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zacc-attacc · 3 years

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Nature: A Javid Oneshot

A/N: My first ever oneshot on this website! I hope y’all enjoy!

Word Count- 1.2k

Jack loved the open sky. He loved the stars, the sounds of nature, and everything in between. But, more than anything, it calmed him, something that not many things were able to do. As a kid, he had always dreamed of falling asleep under the stars every single night. And when he was bounced around in foster care, the night sky had been the one common variable. Always there, like a blanket. Luckily for Jack, Some of the Newsies had put together a camping trip in the woods near campus. They had tents (from the Dollar Tree, probably), a bunch of marshmallows, some hotdogs, and a whole lot of energy. And Jack? Jack an invite and a limited will to live. At least Davey would be there, which, to be honest, had its ups and downs.

Ups, because Davey was single-handedly the sweetest human alive and a fun dude to hang out with. And downs, because Davey was Mom Friend Supreme™ and also had an annoying tendency to make Jack’s normally stoic heart do a tap dance in his chest. Which really was inconvenient because Jack’s last relationship had ended only four weeks ago. It wasn’t a nasty breakup, he and Katherine were actually still friends, but the boys still expected him to be depressed about it. But Jack didn’t like to linger. He was upset for a few days, but now he was over it. Katherine obviously was as well, since she was seen going on a few coffee dates with some girl.

But tonight, none of that mattered. Tonight, he could be whoever he wanted to be because that’s just how it was with the Newsies.

Tonight, he could eat bargain hot dogs and s’ mores, and avoid the fact that he was hopelessly in love with the only man he couldn’t have; because god forbid David Jacobs dated a mess like him.

Jack knew exactly where he lay in David’s mind. He was a close friend, maybe a sort of Uncle to his future children with his perfect little life with his husband in the suburbs. David liked him well enough, but he would likely never love him. And Jack had tried to accept that, even though, thus far, it had only made it much worse.

“Ay! Jack! You packed?” Crutchie yelled from his lower bunk. Jack was stretched out on the top bunk, staring at a half-finished political cartoon for his class.

“Yeah… What time’d the guys say to be there?” Jack sat up, hitting his head on the low ceiling. He wasn’t even that tall and it managed to injure him on a daily basis.

“...In five minutes.”

“Shit-” Jack muttered, scrambling to jump down the bunk, only succeeding in hitting his head yet again on the ceiling. After hitting the floor in the heap, all Jack could hear was Crutchie’s cackles.

“Just kidding, It’s actually in 20- I just wanted to see your reaction,” Crutchie wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye.

“Yeah, real funny, Crutch,” Jack mumbled, rolling his eyes and smiling. As much as he loved his little brother, he, unfortunately, knew exactly how to get Jack riled up quite easily, which normally ended in Jack running into a wall or stabbing himself in the arm with a pen in a panic.

“S’funny to me,” Crutchie choked out, still laughing. Jack pushed himself to his feet, brushing off the assorted chip crumbs that had migrated from the shitty shag carpeting of his dorm onto his shirt.

“I know, I know,” Jack muttered, grabbing Crutchie’s crutch from the wall and handing them to him. Looking at his laughing face, Jack couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“Alright, let’s get a move on… You ready?” Jack shook his head while still grinning, snatching his duffle bag and Crutchie’s backpack from beside the door.

“Ay! I can carry that!" Crutchie protested, making a grab at the bag.

“Wow, brother dearest, won’t even let me carry a bag,” Jack joked, sticking out his tongue and popping into a dead sprint down the hallway.

“NOW THAT’S JUST UNCALLED FOR!” Crutchie yelled from the hallway.

“LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU, STUPID HEAD!” Jack shouted back, slamming open the door for the stairs and sliding onto the railings down the flights. Once he reached the bottom, he pulled out his phone.

“Text RaceyBoi.”

“What would you like to say?” that stupid automated voice asked back, not fully human or robotic.

“‘Can you go walk Crutchie to the campsite? Left him for CPS reasons.’” CPS was not, in fact, Child Protective Services, but instead Crutchie Protection Squad.

Smiling to himself, Jack started walking towards the woods on the outskirts of campus. He thought he saw Kid Blink and Spot at one point, Heely-ing towards the woods. He couldn’t help but wonder how the wheels would hold up amongst all the vegetation, and quietly hoped he wouldn’t have to call an ambulance tonight.

“Hey, Jack!” came a familiar voice from behind him. His heart automatically deciding to kick into overdrive, Jack turned around to see none other than David Jacobs, grinning and clutching a duffle bag.

“Whaddup, Dave,” Jack grinned back, clapping the taller boy on the shoulder. Seriously, who gave him the right to be this tall? He was like a noodle with a head and arms.

“You heading down to the campsite?” Davey asked, falling into step with Jack.

“That’s the plan. Race is taking Crutchie so that idiot won’t try to carry his backpack again.”

“...You realize he can carry it perfectly fine, right?” Davey said, looking slightly confused.

“Yeah, but I just feel like doin’ something nice for him, y’ know?”

“You may be stupid at times, but you are a good brother, Jack Kelly,” Davey chuckled, taking off his hat and flipping it backward.

“Ey, now don’t get to tellin’ the boys that, I have a reputation as a jerk to keep,” Jack couldn’t stop smiling. Why couldn’t he stop smiling? He felt like someone had turned him into the fucking sun from the Teletubbies.

“I don’t think you could pass as a jerk if you tried,” Davey shrugged, looking into Jack’s eyes so he could get the point across. God, his eyes were brown. Beautiful, chocolatey, perfect brown.

“You would be surprised,” Jack said, tearing his eyes away.

Don’t let yourself get attached, dammit.

“Hey,” Davey stopped. Jack stopped too, staring at him. He put his hand on Jack’s shoulder.

“Don’t… Don’t talk like that. I know you, Jackie. Okay? And you aren’t an asshole.”

“Jeez, David, only a few minutes into the trip and you’re already on the late-night talks-” Jack turned away, hoping Davey couldn’t see that he was blushing.

“I need to hear you say it, okay?” He turned Jack around, forcing him yet again to look into his eyes.

“Fine. I… I ain’t an asshole. Ya happy?” Jack bit his tongue forcefully. That almost physically pained him to say.

“Yeah. I… I’m sorry Jack,” Davey said. Jack still wasn’t looking at him.

“Don’t apologize for caring, Davey.”

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

It was late. The shitty fire that had taken them almost a full hour to make was burning low, and Jack had to keep prodding it with a random stick to keep it lit. Most of the boys had already retired to their tents and sleeping bags, and Davey was fast asleep on his chair. Race was the only one still out.

“Do you think we should wake him up?” Race said, tossing the remains of his s’more into the fire.

“What? Oh, nah, I’ll wake him up when I head in. Poor kid, being a pre-med student probably never sleeps,” Jack pointed out.

“How long do you think you’ll be staying out?” Race asked, standing up and stretching.

“‘Till I get tired,” Jack prodded the fire again, before throwing in another stick.

“Then he’ll be out here all night,” Race joked, cracking a smile.

“I’ll wake him up before then. Wouldn’t want him to get hypothermia or some shit.”

“It’s the middle of April, I highly doubt he’ll get hypothermia, Jack.”

“...Did Racetrack Higgins seriously just say an educated statement?”

“Goodnight-” Race turned away suddenly, seeming intent on changing the subject.

“YOU CAN’T CHANGE IT NOW, WE KNOW YOU’RE SMART,” Jack whisper-shouted, not wanting to wake any of the boys up (especially not Davey).

Race replied with his silence.

Sighing, Jack sat back in his chair. Not having any will to sleep, and nothing more to do, he grabbed out his sketchbook. Nature was always good for inspiration.

Well, it could’ve been nature, or it could’ve been Davey. Because, without even realizing it, Jack had started to sketch the sleeping boy’s figure. His right fist was supporting his cheek, his hat was half-tipped onto his face, shading it slightly. His legs were crossed, and his left arm was set on top of them.

Behind him was a backdrop of pine trees, and, even though that wasn’t the actual view, a full moon, and stars. So many stars. All spelling out little words of love in Spanish, Jack’s first language.

Precioso. Bonita. Perfecto.

His hair was mostly tucked under his cap. His eyes were softer when he slept. A ghost of a smile played at his lips.

Increíble.

Perfect.

Just as Jack was signing his name and dating the piece, Davey began to stir.

Quickly shutting the book, Jack simply stared up at the stars he could see despite the light pollution and thick trees.

“Hey, Jack, saw you drawing there,” Davey said, quietly.

“Oh- uh- yeah, just… lookin’ through some old pieces,” Jack stammered.

“Can I see?”

“Uh- no, this isn’t my graded stuff, it’s all just sketches-“

“Y’know, for an art student, you really don’t like showing your art.”

“Uh- Fine.” Jack gave up and strode across the fire to hand him the book. It was mostly drawings of the boys, maybe he wouldn’t look that far.

...Spoiler alert, he looked that far.

“...Is this me? Right back then, when I was sleeping?”

“Uh-“

“You really made me look better than I’ve ever seen myself.”

“Well, that’s how I see you,” Jack said before he could think about his words. Y’know, like a normal person who is trying to hide a massive crush that could end one of his best friendships.

“Th-that’s… how you see me?” Davey was blushing now. Blushing. Not disgusted.

“Uh… yeah. Y’see here, th-the moon behind ya, the way it… it focuses on you.” Jack said, kneeling by his chair and pointing to it.

You are digging your own grave, Jack Kelly.

“Jack, I… that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” Davey was still blushing. He turned his face to Jack’s. He was so close…

“Well… I draw what I think, Dave, ‘cause words… they ain’t my strong suit,” Jack chuckled, pulling back. But Davey leaned forward.

“Your drawings don’t need words, Jack. But the artist of them… That is a man that deserves millions of words said about him.”

“D-Davey… Don’t. Please, don’t do this,” Jack shook his head, standing back up.

“Did I make you uncomfortable? I- I’m sorry, I thought that we-“

“No, David. You didn’t. That’s the exact issue! D-d’ya really think I want to end up breaking your heart? We… We can’t do this, ‘cause it’ll end with me hurting you just like I have a million people! And you don’t deserve that fate! You’re too good for me, David,” Jack might’ve been crying. He wasn’t sure. But he sure as hell was ranting.

“Jack-“

“Don’t Jack me, don’t try to act like it could be any different. We know exactly how this is going to end, and I- I can’t stand losing you, Dave.”

There was a moment of silence. It was obvious Davey was picking his next words carefully.

“You won’t.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“You won’t because I won’t let it, Jack Kelly. I won’t let you lose me as a friend, ever. You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”

“Da-“

In two strides, Davey crossed the circle of chairs and shut Jack up with a kiss, half-crushing him with how tightly he was holding him.

He did this… this thing that made it obvious this wasn’t his first kiss. The way he moved his head up and down just a little bit. The way he seemed all in but ready to pull away if they needed to at any second.

But more than anything, there was a definitive Davey-ness to him that made it all perfect.

So Jack had found one more reason to like nature. It was where he shared his first-ever kiss with his boyfriend, David Jacobs.

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freddiesaysalright · 4 years

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Just Like a Woman - Part 10

A Roger Taylor x Reader Story

Summary: You and Roger were once in love when you were young. Only, he went on to be a rock star, and you went on to be a lawyer. Now, quite against your will, you’re representing him in his divorce.

Word Count: 4.3k

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A/N: Okay so I didn’t proofread the smutty part of this I’m sorry but I get lazy, y’know? I hope you still enjoy. Just ignore any typos lol

Warning(s): Smut in this chapter! It’s romantic and stuff ;)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Part 10 here we go!!!

Your jaw dropped as you watched Roger walk up to the stand and take his oath. When had he agreed to testify? And for the defense? Was he really so desperate to have his say that he would undermine the whole case? You shot daggers at him with your eyes.

“Mr. Taylor,” Glen began. “Can you tell us a bit about what your father was like?”

“Objection!” you interjected. “Relevance.”

Judge Walsh gave Glen an annoyed look.

“You’ll see what I’m getting at, your honor,” he said.

“Speed it up,” Judge Walsh instructed. “Or I will hold that objection sustained.”

Glen looked back at Roger.

“Mr. Taylor, your father was an abusive man, was he not?” Glen asked.

“Yeah, but I don’t see what that has to do with Dominique’s case,” Roger returned, frowning.

“I think it could have everything to do with her case,” Glen retorted. “You and your ex-wife, did you ever fight?”

“Sure we did,” Roger said. “Like any other couple, we had our moments.”

“Ever get physical?” Glen asked.

“What?!” Roger cried.

At the same time you stood up and repeated, “Objection! Move to strike!”

“Overruled,” Judge Walsh said emphatically. “Counsel, you can’t object to questions only because you don’t like them!”

“Your honor, I want it on record that I object to this witness, I object to this line of questioning, and I object to opposing counsel’s being a complete and unmitigated ass!”

“Counsel!” he scolded, banging his gavel. “Sit down and let Mr. Harrington finish! If you raise one more objection today I will hold you in contempt, do you understand me?”

Cheeks red with anger and hatred, you scowled at him. Bill forced you back to your seat. You folded your arms across your chest and once again glared at Roger, hoping he could feel the heat of your rage.

“To answer your question,” Roger began again. “No, any disagreements between Dominique and myself have always been resolved with words.”

“Until you had to bring lawyers in,” Glen remarked.

“That’s not fair,” Roger said. “When it comes to issues of money -”

“And the cheating?” Glen pointed out.

“I cheated,” Roger admitted. “Dominique was faithful until that day she went on this date. But at that point, our marriage was effectively over.”

“You didn’t like that, did you?” Glen asked. “The fact that she had a date?”

“Who would?” Roger replied. “It was a pretty harsh reminder that my marriage was done.”

“Did it make you angry?” Glen pressed.

“Yeah, a bit,” Roger said, rolling his eyes.

You squeezed yours shut. If the jury didn’t think Roger was taking this seriously, it would look bad. You saw where this was going, and you knew it would only make him angrier.

“Angry enough to behave like the late Mr. Taylor?” Glen asked.

Roger stiffened. His jaw clenched. You could hardly look at him. You saw the hurt and fury slowly overtake his body. But he was remaining impressively calm. He took a deep breath and then looked icily at Glen.

“No,” he said.

You could tell how much will power it was taking for him not to spit at Glen in that moment. You felt the same. Angry as you were with Roger for doing this, you hated Glen right now more than his client. He turned and looked at you, a slimy smile on his face.

“Your witness,” he said.

Bill looked at you questioningly. You composed yourself and nodded, letting him know you had this. You stood up.

“Mr. Taylor, have you ever once put your hands on your wife or any woman?”

“Never,” he said.

“No further questions.”

You sat back down.

After Roger’s testimony, you were released for lunch. The trial would continue the following day. You and Bill stormed out of the courtroom, each on one side of Dominique. You didn’t bother to wait for Roger, but he jogged up to you anyway. You retreated into a chamber down the corridor.

“I can’t believe you!” you shouted at Roger as you slammed the door behind the group. “I told you yesterday that you aren’t a relevant witness! Why would you agree to testify for the opposing side?!”

“I wanted an opportunity to stand up for Dom, I didn’t know he was going to ask me all that!” Roger shot back.

“Do you realize what you’ve done?!” you cried. “All the jury needs is a little bit of doubt to find him not guilty, and you’ve just given it to them!”

“Oh, please, my alibi is totally secure,” he returned.

“We wouldn’t have to even worry about it if you didn’t get your dumbass on that stand in the first place!” you almost shrieked, completely exasperated. “You’ve hurt us, Roger, you could at least be sorry for it!”

“You’re the one who wouldn’t let me testify on our side!” he yelled.

“Because I was doing my job, you daft -”

“HEEEEEEY!” Bill bellowed, banging his fist on the table.

You and Roger looked at him.

“Everybody calm the fuck down,” Bill said. “This was a setback, but we still have a strong case. What Glen did in there was a desperate, Hail Mary attempt to throw us off. We still have Dominique’s amazing testimony, Miss Thomas’s, and all the forensics. So both of you just relax, alright?”

You shot another harsh glare toward Roger and then took a seat. The shock of Roger’s testimony left you winded, but you were also terrified. If the jury now had a doubt that Nick was the culprit behind the attack on Dominique, you knew Roger would never forgive himself.

Just then, Glen burst into the room.

“What the fuck was with that witness?” he demanded. “Calling me ugly? Are you just trying to make me look stupid?”

“Hey, don’t you come in here making demands like that after what you did!” you retorted, jumping to your feet again. “You called Roger up just to try and frame him when you know that was rubbish!”

“God, you’re sexy when you’re angry,” he replied, tone softening. “Sure I can’t convince you to ditch blondie and grab a drink with me?”

“Alright!” Roger intervened, stepping closer.

“We are in the middle of a trial,” you said to Glen. “Could you act like a grown up?”

“Believe me, after seeing your legs in that skirt, my thoughts are entirely adult,” he said. “I actually started to get jealous of blondie since he gets to put his face between those gorgeous thighs every night.”

You opened your mouth to tell him that he’d gone too far, but Roger lunged past you, going for Glen. You and Bill each grabbed one of Roger’s arms, yanking him back.

“Roger!” you cried, incredulous.

“He crossed a line!” Roger bellowed. He glared fiercely at Glen. “Don’t you EVER talk about her like that!”

“HEY!” Bill interjected again. “Roger, settle down. Glen, get the fuck out.”

“I still want to know about that witness,” Glen said.

“She was the one who found Dominique, how could we not call her to the stand?” Bill argued. “Lucy Thomas is just a cold bitch by nature, we can’t help that.”

Roger was still glowering, breath heavy and chest heaving.

“Alright, I’ll go,” Glen. “But I’m not going to take any more of that nonsense.”

“Oh, but you expect us to tolerate yours?” you retorted.

“Y/N, that’s enough, we’re not doing this,” Bill said.

“Bloody ridiculous,” Glen muttered as he swept out of the room.

The door swung shut behind him. You rounded on Roger.

“What’s got into you?” you cried. “Are you trying to make this worse?”

“I was defending you!” he argued.

“OH MY GOD BOTH OF YOU SHUT IT!” Bill interrupted once again.

All eyes were on him.

“Emotions are running high right now,” he continued. “I’m going to get some lunch. Y/N, you’ve got the rest of the day off. Roger, do whatever the hell you want.”

You blinked. “You’re sending me home?”

“Yes,” he said. “You’re riled up and snappish and frankly, I don’t want to talk to you for the rest of the day.”

You flared up, offended, but he stopped you from speaking with a look. Then he turned to Dominique.

“Dom, can I get you some lunch?” he offered.

“Throw in a drink, and I’m there,” she said.

She took his arm and they left together. The door snapped closed once again and you looked at Roger.

“I appreciate you defending me, but after the argument he made in there, you can’t act like that, Rog,” you said, as calmly as you could. Inside, your emotions were swirling around like a hurricane.

“What I did was human,” Roger replied, voice also steadying. “All I want to do is defend the people I love.”

“Well, don’t,” you said sharply.

“Fine,” he snapped. “I won’t, then.”

From the look on his face, you knew you’d struck a nerve. Roger had never looked at you with so much disappointment and anger in his eyes. Not even during your worst fights. This was a new level. It made your heart sink. But when he went for the door, you didn’t try to stop him. You watched him go, feeling like a bad lawyer and an even worse girlfriend.

You walked home from the courthouse. All your frustration was gone by the time you opened the door. You half hoped that Roger would be there and you could both apologize and make up. But he wasn’t. Your flat was as empty as you felt. With a heavy sigh, you set down your work things and went to go change. Only, when you got to your bedroom, you had no energy to do so. You kicked off your shoes, flopped face down on your bed, and let out a sob. You cried yourself into a deep sleep.

You woke a couple hours later to a knock on your door. Brushing your fingers through your surely mussed up hair, you forced yourself from the bed and went to answer it. You knew who you hoped it was, but you couldn’t be sure Roger would be standing there. You left things so tense.

To your shock and pleasure, it was him. He looked rather like a dog with his tail between his legs as you opened the door. You felt the same. You had behaved no better, in your opinion.

“Hey,” he said awkwardly.

“Hey,” you returned.

A beat passed.

“I’m so sorry,” you said in unison, and you both chuckled a little bit.

“Come inside,” you offered. “We should talk.”

“Definitely,” he agreed.

He came in and you went to the kitchen. You made some tea and handed it him a cup before sitting down across from him.

“I’m sorry I testified for them,” he said. “Glen called me and asked me if I’d be willing to tell my side of the story. I had no idea he would go that direction.”

“You can’t trust opposing counsel,” you said. “Especially the likes of him.”

“Believe me, I’ve learned my lesson,” he conceded. “The last thing I want to do is hurt Dominique’s case, I just…”

“I know you want to protect people, Rog,” you said, reaching over to take his hand. “That’s your natural instinct. And I admire that about you. Few people are as selfless as you are. But you can’t always be the one in the ring, okay?”

“I know,” he said. “And again, I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you,” you returned. “And I’m sorry too. I just got scared because Dom means a lot to me too and I don’t want her to go through all this only to lose.”

“I get it, I feel the same way,” he said. “I think we both forgot ourselves today because we care so much.”

“I told you having me might backfire,” you joked.

He smiled. Another pause passed between you.

“About Glen,” he said. “I’m also sorry I exploded like that. But I won’t apologize for defending you, he -”

“No, I agree he crossed a line today,” you cut across him. “That was way too far. Especially since we haven’t….y’know…”

“I know,” he said. “And when he said that today...just talking about you like that - even him thinking of touching you - it made me absolutely mad with rage. Because that connection we had...even back in the day...it was practically sacred to me, Y/N. To hear him say that, and make a mockery of it….I just couldn’t take it.”

You looked down to hide your blush. The sex was that meaningful to you as well, but you never thought he was so sentimental about it.

“D’you remember when we used to?” he asked. “How you’d look me in the eyes?”

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. The memory made heat stir in the pit of your belly.

“Yeah,” you said, finding the courage at last to look at him. “Of course I do.”

“No one else has ever looked in my eyes, y’know, during,” he said. “I felt like I could….I dunno, see your soul or something. I’ve had sex with plenty of women. But I’ve only really made love to one.”

You were certain your cheeks were redder than cherries at this point.

“Roger, I….” you trailed off. “I don’t know what to say. I had no idea it all meant so much to you. Especially with the way you left.”

He hung his head. “I know. But I hope you believe me.”

“I do,” you assured him. “I just wonder what made you think of all that?”

“Glen’s comments today were a part of it,” he said. “But also, a few weeks ago, you said we couldn’t because my divorce wasn’t final. But, it’s final now, and I’ve been thinking about being with you ever since I signed that paper.”

Your blush impossibly deepened.

“Plus, seeing you in that courtroom is incredibly sexy,” he added with a laugh.

You laughed too, relaxing you a bit.

“I’ve been thinking about it too,” you admitted. “I’m just nervous.”

“Why?” he wondered. “By my memory, we were very good.”

You smiled. “I think I’m just afraid that if we try, then what we had before might not be there. And then what?”

“Y/N, it’s gonna be there,” he said, squeezing your hand. “I love you and you love me. That passion is there. Which is especially clear after today.” He took a deep breath. “But if you’re not ready, we can wait.”

You didn’t reply right away. Honestly, seeing him leap to your defense the way he did had turned you on, though you didn’t want to admit it. And every time he kissed you, you remembered how good it felt to go further with him. But your fear was real. What if it wasn’t the same as it used to be? There was only one way to find out.

“Roger?”

“Yes, love?”

“Kiss me.”

He almost jumped out of his chair to come around the table to take you up in his arms. He lifted you to your feet and claimed your lips in a tender embrace. He moved slowly, giving you the opportunity to stop him if you wanted. But you wanted the opposite.

You opened your mouth against his, and he reacted immediately, slipping his tongue between your lips. The kiss was heavy with the pent up desire you had both been feeling. Your mind was fuzzy, like getting drunk, but you were acutely aware of his hands sliding up your sides. His thumbs brushed your ribcage, just barely touching the underside of your breasts.

You whimpered into his mouth and reached for the buttons of your blazer. He helped you shrug it off your shoulders and it fell to the floor. Beneath, you had just your plain white tank top and pencil skirt. He stopped kissing you to look over your body in the form fitting clothes. You saw the hungry look in his eyes and bit your lip.

Your lips already itched to feel his again. All of your skin was tingling with the desire for his touch. You watched him observe you, chest rising and falling with your deep, desperate breaths.

When he met your gaze again, you couldn’t contain it anymore. You crashed upon him. Pressing into him to be as close as possible. His arms snaked around your waist to hold you there, his eagerness to be close as evident as yours. Then his hands made their way south and he gripped handfuls of your ass.

You gasped and let out a husky breath, pushing even further into him. He groaned and you felt his hardness pressing into your lower stomach. You stopped kissing him to catch your breath and reach for the buttons of his shirt.

“Fuck that,” he panted, and he pulled it over his head while you giggled.

When his shirt had joined your jacket, you had your turn to admire him. You ran your fingers delicately down his torso. His skin was warm.

“I guess we should be matching,” you teased, and you tugged your tank top off as well.

Roger’s eyes on you as you reached back and unclasped your bra had you reeling. That was what you missed about making love to him. No one else had ever desired you so passionately.

With your breasts free, he took direct action. He cupped one in each hand and squeezed gently, massaging them before tweaking each nipple between his fingers. Your head fell back with a groan as the sensation sent more heat straight to your core. He attached his lips to your neck, whispering into your skin.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, love. God, I’ve missed you.”

You whined in returned, arching your back toward him. He pulled you close again. The heat of his body sent a chill up your spine.

“Wanna move to the bedroom, love?” he asked.

You nodded. He scooped you up and carried you in there as you giggled. You yelped with surprise when he tossed you on the bed and crawled up to join you. The next kisses were fervent and needy. You moaned again.

Roger’s fingers moved down your front and nimbly popped the buttons of your skirt before tugging the zipper down. You did not wear panty hose. You liked the way your legs looked without them, and you knew you could distract an opposing male lawyer if need be. You played dirty too sometimes.

You pushed your thong down your legs as Roger worked off his jeans. He groaned at the sight of you bare before him, sprawled out and breathless from his kisses. You smirked at him with cat like playfulness as you sat up. You gently pulled the waistband of his boxers down, slowly, watching his face as you went. Beads of sweat formed at his hairline from your torturous pace.

“Fuck, baby, I need you,” he sighed.

With a grin, you swiftly removed his boxers, and he kicked them off the bed. Then, you took hold of his hips, rubbing soft little circles into the slightly protruding bones. He hissed with anticipation.

Then, you gave him what he wanted. You licked a stripe up his cock. A loud groan came from his throat. You swirled your tongue around his tip before wrapping your lips around him and taking him down. He let out such a delicious moan your mouth watered around him.

You began with a slow pace. Dragging your mouth forward and back, teasing him. His short, eager breaths egged you on. You saw him trembling trying to maintain control, but after you hollowed out your cheeks and really sucked, his hips jerked forward. You almost gagged, but held back.

“Sorry,” he choked out. “God, it feels so good.”

He buried his fingers in your hair and pulled you off of him. That was typical. Roger preferred not to cum in your mouth, and he refused to finish before you had gotten one or two orgasms of your own. Usually more.

You licked your lips and looked expectantly at him. He took your shoulders and lay you back. Your legs fell open for him. He got onto his knees there, but didn’t settle on top of you. Instead, he kissed you again. He teased your lips with his tongue, and you opened up. He explored your mouth, getting you all hot again, before pulling away.

He nipped and sucked along your jawbone and down the soft skin of your neck. He trailed across your collarbones, down your chest - briefly stopping to suck on each of your nipples - and then made his way down your stomach. He slowed down the closer he got to your pelvis. Roger was not an explorer trekking out into new territory. He was coming home. He recalled every sensitive spot on your body. What made you moan, sigh, and giggle. He exploited this knowledge to the full extent as he made his way down. It made your whole body light up with excitement and need. Finally, you whined impatiently and pushed your hips up.

With a cocky chuckle, he took his tongue to your folds. You gasped sharply as your back arched. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked lightly, just how you liked it.

“Oh! Roger!” you cried, heels digging into the mattress.

He moaned into you, the vibrations sending an extra thrill all the way up your body. You’d almost forgotten how extraordinarily well he used his tongue and mouth. He was zeroed in on your clit, making you writhe around as you released pathetic whimpers and soft cries of his name.

The pressure was building inside you as he worked your core with his mouth. Your voice raised several octaves and your legs quivered as you hurtled toward the sweet release. When you were on the cusp, he sank a finger into you. You groaned so deeply you felt him smile against you. He curled his finger toward himself, pushing on your g-spot with expert precision.

“Rog - oh fuck!” you nearly sobbed.

He added a second finger, stretching you just slightly. Your walls clamped down around him as he drove you further toward the edge.

“Please, please,” you begged, panting.

He sped up, knowing just what you needed. Between the flicks of his tongue and the thrusts of his fingers, you were there. Your legs stiffened, your back arched high off the bed, a scream tore from your throat as it hit you. The wave of pleasure crashed over you, and Roger did not relent as you began to come down, shaking with the sensation of it all.

He eased you down, slowing his pace before removing the contact. Your body quivered. He smiled, pleased with himself, and he crawled back over you again to help with the shivering. Hot as you were during, you were always cold after an orgasm, so he held you a moment.

You were panting too hard for him to kiss you properly, so he peppered your face and neck with pecks. When you giggled, he knew you were okay.

His hips settled between your thighs, and you gasped as his cock brushed your entrance. Then you moaned.

“Ready for more, sweetheart?” he asked, running his finger along your jaw.

You nodded. “Please, more.”

You didn’t even worry about sounding pathetic. You could be anything with Roger - strong, weak, pathetic, needy, vulnerable, bitchy, sweet, sexy - all of it. Any side of yourself was accepted and loved by him.

He rested on his forearms, cupping your face between his hands, and he slid into you. It was like magic. He fit so perfectly inside you - with just enough stretch to make you whimper with need. You both took a moment to revel in being together again. Being completely united.

You locked eyes. You understood what he meant earlier. Your souls met behind your irises. You had never felt more connected to him. And from the soft look in his eyes, you knew he felt the same.

“I love you so much,” he sighed.

“I love you too,” you returned.

You turned your face and took his finger into your mouth, a weakness of his. His eyes fell closed and his hips rutted forward, deeper into you. You squeaked with surprise and then chuckled, moving to match him.

You fell easily into a rhythm together. It flowed as naturally as the tides. Roger filled you with each thrust, and you climbed slowly together back up to the edge. His name escaped your lips as he rocked into you. Delicate declarations of his love and your beauty swept off his breath. You didn’t hear them, but you felt them.

He sped up and it was like coming out of a fog. Each snap of his hips shook you and you clutched onto his shoulders for dear life. Your moans rose in volume and octave as you found yourself clenching around him again.

“Oh - Roger - Oh God -”

“I’m so close, baby,” he grunted. “Please, one more for me.”

He removed his hand from its proximity to your face and slid it between your bodies, finding your clit as if it were magnetized. He rubbed tight, fast circles on it, and your vision began to blur.

The second one hit you harder and more suddenly. White exploded behind your eyes as your walls fluttered around his cock. Roger cried your name once more and spilled into you, slowing down his thrusts as you peaked together. You twitched against him as he guided you back down steadily. He slowed to a stop and watched you panting beneath him.

He inched himself out of you. You still winced at the feeling. Once he was able, he rolled off you and you crawled into his arms. You needed his warmth.

“Mmm, Rog,” you hummed, pulling him closer.

“Good?” he asked.

“Incredible,” you replied.

“I don’t wanna speak too soon, but I think we’ve still got it,” he teased.

You smiled lazily. “We do.”

“What do you need now, love?”

“Sleep,” you said through a yawn.

He chuckled. “Of course you do.”

He kissed your forehead and you both drifted off. All worries about your relationship and the trial were forgotten. For now, you could just be.

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laynavile · 4 years

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Some Days, I'm Struggling For Control

Pairing : Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham

Warnings : Mentions of murder and blood, anal sex, spit as lube, oral sex, physical fighting (hitting, punching)

Rating : E

Word count : 2k+

Will pisses Hannibal off, he starts swearing which turns Will on, they fight, then they fuck.

Inspiration came from Mads character, Nigel, saying the word, "fuck" a lot. I wanted to write Hannibal getting angry and not being able to stop saying it. So I figured why not write this as the fill for the free space on my @hannibalbingo card.

Enjoy 😌

"How careless are you? Do you want us to become caught? Do you want to go back to uncle Jack so badly that you'd expose us in such a way?"

"It wasn't my fault, h-he was flirting with you."

"Flirting with me? Do you know how many men I have to watch flirt with you every single day? Do I kill them in broad daylight for it?"

"There was no one around. Hannibal, I'm sorry, he pissed me off."

"Do you even fucking understand how pissed off I get every time men flirt with you? When they attempt to take what is mine? You're lucky everyday that I do not fuck you in front of them."

"Then who would be careless?"

"Would I not be following your fucking example?"

"I'm shocked, Dr. Lecter, I've never heard you use such crass language outside of our bed."

"You insufferable man, you make me crazy."

"I think it's very sexy of you." He knows what Will is doing, how he's trying to divert the situation, it will not work.

"Do not fucking trying to distract me." Hannibal is doing it on purpose now, now that he knows Will likes him cursing. He's still upset, still needs to try to control the situation, but right now he cannot help but want to rile Will up. "You know damn well what the fuck you've done wrong. We don't murder in the middle of the day. Unless of course as I said, you'd rather go back and play FBI with uncle Jack again, is that what you fucking want? Is it?"

"No, if I wanted that why would I have come to you in the first place?"

"Perhaps this is all an elaborate fucking ruse again to try and get me into a cage." Low blow, he knows that Will regrets what happened that night in Baltimore what seems like a thousand years ago and yesterday all at once.

"How many times will you make me apologize for that? I wanted to run away with you, and now I have and you're pissed because I killed someone. Hannibal, we kill people all the time."

"Yes, but one of us is not careless when fucking killing. Will, if you want to go, there's the fucking door, don't let it hit you on the way out." He doesn't mean it, never would he mean it, but Will has him angry and not only that Hannibal is feeling particularly petulant today.

"I'm not leaving, unless you're coming with me."

"Tell me, Will, why the fuck would I come with you after what you've done?"

"I did it for you, you bastard."

"For me? No, you fucking did it for yourself. You threw a fucking tantrum because someone flirted with me."

"You're mine, no else's, they don't get to flirt with you."

"Do you think I fuck every person who fucking flirts with me?"

"You fucked me."

"Yes, I fucked you, because I fucking love you."

"I don't understand why you're so mad."

"We could get fucking caught now, or is this your way of saying you don't want to be in fucking Germany any longer? You couldn't fucking say so like a fucking adult? You're such a fucking child sometimes."

Will throws the first punch, fist connecting with Hannibal's jaw.

"You little fucker." Hannibal resists, he doesn't want to hurt Will.

Will punches him again, this time in the stomach--Hannibal stays standing at least. "Fight back."

"I do not wish to fucking fight you."

Will smacks him this time, Hannibal is certain there will be a red hand print across his face.

Hannibal snorts, "Fine, you want to act like a fucking child, I'll leave."

Will backhands him, "You're not leaving me." The force of it splits Hannibal's lip.

He's not leaving, he's never leaving, this is the exact reaction he'd hoped for. Will takes his anger and frustrations out on Hannibal instead of some random man in the middle of the street. "I'll leave whenever I fucking want to. You do not fucking tell me what the fuck I can or cannot do." He can practically smell Will's anger and arousal.

"Do you want me to hurt you?" Will grinds his teeth together, Hannibal grabs his jaw to stop him.

"No, I don't want you to fucking hurt me, but I'd rather it me than someone in the middle of the fucking street exposing us."

"I'm sorry, I got jealous. But you have no right to get mad at me."

"I have no right? What the fuck does that mean? I have no fucking claim over you? You are my fucking husband or have you decided that's not what you fucking want any longer?" Blood leaks from the split in his lip, it stings but Hannibal welcomes the pain.

"No, never, Hannibal I chose you. I want you, and in wanting you, I want no one else to even look at you."

"So that fucking equates murder in the middle of the day? I'd have rather you had fucked me in front of him."

"You would've allowed that?"

"Perhaps I wouldn't have. I wouldn't want to be arrested for fucking in public. Though I'd rather that than be arrested as a fucking serial killer."

"I told you, I'm sorry. I was jealous, but Hannibal,"

"No, no buts, this isn't a fucking I'm sorry moment. Perhaps you should fucking leave."

Will's nostrils flare, and suddenly he lunges at Hannibal, knocking them both to the ground. He hits and punches Hannibal anywhere he can reach. Hannibal's nose is bleeding, his lip, the inside of his cheek where it has been bitten when Will's fist had connected with the side of his head for the third time. "You fucking asshole."

No doubt Will can feel Hannibal's erection beneath him, Hannibal resists the urge--for now--to grind up against Will.

"I'm not leaving you." The side of his fist connects with Hannibal's sternum this time. "Don't make me leave you."

"Never, mylimasis, never would I let you fucking leave me."

"I hate you." There's no truth to his words, Hannibal knows that.

"I fucking love you too."

Finally Will notices or finally decides to acknowledge Hannibal's erection, he grinds his hips down, ass pressed firmly against Hannibal's trapped cock. Neither can keep quiet at the sensation--Hannibal groans and Will whines. Will bends down to kiss Hannibal, his face is covered in blood, it's not a bother to either of them. Will laps at the blood where it still drips from Hannibal's nose--it doesn't feel broken, thankfully, Hannibal would hate to have to set it later--he licks across Hannibal's lips, nipping at the split in them, trying to bite it open further.

Hannibal pushes Will up, there is blood smeared all over his face, "Are you fucking trying to wound me, mylimasis?"

"Who knew you had such a dirty mouth Dr. Lecter?" Will rips Hannibal's shirt open, buttons skitter across the hardwood.

"You little fuck, who do you think you are ruining my shirt?"

"Oh, boo-hoo, it's a fucking shirt." Oh, so that's how Will wants to play this.

"A shirt that you know as well as I do cost one hundred and fifty fucking dollars."

"And you have a million more. Don't be a baby, Dr. Lecter." Will grinds down onto Hannibal's cock again, nails digging into Hannibal's chest, dragging down--the scratches are not bleeding now, but he has no doubt that they will be soon.

"You insolent little fucker, you'll be sewing the buttons back on." Hannibal grabs Will's hips, lifting his own hips to press against Will's ass.

Will's nails dig in again, he's panting harshly, "You don't control me."

"Do I not?"

His nails scratch down Hannibal's chest again, nails catching on his nipples, causing him to practically growl. "No, I'm in control of myself."

Hannibal pushes and pulls Will's hips, grinding Will's ass against his cock. "Take your shirt off, mylimasis." Hlannibal's voice is low and predatory.

"Make me." Will leans down, crushing their lips together, reopening the split in Hannibal's lip, fresh blood smears across their lips.

Hannibal's hands snake between them, under Will's t-shirt, caressing his soft abdomen, before pushing him back, and yanking his shirt up. "Do not fucking challenge me again."

Will slides down onto Hannibal's thighs, hastily unbuckles his belt, yanks the button open and the zipper down, he lifts himself up on his knees to push Hannibal's pants and underwear down enough to expose his cock. It's flushed and dripping, foreskin retracted fully to expose the dark, glistening head, Will touches gently with his thumb, before jumping up, "Do not move." He pushes his own pants and underwear down, kicking them across the room. He drops back down onto Hannibal's thighs, scooting down further to take Hannibal into his mouth.

Hannibal's fingers tangle in Will's hair, "Such a good little cocksucker for me."

His throat constricts around Hannibal as he takes him further into his throat, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, smearing across Hannibal's skin. He moans around Hannibal's cock, as he slides his fingers into Hannibal's mouth.

Hannibal licks and sucks and coats them in his saliva--he knows where Will is going with this, and while he would rather grab one of the many bottles of lube stashed around their home, part of his wants it to hurt a little bit, he knows Will's body, knows what he can and cannot handle, being fucked with only spit as lube is no where near the worst thing he's endured because of Hannibal.

Will takes his saliva slick fingers and presses them into himself while focusing his attention on the head of Hannibal's cock, licking and sucking, tip of his tongue sliding into the slit, tasting Hannibal's precum before it can escape.

Hannibal groans and grunts and growls, pulling on Will's hair--to keep him down on Hannibal's cock or because he knows Will likes it, he himself is unsure of.

He pulls off of Hannibal's cock abruptly, saliva drips down the shaft. Will braces himself and sinks down, taking Hannibal inside in one swift motion. The corners of his eyes scrunch up slightly, nostrils flare out--tell tale signs of his discomfort--he grabs at Hannibal's shoulders and chest, nails digging in again, moaning high pitched and breathless.

Will fucking himself on Hannibal's cock, fast and hard. "Don't try to tell me what to do."

The nail marks Will leaves sting, his nose dully aches, his cheek intermittently throbs where he'd bitten through the flesh, but the only thing Hannibal can focus on is the tight, heat engulfing his cock. "Fuck, I will never get used to how tight you are. You will obey me, Will, you will do exactly what I want you to fucking do, or you will not come."

He braces himself--palms flat against Hannibal's chest, knees firmly on the ground on either side of Hannibal's hips--and increases his pace, fucking himself faster on Hannibal's cock, "I will come when I'm ready to come, Dr. Lecter. You cannot control how your cock hits my prostate, you can control how tightly I clench around you. I will come without your permission and you will do nothing about it, unless you'd like to go jerk yourself off. Is that what you want, Dr. Lecter?" The sounds Will makes tell Hannibal he's getting close--Hannibal is determined to make Will come first.

He grabs Will's hips--tight enough to bruise, lifting and dropping Will back onto his cock. "Fuck yourself, Will, come across my skin, smear it the scratches you've left. Let me fucking feel it."

Will bites at his own lips, stifling the pretty sounds he's making.

"No, none of that shit, let me hear you."

Will cries out above him, "Oh, fuck, ah, Hannibal."

Hannibal gets lost for a moment, staring at Will, he looks so beautiful--skin flushed light pink, skin glistening with sweat, that Hannibal wants to taste, his pupils are blown wide and his eye lids are heavy--Hannibal tries to memorize every detail so that he may draw Will this way later.

Will trembles, tightening around Hannibal's cock, "Mmhm, fuck, Hannibal, I'm sorry." Warm, sticky cum spread between them, pooling on Hannibal's stomach. Will slides his hands through it, smearing it through Hannibal's chest hair.

The scratches sting as Will's sweat and semen seep into them, but Hannibal doesn't mind. He bends his knees and thrusts up into Will's, chasing his own release. Will all but collapses onto Hannibal's chest, face pressed into his neck, panting, and moaning still. Hannibal's orgasm comes on quickly as Will's body clenches and relaxes around him. Hannibal cannot resist, he tilts his head up and bites down on the first bit of flesh he can reach--the juncture between Will's neck and shoulder--Hannibal tastes fresh blood, he laps hungrily at it as he releases deep inside of Will, thick, hot spurts of cum, coat Will's insides.

They lay there, unmoving for a long while, Hannibal's cock still inside of Will until it's gone completely soft and slips out on its own. Hannibal's back begins to ache from lying on the hardwood floor, and he can't imagine Will's knees appreciate it either.

"Apologies for getting so angry with you."

"No, Hannibal, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I need to be more careful."

"We have to leave Germany for now, you know that?"

"Yes," Will sighs, "I did really like this house."

"We'll have an even better one wherever we go. Do you have a preference, mylimasis?" Hannibal asks as he pushes himself up into a sitting position, Will seated firmly in his lap, Hannibal's arms wrapped tightly around him.

"No, not really, but wherever we go, Hannibal, I want to get a dog."

"Oh for fucks sake, I suppose it was only a matter of time until we got one, but only one, Will."

"We'll see Dr. Lecter." Will kisses him, barely more than their lips brushing together. "Let's go get cleaned up, this bite mark is killing me, and I think we need to make sure I didn't break your nose."

"Rest assured, mylimasis, my nose is not broken, but you are right, we need to get cleaned up, so I can bandage your neck."

"Wait, Hannibal, you know I didn't mean it when I said that I hated you, right?"

"I know, you were upset and I was not helping the situation."

Will nods against his neck, "Alright, carry me to the bath now, please."

#alayna writes #hannigram #hannibal bingo #nff #phone sex square and perjury square are probably the two ill finish

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one-piece-dumpster-fire · 5 years

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I think this will be my first request to you (or maybe I am wrong). xD Anyways, here goes. Can I request Law, Kid and Marco seeing their fem s/o getting drowned in books and notes every day (because studies, you can make it a morderen AU if your feel comfortable that way) and they decide to try to distract them but in a peculiar way. They start kissing, sucking, groping, massaging them: basically getting her turned on which ends up in sex? (I hope this makes sense).

WHOOP WHOOP MAMA TO THERESCUE! My baby Ai is having a stressful time so I moved her requestup a bit, I hope this makes you a bit happy during those tryingtimes

And since there is dirt inthis request, I’ll add a cut to be safe

Law

It was a hot and sunnyday, people were out having fun and enjoying the weather, coupleswent on ice cream dates, this was simply the most perfect time foreveryone to have fun!

„Still at it, are you?“

„Mh-mh…“

…Well, for everyone butyou. Because like every other day, no matter the weather, you weresitting inside your room, completely isolated from everything thatwas happening outside. You couldn’t allow yourself to get distracted.Books and notes were lying around everyhwere, not just on your deskbut on your bed, in your dresser, heck, even in your dirty laundry!Your finals were just around the corner after all, and you decided touse this time in an efficient way to properly prepare yourself.

But unlike most otherdays, your boyfriend, Law, decided to ‘help’ you with your studiesthis time. And by ‘help’ I mean he was standing in a corner, throwing in ahalfhearted comment at you every now and then.

„You missed lunch againtoday, (Y/N)-ya. Bepo and everyone else is pestering me, they want toknow when you will come back and spend some time with them.“

„Mh-mh…“

You didn’t even listen towhat your boyfriend was saying, your brain was on auto-pilot and shuteverything else out to really suck in all the information you neededfor your nearing exams. You flipped another page, wrote down anothernote and closed your eyes as you tried to memorize what you had justread. But suddenly, your train of thought was interrupted as youcould feel someone’s hot breath tickling your neck.

„WOAH!“ you yelped insuprise and tried to turn your head to see who it was that dared todestroy your focus, although it was pretty clear already since therewas only one person in this room with you… „Trafalgar! What areyou doing?! Man, I was in the middle of memorizing something… it’simportant for my upcoming final!“ you started to protest andalready played with the thought of throwing him out so you couldproperly regain your focus, but…

„Relax, (Y/N)-ya…“

You swallowed hard as hecontinued to breath against your neck, and his words send shiversdown your spine. Damn, his voice, it was… unusually smooth today.Soft, and silky. Deep and seducitve, …and just further destroyedyour already crumbling focus.

„As your boyfriend anddoctor, I order you to relax…“ Law continued as his hand softlystroke your cheek, which send sparks along your body. Was he usinghis powers? Did he suddenly master a new technique that rendered youunable to move? Because that was how you felt right now…

„Law, I know you meanwell but I can’t allow myself to mess up, this is important what if-“you were trying to appeal to him but he quickly silenced you bypressing his thumb against your mouth and slowly dragging it downyour lips, before it lingered on your now slightly trembling bottom one.

„I admire yourdetermination. But there is no use in forcing yourself to study whenyour mind and body is in such a tense and stressful state. It willonly lead to failure, and neither one of us wants that. So… instead, let mehelp you…“ you could feel his breath against your ear now as heslowly started to trail his hand down your neck and to your chest.With a quick movement he unbottoned your shirt, and although a partof you wanted to protest at first, you couldn’t deny that he wasright. And you needed this. Law smiled as if he knew that you wereslowly giving into him, and while his mouth wandered down to restagainst your neck his hand wandered inside your bra to gently gropeyour breast.

„Hnnngh… Law…“you could feel how your heart started to beat faster as he draggedhis thumb across your nipple, before adding some pressure to thesensitive middle. His tongue was now drawing circles on your neck ashis other hand continued to wander down, past your navel and inside of your pants. His middle finger rubbed against the fabric of yourpanties, right where your clitoris was, and a loud gasp escaped yourlips. You could feel him smirk against your neck as he slowly startedto move his finger up and down in a steady rhythm. Automatically andout of habit you spread your legs so he could get a better go atit, and a low and deep chuckle escaped his mouth which not only sendshivers down your spine but wetness into your panties. „You clearlyneed some relief, (Y/N)-ya, so I order you to sit back and let metake care of you…“

His finger slowly pushedyour panties aside as he slowly started to stroke over your exposedskin with his hand. He grunted in suprise as he felt how drenched youalready were. Seems like your thoughts weren’t just focussed aroundstudying….

Law’s other hand that wasmassaging your breast until now slowly went back to your neck as heinserted his first finger into you. You couldn’t help but gasp andshudder at the sudden penetration, and in a desperate attempt tocreate more friction you moved your hips against his finger to makehim go deeper. Your enthusiasm started to get his gears turning aswell as he could feel how a small tent was forming in his pants. Hewas now panting along with you as he added in a second finger, whichslipped in so easily that it almost caused him to shudder.You needed this so bad, damn, why didn’t he think of this anysooner…?

„Law, I….“ youtried to tell him something, but your voice was trembling as hisfingers moved faster and faster inside of you, and it was nearly impossible to remain calm and collected…

„I… I think I couldreally use a break…“ you cried out as his fingers curled upinside of you and he hit that deep spot that always made you squirmaround in pleasure. His smirk grew wider as he went back to suck onyour neck, and his free hand slowly went down his body so he couldundo his own pants as well.

„of course, (Y/N)-ya.I’d be more than glad to provide you with some relief…“

Kid

„God dammit Eustass,for the last time- I will not do a 'student teacher’ roleplay withyou!“ a groan left your lips as you massaged your temples with yourhand. Infront of you were around ten books stacked ontop of another,waiting and begging for you to continue your studies. On your left there wasEustass Kid, your boyfriend, who was once again horny and pissedbecause you wouldn’t let him have some sugar.

„Screw your studies(Y/N), you’ve been at it for so many days now, I feel totally leftout!“ he growled and crossed his arms while his foot was angrilystomping down on the floor. Everyday he came up with a new idea to disruptyour studies and convince you to have sex, but today you finallysnapped for real. „Don’t tell me you’re jealous of my studies andbooks now!“

„Pfff, no, I just wishyou would study my dick like you’re studying those weird hieroglyphics!“

„That’s simpleliterature Eustass, and it’s not my fault that you forgot how to jerkit!“

„I still know how tojerk it, but the thing is I want you to jerk it!“

You groaned again andshook your head before shifting your gaze to your book once more. Therewas no point in arguing with Eustass, he would never give up anywayand just continue to rile you up. Ignoring him was the best choice.Or was it…? While you tried to regain your focus on the studiesagain, Kid was feeling more and more aggravated and the fact that younow decided to completely ignore him just further fueled his angerand desire. „Screw it,“ he growled and with a quick movement ofhis hand he shoved all of your books off the desk and grabbed yourhips to lift you onto it instead. „Now this is something I wouldn’tmind studying!“ he grinned lecherously as his hand went to squeezeyour butt, while you were still trying to get a hang of what justhappened.

„What the fuck,Eustass?! Now how am I supposed to find the pages again?! I didn’tmark them yet!“ you hissed angrily and considered kicking him inthe groin for revenge, but there was no denying that you were partlyrelieved that your boyfriend freed you of your book prison for now.As his hand continued to massage and tickle your behind, which feltrather nice you had to admit, you reached out to grab the hem of hisshirt to pull his face close to yours. At first Kid was expecting youto kiss him and he already had an anticipating grin plastered on hisface, but instead you leaned forward and pressed your mouth againsthis ear.

„Ugh, can you not thinkwith your dick for once?!“ your voice was a bit hoarse as it gotmore difficult for you to cover up your hidden desires, which justcaused his grin to grow even wider.

„Ay, (Y/N), you see… the thingis,“ Kid chuckled darkly as he smoothly unbuckled his pants, „mydick and your pussy often tend to think alike.“ he purred andgrabbed your hand to lead it down to his boxers, where his bulgingerection was already aching for your touch. You simply tsked inreturn while stroking him through his undergarment, and you had to admitthat there was some truth to his words. He wasn’t the only one thatlonged for physical contact.

Of course Kid also wastedno time as you worked your magic on his stick, and quickly unbottonedyour pants as well before forcing his hand past your panties andright against your trembling womanhood.

„Straight to business,as always huh?“ you whispered as a small moan escaped your lipswhile his hand viciously rubbed against your sensitive clitoris,which sent a few violently pleasurable sparks through your body.

„You know me!“ Kidexclaimed proudly as his fingers rubbed against your entrance in arough yet very sensual manner and his mouth moved in against yourneck where he started to suck and bite into your sensitive skin.

„Good god…“ yougrowled at the feeling of his teeth, which also caused your movementsto speed up and finally pull down his boxers. His erectionimmediately jumped out and you could tell that he was already hard asa rock and practically on the verge of cumming. „Hey, what’s thisabout? Don’t tell me you’re that close already?“ you raised aneyebrow at the sudden sight, and even though it was suprising to seehim that bothered already, it was also strangely erotic andimmediately send a rush of wetness down between your legs.

„'Cause I didn’t jerkit for a while,“ Kid answered and grunted as the cold air hit his exposed skinand his longing to feel your warmth grew even more, „I’ve beenwaiting for you, can’t you tell, woman? You had to hold back all thistime, and so did I…“ he growled and left a trail of love bites onyour neck as he moved up to take a quick sniff of your hair. Jeez,you smelled way too good…

„Kid… are you forreal…?“ a moan went past your lips as you could feel him twitchin your hand, and a sudden desire of feeling him inside of you NOWpopped up in your brain and send shivers down your body.

„Yeah, babe,“ hisvoice was so husky by now that he had a hard time holding back, andKid quickly licked his dry lips in an attempt to moisturize them, „because Iwanted to feel your skin on mine, and not my hand. So….“ hetrailed off as his fingers pushed your panties aside so he could rubhis erection against your entrance,

„let’s forgeteverything else and just have a good time together.“

Marco

„Hah, and another onedone….“ you sighed and leaned back in your chair before closingthe book you just worked through. Another batch of notes joined yourfolder as you prepared to continue with the next lecture. „Man,this is so much…“ a whimper escaped your throat as your eyeswandered over your desk and to the books on the side, which you stillhad to work through. „I wonder if I will ever get to finish…“

Just as the words leftyour lips, a pair of big and soft hands rested on your shoulders, andwith a suprised „oh!“ you turned your face to the side, only tolock eyes with your boyfriend. Marco wore his signature glasses and agentle smile grazed his lips as he started to rub your shoulders inan affectionate manner. „I just wanted to check if you’re stillbusy with your studies, and it seems like I was right.“ his voicewas smooth as honey as he leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek.

„Ah, yeah, I think I’mhalfway through now,“ you sighed and leaned back and against histouch as he continued to massage your tense shoulders. Marco usuallydidn’t disturb you during your studies since he knew how importantthis was to you, but for now you could really use some distractionand a gentle touch. „Mh, I see. So there’s still that much left-yoi?“ he whispered and you simply nodded in response. At night youbarely got any sleep nor did you have the time to- every minute youdidn’t spend at your desk or with a book in your hand simply feltwasted to you. A louder sigh went past your lips as you reached outto grab the next book while Marco slowly trailed down your shouldersand towards your neck with his hands. „Alright, here comes the nextsubject…“ you murmured and opened the book at a random page whileMarco started to tickle over your sensitive skin with his fingers,which send pleasurable sparks down your body.

„Mh, so this is whatyou’re working on now-yoi?“ he whispered into your ear and thefeeling of his hot breath almost caused you to release an involuntarymoan, but instead you simply nodded in response. „Yeah, this issuper important for my next exam…“

As you opened the book ona random page you could feel how he shifted his position so his headwas right next to yours and he started to read the text alongsideyou. „Mhhhhhh, interesting…“ he whispered and playfully reachedforward to trace a sentence with his finger, almost as if he wasstudying the book as well. He was clearly teasing you. His other handwent down from your neck and to your blouse, where it quickly slippedinside and started to massage your breasts through your bra. A gaspescaped your lips as he kneaded your chest, but you decided not togive in and instead focus on the page again.

One of his fingers wentpassed your garment and slowly circled around your almost hardenednipple in a lazy, yet determined manner. Did he want to throw youoff…? Because if that was Marco’s intention, it worked. The moreyou tried to follow the words written on the page the more blurrythey seemed, and instead of difficult formulas it was as if you couldonly read one thing…

His other hand wanderedto your pants where it remained still for a moment, and you wonderedif he really wanted to keep you from studying by doing dirty thingslike this to your body- but then he suddenly pulled away completely,which caused you to mewl in disappointment and suprise. A low chuckleleft his lips as Marco went around your desk and crawled under it,which made you question his motive even more, but it all became clearwhen you could feel a tuck at your pants. Oh, so that was hisgame….

You pretended to continueyour study, even though you’ve been staring at the same sentence fora few minutes now, and all of your thoughts were swirling around theword SEX and your desire to feel your boyfriend’s hands again. Itdidn’t take long for Marco to relieve you of your pants, and yourpanties quickly got pulled down as well, which left your lowerabdomen completely exposed. Goosebumps formed all over your skin andyou testingly moved your hips forward a bit to see if Marco wasclose- and yes, he was, since you basically just pressed your hotentrance against his awaiting mouth. The sudden contact almost causedyou to pull away, but his strong hands held onto your thighs to keepyou in place as a small chuckle left Marco’s throat. He didn’t sayanything, there was no need for words. He quickly left a few butterfly kisseson your entrance before the tip of his tongue slowly dragged alongyour sensitive clitoris.

„UUUnnnghhh…“ asudden and loud moan immediately left your mouth at his actions andyou could feel your body heat up as Marco continued to gently lickover your sensitive bud. After repeating the same movements a coupleof times he took your clitoris between his lips and started tonibble and suck on it while one if his fingers now rubbed againstyour entrance in a teasing manner. But you weren’t in the mood forteasing.

„Put it inside,please!“ you begged as your hands tightly clutched the book youwere still holding, and it took all you had not to throw it away andreach down to push his head against your drenched entrance. „Mh,focus on your studies, (Y/N)…“ he simply whispered in return, hisvoice had the stern and authoritarian tone of a teacher scolding theirstudent, which just further hightened your desire. Regardless, heslowly started to move a single finger inside as his sucking on yourclit continued, and your breathing grew heavier and heavier as yourbody started to feel incredibly hot. Marco wasted no time and putanother finger inside of your tight entrance, now pumping at an eager and fast pace whilehis lips sucked harder and harder on your sensitive bud, until youcouldn’t hold back anymore and released all of your build up tensionwith a loud scream.

Your high lasted over aminute and once you had cooled down again, Marco was gone frombetween your legs and now standing next to you again, with a smirk onhis face and a bulge in his pants. You simply panted and smirked backat him before throwing the book to the side and pulling him againstyou. It seemed like both of you could agree on one thing: studies could wait for now.

Hope you liked it, mysweet Ai! I never wrote dirty scenarios before, so I hope it didn’tsuck that much xD

#one piece #dirt #trafalgar law #eustass kid #Marco the pineapple #Marco the Phoenix #op scenario #one piece scenario #my baby ai

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thinkyoureholy · 6 years

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Dissonants [10]

[@baekyeolbeom 😔✊💕]

Pairing : Byun Baekhyun / Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Future Fluff, Future Smut, Gang! AU

Words : 4k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9. Pt 10. Pt 11. Pt 12. Pt 13. Pt 14.

-Baekhyun’s P.O.V-

I smiled softly as I noticed her eyes begin to flutter open. A blush rose to her cheek when she noticed me staring at her from my bed. She sat up quickly, trying to hide the yawn that threatened to come out but ultimately failed. I smiled fondly at that, but it quickly fell at the look in her eyes. I frowned at seeing that her eyes were glued to the side of my stomach, the side she shot a bullet through. This made my frown grow as I reached out to grab her hand. She probably thought I was here because of what she did to me but she has no idea that it actually has nothing to do with that. She’s blaming herself for doing this to me and that’s something I won’t stand for.

“I’m fine. It has nothing to do with this…” I trailed off, placing a hand over my stitches, “Please don’t blame yourself for this.”

She said nothing, avoiding my gaze for a few seconds before her eyes met mine, “Then why are you here? Yixing told me you were all better…”

“And I am.” Was all I said, not wanting her to know the real reason as to why I was back in the room we used for medical purposes.

Not only did I not want to add to what she was going through but I couldn’t physically bring myself to tell her about my past. I didn’t want her to look at me any differently. I had absolutely hated the look the guys gave me the moment I came back. I hated it because I could still see that look every so often, knowing that that pitiful look would never go away completely. And to have her look at me like that...I don’t think I’d be able to handle it. So instead I put on a smile, telling her that I was perfectly fine and hiding those memories away so they’d never resurface again.

Before she could press the matter any further there was a knock on the door, Haise walking into the room. He didn’t acknowledge me at first, keeping his eyes on Y/N. I didn’t let it bother me as much, remembering what today and what he had asked me about a few days ago. I simply squeezed Y/N’s hand in mine before letting go and standing up.

“There’s someone downstairs that wants to see you Y/N.” He said softly, Y/N looking at him confused.

Before she could ask who we heard a female voice yell out her name from downstairs. As soon as she recognized the voice she bolted, slightly pushing Haise out of the way. He chuckled softly, watching her run downstairs. I walked over to the door slowly, able to see what was happening downstairs perfectly. Y/N had wrapped her arms tightly around Hyera’s shoulders while Hyera tried her best to hug her back while keeping herself upright on her crutches. I noticed Junmyeon hanging off to the side, watching over Hyera silently like he used to before all this shit started.

I went to join them but was stopped by Haise grabbing my forearm. I looked at him with an eyebrow raised, wondering why he was touching me. Don’t get me wrong I didn’t hate the guy as much as I used to, you can say he grew on me but that doesn’t mean I necessarily liked the guy. He knew this as the feeling was mutual, we were simply enduring each other’s presence for the time being. Haise saw the look on my face before rolled his eyes and dropped his hand. He motioned with his head to the room, silently telling me he wanted to talk. I took a moment, looking back down to the others one last time before following him back into the room.

“This better not be a waste of time, Sasaki.” I said in a bored tone of voice, keeping my back to him as I walked towards the window.

I could practically feel his glare on the back of my head before hearing him sigh heavily, “Any time spent with you is a waste, Byun.”

I couldn’t help but let the corners of my lips curl upwards slightly at the jab as heard him walk over to me before I felt a nudge on my arm. I looked down to see him offering me a cigarette, already seeing one in his mouth. I shook my head, remembering how Minseok threatened to kill me himself if he caught me smoking again. Haise shrugged, pocketing the box of cigarettes before lighting the one in his mouth.

“What did you want to talk about?” I asked, opening the window to let the smoke out.

“Y/N.”

I turned to him at his serious tone, seeing how he didn’t even bother to look my way as he kept his gaze on the view outside. I noticed how calm he looked but he also seemed a bit dejected, by what I wouldn’t know.

“What about her? If you’re telling me to give her up then you’re in for a rude awakening.”

He chuckled at this, the smile not reaching his eyes as he finally turned to look at me, “I’m not telling you to give her up...because I already have.”

I looked at him in surprise and confusion, not understanding what he was trying to say. Haise simply smiled and like before the smile didn’t reach his eyes, “I’m not an idiot Baekhyun. I see the way she looks at you, hell everyone in this house sees it but it seems like the only one that doesn’t is your dumb ass.”

“The way she looks at you...what I would give for her to look at me like that.” He paused to take a drag of his cigarette, casting his gaze down to the floor, “I don’t know how you did it but consider yourself lucky you bastard, she opened her heart to you in a whole different way than how she opened her heart for me.”

“Haise...I think you’re seeing things. I still have a long way to go.”

“And that’s where you’re wrong, Byun. She already let you in. She might be denying it to herself but you’re already in there...wanna know how I know?” He paused, a far away look in his eye before he frowned, “When I woke up she was by your side, not mine. She hadn’t left your bedside since it happened, even when she was having one of her episodes she refused to be too far away from you. That’s when I knew I had lost.”

I was speechless, I mean what could I possibly say to that? He was basically telling me he was backing off and go after Y/N, as if he was giving me his blessing. I mean this just makes it a whole lot easier to get her to open up to me completely and let me in without having to worry about him sabotaging everything. But I couldn’t stop thinking about how wrong he was. No matter how much of her heart I had a big portion of it still belonged to Hyunsoo. I couldn’t help but think back to what happened just this morning. I frowned at the memory, bringing my gaze down to my feet.

“Just cause you’re out of the way doesn’t mean it’ll get any easier. Not only did I have to compete with you but with a dead man too? How the hell am I supposed to-”

“You’re not. She’ll never forget about Hyunsoo and don’t ever try to force her to either. I’m gonna be honest with you, Hyunsoo will always be apart of her whether you like it or not. But she loves you Baekhyun, she loves you for you. She’s not comparing the two of you, the love she has for you and the love she had for Hyunsoo are similar but completely different all at the same time.” He cut me off, his gaze never meeting mine as he looked out the window.

“And before you start with the whole ‘if YOU love her why let her go this easily’ bullshit don’t. I’m letting her go because I love her. Her happiness means more to me than my own and if she’s happy with you then...I’ll just have to live with that.” He added, throwing his cigarette on the floor before putting it out with his foot.

He bent down to pick it back up before giving me his deadliest glare, “But let me tell you this, just cause I’m stepping away doesn’t mean I’m going to disappear completely. You even so much as think about hurting her and I’ll be the one to kill you, understand?”

I couldn’t help but smirk at his remark, “That is if she doesn’t kill me first.”

I was sitting in my office as I went through some paperwork I’ve been letting pile up over the last week. My sellers have been on my back about supplying them with new goods but since I was so busy with the Kyungsoo issue I haven’t been able to do much. I had almost forgotten to give them their monthly share until I got a phone call a few minutes ago, wiring them the money as soon as the call ended. I was in the middle of trying to see how much money we had left after paying everyone off when Y/N stormed into the room. I looked up at her in confusion, wondering what has her so riled up.

“Why the hell is Jongin tied up in your fucking basement?!”

My face went pale, immediately wondering how she found out. I went to answer her question, failing to come up with a lie that would be enough to calm her down. This only set to anger her more as she could tell immediately what was going on in my head.

“Dammit Baekhyun! Why the hell-”

“Because he probably knows what Jongdae’s up to! Hell he was the one spying for Kyungsoo I couldn’t have him start reporting back to Jongdae! I need to find Dae before he thinks to come after you!” I yelled, cutting her off as my emotions took over.

“You really think he’d tell you?! From what I’ve heard you’ve had him locked up for two weeks and he still hasn’t said anything? Have you ever thought that I don’t know, he doesn’t know anything?”

“Then I’ll kill him, plain and simple.”

“I’m done with all the killing!” She yelled, her voice raw with emotion, “I’m tired, Baek. I’m done. I don’t want to kill anymore, I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore. If Jongdae’s going to come after me then let him come.”

“How the hell do you expect me to just let him come after you?”

“This isn’t about you anymore Baekhyun!”

“No, its about you and that’s why I’m being like this! Can’t you see I’m doing this for you!” I yelled out, my breathing starting to get heavier the longer this argument continued.

She stayed silent, her chest also heaving up and down. I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply, weaving my fingers through my hair before looked up to see her eyes already looking down to her feet.

“I never asked you to…”

“You really have no idea why do you…?” I asked, smiling a small lopsided smile as I started walking towards her, “It’s because I love you.”

I could see her shoulders tense as soon as those three little words left my mouth. As I reached her I reached out to grab her hand but was shocked to see her take a step away from me. I let my hand fall back to my side, knowing the hurt on my face was as clear as day, maybe that’s why she kept her gaze on the floor.

“Y/N, I’m doing this to protect you, to keep you safe...”

She said nothing for awhile, worrying me and making me think I had said something wrong. She shook her head slowly before abruptly turning on her heel and started walking away from me. In sort of a panic I reached out quickly, grabbing her wrist in my hand, stopping her from leaving. She kept her back to me as she yanked her wrist out of my grip, leaving me standing there in the middle of the room like an idiot. In a moment of frustration I spun on my heels and swiped my arm across my desk, throwing everything to the ground roughly. I put my hands down onto the desk to help me stand upright as I hung my head forward, this whole situation having spiraled out of control and I didn’t even know the reason why.

……

It’s been a few days and still nothing new on Jongin’s part. I was starting to get frustrated with his lack of sharing, the talk I had with Y/N adding to my frustration. I sat back in my chair, running my hands over my face roughly before weaving my fingers through my hair. I started thinking about what I was going to do, knowing Jongdae wasn’t just going to vanish without at least doing something.

“Baek?”

I was so engrossed in my own thoughts I hadn’t heard Junmyeon enter my office. I looked up at the sound of his voice, seeing him already standing directly in front of my desk. I looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to start speaking and when he didn’t I took the opportunity to talk instead.

“Is there something you needed?”

He stayed silent for another few seconds before speaking. He mumbled out his sentence so I wasn’t able to hear him properly. As seeing that I didn’t give any type of reaction to what he said he took a deep breath before repeating what he said.

“Jongin...he uh...escaped.”

As soon as his words processed in my mind a wave of anger washed through me as I brought my fist down onto the desk harshly. I closed my eyes before taking in a deep breathe.

“He what?” I asked through gritted teeth, opening my eyes to look at Junmyeon with a dangerous glint in my eye.

“He escaped…”

“How?”

“Well, Sehun had taken over for me and-”

“And who the fuck let Sehun take over for you?! Who gave you permission to just up and leave your job?!” I asked in anger, cutting him off.

I could see he was getting annoyed by my anger at him as he set his jaw, “With Hyera here I thought-”

“Well whatever the hell you thought you thought wrong.” I said as I cut him off again, getting up from my seat and walking out of my office.

I made my way downstairs, ignoring the other in the livingroom and heading straight down to the basement. Once there I went straight for Sehun, Chanyeol blocking my way as soon as he saw the anger on my face. I tried going around him but he just moved in front of me every time.

“Move.”

“Baek hear him out first before you even try and beat him.” Chanyeol tried to argue, not knowing that his words only set to anger me more.

“Why would I hear him out, unless he let him go and that can’t be right...right?”

Chanyeol hesitated to answer causing my anger to flair up as I pushed at his chest roughly, “If you know he’s done something to receive a beating then don't try and fucking stop me.”

With that I went straight for Sehun, pulling out my gun when I felt Chanyeol place a hand on my shoulder. I knew I was letting my anger make all my decisions for me. Not only was I angry about Jongin escaping but I was angry with the fact Y/N was able to walk away from me so easily three days ago. Even though I knew this I didn’t care as I pointed it straight at him, glaring at him through my haze of anger. A flash of hurt crossed his eyes at seeing the barrel of the gun aimed straight at his chest.

“I’m not letting you hurt any more of our members.” He said, his voice dropping down several octaves.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his statement, “You’re not going to let me? And who the hell are you?”

“You’re willing to beat someone half to death to get the information you want, even if it’s one of your own, for Y/N?”

“Yes.” I answered without hesitation, watching his face fall slightly at seeing I meant it, “I’d kill any of you for her if I had to.”

“Tell me what the fuck happened because I know Jongin was too weak to just get up and leave on his own. There is no fucking way he overpowered you and escaped.” I said harshly, pointing my gun at Sehun now.

Besides Jongdae and Kyungsoo Sehun was one of the only other members that was really close with Jongin. A short while after I brought those three in it didn’t take Sehun long to befriend Jongin, the two of them becoming inseparable. This is the reason why I kept him out of the loop about having Jongin down here. I knew he was going to either try and talk to me about letting Jongin go or just flat out break him out instead. I knew the moment Junmyeon told me about Jongin escaping I knew Sehun had something to do with it.

“Now tell me, why the hell did you let him go?” I asked again, taking a step closer to him.

“He didn’t know anything! Jongdae ran from him the moment Y/N left him to Jongin. If I had let him stay here and continue to get tortured he would’ve died!” Sehun yelled out, his own face riddled with anger.

I couldn’t help but laugh at how absurd this whole thing was, “And since when have any of you been able to make the decisions here? This isn’t a fucking democracy, this is a dictatorship and you all better realize that soon.”

“Tell me everything he told you before you let him go and I mean everything.”

-Y/N’s P.O.V-

I watched from my seat on the couch as Junmyeon followed Baekhyun down the stairs with a frown on his face. Baekhyun completely ignored the rest of us that were in the living room as he headed straight for the basement. I frowned at seeing how angry he looked, wanting nothing but to comfort him but I knew I couldn’t, not after how I left him the other day. I could practically feel how much it hurt him to have me walk away from him as he would walk around the house with his shoulders hunched forward in dejection and avoided me at all costs. I would be lying if I said it didn’t hurt but this was my fault to begin with and the only one that could fix it was me.

I got up from the couch in a hurry, reaching out to grab Junmyeon’s arms as he passed by. He looked at me in what looked like exasperation but his face softened when he noticed the look in my eyes. He sighed heavily before casting one last glance to the door that led to the basement before turning his attention to me.

“Is...everything okay?” I asked hesitantly.

He sighed once more before rubbing his hands over his face momentarily, “Jongin escaped…”

I said nothing, casting my gaze down to my feet as I tried to hide the secret I promised I’d keep for Sehun. Junmyeon must’ve noticed, a groan leaving his lips.

“Y/N what the hell? Why-”

“Because he’s suffered enough Junmyeon, don’t you think? I mean he wasn’t the only one suffering, Sehun was having a hard time too and I don’t know that little bugger has wormed his way into my heart and now I can’t find it in me to say no to him.” I rambled on, trying to say anything to lesson the scolding he would give me.

The scolding never came, the only thing I got was silence. I looked up to see what kind of expression he had on his face, surprised to see the tiniest of smiles playing at his lips.

“Thank you.” He said softly.

Before I could say anything else we were cut off by Hye’s laughter filling the room. She and the other were completely oblivious to what was happening and I intended to keep it that way. As soon as her laugh hit our ears I could see the smile on Junmyeon’s face grow considerably, a certain look clouding his eyes as he moved his gaze over to look at her. That look in his eyes seemed familiar but I couldn’t remember exactly where I’ve seen it. Junmyeon must’ve sensed my gaze on his as he quickly looked towards me, a blush rising to his cheeks at the knowing look on my face.

“So...anything you have to say for yourself?” I asked, changing the subject to a lighter one.

He said nothing as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “No…”

“Uh-huh...Chanyeol told me everything.”

Junmyeon smiled sheepishly, “I just want to keep her safe.”

I softened up at the that, “If you can please...get her out of here. She’s still young and…,”I trailed off before giving him a small smile, “I don’t want this to be the only life she knows.”

“You know this isn’t the only life for you either right? Baekhyun-”

“Baekhyun is too good for me. I’m damaged goods Junmyeon, I don’t want him to see me when I break down again. After--after that first time I just can’t bare for him to see me like that again.” I cut him off, keeping my gaze on the other in the living room.

“If you think I feel a certain way about Hyera...then think about how Baekhyun feels about you. It definitely stronger, I know it is and he doesn’t care how broken you are because he’s there to fix you even if you don’t want to be fixed, there’s no getting rid of him.”

I said nothing as I simply kept my gaze on the others. I knew exactly how Baekhyun felt because that’s how I feel about him but there’s something holding me back, something stopping me from being with him.

“Go with him to this party he’s going to next week, it’s not like a regular party it’s more for business. If any of us goes with him we’d stick out like a sore thumb but if you went...it’d help everything go smoothly and you could take the chance to talk everything out.” He suggested, his attention quickly turning to Baekhyun who briskly walked through the basement door.

I frowned as I noticed the cut on his cheek and the blood on his knuckles. I knew he was angry, the anger radiating off of him. I sighed heavily, keeping my eyes on him as he made his way back up the stairs.

“I’ll think about it.” I said, my frown deepening at hearing him slam the door of his office harshly, wincing slightly.

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taz-writes · 6 years

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I was scrolling through your blog and saw something about a mermaid incident in class... date I ask for the story behind that?

I will absolutely tell you the story behind that, because it is equal parts baffling and hilarious, even now an entire year later.

It begins… with my creative writing minor. Last fall I took a class called Survey of Forms: Fiction, which was an introduction to the canon of literary fiction, as well as literary fiction writing and basic style skills like characterization, narrative voice, dialogue, et cetera. Sounds pretty typical, right? Well, my professor was a fun guy, and one of our assignments around the middle of the semester was to write a rant. What sort of rant, you may ask? Literally anything. It was an exercise in narrative voice, he wanted 2-4 pages of a first-person tirade on something that you had strong opinions about, to be read out loud in class the next week. We had the option to write as a character from our short story WIPs or to write as ourselves.

I chose to write my rant about a subject very near and dear to my heart: mermaids. Specifically, how much I fucking hated them as a child.

A bit of backstory, so you can understand why this got me so incredibly riled: I’m all about fairies. I was the fairy kid. I literally thought I was a fairy princess from outer space until I was, like, 11 or 12 years old. I wanted to have cool magic powers and sparkly wings and all that good stuff! I wanted to fly! I wanted to live in the forest and grant wishes! But like, mermaids are and have always been way more popular. If you’re a little girl who loves mermaids, your options are everywhere. You’ve got mermaid TV shows! Mermaid movies! Mermaid book series! Mermaid-themed makeup, mermaid-themed clothing, mermaid-themed Halloween costumes and lunch boxes and merchandise, mermaid stuff is everywhere. If you’re a little girl who loves fairies… you get, uh, Winx Club? Barbie Fairytopia? And maybe some Disney stuff if you squint. This was before even those Tinkerbell movies went mainstream, and if you were (like me) the sort of tomboy to frown at pink ruffly stuff, then you had absolutely NOTHING.

And for bonus points, every single one of those fairy things I mentioned? Yeah they have mermaids in them. And the mermaids got overmerchandised, while the fairy MAIN CHARACTERS were neglected. Winx Club has a whole mermaid season, Barbie Fairytopia has mermaids and got a freaking mermaid-based sequel and never did justice to the actual fairy protagonists until long after I’d outgrown Barbie media. So like, I’m salty. I literally started writing Feilan because I was tired of every story with fairies being either immature Disney shit for 5-year-olds or edgy grimdark YA novels with too much kissing and inappropriate language for baby 12/13-year-old Taz’s tastes. I wanted something in between–fairies who weren’t stupid little glittery farts, but who didn’t spend all their time being ~evil and sexy~ or whatever either. If you like mermaid stuff, you can find a zillion different interpretations of merfolk lore, but despite the vast breadth of fae lore the fiction inspired by it only has two real subgenres. Fairies just aren’t as popular. I think they’re coming back a little bit because of SJM and Holly Black, but I HATE SJM’s fae and Holly Black’s are unbearably edgy, so that’s not really a good thing?

On top of this, I am the type of person who clings very tightly and personally to minor things that aggravate me. I’m not sure why, and I wish that wasn’t the case, but at this point I’ve accepted it as part of my personality. It’s very rare that I find something I’m quite so passionately mad about, but when I latch onto a pet peeve I take it seriously. You can’t argue with me about the meaningless petty grudges, those are my lifeblood, and the mermaid thing is one of the oldest pet peeves I have.

Back to the topic! The rant I wrote for Survey of Forms was the above tirade, expanded over several pages with sources cited. I was pretty proud of it! I came up with some really brutal turns of phrase, I thought my ~authorial voice~ was top of the line, it was a good rant. Time rolled around for us to share our rants with the class, and I gave a fabulous dramatic reading. My comedic timing is one of my strengths as an actress.

Everything went as normal for the next few rants… and then, one of my quieter classmates began to read his rant. It sounded fine for the first few sentences, a discussion of traditional elements and their thematic associations okay whatever… but it became increasingly obvious, as he went on, that this wasn’t what he’d written. No, he was improvising a speech on the spot, because he was SO upset that I didn’t like mermaids that he had to tell me exactly how and why I was wrong about my entire worldview.

In public. In front of our ENTIRE CLASS.

He explained how mermaids belong to elemental water, and they’re valuable to modern society. See, water is the element of empathy and compassion, and those things are so rare in modern American society! It was almost a year after the 2016 elections, and our politics were so vicious and divisive, and the influence of water’s empathy was dwindling and he could see it burning through society! An over-emphasis on elemental air and its transience was leading to the rise of fake news and misinformation and alternative facts, elemental fire led to rage and passion and an inability to think logically, and we needed water to balance everything! So in fact, we need more mermaid stories! Because mermaid stories teach us to feel empathy! And the lack of water’s empathy, this growing hatred of mermaids (and by extension anything water-based)–that was the reason America was falling apart! That’s why Trump was elected! Because… uh, because I don’t like mermaids?

Yeah, this guy basically implied that I was the reason Trump became president and the media devolved into vitriolic chaos. Because I don’t like mermaids.

I couldn’t make this shit up on my own if I tried.

I was absolutely livid, a friend of mine in the same class told me I turned redder than my scarlet school hoodie. I’ve never had the best anger management skills, I was literally shaking in my seat, I was inches away from flipping the table I sat at. I probably would’ve done it, too, if my classmate hadn’t put her boiling hot cup of soup down on it without the lid on. One of the lovely side effects of my ADHD is that sometimes when I get upset, my brain gets so hyperfocused on that one emotion that I’m physically incapable of feeling anything else or even thinking straight, and I can’t snap myself out. Those rages are terrifying. This was one of the worst rages I’ve ever experienced in my life, and I thanked my lucky stars later that I didn’t hurt somebody. I did get to scream at the guy for a couple minutes, but I don’t remember what I actually said. It involved a few physical threats and a lot of being embarrassed in front of my peers.

Anyways, the professor didn’t even stop this guy, because–like everyone else–he didn’t realize what was going on until it was too late. And once he realized, I guess he froze up or something? I don’t know. I lost my fucking mind about this, I went into my next class and screamed for like fifteen minutes. My poor Music History teacher was so confused.

The Survey professor emailed me and asked me to stop by his office later, and I thought I was going to get lectured for throwing a fit in class. I used to throw a lot of tantrums in grade school and even when I grew out of that, I was always the person blamed when an argument or fight broke out with me involved, so I had some muscle memory… the professor actually wound up apologizing. He told me he just didn’t know what to do in the moment, and he was really nice about it, and by then I’d calmed down enough that I wasn’t literally frothing with rage. It was very very surreal. I felt quite validated.

Mermaid guy wound up writing me a length apology email. I’m pretty sure the professor put him up to it. He went on to explain that he was from Singapore and he was raised right by the water and so it was really important to him, his culture has some kind of mermaid thing that he’s emotionally attached to, et cetera… He seemed very sincere about it, so I accepted the apology, but I still have no freaking clue what possessed him to derail the entire class in order to argue over my goofy childhood grudge. It’s hilarious in retrospect, I just can’t even begin to understand the logic. I still have that email saved because it was so mind-blowingly absurd.

So yeah, that’s the Mermaid Incident. I wish I could say it went down in university history but I’m not sure if anyone remembered it longer than a week or so after it happened. Nobody ever mentioned it again.

And despite said classmate’s best efforts, I still have a grudge against mermaids. They’re very nice in their own dedicated media, but if I see them popping up like plot cancer in stories you told me were about fey? I will come for you.

#taz talks #the vicious irony is that i am my own worst enemy #because feilan does have mermaids and they do derail book 2 for a while with their own shenanigans #but tHAT'S DIFFERENT #and the fairies are BETTER #sparksandstarsandstories #also i am absolutely willing to provide proof that this did in fact happen #because this is a 100% real not-embellished-at-all factual story from my life #i have a saved screenshot of the apology email

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