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malfoysstilinski · 3 years

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Maybe some Draco x reader x pansy smut 👀 but please no mommy or daddy kinks (just not my thing)

good girl | draco malfoy x reader x pansy parkinson (smut)

pairing: draco malfoy x reader x pansy parkinson (threesome/poly)

warnings/content: smut (18+), threesome (ffm), reader-centric, dom/sub themes, dom!draco, dom!pansy, sub!reader, unprotected sex, degradation, praise kink, cockwarming, creampie.

"Bunny looks so pretty like this," Pansy whispered, her green eyes burning into yours as you whimpered, trying to keep them open just how she asked, no demanded, you to. "So pretty falling apart on your cock, Draco."

You could feel Draco smirk from where his cheek was against your neck, his body behind you as he held you on his lap. You felt like you had been cockwarming him for ages now, your arousal dripping down your thighs and onto him, but he didn't care or give in - his cock merely twitching inside you if you clenched around him, followed by a smack to the thigh and a threat not to cum later.

"Please, Pansy..." You reached out to her, and Pansy grabbed your hands to stabilise you. "Please, please, please..."

Draco chuckled darkly, the sound in his chest vibrating against your back in a way that had your eyes momentarily closing - until Pansy pinched you to open them once more. The pain made you gasp, your cunt squeezing Draco's cock for a moment and making him hiss a curse word or two beneath his breath.

Pansy looked smug at both of your reactions, biting down on her full bottom lip to watch where you and Draco were connected. Where his cock was inside your cunt, being squeezed desperately by your walls. She knew how badly the both of you wanted to move, and Draco was stronger than you.

"What are you asking Pansy for, bunny?" Draco asked, stroking your arm, his breath heavy on your skin and causing goosebumps to arise.

"Tell me what you want," Pansy demanded in agreement. "Enough with the stupid blubbering. Are you dumb? Confused?"

When your mouth opened and nothing came out, Draco laughed a little louder.

"I think she's just a slut, Pansy," Draco replied, "A dumb... desperate slut. Needy for her orgasm."

Pansy feigned a pout. "That's what you want, bunny?" One of her perfectly manicured fingers reached to curl beneath your chin, rising your face so you could see the way she was mocking you. "You wanna cum?"

You nodded quickly. "Pretty please, Pansy."

Draco's hand smacked your clit and you screamed a little, eyes clenching shut at the sudden stimulation against your throbbing bundle of nerves. Your hands grabbed the arm Draco had wrapped around you that was keeping your guarded on his lap, your nails digging slightly into his pale flesh.

"You still sound so stupid, bunny!" Draco scolded, "Begging and begging, but not telling us what you want! We need to hear you say the words. Need to hear those words come from your pretty little lips."

Tears of frustration began to pool in your eyes, only making the two Slytherins who held your pleasure in their hands smirk harder. They loved to see you get so frustrated like this, and truthfully you didn't mind in the end, because it made the high you received so much more intense.

"I want Draco to fuck me with his cock," you finally cried, "I need it so bad."

"That's better. And Pansy?" Draco stroked her arm. "What do you need Pansy to do, bunny?"

You whimpered, eyes flickering back into Pansy's green ones. She raised an eyebrow, daring you to reply.

"I - I need Pansy to play with my clit. Please," you pleaded breathlessly.

Pansy grinned wider, pearly teeth on display. "Good girl. See? Wasn't so hard, was it?"

Draco hummed against you, his hand smoothing up your arms before you felt him slowly start to thrust his cock out of you a bit. You moaned at the feeling of him moving, clenching around him and praying that he'd thrust back in even harder.

"Good girls get what they ask for," Draco agreed quietly. "And what are you, bunny?"

You moaned even louder when Pansy kneeled to play with your clit whilst Draco slowly moved in and out of you, the sensation momentarily making your brain go tingly and your mind numb.

"I'm a good girl."

"Yes, you are," Pansy cooed, "Our good girl."

You whimpered at her words, grinding down against Draco's lap in hopes of gaining more friction. Draco sensed what you needed, his large palms grabbing your waist before drifting down to your hips. They squeezed your flesh as he lifted you up and down on him a bit so that he had more room to thrust in and out of you a bit harder.

Pansy moaned from where her face was close with where you and Draco met, watching as your arousal coated his cock driving in and out of you. She rubbed her fingers harder against your clit, just how you liked, gathering your slick and coating you with it.

"You looked pretty sat on his cock, bunny, but you look even better being used by it," Pansy told you.

"Feels even better too," you admitted with a soft whine.

Draco groaned at your words, his mouth biting against the nape of your neck. He'd been inside you for so long that you knew he would cum soon, and Pansy's perfect movements against your bundle of nerves had the coil in your stomach tightening and tightening, sending you closer and closer to your inevitable orgasm.

"C -Can I cum?" You asked nobody in particular, eyes clenching shut.

One of Draco's hands moved around to hold your neck, though he didn't squeeze.

"Go on, bunny, cum for me. Cum on my cock," Draco hissed, "Cum all over Pansy's fingers - make a big mess for us."

His words had you tumbling over the edge and you clenched around him even tighter, the coil in your stomach snapping. You screamed, your head lolling back into Draco's chest as they both continued their movements on you. Your orgasm felt like it went on for ages, or maybe it was extended by the way Draco came right after you, filling you up with his seed.

You whimpered at the feeling, especially as Pansy withdrew her fingers from your clit before stuffing them into your mouth. She wished she could have taken a picture of you - looking so perfect with your hair a mess, your mascara down your cheeks and your lips swollen, all whilst being full of Draco's cock and cum, and Pansy's fingers.

She removed them once you had licked them clean and then Draco gently pulled you off of his cock, groaning as he watched his cum dribble out of you and down your legs as you slumped forwards into Pansy's arms instead. Pansy held you, cooing gently as she ran her fingers down your bare back, the tickling of her nails nearly making you shudder.

"It's your turn, Pans," you whispered to her, making her green eyes darken in delight. "Wanna make you feel good now."

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soulwillower · 3 years

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semi-charming • bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

requested: Do you have any bill denbrough x reader’s that you have finished that can be posted? I really love your work I re read it like everyday lol :) + AKANSHAKAKMA U SHOULD POST THE BILL DENBROUGH HATE SMUT AHHHH + don’t be shy post the b.d hate smut 😀🔫🥰🌝

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warnings: drinking, mentions of weed, dorm living, almost-strangers hooking up, smut, choking (light), light spitting, a tiny bit of dirty talk, switch!bill, its kinda fluffy smut tbh, enemies-to-lovers but its so lowkey, kinda cute guys, neighbor-ish au,

(losers + reader are 19+.)

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the first time it happened, you wrote it off as unintentional.

it's happened to everyone: you're joking around with your roommate, or reaching over to grab your laptop, and you fall off your bed to the floor. you knock over your lamp or someone knocks over the handle that was sitting half-empty on the mini-fridge. the tile on the ground of the dorm rooms are hard and cold and don't do much to quiet the noise of anything, so you get that.

but whatever the hell was going on in the room above you was not that. it was three in the morning, and your head was spinning in that sickening way that only happens when you take too many drinks in a short time and find your way to bed for a few hours before being startled awake.

a loud thump made you jump in your bed, heart racing as you woke in surprise.

it was around twenty more loud thuds from your ceiling (in a span of barely two minutes) that you gathered the energy to slide out of your bed, sliding on your dorm slides and throwing on a shirt to cover your near naked body before storming into the hallway to climb the most challenging single story of stairs in your life, right to your upstairs neighbors' door.

your hand was banging on the door for a mere five seconds before the door swung open and a terribly confusing sight fell onto your eyes.

three boys who you've only ever seen in passing before in your dorm, all shirtless and heaving breaths. the one who answered the door, possibly bill or mike (judging by the stupid name tags on their door), has bright eyes and dark auburn hair that reflects in the dim light of the hall, backlit by the neon purple from inside the room. his sweaty bare abdomen made your eyes twitch as you glared at him, suddenly more irritated because he's kind of really hot and stupid and annoying, and you needed to sleep.

"hi.” he said casually, and you could tell he wasn’t entirely sober, either.

“so what is your fucking problem?" you said in lieu of a greeting, half-asleep and pissed beyond belief (also still drunk). the boy who answered the door raised his brows, head turning with a brow raised, as if to ask his buddies 'are they for real?' before turning back with a large, cocky smile, "pardon you? we already turned down the music."

you blinked, knowing you must have seemed so rude and looked insane but it was a weeknight and you had class in the morning, "wh- what, no- i'm not here about music. it's like three, you're slamming on the floor and i can hear it like i'm in a fucking tornado in my room below you so you need to knock it off."

then the other boy, further back with foggy glasses, started laughing. the other one laughed too, rubbing his neck sheepishly, still breathing heavy. "what the hell are you guys even doing in there?" you added, running a hand through your hair in exasperation.

"they were trying to bench press me. but then bill decided to start doing squat jumps onto his bed." the boy with glasses explained as he rubbed his chest, still concealed by the darkness of the room, illuminated only by the stupid LED neon lights that every single person in the dorms had lining their rooms. that explained the thudding.

"why." you'd deadpanned. you were too tired for this, but you'd wanted them to understand that it was keeping people up. "richie got us kicked out of Pike for stealing their doorknobs and pledge class photos." the third boy says, elbowing the boy, richie. "we felt like working out, but then richie said we couldnt press him, so..." he trails off at the look you give.

"you want my workout routine or something?" richie asks you. you sharply inhale and bill smiles, "well, if that's all, we'll be going. i've got one more rep to get in."

your eyes widened, jaw dropping at his words. he'd laughed, then, and your eyes couldn't stop as you stared at his sculpted abs flex in the light. god damn it.

"chill out, neighbor. sorry to wake you from your beauty sleep." he said as he noticed your look, and you wanted to fucking hit him.

you rolled your eyes, picking up on his facetious tone. "whatever. just knock it off. thanks," you'd griped, sarcastically smiling at them before trudging away towards the stairwell. and you'd caught it when bill muttered, "is now a bad time to assemble my ikea desk with my drill?"

you'd run into bill once again a few days after when you'd gone to use the bathroom on the floor above you where your friend lived, washing out the bowl you'd used for lunch. a 'shh!' had made your brows furrow as you'd walked in, not paying attention as you'd heard a shower stop and a girl laugh from the other side of the bathrooms.

but a deep voice grunting 'ow, fuck' made you freeze and then feel hot, wondering what kind of luck you have to be in the bathroom when some people were hooking up in the shower. but you're reminded that you had the worst luck when you go to leave the bathroom and two figures round the corner, hair soaking wet and hoods pulled over their heads. making eye contact with him, he must've seen how flustered and irritated you were, because he cracked a grin, "good to see you again, neighbor. you sleeping well these days?"

that was only a few days ago. you'd seen him in passing at a party at one of the frats, but had avoided any interaction with him after you saw him and his friend with the glasses snickering to themselves after sneaking looks to you. god, you didn't want to face them again - they were so mocking, so cocky.... so rude, and they made you feel like you were being insane just for wanting to have peaceful sleep. bill was not your favorite person.

but as bad as the first two experiences were, the third time you had the misfortune of interacting with bill, it was the worst.

your roommate was out for the weekend, and you'd found yourself stuck with your leg and ankle pinned between your heavy file cabinet under your bed and your bedframe, unable to scoot it over on your own to free your leg.

you were planning on relaxing tonight, after being stood up from a booty call hook up. you’re mad, frustrated, horny, and close to tears now that you’ve gotten yourself stuck pinned to your bed.

it’s nearly one in the morning, and nobody’s in the hall.

but then, bill walked past your open door as you struggled, and desperately you called, "hey!"

his double-take into your room, his head poking in, would have been charming if the face was anybody but him.

"what?" he asks, suddenly noticing it’s you. his voice is not charming and calm as you've seen him be with other peers, but in your stubborn mind, you convince yourself it’s fine; you don’t like him, either.

"i'm stuck, can you help?" you say despite your thoughts.

he sighs, dropping his backpack next to your bed and then tugging to try and move the cabinet.

"how did you do this?" he mutters as he pulls as hard as he can to pull it, but your shoe is too wedged diagonally against the floor, cabinet and frame. you sigh, "thought i could nudge it to the side with my toes, i dropped my dab through the crack."

he chuckles, trying to instead shove it backwards instead; to no avail. "smart girl." he says sarcastically, and you roll your eyes, trying to help him shove it. "what was the point of you keeping me up all fucking night if you aren't strong enough to move this shit?" you say, exasperated because it's starting to dig into your calf.

he stops, rolling his eyes at you. "has anyone ever told you that you can be a bit rude?" he asks, moving closer to you to try and push it away. you look down at him from where you stand, elbows on your mattress. "no. you're just a dick. fight fire with fire, or whatever." you mutter, face feeling hot.

you can't stop staring at his shoulders, his arms - they're so hot, the veins popping out of his hands and forearms, the smell of his aftershave wafting into your nose from where he kneels next to you.

he just hums. "i'm going to try to push your leg forward and then push the cabinet away." he states, and you nod, just wanted this nightmare to be over. you're still terribly embarrassed and the proximity to such a hot and confusingly irritating boy is making you lose your grip.

it takes a lot in you to not jolt when his warm hand wraps around your bare leg and starts to pull you, his strong hold on you making you tingle. "what's your name?" he asks, and you almost laugh as his grip on your thigh tightens, the feeling of his fingers wrapped around your skin making you hot. this is insane. "y/n." you struggle out, throat feeling dry - there's no reason his hand needs to be so high up on your leg, but some part of you really wants it. "it says that on my door." you say breathlessly.

whatever he was going to reply with is cut off as he tries to readjust his grip on you and the cabinet, but his hand slides up and grazes the skin near the apex of your thigh, coaxing a sharp gasp to fall from your mouth.

he turns red, looking up at you, "god, sorry." he mutters, and you bite your lip, unable to look away.

you kind of forget to say anything, stuck staring at him, heart thumping as wetness pools between your legs just from this boy's touch. god, you've got to get laid.

his arm is wrapped around the onside of your leg, thumb reaching higher on your thigh than his other fingers, and for a moment you hesitate before deciding to go for it: you drop your hand hand to his hair, pulling lightly as you 'steady yourself,' smirking as you feel his shaky breath against your thigh.

you don't even care about getting unstuck now, all you can think about is being fucked into the mattress by this asshole boy from the fourth floor. you’re not sure where this feeling came from.

when he finally pushes the cabinet away, causing you to stumble to catch your ground. he helps you get the cart and then push the cabinet back, awkward small talk making you want to die. "why were you down here anyways?" you ask, rubbing your leg. "mike kicked me out to be with a girl and all my friends are out for tonight." he sighs, rubbing his neck. "i have to do homework tonight, just going to find somewhere quiet to get it done."

"that's surprisingly responsible." you say, looking at him wearily. he gives you an annoyed look, "what's that supposed to mean?" you roll your eyes, "you don't seem particularly academically motivated." you state, unsure if you're coming across as flirtatious or just a dick. he gives you a look as he moves to grab his things from next to your bed. "you seem more pleasure motivated."

you catch your mistake immediately - and he does, too, smirking. you stutter to fix it, "don't be gross." you defend weakly.

he's biting his lip and something rumbles in your chest, flames in your abdomen. it's hard to gauge if you don't like him or if you do. maybe you're just horny.

"i thought you were cute, you know, until you showed up at three in the morning to chew me out." he mutters, eyebrows raised, "i get that that was annoying, but it was a saturday. everyone was drunk, i don't get why you are still being a bitch." his face drops when he says that, as if he didn't mean to say it at all, but he doesn't take it back. you shrug, not too offended. he kind of has a point, "i don't get why you have to make everything so much harder than it has to be. doesn't matter how hot you are, i don't have to like you, you know." you say, crossing your arms with a smirk.

"believe me, i'd rather you not like me." he says, smile on his face troubling. you look at him, trying to gauge why you're feeling so flustered, why you want to jump his bones right now no matter how annoying he is. "then why haven't you left yet?" you challenge. you figure if you're reading his actions wrong, this gives him an out.

"because i kind of want to fuck you now." he says boldly. you just smirk, walking towards where he sits on your desk chair, lowering yourself to straddle him. he looks up at you, eyes large and mischievous as he pulls you down on him all the way, your hips grinding lightly. "i think you want to fuck me always." you whisper, lips hovering above his, teasing. you're eating up all his attention, soaking it up and savoring the way he watches you.

you boldly snake your hand down between the two of you, lips still refusing to touch his, your hand starting to tease his clothed cock as it hardens under your palm. you stroke him as you lean, almost kissing him before pulling away. he glares at you.

then you move your hips, the tension in your room killing you. he lets out a half-moan, causing you to buck your hips again, relishing in the pleasure it gives you. he leans forward, trying to catch your lips, but your hand catches his chest, your lips just centimeters from his own. "fuck you, y/n." he says, fed up with your teasing as his hands squeeze your ass, moving to the bottom of your thighs and then rising with surprising ease, holding you against him and making your heart thump in shock. he takes four long strides towards your bed, tossing you on it. you grin, expecting for him to climb onto you, but instead he's walking towards your door, making your heart quicken. is he leaving?

he slams your door shut, though, and it makes you smirk as he clicks the lock. you're on your back, the sight of him upside down making you bite your lip, eyes nearly even with the bulge in his sweatpants.

he walks up to you, and you eye him as he bends forward, hand catching your chin, holding your head forward with a strength you didn't expect. "look at me." he says suddenly. you blink, feeling hot as you stare into his eyes.

"don't tease me." he says, and you swallow, heart racing in excitement. "okay." you croak, and it seems to satisfy him because he tilts your neck from here he holds your neck and chin, kissing you soundly on your lips. you feel on fire at his touch, squirming as you slip your hands into his hair - it's making you so needy that he's holding you, almost trapped on the mattress, kissing him upside down.

he pulls away and you flip around, allowing for him to climb onto the bed, barely enough time before you pull him in for another kiss, this one heated and desperate.

he bites marks on your neck as your hands palm him, pushing your own thighs together in need. slowly, you push him down against your mattress and sling a leg over his hip, moving to straddle him. his hands find your hips easily, looking at you like you're the only thing ever worth looking at; your breath leaves your lungs and you steady yourself, the reality of how fucking beautiful bill is hitting you at once.

you pull his shirt off, yours coming off, leaving you in just your shorts and underwear. he palms your tits, pinching your nipple as you grind down against his cock, whimpering at the feeling of his pants against your clothed clit. "if only you'd come up to my room like this." he says, and you snap your eyes to his, seeing the teasing grin but glaring at him. "maybe you would've been nicer to me if you knew how good i'd make you feel." he whispers as you resume your hip's movement, "shut up, bill." you hiss. he laughs, his thumb making contact with your clit takes you by surprise and you jump a bit, moaning quietly as your eyes close in pleasure.

"take these off." he mutters into your mouth as you bite his bottom lip. you take off your shorts, quickly resuming your spot straddling him, his lips trailing from your breasts to your throat and then your mouth again, grinding against him in need. he toys with your slit over your panties before he pulls them slowly to the side, spreading your juices on his long fingers, humming as he brings his fingers to his lips, watching you as he licks his fingers. you nearly moan, impatient enough that you kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips faintly; "do you want me?" you whisper against his lips.

"i wish i didn't," he says, "but yes. do you want to do this?"

you're breathless, beside yourself with need, "yes." you say quickly, tugging his sweats off and tossing them to the floor. "fuck you, by the way." you spit, flipping him off. he grins and it's fucking beautiful, his smirk, his red cheeks, heaving chest. budding hickeys bloom over his neck and chest as he catches your hand, tugging you forward over him, whispering, "you're about to."

you roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies in your chest, hand falling over his as he pumps himself. your thumb swipes over his tip, spreading his precum before opening the condom he'd pulled out of his pocket (you don't even want to know why he brought one with him to study) and roll it onto his cock.

and then you’re pushing aside your panties and stabilizing yourself on bill’s chest. you line yourself up on him and look to him for one last confirmation. he nods, “quick fucking around, babe.” he says, but his voice sounds desperate and his cheeks are flushed and you let out a strangled moan as you sink onto him, the nickname making your stomach flutter. you have to stay and give yourself time to adjust to his size, his moans swallowed by your own mouth as your tongue swipes his. his hands roam your body, squeezing your hips, your ass, your breasts and then rising to cup your neck and back.

“shit, bill.” you whimper as you slowly start to move up and down. his eyes fall shut in pleasure and his head tilts back, exposing the entire expanse of his throat for you to claim, his hands falling to your hips. your eyes watch his thin necklace shine in the faint light from your lamp and he's filling you up perfectly.

he looks like fucking heaven.

you kiss his neck lightly as you pick up the pace, bouncing on him steadily as his fingers grip the sides of your thighs.

“fuck, y/n.” he whispers, staring at you with his lips caught between his teeth. the feeling of him stretching inside you and hitting the perfect spot has your legs shaking already, breathing heavily. he’s soon surging up, kissing you deeply as groans fall from his lips, his arms rising to your waist to hold you as you move.

"you're much better when you're not talking." you mutter as you fuck yourself on him, moving your hips as you bounce. he rolls his eyes, "i'd fuck you every day if it meant you wouldn't come ruin my fun every night." he quips back, eyes challenging. and your hand rises to squeeze around his throat, at first as a joke, but then he smiles brightly, a smirk that stirs something in you and you squeeze ever so slightly, the feeling of his pulse making you moan.

his smirk sends butterflies through your stomach, pleasure swirling in your core. but then his own hand rises to your own throat, squeezing lightly.

you moan, unable to keep it together. "you think two can't play this game, y/n? it's like you don't know me." he tuts, seemingly pleased as you're flushing, gasping as your legs stutter, his hips moving up to meet yours, strokes hitting you deep. “i don’t,” you whisper, and he hums.

your legs stutter after one particularly satisfying thrust and he grabs your hips, lifting slightly and biting his lip as he starts to thrust up into you. “oh, my god,” you moan as he hits your g spot and he curses under his breath.

your hand comes up to rest on the wall behind him as you meet each other half way, hitting a spot deep inside you that has you moaning his name loud enough for anyone to hear. you hope to god your next door neighbors are out.

he presses his lips to yours and you know its to get you to stop being so loud - it makes your toes curl in pleasure. then his thumb snakes its way to your lips, his grin widening when your lips immediately part and suck on the finger, humming around it as your hand rests on his neck, the other over his abs as you bounce.

"so pretty like this, y/n." he leans up, then, sitting up more and changing the angle, making you gasp with a moan as his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to his face with the hand on your face. he pulls his thumb from your mouth with a light pop, your legs barely riding him at your proximity, instead steady on his hips, his cock warm and stretching you. "do you think you'd look pretty under me?" he asks. you swallow, moving your hips again and sliding on his cock, movements making you stare at him, pleasure building.

"i think you would." he whispers, hand still on your neck. you whimper a bit, sliding off of him, allowing him to climb over you, kissing you soundly before pulling you to the edge of your bed, legs hanging off as he stands in front of you. lifting one leg, he kisses your knee and holds it up as he teases your slit with his cock before sliding into you again, causing you to let out a loud moan, his own melding with yours.

your eyes roll back at the new angle, legs shaking as his fingers dig into your thigh. “wanna see your f-face when i make you cum.“ he mutters, hand rising to thumb your lip, dragging your bottom lip down.

"you think you're gonna make me cum?" you bite, knowing no man you've been with has been able to.

you watch as his eyes admire the half-lids of your eyes, the blissed, fucked-out look on your face. your chest is littered in blossoming hickes, varying from pink to dark red and slightly purple already.

he says nothing in response to you, but pulls your leg further open, spitting down onto your cunt, making you moan lightly, the action being terribly sexy. his thumb finds your clit and starts to rub perfectly in counteraction to his thrusts, his lips finding your nipple.

you gasp in pleasure, panting as you start to wonder if he really is going to make you cum. then his thumb rubs circles on your clit and as he presses lightly, you can’t hold off any longer. “fuck,” you hiss as you hit your peak, your orgasm making your legs shake. you can’t help it, gasping and bucking your hips as you clench against his cock in bliss, your orgasm causing you to tug his hair in ecstasy. “so pretty.” he mutters against your neck, pressing kisses to it as you’re moaning and arching your back. "so good, cumming for me." he says cockily. you're panting as you whisper, "shut up," his hips still pounding into yours.

“god, you're such a sweet talker.” he mutters sarcastically as you look at him desperately, his eyes fall shut in bliss, a deep groan leaving his lips, you can tell he's close.

"and you're such a gentleman." you jest back, pulling him closer by his shoulders, eyes shutting in bliss. he hums, strokes getting sloppier, "i let you cum first, didn't i?" he counters.

you huff a laugh, something in your heart twinging in affection. you kiss him so you don't say something stupid, moving your hips with his. a few strokes and he's pulling you closer to him by your back, whimpering into your mouth, “y/n, fuck.” beautiful moans fall from his cherry colored lips as he cums, and you just stare at him in awe, surprised by how hot it is as he says your name. he rides his high and then falls off of you, onto the mattress between you and the wall.

"hey," he says after a few moments of you both catching your breaths, your hands overlapping on your stomach but not nearly holding hands. it makes you feel warm in a weird way. excited, nervous.

"what?" you ask, turning to stare into his eyes. he smirks, "you think we woke up the downstairs neighbors?" he whispers, eyes alight with tease.

you shove him, smothering him with a pillow while he laughs, pulling you onto him.

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notepadsandtealeaves · 2 years

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Dick Grayson x GN!Reader in: So Kiss Me~, Pt. 1

12 Days of Batmas || Day 9—Kissing Under the Mistletoe

↞ previous: movie nights with the (bat)boys™ pt. 1 || watching holiday specials

|| ao3 version | 12 days m.list | batboys tag | main blog ||

|| dames day 9 | jay day 9 | tim day 9 || ((links pending))

Ofc he knows that he doesn’t need an excuse to kiss you, but that doesn’t mean he’s not gonna take it lol.

Mistletoe, mistletoe everywhere…

↠ Requested By: No one, technically ((but given the fact that I’ve been working on this series since last year I’m sure you’re all ready for me to wrap this ish up lmao)) ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW fluff ((but my blog’s 18+ so if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ CWs/TWs: None ↠ Betas? Nah, we don’t do that here. ↠ Total WC: 400~

Post’s title comes from this bop ((nobody look at me, I’m mentally regressing to a time before the shit show that is the 2020s lmao))

Another set of HCs, but this time around they’re even shorter lmao. Sorry about it folks, but my brain’s already checked out of this shitshow of a year if I’m being completely honest lol. But begardless of the length, I hope you all can still get a bit of enjoyment out of this!

Headcanon || WC: 400~

🌟 Unsurprisingly he’s super into it lol.

Dick’s one of those people who flows in all love languages, but his top two are acts of service/gift giving (I know those are separate, but with him they kinda mesh together) and physical affection.

Because of this he has a hard time keeping his hands off of you. Naturally this doesn’t always translate as intimate in the spicy way; sometimes he just wants to hold and be held, to feel the warmth of your skin under his fingertips, the pant of your breath against his neck, the beat of your heart against his ear.

All of this proof that you’re here, together, safe and sound, a thing that he needs to be reassured about more often than he cares to admit to, honestly.

More angsty reasons aside, he loves the hell out of you and thinks you’re just the cutest thing to ever ever so it’s not exactly surprising that he’s the type to constantly want to love on you.

Lots of casual touches all day, every day, ranging from chaste forehead kisses to impromptu cuddle sessions (usually initiated by him flopping down on top of you and burrowing into your warmth lol), so naturally this holiday tradition fits right in with his vibes.

🌟 Ofc he knows that he doesn’t need an excuse to kiss you, but that doesn’t mean he’s not gonna take it lol.

He has definitely posted little sprigs of the stuff in every doorway/hall your home possesses before proceeding to follow you around for his free smooches.

He’s also the type of nerd that’ll get one of those doofy headbands with the mistletoe attached, and then proceed to use his height advantage for all it’s worth.

You taller than him? Not a problem! He’s a Grayson, remember, and a Bat besides, so he’ll get on some good Spiderman shit if that’s what it takes lmao.

((ugh, he’s so damn extra—I love it))

Another one that’s not at all shy about PDA, so expect to be kissed breathless the minute he catches you under the sprig. He won’t take things too far, but by the time he’s done your cheeks are gonna be on fire because goddamn does this man have a kiss on him.

Even when it’s just a peck it’s like weirdly enticing? Maybe it’s just his natural charisma mixing in with the ridiculously high levels of attraction that you have for him that does it, but either way you’ll always find yourself chasing after his lips, and he’s always, always willing to oblige…

🌟 Up Next: Day Ten || Holiday Party ((check back tomorrow!!))

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a parent thing.

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader a joyful future fic

a/n: here we have some ajf hotchner family history! evelyn comes to visit and it's all very soft. i hope you enjoy it :) as always, let me know what you think.

words: 1.2k warnings: language, children, egregious sentimentality

summary: “our daughters are the most precious of our treasures, the dearest possessions of our homes, and the objects of our most watchful love.” margaret e. sangster. au!june 2018.

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“You know these are the first Hotchner daughters in six generations, right?”

Your head whips toward Evelyn, who’s rocking Caroline in the corner of the nursery. “What?”

“Benjamin told me that once,” she continues as if you hadn’t said anything. She knows you heard her. “He said there hadn’t been any girls in Aaron’s direct family line since the Hotchners left England.” She looks up and meets your eyes. “Yours are the first girls in almost two hundred years.”

You look down at Sophia, snoozing across your chest with her little lips pursed.

Two hundred years.

“Aaron, of course, is the oldest of two boys. Benjamin is the oldest of four, his father one of five, his father one of three. It’s all in a book somewhere. Aaron will get it when I’m gone, then Jack after him and his children after that.”

There’s a little smile playing at her mouth. “Benjamin’s grandmother started writing it all down, tracking the family, just to keep tabs on any girls that might show up. She didn’t know the names of the girls born before the family came to America - they aren’t in any of the immigration records so they may have stayed behind or escaped documentation.”

Her fingers brush the soft hair on Caroline’s head, running over the ridge of her tiny tiny ear. “Caroline and Sophia will be the first girls in the book.” She smiles. “And what fine additions they’ll be.”

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“Is it true there haven’t been any girls in your family in -”

“Six generations?” Aaron answers for you with a sardonic little smile. “Evelyn telling you stories today?”

You huff a laugh. “She’s bullshitting me, isn’t she?”

“With that one? No.” He offers you a hand and you climb into bed beside him, propped up with some pillows. “Don’t listen to a word she says about my high school years. I invoke the fifth and refuse to comment. Haley took that shit to the grave and I intend on keeping it that way.”

“Yeah, right.” Snorting, you take a sip of water and fold your legs under you. He watches you, his eyes soft. You decide not to tell him about the photos you’ve seen, or the fact that you plan to hang them in the hallway once all the boxes in the garage are finally unpacked.

He sighs, changing the subject without really changing the subject. He takes a moment to look at you soaking you in from the soft light of the bedside lamp.

Nights, after the kids are asleep, are really the only time you have to spend together at all - between Aaron keeping a full schedule at the office and Isaac and Jack and the girls, you hardly have time for each other during the day.

“That’s crazy. No girls at all?”

“None.” His eyes wander to the door. “It’s not just the team, you know? It’s my family. The first girls.” He shakes his head. “I can really explain it. There’s no reason to be proud, I mean, it’s just chance -”

“It makes sense, though,” you insist, picking up his arm so you can tuck yourself underneath it. “You’re allowed to be proud. Like sure it’s a little silly because it is the luck of the draw, but it’s fair to feel proud. It’s a parent thing.”

You bump his shoulder. “You’ve managed to do something nobody in your direct line has done in two hundred years.”

He rolls his eyes and kisses your head. “I do that every time I use an app on my phone.”

“That’s a bad analogy and you know it. Don’t be stupid.”

“Too late.”

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Jack curls up under your arm with a granola bar, watching Caro eat. You’re not shy about feeding the girls outside of the nursery anymore, and Aaron’s more than pleased that Jack has an opportunity to learn about the practical nature of anatomy in addition to whatever crazy shit he’s learning on the playground.

“Do you like having sisters, Jack?” Evelyn asks, bottle feeding Sophia from across the room.

He shrugs. “They’re not that different from brothers right now. Loud, sleepy, squishy.”

You give him that one, and even Evelyn laughs. “But you don’t mind having the girls around?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t mind.” He reaches over, brushing Caroline’s cheek with his finger. “I forgot how small they are.”

That draws a smile from you. “They’re cute when they’re not screaming, huh?”

“Yeah.” There’s a little laugh in his voice, and he focuses on the TV again, munching on his snack.

Your son, the teenager. Insane. Your eyes wander to the hanging photo of Haley on the wall, the photo of Jack and Aaron close to eight years ago resting beside it.

As you look, the door opens and Aaron steps through, looking exhausted.

“How was court?” You ask, in a more chipper tone than is entirely necessary, just for laughs.

Jack sits up, leaning on the back of the couch as Aaron toes his shoes off and drops his briefcase. “Yeah, Dad, did you wipe the floor with them?”

Aaron chuckles and you catch Evelyn hiding a smile.

“Almost, bud. I’m back tomorrow. Apparently, two hours wasn’t enough time to determine whether I’m an expert in my field.” He kisses your forehead when you look up to follow his movement around the back of the couch.

“You have a JD from a top-thirty law school and nearly thirty years as a profiler to your name,” Evelyn says, her eyebrows raised. “And they need more than two hours?”

“Well, mother,” he says, pressing a kiss to her cheek and stroking Sophia’s head. “Some lawyers... “ He feigns deep thought. “Are stupid.”

You’re so tired that makes you nearly howl with laughter, bracing Caroline against your body to keep from jarring her too much. Even then, she startles and starts to cry, but you can’t stop laughing.

Aaron rolls his eyes and takes her from you as you tuck yourself back into your shirt. Almost instantly, she quiets, looking up at him with big brown cow eyes.

“I’m with her all day, I gave birth to her, I feed her, and yet…” You gesture broadly to Aaron’s entire person. “She’s obsessed with you.”

Aaron winks at you and looks down at Caroline, speaking in the voice reserved only for her. “You just get me, huh, my little love?”

Jack snorts. “Yeah, you and the three-week-old just vibe, Dad.”

Aaron hardly spares him a glance, grinning down at his daughter. “When you’re older, just trying to vibe with your kid, I swear I’ll bother you so much.”

You and Jack look at each other, identical dubious expressions plastered on your faces. When you look over at Evelyn to include her in the joke, there’s something in her eyes as she looks at Aaron that makes you feel like you’re interrupting.

Training your eyes back on Aaron, you try to see what she sees, but can’t quite manage it.

Maybe it’s a parent thing.

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limitlessgojo · 3 years

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Blood Bound: Red Strings of Fate (Ch 5)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood

Previous Chapter: Cherry Blossom Storm

Next Chapter: Speed of Sound

Tags: Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

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Chapter 5: Special Grade

After you bid goodbye to the two girls, you went off back to your dorm room to get dinner, when you bumped into the girl who lived next to your room.

“Oh hi!” She greeted you with a big smile. “I’m Miwa Kasumi, you can call me Miwa. 1st year here! Please take care of me.”

“Hello! I’m Tsuchimikado Y/n, you can call me either Tsuchi or y/n I really don’t mind either way. Also my first year here, please take care of me!” you grinned.

“Ahhh, I’m so nervous to start class here. Are you ready for it?”

“To be honest I’m also nervous, but pretty excited! Ah, I have to go eat dinner now and call my family, but tomorrow I’m free to chat more. You can come over to my room if you’d like.” You offered.

She agreed and bid you goodnight.

◇◇◇

You were able to get to know Miwa before classes began, and it was really fun getting to know her. She talked about her brothers and her origins, but admitted that she couldn’t give out too many details on her technique.

“I’m sorry y/n but I was told to keep it a secret. Even among other jujutsu shi. And I’m just doing all I can to support my brothers.” She sadly spoke.

To which you didn’t mind too much, as you were the same. The Tsuchimikado does its best to keep their strongest techniques and passed down family legends under wraps, to prevent themselves from being targeted by curse users.

“It’s no worry at all, you don’t have to share anything you don’t want to share. And I won’t pry. I come from a minor Jujutsu clan and understand the need to keep cursed technique details a secret.” You smiled and offered her more biscuits.

If you don’t stand out, you would have less affairs to worry about. Unlike the great 3 Jujutsu clans. And because of this, you sort of grew up in a regular loving home, with the exception of normalcy brought by the need to kill curses.

◇◇◇

Classes soon started after and honestly they were not too bad. You all got your student ID cards on the very first day.

You were surprised to see that you were awarded a Special Grade title on the very first day… not what you expected. The rest were, as expected, Grade 4 jujutsu sorcerers.

Everyone starts on the same level and can have their ranks increased as they go. They can get recommended to Grade 2 and/or Grade 1 based on their performance.

Geniuses were said to start as a Grade 2 sorcerer in their first year. Grade 3 was average for a jujutsu high student. And a special grade is an anomaly.

You were pretty sure that you and your family kept your condition under wraps and yet… You looked up to Utahime and asked if you could have a chat outside. She eyed you knowingly and the others stared at you as you left the room.

“Uhhh… There seems to be a mistake with this. I don’t think I am fit to be a Special Grade yet Utahime sensei.” you explained to her truthfully.

“Tsuchimikado chan. You are from a minor Jujutsu clan, that's true. And while it is very rare for an esper to be born in your clan, there was a higher up who was in touch with your father. They received enough information about your technique, albeit not all of it of course, and cursed energy levels, deeming you to be a special grade.”

You just stared at her in shock at all this info. Sure you’ve been sparring with your cousins, and yeah nobody could come close to you when you had mastered your basic barriers and cursed technique. But you didn’t expect to get this far.

Then Utahime sighed, “Okay I’ll be honest. There was one other person who actually pushed for this and was surprisingly agreed to by the elders.”

You felt yourself tense up, “Who?”

“Gojo Satoru said you were capable of dealing a massive destruction over a large scaled area. And of course, the jujutsu higher ups are aware as to what happened to you when you were 6 years old.”

“Satoru nii!” You paled, blood draining out of your face, but before you could open your mouth Utahime consoled you. “It’s okay. It’s kept top secret… well as much as a secret can be amongst the Jujutsu school leaders and higher ups. Don’t worry, we understand your situation.”

You just nodded, still as white as a sheet. ‘They know, oh gosh of course they know!’ you thought with horror.

“Okay, now nobody should give you any trouble. Just relax, you’re not forced to give out any info to the other students if you don’t want to. It’s okay,” She pushed you back into the classroom where the other students were chatting.

“Haiiii, let’s start class now.” Utahime called out to which you all responded with a “Yes sensei.”

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Everything started to calm down and settle at school for you after that day.

Most of your time was spent in the classroom with regular subjects. But then you’d have the added physical training and cursed energy management with Utahime sensei, which you always looked forward to the most.

“Okay, time to form pairs now. Mai and Y/n. Miwa and Mechamaru, try to disarm and pin down your opponent if you can. Y/n go easy on the others.” Utahime sensei spoke, to which of course you agreed to.

Amongst the first years, both you and Mechamaru seemed to be the most capable, proficient even with long range techniques.

Mai and Miwa were weak in close combat quarters when they were disarmed. And it was too easy for you to disarm them with minimal cursed energy, as you spent a lot of time sparring with your older male cousins.

“Hup!” You closed in on Mai and kicked the gun from her grasp before flipping her body and pinning her to the ground. Mixed martial arts definitely comes in handy.

“Ouch, she said to go easy on me Y/n. You’re still pretty rough.” Mai spat out. “Get strong now or you won’t last on the battlefield. You have to focus on surviving.” You darkly said. Mai was shocked at that since you were always so bright and cheerful.

But everyone else noticed that whenever you were training, (whether it be by yourself in your free time or sparring with the others during class) you seemed like an entirely different person. Cold, calculating, detached, strong and fierce.

But of course, you always did your best to help them improve. “Mai, you’re moving your body wrong. Stabilise your footing, then aim. If I come close to you from the side, try to hit me based on your peripheral vision quicker.”

Truth be told, she improved. “Thank you y/n. You seem familiar with martial arts. Do you do any?” She asked you during break time.

Mechamaru and Miwa listened in, facing you curiously. The entire school is now aware of your Special Grade status, but everyone was still shy to outright ask you about the full details of how it was granted.

“I do. I’ve grown up sparring with my older male cousins all the time. Mixed martial arts, Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, and Krav Maga. Not sure if you guys know of Tsuchimikado Hiroki? Graduated from Kyoto Jujutsu high a few years back.”

“I’ve heard of his name in passing, but I don’t know of him. Your clan is kept pretty well under wraps after all.” Mai said. You smiled and nodded.

You were set to spar with Mechamaru after the break. This is where it got interesting. You activated your technique for the first time since training started as he shot laser beams at you.

He did everything he could, but even with his sword options, and strongest bursts of cursed energy, nothing hit you while you stood in the same spot.

You had activated your cursed technique, and made the space around you warp, making the attacks bounce off. Mechamaru had pretty solid power, but it wasn’t enough to rock you.

You held out one hand, “Enhanced gravity: Output level 5%” and Mechamaru’s body crumpled against the ground. You increased the air pressure above his body until he shouted, “Give!”.

You released your technique and thanked him for the fight. Mai and Miwa had stopped sparring to watch the both of you.

“Wow.” Miwa said with sparkling eyes. “No wonder… she’s special grade.” she whispered.

To be honest, at the end of the day labels and rankings meant NOTHING to you. You wanted all your allies to get as strong as they can be, so that they won’t suffer during missions.

Which is why you openly offered advice and help when they needed it. You’ve had enough of loss.

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When you had your free time you made your way to the library as was planned. You had a list of topics to burn through. Past lives, shared visions, alternate worlds, future visions… and the topic of soulmates. You had to get to the bottom of whatever happened between Noritoshi senpai and you.

The Tsuchimikado clan did have its history and legends as well. You had information on the other big 3 clans and their techniques. Along with that information came the basic legends of old. Soulmates, possibilities of inherited memories, parallel worlds, and some of the most evil of curses to exist. (Such as Ryomen Sukuna).

But you were sad to see that there was a lack of books on soulmates. Only some left on alternate and Parallel Worlds. 'Is the library lacking??? Didn't expect that.' You thought sadly.

You asked the librarian about it but, "I'm sorry my dear, we only have what's there on the shelves. There's a possibility the books have been borrowed. I can check the database for you."

"Yes please, thank you so much."

"Ah yes….. Kamo kun has taken some books on soulmates, parallel worlds, foresight and Abe no Seimei. Are those any of what you're looking for?" She asked.

You felt yourself pause. Okay so you were both thinking along the same lines. Not surprising.

"Yes, I can just wait for him to return it or ask him about it then. Thank you so much that was a great help!" You bid her your goodbyes and left the library.

Not to worry, you were going to see him real soon.

Author's notes: These first few chapters focus heavily on world building to set the pace for the story. You'll see a lot more of Nori in the following chapters <3

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Push // John Shelby X Fem!Reader

Summary: You attend a ball with John after Tommy asked you to go instead of him. You notice someone with a gun aimed at you and decide to act on it.

Warnings: Canon typical violence

Word Count: 2797

Author’s Note:

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Your red dress was extremely uncomfortable. Sitting in the passenger seat of John’s car wasn’t an unusual occasion but it felt like at the time. He drove the car in a well tailored suit, it was different from what he usually wore.

Both of you were dressed in clothes you weren’t comfortable in. You were going to a ball against your will. You were only going because Tommy couldn’t and he asked John to attend instead.

“I wish I said no.” John mumbled while still driving. You sighed, “You can’t say no to Tommy.” John rolled his eyes to your simple words while keeping them on the road.

“He would’ve understood, we have kids at home.” he said. You chuckled at his excuse, “We also have a babysitter.” it amused you how much John complained.

Thankfully it wasn’t a long ride so the conversation didn’t go for more. You were already ready and on the road to this event, what you had been discussing had no point. Thankfully the big house came into your sight.

The house was the biggest you’ve ever seen. You had grown up in Small Heath, just like the Shelbys did and this big of a house only existed in fairytales for you. Tommy had just bought a huge house, just like this one, his purchase though might sound stupid had made you partially believe in fairytales.

The host’s house was bigger than Tommy’s, it could even be a castle. From the outside, it had big windows that displayed rooms with high ceilings with chandeliers hanging. The house looked magical even with the first look.

After seeing the estate, you were mesmerized and you hoped John was too because you definitely weren’t interested in listening to him complain about coming to the ball. He wasn’t a fan of formal events at all, he just didn’t fit in and also didn’t want to.

You left your car and a butler welcomed you. He looked sharp and seeing him made you feel like royalty. The butler showed you the way to the ballroom. You couldn’t believe a house could have such a thing. The rich kept surprising you from the first moment Tommy introduced his family, you included to the world of the wealthy.

Your steps made everyone turn to you with the sound you heels made as you made your way to the ballroom. Everyone you’ve seen so far was in well tailored suits and shiny dresses. The outfits of everyone else were so extravagant that your expensive dress and John’s custom made suit.

“Shit, we don’t belong here.” you whispered to John. You never planned or wanted to fit in but the house was big and elegant, everyone inside was too, besides you. At that moment, you did want to fit in. You wanted to be part of the fairytale in which the wealthy were the main characters.

“We somehow have to learn how to blend in.” he held your hand tight. He seemed to be uncomfortable unlike you. You had never felt this comfortable around this much wealth.

This was far from where you’ve come from. You were rich but not by birth like the other ones attending the ball, neither was John. He was uninterested in anyone in the room but you were examining everyone unlike him.

Your hands were locked into each other’s, the heat of your hands made John feel safe in this uncomfortable environment. You would’ve thought John would be used to all this as being part of the Peaky Blinders. He was used to it, he just didn’t like them. You at least enjoyed the expensive champagne.

“Y/N Shelby!” you heard someone call, you turned around and John turned with you. You let your hand go and whispered “Go, I’ll find you later.” to your husband. John nodded and kept walking.

“Hello.” you kindly smiled. “We weren’t expecting to see you here.” the lady said with a nervous tone. You couldn’t remember her name but you remembered her face. She had sharp cheekbones and really thin lips like any other woman in the room.

“Yes, the plan was changed last minute.” you explained, the lady didn’t look much glad to see you. You remembered her but nothing about her, the question of where you remembered her from stayed a mystery. It should’ve been one of the fundraisers Tommy dragged the whole family to, you couldn’t recall exactly.

“How wonderful.” the lady smiled but you couldn’t see a genuine smile, the corners of her eyes didn’t wrinkle like they would when you smile. You were now looking at the lady with a more skeptical look, you didn’t like the tension she had with you.

“I think so too.” your gaze fell on different parts of the room, looking for John. You needed to get away from the woman, you remembered why you didn’t like rich people. They always looked for something to gain and they were almost never genuine or maybe this only applied to the ones you’ve met.

You rushed to excuse yourself. “Now, would you excuse me.” you said with a faint smile, the lady nodded. “It was nice to see you Y/N.” the lady called after you turned your back at her and slowly started walking away.

Your eyes were anxiously looking for John. Your conversation with her was extremely short. So short that it wasn’t even a conversation but she made you uneasy. You needed John to survive through the hell of socialising with these people.

Sadly, he wasn’t at the bar. Thankfully, he wasn’t on the dance floor. He wasn’t on the sides and he wasn’t to be found anywhere. You decided to expand your search for him. You left the ballroom to meet the wide steps to the first floor.

You were getting nervous, the woman’s attitude had affected you. You skipped the whole of the entrance floor to search for John on the other end on the stairs.

You were rushing to find him and the rest of the entrance floor felt like a waste of time. You climbed the stairs as fast as you could with the heels you had on. You checked the rooms one by one. You found multiple people engaging in inappropriate acts but not John.

You finally decided it would’ve been the better decision to go over the entrance floor first. While trying to get back to the stairs you climbed earlier, you got confused about your way.

Just as you were losing hope on both finding John and finding the stairs, you noticed a door half open. There weren’t any sounds coming from inside unlike the other doors you looked behind. The absence of a sound intrigued you more than the presence.

The door wasn’t completely open so you looked through the little opening. You saw a tall man, dressed in informal wear rather than formal like everyone else. He was holding a rifle, you couldn’t tell what type because you had no interest in them.

The door seemed to be opening to a balcony with the clear view of the ballroom. It worried you and you had a reason. No matter who the target was, you had to find John and tell him that.

You started running downstairs. Your blood was flowing really fast. You hoped you had better luck finding John this time. You also hoped the target wasn’t John because that wouldn’t be the first time he was one.

You stormed into the ballroom trying to look calm. You didn’t care if he wasn’t there earlier, looking at the ballroom first was a safe bet. Your body rushed to fill in with adrenaline with a bit of anxiety. Your eyes moved around and around, looking for your husband.

You were tired of thinking and rushing to find him. You walked up to the bar to get a drink. Obviously you needed one. Someone was in danger, John and you were one of the possibilities. It was an event Tommy was invited to and he had a lot of enemies, especially wealthy enemies.

You sat at the bar with a glass of gin in your hand, the type of gin was too sweet for you but it wasn’t the occasion to judge the type of gin they served. Just as you were getting your first sip, someone tapped on your shoulder.

You flinched, you took a deep breath and turned around to see nobody but John. He had found you before you could find him. You took another sip from you gin and licked your lips afterwards.

“Where were you?” he asked, he sounded almost angry. You raised your eyebrows, “Looking for you!” you said, putting on your most judging expression. “We also need to talk.” you continued, the judgy expression was replaced with your previous anxious one.

“Tell me Darling, what is it?” he asked and sat next to you at the bar. He grabbed your left hand which was on your lap. “There’s a man with a gun at the balcony.” you said vaguely. “What balcony?” he raised his eyebrows, he had no idea there was even a balcony. “Look up.” John looked up, not even trying to be discreet.

“It’s directed at me.” he mumbled, smiling. He seemed to be trying to go unnoticed after spotting the balcony. “I had a strong feeling it was either of us.” you confessed, John’s eyes lit up and he looked like he had just invented something.

“Let’s dance.” he offered. You were surprised, he loved dancing but not the type they did in balls like this. “Aren’t you even a little nervous?” you asked. Your tone was obviously full of anxiety. On top of that, you didn’t understand why he would suggest dancing.

“It’ll be harder for them to shoot while dancing.” he explained shortly. “It’ll keep us safe.” he nodded after saying it. He was trying to assure that both of you would be safe, just like he always did.

He held your hand and dragged you to the dance floor. He didn’t let you get that drink you had in you hand. He was trying to act like he didn’t know about the shooter. The only direction his eyes were looking at was the direction you were at. His eyes stared into yours, even the look on his face made you feel safe.

Unfortunately, you weren’t good at this seeming to not know anything. You were curious and the adrenaline was replacing the parts of anxiety as you moved with the music. Your eyes wandered around the room and the ceiling and even stared at the balcony for a few seconds.

The music was cut off out of nowhere, it was clearly not the caller of something good. John took a deep breath, his one reached for his gun. Him reaching for the gun as a reflex was a gift from the Great War.

He relaxed his hand seeing everyone move away from the dance floor safely to drown themselves in alcohol. You could hear whispers about the music coming back. It didn’t matter for you but at least the dancing could’ve kept you out of the gun’s range.

The night was suddenly getting more dangerous. “Let’s leave.” you said, John shook his head. “It'll be suspicious, no.” you clenched your jaw. “Darling, don’t be a fool.” he said, John was going to stand by what he said.

“I’m not going to let you die.” you said softly, he wrapped his arm around you. “I’m not going to die.” he simply said. You were still not convinced that it would be okay.

“I need to find the restroom.” you said. “Wait no, we should stick together.” John told you. You chuckled, “Would you rather me pissing myself here?” John didn't have anything to say. He dropped his arm to the side.

Instead of going to the restroom, you went upstairs to the balcony. You didn’t have a plan when you should’ve. You silently walked in the corridor, you made sure nobody was around. If you noticed somebody, you would just make your way to the restroom instead.

The door to the balcony was now closed. You should’ve admitted to yourself that there was nothing to do and continue John’s plan but that wasn’t how you did things. You were too stubborn for your own good. You wanted to stop the guy yourself.

You were actually under the influence of your strong instinct to protect John. He had always protected you, not because you needed it but because you trusted him to do so. You believed it was your turn to protect him because he wasn’t thinking of acting up on the situation.

You stood behind the closed door trying to listen, there was no music so you thought you could hear him if he said something. You didn’t hear anything so you tried to open the door, it was locked so you kicked the door open.

You thought heels would make it harder but somehow it wasn’t a problem. The door wasn’t strong at all. The door fell down and without a second of thinking you jumped on the guy. He didn’t even have the time to point his weapon on you.

You threw multiple punches at him, he decided to kick you since you were on top of him. The kick hurt you but that wasn’t a time you could stop and feel the pain.

He pushed you far from him but you got up sooner than he did. You were standing at the edge of the balcony, he tried to push you down. When he tried to get your hands on you, you pulled him to yourself. Then you did what he planned to do. You pushed him off the balcony, he and his rifle met the ground of the ballroom.

You ran away, you ran to the bathroom.You were out of breath when you opened the door to the bathroom. Thankfully you didn’t have much of a fight and somehow it was really easy to defeat him. You had no bruises unlike the guy, who had a swollen and red face thanks to your punches.

You got lucky, you got lucky that the guy didn’t expect you. You needed to calm down and go to the ballroom, you have to seem like you had nothing to do with it. You were sure there would be chaos.

You left the bathroom, you slowly made your way downstairs. As you walked down, the sounds of people panicking got clearer. You didn’t hear them before but now it was obvious that you caused panic.

You first thought hearing the sounds was “Oh shit, Tommy’s gonna know about this.” you hoped he wouldn’t be angry about it. You know John wouldn’t be.

You immediately started looking for John, you called his name multiple times, your eyes were looking for him once again. “Y/N!” you heard him call and turned around to look at him.

“Was this you?” he asked quietly, you nodded. He didn’t seem to be pleased, you were scared of his possible reaction. Maybe he was angry about it unlike you thought.

“Good job love.” you smiled a little, John returned a smile. He held your hand, “Would Tommy think the same?” you asked nervously, you valued Tommy’s thoughts a lot.

“Yes, I’m sure.” he said, “Let’s go.” he started walking and you followed him. Towards the gate, you saw the woman from earlier, looking bitter.

You got to your car, you assumed you were going to see Tommy before going home. “Are we going to Tommy’s?” you asked, John shook his head at the moment you heard the car start.

“No, I telephoned him. He was the target, when we turned up instead of him, we became the target.” he simply replied, he took his eyes from the road to look at you. “They didn’t care if it was Tommy, they were looking for any Shelby.” you replied and he nodded.

“Who was it?” you asked, “Doesn’t matter, we’ll deal with it later.” he replied. You smiled a little, “Thank you.” he continued. You smile got bigger, so did his when he thought you weren’t looking at him.

You drove home, got to your children safely. John talked to Tommy then later Polly on the phone. You didn’t listen, it wasn’t your business.

You were proud of yourself, this was something you didn’t do before. It made you feel good, you were still hoping the guy was alive. You weren’t a savage after all but you liked the feeling of knowing you could solve a problem like this. You went to bed with John by your side, after such a long time, you needed a long sleep.

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blueprint-han · 4 years

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on top of the world ↠ hhj.

genre: royal au; fluff inspired by a fucking barbie movie leave me alone okay

⇥ warnings: if having a ballroom dance with hyunjin is a warning, then <3, district names are randomly chosen, not meant in reference to SKZ !!

wc: 1.5 K

⇥ disclaimer: this fiction does not aim to represent the activities of the real Hwang Hyunjin, nor does it represent JYPE in any form. Events are pure fiction. ♡

type: drabble.

taglist: @stayverse @districtninewriters @inkidz @sunoo-luvs

part of: the url drabble game; requested by @tpwkjerii (requests for this are closed now!)

↯ note: dghwey i had literally no idea what to write for your url, so i searched up the full form of “tpwk” and ended up with “treat people with kindness”. I developed it into an idea i already had. Tell me if you like it <33 ⇥ dawn.☀️

↯ note 2: oh... i cannot... write fantasy for the life in me. ⇥ dawn.☀️

“Ladies, all in line.” The instructor clapped her hand, signaling all the princess and lady royals to line up in front of her. You quickly scrambled out of where you were seated, almost doubling over your heels as you tried to wobble your way to the line.

Oh curse those heels. They were gonna be the reason you crashed headfirst into the floor one day, you were sure. They were those typical pointy, magenta colored pumps that only an expert in poise could pull of properly. Your uniform didn’t help either, layers and layers of clothing — topped of with a jacket, which meant you would be sweating buckets if it weren’t for the air conditioning.

Gosh, you hated being the princess and heir to the next throne. Why couldn’t you just lounge in the courtroom in your sweats and sneakers? They were more fashionable anyway. When your mom had told you that you were gonna attend “Royal Training School”, you’d pictured horse riding in the lush green stables, elegant dinners with rich silverware, and most of all — just having some time away from the royal castle, just having some time for yourself and having fun in that time.

Well, you were in for a huge mess.

It’d been only a week since you attended this place, and you hated it. The place woke you up at 5 a.m., shoved breakfast (which was mostly a piece of “high gluten” bread) to your hands and then took you ballroom dancing. So your day was terrible from the beginning already. There was no horseback riding, no sword fighting, because according to your parents — “princesses didn’t do fights”. Seemed superstitious to you, someone with a forward thinking mind, but what could you do?

Too dazed in your thoughts, your foot slipped and you lurched forward. You yelped loudly, but before you could catch the attention of the class or feel the polished marble against your face, a hand wrapped around your waist, ceasing your fall and holding you mid-air.

“You okay, princess?”

You snapped back into attention, eyes meeting with your classmates, all of them having a shocked look on their faces, and some of them anger. Turning around, you were surprised to gaze into hazel brown eyes that seemed to draw you in without reserve.

“Um..., princess?”

“Ah, yes!” You snapped out of it once again, straightening up as you smoothened the fabric of your shirt. “T-Thank you.” You took once glance at his face, and... wow. He was absolutely ethereal. His golden locks of hair fell perfectly over his temples, he adorned a majestic black suit and by just looking at him, he exuded confidence.

He giggled. “It’s alright, princess. Glad you aren’t hurt.”

“Oh, that-”

“Ahem!” The both of you looked to the side, noticing now how the entire class, along with the instructor were giving you snobby glares. “If you’re done chit chatting, can we start out class, Princess Y/N and Prince Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin. That was a pretty name.

You noticed that there was another line of men, wearing similar attire like Hyunjin, lined up in front of the princesses. “They must be from another academy,” Silent thoughts flooded your mind as you took your place, and your eyes went wide when you found yourself face to face with the Hyunjin guy again, though there was a reasonable distance between the both of you.

“Now, royals.” The instructor chimed, clacking her heels against the surface as she waltzed to the edge of the room. “You’ve been practicing ballroom dancing with yourselves for a while now, so The Head and me decided that it would be a good idea for you to get a little peek of what the actual thing looks like.” She said uninterestedly, picking at the underside of the nails as she started the music.

Immediately, slow, melodious music flooded through the speakers as you looked at one another. and then at the guy in front of you... err, Hyunjin. “You’ve already been partnered up, so get started.”

Your mouth dropped open a bit when you realised what the instructor’s statement meant, almost panicking when all the girls next to you bowed down gracefully, coaxing you to follow the same. Hyunjin did the signature “bow down and lend a hand” pose like his other classmates, and you hesitantly straightened up, lending a hand to him.

Immediately, just like how confident he looked, he pulled you close to himself, settling his hands on your hips as a smirk graced his features.

Ah... so he’d noticed you blushing.

You didn’t know why you were blushing in the first place. You’d never met this person before, but something about him just made the giddy schoolgirl in you bubble up to the surface. You shyly settled your hands on his shoulders, moving along to the beat with his motions... and silently praying your ant’s worth of dancing knowledge would not fuck this up.

“So, should we do the introductions?”

“What?” You asked, almost stumbling on your feet once again. You made a mental reminder to burn the current pair of heels you were sporting.

“Don’t you introduce yourself to the person you’re dancing with?” he heaved a laugh, almost melting at how adorably bashful you were getting in his hold. You were about to mumble a response, but then stopped, gathered your confidence, and smiled sweetly.

“Oh well then, I’m Princess Y/N from District 8; honor to meet you.” You said in a sing song voice, muffling a laugh as Hyunjin twirled you around in his hold and pulled you back. The velvet coat was soft under your touch, and for some odd reason, you wondered how his soft-lookin hair would feel under your palm.

“I’m Prince Hyunjin from District 10; equally honored to meet you,” He tilted his head to the side and you noticed him bite his lip for a second. Brushing it off, you continued swaying to the music, feeling slightly more at ease now.

“How’s school here, princess Y/N? You enjoying?” His tone was respectful, almost like he was talking to a friend he met after many years,

“Nah,” You rolled your eyes, making Hyunjin look at you like a confused puppy, waiting for you to explain. Hyunjin wasn’t used to someone hearing they disliked royal training, especially when he’d found it nothing but enjoying.

“It’s just the same old. “Oh go to ballroom, learn to balance books on your head, walk with grace, eat your food elegantly, dance again. sleep early!” Your voice was a hushed whisper, yet mocking. “You’d think that’s what I should’ve expected, but I wanted to learn sword fighting, horse riding, that kind of stuff. They barely let us outdoors here.” You tsked, watching as Hyunjin bit his lip again.

“What?” You asked, figuring that Hyunjin knew you’d noticed his action.

He chuckled. “Your stepping on my toes.”

“Oh crap I am?” You looed down, pulling your feet farther away from his as an apology crawled up your tongue, but before you could shoot it out, Hyunjin stopped you. “It’s okay.”

“Maybe I’ll step on yours and we’ll get even?” He winked, a smug look on is face as he waited for your reply. The music was basically forgotten at his point, both f you lost in a world where nobody else existed, just you, your thoughts, your words, and your giggles. You mirrored his playful expression. “I’d like to see you try.”

Hyunjin didn’t break eye contact, and you felt a small flutter in your chest when he did so. He lifted his foot, but you were too quick, you moved your foot away the moment he settled his own down, and then for revenge, you stepped on his foot once again.

“Ouch!” Hyunjin shrieked, and thanks to the loud music. no one could hear him. You hadn’t stomped too hard thankfully, but Hyunjin’s cute expression when he crinkled his nose sent you into a spiral of giggles.

“Hey! You’re supposed to treat people with kindness” He pouted, twirling you around once again as he led you to the next spot in the ballroom. Your feet basically slid around at this point, and you didn’t even mind your heels.

“Yeah? That’s what you get for trying to step on a princess’ toes.” You rested your head against his shoulder, muffling your giggles as well as calming your heart at the sudden sprut of confidence.

Hyunjin’s grip on your waist tightened, making you straighten up, faint heat dusting your cheeks. The dance was almost coming to an end, and you wished it could go on forever. You hadn’t had such fun in a while, but unfortunately, Hyunjin didn’t belong to this academy. Sadly, the dance would come to an end.

“Maybe I can teach you horse riding?” Hyunjin inquired, a curious glint in his eyes as he watched your reaction. You gasped in shock.

“Y-you’d be willing to do that?”

“Of course, if you’re up for it.”

“How will we even do that?”

“I mean, you can’t tell me you haven’t sneaked out of the premises at night.”

You remained silent.

“Thought so.” Hyunjin winked again. “So, what do you say?”

You twirled around one more time, moving slightly closer to him when you came back this time. The next moment, the music stopped, and you murmured to him with a smirk pulled at your lips.

“I’d be on top of the world.”

↯ note: 🕯️ ignore me this is just a small prayer that tumblr doesn’t make me battle the tags yet again 🕯️ may the tumblr gods be in my favor atleast this once ;-; 🕯️ ⇥ dawn.☀️

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sly-merlin · 4 years

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Killing Me - 3 | n.y

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au , smut

warnings : curse words, mention of murder, guns, knives. smut and drinking.

new entries : yugyeom, jungkook , wonwoo

words : 4.2k

summary : “life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”

curiosity got the cat hitched!

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{ 11:15 }

Look before you leap. Had you remembered the saying, you’d not be sitting in front of a mafia boss, regretting your former imprudent actions. Taeyong was sitting on a high back executive chair, aura screaming authority, his high and mighty self, making you feel inferior. His eyes bore into yours as if he could read your soul with his intense gaze.

Your stare equally harmonized with his fierce one.

A loud fake cough from someone interrupted you from ogling at the boss. He indeed looked like a feast, anyone would falter! Getting your much needed attention at this point, taeyong dismissed others from his office with a flick of his hand. The only ones to stay behind in the vicinity of the four walls were you, taeyong and a blue haired man. Out of all, he looked most annoyed with your presence.

“Jaehyun, sit down, it’s going to take a while.” taeyong directed him and the man occupied the empty seat beside you. You could already feel him eyeing you down.

“Miss y/n. I’m not going to beat around the bush. So, listen sensibly.”

Your blood ran cold at his cold and blank declaration. The fierceness of his eyes was seeping through his words making you cower in your position. Your firm resolve to fight for your life was already breaking down and this was just a start.

“I know this is too sudden and It’s normal being apprehensive of this situation but you are not on a very strong front here. Marry yuta or - you know the consequences. And I don’t want you to choose on impulse. This is going to be your last opportunity, so be wise! Nobody wants to die y/n and you certainly don’t! I have a proposal for you. It’s for your own good but if you still decides against me, I promise I’ll grant your last wish without any hesitance and believe me, I always keep my word” he finished, placing his gun on the table to prove his point. You nodded briefly after taking in everything. He continued-

“You will marry yuta, say by the end of this week. But as you sign the registration papers, I’ll provide you the ownership of 3 exclusive properties in gangnam with only one small, harmless condition. You’ll hold title not as miss y/l/n but as Mrs Nakamoto. Moreover, you won’t have to do any job. Your living expenses, all will be managed from our side. Yuta alone is capable of providing you a black card. You can live hassle free. A house, security, what else could anyone want! You won’t have to change a thing in your life. Think of it as an up-gradation.”

You felt like being kicked in the teeth. This man was trying to bargain your whole future with his riches.

“Sounds promising?” He enquired. You pondered over what he said to find any single error to turn the tables but that was out of question until you knew his demands fully. And it wasn’t very promising. when did choosing between life and death became so difficult!

“You can’t assure me my freedom! connecting me with neos is more like booking a room for me to rotten in jail. The security you are talking about is for you I guess. And yuta is more like a noose for me. I’ll be dead one way or another” you uttered, releasing the air you were holding while speaking.

You heard jaehyun snort beside you.

“Your safety will be my top priority and yes, you will be associating with neos, but that is something you don’t need to be worry about. For the outer world, you will be the wife of yuta”.

“What difference would it make?” his explanations going beyond your head.

“Let me explain like this. Have you ever seen a neo member’s face prior to this or heard anyone getting caught?”

“I guess no.”you answered without hesitation.

“Neos doesn’t have faces .…but these faces do have names for commoners like you.”

“You mean double-life?”

“Have you ever heard of moon industries?”

“Who doesn’t have? Moon industries are the 3rd biggest sponsors and investers for almost everything in Korea.”

“Yeah, yuta works there. Anything clicks for you?

You refuse with motion of your head.

“You’ll not be marrying yuta from neos but nakamoto yuta who works in moon industries. Like that, you won’t be getting in any trouble . A legitimate life. You can do anything you want except open your pretty mouth”.

you didn’t like being called that!

“I don’t understand, you said nobody knows you people then what am I even doing here. How that officer did even recognise yuta. I shouldn’t even be here, if your identities are so hidden.”

“See jaehyun, I told you she’s more than just book smart. Listen y/n, mafia doesn’t work like the way you might be thinking. We can’t spill everything to you even if you decide to die the very next moment.

It was hard to believe that he planned all of this while you were held captive, within 9 hours. Taeyong was extremely meticulous and expeditious as well. But there was one more question left and you knew he couldn’t answer it. Nothing came without flaws afterall!

“Why are you being so ‘generous’ to me? My bio data of few pages can’t make you trust me so definitely. You are practically giving me an offer to rant you all to police. I’m sure you don’t grease the palms of all officers and if I-

“Me and you both know that you won’t do it unless you are fed up with your life and that would leave to start de novo!” his words indicated conclusiveness, his raised brows challenging you to refuse him. For now his surety signalled safety, but you still had one defence left or as everyone called it – a plea. It was better to beg than to be between Scylla and Charybdis.

“Is there no other way. I promise you with my life I won’t ever say anything. You can put spies over me or do whatever you want to keep a check on me.” your desperation to fight for your life was evident in your appeal.

“Yes! There is one more solution!” jaehyun chimed, facing you from his seat. He was grinning eye to eye. “We can sell you to an underground escort ring where you’ll happily live until you die and there’d be no neo or yuta or police or career. I’m sure you are shrewd enough to survive there”. nobody mentioned this before!

“If you can’t shut your mouth, then leave jaehyun.” taeyong scolded and he went back to his original position. Jaehyun seemed to be enjoying your state. He hit you with harsh reality you were still unaware of. Maybe,you were really on their mercy now,

“He is joking right?”

“No, he is telling the truth but I want you to make a choice. That hell-hole is not for someone like you. You can do better. Take this as a shortcut to a nice life.”

“How can I believe that you won’t be putting me in the some escort ring as he said to shut my mouth?”

“If I wanted, you won’t be sitting here anymore.”he deadpanned

You were silent. Your mind went blank. No words came to grace your lips. You were trapped and though there were plenty of options, there was none for you. Either you live and marry yuta or die. There was no other way to live.

“And what if my life doesn’t turn out all good?” you asked timidly.

“Then I’ll let you leave. And without any condition”

Finally some hope. You could leave. You would definitely leave.

“Is yuta okay with it?”

“His position is not better than yours.”

“I’m not going to leave university then.”

“Suit yourself! Just don’t convert yourself into a nuisance for us.”

You nodded with head hanging low. You had been beating the air till now, which resulted in nothing but defeat. Taeyong got what he wanted in the end.

“Call jaemin and haechan. Before she goes home, we need to give her a gift. And you made a good choice, you won’t regret it, take my word for it.”

[1 p.m]

Twelve hours has passed. As you were walking towards your dorm, you pinched yourself several times but your reality was now a nightmare from which you’d never wake up. Defeated, you entered your dorm only to lie down in the bed, to regret your life decisions. Graciously, chelin was out till midnight with her boyfriend, so you had all the time in the world. The last 12 hours kept playing in your head like a broken record. You were happy in the club drinking yesterday. if maybe you’d not left them behind, you’d still be incharge of your life game. then that police officer, living off of some mafia group, doyoung , johnny,jaehyun , taeyong and him, the source of your plight. You were suddenly feeling like a kite which till now was flying freely in the air but its thread was now in the grasp of someone who wanted to tie you down by the same, if you think of it, the scales were never balanced! You were always at the losing end. Beggars are never the choosers after all. Sleep unknowingly took over your tired limb while you were wallowing in self-pity.

A ping.

The notification of a text woke you up from your peaceful sleep. You were out for about 4 hours but it felt good as your head was no more pounding. The text was from Jungkook about a party his friend group was organising to celebrate the upcoming finals. they were just partying yesterday with you and now this.

Another ping.

Same text from yugyeom. You sighed in frustration.

Both of your best friends lived in the same place and were always joined by the hip and you were sure they were together at the moment as well but where there’s a question to annoy you, they won’t let the opportunity pass.

You deliberated about telling them everything but you refrained as taeyong’s threat was not a gun without bullet. He warned you before coming and you were supposed to keep your mouth shut. It was better to keep them away from trouble. You were extremely alone.

Another ping.

They were asking about your whereabouts. You never informed them you reached home yesterday. Their worry was visible through their multiple scolding motherly texts. You would have laughed at their antics but your own humorous state rendered you incompetent to feel any joy.

It was not difficult to make them believe that you overslept as everyone knew your shitty professors treated you more like a slave and less like their researcher. But refusing to meet them and declining free alcohol was making them sceptical. You had no option other than going but you’d be anywhere than at a party right now. But maybe some commotion of drunk university students and blasting music could take your thoughts away for some time.

However, first there was another task to be taken care of! You searched ‘Moon Industries’ on naver. There were numerous articles praising their new successful new ventures. You opened their official website, the list of board of directors and associates was not too long. The photo of head director looked too familiar. Maybe it was that short man. And then him. There was no photo but his name was written just few places below moon tail. Taeyong was not bluffing. Nakamoto was an important name and maybe everyone there was, however, it was beyond your intellect as how they managed to do it. There was no way out now. One thing that wasn’t adding up was the properties .your brainwaves couldn’t find a conclusion to those. There was no reason for him to do that when you weren’t left with any choice ultimately. Maybe you’ll find out tomorrow.

You got out of clothes that adorned your body since yesterday. Their smell was enough to make you gag. How could someone fell asleep in these! The cold water of the shower eased your mind fairly. Your eyes were drooping again but sleeping would do you no good. You could run away from your problem like everybody else. Just this once. After showering, you took a brief look at your wardrobe. It was just a college party, with same people so dressing up to impress them was out of tone for you. Not that you were dolling up anyways. You could just wear your pyjama and still outshine any flashy titties out there. At least that’s what kookie and gyeom had been feeding you till now. You took out a black full sleeve v- neck blouse with white shorts. It hugged your upper body tightly leaving just enough space for some air. You looked good and felt good too. Being in no mood to do makeup, you opted for a nude lip to complete your look. You wore the bracelet that you were not supposed to part with but out of habit, you had removed it earlier to shower. Now it adorned your wrist again. It was a band. A gift by taeyong. The bracelet was a tracking device, not that jaemin wasn’t hacking your phone already but they needed to be double sure, just in case. Not like you were going to rant them out. you felt like Taeyong’s threatening voice would never leave your ears.

Yugyeom’s call replaced the voice. They were already waiting for you. You decided to drown yourself in alcohol for one day and enjoy with your friends. The party was at nearby club situated at 10 min distance. Your dorm was nearer to the gates so it was always easy to go out. Slipping into your shoes, you made your way out.

“You will regret this, taeyong” though yuta didn’t show in front of you in basement, he was furious at taeyong for making his life decisions. “First her and now this! the mistake I made was not that big. Slip ups happen with everyone here, including you. So why it’s only me, who’s getting –

“Not a slip up but a blunder yuta” taeyong fumed at him. “Last time, mark almost died because of you. It was my mistake I let it slide. You aren’t getting any more chances. My decision is final” his voice went deeper as he spoke.

“I regret it tae, you know it” his voice filled with guilt. “But don’t feed me the lies. This is not the only reason you’re doing this for. There is something you aren’t telling us”

“There might be. But you already know what you need to! So celebrate your month long vacation. Go to work with taeil hyung. She’s coming tomorrow again and we’ll discuss other matters with her. Be present here. Don’t disappear like you did in the morning.”

Yuta huffed and decided to leave instead of wasting his time on his leader.

“And leave your gun here”

“WHAT NOW?”

“Don’t shout and leave your gun. Corporates don’t carry guns in this country.” taeyong replied calmly, almost in a mocking tone. Yuta removed the gun from holster and handed it to taeyong before turning towards the door.

“Other one as well” taeyong demanded with a smirk.

“Huh, now you’ll ask for my dagger as well!” yuta sneered at him while removing the other pistol from back of the pants.

“I’m not that cruel, yu. Keep your sweetheart with you. It’ll remind you of the absence of your other toys.”. “And don’t forget. Tomorrow at 4. sharp.”

Instead of responding, yuta showed him a middle finger before actually going out.

Mark was standing at the end of the hallway, waiting for yuta already.

“What happened hyung?” he asked curiously.

“Nothing. You are going to be the best man in my wedding” yuta replied nonchalantly. But mark knew there was more to it. Yuta won’t settle down just because he was told to!

“To her?”

“Yeah, who else. Taeyong is getting short on his brain. We might need to replace him soon” he joked but mark could see right past him.

“Hyung. What are you thinking?” he asked cautiously in a scared tone.

“Ruin her life. I’ll make her regret being alive.”

And yuta walked away, leaving worried mark behind him. He didn’t go after him. He knew better not to.

The party was at full blast when you reached. It was always a nice change watching studious snu students washing away their worries. Your soulmates were nowhere to be found but you spotted chelin sitting with her friends on the stairs. It seemed like everyone who knew was there. Your classmates, juniors. Club was filled with students of all ages. Being multi-storey with a parking lot and near the uni., these factors were enough for making it a perfect party spot. After talking to a few fellow classmates, you went upstairs, brushing past chain’s group, who seemed to be too drunk to notice you. There were Jungkook and yugyeom with few others sports physiotherapy students. Being master’s students, you all just went to parties for alcohol and hook-ups and nothing else. And that’s what you were planning to do from the start.

“y/l/n” as yugyeom noticed you, he and Jungkook ran to give you a bear hug.

“I don’t want to smell your armpits, losers. Get away” you huffed while struggling in their tight grip.

“sowwyyyy, we forgot you are under average” jungkook teased you, gyeom giving him a hifi in return.

“You both are so damn irritating.”

“We adore you too, darling” Jungkook knew how much you hated being called that. But alcohol in his system was making him daring. After giving a fist hit to his gut, which did nothing to his sculptured abs, you made your way to the drinks. One, two, three, and within 5 minutes you had enough alcohol in your system to provide much needed numbness to your brain.

“Whoa shortie, what’s with you today? At least wait for us to join you.” kook chimed in with another nickname you hated with your guts.

“You both are already drunk, meaning kook your boyfriend is here and gyeom, your girlfriend. You both are going to forget me in few minutes anyway.”

As if on cue, yugyeom’s girl yeong came into view, giving you a proper hug.

“I’m so sorry y/n, but we have to go. Our department has to work for the fundraiser tomorrow and I’m a designated driver here.” she explained sheepishly. Not like you were dying to talk to them today. The loner, the better.

“Plz take them away. I’ll send you a thank you card tomorrow for your act of kindness.” you said sarcastically, resulting in both of them making faces at you.

“Bye y/n we’ll mwisss uuu” Jungkook lunged at you with a back breaking hug. Then came gyeom and in a minute they were both out of your sight.

Those being out of your way meant no one was there to stop you. Once your body was flooding in alcohol, You made your way to the dance floor. You loved music and dancing came mechanically with that. You were swaying your body, mingling with the music when you felt a pair of hands controlling your movements. You accepted his well-known touch. You both moved side to side for a few minutes before he impatiently lead you towards the back of the club. He was always an eager one, not that you ever denied him. Noticing few people already in each others faces, he moved to the other side, heading towards the car parking. Sprinting towards his car, he hurriedly opened the back car door to lead you in.

“Not here, wonwoo.” he viewed you with his raised brow. “Back!”

“Who am I to refuse you, baby” he said, directing you towards the trunk. He opened it with one swift motion. His legs were swinging outside as he sat on the edge. Pulling you towards him, he kissed you hungrily like hadn’t feasted on you a few days ago. Wonwoo loved your touch, and same was the case with you. That was it, nothing more to description.

“Looks like someone missed me” you whispered in between the kisses.

“You are at a perfect height for me here. God, why didn’t I think of this earlier” and kept attacking your lips until they were plump enough to satisfy him. His tongue asked for entrance, which your lips provided without any hesitation. Your hands were mingled in his hair tugging at the hair roots, earning few groans from him. Somewhere while kissing, you ended up on his right thigh which you were roughly grinding by now.

“As much as I would love you to cum on my thigh, I want to take you raw. So please be patient” he requested while stopping your movements with one hand. His other hand was caressing your back and waist, making you bite him on his lips.

“Shit, you can’t wait huh” he jested at you. he dropped you on your feet, one hand resting against your wet core from behind, other angling your neck to place wet kisses on your collarbones. You whimpered and squirmed against his touch. He had that effect on you. You weren’t sure what drew you both back towards each other after each week but the pull was compelling to you.

After gratified with his artwork he stood up to replace your positions. You were now sitting on edge while he towered over you. Hastily your hand went to remove his belt but seeing you struggling, he took up the task for himself. You removed your own shorts in meantime and placed them where his pants were now. Fortunately for others, the party inside was still lively to engage them and there was no fear of getting caught, not that wonwoo cared. He could take you anytime, anywhere.

He had to lower himself to hold you but he was so used to it by now. Without a warning, he slided you towards his standing body to kiss you ravenously. Your hands did their work on his boxers and started pumping his already hard length. No words were spoken as your silky underwear was removed from your hips. He backed you against the surface to the point you were lying down, his hand on back of your head to support you. His length slipped into you making you whimper loudly. He was big, from everywhere. Skin slapping was the only sound that could be heard in the quite parking lot at this hour of night. His hand on your hip was holding you tight, your legs wrapped around his waist while he fucked and kissed you in his brute mode. If it was not for his arms, you’d have collapsed then and there.

“Fuck y/n. how can you be so tight” he hissed against your lips.

“Shut u-up.” your voice got stuck in your throat. The only thing in your control were your hands on wonwoo’s nape, holding him towards you. The muscles in your abdomen, which could be felt by him, went stiff, your back arching at familiar sensation. His own kisses went sloppier indicating he was also closer. You both released at the same time, warm liquid spilling out of your conjoined bodies. He placed a sweet kiss on your forehead before removing himself from you.

Before you could touch your panties stuck between your legs, he stopped you.

“Wait lemme find something to clean you up” he quickly got dressed, while you sat there with your intertwined legs. He came back from front with a handkerchief. He cleaned you before helping you with your shorts. You were glad for wearing loose shorts as they were easy to transfer with your shoes. With his arm on upper side of trunk, his hunched figure stared you down suspiciously.

“What’s up with you today?”

Not him as well.

“Nothing, I overslept and I’m still tired. So I’ll be going now.” you declared implying that you won’t tell him.

“Okay, as you say. Are you free next Friday though” he asked taking his chances. Again.

“Don’t start again woo? At least you can leave me in peace. I’m going .bye bye. See you after finals. maybe.” you slipped away from under his arm towards the gate of parking lot, only looking behind to wave him goodbye. His followed suit.

You were gone but he’d never stopped trying.

You mentally thanked your friends for giving you an invite as many things were clear in your head now. It was definitely the alcohol and wonwoo but you were much calmer now.

A ping.

Jaemin: don’t forget about tomorrow, noona. Taeyong hyung told me to remind you.

You scoffed at his text. Noona. Some overhyped kid he was!

But his message made you understand that all this was permanent. Sober you or drunken,Your life was changing forever. The tomorrow you were waiting till now was altered.

You went home with same dejection. Taeyong’s last words echoing in your head.

“Life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can. It is the only secret for living a regretless life.”

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kyber-crystal · 4 years

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➳ good enough || s.r.

summary: after a long week you’re left completely exhausted. steve comforts you and helps you unwind.

words: ~1.6k

warnings: slight mentions of violence, angst, angst-to-fluff, a lil friends-to-lovers (i’m SORRY literally all of my oneshots are some variation of this but i just can’t resist), minor age gap? (if you call 5 years a lot). also civil war happened but they resolved it so 2017 au teeheeeeee

a/n: this sucked omg. why is my writing going downhill. also this is a red-room-turned-agent-reader who helped steve adjust when he came out of the ice bc i love cliche love backstories hehe...i tried to be very descriptive here but that failed oops. this is prolly one of my worst fics ever (it’s unedited) but my other one got deleted so i’m uploading this in its place!

Steve knew something was wrong the minute you came back from your mission. You always acted a bit off the first few days following your return, but for some reason, today seemed different. For the past week you'd been blatantly avoiding his gaze, refusing to meet his eye unless forced to.

You don’t even return Sam and Bucky’s sarcastic one-liners - and you always make sure to send a cheesy joke right back at them. It’s not typical for you to be so quiet and reserved like this; frankly, it scared him.

He knows that as a former Red Room assassin, you never had it easy. As the youngest of the twenty-eight dancer-disguised warriors, you were merely eight years old when you were admitted (Natasha was thirteen). At eight, there was much you didn’t know. You were naive, easily shaped to conform to the strict rules they’d set out for you.

But despite all the hell you’d gone through in the past, you managed to find it in your heart to forgive and create a compassionate nature towards others. Especially him. He always wondered what he deserved to get someone like you-- he felt more than lucky to have you in his life.

It was 4 a.m, and his insomnia was at its worst. It had peaked ever since he’d come out of the ice - he was 27, had so much of his life before him before it was abruptly put to a stop. But then he met you, with your warm eyes and kind smile that was such a sharp contrast to the girl you used to be.

The sound of muffled shouts coming from across the compound makes him look up - he sets down his mug of coffee and immediately heads down the hall to see what’s going on.

Steve carefully pushed open the glass doors to the training facility, seeing you standing in front of a punching bag and attacking the hell out of it with an almost murderous look in your eyes - one he’d never seen before. The tape around your knuckles were splattered with your crimson blood. Despite the dim lighting, he could see the outlines of fresh bruises all over your arms and shoulders. The sight made bile rise up in his throat. He felt his heart break.

Every heavy blow of your fists was accompanied by a ground-shaking boom that echoed across the gym, unleashing the monster trapped inside. You pick up the pace and increase your speed, channelling all your pent-up anger and frustration and guilt into what you were doing.

It hurts. You would give anything to get rid of the pain. It hurts like hell, but you would trade living a regret-ridden life for a guilt-free one in a heartbeat if that’s what it takes. Besides, you’ve experienced far worse before-- six-inch knife wounds, bullets to the abdomen and upper arms, broken ribs and noses. This should be a walk in the park.

The concerned super-soldier stood several feet away and observed you, silently watching you murdering the poor punching bag that’s barely withholding all the fury you’ve poured into pummeling it; it was about to burst at the seams.

“Y/N.” You didn’t hear him and kept going, so he repeated himself again. “Y/N.”

“What?” you snapped, keeping your gaze trained in front of you. “What the hell do you want?”

“Shouldn’t you be in bed? It’s late. What’s keeping you up at this hour?”

“Nothing,” you replied plainly, but he caught the brief flash of a grief-stricken look cross over your expression and your eyes glaze over, “I’m fine. Leave me alone.”

“You clearly aren’t. Y/N, talk to me. Please.”

“I told you, I’m,” you increased the force of your fists with each word you spoke, as you felt your eyes stinging, “just, fine!”

“Y/N...” he whispered, so softly, as if he was afraid he’d break you with a single sentence.

That was the last straw. The tears spilled over. Your vision began to blur as you didn’t even bother to wipe them away. The broad-shouldered super-soldier, your fists, and the punching bag and everything insight are turned into blurry, shapeless blobs. You try blinking them away but it was no use; but you keep going.

“Please tell me what’s going on. Tell me what’s wrong...please don’t shut me out. I only want to help.”

“Leave me alone,” you repeated with a growl, arms now aching with the pain of a thousand tiny needles. But he doesn’t, and he stays firmly rooted in his place. You hastily wiped at your nose with your hands. “For gods’ sake, Rogers, leave,” smack “me,” smack “alone.”

Your last punch was so hard the walls shook and caused Steve to take a step back in alarm. But after that, all the fight is gone from you. Your knees buckle from underneath you and your shoulders slump in defeat and you crumble to the floor. A sound so raw and hoarse escapes your lips and it sounds nothing near human.

The metallic scent of blood mixed with your salty tears and sweat overwhelms your senses and makes your head spin. Suddenly the act of taking in a single breath seems impossible and your chest tightens, preventing you from being able to breathe properly.

The ever-so-fragile wall that had been struggling to hold your tears at bay finally broke.

Heaving, wrenching sobs clawed their way up your throat and tore through your already weary heart - escaping in broken, agonized cries and heart-wrenching howls that make Steve feel like his heart is deliberately shattering into a million, tiny fragments of glass. He doesn’t know what to do because for the first time in his life, the woman he’s always seen with her head held high and an unmatched confidence that could almost put the President to shame was vulnerable, letting it all out at once.

Steve doesn’t ask any questions nor does he push to to speak up, but silently comes over to you and wraps you into a tight hug, cradling you against his chest. Your arms find their way around his torso, pressing your forehead against the soft cotton of his T-shirt as his free hand makes a gentle trek up and down your back.

As if you were a delicate flower, he carefully brought your head closer and pressed a kiss to your temple, letting his lips linger for a second longer than normal to reassure you. To reassure you that everything would in fact, be okay. Because he was there.

“Don’t leave me...please don’t leave me,” you choked out as he tightened his hold on you. “Please don’t leave.”

“I won’t, darling, I promise,” he cooed, lips brushing against your forehead, “it’s okay. I’m here. You’re okay, we’re okay. Everything’s gonna be just fine.”

Then, the suffocating pressure is eased off your chest, little by little. You began sinking into the comfort of his warm arms and soothing words. And with his reminder that you didn’t have to go through hell and back alone, because he’d be there, you began to heal.

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ONE YEAR LATER

“...Joining the Avengers has been one hell of a ride. I went through hell and back, had my fair share of ups and downs and fought in countless wars. But along the way I’ve been blessed with the privilege of getting a built-in second family and making some of the best friends I’ve had in my life. I met my soulmate.” Steve gazed down at you warmly as you spoke, “I honestly had no idea things would ever work out like this but now, I can’t imagine a life without knowing who all these amazing people are.

“It’s been 15 months since the day he saved me.” Everyone immediately fell silent. "I had hit a very, very low point in my life and I was just about ready to give up. It was like I was screaming into a void and nobody was there to catch me when I fell. I felt so helpless and lost. Stuck. If Steve hadn’t come along at the time he did...I don’t know what would’ve have happened instead. So, Steve...I want to thank you...for everything. I can’t even begin to list all the things you’ve sacrificed or done for my sake and I owe you. From this point forward I promise to always stick by your side no matter how rough things get. I promise to love you at your best and your worst; whenever you need me I’ll always be here. No amount of anything I do will ever match what you’ve done, but I can promise you this: I’ll love you until the day I die, ‘til death do us part.

“’Till death do us part,” Steve repeated, smiling through the tears in his eyes. “God, I love you.”

You broke into a gorgeous grin that had him weak at the knees. “I love you too.”

“The rings, please,” Fury nodded over in Peter’s direction, and the teenager handed them over to the two of you. “Agent Y/N Y/L/N, do you take Captain Steven Grant Rogers to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do,” you said softly, as you put on Steve’s ring.

He turned to the super-soldier. “And Captain Steven Grant Rogers, do you take Agent Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

Steve took your hand in his and slid the diamond ring over your finger, “I do.”

“Very well, then,” Fury smiled widely, a rare sight. “You may now kiss your bride.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Steve rushed forward and pulled you close, dipping you down low before bringing you back up and kissing you passionately.

His warm lips serving as a reminder of all that you still had left to live for, that you had so much of your life ahead of you. A life with him.

...

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eveenstar · 3 years

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𝑩𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 [𝑨 𝑨𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑯𝒖𝒙 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑲𝒚𝒍𝒐 𝑹𝒆𝒏 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 || 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒛𝒆𝒏 𝑨𝑼]

||➸𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈: 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐡 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐨||

Summary: After your sister's coronation, you hoped destiny had bigger plans for you. With the arrival of the king of Alderaan, you finally feel like your life will turn into a fairytale after so many years of being isolated. Maybe you shouldn've have been so hopeful. But not everyone gets a happy ending, and maybe the answers you seek are right down the hallway.

Tags/Warnings: Mention of parents death.

Author's note: Hello, here it is! First chapter! Before we begin, let me explain a few things bc this will get a bit confusing: Rey and (Y/N) are princesses of Naboo just because of Palpatine and Kylo Ren/Ben Solo is the king of Alderaan. Now I know this doesn't make any sense and I'm terribly sorry for it, but it was the only way it worked for me. Also got inspiration from the Broadway Frozen musical bc it's simply amazing ♡ If you want to be in the taglist, just say so! Hope y'all enjoy! ✨

Taglist: @girl-next-door-writes

"Princess?"

"Uhm-hn"

"Princess (Y/N)?"

"Ahn-ah ahm yes, I am awake, yes," You blinked twice before shutting your eyes close again as the light bothered your sleep. It didn't matter, as your handmaid kept poking your arm. "What, what's wrong?"

"It's your sister's coronation day, your highness."

"Of course, yes," You sleepily chuckled, hugging your pillow for more warmth and comfort.

Your sister's coronation

Rey's coronation

You jumped in alarm, falling off your bed with a loud thund and scaring the handmaid, who immediately tried to help you get up, "It's my sister coronation day! Oh dear stars! I can't believe it!"

It was indeed your oldest sister's, Rey, big day. It was her coronation. After the death of your parents, your grandfather Sheev Palpatine promised to take charge until the young queen was of age. For some strange reason, Palpatine ordered for the palace gates to be closed, no parties, no visitors, nothing. You didn't understand why, and to make things worse, your grandfather refused to explain it.

So, for a very long time, you lost contact with any living being besides droids, Palpatine and Ylvir, the handmaid. If lucky, you'll catch glimpses of your sister here and there, but she doesn't spare you a minute of her time.

It is time that changes.

"You look delightful, your highness!" Ylvir smiled at you as she happily clapped. She was, in fact, the only person you grew up with. She was your mother's handmaid, now yours, and perhaps the most kind woman you'd met besides your mother.

"Thank you," You retributed the smile and walked to the large window. The gates remained closed for now, but you could feel the anxiety of the whole city for them to finally open after so many years. "Ylvir, do we have any important visitors today?"

"Oh yes, we have the arrival of the king of Alderaan." You immediately turned around with widen eyes. You'd heard of him before, the royalty of Alderaan is...complicated. You were forbidden to speak about it, only to respect the new king when the time comes and not mention his dead name. A tall, dark-haired man that apparently can kill with one look only.

Ben Solo.

"Kylo Ren? Oh dear stars, this will be a disaster." You gasped, but with positive thoughts Ylvir grabbed your hands on hers and kept her smile. Her sweet, motherly smile.

"Princess, I assure you everything will be fine. Just be yourself."

"I bet Bee-Bee that I will spill my drink on him." Your droid, Bee-Bee, made a surprised sound behind you. "Sorry!"

Truly, having the gates open was a dream come true. But, you couldn't deny yourself the truth: terrified. You were beyond scared and anxious for today. You have no sociable skills, and the parties you attended before your parents death were few so the only skill you had was smile and wave.

For a long time, you felt caged in like a animal. Rey was your grandfather's Palpatine favorite, of course, she was destined to become queen. At least, your parents never did that, no, they treated you as equals. For some reason, you couldn't deny that there was something about Rey that was different.

The whispers in the walls.

You can hear them sometimes, ocasionally they last for countless days. In a language lost to time, one you cannot even begin to comprehend, but seems so familiar. Like you've heard it before somewhere, on a long forgotten dream. They bother you, they bother because you can feel their energy. You can feel the darkness within. The monsters someone kept buried for so long it began to eat them from the inside out.

Sometimes, you think they come from the red door. The door that separates you from your dear sister. The door that was closed on your face and the beginning of your solitude. You hate that door, in fact, you began to despise red because of it. The things you heard from there...terrible things. Things you can't see or speak about. Palpatine knows you know. It's like a mutual secret, like he's waiting for your move. But you won't make it. And he knows you won't.

After all, why would you? What is there for you in the world without them? Without your precious little kingdom? So you kept silence, you pretended you never heard anything. Nothing. Not even a needle falling to the ground.

You felt suffocated, so this coronation was your best shot to try to get out of here. Maybe...meet the one. Oh yes, you wondered if there was someone for you in this galaxy. You wondered how tall they were, how their personality was like, their life, their own stories...At least you had Bee-Bee to talk about it. He was your best friend since forever, and has the energy of a child.

And so it begans, the coronation.

And, to nobody's surprise, you are late to it.

You sprinted as fast as you could in your dress, down the hallways. At least there was little staff around (which your grandfather hired again) for you to be embarrassed. Running in heels was horrendous, you felt like your feet were being poked with needles (maybe that's an exaggeration of your end) every time they hit the ground in a rush. How did you make such a mistake, getting late to the event you've been planning for years? No, you didn't overslept, you were, once more, in one of your enormous dialogues with Bee-Bee (of course, not pretending you were the one being coronated today at all) and lost track of time. You bet you won't hear the end of it from your grandfather, and how you dared to arrive late in front of such important guests. Including the king of Alderaan.

Oh stars, the king of Al-

"Uf!" You face-slammed against something, or someone (who's tall as a tree, in your opinion) and fell on your back, thanks to the horrible heels, with a loud uff. Your dress now looked like a ball of fabrics on top of more expensive fabrics.

"Beg your pardon, my lady, I was not on my-"

"I'm so sorry, completely my mistake, I shouldn't have-oh." Your eyes fell upon the tall, dark-haired man who stared back at you with his deep, coal black eyes. You felt the embarassement arriving on your cheeks as you came to realize who you had just slammed against; the mighty Kylo Ren, king of Alderaan. "Hi, I mean, I'm so sorry, your majesty."

With the easiest pull, Kylo helped you back on your feet, you lowered your head as you pretended to clean your dress while mumbling another apology. Your grandfather will kill you after this.

"This is so awkward..."

You looked up and saw him tilting his head a bit while staring at you. Then you realized you did say that out loud, how wonderful, just to make everything better.

"I mean, not that you're awkward, I am. Dear stars, I'm sorry, your majesty."

Maybe jumping out of the large windows right next to you two would be an easiest escape of here. Why is he even staring at you that way? Oh please, you hope he's not planning some way of k-

"I'm sorry, I'm princess (Y/N) of Naboo."

"Princess? My lady." As if you took him by surprise, Kylo Ren bowed before you, but you quickly rushed to stop whatever he was thinking you were.

"Oh please, no, no, I'm not that princess. My sister Rey is the queen, I'm just...me." You left a tense chuckle in the end, trying to ease the situation to your side and now pass as the idiot, younger sister you may as well actually be. Kylo kept his stare, but you saw the corner of his lips twitch, maybe into a tiny smile?

"Just...you?"

"Yes, uh, not that I'm complaining, no, the dresses and food are amazing and," He raised an eyebrow, probably thinking you were insane. "I'm sorry, I'm not making any sense, I should probably go before it's too late!"

As you made your way past him as graceful as you could to still save some of the dignity you had left, the king grabbed your hand and twisted you around.

"Wait, princess oh I'm just me," You knew he was mocking you with that, but not in a mean way, no, in a friendly way. A way that made your heart jump to your throat and almost past your lips as his large hand covered yours. "Will I see you again?"

You blinked before answering, not knowing what to reply to that. Yes, maybe, definitely, you hope so.

"Of course."

With that, he smiled and let you go. It looked like he was about to add something else, as his hand pointed to something behind him but the moment you heard bells ring, your mind finally reminded you why you were running in the first place.

"Oh stars, I'm sorry, your majesty. I must go if I want to arrive to the ball!"

You didn't even look back as you rushed again, but not containing the smile that crippled upon your face with tremendous joy.

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wordsbynathan · 4 years

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WIP INTRO

title: Peel

genre: queer fantasy/sci-fi

category: young adult

setting: Wisteria, NY; present day

POV: dual 1st person present

status: drafting

themes+tropes: family, identity, mental health, generational trauma, found family and friendship, autonomy, queer relationships

vibes: a plane blinks out of existence; the spiral of a blood orange peel; paint swatches tacked to a corkboard; scoops of ice cream piled so high they should topple; dusty basements with old tomes and articles that expose horrendous truths; trashcans full of chewing gum wrappers; interlocked fingers tugged apart by cosmic forces

one-line pitch: angsty gays accidentally discover inter-dimensional travel

epigraph:

"Someone said the sky is falling, tell me, is it true? Everything's alright when I'm with you Let's just stay asleep 'Cause when I sleep, I still can hear you Let's just stay asleep" —Ingrid Michaelson, "Mother"

(synopsis, characters, and excerpts under the read more)

synopsis:

Fletcher Kaplan's life isn't perfect, but until the final semester of high school, at least it's normal. He works hard for his grades, has a boyfriend who loves him and a great relationship with his single father. But when he wakes up exactly eighteen years after their move from Pakistan to the United States with the echoes of a nightmare ringing in his ears, he starts to question his reality. He wonders if the story he's been told about his mother's death is all true, but more pressing is the fact that Fletcher starts to see things, think things, and he's too afraid to tell Ellison for fear of scaring him away. When the eccentric and intimidating Corinne approaches him and validates what he's been experiencing, Fletcher decides to put his trust in her. As soon as they start to get answers, everything seems to come crashing down around them.

Ellison Moon has it all. His family may fight and his sister Astrid may be challenging to get along with, but they're ultimately a tight-knit unit. He's the captain of the Wisteria High basketball team and it looks like he may be leading the team to their first championship win in years. Most importantly, he has Fletcher, who he loves. In fact, Fletcher has no idea how much Ellison loves him because he's terrified of how deeply he feels. When Fletcher starts to act mysterious and even lie to Ellison, he attempts at first to ignore it but finds this impossible. He wants to be with Fletcher forever, but more and more it feels like Fletcher is going where Ellison can't follow. In the wake of an earth-shaking trauma, Ellison's internal world collapses and he uses up all of his emotions; with newfound clarity he realizes he can follow Fletcher forever, but in doing so he opens the door to chaotic impossibility.

main characters:

Fletcher Kaplan—POV • 18 • Intelligent • Dreamer • Nostalgic • Anchor

Fletcher is used to moving around due to the fact that his father is almost always in the market for a new job, but he's been blessed with the opportunity to finish all four years at the same high school. Despite this being the first time he feels like he can actually plant roots, he only really has two friends: his father and Ellison, Fletcher's boyfriend. Not until existence begins to crumble does Fletcher realize the importance of reaching out and grabbing tight to other hands. Until then, he fights off stray thoughts that feel like they're coming from an external source and hopes he can prevent his tiny family from slipping through the cracks of this reality. And the next.

Ellison Moon—POV • 18 • Loyal • Restless • Cunning • Stubborn

Ellison is one of four members of the iconic Moon clan—a family to end all families in Wisteria. Though he's well-mannered, he has a rebellious streak; Ellison's always chewing on something to soothe his fidgety nerves, and he does all he can to find loopholes in his parents' rules. As an openly gay athlete, he has influence in multiple worlds and commands respect with the combination of his athletic talent and goofy but warm demeanor. When Ellison feels, he feels deeply (often to a fault), and he does all he can to hide his weak spots.

Corinne Stetson—17 • Wise • Savvy • Eccentric • Analytical

Corinne is the class weirdo, but nobody would dare make fun of her. She's bizarre but insanely intelligent, and it's a wonder why she hasn't skipped a grade or two. Her deep red hair is littered with streaks of bleach blonde and there are rumors that she hides sharp objects in her fiery mane. She becomes an unexpected spiritual guide for Fletcher, as she has a useful brand of otherworldly knowledge that he lacks. As their paths converge, she comes to realize that Fletcher has plenty to offer himself, if she can just get herself to open up and let somebody in.

Astrid Moon—16 • Witty • Headstrong • Artistic • Persuasive

Despite the fact that he's a complete idiot, Ellison is still the perfect son, a standard Astrid feels she can't live up to. So she'll let Ellison be the favorite and follow her own path, piercing her ears with safety pins and cutting her hair in the mirror, dressing in all black some days and in pink the next. There's nothing Astrid values more than bodily autonomy and a girl's right to make her own choices. This is what draws her to Corinne like a moth to a crimson flame; she helps Astrid see her potential, and it becomes clear that Astrid has a bigger role to play in their lives than she could have imagined.

~*~*~*~*~

excerpts:

It’s as if the plane never existed.

Then, there’s some kind of hiccup and it’s back. I force my eyes shut and open them wide, repeat this, try to make sense of what I just saw.

Far away, the birds dip below my line of sight.

Goldenreed is only ten minutes away, but it almost feels like you could pack a whole live into that time if you just figure out how to measure it correctly.

The cafeteria chatter drones on around us, the excited buzzing of teenagers who have no idea that they’re hurtling through existence on an infinite orange peel that’s blighted at the end.

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k1nky-fool · 3 years

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In Loving Memory of Old Friends

Mirio Togata birthday fic

Platonic one-shot with my OC Shizune Kiokuro as his teacher.

Rating: Teen

Warnings: not beta read, bittersweet angst, mentions of death, Kirishima and Ururaka share a braincell.

Taglist: none, but feel free to PM me if you want to be tagged in one-shots for specific characters.

Mirio usually had a birthday party. For the past two years of high school, he would host it at his house and invite his whole class, plus some other friends he'd met in his work study. The occasional pro hero would stop by with a gift, but usually had to leave fast because of a busy schedule.

Last year he remembered Sir Nighteye arriving when the party was beginning to slow. He dropped off two gifts. One from him, and another from the pro hero Spectre, a stealth hero that nobody knew who she really was, but supposedly Mirio had already met her. Tamaki had managed to get one of the small restaurants that Fatgum sponsored to cater the party, and the BMI hero himself stopped by to say hello. Several of his teachers had also made appearances.

Though, this year, Mirio didn't plan a party. A lot had happened this year, and as much as he hated to admit it, the whole thing left him tired. This year, Mirio was content just having a night in with a friend or two.

Most of the 3rd year dorm had gone home for the break. But as soon as he arrived back in the commonroom, he was met with a surprise.

"Happy birthday, Mirio!" The group cheered. It wasn't many, but he knew everyone there. Tamaki and Nejire must have planned the surprise get together. Midoriya, Ururaka, Asui, and Kirishima tagged along as well. And of course Aizawa had brought Eri along as well.

The last person he noticed took him a bit longer to recognize, but he did. The pro her Spectre, or Ms. Kiokuro as his class knew her as. His instinct was to feel bad that he forgot her so easily, especially since he knew her well, but he had to remind himself thats just how her quirk works. She worked at the Nighteye agency, which was actually where he met her in his second year. She even showed up with him last year, but of course he didn't remember it until now.

"Aw! Thank you all! I knew you wouldn't forget." He laughed.

"Well we couldn't let you go all day without celebrating!" Nejire argued. "Now come on! Eri and I made cake."

The group enjoyed the cake, and moved on to presents. "Mr. Aizawa helped me pick it out!" Eri offered hers first, which he couldn't argue with.

He undid the wrapping and found a set of pins, all laid out on a homemade collection. All of them had a symbol of some kind of hero that Mirio had worked with. Including the new student heroes that were with him now.

The Sir Nighteye pin caught his attention, and he still felt that hurtful pang in his heart, but shook it off. "Oh wow, where did you even find all these?"

"Ms. Spectre and Mr. Aizawa took me to the mall and we found all of the pins." Eri explained shyly.

"Well I love them. Thank you Eri." He said. "Wow, you even found a Spectre pin. I didn't know you had merch Ms. Kiokuro."

She smiled awkwardly, running a hand through a neon green mohawk. "Well, people like the idea of the unexplained, so I let a few people sell my logo. But Eri saw it and insisted, along with the Eraserhead pin."

They went through presents one by one. Ururaka and Kirishima had a laugh when they realized they'd gotten him the same new Sun Eater figurine, which Tamaki was in a blushing mess about.

Tamaki himself, and Midoriya pitched in together and bought him a video game he'd been looking forward to. He remembered telling them both about it, and they seemed to communicate a little better than Kirishima and Ururaka did.

Nejire got him a box of various candies from around the world. Each one of them made him more excited to try the next one.

Asui got him two tickets to an amusement park, to take someone with him. He had wanted to go for a while now, but didn't quite get the opportunity with his busy school and work schedule.

Aizawa for the most part stayed back with Kiokuro. Both of them talked to each other as the party went on, but he did offer a gift. It was a nice and comfortable jacket, which was odd to receive in the middle of July, but it would be useful in the second semester.

The only one that didn't offer a gift was Ms. Kiokuro, but he wasn't about to ask. Maybe she only had time to help Eri pick out her gift, and had to work a lot. He knew she'd been busy keeping her employing agency functioning, especially with Sir Nighteye gone.

Now was not the time. He had a party to participate in. Mirio didn't want to be sad in front of everyone right now.

Eventually the party died down. Eri had to go to bed, and the first years had to go back to their own dorms before curfew. Nejire and Tamaki bid him good night.

Mirio made his way back to his own room. He was happy all his friends were here, even if some he wished could have been here, weren't.

It hurt to say goodbye. And it hurt even more to be reminded that he would never see him again. Sir had walked him through his very first steps in becoming a hero, and now he walked alone.

Mirio's attention was caught by a light tapping on his balcony glass door. He pulled back the curtain to see Spectre in her hero suit, leaning against the balcony railing. Suddenly he was reminded that she had slipped away from the party right after presents were done. And that this was a move she pulled frequently with Sir when his office door was locked and they were debriefing from a criminal incident.

He opened the door, inviting her in. "Ms. Kiokuro! I didn't notice you sneaking off."

She shrugged, stepping into the room and taking the voice changing mask off her face. "A perk of the quirk." She said. "I didn't want to leave so quietly, but I've been busy at the agency and closing up the investigation."

The mention of it made his heart drop again, but he kept his smile up. "I figured. To be honest I'm amazed you've been handling it all on your own. I'd be more than happy to help you out at the agency."

"I'll keep that in mind, but for now, I want to give you time to rest, Togata." Kiokuro explained. "I know it hurts. And you shouldn't have to rush the mourning process just because of the mess that happens because a loved one dies."

"And what about you, then? You have to do all this alone because you just want to give me time to mourn. This is your time too, Ms. Kiokuro." Mirio objected. "Just because everyone forgets you doesn't mean you should have to forget him faster than everyone else."

He was left surprised at his own outburst, but Kiokuro wasn't for some reason. She simply smiled, taking something out of her bag, and offering it to him. "This is for you." It was a small box, wrapped like a present. "It's a special gift, but I saw the way you reacted to the pins, and I figured you might not want to open this one in front of everyone."

He cautiously took the present from her, carefully unwrapping it and noting that it was a picture frame, but there was an envelope covering the glass at first.

"The note is just so you don't forget I gave it to you. Along with some choice words that you might want to remember." Kiokuro explained. "But really, I just wanted to give you something more personal to remember him by."

Mirio set the envelope down on his desk, to see the picture beneath. The photo wasn't expertly taken. The scene wasn't entirely in focus, and the dim lighting in whatever bar this was taken in made the flash of the camera stand out. But he couldn't mistake who it was.

The photo was of Sir Nighteye and Spectre, but both were more casual than Mirio had ever seen them. His hair was messy and his shirt was partially unbuttoned. Both were also quite a bit younger. Kiokuro looked to be in her early twenties, which meant Sir had to have been around twenty-eight. His arms were wrapped around Kiokuro's middle as she sat on his lap, hugging him around his shoulders and grinning from ear to ear.

But what stood out the most in the picture was that Sir was smiling. More than likely laughing at something that was said as his attention was on Kiokuro.

"I know there aren't many photos of Mirai, because he didn't like appearing in front of cameras. He was always really camera shy." She said. "Even if you searched for years, you probably couldn't find a picture of him smiling. And since you of all people know what it was like to see him smile, I figured you deserved to have something to remember him like that."

Mirio was on the verge of tears, but was stopping himself from crying. "They couldn't even find a photo of him happy for the funeral." He remembered.

"That picture was taken at the celebration of him finally being able to open The Sir Nighteye Hero Agency." She offered the context. "Centipeder was actually the one that took the photo. He took it right after I gave Mirai my application to work under the Nighteye agency."

So that's what he was so happy about. Though there was something about this picture that raised a question for Mirio. Especially since she called Sir Nighteye by his first name. "He was more than just a friend to you, wasn't he?"

It looked like Kiokuro was about to give him the slip when he asked her, but she stopped dead in her tracks. He could almost see her mind moving a mile a minute before she figured out what to say. "In some ways, yes. And more so back then, but not as much when he died. Since the beginning of this year, we kept our relationship professional and occasionally platonic."

"But neither of those when this picture was taken." He meant to say it like a question, but it didn't come out that way.

"Definitely not." She admitted.

"Then why are you trying to handle this alone?" He asked.

Kiokuro offered a smile. "I'm not alone, Togata." She said. "And neither are you."

Mirio watched her leave from the balcony and hop down the railings with expert moves, preserving his memory of the conversation for as long as he could see her.

It hurt to say goodbye to Sir. But maybe it wouldn't hurt as much to remember him like this.

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ediths · 4 years

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We Don’t Have To Be Ordinary

Pairing: Best Friend!Harry Styles x Reader (yeth it’s completely platonic)

Word Count: 859

Summary: You’ve always told Harry everything, which is exactly why you’re comfortable telling him about your sexuality.

Warning(s): reader is bi (don’t read if you’re just going to gripe about it, I don’t allow hate in any form and biphobia is not tolerated here)

A/N: This is my submission for the bificathon presented by the lovelies ( @bopbopstyles and @harrysclementines) I know it’s a little shortie but I liked the short and sweet idea jhfakljsd

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Harry had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. You had grown up with him, spending almost every possible moment with one another. You moved into the neighborhood at some point during elementary school. Was it third grade? Or no, maybe fourth? All you remember is that you were young and you were scared. Scared of leaving all your old friends behind and trying to make new ones. Scared of going to a new school that you could easily get lost in.

The day that you moved in, he walked right on over and asked if you wanted to come play with him. You obviously said yes, you weren’t a rude little kid. Plus, you thought that maybe he could be your first friend. He seemed cool, like he would be a good choice to be around. You went out into his yard to play random games until it was dark and your parents were yelling for you to come in.

And so started the friendship that was more important to you than all others. Which was a statement that you had proved many times, a plethora of which took place within the past few years.

There were times when you’d have friends that didn’t like him and you’d drop them the moment they started talking bad about him. You were a simple friend, and you made sure everyone knew it. Your only stipulation was that nobody could talk bad about anyone that you associate yourself with. In your opinion, there was no use in talking about someone in a rude way and you really didn’t like the drama of it all. So. If anyone did try to start something, they got blocked and you never even looked at them again.

Throughout your life, Harry had been the only person who had never said something out of the way to you. Sure, you had gotten into some arguments, but he had never judged you for the choices that you had made, or the people that you chose to associate yourself with. Even when the two of you got to high school and he started climbing to the top of the hierarchy known as popularity, he never once judged you for choosing to not tag along with him.

He respected your choices, never pushed you too far out of your comfort zone. And he never, ever left you to fend for yourself.

At one point, high school made you feel like the last fish in a pool full of sharks. All the boys had something to say about how there was no way you weren’t sleeping with Harry and that you probably opened your legs for him whenever he asked, which was bad enough by itself. But then, to top it off, all the girls hated you because, no matter what, he chose you over them.

You tried to make high school as simple as possible. You went to class, did your work, and then either went home or hung out with Harry. Throughout the entirety of the four years, he was the only person that continuously stayed by your side.

Which is why, the day before you both move into your dorms, you feel like it’s time to tell him the thing that you’ve never told anybody. You hadn’t even told your parents yet. But honestly, you trusted H more than your parents so it made quite a bit of sense to tell him first.

You had been trying to find the perfect moment to tell him, but none really seemed to present themselves, so you just decided to go for it. What is it that he’s always telling you to do? Live in the moment?

“H, I’m bi.” You blurt, wincing. There was definitely a better way to go about that, but oh well. It’s out there now.

“Alright.” He says, still packing the boxes into the car.

“Alright?” He puts the box down in the trunk and turns toward you.

“I mean, it doesn't change how I look at you. I still love you, you’re still my best friend.” He rushes to get out, realizing that just saying alright probably wasn’t the best choice. “The only thing that'll really change is that we’ll be openly fighting over the same girls.”

You scoff, “How do you know we even have the same taste in girls, Styles?”

“Because you actually have taste.” He says, as if it’s obvious. “If you had none, you wouldn’t like the ones that I do, but that’s not the case.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, you’ve picked a few that weren’t amazing.” You chuckle, remembering all the girls that he’s gossiped to you about that were definitely not that great.

“Oh shush, I don’t want to hear it.” He groans, knowing for a fact that you’re correct.

You smile, choosing not to say anything else. You climb into the car, content with how the conversation panned out. Now, you’re on your way to college. Lectures, parties, and the boys and the girls are awaiting, and you’re ready to start this next chapter of your life with your best friend by your side.

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oddshelbyout · 3 years

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Boy Next Door // Thomas Shelby X Fem!Reader

Summary: You sing every night in your room thinking nobody hears you but your next door neighbour does.

Word Count: 1270

Warnings: None

Taglist: @adramaticpotato, @captivatedbycillianmurphy

Author’s Note:

This is a pre-war fic, I need to say this in advance because there isn’t anything that tells you the time in the fic itself.

This is for my dearest Selin, she’s the only one who can actually bare my daily Shelby Family breakdowns.

I have a writer’s block and this was really hard to write because of that it’s pretty bad. I’m not happy with how it turned out at all. I hope you like it anyway <3

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You lived with your younger brother and your mother, your father had left you when your brother was born. You were new in the Small Heath. Your mother suggested that you should move so your brother could start school somewhere he won’t hear the gossip about his father.

You weren’t shy but ever since you moved there, you were. You didn’t know how to fit in a new city, a new town. You were intimidated by the feeling of being a foreigner. You barely left the house and wasn’t interested in meeting anyone new.

You spent your days reading, cleaning, cooking. Your life didn’t change much since you moved. The only difference was that now you had no friends. You didn’t actually regret moving. Knowing no one meant that nobody could shame you or your mother for your father’s actions.

There was one thing that helped you with loneliness. The previous resident of the house you lived in had left behind a record player and multiple records. Music was something you always enjoyed but never had the luxury to have it anytime you wanted.

You listened to music the whole day. There was music playing in the background at all times. Your mother hated that and told you to only play music when she wasn’t home.

The restriction she put on you gave a new hobby, singing. You didn’t think you sounded good but singing gave you energy. Especially at nights when you recall your life before you moved and feel lonely. You had chosen seven of your favourite songs from the records and decided to sing one every day. You went back to the first song you chose when it was monday again.

You sat by the window in your room every night. While the fresh air filled your lungs, you sang your heart out. You knew your mother and brother couldn’t hear you because if they did, your mother would’ve already told you to stop. You just assumed nobody else heard you either.

It was another chilly night in Birmingham. You opened your window as you did every night. You sat by the window with a hot cup of tea in your hand.

You took a big sip from your tea. You weren’t feeling like singing that night because for the first time since you moved there, you weren’t feeling lonely. You just looked out of the window and breathed the cold air in.

Since you weren’t going to sing, you decided to read. You didn’t want to go to sleep and wanted to keep yourself busy. You started reading in the same position you sang.

You were getting really invested in this book you were reading. You were getting lost in your thoughts but something stopped you. Someone was singing and not just any song, they were singing the exact song you would sing that night.

You closed your book and tried to focus on the singing. It was a man’s voice and it wasn’t coming from far. It couldn’t be a coincidence that this guy was singing what you would sing. That meant there was someone that actually heard you sing and even kept track of what song you sang on which day.

You tried to find where the singing was coming from. When you sat on your bed, you heard it more clearly. It was your next door neighbour. The singing was coming from behind the wall your bed was next to.

You smiled while sitting on your bed. You were in joy for a reason you didn’t know exactly. You thought maybe this was the reason why you weren’t feeling lonely. It felt like the universe was trying to tell you that you weren’t actually alone.

You took a deep breath and decided to join whoever was singing. You sang with him but it felt like you were singing to each other. The singing from the other side of the wall stopped after a short while. Your singing had made him stop. You finished the song on your own and fell asleep.

The morning after started strange. You were in the kitchen, making breakfast for your brother and someone knocked on the door. Your mother ran to it because she was closer.

You didn’t care until you heard your mother say “You’re the Shelby kid from next door!” and you stopped doing whatever you were doing. The guy at the door was probably the one you heard sing last night.

You left the kitchen and rushed to the door. “Mama? Who’s this gentleman?” you asked, trying to seem as polite as possible. “Thomas Shelby” he has said to you, offering his hand for you to shake.

You grabbed his hand and shook it, “Y/N why don’t we invite him in?” your mother asked. You panicked but he came to your rescue. “I’m actually in a rush.” he had explained himself.

You looked at him, he had such sharp cheekbones and a killer gaze. His eyes were bright blue and his lips were rose red. You two just started at each other for a second.

Your younger brother called for your mother and she ran to him. You were at the door, alone and he was the only person around.

“You have a lovely voice.” Thomas said, you felt your face heat up. “Thank you.” you simply said and took your eyes away from him. “You too.” you couldn’t hold yourself and bursted out.

His hand moved to his cheek. His fingers moved on his stubbly cheek. He seemed like he didn’t know what to say exactly.

“I don’t sing, I just didn’t know why you weren’t singing.” he mumbled, you got more red. He was listening to you, every single night. “I only sang because I felt lonely.” you confessed, he bit his lower lip.

“Does feeling less lonely mean you won’t sing me to sleep at night?” he said chuckling. You were so embarrassed. “I thought nobody could hear me.” you said and licked your lips.

“I hear you.” he nodded, “Then you should join me.” you offered. “No, I don’t like singing, last night was just a test.” you were sad to hear that, he had a lovely voice.

“You’re more stiff than I imagined you would be.” you said, he raised his eyebrows. “I think you expected too much.” you chuckled to what he said.

“It’s not bad though, at least now I know there’s someone who actually listens to me sing.” you smiled and thankfully he smiled back.

“Yes and that someone doesn’t want you to stop.” he said and your smile grew big. “I need to apologise to that someone for torturing them with my bad singing.” you joked even though you actually thought you sang bad.

“I like your singing, it helps me go to sleep.” he simply said. His arrival put your mood up so you joked again, “Saying my singing makes you sleep isn’t the compliment you think it is.” he laughed, he genuinely laughed. You were surprised because he didn’t seem like he laughed a lot.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked out of nowhere and you were surprised. “Right now? At 9 am?” you asked and he smiled again.

“Tonight.” your eyebrows raised high, “That soon huh?” you said. He just nodded, you just said “Alright.” and he replied with “Alright.”.

He smiled and walked away, you closed the door after him. You went to the kitchen smiling like you never did. “What are you smiling for?” your mother asked you just kept smiling and said “I have a date tonight.”.

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Pairing: Ethan x MC (Leah Garcia)

Word count: 4.8K

Summary: Leah goes on a date with the Tobias Carrick, Ethan's ex-best friend. The jealousy and anger which unfolds within Ethan, leads him to confronting Leah. But in midst of their confrontation, feelings are uncovered.

Author's note: It's angst in the first half and towards the end it's smut... I have differentiated it if you aren't comfortable :)

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Forgive me if there are any mistake

Ethan was walking down the hallway of Leland Bloom's mansion. To be honest, he didn't even know where he was but his pride wouldn't let him go and ask for help.

Just keep going, you will eventually find the way.

That was his mantra in life. Whenever things became difficult, he would keep on pushing forward, never stopping. His mom left him? Study, work and get into a good college. Tobias and him had a fallout? Work harder, get into a better undergrad program than him and go on to join the best diagnostics team in the country. Naveen fell sick? Stuff all the feelings in a box, shut it and work hard till Naveen can stay alive.

He never stopped. He switched off his feelings and kept marching forward.

But when he met Leah, it felt like he came across a speed breaker, which forced him to stop. Forced him to breathe. Forced him to feel. Forced him to be human.

And the funny thing is that, he didn't know whether to be grateful or be terrified of this change.

Leah had a fiery spirit and a kind heart. They were so alike that it often took Ethan's breath away. They were the dream team, complementing each other. They worked like a well oiled engine, their dynamics so superior that they could complete each other's sentences.

Leah and Ethan.

Sunshine and E.

But being alike had its downfalls as well. Both of them were stubborn and had their head all the way up their asses.

He had still not forgotten the way she opened the door to her room in bra and panties. The way the golden rays illuminated her long tanned legs and the way the lace contrasted her flawless body, sent Ethan reeling through memories of them lying naked in that very bed.

And as if that wasn't enough, she stripped in front of him. The most incriminating thoughts ran through his head and he had to clench his fists to prevent himself from fucking her against the wall, having her scream his name, as her nails dug into his back. There would be red scars down his back but he would wear those scars as a damn medal.

But he was angry and furious as well. Going behind his back and calling that air head of an influencer made his blood boil. It went against the beliefs and the rules based on which, the diagnostics team was laid.

There are rules of the world that are meant to be followed. Monotony, no matter how boring it is, is the way of life. It's not always safe to shake things up. You never know what consequences arise.

On their way to the patient's mansion, they bickered like a married couple. June and Baz had a field trip seeing him being called out by Leah.

She called him a fucking diva.

All his life he had worked on building a reputation which commanded respect and awe but this girl just comes in like a wrecking ball.

Good lord, how can this woman make me pissed and turned on at the same time?! He grumbled internally as he turned the corner.

He heard Tobias's deep voice carry over."I must say Dr. Garcia, you are a vision and you take my breath away. Such a beauty-"

"Dr. Carrick if you want to flatter me, you are going about it wrong. Screw beauty, that's subjective." Leah said as she wrote in the chart, without sparing a second glance at him.

She walked past him and Ethan couldn't help but chuckle at Tobias's expression. Tobias just gave him a dark glare before following her. He was proud of his Sunshine.

But that momentary pride diminished as soon as it came.

Ethan walked to the exit and saw Tobias talking to her again, and this time, Leah was laughing and blushing.

Why that asshole-

"No I must say, not everyday do you see such bright minds as yourself."

"Thank you Tobias. You are too kind."

They were on first name basis?! When did that happen? Did I step into an alternate universe? Ethan thought as jealousy slowly burnt bright in his veins.

"So, can I buy you breakfast tomorrow? As an apology and a chance to get to know you better?" Tobias asked, his turquoise eyes shimmering in the sun.

"Dr. Garcia. We need to run couple of tests on Mr. Bloom. Time waits for no one." Ethan called out to her, cock-blocking them. He wasn't gonna lie, that was the most satisfying thing he had ever done.

Both of them glared but Ethan just held an impassive face, as if he didn't hear their small 'cute' exchange.

"Yes, Dr. Ramsey." She walked towards Ethan not before waving him goodbye.

They walked towards Helen, Baz's cute mini cooper. "Leah..." Ethan spoke, wondering how to frame his sentence without sounding like a jealous imbecile.

"Yup Dr. Ramsey?" She turned to look up at him.

"Tobias... He isn't a good man."

"God, Ethan! I think I can decide for myself." Leah rolled her eyes.

"No, you don't get it. He charms and lures woman to his bed and after he has sex, he leaves them high and dry. I don't want you to go through that pain."

She stopped and turned towards him, "Ethan I am no weak bitch. I'm not naive and he isn't my first date. I am just goofing around and I will do whatever I want because this is a free country. And, in a long time some guy has shown me attention so I'm not letting that slide-"

"Sunsh-"

"Shh! And about pain... I think I have experienced that because of you."

"Me?" He gasped out loud, his world stopping. Doesn't she know that my feelings for her are so strong that the thought of hurting her physically pains me?

"You heard me. Your constant rejection and the 'hot and cold' moments pain me so damn much. It breaks my heart that we pretend that we are together but when I ask you, you close up."

"Leah you know there are ethics-"

"Don't give me that ethics and moral crap. You yourself said that I am not a resident, I am a PEER. A colleague. Hell, Lahela and Harper have been dating and absolutely nobody has blinked an eye." She said with a steely voice.

Leah gave a sigh and Ethan could see the dark circles under her eyes. She looked so tired. "Ethan... I- I'm so exhausted. You can't reject me and prevent me from seeing a guy." With that she turned on her heels and walked away.

What just happened? Ethan thought, feeling shaken to the core.

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Leah wore a simple pencil skirt and tucked in her olive green blouse into the skirt. Her hands continued their daily chores, but her mind was so far away. When she thought about Ethan, she would get so angry that her hands would tremble.

Just who the hell does he think he is? Wasn't he the one who kept pushing her away? Wasn't he the one you said that "if I gave a damn about you, I won't be with you"?

What a damn hypocrite.

There was so much tension between them already. Ethan was giving her the cold shoulder and Leah returned it with such a punishing silent treatment that people on the entire floor could feel it.

They already had fought about the team giving more priority to rich and wealthy patients. And this entire Tobias situation made things even worse. She knew about their background, about how that his ex girlfriend, Stephanie bitch played both of them like a violin and ended up cheating on Ethan. She knew and yet she went ahead, flirting with him, repeating history.

What a hoe I am. Leah shook her head getting annoyed with herself. What has gotten over you Leah? When did you become a fucking hypocrite? Throwing yourself at other men so that you can make Ethan jealous?

Her feelings were in a flux. Sometimes, she wanted to jump his bones and other times she wanted to bash his head for being such a colossal pain in the ass. She craved him and wanted him to belong to her, but life isn't a wish granting factory.

She sighed and stared at her reflection, seeing how all the stress and workload was taking a toll on her.

I just need sleep...or some dick and then we will be golden. A girl gets tired using her own hand... Her conscience comforted her.

Picking up her bag she headed to the deli where she was supposed to meet Tobias for their so called 'breakfast' date.

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Tobias was a nice guy. He was kind, brilliant and handsome. He was a true gentleman. He held the door open for her when they entered the deli. He had an amazing sense of humor and managed to make her laugh till her sides hurt. He was intelligent and they had a great discussion on the American healthcare system.

Any other woman would have thought that he was the complete deal.

But she couldn't.

She couldn't help but compare him to Ethan. His cerulean eyes were so much darker than Ethan's stormy eyes. She couldn't help but think that she found Ethan's dark humor and sarcasm way better that the light hearted jokes. She couldn't help but think that in any discussion, Ethan would push her and challenge her rather than be a simp like Tobias who just would give in.

She couldn't help but think that absolutely no one would ever compare to Ethan.

Oh. My. God.

It is Ethan. Always has been and always will be.

And she hated herself for that. She was getting tired of waiting. Wasn't her affection enough for him? Why was there a need to complicate something that is already so simple?

Leah sighed internally. Tobias and her were walking down the driveway of the hospital. There were just talking about random things but Leah was not able to focus.

How could she when she had a mind shattering revelation that her pussy is whipped for a certain hard-ass diagnostician?

They were walking through the foyer and they stopped at the reception.

"So this is me." Leah smiled.

"Well... I enjoyed myself. " He gave a grin.

"I did too..."

"I sense a 'but'." The blue perceptive eyes noticing the hesitation.

Leah chuckled, racking her brain for a good reason. " Yeah... I'm sorry it won't work because we technically are rivals and I don't want to be seen fraternizing with the enemy."

Tobias stared at her some more, trying to see through the truth but Leah didn't flinch, even if her palms were getting sweaty.

"It's okay. I get it-" Tobias began talking but he was interrupted.

He was interrupted by Ethan's fist in his face.

Tobias crumpled to the floor like a paper doll and suddenly the entire hospital's eyes were on the three.

"Motherfucker." Ethan shook his hand because of the blow. He stretched and clenched his fingers, his knuckles an angry red.

"Ethan Jonah Ramsey! You have five seconds to explain what the hell was that?" Leah said, her eyes glimmering with anger.

"What is he doing here? Mass Kenmore is all the way downtown."

"Don't you dare tell me that thi-" Leah was interrupted by Tobias's painful groans. She helped him up and threw another glare Ethan's way.

"When you have got your head out of your ass, we will have a chat." Leah spoke.

"But sunshi- Hey don't walk away from me!" Ethan pleaded. Seeing Tobias so close to her made him so angry and he didn't realize his actions before it was too late. And the fact that she had an arm around his waist and was walking away, just made his heart heavier and cold fury seep into his veins.

Leah ignored him as she dragged Tobias to the first examination room she found. She made him sit on bed and immediately reached for a pair of gloves.

She started wiping the blood up with the help of a cotton swab, analyzing the injury with cool calculated eyes. There was a cut on his cheekbone which needed stitches.

Goddammit Ethan.

"You have blood on your shirt." Tobias pointed out and surely it was visible on the dark green blouse.

She shrugged nonchalantly as she picked up another cotton swab and dipped it in antiseptic. "Eh.. won't be the first time. I have ruined my fair share of shoes and shirts, but it's worth it."

They were silent as Leah continued being thorough in cleaning the wound. Suddenly, Tobias chuckled and Leah looked at him with one eyebrow raised.

"No...it's just funny to see Ethan so worked up. I think that's the most emotion I have seen from him."

"Really?"

"Yup. Do you know what happened between us?"

"I know what happened between the both of you..."

"And you still went out with me?" Tobias asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Leah sighed. The cat was out of the bag and there was no point hiding it anymore. "It's just... Ethan can be a robot. I'm tired and I needed fresh perspective. That's why I went out with you."

"Did it help?"

"Yes. No. Maybe? It just left so many question marks in my head.." she picked up the needle and thread, getting ready to sew his face.

"Well... When Ethan walked in on his girlfriend cheating on him with me, he just turned around and walked out of the room. But when he saw me talking to you, I'm on the ground, groaning in pain. Does it help?"

Leah sighed "It kind of helps.. but I am still pissed with him. He is an asshole." She grumbled.

"Congratulations, you have feelings." He said in a sing song voice.

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It was an awful day at work and Ethan sending withering looks her way didn't really help. She avoided him for most of the day because she needed to think.

Her feelings were all over the place. On one hand she felt angry with Ethan because that hard-ass isn't ready to confess the feelings that's written all over his face. And on the other hand, she felt like she was just being a whiny bitch on heat, complaining about everything.

The internal war in her left her restless and irritated.

She unlocked the door to an empty apartment. All her roomates had driven down to Quincy for some music festival on their day off and were going to stay over for the night.

Leah would have gone with them, but a certain somebody had stormed into her room that morning and dragged her out of the comfort of her bed.

She stripped in the hallway and threw her clothes for a wash in the laundry basket. She slid on a long loose jersey and some fresh panties and headed to check the fridge for leftover lasagna Sienna had made the other day.

She was about to pop the tray in the oven when she heard the door bell ring. She saw through the peep hole and her eyes widened.

Ethan.

Maybe if I stayed quiet he would go awa-

"Sunshine, I know you are in there! I see your heels out here and your eyes through the peep hole."

Fuck Ethan and his observation skills.

Sighing she opens the door, where Ethan stood. A tense energy radiated from him and it made Leah jittery and on edge.

She crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently, which wasn't really a good idea because it made her bare boobs more prominent. Ethan's eyes went down at the movement.

"Eyes up here, hero. What do you want?"

Ethan blushed pink and shook his head to regain composure. "We need to talk."

"Yeah no shit."

"Will you let me in at least? Unless you want the crime scene of my murder out here." Ethan tried to joke but Leah wasn't fascinated.

She side stepped and he entered her apartment. He always liked Leah's apartment. It was homey with all the colourful pillows and the various vintage art decorating the place. From the huge glass facade you could see parts of the bay.

They stood in the kitchen, neither of them spoke. They just stood in silence. Nobody knowing what to say.

"Why did you help him?" Ethan asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"Because you punched him and he was on the floor, bleeding. I had too."

"We work in a hospital. Somebody else could have stitched him up...why did you? Do you have feelings for him?" Ethan asked as he placed his elbows on the island counter.

"Ethan.. Jealousy never suited you well." Leah said.

"Dammit sunshine! Just answer the question. Do you like him?!"

"What would you do if I liked him, huh?" Leah asked tersely.

Silence. Heavy breathing. Tension.

"Nothing right. You would just sit there, belly up and see me being whisked off by another guy."

"That's not-"

"Stop lying to yourself Ethan. You are nothing but a ball- less bastard who hides behind your so called 'beliefs' and 'rules' and what not!"

"Yes! I hide behind them because I want to see you grow and be better-"

"WHY?! Haven't I become better? Am I not growing to my potential?"

"And that's because I am not distracting you."

"Ethan, for a man who is so smart you are so dumb. Can't you see? Can't you see that you are in my thoughts?! That I am always thinking about you?! That I am always afraid that you will find someone else and leave me in the dust?!"

"Ethan it's too late because you are already a goddamn distraction."

Ethan's fists wrapped around the counter and he bent down, trying to calm his racing heart.

"God. I knew this was a bad idea. I shouldn't have come." He started heading towards the door.

"Yeah run away Ethan. Run away like you ran away when you saw Tobias having sex with your girlfriend, Stephanie. Run away like you did when Naveen was gonna die. Run away like you did to the Amazon when your feelings for me intensified. Run away like you always do." Leah was breathing heavily, angry and furious.

Ethan froze in his tracks before turned around, scoffing. "I'm not running awa-" Ethan tried reasoning.

"Oh really?! Every time I think that I am close to knowing you, you throw up your walls. Every time we have a moment, you distance yourself. The entire universe has been pushing us to be together but here you are, defying it and turning a blind eye to what we have. If that isn't running away, then I don't know what is."

"Sunshine please, don't." Ethan pleaded. He can't deal with feelings. It's too much for him.

"No. I'm tired of waiting for your affections. I'm tired of the mixed signals. I'm going to go to Tobias's house right now-"

"Are you giving me an ultimatum?" Ethan asked incredulously.

"Have you left me any choice?" She started heading to her room and Ethan followed her.

"Sunshine please don't go. I beg you. He isn't the man you deserve."

"If you can't grow a pair despite everything, then I can't help you. I'm free-"

She was interrupted when Ethan pushed her against the wall. "No. You won't be leaving this apartment. Even if it means tying you down."

"You are not my damn keepe-" Leah began but Ethan interrupted her again when he pressed his lips against hers.

They were kissing. After almost a year.

After a year of longing to touch each other.

After a year of pining over each other.

After a year of pain, heartaches and tears.

But all that pain and longing vanished when their lips collided with each other's.

Time stopped when his lips met hers, but the flutter only intensified. Leah's heart pounded in her chest as her knees got weaker. She could only focus on how hard his body felt against her small frame. But at the same time, his lips were soft and fervent against her mouth.

Ethan kept his eyes half open, sneaking a guilty peek at her every time he came back for air, just to make sure this wasn't a product of his imagination.

He wasn't sure if nature rooted for this moment or if his mind tricked him into a perfect present, but every breath he took, smelled like lavender, like spring time and for the first time since he'd known himself, he didn't feel scared anymore. He didn't feel like running anymore. If anything, the warm feeling of her lips was inviting and addicting.

They parted for breath. Both of them standing with their bodies pressed against each other, in the dim lighting of her room. "Ethan..." She said like it was a prayer.

"Oh how I've missed you sunshine." Ethan cupped her cheeks and pressed his forehead against hers.

"Me too.."

"Let's make up for the lost time, okay?"

Leah just went in her tip toes and kiss him, conveying her need for him. He hiked one of her legs up and she gasped when she felt his growing erection on her heat. Ethan bent down and placed hot, fiery kisses up her neck. When he reached the spot below her ear, he whispered is a husky voice. "Sunshine... I really, really like you. But, I am a man of needs... Please, can I fuck you?"

"I did not wait for a year for some gentle sex Ethan. Don't hold back." She purred.

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Ethan groaned at her words and took her earlobe in his teeth, his hands roaming around her body. He pinched her nipples through the t-shirt and Leah's stomach clenched with pleasure and she threw her head against the wall, enjoying the way Ethan's hands made her feel.

Leah reached and took of his jacket and Ethan obliged. The need to feel her skin against his, fueled his moments. Taking of her t shirt, he threw it across the room.

"Hey, don't dirty my room." Leah spoke with feign anger.

Lifting her up so that her legs could wrap around his waist, he went back to kissing her lips. "I don't care, sunshine. I just want to make you feel good. I want to worship you. So let me just do my job while you focus on how to scream my name, mkay?" He whispered against her lips before going back to ravaging her mouth, not able to get enough of her taste.

How is it possible for a man to drive me mad with only words?

He lifted her and threw her unceremoniously on the bed. Leah giggled as her back hit the soft mattress. She lifted herself on to her elbows and looked at Ethan's dark stormy eyes.

"You are over dressed for this occasion, Dr. Ramsey."

Taking his shirt and jeans off, he crawled in to the bed, stalking her like a predator. He settled between her legs, bare chest pressing against each other as he kissed her hard.

Their tongues swirled and rolled against each other's, as if it was a tug of war with no clear winner. He pulled back and started placing searing hot kisses on collarbone. His hands traced her sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

He took her breast in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the dusky nipple. As his tongue continued to assault her nipples, Leah grew wetter and wetter.

"Ethan.. I- please.." She moaned out.

He took off her panties and nipped at her naked hip bone, eliciting a breathless moan from her. He peppered scratchy kisses on her inner thighs and lower abdomen, his beard making her skin sensitized. It felt as if all her nerves down there were on fire.

"Don't worry sunshine. I will be here all night-" he said as he parted her pussy's lips, "-eating you-"

He blew air on her dripping slit before speaking, "-fucking you-"

He lapped her juices slowly, his blazing blue eyes making contact with her dark brown orbs "-making you scream my name all night."

That being said, he threw her legs over his shoulder and buried his face into her womanhood. Leah's back arched and she let out another moan. Her sexy moans and the way her eyes fluttered shut was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He closed his eyes enjoying the way she tasted, reminding him of how starved he had been for the last one year.

She fisted her hands through his luscious brown locks as his tongue swirled her sensitive nub. He enjoyed seeing his sunshine this way, moaning and writhing as he ate her out.

He slipped his finger into her started moving it. When he gained enough momentum he slipped a second digit and continued to finger her to oblivion. Leah was a in a daze. Her mind was only focused on the handsome man who was with her, in her bed.

She had touched herself, thinking about him. But none of those fantasies compared to the real deal.

He let out moan and it reverberated through her entire body, pushing her of the edge.

She was coming, hard and fast. Crashing and soaring at the same time. She hadn't even come down from her high when Ethan lifted her leg as far as it could go, and entered her pulsating cunt.

"Try not to ruin your manicure when you dig those nails into my back, sunshine." Ethan said as he snapped his hips and started pounding her.

The sensation was overwhelming. It was so much. There were moments like these when the pleasure and the pressure of the orgasm was so intense that she wanted him to stop.

She shouted his name and the way the tears of pleasure streamed down her face, made him make his moments rapid.

"Just like that sunshine... Scream my name." He pressed his lips against hers, greedily swallowing the moans she let out.

Burying his head in her neck, he felt his lower abdomen tighten, the need to release becoming urgent with every stroke.

"Oh go, sunshine you feel sooo good." He moaned.

His moans are now my favourite sounds... I could hear them all day. Leah thought.

"Come with me Ethan. Come with me." She said as they interlinked their fingers, holding each other's hands.

And he did. His strokes became sloppy and slower as he dumped his load into the condom he had slipped on. Leah felt his dick jerk in her and it triggered her release as well.

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Both of them were falling together, holding on to each other as they rode the waves of euphoria, rushing through their veins. It was one of the best feelings they had experienced. All the pinning and sadness was all gone. There was only joy and the feeling of contentment in their hearts.

After their rapid heartbeats had calmed down, Ethan pulled out and got up from the bed, and stretched. Seeing the muscles of his back and abs stretch, Leah gave out a rumble of approval.

Ethan gave her a small smile and started heading towards the door but Leah caught his wrist. "Outside bad. Bed good." She said, her brain still a mess from the mind blowing orgasms.

Ethan bent down and kissed her forehead. "Sunshine, I'm just going to get some food and run a bubble bath."

"Okay."

After a couple of minutes of rummaging through cabinets, Ethan came and lifted Leah in his strong arms. Leah was smiling so much that her cheekbones hurt. She hasn't smiled like this in such a long time.

He put her down on the bathroom floor and Leah grabbed a stool where they could keep their drinks and the lasagna that he had heated.

Ethan first sunk in the hot water, the water reaching till his chest. Leah sat across him, sighing when the hot water soothed her sore muscles.

"Ethan...you are a goddamn blessing." She sighed as she picked up the plate with her food.

"I should be saying that. You changed my life."

They sat comfortably in the large bathtub, occasionally joking and eating the cheesy goodness. Leah inhaled her food, realizing just how hungry she was.

After they finished eating, Leah closed her eyes and sighed. Ethan was massaging her feet and she made it a personal mission to make him her masseur.

"Ethan?"

"Yes sunshine?"

"You won't run away from me, right?"

"No sunshine. I'm here to stay. In fact, tomorrow we both are going to go and talk to HR. Enough with the pining and the jealousy. I just want to make you mine, baby."

"Really?" Leah asked, with happiness gleaming in her chocolate brown eyes.

"Yes sunshine. I guess you are stuck with me."

Leah surged forward, water sloshing over the bathtub. She pressed her lips against Ethan's. He chuckled and kissed her back chastely and tenderly, pouring all his affections for the beautiful and intelligent woman before him.

Leah. His girlfriend. His sunshine.

And it's going to be together like that, forever and always.

aaahhhhh if only Ethan could just give in... but for now we will comfort ourselves with fan-fiction 😉

also, i want to sort out my tag list... so if you guys could dm me with which fics you want to tagged to, i would appreciate it 💗

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