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velvetydream · 3 days

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Summary : You wanted a healthy normal relationship, he hated commitment and told you he would never change. Yet you two are drawn to each other like a moth to a flame, craving for the others warmth.

Pairing : BadBoy! Seonghwa x Reader

Word count : 10K

Genre : Angst, Comfort, Happy end, Romance,

Smut(y)

Warnings ➵ Drinking, Toxic realationship,

Friends with benefits, SA (not

from Seonghwa), Blood

a/n : Inspired by Ateez Stay cover bcs omg Seonghwa in that cover-

Also please be aware that the realationship in this story is mostly very toxic and only to be seen as a work of fictional art, I don't condone behavior like that in any way!

This is not supposed to represent Seonghwa in any way or form, it's a simple work of fiction!

You swore to yourself you would never get into something with no strings attached. Romance and a healthy relationship were what you were looking for from early on, did that ever work out till now? Not really. Most relationships end before they even start, them cheating or ghosting you. Now that was the reason you told yourself you would never fall for Park Seonghwa, not like apparently everyone else. He was known for breaking hearts left and right and not being up for commitment. Despite his good looks, that scared you off, keeping your distance from him.

Now how did you end up getting to know him despite telling yourself to stay away from him? It all started with this one project in your history class.

Your best friend Yunho was sitting beside you, telling you about his weekend and how he visited this fun amusement park with his family. Listening to him till a sudden bang disrupted your conversation. In steps Park Seonghwa, followed by Choi San and Kim Hongjoong. Those three were rather known to be up to no good mostly, along with a few others like Wooyoung or Jongho. Clad in mostly black and blue clothes, a lot of leather, and Seonghwas neck adorned by a velvety chocker. He even wore some makeup, his black hair put up into a half bun, noticing even a few hickeys on his neck, probably from one of his playthings. Rolling your eyes before averting your attention to Yunho again, chatting till the professor walks in, Mingi stumbling in out of breath before he closes the door, the tall boy taking the seat beside you now.

The lesson was going rather smoothly, the troublemakers at the back only keeping to themselves this time and not bothering the rest of the class. Ears peaking up now as your professor announces a partner project, where he for once assigned the partners, making you wish to get anyone but one of those three.

"Mingi and Yunho." Both boys high-fived, before sending you an apologetic look, your name was yet to be called, same for Seonghwa and you two were one of the last people left. "Y/N and Seonghwa." Your pen slipped from your hand landing on the desk, that man can't be serious right? Looking over to Mingi and then Yunho, both not meeting your gaze, knowing full well you want to switch with them. Screw them for real. No more focused on the lesson, you were thinking of ways to get out of this project, not even noticing how your two friends already stood up and were now watching a certain black-haired man walk over to you.

"Here is my number, write me for the project~" Shriking together as you hear a whisper in your right ear, a hand putting a piece of paper in your hand and disappearing before you could even turn around to scold him for coming this close to you. Out of them all it had to be Seonghwa, you could've maybe even worked with San or Hongjoong but him? A groan leaves your lips as you get up from your seat, following the duo out of the room and to your next class.

And so your relationship with Seonghwa started, you messaged him and made out a meeting point for the project. Which was the library, for now, not wanting to invite him to your place or go to his dorm.

The dreaded day came and you were sitting in the library only problem, was you were alone. Seonghwa was already half an hour late, you already started working but grew more and more irritated the more time ticked by. Almost an hour late he finally shows up, sunglasses perched on his nose as he took a seat beside you. "You're almost an hour late, listen I also don't want to do this, but I will not be doing this alone." Looking at him now finally, you notice how his form looked somewhat sunken together and he still wore the glasses despite being inside. "Are you fucking hungover?!" Groaning at your loud voice now, he holds your stare. "Even if, I'm here and you've got no place to complain." Rolling your eyes, you start to pack your stuff together again, not going to put up with this. You would just have to ask your professor for a different partner, this was ridiculous.

"Are you really being such a bitch right now?" Standing up to follow you, was he seriously coming late and then having the audacity to call you names? "Excuse me?! You were the one to be this late and even hungover now you have the audacity to call me a bitch?! Fuck you!" Slamming the door in his face now you make your way to the gates of the school, stomping your way through the path. Not daring to even look back after you just slammed the door in his face, he would probably just get going and leave you to finish the project all on your own. "Wait up! My god, you're so difficult!" Feeling your eye start to twitch irritated, yet you didn't halt and proceeded to walk. That is until a hand on your wrist suddenly stops you.

"Okay sorry for calling you a bitch, I'm just not in a good mood. Let's meet up tomorrow? I'll be sober for real, I'll even treat you to a meal." Looking at the black-haired man in front of you skeptical now, was he really offering to treat you a dinner while working? With a short hesitation you in the end agreed, telling him your address so he could pick you up, he insisted on picking you up.

With that, your ways part and this was the first real encounter you had with Park Seonghwa. Opening the door for him into your life in a little gap.

The evening was spent preparing some stuff for the project the next day, despite Seonghwa wanting to work on this, you decided to at least start some stuff. Not knowing if you can trust his words of picking you up to work on this tomorrow.

The next day is quick to follow, you get dressed in something flowy and thin because the summer heat is unbearable any other way. Makeup was applied and while you were packing your bag for the study session, your phone started to ring, showing Seonghwas's name. Astonished that he actually showed up, he probably knows you would ask for another partner if he didn't and he needed the good grade, knowing you are a good enough student to help him with achieving this.

The moment you stepped outside your eyes bulged, you knew he drives a motorcycle but you never thought he'd pick you up like this - on top of that you never drove on a motorcycle before. "Ready to go?" Looking up at him now as you stand before him, looking over to the side of the motorcycle before a helmet was held into your view - his helmet. "Don't you need one too?" Laughing a bit at the slightly concerned tone of your voice, Seonghwa assures you that it's fine and the drive a short one. Still a bit unsure you put the helmet on and get behind him, holding onto the sides of the motorcycle making him raise his eyebrows. "Put your feet there and your arms around me, this ain't some cute little slow bicycle, don't want you falling off." Without a second thought, Seonghwa grabs your arms placing them around his waist, your red cheeks being hidden by the helmet. Never in your life had a manhandled you like this. Rough and firm, yet a certain softness to not bruise you. Gripping onto him tightly he takes off.

The drive truly was not that long as he said, it took you maybe 10 minutes to be in front of a little diner. Getting off before you, Seonghwa then holds his hand out to help you off, which you accept before giving the helmet back to him. Following him inside now, he leads you two to a booth next to a window, sitting down opposite of you. "Let's eat first and then work on this stupid project." Nodding in agreement, you still felt a bit uncomfortable talking around him. "You're not really talkative huh?" Sending a smirk your way, you avert your eyes down to the menu. He was right, he intimidated you, even though you would never admit that out loud to him. "I don't really talk to other people than my close friends." This was the closest agreement you would give him, making him hum in acknowledgment.

After giving your orders, the waitress hits on Seonghwa and he reciprocates it, which by the way made you wanna puke, you two finally started to work on your school project because the food would take a while to get to you. Lost in the text now, you don't even notice how Seonghwa often looks up to you, mustering your face. Only catching his eyes for a second when your food arrives, a little break from working on the project while you eat. It was quiet for a while, the only sounds being your cutlery against the plate and the occasional picking up and setting down your glass again.

So after finishing you two got back to work, it actually surprised you how well Seonghwa was working along, had you thought he would let you do the whole work and then get a good grade. The conversations between the two of you also getting easier while the time ticks by. Seonghwa is different in private than he is in school and different from the vibe he gives off. He normally looks so stern and intimidating, yet when you two are alone right now he is rather calm, works well, and doesn't look as rough as he normally does. "Caught your eye darling?" You didn't even notice that you had started staring at Seonghwa, looking down quickly when you started to blush, only hearing a chuckle leave his lips.

"Cat got your tongue now?" You acted as if you didn't hear him, eyes set on the paper before you, that was until you felt Seonghwas foot push against your leg, not hard or anything but a little bump to get your attention and by the way you shrieked together surprised, he got his attention and reaction. The teasing continued while you two worked on the project that day, till you finally closed your book, finished for the day, face ablaze.

"Let's get going, the waitress is eye fucking me and she ain't my type at all." Grabbing his bag now, as he leads you out of the diner and back to his motorcycle. Handing his helmet over to you again, you put it on your head before sitting down behind him again, this time holding onto his waist from the start. "Good girl, you're learning~" Avoiding his gaze now as he glances at you, holding on tight to him as he takes off. The drive back felt even shorter than to the diner, stopping before your building, Seonghwa waits for you to step down and for you to hand his helmet back. "Text me when you wanna meet up next for the project, just give me a heads up early enough so I'm not hungover." You knew he was joking right now from the way he talked, he probably didn't drink every day, and yesterday was probably just a bad day. "Sure, thank you for picking me up and inviting me to a meal." A nod was sent your way before he put his helmet on and drove off. This was a really interesting event.

In your apartment again, you write Yunho and Mingi about how your first study session with Seonghwa went, and them immediately freaking out at how he tried to flirt with you. Rolling your eyes, as you tell then he was simply joking and teasing you probably.

Going about your night routine, before laying down, thinking about the day. Planning to write Seonghwa in two days when it's Friday, maybe to meet up on Saturday or Sunday for the next session.

The days went by quickly and you found yourself writing to Seonghwa, it didn't even take him long to reply either. Agreeing to meet up on Saturday, asking to meet up at your or his place this time. Thinking for a second, you ask for his address, being too uncomfortable to invite him to your place still.

So now you were finding yourself in front of a door, written on it was the number 206, the one Seonghwa sent you. Taking a deep breath, before ringing the doorbell, it took a few seconds, but Seonghwa opened the door for you. "Hello princess, glad you found it here." After the first meet up you were a bit more used to his pet names, entering his apartment now after he opened the door more, taking your shoes off. Glancing around the apartment, it was a bit smaller than yours and more chaotic, with clothes hanging over the couch, the coffee table full of different trinkets, and a pack of cigarettes lying open. Followed him over to the couch, sitting down beside him after he patted the space beside him. "Let's get this going, we don't get forever for this project." Nodding in agreement, you pull the papers you were last working on out, laying them on the table he had cleared right now. Only the cigarettes and ashtray remained on the table.

"Bothers you if I smoke?" Shaking your head yes now, Seonghwa raises his eyebrow. "Sorry I hate the smell, makes me sick to my stomach." Chuckling for a second, Seonghwa puts the pack away again.

"So how you wanna do this? Poster? Or PowerPoint? I could make a PowerPoint." Thinking for a second, a PowerPoint would probably be the best idea. "Sure sounds like a plan, I'll prepare the papers then, so we hand in both." Seonghwa nods before it goes quiet again between the two of you, the silence this time a lot less uncomfortable than before.

"I need a break!" Seonghwa groans as he stretches his arms above his head, noticing how his shirt rides up a bit and exposes his abs. Why did he have to be built this fine? "What you say 'bout take out? I can order." Grabbing his phone to scroll through a few services you agree, ending with both of you ordering Sushi. Now that you were taking a break from writing and working, you felt how sore your hand and fingers felt, like to wiggle them a bit to relieve the pain. "Do you smoke?" Looking over to Seonghwa now, cigarette dangling between his cherry red lips, making you wonder if he uses lip tints. "Not really, tried it once, hated it, my friend smokes from time to time though." Humming as a response, he takes a drag of his cigarette, fingers holding onto the little stick as he blows out the smoke. Just now you notice the chipped blue nail polish, the silver rings adorning his fingers, and the bracelets around his wrists.

"Do you want anything to drink while we wait?" Thinking for a second, before you ask him if he has any lemon soda, chuckling while he gets up to get one from his fridge. Coming back to sit beside you, handing you the lemon soda while he opens a can of beer. It amazed you how it was the middle of the day and he was still able to drink beer. A small conversation was held between the two of you, mostly about school and grades until the food delivery interrupted you two. The food was consumed in silence again, sitting cross-legged beside each other, your knee touching his. As soon as you two finished Seonghwa threw the containers away, sitting down beside you, who had started working yet again. Though unlike you, Seonghwa remained still beside you, watching you closely and how you worked. After a while you finally feel his eyes on you, looking over at him with a questioning look.

"Tell me.. I've been wondering the whole time, have you ever made out with someone?" You really thought your eyes would fall out of the sockets by how wide they got after he asked this. Out of nowhere too? Where was this coming from? Stammering now to find an answer, it's embarrassing to admit to someone like Seonghwa that at your age you never even kissed someone. All of a sudden the whole room and your body felt as if it was on fire. "I uhm.. I-" Smirking at the way you try to form a coherent answer, he already got his answer - no you never made out with someone. "Wanna try it?" Not believing your ears, you just stare at him, Seonghwa holding your gaze the whole time, his face being so intimidating and serious about his offer.. Was this even an offer?

"I mean.. Y-Yes someday.." Your eyes were glued on your hands now, which were playing with the trim of your shirt, not being able to look into his face. "I mean like right now, wanna try? Wanna know how it feels like?" You could feel him scoot closer to you, his body heat closer to you now, as he leaned his arm behind you on the couch, trapping you a little bit, between him and the couch. "I.. I'm not sure.." Feeling his fingers softly graze your chin as he turns your face to him, his eyes cast downward to your lips, making you gulp. "Say no or I will kiss you right now." The look on his face was telling you he was serious and despite that, you just looked at him, not telling him no. Your heart thrumming heavy in your chest, being able to feel it in your throat too. Even though you're aware of his reputation, you're way too curious to kiss him, make out even, but didn't curiosity kill the cat in the end?

Before you knew it his lips were on yours, soft and slow at first. His lips were warm against yours, he tasted a bit like smoke, but not too bad actually. Reciprocating the kiss, your body was still tense from being kissed by the Park Seonghwa, on top you were unsure about your inexperience. Seonghwas hands find your waist as he with ease tugs on you and places you on his lap. One arm stays around your waist now as the other slowly glides up, grazing your chest for a split second before settling on softly holding the side of your neck, his hand big enough for his thumb to slightly rub over your jawline. The kiss was turning more intense, your own hands gliding up his chest and coming to rest on his shoulders, slightly gripping the black shirt he was wearing.

A sudden gasp left your lips when you felt his tongue glide over your lip, him taking the chance to deepen the kiss. What surprised you even more, was a warm little ball pushing against your tongue now and then, you didn't even know that he had a tongue piercing. Pulling away for a bit now to let you catch your breath, his arms pushing you closer against him as he starts to trail kisses down your neck and onto your shoulder, pulling the fabric of your top down the shoulder a bit. "S-Seonghwa.." Gasping softly when you felt him suck on your collarbone, this prone to leave a mark for sure.

"We barely made out and you look this fucked out? Now I really wanna know what you look like after getting your brain fucked out." Eyes growing wide as he says these filthy words, you also can't deny that they have an effect on you, your core slowly growing wet. "But let's call it a day for now before I make you pass out." Letting you climb off his lap now, his lips pulled into a smirk. Just now you notice the smudged color on his lips, so he wears lipstick and not tint? Wiping a finger over your own now, checking your finger and being met with the same color on Seonghwas lips. "Here let me wipe it off." Grabbing your chin again, he turns your face to him as he softly wipes away the red lipstick with a tissue. Thanking him quietly, as you gather your things together. It was already quite late so you should probably head back now. "I'll drive you back." Surprised by that offer, you still take it, more convenient than taking the train for half an hour and possibly encountering creepy people.

The rest of the evening wasn't really special, he dropped you off, telling you to write him for the next session, making you wonder if he meant the school work or something else, before taking off after you went inside your building. And this was the first intimate moment you had with Park Seonghwa.

The next few sessions went rather normal, he did occasionally flirt with you, but nothing too much.

The due date was also a bit away and you two were almost finished, that's why you two decided to not study this Saturday. Great for you, did your girl friends invite you out to the club and you agreed. Get ready in a cute short dress, a belt, some matching accessories, and high heels, which will most likely kill you later in the night. Being picked up by your friends, you all arrive at the club and get inside.

It was full, like any Saturday night, the red and blue flashing lights made you squint your eyes for a second, getting them to adjust. People were mushed together on the dance floor, most booths were full already, luckily your friend knew some of the girls in one of them, making you guys join them. Shots were ordered, and some cocktails were drunk. It was a fun evening, spending some time on the dance floor, till you feel hands grab your hips from behind. About to punch the person grabbing you, stop when you notice that it's Seonghwa. "Such a skimpy dress, trying to drive me crazy?" Looking around frantically now, your friends were all caught up with something or someone else, to even notice Seonghwa being behind you. "Didn't know you would be here." Avoiding his gaze, you feel his body and hands move to grab your wrist softly and pull you outside of the club. Letting go of your hand for a second, he pulls out the pack of cigarettes, lighting it up before blowing the smoke out, not caring about how you recently told him how feel about people smoking around you.

"So babe~ How about we catch up on that wish of mine?" His fingers hook around your belt as he pulls you flush against him. Eyes darting around frantically now, no one seems to notice with whom you're standing this close with right now. "No ones here and the ones that are, are either too drunk or don't care and just wanna smoke." His face was beside yours now, as he whispered into your ear, before softly nibbling on the shell of it. Shrieking together at this, making Seonghwa chuckle and snake his arm fully around your waist keeping you flush against himself. "So you want to or not?" Too embarrassed to talk and again out of curiosity you nod. After the short yet intense make-out session with Seonghwa, you couldn't stop thinking about him and how you want him to ravish you.

"Good let's go then, hope your friends won't miss you." Pulling you along now, he makes his way over to the parking lot and his motorcycle. "Here put this on, it's too cold to drive in a short dress like that." Shrugging off his jacket now, he hands it over to you. It was a large black leather jacket, with safety pins on it for decoration, it was huge on you but felt oddly comfortable and calming. Used to it by now, you get on behind Seonghwa and hold on tight to him so you won't fall off before he takes off to his apartment.

Upon arriving there he kicks his shoes off, before grabbing you by the waist and pushing you against the closed door now. "Last chance to back out baby, tell me do you want this?" It surprised you how much he takes value in consent, after answering him with a yes that you want this, his lips are on yours. This kiss was much more heated than the last one you shared, full of lust and emotions. Seonghwas hands were running over your body, over your thighs pushing the trim of your dress up before moving up again to threaten his fingers into your hair.

Pulling on your legs now, he pulls you up onto his hips as he starts to carry you to assuming his room. Before you knew it, your body hit a soft mattress as Seonghwa stood above you, pulling his shirt over his head, gawking at his well-built body now. Of course, you assumed he was well off, but this well? This man looked like a statue, so flawless and perfect. Moving above you again, he starts to kiss you again, as your own hands start to glide over his collarbones to his shoulders and into his hair.

And so Seonghwa gave you a night of pure pleasure and you knew, if you didn't get out soon, you'd be addicted to the pleasure, his touch, and Park Seonghwa himself. If it didn't already happen and was too late for you to escape his grip.

Sunlight was tickling your face softly, as your hand moved to try and shield you from the sun, groaning as it was no use, before turning around. Bumping into something, or rather someone, your eyes grow wide as the last night comes back to you. You slept with Park Seonghwa. Looking at the man before you now, he looked so soft asleep, moving your hand you softly push a strand of hair out of his eyes. Looking down at your body, you were wearing what you assumed was one of Seonghwas's shirts, it was huge and he probably helped you put it on in the after-bliss of last night.

Getting up carefully now, you walk to the door and out of the room to try and find the bathroom. Coming to a halt in the kitchen, when Kim Hongjoong stood before you in his sleepwear. They lived together?! Before you could turn around, he greeted you, making you shy away slightly, a quiet morning before rushing to the bathroom, hearing the man chuckle after you left. This was entirely crazy, you had slept with Seonghwa, Hongjoong knew that now, and your friends probably worried about where you went last night. Finishing your business you quietly exit the bathroom again, hoping to dash for Seonghwa's room, but the man who was sleeping a few minutes ago stood in the kitchen with Hongjoong now. His hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, no shirt on, and the hickeys you left on him on full display.

"And I thought you took off without saying goodbye~" Were his words to you when he noticed you standing in the door frame, his hand moving to softly pull you against him, his head leaning onto yours slightly. "Hongjoong made breakfast, let's eat." This was all so strange, sitting with those two at the kitchen table now and eating eggs with bacon for breakfast.

The morning continued rather calmly, you got ready to leave, and Seonghwa dropped you off at your apartment, where you immediately went to charge your phone which was empty. Upon opening your messenger, you see that probably Seonghwa sent your group chat a message to not worry and that you went home, you would scold him for going on your phone without permission, but also glad he told your friends you were safe.

Using the rest of the weekend to study for your upcoming exam, it was now Monday which meant you and Seonghwa would meet up again for the project. This time it would be at your apartment because Hongjoong had an important online meeting and needed the apartment to be quiet.

For you it was still a bit awkward to sit beside Seonghwa again after what happened just merely two days ago, he however seemed calm and normal as ever, except for the sly glances your way every now and then. "The project is due this Friday, right? You think another session should be enough to finish this?" Thinking for a second, before confirming his question, you two were almost finished, just a few touches here and there. So with no complications, Friday came around and you two-handed in your project, the teacher was seemingly surprised with how well you two worked together.

"So tomorrow a few friends of mine throw a little get-together, do you wanna come around too?" Seonghwa was pulling his bag onto his shoulder now, as he watched you with sharp eyes. Surprised at his invite, you thought he would probably not ever talk to you again as soon as you two-handed the project in. "Oh? Sure, just send me the address!" Agreeing, but after finishing he immediately declines, telling you he would pick you up like always, before leaving the room.

Mingi and Yunho who witnessed the whole conversation pulled you to them, bombarding you with questions about what that was supposed to mean and since when you and Seonghwa were this close, so with a little hesitation you told them everything that happened. Yunho was shocked, to say the least, but supported you, Mingi was terrified and worried for you.

The next evening came around rather quickly, you were getting dressed for the little party Seonghwa invited you to, waiting for him to message you that he was there, while you were still touching up your makeup. Upon receiving a message from him, you make your way downstairs and greet Seonghwa smiling. "Someone seems to be in a happy mood huh~" Pulling you closer, he softly nuzzles his nose against your cheek, pressing a kiss afterward before putting the helmet on you and helping you on. "You know the deal, hold on tightly princess, don't want you falling off~" And with that, the two of you took off.

Arriving at the party, Seonghwa guides you inside the house, it was rather big, and he told you it was one of his friend's parents house, who were away for a few weeks. It was packed full of people, inside and outside. Normally any party you go to isn't this crowded, Seonghwa noticed your discomfort and took your hand in his, guiding you outside to the bar. His hand wandering to your waist now as he waits for your drinks to be ready, while you take in your surroundings. There were a lot of faces you knew from university, but also a lot of strangers, which made you quite uncomfortable and glad that Seonghwa was by your side.

"Hwa! Didn't know you were here already!" Approaching him now was a well-dressed man, followed by Choi San. "Wooyoung! Sorry it's a bit full, I wasn't really able to say hello yet." Turning to the two men now, watching them from behind Seonghwa a bit. Both their eyes fell onto you and the interlocked hands, sending Seonghwa a smirk. After a short conversation the two leave again and Seonghwa turns around to you, apologizing for taking so long. Telling him it's fine, he grabs the two drinks and leads you to one of the little garden benches, sitting down with you and placing your glass in your hand, before leaning back and taking a sip of his own. "Enjoying yourself so far?" His dark eyes were fixated on you. The eyeshadow he was wearing complimented his eyes, he chose a dark red this time with a black, cherry lip tint. His usual leather jacket, a ripped shirt underneath, and ripped jeans where net stockings could be seen through the cuts. "It's a bit fuller than what I'm used to, but it's fine." Being honest with Seonghwa makes him raise an eyebrow, offering for you two to leave if it's too much for you, declining with a shake of your head. You didn't want to ruin the night for him.

After a while of talking, Seonghwas's hand wanders to your naked thigh, softly caressing it while talking to you, Hongjoong joins the two of you, greeting you. Glad the two were talking now, allowing you to calm down and rest a little bit. Seonghwas hand still on your thigh, you softly lean your head on his shoulders with your eyes closed, his scent of vanilla and spice coming to you.

Looking up again when you heard a lighter going off, watching Hongjoong light a cigarette before wanting to pass it to Seonghwa, who declined. "You stopped?" Raising an eyebrow at his friend now. "Only when the little princess is around~" Your eyes widen a little bit as your cheeks blush, before hiding your face in his shoulder again, making the two men chuckle.

The night continued on, Seonghwa getting you two a new drink every now and then, at some point both of you visibly tipsy. Whispering in his ear softly, brave enough to let your hand glide through his hair, to his nape, and down his spine, making him breathe out shakily. "You know, there are some guest rooms upstairs~" His face was nuzzled in your neck, placing soft kisses on your throat, sucking a few times to leave a little red spot. Even in this state, you knew you shouldn't, the first time was one time too much, and the danger of getting addicted to Seonghwa was too big. Yet you're drawn to him. Pulling him into a kiss by the collar, his hands landing on your hips. "Let's go then~" You didn't have to say more as Seonghwa already stood up, taking your hand in his and guiding you into the house and up the stairs. Searching for a free guest room, he leads you in and pushes you onto the bed after making sure the door is locked.

"So pretty and all for me~" Hovering above you now, he sits up a bit to take his jacket and shirt off, before leaning back down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. His tongue swipes along your lips and you allow him immediate entrance. His hands were running wild all over your body, pushing the short dress up, exposing your bottom and soon your chest. Moaning his name softly when his hand came in contact with your breasts. "Yes moan for me, let them know who makes you feel this good~" Whispering those words into your ear now.

And with that, Seonghwa gave you yet another night of pure bliss, waking up next to him the next morning, this time staying out beside him. Admiring his soft features that finally relaxed when asleep, not like over the days when he looked sharp and dangerous, intimidating even. Running your fingers softly through his hair, to his eyebrow which has a slit shaved into it, to his nose, over his cheeks noticing his long eyelashes, and down to his lips. "Having fun baby?" Just now noticing Seonghwa was staring at you, you retreate your hand apologizing to him. "It's fine, you looked cute all concentrated on me~" Pressing a peck on your cheek before getting up and getting dressed, still bare from last night. You were only in Seonghwas's ripped shirt, he probably put it on you after last nights events.

"Get dressed, I wanna go grab some breakfast together~" Leaving the room for a second, before coming back in a new shirt and putting his leather jacket on. Putting this dress on and Seonghwa's shirt over it, so it won't be too revealing before following him outside and down. "Wooyoung if you don't shut up, my brain is killing me and your voice isn't helping." Could be heard from downstairs, you assumed it to be Jongho from the few times you heard him talk. "How much did you even drink to be so hungover? You the heavy weight of us.." Hongjoong spoke this time, following Seonghwa into the living room shily now, slightly hiding behind him. Jongho was lying on the couch with a pillow over his eyes, San still passed out on the other one, while Hongjoong and Wooyoung sat at the bar. "Ah, good morning you two!" Hongjoong greets you with a smirk, knowing exactly what had occurred last night.

After a short chat, Seonghwa announces that you two will be leaving now to go grab some food, saying goodbye to the four men before leading you outside to his motorcycle. The drive to the diner was rather short, he led you inside and into the booth you also worked in the first time. This time he sits down beside you though instead of the opposite. It didn't take long for someone to take your orders and disappear again, making Seonghwa turn his body fully to you, hand resting on your knee. "Are you free this weekend? There is this new movie I'd like to watch." Was he asking you out on a date right now? No, he wouldn't right? "Like a.. date?" Looking questioning at him now, he chuckles lowly. "If you want it to be a date, babe, sure~" His hand found its place on your nape now, caressing and softly playing with your hair.

The food soon came and you two had a nice breakfast, Seonghwa bringing you home. And even sooner Saturday arrived, having you stand in front of your mirror wondering if your outfit is too much or not enough. This would be your first ever real date, so you were rather nervous.

Again Seonghwa picked you up, mustering you from top to bottom before smirking at you. "You look gorgeous, all for me~?" Grabbing your waist as he pulls you against himself, pushing your hair behind your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your lips. "It's not too much?" Your question made him chuckle, telling you how beautiful you look and that it wasn't too much. Arriving at the cinema, Seonghwa softly holds your hand as he leads you over to the ticket counter and then to the food stall, getting you two drinks and popcorn.

Finding the right room you two enter and sit down on your designated seats, there were a few people already, probably to be fuller in a while since it's a movie newly airing. "What shall we do after the movie?" Seonghwa was leaning his body over to you, his arm around your shoulder. "I don't know, maybe go to a cafe? Or we could just hang out at your or my place!" At that his ears peak up, he wasn't at your place yet and was rather excited to visit it. Agreeing with that immediately, the lights dimming now as he stays leaning onto you and watches the movie. Sometimes through the movie, your head starts to lean on his shoulder softly, enjoying the moment.

Sadly the movie and moments are over too soon and quickly you find yourself in front of your apartment. Opening the door and letting Seonghwa in first, he starts looking around immediately making you a bit self-conscious. It was of course clean, maybe a few things here and there, but it was still entirely different from his place. "It's so adorable." Looking around, before stopping in front of your picture wall. There were many different pictures from baby pictures to family photos and Polaroids with friends. A lot of them of Mingi, Yunho and yourself. "That's Mingi and Yunho right?" Pointing at the two men, you're surprised he actually knows their names. "Yeosang is friends with them, he wasn't at the party last time though, so you probably don't know him, he's at another school." That did surprise you, not knowing those two were friends with someone close to Seonghwa. "Though there is definitely missing something.." Looking confused over to him, before scanning the wall. Nothing was missing correct? Did he take something? "..A picture of us~" Whispering those words in your ear now as his arms move around your waist, pressing himself against you. "As soon as I have a picture of us, I'll hang it up!" Smiling brightly at him, you don't know what you're doing to Seonghwa.

The evening continues on with you two playing on your Switch, and cooking something together before watching a show together. He was lying on your chest softly, his arms holding you while focused on the television. It felt nice to be held like this.

Saying goodbye to him with a soft kiss, closing your door, and leaning against it with a big smile. Was this finally the time? Is someone serious with you?

Those thoughts should soon be destroyed though, arriving at the school in a really good mood, you walk over to Yunho and Mingi, greeting them with a big smile. Telling them hushed what happened and how happy you are, they were, of course, happy for you, yet skeptical about how serious Seonghwa is with you. Some glances were exchanged between you and Seonghwa in the class, this not going unnoticed by his friends.

"You're not really serious with her are you?" That voice was Jonghos, halting your movement of packing your things together after the class, listening closely now. "Huh? Of course not, you know I'm not up for commitment." That was Seonghwas voice now, feeling your heart drop. After all that happened, especially last weekend he says this? Was he only leading you on? Yunho who overheard everything too, tried to softly lay his hand on your shoulder, but before he was able to you darted out of the room, not able to hold the tears back for much longer. Yunho was furious, glancing over to Seonghwa who also watched you leave, his gaze meeting Yunhos now. "Asshole." Was all he muttered, before grabbing his bag and leaving the room, leaving behind a confused Mingi who just woke up from his class nap, looking around confused.

Hiding in your favorite spot to do so, under the stairs on one of the more empty sides of the university. Knees pulled up all to your chest, face buried in your knees. Of course, he wasn't serious, it was Park Seonghwa. Did you really think you were special? Your sobs were silenced now when you heard footsteps, hoping the person would leave, but soon black combat boots came into view and soon that handsome face you didn't want to see leans down to look under the stairs. "There you are, princess.." Turning your body away from him now, not trusting your voice to tell him to fuck off.

"Hey I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that.." He was sitting behind you now, his arms softly around your waist as he hugged you softly. "I'll change, for you, so please stay, don't leave me.." His face was pressed against your shoulder as he pulled you flush against him, your back pressed to his chest.

It took a while for you to calm down again, Seonghwa held you through it all, softly patting your head and kissing your hair. After a while you finally turned around, rubbing your eyes as you looked up to see Seonghwa staring at you. "I'm so sorry, I made you cry how can I make it up to you?" Warm fingers softly touching you your cheeks and brushing away the tears. "A dinner would be nice.." A soft pout was visible on your lips which made Seonghwa chuckle, pressing his lips to your forehead now. "Of course, how about you come over today and I'll cook for us? Hm? Hongjoong has work tonight." Agreeing to this, Seonghwa pulls you out from under the stairs and brings you to your next class. Saying goodbye to him before entering.

Yunho immediately rushes over to you worried, having you assure him that you're fine, sitting down beside him, touched by how worried he is for you. The day went by rather quickly, grabbing your bag and meeting up with Seonghwa in the parking lot soon.

"So what do you wanna eat?" Looking at you now as you two arrive in Seonghwas apartment. "Tteokbokki? Or we could make fried chicken!" Looking at him now, he nods getting everything out for both. The cooking process went on rather calmly, you were mostly sitting on the counter, watching Seonghwa cook, exchanging small kisses and hugs here and there. At some point you even put his hair up in a ponytail, smiling at him fondly. Soon the food was finished and you two enjoyed the self-made meal, not having one thought about the things that happened earlier.

"Do you want to stay the night?" Looking up at Seonghwa now, you two were cuddled up on the couch, some movie playing in the background. "I have nothing here to sleep over.." You would love to accept, but you neither have sleepwear nor your hygiene products. "You can wear something of mine and I still have unused toothbrushes." Pondering over his offer a bit, before nodding and accepting.

So the evening went on, you two continuing to watch the movie, before getting ready for bed. Finding yourself in the bathroom alone, looking into the mirror, Seonghwas shirt hanging loosely off of your frame. Brushing your teeth before joining Seonghwa in his room. He was already ready for bed, lying down with a book in his hands, glancing up at you when he heard you enter the room. Laying down beside Seonghwa now, your arm moving around his waist as your head comes to rest on his chest, resulting in Seonghwa laying down his book. "So cuddly~ Are you tired?" Nodding as an answer, your eyes dropping closed, listening to him breathe softly, his chest raising, while his arms go around you. Feeling him press a kiss onto the crown of your head. Not even realizing when you fell asleep.

The next morning your back was turned to Seonghwa, his arms holding onto you tightly, his face nuzzled in your neck. Smiling softly when you looked over to his sleeping face, softly running your hand through his hair and pressing a kiss to his cheek, feeling him slowly stir awake. "Morning~" His voice was raspy and deep this morning making you giggle, watching his sleep drowsy self cuddle closer to you. "We have to get up, school is starting soon." Making him groan softly, shaking his head as he hides his face more in your neck, turning you onto your back to lay on you.

So with Seonghwa not wanting to get up, you two stayed put cuddling and skipping the first lesson of school, arriving for the next class then. Walking into the class you walk over to Mingi, sending Seonghwa a soft smile before sitting down. "You skipped school? With Seonghwa?" Whispering over to you shocked now, you look to the side a bit before nodding, this was the first time you actually did anything like that.

The day then goes on, meeting up with Yunho for lunch and then going to class together then.

"By the way, a new club opened this weekend and maybe we could go? It's been a while since we went." Yunho suggests to the two of you, looking at Mingi before nodding with a smile. It's truly been a while since you three went out together, so you were rather hyped. Telling Seonghwa later that day that you're busy on Saturday with Mingi and Yunho, but that you two could meet up on Sunday which he agreed on. The rest of the week goes by rather quickly, with some time spent with Seonghwa, and one evening with Mingi, and now you're finding yourself beside Yunho in his car, Mingi in the back.

Arriving at the club, a lot of people were already near it, the music from inside was loud and the lights peaking through the door whenever someone went inside. Exiting the car together, the three of you enter the club, thick air hitting your face from how many people are there. Following your friends over to the bar, ordering a drink for now, and looking around, it was full, it was amazing to you how there could even be more people inside still. Your eye notices the orange hair of Hongjoong in a booth, was Seonghwa here too? But before you could look around for him, Mingi dragged you to the dance floor, Yunho watching you two with a smile.

The evening went on, enjoying yourself with Mingi on the dance floor, even Yunho joining you two from time to time, before sitting down at the bar again to drink something with your two boys. Not being able to help yourself but look around the room for Seonghwa again, eyes meeting the ones of San for a second, which go wide from the shock that you're there, before they lock onto Seonghwa, your heart dropping in your chest. On his lap was some girl, sucking his face off, his hands all over her. Without a second thought, you stand up and rush out of the door, Mingi and Yunho are in the bathroom right now, walking off to the side outside a bit, before you lean over and empty your stomach in a bin. Suddenly feeling someone holding your hair back, not being able to glance at them as your stomach decides to empty out all the expensive alcohol.

"It's okay, you're fine.." The deep voice calmed you down a bit, a soft hand rubbing over your back. Standing up again finally, a bit wobbly on your feet, San softly holding your arm as he leads you over to a bench, sitting down beside you. "Do you want some water?" Shaking your head no, your eyes staring down at your feet now, why was this happening? After all that happened, you really thought this could be something serious, that Seonghwa felt something for you. But apparently, you were nothing more than a plaything for him. "He's an idiot, he's drunk out of his head.. He drank too much after seeing you with Yunho today.. It's not an excuse but, I believe he truly likes you.." San was such a nice person, trying to calm you down, holding your hair, and now trying to explain the situation to you. Tears were pricking at your eyes now, a soft sob leaving your lips, before your tears could even escape, San pulled you onto his shoulder for you to cry. "It's okay, you're safe, cry as much as you need." Sans's hand was softly rubbing up and down your back, as he leaned back and stared up into the starry night sky.

After a good half an hour, Yunho and Mingi join you outside, Yunho squatting down in front of you, his hands softly resting on your knees. "Hey beautiful, Hongjoong told me what happened, wanna go home?" Your eyes cast down again, looking at Yunhos hands, noticing the blood on his knuckles, but not questioning anything about it as you nod. You wanted nothing more than to get home and cry into your pillow, which would probably still smell like Seonghwa after the last time he slept over.

Yunho softly helped you up, thanking San for his help who just nodded, also noticed the blood on his knuckles, as he watched you leave with Yunho and Mingi. Before he could join his group inside again after watching you drive off, his friends came outside, Seonghwa leaning onto Hongjoong, an ice pack held against his jaw. "Good job, you fucked up with the only girl that felt something for you other than wanting to fuck you, seriously get a grin Hwa, I'm disappointed." San was someone who hated when people played with others' feelings like that, that's also why he immediately rushed after you when you went outside, the reason he stayed with you, and the reason he now walks in the other direction of his friends.

Yunho and Mingi just dropped you off at your place, telling them to go home and that you would be fine, watching them drive off before going into your apartment. Closing the door behind you, as you slide down the door, not even bothering to turn the lights on. Legs pulled up to your chest as you hid your face in your knees, the position and situation oh so familiar. Your body does not even have enough energy anymore to stand up and move to your bed or even couch, resulting in you falling asleep on the floor and waking up with a headache and back pain the next day.

Look around a bit as you sit up, rubbing over your eyes as you slowly stand up, walking over to your kitchen to grab a glass of water before sitting down on your couch, the events of last night resurfacing again making tears well up again in your eyes. This all felt so surreal, Seonghwa acted so sweet and loving once and act like an asshole the next. The day went on with you crying, eating ice cream, crying, and watching a comfort movie. Till your phone lights up, one of your girlfriends messaging you, Soyeon telling you that Yunho told her what had happened. She was one of the closest female friends you had and Yunho probably thought you just needed some female support right now, not being mad at him for telling her.

You want to answer her, but the next moment a knock at the door makes you look up. Walking over to open, seeing Soyeon and Yuqi together, bags in their hands as they hug you tightly. "You know fuck that guy, we'll doll you up and go out. No disgusting club, but this high-end lounge!" Soyeon pushes you into the bathroom, telling you to take a shower. Sighing a bit, despite not being in the mood, you appreciate it and do as they tell you. Coming out again they sit you down on your couch, getting started on your makeup, hair, and nails, turning you prettier than you felt in a while.

So soon you found yourself in Soyeons car, on the way to that longue they were talking about, short yet modern dress on your body, your hair and makeup done beautifully. Inside you three get shown to a booth, sitting down as you scan through the menu of drinks, ordering your favorite beverage. The evening goes by smoothly, you are enjoying yourself, even getting up to dance with one of the girls now and then. It was an entirely different setting than the club last night and you had to admit you enjoyed this so much more. It was more comfortable and enjoyable.

That was until you decided to go up to the bar to get another drink, Soyeon and Yuqi were on the dancefloor right now. When you suddenly feel someone lay a hand on your waist, turn around to push the hand away. "Excuse me, could you please not touch me?" The man in front of you was dressed rather well, but oh damn was he ugly. "Oh come on babe, don't be like that~ I could show you some good time hm? Can even pay you~" He grabbed your waist now, pulling you against himself which made you so disgusted, this didn't feel like when Seonghwa did it, Seonghwa was soft yet dominant, this man was simply a pervert and disgusting. "Let go! Leave me alone!" Trying to push the man away, you looked around behind the counter but the bartender was nowhere to be seen until you felt the man let you crash into the bar before falling to the floor.

"Listen when my girl tells you to leave her alone." Before you could even look at the man beside you he spoke up, Seonghwas voice echoing through the longue, the man stood up again ready to punch Seonghwa back, who quickly pushed you behind him and landed another hit on the man's face. Landing a kick to his chin when he was on the floor, before turning to you, grabbing your hand, and dragging you to the exit. And even further outside, Seonghwa didn't let go and pulled you even further away from the longue.

"Seonghwa you're hurting me! Let go!" Trying to pull your wrist away, trying to stop him. He finally stops making you almost crush into his back. "What's gotten into you?! First, you say we aren't serious, then you screw around with some bitch yesterday and now you beat someone up and pull me away?! Explain it!" He wasn't looking at you, probably trying to find his words. By now the makeup Yuqi so carefully put onto you was being washed off by your tears. Tears of confusion, anger, and sadness. "I have no way to excuse The first thing I know this is that, I saw you and Yunho so close yesterday. I got drunk and wasn't thinking straight, then I saw this asshole touch you right now. I'm sorry.." Seonghwa finally turned to you, meeting your eyes, hesitatingly reaching out to wipe the tears away, scared you would pull away and leave him for good. Your eyes move to his hand, grabbing it softly and analyzing it, seeing the second time in two days that someone's knuckles bleed.

"Why do you have to be so confusing? I.. I though we could be something more, something serious.." Your fingers softly rub over the back of his hand, looking up at him now, eyes blurry from tears, seeing the bruise on his jaw and just a little bit you thank Yunho and think Seonghwa deserves it. "I'm not used to commitment, I never had a serious relationship and.. I. scared, I know I'm not good enough but.. please give me one last chance." Tears were building up in his eyes now and you're pretty sure, you're the first one to see Seonghwa cry. Your hand reaches up to his face softly, brushing the tears away. "One last chance, if you screw over again I'll leave.." His eyes widen, probably not thinking you would give him one last chance, nodding now as sobs leave his lips, his arm reaching out to you and pulling you against him as he cries his heart out, same as you, tears running freely. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..I love you.." You two simply hold each other tightly under the night sky.

"Wooyoung shut up!" Hongjoong put down the popcorn on the table as he scolded the young man, who just points his tongue at him, making the older one wonder if he was an adult or a child. "He won't change, we just gotta accept that." Mingi laughs as he settles down beside San and Yeosang, grabbing a handful of candy from the bowl on Sans's lap. "And that's why we love him." You giggle, making Seonghwa let out a gasp. "I thought you only loved me!" Looking over at your boyfriend now, as Yunho stands behind him and laughs. "She loves all of us, gets used to it." Running away to the couch to Mingi before Seonghwa could hit him for his words.

"He's right but. I love you the most~" Pulling him down for a soft kiss, hearing some gagging noise of San and Wooyoung from the couch. After sitting down with Seonghwa, Hongjoong turns to the two of you. "By the way, it's your third anniversary soon isn't it? Have you two planned something?" Looking over to Seonghwa now, you two haven't talked about any plans yet, but he just smirked at you. "Maybe I booked us a two-week trip to Paris~" Looking at him shocked now, he didn't right? Seonghwa did earn enough now after university with his job to do this, but you didn't think he actually would. "You didn't right?" He just smiled at you, as you threw your arms around him and planted kisses all over his face, telling him how excited you are to go there together. Not knowing the small velvet box sitting on his nightstand was also ready to be taken there.

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Mama Didn't Raise No Bimbo - Part 13

Sorry guys this is a little short but I'm currently away on holiday so internet is hell and trying to type everything on my phone is nottttt fun!!! so it might be short and sweet but as soon as i have my laptop and internet more chapters are on their way!!! Are there any scenes you'd like to see Y/n involved with in with the Vee's or just in the Hazbin Hotel world?

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen

“You fuckin’ did WHAT?” A glass flies and hits the wall a few meters from where you are sat sipping on your own glass of gin.

“Vel will you just listen- “another glass went flying at Vox’s head, she still managed to miss him but, she was getting closer. Leaning back in your own chair you hid your smirk by taking a sip from your drink. It was safe to say that Velvette was not at all impressed by the news that you had made a deal with Vox and Valentino. Fortunately for you, she wasn’t pissed at you. The other two … now that was a different story.

“No this was my fuckin’ deal why the fuck are you two deciding to high jack it you square faced pri- “

“Enough Vel!” The static in Vox’s voice made you all turn, he was starting to get mad himself – his one eye starting to warp and sparks appearing. Another sip from your glass you get comfortable in your armchair. You were all currently in the Vee’s (and you suppose yours) living area. After dragging them both here you had basically made Vox and Val tell Velvette about the deal. Better for her to hear it off you all now than from someone else. “Now Velvette”, Vox tugged on his bow tie a little bit calmer than a few moments ago: “you’ve got to learn to share my dear”. Amused at the way both these powerful Overlords were running with their tails between their legs because of Velvette was something you’d remember for ages. Of course you keep your thoughts to yourself. Vel could take them on. Something told you that you wouldn’t be quite as lucky.

“Why the fuck would I share when she WAS mine?” Quirking an eyebrow up at her, you take another sip. Not sure when you agreed to be hers specifically?

“Mi amor, she is ours now. Not yours. Ours” Valentino finally spoke from between a few puffs of his cigarette, arms crossed looking more displeased than angry, though he threw you a small smile when he saw you looking his way.

“Yes OURS. Remember the agreement we made Vel!” Agreement? You perked up at that admittance from Vox. What agreement?

“Uh, excuse me? What agreement?” Putting your drink down on the table next to the armchair you stand up so you were level with the three. From the wince on Vox’s face added with Velvette and Valentino glaring at him – you figured he’d let the cat out the bag when he wasn’t supposed to.

“Listen sweetheart”, his eye started to warp causing you to snort in annoyance. Did he really think that was going to work on you?

“Cut the bullshit mind tricks Vox, you know that doesn’t do shit to me, I want to know about this agreement you all made.” Moving closer to them you crossed your own arms. Surrounded by them: Velvette on your left and Valentino on your right, Vox directly in front of you. The latter now was giving you a sheepish smile. “Is anyone gonna tell me?”

“Y/n, our Princessa – we already told you that we saw you that night at the club preforming when you didn’t know we were there …” Val started them off, one hand waving his cigarette around and another coming to play with the hair on your shoulder.

“Yes?”

Vox sighed before continuing from Valentino: “We knew there and then that you held power. We observed you for a few months, to see where you were getting your power and what it could do – where it came from. Impressive. No one else seemed to see what we did. Not even that old timer: Alastor. Course we didn’t even know your capabilities as you hide certain parts so well”.

“We each knew we wanted you babe. Each of us craved you. After manyyyy arguments, tantrums and backstabbing we decided enough was enough. So, we made the agreement. All of us would have you or none of us.” Velvette looped her arm through yours, a small squeeze and a wicked smile directed at you. Uh huh.

“Lucky for us you agreed to have us all. Though some of us seemed to forget that”, Vox glared at Velvette while he moved closer to you. A huff came from your left and a chuckle from your right. A gloved hand caressed your face, lifting it slightly so you were looking up at Valentino who out of the three of them had been the calmest one. Shocking. So much for him being the emotional brat.

“Now that we have you” he crooned down at you, smoke encasing you all in your very own bubble.

“And I have you” you continued, face flushing from the attention of the Vee’s.

“Y/n, we are going to have so much fun” Vox chuckled. Arms encased you from all around, flashes of smug smirks and tightening hands made your own smirk widen. Why yes. You tightened your hands in Vox’s suit and Val’s jacket pulling them closer as Velvette pressed snuggly to your side. You were going to have some fun.

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Thunder

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by anonymous

Synopsis: you have anxiety, and the brothers leave you during a storm

“We’ll only be gone for a couple of days, I promise,” Dean said as he packed his bag.

“But what about—“ you but your lip hard, cutting yourself off. People were dying, you could put your fears aside for that. Not that you had to finish your sentence anyway; Dean had read your mind.

“The rain is supposed to stop later tonight, it’s not supposed to get any worse,” he promised. “It’s not gonna turn into a thunderstorm.”

“I’m fine,” you assured him, trying to keep the quaver out of your voice, because you knew Dean would notice. “But you guys better be careful, and give me updates, a lot of them!”

Dean chuckled softly, ruffling your hair.

“Don’t worry so much, kiddo. We’ll be safe, I promise.”

“We ready to go?” Sam asked, sticking his head in the room.

“Yeah.” Dean zipped his bag up and slung it over his shoulder while Sam accepted the hug you gave him. “Be good,” Dean said to you as he brushed past you towards the door, Sam at his heels.

…

The storm didn’t pass. In fact, you woke up early in the morning to the sound of thunder. The concrete walls of the bunker only served to amplify the sound, so when you awoke you felt as though you were in the eye of the storm.

It was only 4 in the morning—your brothers wouldn’t be back until tonight, so you were gonna be on your own.

Your breath caught in your throat when another crack of thunder all but shook your room, and you pulled your blanket around your shoulders as if it was a protective embrace. The silence that followed the thunder was almost worse than the sound, as you waited for the thunder to inevitably return. Once it did, you couldn’t take it anymore—you jumped to your feet and ran to Sam’s room, barricading yourself in his closet.

The next time the thunder rumbled, it was muffled by Sam’s thick closet walls. Still, it felt as though the earth was shaking around you. You discarded your blanket and instead snatched one of Sam’s jackets off a hanger and wrapped it around your shoulders, huddling into the comforting weight and smell of it.

But a reminder of your big brother could only do so much as the thunder continued on throughout the day. Your exhaustion, thirst, and hunger only grew as you waited for the thunder to stop, but it never did. It was nearing afternoon when you finally couldn’t take it anymore. Hugging Sam’s jacket around you, you ventured out towards the kitchen. The moment you stepped in, thunder clapped, the sound amplified as it shook the metal pots in the cabinets. You whimpered, grabbing a water bottle and an apple and turning to run back to the closet. Another crack of thunder had the breath leaving your body all at once, and suddenly your knees were banging against the floor and your palms were down on the cold tile as your legs gave out from under you.

Your apple rolled in front of your eyes as you rubbed at your chest, gasping desperately for air. Your efforts were futile, and you became more and more lightheaded. It was all you could do to wrap your arms around your knees, trying to burrow in what little comfort Sam’s jacket around you could bring. You wished he was here now, with Dean too, and you were wrapped in their embrace instead of just a jacket.

…

“Dean, slow down. It’s not gonna help Y/N if we crash.”

Dean didn’t acknowledge his brother’s words verbally, but he did ease up on the gas pedal.

“I know,” Dean huffed. “It’s just…I told her it wouldn’t get any worse. She was so scared that it was gonna turn into a thunderstorm. I mean she wouldn’t say it but it was all over her face, and I just…I left anyway.”

“We had to,” Sam said. “And she knows that.”

“Yeah, but now there’s a storm!” Dean argued. “And she’s gotta be freaking out right now.”

Sam didn’t argue; Dean was right, after all.

They arrived at the bunker unscathed and in record time. The brothers wasted no time in entering the building, heading right for your room.

“Y/N!” Dean called out, his voice accompanied by another bang from the thunder. “Y/N we’re home!”

Silence greeted his announcement, and neither brother could find you in your room or theirs.

“Y/N!” Dean called again, not noticing that the thunder muffled the sound.

“She wouldn’t have left, not in this storm,” Sam said. “She’s here somewhere.”

“Alright, we’ll start with the quiet places. You checked your closet, right?”

“Yeah, she wasn’t there,” Sam sighed. “I’ll check the dungeon, you check the library.”

Five minutes later, the boys met back in the war room with nothing to report.

“I guess we should check the kitchen.” Dean frowned. “But I can’t imagine she went in there. It’s the loudest room in a storm.”

Regardless, the brothers went into the kitchen. Dean didn’t see anything at first, but after the echo of thunder died down he heard panicked sobs and ragged breathing. He ran around the kitchen counter to see you curled up on the floor, your knees pressed up against your chest. Your eyes were squeezed tightly closed, so you didn’t see your brothers enter. Dean’s hand on your shoulder had you crying out in shock.

“Shh, hey hey,” Dean soothed. “It’s me kiddo, it’s Dean. Sammy’s here too, we’ve got you.”

“It-it’s so loud,” you sobbed, flinching as another clap of thunder rang through the room. “I was—I was just trying to get some food but-but it was so l-loud, and then I couldn’t bre…” you tried to keep going, but by now you were gasping for breath as tears spilled over your cheeks.

“It’s ok, it’s ok…” Dean repeated the words over and over. He lifted you into his arms, and that’s when he noticed how much you were shaking. “It’s gonna be just fine, I’m gonna take you somewhere quieter, ok?”

You didn’t answer as Dean led you through the halls and to his room. Sam shut the door behind him as Dean settled onto his bed with you in his arms. He wrapped you up in his blanket, but you still hadn’t stopped shaking as thunder once again tumbled through the bunker.

“Ok, alright, we’re gonna have to wait it out in here,” Dean said. You remained inconsolable for several minutes, and after a while Dean spoke to Sam.

“Go get that stupid Celine Dion record that I know you have hidden under your bed.”

“What?” Sam tried to look indignant. “It’s not—I mean, I don’t—“ a harsh glare from Dean shut him up. “Fine.”

Sam returned with the record moments later, and he placed it on Dean’s record player and started it up, turning up the volume until the thunder was nearly drowned out.

“Hey, you hear that?” Dean said softly to you. You nodded, your breathing becoming more even as your hands came up to hold Dean’s. “There we go.” Dean smiled. “It’s not so bad now, eh?”

You nodded again as Sam came up to stand in front of you.

“How’re you feeling?” Sam asked as he brushed your hair away from your tear-stained face.

“Better,” you mumbled. “I’m—I’m hungry.”

Sam laughed. “Ok kid, I’ll get you some food.”

“Wait!” You called to him as a particularly loud clap of thunder roared over Sam’s record. “Don’t-don’t go.”

“Alright.” Sam retreated back to Dean’s bed and sat next to you. “Ok, I’m here.”

“Nothing’s gonna hurt you, ok?” Dean promised.

Dean didn’t tell you that your fear was unfounded. Sam didn’t say that thunder was just noise, and it couldn’t hurt you. Your big brothers held you close for the rest of the night until the storm passed, and even with the thunder raging outside, you never felt safer than you were in your big brothers’ arms.

Taglist:

@nyotamalfoy @mrvlxgrl @chocorade @aestheticdaisies @inlovewhithafairytale @that-wannabe-vangoghgurl

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okay girl I want post rescue lottie in a psyh ward. reader is her roommate and lottie is always trying to help them and comfort them and she barely talks about her own feelings and why she's here BUT one day lottie is having an episode/maybe panic attack and now it's reader's turn to help her/comfort her

lottie matthews x reader

tw: mental health issues, self-h@rm and su1c1d3 mentioned.

my love, I debated writing this because this was so hard to write (I don't know anything about mental health and psych wards :/ ) I tried to write it in the most sympathetic/realistic way I could.

whispering softly, you tried to reassure yourself that everything was fine. tucked beneath your covers for warmth and protection, you faced the walls—away from your room mate—ignoring the rest of the world.

the feeling of warm hands on your back throws you into a panic, as you rip the weighted blanket off of you. "are you okay?" you look up and see your roommate staring down at you with concern.

in the six months you two shared a room, you'd never uttered even a word to each other—this seemed to have come out of nowhere.

maintaining eye contact, it takes forever before you finally shake your head and burst into tears. "I'm not supposed to be here," you whimper, nuzzling your face in your knees and rocking back and forth. "I'm not insane. my parents are wrong."

your roommate places her arms around you, pulling you in close and shushing you soothingly. "I know what you mean. neither of us should be here right now," she mutters ominously. you look up at her in confusion, a weird beat passing, before you shake your head. "I'm lottie."

"six months. . . and we don't know each other's names," you scoff, snuggling into her side. you didn't know why, but it felt right in her arms—like that's where you belonged.

"I know your name," she smiles softly, gently placing her head against yours. staying still for a while, the hours passed, but you focused on the sounds of her deep breaths—closing your eyes and enjoying her presence.

a knock on the door alerts the both of you—reminding you where you were—causing the two of you to tear apart. it was an attending, carrying a tray with both your meds. "okay you two, seven pm, you know what the means."

they nod in understanding, you hold out your palm, the cup in the other hand as you throw three pills back at the same time. lottie is hesitant, however, her eyes narrowing at the new attending. "I usually have four," she replies harshly.

"your parents wanted you on a fifth one, as per your doctor's recommendation," the attending explains, shoving the tray in her face. lottie scowled but still took all five pills.

once the attending left, you growl, "fucking asshole," lottie snorts at your comment. "because of him, now I need antidepressants as well. oh, I'm on suicide watch, did you hear?"

"who do you think pried the razor out of your hands?" she asked softly, staring at you with an intensity that caused your insides to shiver.

you shake your head, "I wasn't gonna do it, just. . . I thought I'd get more mash with dinner. didn't know they'd—"

"you don't like mashed potato," she mumbles. your cheek burns, as you realise she knows a lot more about you than you know about her.

"do you stop staring at me?" you snap. lottie hmms cryptically, moving back onto your bed and next to you; her arms are around you once again. eyes widening, you shuffle slightly—wanting to escape her embrace but craving her touch at the same time. "what are you doing?"

lottie was silent for a moment, "I'm hugging you," she mumbles, twirling a strand of your hair. you sigh into the hug, missing how it felt to have this kind of connection with someone. "you haven't been hugged in a while, huh?"

you don't know why, but you blurt out, "I haven't been kissed either," you try to joke, only it comes out acerbically. lottie, to her merits, didn't even flinch.

instead, she merely pulls away and tucks your hair behind your ear. "do you want to be?" lottie asks. you nod softly, and she pulls you closer. your eyes squeeze shut, feeling her soft lips against your own.

forgetting how to kiss, you immediately moan into the kiss, grinding into her slightly. she chuckles at your eagerness.

when you finally pull away, lottie sighs. "still don't belong here?"

you shake your head, "not in the asylum. but maybe with you. . ." you whisper shyly. lottie giggles, kissing you again.

#lottie matthews #fanfic #wlw #yellowjackets #lottie x reader #fluff #blurb #dani's fics <3 #danisasks #lottie matthews x reader #DARLING GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM THE PSYCH WARD

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KoF pollfic continued from here.

Edit: I must be tired because I left the poll off again. It is properly attached now. Forgive me.

“What’s that?” asked Danny. “I don’t mind doing stuff other than translation.” He loved his parents, but they didn’t always get it. And, yeah, it wasn’t always ghost stuff they didn’t get (even a normal teenager would rebel if their parents tried to keep them inside twenty-four seven), but it was mostly ghost stuff. Like why he liked Three Twilights so much, or how comfortable he was around Clockwork. Or exactly what Obsessions were and how they acted.

… Even Danny didn’t always understand why he reacted the way he did to certain things when it came to his Obsession. After all, he’d thought he was managing just fine helping his parents with their research and running the occasional errand for Clockwork until this near meltdown. Maybe it was a variety thing? Or the way his parents were so resistant to him helping, lately?

Yeah. Yeah, that could be it. It could be a matter of him subconsciously not feeling like he was being helpful, because they kept telling him to not help.

Ugh. Why did these things have to be so complicated? Obsessions were supposed to be simple! Straightforward!

Stupid complicated social Obsession…

(Not that he’d ever get rid of it, or even want to get rid of it. Helping people was so important.)

“Here,” said the attendant, standing from her desk and beckoning him towards an inconspicuous door set in the wall. “I’ll show you.”

Danny took one last look around the copyists’ room, then followed. Behind the door was a twisted hallway– No, not a hallway. The room only looked like that because papers and books were stacked so high on the… desks? Or were there bookshelves under there? Either way, it was maze-like.

The only people they passed had golden loops and curls under their skin, and many of them gave Danny confused or suspicious looks before the attendant greeted them. This was, Danny quickly realized, the staff area of the library, where only members usually went. Most of these people probably weren’t even just members, but permanent and semi-permanent residents, if the Lost Library was set up anything like the Library of Tongues.

“You can probably tell that there’s a lot to do back here,” said the attendant. “Sorting and all that.”

“Is that what you need me for?” asked Danny.

“Something like that,” said the attendant. She scratched the corner of her jaw. “It’s, well, finding things is much more fun than sorting things out so that they’re easier to find later. So, we get a backlog, and with the recent influx from the Mausoleum…” She trailed off, seeming to notice Danny’s glances of trepidation at the stacks of paper. “Of course, we aren’t going to make you do all this! This is years worth of files and plans, and… I think some of it is just sheets of doodles, actually. Some of it is structural, anyway, or otherwise indestructible.”

“Indestructible?”

“Well, anytime the last copy of something is destroyed, it winds up here, somewhere. It doesn’t matter if it’s bad or good, or if it was just someone’s meeting notes… if it’s the last copy, it’s here. Somewhere. And if the last copy is already here…”

“Oh,” said Danny, understanding. “I get it. But I’m still not sure what I’m doing…?”

“Oh! Right,” said the attendant. “Well, whenever we get new material, it shows up in one of our intake books. But those operate strictly on a chronological basis, and they only give the title and author in the original language. Our card catalog needs the title and author in Middle Chinese, Latin, Esperanto, or English, plus the original, as well as the date of destruction, in order to work properly, so you see the issue.”

“So you need me to make the cards for the card catalog from the intake book?”

“Yes! That’s it exactly!” said the attendant, making the ‘so cute’ face again. “You pick up things fast.”

“Uh huh,” said Danny.

“Now, we’re just around the corner– Here!”

There was a relatively clear space, with a long counter on one side and a massive wall of tiny drawers on the other. On the counter rested a set of huge books, each one chained to the counter by a stout golden chain. Some of them were bigger than Danny. Well, bigger than Danny in his current form.

“Why gold?” asked Maddie. “That can’t be secure.”

“It’s probably cursed,” said Danny.

“Oh, yes, we have excellent security,” said the attendant, happily. “Or, well, the books do, anyway.” She went to the thinnest of the books and opened it up to the last few pages. “Here, this is where you want to start. You can make the cards in any of the languages I mentioned, and the catalog will take care of the rest. What else… Here’s a reference of what the cards look like.” She handed him a rectangular piece of card with a large dark stain on one corner. “Don’t mind the stain.”

“Right,” said Danny, looking over the format. “Where can I find blank ones?”

“Drawers under the counter,” said the attendant. “Oh, and stay here, alright? Some people don’t like it when guests are back here. And it’s also, well, a maze. I don’t want you to get lost.”

“So, um. Are you staying here?” asked Danny.

“Oh, no, I really can’t,” said the attendant. “I’ll check in on you in an hour or so, and then maybe I can show you the children’s section! If you don’t want to keep working, that is.”

“Uh huh,” said Danny, dubiously.

“And thank you so much. We really need this done.”

Danny sat down in one of the chairs at the counter, glowered at the edge of the counter, which was about even with his nose, then got some books to stack up in the seat so he could see over it properly. Then, he started to work.

“Why doesn’t their card catalog work with other languages?” asked Mom. “That seems like an oversight.”

“Four is already a good number for things like that,” said Danny. He glanced over his shoulder at the wall of drawers. “If you make something like that too smart, it’ll develop sentience and start to

“Er, Danno,” said Dad, “why are you doing this? Don’t get me wrong, it’s interesting! But not what I thought we were doing.”

Danny sighed, and began the long process of explaining his problems to his parents.

About half an hour in, Danny noticed the quality of light had changed. He looked up. First at the ceiling, then around the clear area. Glowing veins of light traced through the air in one of the gaps between piles of paper. Veins of light that Danny hadn’t caused. The ones he’d made on his way in had all but faded. He frowned. He’d definitely gotten the impression that there shouldn’t be any other guests here.

Maybe someone had gotten lost.

Or maybe it was another guest getting a tour or helping with something back here. Danny doubted all of the guests were translators, after all, and they had to earn their way in somehow.

#danny phantom #dannymay #dannymay 2024 #dannymay 2024 day 16: glowing veins #kingdom of fish #choose your own adventure #pollfic #poll fic

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speaking of summer i don’t see a lot of people drawing the lines between summer and maria but it gives me much to chew on because. how does a legend just disappear? you never showed your face. most of us came to accept you were probably dead. you shouldn’t want to be like me, i’m nothing but a disappointment

(all this to say i would not be surprised if we see summer wearing a mask like the grimm reaper)

"during his years of travel, he heard the same frightened whispers that spoke of a terrifying sorceress who commanded dark powers in the wilds among the beasts and monsters…" how does a legend just disappear?

no matter where or how he lived, her presence was always felt (he had to destroy salem, ruby says). how could such powerful bloodlines be so rare? (salem, ruby says).

it’s like.

the witch in the woods among beasts and monsters / the warrior in the woods swept away by monsters. how does a legend disappear? (when you finish a story, ozpin writes in the afterward, turn the page and start a new one. or of course you may always read this one again.)

& then summer: the pages are torn and there’s no final chapter.

& then salem: truth will rise/revealed by mirrored eyes.

it’s like—maria wasn’t a legend; the grimm reaper was the legend she created to hide herself, to keep her powers a secret. but!

TOCK: Well, that’s a fancy trick now, innit? ’Fraid it comes with a price, though, love. MARIA: I don’t think you realize who I am. TOCK: Course I do. You’re the Grimm Reaper, and these are the last sixty seconds of your life.

tock hunts down the grimm reaper, by following the light, and then kills her. the grimm reaper was a silver-eyed warrior. shatter the mask, cut out the eyes, and the legend dies. maria lives on to haunt her own story; most came to accept the grimm reaper was probably dead, but maria still lived, and no longer hid her face.

who was maria calavera, really? what was left behind, under that mask?

salem lives, but the woman you hold dear in your memories is gone. this is a circular story…

"i’m nothing but a disappointment." and "it's... comforting, seeing that your generation seems up to the task of inheriting this world. i'm just sorry i didn't do more to leave it in better shape."

& summer: "and all the times i swore that it would be okay/now i’m nothing but a liar and you’re thrown into the fray"

"a huntress is supposed to fight to the bitter end, but after i lost my eyes, i only ever looked after myself. […] i was afraid to fight."

& qrow, on what summer would have done if she’d learnt the truth: "pressed on, i think."

& salem: "and so we must… press on."

(waves vaguely also in

summer rose as the mask ruby wears and her ghost in the mirror.)

there’s this motif of like

a mask is a legend. a fairytale is a mask. a hero is not a person, a hero is a story. legends and fairytales scattered in time/maidens and kingdoms wrapped up in a lie—this is the end/here’s where you’ll die—the pages are torn and there’s no final chapter—you were born to hypnotize them all—truth will rise/revealed by mirrored eyes. in this story about taking off masks…

well.

you never showed your face.

everything we know about summer rose suggests that no one ever really knew her; the legend, the silver-eyed warrior, the paragon. the mask. and… then she found salem, and the legend died, the story ended, but the pages are torn and truth will rise revealed by mirrored eyes. you know?

it’s akin to what the narrative does with the maidens in that to become a maiden is a terrible burden and an inescapable duty… unless you’re cinder fall, and then it’s an act of self-liberation, a choice, a way to defy her destiny. right. a silver-eyed warrior is a legend destined to live and die fighting grimm… unless you’re summer rose, who chose to reach out and clasp the hand the grimm held out to her. you were born to hypnotize them all / truth will rise, revealed by mirrored eyes. insofar as she killed summer rose, salem killed the legend; she tore off the mask.

there are perhaps practical reasons for summer to don a mask at beacon, if disguising her identity is important for salem’s plans, so i wouldn’t be surprised if she’s introduced to us in the present wearing like, a beowolf mask to cover her face. but i’d bet on it coming off the instant salem enters the scene, too.

#light reveals; light blinds.

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You Can Find Me Where the Skies are Blue (BuckTommy fic) - 7/7

Summary:

Soulmates are rare. So rare that it's actually incredible that Buck has two soulmate couples in his life. Statistics tell him it's very unlikely for him to meet his soulmate. Of course, then he meets Tommy. Too bad it happens at the worst possible moment.

Canon compliant soulmate AU where Buck is still a mess and Tommy is still very understanding.

Words: 6,258

Rating: M (this applies to part of this chapter only...I've put *** around the section)

Ao3

Part One - Part Two - Part Three

Part Four - Part Five - Part Six

Part Seven

“So, tell me about your couch,” Tommy said.

Evan set his cup of coffee down after a sip. “I told you about Ali,” Evan said.

Tommy nodded. “Your ex…the one that picked out your apartment.”

Evan nodded.

“Did she also pick out your furniture and forget to get a couch?” Tommy asked, tilting his head to the side as a sign that he was mostly trying to be funny.

Evan rolled his eyes. “She did help pick most of it out. I did need the help. It was my first real apartment and I had no idea what I was doing. She did pick out a very nice couch. It was very comfortable.”

Tommy had more questions because there was so much that Evan wasn’t filling in and he didn’t know what to ask first. Instead, he let Evan continue.

“I spent a lot of time on that couch after she broke up with me,” Evan said. “The reality of my job hit her pretty hard. And I hated my place…I thought about moving, but that would have been harder. Those stairs do not mix well with a cast.”

“A cast?” Tommy asked.

He immediately hated the idea of Evan hurt. It came with the territory though. Tommy had had his own share of injuries over the years, more so when he was a firefighter than a pilot, but they still did happen.

Buck nodded. “I, uh, I don’t know if you heard about it. I was crushed under a ladder truck. My leg took the brunt of it.”

Things clicked for Tommy quickly. He did remember that, watching it on the news because it was his old firehouse and he’d been so worried for Hen and Chim and Bobby. He hadn’t known it was Evan and oh…Evan had been injured and his girlfriend had left him. She left him to sit in the apartment she’d picked out, on the couch that she had bought because his bedroom was up the stairs and it wouldn’t have made any sense for Evan to stay up there. Tommy hated it. He hated what Evan had gone through and on top of that being left by the person that was supposed to be there taking care of him.

“So you got rid of it?” Tommy asked.

“No. It was very comfortable. I had it for a few years and then I asked Taylor to move in. That was a mistake. She, uh, she said she had a superior couch and I didn’t fight her on that. So we got rid of mine. When we broke up, she took it with her.”

“This was your last girlfriend?” Tommy asked.

Evan shook his head. “The one that came before. Taylor’s the one that wrote the book.”

“And you didn’t replace it since?” Tommy asked.

Evan actually chuckled as he shook his head. “Not for a while. When I was struck by lightning, my parents were visiting. My mom got me a new couch. It wasn’t comfortable and it didn’t go with the apartment but it was a nice thought. So, I wasn’t upset when I had to deliver a baby on it.”

Tommy was still trying to think about Evan’s parents and their involvement. They hadn’t really talked about them much, not that Tommy had discussed his own family history. He was so focused on that part of what Evan had said that it took him a moment to try to explain why there had been a pregnant woman in Evan’s apartment. He couldn’t find a reason.

“You delivered a baby on your couch,” Tommy said.

Evan nodded. His cheeks had gone pink and he looked like he was trying to talk himself into saying something. Tommy just watched and he saw when Evan steeled himself.

“Hey,” Tommy said, “you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

Evan smiled. “I want to. I, uh, I’m a sperm donor,” he said. “Well, not in general, but I did donate sperm for my friend Conor and his wife. Cameron was upset with Conor and she was at my place when her water broke. I delivered their baby right on the couch. Got rid of it soon after.”

Tommy didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how to form any words, instead he just stared at Evan. Suddenly, he understood why Evan had said it was a long story and maybe it even explained why he hadn’t yet gotten a replacement. He was also a little stuck on Evan being a sperm donor. There was a kid out there with his DNA, one that probably even looked a little like him and Evan had even helped the mother give birth.

“How…how do you feel about that?” Tommy asked.

Evan shrugged his shoulders. “You know, there was a moment when I was holding the baby where I felt so much longing for him and then I gave him to Cameron and she loved him so much. She and Conor will give him such a good life because they wanted him so much. I mean, I hadn’t spoken to Conor for years before he called so I know I was something of a long shot, but they called anyway. They wanted him so badly. I don’t regret it.”

Tommy could tell that he meant it. Evan really was just that wonderful. He was admirable and Tommy knew not many people could do what he’d done.

“How long ago was that?” Tommy asked.

“A few months back.”

“And you never replaced the couch,” Tommy said with a grin.

“Ah, no. I did go look at a few with Natalia, but I didn’t find any that I liked.”

“There is so much to unwrap here,” Tommy said. “I don’t even know where to start.”

Evan just smiled. “I know,” he said. “You know, Chris makes fun of me for not having a couch, granted it’s partly because we can’t have any sleepovers.”

“We’ll fix that, Evan,” Tommy said, smiling at him. “We’ll find you a new couch.”

“Now,” Evan said, “it’s time for you to tell me something. Anything.”

Tommy grinned back. “Well,” he said, “is there anything you want to know specifically?”

“Uh, how…how did you know you were gay?” Evan asked it and then hid his face behind his coffee.

Tommy smiled easily. It was a little wild to him that Evan had only really come to terms with his own sexuality the night before. It hadn’t even been twenty four hours. Part of the way he was reacting was the soulmate thing, but Tommy had still tried to keep some distance between them when they got to the restaurant to not make it obvious just in case. In his experience, most people were accepting. They didn’t care about strangers when they had their own problems to deal with. But in a crowd of many, sometimes the one or two assholes were the loudest. The last thing Tommy wanted was to expose Evan to that, not that it wouldn’t happen eventually.

“Looking back, I think I knew pretty early,” Tommy said. “I didn’t get all the excitement about girls and then sometimes I did notice a guy and that was different. I knew gay people existed, obviously, but I didn’t think that was me. I hated it. I didn’t have anyone to turn to and my parents are very religious. I pushed myself to date girls…some attempt at being normal. I deluded myself into thinking that everyone was faking the excitement about dating…it wasn’t until the first time I kissed a guy that I knew.”

“Wow,” Evan said. “It wasn’t easy, then.”

“Not at all, Evan. I told myself lies for a long time. Sometimes to protect myself and other times because it was easier. You’re just coming to terms with who you’ve always been…I knew and I refused to acknowledge it for a long time.”

“Oh,” Evan said. “And your…your parents?”

Tommy chuckled. “I haven’t spoken to them in years. Don’t need to. Don’t intend to.”

“They weren’t accepting,” Evan said. “I’m so sorry, Tommy.”

“Don’t be. They’re religious in a bad way. It took me a long time to realize how much of what they said I internalized. How much it kept harming me. I’m better off without them.”

Tommy drank a gulp of his coffee. He hadn’t expected heavy conversation on what was meant to be their first date, but at the same time it was good to get it out of the way. Evan was watching him, small smile playing on his lips, and it was a reminder that their pasts wouldn’t mar who they were now or what they could be for each other.

“You know,” Evan said, “you might just beat me on bad parents. Though, I have no idea how they will react to this. I guess we’ll find out at the wedding.”

“Wedding?” Tommy asked.

Evan blushed. “Sorry,” he said. “I should have asked…will you be my date to my sister’s wedding?”

Tommy nodded at once. With anyone else it would have felt too soon and too quick.

“Of course, Evan. You won’t tell them before that?” Tommy asked.

“No,” Even said decidedly. “They’re, uh, not horrible people or anything. They were awful parents, but they’ve been trying because of Jee and some other things. They did buy me that couch.”

“The one you haven’t replaced,” Tommy said.

Evan laughed. “Yeah. It’s, uh, it’s complicated with them. Maybe if we’re lucky, Maddie will tell them for us.”

“Does Maddie even know about me?” Tommy asked.

Evan shook his head. “She knows I found my soulmate. I’ll tell her soon. Her, I’m not too worried about.”

Tommy couldn’t tell if that meant that Evan was actually worried about his parents or not. It almost seemed like he barely wanted to interact with them at all and Tommy could easily understand that.

They left when they finished their coffee, Tommy walking behind Evan and allowing his eyes to look at the way that Evan walked, how the jeans he was wearing hugged his ass just right. He really was too gorgeous for words and it was made so much better by who he was too. Tommy was in awe of him.

“What’s the rest of your day look like?” Evan asked.

“I do have a shift later, but clear otherwise.”

“Eddie didn’t call to make plans,” Evan said. “No street fighting or flights to Vegas.”

Tommy chuckled. “No, Evan.”

“It’s nice you guys get along, actually. My soulmate and my best friend.”

It hadn’t been a full day since they figured everything out. They had kissed for the first time the night before. Everything was insanely new and yet, somehow, it just felt so right. Especially when Evan grabbed his hand as if he did it all the time, or when he brought it up to his lips to press a kiss to Tommy’s knuckles that left his hand tingling.

—

“I have something to tell you,” Buck said. He fiddled with the lid of his coffee cup and watched Maddie.

His sister paused across the island from him. “Everything okay?” she asked, head tilted and a worry frown appearing on her forehead.

“It’s…well, actually everything is great,” Buck said.

She stared him down and Buck was aware, a little too aware, how well his sister knew him and how she could probably tell that he was ridiculously nervous and worried. He didn’t even know why, because it was Maddie and Maddie wouldn’t judge him or anything and yet that didn’t change how difficult it was.

“What happened?” Maddie asked.

Buck gulped. “Well, I told you I met my soulmate.”

Maddie nodded and suddenly she was smiling. “Oh. Is this an update? I’ve been meaning to ask, but it’s been a bit crazy with the wedding and everything.”

“Uh. Yeah. Yeah. It is. We figured everything out, Maddie. It’s really…it’s amazing.”

“I’m so happy for you, Evan,” Maddie said. “When do I get to meet her? Tell me it’ll be before the wedding.”

“About that,” Buck said, looking away from Maddie and taking a moment.

“Buck?”

Buck looked back up. “Yes, you can meet him before the wedding. It’s just that you might be a little…I don’t know, I was shocked so I can understand if you are too, but — oh, this is hard. It’s just that it isn’t what I expected and—”

Maddie lifted a hand, cutting him off. “You said him,” she said. “Your soulmate is a guy.”

Buck inhaled a breath and he nodded quickly. “Yeah.”

“Oh. Wow,” Maddie said and then found Buck’s gaze. “I don’t think I ever expected you could lean in that direction. It’s not — it’s not a bad thing. I just—”

“Didn’t expect it,” Buck said. “Yeah, me either. I’m bisexual, Maddie.”

Maddie smiled, then, and he could tell that she was just taking a moment to process. He didn’t blame her, it had taken him long enough to figure it out. That was especially so when considering how deluded he’d been for a little bit there. He’d been so convinced that it would be platonic and he was so glad to be wrong.

“I’m proud of you, Evan,” Maddie said. Her voice was full of emotion. “What’s, uh, what’s his name?” Maddie asked.

“It’s, uh, it’s Tommy,” Buck said.

“Tommy,” Maddie repeated.

Buck could see that she was putting it together, so he waited.

“The, uh, the pilot. The one that flew you guys out to the cruise ship. That’s when you met. Oh my god, that’s…wow.”

“I know,” Buck said. “He’s amazing, Maddie. Not just because he’s my soulmate but he’s just so confident and strong and did I mention how hot he is? I can’t stop thinking about him all the time. I had no clue it could be like this.”

One week since he’d kissed him and Buck hadn’t known a time when he was as excited about someone as he was about Tommy. Tommy still made him nervous, he made him blush and he made him giddy.

“I can’t wait to meet him,” Maddie said.

“He’s excited to meet you too,” Buck said. “Would have brought him over today except he had plans.”

“Where is he now?”

“At a pick up basketball game with Eddie,” Buck said with a roll of his eyes. “Now I have two of them trying to get me to go.”

Maddie grinned. “Do they know you don’t like basketball?”

“Who doesn’t like basketball?” Chim asked, entering the kitchen and heading to the fridge.

“Me,” Buck said.

Chimney grinned at him when he closed the fridge door. “Oh, is Eddie still trying to get you to go with him? I thought he said he was going with Tommy.”

“He did,” Buck said.

“Tommy’s so cool,” Chim said. “You know, he flew Eddie to see a fight in Vegas two weeks ago. We should hang out with him more, Maddie. I can’t believe I didn’t invite him to the wedding.”

“I’d really like to meet him,” Maddie said. “I’ve heard so much about him.”

Buck shared a look with Maddie. On the one hand, he knew it’d be a little funny for Chimney to find out about him and Tommy at the wedding, but on the other hand, Buck didn’t think he could keep it in for much longer.

“About that,” he said.

“What?” Chim asked. “What’s going on?”

“You know how Maddie asked you to add a plus one for me.”

Chimney coughed. “Yeah…very inconvenient Buck. It’s why we had RSVPs and you didn’t check the box. You have to check the plus one box, Buck. Don’t tell me you changed your mind. That is too late. I don’t care who you bring…you have to bring someone and Ravi doesn’t count, he has his own invitation. Just don’t invite the death doula. We don’t need that kind of energy at our wedding.”

Buck shared another look with Maddie.

“Spit it out, Buck,” Chim said.

He took a breath. Then, he just said it: “My plus one is Tommy,”

He saw the confusion cross Chim’s face and he didn’t seem to get very far in trying to figure out why, before he turned to Buck.

“I thought he’s been hanging out with Eddie, not you. And I only introduced you to Tommy the night we flew out into that hurricane. What’s…what’s going on?”

“Tommy is my soulmate,” Buck said.

That brought Chimney up short. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, eyes wide as he stared at Buck and then his eyes went to Maddie as if he was trying to figure out if she was somehow in on the joke with Buck.

“You’re pulling my leg,” he said. “How is that — wait, since when are you — wait, wait, I introduced the two of you! I did that!”

Buck laughed. “Yeah, Chim. I’m so glad you did.”

“So, does that mean you’re into guys now?”

Buck gave a quick nod. “I didn’t know I was, but it’s this thing that’s been missing for me and now I know. I’m bi.”

When he looked towards Maddie, he saw her actually wipe away a tear and it felt so good to know it was a happy tear and that he wasn’t making her cry for other reasons.

“Now we really have to hang out with Tommy more,” Chim said. “Welcome him to the family.”

“And we’re even,” Buck added.

Chim just laughed. “Yeah, Buck, I guess we are. Although…you know I did save his life once. He’s paid up on that favor, but you haven’t.”

Maddie reached over to hit Chim on the shoulder.

—

“I take it,” Lucy said, “things are going well. I mean, going by your good mood lately.”

Tommy rolled his eyes.

“Come on, Kinard, spill it.”

Tommy sighed. He’d told Lucy all about him and Evan finally getting the time to talk the last time he saw her. He didn’t tell her about how he’d messed up a bit, or how he’d had to cut a karaoke night short in order to get to Evan. Those were things she would never let go, but she knew that he and Evan were together.

“It’s going really well,” Tommy said. “He’s great.”

“And he’s into you,” Lucy said. “I don’t want to say I told you so…but I was right.”

Tommy just laughed. “In this single instance I’m glad you were right.”

A call came in, just then. Brushfire that was growing and might become something even bigger. Tommy gave Lucy a nod and then he was off. The copter he would take out was the one that they’d been filling up with the retardant he’d need to drop and so it was quick work and he was in the air in less than ten minutes.

The sky was blue, almost cloudless and Tommy loved it up there. He loved the freedom. He’d never quite managed to find that anywhere else. Even in the army, when he was flying into dangerous places and the chances were that they might get shot down, there had been something very liberating about lifting up into the air. He felt free with Evan. He felt like he was flying except his feet were on the ground.

—

Bobby was the one to remind Buck that he and his soulmate had to register the bond. The registry was to keep track of how many soulmate pairs existed, it helped with research. It also created a familial bond on paper. It wasn’t exactly mandatory, but it was useful. Buck was also well aware that for the jobs that they had it took care of a big thing: making each other their emergency contact.

He and Tommy had been together for three weeks. Buck had never before felt so settled and at ease. They hadn’t even done much more than kissing and hand holding. It was so chaste that Buck didn’t know if he could handle any more cold showers. He had never gone this slow in any relationship after his teen years. It was nice, though, even if the anticipation was just about killing him.

“I take it you figured everything out,” Bobby said, looking up from where he was chopping veggies.

“Yeah,” Buck said with a grin. “It’s not platonic after all.”

Bobby smiled and if he was surprised, he didn’t show it. “Glad to hear it. You deserve this, Buck.”

“I’m, uh, I’m bisexual, Bobby,” Buck said. “And my soulmate, it’s…my soulmate is Tommy. I met him the night we flew out to rescue you and Athena.”

Bobby set down the knife and his gaze was suddenly fixed on Buck. In the next moment he’d rounded the island and Buck was pulled into a tight hug that lasted several seconds before Bobby let him go.

“I am so proud of you, Buck. You’ve changed and grown so much since you first came in here. You know, you are a bit alike. I only worked with Tommy for a little while before he transferred. I don’t know him as well as I’d like, but I know he’s a good guy. Athena and I probably wouldn’t be here without him — or any of you, really. I’m happy for you both. You’ll have to bring him for dinner with Athena.”

“Uh, sure. Yeah. I’m sure he’ll love that. You know, he’s told me he missed your cooking.”

Bobby chuckled as he walked back to his cutting board. “I know you’ve perfected some of my recipes.”

“It’s not the same,” Buck said.

“We’ll plan for a night soon. Don’t forget to register the bond.”

“I won’t.”

“Won’t what?” Hen asked, taking the stool next to Buck’s.

“Won’t forget to register my soulmate bond,” Buck said.

“Oh, that,” Hen said. “There’s a lot of paperwork, but it’s easy. How, uh, how is it all going?”

It was going amazingly, better than any relationship that Buck had ever had beforehand. Some of it, he knew, was their compatibility — the thing that made them soulmates and just fully made for each other. Then, there was everything else.

“It was bumpy at first, but so far everything’s been great. He’s coming with me to the wedding. Probably the bachelor party too.”

Hen shook her head at once. “Hasn’t Chim already told you he doesn’t want one?”

“But it’s tradition,” Buck argued. “Bobby, tell her.”

Bobby shook his head and went back to chopping. “I’m not getting involved in this.”

Buck eyed both of them. “He is having a bachelor party.”

Hen just let out a sigh. “I’m not stopping you, Buck, but I’m also not getting involved in getting Chim to go to it when he doesn’t want it in the first place.”

Buck rolled his eyes. Chim would get on board once Buck explained his plan. There was a karaoke lounge they could go to and it could even be themed somehow. Chim deserved a party and not just because he was getting married…it was because he’d introduced Buck to Tommy and changed Buck’s entire life around. This wasn’t his wedding gift to them, but it was a gift to Chim.

—

“You finally wore him down,” Tommy said, not able to keep his amusement out of his voice.

“He wanted the party, just didn’t know it,” Evan said. “Only issue now is it took so long to get him to agree, the only day available at the place is the day before the wedding. We’ll make it work.”

“And that might keep it from getting out of hand,” Tommy said.

Evan nodded. “I promised Maddie he’d be in bed by one at the latest. It’s the only way she’s letting us do it that night.”

Tommy still wasn’t entirely clear on why Evan was pushing for a party that the groom didn’t even want, but he also liked how cute Evan was about the whole thing. He’d seen him making a list the other day and he didn’t know that sliders, drinks, and karaoke needed that much planning, but he was leaving Evan to it.

Evan finished cleaning the counter. The oven was on with the lasagna Evan had made them inside. A salad sat on the counter. It was already starting to smell good and Tommy was excited to try Evan’s version of one of Bobby’s recipes.

“How long until that’s ready?”

“Forty-five minutes,” Evan said.

“Good,” Tommy said, “I haven’t tried out your new couch yet.”

“It’s a couch,” Evan said, but followed him out of the kitchen.

“One where I haven’t kissed you yet,” Tommy said as he sat, sprawling himself on it because he could and because it was big enough for him to do so.

The couch was dark gray and a bit bulky in a way that meant it was easy to spread out across it. The cushions were just the right amount of soft. Evan had picked it out after agonizing over a few different options and it had only been delivered earlier that day. Tommy thought he’d chosen well.

“Come here,” Tommy said.

“Where, you’re taking up the whole thing,” Evan said with an amused chuckle.

Tommy reached for him, grabbing his hand and pulling lightly. Evan toppled on him a little harder than Tommy had planned, but he didn’t mind. He wrapped an arm around Evan’s back to keep him there and Evan situated himself until one of his legs was between Tommy’s, their torsos pressed together.

“What do you think?” Evan asked.

“About?”

“Couch?” Evan asked.

“I’ll tell you after,” Tommy said and drew him into a kiss, hand on Evan’s neck.

Kissing Evan would never get old, not when Evan was so enthusiastic and into it and not when he knew just how to drive Tommy crazy. It had been a full month since their first kiss and since they figured everything out and Evan had been driving him insane since then. Tommy had known from the start things wouldn’t go too fast between them, but Tommy was starting to feel like a teenager with the way his body was reacting to Evan.

Evan was new to being with a guy and Tommy knew first hand how it felt, so the last thing he wanted to do was pressure Evan into anything he wasn’t fully ready for. Not that Evan wasn’t eager. He kissed Tommy dirty, like he couldn’t wait to do more. A few times already they had both gotten more than a little carried away, biting love marks on each other’s necks and their hands wandering a bit south.

* * *

At the moment, Evan pulled away, reaching for Tommy’s shirt and dragging his hands over Tommy’s stomach and chest. The shirt, rucked up to his armpits, Evan bent down and he kissed Tommy’s stomach, teeth nipping lightly as he made his way up, pausing at the scar Tommy knew was there to brush light kisses over it and then after a slight moment of hesitation, his mouth was on Tommy’s nipple.

Tommy let out a sound that was half moan and half groan. Evan laughed and then he was back at Tommy’s lips, kissing him lightly.

“Okay?”

Tommy just kissed him again in answer.

They were so pressed together that it wasn’t difficult to feel Evan, not when he moved so much and when his hands were all over Tommy’s chest. And then, Evan sat back and he reached for his shirt and drew it up his body until it was off and Tommy had no idea where it landed because his eyes had more important things to be consumed by.

It wasn’t the first time he’d seen Evan shirtless, but this felt different. Purposeful. Evan was all hard panes and muscle.

“Evan,” he said, breathless and wanting.

“Tommy,” Evan said in return and the warm palms of his hands were on Tommy’s stomach, one finger catching on the trail of hair that went down into his pants towards his very hard and twitching dick.

Tommy gasped and Evan’s fingers made their way up his chest, palms rubbing lightly on his nipples and taking Tommy’s breath away. His fingers even traced the scar he’d kissed earlier.Tommy reached for him, hands landing on Evan’s hips. His skin was warm and soft and perfect. All of him was perfect.

“Shirt off,” Evan said.

Tommy had to sit up to make it happen, bringing him and Evan closer still and somehow Evan shifted his weight and he was straddling Tommy at the waist. When Tommy lay back again, Evan sat back and his ass was right there, right on Tommy’s very interested cock. Tommy groaned and Evan made a gasping but unsurprised noise as he leaned towards Tommy and their lips met again.

Tommy’s hands climbed up Evan’s back, feeling his shoulder blades and then down his sides until they were on the top of Evan’s jeans. Evan groaned into the kiss and Tommy’s hand slid down, grasping Evan’s ass, groping at him and grinding up into him almost involuntarily.

Evan moaned against his neck, his hot breath making Tommy shiver and then Evan moved and it didn’t matter that they were still wearing jeans and underwear, because even feeling him like that felt like enough.

Evan kissed up his jaw and then his neck and down, giving each of his nipples attention that had Tommy throwing his head back. Evan, the little shit, just grinned into Tommy’s skin as he just kept kissing down and down and down. He only looked up once he’d made it to the top of Tommy’s jeans.

“I want to see you,” Evan said, voice almost shy. His cheeks were pink, but his blue eyes shone.

Tommy almost couldn’t find words. He could only nod and watch as Evan’s fingers fumbled with the button and then the zipper. Tommy helped him drag his jeans down some and he felt Evan pause.

“Hey,” he said and Evan’s eyes were on him again. “At your pace, right? You don’t have to do anything.”

“Right,” Evan said and he leaned over to kiss him again. “I want you so much, Tommy.”

Tommy had no idea where the self-restraint came from when Evan finally fumbled with moving Tommy’s underwear out of the way until his cock was out, tip more than a little wet and oh so absolutely hard.

“Oh,” Evan said and then his hand was there touching the skin around his dick…exploring. Teasing.

Tommy groaned too loud when Evan’s hand finally wrapped around him, moving and grasping in the most delicious way, his thumb touching the head and then because Evan didn’t do anything by halves, Evan’s lips and his tongue and the way that he groaned at the taste before going back for more. His eyes met Tommy’s and they were glinting and awed and Tommy was never going to forget Evan looking at him like that. Not ever.

He knew what it was like, the first time you touched a dick that wasn’t your own, how it felt to actually know in the practical sense. Evan touched him a little too gently at first, but he touched him reverently. He also, seemed to catch on quick and his grip got a little tighter as he moved his hand up and down and Tommy could hardly keep watching because it was too much and Evan was enthusiastic even in this because Tommy didn’t expect it when his lips were there again, kissing down his shaft and then licking up until his mouth took in the head and the heat of his mouth was too much in a way that Tommy had never experienced before because usually this wouldn’t be all that it took, but this was Evan and he was — oh, god—

“Evan,” Tommy said. “Evan, I’m—”

Evan’s head lifted up and Tommy grabbed for his discarded shirt, unloaded right into it.

“Oh,” Evan said, eyes wide and his mouth spread into a self satisfied grin.

“I didn’t want to get it on the couch,” Tommy said as he dropped his shirt aside.

They both broke out into laughter and Evan leaned into him a bit. He found Evan’s eyes back on his spent cock, and then they moved up to Tommy’s face, still smiling. He leaned forward, kissing him. It was gentler, a slower kiss that Evan pulled back from until Tommy reached up to touch him, to cradle his face and bring him back. Oh, he was falling for him and falling fast. The kiss turned harder and Tommy dropped his hands to Evan’s waist, grasping him until he could turn them and push Evan to his back on the couch.

“Wha—” Evan said.

“Let me take care of you,” Tommy said and he kissed Evan again, kissed his jaw and then his lips again.

“Don’t,” Evan said with a gasp that almost made Tommy sit up and let him go except that Evan held onto him. “Don’t stop.”

Tommy reached between them one handed and Evan nodded as he kissed Evan’s neck, licking up a bead of salty sweat. He opened Evan’s jeans and Evan helped to bring them down alongside his underwear and Tommy groaned into Evan’s clavicle when his hand finally grasped him. Evan was big. He was girthy, he was beautiful and he just held him for a while, touched the wet head with his thumb. Evan was shaking, letting out the most gorgeous little whines. Tommy wanted to taste him, he wanted to feel Evan’s cock on his tongue and in his throat and—

“Can I—”

“Anything,” Evan said, breathless as he cut his question off.

Tommy chuckled. He kissed down his chest, not lingering, though one day he would. He would kiss every inch of Evan. Then, he was there and Evan’s cock twitched under his gaze. Tommy looked back up at Evan who was looking at him, mouth slack and eyes dilated. He was too gorgeous. Too amazing. He was his.

Tommy took it slowly, tongued the very tip and then ran his mouth down the underside, listening for Evan’s gasp and groan and how he whimpered. And then, he lowered his mouth over the tip and down. Breathing through his nose and getting all the musk and sweat and sex…the Evan of it all. He was never going to have enough of this.

Evan didn’t last long and Tommy let him cum in his mouth, and even then, what he couldn’t swallow dripped down his chin when Evan’s spent cock left his mouth. Evan looked at him almost lazily, blinking and smiling. He reached for him and Tommy moved so he was leaning over him and he was just a little surprised when Evan wiped his own cum from Tommy’s chin before he brought that finger to his own lips and then, because that wasn’t enough, he pulled Tommy into a short but sweet kiss.

* * *

“That’s one way to break in a new couch,” Evan said, eventually.

He felt Evan’s laughter more than heard it. Tommy pressed their foreheads together. He closed his eyes. He took in the moment. He had never felt happier, never felt as hopeful, never known with such surety that he’d found somewhere to belong; someone to belong to.

—

Buck would have laid with Tommy on his new couch for a lot longer, but he could admit that with both of their pants not even all the way down their thighs and their dicks hanging out, things were only heading in the direction of not comfortable. Buck went up the stairs to the bathroom up there while Tommy took the one downstairs. He cleaned himself up, got into a clean pair of boxers and pants and shirt because he had no idea where in the living room his other shirt had ended up.

“Hey, Evan, I’m gonna need to borrow a shirt,” Tommy called up.

“I’m not opposed to keeping you without,” Buck called back even as he searched his closet for something that might fit Tommy.

He settled on one of his bigger LAFD t-shirts and even then when Tommy put it on, it was tight across his chest, highlighting his pectorals in a way that it was almost like he still wasn’t wearing anything.

“I like you in my clothes,” Buck said.

His hand landed on Tommy’s chest, crawling up to his neck, breath catching as he remembered what had happened on his couch. How it had felt to have Tommy’s body above him and under him and his mouth and his touch. If there had been any question about Buck’s attraction to men, it had been obliterated the moment that he had Tommy’s dick in his hand and all he’d felt was longing and a deep want. Buck had always loved sex and sex with Tommy was everything. They’d barely even done much and yet it left him so warm and so wanted and so satisfied at the same time as hungry for more.

“How do you feel?” Tommy asked.

“Amazing,” Buck answered and he pulled Tommy to him and into a kiss.

Tommy’s arms were around Buck, pulling him in flush against him and they swayed on the spot as they kissed until they were both breathless, and even then they stayed in their embrace, neither ready to let go.

“How about you?” Buck asked.

“Me?”

“How do you feel?” Buck asked.

“Like I’ve found where I belong,” Tommy said.

Buck hummed. “Yeah, I think we’ve both found that.”

#911 abc #bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley #bucktommy fic #tevan #kinley #911 fic #buck x tommy #you can find me where the skies are blue

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SEPHIROTH FIC WITH READER TRYING TO TEACH HIM HOW TO KISS PLSPLSPLSPLSPLS

is this your way of flirting? 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

sephiroth (ffvii) x reader

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this was such a cute request omg you guys rlly love sephiroth 😭

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mentions of kissing (ew cooties!!), sephiroth and you being enamored with each other except this is more of a friends to lovers kinda thing, intended lowercase, lmk if i missed anything!!

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sometimes you think sephiroth was brought upon this world to help you, and your thoughts have never been clearer as you watched him sit in front of you. your eyes traced along the curve of his nose, painted golden with the light of dawn shining on him. his eyes; now aquamarine, especially with the amount of mako running through him, so slender and catlike as they squinted at the sun. sephiroth was ethereal, that was a fact.

it almost felt wrong admiring his features, and a cool sheen of sweat washed over you as his eyes flickered over to yours. as you looked into his eyes, watching as his lashes fluttered with his gaze, you constantly had to remind yourself that he was your friend— and he had asked for your help. nothing more, you thought.

nothing more.

“i apologize for having to call upon you so early, i know you’d typically prefer to sleep in.” he finally said. his words chimed into your brain and interrupted the wistful silence that had been brought upon you two, distant birds and buzzing of insects were suddenly drowned out with sephiroth’s cool tone of voice.

“if you call not waking up at 5am every morning ‘sleeping in’— then yeah, i’d prefer to ‘sleep in’.” you scoffed, your lips twitching to form a small smile at his quiet chuckle. a comfortable silence strung itself between you two, only your sighs filling the air. you took one last glance at sephiroth, your movements pausing as you met his eyes. as per usual, he held that strong stare, except the comforting feeling that came with it was only reserved for you.

you felt guilty, but you couldn’t help but let your eyes trail down from sephiroth’s eyes, to the slope of his nose, and finally to his cool-toned lips. his usual smirk rested on his face, his bottom lip pouting out just the smallest bit as he amusedly gazed at you. it seemed like all of your verbal self control had left your body as you couldn’t stop the words tumbling past your lips, “have you ever kissed someone before, sephiroth?”

and how you wished you could’ve taken back your words the moment they left your lips, wincing inside at his raised brow. his smile never left his face, though— and then he started to laugh. a good, hearty laugh. and your cheeks couldn’t help but heat up.

“what? honestly—!” you said, although you couldn’t even bite back your smile. it was always rare to see him laugh as genuine as he was right now, and whenever he would, it was always contagious.

calming down from his fit of laughter, he shook his head in amusement as he closed his eyes; almost like it was such a silly question. small chuckles still escaped him in the process. “well i suppose, if we’re being honest, i don’t have much experience in the field of romance.”

now it was your turn to quirk a brow as you feigned shock, “the—the sephiroth—has never kissed someone before?”

“i’ve kissed people, before.”

you made an exaggerated ‘hmmm..’ noise as you tapped your chin and looked up, pretending to look so very deep in thought; breaking character when you heard sephiroth scoff. laughing behind your hand, you turned your head back towards the sun and looked out into the horizon— watching as the grass swayed with the soft breeze and the hummingbirds zipped around to their collective plants. your eyes squinted as they adjusted to the golden rays, shining on your skin.

“are you interested in teaching me?” came the cool voice from beside you, immediately making you turn and cock your head at him. narrowing your eyes, you study him carefully. maybe for any signs of a joke, even when the glint in his eyes told a different story.

you laughed out of uncertainty, “is this your way of flirting with me, seph?”

“possibly,” he said, hand snaking itself across the long grass as it grazed your other hand, “perhaps there are more.. kinesthetic— methods in which i can achieve a better understanding of this topic.” you grinned, watching as he mimicked your earlier antics and cocked his head himself.

a few more moments and where were you at now? holding the elite military first class SOLDIER, sephiroth’s face in your hands, maybe not so subtly rubbing their thumb along his skin and relishing in the softness of his cheek. despite being in the field or training all at, sephiroth surprisingly had little to no acne. instead, he maintained this almost glossy skin tone and a healthy bone structure, whether it was all the mako SOLDIERs had or not, he was considerably the most beautiful man you had ever witnessed to walk the planet.

“don’t purse your lips too much, okay? only once you interlock them with mine.” you muttered.

“where do i put my hands?” at this proximity, you could practically taste him against you. another reminder; he’s on your friend, you frowned. your brain didn’t know how to feel, this felt so intimate, you didn’t know how to respond to it anymore. but instead, you simply gave him a soft smile. leading his hand towards your waist, you’re reassured that it’s okay once sephiroth gives you a half-smile of his own.

“and this is alright?”

“it’s all with what you’re comfortable with, you’re the one who asked me to teach you, seph.” the way the slew of words flowed so warmly out past your lips and into his ears was sublime to him, his chest couldn’t help but tighten. so sweet, even to what he thought of you as a ‘friend’, paining his heart that you possibly didn’t requite his feelings. but it didn’t matter, this was just more of a reason to get closer to you. sephiroth had a way around kissing, he had managed this far, but seeing you so gentle with him tugged at his heart strings.

it only worsened when you finally leaned in, your eyelashes fluttering as they flickered between his eyes and his lips. but when he finally let his eyes fall shut and your lips against his, it was like his heart was in his throat. it felt oddly comforting, the sounds of nature in the distance as the light of dawn shone on the both of you. it wasn’t anything special, but the slow rhythm of which your lips moved was enough for the both of you.

he pulled away for a moment, smiling at the way you leaned in to chase him for one more kiss. he placed his own hand on your face, tilting your chin up as your eyes blinked open. alas, another smug smile with his words, “eager, are we?”

“as if you weren’t the one flirting with me, first.”

he made a low hum before grabbing a soft hold on your hands and leaning in once more, letting himself drown in the river that is you. he’ll let himself sink in the cool water for as long as he can, savoring the wet droplets that remain on his skin after he’s left— and when he’s alone, all he’ll think of is you.

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@jegulus-microfic - prompt: drive - wc: 613

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Regulus flipped the page of his book lazily, knees tucked up comfortably as his back pressed against the wall of his favorite hiding nook–a small space above the eyesight of most people in the main courtyard. Sometimes, he came up here just to people-watch, but most days, all he wanted to do was read in peace. Doing this in his dorm had become a challenging task ever since Evan and Barty got together a few months ago.

As his eyes scan over the page in front of him, he hears hurried footsteps echoing down the corridor on his left side and can’t help but be the slightest bit curious. He was one of the few students with a free period at this time of day, so it wasn’t often that anyone would be moving through this area. When his gaze landed on the two idiots running down said corridor, everything suddenly made sense.

His older brother, whom he had only very recently started acknowledging again, raced to chase someone around the circular fountain placed directly in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by stone paths that lead to the four surrounding corridors. Being chased was none other than James Potter, the moron that happened to be the most fit person Regulus had ever laid his eyes on. Deciding that whatever was going on between the best friends was much more interesting, Regulus folded down the top corner of his page and closed it, placing it by his feet.

“Padfoot, please, just hear me out!” Potter exclaimed, turning to run backward so he could make eye contact with his pursuer.

“No, I will not hear you out on this, James!” Sirius’ brows furrowed, a look of borderline betrayal painting his face. “You should’ve told me before you announced it to the entire school!”

“It was only our potions class, and you’re likely the only person who even connected the dots!” James dodged sideways as Sirius launched himself at him. “All I did was answer a simple question, Pads! How was I supposed to know that you would know?!”

“He’s my baby brother, you twat!” Sirius all but yells out, throwing his hands into the air dramatically.

What the hell was going on?

Regulus shifted so he was directly facing the two of them, careful not to knock his book over with his foot. He wanted to know what this was about and what it had to do with him.

“I didn’t know what the smell meant! You know I’m bad with potions,” James breathes out, starting to very clearly run out of breath. “I didn’t even know what amortentia was until Remus told me why you were so angry!”

Wait, what?

Regulus nearly fell from how hard he flinched upon hearing Potter’s words. He was able to catch himself but failed to catch his wand that slipped out of his pocket. His lips pulled into a grimace as he heard the clatter of wood hitting stone.

“What was that?” Sirius’ head whipped around to observe the area, his eyes quickly landing on the wand. Shit. “Reggie? Where the hell even are you?”

Regulus stayed silent, even going as far as holding his breath. He watched as James’ eyes widened and knew that the older boy was definitely not planning on ever saying anything about his supposed crush. He didn’t know what to do with any of this information as his heartbeat grew faster and louder in his chest. “Whatever. I’m going back to class before Slughorn gets Minnie involved,” Sirius sighs, picking up Regulus’ wand from the ground and beginning to walk into the corridor from which they came. “You both drive me insane.”

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A matter best discussed with Papa

Papa III x Reader

Tags: fingering, daddy kink... but I suppose it's more of a Papa kink?? Getting freaky with Papa in his office!!!

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You’d stayed behind in the pews, sitting on your own after the weekly sermon. You wanted to talk to Papa but he was talking to some other sisters. You couldn’t be bothered enough to listen closely to what they were saying, not with the questions you had. Today’s sermon had been—not unusually—about sex, but specifically the orgasm and its importance in rituals. Papa Terzo was undeniably very interested in the topic, and he spoke openly about it, including his own sexual experiences.

Now, of course, there were some giggles and some whispers when Papa expressed his fondness of orgasms, the supposed ecstasy that they brought. It was then that you realized you hadn’t experienced anything similar to what he had been speaking about. Then again, your sexual encounters had been very minimal—but you couldn’t help but wonder, maybe you’d been masturbating incorrectly as well. You figured it was a topic best to discuss with the man who seemed to know all about it.

“oh—Papa,” You said as you hastily got up from the pews, noticing the others had left. Papa’s turn was a tad dramatic as he heard your voice, his robes swishing around him as you made your way to the other end of the chapel.

“Si, cara, what is it?” He said in his usual smooth voice, looking down at you with a fond smile. You’d always suspected he favored you over the others—for reasons unknown.

“Uhm...” You briefly glanced at your feet, then down the hall to make sure it was empty. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Papa let out a soft, breathy chuckle as your cheeks started to burn up.

“Would it make you more comfortable to discuss this in my office, cara?”

“Yes, that’d be... that’d be nice.” You nodded quickly, smiling softly as Papa lovingly flicked his index finger under your chin. You followed him to his office as he had suggested. Your heeled shoes clacked against the marble floors of the ministry as the two of you walked.

“Is it about the sermon?” Papa asked as he cast you another glance. He chuckled once more when he saw you gulp, looking away from him.

The two of you walked in silence for a minute before reaching Papa’s office, he opened one of the large, ornate wooden doors and motioned for you to enter. You hesitantly did so, Papa shutting the door behind you.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, tesoro, truly,” He exhorted, sitting down in the expensive chair behind his large desk. His fingers tapped on the wood as you took your seat across from him.

“Now tell me—tell Papa what’s been bothering you.”

You twiddled your thumbs, letting out an unsure “Ummm...” as Papa stared at you, waiting for you to tell him what was going on. He could tell you were somewhat uncomfortable, sighing softly as he leaned back in his chair.

“Well...” you began, piquing Papa’s interest. “You were talking about orgasms and such and I uh... I don’t think I’ve ever had one.”

Papa lifted an eyebrow, a small grin starting to form on his painted cheeks. “I see...” He murmured.

After a few seconds of silence, he patted his lap, waving you over to him. “Come sit,”

You sheepishly walked over, feeling his hands wrap around you and hold you steady as you sat in his lap. He smiled at your obedience, and how shy you looked. You weren’t the most outspoken of the sisters, but he’d never seen you this shy.

“Now tell me, Cara,” One of his hands rested on the side of your thigh, his gloved hand swishing his thumb just below the hem of your habit. “Do you want me to tell you, or do you want me to show you?”

Of course, Papa wanted you to agree to the latter, nothing was more relaxing than having a cute girl writhe in pleasure because of his ministrations. It was definitely one of his favorite pastime activities.

“Show me,” You muttered, biting your lip anxiously as Papa squished your thigh with a grin.

“Good girl,” He spoke in a deep tone, carefully pulling your leg open. “Let Papa show you how to relax.”

You looked at him, seeing his face light up at the thought of being able to pleasure you. He carefully hiked up your already short habit, looking up at you to make sure you were comfortable. A small gasp left your lips as you felt his hand, gently stroking up and down your clothed heat.

“Hm... see what I’m doing? Gotta get you nice and bothered before we do anything else, huh?” He absently bit his lip, his leather glove cold against you.

His gentle movements made for a bunch of comfortable, soft tingles around your lower region, warmth stirring up in your body at the pleasure.

You let out a soft, content sigh as you started to ease into Papa’s touches, he let out a proud chuckle at your submission.

He drew a quick, lazy circle over your clit before stopping the motions, dragging his large hand up your torso and cupping one of your breasts carefully. You let out a soft gasp as his thumb flicked over your nipple, making him chuckle again.

Then, he went silent for a second, his gaze reverting to an old, floor-length mirror across the office. A smirk spread across his cheeks as he let go of you and patted your leg.

“Do Papa a favor and sit there,” He grumbled smoothly as he pointed at the floor in front of the mirror.

You nodded and silently got off his lap, sitting down where he’d pointed at. You followed his movements through the mirror, watching as he took off his gloves before following after you and sitting behind you with his legs on either side of you.

“Papa’s going to show you how to relax, hm... Si?”

The way you panted and blushed as your eyes roamed away filled him with need. The thought of him corrupting such a gentle soul made him let out a shaky sigh.

“Take your uh...” Papa pondered for a second, not knowing the English word. “Your—your mutandine, take them off.”

“Si,” You responded coyly, knowing what he meant. You quickly slid your panties off, laying them beside you.

“Now, open your legs for me.” He kept grinning to himself when you did so, your pussy already slick from his limited touches. “Mio piccola ragazza, you are adorable.” You hooked your legs over his, giving him more room to stroke and rub. He did so happily, his index and ring finger leisurely drawing circles on your puffy clit. His head rested on your shoulder to properly inspect your reactions in the mirror.

The sight was one for sore eyes; your eyes lidded and fixated on his hand in the reflection, your cheeks red and your breathing slightly heavier than usual. You were so responsive, so much more perverted than Papa had ever could have guessed. He loved it.

“Dio, you’re wet,” He bit his lip softly, speeding his fingers up and rubbing your clit a little longer before stopping and inspecting your wetness coating and webbing between his fingers. He let out a soft grunt as he pushed those same two fingers into your juicy cunt, earning a small whine from you.

“Feels good, hm?”

“Yeah,” You replied breathily, little sounds starting to fall from your lips as the older man started to repeatedly pump his fingers in and out. The movement made a wet squelching noise that in turn made Papa smirk. His free hand wrapped around you and squeezed your tits needily, making it harder for you to focus on what he was doing.

After a little while he pulled his fingers out, his hand moving to hold your face as he lifted his hand to your mouth. “Suck them clean for Papa,” He grinned, watching you do as he asked, your tongue eagerly sucking his fingers clean from your slick. He chuckled after pulling them back out and letting go of your face.

“Now, watch what I do.” You watched his hand as he curled his fingers upward. “See? It’s going to feel good like that, I promise.”

His fingers were back in you before you could fully process what he meant. You let out a surprised gasp and watched him do the same thing he did before, only now he was curling his fingers up against a specifically sensitive spot inside you. Your mouth hung open at the intense, yet pleasurable feeling.

He switched between pumping his fingers in and out and curling them periodically, slowly speeding up little by little to push you over the edge. You felt a few soft kisses against your neck as you finally let your head loll back, moans and whines exiting your throat deliciously. It was no secret that the sight alone drove Papa wild, you could feel his rock-hard cock pressing into your lower back.

But this was about you, so you tried not to focus on it too much.

Your moans became a bit louder as Papa hammered his fingers against that delicious spot over and over, your legs started to tremble as you felt yourself grow closer to an orgasm—a feeling that was new to you. You couldn’t keep quiet, it felt too good. You felt a tight, warm knot twisting your insides and begging to unravel. Papa spoke up once he noticed your breathing starting to quicken.

“You’re close,” He grinned, glancing at your trembling thighs. “Rub your clit for me, cara, it’ll make it feel even better.”

Your hand trembled as you slid it down, your entire cunt coated in your juices, as well as the inner parts of your thighs. You’d never felt this great—euphoric, and you hadn’t even come yet. Papa’s hands were like magic.

You carefully rubbed your clit, your legs starting to involuntarily twitch when you started. It felt so intense and you had no clue why you hadn’t ever come to this point on your own.

“O-oh, Satan, I think I’m going to cum,” You managed to mumble between your many pleasured noises.

Papa’s eyes raked over your body, taking in the jumble of hands between your legs, your hard nipples poking through your habit, the slight sheen of sweat on your neck... fuck. He groaned at the sight. You were more beautiful than any painting he had ever seen, your body writhing in pleasure like it was designed to do so.

“Cum for me.” He said in a low, hoarse voice. It sounded more like a command than any of his other sweet comments.

Those three words were all it took. The knot unraveled and you struggled to keep the rhythm on your clit, a wave of tingles shooting up to your head and down to the tips of your toes. Your body trembled as Papa kept up his flawless pace, moaning softly as your back arched and your cunt spasmed around his fingers. You had never felt this great, nor had you felt this perverted. Nobody had managed to get you near an orgasm before, but in your defense you were ill-informed.

Your moans echoed through the office, they were probably loud enough for anyone outside to hear, but you didn’t care. It all felt too good. Your body was overcome with ecstasy, making you wish the pleasure would never end.

Alas, your orgasm gradually died down. Papa pulled his fingers out and licked them clean himself this time, letting out the softest moan at your taste. He would have loved to dive between your legs and use his tongue to make you cum again, but you looked exhausted from it all. His hands slid down to your thighs, his thumbs soothingly rubbing back and forth over the skin.

“hm...” He hummed, kissing your temple. “Poor thing... you must be exhausted.”

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