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Plaid (Newjeans Hanni)
Hanni Pham is just about the perfect student: consistently top of the class, perennial dean’s lister, well liked among her teachers and peers, an active participant for every co-curricular and extracurricular activity, and overall just a good person to be around.
And you? You’re the exact opposite. Slow, lazy, constantly in self-isolation—always cutting classes whenever you can, struggling with just about everything. You’re surprised you’re still even attending this university as is, despite the countless talks with your professors.
Which is why when she greets you a good morning as soon as you run into each other in the hallway, the books you’ve been carrying crumble like Jenga blocks.
She immediately jumps into action, picking up your dropped books in record fashion to hand them back to you. The cute, irresistible smile etched on her lips is icing on the cake.
“Here you go!”
Admittedly, you feel some type of way about Hanni. It’s conflicting, constantly changing. A little bit of jealousy because she’s the student you wished you were, but also a bit of allure because of how surprisingly attractive she is. You’ve never felt any kind of attraction towards anyone in college besides her. And she turns out to be an exchange student, and you’ve never seen anyone with the combination of cuteness and beauty before she came along.
You take a moment to look into her eyes. Those gentle, warm irises perfectly capture the kindness emanating from her—God, why is she so damn irresistible. It isn’t that you’ve been giving her the cold shoulder, but you’re merely apathetic and neutral with her. Outside of the same brief rote exchanges—good morning, what’s your lunch, what are you doing after class later—you and Hanni have been, for the most part, worlds apart.
The universe is doing its part to bring you two together, because you can feel it. Tension so thin, you can cut it with a knife.
She never lets up.
She wants to know you.
“I-uh, thanks,” you say, suddenly averting her gaze to your locker instead as you snatch your books back, then in the other direction. Anywhere but her eyes.
Fuck. She keeps staring, leaning her head forward with a lively smile, her hands behind her back, waiting for you to continue. She talks with childlike passion and energy, “We have an exam in accounting later, did you study for it?”
“N-no,” you say, almost stuttering through the simplest of responses, as though your tongue is wrapped up in itself. It should be embarrassing for you to act this awkwardly in front of a sweet girl like Hanni. Mentally punching yourself to be better. It never happens. “Not exactly, I kinda forgot.”
More like you willingly neglected your studies for a nightlong gaming session. It’s an addiction.
Her eyes widen with amusement, as if she sees through the lie. Does she? You don’t know. Maybe she does. There’s so many layers to her that you never bothered to uncover. That’s the price for your negligence and decision to be a lone-wolf.
Hanni reaches her hand into the pocket of her dress shirt and presents a folded up sheet of paper. “Then this with you. Just make sure to hide it underneath the test paper, got it?”
From bewilderment to amazement—your face goes through every emotion, unsure of what would perfectly suit the situation. She doesn’t know you well enough to casually entrust you with a cheat sheet, yet she’s perfectly fine handing it to you over her presumed friends, which includes members of the student council.
Initially, you hesitate, but she’s steadfast in her position, as if you receiving this paper is doing her a favor. You ultimately fold and accept it from her. She grins as you tuck the sheet away in your coat.
“See you later!” she says, before walking past you to her next class. You slowly turn around, watch her leave and rejoin with her friends, one of whom is the student council head. Alone with nothing but your thoughts, you put the strange encounter aside and get moving again.
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The next time you see Hanni again is during world history class, right before lunch. Your rather senile professor, who doesn’t give a shit that half the class is either fast asleep, on the verge of, or doing everything else apart from listening to his monotonous lecture, drones on about Napoleon’s European conquest for the second week in a row. Even the patient student that you are, you’ve grown tiresome of it, especially with the dreadful pacing. You’re way behind schedule. At the very least, he seems to be paid well, so there’s a little silver lining.
Looking at her, you wonder if the gods were in a good mood on the day they made her. She’s as enthusiastic about the topic as if it's her first time hearing it. Listening to every single word intently, taking down notes furiously, taking pictures of the presentation even though she has it projected on her laptop because why the fuck not—she was born to be the teacher’s pet. Compare that to half of the class: even the supposed top student in the class is barely struggling to stay awake, clinging to the edges of her seat out of fear she could collapse from sheer boredom. It’s a miracle, really, that there’s at least one student showing this much interest.
The notion creeps up in your mind: Hanni’s right over there, without a care except for the lecture at hand. Your phone rests on the edge of your chair. Her smile, her shine—you want to keep more than just a mental image of her. Something to actively remind you that someone like her exists. It’s creepy, but it doesn’t matter when no one’s looking, especially not her. Only you.
Little by little your hand crawls toward the phone. Then the moral compass inside you resists. You don’t know this girl—not in the slightest. Just because of a simple kind act doesn’t mean you’re completely smitten over her. Most importantly, you remember one important point about Hanni: she’s not from here. She’s an exchange student with a one year contract set to expire in—wait for it—two weeks. The semester ends before then, and it’s reasonable to assume she’ll be gone from your life just as quickly as she entered it once the page turns.
Right as the inner conflict inside your head reaches a fever pitch, the bell rings. On one side, you’re celebrating this moral victory; on the other, you’re punching a mental wall for not pulling the trigger. Before the professor even realizes the alarm already sounded off, all the students have filed out of the room in quick succession.
You briefly consider searching for Hanni in the sea of students making their way around the halls, but seeing that she’s disappeared into the crowd, you decide to let her go. Perhaps the logical side of your brain might be telling you the truth: that she will be a mere afterthought to you after today.
But then there’s the unshakeable, unceasing part of you that refuses to give in. Even as you eat lunch at the corner of the cafeteria, you’re still trying to single out Hanni to no avail. A hopeless situation gradually growing worse with each passing hour.
A not so subtle tap on your shoulder. Look to your side and there’s your angel, appearing at your hour of need. Hanni.
“Hey! Still have the cheat sheet I gave you earlier?” she asks. A few meters behind her is the student council president, Minji, and her secretary, Danielle, engaged in their own conversation, presumably accompanying their friend.
You scramble to find the folded piece of paper somewhere in your bag, forgetting that you’ve tucked the sheet away deep in your coat. Panicked, you jump from your seat to search within your clothes, still unable to detect its tiny presence hiding in your jacket. “Shit—”
“I can give you another copy if you lost it—”
“I’m sure it’s in here somewhere!” you interject, tonally desperate, repeatedly swiping your fingers on the same pockets with no success.
Eventually, you frisk the deepest pockets of your coat, feeling something rough on the edge of your fingertips. Reeling it out, you present a folded piece of paper in front of her. It should be a small win, but it’s an embarrassing loss, especially right in front of Hanni.
“Good to know you still have it!” she says, grinning from ear to ear. You’re certain she was trying to suppress her chuckle the entire time, and based on her toothy smile, it’s not very difficult to jump to that conclusion. “Even if you didn’t lose it, I still would have given you another copy if you wanted it.”
“Hanni.” You turn to face her, a complete juxtaposition from her jolly, outgoing personality. Your expression looks stern in searching for answers. “Why are you like this? We barely know each other.”
Surprised by your sudden change in attitude, she takes a step back, pausing to contemplate her answer. Her usually bright demeanor gradually changes to reflect yours. Her smile remains, except it's hiding a little gloom, a little concern. “I just wanted to be kind to you. I saw you were struggling in some of the classes we shared and thought you needed some help. It’s only right to do the right thing, you know?”
In that moment, you regret showing a bit of attitude. Hand to your chest, as guilt occupies your heart and mind. “Oh.” You pause, stare back into those wanting eyes. “I-I guess you were really being kind to me, huh?”
“I don’t make fake answer sheets, let alone give them to people I dislike.” She leans forward, causing you to stagger back, bumping your thighs against the cafeteria stool. “And I like you.”
Your mouth gradually opens, trying to figure out what to say, how to react. Only air and silent noises come out. You genuinely have no idea how to respond to this sudden revelation. It’s not like you’re a popular name among the student body, let alone the ladies; if anything, you were mostly a ghost, only coming into light when needed—and in most cases, when the professors would ask you questions about the topic at hand.
Blinking rapidly, you needed to do a double take. “Say that again?”
“I like you.” She repeats it for you. Twice. With increasing emphasis on those three words to drive the statement home. “I. Like. You.”
Let that sink in. You still don’t know what to say. “I—”
“We can talk about this later in the afternoon. Meet me at Room 204, okay? I’m in a rush and I just wanted to briefly check on you.” You watch her tone revert back to its beaming, bubbly self with each sentence. Before you even have an opportunity to say anything back, she rejoins her friends and walks away again, waving at you while shouting, “Remember what I told you about the cheat sheet!”
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Aside from accounting, where you followed Hanni’s advice down to the letter, the rest of the afternoon kept your thoughts mostly preoccupied with Hanni’s departing words. The two classes you shared with her during that period were opportunities to stare at her, watch her from a distance. Three simple words, and yet there’s layers upon layers to uncover. What did she mean when she said them? You barely interacted for most of the semester, yet she still considers you likable. During those long, painful hours of waiting, your curiosity and anticipation slowly built up.
And then, the bell rings at the top of the seventeenth hour. Time to find out.
While students file out in every direction, celebrating their regained freedom, you make your way through Room 204. Peeking from the outside, you see no one inside, not even Hanni. It looks about the same as when you left it—messy. You’re anxious, hesitant, cautious. There’s a part of you that believes she’s merely playing you in front of her friends, and that she might stand you up as a joke. And you have no reason to believe she genuinely likes you, apart from that one simple act of kindness from earlier.
For the next few minutes, in those crucial moments of waiting, all your thoughts and presumptions begin waging war inside your head. You have one foot on the door, with the other looking to go home. It’s not the first time you’ve been stood up; you can write an entire thesis report going over each terrible experience and the feeling of bitterness and pining that followed. At the very least, should push come to shove, this wouldn’t be the worst of them—not even bottom five.
So you pace back and forth in front of the designated room, look at your phone, followed by your watch. Again and again. Minutes, stretching to hours, into days, into a slow eternity. You’re starting to lose hope.
Which is why when she comes across you in the hallway, you feel like a kid finding love for the first time all over again. You’re not even trying to hide your excitement. The stunned and relieved expression etched on your lips, the growing shade of red across your face, the hitch in your arms as they reach out to her because you couldn’t believe she would follow through on her word—
And when she flashes her toothy smile, her mouth speaking words you end up missing—you just want to take her by the hand and run away with her.
She ends up calling your name. Twice, thrice, a dozen times—you’re not exactly sure, but you can definitely lose yourself to the sight of Hanni’s presence over and over. With a hand held on the door, she’s telling you to join her inside, saying she has something important to share with you. At least that’s the very gist of it.
At her request, you leave your bag on one of the vacant seats; you end up sharing the same chair. The tension is palpable. Hanni paces back and forth in front of the desk, quietly ruminating, hiding her concerned look away from your eyes. A wakeup call for you that this is a serious matter. You have a lot of unanswered questions, but seeing the gravity of the moment, you conclude that it’s better to keep them to yourself a little while longer—at least once all the heavy air has been cleared. You stand there awkwardly, waiting for her to make the first move.
“I just want to say,” she suddenly says, still turned away from you, long streaks of dark hair covering her eyes. What they can’t hide is the frown on her lips. “I’m going to miss this place. All the profs, all the activities, but most importantly, all the people. Including you.”
“Me?” You’re not surprised at that statement; you’ve assumed she wasn’t going to be here for the long haul, considering she’s an exchange student. What does confuse you, is how she specifically singled you out from everyone else. You barely know each other. At best, you only teamed up for two group projects, which she mostly did the carrying for. For you, the bar has been set very, very low. “How come me?”
Hanni finally faces you, using everything in her willpower not to cry. Her usually lively eyes twinkle with tears waiting to be shed, but she refuses. Not even the warmest of her smiles can hide the somber and pained expression she has looking at you. “Most of the boys here are—excuse my language—a bunch of fucking jackasses and perverts.”
Not exactly wrong; if you weren’t part of an athletics club or hanging out at bars after class, you were likely to be one of their victims. You know this because you are numb to their asshole behavior. The girls would usually retreat in a subtle manner once they knew their presence, which wasn’t difficult to pinpoint.
Rolling your eyes, you reply, “You’re right. I hate their guts too—”
“But you’ve been kind to me from the moment I introduced myself, you know?” Hanni begins to walk toward you, rendering you even more frozen in place. “Even our brief good mornings meant quite a lot. It made me feel welcome.”
You didn’t really think much of it, unaware that it would have this profound of an impact in someone else’s life. And why would you—it’s a habit you’ve been taught since when you were seven. For a moment, you’d think she was being very melodramatic, as if she were practicing theater.
“And—” she pauses, takes a deep breath, “Let’s be honest; I know you like me too.”
When she drops those final words, your eyes pop. Wide. Enough to stretch through your forehead and fly up. It leaves you completely paralyzed. A whole truth bomb dropped just like that. She cusps your hands with hers; you freely allow her. Whether it's from utter shock or the desire to hold her like this for so long, you don’t know, but you definitely want to let this moment linger.
“I-I—”
You can feel her hot breath against yours, her face inching closer, your bodies almost entangling into something passionate and warm. There’s nothing stopping you both from finally bridging the gap that’s been separating you for the longest time. Hanni, the charming, popular girl that everyone either wants to be friends with or to be her, seemingly knows you like a book read from left to right. More importantly, she likes you. Tells it straight to your face.
Her arms snake around your neck, leaving you even more suffocated. No longer in her grasp, you find your hands pressed around tiny, fit waist. Her glinting eyes encourage you to let those innermost desires run wild. The suppressed thoughts you’ve been hiding slowly pull you under their influence. You shouldn’t be doing this, yet they’re right there: those sweet, puckery, inviting lips, waiting to be marked, yours and yours alone.
Instead, you end up in a tight embrace. It’s not as romantic as you envisioned. If anything, it’s bittersweet. Deep down, this is her way of saying goodbye, and you’re only realizing what this is really all about. An opportunity to bid farewell on amicable terms. It’s almost cruel that your first substantial interaction outside of school-related activities has to be like this.
You hold on to her tighter. She does the same. You’re unwilling to let go. She doesn’t want to, either.
Resting her head on your shoulder, Hanni whispers in your ear the most calming and soothing tone, “I’m going to miss you.”
You don’t believe you’ve earned the right to say those words back. So the only thing you can do is hold on to her the best you can—for dear life.
Outside, the setting sun is gradually fading away, and so does the natural light it brings. You can stay here, from dusk to dawn, comfortable in this position if she wants to.
She opens her mouth again, and she continues to hum and speak melodies in your ear. “I have one thing I want to do before saying goodbye. Can you help me?”
Without an ounce of hesitation, you nod, saying, “Anything for you.”
Hanni breaks the bear hug then leads you along with her to the desk. With the other hand, she lifts it back to her waist, placing herself in a new and unexpected position: her back arched against the table, with one knee bent beside yours. Her eyes glinting with utter desire, she couldn’t be any more obvious.
Before the realization fully dawns on you, she does the unthinkable.
A simple irresistible kiss, pulling you down by the collar of your coat. Next thing you know, you have Hanni’s back crooked further against the edge of the desk, your lip-lock turning more and more passionate. Nothing overly dramatic and sentimental—only passionate love making.
She wants it. Deep down, you want it too.
“I can’t—” you mutter, drawing your breath, pulling your lips away. But not your hands. It’s in Hanni’s custody now. Your coat halfway down your arms, she sneakily tosses it aside. “Not here.”
Surprised by your sudden change of heart, she leans forward, her fingers now pulling at the hem of your sleeves. “What’s wrong?”
“I mean—look around, Hanni. We’re in a goddamn classroom.”
If only you could throw your arms around in protest to prove a point, but even that wouldn’t save you now.
“This is what I wanted from the start.” Hanni pulls you back in, her eyes hypnotic and irresistible, shining like gold. “You wanted this, too. Don’t play.”
“Hanni—”
She stops you right in your tracks with an impulsive peck on the lips. Curling them through the kiss to form a smile, she murmurs, “Don’t think, just do.”
And you do just that. Kiss her, make out with her as if your life depended on it.
Hanni’s lips taste like they’re meant for you. Sweet like honey. Divine. Heavenly. If it were possible, you’d want to choke on your own breath holding onto them for dear life. Not to mention the hums coming out of her mouth, those subdued mewls that she releases whenever you bite on her bottom lip—you can’t help but sink back in whenever you consider the thought of letting go.
There’s no reason not to; you have this pretty little thing, Hanni Pham, all to yourself. Even your body knows how rare of an opportunity this is. With one hand quietly slipping between her pencil skirt, you navigate your way to the depths of her heat without breaking the kiss. In a flash, she throws her head back, snapping her mouth wide at the new sensation. All that cool, calm expression, gone in an instant.
“Fuck—”
“God, Hanni. You’re so wet.”
She grabs your wrist—that mischievous hand newly buried in her pussy—and urges you further, “Keep doing that. That felt so good.”
And God, does everything about finger fucking her feel incredible. The satisfying squelch of her cunt as your digits press against her warmth, the continuous twisting of her features as she crumbles from the pleasure, leaving her neck exposed for your lips to newly conquer, adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing all over Hanni’s body. Seeing her, this usually larger than life figure, fall under your spell pushes you even further.
Like Hanni, you’re still young; there’s only pleasure and the thrill of moving too fast and reckless. One day you’ll end up regretting this, ruminating over memories that could ultimately end you before you even started, but you’d rather take this memento than leave with nothing at all.
You’re both already past the point of no return. Hanni’s underwear hangs casually between her ankles while they’re wrapped around your waist, her neck filled with bite marks and deep shades of red that no piece of fabric can hide. Her dress shirt is partially unbuttoned, revealing a white camisole desperately seeking to be removed, and if that wasn’t enough, she’s made the crucial decision not to wear a bra today.
Fuck, that bulging ache in your pants is so agitating—both physically and mentally.
“Wait,” you say, suddenly turning around and locking the door quickly, letting her panties fall freely to the floor. It proves to be a little struggle when you unknowingly use your slick-coated hand over your dry one.
“Should have done that first,” she playfully chides, chuckling at you.
Returning to her with your drenched fingers pointed in the direction of her pussy, you respond, “Should have chosen anywhere but the classroom.”
“You’re saying you’d rather do this during our Christmas party?” Hanni lifts an eyebrow, taunting.
“Only if they allowed it.”
“And all those cheat sheets I handed you, all that for nothing?”
“Shut up. Didn’t need them, anyway.”
Hanni can’t help but burst into boisterous laughter. There’s no use locking that door now.
Even with the little time spent together, there’s clearly magic between you, the signs of what should have been a beautiful relationship. If only you both knew that. But now’s not the time to go over what ifs—only what’s next.
She stops you right as you ready yourself, grabbing the top button of your shirt. Using only her expressive eyes for approval, you steadily watch on till they’re completely undone. You’re left with the job of removing your undershirt and helping her toss your clothes aside. On the other hand, you’re in no rush to undress her completely; she’s a perfect mess as is with her unbuttoned uniform, her panties somewhere between your feet, and her taut nipples poking through the fabric.
And Hanni wants it that way. You’ve barely entertained the idea of running your fingers through her skirt when she interrupts your train of thought.
“You haven’t done it yet,” she says looking at your greedy, grubby hands, directing them with hers underneath her garment. “Make me cum. Please.”
As if you had any other intention. Maybe with something better, but that’s usually saved later—and for good reason.
You’re trying so hard not to curse through gritted teeth. Fuck. This. Damned. Skirt. Admittedly, it’s cute and perfectly suits Hanni; it adds to the appeal of seeing this usually meek, well behaved student asking for something more than naughty—it’s downright criminal—but you need to see what makes her really tick. Hanni’s clicking her tongue, growing more frustrated by the second than you are, anxiously waiting for you to come through. Carefully, you push a finger into her, then another, moving in delicate and systemic motion.
Then, it all clicks in perfect harmony:
She releases this pent-up moan from the depths of her chest, as though it were a heave of relief. The initial plunge from earlier makes plunging between her slick folds so much easier. You take a moment to let the satisfying sound sink in: the wet slop of her cunt as it reflexes against your fingers, unable to keep yourself from moaning with delight before you slowly draw back, then in again.
From there, everything takes care of itself.
Hanni dissolves into a whimpering mess, under the hypnotic spell of your fingers fucking her pussy in tempered, intricate strokes, effortlessly and handily. Body shaking, desk quivering under the pressure of her weight, her hands struggling to find reprieve from the overwhelming sensations thundering all over her. She can barely breathe, let alone find the words to speak. Only quick curses. Each and every word so gratifying to hear.
“Fuck—fuck—its—its—so—good—more—”
You don’t give her any breathing room. In the brief moments when you lax, with your fingers either motionless deep within her cunt or pull back, leaving marks on her inner thighs with her own slick, you’re all over her, gently fondling her and kissing her. Half her uniform’s sleeve has fallen down her shoulder, giving you more of her body for you to claim as your own. With every little touch and thing you do, you continue to set her nerves ablaze with nothing to quench her lust.
It’s no wonder she’s such a teacher’s pet; she loves to follow along without any resistance or objection. A fact proven when you lift her undershirt to expose her taut nipples, and your free hand impulsively takes them. You give her left tit a twist, and from her needy lips comes a sharp whine.
“Do it again,” she says, panting, nodding her head wildly, visibly overwhelmed. She doesn’t know what hit her, but it feels fucking amazing.
Of course, you wouldn’t pass up the opportunity, even if she hadn’t asked. Hanni’s body, all yours for the taking. Not everyone can say they fucked the top girl in the class in the classroom of all places.
And you let your body do all the talking. No amount of words nor their depth can adequately describe the sensation of tasting and feeling her figure. First your free fingers, then your tongue—they make their mark on her chest while your other digits crawl to a lazy pace inside her cunt. Not that she minds—she’s too engrossed in the blissful sensation to remotely care. Her hands find their way around your neck and back, scratching and digging away at your skin in an attempt to pull you even closer.
It aches—but not as much as the ache in Hanni’s core. As you inch her closer to climax, you can feel her tremble, propping her head on your shoulder now as her outlet, whimpering, crying, mewling. “Almost—” she mumbles, before she’s caught up again in the sea of her own pleasure. Knowing this, the rest of your body moves like it’s second nature. Faster and deeper, you continue your endless assault on her body, until—
Suddenly, Hanni freezes up, moans over your ear as a moment of silent calm follows. In the succeeding moments, you both remain clung together as her orgasm hits. And by god, it hits her like lightning. Sharp and brutal. Fingers stuck deep in her core as she gushes, quivers all over them. It lingers, leaves you both incapacitated.
Minutes that could easily stretch into hours, stuck on a desk, basking in the afterglow of unadulterated bliss. Eventually, she lifts up her head and lets out a deep breath of relief. Her hands remain entangled with your hair as she pulls herself back. A scope down gives you a short but telling extent of the damage: copious amounts of slick dripping on the edge of the table, down to the floor. You’re a little terrified of what your fingers will look like.
Through half-lidded eyes, Hanni flashes you a smile as she slowly realizes the mess she has become. Cheeks flustered with embarrassment, she quickly pushes down her undershirt, but they can’t hide her nipples’ rigidness. You’re both grinning at each other like mischievous pranksters. Something tells you that despite everything, it’s not enough. The fire in her eyes and the confidence in her laugh says it all: she’s looking for more trouble, and one way or another, you’re gonna be her accomplice.
Before you can even utter a word, you both hear a knock on the door. Through the casted silhouette, you recognize that it’s a janitor. Spent energy be damned, you’re brought back to reality. You quickly turn to Hanni in a state of alarm, “Shit. I told you not told to do this in the classroom—”
Reaching out her hand, she replies, “It’s gonna be fine! Give me my bag and I’ll get us out of this.”
You immediately rush Hanni her bag, and while you hastily put yourself back in one piece, she grabs a pack of tissues to clear all evidence of your little escapade. In no time, you’ve somehow returned the place in nearly the same position you found it. Only one difference: her panties are left on the floor, and she hasn’t bothered to pick them up.
“Wait, your underwear—” you tell her as you pick them off the floor. She’s already on the edge of the classroom, opening up one of the windows to escape. It’s not a suicide jump; only someone with brittle bones could possibly break their legs doing the drop, and there’s really no other choice: run away with her or find yourself at the dean’s office on your first day back after the holidays.
“Keep it if you want.” Hanni shoots you a playful wink and a cheeky grin as she lifts one leg over the open window. “We don’t have much time, so unless you wanna explain yourself to the profs—”
“I’m already in trouble regardless,” you reply as you join her on the way out. You didn’t need to think about what to do. “Got eight missed phone calls from my fam. I’m fucked regardless. Might as well make the most of our time while we’re here.”
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A/N: Happy new year! I never thought I’d write something for NewJeans, but never say never. Hanni was easily the scene stealer for me at the Asia Artist Awards, she and the other members constantly waved at us from beginning to end, and they were killer performers! I can see why she’s so adored; she’s both talented and adorable. It’s been difficult getting back into writing after one month away, so this definitely is a feel-out attempt, but I hope it’s still good anyway. Here’s to the coming year and hopefully more to come. Thanks for reading!
P.S. I sincerely want to take this moment to apologize for my slow production. As previously mentioned, I got hit with a severe case of the flu, which kept me down for almost two weeks. Since recovering, I’ve been experiencing weird cases of brain fog, where sometimes my mind ‘isn’t there’ and it feels like my body’s been moving on autopilot. I’ve been getting healthier since then, but the so-called absentmindedness still remains. I’ve tried writing a few times since then, and it honestly feels like I’ve forgotten how to write. Hell, this fic was supposed to be out on Christmas day and I’ve struggled to put it together! It’s been very rough. I don’t wanna make promises because I’ll just end up breaking them, so I’ll just say that I’m trying my damned hardest to get back to that level I had been moving before my momentum stalled. I always want to deliver the best possible fic for you to enjoy. Thank you so much for being patient with me as always <3
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The Heat
MDNI!🔞
Pairing: Aged¡Up¡Neteyam x Fem¡Omatikaya¡Reader
Synopsis: Reader goes into heat and Neteyam being the good boy he is helps her ofc
Warnings: SMUT, breeding, cussing
A/N: Well guys I couldn’t contain myself from writing a reader in heat fic and y’all wanted Neteyam to be the lucky man so here ya go!🤭 Also sorry it’s taken so long! Hope you enjoy and Happy Valentines Day 💌
W/c: 2.5k
The day started off like usual. You woke up and got ready for the day, fixing your everyday beads into your hair and freshening up with some some oils. You were still living in your parents hut despite their efforts to get you married off, so in turn you had to do the same amount of work they did, maybe even more since they were getting older.
You had a good bit of chores to do today — helping your mother weave a couple more loincloths for your family, helping your little brother practice his English, and the timeliest chore of all, going to the outskirts of the forest to collect yovo fruit.
You’d decided to leave that chore for last, going in the afternoon soon after you’d had lunch with some of your friends. You asked if any of them could go with you to keep you company and help, but they all had their own things to do for today.
And so you started on your way, basket in hand and some supplies to help you with the picking. You figure it shouldn’t take you anymore than about 2-3 hours so you could be back in time to help your mother prepare dinner.
…
You knew you were over halfway there, you recognized a little pond that you’ve mentally noted as a halfway mark whenever you’d had to do this before. There was no sign of any Na’vi out here which was a little nerve racking but you knew how to protect yourself if there was any danger to come, having your bow on your back and knife on your hip.
Then you suddenly felt a sting in your lower stomach. Your ears perked up at the feeling but you kept walking, assuming it would go away.
But then you felt your temperature rise, sweat starting to form on your hairline. Your hands were clammy and you felt a bit dizzy. This made your heart drop because now was not the time to fall ill, though you were confident someone would come find you if you weren’t back by eclipse.
You found a rock and decided to sit on it and try to catch your breath. You were trying not to freak out but you didn’t know what was wrong.
The stinging was getting worse and turned more into a sharp aching, making you wince at the uncomfortableness. Your breath was quickly picking up and your mouth went dry.
You opted to kneel onto the ground, hunching over in pain. And then that’s when you realized — you must be in heat. These were all the tell-tale signs of a heat, which you had never experienced before.
You mentally cursed at the horrible timing. You knew you needed the Tsahik to help you but here you were, stranded in the deep forest.
It was rapidly getting more intense and you were losing all your thoughts. Your brain and body was turning to mush and your pupils dilated, you knew your control and rationality was slipping away.
Trying to find relief, you tugged off your loincloth and jeweled top. It cooled you down for a second, but only for the desperate need to keep spreading more intensely all throughout your body.
You knew what you needed and it was all that consumed your mind. You were no stranger to sex, you’ve had a few men. But this wasn’t about fun, casual sex — you needed to be bred and you felt it deep in your aching womb, as much as you would normally hate to admit that. But now you had no shame and were only focused on getting your sweet release.
…
Neteyam was out on patrol for the day and he didn’t mind this job. It consisted of walking near the borders and all around the uncommon areas in the forest. Usually he ran into no problems, so he didn’t complain about this duty. It was actually quite peaceful as it allowed him to be alone with his thoughts as he was out walking, still on high alert nonetheless.
He was just about to take a break from walking and dip his feet into a little pond he spotted when he smelled something unfamiliar. He didn’t recognize the scent but it was so good. His nose twitched as he tried to follow the sweet smell and then he heard a high pitch whine, like someone was in distress.
All his senses on alert, he carefully followed these distractions. And that was when he saw you.
He stumbled back in shock as he took in the scene before him. You were naked and drenched in sweat, straddling a large rock and grinding mercilessly on it, covering it in your juices and sweat. You were whining so much it looked like you were crying, clearly being tortured. And he recognized you, he knew your name and would see you out occasionally but that was about it.
As he was trying to process what his eyes were seeing, your scent crept up into his nose, even stronger and heavy in the air. Your eyes were screwed shut so you hadn’t noticed him yet until you smelled him—earthy and musky like a man.
Your eyes flashed open and head snapped to find him standing, a small whine escaping your lips.
“Y/n?” He breathed out shakily, as if he couldn’t believe it was you who was really in front of him doing this.
“Neteyam!” You shouted in relief. You were completely gone at this point.
His ears shot up at the sound of his name, though concern filled his eyes at your state.
“I need your help,” you cried, almost sobbing right then.
His eyes looked around still trying to process it all. He realized you were in heat and needed to see the Tsahik so she could give you medicines to ease the pain until it passed. But Eywa, you looked so good. After all he was only a man and had his limits too, even as the golden child. He gathered his thoughts and cleared his throat.
“Y/n, you poor girl,” he said sympathetically, “I’m so sorry this has happened out here. Let me carry you back to the tsahik, okay?”
“Nooo! Can’t wait! I need you to help me, you know what I need!” You whined to him.
He really did feel bad for you, you looked pitiful. And your scent was still continuing to attack his nostrils, getting him high on you.
You weakly crawled over to him and clung onto his leg. “Please!! I’ll do anything! I’m sorry- but please just help me!!” You laid your head tenderly against his calf as your body was slightly shaking and planted a kiss on his leg.
His eyes grew wide at your display of submission and neediness. You were breaking him quickly. He prided himself on his self-control and discipline, having been able to always do the right thing. But you were making him hungry with desire, he wanted nothing more than to indulge in you and give you everything you wanted right now. But what would his or your parents think? He needed to calm you down and get you to someone else before he crumbled completely. He swallowed hard and took a deep breath.
“Sweet girl,” he cooed softly looking down at you, though his eyebrows were scrunched up and jaw was clenching from his own internal war of trying to resist you. “I know it hurts but I can run fast, let me get you to help!” He reasoned and tugged your arms.
“Teyam NO! I need to be fucked right now!” Now you really were crying in desperation.
He finally lost his restraint at your vulgar plead. He crouched down to your level and held your face gently in his hands, seriousness sketched on his face.
“You’re not in your right mind,” he shook his head and you felt a pang of disappoint for a moment, “but I will help you. As you wish” he whispered tenderly.
You were ecstatic that he finally agreed. You nodded your head vigorously and pounced on him, losing your patience. He grunted as you both fell back and you landed on him. You ripped off his loincloth. You were not yourself at all but this wasn’t registering in your brain. You just knew you needed dick, now.
His pretty face looked surprised and taken aback by your straightforwardness but it was quickly replaced by his own desperation to have you.
You grabbed his dick and grinned from ear to ear, you were impressed with his size and couldn’t wait to have him in you. He propped himself on his elbows to watch you. You eagerly positioned him to your entrance, ready to lower yourself.
“Shit baby, just wanna get right to it, huh?” He commented and let out a weak chuckle, though he wasn’t really complaining.
“Mhmm, can’t wait Teyam” you whimpered.
He nodded his head in understanding and placed his hands on your hips to encourage you on. “Go on, sevin” he urged you. He knew you were using him but he didn’t mind and wanted to help you.
You sank down on him, marveling in the sensation. His cock gave the perfect amount of drag on your walls as you went lower and lower until your hips met. Both your jaws were slack and he groaned at the feeling.
“So fucking tight and wet” he grunted, “you’re gonna drive me crazy”
You moaned in response and tightened around him. He didn’t fail to notice you squeezing him after he spoke.
“You like what I’m sayin, huh? You like being talked to?”
“Yes, please!”
“Start riding me, take whatever you need.”
You wasted no time in obliging his request. You sat up and slammed back all the way down, taking all of him once again. You moaned in unison at the sweet friction.
Picking up the pace, you began bouncing on him. You planted your hands onto his chest for stability and he grabbed your wrists to hold them in place.
“F-fuck! Mmmm yeah, you’re doing so good, y/n” he praised you, urging you on.
You were a moaning mess above him, not even able to form words at the moment. His cockhead was hitting your cervix each time and the pleasure was consuming every nerve in your body. It was all you could think about.
You were creaming all over him, it coated his lower stomach and thighs, making unholy noises. You could feel your release approaching and he could feel his too, as his dick began to twitch inside of you.
“Teyam! Gonna- gonna cum!!” You announced to him.
“I know babe I know, do it!! I am too- shit!” He squeezed his eyes shut, his orgasm overtaking his body.
As soon as you felt his seed shooting into you and heard his low whimpers of pleasure, that was all you needed to get to completion too.
“Ahh! Fuck, fuckkkk!” You screamed so loud they could probably hear you back at the village. You convulsed around his length, milking him dry. You rode out your high on him, not even caring that you were overstimulating him as he was writhing on the ground below you.
You slumped onto him after you got what you wanted. Your bodies were sweating and slippery against each other, hearts pounding and panting into each others ears.
After a few seconds, you still felt the aching in your womb wanting more. You rose up to look at him and try to beg for more, hoping he would grant your request.
“You had enough?” He asked. He looked pussy drunk and you loved that it was yours that got him this way.
“No.. need more” you cried shamelessly and harshly sniffed his scent in like it was a drug.
“Okay sweetie,” he began as he secured you in his arms and rose up to his feet effortlessly. Eywa, he was so strong. “Let me fuck you properly. My way.”
He backed you up against a tree, still holding you up with his big, bulky arms. You knew he was muscular of course but you had never been this close to him. You went from barely being acquaintances to getting real close, real fast. It definitely would never be the same after this.
His length was already rock hard again, no doubt because of your strong pheromones suffocating him and putting him under your spell. By Eywa, you were making him an animal too. He wanted to make you cum over and over again, screaming his name.
He grabbed his dick with one hand and slid it across your abused, puffy cunt. He loved the sight and wanted this moment etched in his mind forever.
“So, so pretty y/n. You should’ve let me do this a long time ago. Guess I didn’t catch your eye” he stated jokingly.
“You’re the olo’eyktan’s son.. I figured you’d never have time for someone ordinary like me”
“Ordinary?? You just made me cum embarrassingly soon, I think that’s rather impressive and special” he chuckled. You laughed too. Gah, he was so handsome.
Bringing you out of your daze, he pushed his dick inside you. You were still wet with yours and his release so it glided easily. You instantly let out a long moan at being full of him again.
His ears were peeled back and he was biting his lip to try to suppress his own sounds of satisfaction. He was definitely pussy whipped.
He started his pace and it simply felt like heaven. Your pussy was already more sensitive from previously orgasming so the pleasure was intensified and downright addicting.
You were moaning and whimpering incoherently and he was watching your perfect, round tits bounce like he was in a trance.
“Damnit girl” he gritted through his teeth, struggling to keep any sort of composure “You’re so good. Doing so good for me”
He finally took the opportunity to kiss you on the lips. He was warm and sweet on your tongue, you let him take over your mouth and moaned through the kiss. You wanted to scream from the pleasure but he made you take his kiss.
You were getting near and he could tell by the way you squeezed him. He wanted to cum with you so he started jackhammering up into you, holding onto you so you wouldn’t fall out of his grasp from the aggressive thrusts flinging you about.
“Ohhhh! My Eywa! It’s too much!” You cried out, words broken up slightly from the air getting knocked out of you.
“You can take it! Cmon take it for me, sevin!” he pleaded desperately with you.
You came undone over him and shook violently. The pleasure coursed through every inch of you and you cried out his name over and over again. His name on your pretty lips was more than enough to push him over as well. He let out his load into you and pushed it all the way back to your cervix.
He crashed onto you and you were squished between the tree and his heavy, brawny body. You didn’t mind the squeeze though, you loved how huge he was and how small he made you feel.
He was lowly humming in satisfaction. Weakly, he lifted his head up to look at you, you were so close you were nose-to-nose. Both your expressions were of being fucked out and pure bliss.
His hooded eyes filled with lust searched your eyes. “Another round?”
…………….
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lost in translation | carmen berzatto
you get a job working as a waitress at the bear. if only you knew it would get you here. ─ 3.68k ─ angst and fluff, breakups / fighting, some cursing, reader is younger then carmy.
THE STRANGERS PHASE
The first time you and Carmen met was when Nat and Richie had hired you as part of the Bear staff.
A waitress, and a sweet looking one at that. Younger than him. "You guys finally settled on a candidate?" Carmen asks as Natalie and Richie watch you from the small window in the kitchen.
You sit there for a moment before adjusting the silverware, passing Richie's test almost immediately. "I believe we just did." Nat confirms. Carmen takes a look for himself and swears his heart skips a beat as he watches you for a brief moment before clearing his throat, having to pull himself away. "Okay. Cool." He brushes it off.
He didn't get the chance to meet you right away, not until the night before their soft opening. You'd been through training, getting used to the system at the Bear and getting accompanied with staff. All but one. The head chef and owner, 'Carmy' as everyone called him.
"Hey, you're the new hire, right?" A voice asks as you shut your locker. You jump a bit, as you turn, smiling. "I am." The male nods, holding out his hand. "Sorry about scaring you. I'm Carmen Berzatto, don't think we've had the chance to meet." He introduces.
You accept the handshake, swearing you feel a little spark between you two just from touching him.
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From there, it was like clockwork. You and him would get stuck closing together, and each night you'd dive into a new part of his past. "So, what made you wanna open this place?" You question. He exhales, momentarily pausing his movements of scrubbing the counters before he sniffles. "My brother left it to me after his death."
You pause, staring at him. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have asked-" He laughs. "You couldn't have known. It's okay, really. I actually wanted to work here, or what used to be here, for the longest time by his side but he didn't let me. Never knew why. It was the thing he left me in his will." He gives a more in depth answer.
You nod slowly. "I'm sorry about that, Carm. His death and not letting you work here." You specify as you look at him. "If it's any comfort, I think your brother would be really proud of what you've turned this place into." You say.
He nods, sniffling again. You set your rag back in the soapy water, sighing as you mark off your final station to clean on the clipboard.
"See you tomorrow night?" He asks as you begin walking to the lockers.
You smile. "It's a date, chef." You confirm. He blushes at the idea of you and him being on a date.
───
Carmen swore to himself he'd take you on an actual date. The planning was easy, it was actually asking you that he found to be a challenge.
"So, are you seeing anyone?" He asks, trying to sound as casual as he can the next night when you two are closing, which didn't come for almost a week. Though he was grateful, it also felt like torture having to wait to get you alone.
"No, I'm not actually. Chicago hasn't exactly been my Paris, you know? City of love and all that bullshit." You answer as you stare at the chore list for that night. "Check the mayonnaise labels. Does Nat think our mayo is expired?" You question.
“Nat thinks all of our stuff is expired one way or another. It doesn’t expire ‘till the nineteenth of May.” He grabs out a knife to start chopping the vegetables. “Anyway, Chicago isn’t really known for its romance.” He points out.
"So I've been told." You stare at the menu. "What's a vegetable medley?" You question as you look back up at him, catching him staring at you. He clears his throat and quickly sets the knife down, wiping his hands on a towel. "Uh, it's a bunch of veggies like green and yellow bell peppers, asparagus and squash topped with balsamic vinegar.” He answers.
You nod slowly. “Only you can explain something like that and make it sound so good right now, Carm.” "Did you eat today?" He doesn't hesitate to ask. "Haven't had a chance to. Richie had me running around all day with the new system, but don't worry, I'm gonna make myself something at home."
"No, come on. I'm- You're not driving home hungry like that. It’s a safety risk. Sit." You go to protest before he repeats himself. "Sit."
The entire night was spent with you and Carmen eating his way too fancy dishes and talking. Sharing memories - childhoods, dreams, stories.
He likes to consider it your first date.
You like to consider it the night you fell in love.
───
You weren't sure what you and Carmen were after that night in the kitchen. Or how to even ask. Do you just come right out and say it? Is there a specific way or time to ask? Google provided zero help, so it was up to you to solve this one.
Maybe that’s what was driving you and Carmy apart for the next week: your mind trying to run through how to even approach that with him. It wasn't until he ambushed you at your locker that you were forced to approach the topic with him. "Not talking to you all week has been driving me insane. Are we okay? If dinner was too much.." He lets his voice trail off.
You smile, as you exhale. "Carmen, I loved dinner. I was just unsure of where we stood. Thought I was driving myself crazy trying to figure out if that was a date or not." You admit. He stares at you, nodding slowly. "Let me take you out to an actual dinner. A real date night." He requests.
You nod. "Okay, I'd like that." You barely have another chance to speak before Richie's calling your name. You place a hand on Carmen's shoulder as you pass him, giving him a small smile before you rush to find out what Richie needs you for.
Carmen watches you leave, wishing you'd come back to him.
Carmen had thought of your date night perfectly. A romantic, rooftop dinner overlooking Chicago’s nighttime streets. “You bring all the girls up to your rooftop, Berzatto?” You question as you stare at the cars passing by.
“Only the special ones.” He’d answer with a grin.
You wished he kissed you that night, but he didn’t. Instead he settled for dropping you off at your apartment before leaving. You could tell he wanted to kiss you, too, but he wanted to wait.
"So, you and Carmen?" Sydney asks as you help her open the Bear that morning, cutting vegetables up with her. You sigh, a smile on your face regardless. "How'd you hear about that?" You question in return.
“It’s the Bear. There’s no such thing called secrets when you work here. Everyone knows everything about everyone. Now, you and Carmy?” She asks again as you laugh. “There’s nothing going on between us. He and I got dinner a few times, but I don’t think it’s going anywhere.” You say with a shrug.
She stares at you, noticing the blush in your cheeks. You grin. “Don’t even. Nothing has happened between us.” You reiterate. She laughs, grabbing her bucket of vegetables. "Whatever you say!"
You roll your eyes, turning and staring at Carmen in the doorway. There he goes again, staring at you when you aren't looking. It doesn't slide past you that he has a noticeable sparkle in his eyes.
───
Of course the universe would have it out for you and Carmen to close together that night. As you two stand over the counters, cleaning them down, you decide to ask the question that had been plaguing your mind.
"What are you and I?" You ask, looking up at him for the first time. His scrubbing stops, as he looks back at you. "I want us to be together." He answers honestly, and you're a bit taken back by his honesty.
“You seem like you’ve thought about this.”
“More than you know.” Translation: I’ve thought about you.
You nod slowly as you walk over to the sink, beginning to wash your hands. "I want us to be together, too. I just don't want this to be weird between us because we work together, you know." You voice your concerns as you grab the towel, drying your hands.
You turn, finding him standing behind you. "I don't care if we want us to be together. I want us to give.. us.. a chance." He says, taking your hand in his. You stare at your hands interlocked as you hum. "Carmen."
"Yes?" He asks softly.
"If you don't kiss me right now I might just walk out and not come back." You tease.
He doesn't have to be told twice, and he kisses you like he's been thinking about it. Like he's been needing that. Hands cupping your face, yours finding his waist.
You didn't need much of an answer as to what you and Carmen were after that.
THE LOVERS PHASE
You and Carmen had agreed: the staff didn’t need to know you two were officially dating. If it was important enough to share, sure. But other then that, you two wouldn’t go around publicly announcing it.
Turns out, dating Carmen wasn't much different from being friends with him. Except now you were in the kitchen at two in the morning, slow dancing with him.
It'd started with dinner that night. Him holding you from behind,
Frank Sinatra plays lowly on the radio as he spins you around, with you grinning as you sway with him. “Who taught you to dance, Berzatto?” You question.
“Nat did. Taught me for her wedding. Said if I looked like a fish outta water she’d ban me from the reception.” He answers with a lovesick grin. You laugh, throwing your head back. “Sounds like Nat.”
He smirks. “And who taught you?” He asks in return. You hum as he pulls you closer to his chest, as Sinatra’s ‘The Girl from Ipanema’ plays. “I did. Convinced myself when I was a little girl I'd be like Misty Copeland.” You answer.
He grins. Only two weeks had gone by with him being officially yours, and he was falling in love with you. Maybe that’s why it spilled out as he held you close.
“I love you.” His voice is hushed.
You pulled away only a bit to look at his eyes. Maybe searching to see if they were genuine, if he said what you think he did. "Carmen..." You smile, a laugh coming out. "I love you, too." You repeat it back to him.
"Take the too out. Makes it sound like you're just agreeing." He requests softly, lips brushing barely against yours. You giggle at his plea, but comply anyway. "Carmen, I love you." You say it again, this time it feels more real.
Two weeks in, and you two are in love. If you knew any better, you'd assume you were screwed.
───
"What do you wanna do with your life?" The question startled you as you and Carmen sat on the balcony of your apartment, overlooking downtown Chicago. Buildings illuminating the night sky, car horns blaring every few minutes from the nighttime traffic.
"I wanna open a bar. Maybe go to Los Angeles or New York, just open my own place. You know?" You hold your knees up on the patio chair with you, a cup of tea in hand. "Some dive bar but... fancier. Live music, live entertainment."
He nods slowly, grabbing out his notepad. "Get out of Chicago?" He asks. You laugh. "Pretty much. Don't get me wrong, I love this city. This just.. isn't the plan." You say with a shrug.
"Mm." He says, scribbling something down on the paper. You lean over, staring at it. "What are you drawing, Berzatto?" You question. "Nothin'. It's a surprise, if I show you it now it won't be a surprise." He points out.
You grin as you lean your head back. "Okay. What about you? Is the Bear your final dream?" You question, still looking over at him. He sets the pen down, looking over the skyline. "I don't know. Though until I met you I had all my dreams and goals figured out."
"Don't say it-"
"You're my new dream." He grins, looking over at you. You laugh, rolling your eyes. "That was unbelievably cheesy, Berzatto. I don't know if I can ever look at you the same after that." You tease.
"You don't have to look at me to kiss me." He points out as you roll your eyes, standing up. You give him a quick peck as you open the door, stepping halfway inside. "Don't take too long getting to bed, okay? It's cold out here." You comment.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." He waits until you're fully inside to pull back out the notepad. Sketched on is a logo for a bar, your bar. Your name written in what he imagines is neon lights. 'ANGEL'S BAR'. The way he views you, an angel. His angel.
He hums, standing up and making his way inside, the notepad tucked under his arm. He finds you in the living room, sorting through the mail. “Hey, hey, my old college roommate’s getting married. New York. What a terrifying city.” You laugh as you set the invite down, before his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you down to the bedroom.
───
Carmen had spent so much time in your apartment that it practically felt like his own. So, the idea of asking him to move in wasn’t totally crazy. His clothes were now hung up in your closet, his cologne and cedarwood soap lingered.
Your relationship with Carmen had grown, so much so that you were now spending time with his family. You stood in the kitchen of the Berzatto home. Your first family dinner with them, and it had been more drama filled then a soap opera. Soft music filled the room, cinnamon roll scented candles lit making the house smell like a bakery. Your scarf hung on the staircase banister.
"First official Berzatto dinner. How ya holdin’ up?" Sugar asks as she slides beside you, handing you a glass of wine to match her own. "Oh you know me so well. It's going.. as good as I expected it to be. Are they always this chaotic?" You question.
"Hell yes. The Berzatto family has never been calm, y'know?" She laughs. "But you seem to be fitting in nicely. And this is the first year of us doing one of these that Carmen truly seems happy, I think you're to thank for that."
You grin. "Well, as long as he's smiling." You and her watch him in the living room, chasing down the younger family members, laughing as they tackle him down to the floor.
"Yeah, well, I've seen Carmen with other girls before, and none of them have made him this happy. So, on behalf of the Berzatto family, thanks for bringing us a smiling Carmy." She raises her glass to you as you laugh, lifting yours as well.
Carmen watches as you clink glasses with Nat as he enters the kitchen. "You two doing good in here?" He asks. "Oh, we are doing wonderful. I should go find my husband." Nat says, smiling and walking out of the kitchen.
You sigh, setting your wine glass down behind you on the counter. "Hi." He greets, arms wrapped around your waist. You hum, wrapping yours around his neck. "Hey you." You reply, pressing your lips against his.
“I’m really glad you’re here.” He says quietly after he pulls away, placing his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.
You smile, placing a hand on his cheek. “I’m glad too, Carm.”
───
Arguments in relationships are common. They’re healthy, they bring growth. You and Carmen had a fair share of disagreements but never ones where he called you the name he did tonight: clingy.
“Can you just fucking leave me be for a second?! I don’t need you crowding me and being so- so fucking clingy.” Right in the office of the Bear, as you made sure he understood what was happening with Syd’s plans.
Now here you were, in Nat’s living room. “He probably didn’t mean it, you know?” She asks softly as she pushes some of your hair out of your face, wiping tears that fall down your cheeks. “I think he’s just been so worried about our mom, her issues and the Bear.”
“What if he did mean it though? What if.. What if he was just with me out of convenience or pity?” You voice your worries. She shakes her head. “I have never seen Carmy as happy anywhere else as he is with you. He loves you, Y/n. He wants to be with you, no one else.” She replies.
“You don’t call the people you love clingy.” You point out. She sighs, letting you lay your head on her shoulder. No matter what she said, nothing changed how you felt. Carmen thought you were clingy. Whether subconsciously or not, he thought it.
The thought made your heart ache.
───
You were younger than Carmen, you knew that much from the moment you met him. But it had never been an issue in your relationship, until now it seems. A simple, offhand comment about kids and marriage you had made to Syd. You wanted those things, and you wanted them with Carmy.
That’s what landed you in this position on a cold night, with him sitting on the armchair in front of you and you on the floor, crouched to try and read his eyes. Find any sign that you could get past this.
“We’re just on different paths. I shouldn’t have allowed myself to get this close to you. And I should have stopped myself before I hurt you.” Translation: you’re still young and I can’t hold you back.
He didn’t stay after that. His clothes still hung in your closet, with you on the floor of the living room.
Translation: what now?
THE ENEMIES STAGE
“So, plans for you being in New York?” Diane asks as you and her sit on the rooftop of her apartment building. You sigh, as you lean back on your chair. “Drink a lot. Forget my relationship problems in Chicago and hope for the best.” You answer with a nod.
She rolls her eyes. “Come on. You can’t expect to fix your relationship in different states without talking.” She points out as you look over at her. “When did I hire you as a relationship therapist?” You tease. “Carm and I will be fine.”
You couldn’t find the translation anymore for what “fine” meant.
───
The wedding was gorgeous. Diane looked stunning and her husband was the sweetest man. The sun was setting over Manhattan, as you sat at the open bar perched on the rooftop. Staring at the missed call from a familiar contact: ‘Chef’s Kiss’. Carmy.
Maybe you had asked him for too much. Wanting kids, marriage. He’d give them to you if you asked, you knew that. But the idea of him just putting up with that just to keep you?
You didn’t return his call or any of his texts. Instead, you kept quiet until you returned to Chicago a week later. A box perched on your apartment doorstep with your belongings. Jewelry, shirts you left at his place. All of them except for the scarf that still sat on Donna’s staircase banister.
Maybe he kept it because it smells like you. Or because it reminded him of something pure. The one thing he really knew was now gone, and the scarf was a fragment of that.
───
It didn’t shock any of the staff at the Bear when you turned in your notice and stopped working there. Or when you took the couch you and Carmy used to sit on during late night conversations and moved it eleven hours with you to New York. Along with his hoodies, the one you wanted to keep most because it smelled like him still.
You didn’t delete the videos or photos you had with him. It feels too real if you do.
You stared at the kitchen. Where he used to hold you, scolding you for how you handled knives. The balcony, where he told you that you were his new dream. The living room where he’d kiss you like it was the first time. The bedroom, where some nights, he made you his own, and others he held you while you slept.
The only thing you found in the apartment that was foreign to you? A piece of notepad paper, with “ANGEL’S BAR” drawn on the front. You stuck that in your pocket as you made your way to your car.
It hurts to look at. It hurts to think about him.
Now it’s just you, in your hundred square foot apartment that you share with a roommate now. You manage to delete the playlist of songs that he loved swaying with you to in early mornings in kitchen lights. You learn his favorite melody by heart: stranger, to lovers, to enemies.
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Closing that chapter of your life, you focused more on opening Angel’s Bar. His logo on the front, in downtown New York. Soft piano playing as chatter fills the room, drinks being poured in the corners.
It may have just been Carmen’s luck to find you on opening night, chatting around with the customers as he watched from the window, a familiar red scarf wrapped around his neck to help fight the cold air.
Translation: it reminds him of innocence. It reminds him of the better part of himself, the one you brought out in him.
Carmen learned to take lessons from break-ups pretty early on into his life. The one he got from you?
“Falling in love isn't for the weak. So don't try it at home.” He closes the book that he was given as an assignment for his AA class.
Maybe you were his favorite melody after all.
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Omg please please can you write something about Daryl experiencing accidental stimulation. Like in a situation where he really shouldn’t but something accidentally gets him hard and needy and he’s hoping no one notices but he’s so pent up… UGH🎀
Please ily❤️
ANON THIS HAS ME LITERALLY ROLLING AROUND IN MY FUCKING GRAVE?? TEARING MY WALLS DOWN?? KISS ME RIHJT NOW???
Now I wasn’t exactly sure what kind of situation he would be in where he’s getting riled up in the process but call me Carol the way I can make magic happen (if nobody gets this reference I will lose my shit)
SUBMISSIVE DARYL AND HIS MOMMY KINK MAKING THEIR GRAND GLORIOUS RETURN
READER IS VERY DOMINANT IN THIS IDK WHAT HAPPENED
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If Daryl had a dollar for each time he wished he could feed a walker his brain, he’d be able to buy himself a new one, which he really needed to do.
No amounts of mental or physical begging would shut his thoughts up, not even the group of flesh-eating freaks closing in stopped his thinking.
A familiar heat starts to burn in his stomach, and his fist clench tightly around the handle of his knife, knuckles turning white as he naturally took a few steps back before plunging forward, driving the weapon into a walker’s head and watching it’s body drop. Man, he really wanted that to be him.
“Daryl”
He drove his knife into a rotten skull, yanking it out and not bothering to watch it crumble before he stabbed another, and then another.
“Just like that, D”
Blood splattered across his face when his knife dug into a walker’s hollow eye-socket, dragging the blade out and sending it back into it’s head, this time killing the damn thing. Daryl kicked it’s rotting corspe off him with more force than necessary, watching how it flew into yet another staggering body.
He took a few steps back until his back bumped with Aaron’s, who Daryl completely forgot was with him.
“We’ve got this, yeah? Just keep taking ‘em down” Aaron panted heavily, mace on his left arm raised and ready. “Yeah” Daryl mumbled absent-mindedly, as he stared at the walkers in front of him, not thinking about killing them even as he found his hunter’s knife once again driving home to a walkers skull.
“Oh god, yes… yes just like that babyboy”
Someone kill him, now.
“Daryl?!”
Aaron’s voice ripped him back to earth, back down to reality where he had been subconsciously pushing back against the last few walkers snapping their jaws in his face. When did they even get there? He fully shoved them off and sent his knife into each of their heads, silently sliding it back into the holster amd moving to gather his crossbow and bag.
He purposely ignored his rock-hard cock, and how good the fabric of his jeans felt against it when he crouched down to sling the weapon over his shoulder. Aaron, however, wasn’t letting Daryl off that easily.
“What the hell was that about? You alright man?” There was no anger in his voice, just pure confusion. He stared at Daryl with wide eyes as the man continued to walk. No, he was not alright. How could he be when he was walking home with eight inches of pure arousal between his legs? “M’fine. Jus’ tired s’all” He grumbled, lying through the skin of his teeth as he hid his reddening face behind his hair. He felt like a sex-crazed teenager as he felt his cock twitch in his pants, begging his brain to just shut off.
“C’mon sweetheart give me more”
Aaron only furrowed his brows and turned his gaze forward, already not believing a word out of Daryl’s mouth. Tiredness has never seemed to have an effect on the burly man before, so what was the difference now? “You seem real out of it though, like you’ve got something on your mind” Aaron spoke casually, yet observed Daryl from the corner of his eye. He seemed to be breathing a lot quicker, eyes staring only straight ahead as his hand gripping the crossbow fiddled with it, the other uncomfortably fidgeting with his knife at his side. “Nah. S’nothin’, seriously” He shrugged calmly but Aaron still felt something was off.
His eyes flickered over to Daryl, taking in his whole body and studying the language, from his fidgety hands, to the way he chewed his bottom lip. He ran his eyes down his body once, and then twice.
Well, that could definitely be the problem.
Aaron chuckled quietly to himself, and Daryl snapped his head toward the sound.
“Wha’s so funny?”
“I just- Relationship problems?”
Daryl really wanted to hit him.
“No.” He barked, storming away with a laughing Aaron following after him. “Oh come on! The famous Daryl Dixon fighting the dead with a boner? Times must be real tough” Daryl shoved the cackling man, who only laughed at his friend harder, face beginning to shift between tomato red and a blueish purple. Daryl stood biting the inside of his cheek, feeling his own face burn a hot red out of embarrassment.
It took a few minutes for Aaron to compose himself, wiping tears from his eyes as he took a few deep breaths. “Oh man. So, what’s going on, really?” Daryl huffed, keeping his gaze straight and staying on much higher alert. “Jus’ missin’ my woman. Ain’t seen her since we been out here” His voice was soft as he spoke the words into the air, mind starting to wonder off again at the mention of his lover.
“My sweet boy, do you need me to help you cum?”
He could practically feel your soft hands wrapping around his dick, stroking him slowly before bringing your hand up to squeeze around the head of his cock, the added pressure sending shocks flying through him. The thought of how you’d start to edge him by sucking and firmly stroking his tip, until his back is arching and his hips uncontrollably jerk into your hand as his cum lands on your satisfied face, having gotten exactly what you wanted.
Too bad for him he was only imagining that, blinking a few times before realizing he and Aaron were still walking, only they were just practically down the street from Alexandria when only a few steps ago they were nose deep in the forest.
How they got there? some God willed it, Daryl supposes.
For the first time, he didn’t have enough brain capacity to overthink on it. He had other, better things to think about, like the way he was going to practically melt himself into your body. He wanted nothing more than to fill all five of his senses with you, hands already aching to run across your soft skin, knowing how the blisters and callouses on his palms will leave goosebumps in their wake. Oh, how badly he wanted to flatten his tongue over the smooth pane of your stomach, tasting his way all the way down to your soaked panties, practically rubbing his face in between your legs and groaning at the smell of your dripping cunt.
If Daryl had a dollar for each time he wished he could feed a walker his brain, he’d be able to pay you for honoring him with your presence.
When Abraham announced their arrival in his loud commander voice, Rosita pulled back the heavy gates and slammed them shut once the two men were securely inside. Aaron just shrugged when Rosita gave him a questioning look, watching Daryl speed walk away after hastily handing off the rest of the stuff.
He almost wanted to sprint to the house, keeping his head down and loudly hoping in his head that nobody could see the way his cock strained against the already tight fabric of his jeans. Walking past Carol's house and seeing her reading a book on the porch swing, he quickly waved and swiftly increased his pace. She raised a questioning brow at his back, but shrugged as she reimmersed herself in the chapter.
Daryl threw the front door open, heaving slightly as he slammed it shut and cringed at the way the walls of the house trembled. He kicked his shoes off and dropped his crossbow in the middle of the floor, eyes darting around frantically for any sign of you.
You, who was coming down the stairs from how hard the door slamming rattled the house. You were only halfway down when Daryl latched himself onto you, almost knocking the two of you over. "Well hello there, hunterman!" You laughed breathlessly as he squeezed you in his arms, face buried in your neck as he inhaled the smell of your soap. Oh, he missed you so very badly. He lifted you up, waiting for you to wrap your legs around his waist so he could walk up the rest of the stairs.
He kicked the bedroom door shut behind him, dropping down you down onto the bed and downright moaning when his cock bumped your thigh. His mouth was all over you, kissing and licking the exposed skin of your neck. “God, someone’s eager today” You huffed out when Daryl wrapped his arms around you tightly and sucked on your pulse.
Eager was an understatement, Daryl was straight up desperate for you. He felt so full of sexual frustration it was starting to hurt. “Need ya- Need ya ta fuck me, need it so bad” He gasped out when you pressed your knee to his crotch, oh it felt so fucking good.
“Such a bold request, Dar” You whispered into the air, hooking your legs around Daryl and switching your positions, moving to straddle him. He whimpered softly as you sat on his clothed cock. “You’ve been thinking about me all day haven’t you?” Daryl nodded against the pillow but you shook your head. “Use your words big guy”
“Yes! Been thinking about this- you- all fucking day” Daryl’s hips jerked underneath you, his hands moving to grip your hips when you pinned them above his head, a smal sob coming from. “Y/n please”
You leaned down and kissed his forehead, trailing down to the reddened tip of his nose and stop at his lips. “Is please the best you can do?” Daryl groaned against you, “Dammit woman yer gonna kill me” You pecked a small kiss to his lips, standing up on your knees and toying with the hem of your shirt. “I know, and you’re gonna let me”
You lifted the fabric over your head, and Daryl almost came on the spot at the sight of your bouncy tits, hands practically burning with the desire to fondle and squeeze them. However, he kept them right over his head where you had them pinned, even though he could easily overpower you. He needed you to take complete control of his body.
His eyes remained glued to your chest, especially when you brought your free up to one and pinched a nipple, biting your bottom lip.
Your shirt dangled from your arm, so you moved to tie it around Daryl’s wrists, securing the other end to a bed post. Daryl’s heart pounded as anticipation bubbled in his chest, watching as you played with your own. He nibbled on his lip, watching as one of your hands slid down your stomach past the hem of your delicate panties, a small red pair with a black bow.
He desperately jerked his hips up and you cooed at him. “I bet you’re just so worked up aren’t you?” Daryl almost wanted to cry out of frustration, he so badly wanted to be buried in you wet heat, mind fogging from pleasure. “Yes! Y/n please, please I need ya”
You rolled your hips against him and he threw his head back as the short motion sent electricity through him. “Need me how?” God just kill him now. His vision started to blur with traitorous tears, tugging at his restraints. “Everyhow. Just need ta feel ya around me, on me- fuck- just fuck me please mommy” His hips jerked once more, this time Daryl’s face contorted as an orgasm washed over him, doing little to nothing to provide any sexual relief.
As you stared down at his trembling frame, running a hand up his chest and wiping away the tears on his cheek, you couldn’t help but smile at just how pathetic he was for you. It was adorable.
“My poor baby, you really are pent up. Making such a mess of yourself and I haven’t even had my fun yet” You kissed along the underside of his jaw, unbuttoning his shirt and grinding down against him. He whimpered and groaned, eyes fluttering shut as you devilishly moved your hips. His whole body was on fire, it felt like heaven and hell at the same time, and you were something close of an angel ontop of him. He was so ready to hand you his entire soul, little did he know he already has.
You trailed your lips down his newly exposed chest, leaving a firey path as you kissed and sucked skin. Oddly enough, Daryl didn’t have a lot of chest hair, the pale skin bare and red where you suction your lips. You could feel his soft pleasured sounds vibrating his chest under your touch, feeling his quickened breathing as you moved down to his hard abs, dragging your tongue across them.
Daryl practically moaned at the sight and feeling, cock twitching desperately in his pants as your tongue ran down the start of his happy trail, fingers unbuckling his jeans and unbuttoning them. You took the metal zipper between your teeth and pull it down slowly, staring into Daryl’s eyes as you did. His heart pounded erratically when you placed opened mouth kisses over his clothed cock, the wet fabric sticking to your lips. When Daryl’s hips twitched, you figured he had enough teasing and finally hooked your teeth over the hem of his boxers, pulling them down.
His cock sprung free, and the cold air hitting his glistening tip felt better than it should’ve, even more when you gently blew on it. You followed the action by placing a soft kiss, and then another, before wrapping your lips around him. Daryl’s eyes rolled into his skull as you swirled your tongue and suctioned your lips, practically speeding him off the edge. He shamelessly moaned when you hollowed your cheeks and slid further down his cock, taking as much as you could before it bumped the back of your throat.
You gripped him tightly with one hand, stroking him up and down in time with the bobbing of your head, stopping every so often to suck on his swelling tip. Daryl loudly groaning and whimpered above you, pulling at his restraints as you brought him so close, so fucking close to his orgasm, hips twitching upwards as he tumbled over the edge-
You pulled off him suddenly, and Daryl felt like he had been slapped.
“Wha- Why?- Y/n no please” You straddled him once more, pushing your panties to the side. “Calm down babyboy, I’m right here” You whispered, dragging his cock through your wet folds. He needed to be inside your so badly, when you teasingly popped the tip into your entrance, he just couldn’t stop himself from snapping his hips into you, a broken cry coming from him as his sensitive cock buried so deep inside you. “God- Fuck m’so fuckin’ sorry, feels so fuckin’ good- holy shit you feel so fucking good” Daryl couldn’t even understand himself at this point, head thrown back as he choked on his sobs, so lost in the feeling of you tight around him. He was practically drunk.
You dug your nails into his chest as you rapidly bounced against him, his feet firmly planted against the bed. This was the best he had felt in his whole life, and in his head he was screaming “I love you” with every hard and needy thrust of his hip, sending his cock tip right into your soft sweet spot.
“M’gonna cum- fuck m’gonna cum” You leaned down to kiss your poor babbling mess of a man, moaning against him when you felt his hips impossibly speed up, pounding into you from underneath. “Oh fuck babyboy just like that” Daryl pulled at his restraints, pure fire burning through his whole body as he was so, fucking, close. “Please keep takin’ my cock mommy please- God, m’so fucking in love with you” Daryl loudly whimpered the words into the crook of your neck, his body twitching and tensing as his hips fucked him through his orgasm, cumming deep in your guts as he went limp against you.
You both breathed heavily, running a hand through Daryl’s sweaty hair as his body continued buzzing, mind blissfully fuzzy and quiet. When he felt his hands be released, he immediately dropped them down to your tits, kissing and sucking on your neck as he groped the soft flesh, rolling your nipples between his fingers. “I love ya” He whispered as his lips moved along your jawline. You giggled, grabbing a fist full of his hair and tugging his head back to look at you. “I know, you already told me”
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I could tell them where you were that night
part 3 to I gave so many signs
summary: They shouldn't. They really shouldn't...But they did.
warning: present + flashbacks, mature content, cheating, self pleasure, alcohol and smoking, typos
song fic (disclaimer: rights belong to the respectable owners)
The Alibi - Dylan
delicate - Taylor Swift
But if there was a crime
If there was a body, if there was a knife
If you told a real good, real bad lie
I'd be standing by your side
Both of them knew this was not going to end well. This screamed "bad idea" on all levels. He should have just turned and run back home. She should have gone straight back to the bar as soon as she saw his unmistakable figure. There was no one to diffuse the tension, all of her friends were back upstairs ordering another drink. Nobody to play pretend to.
"So you're a smoker now," Charles said with a hint of disgust. She'd cursed herself for ever picking up the habit. He had never made her nervous back in the day, maybe she was cashing it in all now retroactively. Stood there like a lamb waiting for someone else to decide her destiny. Totally at his mercy and he had no idea.
"Yeah, for a moment I was. Now just these," she pointed to the latest trendy vape in her hand, which Charles mistook for a cigarette.
"Ah. Cool."
"Not really," she said and inhaled extra large dose of fruity smoke just to breathe it in his face. The regular rules of proximity didn't seem to apply to to them. If he had been standing closer to her, he'd have to be touching her.
"So, you're a runner now?" she took the opportunity she looked him up and down, trying not to let her imagination run too wild.
"Always was."
"No, you were not," she laughed genuinely. "What are you trying to play at here?" She was right. Charles picked up running with his first real girlfriend. "And what a bizarre thing anyway - to go for a run after a night out," she pointed out and he smirked, as both of them knew she got him with that.
"I should not be seen with you for long. Doubt that you'd pass as a fan."
It felt like an invitation from him, but she was well aware that he was not inviting her to his home. There was a strange spark in his face, as if he dared her to ask him to come over. Like a shameless devil testing her self control.
"I'll take a cab and you can run over to my place. Let's see who'll get there first," she dared him back.
If there was a way
That someone at the scene had saw your face
I could tell 'em where you were that night
You were standing by my side
"You should have told me that you parents were home!" he whispered angrily, as they snuck in like they used to back in the day. Funny how it worked like magic and Charles felt as if he just turned nineteen, terrified of running into Y/N's angry mom.
"What? It's not like your place is empty, correct?" she shot arrows at him without waiting for an answer. Shot of guilt went thought Charles and he decided chased that by lying to himself, thinking that this was just a casual catch up with an old friend.
We can't make
Any promises now, can we, babe?
But you can make me a drink
Charles waited on the balcony adjacent to her old high school bedroom, that remained untouched for years, serving as a perfect door for nostalgia, while she made their favorite Moscow mule. He had tasted many of those since they last saw each other. None of those tasted so intoxicating like this one.
"So, big racer boy. Always wondered. Which out of the cities you go to is the most fun?"
"Define fun. I'm sure your taste has evolved over the years."
Yes, it had. No longer was she blind towards the god like man sitting across from her.
"Ok, where did you fuck the most girls?"
"Monaco," he smirked at her. He realized he enjoyed teasing her. No longer was he the shy love stuck puppy dancing as she demanded. "You became quite forward, huh? I remember you avoiding these subjects," he followed up, testing the waters.
She gave him a long look, before letting a loud sigh out: "Charlie, it's been years. People change. Mature. Gain experience..."
"And then come back to where they started, huh?"
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it chill that you're in my head?
'Cause I know that it's delicate
He leaned a little too close for an old time friend. Slowly, he touched her hand and waited for her to stop him. When she didn't, he tangled his fingers with hers. No longer were they soft baby hands, but adult fingers with tender touch.
"I missed you," he said quietly. Old habit kicked in and she avoided his eye contact. But this time, he put his hand on her cheek and turned her face towards him, so that she couldn't just dismiss it, like she had so many times back then.
"I missed you too."
There was an urgency and a vulnerability that he had never heard from her before. It was addicting and intoxicating. He carefully closed the gap between them and their lips brushed so lightly that one could still pass it as friendly touch, if they really really wanted to. But with every second they kept their lips like that, the gap of morally safe evening kept closing inevitably. They stayed like that for just a few seconds, both of them waiting to see if the other one pulls away. Until finally, her lips moved slightly and then there really was no way back.
Charles forgot that there ever was anyone else in his life and kissed her slowly. She took his bottom lip in and let her tongue lick it, breaking the soft kiss with urgency only years of daydreaming can bring.
Do the girls back home touch you like I do?
Long night with your hands up in my hair
Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs
Stay here, honey, I don't wanna share
This was bad. Ugly, disrespectful and not something a friend would do. Charles was locked in room again having the luxury to spend few weeks in a sunny Monte Carlo. But sunny days at home also meant that he and Y/N were spending a lot of time together. Charles knew he was head-over-heels for this girl, but kept himself at bay.
But these thoughts he was having were a little too much. Inappropriate. Made him feel dirty and shameful. He was just a teenage boy and he just came back from a beach day with his crush. It was impossible to focus on anything, he was suppose be studying for his exam, exploring race strategies, anything! He could have been a good son and helped his mom out. But no, instead he was pacing around his room, desperately trying to block all the images that got burned to his memory under that day's bright sunlight.
Why did he even suggest a beach day - and why would she ever agree to that. Stupid idea. Charles was mad at himself for being so stereotypically teenage.
For a split second, he stopped with the self-shame and allowed himself to recall this afternoon. Perfect Monaco sunlight hitting Y/N lightly tanned skin, her hair falling out of her messy bun, just begging for him to tuck it behind her ear. This was all still pretty innocent. But then there were the shoulders. The collarbone leading way towards her boobs, covered by a piece of bathing suite fabric, that pushed her cleavage up just a little bit, but it felt like a weapon designer specifically to destroy him. He had to stop himself from looking. When that proved impossible, he opted for looking only when he had his sunglasses on. If only he could take his hand and lightly brush over her nipples, which he couldn't forget about since the Moscow mule night. And then if only he could squeeze her boobs while tracing the line of her waste and over to her ass, also barely covered by a bathing suite. If only he was brave enough to do so, to make his wildest dreams come true and to confess his feelings. To have her come over to his place, look him suggestively in the eye, lick her lips and take him in her pretty little mouth. It didn't matter that she was slightly younger, in his fantasy she was the more experienced one, the one to guide him, instruct him and tell him what she likes. And once he learned, he would make her moan like nobody before, because he would adapt himself to any style she'd want.
The visuals of a daydream extension of their today's hang out crept in, and there she was, taking her bra off and inviting him to join her in the water. Free, happy and heavenly hot.
By some miracle he managed to avoid having a boner in her company. What he didn't manage was to stop stroking himself while drowning in the thoughts about her and her body, no matter how shameful it was for him. The best orgasm of his life yet had his hands covered with his cum and his head with clouded with growing, never-stoping need for a touch from his crush.
It was a different man kissing Y/N than the boy who had imagined it more times that he would ever admit. Yet still, he was getting to live out his ultimate fantasy, one that he almost forgot he had, until all the desire rushed back in and screamed so loudly he couldn't hear anything else. And the best thing? The best thing was that she was responding enthusiastically, felt as if she was hungry for something only he could have. He was a different man now, experienced, understood the spectrums of what touch could offer. The confidence radiated from him and it was Y/N who was now who danced way over the line of self control. It was her, who drank so much cheap wine in the form of men bad at sex, that she could finally appreciate the Montrachet Chardonnay she overlooked the first time around.
"We should get inside, mon cheri," he whispered into her lips. She understood why and did not want to hear him say it. Because in his silence, she could insert any thought and that was probably better than the hard truth - they were too exposed on her balcony. She nodded and slowly opened her eyes. Even with the dim lights she saw the tender spark in the most captivating shade of blue the world can offer.
Oh damn, never seen that color blue
Just think of the fun things we could do
He pressed her to the door frame while devouring her lips. Lines have been crossed and the room was filled with unresolved sexual tension. Charles wanted her - naked and moaning in pleasure. She pulled his hair while they made out and each pull was like gasoline to the fire of his desire.
He traced her side with his cheeky finger and then slipped his hand under her t-shirt only to trace the line of her bra and then swiftly cupping her breast.
"So you're wearing bras now," he let slip out of his mouth, already fucking her in his thoughts. His comment sparked a distant memory of an evening long gone by now. She was shivering his touch and wanted more and more.
"Yeah...but now you're not gonna have to touch yourself alone or secretely," she said, hoping he actually had done that in the past, trying to tease him once more, while grabbing the hem of his belt and pulling him even closer.
It worked. He was hard as a rock. He pressed his cock against her and started kissing her neck. She wondered if he understood the cocktail of pleasure and arousal he was preparing for her and felt even a bit shameful to crumble so easily. He felt her cave into his embrace as soon as he touched her neck and made a mental note, so come back to this spot once he was inside her. He thought about her devilish finger making her way to his cock slowly, just painfully slowly. She was teasing him and while he was loving that, he couldn't wait a second longer. He grabbed her hand pushed right onto his erection, which cause her letting out a surprised gasp.
"I'm gonna fuck you, Y/N. Say yes if you want me to," he whispered into her neck.
Not much second guessing went into her reply.
"Yes," she moaned out, causing shivers on his neck.
"Really?" he said, unhooking her bra. She smiled. This was no shy unsure Charlie. This was a confident man with intension to make her feel good.
"Yes..."
With that, he pulled away to help her get her t-shirt off and get rid of the cursed bra. Finally, he could stare as much as he wanted to.
He fucked her like there was no tomorrow. For them there really wasn't a tomorrow, because technically, there wasn't suppose to be a tonight. It was to stay as a blank page, moans written in an invisible ink, for no one but them to read.
Morning would bring trouble, reason would wake up and start ordering around. As long as the sun wasn't watching, they were safe, hidden in each other and wrapped by desire.
Sometimes when I look into your eyes
I pretend you're mine all the damn time
part 4
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Betrayed
Umji x M! Reader
Non-con! Drug use! Humiliation! Free use! Gangbang!
4.0k words
This story might be messy since it is my first time writing gangbang that involves many people. However, idc just enjoy XD
Umji was naked on her knees licking the bowl of cum. A bunch of guys are naked and content to watch her shamelessly drink the cum they just shot in the bowl. They were old, young, fat, and all were content to abuse this slut.
Why did Umji end up like this? Then we have to start with her trash boyfriend.
Her boyfriend was met on the internet, and they were very affectionate when they started dating. At that time, she didn't know what kind of person her boyfriend was, and Umji had sex with her boyfriend several times. Her boyfriend is so amazed by Umji's skills in bed, her skills almost got him to heaven.
As the months passed, he became addicted to gambling. At first he won a lot of money from gambling, and he used the money to take her on several sweet trips. Umji wondered why he had so much money. But he only casually said that his investment has made money. So she choose to trust his boyfriend.
But extremes lead to opposites, after winning so many times, you will eventually lose. He started losing money, and he bets bigger and bigger. In the end, he lost all his savings. In the beginning, he borrowed money from her to turn around, but he still took that money to gamble and lost it in the casino. After that, he still wanted to borrow money from her again, so she stopped lending to him because Umji didn't have more money to continue lending to him. He pitifully begged Umji to lend him one more time. Umji ended up relented and lent it to him. For sure, the ending is still the same. The people in the casino saw that he had lost so much money, so they came to him and said that the casino could lend him money to make up for it. He agreed and borrowed 2 million at once, but he lost it all. They gave him 1 month to repay the debt, but it is conceivable that he has no ability to repay. A month later, he couldn't pay it back, so he was taken to the casino director.
The president of the casino was named Ken Park. He was very angry because he couldn't repay the debt on time. Ken signaled that his men were going to lynch him. Several people grabbed him to keep him in place and pressed his hand on the table, while another took a knife and was ready to chop off his hand, warning him of the consequences of not repaying the debt. As the knife got closer and closer to his hand, he thought of a shameless way to pay back the money. He hurriedly yelled that he had a way to pay the debt, and everyone laughed at him and stopped their move. Ken felt that he was just bluffing and signaled his men to continue. But he panicked and begged him to listen to his method once, and he nodded and asked him to say what is his way to repay. He says he has a girlfriend and is very beautiful. Ken was immediately interested when he heard about the woman. He motioned him to continue. Her boyfriend said that his girlfriend is very hot and very good in bed. He had cum inside her a few times and he can't satisfy her. He decided to betray Umji for his own sake. He sells her to the casino to cover his debt. He also showed them her photos, and they all felt that what he said was right, so they drew up a contract. The contract clearly states that Umji will be sold to Party A, which is the casino, and Party B, Umji's boyfriend, cannot ask about Umji's situation. Since then, Party B has not owed Party A any money. After the two parties sign the contract, he just needs to bring Umji to the casino for them. Just when he was trying to figure out how to bring her to the casino, one of the men took out a bottle of medicine. The medicine is chloroform he can use this medicine to make her faint and bring it here easily. He took the medicine and left the casino. Everyone in the casino is looking forward to Umji's arrival.
A few days later, he asked Umji to go out together. It just happened to be the one-year anniversary of their relationship recently. So Umji dressed up carefully and chose a black sleeveless cropped halter top for an unforgettable anniversary with her boyfriend.
When he saw her wearing this outfit, he immediately felt remorse, because she valued their relationship so much, but he betrayed Umji. But the contract has been signed, and it must be carried out no matter what. They started hanging around until they got near the casino. He knew it was time and he poured a little chloroform on a hand towel. When Umji couldn't see her boyfriend around, she turned her head unconsciously. She turned around and saw a piece of cloth coming towards her, but it was too late when she realized it, and she passed out soon after inhaling chloroform. He walked into the casino and communicated with several people. Those people came out and brought Umji who had fainted into the casino room.
After a while, she wakes up dazedly but still a bit fuzzy. She saw that the surroundings were a bit different, so she tried to regain her consciousness to see clearly. After waking up, she looked around and found that the people around her were people she didn't know. She felt very scared and asked who they were. Ken came forward and said that there was one of the small rooms in the casino. As for why Umji is here, he said with a wicked smile that her boyfriend sold herself to the casino to pay off his debts. From her boyfriend came into the casino, until he sold Umji to pay off the debt, Ken told her in detail. She can't believe that she was betrayed by her love. She was very angry and curiously asked how would they treat her. He told Umji happily that of course, she would use her body to repay her boyfriend's debt, and also introduced her to the other three who will enjoy her together later. The first one is his father Jun Park who looks a bit old but stronger than him. The remaining two are casino partners, Kim who is fat and the other is a foreigner named George who is very handsome.
Umji wanted to escape from this place, so she got up and ran towards the door, but was blocked by his men. He advised her not to overestimate her strength, she couldn't escape here. For Umji to settle down, Ken took out a syringe he put aphrodisiac into it and injected it into her body to punish her for not obediently obeying. Soon the drug kicked in and Umji switched from a feeling of fear to horny. They saw that Umji's face became more and more horny, which proved that the medicine had worked. Ken shackled a choker collar around Umji's neck and hung a chain from it so that she could behave like a pet. After a while, Umji was stripped naked by him.
Ken instructs her to lie on all fours. Due to the effect of the aphrodisiac, She obediently lay down on the ground. He told her to crawl slowly towards his father. She followed the instructions and started crawling toward Jun Park as instructed. She kept shaking her ass as she crawled, and her modest boobs kept shaking with her movements. Ken followed her pace with the chain, and he became more and more excited. Soon she crawled in front of Jun. Without any instructions, Umji spontaneously took off his pants and started playing with his cock. Even though he looked old, his cock was thick too. He is satisfied when her little hands played with his thick cock. He then put his fingers into her mouth and played with her tongue. Her tongue also kept licking his finger with the movement of his finger. Her mouth could not be fully closed when his fingers were in her mouth. She began to drool slowly and profusely. She drools so much that it drips onto the carpet. He took his fingers out of her mouth and smelled his fingers full of her drool. Her saliva smelled so good to him and he started licking his fingers. After tasting her saliva, he teased her pink nipple with his drool-filled fingers. Her nipples were teased hard by his wet fingers. She enjoyed the teasing from him, and her mouth fell open. He see her mouth was wide open so he shoved his cock into her mouth. She was intimidated by the intruding cock, but she quickly got used to it and helped him to blow it too. She blowjobs him until she makes obscene moans. He felt an orgasm soon after he hadn't cum for so long. He pressed hard on her head so that all his cum could be shot into her mouth well. Jun lets out a loud moan when he cum, but his cum was not much due to his age. Even so, he is also very satisfied.
When Ken saw this slutty Umji, he immediately felt that it was a prize to get her. He has already stripped naked. He watches Umji blowjob his daddy has made him erect so hard. So he rams his cock from behind into her soaking wet pussy without any foreplay. He is now doggy-fucking her. A medium cock is no longer enough for her, so when she gets fuck, she doesn't feel any satisfaction at all. It was very embarrassing for him to watch her not making any sound. Although his cock is not very big, he at least satisfied the girls he had fucked before, but her reaction this time made him very angry. He can't accept the fact that she doesn't moan when he is fucking her, so he spanked her ass. Umji finally let out a small moan. He heard her small moan, so he spanked her ass several times more aggressively to let her moan louder. Her butt can clearly see the palm prints. He said to Umji: "You bitch, a bitch is only obedient if you are beaten." He also started pulling the chain in his hand, making Umji's head fall back like a bitch. The louder she moans, the faster he fucks. He cums in her pussy shortly. Her soaked pussy can see his cum flowing out slowly.
Then, it was the time for the partners' turn. Suddenly, she climbed onto the table by herself. Everyone wondered what she was doing. She lay on the table and spread her legs to show her shaved pussy. She masturbation in public. Umji touched her clitoris slowly. After that, she inserted the fingers of her right hand into her own pussy. One finger was not enough for her, so she started to put the second finger in. By the end, she had put three fingers in her pussy. She then put a finger of her left hand in her mouth and sucked like a cock. She stop sucking when she think her finger is wet enough so she moved her wet fingers to her tits. She fingered herself while touching her own tits, making her feel like she was going to cum. She moaned so loud while she is fucking herself. It wasn't long before Umji got her first squirt. Umji's squirting is as much as the dog is pissing. After squirting, she lay on the table and twitched. Everyone was enjoyed to see that bitch's masturbation show was really good.
The partners couldn't bear it any longer, they were already naked and waiting for their turn. But Kim couldn't wait to rush to her pussy which just had squirt, greedily licking her squirt, and drinking her squirt like mineral water. She was licked and yelled but it was useless because the more she said no, Kim wanted it even more. His mouth was full of the stinky smell of her juice now, and he kissed her with the taste, letting her know how delicious her juice was to him. Two of them exchanged saliva, and their tongues kept licking each other's lips. When he stopped, her saliva remained in his mouth, and he licked the saliva very greedily. His cock was fully erect, but his fully erect cock wasn't half of Ken's. He rammed her soaked pussy anyway. She had absolutely no idea that he was already fucking her. Umji moaned too because his fat belly kept bumping against her. Since Kim couldn't hold back his excitement, he took his cock out and cum all over her belly. He also kindly spread his semen evenly on her body with his hands, making Umji's body look like it was glowing.
Umji didn't feel any excitement in this round at all, she moaned only because of being hit by his belly. Suddenly, someone shoves a dildo into her mouth. She looked over carefully and found that it was Geroge who had endured for a long time. Although she was stuffed with a dildo, she was also observing him carefully. She was very surprised that his cock was so long and big. He got a little annoyed at being watched by her, so he drove that dildo as fast as he could and fucked her mouth. He pulled the chain around Umji's neck and let her off the table. He grabs her leg to mid-air and stuffed his cock into her pussy. His cock was only halfway in and she was already moaning and her eyes were teary. It seems that even slutty Umji can't stand the big dick of a foreigner. He doesn't care about it, because it's rare to be able to fuck such a flirtatious bitch. Of course, she must be satisfied. He managed to stuff his whole cock into her pussy, and he also felt that her pussy made him feel better than ever. Umji now has the fastest electric dildo in her mouth making her mouth slobber; her pussy was fucked by the biggest cock in the room. After having sex with so many people, this cock almost made her feel like she was going to die for the first time. His cock made her feel like she was going to cum in heaven, she was already rolling her eyes. He wants to hear her horny moans so he takes the dildo out of her mouth and fuck her in a train bento position so his cock can go deeper. She yelled no the first time but after she got used to it, she kept begging him to keep fucking her. Umji is sweating profusely after so much sex, but Geroge doesn't feel any dirty and fucking Umji while licking her sweat.
Umji also finally ushered in a second orgasm. He puts her down and she is on her knees with her mouth open waiting for his big cock. The foreigner pushes his cock into her mouth until it reaches her throat. She can barely breathe from the big cock. Her hand also started stroking his cock. The first half of his cock was in her mouth, while the second half of his cock was stroked by her hand. Umji is also playing with his balls. He feels that having sex with her is completely different from the previous ones. Umji is totally a slut who should be fucked like a bitch. She is also adapted to his dick so she has no discomfort at all. She also automatically started licking his dick, from the head to the balls, and from the balls to the head. This lick made him moan with great satisfaction. The foreigner was about to cum and the foreigner took over and fondled his cock back and shot his cum all over her face. She was very surprised by the amount of his semen, and then he took a cloth and wiped her face. She thought she could finally rest after being fucked in turns, but no…
Jun and Kim were upset about why he can fuck Umji for so long. So Jun walked up to her and make her straddle his cock. Kim knew he take a step slower so he simply played with her body. He puts his cock between her tits so he was able to use her tits to satisfy himself. Jun was surprised that she got fucked so many times, but her pussy was still able to suck his cock tightly. Kim played with Umji's tits with his fat hands and manipulated her tits to make himself orgasm. Kim keep fucking her tits and it caused her to move up and down more, which in turn affected the speed of the thrusting. Both had just ejaculated, but her skills was so good, they both cum almost at the same time. Kim cums on Umji's tits, Jun creampied Umji. He felt his hot cum inside Umji. It also immediately made him feel that he was much younger than now so he could cum twice a day.
Ken felt that he shouldn't let Umji rest so quickly after watching so many have sex with her. He lubes his finger this time and inserts it in Umji's asshole. He felt Umji's asshole was wet enough and stuck his dick in Umji's asshole. Umji felt his cock had inserted into her asshole, and immediately begged him to let her go, but he didn't care how Umji begged for mercy. He just wanted to see her begging helplessly and he can enjoy fucking her asshole. She screamed so loudly that the whole room echoed her screams because it was her ass being fucked for the first time. Geroge was tired of hearing her moaning, he put his cock into her mouth again. The two of them fucked her perfectly in tandem. Her voice is much softer. Ken feels excited so he presses her head hard so she can swallow Geroge's cock deeper. He also took the opportunity to speed up and spanked her to teach this cumdump a lesson. He cums in Umji's ass this time, and he is excited to see his cum flowing out from the asshole. He again spanked her ass a few more times to see how much semen could her asshole oozes out.
After Ken was done, he gave instructions to his subordinates. After hearing this, all his subordinates followed the instructions of him and prepared. George takes his cock out of her mouth after Ken was done fucking her. It's his turn now to fuck her pussy. She was almost numb from being fucked so many times, but his cock thrust in and she perked up again. He fucks her in a missionary position and grabs her hands. The constant thrusting made him start sweating. The sweat dripped down her face. She is already overwhelmed with lust. She opens her mouth to accept his sweat. He saw her open her mouth so he spit into her mouth. Umji swallowed his saliva without disgust. After swallowing, she greedily asked for his saliva more. His saliva is like nectar to Umji. The foreigner grabs her tits to push himself deeper. Her third orgasm of the day is coming soon, and he senses that Umji is about to cum, so he grabs her waist so he can speed up his thrusting. Soon, she squirted so many even though this was her third time. He thinks bitches are meant to be creampied so she gets creampied again. Then he lets Umji lick off his cumed cock.
Just when she thought that everything was over, Ken brought a group of people in. Those men were ordered by him to only masturbate to her and cum on any part of Umji but not to have any thrusting behavior. Once he found out that someone wanted to fuck her, they had to disappear from this world forever. Although the subordinates are dissatisfied, it is better than nothing. The men started masturbating to her, who was tired but with a horny expression. All the men started insulting Umji. "Smelly bitch!!! Bitch!!! You are a sex doll!!! You were born to be fucked !!!" The group of men scolded harder and harder. After a while, the men think it was time and everyone started to cum. They cum on her face, her legs, her tits, and her stomach. They seeing the semen all over Umji's body made them lament that their work was like art. They wanted to masturbate to her again, but this time Ken thought of a more disgusting method. He ordered his men to start masturbating. After a while, his men feel that they want to cum so he took out a bowl and asked them to shoot in it. Everyone takes turns queuing up to shoot in the bowl. The semen of all the people just made up a bowl. He signaled his men to leave the room. All the subordinates left according to the instructions.
Ken took the bowl of semen and placed it beside her. "Bitch, are you thirsty? It's time to drink water." The aphrodisiac in Umji's body has expired, but Umji has been trained to be their sex slave. Umji has no shame in getting up and kneeling on the ground naked licking the bowl of cum.
A bunch of guys are naked and content to watch Umji shamelessly drinking the cum they just cum in the bowl. She happily licked the bowl clean. Ken hung the chain around her neck on the bars to prevent her from escaping although she has no desire to escape.
The casino has made a lot of money with Umji. Whenever the VIP loses a certain amount of money, they can ask the staff to bring her out and let these VIPs who have lost money vent their anger on her with their dicks. Some VIPs come here just to fuck her, and some even feel that they are not satisfied fucking her alone, so they will ask the dealers in the same place to fuck Umji together. She has now become a casino moneymaker and VIP sex doll. Ken is making tons of money for the casino. she is fucked so numb, she seems to have forgotten why she had become to this point in the first place.,
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Think I’ll Keep You
Bo Sinclair x Reader
Word Count: 2.5k
Summary: You and your friends end up in a tiny town called Ambrose, and you think the gas station attendant Bo is possibly the hottest guy alive. He seems to think the same about you.
Warnings: 18+, Suggestive, Canon typical violence, DubCon, She/Her pronouns used ( Bo refers to reader as “girl” once, the rest is gn)
“There’s a little gas station up around the bend there. Bo should have a fan belt.”
You nodded, turning to your best friend, Stacy, and her boyfriend, Michael. Your other two friends decided to stay back with the car where the road was washed out. You were all a little sketched out by the guy who had given you directions, his clothes and skin covered in dirt, a knife sticking from his belt, and the pungent smell of roadkill absolutely radiating off of his every pore.
The walk to the gas station was relatively short. The first impression you had of the town was tiny and grimey. If this is where that guy was from, his appearance made more sense to you now. Stacy bumped your shoulder as you approached the gas station door, rubbing her own arm with a scrunched up look on her face. “Maybe that guy was lying… I’m not sure listening to someone who had hooves hanging from his rear view mirror was a good idea.”
You shrugged it off, trying not to let her anxiety rub off on you. “As long as we stay together, we should be fine.” You reassure her, pushing the creaky door open. Michael made a noise to agree with you. He was a man of few words, which is why he wasn’t particularly your favorite person ever.
“Hello?” You called out, sounding quieter than you had originally intended. The gas station looked a little bit less decrepit than the rest of the town, but still had its fair share of dust and grime. You could hear faint music playing from somewhere deeper inside the building, and from the sound of it, it seemed like something you’d recognize.
Stacy held onto Michael’s arm while they both followed you. Your steps were hesitant as you made your way back towards the door to the garage. The glass on the door was covered in dirt, making it impossible to look through. Was everything in Ambrose caked in mud? You tried the knob, and thankfully, the door was unlocked. A song you knew, Falling Away From Me by Korn, was blasting from a small stereo on a shelf, which was almost completely blocked by the open hood of a truck.
Blue coverall covered legs and black boots stuck out from under the truck, and obviously the man, hopefully the guy named Bo, didn’t hear your entrance. You felt bad for barging in, so instead of saying something, you knocked loudly on the door, hoping this would be a less intrusive way of getting his attention. A pair of greasy hands gripped the bumper, pulling the man out from under the truck. He wore coveralls covered with spots of grease and dirt. His hands and fingernails were stained, forehead covered in sweat and muck. The hat on his head looked like it was about to fall off, and his hair stuck to his head in tendrils. He stood, walking casually to the radio to turn down the music.
Even though he looked like he could use a nice hot (and EXTREMELY soapy) shower, you were in awe of how attractive he was. Thick eyebrows, pretty brown eyes, nice lips and great cheekbones, chiseled jawline set upon a veiny neck with a pronounced Adam's apple. Safe to say you were flustered. You stared at him like an idiot, even after he spoke to you in a deep, silky smooth southern accent, “What can I do for you folks?”
After a few moments of silence, he seemed to get a little aggravated at your silence. “Listen, I’m sorta busy, is there somethin’ I can do for y’all?”
Stacy was the one to speak up. “I’m sorry, sir. Are you Bo? We need uh…a fan belt? Our car broke down back there…where the roads washed out.”
Bo nodded. “What size d’ya need?” As he spoke, you noticed his eyes were fixed on you, despite you being silent.
Stacy looked up at Michael, clueless. He interjected, “15 inches.”
You watched his muscular figure walk as he inspected the wall, presumably housing all his fan belts. He grabbed onto one, holding the packaging closer to his face. “Shoot… looks like I only got a 17 or 22.”
“Dammit.” Michael groaned, rubbing his face in frustration. “Is there another gas station nearby?”
“Only one in town.” He shrugged. “But uh… I don’t keep everythin’ here. It’s a pretty small building, so I keep some shipments up at my house. We could go up there and check for a 15 inch.”
Michael nodded quickly, “That would be great! Thank you.” But Stacy didn’t seem like she was on board. She grabbed Michael’s bicep, making him look down at her. She said quietly, “Should we really follow him to his house? I have a bad feeling about this….”
Bo chuckled, and oh my god you could faint, grabbing a yellow rag from his work bench to wipe his large, veiny hands off. “Makes no difference to me, but you folks can either take a 17 inch fan belt or come with me up to the house.” He shoots you a lopsided smile, before so blatantly checking you out, making your cheeks turn red.
You and Stacy both looked up at Michael, her pleading with him to just take a different size fan belt and get the hell out of here, and you pleading for him to let you follow the dreamy stranger. “A…wrong size might hurt the car, right…?” You reasoned, even though you knew jack shit about cars.
Michael sighed, “Stace, it’ll be okay. If all three of us go, we’ll be fine.” He kissed her temple. Bo tossed the rag down and turned the radio off, walking over to the garage door and pulling it up. He did it with such ease, you were convinced he was strong. Okay, you needed to chill. You’d seen the man for five minutes and were practically drooling over him.
He led you guys out of the gas station and onto a dirt path covered in loose gravel, which was slightly uphill. The sun was setting now, finally giving you a break from the oppressive summer sun of Louisiana. You wore a black tank top and a pair of burgundy colored cut off shorts, with a pair of plain black high tops. Even with the somewhat revealing outfit, you could feel how sweaty you’d become after walking around for so long, and you didn’t know how he worked in an unairconditioned garage all day long. As you all walked, you found yourself walking closer to him, splitting you into two groups. You and Bo walking in a pair up front, then Michael and Stacy trailing close behind you.
“So what’s a pretty girl like you doin’ all the way down here?” Bo asked you, taking his hat off and wiping some sweat away from his brow as he asked.
You smiled, holding back a pathetic childish giggle. “We’re visiting some other friends who live down in Florida.”
“Florida? Where are y’all from?”
“I’m going to school in Oregon, but Michael goes to school in Austin. So we decided to make a road trip out of it and pick everyone up on the way.” You shoved your hands in your pockets as you spoke.
“Seems unfair to you. You had to drive aaaaall the way here from Oregon? And your friend there just had to come from Texas?” He clicked his tongue.
“I would’ve taken a flight, but Stacy’s on the way.” You shrugged. You didn’t really mind the extra distance, driving with Stacy was fun, as you hadn’t really seen each other with how busy you’d been all year.
“So…this town wasn’t even on the GPS or anything… we had to have some guy tell us how to find you.” You laughed a little, recalling your awkward encounter with the roadkill guy.
“Sad story, Ambrose. The town was kinda put on the map by the house a wax. I’m sure you passed by a sign or two for it.”
“Oh, yeah we did.”
“Yeah, people used to come to see it from miles away. And a woman named Trudy was the main...I guess "artist" is the right word. Trudy's husband, Doc Sinclair, was a doctor in the big city until he got his license revoked for doing surgeries on the side. Stuff that, you know, most doctors wouldn't dare do. So he moved him and Trudy out here to Ambrose. Made a fresh start with his medical practice. And, you know, Trudy really found her calling with that whole wax-sculpture thing. It was her dream to do something really incredible here. And then she had a couple a kids, and a picket fence.”
“That doesn’t sound so sad…” you interrupted, but he kept going.
“Trudy got a cyst in her brain. She just started rotting away. Couldn't work no more, and she went crazy. Things got so bad that Doc Sinclair finally had to strap her to the bed. The whole town could hear her screamin’. Dr. Sinclair was so depressed that he couldn't save her...he blew his head right off. It was worse for the boys, left alone like that. They both ended up in foster homes.”
“That’s terrible…” you mumbled. “Those poor kids…” you watched your feet crunch into the gravel. The story he told you genuinely upset you, and now you felt horrible for making so much fun of this poor little town, even if it was just in your head.
Bo sighed softly. “The town is still recoverin’ from it. That museum was the biggest source a income. I betcha can tell this ain’t the nicest place to live.” He chuckled, probably trying to lighten the mood.
You smiled, making eye contact with him. “No, I like it. I hate big cities anyways, a town like this seems like a nice place to settle down. Where everyone knows and can trust each other.”
“Maybe a resident like you could brighten up Ambrose a little.” He said, eyes not leaving yours. You felt your face go red hot. He was…flirting? With you? You looked down at your feet, stupid smile stretching across your whole face. You felt like you were reduced to a pile of Jell-O.
“Awe I dunno…” you said, but before you could say anything else, he cut you off. “This is the house. You and your friends sit tight. I’ll go check on that belt for ya, darlin’.” He winked at you before turning away.
You watched as he walked away, and you were convinced you were in love with this stranger. Michael stepped forward before Bo got too far away. “Hey man, would it be okay if I used your bathroom? We’ve been walking for a while.”
Bo nodded a little. “Sure. Come on in.” He said, opening the door and stepping to the side to make room for Michael. Stacy grabbed his arm. “You said we wouldn’t split up…” she whisper-yelled.
“It’s only for a second…just stay here and stay together.” He looked at both of you and then walked away, having to shake his arm from her grasp. She hugged herself uncomfortably, stepping closer to you as you both watched Bo and Michael disappear behind the door.
It’d been almost 20 minutes, according to Stacy’s now dead flip phone, since Michael and Bo had gone inside. At this point, you were both worried sick about Michael, but not brave enough to go inside and check things out for yourselves, until you hit the 25 minute mark. You watched as Stacy marched up to the front door, looking determined despite shaky hands and teary eyes, and banged on the door. Nothing.
She tried the handle, and to your surprise, the door swung open. She slowly began to go inside, and at this point, you decided you needed to go with her. You ran to catch up with her, seeing that all the lights were off inside. Your phone had died hours ago, leaving you both with no source of light.
“Michael?” Stacy yelled out, staying within arms length of the doorway. You held onto each other's arms, taking tiny steps further and further into the house. “Michael, please answer me!”
Squinting your eyes did absolutely nothing to help you see in the dark. It was pitch black, neither of you could see or hear anything. A loud creak broke the silence and you both frantically turned your heads to identify the noise. All of the sudden, Stacy began to shriek in your right ear. You jumped and covered your ears with your hands, feeling her fall to the ground. You screamed, backing up only to feel that the front door, which you knew you had left open, was closed. Stacy was screaming and crying on the ground, you could hear how low she was, but you didn’t know what was wrong. You tried yelling at her, asking her what happened, but all you got back was crying.
You shrunk to the floor, hands over ears in terror. A lamp flickering on illuminated your best friend on the floor, knife sticking from her spine and blood pooling around her writing body. You were bathed in yellow light from the left, but not enough to help you escape. You could feel tears fall down your cheeks when your eyes finally focused on Bo leaning against what looked like a kitchen counter, a cigarette pressed between his lips. He started to walk towards you, but you let out a yelp and turned quickly, pulling and wiggling on the door handle as hard as you could. Strong arms wrapped around your waist and yanked you back against a firm torso. You flailed and screamed, but to no avail. You were carried by Bo over to the couch where he tossed you down, pinning your body beneath his.
You were being suffocated in the heat of the couch cushions, fabric pushing hard against your face, and Bo shoving you down with his chest. You tried to push yourself up, but this only made your arms easier to grab. He pulled them behind your back and held them with one hand, the other gripping your hair and yanking your head back hard. You yelped at the burning pain in your scalp. He only lets go of your hair after he seems satisfied with the pain he’s caused you, and then, he moves down to trace the curve of your waist and hooks a finger in the waistband of your shorts, then down to the inside of your thigh, grabbing the soft skin and pushing it outwards.
He grabbed the cigarette from his mouth, tapping the ashes off over your clothes. You screamed and turned your head frantically only to see the end of a cigarette being pushed against your exposed shoulder, burning a small hole in its wake. You could feel the scorching pain radiate through your skin, almost distracting you from the way you were being engulfed in his musk.
Bo leaned down, knee painfully jabbed in between your shoulder blades forcing all the air from your lungs as you felt his lips against your ear, so close that you could smell the cigarette still on his breath.
“Fuckin’ pretty…” Bo growled. “Think I’ll keep you.”
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Love On Camera IV
Pairing: Reader x Chris Evans
Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, there is mild smut in this chapter there’s dirty talk, and lots of dry humping and thoughts of sex
Summary: You had always wanted to become a famous actress one day, you just never thought it would be as an adult film actress, and your first movie happens to be with the devastatingly handsome Chris Evans
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Part 3 Part 5
Scrambling around in the kitchen as you tried to prepare a nice meal for you and Chris. Extremely nervous to have him over, and to think this was somewhat of a date.
Making sure your makeup and hair looked good enough for him. Wanting nothing more to impress this man, and make him fall head over heels for you. Although that seemed like a dream you still couldn't help but hope for a romance to blossom.
Stirring the chicken around in the sauce before placing them on a big plate. Shuffling the rice as you sprinkled some spices on top of it. The aroma of the different scents hitting your nose making your mouth water.
Just then a knock came from the front door making you jump. Straightening your outfit out which was extremely casual and comfy since the two of you weren't actually going anywhere.
Opening the door to see Chris's smiling face as he wore a white knit sweater, and dark blue jeans. His hair perfectly slicked back making you want to run your fingers through it. It was crazy how hot this man could be easily make you.
"Welcome." You greeted as you opened the door wider indicating for him to walk inside. "Perfect timing the food is ready."
"Smells amazing." He complimented as he sniffed around the kitchen. "Turn on for me when a woman can cook."
"Thanks to all those cooking shows I watched." Scooping up the rice and putting it on each of your plates.
Once you had the plates smothered with food you placed them on either side of the table. Chris took his spot licking his lips as he looked at all the food in front of him.
"Would you like something to drink?" Asking he you opened up the cabinet to your liquor bottles.
"I'll take some red wine if you have it." Grabbing a bottle you filled a glass for him and yourself. "Thanks."
As the two of you sat in peace eating your meal you started to feel a sense of calm. Nothing felt awkward or uncomfortable. Things felt right between the two of you like this is how it was meant to be.
Making small talk in between mouthfuls of food. Cracking up a couple of jokes making you laugh trying not to spray wine across the table. It was obvious he felt comfortable being around you.
A part of you was hoping after tonight this would become a daily thing. That he would want to start seeing you outside of work more. Or that the two of you would quit the adult film industry, and pursue another way to make money.
"The food was absolutely delicious." He spoke after he placed his knife and fork on the plate. "I'll have to come over more often."
"I would absolutely love that." Sounding a little more excited than you intended. "I mean sounds wonderful."
"Are you okay?" He asked out of blue knowing he was referring to earlier. "I mean after your session with Johnny."
"Yeah I'm okay." Nodding your head as you looked down at your hands in your lap. "I'm not used to stuff like that, but I'm really okay."
"Good because you and I are going to really start drinking." He clapped his hands together as he walked over to your liquor cabinet.
Grabbing a bottle of tequila as he walked over to you with a mischievous grin. Sheepishly smiling back at him as your mind was starting to race. Surely this night was going to end in something happening between you two.
"Cheers." Clinking your shot glasses together before he downed the liquid. He made it look so easy.
Quickly downing yours feeling the burn running down your throat. Scrunching you're face up making him chuckle at you. You were never one to handle your liquor that well.
He was quick to pouring another one and this time you took it at the same time he did. His eyes were glued to yours the whole time making you feel a little flustered. Your cheeks felt enflamed right now from his intense stares.
"Let's play a game." He spoke after you both downed your fourth shot you glanced over to him. Shrugging his shoulders at the suggestion. "Could be a way for us to get to know each other."
"Why the fuck not." You don't if that was more of a question or statement. "What game did you have in mind?"
"How about twenty questions?" He suggested and you thought to yourself that was a simple and harmless game.
"Yeah sure." He beamed when you approved of the game. "How do you play again?"
"I'll ask you a question and then you ask me a question." That seemed simple enough. "But if you refuse to answer a question you have to take a shot."
You knew this wasn't going to be a simple game. It seemed like he had a hidden agenda behind everything. Maybe he really did just want to get to know you or see what kind of person you were. Knowing him so far things were going to become dirty.
Hearing the rules you downed your fifth shot of the night. The buzz was already taking in affect, and he could tell. He just laughed at how much of a risk taker you were trying to be right now. All you wanted was fun tonight, and he was going to give that to you.
"I'll go first." He stated and you just nodded sitting back nervous as hell. "What's your favorite color?"
"Uh it's Y/F/C." His question threw you off you expected him to go with something dirty. "What's your favorite animal?"
"Wolf." That answer didn't surprise you what so ever." What's your favorite movie?"
"Y/F/M." These questions were easier than you expected them to be." What's your favorite movie?"
"Lady and the tramp." You looked at him like he had grown two heads and started to laugh. You never expected that to be his answer.
"Really?" It really did come as a surprise that such a heart felt movie could possibly be his favorite.
"Shut up I like Disney movies." This time he started to laugh with you. He playfully pushed your shoulder making you laugh even harder.
"Wow how manly of you." Puffing out your chest and striking arm poses like a body builder. He just shook his head at you to which you stopped laughing. "I promise I won't say anything scouts honor."
"Alright you little shit let's keep playing." He downed a quick shot. "What's your favorite hobby?"
"I like to read." Feeling embarrassed by your answer but he seemed to like it since he smiled. "If you could live anywhere where would it be?"
"I would have to say Paris. The most beautiful city in the world." That sounded absolutely romantic and you weren't expecting that. "Do you masturbate?"
If your cheeks weren't on fire before they were now. He just sat there with a smug grin on his face. He had you right where he wanted you. This is was the game he actually wanted to play with you. Otherwise how could these questions go from innocent to dirty.
You really shouldn't be shy when he asked this question. The two of you fucked people for a living in front of multiple people. If anything you would have no hesitation to answer these type of questions.
He was staring at you so intensely right now you just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. You were kind of drunk right now, and somewhat turned on by his question.
"Yeah I do." You answered honestly thanks to the five shots that were now hitting you. "Do you use handcuffs?"
"Yes I do." He winked at you making you take another shot. The room was getting hotter all of a sudden. "Do you like to be spanked?"
"No." He looked shocked at your response making you look down at your now clammy hands. "I mean yeah I do."
"I could always spank you." He remarked making your eyes go wide making him laugh. "Don't worry I won't do that to you."
Not understanding why suddenly you were cowering in a shell around him. It was something about him that had you feeling shy and innocent. You wanted to impress and attract him so he would want you back.
"I mean unless you really want me to?" He started to lift his hips up like he was about to approach you making you gulp.
"No I'm good." You answered rather quickly making him smirk at how he got to you.
It seemed like the room was getting smaller and smaller. The longer you looked at him the more you started to realize just how beautiful this man really was. He had such soft looking skin with a little bit of scruff across his chin.
His eyes were like a light blue with a hint of green. It reminded you very much of the ocean. Eye lashes so thick he could blow you away with them. Small freckles sprinkled across his face giving him more of an innocent and sweet appearance.
Chris coughed breaking you from your trance of staring at him like a weirdo. Looking away from him wanting to avoid the judgement he probably had across his face of you basically checking him out.
"Okay my turn what's your favorite position?" You wanted to cover your face but frayed from doing that.
"When a girl is riding me cow girl." That had your heart beating faster, and you clenching your thighs together. All you could picture was doing that with him.
"Are you picturing doing that with me right now?" A huge smirk across his face as he was looking into your eyes.
"Yes." Slapping a hand over your mouth with how quickly you answered that. You just wanted to get the attention off of you as soon as possible. "Do you watch porn?"
Instead of answering the question Chris reached across grabbing you pulling you onto his lap making you squeal. Your hands landed on his shoulders to keep yourself balanced. Legs on either side of his, and your chest practically in his face.
Both of you staring into each other's eyes, and there was clear sexual tension between you two. His hands on your hips that started to make your body move against his. Taking the hint that he wanted you to start grinding against him.
"Don't get shy on me now Y/N." He shook his head at you teasingly with a smile. "Show me what a vixen you really are."
Slowly moving your hips against him feeling him harden beneath you. His eyes were glazed over and all you could see was hunger and lust. Your panties were starting to become wet with desire. The fabric of your panties rubbing against your clit making you moan.
"Yes baby moan for me." He groaned in your ear as his hands squeezed the skin on your hips. He was probably trying to control himself, and not completely take over scaring you.
Although you would have no problem with him taking over you completely. Your insides clenching at the thought of riding his cock right now. Feeling him slam his hips up into you hitting your pelvis.
This felt like such an intimate moment right now. Something that a couple would be doing to keep that spice in their relationship. It felt like you two were the only people in this world, and nothing was coming between you two.
"The things I wanna do to you." He growled he watched your hips moving against his lap. "To have you all night."
"Begging for my cock until your in tears." The thought of crying just for his cock had you whimpering.
Feeling the liquor completely take over your body you started to really grind against him. Pressing down harder on his crotch so it was his turn to moan this time. Leaning his head against your shoulder the faster you started to hump him.
"Oh god." You moaned when the pressure of your clothes and his jeans pressing against your clit made your lower stomach tingle.
"I want you to cum at the thought of my cock going inside your pussy." His words had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "Just feel me baby."
His words encouraging you a lot more than you were expecting them to. Between his hands, his dirty words being whispered into your ear, and his extremely hard cock pressed against your crotch you were probably going to cum sooner than you thought.
Your hips moving in a way almost as if you were really fucking him. Both of your moans filling the room making it echo. Thank god you didn't have any roommates or else this would have been incredibly awkward.
"Bet your pussy is soaked for me." Feeling a shudder rack his body at the thought of feeling you in this moment. "Tight little pussy sucking me in."
His lips attaching themselves to your neck sucking on the flesh lightly. The blood rising to the surface of your skin. He was probably leaving his mark.
"Just like that sweetheart." Feeling his hands gripping your hips tightly surely leaving a bruise. "God I wanna fuck you so bad."
"I know you're getting closer sweetheart." He mumbled against your neck. Sweat forming on his forehead, and on the back of your neck.
"I want to feel your cock." You have no idea where this horny girl came from, but you surely were enjoying her.
You were never the type of woman to become this horny. It was different being horny for work, but to be this way in real life was a whole new person. Intimacy was not something you were used to. It was rough sex you were used to.
"I know baby next time right now you need to focus on you." Hearing that encouraged you to move faster.
You probably looked like a mad woman the way you were moving on top of him. Grinding your body against his like an animal in heat. Rushing to reach your release and using his body to get to it. Neither of you cared though since you were both feeling good at this moment.
It felt like you were living in a fantasy right now. Grinding heavily on top of a man that was way too attractive for you. Maybe it was the liquor and it was just making you two horny. Or maybe it was true feelings that were coming to light.
Either way all you could do was bask in the moment right now. Having been a long time since anyone has touched you like this. It felt nice to be touched like this, and it felt nice to be wanted and feel attractive.
At one point you were just straight up teasing him. You would slow your movements then by lifting your hips up and slamming down on his crotch making him growl. He gave you a couple spanks on your ass cheeks making you squeal.
"Watch it darling." Making you look into his eyes giving you a warning. "I will bend you over my lap and slap that ass till you feel it into next week."
By the look on his face you knew he wasn't joking, and you could tell he wanted you to try and do it again and test him. The thought of bending you over his lap got him all excited again.
He did seem like the type of guy who loved to punish his girl by spanking her, and than rubbing her cheeks soothingly with ointment. Everything about him scream physical touch and affection. Like he wanted rough sex, but then he would spoil you after.
Breathing heavily on the top of his head as you felt that familiar burn in the pit of your stomach. Your head falling back the closer to your orgasm you were getting. Chris was close to when you felt his cock twitch under neath his pants.
"Cum for me sweetheart." That was all it took for you pushing hard down on him your sensitive clit becoming over loaded. Your release hitting you hard and fast.
Both of you moaning and groaning at the fact you just came in your shorts from dry humping him. Leaving your head down so your face was pressed against his shoulder. His hands rubbing your back up and down soothingly, and you were still coming down from your orgasm.
You just sat on his lap feeling yourself becoming tired from what just took place. Still breathing heavily the amount of alcohol you consumed in a short amount of time was not helping either.
In this moment alcohol or not you really could stay in Chris's arms forever. It was just something about him that you couldn't wrap your mind around. You wanted to be around him all the time.
You just couldn't believe all that happened. Feeling your sensations heightened, and you just wanted more of him. Just praying and hoping that nobody ever found out ,and that it wouldn't come between your work and friendship.
"We should get you to bed." You just nodded your head already feeling your eyes closing.
Instead of lifting you off of him he somehow moved yours and his body so he was still holding you when he stood up. Carrying you to your bedroom bridal style. It was the most sweetest most romantic thing a man has ever done for you.
Placing you under the covers then pulling them up towards your neck making sure you were comfortable. He gave you a peck on the forehead making you shut your eyes with a smile.
"Stay." You whispered when he started to walk away.
Looking and sounding like a lost puppy dog. You probably looked pathetic to him, but you didn't want to be left alone right now. Plus all you wanted was for Chris to hold you in his arms all night.
"Alright lady but just for tonight." He referenced to the lady and tramp scene making you snicker.
Pulling his jeans down but leaving his boxers on so he could get comfortable. Then pulling the covers back so he could get into bed. Thinking that he was going to stay away, but surprising you when he pulled your body flush against his so you were spooning with him.
His strong arms wrapped around your body keeping you close and warm. Snuggling his face into your shoulder leaving light kisses against the skin. Your heart was practically swooning and how cute he was being with you right now.
"Good night beautiful." Was the last thing you heard before you felt the slumber or darkness consume your body.
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To Give a Man His Name
(Thomas Hewitt x M!Reader)
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In which you run across four teens along the side of the road.
Part Two
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Prologue
He was born to the world in a crude and grotesque way, one that can only be described as a living nightmare. His birth was a fatality, an innocent brutality for he was just a babe merely being born. To take someone’s life so young, at such an age, was an image unseen in the world, despite its sordid nature.
From the very start of his life, from the time he was born, he was a murderer, someone who took the lives of those around him. As he grew into a man, once fit for killing, he came to terms with his conditions, realizing that there was only one path he could take within this cruel world.
However, when your hands caressed his face and your lips graced his own, his life felt limitless. All restrictions left and for the first time, he felt as if his strength could be used for something else.
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Chapter One
Texas, 1969 …
Texan heat bore down on your body as you swung the knife down repeatedly, a motion you’ve been repeating over and over since the morning’s first light. The smell of salty iron hit your nose, a rough and overwhelming smell, one that encircled your brain in a hazy and intoxicated field of buzzing cicadas.
You were a slave to your practice, a slave to your job. Everyday, you would wake up at the crack of dawn to make your expedition to that slaughterhouse and everyday you would slave away in front of that slab of wood, constantly slamming your knife into its surface over and over, consecutively using muscles most do not know exist. Your body would burn and your shoulders would cry but still, you would attend your job for you had a family to care for.
Your daughter, a young girl within her early teenage years, depended on your job for a life. Of course, your daughter wasn’t really yours, you had merely found her when she was around ten, abandoned on the streets. You had taken her in that day, whether out of pity or quickly growing love, you cared for her and you still cared for her to this day. She was your world now, your reason for continuing the path of slavery, your everything.
You were one in three workers at the meat factory for a while but that changed the day someone new showed up, someone intrusive and observant, someone so excluded yet centered it baffled you. He was a brute of a man, a massive guy who took up a good portion of the doorway. He held strong, sharp eyes, intelligent in a way you haven’t seen within others, not even yourself. He had a strong grip and quiet mouth. He was the ideal worker too, accepting of anything as long as he could work.
He was Thomas Hewitt, a man you would grow to know as the freak of the town, yet, you could never see why. From the day you met him, you’ve never considered him a freak, no matter what the people of that small, sullen town told you. They could express their own misguided hatred to the man all they wanted, but you would never back their statements. After all, on that day, the day you met him, your life was changed forever.
It all started a day before you actually met him, a day before he ever stepped foot into that meat factory. It all started one fateful afternoon when you stumbled upon a group of teenagers who had come from out of state, their car had broken down and they were in need of some help. Being the nice person you were, you aided them the best you could.
“Please, sir, can you help us? Our car has broken down and we don’t know where we are.” They had asked for your help first, reaching out to you like hungry children to a diligent mother.
“Sure, pop the hood why don’t yah.” You spoke casually, having experienced many broken down cars. People didn’t stay in this town but they often passed through and being the curse place it was, problems always occurred.
One of the teenage boys, his name was Carlos, did the honor of popping the hood. You thanked him and walked up to the car, taking a look at the motor. You couldn’t tell what was wrong at first but you eventually found the problem, one of the head gaskets was leaking, a problem that had overheated the engine of the car.
“Ah, I see the problem, your gasket needs replacing. You’re lucky it's an easy fix, all I need are the parts and I can fix it right here.” You explained to which the kids practically cheered. They thanked you and celebrated. You cut them short in their celebratory dances “I hate to be that person but the nearest place that sells gaskets is about three miles up the road.” You explained a guilt slowly trickling into your stomach. You felt bad that you had to ruin their celebrations.
“That’s okay, Carlos and I can go up there and retrieve it and bring it back.” Another kid named Dante spoke up.
You smiled and agreed to watch the girls, Lina and Grace, as they traveled to the nearest store. It didn’t take long for them to leave, waving goodbye to their girlfriends and you.
Once they walked far enough to where you couldn’t see them, you turned to the girls and talked with them. The three of you guys had spoken about a plethora of topics ranging from break up stories, societal morals, and more. They all seemed to be like interesting and nice people on the outside but the more they talked, the more you had begun to realize how different they were from you. You didn’t let this predicament affect you for too long though, always keeping a smile on your face, even when you felt like a complete outsider.
“I just think that the whole Vietnam war is bullshit.” They would say to which you tried your best to control your response. There was a part of you that formed hatred for their laid back words, their carefree attitudes, the way they talked about a war as if it was nothing else but a high school breakup, gossip to go around and around. You hated them and you still do, but you also feel bad for them. After all, they were only kids and they were stuck in the middle of a war.
Hours began to tick by and the boys had yet to return with the gasket. “Where are they? They should be back by now.” Lina had complained, a statement that only added to that trickling guilt. You worried something might have happened to them. A lot of things happened within this small town that no one ever talked about, that everyone was afraid to talk about.
“Do you think we should go find them?” Grace asked, her voice borderline frantic. “What if something happened to them? What if they are hurt or some weirdo snatched them up?” She asked repetitive questions, her mind looping in circles over the boy's case.
You walked over to Grace and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, she immediately jerked away and looked at you with scared eyes. The fear turned to anger and she lashed out at you. “I swear if this weird town of yours hurt my boyfriend, I will behead you. Now, show us where that gas station was, we’re going to find them.” She stated with an authoritative tone that sent shivers down your spine. Her three-sixty in character took you by surprise, She was more than fine merely a minute ago, she was even joking with you, now she’s practically screaming down your throat. Insane.
You backed away from her and pointed down the road. “Fine, but I’ll tell you this. Ain’t no one in this town wants anything to do with you or your little boyfriends. Now stop acting like you own the place and start walking, they ain’t gonna find themselves now are they?” You replied with an annoyed and bitter tone, pissed off that she would even take such a voice with you.
Grace rolled her eyes and mumbled, “whatever” before starting her walk down the road. Lina followed after her with you leading the back.
The three of your walked down the road under the blazing sun, the Texas heat boating down on you like a laser, burning your skin and stinging our eyes. It felt as if the earth was molten lava each time a foot was placed upon that heated asphalt. The heat seeped into the soles of the shoes, reaching up and attacking the foot with a fiery blaze.
It wasn’t until the sun began to set behind the horizon that the three of you made it to the gas station. Grace was the first one to make it inside, barging through the door with haste, not even stopping to say hello to the shop owner. She rampaged through the aisles, calling out the name of the boy’s. When you and Lina made it inside, Grace was already halfway through the store.
“You ain’t gonna find any of them here. Haven’t seen a soul all afternoon I’m afraid.” The lady behind the counter spoke in a calm tone.
Grace turned to face her with an angered look. “What do you mean no one has come in? They were supposed to be here. Are you telling me that they never made it to this shitty gas station?” She asked in a raised voice.
You stepped in front of Grace and held out an apologetic hand to the older lady. “I’m so sorry about that Mrs. Hewitt, her boyfriend is just missing and we’re trying to find him. I’m sorry about her tone, we’ll take her outside, won’t we, Lina.” You shot a pointed look over to the girl who immediately jumped into action and pulled Grace outside.
You didn’t follow them, you stayed behind to talk to Mrs. Hewitt, wanting to further apologize for the attitude Grace had taken up with her. “I apologize about her outburst, Mrs. Hewitt” You started, to which she simply nodded with her eyes closed. “Is there anything I can do to make this up to you, I’m sure it’s given you quite the fright?” You asked with a guilty tone. It was your fault that Grace had come in here, that the boys were now missing, you are the one that sent them down here in the first place.
Mrs. Hewitt opened her eyes and gave a soft smile. “It ain’t your fault, dear. And please, call me Luda Mae. All the formalities make me feel old.”
You nodded and smiled back at her. “Alright. Well, I’ll be back around as always, Luda Mae. See you tomorrow morning.” You took your exit after that.
The second you opened the door of the gas station to exit the building, you instantly noticed that both Grace and Lina were missing. You call out for them and walk around the building multiple times but still, there was no hint of them anywhere. You cursed yourself and kicked a rock on the ground. You had officially lost four teenagers in the span of four hours.
With a defeated sigh, you started walking up the road, heading back to the teenagers car, wondering if they had headed that way, simply leaving you behind. You didn’t get far when the sheriff pulled up, Winston Hoyt, the only officer in his unit here. He had pulled up beside you, driving slow in order to keep pace with you. He rolled down the passenger side window and called out to you.
“Do you need a lift?” He asked, partially yelling to beat the sound of his motor.
You kept walking for a moment before stopping, deciding that it was best that you just get home. Plus, you could hand the case of the missing children off to the sheriff and be free of them for the day.
The car halted to a stop and opened the passenger door, taking a seat inside before closing it. You gave the directions to your house and the Sheriff began driving, heading in the general direction of your house.
“You work at the that butcher place back there, right?” He asks, making small talk.
You nodded and gave a small hum, not in a talkative mood.
“So what are yah doing out here so late? Meeting a boyfriend?” He asked with a tease.
You looked over and visibly rolled your eyes, wanting him to see your expression. He laughed and playfully hit your shoulder.”I’m teasing but seriously, what are you doing out here so late?” He asked again, to which you went in and explained all the details.
You explained everything from the time you got off work to now. You explained how nice they were at first, how willing the boys had been to go get the part, how they never came back, how one of the girls flipped out, how you all went to find the boys, how you lost the girls, and how you ended up walking alongside the road, heading towards the site once more.
“I see. After I drop you off, I’ll go out looking for them. No need to worry about them no more, okay, sweetheart?” He asked, adding on an unnecessary pet name at the end.
You simply nodded and refrained from throwing up at the name he had called you. You always hated being called pet names, they never went well with you. For the rest of the ride, you were silent, not speaking a word, not responding to ending further questions. The only time you talked was to thank the Sheriff when you got out.
You were quick to head inside, your mind spinning and stomach flipped inside out. You felt like you were going to throw up, the guilt of losing those kids eating up at you. You hated leaving the case with the officer but it was the only thing you could do, there isn’t much else you can do, you don’t even have a car.
You went to bed that night with an empty stomach, the contents long since spewed out into the toilet. Your dreams were plagued by their faces and what might have happened to them. You hated it, you hated them, you hated guilt.
The next morning, before heading to work you ran by the site where the car had originally been parked. It was a normal, humid morning, the sky was clear and the earth was dry, despite the wet conditions of the air.
When you arrived at the scene, you were quick to realize that the car was no longer there, not a trace of the kids were left, not even skid marks of them pulling out. It was as if they had passed through the town like ghosts or had come through at all. You could only hope that they were headed out of town safely, that the officer had done his job correctly and handled the case with practiced ease. You could only hope.
After you left the site, you quickly headed over to the factory, not wanting to be late to your shift. Luckily, you arrived a minute before your shift started, just on time. You were quick to throw on an apron and gloves, quickly heading over to your station and preparing for the day.
It was here that you met Thomas, it was here that he walked through the doors with the boss leading him on through, giving him a tour of the place. It was here that he was assigned to share a station with you, and it was here that you would start an odd relationship with the town’s “freak”, as some would like to say.
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Victory Brunch: Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Fem. Reader] 18+
Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection [link]
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Relationship: Avenger!Loki x Fem. Reader
Summary: (3) A celebration brunch with the team comes with a side-dish of secret sex with Loki. (w/c 2.3k)
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language. Vaginal sex. Semi-public sex. Established/secret relationship. Satchel! Steve antics
A buzz of conversation hummed from the back room of the diner across the street from Avengers Tower.
You walked in ten minutes behind Loki. Ten minutes that you had spent trying to soothe the red marks on your knees. The sting was a visible reminder of how you had knelt between his open thighs, worshipping him like a king.
“There she is...Y/N!” Thor waved theatrically as you nodded to the host. You made your way to the private area as onlookers craned to see within the secluded space. It didn’t get any easier, being famous. But it could get harder.
Only one seat remained at the long table, adorned with half-empty cups of coffee and diminished stacks of pancakes. You were later than you’d thought. Pulling out the chair at the end of the row, you noticed Loki’s gaze lower to your tender knees with a smirk.
“Sorry I’m late everyone” you announced casually, lifting a fork and reaching for the nearest plate of pancakes. “I just had something to catch up on quickly.” You hoped that would be the end of it.
“You work too hard Lady Y/N, today is a day for revels” Thor boomed loudly from beside his brother. You could feel Loki’s amused stare sparking, his energy rising with a remark which would make your face burn. Lifting the jug of maple syrup, you weren’t surprised to hear him clear his throat.
“Y/N treats every job she undertakes with utmost dedication, brother. I for one take great pleasure in seeing her so committed to our needs."
There it was. You felt heat rising in your cheeks as syrup seeped through the pancake. Bruce began thoughtfully pouring coffee in your cup while Nat’s arm curled around his shoulder.
“Sausage?”
You jumped in your seat, turning to Steve with wide eyes as he innocently held a fork speared with a perfectly crisped bratwurst.
“No. Thank you.” you said sweetly, regaining your composure as you saw Loki cover his mouth subtlety; forefinger curled to his lips. He was trying, you’d give him that.
“No you gotta try these, trust me” Steve pressed eagerly, “best sausage in the city, hands down.” He waved the fork playfully to your side as Loki positively simmered with mischief across the table.
Against your better judgement, you leant forward; biting the tip off the sausage on Rogers fork as he looked on, pleased at his good influence.
“There. What’d I tell ya? Best in the city.” he said smugly, releasing the rest of it to your plate with a nudge of his knife.
“I’ve had better.” you murmured, your eyes flickering diagonally to the dark-haired god whose mouth was twitching in barely contained glee. Loki shifted in his seat, raising both elbows to rest on the table as he traced his forefinger around the plate before him, gathering syrup from the edge.
“Tell me, Rogers” he postured, relishing as every gaze in their party fell on him, “have you ever tried Asgardian sausage?”
Loki brought his fingertip to his mouth, sucking the syrup thoughtfully. His cheekbones hollowed as he watched Rogers forehead crease in thought, releasing the finger glazed with a thin sheen of saliva; rubbing it against his thumb. Thor looked confused.
“Well gee, I guess I never woulda thought you guys had sausage in Asgard. Are they as good as these?” Steve mirrored Loki, resting his elbows against the tablecloth. The sincerity in his voice was too much, you could feel laughter rising in your throat.
“Yes, Rogers. It has been said they are in fact, superior to your mortal offerings…” Loki purred, his eyes flickering between you and the blonde to your side, “but that is not for me to say.”
Steve leaned back with soft thump against his chair, a whistle soaring from pursed lips. “Jeepers, I’d love to get my hands on some of that. You ever tried it Y/N?” he turned to face you, the oblivious earnestness of his tone making you want to wheeze.
You folded the napkin in your lap quickly on the table, “Excuse me, I just uh...bathroom” you mumbled as Steve raised his hands politely in a say no more, gesture of mercy.
Crossing the main room of the diner, you slipped into the Ladies and closed the door of a cubicle with a sigh of relief. You needed a minute. Lowering the lid of the toilet, you sat and inspected your knees again; the redness blessedly fading to a light pink.
Suddenly there was a knock on the cubicle. You hadn’t even heard the main door open. “Occupied!” you squeaked, suddenly feeling very guilty for reasons you couldn't explain.
“Tis I, may I come in?” a familiar voice floated from the other side. Frantically you slid the lock and threw it open, your eyebrow raised at the god of mischief leaning casually against the tampon machine.
“Jesus, Loki…” you huffed, grabbing a clutch of his shirt in your fist and dragging him into the cubicle, locking it behind you. “What are you doing?” you hissed, as Loki smiled knowingly.
“I came to check you were alright, darling. Seems all Rogers’ talk of his pathetically inferior sausage was making you rather pale.” he smirked, making no attempt to lower his voice. You rolled your eyes.
“Don’t give me that look, Laufeyson” you huffed, “everyone is out there, they’re going to know...they can’t know” You pulled at your fingers, eyes searching the cubicle as you tried not to meet his gaze. Loki clasped his hands around yours, making them still.
“As far as they’re concerned, I’m at the counter waiting for drinks. Which I am, in a sense.” his eyes twinkled mischievously as you sighed with relief. “But since I’m here…” he continued, trailing off as his lips crashed to yours.
You melted into him, the waxing waves of his warm tongue caressing yours making you dizzy. A moan rose in your throat as his strong hands grasped your ass through the pencil skirt, squeezing the firm flesh as you wrapped your arms over his shoulders.
“We shouldn’t…” you said weakly, as Loki unzipped the back of your skirt, releasing a thoughtful hum. “I don’t remember you being concerned at the threat of discovery in the early hours of this morning darling.” he whispered, as the fabric pooled around your feet, “or later that same morning, when you had your pretty mouth wrapped around my co-”
“-I was concerned, I just- I…” you trailed off, unsure of your next words. “You wanted me, pet.” Loki finished confidently, a smirk flickering at his lips.
The twinkling blues and greens of his eyes were hypnotising as you stood in your blouse and panties before him. His fingers toyed at the buttons, undoing the highest to reveal the curve of your cleavage. He lowered his chin, his jaw set; looking at you with pure lust.
He could snap his fingers and dissolve your clothes in an instant, but he preferred it this way. Undressing you with his eyes, and then his hands. He was insatiable. But then, so were you.
“We’ll need to be fast…” you murmured, listening intently for any approaching footsteps as you teetered on the brink of fucking Loki Laufeyson in a public bathroom.
He growled his approval as your fingers began to undo his trousers, his palm resting on the wall behind your shoulder. Loki’s hardening cock bounced obediently to your grip as you started to stroke him rapidly, making his knees buckle. “Careful darling, or our little interlude may be over quicker than you intend” he murmured, as he effortlessly lifted your legs around his waist. You groaned as your back met the wall, the thick expanse of his hips balancing you.
“Gods, I’ve missed you” he whispered wantonly in your ear, his hot breath sending another shot of need to your aching pussy. “He’s missed you…” he added, circling his hips to draw that long cock teasingly through your folds.
“Loki” you warned, “we don’t have much ti-”
A sharp gasp escaped your throat as he slid inside you with a gentle twist, the back of your head falling to rest on the wall. He paused, letting you adjust to the thick manhood filling your channel after a week denied; the ridges pulsing as they acclimatised to your tightness. Loki’s forehead rested over your shoulder against the cool tile, short pants ghosting your ear. “Ready, darling?” he murmured, as you nodded. You needed to be fucked, and quickly.
Loki thrust once into your soaking core. You could feel the wetness seeping between your thighs already; Christ, he would be the death of you. He thrust into you again, lighting a trail of nerves which sizzled with every inch of his seemingly endless cock. Your hands clasped behind his shoulders, pulling him towards you in a feverish kiss as he bottomed out. The strong lines of his pectorals flexed through his shirt as he bounced you, every thrust meeting its mark with intent.
“You have no idea how good this feels...” he moaned shamelessly, “uhhhhh Y/N…”
Your eyes widened, a hand shooting to cover his mouth as he looked at you with bewilderment; never missing a beat of his relentless hips. Loki flicked his chin upwards, nudging your hand enough to catch a finger in his mouth.
He smirked seductively, an apologetic raise of his eyebrows making your pussy clench tighter around him as his eyes squeezed shut. “Fuuu-” he mumbled around your finger; his forehead creased with pleasure.
His tongue pressed firmly against your digit as he began to suck, the hollow of his cheekbones casting shadows in the harsh overhead light. It was an unconventional way to keep his verbal enthusiasm down, but it was working. With every thrust of his cock, your finger slid over his curled tongue up to your knuckle; the sight was doing things to you.
You shuddered around him, feeling the coil in your belly tingle tightly as his fingertips sank deeper into your thighs. They grasped for purchase against your flesh, his breaths becoming short as he fucked you mercilessly against the wall.
Primal grunts rumbled in Loki’s throat, the suck against your finger increasing as he fought against a guttural roar. Deep lines appeared on his forehead as his thrusts became erratic. His head fell back; exposing that delicious neck lined with straining muscles as your wet finger trailed over his skin. You were going to come all over him.
“-and I told him, if you come to New York ya gotta see Avengers Tower cos that’s where the fancy heroes live and he said...wait...wait- he wanted to stay at the hotel. I know...I know.”
Your stomach dropped; thighs tightening against Loki’s hips as your hand flew once again to cover his mouth. A staggered breath escaped your lips as he continued to thrust into you, prompting Loki to cover your mouth too.
You stared at each other as the woman now pacing the length of the bathroom kept talking on her phone. The inane chatter about her husband becoming the unwilling soundtrack to the climax that was beginning to unstoppably tumble over your body.
“-so I’m having lunch in this cute lil diner and they’re here...in the same building, in the back. I’m in the same building as Captain America can you believe that? I knowww…”
Loki rolled his eyes at her comment as his hand pressed firmly against your mouth while fucking you gently; easing you over the threshold. You braced against the wall, forcing yourself deeper on to his length as your eyes rolled back. The silent scream building within you causing you to clamp tightly around his cock.
“I did see one at the drinks counter...just having coffee. Coffee! The dark handsome one...yeah, him. Looks kinda moody but bless his heart he has a very nice rear on him, that boy. Very nice indeed...”
Loki winked at you smugly just as you stumbled head-first into your orgasm. The effort of keeping quiet made blood pump deafeningly in your ears, heightening every ripple of pleasure cascading through your core.
You felt yourself drop a few inches, Loki’s hands grasping at your skin as his knees buckled under his own badly-timed climax. His eyes widened above your hand covering that chiselled jaw. A pained expression crossed his gaze as he fought every urge to loudly stake his claim to you; secrecy be damned. You felt his hot load spurt against the walls of your channel as his forehead pressed firmly to yours.
“-...ok I gotta go, I'm gonna ask the one with the nice butt for an autograph. Yeah...I’ll talk to you later, yeah...mmmhmm…”
Mercifully the door thumped shut behind her as Loki lowered you to the floor, the sound of your desperate breaths filling the air.
“That was close…” you panted, “that was…” as Loki nodded, running his hand through his tousled hair.
“Indeed...now, you pour yourself back into that skirt while I-” he zipped his trousers with a small jump, flicking back his hair with a smile, “-get back to the drinks counter for my biggest fan. I can’t have her being disappointed by my illusion ignoring her, can I?”
He picked your skirt up from the floor, hanging it seductively from one long finger, “I might even let her feel my ‘very nice’ arse, if she asks nicely” he winked.
“I thought I was your biggest fan…” you said with mock-disappointment, straightening his shirt collar as he slid the lock open.
“Perhaps, darling…” he purred with a mischievous smile as he slid out the door, “but she’s the one telling her friends about me.”
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Angel (Chapter 1)
Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!OC!Reader
Summary: When simon's mission went terrible wrong, she was there to save him. So far only her call sign was angel, but maybe she was his angel nonetheless.
She bit her lips nervously. Her hand was resting on his muscular thigh as she leaned over him and grabbed the seat belt.
Warnings: Mention of blood, mention of torture, manipulation, brainwash, weapons, kidnapping, swearing, smut (kind of) in later chapters, mention of medical stuff that may not be true or accurate, description of a reader that may not be like you imagined reader, still use of Y/N, clearly female reader, perhaps bad english, third person view (switching from reader to Simon), multiple chapters
Opening
Chapter 2
Her hands were warm with blood. Her heart ran a marathon in her chest. The adrenaline was running high in her veins, so she had no problem ignoring the gun aimed at her.
She removed the radio from her pants and dropped it on the floor. Then she crushed it with one foot until it was useless. "Can you stand up?" she asked the injured soldier casually. She understood his skepticism even better than he could have imagined. Much was at stake, for her and for him.
When he didn't responded, she looked back at him. The barrel of the gun was the first thing she saw, then his covered face. She rolled her eyes and raised her arms in a sign of surrender. "We're running out of time."
"Which side are you on?" She could hear the distrust in his rough voice. Angel could imagine that he was tough and now that he was halfway alive he wouldn't hesitate to kill the rest of those present, including her.
"I'm on my side. Your decision whether it's that of the enemy or one you want to cooperate with.” Red-smeared hands still raised, she stood in front of him. Giving him the choice of killing her or coming with her. Ghost slowly droped the gun and Angel nodded. "Okay. We have two ways of getting out of here. One, you take me hostage and steal the car that's outside guarded by two enemys. Downside, they might shoot me just like Nika would have done, claiming I was killed by you. Two, we'll kill them and I'll give you a blood transfusion to get you back on your feet."
"Option two sounds good." he muttered and secured his gun. Angel rummaged in the bag on the floor and pulled out an empty syringe.
"Shit. No adrenaline left. Sorry, soldier, you have to get through this." She then offered her hand again to help Ghost up. He let her pull him to his feet.
It looked like he was going to fall right back over and into her arms, but instead his large hand grabbed her upper arm and pulled her closer to him, kind of stabilizing himself in the process. He pressed his gun against her chest. "No dirty games."
She knew that he was superior to her even in his critical condition. So she nodded quickly. His fingers let go of her upper arm only hesitantly and even when she was a few meters away from him again, she still felt his grip on her skin.
He stayed behind Angel, who motioned for him to be quiet. She carefully opened the door and walked out of the room into the hallway. She assumed that nobody was in the house anymore. Even so, her steps were soft and her movements cautious as she reached the stairs and descended the steps.
Ghost followed her like a shadow. She hardly noticed his presence. Only when she stopped at a door, she felt his vest on her back. Sometimes she saw his arm out of the corner of her eye, leaning against a wall to relieve his sore leg when she stopped or slowed down.
They stepped over corpses. Some were from Nika's team, but most were SAS soldiers. She looked back at the soldier with wide eyes. She saw a lot of dead bodies in her life, but seeing the soldiers brought back memories that haunted her dreams every night. "Are you keeping up?" He gave her no answer at all.
Angel reached for the knife on her waistband, confirming it was still there. "Wait here." With careful steps she had turned a corner and opened the front door. Through a small gap she looked where the two men were who should wait for her and Nika. One of them was in the passenger seat of the car, with lowered window and his elbow rested on the door frame. Ruvim, on the other hand, was standing outside. He had his large MK in his hands and observed the area, as well as the window to the room in which Nika's body was.
Angel looked back behind her for a second. The SAS soldier had listened to her and stayed put.
"We need help with the recruit." She said as she yanked open the door and took several steps outside. Ruvim aimed at her. "And why didn't Nika give any instructions but send you?"
Angel's hands went up. The blood had dried by now, but she hoped she had staged it enough to make her lie believable. "He's injured and the recruit has his gear. Nika sent me out to get help." She drew her eyebrows together in a fearful expression. Ruvim lowered the gun but still looked at her with skepticism, causing Angel to look paranoid at the door behind him. "If Nika couldn't stop him, he'll be out of the house any minute." Angel managed to shed a few tears. "Please, Ruvim, I don't want to die yet."
"Okay, okay. Get in the car. Demid will stay with you. I'll see what's going on." Ruvim started to move. He quietly opened the door, he had his gun ready and the safety of.
Angel knew she only had seconds to help the SAS trooper. She had targeted him and exposed him to danger. She quickly approached the car. Demid had rolled up the window pane and got out. He held the car door open for her. She peered once more at the front door, which slammed shut, and then sank her knife into her comrade's chest. She had pressed her hand over his mouth to silence any noise. As his body fell over, she tried to support his weight and kept the impact as quiet as possible.
Next she ran after Ruvim. She still held the knife tightly in her hand. The man, her target, stood on the corner of the room where she had left the soldier alone. When Ruvim heard her footsteps, he turned and swung his weapon's buttstock. Angel's knife reached his upper arm and sank between the muscles and tendons, then the force of the blow to the forehead threw her to the ground. She felt the throbbing pain and the cracked skin from which blood immediately dripped.
Ruvim had put his weapon back on his shoulder and aimed at her. A shot rang out. Angel trembled in anticipation. However, the bullet was not aimed at her.
Her comrade's skull had been pierced with a bullet. There was a bloody hole in his forehead and his eyes rolled sideways. He fell forward, straight onto Angel. The impact knocked the air out of her lungs and she gasped. Ruvim's face was pressed into her chest, only smearing her more with blood. She wasn't sure if some of her ribs were broken and she couldn't tell what part of her chest hurted the most.
She kicked the corpse away and then stared at the spot where the shot came from. In front of her stood Ghost. His gun was aimed at her, but he lowered it and then leaned against the doorframe. His legs were shaking.
"Shit, you gonna pass out." Angel got up and rushed to him. She put his arm around her shoulder and her arm around his back. His weight on her shoulders was pushing her muscles to the limit.
She dragged the big man with her. She had placed her other arm on his chest to prevent him from falling forward. Even tho, she was sure that if he fell, he would have dragged her to the ground with him. Angel feltl his struggle to stay conscious. His gun was still in his hand. One wrong move from her and she would end up like Ruvim.
The front door was still open. Angel didn't bother closing it as they stepped out. "Can you get into the car yourself?" She asked. Her voice squeezed out of her throat, her breathing heavy. "Because I don't think I can get you in there."
A hum left his chest. It vibrated through his whole body and she swallowed nervously. Angel stiffly opened the door for Ghost and let him prop himself up on her shoulder until he had both legs in the car and settled into the seat. She ignored the seat belt as she closed the door and jogged to the trunk.
In a separate box were 2 blood reserves and morphine. With quick movements, the cannula and the tube were connected to the blood reserve and she ran back to the passenger door. The SAS soldier's head and shoulder rested against the window. As soon as Angel would open the door, he would fall against her with his full weight.
Angel got in the other side of the car. The center line of the car separated her from the man. With one leg she knelt on her seat and then climbed between Ghost's legs. She attached the blood reserve to the handle above the door.
"Hey, you can't fall asleep now!" There was more fear in her voice than she cared to admit. She carefully took his face in her hands and lifted the glasses slightly. His eyes were closed and his head swayed limply with every movement Angel made. With her left hand she lifted the balaclava by the edge of the collar and then placed her index and middle fingers on his neck. The throbbing beneath her fingers made her sigh in relief.
She quickly disinfected the blood infusion needle and the skin on his palm. She pushed the needle into his skin and secured the tube with a band-aid. The blood flowed into his veins through the tube.
She bit her lips nervously. Her hand was resting on his muscular thigh as she leaned over him and grabbed the seat belt. She made sure the strap didn't crush the blood reserve tube and that his arm was comfortable before clipping the harness into the buckle. Then she leaned his head back against the window pane, again making sure he didn't accidentally loosen the blood bag from its holder. Next she took the gun out of his limp fingers and tucked it away in the holster of his vest.
Angel climbed back into the driver's seat and started the engine. With a quick movement of her hand, she checked the watch on her wrist. Cursing, she stepped on the gas pedal and hoped to have enough head start.
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Alone Mission: Simon's POV
TW: Canon typical violence, blood, Graves' betrayal, religious imagery
The Alone mission from betrayal to the road to the safehouse.
6200 words
Also on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48546427
It was raining, which was unusual for the desert we’d been scouring for days. This scorched earth would always have disdain for me, it seemed. I’d left a piece of my soul here before. Most of it, if I was honest. The shattered bits I’d managed to take home with me were barely existent, let alone functional.
Maybe it was being back, or maybe it was actually the way I’d been approached by the men around me, but those pieces were aching, begging to be let through. I’d kept my mouth shut unless it was needed, I’d not let any of those jagged-edged pieces show. I was never one to lose my focus, unbreakable for better or worse.
My legs were tired and achy, up into my hips and my lower back, and I was ready to strip out of my filthy clothes and sleep. Not that I’d ever let that be known, not as I sat in casual authority at the back of the truck. Across from Soap. He looked tired as well, which I noticed without much shame. He’d done more than I had this time around, he’d taken risks my calculated mind likely wouldn’t have. I admired that in him, the power to take a chance.
Experienced soldiers could sleep anywhere, when given a moment. I didn’t have a moment, I was still at my post, but he did and I’d expected to watch him nod off, but he hadn’t. He wrung his hands and checked his straps like he was about to enter another battle. Tension rippled through him like something else was coming.
We’d gotten the intel we needed, we were on our way back to sleep on it, to plan next steps, but for some odd reason, the edge was still there.
We got out, we stood in the rain in front of Alejandro’s base, and while I could admit to respect for the man, I could never shake the feeling that Mexico itself was a prison built just for me. Maybe if my soul were whole, I would be able to show some of the nerves I felt as Graves exited his vehicle ahead of ours and turned to address us.
I was a leader, a good one, born to handle situations like these. But I was behind Graves, and his General, Shepherd. I had to be careful how I moved or risk putting Soap in danger. I glanced at him, watching him take a questioning stance of his own, his hands gripping the straps of his vest. We were alone out there, really. If something went south, there were three groups at play. Graves and his Shadows, Alejandro and his men, Soap and I. I suddenly wished he wasn’t there.
I deserved things like this. Betrayal, lack of ability to trust. A knife blade found its way into my chest years earlier, and it existed just to be twisted. It hurt worse, though, when the edges of the wound had finally begun to heal. I fought a retreat, an urge to run. Forever my downfall, a self-protective quality that had never done me any good and yet it sat at the back of my throat like a scream as I watched hot-headed Alejandro square his shoulders and question the American Commander.
It would make sense to run, except that I was anchored to my spot by another pair of booted feet.
“Are you threatening us?” I called from the following vehicle, not moving closer and not changing my stance.
“I don’t make threats,” Graves replied, “I make guarantees.”
Soap turned his head, I caught it in my line of sight and met his frowning, blue eyes. Carefully. It was only us, we had to be careful. This was what he’d felt, the wrong energy. And this is what I’d dreaded. That horrible, empty, sinking feeling of being right about something you’d hoped desperately was anxiety, suspicion, but not truth. A small satisfaction in being able to see the horror coming and the self-doubt in knowing I always saw it. I always felt the fuse lit, the floor about to fall out.
It was only a split second that I was connected with him before he turned back to Graves, threatening to call Shepherd. He didn’t need me. He didn’t need me to tell him the betrayal went deeper, further than the blond rat standing in front of him.
Johnny was one of the smartest men I’d ever met, though it had taken some convincing for me to believe it. The warmth and fearlessness with which he had approached me, the speed at which we had trusted each other, it pointed to a mind more impulsive, less observant. But I’d watched him work, and I’d found him to be a dichotomy of what I felt was incredibly intelligent and not careful enough. He didn’t know how dangerous I was, that he shouldn’t be in physical reach of me, that I destroyed things that fell into my orbit.
Price had trusted him, like he trusted me, and I held onto my relationship with the Captain even as it cut into my hands. The blood that ran back down my tired arms was a reminder that I was alive, I wasn’t actually a ghost, and there was still good in the world. Price was someone I would trust until he spat in my face, and that had become a lifeline. Price trusted Soap, and so I had allowed an opening, and he fit himself into it so easily.
I wasn’t going to lose him.
I stepped forward, prepared to speak again, but Alejandro lunged and the Shadows began shooting. My focus zeroed on the threat, the fatigue in my body secondary to instinct. That was a skill that couldn’t be learned, proof I was destined for this moment and the destruction that came with it.
I grabbed the nearest shadow, a blade already in my hand. He hadn’t hit the ground before I turned and landed it in another shadow’s neck, above his armor. I had seen Soap grab someone as a human shield but he was in Graves’ direct line of sight and suddenly I was fighting to get back to him.
He was capable, an incredibly quick thinker, he didn’t need me. But I needed to know. I needed to know that if I broke free, he was able to follow. Willing to. I didn’t doubt him, but I doubted every other soul in our vicinity.
I dropped down and made my way to the back of the vehicle I’d been inside not more than a few minutes prior. I rounded the bumper in time to hear the weapons fire again, and see Soap fall backward, the dead weight of the Shadow on top of him.
I couldn’t tell if he was hit, just that he was immediately trying to get back to his feet. But he turned and looked at me first.
It was a different look than before, branded by determination. On fire with it, and not an ounce of fear. The fear was all in me, a heart I would have labeled as cold stone raced in terror at his exposure, the possibility that I’d have to run without him, leave his body behind. I’d be the one to call his mum and tell her I’d failed. I’d answer to the only man I owed my life to for losing his Sergeant. I’d have to answer to myself for whatever the fuck this feeling was.
I never wanted to lose men, but it was a part of this life. Since taking the title, I’d never felt a stronger desire to take someone’s place. I couldn’t save us both, I could only hope we had it in us to save ourselves.
“Go, Johnny. Get out of there.” I urged him over the sound of the rain. He hesitated, but he was sorely outnumbered. So, I ordered him. “Soap, go!”
And then I ran. Like the dog I was, tail between my legs. I could have stayed, gone down in a blaze of glory, I could have given Graves what he was asking for. Our martyrdom. But I ran. And I tried to find Soap, but I couldn’t. I tried to find a way to reach him that wouldn’t lead the Shadows to us, but I couldn’t.
Once I was in the full cover of darkness, the only sound around me my own heavy footsteps, I slowed to a brisk walk. I had to get us out, I had to think that when Soap dipped over that barrier, he also ran, and he’d make it into town, just like I had. I ran my hand over my face again. The rain made the mask heavy, hard to breathe through, but I left it on. I deserved the punishment.
The shadows were already there, wreaking havoc, but I knew I could get ahead of them. I could clear a path for the possibly injured Sergeant, make it safe for him to get to me, and to get him out. I wouldn’t fail, this wouldn’t be for nothing. I gritted my teeth, picking up the pace again. Johnny was somewhere in those same trees, and likely in pain. It was better than thinking of the alternative. That when I turned my back on him, the bullets in the Commander’s gun landed. That I’d left him.
The rain never let up, not even for a second, baptizing me in the shame of my own blindness. How had I not seen, with eyes tuned so carefully to betrayal, what Graves was planning? And with a hot sickening flutter in my gut, I wondered if I’d let the Sergeant, my Sergeant, become the distraction that buried us both. Perhaps all the times my eyes had fallen to him, all the times his voice had been the only sound I heard, I had missed what the shadows were planning.
I fully stopped, then, grounding myself. With an entire company and General Shepherd behind him, Graves would have carried out his plan regardless of my knowledge. And in fact, given the display of violence that evening, Graves might have killed me if he thought I was on to him, and then Soap and I might both be dead.
I began walking again, and my feet hit pavement. I wouldn’t let myself regret watching him, learning him. He was a bright spot in all this, I refused to believe he could be put out. Even by me.
Walking through the city was like walking through hell. The shadows were already there, as I’d suspected, and they were killing their way through the edge of town, making their way to the center. People screamed, and I chose not to drown them out. I chose to let their cries feed the anger it would take to survive this. There wasn’t much I could do to help them except take out the Shadow’s in my path and survive long enough to stop Graves.
Rarely did I resent working alone, but the silence in my ear spoke to my lack of direction, and it was incredibly loud, like the sound of water in your ears as you drown. No one on overwatch, no one giving me cues or updates. No one calling for me, needing me, no one at all.
I stopped again, I felt my hands shake. A gun would do me no good here, it would only get me found out. That was fine, I could work with my hands. But I wanted to be found by one in particular. I looked around for a landmark, somewhere I could have Soap find me. And I tried to hurry. The longer we were apart the more danger we were in.
I could see the church up ahead of me, near the old square. It was tall and obvious but enough open space to lay low in. It would have to work. I began flipping through channels, looking for Johnny.
Nothing came for a long time, nothing but the increasingly annoying voice of Philip Graves and the answers of his minions. Plenty of them, too, even though I’d killed double digits on my way up.
I wanted to wonder how this was planned, to what extent Shepherd was involved, what the end goal involving Hassan was, but all I could wonder was whether I had left Johnny to die. If he was injured, captured, I didn’t have confidence in my ability to save him. I needed him to come to me.
The rain kept the heat out of the air, but not out of my eyes and throat and chest. I searched for my voice and called out for Soap.
“Soap, this is Ghost. Come in.”
Nothing. I got closer to the church.
“Soap—How copy?”
Silence.
“Johnny?”
By the time I entered the church, I was praying. I didn’t know to whom, god had closed our channels of communication when I was too young to remember. I prayed to Mary, knowing she could relate to the urge to protect, the desire to spare those more innocent.
I felt numb to the idea that it was over. That I would have to make a decision at some point in time to go back for him or save myself.
“Johnny…how copy?”
“Solid.”
I prayed again, dear god. He heard me. “Thought I’d lost you.”
It was quiet for a moment, indicating Soap was still moving and that he was staying hidden.
I spoke again, I got nervous. I wanted him to answer me, when it was safe. “You injured?”
“I’m not a medic.” His tone was light, and allowed him to avoid a real answer.
“Tell me something I don’t know.” I retorted. Something that hadn’t crossed my mind was that Soap might question me. That he might worry I was with them.
I felt colder, then. The heat from before seeping out as I realized how badly I needed him just to believe me. “Keep your blood in you.”
“Where are you?” He asked, ignoring my order.
“There’s a church, near the square. We’ll RV there.” I promised him, and suddenly not waiting for him was the worst mistake of my life.
Maybe it didn’t matter that it was Soap, maybe I would be this battered over anyone. But it was him. He was alive, but I had left him, and I wouldn’t be able to relax until I fixed that.
His voice came back through my earpiece and I listened for any indication of his actual condition. “Graves and Shadows are on a killing spree.” Even if I couldn’t tell if he was physically injured, I could still hear injury in his voice.
“They’re looking for Hassan.”
“And us.” Something in me settled. The collective pronoun indicated Soap saw us as in it together.
We were, and we would be. To the end of it. Not a distraction, a motivation.
“Fuckin hell.” Soap whispered over comms after another moment of silence.
I shifted, delusionally hoping he would appear soon, that somehow he was much closer than I’d thought. I didn’t ask what he’d seen. I decided to be the voice, the one I was missing in my ear, the direction. Something to hold onto.
“Advise you move interior. The streets will only get worse.”
I listened to him dig around for something to break into the building with. I listened to his breathing, how much effort it took. He was hurt, I could tell, and if he was losing blood then this might all be futile.
All of it. Directing him, hunting Hassan, the mission, the task force, my title, my existence. I turned and looked up at stained glass above me. It was a starkly beautiful contrast to the blood in the streets on the other side.
He made another sound and we both clung to the lifeline, it had to equally hold our weight from that point forward. “What are you seeing?”
“A bloodbath.”
My heart ached, not for him in particular, but for every innocent that would bury a loved one in the morning. We would face our horrors then, too. For the night, the only goal was getting out alive.
“Watch your back. You have zero allies down there.”
“We’re friends, no?” He sounded like he was distracting himself, and I had the urge to keep him talking, keep him awake and upright.
“Friendship’s not in the field manual, Johnny.” And it wasn’t a lie. There was no guide to this, no black and white. I had no idea how to handle it at all.
“Neither is mask making.” And I heard his smile, rarer than people realized, and it filled me with a horrible sadness. One I’d been fighting off.
Outside the walls of the church, he was the martyr. He was the sacrificial lamb I watched from my high, ironclad tower. People came there for safety, it was the home of hope and guilt and an equalization of glory and status. People sought solace there in a world where no night was a safe one. I’d stolen it in hopes he’d seek the same in me.
I was there to haunt their safest place, the one room in which they may find peace, and I had tracked their blood in on my battle-worn boots. My existence was blasphemy, and I prayed again, that saving the one life still breathing in my ear might lessen the blow of my existence.
“What’s the latest?” I kept my voice quiet but it still sounded like a gong in the silent church.
“They’re killing everyone in their path.” Soap answered. “Kids, Ghost. Women.”
I swallowed. I had heard them too. “War crimes.”
“Think we’ll get the green light to go after these guys?”
“No green lights, Johnny. We’re on our own.”
“What about Price?” I could hear his hesitation. He may trust me, man to man, but we still needed help. We needed understanding.
“He isn’t here.” I swallowed, trying to sound confident. “He can’t bail us out this time.”
“Alejandro won’t trust us either, not after this.” He stated.
“We’ll see.” I knew where Soap came from in the statement, but I could also see qualities in Alejandro that I recognized. He’d know we were in this betrayal together. “Start with trusting yourself.”
“Good advice, L.T. I wanna be like you when I grow up.”
The walls suddenly felt closer. “You want to be better than me, Johnny.”
“Got my work cut out then.”
If the walls got much closer, they might begin to feel like a tomb. “That you do.”
He believed I was good. In skill, in character, it didn’t matter. I might have written it off as patronizing or stupidity but I knew worn, scared Johnny had neither in him.
“Think I’ll live that long?” He asked.
So I lied, because of course he would live that long. Longer. He’d outlive me and whatever ‘good’ I was by leaps and bounds.
“Probably not.”
He quieted and I let my mind race in every wrong direction, preparing for what I might lose. I didn’t even have a name for it, or a chance to bury it.
“Did you see the caged dog?” Soap was back in my ear again and I had begun to calculate how long we could wait before leaving town. We, because I wouldn’t be leaving alone. Not with breath in me.
“If he barks, shoot him and repo quickly. Don’t get compromised.”
“You are stone cold, Simon.”
My name, his mouth. I was sure he’d said it before, but I choked on the wish that it hadn’t come at the end of such an accurate description. I hated my name, the only thing my mother and father had done together was choose it. And then they’d left me to deal with it alone.
But when Johnny said it, I felt a bit of my façade crumble. I was across the room, looking at myself. I was the real Simon, a worthy existence on a church altar, not cowering at the window in hope of fulfilling my role as Lieutenant Riley.
“What has two legs and bleeds?” I heard myself speak, dissolving the moment.
I heard Johnny huff a laugh before replying. “Don’t tell me…”
“Half a dog.” I half-grinned, proud of myself.
“I asked you not to tell me.”
The next sound out of him was a pained grunt, a heavier, straining breath. I swallowed, I felt my own strained breath match it. “Give me a sit-rep.”
“Outside, gated alley.”
I swallowed. He sounded more tired, little edges of desperation bled in around that angry determination from before. “Stay low.”
“Copy.”
“You may get a brag rag for this.” I doubted he cared about accolades, but I didn’t know any other way to say I was proud of him. Proud to be the one he was stuck with, proud to be waiting for him.
He was the best of us, I was honored to guide and guard that truth.
“That’s all rubbish.” He countered, and he sounded honest.
“The church is north of you, and I’m in sniper position watching for you, alright?”
I didn’t continue until he answered. “Yeah.”
“Find you’re way there. We’re gonna make it.”
It was quiet for a while but Soap left his line open. I might normally have reprimanded him for that, but I was thankful for the sound of his feet on the wet ground.
“You missing a knife, Ghost?” I startled at his voice, lost in thought about how I was going to control my reaction if he actually found me.
My adrenaline would be high, I’d be focused on leaving town. He wouldn’t see anything he shouldn’t.
“Several.”
“Think I found one.”
Like a breadcrumb. “Some of the dead Shadows are my handiwork.”
“You came through here?”
“On my way to the church.” Keep him talking, fuck the subject.
“And you left me?” He didn’t sound upset, but god, I was sorry.
“I’m used to working alone.” A truth we both took a moment to swallow.
“So much for no man left behind.” He grumbled. I was sorry, but I had seen no other path. I still didn’t.
“Just get yourself here, Johnny. I’m trying to keep you alive, get you here in one piece.” Even I felt the shift in my tone, the honesty.
We’d only been working together for a short time, but that very first meeting, something had clicked. I wasn’t much for shitting where I ate, I’d never had time for it. This was quite different. Much worse.
“Taken a shine to me, then?” Maybe the voice in my head was audible over comms.
“Not in the slightest.” His flirting calmed me down. If he had a little humor left, then he had a lot of strength still yet. “Still got a lot of ground to cover.”
“I fashioned a trip mine.”
“A man after my own heart.”
He moved away from his trap, and again toward me. “You have a heart?”
“A stone cold one, remember?”
A lot more action came after that. I could hear Johnny fumbling through houses and gathering the items he needed to protect himself as he went, and he stayed quiet, as I’d told him to. Every so often, he’d tell me what he saw, what he found. I just kept urging him closer.
It wasn’t so long, it wasn’t long enough to get caught, but we were losing our safety window. I was losing my mask. I would hope Soap would have left me. That he wouldn’t sit to wait. He was stronger than me, smarter. He’d know I wasn’t worth it.
And yet, I knew better. I knew he’d wait. He would have waited to begin with.
I looked back down at the altar again. Christ had been a worthy sacrifice, it was why he was called the savior. Those that followed him weren’t forced. It wasn’t rank. They adored him, they loved him. If he had been like me, born into my home, then maybe he too would be sitting at the window with a gun instead, trying to atone for all the wrongs done to him.
Soap made that sound again, a pained groan, bitten off like he was trying to hide it.
“Feeling weak, are you?” I straightened, ready to rise to my feet. To go and carry him. I clicked the safety on my gun.
“A bit shaky, sir. Yeah.” The deep breath he took sounded like relief, like he was giving himself a moment to rest. Like he trusted me enough to admit to it.
The rarely used honorific was his way of falling backward, onto his role. Begging me to uphold mine.
“Graves tried to kill us. Would stand to reason if you were a little off.”
Saying it out loud, in the small space of the radio line between us, it made it real. It made him real. He was coming to me, solid and determined. A human being, tough and gentle at once. I thought of him more than I should think of anyone but my next target, I knew that, and it was terrifying. Not just now but since his hand on my shoulder the first night we met.
“It’s pishin’ it doon out here.” He was grumbling again, like he’d forgotten that I was there.
I liked hearing him slip into his home vernacular, and I knew exactly what he was saying. I was smiling when I too grumbled. “Speak English.”
“It’s raining fucking hard.” He snapped, the same humor in him from before. The one that told me he was still trying to live.
“Rain’s good, it’ll cover your tracks.”
“Covers theirs too.” He argued.
The fear was edging into his voice again, I was so sure he didn’t want me to hear it, but hearing it was my job. I would never not hear him. Again, I had to face the fact that he might not make it. That I might have to run out alone, face this without his soul on the same plane as mine. Any second, I might hear it. His panic, his last breath.
“Let’s worry about you, Johnny.”
“So you do like me?”
I did, and I refused to lie in church. “I like you alive.”
“Well you’re in luck. I found a stim.”
A little tension went out of my shoulders, a little nervousness I didn’t realize I was holding. I had decided he was going to make it, there was no second option, but I still felt the relief.
I heard gunshots in the background, and I heard them in my vicinity at the same time. He was getting close. I sat straight again, so I could get him through the tunnels, the last steps to my location.
I looked at my watch. “Johnny…Graves is burning the midnight oil to find us. Why?”
“Graves and Shepherd are both involved.” He paused, thinking. “We need to get to the bottom of it.”
I heard more gunfire. “Right now, we aren’t safe here.”
“Right now,” he lowered his voice to a whisper, “we aren’t safe anywhere, L.T.”
You’ll be safe with me.
Gunshots rang closer to the church. I looked at Mary’s face and wondered if I should light a candle for all the soul Mexico had sucked out of me.
“I’m in the coffee shop.”
“Get us a tea.”
“Fuckin Brits.” I heard him struggle with a door, making his way closer. “You’re gonna owe me for this.”
“Why?” I closed my eyes, knowing I couldn’t see him in whatever building he crawled through, and I imagined his face as he spoke.
“We’re fixing each other’s problems.”
“What’s my problem?” I wondered what he’d say. The chill he’d already mentioned, the emotionless destruction, overly harsh leadership.
“The mask.” Ah. The thing that covered up all of it. “Take it off.”
I shifted. I wondered then if he was unsure he would make it. If he was thinking through a fantasy.
“Show my face?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Negative.”
“Are you ugly?” I ignored the thought of that shattered soul, unworthy sacrifice, runner, coward. I grabbed onto his humor.
“Quite the opposite.”
He chuckled, and it was warm and friendly, and I was desperate for it to be in my ear for real. “I doubt that.”
The tension in the next bout of silence was hopeful. Soap still had a ways to go. I was debating going out to the tunnels, meeting him somewhere that was safer for him, but I could hear Shadows outside and I held my place in my stone tomb, knowing it was selfish to want to live to leave with him. I had to get Soap out, I didn’t have to go.
But I wanted.
“Still upright?”
He answered right away. “So far, so good.”
“The church is surrounded by tunnels, one leading out from the church. It’s flooded, Johnny, you’ll have to swim.”
“Can’t wait.”
“Tell me when you’re close, alright? I’m here.”
Five more minutes, I needed five more minutes. They’d find me, and I needed Johnny to get past the tunnels. Then he’d be free.
“Talk to me, Johnny.”
“I found the tunnel.”
“Push through, you’re nearly here.”
“Yes, sir.” He whispered.
Maybe I’d carry him anyway. The stim would get him to me, but if he was injured enough to need it then I didn’t want to push him too hard. And I wanted the weight of him on my shoulders, I wanted some fucked up excuse to feel his heartbeat against my body. Maybe it would touch those pieces of my soul that had broken free.
I was afraid I’d lose my line to him while he was in the water, so I held my breath as if I were alongside him and wondered how I would find him if we got disconnected for real. I could have found his body much easier in the street than I could in the water and my throat closed around the thought.
I wasn’t this man. I didn’t care this way.
“Through the water, L.T. The area’s blocked off.”
“Go through the shops.” I said, finally taking a breath. Now he was close enough to taste.
“Got a way through.”
I sat up slowly, facing my own predicament. The shadows were at the door to the church and they’d proven that there was no holy ground in the city. Graves was with them if what I could hear of their conversation was to be believed.
“The shadows are here.” I kept my voice low, packing everything but my rifle, my eyes still on where I knew the Sergeant would emerge. “Meet me out front. We’ll find a vehicle.”
“Ghost…”
“Yeah, Soap.”
He hesitated. He understood. “I’ll find you. I’m not—”
“Johnny?” I whispered. He didn’t answer.
I got my eye on the scope. This was my grand announcement, letting them know where I sat, and if it cleared the way for Johnny then it was worth the sacrifice. I could see the dark outline of him on the ground, and the Shadow standing over him taking his orders. And I shot.
“Holy hell—Ghost, was that you?” Breathless, pushing to his feet.
“Yes, now go.”
Soap ran. “How copy?”
“Got company in the church.” I tossed my gun over my shoulder crept toward the door. “Get to the steps, I’ll be there.”
“Copy, L.T.”
We were both breathless, we both knew this was what the night had led to. This was how we won, escaping with our lives. Doing it together. Holding our trust in each other, not in kid gloves, but an iron-walled safe.
I got out, I got to the steps. If I timed it right—
“Ghost!” I heard Soap over comms, and through the night, his voice in my ear.
“Soap.” I moved toward him, jumping the gate and immediately leading him down the steps.
The Shadows we’d avoided to that point were moving in. If it ended then, at least it would look like we hadn’t given up.
“We need a vehicle, on me. They know it’s us.”
“Contact, dead ahead.” He said from my shoulder, and I took the man out.
“Watch the alley.” I directed, glad for the cover, not realizing the relief of having him there. “Pickup ahead, the lights are on.”
“See it.”
“I’ll drive.” He stumbled on broken cobble stones and I nearly reached for him.
I could see it, as he approached, the bullet wound in his right arm. He was lucky it hadn’t hit an artery, and I knew the stim would only force his heart to pump more of the blood out, over his unnaturally pale skin. He had stopping powder in it, but it had bled plenty before it was applied, and it still dribbled down the cut muscles of his upper arm and off his gloved hand. But we would make it now. We would get far enough that I could stop and look at it, tie something tighter around it. Save him.
“Get in.” I said, like there was any other option.
He did, I watched his every move as he shut the door and I removed the body of the man in the driver’s seat. There was a bit of light, I could see his wide, blue eyes, and how they looked like they’d seen too much, like he didn’t trust they wouldn’t miss something.
“You made it, Johnny.” I reached for him. I put my hand on his leg. It wasn’t the same as pulling him against my body and over my shoulder, but it was enough.
“We made it, Simon.” He closed his eyes for one second, and opened them int time to press an arm against my chest. “Get back.”
He shot a Shadow aiming for me, and I crashed the fence surround the area and hit the road out of town.
Now that I had him beside me, my heart was in my throat. All the praying I’d done had opened me up like a wound, I felt too much. I wished I hadn’t taken my hand off of him. He wouldn’t understand why. I didn’t understand why.
“I came through the bar.” He stated.
“And didn’t bring any tequila?”
“Mm.” He shook his head, laying it back against the seat. “I could use one right about now.”
“I’d murder for a whiskey.” I mumbled, thinking of all the places I’d rather be.
“You mean scotch?” He sounded tired again, his adrenaline wearing off.
“I drink bourbon.” It felt like I’d stripped naked in front of him, admitting something so personal.
He took it in stride. “Like a good ol’ boy.”
I smiled slightly. “Stay awake, Johnny. Don’t bow out on me now.”
He blinked, staring at the roof of the beater as we flew down the rough road. “You didn’t have to wait for me.”
I stopped the truck, as I’d promised myself. I pulled the small medpack from the back of my vest as I got out. He raised up to watch as I rounded the hood and approached his door.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, and I could hear he was trying to muster his energy again.
“I’ll always wait for you, do you hear me? Come on,” I motioned for his arm, “let me see.”
He shook his head. “We should go, Simon, we aren’t far enough from town.”
“I didn’t get you this far to lose you on the drive out.” I stared at his face until I caught his eyes. He turned to face me, his feet planted on the running board. “I just want to wrap it up, you’re still bleeding.”
“Alright.” He breathed, closing his eyes again, this time against the pain.
“I’ve got a location in mind, if we have the gas to get there.” He didn’t question me, reaching for my shoulder with his good hand, bracing himself. “You did good, Johnny. There’s nothing else we could have done.”
“We could have.” He shook his head. “We could have done more.” He wasn’t challenging me, I knew. He was challenging himself, his beliefs.
“Dying in his line of fire would have been giving him what he wanted.”
Soap opened his eyes. “I’d be dead if it weren’t for you.”
“No.” I didn’t say it just for his benefit, I truly didn’t believe it. “You would have been fine.”
“Take off the mask.”
I froze, looking quickly back up at him. “What?”
“I want to know who’s under there. I’ve seen enough of you, haven’t I? Tonight.”
He was right. He had. He’d seen what I hadn’t shown him, what I hadn’t let out. I pulled it off without thinking further, and I looked back up at him like a dead man waiting to see if heaven’s gates would open.
His hand went from my shoulder to my neck, warm and solid, just as I’d imagined him. He softened a bit. “Thank you.”
I just nodded, unsure what to say. Unsure what he was thanking me for.
“You’re not ugly.” His shoulders dropped a bit, full of relief.
“Oh?”
“Not a problem, either.” He said quietly, and I pushed his legs back into the car.
I had no way of knowing how blood he’d lost but he seemed coherent, to an extent. And his pulse was normal. I climbed in and continued the drive to the safe house.
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Yo you had a Joong dream? Tell me why I had a San dream. Specifically(here comes the delulu) I woke up several times bc I’ve had a migraine for two days and it’s been miserable 🙃, but when I fell back asleep this morning and woke up from this dream was at midnight(on his birthday) in Seoul.
The dream was a cute date, I can’t remember much but there was cuddling I think. I distinctly remember we were walking side by side outside, and he put his arm around my shoulders and I leaned in and put my arm around his waist. I leaned in further and wrapped my other arm around his waist from the front so I was like side hugging him while we were walking. I remember him being so warm and cozy(literally physically felt how warm he was) and very solid(?) if that makes sense. I just felt so safe and warm and cared for kinda. Like he was being very sweet, duh it’s San 🙄. And it started raining and he grabbed my hand and we started running to get to cover. And we did and ya ya blah blah we were soaking wet and laughing super hard and he was being cuddly while we waited for a ride so I didn’t get too cold. (That’s when I woke up) He was just so fucking warm and like solid and strong? Like big arms around me and like hugging him like just solid is the only word I can think of.
Annnyyywwaaayyysss now I want that gross cute shit and cuddles but I’m ALONE
But imagine you get under the cover after running through the rain and his tshirt is wet and stuck to him and yours is too and you’re freezing and he’s cuddling you but you can’t help but notice how fucking hot he looks because he’s being so so affectionate and caring and at the same time I can see his “rippling pectorals” through his shirt and his hair is wet and he just pushed it back with a couple pieces hanging in his face. So you get in a taxi and go back to his place and dry off. He changes into dry clothes and gives you a dry hoodie and sweats of his. He starts making you some tea and some soup, but you can’t shake the way your skin lights up every time he touches you. You decide sneak a cheeky little kiss on his kind of neck/shoulder and then he kisses you back on the forehead and tells you how beautiful you are in his clothes. He then strokes your cheek and asks if you’re still cold. You say yes so he pulls you into his arms. When you look up at him, the tension in the room could be cut with a knife. He leans in to kiss you and you accidentally let out a lil whimper. He pulls back to look at you quizzically and read your face but your pupils are blown out. You don’t even notice but you have a death grip on his shirt sleeves so he turns off the stove and says he’ll worry about the soup later and picks you up by the backs of your thighs and carries you to his room and proceeds to really warm you up and kisses every inch of your skin and then devours you like the good service top he is.
*sigh* yeahhhh….
Happy Sannie Day(and Sunday or whatever day it is for you) thank you for continuing to feed us romance and filth and I’m obsessed with your page. Keep being amazing and wonderful and stay thirsty 😉.
Xx,
🖤Anon
Babygirl, thank you so much for the DETAIL!!!
You left an entire bakery here for me and I ate ALLLLL THE CRUMBS AND PASTRIES!
I have nothing but appreciation to contribute to how beautiful your mind works and how romantic and sensual this moment feels.
San with dark, wet hair hanging in his eyes just does SOMETHING! ALOT OF THINGS TO ME!
The man could wear a potato sack and still look sexy and he's so talented and has such a soft soul and sparkling personality!!!
San honestly shows more care and nurture into Atiny's than I see some men do in their REAL-LIFE RELATIONSHIPS with their REAL PARTNERS!
I think that's why parasocial relationships with the members of Ateez are so severe because their paid fanservice is more fulfilling than most situationships and casual partners now.
They also need us as much as we need them which I didn't realise until I saw so many of fancalls with San where his face genuinely lights up at atiny's remarks and compliments.
So, I feel like the parasocial relationship on their end is more than what I was anticipating.
Anyway, I got my attention diverted but thank you for this beautiful piece of work, I will dream well tonight.
PLease keep commenting, sharing your thoughts, supporting and just being you :)
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perfect - an h.s one shot °•. ✿ .•°
PART THREE read part one here ! part two here !
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themes/triggers/tropes: fluff, angst, lime, arguing, fake dating, relationship...fixing?
As she woke the next morning, her vision was fuzzy. The light pierced through her eyelids, forcing her to twist around in her bedsheets. She grabbed the sheets covering her and she pulled it over her head. She felt groggy, sick, and unwanted, even by herself. She sat up, trying her best to deal with the blinding natural light seeping through the white curtains, and leaned against the headboard. Her mouth hung open as her eyelashes fluttered. She didn’t know much time had passed when she heard the door open. Niall came in with a wooden tray of food and milk.
“Good morning,” Niall mumbled, his voice still fresh from waking up not much earlier. He placed the tray on her lap and sat at the end of her bed. She looked at it and said nothing.
“I’m sorry about last night, Nova.”
“It’s fine. Thank you for this,” she said, pointing at the food in front of her. She took some toast and it crunched between her numb teeth. She went for the burnt side first, letting the smoky flavor soak into her tongue, melting on her mouth.
“I really didn’t know that would happen,” he said, “or else I would have, you know, not have it happen.” A small smile slipped out.
“Yeah, I understand.” Nova took a little amount of butter and spread it across a piece of the slightly less burnt side of the toast. “It’s not your fault.” Was that a lie?
She finished her breakfast, just a few pieces of toast, in silence. She enjoyed it, but it would’ve been better with a bit more talking. She couldn’t find it in herself to speak with him. Not because she was mad, but she didn’t know what to say about the night before. She thought of Harry’s eyes and the way they stabbed into her heart like a knife. The way he kissed Evangeline in front of her. He trailed kisses down her entire body, looking straight at his ex. Right in the eyes. She caught a sparkle, only for a split second. He looked down and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, pulling her into his lap.
“Hey,” Niall said, snapping her out of her thoughts, “why don’t I take this and how about we talk a walk through L.A.? I think you’ll like it,” he took the tray from her, bouncing it in his hands to get a better grip on it, “it’s changed a bit since you’ve been here last.”
“Sure. That’d be nice.”
He left her room with the door open. She shuffled underneath the covers, getting comfortable. She was excited, but nervous. What if he was still here?
°•. ✿ .•°
The Los Angeles air was crisp and warm. Nova wore a gray cardigan and white bicycle shorts. Niall walked beside her in a light leather jacket and jeans, black sunglasses shading his eyes from the blinding sun over the mountains. Nova felt that this walk was better than New York. Was it the refreshed feeling of being somewhere new? Was it the softness of her shoes on unfamiliar cement? It could’ve been Niall, strolling casually on the left of the sidewalk. He glanced over at her a couple of times, checking on her. She returned a smile. Getting fresh air made Nova feel a lot better, but when she forgot to focus on the beauty around her, the nausea began to kick her again.
“What else happened?” Nova asked, slipping her hands into the pockets of her cardigan, which ever so gracefully brushed the sensitive skin of her legs. The light breeze made her hair stand on end.
“What do you mean?”
“Did Harry say anything else?” She was desperate. She had to know everything.
“After the party, he stayed in the kitchen. He just… stared at me. I didn’t know what to say, really.”
Niall explained it in great detail.
Harry sat at the bar with a glass of whiskey, swirling it around. Sorrow filled his eyes, but hints of anger and excitement flashed by.
“Where’s your girlfriend?” Niall asked, wiping the counter down with a soapy rag, then flipping it to the other side to dry.
“Outside. I wanted to talk to you.”
“About?”
“About Nova.”
Niall perked his head up and stopped cleaning, throwing the towel onto the counter and wiping his forehead, getting rid of the invisible sweat.
“What about her?”
“I don’t know,” Harry started, taking a sip from his drink then placing it in front of the towel, “what’s been going on with her?”
“You’d have to ask her that. It’s not my business to tell,” Niall concluded, continuing to clean.
“Oh, come on, Niall. Just tell me a little?” He pinched his index finger and his thumb as close as possible.
“No. You have her number, right?”
“I deleted it,” Harry said. Niall swept his hair out of his face and sighed.
“She’s doing fine, as far as you're concerned.”
“Does she miss me?”
Niall hesitated, “like I said, you would have to ask her yourself. It’s none of my business to know, or to tell you.” Harry said something incoherent under his breath, most likely a curse.
“Can you give me her number?”
“Not without her permission. I’ll ask her tomorrow.”
“Where is she?”
“Why are you asking all these questions if you already have a girlfriend?” Niall raised his voice, tossing the towel onto the counter harder than before. Harry didn’t respond. Niall rarely raised his voice, which made Harry roll his eyes and take another long sip of his drink.
“Who do you care about more, Harry? Who do you love?”
“Don’t ask me that, Niall—” his monotonous answer was cut off by Niall’s sudden and shocking enthusiasm.
“If you care so much about Nova, then why’d you bring this new chick along?”
“Niall—”
“If you care so much about Nova, then you wouldn’t have broken her heart.” He was inches away from Harry, being bombarded with both of their alcohol heavy breaths. Niall swung his cleaning towel over his shoulder and marched upstairs, leaving Harry with an empty glass and three words he longed to say to her again.
Niall finished his side of the story with a sigh, turning to face Nova again. Her expression was blank and her eyes had lost that glimmer. He could tell she was thinking long and hard about the story. Hopefully she believes me, he thought.
“So, he wants my number?” Nova mumbled.
“Apparently. I could give it to him, if you want—”
“I have it already. Don’t worry.” She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts to the H’s. It was an easy find, with his contact name being quite literally, “H.♡” Niall glanced over her shoulder, but his own shoulders dropped in disappointment. Nova sighed at the name, but clicked on it anyway.
“You’re texting him now?”
“No. And who said I was going to text him?”
°•. ✿ .•°
The sand between her toes singed the soles of her feet. The warm sun touched her skin from behind. Niall made the suggestion that they spend the afternoon at the beach. He made sure she wore an outfit that would suit her comfortably in the blaring sun. He wore a tank top underneath his jacket and slipped on his swim trunks when she wasn’t there. Nova took off her cardigan and had a white short sleeved shirt.
She hadn’t swam in the ocean in years. The idea of putting herself in the same area of possible fish pee didn’t satisfy her. It made her even more nauseous.
“Come on,” Niall grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her down the beach. There were hundreds of people under umbrellas, on towels, or just rushing around, building sandcastles with their kids or playing tag. In the distance, a boombox could be heard blasting classic summer hits.
He sat them down at the edge of the sand, just lightly allowing their toes to dip into the sea. It sent a chill down her spine, but she quickly got used to it.
“This is nice,” Nova muttered, placing her hands in the burning sand, leaning back. The horizon was endless. Her mind drifted into a tranquil state, taking in the feel of the cool summer breeze down her neck. She took a long breath, the salty scent of the sea filled her senses. A slight taste of fish stayed at the tip of her tongue. She tried to swallow it back, but it stayed.
The length of the horizon traveled as far as she could see. She felt a twinge in her heart, thinking of how wonderful this moment would be with Harry. She looked over to see Niall flicking his toes in and out of the water, making little splashes that touched her own feet. Spending this time with Niall was enough for her. He was a great friend, always being there for her. As upset as she was at him for inviting Harry to the party the night before, she had to forgive him if he’d give her moments like these.
A seagull flew above their heads after an hour or so of soaking in the sun and admiring the sea, “Are you hungry?” Niall asked, getting to his feet. Nova nodded as he helped her up. They walked off of the beach and slid their shoes back on when they reached the car.
The restaurant Niall chose wasn’t far. It was known for its killer steaks, which he loved. They sat down in a booth, ordered, and waited patiently for their food.
“I haven’t been out to eat somewhere this fancy in a long time. Are you sure no one will see you?” Nova asked.
“I come here all the time,” he replied, looking around the special area he rented out in the restaurant so no one would bother them. The last thing she wanted was for him to be caught with a random girl.
Their food came and the waitress warned them of its blazing hot temperature. The steam rose from the steak, hitting Nova in the face. Niall blew on his and started to cut into it, pushing it apart to let the heat out. Nova stared at her, admiring the beautiful grill marks around the edges. The waitress placed a large plate of vegetables in the middle of the table for the both of them to share, as well as side dishes of homemade sweet potato fries. She loved those.
The meal filled her to the brim. A combination of the steak, vegetable, and sweet potato fries on the side, she, along with her stomach, would regret it later. Niall sipped his water and sat against the back of the booth.
“How was that?” He asked.
“It was great, thank you.” Nova said, patting her stomach and stretching her arms out above her head. She was already quite drowsy.
“Good. I think we should get going. It’s getting late.” He stood up and slipped his jacket back on. They walked out of the restaurant and into the car, ready to go back home.
°•. ✿ .•°
They arrived back at Niall’s house at 8:30. The moon was almost right above her, shining down onto her tanned skin. He turned around, checking to see if she was still following close behind him. He grinned as he watched her stare up into the starlit night. It had been a long time since she had seen stars that bright. The dark clouds and the tops of the buildings in the city blocked the horizon. She felt trapped underneath the earth, not being able to reach the far ends of the universe when she couldn’t sleep at night. She would sit on her windowsill and watch the cars pass by below her. When she got bored of that, she glanced up, finding what planets were peeking through the clouds that night.
“The stars are beautiful tonight,” he whispered. She flinched at his unexpected low voice, but laughed.
“Don’t flirt with me, Niall.”
“I’m not!” He allowed her to have one last look at the sky, taking in its beauty, before pulling her inside.
She stepped into the familiar house and fell onto the couch, still in her cardigan. She had slipped her shoes off at the front door and wiped off any excess sand that may have gotten in. She was counting on Niall to clean that up later.
“Thank you for tonight, Niall.” Nova said, stretching her arms above her head, letting out a great yawn.
“Oh, it’s no problem. You deserve it.” He hung up his coat and sat down in the armchair he was in the first time they arrived a couple days before. “You needed something to distract you that wasn’t alcohol.” They both laughed.
The rest of the night was uneventful. Nova asked Niall about the layout of his living room, in which he proceeded to thoroughly explain each piece of memorabilia with great detail. Some he obtained from going to tournaments, golf events, or from meeting famous golfers when he was on a certain course that day. Nova smiled at his passionate movements. He threw his hands in the air when he described the craziest places he found his lost golf balls. He picked on up and showed Nova the way one ball was sliced in half by a thorny rose bush. A huge gash was visible, with the ball hanging together by a thread. Another one had beak marks from a hungry bird. He explained how it picked the ball up, but kept dropping it as it tried to take it across the water. He wasn’t very successful.
After illustrating his strange golf adventures, he sat back down in his chair.
“Thank you for that. That was genuinely interesting. I usually hate golf.”
“What? Why?” He seemed genuinely offended by my remark.
“I don’t know. I just always thought it was boring and for… old people.”
Niall’s face was struck with shock. He gripped hard onto the thick, soft arms of the chair like he was holding on for dear life.
“It is not just for old people. A lot of old people can’t play it as well as us because it takes great back strength. If you don’t have that, then you can’t play well.”
“Then why do I see so many old people playing golf?” Nova asked.
“They must have great backs.” They threw their heads back in laughter.
“It’s getting late,” Niall said, “are you tired?”
“After that lecture, yes, I’m very tired.”
“I thought you said you liked it!”
“I did, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t tire me.” Nova replied with Niall sighing in the background. She got up from the couch and they started to head upstairs. Going to their separate rooms, Nova carefully sat on her bed after closing the curtain. The stars were gone, covered up by the incoming clouds.
As she laid there, she counted the specks in the ceiling. They were the star’s substitute for now. She reached her hand over to the open space next to her, but got nothing. No soft hands, no returning smiles, no arms wrapped around her waist, play fighting until the early hours of the morning. Nothing, absolutely nothing. Nova missed it, she’ll admit. She brought her hand back onto her stomach and turned on her side.
This was going to be a long night.
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Ruggie - Hunting Hyena
“So what you do is just grip it here,” Ruggie said, grasping the tail of the fish. “You gotta make sure you have a firm hold too. No ew, it’s too slimy holds. And once you’ve got your grip right, you angle the knife this way, and...”
Ruggie allowed the sharp knife cleanly gutting the fish to do the talking. A small squirt of lake water mixed with whatever was in the fish’s belly went flying across the table. He peeked over at Yuu and snickered at the sight of her scrunched nose. “You feeling a little queasy, princess?”
“I’m sorry. We can’t all have gutted dozens of fish in our short lifespan like you.”
Ruggie’s snickers lengthened. Yuu glanced down at the fish in her hands, which she had gamely scaled at his instruction. Epel stood next to her with a fish in hand as well, looking a little squeamish but also oddly determined. It was the same kind of expression he had during a lot of their club practices.
Ruggie should have recruited the two for fish gutting yesterday.
“After you’ve got it open, you just...” Ruggie dug out the fish entrails and guts. He tossed them out into the lake for anything else to snack on. For all he knew, Floyd could be gobbling up their castoffs as they cleaned their catch. “And that’s it! Think you can do it?”
“What about the head?” Yuu flipped over the fish in her hand. Its lifeless black eye stared up at them. “Are you guys keeping those on like the others? Because it’s kind of disconcerting to be eating it and then realize it’s staring back at you...”
Ruggie brought his knife down hard on the fish, severing its head with one fierce swoop. Personally, he could care less about a dead fish staring back at him as he ate its flaky meat. He had even heard their eyeballs were considered a delicacy in some countries.
His heartless action drew two quiet cries from the first-years. “I’m planning on making a stew with these guys for lunch, but if you really insist on hacking off their heads...”
“I’m good.”
Ruggie snickered. He had never seen Yuu look so queasy. It was almost a relief to finally find a chink in the princess’s armor. Ruggie had started to think she was one of those unbearably perfect people who never appeared fazed by anything. He hadn’t even seen her get angry in the same way she had back when Azul was squatting in her dorm.
Ruggie shuffled aside to allow the two access to the small table to start cleaning the fish. It wouldn’t take him more than twenty minutes to scale and gut the small pile of fish they had caught early that morning, but it was the big whopper of a catfish that he hadn’t been looking forward to dealing with. The meat on that thing would serve a hearty meal but gutting it would be way more a hassle than the smaller fish.
He stifled a snicker and took a casual step back. “All right! While you two handle those small fry, I’m just gonna go over here and—.”
The blade of a knife swiping centimeters away from his nose made him freeze. Yuu’s queasiness had melted into a deadpan stare. “Don’t you dare think you’re leaving us with that monster of a fish.”
“It’s not any different than any other fish!” Ruggie insisted with a casual shrug. “You might even find smaller fish in its belly. It’s like a piñata for fish!”
“Oh, well, in that case.” Ruggie yelped and ducked to avoid the set of entrails tossed in his direction. “We volunteered to help, not do all the work ourselves.”
Ruggie huffed, ears flattening. “Fine. But for the record, Leona’s been off on his own for way longer than usual. If we’ve gotta hike miles just to find him hunkered down sunbathing, then that’s on you.”
“Leona’s a big boy who can take care of himself.” Yuu slapped a fish down on the table in front of him. Epel was already sawing at the belly of the fish in front of him, looking far too proficient with a knife than Ruggie felt comfortable. It was always the tiny ones you had to look out for after all. “Gut your fish.”
Ruggie grumbled as he picked up a nearby filleting knife. “You know, the guys who do the catching usually aren’t the ones manhandled into doing the cleaning. Haven’t I already done my end of the job?”
“A skilled hunter takes pride in cleaning his kills.”
“Hyenas are better known for being scavengers, not hunters.”
Epel chuckled from the other side of Yuu, tossing a handful of fish guts into the lake. Now that he had gotten past his initial queasiness, he was flying through the fish with an almost tangible air of excitement. Pomefiore students really were weird. “I don’t think you’ve done much scavenging since we came to camp. You’re the one leading the group when it’s come to fishing and foraging.”
“That’s only because all you city folks think camping is sitting on a bench at your local park eating a corndog from the nearby food stand.”
“Hyenas aren’t just scavengers,” Yuu said, seeming to ignore Ruggie’s grumbling. She still hadn’t quite grasped a method of slitting a fish’s belly, but her jagged cuts were still efficient enough to gain access to what she needed. “Some primarily hunt for their food. Like spotted hyenas.”
Ruggie didn’t like the way they both paused and leaned back to look at his tail. He shuffled around to the end of the table and aggressively hacked off another fish’s head. “Eyes up top, you perverts.”
“That makes more sense,” Epel said, barely acknowledging Ruggie. “Even at school, Ruggie doesn’t scavenge for food. He usually approaches his meals with a ready plan and comes out with some of the top choices in the cafeteria.”
“He hunts for Leona too,” Yuu added. She watched Epel effortlessly slice through a fish. She sawed into her next fish with an almost mirrored precision. “You think Leona would settle for a half-eaten burger from the garbage bin?”
“Absolutely not.”
“He-llo over there,” Ruggie said. He waved his knife in their direction. “Stop talking like I'm not standing right here!”
“He even hunts in a pack sometimes,” Yuu continued, completely ignoring Ruggie. The next set of entrails she tossed into the lake were caught by a hand that shot out the water and then disappeared again. “Have you seen the way he’ll organize some of the Savanaclaw freshmen in the cafeteria lines?”
“He does the same during our breaks in Spelldrive Club! He’ll send us to specific vending machines to bring back snacks and drinks.”
Ruggie huffed and grabbed another small fish. “Well, now I know who I’m not sending to the vending machine with apple chips.”
“My point is,” Yuu said while Epel’s cheeks bubbled in a brief pout, “your argument for being a scavenger is clearly lacking. So it should be you who has the great honor of gutting this beast of a fish.”
Ruggie tossed his cleaned fish into his stack and froze. While they had been talking, they had finished off the stack of small fish. Ruggie could tell from his stack that he had done most of them. All that remained was the catfish half hanging out of the large cooler where they kept it on ice. Epel and Yuu now stared at him with an equal air of expectancy.
Ruggie’s ears drooped. “I’m seriously going to have to clean that thing, aren’t I?”
The innocent smiles they gave him were ones of devils, not angels.
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