longer than he remembers. He only hears her voice in his dreams now.

"Kiss me? I just want to be loved when I die."

Wasp's voice ricochets through the empty bedroom as he heaves himself out of bed. It's been six months. Six months since the mission. Six months since something special slipped through his fingers. How come he hadn't realized? Why hadn't he noticed how beautiful she was? How her eyes shone in the sunlight and how her smile set his heart beating frantically in his chest? He still remembers the pain and terror of that mission.

"I just want to be loved when I die."

The SU-57s had swarmed around the squadron like flies, attacking viciously. Wasp had gone down first, caught between two of them and unable to evade. That was far from the first time a cold hand of dread had slipped around his heart. But it was the most poignant fear he's ever felt.

Things hadn't been smooth between him and her before the mission. On the contrary, in fact. Bradley remembers hating her, hating that she was flying when Phoenix couldn't. He remembers hating how she could outfly anyone with a smile on her face. Then she'd gone down, a bird with clipped wings and he'd been frantic with terror, aggressively dogging the SU-57s that had shot her down until he'd been shot down himself.

When he'd landed, his parachute had snarled in the trees and he'd had to cut himself down. He'd been filled only with a single purpose, tramping through the thick forest greenery. He had to find her, to make sure she was alright. What he found hadn't been great. Wasp was half-hidden in a wooden log, hiding from the enemy no doubt. Shrapnel buried deep in her thigh and pretty eyes glazed with pain. She'd refused water and he'd all but forced it on her until she drank. He'd pulled the shrapnel from her skin, wrapped the wound even as it soaked the bandages with her blood. If he hadn't would it have changed anything? Could it have changed everything?

He'd carried her through the woods, tramping for hours to get to the lone cabin he had seen before he was shot down. She'd been so light in his arms, a feather, precious cargo. Her sweet breath in his ear with each step. When they reached the cabin he'd set her carefully down. That's when she'd broken his heart the first time.

"I'll never be good enough for you, will I? It's obvious, I know. I'm not Phoenix. I'm just the dumb baby that you got stuck babysitting. I don't belong in this squadron. Why'd you come looking for me? God." She'd choked and coughed as she spoke, spittle staining her lips. "I bet you're going to tell them it was my fault you got shot down. That I don't deserve to be a part of the Navy anymore, forget flying."

He'd tried to console her, cupping the soft swell of her cheek and tracing his fingers across her lips and then blanched when they'd come away bloody. That's when she'd begged him, spitting out the words he'd heard in every nightmare since that mission.

"I just want to be loved when I die."

His pretty bug's final wish had been a kiss, to be loved. That was when he'd broken his own heart, irrevocably. He'd kissed his bug, his sweet little bug, until her fingers had fallen slack from their grip in his hair. Then he'd held her until Search and Rescue had followed his ESAT signal and carried her away. Her blood had stained his fingers. It had stained them so permanently that he can still smell it on bad nights. He smells it now, thick and metallic, the iron scent of it filling his lungs and sending his stomach roiling. Bradley staggers into the bathroom, heaving into the toilet until nothing remains in his stomach. The bile burns in his throat as he rinses his mouth and brushes the taste away. But he can't bring himself to turn the water off.

He stands staring at his dim reflection in the mirror, watching the pain slide over his face. She'd slipped through his fingers just like that. A light snuffed out, a gorgeous light shuttered before he'd even seen a glimpse of it. When the light turns on, Bradley turns drunkenly. The person he sees has him reeling.

"W-wasp!" Bradley's heart is beating in double-time again. "Y-you! Y-you're dead!"

"No, Roo!" Her voice is soft, gentle as she walks into his arms. "I'm here, my darling."

She feels so real in his arms, his bug. His heart.

"I'm here, Roo. I'm real." Her heart beats beneath his fingers, strong and steady. The powerful beat grounds him with each resonating thud.

"B-but. But I felt you die in my arms." Her arms are like a vice around his frame as he sobs into the soft cloth wrapped around her.

Her fingers are gentle in his hair. "I didn't die, Roo. You saved me, baby. I'm safe because of you." He can't believe it, not even as he slides his hands under her shirt to feel the heat of her skin.

"Do you remember, baby?" Her voice is coaxing, so sweet, so soft as he buries his face into her skin. "You saved me. Search and Rescue got to us in time."

That's when Bradley remembers. He remembers search and rescue pulling his Wasp, his darling bug from his arms and carrying her away. He remembers the long hours in the hospital, her blood caked on his hands, under his nails. He remembers refusing to leave the waiting room to get cleaned up, remembers refusing briefings, refusing everything until the doctors told him she'd be okay.

He remembers seeing her small and pale form laid out on the hospital bed, chest rising and falling shallowly as she slept.

It had been late, past visiting hours, but he had special permission. Wasp was immobile in front of him, like she had been for the past three weeks. Her small hand is limp and cool in Bradley's own and he scratches a gentle kiss onto the back before moving back to the book in his hand.

It's one Phoenix had found, propped on her bedside table, a bookmark trapped between two of the pages and a light sheen of dust on the cover. She'd brought it to the hospital along with the soft cardigan Bradley covers his bug's bare shoulders with when the nurses change out her hospital gown. That's the one part of Wasp's hospital stay Bradley doesn't stick around for. It doesn't feel right, drinking in the sight of her bare skin when she can't give him permission to.

He's realized as he reads this book out loud that he wants his bug's reactions in real-time for each happening. It's a Bridgerton novel, chick-lit, one hundred percent, but he's a little obsessed too. If only because he can imagine the smiles and giggles, the laughs and groans, all of the reactions pouring out of Wasp's mouth as the characters do their thing.

He hasn't been sleeping well, his mind churning in overtime, analyzing and over-analyzing every incident leading to Wasp's accident. If he'd been watching out for her like Hangman had asked, would their places have changed? He would've liked that, honestly. At least then she'd be safe, surrounded by Hangman, Bob, Phoenix and the rest of the squadron. At times it feels like she has everything to lose while he has nothing. Nothing except her, and he might have already lost her.

The doctor's can't say when she'll wake up, citing catastrophic blood loss as the cause. It's true. Bug had lost so much blood sitting there in that abandoned cottage in his arms. Bradley put so much pressure on the wound, praying the force would stall the bleeding. Wasp's femoral artery had nearly been severed, and Bradley's sure he wouldn't have recovered from that loss, the loss of her, not anytime soon.

He's startled out of his reverie by the blaring of the hospital equipment surrounding her. He looks up, trying to see what it is and makes direct eye contact with the most beautiful bright eyes he's ever seen.

"Bug? Can you hear me?" There are tears running down Bradley's cheeks as he whispers the words. By the time he gets his throat to work, to say the words louder, she's looking at him like she doesn't recognise who he is. That blank look somehow hurts more than anything else he's experienced. It's good that Wasp's safe. It's good that she's healing. So why does it hurt so bad? Why does it hurt so much that she doesn't remember him?

Before he can force his relief-weakened limbs to cooperate and stagger to the bedside, her doctors are already swarmed around her. Their voices are a quiet roar as they test every bit of her functions. Bradley's knees lock in a concerted effort to keep him up as he hears her voice, hoarse and rough, for the first time since the mission.

"I'm feeling alright Doctor." Her voice sends relief through him. "I know who I am. I know I got shot down."

"Do you remember anything else?" The doctor's noting things down furiously from her chart.

"I- I might? But it's so foggy, Doctor. All I remember is pain, and someone keeping me safe, begging me to not give in." Her voice chokes on a half-sob as she lifts one trembling hand to point right at him. "I-I think that's him."

The doctor turns to face Bradley with an eyebrow quirked. He stands up sending the chair clattering back with his movements.

"Yes, doctor. That was me." The doctor barely glances over before continuing with his examination. But at the same time, nobody moves to get him out of the room. At least, that is, until Wasp's settled into her hospital bed and the room is clear.

" 'lo, Rooster." Her voice, saying his name, has him staggering to her bedside. "How are you?"

"Forget me, bug. How are you?" Bradley can't hide the tremor in his voice as he slumps heavily into the chair at the bedside.

"So that wasn't a dream?" Her voice is soft as she takes Bradley's hand in hers.

"What wasn't a dream, bug?" Bradley's voice is even quieter as he takes in the sensations of the small warm hand tracing abstract patterns over his own.

"You. This." Wasp takes in a shuddering breath. Her hands shake as she traces her fingers down Bradley's cheek, the one with the scar. "I dreamt that you kissed me. Kissed me like I asked you to. Why did you do that?"

"Because you deserve to be loved, bug. And I - I had to do it." Under her inquiring gaze, Bradley swallows once, drily before finding the words. "I wanted to show you what you deserved."

“Do you remember, Roo?” Bug’s voice is what drags him out of the memory. “I asked you why you kissed me like you loved me.”

Bradley can’t resist reeling her into a hug, breathing in the faint fresh scent of her shampoo as she melts into his arms.

“Yeah, baby doll. And I told you it was what you deserved. I was right, too, y’know?” He presses a soft kiss to the crown of her head.

“You haven’t let me forget it, Roo. Not ever. I love you. I married you for a reason, didn’t I, Lieutenant Bradshaw?”

Having the love of his life in his arms, Bradley finally breathes. “Yes, yes, you did, Mrs. Bradshaw. I love you.”

Suddenly, the nightmares, PTSD, all of the pain and stress, they don’t seem so bad. Not when his north star is right there, leading him straight on ‘til morning.

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ARM-WRESTLER

Chapter Four

A Shot in the Arm

Master Post

The morning came with Rosé looking hard at the orcish outfit she had been lent. “...Would it be rude to wear with some of my spares...” She looked over at the extra set she’d taken from her pockets.

“Mmm, g’morning.” Grandma plodded sleepily back from the anachronistic bathroom in the hall. “Whatcha thinking about?”

“I wanted to go check out the DMV Trans or whatever.” Rosé said.

“KMB, like Kimberly.” Grandma offered.

“I don’t know if it would, you know, get me more or less information to dress like I came out of a time machine.” Grandma nodded and sat next to her.

“If it helps, I think Granny Skully mostly wanted York to wear the stuff.” She said. Rosé hummed again.

“It’s cute and I want to wear it,” Rosé said.

“Oh totally, I’m gonna. Personally.” Rosé nodded. “But no pressure!” She nodded again.

There was a knock at the door. “Heyyyy,” Hinpirdul called from outside. “Y’all want a bite?”

The two detectives sat at the second, private, dining table with Leon’s youngest, waiting for York to finish his morning routine.

“I heard chatting, and food isn’t til 8 so. I dunno, I thought you would want something.” She shrugged.

“Thank you!” Grandma said.

“You up this early often?” Rosé asked with a disarming smile. Hinpirdul nodded.

“It’s wretched. I’d way rather sleep in.” She said. “So, you gonna find the guy that attacked my Narri today?”

“We’re hoping.” Grandma said. “Did you think of something, Hinpirdul?” She shrugged.

“Honestly it’s hard to imagine someone doesn’t like them. You should see my teachers. It’s gross.” She scooped up another large bite of modern cereal. “You can call me Piri, by the way. Except at work. Full names at work.”

“Sure thing, Piri.” Rosé said. “Can we ask you some other stuff?” She nodded, mouth full. “Is there anyone else that comes around the house a lot, that we didn’t see last night?”

Piri shook her head. “Even Uncle Ardsley isn’t here all the time. He has work.”

“Does he work with your Narri?”

“Nah. I mean. I don’t think so?” Piri shrugged. “Oh, no one else, though. I go to my friends’ places, not come here. Cause it’s boring here.” She thought for a minute. “Jyuri’s the same. Ummm. What else...”

“Is your Narri a single parent?” Rosé asked as carefully as she could. Piri paused. She put the spoon down.

“Yeah. Momma died. A long time ago.” Rosé and Grandma both put hands on hers, and she laughed a little at them. “I don’t actually even remember her so it doesn’t bother me. Jyuri does. And obviously Narri and Granny do.”

“We’ll ask your Narri about it more, then.” Grandma said gently. Piri shrugged.

“I don’t think it has to do with Narri’s arm. It was a long time ago.” Still, regardless of what she said, Piri seemed deflated from the conversion.

“So, I noticed you like disappearing tricks.” Grandma asked.

Piri’s head swung to Grandma immediately. “Do you know any!” she asked. Grandma laughed nervously. “You look just like a real street performer.”

“Nope! Uh, I do?” Piri nodded enthusiastically. She gestured to all of them.

“I know some,” Rosé offered. With a flick of her fingers, she copied the coin trick Leon had pulled the night before. Piri looked shocked, then her eyes narrowed.

“Sus.” she said.

“What?” Rosé said, “Why?” Piri just hummed discontentedly.

“Hey, you lot.” Leon slipped through the door and yawned. “You’re up early. I appreciate the dedication.”

They pulled some breakfast things out of the pantry. It was discordant to see the colorful cereal boxes and familiar brands in the old world orcish pantry. “I’m out of the house for most of today, by the way.” They said. “If you need to ask me anything, now’s a good time.”

“Rosé knows magic.” Piri said immediately.

“Oh?” Leon said. Their hair was mussed and sleep clung to them. “Is this good or bad?” Piri only hummed. Rosé was baffled.

Leon laughed. “Piri’s just obsessed with street performers lately? It’s cute.” They shook their head and gave her hair a tussle. “No idea what’s gotten in to her. I’m teaching her some magic tricks.”

“We saw at dinner last night,” Grandma said. “You’re really good!”

Leon sat and poured themself some cereal. “Thanks, I try. Mm, actually,” They looked at Piri. “We’re going to meet that fortune teller this evening, aren’t we, Piri?” She looked pleased and just a little devious.

Leon puttered around the kitchenette and poured themself some cereal. “Thanks, I try. Mm, actually,” They looked at Piri. “We’re going to meet that fortune teller this evening, aren’t we, Piri?” She looked pleased and just a little devious.

Leon looked at them. “If you’re interested in that stuff too, feel free to come with.” They offered ceramic mugs. “Coffee? I’m more of a night owl, so I’m making a full pot.”

York declined the mug and searched the shelves for a bucket. Rosé took one and looked at the cartoon vampenguin on the side. Leon put a finger to their lips and winked.

“We get to have little things like that in the private rooms.” They said. “So, what’s your plan? I’m curious, I’ve never seen detectives work.”

“You can follow us around,” Grenda said. “We could see if anyone has a weird reaction to you.” Leon shook their head.

“Not today, I have a previous engagement to attend, then Piri’s thing. Perhaps later, if you haven’t solved it.”

York stretched and grunted happily. The back yard of the old house was a nostalgic treasure trove. Traditional, even old-fashioned, orcish workout equipment sat around the edges of the yard. A large inset pit for good old argument-settling took up most of the space.

“This place ain’t bad.” York said to himself and pointedly not Granny.

He’d gotten a sizable workout in when Rosé and Grandma found him. He grinned at them. “Look at this place! I shoulda taken Granny up on the wrestle.” He said. “Too late for that, well, we got business to attend to.”

Rosé smiled. “I found the local address for that logistics place. We can catch the subway and get off pretty close to it.”

“I like the outfit Granny gave you by the way.” Grandma said. He posed, pleased. “What do you think of mine?”

York nodded. “I like it.” He looked around. “Don’t look complete though.” He picked a small dandelion and held it out. “There.”

Grandma beamed and tucked it carefully behind one ear.

They made their way to the KMB Trans building by noon. It was a tall building for the area, and had the KMB logo plastered on the side of it. There was even a reception inside.

“What do we do now?“ York hissed to Rosé. She took a breath.

“No idea.” She walked up to the receptionist. “Good morning~ We’re here to ask about one of your employees, Mx. Pelles?” The receptionist looked curious. Her name card read “Sarah B. Ross”.

“Mx. Pelles? This doesn’t sound like an appointment...?” she said. Grandma peeking over the counter.

“We’re detectives, investigating a case of assault and theft committed against Mx. Pelles.” Sarah the receptionist looked surprised.

“What? They looked fine this morning?” The three detectives glanced at each other.

“They already came in today? You guys are dedicated to set up shop over the weekend.” Grandma said. Sarah smiled.

“I’m part of the weekend crew. Mx. Pelles honestly doesn’t come in much on my shift.”

“So familiar with each other, too!” Rosé smiled. “What a tight knit company, Ms. Ross.” The receptionist nodded.

“It’s nice here. Helps that it’s small. So, why would you come here about an- an assault on Mx. Pelles?”

“We ain’t sure who did the deed.” York said. “We’re looking into whoever might have a grudge.” He leaned in. “You got a grudge?” Sarah leaned back.

“N-no!”

“Mmm, you don’t sound too sure about that.”

“Maybe a liiiittle grudge?” Rosé suggested, holding up her thumb and forefinger.

“How! Mx. Pelles is great! They’re so nice and fun and sweet - uh.” She coughed. “I assure you my relationship with Mx. Pelles is purely professional.” She looked away. “Unfortunately.“

Rosé waggled her eyebrows. Grandma crossed her name off in his notebook. “Right, of course,” he said. “I have heard that popular enbies sometimes have jealous enemies, though.”

“Yeah.” Said York. “They got anyone who thinks they get too much attention?” He leaned on the counter and Sarah leaned away again.

“N-no! I don’t think so! Everyone likes Mx. Pelles and Mx. Pelles likes everyone!” She sat up straight. “I hope that answered your questions! Uh, if you don’t have an appointment then I’m afraid there won’t be anyone here waiting for you. Being a weekend and all.”

“Course,” York said and leaned back.

“Thanks for answering our questions!” Grandma said. The three of them headed back out and Sarah sagged in her seat. She waited cautiously a moment, then jogged quickly to the bathroom.

Rosé peeked back inside. “I knew it - York scared her shitless.” York peeked in above her and nodded satisfied.

“So, Leon came here today?” Grandma said. The three of them walked quickly through the door next to the desk before the receptionist came back. “They didn’t offer to bring us.”

“I don’t think we mentioned we wanted to check here today.” Rosé said. “But even still...”

They listened at the solid doors down the hall but the floor was empty.

“Where do you think they would go?” York said. “I don’t want ta check every door on every floor. Let’s do this smart.”

There was a thunk above them. York nodded. “Good talk everyone. Let’s check there first.”

One floor up, they pressed their ears against the doors until they heard muffled raised voices. The detectives looks at each other, curious.

The door was heavy and wood. While they could tell there were voices, it was difficult to make them out. Still, the tone wasn’t friendly.

“...I think they said quit...” Grandma whispered. “I think it was Leon...?”

York frowned. He couldn’t hear them at all. He stood up and opened the door. “Hey.” He said. “What are you talking about.”

Leon turned, shocked, to look at them. A human man stood, hands flat against a desk between the two. He stood and straightened his clothes out. Leon coughed and forced themself to relax.

“Who on earth are you?” The man asked. He was dressed formally, dark suit, dark tie, and a dark cloak pinned to one shoulder.

“Ah, uh.” Leon said, turning to the man. They smiled. “Let me introduce you. This is York, Rosé, and Grenda. They’re detectives from an agency called Drawtectives.” Leon turned to them, gesturing to the man. “This is Mr. Brian Kross, my employer.”

He bowed to them. Both stood comfortable, as though there were never any tension. “Nice to meet you. Have you hired detectives, Leon?”

“Yes, indeed!” Leon said with a smile. “I was telling you someone robbed me, wasn’t I?”

“To hire private detectives over a robbery seems a bit much.” Mr. Kross said. “Didn’t I offer you additional compensation to cover the cost?”

“You see, it’s important to me to find out who did it.” Leon said.

“Of course, of course.” Mr. Kross said. “But why are they here?”

“Uh,” Leon looked at them.

“We’re investigatin’ possible grudges.” York said. “You got a grudge, Mr. Kross?” Kross laughed.

“Dear me, no. I rather like Leon.” Leon smiled, a little stiffly.

“Even though they’re quitting?” Grandma asked. Kross’s lip twitched.

“Eavesdropping on the job? Or did you mention it, Leon?”

“I mentioned it.” Leon said, looking out the window. “I did also say I hadn’t talked to you about it yet, so I didn’t think you would be a suspect.”

Grandma nodded. “Of course, yes, yup. But also maybe Mr. Kross sensed it.”

“Sensed it?” Kross said. Grandma shrugged.

“Do you own the company, Mr. Kross?” Grandma continued. He nodded.

“I’m happy to say I do.”

“Your name isn’t who came up as CEO when I boogled KMB.” Rosé said, looking thoughtful.

“The CEO is, of course, an employee of mine. Like Mx. Pelles, here.” Kross smiled. York held a finger up.

He pulled Rosé and Grandma into a brief huddle. “This guy’s a business man again.” He whispered. “Don't smell right to me.” Grandma nodded.

“It’s suspicious on the face of it! Plus Leon’s quitting!”

“Let’s play some hardball...” Rosé said. They stood back up. Leon and Kross both watched them with bemusement.

“Mr. Kross, can we ask you a few questions?”

“...Of course, I’m happy to help Leon out.” He sat down behind the desk and perched his head delicately on laced fingers.

“What do you think of untapped resources?” York asked. Mr. Kross tilted his head.

“Why is it untapped?”

“What about debts, are you responsible for your debts?” Rosé said immediately. Grandma scribbled.

“Heh heh heh.... Everyone is responsible for their own debts, wouldn’t you say?” Kross grinned and looked at Leon, who raised an eyebrow back.

“You like gamblin’?” York said.

“A touch, of the investment flavor.”

“Would ya arm wrestle?” He leaned in.

“Well, I can’t say it's come up, -”

“Do you know hypnosis?” Grandma said.

“What is going on here, Leon?”

Leon laughed. “I have no idea. They’re just trying to find who stole my arm.” They glanced at Kross again. “Perhaps a clue indicated a gambling hypnotic businessman?”

Kross quirked an eyebrow. He glanced at York. “Arm wrestling?”

“He’s a strapping young orc.” Leon insisted. York nodded.

“If ya wrestle, prove it.” Rosé watched through her lashes as Kross glanced again at Leon, almost imperceptibly. Leon gave the shallowest nod in response.

Kross straightened up and sighed. “Young man, have you seen these arms?” He held one up. “If it helps to establish my innocence to you in this matter, I will, but you certainly won’t get any sport out of it.”

York chewed his lip thoughtfully. It was acceptable. “You pass. For now.” He said. Kross smiled crookedly.

“I’m glad to hear. Now, is there anything else I can help you with? I really must get back to discussing Leon’s recompense with them. Privately.”

Grandma looked down at his notebook. “Let’s see... Do you know anyone who might be harboring a grudge against Leon?”

“The very idea of it is farcical.” Kross said.

Leon walked them to the front of the building. “...If you had let me know you wanted to come here, I would have brought you.” They said, after a while. “Still, it was funny to see Kross like that. He doesn’t break expression much.”

“Why did you say we’d talked about you quitting?” Rosé asked.

“To be frank, to mess with him.” Leon shrugged. “I was a bit irritated. Well, I’ll talk to you later about it, if you want. I have to leave you here, for now. Get home safely.”

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