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bussyslayer333 · 1 year ago

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‘cause you’re so smooth

summary: phoenix invites the boys to her salsa class, big mistake.

pairing: bob floyd x fem!reader

word count: 3k+

warnings: swearing, alcohol mentions, suggestive nature lols, me not knowing anything about salsa

my return to writing with a fic i teased over a year ago!! i hope you all enjoy

ps requests r open :p

“Nix, if you think I want to spend my Sunday evening learning to salsa dance with a bunch of soccer moms then I think your concussion hasn’t healed properly.” Jake sasses in response to Nat’s invitation.

“Yeah, I’m sorry Nat but Sunday is my chill out day, when else am I gonna beat Fitch’s ass on cod?” Fanboy reasons.

Natasha knew it was a stretch asking the boys to join her salsa dancing class, but she thought it was important for them to get out more. At the moment, seemingly all they did was trudge from work to the Hard Deck over and over again.

She sighs, “it would be good for you guys to get out more, y’know?”

“I’ll go, Nat,” Bob smiles, nodding to her from where he is perched on a stool behind her.

“Thank you, Bob.” Nat nods back to him, “the rest of you can suck it.”

“Hey!” Bradley yells as he appears back from the bar, beers in tow, “what did we say about using that type of language?”

“Shut up Dadley,” Nat rolls her eyes as Bradley flicks his tongue out before handing her a beer.

“As much as I’d truly love to attend that class ‘Nix, I’m already a salsa pro and I wouldn’t want you to feel embarrassed about your skills,” Bradley declares, before taking an obnoxious sip of his beer.

“Yeah fuckin’ right, and my dad is prima ballerina,” Jake snorts.

“Let’s not discredit Papa Seresin, I saw him tear Boogie Wonderland up at your sister’s wedding.” Coyote nods.

“Yeah and even that shit was better than what Rooster could pull off,” Jake decides.

Bradley only shrugs at the jibe, a lazy smirk plastered onto his face, which serves only to piss Jake off more.

“Dance off?” Fanboy proposes, standing to head to the jukebox.

“No?” Jake frowns.

Fanboy drops back to his seat with a sigh, “was worth a shot.”

Nat shakes her head with a snort and brings the conversation back to the matter at hand.

“Look it’s fine, I’m just saying I think you guys would enjoy it!” She reasons.

“I’m sure it’ll be fun!” Bob adds happily.

Nat can only sigh at the lack of response.

Bob is already waiting outside the community centre when Nat arrives, looking down and nervously picking at a thread on the bottom of his gym shorts.

“You ready?” Nat questions, trying to alleviate his nerves.

When Bob looks up his brows unfurl and he lets a small smile sip onto his face.

“Yeah, sure, let’s do this!” He pumps his fist a little awkwardly.

Nat can only chuckle in response as she makes her way to the room at the left of the reception where the class is held. You’re stood by the door chatting with one of the older women in your class when Nat comes into your view.

“Natasha! How’s my best student?” You tease, stepping towards her.

“I’m great, thanks!” Nat blushes before gesturing to Bob, “I hope you don’t mind, I brought a friend.”

Bob sucks in a breath as you finally lock eyes with him. Shit. You were beautiful and those leggings were doing you an undoubted amount of favours.

Sadly, Bob had an incredibly annoying habit he was unable to shake. It was known as “embarrassing himself in front of beautiful women” and that seemed to strike him just as you stuck your manicured hand out to shake his own.

The breath that Bob had sucked in caught in his throat which was drying up increasingly as he took you in, leading to an unprecedented coughing fit doubling him over. What seemed to make it worse was your shocked gasp and immediate move to lean over him and pay his back gently. Bob tried not to focus on your cleavage directly next to his face and instead on regulating his breathing. It was proving difficult, especially when he could hear Nat cackling at his misfortune from behind him.

Once almost fully back to normal, you squeeze his bicep and chuckle,

“I don’t think I’ve ever quite literally taken someone’s breath away!” You giggle, voice oh so sweet.

Bob can’t even let himself feel embarrassed with the way your soft hand feels on his arm.

“I’m so sorry about that,” he cringes.

“Don’t worry about it,” you smile reassuringly.

Nat is growing seemingly agitated by Bob’s lingering near the door so she steers him forwards away from you.

“Best get set up!” She announces, dragging him into the room.

The classroom is spacious, a high ceiling and large windows on the left wall. The wall facing the door is covered in mirrors that amplify the light in the area.

Before Bob can speak up again, two men who look to be in their late 40s rush over towards Natasha. They’re the complete opposite of one another, the first who reaches for Natasha is tanned and has dark curling hair with flecks of grey throughout.

“Natasha! Darling it is so great to see you!” He exclaims with a slight accent, holding her hand in his.

The other has embraced the grey in his hair, he’s relatively pale but has clearly kept his physique, he nods towards Bob with a glint of something in his eye, “I thought he wasn’t your type?”

Nat snorts, clueing Bob in finally on what the two men were hinting at.

“My best friend, boys don’t worry,” she teases.

“Thank God, I’ve been trying to set you up with my niece for how long now?” The dark haired man smiles.

“I know, I’m sorry, I’m always busy at the moment,” she shrugs apologetically before turning back to Bob, “Bob this is Marco and Luke.”

They both shake his hand and size him up as they do so, the grey haired one (Luke) declares.

“He’s cute, Nat, where have you been hiding him?” He prods.

Bob exhales at the approval and watches as Nat breaks out into laughter. “Away from you!”

Marco and Luke break into laughter alongside Nat and Bob can’t help himself but join. Just as they’re all catching their breath, Bob jumps out of his skin again as he feels his hand on his shoulder.

“Boys, we’re being welcoming to our newcomer aren’t we?” You hum.

Your hip is touching Bob’s and the soft skin of your hand on his shoulder has him malfunctioning, luckily he isn’t forced into replying (or choking) this time.

“Of course we are beautiful, what do you think of us?” Marco gasps in faux shock.

“I think that I know what you two are like,” you roll your eyes before making your way to the front of the room.

You send Bob a sly wink before finally beginning, “It’s so great to see you all again!”

Everyone in the room blurts out greetings at you as you begin, “We’ll continue on from last week,” you strut over to the stereo in the corner and a latin pop track floats out into the room and Bob vaguely recognises the tune.

Marco and Luke are quick to start fluidly moving around the floor space and Bob notices that others in the room are doing the same. You make your way quickly over to him and place your hand on the small of his back, straightening his posture.

“I don’t expect you to get it immediately,” you smile into his ear, “we’ll start off with some basics and turn variations.”

Bob hopes you can’t see the nervous perspiration already forming on the back of his neck and nods a little too eagerly at your words. He looks back to Nat for some encouragement but she’s already dancing and chatting with a group of women next to the tall windows.

“I don’t bite,” You giggle, shocking Bob who looks back to see you holding your hand out for him to grab onto.

“Sorry, I’m not the best dancer-” Bob’s self depreciation is swiftly disrupted by you placing his hand on your waist and the other in your own.

“All the more for me to work with,” you smile, and Bob feels himself smiling back.

Although a tad clunky, Bob manages not to step on your toes and has some surprisingly fluid hip movement which intrigues you ever so slightly.

By the last ten minutes of the class, Bob is twirling Marco around as Luke and Nat chat to you about technique.

“What were you nervous about?” Marco probes Bob, “you’re a natural!”

Bob can only chuckle shyly in response and he glances over at your frame. Marco seems to notice Bob’s longing glances and slowly stops their dance.

“Go for it.”

“What?” Bob splutters.

“She’s been making googoo eyes at you the whole time mister, don’t pretend you haven’t noticed.”

Bob reels for a moment at Marcos admission before straightening up. “You think?”

Marco rolls his eyes. “I know.”

Before Bob can reach you you’re already strutting back towards the stereo to lower the volume of the music and gather everyone’s attention.

“Thank you so much everyone! You’ve all been brilliant today and I can’t wait to see you next week!” You beam at everyone.

People begin to gather to chat and start to disperse and you begin to gather your own belongings, stopping to make conversation with others as you do so. Luke and Nat join Bob and Marco with sly smirks on their faces.

“So…” Nat begins, “You’ll be coming back next week I presume?”

Bob flushes at Nat’s knowing look. “Yeah,” he looks to you, “definitely.”

Bob didn’t mean to let it slip. Like seriously, his lips were so sealed. Air tight.

“But HOW hot are we talking?” Mickey slurs over the nth shot he’d done with Bob at the Hard Deck’s happy hour.

So maybe not air tight.

It was Thursday evening and the rest of the daggers had politely declined drinks with Fanboy, but Bob (the ever dutiful friend) had accepted, hoping to be in and out within the hour. But alas, here they were.

“Fuckin’ smoking,” Bob mimes an explosion with his hands as Mickey nods enthusiastically to his answer.

“I choked on air when I saw her and almost popped a boner during a Justin Timberlake song,” Bob continues to ramble, once given the chance to talk about you he clearly wasn’t going to stop.

“And when is this class?” Mickey slumps closer to Bob, tequila breath hot on his neck.

“Ummmm, Sunday evening at 6 I think?” Bob nods, remembering the details Nat had sent him in a text the week previous.

“Good to know,” Mickey hums, reaching his hand forward to signal for another round, knocking someone’s drink over in the process. “Oops.”

Bob is quick to drag Mickey away from the bar top after that, realising they’d probably overdone it a tad for a weekday evening.

As the cool sea breeze hits Bob’s flushed face whilst him and Mickey wait outside the Hard Deck for their uber, he can’t help but let his mind drift to you, what you were potentially up to, do you teach other classes during the week? Do you dance professionally? God, you definitely could, the way your hips moved-

Bob shook his head, as if to get the image of you stuck in his mind out. He looked to Mickey hanging off of his arm, he was looking to the ground and shaking as if to stave off the imminent vomit that was about to leave his mouth any second now.

“Let’s get you home man,” Bob pats Mickey on the head, dragging him towards their Uber pulling up.

“Hey, Bob!” Nat yells across the parking lot, catching the back of her friend’s tall frame leant against a pillar near the front of the community center.

When Bob turns around, Nat notices two people next to him who she was not expecting to see.

“Fitch? Fanboy?” Nat cocks her head to the side. “I thought you guys were too busy to come?”

Nat’s accusatory eyes meet Bob’s sheepish expression as he awkwardly clears his throat.

“We heard the teacher was hot as fuck.” Payback shrugs.

Fanboy giggles next to him in excitement, “I’ve been practicing-”

“Bob I swear-” Natasha begins, finger pointing right into Bob’s chest.

“Sup, biatches!” Jake yells, alerting everyone of his and Javy’s presence. “Who’s ready to get their salsa on?”

Nat spins around on her heel, eyes shooting daggers into Jake and Javy.

“Bob, I’m going to kill you.” She states, eerily calm.

“Oh come on Phe! You wanted us here just last week!” Jake exclaims, walking round to slap Bob on the shoulder and greet Payback and Fanboy behind him.

“Yeah! When I wanted you guys to get out and do something productive! Not fuck my lovely salsa teacher, who by the way, was not socialised by wolves! So will absolutely not be charmed by any of you fools!”

With that, Nat turns and walks into the community center, leaving the boys to sprint in after her.

“At least this can’t get any worse,” Nat mutters to herself, pulling the door to your studio open.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Nat stills in the doorway, the rest of the boys behind her peeking their heads in.

“What now?” Bob asks guiltily.

Nat opens the door fully and allows the men behind her to file into the studio, where her fellow classmates are stood in a semi circle whooping and hollering at you dancing in the middle with none other than Bradley Bradshaw.

“Fucking Bradshaw,” Jake scoffs, pushing his way ahead whilst checking himself out in the full length mirrors that line the opposite wall of the room.

“Chicken never told us he could dance!” Jake yells over the latin music filling the room, successfully interrupting your dance with Bradley.

Bradley’s head whips to the side at the sound of that familiar ear grating voice. He gives you an apologetic look as he walks over to begin squabbling with a man you presume he knows. The commotion between the boys alerts you to the presence of Natasha and Bob as well as three other unfamiliar men. When Bradley had introduced himself with a smirk and a drawling voice as a friend of Natasha’s you had to wonder whether all of her colleagues were so handsome and by the looks of it, they were.

Nat is quick to walk over to you with an apologetic smile. “I want to apologise in advance for the next hour. They are insufferable.”

You look behind her to where the gaggle of men she calls her close friends are stood, you can see Marco and Luke itching to get their claws in and you have to giggle. This should be interesting.

After instructing the rest of your class to continue practicing the routine you had been working on, you figure it was only fair to come and personally consult your newest joiners.

As the boys (and Nat) notice you wandering towards them, they all begin to elbow each other like school boys giggling amongst themselves. Bob and Nat can only keep their embarrassment internal for so long.

When you come to a stop in front of them, the man you’ve come to learn as Jake smiles dazzlingly and stretches his arms above his head,

“God it is hot in here!” He begins to reach for the bottom of his shirt, aiming to impress you with his toned stomach.

“The A/C is on full blast dumbass.” Nat swats at the back of Jake’s head, causing him to drop his shirt again and rub at his temple. “Ow!”

Snickers fall from Javy and Mickey, who quickly straighten themselves up when they see you casting your eyes over them.

“As I said to Bob last week, with all my new starters I’ll begin with some basics for you guys and then we can ease into a routine,” you smile, heading towards Bradley and Nat.

“Since you two already have some experience you can help me teach!”

Bradley preens under your praise, already assuming the role of teacher’s pet, whilst Nat looks mildly irritated at having to teach her imbecilic friends how to dance.

“Alright guys! let’s partner up!” you shout at them, giggling as they all rush towards you, you note how Bob lingers back behind his more extroverted friends and grin.

“I should clarify, I meant with each other.” You shoo them backwards and watch as they couple up.

Mickey and Reuben clap each other on the back and Javy and Jake nod at one another leaving Bob, stood on his own. You saunter towards him and grab at arm, dragging him to the front with you.

“Looks like you’re with me,” you tease.

“Uh, who do you want me to partner up with?” Bradley scratches at his head obliviously.

You cock your head to the side with a confused laugh.

“I hate you so much right now,” Nat spews, gripping Bradley’s arm and pulling him into position with her.

“Oh, yeah. Right, sorry Nat.” Bradley chuckles.

Your lessons continues with explaining how someone will have to take the lead and the other will follow, and you wander around positioning their hands and postures correctly.

“Javy, you are like a brother to me, but your hands are too fucking low right now.” Jake grits through this teeth.

“Right! Ha, sorry man,” Javy’s hands shoots back up towards the middle of Jake’s back.

Bob is still apprehensive when he places his hands on your waist, but you’re quick to affirm him in his position. Leaning towards him you whisper, “don’t worry you’re still my favourite.”

A smile graces his face at that and he relaxes in your grip.

“Right guys! We’re gonna start with some turns and variations now!”

You quickly learn that trying to wrangle these men is proving difficult, as Payback almost spins Fanboy into a wall after zoning out stating at how your hips moved.

“I’m good bro, don’t worry,” Mickey is quick to readjust himself, hoping the room stops spinning soon.

You can’t help but laugh when Javy attempts to dip Jake to the floor in a move he thought would impress you, but it seems he forgot to account for how tall and heavy Jake is, as he goes toppling down with him.

“Fuck dude! You’re heavy!” Javy groans, rubbing his knee. Jake clearly didn’t take kindly to his words as he shoves back at Javy childishly.

“Boys! Come on get up!” You snap, trying to sound stern but still fighting off giggles.

Jake and Javy are quick to get back on their feet, but you catch them in your peripheral poking and pinching each other when they think you aren’t looking.

Even Bradley who was so light on his feet when he was showing you his moves earlier, is clearly distracted, constantly stepping on Nat’s feet as they practice variations.

“If you step on my toe one more time, Rooster I swear to God, you will not see daylight again,” Nat threatens.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! She’s just so…” Bradley trails off as he watches you dance slowly with Bob, stopping every now and then to correct him kindly or answer questions from others in your class.

“I know! And you guys are scaring her off by acting crazy.” Nat sighs, moving back as she senses Bradley’s feet heading for her toes again.

“I mean I wouldn’t say crazy…” Bradley scratches the back of his neck.

“Well I walked in to see you spinning her around like you’re a pro on dancing with the stars so maybe you should reevaluate.”

“You think I’m that good?” Bradley smirks to himself.

“Oh shut up,” Nat rolls her eyes and looks back to the rest of her friends around the room.

Payback and Fanboy were continually stumbling around in circles as they each try to catch your eye, pissing off everyone else in the room as they bumped and knocked into others. She caught Marco and Luke’s judgy eyes flicking back and forth between her and her friends and groaned.

Jake and Javy looked either one wrong move away from fucking or fighting, Nat couldn’t really tell.

God this was embarrassing.

Luckily, your voice rings out across the room, interrupting her moping.

“Thank you guys for today! And Thank you to my newcomers!” you gesture to the group of men stumbling over each other and stifle a laugh.

“I’ll see you all next week!”

Your regular attenders start filing out slowly, some coming over to chat and collect their things. You can see Nat trying to drag her friends away out they seem intent on lingering long enough to catch some time alone with you.

“You guys might as well go, she clearly wants me.” Jake shrugs, pulling the front of his shirt up to wipe his face.

Mickey is quick to dispute, “Are you kidding me? I twirled like a ballerina, I’m so in.”

Nat is moments away from body slamming her friends who she once loved when it goes silent around her. She figures you finally made you way over.

“Hey guys, thanks so much for joining today! I’m really sorry I’ve got to get going but um- ”

You pause and sense eyes on you.

“Bob, I was just wondering if I could get your number?” you smile, walking towards him and squeezing his arm. “You know, to talk about how we can improve your technique,” your reasoning clear as day even with your coverup

“Yeah! Yes, of course I mean,” Bob composes himself, taking your phone with shaking hands and typing in his number.

“Great,” you wink, retrieving your phone, “I’ll text you.”

You end with that, sauntering past the group and waving goodbye to Nat with a knowing look.

Everyone seems stunned by your words, but mostly Bob who blinks slowly, seemingly still in shock by your acknowledgement.

Nat finally breaks into laughter, doubling over at the confused faces of her other friends.

“Man!” She shouts through her giggles, “you just cannot make that shit up!”

The grumbles around her don’t even phase her as she goes to pick up her bag and head for the door, a group of downtrodden looking men following her and Bob with a newfound pep in his step.

“By the way Rooster, how come you actually are so good?” Nat asks as they make their way into the parking lot.

Bradley stills, silent as he contemplates answering.

“If I tell you, you have to promise to not go searching for anything.” He looks around at his friends.

Following their nods he continues, “I used to compete professionally, when I was like 13, my mom forced me to.” Bradley cringes at the memory of his tween self in sparkly shirts his mom always hand picked out for him in the most hideous colours.

Bradley looks back up to see Jake grinning mischievously at his phone, and his stomach drops.

“Is this you?” Jake smirks, turning his phone around to show everyone an old video on youtube titled.

SALSA NATIONALS 1999 - BRADSHAW / DONNA SUMMER HOT STUFF

Bob suddenly felt as though his coughing fit over you wasn’t the most embarrassing thing he had to witness anymore.

a/n: it is great to be back gang xx i’ve missed writing and ofc i had to bring back the bob agenda!! it’s what i stand for :) i’m thinking mayhaps a part 2 where i explore the dynamic between sexy salsa teacher and bob bc atm this was just a chance for me to make fun of the daggers 😣

i hope you enjoyed reading and tysm!!

pls reblog, comment or drop me an ask and tell me what you thought!! feedback means sm to me considering i’m a lil rusty

anyways thank u again for reading!!!!

- honey xoxo

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hattiewritesalot · 1 year ago

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Poison

Azriel x Reader

Summary: At an event hosted by High Lord Beron, Azriel's closest friend Y/N seems to be incredibly wasted. The only problem? Azriel knows that she doesn't get drunk. Ever.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, poison, vomiting, a drunk love confession, a bit of angst but it is all in all quite fluffy

A/N: So this may or may not be inspired by the scene in Wicked King where Cardan gets poisoned... enjoy!! :3

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Y/N is, as always, on high alert as she follows Rhys into the ballroom. Something combined with her dislike for social events and her lack of trust for the High Lord of Autumn meant her eyes and ears were everywhere, keeping constant watch over everything. Azriel’s large hand gently splays over her bare back, the rough fingers a gentle reminder that he’s there, and possibly to tell her to stop being so tense. She shoots a glare at her best friend, who responds with a badly-concealed smile.

She’s dressed in black, they all are, as is custom in the Night Court. Her dress is floor length, the black satin offering a nice hold around her figure, the neckline a low plunge, and the slit on her left side allowing her some freedom. The fabric is littered with silver threads and diamonds, meant to represent constellations, and also to match the sparkly heels on her feet. She looks pretty. She feels it.

A servant welcomes them warmly, almost immediately offering the group a drink of champagne, which she takes. Cassian snorts, and teases her for taking the only glass that the poor servant had, but she rolls her eyes and takes a sip.

She rarely drinks. She doesn’t like it. She’s seen enough of the boys’ drunk shenanigans to be put off it for a lifetime. She usually stays sober, if not tipsy, whenever they go to Rita’s, opting for escorting a stumbling Rhys back to Feyre rather than being the one stumbling.

But one drink won’t hurt. Not tonight. Tonight, she’ll need it.

The Inner Circle split up around the room, Azriel hot on Y/N’s trails, scarred fingers just barely tracing her bare shoulders. She sighs, leaning against a wall, him doing the same. “Time check?”

Azriel snorts. “You’re the one with the watch.”

She clicks her tongue, and checks the time, leaning back with a groan. “Two more hours of… this.”

“Always a ray of sunshine.”

“Says the shadowsinger.” she grins. Azriel was the first person she’d met in the Inner Circle, and coincidentally, her closest friend. They’d been attached at the hip the moment she’d introduced herself. They know everything about each other, inside and out.

She’d never admit it, but her heart longed for the Illyrian. He was always so clever, so considerate. And, not to mention, his sharp features and hazel eyes made heat rise in her cheeks; hot, blissful, lovestruck heat.

“I think Cassian wants me for something.” Azriel muses, tipping his chin towards where Cassian was very unsubtly gesturing for him to accompany him. Y/N narrows her eyes at the redhead he’s standing with, and laughs.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say that were Eris Vanserra. Good luck, Az.”

Azriel groans, playfully tugging her hair as he walks over to his brother.

All alone, now. She drinks her champagne, downing it almost immediately. She liked champagne. It never got you too drunk, never made you too irrational. “Enjoying the festivities, Y/N?” Beron’s voice purrs out from behind her. She forces a smile.

“I’d say yes, but it appears I’ve run out of champagne.” The High Lord cocks a brow at her words, and offers her another glass with a different, more vibrant liquid. “Try this. It’s exclusive to the Autumn Court. I believe you’ll enjoy it, it’s not too strong.”

She eyes the glass, before taking it, taking a sip. It’s a subtle flavour - fruity, slightly bitter. “Thank you, my lord.” His smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he walks away.

Cauldron, this drink is good. She drinks every last drop, and places it down on the table next to her, looking for a bottle of the same-

Oh. Oh. This is fun. Fun, fun, fun!

Why isn’t she having fun! Tonight is amazing!

An uncontrollable giggle tears from her throat, the sound throwing her off slightly as wave after wave of lucid dizziness hit her. She laughs, clutching her chest. This is so fun!

Where’s Azriel? Is he having fun? Oh, she loves him. Loves him so much. Where is he!?

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Azriel cracks his neck, obviously not wanting to engage with the eldest son of the High Lord, who clearly would rather be anywhere else. Cassian is long gone, with the excuse of seeing Nesta, and now Azriel has been left to deal with Eris. This could not get any worse.

Until it does.

Y/N beams at him, tripping over her feet to get to him, stumbling as she slumps into his arms, snorting and giggling. He freezes. Eris chokes on a laugh. Her hands reach up to grab his face and tug at his hair.

“Y/N?” he murmurs, taken slightly off-guard by her strange behaviours.

“Azzy!” she squeals, laughing and kissing his cheek. Eris cocks a brow. “Looks like your little Y/N’s had too much to drink.” His words echo around Azriel’s head. No, that can’t be. Y/N doesn’t like drinking. And why would she get drunk here of all places? And why-

His heart sinks. Her pupils are dilated. Her body is trembling. Her skin is turning clammy.

This isn’t alcohol. It’s poison.

His eyes go wide as he pulls her form into his arms. “Y/N?” he mumbles, a little firmer now. “Y/N, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, silly!” she squeals. Eris laughs again, and Azriel’s head whips towards him. “What the fuck did you do to her!?” The eldest son’s eyes widen at his harsh, almost growling tone.

“Me? I’ve done nothing. She’s just drunk, shadowsinger.” He sneers at him down his pointy nose. Azriel clutches Y/N closer, ignoring all of her babbles as she squishes his cheeks and tugs his dark locks like a child.

“I love you!” she squeals. “I love you sooooo much. So much. I wish we were mates.” she slurs. Azriel takes a shaky breath at her words, and Eris gestures to her flailing form. “See? Drunk.”

“She’s not- she’s not drunk, she’s- fuck, where’s Rhys?” His tone is desperate as he searches for the High Lord. Y/N’s knees start to buckle, but he wraps her arms around her thighs. “Stay with me, sweetheart, you’re gonna be okay.” He manages to catch the attention of Rhys, whose eyes go wide at the sight of Y/N’s slumped form, and he rushes to them. “What-”

“She’s been poisoned.” Azriel chokes out, panic surging in his veins as he hugs his girl as tightly as he can to his chest. “We- we need to get her out.” Rhys takes a breath, and seems to send a message to Feyre, because she starts to round everyone up. “She’ll be okay, Az, just calm down-”

“I’m not going to calm down! She could die!” He snaps. Rhys backs off at the protective gaze in his brother’s eyes. “Get her back to the Night Court, I’ll sort out here.” Azriel hooks one arm under her knees and the other on her back as he closes his eyes, winnowing back to Velaris.

She squirms, shoving herself onto the cold floor of the Moonstone Palace, and she pukes, gasping and gagging. He shushes her gently, his shadows swirling around her and stroking her hair back as she retches. “It’s okay, you’re okay. Get it all out.”

As she vomits, his mind can’t help but flick back to what she said in the Autumn Court. ‘I love you!’ ‘I wish we were mates.’ His heart flutters at the recollection, but he silently growls at it to shut up. She’s been poisoned. Her head isn’t right. She was probably just saying words for the fun of it. She doesn’t mean it. She doesn’t mean it.

But still…

No, heart, stop it.

He pulls her up against his chest when she’s finished, gently rubbing her back. She sobs, slurring unintelligible words. He kisses her sweaty temple and carefully carries her up to her room, murmuring sweet nothings to keep her calm, but her body thrashes. Her eyes are rolling back. His hands are shaking.

He just about manages to get her writhing form onto the bed when Rhys arrives, Madja hot on his trails. “She’s been poisoned?” she asks. Y/N screams in response. Rhys winces at the noise, but the expression worsens at the fury on Azriel’s face.

“Azriel-”

“Go on.” He growls. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t storm back in there and kill them all.”

“Because first of all, that’ll be a lot of paperwork for me, and second of all, I don’t think Y/N wants you to leave.”

Rhys is, frustratingly, right. Y/N has taken it upon herself to latch onto Azriel’s arm, clutching him and mumbling profusely, cheek squished against his bicep. He sighs, and gently pats her hair, shooting a glare to the High Lord of Night in the process.

He sits with her the entire time Madja treats her, his fingers tightly intertwined with hers. The healer concludes that she’ll be okay, but not without side-effects. She says he was clever to get her home so quickly. It wasn’t out of intelligence, it was out of fear.

She gives Y/N a sleeping draught, just so her aching body can get some rest, and then she leaves. Azriel stares at his best friend’s face, and figures he should do the same. He presses a soft kiss to her forehead, smiles at her fluttering eyes, and moves to leave.

Standing in the doorway, however, his eyes flit back to hers, the hazel of his irises connecting with her soft hues.

And then he feels it.

Like a string pulled taut, it snaps within his chest, flooding his veins with the pure bliss of finally having something to protect, to care for, to love. It roars throughout his body, his heart burning with the golden flames of the bond.

Mate.

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PART TWO HERE!!

lol hmu I write for acotar now

#ik ive been gone for at least a year #very long story #azriel #but im back now!!!!!! yipee #acotar #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x y/n

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lustlovehart · 4 months ago

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Thoughts on either tweel eating a rival? Saw some fanart of og school boy Jade making a rival disappear the 'humanitarian' way and I guess they are basically sea predators so why not. It's not polite but neither is NRC so....

warnings: Human eating, courting, kissing, blood

Oh yeah, they 102% would eat a rival, not even would, they probably ALREADY HAVE. Not even just a romantic rival either, maybe a friend who walked too close to shore, a coworker who sailed alone on their seas, or a stranger who lingered too close and found themselves face to face with giant serpents and their unending appetite.

Their methods of feasting are definitely different, though.

Floyds meals are messy, they're messily consumed, or even WHOLLY consumed, with no trace of their existence. If there are any remains, they're haphazardly thrown the moment Floyd grows bored of them.

Right after, he'll look for you with a clear hint of mead and clothing threads stuck in his teeth. Questioning him will do no good, as he'll either tell you in his sing-songy voice to forget about that and come with him, or let his eyes fall and look at you with a clear emotion that say 'Don't ask'. You don't have the courage to tell him to wipe his lips when he kisses your cheek like an overjoyed boyfriend.

... and you don't think you can wipe the crimson off of your cheek, he might ask you if you hate him. Or, rather than incur his disappointment, he'll lean in with a soft smile, brushing hair, or maybe dirt from your face. It's so gentle you forget about the crime for a moment.

"Do you want me to kiss your lips instead shrimpy?" ... When you're done, your mouth will be stained with red too, and it's then you remember, why he's not hungry anymore.

Jade, however, eats his enemies like fine dining. Certain parts are left untouched as he uses a piece of a coral-like knife and cuts precise pieces of flesh. It's horrible, but he uses the entire human, not daring to waste a pristine ingredient.

When you see him on the beach, you assume he's simply setting up a table from memory. He'll turn to you with a smile on his face, his tail hitting the water once and having the ocean splash you. His face is clean, the typical facetious smile planted on his face.

He'll ask you to join him, gesturing to the spot on the sand in front of him, two plates set up on the ground, with a single covered platter. It's... mundane, normal as if he's simply a man who's asked you to dinner. Perhaps it's the single candle light that illuminates your surroundings at night, but a sense of encroaching dread surfaces.

"What... What's under the cover...?" A part of you hopes he'll pull the lid up and see seashells, but you remember who it is that sits on the other side.

"Hm? Well... It's only appropriate, after all, it's dinner time." His part-bone arm reaches out, slowly lifting the lid before you slam it down. "Oh? I thought you wanted to know? And I worked so hard on this for you, you'll make me sad...-"

You successfully stop his attempt at guilt-tripping you, your head resting on his cold shoulder from jumping over the plate and holding him. Your body blocks off the platter, the only thing you allow for his arms to wrap around, being you.

"I'm not hungry, Jade." Momentarily, he's shocked, but he's eager to hold you close to him. He'll turn his head, sharp teeth leaning into your earlobe as he whispers.

"If you're here, I don't think I'll be hungry. Well... not for now at least." you bring your head up to look him in the eyes before you feel lips graze the corner of your mouth, sharp teeth grazing you.

...

You taste iron, but you're not sure if it's from you, or his meal.

Afterwards, after drying your clothes from water and sand, when you return talk of a coworker of yours reaches your ears. He had disappeared after hunting smaller monsters in the rivers connected to Octavinelle.

...

The same coworker he saw you talking to.

#monster!twst #askves #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere jade leech #yandere floyd leech #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

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eeerrrrewsd · 3 months ago

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Right in Front of Me

The first time Clark cried in your arms, he trembled like the world had broken beneath his feet. You had never seen him like this—Superman, the strongest man in the world, undone by a single revelation.

“She didn’t know,” he whispered against your shoulder, his voice raw. “She thought he was me. And now… now she thinks he treats her better than I ever could.”

Your heart ached for him. Clark Kent, the boy who always put everyone before himself, was now drowning in the pain of being unseen—of being loved by someone who didn’t know it was never really him.

You held him tighter, your fingers threading through his dark hair as he clung to you like you were the only solid thing left. “Clark, you are so much more than he could ever be,” you murmured. “And if she couldn’t tell the difference… maybe she wasn’t really seeing you at all.”

For weeks, you were his anchor. You checked on him, forced him to eat when he forgot, made him laugh when the sadness weighed too heavily on his shoulders. You reminded him that he was still Clark Kent—still good, still kind, still worthy of love.

But you also knew he still loved Lana.

So when the time came, you pushed aside the feelings creeping into your heart and made it your mission to help him.

“Clark, listen to me,” you said, standing in front of him, hands gesturing wildly as you paced his barn. “Lana does love you, okay? Maybe she got confused, but that doesn’t mean it’s over! You have to talk to her. Show her who you really are, remind her why she fell for you in the first place—”

He kissed you.

The world tilted, the breath stolen from your lungs as his hands framed your face, pulling you closer. It wasn’t soft or hesitant—it was desperate, pouring every unsaid thing between you into that one moment.

When he pulled away, your eyes were wide, searching his in stunned silence.

Clark smiled, breathless, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “I’m sorry it took me so long to see it,” he admitted, voice low, reverent. “But it was never about Lana. It was you. It’s always been you.”

Your heart pounded, your mind reeling. “Clark, I—”

He shook his head, smiling like he’d finally figured out the answer to a question he never knew he was asking. “You’ve been here all along, taking care of me, making me laugh, reminding me who I am. And all this time, I was too blind to realize… you’re the one I should’ve been fighting for.”

Tears burned in your eyes, emotions crashing into you all at once. “You really mean that?” you whispered.

His hands squeezed yours, his gaze steady and sure. “I’ve never meant anything more.”

And in that moment, you knew—you were no longer just Clark Kent’s best friend. You were his choice. His future.

The one who had been right in front of him all along.

#x reader #dc universe #fluff #angst #comfort #dc comics #dcu #clark kent x you #clark kent x reader #clark kent #superman #smallville

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stonedtaemin · 18 days ago

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no posessions / you're my only obsession

❕lots of swearing (again), pissing/squirting, riding, tit slapping, jealousy sex | ao3 | wc 1.6k

mc learns that caleb has regular meetings with female fleet crew members

he has to do this, she tried to tell herself constantly. but she couldn’t really take it anymore when she overheard two women giggle in abashment after seeing the sexy, hot hunk of a colonel. one woman tucked her hair behind her ear and the other bit her lip. they talked about how much effort they put in to try to look good for him, how they wish he would just bend them over right then and there. they just needed him to notice them.

god, they didn’t even know the half of it. how she herself had been fucked multiple times on his desk. how many times he had claimed her over and over again. reminding her that she was his only one. still, she hated hearing it. caleb was hers.

she stormed into his room later that night when he got back from work, uniform still on. he had undone the collar, tie loosely hanging on his neck. he had already sat his hat on the nightstand.

he turned around to face her, smile big and relieved to finally see her. his arms opened to embrace her as she came forward. she clamped herself onto him tightly, heart beating through her chest. he could feel it on his own. his hands came up to thread his fingers into her hair, a small laugh of confusion escaped his parted lips. she squeezed him so tight he groaned from the contact.

“hey pip-squeak. whats got you huggin’ me so damn tight for?” he sounds a little strained under her grip.

she looked up through her thick fan of eyelashes, eyes dark. he could have sworn it came with the sound of a knife being drawn, ready to be swung.

“i heard you had a few meetings today.” she muttered.

he blinked blankly, as if to say “yeah?”.

she huffed.

“with… women. alone.” she continued, words coming out like heavy weights.

caleb huffed out a laugh, pushing her away to see her face more. he bent down a little to level with her.

“ah. so someone’s a little jealous, hm?” his voice almost sounded condescending. she wanted nothing more than to push him onto the bed and take control.

so she did.

both of her palms lay flat onto his hard chest, shoving him down in front of her. he willingly let it happen, eyes glossy with anticipation. his eyebrows bent inwards in amusement at her, ready to see what she wanted to punish him with.

“overheard them. talking about how much they wanted you.” she muttered, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

caleb leaned back onto his arms, watching her as she lectured her.

“mmm… is that so?” he was walking on thin ice.

“don’t fucking laugh. it’s not funny.” her hand gripped his chin tightly, yanking his head up more.

he moaned at the gesture, smirk spreading across his lips like a wildfire. his pants started to feel a little too tight. he looked her up and down, eyes trailing onto her collarbone and cleavage that was dangerously close to his face.

“you’ve got me right where you want me, baby.” he sighed, as if to admit defeat.

she peeled off her shirt, no bra to be had underneath. next came her shorts, leaving her black lace panties on. he hummed at the sight of her in the pair he had just bought her, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. she saddled herself on top of him, not helping him undress. he didn’t need to.

“talked about how much they wanted you to just fuck them against your desk.” she kept going, hands undoing his belt.

his breath got heavy, eyes still trained on his girlfriend like a good boy. he would be good for her.

“but you’ve fucked me everywhere in there. the wall, desk, floor…” she unzipped his pants, reaching down to pull his cock out from the restraints of his boxers.

he hissed at the sudden contact, hips bucking up to create any amount of friction. her hand was nice and warm, stroking him with ease. her thumb swiped the precum at the top, then reached up to suck it into her mouth, pulling out with a pop.

“shit…” he growled as he watched her swallow his slick.

“… the window.” she went back to stroking him, his whimpers filled the heavy air around them. still, he kept his eyes on her.

“wanna be your good boy, baby.” he moaned, eyelids closing halfway with his ecstasy.

“tell me you’re mine.” she demanded.

“i’m yours.” he didn’t have to be told twice.

“only mine.”

he grunted as she stopped stroking, lining her entrance with his cock. he helped her pull her underwear to the side, fingers brushing against her soaking folds. when she sat down in one go, he swore he almost died from the sensation.

“ah— shit, holy fuck. yes, baby. only yours. jesus.”

she bounced hard and quick on his lap, tits rising and falling perfectly in front of him. his hands went to grab and squeeze them, to hold onto them for his dear life. she moaned at the feeling, loving when he massaged her like that. he slapped them a few times, head bowing back as he felt his cock rut in and out of her tight pussy.

“this is the o-only pussy for you, right, baby? ah— tell me!” she was barely able to speak, he was so big and overwhelming inside of her at this angle. she savored every inch of him. she could ride him for a lifetime.

he started thrusting up into her, the clapping of their skin music to his ears. he moaned louder just from that alone.

“yeah, sweetheart. only pussy for me. god i’m such a fucking— ugh— fucking slave for this pussy. nobody else, ‘mkay? just— ah— you.” he didn’t know how much longer he could last with her like this.

she took his face into her hands, leaning into kiss him. his tongue swiped at the bottom of her lip, slowly working it’s way inside of her mouth. her lips were so plush against his, like two pieces that solved a puzzle. how could he have anyone else? it had always been her. nobody else even crossed his mind. their kisses sounded so wet and sloppy, pairing well with the lewd sounds of their fucking. it flooded his ears and he wished he could listen to their symphony forever.

“fuck, caleb, wanna cum. wanna cum riding this dick, baby.” her words came out rushed and slurry.

he brushed back her hair, hand caressing her cheek.

“cum on me, sweetheart. you’re the only one in the world who can do that. fucking cum onto my cock like the angel you are.”

she cried out, hips stuttering harshly as she rode her orgasm onto his lap. his thumb went to circle her clit, eliciting a string of nonsense from her.

“a-ah shit, caleb, yes, yes, yes, please don’t— ngh— don’t stop!”

“shit, baby, cumming too. fuck. gonna fill this pretty pussy up with my seed. only for you.” he kept his thumb on her, letting her ride out another orgasm.

only he could make her cum twice in one go.

“fuck, caleb, it’s so good i ca… can’t.” she whined as she felt him release inside of her, thick ropes unleashing.

“gonna knock you up princess. everybody will know you’re mine.” he muttered, watching as his white slick coated his dick as it pumped in and out of her.

she cried out, grabbing his hand to stop him from touching her clit— it was all too much— so sensitive.

all of the sudden he felt something warm and watery spray out the sides of their connection, feeling her shake on top of him.

she cried, tears running down her face. her mascara left a trail, cheeks red with shame.

he slowed his pace, eyes wide with bewilderment. everything went silent, both of them looking at each other.

“did you just—?”

“i don’t know!” she whined.

he stared back down, soaking wet from whatever the hell just happened.

“either you squirted or pissed on me or both.” he said, his voice raspy and spent.

she moaned with one final hip roll, hands gripping onto his chest for support. the liquid covered them entirely, dripping off the edge of the bed onto the floor.

“i’m s-sorry. i’m so sorry.” she thought she might die from embarrassment.

“i— sorry? why?” he pulled her chin up to look at him.

she said nothing.

“that was so fucking hot. holy shit, pips. i mean, fuck.”

she batted her eyelashes in abashment, all confidence had been shot out the window.

“i need that to happen every time. i’m so fucking serious.”

she rolled her eyes, still slightly embarrassed. but who else could do this for him? nobody.

“came so hard for me, baby. you see what you do to me?” he whispered, lips connecting with hers once more.

their kiss was slower than the previous, lips sucking and teeth pulling at each other. as if they were trying to eat each other. she threaded her fingers into his hair, tousling it.

“i want you to tell people i’m yours, caleb.” she mouthed against his lips.

he smiled, thumb stroking her cheek.

“okay, sweetheart. i’ll tell them every time. as soon as they step foot inside my office i’ll tell them right away. ‘no funny business. i’m taken.’” he put out his palm as if to say “stop” with it. he was such a goober.

she reached out and pinched him hard on his cheek, both of them laughing.

another make out session and he’s already hard again, cock stiffening inside her.

“let me show you how loyal i am to you, baby.”

they fucked two more times.

#lads #lads caleb #lads mc #love and deepspace #love and deepspace caleb #lads smut #caleb smut #caleb x mc

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 9 months ago

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𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀: Threesome w/ Spencer Reid [ft. Elle Greenaway]

a/n: OKAYYY this is my first time writing for elle so please have mercy on me!! this fic is unbelievably dirty and i disappeared into my hole a time or two before finishing it, so enjoy!

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She’s watching, she’s always watching.

Spencer’s eating you out with abandon with his eyes squeezed shut, though his naked lower half is grinding desperately against the hotel bed sheets below him.

You can’t find it within yourself to warn him, to tell him that Elle hadn’t given him permission to get himself off just yet.

You were only supposed to be exchanging ideas about the case together in her hotel room, but this… this is just something that the three of you do sometimes, but never, ever during a case.

You can tell that she was frustrated as she looked between you and the boy genius that screamed the need for control, because she didn’t like being clueless, didn’t like not being able to step in when she wanted. So, why not control the two people who are more than willing to have sex with each other?

One of Spencer’s long, veiny hands were intertwined with yours, the other two fingers deep and scraping against your g-spot.

“Mmf – gah!” You cried out, back arching.

“Spencer.” Elle says in warning, her eyes locked on where his hips are gyrating on the bed.

Spencer’s mouth disconnects from you, and he rests his cheek on the inside of your full thigh, huffing and desperately trying to take in air. His fingers don’t stop moving, but he squeezes his eyes closed in an attempt to stop him.

“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry. ‘M just so hard…” His words trail off into a whine and you take pity on him, threading your fingers through his hair in support.

Elle watches for a moment before it looks like she makes a decision.

“Get up. She’s gonna ride you.”

Your body heats up at the fact that she’s talking about you like you aren’t there, but Spencer is quick to slip out of your hold, the man being sweet enough to grip you by your hands to help rearrange both of your bodies until you’re sat on top of him.

You grip his cock, eager to sit down on him before Elle goes, “Stop.”

You freeze and throw a desperate eye over your shoulder.

She’s stripping herself out of her t-shirt and jeans, leaving behind her matching black lace set. If you didn’t know her any better, you would think that she planned this. That’s the thing about your dom, she was always such a wild card.

“I’m gonna guide you and set the pace, and if you go any faster than I told you two, you both aren’t cumming at all.”

Your eyes quickly find Spencer’s and the look that you send him is pleading, because you know how needy he gets when he’s wired up, and the both of you have been edged for the past hour; you were to be eaten out without orgasming, and that went the same for him.

“Yes, Mistress.” Was Spence’s breathless reply, and you sent him a small, thankful smile.

She clambers onto the bed, a beautifully manicured hand landing on your hand, the other gripping Spencer’s dick cruelly.

A loud whimper resonates around the room, and you trail your hands down his soft yet lean chest, a soothing gesture. She slowly lowers your body down onto him, his hardness breaching your entrance.

You can feel every pulsing vein and ridge as he finally bottoms out, a long moan forces its way from your throat. Elle trails her lips up the side of your neck, and her other hand holds your free hip now, both of them settled on you.

“How does it feel?” She murmurs into the shell of your ear, and you shiver. “Good…” You mewl, back arching, “So good.”

“You hear that, Spence? She thinks you feel good. What do you say?”

“Th…” He gulps. “Thank you.”

She hums. “Good boy.”

Elle lifts your hips up once more and you follow her, the drag slow and merciful and you cry out on when you’re dropped back down, the tip of Spencer’s cock jabbing at your g-spot.

Spencer’s strained moan resounds from below you, his teeth clenched and hands gripping at the fat of your waist, right above hers.

“Move your hips to meet me.” She commands, and he follows.

The pace is wonky at first before a steady rhythm is established. She’s basically making you ride him, and all you could do is take it, head falling forward.

“Mistress, can I kiss him please?” You whine, eyes locked and his.

“Mm.” She hums, teasing for a moment. “Sure.” When she says so, she pushes you down by your shoulder, so you and Spencer are chest-to-chest.

You lock lips, but she sets harder thrusts that steal your breath away, practically punching sounds out of the both of you as you whimper into each other's mouths.

“Are any of you close?” She questions.

You feel Spencer nod, dislodging your kissing. “Yes, yes! ‘M close.”

She calls your name, and you crane your neck the best as you can to look at her. “Are you close?”

“Yeah.” The words are small and meek but they’re there, and you’re falling so quickly into subspace that all you can do is trust her to get you where you need to be. “Rub her clit, Spence, and when she cums, then you can.”

He’s quick to move, reaching between your squished bodies to rub at your lower half, the woman never stopping the movement between the two of you.

With every jab at your g-spot mixed with his bony fingers rubbing at you, you feel that familiar tightening of your gut before you call out, “Cumming!” As your warning.

You rest your head on Spencer’s shoulder as Elle assists the genius with reaching his end with your pussy. You hear a loud, pornographic moan resound throughout the room combined with the sound of wet slapping, before your insides feel warm with his release.

You all stop and pause, both of your chests rising and falling with exertion.

“You guys did so well.” Elle praises, dragging her hand down your spine. “Are you okay?” She asks. “Mhm.” The two of you hum.

“What about you?” Spencer rumbles from below you. “I’m fine.” She waves away his question.

“This was enough.”

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falsegirlprophet · 9 months ago

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𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍, 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖻

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 (2𝙆) (𝙏𝙒; 𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣)

‼️18+ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈‼️

The story of how the priest fell in love was a single thread that, for better or for worse, tied Eve to her fate.

The Singh family had immigrated from Kolkata to Omaha in search of America’s land of opportunity.

As Eve joined her family in their pew, a handsome young man with brunette hair took to the pulpit; a heavy black cassock hung from his broad shoulders, a crucifix laid over his chest. “Good morning.”

It was a different sight than usual this Sunday morning.

Father Mayhew gave the masses on Sundays and Holy Days of Obligation but was priming his son to take his place on the altar and be the humble shepherd to the sheep of the town.

Charlie Mayhew.

The town’s golden boy, opening doors for the elderly, volunteering at the transient shelter, and babysitting the children of the parishioners.

The perfect picture of what a priest’s son should be.

Charlie didn’t hold any prejudice toward his congregation’s newest additions; he and his father welcomed them with open arms and introduced them to the community as if they were already one of their own.

Even when the townspeople were hesitant or unwilling to accept their newest residents.

“Miss Singh.”

Eve turned at the sound of her last name, looking over her shoulder with wide brown eyes as Father Mayhew’s son approached her with an easygoing grin, smiling and greeting other parishioners as he made his way to her.

“Good Morning,” Eve’s accent was heavy, and her English was still being learned.

The townspeople gave her family odd looks when they did not take the time to understand Eve’s family and friends properly. “The sermon you gave was lovely.”

“Thank you.” Ever humble, Charlie bowed his head meekly. “I have to admit, it’s distracting up there when you’re beneath me.”

Eve blinked in surprise, and Charlie quickly reassured her with a charming grin. “I couldn’t help noticing you’re...missing something.”

“What am I missing?” Eve looked down at herself, holding her missal and rosary in her hands.

Charlie only laughed softly and shook his head dismissively.

“Come back at golden hour. Seven P.M.”

Charlie gestured to the interior of the church. “The light comes through the stained glass just right, and this place becomes...” His dark eyes lingered on Eve for a moment too long, and both young adults could somehow see their lives playing out before them. “Transcendent.”

The gold light reminded Eve of her tree swing in the woods of her childhood home as she entered the chapel at seven p.m. on the dot. “Hello?” Her voice echoed in the chapel as she searched for Charlie, who made his presence known from the choir loft behind her.

“Oh!” Eve felt small with Charlie looking down on her from on high; she had felt that way since her family had arrived in Omaha with only the clothes on their backs and their hearts in their hands. “I’m sorry, I did not know you were there.”

Charlie only grinned as if he knew something she didn’t. “Come up here; it’s a better view.”

Eve joined Charlie in the choir loft, and he was right.

The view from up above was better.

“I hope this isn’t too forward.” Eve followed Charlie to the sacristy, gasping in surprise when he began to unbutton his black dress shirt and remove his belt. “I’m going to clean up before I give you what you came for.”

“Wait here.” The gentle demand in Charlie’s voice stirred something inside Eve; she just wasn’t sure what that alien feeling was yet.

Eve turned her head away to stare at the crosses hanging from the wall as Charlie stripped in front of her to his underwear as if he were putting on a show.

Dark eyes stole glances at the size of Charlie straining through the nearly see-through delicate material. “Okay.” She exhaled shakily when Charlie’s half-naked figure disappeared into the bathroom.

The sound of shower water hitting the floor and steam filled the tiny room. It got humid quickly. Eve undid the first few buttons of her dress, sighing and fanning herself as she waited for Charlie to finish.

‘If you’re listening, God. Don’t let Mummy and Daddy catch me.’ Eve silently prayed to the various crosses and religious imagery decorating the church back room.

An unmarried woman still at home with her parents, alone in the handsome, young priest’s chambers?

Eve second-guessed the consequences of this visit as she redid the buttons of her dress, shooting to her feet when Charlie exited the bathroom in a cloud of steam.

Droplets of water dripped down Charlie’s bare and glistening chest; his brunette hair was shiny copper in the low light of the room. “Is something wrong, Eve?” He looked down at himself, laughing as if he now realized he was naked.

Save the white towel hanging from his hips.

Eve followed the trail of hair on Charlie’s abdomen that disappeared underneath the towel. “I... do not want to get us in trouble.” She nervously twisted a lock of hair around her index finger, turning it purple. “What would people say?”

Charlie’s expression changed to one of mock hurt. ‘Me?’ He mouthed, putting a hand over his heart. “Miss Singh. I’m wounded.” He boldly walked up to Eve, caging her against the dresser she backed up against and retrieving a velvety, black box that sat inside.

“I cannot accept-” Charlie gently shushed Eve when she began protesting, putting his smooth, cool hands over Eve’s to guide her fingers to open the box.

Gasping softly, Eve was in silent awe as she lifted a golden crucifix, hanging from a delicate gold chain that dangled from Eve’s long, brown fingers. “It’s beautiful.” She whispered, her dark brows knit together in confusion. “What is it?”

“This shows who you belong to.” Charlie watched the gold light reflect on Eve’s features as she admired the necklace.

Eve allowed Charlie to take the necklace from her fingers, his words running through her head. ‘Who I belong to?’ She wondered. ‘Who do I belong to?’

“Turn around.”

Eve obeyed as if Charlie’s commands were almost second nature, closing her eyes when Charlie gathered her long, black locks in his hands and combed his fingers through it once, twice, before pulling her hair back to fall between her shoulder blades.

The necklace chain was cold as it graced Eve’s throat, shuddering when she felt Charlie ever-so-slightly run his index finger along her collarbone. “Blessed be you.”

Eve nodded and bid Charlie goodbye, confused of the events that had transpired as she walked home.

The tutoring lessons Eve began with Charlie to learn English, and church study became frequent. Charlie would stop short of giving Eve her release, cleaning, redressing, and sending Eve home before someone grew suspicious of the young adults’ mutual absence.

“I am hiding from something I cannot stop.”

Eve stood in the church sacristy with Charlie, her dress bunched in her fists from how tight she clenched her hands at her sides. “It feels like a fever in me.”

The dreams of Charlie’s body on Eve’s, learning to touch herself the way Charlie had instructed her, secret glances and touches in the chapel—it was all becoming too much for Eve to bear.

“Please,” Eve begged, getting on her knees and clasping her hands, looking up at Charlie with desperate brown eyes. “Help me.”

“Oh, Lamb…” Charlie sighed long and low. He guided Eve onto all fours on his mattress, pushing her dark hair off her shoulders and pressing his nose into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply until Eve filled his senses. “You'd do well to say yes to me.”

Feeling Charlie’s cold, smooth hands slide up her waist, undoing every button before sliding the dress up over her head. “Do as I say.” His tone was low and dark; it reverberated through Eve’s body as he dragged his mouth down her spine.

Neatly folding Eve’s dress, Charlie placed it on the bedside table.

“I’m on fire,” Eve exhaled shakily, bunching the fabric of the comforter in her hands when she clenched them into fists underneath her, feeling Charlie’s heavy, dark presence behind her.

“I’m on fire, I’m on fire, I’m on fire...” Eve chanted like a prayer as Charlie teased her with featherlight touches that transformed into a hungry seizing of Eve’s flesh, digging his strong fingers into her soft, brown skin and marking her as his for the taking.

“You poor thing...” Charlie rolled his neck, muscles flexing as he pulled the towel from around his waist, freeing his erection as he approached the end of the bed. “Sweet, mourning lamb.”

Eve closed her eyes when Charlie ran his index finger down her spine, gripping her hip in his hand as he teased the throbbing head of his erection against her soft cunt. “There's nothing you can do.” His jawline flexed, muscles straining, and his face flushed as he bent over Eve’s trembling frame. “It's already been done.”

‘What fear a woman like you brings upon a man like me.’ Charlie thought darkly as he wrapped Eve’s ebony locks around his fingers and closed his hand into a fist. “Show me your face.” He demanded, giving Eve’s hair a sharp tug to force her back to arch, making her look up at him with desperate brown eyes.

“Heard you,” Charlie was a man possessed, massaging Eve’s breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples until they hardened under the pads of his fingers.

Eve turned her face into the pillow and screamed when Charlie stretched and rubbed her most intimate part, “Saw you.” His dark eyes never strayed from Eve as she writhed like a snake underneath the weight of him.

“Felt you,” Each prayer was punctuated by a thrust from the priest; his headboard scratched the sacristy wall. “Gave you.” Charlie dropped his head to his chest when Eve clenched around him, grunting in time with their movements.

“Need you,” Eve continued the prayer when Charlie went non-verbal, his dark eyes blown out as he frantically began to fuck her into the mattress. “Love you.” She felt Charlie’s hands slide underneath her legs and pushed her knees to her chest.

Glancing at his reflection in his dresser mirror, Charlie grinned at his flushed and sweaty face, his chest and neck marked with love bites and scratches from Eve.

Flexing a toned arm, Charlie admired how Eve’s long legs shook atop his broad shoulders, bending over to give Eve a sweet kiss on her sweaty lips.

“Charlie-!” Tears streamed down Eve’s face; it hurt how big Charlie was inside her, stretching her open and thrusting relentlessly.

“Am I hurting you, Lamb?” Bending over Eve, Charlie took the gold chain of her crucifix necklace between his teeth; he was slower now but still grunting loudly with every thrust.

“Here…” Charlie’s hand traveled down Eve’s heaving chest to her abdomen, swollen with the fill of him. Finding the hard nub at the top of her cunt, Charlie began to massage Eve’s clit.

Eve’s lips began to tremble, more and more tears streaming down her sweet face as she felt herself clamp down on Charlie.

Eyes wide and lips parted in a silent scream, Eve stiffened, her palms flat against Charlie’s biceps as he finished alongside her.

Charlie pulled out and frantically pumped his arm, locking desperate eyes with Eve as he moaned long and low. A white, warm, and sticky fluid coated Eve’s tummy when Charlie came with stuttering breath and blown-out eyes.

Panting softly on her side, Eve felt Charlie retreat from the bed, listening to the sound of a drawer opening and closing and water being poured.

Kneeling bedside, Charlie placed a wooden handle with multiple ropes hanging from it on the bed, splaying the ropes out wide as he gripped the base of the handle and braced himself.

The sound of wind whistling through the air and the crack of rope on skin made Eve sit straight up, drawing her knees to her chest and covering her face with her arms in horror as she watched bloody stripes bloom onto Charlie’s back.

A single tear slipped down Charlie’s flushed face as he began to line up the blood-stained rope once more.

“Stop-!” Eve threw herself over Charlie, crying out when the rope scarred her wrist. “Why-?” She felt hot tears begin to slip down her cheeks, dripping into Charlie’s wounds. “Why do you do this to yourself?”

“It’s repenting for our sin.” Charlie moved robotically, trying to line up the rope once more, but Eve stopped him with a hand on his forearm. “I have to do it.” He insisted as Eve took his face in her hands, burying her nose in his brunette locks.

“Please,” Eve hugged Charlie’s neck, kissing his temple and gently rubbing his bruised and bloody back. “If someone has to be punished,” She sniffled and pushed her black curtain of hair out of her eyes, her face slick with tears. “This is my fault. I…..tempted you.”

Charlie looked at Eve with tear-filled eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment, making him look boyish and innocent. “I came to you today.” Eve insisted, taking Charlie’s hands and kissing his wrists and fingers. “Punish me.” She begged, clinging to him in desperation.

Slowly nodding, Charlie guided Eve to kneel beside him, exposing her naked back. “Oh, Lamb…” He sighed, gently dragging the ropes down Eve’s spine. “Sweet, mourning, lamb.”

Eve screamed and buried her face in her arms when she felt the sting of the rope against her flesh.

Charlie was quick to envelop Eve in his arms, shushing and comforting her before someone outside was alerted to the illicit goings on in the sacristy.

“Do you think you can take two more?” Charlie opened his bedside drawer and retrieved a salve for Eve’s aftercare. “Three will be enough to please the Holy Trinity.”

Drained of tears, Eve nodded and assumed her previous position, feeling Charlie rubbing the front of his clothed erection into her back as he raised the handle once more.

Two.

Three.

Eve combed her fingers through Charlie’s hair as he cleaned her with a warm washcloth. “Let me.” Charlie took Eve’s delicates when her hands trembled; he slid to his knees and wrapped a hand around Eve’s ankle, lifting it to slide her underwear up her still shaking legs. “It’ll be better if I do these things for you from now on.”

Redoing the buttons of her dress and putting Eve’s black hair over her shoulders, Charlie hooked a finger underneath the gold chain of her necklace, tugging the crucifix upright and forcing Eve to strain her neck to look up at him. “Who do you belong to?” He asked in an even and measured tone.

“You. I belong to you.” Eve sighed in reply, the priest gently laid the necklace across her collarbone, guiding her on his arm out of the sacristy and into the chapel, standing at the church doors as Charlie bid Eve goodbye.

“After Sunday Mass. I want you waiting on all fours in my bed.” Charlie sweetly kissed Eve’s swollen lips goodbye, but she could see in his eyes it was a demand, not a request, from her priest.

“Yes, Father.”

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✨Fucking Brats - 3/3✨

Summary: You and Ben have two teenage daughters, and lately, they’ve been nothing short of awful. With Ben away on missions, you've been taking the heat. But when he finally steps back through that door and sees how they’ve been treating you? Hell breaks loose. Because no one—not even his own brats—messes with his girl.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst

Word Count: 5041

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 💙

Ben just nodded toward the door. “Let’s go. Your mom’s probably busting her ass making dinner while you two emotional wrecks sulk up here”.

Liv scoffed. “Wow, apology rescinded”. Ava smirked, standing up. “Yeah, let’s go before she makes something weird”.

Ben let out a loud laugh as he led them out the door.

As the three of them made their way downstairs, Liv, Ava, and Ben were already running their mouths, loud and dramatic, feeding off each other like a pack of assholes with too much confidence.

“I’m just saying”, Ava started, hands gesturing wildly. “Mom’s pregnancy cravings? Insane”. Liv groaned, throwing her head back. “Oh my god, the pasta”. Ben snorted. “That goddamn pasta”.

You raised an eyebrow, standing by the stove as you stirred the pot, eyeing them suspiciously. “What about my pasta?”.

All three of them stopped at the kitchen entrance. For a brief second, there was silence, before Ben smirked. “Oh, we’re talking about that shit you made last week”. Liv gagged dramatically, dropping into a chair. “With the peanut butter. And the pickles. And the hot sauce”. Ava shuddered. “I’m traumatized”.

Ben scoffed, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, grinning as he shook his head. “I’ve seen war crimes less offensive than that fucking meal”.

You gasped, placing a hand over your chest, offended. “Excuse me?”.

Liv shot you a look. “Mom. Mom. Be honest with yourself”. Ava nodded aggressively. “You couldn’t even finish it!”.

You huffed, turning back to the stove, gripping the spoon tighter. “It sounded good at the time”.

Ben chuckled, coming up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist, his hands resting over your growing belly. “Baby, I love you”, he murmured against your ear, his breath warm, teasing. “But that shit was a fucking crime”.

You rolled your eyes, leaning into him anyway, the warmth of his body melting away any fake offense you were holding onto. “Well, good thing I didn’t make it tonight, then”.

Ben grinned, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

Ava mumbled as she plopped down into a chair, crossing her arms like she was genuinely suffering. “You two are so cheesy with each other now”, she grumbled. “Like, way worse than before”.

Liv nodded, stabbing her fork into the table for emphasis. “Seriously. Ever since Mom got pregnant, it’s like, constant touching, constant whispering, constant gross couple shit”.

Ben, still pressed against your back, grinned.

“Oh, I’m sorry”, he drawled, tightening his grip around your waist, swaying you both slightly. “Does affection make you uncomfortable, princess?”.

Liv gagged dramatically, shoving her chair back. “Ugh”. Ava made a face, waving her hands in front of her like she was warding off a curse. “Make it stop”.

You just laughed, reaching back to thread your fingers through Ben’s hair, tilting your head slightly toward him. “You hear that?”, you teased, smirking. “We’re disgusting”.

Ben grinned, his stubble scratching against your jaw as he purposely kissed along your neck. “Yeah?”, he muttered, low and smug. “Guess we better really lean into it, then”.

Liv and Ava groaned loudly, practically hiding their faces in their hands as Ben purposely kissed along your neck, clearly enjoying how much he was torturing them. “I swear”, Liv muttered, voice muffled by her arms. “I will move out”. Ava nodded dramatically. “I’ll help you pack”.

But then, the doorbell rang. All four of you paused. Your brows furrowed slightly. “Were we expecting someone?”.

Ben immediately stiffened, his instincts sharp as ever as he pulled away from you, his expression shifting from playful to wary in an instant. “Nobody told me shit”, he muttered, his jaw tightening.

Liv, on the other hand, looked suddenly uncomfortable. Suspiciously uncomfortable. Ava noticed immediately, her head snapping toward her sister. “Oh, no fucking way—”. Before she could even finish, Liv bolted for the door.

Ben’s eyes narrowed as he watched her practically sprint across the room. “…What the fuck is that about?”.

Ava, already grinning, propped her elbow on the table. “Ohhh, this is gonna be good”.

Ben shot her a look before pushing off the counter, his instincts fully activated now. Liv never rushed to answer the door. Ben always got to the door first. So the fact that she was moving so damn fast? Yeah. Something was off. And he didn’t fucking like it.

By the time he made it to the door, Liv had already opened it. And standing on the porch, hands casually tucked into the pockets of his jacket, stood some goddamn kid.

Tall. Athletic. Smug as hell.

Ben stepped up right behind Liv, his broad frame towering over her, his presence instantly taking over the entire space. His green eyes flicked over the kid standing on the porch, his expression dark, unimpressed, borderline murderous. “Who the fuck is this?”, he muttered, his voice low and dangerous.

Liv froze. Jason, hadn’t even spoken yet. Because the second his eyes landed on Ben, they went wide as hell. The confidence, the casual ease he had just seconds ago? Gone. Completely fucking wiped out. Because Jason knew exactly who was standing in front of him. And, more importantly, he realized exactly whose daughter he had been chasing for the past year.

“Holy shit”, Jason blurted out, taking a step back like he had just been physically hit by the realization. “You’re—you’re Soldier Boy”.

Ben narrowed his eyes, his jaw tightening. “No shit”.

Liv inhaled sharply, suddenly stepping in front of him, her back practically pressed against his chest as she waved her hands in front of Jason’s stunned face. “Okay, okay, no need to freak out—”.

Jason’s eyes snapped to her, still wide as hell. “You’re his kid?”.

Liv groaned loudly, rubbing her temples. “This is exactly why we never told anyone”.

Ben’s frown deepened. His gaze flickered between the two of them, the gears turning in his head, piecing together exactly what was happening right now. “Wait a fucking second”, he muttered, stepping around Liv slightly, his sharp eyes locking onto Jason like a goddamn target.

Jason immediately stiffened, swallowing hard.

Ben crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head slightly. “You knew my daughter before this moment?”.

Jason hesitated. Ben’s brow twitched. Liv groaned again, running a hand down her face. “Dad—”.

Ben ignored her, his focus entirely on Jason. “Lemme guess”, he muttered, his voice like gravel. “You been sniffin’ around her?”.

Jason visibly paled.

Ava, who had been silently watching from the kitchen, immediately burst into laughter, shaking her head. “Oh my god, this is so much better than I thought it’d be”.

Jason’s lips parted, but nothing came out. Ben took a slow step forward. Jason immediately took one back.

Liv gritted her teeth, throwing her arms up. “Dad, can you not scare off the first guy who actually has the balls to like me?”.

Ben stopped immediately. His head snapped toward her. His eyes narrowed. “What the fuck did you just say?”.

Liv’s own eyes widened slightly, like she had just now realized what she admitted out loud.

Jason inhaled deeply, running a hand down his face. “Shit—”.

Ben turned back to him so fast that Jason actually flinched.

“Oh, hell no”, Ben muttered, taking another step forward, his voice sharp as hell. “You got a fucking crush on my daughter?”.

Jason hesitated. And that? That was a big fucking mistake. Because now Ben knew. The hesitation. The look of panic. Yeah. This little shit had been chasing after Liv.

Ben clenched his jaw, inhaling deeply, rubbing a hand down his face. “You gotta be fucking kidding me”, he muttered under his breath.

Liv let out a loud, frustrated groan, shoving at Ben’s shoulder, which did absolutely nothing, of course. “Dad”, she snapped, her face red with pure humiliation. “Can you not make this weird?”.

Ben laughed humorlessly, looking at her like she had just asked him to burn his own house down. “Not make it weird?”. He turned back to Jason, who still looked one second away from passing out. “How old are you?”, Ben snapped.

Jason blinked rapidly, suddenly unsure how to answer that question without dying. “Uh—”.

Ben’s expression darkened. “Too fucking slow”.

Liv immediately shoved him back again. “Dad!”.

Jason let out a slow, shaky breath, running a hand through his hair. “I’m seventeen”, he muttered.

Ben snorted. “Not even a legal adult. Great”.

Jason bristled, squaring his shoulders slightly, as if trying to regain an ounce of confidence. “I’m the top of my class at Godolkin”, he muttered. “I have full control of my powers. I—”.

Ben immediately cut him off. “Oh, you got powers, huh?”, he muttered, tilting his head, his gaze suddenly much sharper. “Go on then. Tell me what you do, kid”.

Jason hesitated again.

Ben grinned. “See?”, he muttered, glancing at Liv. “If he won’t even fucking say it, it means he doesn’t want me to know”, He turned back to Jason, his voice dropping into something dangerous. “So what the fuck do you do?”.

Liv groaned aggressively, shoving at Ben again. “Can you not interrogate him like we’re in a goddamn war zone?”.

Ben ignored her, his eyes locked onto Jason, who still hadn’t answered.

Jason exhaled sharply. “I—control electricity”, he muttered quickly. “Like—bio-electric energy”.

Ben just stared at him. Then he grinned darkly, shaking his head. “Oh, that’s fucking adorable”.

Jason tensed.

Ben chuckled, glancing at Liv. “This the best you could do, kid?”.

Liv glared. “Dad!”.

Ben sighed dramatically, rubbing his jaw. “Jesus, you couldn’t have found a kid with lasers or some shit?”.

Liv threw her hands up. “WHY WOULD I NEED A GUY WITH LASERS?”.

Ben just grinned. “For protection, obviously".

Liv groaned so loud you were pretty sure the neighbors heard it. Ava, meanwhile, was dying in the background, choking on her own laughter. Jason just looked like he wanted to leave and never come back.

You sighed heavily, stepping forward and placing a hand on Ben’s arm, giving him a pointed look. "Stop being an ass, Ben". Ben turned to you, his smug grin still firmly in place, like he was fully prepared to keep making this kid’s life a living nightmare.

You, however, were done with it. Turning your gaze toward Jason, who still looked like he was reconsidering every decision that led him here, you gave him a small, polite smile. "You hungry, Jason? We were just sitting down for dinner".

Ben’s head snapped toward you so fast you swore you heard his neck crack. Liv visibly paled, her eyes wide as hell. “Mom, what the fuck—”.

Jason blinked, clearly not expecting that. “Uh…”.

Ava, still fully entertained by everything happening, immediately perked up. “Oh, this is gonna be good”.

Ben scowled hard, his arms crossing over his chest, his glare cutting through you. “Oh, fuck that”.

You shot him a look. “Ben”.

Ben scoffed. “No. No fucking way”.

Liv, already red-faced and fully spiraling, let out an embarrassed groan, throwing her arms up. “Mom, please don’t”.

You ignored her, tilting your head at Jason. “Well?”.

Jason hesitated, glancing at Ben, then at Liv, then back at you, his brain clearly scrambling to decide whether or not dinner was worth dying over.

Liv, face still completely red, turned to him, her voice low, pleading. "Do not say yes".

Jason, clearly aware that either decision would result in some level of pain, hesitated for another second. "Uh… sure?".

Liv slammed her eyes shut. “Oh my God”.

Ben let out a sharp, unbelievably dramatic laugh, shaking his head as he turned away. Ava, at this point, was basically crying, gripping the back of a chair, her laughter completely uncontrollable.

You just nodded, smiling pleasantly. “Great! Come on in”.

Jason stepped inside hesitantly, his shoulders tight as hell, clearly expecting to get tackled at any second.

Ben, who was now standing off to the side, glared at you hard as hell. You turned to him, patting his chest, giving him a sweet smile. “Be nice”.

Ben let out a low, borderline murderous chuckle, shaking his head. “Oh, I’ll be real nice”, he muttered under his breath. “Real fucking nice”.

Liv groaned loudly, dragging a hand down her face as Jason nervously took a seat at the table.

Dinner was a disaster from the moment it started.

Jason sat awkwardly stiff at the table, his hands folded in his lap like he was mentally preparing for combat. Liv looked like she wanted to crawl under the table and disappear. Ava was fully thriving, watching the whole thing like it was the best show she’d ever seen.

And Ben was having the time of his goddamn life, watching Jason squirm, his smirk deadly, his sharp green eyes never leaving the poor kid.

You sat across from them, already exhausted, regretting every choice that led up to this.

Ben leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, casually studying Jason like he was interrogating an enemy combatant. “So, Jason”, he drawled, his voice low, dripping with pure menace. “You been chasing after my daughter for how long now?”.

Jason choked on his water immediately.

Liv snapped her head up, her face bright red. “Dad!”.

Ben just grinned. “What? It’s a simple question”.

Jason, still recovering, cleared his throat aggressively. “Uh—I, um—”.

Ava, now fully invested, leaned her chin on her hand, smirking. “Yeah, Jason, how long?”. Liv shot her a murderous glare. “You are literally the worst”.

Jason exhaled deeply, looking like he wanted to die. “We’ve, uh… known each other for about a year”.

Ben’s smirk widened. “And in that year, how many times have you thought about dating my daughter?”.

Jason froze. Liv’s entire body tensed. “Dad, I swear—”.

Ben leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “Go on, kid. Tell me”.

Jason swallowed hard, his jaw tightening slightly like he was trying to find the right answer that wouldn’t get him killed. “…I think she’s great”, he said carefully. “She’s strong. Smart. And, uh… yeah. I like her”. Liv’s face burned, and she immediately grabbed her napkin, covering it like it would save her from this moment.

Ben just stared at Jason for a long moment, his eyes sharp as hell, his expression unreadable. But then, he nodded slowly. “Alright”, he muttered.

Jason blinked. “…Alright?”.

Ben picked up his fork, stabbing a piece of food. “Yeah. Alright”.

Liv, still hiding her face, peeked up slightly. “Wait, what?”.

Ben shrugged, chewing. “I mean, he coulda said some dumbass shit like, ‘She’s hot’, or ‘She’s having a nice body" or some other garbage”. He swallowed, gesturing at Jason with his fork. “But this one? He at least knows she’s got a brain”.

Liv just stared at him, still suspicious. “So… you don’t hate him?”.

Ben exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders. “I still don’t like him”.

Jason visibly tensed. “That’s… fair”.

Ben smirked, pointing at him. “But at least you know your place”.

Jason just nodded slowly, like that was the best response he was going to get. Ava groaned dramatically, shaking her head. “Lame”. Liv exhaled deeply, rubbing her temples. “I cannot believe we just survived that”.

Ben scoffed. “Dinner ain’t over yet”.

Jason went stiff again. Liv groaned loudly, dropping her head onto the table. You sighed, reaching for your drink, already regretting inviting him over in the first place.

After Dinner, you exhaled slowly, pressing a hand against the counter to steady yourself as a sharp, heavy ache crawled up your spine. It was sudden, radiating from your lower back up through your shoulders, the kind of pain that made you pause, made you clench your jaw as you tried to breathe through it. It wasn’t unfamiliar. You had felt this before.

When you were pregnant with the twins, every symptom had been ten times worse than what a normal human pregnancy was supposed to be. You had been exhausted, your body constantly sore, the weight of carrying half-supec genes making everything more intense. And this? This was the same.

“Mom?”.

You turned your head slightly, catching Ava standing by the sink, her brows furrowed, her sharp eyes scanning you like she knew something was off. You forced a small smile, waving a hand. “I’m fine, baby, just—”. Another sharp wave of pain shot up your back. Your hand immediately gripped the edge of the counter.

Ava’s eyes narrowed. “Mom”, she said, her voice firm this time. “You’re not fine”.

You exhaled deeply, squeezing your eyes shut for a second before slowly straightening up, rolling your shoulders. “It’s just my back”, you muttered, shaking your head. “It was the same with you two. Everything’s just… heavier”.

Ava’s jaw tensed, like she was processing that. Like she didn’t fucking like it. And before you could reassure her, Ben and Liv’s voices cut through the kitchen, still loudly bickering over Jason.

“Oh, come the fuck on”, Liv groaned, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Jason does not look like a GQ model”.

Ben scoffed. “Kid, if that boy wasn’t a supe, I guarantee he’d be modeling overpriced cologne in some goddamn magazine”. Liv snorted. “Well, at least he’d smell good”.

“Okay, no. Fuck that”, Ben grumbled and threw a towel after her. Liv cackled, dodging him immediately as he reached for her, their play-fighting escalating into complete chaos in the background.

But Ava? Ava wasn’t paying attention to any of that. Her focus was still entirely on you. Her brows furrowed slightly, her lips pressing into a tight line before she took a slow step forward. “Does it hurt a lot?”. she asked, her voice quieter now.

You blinked, caught slightly off guard by the shift in her tone. “Oh—no, it’s just… a dull ache”.

Ava didn’t look convinced. But she didn’t argue. Instead, she did something that actually surprised you. She stepped closer and placed a careful hand against your lower back. Immediately, a soft, almost electric warmth spread over your spine, a soothing sensation rolling through your body, the pain dulling under her touch. Your breath caught slightly. “Ava—”.

“Shh”, she muttered, her brows furrowing slightly in focus. “Just… hold still for a second”. The warmth continued, humming just beneath your skin, easing the tension from your muscles like a steady, controlled pulse of energy. It was gentle. It was intentional. And it was the first time you had ever felt Ava use her powers like this. Your throat bobbed, your eyes slightly wide as you glanced down at her. “You… can do this?”.

Ava exhaled slowly. “I—yeah. I mean… kinda”, she admitted, her voice softer now. “I don’t really know how it works. I just… thought about it”.

You blinked, watching her carefully. For all her sarcasm, her attitude, her occasional recklessness, Ava had never been the type to use her abilities this way. Never the type to heal. And yet, the pain in your back was already gone. You inhaled slowly, resting a hand over hers, squeezing gently. “Ava”, you murmured, your voice full of something warm, something proud.

She just huffed, shaking her head like she was shrugging it off. “Don’t make it weird”. You smiled, your eyes still soft. “I’m not".

Ava cleared her throat, stepping back, rubbing the back of her neck. “Yeah, well… you’re carrying my sibling, so, like… can’t have you breaking in half or whatever”.

Your chest tightened slightly. Because that? That was her way of saying she cared. Before you could respond, before you could even process what just happened, Ben’s loud, dramatic voice filled the kitchen again. “Alright, I’m done talking about that fucking kid, who, by the way, is never stepping foot in this house again! What the hell are you two whispering about?”.

You and Ava both turned immediately, blinking at him like two kids caught doing something secretive. Liv, catching the shift in energy, frowned slightly. “Wait. What just happened?”.

You opened your mouth, but Ava, forever her father’s daughter, just rolled her eyes and muttered— “Nothing. Mom was just being dramatic”.

Ben grinned. “Hah! See? She gets it from you”.

You sighed deeply, shaking your head. But as you glanced at Ava, you caught the way she was still watching you, still making sure you were really okay. And in that moment, you knew she was her father’s daughter. But she was yours, too.

You shook your head, still feeling the lingering warmth from Ava’s touch, still processing the fact that she had just used her abilities to help you, not to fight, not to lash out, but to heal. It was a small moment, but it meant everything. But of course, Ava would never let you make it sentimental. So instead, you just exhaled, offering her a small smile before turning back to the sink.

Ben, oblivious as ever, just grinned at Ava’s comment. “See? You are the dramatic one”.

You shot him a look. “Oh, please. You just spent the last hour interrogating a teenage boy like it was a CIA op”.

Ben’s smirk widened. “Yeah, and?”.

Liv groaned, rubbing her temples. “Can we not bring Jason up again? I’m begging”. Ava snorted. “Hey, at least he survived”. Ben scoffed. “Barely”. Liv shot him a glare. “You barely let him survive”. Ben just shrugged, looking way too satisfied with himself.

You sighed, shaking your head as you continued cleaning up. “Well, if he actually sticks around after that disaster of a dinner, then maybe he’s not so bad”.

Ben immediately scowled. “Or maybe he’s too stupid to be afraid”.

Ava laughed. “Or maybe he really likes Liv”. Liv groaned dramatically, standing up. “I’m leaving this conversation”.

Ben smirked. “Good. Make sure you lock your goddamn window, or else Romeo might come crawling in”.

Liv froze. “It was just one-".

Ben narrowed his eyes. “Wait. Wait”. His head snapped toward Liv. “You haven’t snuck out to see him, have you?”. Liv’s silence was the only answer he needed.

Ben’s entire expression dropped. He sighed deeply, rubbing a hand down his face before muttering, “Fuck Liv".

You closed your eyes, pressing your fingers against your temple. “Liv”.

Liv threw her hands up, stepping back. “Okay, listen—”.

Ben pointed at her immediately. “Nope. Don’t even fucking try”. Ben, meanwhile, was one second away from blowing a goddamn blood vessel. “You’re fifteen, Liv”, he muttered, shaking his head. “Fucking fifteen, and you’re already sneaking out to meet some punk-ass kid?”.

Liv groaned. “It’s not like that!”.

Ben scowled. “Oh, so you just sneak out for fun?”.

Liv clenched her jaw, arms crossing over her chest.

Ben exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “You really wanna piss me off, don’t you?”.

Liv stared at him, her expression hard, her defiance bubbling back up. “I just wanted something that’s mine”, she muttered, her voice quieter now, but still firm.

Ben paused.

Liv inhaled deeply, looking down. “Something that’s… normal”.

Ben’s jaw tightened, his throat bobbing slightly. You saw it, the way his whole body shifted, the way his rage didn’t disappear, but simmered into something else. Something understanding. Something frustrated, but not at her. Ben exhaled, shaking his head. “Jesus, kid”, he muttered. “You’re making it so hard for me to stay mad at you”.

Liv rolled her eyes, kicking at the floor. “I mean, you could just let it go”.

Ben snorted. “Yeah, not happening”.

Liv sighed, shaking her head, but there was a hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. Ava, still watching, leaned toward you. “Okay, but can we talk about the fact that Liv just admitted she has a boyfriend?”. Liv’s head snapped toward her. “Shut up, Ava!”.

Ben’s eyes darkened again. “Boyfriend?”.

You couldn’t help but smile. Because despite the chaos, despite Ben nearly combusting at the thought of Liv sneaking around with a boy, despite Liv looking ready to throw herself out a window, this was normal. And that? That was all you ever wanted for them.

You knew what it meant to to deal with all that supe-bullshit, what it meant to have a life that was anything but normal. And while your girls would never be average, would never have a simple life, the fact that they were getting to date, to have crushes, to sneak out and make dumb choices like teenagers, it made your heart feel full.

Ben, meanwhile, was still stuck on the word boyfriend. His eyes flickered back to Liv, sharp and disapproving. “You’re fifteen”.

Liv groaned loudly, dragging her hands down her face. “OH MY GOD”. Ava was laughing at this point, her smirk pure evil. “She loves him, Dad”.

Ben snapped his gaze to Liv so fast you thought his neck might break. “You… LOVE him?”.

Liv froze. Her lips parted slightly, like she hadn’t actually processed what she had admitted yet. She clenched her jaw, glaring at Ava. “You suck so bad”. Ava just grinned. “I know”.

Ben let out a sharp exhale, rubbing his hand down his face aggressively before looking back at you, as if pleading for support. “You’re really okay with this?”.

You chuckled, shaking your head as you placed a hand on your hip. "Ben", you said, amusement lacing your voice. "I was eighteen when you knocked me up".

The room went dead silent. Ava’s jaw dropped. Liv made a sound like she was actively dying.

Ben, meanwhile, just froze, before he let out a long, suffering groan, rubbing both hands aggressively down his face. "Oh, for fuck’s sake", he muttered.

Ava, already grinning, turned to Liv. "Dude". Liv snapped her gaze to you, her face horrified. "Mom. MOM. WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?".

You shrugged, still smiling. "Just putting things in perspective".

Liv gagged dramatically, throwing her hands up. "OH MY GOD, THIS IS TRAUMATIZING". Ava, who was very much enjoying this, grinned wider. "Wait, wait, so if Mom was eighteen, then how old were you, Dad?".

Ben immediately glared at her. "Drop it".

Ava ignored him completely. "What was it, like… thirty-something? Forty?".

Ben pointed a sharp finger at her. "I will throw you through a fucking wall, kid".

Liv stood up so fast her chair scraped against the floor. "I AM LEAVING THIS FAMILY".

Ben rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "Oh, calm the fuck down, drama queen".

Liv gasped, pointing at you. "YOU WERE A TEENAGER, MOM. A TEENAGER".

Ben groaned loudly. "Can we not make me sound like a fucking criminal?".

Ava laughed so hard she almost fell out of her chair. You just smirked, watching Ben suffer, leaning against the counter like you were thoroughly entertained. "You’re the one freaking out about your fifteen-year-old having a boyfriend", you reminded him, tilting your head. "And here you were, getting me pregnant when I was barely an adult".

Ben scoffed, throwing his hands up. "Oh, so now I’m the fucking bad guy?".

Liv nodded aggressively. "YES. YOU. ARE. GROSS".

Ben just rolled his eyes again. "Jesus, you two are so fucking dramatic".

Liv stormed out of the room, muttering under her breath. "Fucking disgusting. Nasty. I’m gonna need therapy. Hope you’re ready to pay for it, Dad".

Ben sighed deeply, shaking his head as she disappeared upstairs, before he turned back to you, his expression deadpan. "You enjoy torturing me, don’t you?".

You grinned, stepping up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. "More than anything".

Ben huffed, resting his forehead against yours, his hands sliding over your stomach. "You’re lucky I love you". You smirked. "Oh, I know".

From the stairs, Ava called out, "You’re still a cradle robber, though!".

Ben groaned again, burying his face against your neck. "I fucking hate this family". You just laughed, holding onto him.

Ben exhaled sharply, still gripping onto you, his jaw tight.

You leaned up, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, smirking. "Now you got a full taste of what I have to deal with all the time".

Ben let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah, well, you fucking deserve it".

Then, before you could even react, his arms were suddenly under you, and with zero warning, he scooped you up effortlessly, lifting you against his chest.

You yelped, gripping his shoulders. "Ben!".

His smirk was sharp, dangerous, so goddamn smug as he carried you straight toward the stairs. "Pregnant or not, baby, you're gonna pay for that".

Ava’s voice called out from the living room. "OH MY GOD, CAN YOU TWO NOT?".

Liv groaned loudly from her room. "THERE ARE CHILDREN IN THIS HOUSE".

Ben just grinned, carrying you up the stairs with zero shame, his grip firm, possessive.

You laughed breathlessly, shaking your head. "You're ridiculous".

Ben pressed his lips against your ear, his voice low, teasing. "And you're fucking mine".

Your stomach fluttered, your heart pounding as he kicked open the bedroom door. He tossed you onto the bed, his grin wicked, his green eyes burning as he climbed over you, bracing himself on his forearms. You looked up at him, breathless, smirking. "You mad, old man?".

Ben chuckled, shaking his head. "Nah, baby". Then he dipped his head, brushing his lips slowly over yours, his voice rough, teasing. "I'm fucking thrilled".

Ava groaned loudly from her room. "SERIOUSLY, I HOPE THIS BABY KEEPS YOU BOTH UP EVERY NIGHT".

Liv’s voice followed. "IT’S WHAT YOU DESERVE".

Ben just laughed against your lips, shaking his head. "God, I fucking love our family".

And you? You just smiled. Because despite the chaos, despite the madness, despite everything, so did you.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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orionremastered · 1 year ago

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hi! I was wondering how the bats would be with a reader who is disabled or has prosthetics? they're all just very protective of people they care about since...everything, and how maybe that could start to feel sufacating at some point? Or something, idk dude

(also-the way you write is realy cute and sweet for all of them, makes them feel a lot less heavy when they have someone to hold them <33)

Masterlist

Batboys with a Disabled S/O

Dick Grayson [Fully Deaf]

A gentle touch on your shoulder prompts you to slowly turn around, a smile stretching across your face when you realise your boyfriend's back from work.

You pull him into your arms, threading your fingers through his hair. Pulling away reluctantly, you give him a kiss on the tip of his nose.

But he's not smiling; only a sad smile that makes you tilt your head in a silent question.

Don't worry about it, he signs. Have a good day?

You nod, though your frown remains when he moves to the kitchen, always adamant that he cooks whenever he's home. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, frowning at the caller ID and puts the phone on speaker as he begins cooking.

Dick gets more and more angry as the conversation goes on, his hands waving wildly around the small kitchen, only stopping to return to the cooking.

Finally, he hangs up. You tap him on the shoulder and he turns, watching as you sign;

Who was that?

Dick's shoulders raise and drop. A case I'm working on. I'll figure it out.

You nod slowly, satisfied with his response.

Jason Todd [Fully Blind]

Mornings with Jason always start like this. They always start with you gently running your fingers across his face, mapping it out and imagining it in your head. Over his nose, his lips, his stubble.

"Did you clean the apartment?" you ask, lying on top of him as your guide dog sits next to you on the mattress. "I almost knocked one of your guns off the counter yesterday."

"I did," he murmurs. You rest your fingers on his lips and feel that they're stretched into a smile. "I'm sorry for letting it get messy."

"That's okay," you reply quietly, "Ollie picked it up before it hit the floor."

Ollie, your guide dog, makes a huffing sound beside you, causing you both to chuckle.

"Good boy," Jason says proudly, feeling him shift underneath you, mostly likely to pat Ollie.

"You're both good. Too good, maybe."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jason asks.

"Hmm."

Tim Drake [Classical Ehlers-Danlos syndrome]

"Love? Can we go for a camping trip on the weekend with my friends?"

Tim turns his head slowly as he sits in his study chair. He taps the pen he's holding against his lips. "What happens if you get exhausted?"

"We can go back to the tent and rest."

"You can get bruises. A lot of bruises," he frowns, gesturing for you to walk to him. You comply.

"That's fine, they're just bruises," you respond, sitting on his lap. He begins gently drawing shapes on the bare skin of your thighs.

"You could dislocate something," he says to you, quieter now.

"You know how to put it back. You do it for me all the time."

Tim's brow furrows at the reminder of having to put back in dislocated joints more often than he'd like. "Fine. But if you even start to get a little tired, you tell me. Okay?"

You rest your forehead against his and murmur, "Okay."

Damian Wayne [Prosthetic Arm]

"I'll take those—"

"Damian, I love you, but I can put shopping bags into the car just fine." This and many similar conversations have been going on practically since the start of your relationship. And while you do find it endearing that he cares, sometimes you just want him to treat you like you didn't lose your right arm in an accident.

The man scowls. "But—"

"I'm not going to hurt myself, really."

He watches you warily, weighing the outcomes of the situation. "Fine. Only the lighter ones."

You suppose it's better than not being able to do any of them. Still, he watches you like a hawk as you put the lighter ones in the back of the car he bought you (you protested but that man has the most selective hearing).

He closes the trunk/boot after the bags are inside.

"Can I drive?" you ask, hoping you'll get luck there too.

"No."

"I know how."

"No."

#batfamily x reader #damian wayne x reader #batfam #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #tim drake x reader

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iniquitousyearning · 3 months ago

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pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease could you possibly write a short little headcanon list/ oneshot for tom riddle? can be about whatever, i seriously have not been able to think of anything good lately !

i love u 🥺 here’s a weird little piece i wrote last night in a haze of cold medicine for falling inlove with tom.

title- boy left wanting.

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you don’t just fall in love with tom riddle.

you placate him the way you would a fire across the moor — keeping yourself far enough to not be burnt but close enough to feel the heat of the molten at your fingertips and know, inevitably, it’ll spread. engulf. because tom riddle, above all else, is not a man to be snuffed out. not one who fades into a haze of ash and shadows. he’s persistent. and when he has his mind made up, it’s only a matter of time before you find his flames have spread under your feet, and began licking up your ankles.

your chest swells with the ache of it before your heart does. it’s the knowing that comes first, slow and awful:

you are going to burn for this.

for a while he exists in your life like a secret—kept not out of fear, but perseverance. reverence. the kind old gods would carve into marble and bury under cathedral floors, whispered only when the wind feels brave enough to announce the contradiction he’s become.

he holds holy in his palm in a way no unholy man should. and each time, you meet him like a confession: late, guilty, yet lacking in shame.

there is no kindness to him. not the usual degree, not the kind people wear in pleasantries. he offers up what he knows, when he knows he can, and presents it to you in fractions until he’s confident you’ll mathematize it all. he’s patient. he listens. listens so sharply it feels like you’re being taken apart with silk gloves. but it’s the only way he knows.

he says your name like it’s a hypothesis. something he can comprehend. study until he memorizes the fragments of each syllable that formalize it.

“you’re not afraid of me,” he says, long into night.

your breath fogs in the winter air. the frost doesn’t touch him.

“you want me to be.”

his mouth curls—not quite a smile, not quite mockery.

“i want you to be right.”

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you find that he doesn’t touch you the way lovers do when they want to claim. he touches you the way curiosity does when it wants to understand. tempered. fingers ghosting your thigh in the library when you lean too close. calloused palps tracing the edge of your sleeve like he’s charting the thread count. he longs to know. know the way you exist here in physical and there in ethereal. it’s the only way he can learn to trust.

he knows you’ll let him, so he doesn’t ask for permission. he just waits.

waits until your breath is too shallow and your skin too loud. until you’re blinking up at him with morning dew dotting your lashes, softened like spring.

everything is paced. every gesture a move calculated in test how of you’ll react. so when he finally does touch you in full, pressing his palm to your chest, it isn’t to hold. it’s to feel your pulse against his hand and say,

“how curious. you aren’t afraid, and still it stammers.”

you don’t fall in love.

you dissolve.

sugar left in the rain. you become the softness he can swallow. the throat he doesn’t slit. the mercy he never believed in.

and for a while, he tries.

tries to keep his hands folded. tries to keep the act up for as long as possible. tells himself you are a study, not a weakness. that your laughter doesn’t stain the walls of his dormitory. that your absence doesn’t hang around his shoulders like the curls against his neck.

but you see it.

in the way his flames cool when you speak. in the way he stares at you during duels, like he’s checking to see if you’ll flinch. if you’ll run. you never do. and that terrifies him more than anything.

because you, unafraid you, who matches him step for step, breath for breath—you make him feel possible. humanized in ways he has never known as the self-made god trapped inside the boy left wanting.

he tells you truth, quiet and unmade, “if i loved you, i would destroy you.”

you hum against the curve of his throat, mouth warm on his skin. “maybe that’s the only way i’d believe it.”

he just huffs. as if he’ll never forget it. “maddening girl.”

and that’s how it happens.

not with flowers. not with vows. but with time and ruin and restraint. with the realization that love, like his, is its most beautiful when it’s kept on the premise of understanding. that perfect balance.

you don’t fall in love with tom riddle. you stand still and let the tide take you.

to love tom riddle, it is to let the monster in you feast.

and for tom riddle to love, it is to let the monster in him sleep.

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kkoga · 4 months ago

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I was all over her , daniela avanzini x fem!reader / sophia laforteza x fem!reader

A valentine special with @ceeaann!!

Warning ! Foul words, harassment, mentions of drinking and also not proofread

Disclaimer ! Every person is not an accurate portrayal of themselves. Everything written here is pure fiction.

Synopsis ! You and Daniela's friendship hang on by a thread, after Daniela's crush, Aaron, had started courting you— even though you had never consented to it.

Now playing ! Friends by chase atlantic, I was all over her by salvie palth

A/N : Sorry about the vague ahh synopsis I genuinely cannot think of one rn so we gotta live w this

Collab masterlist !

WC — 7.05k

Daniela subconsciously tightens her jaw at the sight of you and Aaron together. The girl scoffs, and stuffs her books into her locker. Lara, her best friend, whistles at Daniela’s sudden burst of annoyance.

‘’Girl you good?’’ Lara says, a giggle accompanying her words. Daniela looks to her left, and sees Lara with a smug smile, also stuffing her books into her own locker.

‘’It’s just Y/n and Aaron again.. Ugh.’’

You were one of Daniela’s best friends, and you still are, but ever since Aaron, Daniela’s crush had started courting you, the Latina started drifting away, your friendship hanging by a string.

Daniela, who had told you about her crush on the boy, felt disappointed you allowed him to court you. But you were just too nice to stay mad at, too unimaginably sweet towards Daniela. So the Latina could do nothing but mope about her crush courting you.

‘’I mean, Y/n is nice but like.. I told her about it! I wanna stay mad but she’s so sickeningly sweet, I just couldn’t.’’ Lara indulges Daniela and while the two of them were only a couple meters away from you, they didn’t notice the uncomfort you tried your best not to show out of kindness.

There you were, getting pestered by Aaron for the nth time today. The boy hovered around you like some sort of annoying fly. You felt bad calling the boy that, but he just couldn’t take no as an answer for some reason.

‘’Come on Y/n. Please? Just to lunch this saturday, I pinky promise I won’t bother you for the next few days… unless of course, you want me to.’’ The 6’1 boy says as he offers you yet another rose. Good God, this was like what— the third time he’s tried this week? And it was fucking Tuesday.

‘’I already told you Aaron, I can’t. Can you please stop pressing?’’ You said as you closed your locker with a bang, and Aaron’s smug smile falters for a second, before strengthening itself.

‘’It’s fine. You’ll say yes soon.’’ The boy winks, and heads back to his friends. You wanted to roll your eyes, but your social status was at risk.

Aaron was the schools star quarterback, good looking, tall, and confident. He was every girls ‘’dream’�� guy. That however, didn’t affect you one bit. Because you already had somebody you liked, and this guy just wasn’t picking up on that.

You turned away from him, and noticed Daniela and Lara just a couple meters away from you. You took initiative to wave at the two, with a sweet smile on your face. Lara waves back at you with the same enthusiasm, but Daniela had this awkward vibe around her as she tried to return your gesture.

You turned away, saddened, but you knew why. Daniela told you she had a crush on Aaron a couple weeks ago. Ever since the brown haired boy had started bothering you, Daniela began to maintain distance. It hurt you. Did she really think so little of you?

Besides, she knew you liked someone else. Someone who definitely wasn’t Aaron. As you walked away, someone put their arm around you all of a sudden, and the scent of fresh citrus perfume notified you which one of your friends it was.

‘’Megan! You twat, I almost fell!’’ Megan rolls her eyes, telling you being overdramatic wasn’t a lifestyle. If someone paid you to pummel this girl right now, you would do it for free.

The ginger continued to ramble on about how her physics teacher was an asshole for making them do a paper on rocks. “Goddamn rocks Y/n! Can you imagine me reporting that? Oh yeah, rocks are hard and cool and bland.” To which you replied with,

“He probably meant minerals, Megan. Not straight up bland rocks you idiot. Were you even paying attention?” Megan looked at you with a blank expression. Good God there was not a single thought behind those eyes.

“You're probably right but I don't wanna give you the satisfaction so I'm gonna say you're wrong.” You sighed. Megan was like this every day, so you weren't even surprised anymore.

As the ginger continued ranting about her day— which was kind of crazy because its only been a couple of hours since school had started, and the fact that this girl could ramble about three classes was interesting. You wanted to study how her brain works.

Megan noticed you were too quiet— the sassy attitude you always had just wasn't there. So the ginger paused, and you knew she was silently signaling you that if you wanted to talk, she was listening. You sighed, beginning your rant.

“Aaron’s… all over me again. Daniela has been avoiding me more and more, and it's starting to piss me off. I never even allowed Aaron to court me, yet she's assuming I did! I've been trying to tell her, even saying it straight to her damn face. But for some reason she still thinks I said yes to Aaron in some way. Good God, after being friends for years, you think she'd notice I didn't like men!! Much more, that I like her!!!” Megan patted your back, knowing the whole Daniela situation had been disastrous for you.

Megan stops, and you continue walking. After a second or two, you notice the girl was a couple steps behind you, just frozen there.

“Megan? Why'd you stop—”

“I JUST HAD THE GREATEST IDEA IN HISTORY. Y/N L/N KISS ME RIGHT NOW!!” The ginger yelled, in the damn hallway. You looked around, embarrassed for the both of you. You hurried to her and slapped the back of her neck, reminding her to behave in public.

Other students in the hallway laughed, but most barely noticed, already used to Megan's antics. She was popular as a “class clown”, so it wasn't new to them at all.

You then told Megan to drop her “million dollar” idea. The girl snickered, and replied,

“What if… hear me out… you… move on!”

Oh my God is she asking— no, begging for a taste of school floor right now?

“Megan Meiyok Skiendiel.”

“No no, hear me out! At least try. If it doesn't work, it doesn't. If it does, it does! Try giving someone else a chance. I know like 10 people who'd be willing to be your carpet.” Megan said as she raised her hands in defense. You narrowed your eyes, and rolled them right after.

“Fine. I'll… consider it. And these people you're talking about better be women. I swear to God Megan, if you recommend men to me, I'll fucking kill you for real.” The ginger saluted, and the two of you continued walking to class, talking about whatever on the way.

It has been a week since you and Megan had that conversation in the middle of the school hallway. The girl said she's been thinking about who to send your way, and honestly? You were starting to open up to this idea. Maybe it would do you some good to at least try.

You were sitting on the cafeteria table alone, waiting for Megan and Yoonchae, the recent exchange student who Megan practically adopted, to arrive. Finally, the two were within view, but much to your very unfortunate luck, so was Aaron. Oh you could feel the gaze from behind you. You just knew Daniela was probably giving you dirty looks right now.

“Hey sweet pea!” The boy waves at you, and you physically cringed. Who the fuck calls their crush “sweet pea”?? Your friends looked behind them and saw that Aaron was also on his way to you.

As the two arrive at your table, so does Aaron. The brunet brought you chocolate milk, to which you say thank you. The boy responds by flirting with you yet again.

“You're welcome pretty.” The boy rushes off to his friends as soon as the interaction was over. And once he was out of earshot, you slid the chocolate milk to Megan. The ginger took it with a smile, thanking Aaron for being sweet yet stupid.

Daniela watched the whole interaction from a distance, mildly annoyed but also slightly confused. You didn't like chocolate milk, so why didn't Aaron know that? Good God, he should do his research.

“She likes strawberry milk, not chocolate milk…” The blonde whispers to herself, which Lara catches.

“How'd you know that?” Daniela looks up, meeting Lara's gaze.

“Because we've been friends for years? It's common knowledge once you get close to her.” Lara gives Daniela a suspicious look, and hums, letting the matter go. Lara hit Manon, the girl right next to her, with her elbow. Manon, annoyed, drew her attention away from her phone.

Manon silently asked, “What?!”, and Lara signaled to you and Daniela. Manon rolls her eyes, whispering,

“She'll figure it out soon enough.”

Back at your table, Megan was yapping about, you and Yoonchae stuck listening to this monster yap like her life depended on it.

Everything proceeded as it always did, when all of a sudden, Sophia Laforteza, one of Megan's friends, approaches your table.

“Room for one more?” Sophia said as she pointed at the seat next to you. You weren't sure if it was Sophia being friendly, or if she was someone Megan sent your way.

You glanced at Megan, and her small snicker gave you your answer. You thought about it for a moment.

Sophia Laforteza, the student body president. Kind, smart, and amazing in every way. Was she seriously into you? It seemed too good to be true.

Even if you hadn't moved on from Daniela yet, the girl's grip on your heart still as strong as ever, you were willing to try.

“Yeah, take a seat.” You said as you scooted a couple inches away. Sophia sends you a warm smile, and takes her seat.

“So, what were you guys talking about?” Megan answers before you could, telling Sophia it was about her recent math class with stupid groupmates. Yoonchae rolls her eyes, telling Sophia there was no set topic. Just whatever Megan thought of at the moment.

After a couple minutes of talking, Megan decides the food she bought today wasn't enough. The ginger said she'll be right back, and Yoonchae joins Megan, saying she wants more mango juice.

That left you all alone with Sophia. It was now or never.

“So.. Sophia.. did Megan really, uh— send you my way?” Awkward silence filled the air, and Sophia broke it with a sweet giggle.

“Yeah, she did.” You let out a soft and silent laugh as well, before pausing and looking at Sophia seriously.

“I don't know if you knew this, but i already like someone else and—”

“You wanted to move on, yes? I know Y/n, Megan told me. And I quite frankly don't care. I'll woo you in every way possible, so don't worry your pretty little head about it, yeah?” Pink was an understatement. You were probably as red as a cherry right now, especially because you didn't expect Sophia to be so flirty.

You pulled yourself together, reminding yourself its only been a few minutes since you’ve started talking.

“You’d have to try really hard then.’’ Sophia looked at you with a soft smile, staring at your eyes with a sense of longing.

“What made you think I wasn’t going to give it my all?’’ Okay, being flustered was totally not your thing. The two of you continued talking, a slight tension appearing every now and then. Until finally, Megan and Yoonchae arrived with more food and drinks.

Daniela, Lara, and Manon got up from their seats, already finished with their food. Daniela glances at your table, and sees you chatting away with Sophia. The Latina pays no mind to it, thinking it was just friendly interaction. But Lara, however, noticed. The Indian, always equipped with the best instincts when it comes to love, easily noticed the way Sophia looked at you, the way she seemingly gravitated towards you, and the way her overall body language basically screamed “I LIKE YOU!!’’.

You walked by Aaron, already prepared for the boys pestering. As if on cue, Aaron calls your name, and you reluctantly turn around.

“Y/n! Hey! Wait up!’’ The boy jogs towards you to catch up, and offers you a piece of paper. You look at him weird, until you realize it was his fucking number.

“Look.. I just very recently realized we’ve never exchanged numbers. Just hit me up, I’m free for you any day baby girl.’’ You laughed awkwardly, and tried to end the conversation, but Aaron kept pushing, telling you to just say yes to his date planned for Saturday.

Just as you were, once again, gonna turn the boy down, Sophia unexpectedly stepped in.

“Hey Y/n! Oh and… Aaron. Hi. Sorry, I have important matters to attend to with Y/n, can I take her away for a while?” Sophia had this stern and commanding stare, accompanied with a friendly smile.

Before Aaron could respond, you clung onto Sophia's side, and told Aaron you both should really get going. When the boy asked why, Sophia sternly responded it was “personal matters”.

After a couple minutes of walking away from the boy, you let go of Sophia's hand, apologizing.

“Uh… sorry. And thank you.” Sophia told you it was nothing, and followed up with a question.

“It's fine, really. Also, if you're comfortable with it, why is he still bothering you? I heard rumours about you and him, saying you agreed to the courting. The interaction I just witnessed says otherwise. Mind telling me why?”

“I honestly don’t know why he keeps persisting. I very clearly said no, multiple times even. Guess he never really got the hint.’’ Sophia hummed,

“Just let me know if you need help. I’ll be your knight in shining armor.’’ The Filipina said with a light and joking tone, softening the once tense atmosphere.

“Oh, gladly. I can’t believe men like him actually exist.’’ You sighed, and shaked your head.

“Let’s change topics. Why’d you approach me?’’ Sophia shifts her gaze to the direction they were heading.

“I noticed you were uncomfortable. I didn’t have anything to tell you, just thought you needed some help.’’ You nodded, thankful for the girl's help.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you to class.’’ The girl said as she held her hand out. You took it with no hesitation, a smile appearing on both your faces.

It was currently 11pm. An ungodly time to be out and about, especially at some random person's party. You weren't exactly the party type, unless you of course, had some steam you needed to blow off.

But today wasn't that type of day. You had no problems to run from, no nothing. You were dragged by Megan and Yoonchae to attend this party hosted by— what was their name again?

Jennifer. You were at a party hosted by a friend's friend's friend, Jennifer Huh.

In all honesty, if you could, you would have left this place ages ago. But you couldn't say no to Megan's puppy eyes, asking you to pretty please drive her home.

Now, you weren't exactly sure where the ginger was right now. She and Yoonchae had left you by yourself about an hour ago.

You were just sitting there, at the corner of Jennifer's house, looking lonely— like some sort of lost puppy.

All of a sudden, some random guys approached you.

“Hey, you lonely?” Said the one with a haircut rivaling the horridness of a bald cut. Honestly? You'd rather go bald than have… whatever haircut he had.

“Let's have some fun, miss.” Another guy said. You took one look at his horribly dyed hair. Was this supposed to be blonde? Or was he going for the dog pee color? You shifted uncomfortably in your seat.

From a distance, Daniela could be seen looking at you and the men with a frustrated glare. You seemed to be uncomfortable, so the Latina moved closer to the whole ordeal.

The third guy grabbed your hand, and you tried to pry him off you, your fight or flight instinct so close to applying itself to the situation.

“Let me go—!” Daniela's eyes widened, and just as the Latina was about to run to your side, Sophia makes it there first. Like the night and shining armor she claimed to be.

“Hey, she told you to let go.” Just as the men were about to argue, they recognized her as the student body president, and didn't persist, leaving as soon as they realized.

Sophia looks at you with a worried look, carefully examining your body for any wounds or scratches.

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” You nodded, tears threatening to fall. Daniela slows down, the girl letting go of a breath she didn't even know she was holding.

Sophia cupped your face, and tilts your face to the left and right. The Filipina sighs, relieved the men didn't do anything worse before she arrived.

Daniela looked at you and Sophia with a cold stare, and subconsciously strengthens her fist. She didn't know why she was so annoyed. Maybe it was because of those boys harassing you. Daniela walks away from you two, thinking you'd be fine because Sophia was there. But deep down, Daniela, in the back of her mind, had thought,

“You'd be safer with me.”

But the Latina pushed it down, thinking it was the booze getting to her.

Back with Sophia, you were so overstimulated. You just went through two hours of constant loud music with no one to talk to, and all of a sudden, you had gotten harassed. You wanted to go home so bad, and Sophia, ever the observant person, picked up on that.

The Filipina wiped a tear threatening to fall from your eyes, and spoke in a gentle tone.

“Hey, it's gonna be okay. Here,” Sophia extends a hand to you, “Take my hand, and I promise I'll take you away from all of this.” You mouthed a thank you, and gladly accepted her help.

Within minutes, Sophia got you out of that God forsaken party, and led you to a park nearby. The two of you sat on the swings, the silence of the night as comforting as it could get. Sophia understood you needed some time to yourself, but stayed. Knowing that sometimes, words weren't needed to comfort someone. Just her company alone should have some effect.

After a few minutes of calming down, you break the silence.

“... Thank you. I can't thank you enough.” You turn your head to face Sophia, but the Filipina, for some reason, had her eyebrows furrowed.

“Don't ever thank me for that. It was a normal way to handle things. I'm hurt you even thought you'd have to say thank you.” Sophia relaxes her eyebrows, a soft and slight frown neatly displayed on her pretty face.

“Still— thank you.” Sophia humms, acknowledging your gratitude.

The two of you just sat there, under the beautiful moonlit sky, peacefully swinging on the swings.

After what you thought to be a couple more minutes, you realized how late it had gotten. You hurriedly checked your phone, and saw a text message from Megan, saying,

“Hey girl so u kinda left me here so I'll js grab a lift from fine shyt 😛 and don't you worry I'll tell you ALLLLL about it tomorrow. Peace out xx” You sighed in relief.

“Hey.. Soph? It's getting late. We should get going now.” Sophia felt her breath hitch. You've never called her any sort of nickname before. And “Soph”? It hit right in the best way possible.

“Yeah, you're right. I'll… I'll get a taxi now. See you soon, Y/n.” The Filipina immediately stood up, and quickly opens her phone, hoping to mask how flustered she currently was.

As the Filipina was about to leave, you grab her arm,

“Or you could… hitch a ride with me?” You say as you pull your keys out, dangling them in front of Sophia's face.

“I can drive you home. It's the least I can do— especially after what you did today.” You noticed a slight tint of pink on Sophia's cheek, a slight smile finding its way to you.

“Yeah… that would be great.” Sophia reaches her hand out, and you take it,

“Well then what are we waiting for?” You say as you lead the way. Sophia was thankful you were leading this time, unable to see the blushing mess she currently was. The sudden change in demeanor was a bit freaky, but she liked that about you. She was sure of that.

You were chilling on your bed at 10 am in the morning, when all of a sudden, a text from an unknown number had sent a notification on your phone.

“Hey, is this Y/n?”

You furrowed your brows, who the hell was this? When all of a sudden, you remembered how you and Sophia had exchanged numbers last night, as you dropped her off at her home. You sent a reply, not too chalant, but not too nonchalant either.

“I’m assuming this is Sophia?’’ After a couple seconds, you get a reply back.

“Yes. I know it’s kinda shitty to do this on text, but are you free today?’’ You looked at the calendar hanging on your door. As far as you were concerned, the fact that you were currently still in bed, at 10 am in the morning, meant you were as free as a highschool student could possibly be.

“Yes.’’ You sent a follow up text,

“Are you taking me out on a date Laforteza?’’ It took a while, but your phone buzzed, indicating a reply.

“You caught me there, but yes, I’d very much love it if you’d be so kind to yk say yes?’’ You giggled at how dorky Sophia could be.

“12 at Angelina’s? Yk that new café down the street from school?’’ You looked at the clock. It was currently 10:12 am. You had enough time to prepare. So as you got up from bed, you sent Sophia a final text.

“Sure.’’

Sophia stood outside of the café, patiently waiting for you to show up. And as if on cue, she sees you approach her. Sophia felt the world stop.

There you were, walking towards her with a stupidly cute and soft smile on your face. You were wearing an oversized blue football jersey, exposing your left shoulder as it hung, your bra strap visible. You had baggy jeans on, white shoes accompanying them.

You were now only a foot away from Sophia. You were apologizing about being a bit late, but it fell on deaf ears. Your glasses. Sophia had never seen you wear glasses before, and oh God did she wish she had. You looked so… breathtaking.

“...ello? Hello, earth to Sophia? Are you upset about me being late?’’ Sophia shaked herself out of whatever homosexual trance she was in, and actually paid attention to you. She can’t believe such a simple outfit had her drooling like she was some dog.

But now that you had this slight pout on your face, genuinely worried if you had upset the raven haired girl, Sophia reminds herself why she was so enamoured in the first place. If the cuteness aggression she had towards dogs was strong, the cuteness aggression she had for you right now was definitely stronger.

“Uh… no no, it’s not that. You just look..’’ Sophia looks you up and down, “Amazing.’’ You blushed, telling her flattering words won’t get her anywhere.

“I beg to differ, because my flowery words have gotten me this date with you, hasn’t it?’’ You giggled,

“Whatever floats your boat Sophia.’’ Like clockwork, Sophia extends her hand for you, and you take it. The two of you enter the café, and spend the rest of the afternoon together.

You stood at the entrance of Disneyland. It's only been a couple minutes since your original meeting time has passed.

“Y/n!” You heard your name being yelled by Sophia, and turned around, wondering which direction the girl's voice came from.

And there she was, in all her glory, with a cute oversized red sweater that fit her in all the right ways, accompanied with some light oversized jeans.

You jogged towards her, and giggled at her choice of clothing.

“What's so funny?”

“A sweater? Sophia, it's the middle of the day in Los Angeles. You're gonna start sweating before we even enter a single attraction.”

“Wha— I can't choose what I look good in okay?!” You both entered the gates, a soft atmosphere surrounding you two.

After what seems to be hours, you and Sophia were now right in front of the roller coaster attraction. To say you were scared shitless of roller coasters was an understatement.

“I.. I don't know Soph. I can’t..” Sophia looked at you endearingly. The Filipina proceeded to speak to you with a soft tone.

“Hey, we don't have to if you don't want to. But… will you trust me on this?” Sophia extended her hand, with her stupid cute doe eyes. How could you say no?

So with a heavy heart, you took her hand, and stepped on the roller coaster. As the two of you strapped on, Sophia kept her fingers tangled with yours.

“Just hold on to my hand. If things get too scary, then squeeze them, okay? Don't worry, I'm here.” You nodded, as you mumbled small thank you.

Needless to say, you hated the ride. It was scary, dangerous, and overall not your thing. But maybe, just maybe— maybe it was worth it. Worth it to see Sophia smile like a little kid, giggling after you had gotten off the ride. A smile you couldn't help but return.

It's been about a month since you've been in a situationship with Sophia. Needless to say, you've been happier these past few weeks. But no matter how much Sophia was around you, Aaron, the dumb asshole he always was, still hasn't gotten the damn hint.

“Why are you playing so hard to get?” You were not in the mood for this. It was 8 am in the morning, and you had woken up on the wrong side of the bed.

“Look,” You faced Aaron, as you held your math and science books in your hand. “I'm not in the mood, Aaron. Just leave me alone.”

Aaron let out what seemed to be a mocking laugh, and grabbed your hand as you tried to walk away.

You accepted your fate, too tired to actually give a fuck, when all of a sudden, two people appeared by your side, slapping Aaron's hand away.

Those two people were Sophia and Daniela.

Sophia you expected, given the Filipina has been doing so for the past few weeks you've known each other. But Daniela?

The Latina hasn't spoken to you in weeks, almost as if you've never known each other at all. It was quite funny really. But you somehow managed to pull through— all because Sophia had been distracting you from the hard truth.

Daniela stepped forward, pointing a finger at Aaron, rage written all over her face.

“Don’t you ever lay a hand on her. You fucking mutt. Learn your damn place.’’ As Daniela was confronting Aaron, Sophia checked your wrist, and noticed red marks left by Aaron’s tight grip on you. Oh she was livid.

Both Daniela and Sophia were seething from the way Aaron had just treated you, and you know… free will?

“Oh please, I wasn’t doing anything wrong! Your friend over there was just playing hard to get.’’

“Listen here you—’’ Before Daniela could finish her words, Sophia stepped in.

“Veronica. Kaylee. Rhianna.’’ You and Daniela looked at Sophia with a confused stare. What the hell did they have to do with this?

But for some apparent reason, Aaron looked like he wanted to shit his pants.

“You want me to list more names, Aaron Williams? I know more shit about you than your side hoes do. So get your shit together, and never approach Y/n ever again. One more action— one more stupid little spectacle, and I will make it my life's mission to get you kicked out of this damned school. Am I understood?’’ Silence filled the halls, and after a few measly seconds, Sophia spoke again.

“I said, Am I understood!’’

“Ah— yes! I'm s—sorry.’’ Aaron stumbles with his words, and leaves the scene as quickly as he could, scared shitless, not wanting to face the consequences of his actions.

You sighed, glad the whole ordeal was finally over. The two girls shifted their attention to you, worry visible on both faces.

Daniela slightly opens her mouth and closes it almost immediately, as if she had wanted to say something but held back. Sophia however, did not hold back.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you any more than that?” You reassured Sophia, but the Filipina couldn't stop worrying.

In the midst of it all, Daniela stood there, right next to you and Sophia. But for some reason, it felt as if she was watching from a distance— like she didn't belong there. You looked so happy, and the Latina felt her presence there was not wanted.

It was, after all, her who had started avoiding you for getting harassed by that man— albeit not knowing what he was really like, or that you had never consented to the “courting”.

If she could take it all back— she’d do so in a heartbeat. Daniela felt as though she was extending her stay, so after taking one more look at you, Sophia cupping your cheeks and you telling her you were really fine, the Latina quietly stepped back.

Daniela watches you from a distance, hanging out with Megan, Yoonchae, and Sophia. For some reason, Daniela felt so… weird.

The Latina stares at her hand— the one she used to slap Aaron’s hand away from yours. She doesn’t know why she’s been thinking about it so much. Aaron was straight up harassing you— her friend—so of course she stepped in! Even if she liked him! But for some odd reason, calling you just a friend hurt.

She tries to shake herself out of it, but her eyes land on you, currently getting spoon fed by none other than Sophia Laforteza. Your friends were cheering her on, looking at you two like you were the sweetest couple in the world.

Her stomach twisted. Daniela thought about all the times Aaron was around you— all the times she felt “jealous” of you being courted by Aaron. But now that she was watching you and Sophia, now that someone else had suddenly been too attentive towards everything you say— been too sweet for her liking, Daniela second guesses it all. Did she truly like Aaron? Yes. But was that uncomfortable, gut wrenching feeling of jealousy directed towards you?

Daniela took a few short breaths. It hit her like a train. She wasn’t jealous of you— she was jealous of Aaron.

The light in Daniela’s eyes disappears once she sees you look at Sophia in a certain way— like you were starting to fall for the Filipina. Daniela grits her teeth, a pained expression visible on her face. Lara, who was right next to the Latina, asked what was wrong.

“It’s nothing Lara.” Daniela’s reassurance made Lara worry even more. She never calls her Lara— only Lars or some other teasing nickname like “Dumbass” or “Bitch”. So Lara knew this was serious.

The next few weeks were devastating for Daniela. The sudden realization of her feelings for you was crushing enough— but the fact that Sophia was now openly courting you intensified her heartbreak.

On the other hand, things have been going well for Sophia. She’s finally able to pursue the person she’s been liking for the past few months— the only reason why she didn’t do so in the first place being the fact that you explicitly made it clear you were not interested in a relationship.

But after Megan Meiyok, your friend, approached her and let her know you were in the market— the Filipina jumped at the chance.

After you had told her about your feelings for someone, although she did not know who you liked so much, Sophia sympathized with you. She made it her mission to make you fall for her— to be the one you admire the most.

And with every date, every conversation, every time you had accepted her hand—trusted her— Sophia was sure she fell even more in love, if that was even possible. You were amazing, kind, reassuring, and the only person who had her heart. The past few months she’s spent with you were by far the best in her life. Your laugh, your smile, your stupid doe eyes— had her captivated.

Sophia wanted nothing more than for you to be hers— and for her to be yours.

It was currently the music festival, and you were with Megan. Megan, the hyper little bitch she was, had been running around trying stuff from different stalls. Just a couple minutes ago the girl had eaten food with peanuts in it, her peanut allergy kicking in.

“This has… what now?” Megan awkwardly laughed, looking at the food in her hands with an obvious bite on it, and the person selling.

“Peanuts girl— it’s got peanuts in it.” Your jaw dropped, and just as you were about to call school staff, or maybe even run around trying to find anyone with an epipen, Megan brushes it off.

“Oh its fine, I’ve got an epipen with me. I came prepared.” With a smug and confident smile, Megan takes another bite out of the cake. You had no idea how this girl was still alive.

It was in fact, not fine. Her peanut allergy kicked in almost immediately after the second bite, and Megan began scrambling for her epipen. She struggled, only to find it at the bottom of her bag. You swore you were going to kill her before her allergy gets to her first.

It was starting to get late, the sky turning into a familiar dark shade of blue. You and Megan walked around a bit more, and reached the middle of the festival. Here, everyone was gathered to watch what seems to be a performance of some sort.

“The festival is coming to an end, so we'll be finishing it off with a bang!” The singer says, and their drummer starts it off with a “1 2 3 4!”

All of a sudden they started playing what seemed to be Tokyo Ghetto. Their lead singer had started singing in Japanese, which was to be expected since he himself was supposedly Japanese. Some girls yelled his name, squealing. “Oh my god Ni-ki!!”

You were vibing with the music, until you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around, a bit spooked, only to find Sophia looking at you with a gentle smile.

You returned her cheerfulness, and the two of you just stood there, admiring the music. In the middle of it all, fireworks had suddenly started popping, which scared you. You hated loud noises— especially if you didn't know they were going to happen.

Your breathing started getting faster— more erratic than you wanted it to be. You didn't notice how or why, but you were starting to get overstimulated.

No, scratch that, you already were overstimulated. The fireworks were just what sealed the deal.

Sophia noticed your discomfort almost immediately. Sophia gently tilted your head to face her. You looked at her with a confused and tired face. The whole going around campus had you exhausted.

Sophia looked at you with a worried but gentle smile. She softly covered your ears, mouthing, “Let's go?” You nodded. Of course she came to your rescue once more. You shut your eyes, hoping to get away from all the noise.

Sophia quickly grabbed your hand, and dragged you away from the crowd. After a few minutes, you were both now in the parking area, far away from where all the ruckus was.

Sophia gently tapped your ears, and you slowly opened your eyes.

You were met with Sophia, looking absolutely ethereal. Even under the moonlit sky, her beauty was still visible— rivaling even the moon itself.

You calmed yourself down, feeling thanks to comforted Sophia's presence.

Sophia took a deep breath, and started speaking.

“I… I know this isn't the best time Y/n, but still. I just— I wanted to let you know. I know it's obvious that I like you, but…” You look at Sophia. It felt too early. You liked the girl, yes. She's been nothing but understanding and amazing— but.. but Daniela.

“I love you, Y/n L/n. I want you to know that I love you. Even through all my hectic schedules, sleepless nights, you've been the only thing I could look forward to. Day and Night I think about how lucky I am to have had the chance to even be your friend, much more this. I'll treat you as my world, if you promise to treat me as yours. So, Y/n L/n, will you take my hand, and accept my faulty but sincere confession?” Sophia reaches out her hand, hoping— praying you'd take it.

But you hesitated. An image of Daniela suddenly appearing in your mind— her sweet smile, the very one you fell for all those years ago, flashing as a memory.

Sophia took one look at you, and knew your answer. You've never hesitated in taking her hand. So she knew. She knew your answer.

Sophia sighs, and puts her hand away. Just as you were about to say sorry, the Filipina cuts you off.

“Don't. It's not your fault. I don't want nor do I need your pity.” Despite the sadness written all over her face, a tear threatening to fall, Sophia shot you a reassuring smile.

“You still like her, don't you?”

With an ashamed nod, you bit your lip and mumbled a yes. Sophia raised your head to look at her straight in the eye.

“Hey, I'm gonna be fine. You know me Y/n. But if you're gonna reject me this way, all because you couldn't move on and still continue to mope over someone you haven't even confessed to, then I just feel mocked.” Sophia's face turned serious,

“So you better get with Daniela, or else I'll kick either you or her in the shin.” Sophia laughed it off, but the guilt was starting to overwhelm you. Sophia noticed you were now shaking, and noticed how cold it had gotten.

The Filipina swiftly takes off her varsity jacket, and places it around you. She pats the jacket down, just so it could fit you perfectly.

She reaches her hand out, and looks at you with a pained smile.

“Let's head back?” You hated how considerate she still was. How she ignored all the pain she felt when you had rejected her— all because she prioritized your feelings first. You nodded, and took her hand.

It's been a week since the music festival. Sophia was still kind to you— too kind. To the point where no one knew about what had happened, except Yoonchae and Megan until she told her other friends.

Sophia was still your friend, so she greeted you, Megan, and Yoonchae more often than not.

Daniela has been in and out of it lately. She's been wanting to confess to you the moment she realized her feelings, but she knew she had to mend your friendship first. So here she was, with Lara and Manon, currently seated at your table. She apologized to you a couple days back— but she knew she had to do more.

Daniela has been by your side for the last few days, hoping to make amends. You hated how easily she can just slip back into your life, how easily she could just barge back into your heart.

As the whole table chit and chattered, everyone in some sort of conversation, Daniela handed you a note, and mouthed,

“Open it later.” You nodded, wondering what it was about.

It was now math class. Well, before math class was about to start but that's besides the point. You grabbed Daniela's note from your pocket, and it read,

“Dismissal, 5pm, school gym.” You wondered what this was about, but you were going to go nonetheless. It's not like anything major was going to happen anyway.

“Hi.” Daniela said as she stood in front of you.

“Hi Dani. What's this for?” Daniela looked hesitant, but the Latina continued speaking.

“I… I know I apologized. But… still. I'm sorry about the whole Aaron thing.” You chuckled, and told her it was okay— that you didn't really mind. Even if you did.

“Look I—” Daniela sighs, “I recently realized. I was never…”

“You were never..?”

“I was never jealous of you. I was… I was jealous of Aaron.” Daniela says as she fidgets with her fingers.

“I know, this may be kinda shitty but… all this time, the only person I truly liked was you. I don't know how it slipped past me, but it did. I'm so sorry for the way I treated you, and everything else.” Your breath hitched. Was this seriously happening right now?

Normally, you'd say yes in a heartbeat. You've been waiting for this for so long— but Sophia's confession rang in your head. You remember her telling you to choose wisely. To make sure whoever you were going to be with was worth it.

After all Daniela had done, you weren't so sure anymore.

“I…”

“Just— a chance is all I need, Y/n. I won't mess this up. I promise.” You wanted to say yes, but you couldn't.

“... I need time, Daniela. I know I said I forgave you but— it still hurt me nonetheless. Prove to me. Prove that you deserve to be the one to hold my hand, to be the one I call mine.” Daniela held your hand, and brought it to her chest.

“Of course.”

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citrustan · 5 months ago

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dating girl (jjk) #2.2

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: you try to convince yourself that you're really okay with 'casually dating' your crush.

genre & note: college au, fwb kinda thing but more than friends ygm? angst! - here are the links for the original and the follow-up parts to be read before this one - it's giving filler chapter... 🤐

It's awkward.

You look around for a moment, trying not to feel like a loser who got ditched.

There are very few seatings available and none of them were occupied currently. You felt like even bigger of a loser because you'd be the only girl just sitting there. Nor do you want men to take it as a hint to approach you. You're rethinking coming at all.

You blow air out of your mouth as a self-soothing gesture, deciding to go grab another drink.

Suddenly remembering that you had other friends at this party, you decide to text them asking if they were around. You loosely recollect reading about their bar hopping plan on the group chat, so you're not sure. You'd have joined in if you had Jungkook to tag along. He's fun to cling to when you're drunk.

Sometimes you fake being so piss drunk that you can't move by yourself just so Jungkook would hold you up or lift you in his arms.

Thinking about this is really ruining your mood though. Because tonight, that other chick is going to enjoy his company while you act like a cunt towards your date because you can't stand up for yourself.

As you make your way back to the table, you spot Jungkook not too far from it.

Boy, is he just everywhere tonight or what.

You freeze for a moment, unsure if you should approach Jungkook, or if you’d rather just stay out of his way. But before you can make up your mind, he’s already walking to you.

“Hey,” he says, lowly, as he stops a few inches beside you.

You give him a tight smile, trying to keep your tone neutral, “Hi.”

He looks around, almost as if he’s unsure of what to say next. “Mr. Tooth Fairy had to leave?”

You hum, glancing toward the door where Hoseok disappeared. “Yeah, something came up.”

Jungkook nods, his eyes flicking back to you, “I see.”

An awkward silence stretched between the two of you like a thin, fragile thread.

Finally, Jungkook clears his throat, breaking the tension, “Listen... about earlier-”

You hold up a hand, cutting him off, “Yeah, I'm sorry, I did not mean to do that. It was uncalled for."

This was too awkward. You don't know how to act around him. All you want to do it grab his head and smush your lips together.

"No, you're fine. I meant to text you back, you know?"

Right.

"Yeah, well, either way, I get the message loud and clear," you reply simply, staring him down.

"I wasn't sending any messages, _____."

"Well, yeah!"

"_____..."

"Can we not do this? I told you I hear you loud and clear. Let's move on." You were agitated.

Jungkook knows you've misunderstood his silence but he doesn't want to piss you off anymore today.

He sighs softly, tilting his head as if to study you. “Hoseok, huh?”

“Yeah,” you say, almost defensively. “He’s nice.”

“Nice,” Jungkook echoes, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, though you can’t tell if it’s amusement or something else entirely. “That’s good. You deserve... nice.”

The way he says it makes your stomach twist. You ball your hands into a fist. You wish he'd stop rubbing it in.

“Is that supposed to mean something?” you ask, sharper than you intend.

Jungkook raises his eyebrows, his expression unreadable, “No. Just a statement.”

You let out a breath through your nose, already feeling the hair on your nape stand, “You know, if you’re trying to say something, you could just say it instead of whatever... this is.” You wave a finger at him.

Jungkook’s jaw ticks slightly, and for a moment, you think he’s going to brush you off. Instead, he takes a step closer, “Fine. I don’t like him.”

Your eyes snap to his. “Excuse me?”

“I don’t like him,” Jungkook repeats, slower this time.

"Yes, you do? He's YOUR friend." You're stunned.

"Yeah, well, I don't like him around you." He'd almost seem childish if it weren't for the way he was looking at you. Like a... predator? Not in a creepy way because this was very invited.

Your brain scrambles to process his words but all you can focus on is how it makes you feel. A shiver runs down your spine.

“Jungkook,” you say finally, forcing your voice to stay calm, “you don’t get to have an opinion about that.”

He opens his mouth like he’s about to argue, but you cut him off before he can speak--- “You’re the one who wants this,” you speak a bit quieter, "-but I..." You abruptly stop yourself, biting the inside of your cheek.

"You what?"

You hesitate, but there’s no point in holding back now. “I didn’t want this,” you admit. You could hear your heart pounding. “And I didn’t have a choice, did I? Because if I said no, you would’ve walked away. And I didn’t want that either.”

Jungkook stares at you, his jaw tight and brows furrowed, like he’s holding himself back from saying something he’ll regret.

Jungkook looked genuinely confused, “That’s not fair. You can't put this on me."

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. "I know. I'm not blaming you."

There's another moment of silence.

"I didn’t want to hurt you,” he says finally, his voice was more gentle now, leaning towards apologetic.

You nod.

“Then maybe we shouldn’t have started this,” you could barely get the words out.

“I didn’t think it would get this complicated,” Jungkook admits, almost like he’s talking to himself.

You almost want to ask to be exclusive. Just the two of you. You really needed to retire that kind of wishful thinking.

Jungkook looks away and chugs his drink in a go. You hadn't noticed he even had one.

He avoids looking at you, choosing to observe random partygoers instead. You want to know what he's thinking.

You glance at his hand tucked into his pocket, briefly contemplating grabbing it.

Just when you slyly begin to inch your fingers closer to his, a third hand blocks you. It links itself with Jungkook's. You can only stupidly stare at their arms joined together, while yours hangs awkwardly mid-way.

Floor open. Swallow. Into the ground. Anytime now would be great.

"Jungkook, I'm ready to go. Take me home?" The blonde from earlier begins massaging his shoulder while you stare at the couple, dumbfounded.

Jungkook looked just as confused as you did, "Now?"

She leans in closer to whisper something into his ear, at the same time, allowing her hand to freely rub his chest, letting out a sensual giggle.

It's so obvious what she's trying to do here. Putting on a show just for you. She must see you as threat.

Jungkook briefly pulls away and glances back at the blonde, "Fine. Wait for me by the door?"

Her smile drops a little but she recovers with an exaggerated pout, "I don't know if I can be left unaccompanied any longer. Like five guys have tried to talk to me already. But I told them I'm here with you." She pokes his cheek.

That wasn't a very subtle jab at you and Hoseok.

As much as you want to push her off of Jungkook, you can admit she's not wrong. He's here with her. And the man you came with has left (momentarily or not, he still left the party.)

You don't know what you're doing standing there. There's no need for you to watch them, especially when Jungkook hasn't said a word to you in over five minutes.

Even though your conversation is long from over, it was apparent that nothing was happening today. It makes the most sense for you to walk away from them before you start crying.

Feigning disinterest, you pull your phone up and shoot Hoseok a quick text explaining your absence.

The party spirit has officially been sucked out of you by Jungkook through a giant straw jammed into your skull.

Jungkook's still speaking to his date but you've forcefully tuned them out, thinking about how you're going to take a long hot shower and change into freshly laundered clothes and hop into your comfy bed.

It's only when you abruptly walk away that you hear him call out to you. He sounded almost frantic.

"Is Hoseok back?"

You pause at that, "No, I'm heading back home as well."

"We'll walk you." Jungkook offers. It was more of a statement though.

You consider it just because of how pissed off his date looked. Her smile has been wiped off and she glared at you, daring you to accept Jungkook's offer.

Well, you guess you're both going to be having a bad night now.

"You know what? I'd like that."

note: so like it's my birthday (woohoo 🎉) and this is a little gift from me to you.... 🧍‍♀️

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Dying Twice: Thanos x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Thanos / Choi Subong x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 5k

Summary: "The heart no longer races when hearing the music play, tryna pull up. Seems like time has stopped. Oh, that would be my first death I been always afraid of" - BTS "Black Swan"

Or you should be scared to play the games, but what is the point in fear if you've already died once? What else is there?

Tags: k-rapper!reader, angst, mentions of drug use, drug use, mentions of partying, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, dom/sub undertones (if you look closely), slight choking.

****

You really landed yourself in a bind this time. As if getting scammed and having to scrape to get by, you sunk low enough to end up here…wherever here was. You still couldn't figure out what kind of place the masked men brought you to. In colors of sickening pink and eye sore yellow, the maze of stairs reminded you of a painting you'd seen. The stairs went up and down and side to side. They went upside-down and sideways. Like with that, you had trouble gauging the path to your destination. Perhaps that didn't matter. You followed the rest of the players through the maze guarded by masked men. They said you'd be playing games for a cash prize. It sounded too good to be true…

But you couldn't pass it up.

Standing in line to have your photo taken, someone tapped your shoulder. You turned to see a young woman with a short ponytail standing with an excited smile on her face. A pang of dread hit you when you recognized the signs.

“You're B.Kat,” she beamed, getting a better look at your face. “From The Rap Battleground. I've listened to all your songs, and went to your shows! Oh my god, this is so cool! I love your music!”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“I saw you at The Rap Battleground,” she continued, “When they paired you up with that one rapper.”

“Sik-k,” you said.

“Yeah, and you burned him so bad,” she laughed. “Oh my god! ‘tell these boys to get back, don't they know I'm fucking S-class’” she repeated, mirroring your gestures. “Ah, this is so sick! I always wondered what happened to you after your last album.”

Everything went downhill, that's what. You'd trusted Nico to manage your money, and instead he embezzled it. You’d given him everything: your heart, your body and soul. The trust the both of you shared went beyond lovers. Hearts beating like one, you swore your souls meshed together the night you met. They’d imprinted and became one form instead of two separate ones. The day you found out what he’d done, your heart physically ached. The threads keeping you together pulled and snapped, the metaphorical red threads falling to the ground. That thread might have never existed to begin with. Nico went to prison but you'd lost everything. All the money you made with your music suddenly disappeared overnight. You tried rebuilding your career, but being a woman in a male dominated industry was rough. Not many producers took you seriously. You’d even been snubbed at Battle, where the judges chose a man over you despite what audiences believed. It didn’t matter how masculine you tried being, you’d never fit in with them.

“Hey, can I get a picture?” she asked excitedly. “Please?”

“Yeah, me too!” A man nearby overheard and jumped into line with you. “You and Thanos are my favorite rappers. You're both lyrical geniuses.”

“And me!” said another woman, coming over to you. “And can I get your autograph?”

“Um, look, I-”

“-Now, now, everyone. Let's not crowd B.Kat like this.”

You recognized him right away. Long brown hair slicked back from his face, his jacket read ‘124’. Funny, you thought, you were 126. The club manager from Club Pentagon, Namgyu. You remembered the smooth way he'd integrated himself in your inner circle that first night. He'd come bearing drugs and free alcohol that you eagerly accepted. Smooth talking and flirty, you hadn't minded his advances since he’d been before Nico.

“You can all take a photo with her and Thanos,” he said to the group.

He gestured over to a man with spiky purple hair. Thanos. A cold sweat went over you seeing him in person. The last time you’d seen him, you both were panting and bottomless in the Battle dressing room. A part of you shivered recalling how his hands felt on your body back then. In that dressing room, he’d pressed on every weak spot as if he’d already known. He’d worked you easily, driving you crazy and nearly begging for him to enter you. When he finally did, it was better than any high you’d ever had before. You sometimes thought he’d been better than Nico.

“Wassup, Senorita?” he said, and you almost laughed from his cringey opener. “I haven't seen you since Battleground.”

“I've been around,” you lied.

“Let's take a photo with our fans,” he said to the delight of the group. “A real artist doesn't deny their fans.”

Before you could reject the offer, Thanos and Namgyu pulled you to the camera station next. It reminded you of times that pulled at your broken heart. The fans who used to come to every single show regardless of location; the ones who posted about you on their social media and streamed your music. You didn’t care about the fame they brought, but the acceptance and energy. When you stood behind your microphone, you were home. You could breathe amongst them. Nowadays, you can hardly bear it. Your last album disappointed a lot of people; they said it sounded too manufactured and not like your old sound. You’d gotten a ghostwriter to help you, and that itself was a disaster. The group of followers circled around you for the photo before a masked man stopped you.

“It's only one photo!” said the first woman told the guard. “You took our phones so we can't take the photos ourselves!”

“Don't you know who they are?” asked the man. “This is B.Kat and Thanos. You know, the rappers?”

“It's not allowed,” the masked soldier said again, crossing his arms in an X symbol.

The group groaned in disappointment, but Thanos turned to them. “Tell you what. When we get out of here, B.Kat and I will take photos with all of you.”

“Or just with you,” you said.

“We might even do a friendly rap battle, eh?” he teased you with a nudge.

“Ooh yeah!” The group cheered, excited by the prospect.

“I don't think so-”

“-Please step aside,” said the masked man, “And take your individual photos.”

You were the first to obey. However, they weren't done with you. Thanos came up beside you.

“You know, it’s not cool to snub your fans like that,” he said in matter-of-factly tone. “People will start thinking you’re a snotty person.”

“I don’t have fans anymore,” you replied, not meeting his eyes.

“You have plenty,” he reasoned, gesturing to the people behind you. “Like, who were those people then? Paid fans?” When you did not answer, he said, “Where’ve you been, B? You haven’t been in the game for a while.”

“I retired.”

He scoffed, “You can’t retire. You’re too young to retire.”

“I did.”

“Why?”

“Just wasn’t feeling it anymore.”

You missed it. You missed being on stage performing for a crowd of people, just feeding off one another's energy. In the dark rooms and dim lights you could release everything laying inside you. You could be another person. But, then it stopped. The music that used to flow out of you felt stuck and dry. It no longer brought the same excitement as before. Every time you thought about stepping on stage, shame came and drove you away. You sat in your room for ages trying to write lyrics or music, but it didn’t happen. The worst thing that could happen did happen: you’d lost your passion.

“That's a shame,” he said. “I liked your music. I enjoy your flow better. You have a lot of control, so you're precise but still spitting like crazy. Like,” he chuckled, “‘This ain’t a movie, wake up. You’ve lost your sense of reality. Fall away far from here.’ It flows so well. I hoped to hear more after that album of yours.”

You didn’t want to talk about your album. Nico’s betrayal hurt enough without adding your stupid decision to it. “Thanks.”

You all walked into an open roof room. Nothing in it but sand and a large animatronic doll at the end of the room. A female voice explained the rules as Red Light, Green Light.

“We're playing Red Light, Green Light?” Thanos scoffed when it was announced. “This will be a cake walk.”

“I don’t think so,” you said, eyeing the doll at the end by the tree. An ominous feeling crept inside your bones, stiffening them as you walked.

“Why?”

“That’s too easy. There must be a catch.” You searched the room for the answer, but you saw nothing unusual. “They wouldn’t give a bunch of broke people a chance at money without there being some challenge to this.”

“You’re being paranoid.”

“Maybe.”

You felt him stand closer to you. “Don’t worry, B,” he said, winking, “I’ll protect you.”

You somehow doubted that. When the game finally started, your suspicions were proven right. A man-Player 456-told you that the doll was a motion detector and if you moved, they’d shoot you. Nobody believed him the first time, scoffing and laughing at him.

“He’s like my old man when he comes home drunk,” Thanos said with a smirk, “Just spitting nonsense.”

“He’s not drunk.”

“What do you mean? Look at him.”

When the doll called out a second and third time, the true catch was revealed. Bullets came flying from different directions, piercing through people that moved even a smidge. Hot blood sprayed on your face as the man in front of you got a bullet to the head. You could taste the droplets near your mouth, and the stench of blood stuck to your nostrils. Staring down, you realized you’d never seen a dead body before. Not even at a funeral. The man, pot-bellied and bald, laid lifeless at your feet. When it came time to move, you stepped around him and kept going until you reached the end. More people around you and Thanos dropped to the ground. You turned to see your own horror mirrored in his eyes.

The game ended, and you stared at the field of bodies left on the ground. You wondered what you’d gotten yourself into for real. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t real. It’s a nightmare that you’d wake up from any second. Yet, as you walked on shaky legs back to the dorm, the blood you wiped from your face made everything real. Nobody spoke as you entered the dorm. You walked right to your bunk in the far corner, visions of the dead still clouding your mind. How could they do that? They’d shot those people so easily. What kind of person came up with “games” like this?

“This shit is crazy, man.” Thanos took the bed beside yours, shocked and confused. “What the fuck is going on?”

“I don’t know,” you replied, hugging your sides. “I…Those people…It’s…”

Neither of you spoke for a while. You saw the same horrified expressions on the other players. It was the small click that broke you from your thoughts. Thanos had retrieved a large cross from under his shirt and opened it to reveal several different colored pills. Nico used to have a vial of cocaine he kept on him at all times. He always shared it with you. He said he’d do it with nobody else. You wonder now how true that was.

“Want one?” Thanos offered the cross to you, chewing down on one of them. “It’s crazy good, man. Like nothing I’ve done before.”

“No, thanks.”

“Come on, I know you pop too. We did it together that night.”

“No.”

He closed the cross, and finished chewing. “Your last album was shit,” he said out of nowhere, still watching the rest of the group. “Who wrote the music? Nico?”

No point denying it. “This guy named Huey.”

“You used to write your own verses. I saw you doing it during Battleground. What happened?”

“It stopped coming to me.”

“You thought getting a ghostwriter would make it easier?”

“I needed to make money.

“And lose all your cred in the process?”

“I didn’t think the difference would be that noticeable.”

“Psh, well, it fucking was. Everybody was talking about it. They said you’d finally sold out.”

“I know what they were saying.”

“People already thought a girl rapper was a joke,” he said, “And right when you were showing people you were the real deal, you-”

“-Keep talking and I’ll shove that cross down your fucking throat,” you snapped. “I already know all that. You think I don’t know it? I’ve known since before Battleground when they picked that clown J.D. over me. I heard the shit those fuckers said behind my back: that they thought I was somebody’s girlfriend when they saw me and how I’d make a better groupie than a rapper. I don’t need a pill popper telling me how I fucked up my career. My boyfriend taking my money is already embarrassing enough.”

“Nico took your money?” This made him turn his head.

“Yeah.”

“Damn,” he huffed. “That’s ten times more fucked up. At least the guy who scammed me didn’t know me.”

“Who scammed you?”

“MG Coin,” he scowled, “He told us to invest in this coin and we’d be billionaires. Then the guys who made the coin took all of the money and ran.” He stared into the crowd, “And now he’s here.”

“He is?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna get my money back from him one way or another.”

“Me too!” Namgyu appeared hanging from a bunk above you both.

“Namsu-”

“-Namgyu-” he corrected Thanos.

“Yeah, Namgyu and I bonded over our shared misfortune,” Thanos said. “We’re gonna get our money back from him. All of it.”

“In order for him to pay you back, he’s got to be the sole winner,” you said, “And in order to be the sole winner, we’d have to be dead.”

“I ain’t dying,” he scoffed, “And neither are you.”

“I already did, so it doesn’t matter.”

Your chest tightened whenever you thought about it. The last time you’d held your notebook, you’d stared at the pages until you gave up. When you last heard one of your songs, you felt nothing. A part of you, you felt, had died. The excitement that used to come out of you no longer existed. It was your first death. Dying in these stupid games would only be a second one.

“Pill?” He offered his cross a second time, seeing your watering eyes.

You took a red one without hesitation this time. Crushing it between your teeth, you knew the chalky substance would sink into your bloodstream and you’d forget about it.

“Can I get one?” Namgyu asked eagerly, trying to get closer to him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Thanos said as if he weren’t already tucking the cross away.

The masked men returned to the room, and everyone gathered in the center. They told you the new accumulated amount, then for a vote. People could vote to either keep the games going or stop them and leave with a share of what’s left. Seeing the amount left, you knew what choice you needed to make.

“That would barely put a dent in my debt,” you said out loud to yourself.

“Same,” said Thanos. You saw the drug starting to take over him with his restless body. “So, it looks like we’re going back into the fray together, B!”

“Looks like it.”

As expected, even with the amount of bloodshed they’d witnessed, most people picked to continue the games. You heard some people say ‘just one more game can cover my debt’. That depended on how many people died in the next game. As the drug starts running in your veins, you let yourself get lost in the euphoria.

Hey, if you’re going to die a second time, you’d enjoy the time while you could.

****

“Fuck, you taste good.”

His tongue swirled and dipped carefully over the hard nub and hood. Your nails dug into his hair, purple hair tangling between your fingers.

“Better than anything I’ve had before.”

A slight rush of cold on your side pulled you from the hazy dream.

“That’s a good girl…Yeah, just like that…You look so pretty like this…Can we just stay here? You feel so fucking good, baby. I don’t want to stop.”

His hands and lips were fire on your skin. His length sunk deep in every thrust, stretching and filling you. Your hands slipped into the dark purple spikes of his hair, scratching his scalp as you tugged on it out of habit. He kept you pinned with his body as he slowly rocked his hips to yours.

“Subong…”

His body came first. He slowly uncurled you from your sideways position for more access to you. A pair of lips started pecking your neck, starting at your shoulder before reaching the curve at the base. Your mind stayed in between dreams and reality, unable to register what was really going on. Soft breaths buried themselves in your hair, while two hands went around your middle.

He withdrew just to rub against your clit. His girth pushed your swollen lips apart, sliding over the sensitive nub before slipping back into your entrance. You didn’t think Subong would be any good, but here he was driving you crazy.

“I was that good, huh?” his voice filled your ear, pulling you from your wet dreams. “So good you dream about it?” You responded with a weary whine. “You sounded so sweet whimpering my name just now. You should do it again.”

You whined at the hands toying with your nipples. His fingers whirled slowly around the softness to stimulate them, which wasn’t hard to do. That familiar tightness built between your thighs. It had been a long time since anyone coaxed this feeling out of you. You reached around through Thanos’s arms, grabbing the nape of his neck to touch as much as you could. He grinded into you, his hardness poking against your ass each time and causing him to groan. Whether it was the pills or you really had talked in your sleep, you didn’t care. You didn’t want him to stop.

“Open your legs,” he whispered, turning your head to draw you in for a kiss. His tongue slipped over yours in the deep kiss, passionate like the first time. He explored your mouth with his tongue before ending it with a few soft pecks. ��Let me see how wet you’ve gotten.”

You let him slip off your sweatpants to reveal the plain cotton underwear. Rubbing your thighs together, you knew there must be a small wet patch already there. You got confirmation when three fingers rubbed over it, and he groaned.

“It must’ve been a nice dream if you’re this wet already,” he said, lightly dotting kisses on your neck. “I remember how wet you got for me in that dressing room. It was running down your thighs when I started fucking you. You remember that, don’t you, baby? You remember how sticky and sloppy your pussy was before I railed you?”

“Ye-yes…” You let go of his hair to feel down his body to his center. He quivered at your touch, breathing heavily as you reached the bulge pressing to you. “I remember how hard you were by the time I put you in my mouth.”

“Best blowjob I ever had,” said Thanos, pushing into your hand as he spread your wetness through your panties. “I got so jealous when I heard you started dating someone. I would’ve treated you a billion times better than him,” he traced his tongue along your ear, “And fucked you as much as you wanted.”

“Why do I believe that?” you giggled, giving his cock a squeeze.

Thanos chuckled as he turned your head to kiss you. His tongue instantly darting into your mouth, your arousal grew feeling him harden in your hand. Not particularly big, you knew he’d make you see stars by the time you finished. You slid over the hard tip before teasing the sensitive underside. You couldn’t stop thinking about him inside you. His thickness pulsing and twitching in his boxers brought memories of how perfectly he’d filled you that night. Nico wasn’t very big, but Thano’s was the perfect length.

He’d also gone longer.

Soon, Thanos pushed through your panties, and a rush of cold air made you tremble. Two fingers holding your swollen lips open, a third one flicked over your clitoris. You flinched at the single swipe, earning light chuckles before he did it a second time. The tip of his finger rolling around it, you put your hand in his boxers to feel his hot, hard cock on your fingers. A light trickle of precum became the lube you used to coat his tip. The squishy bulb leaked into your palm in every stroke, and his low moans filled your ear. You sensed his need beginning to build with yours, making you stroke him more.

“Pl-please,” you whimpered, eyes closing and back arching as he teased your entrance with two fingers. “Please…”

“You’ll get it soon, baby,” Thanos promised, free hand sliding up to your throat where he held in your place. “You’ll get it really soon. Be a good girl and be quiet for me. We wouldn’t want to wake anyone else up.”

Your leg going back over his, Thanos pinned it down with his arm. Volume really should be a concern, but the overwhelming pleasure overcame that sense. You squirmed in his hold while he teased you. Spreading your juices around, you heard the faint slick sounds in every move. It was when he slipped the fingers inside that your thighs closed, trapping his hand there.

“No, no, no,” he said, pulling your thigh back up, “You’re keeping these open for me.”

“Subong,” you whined quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He sunk them deep, wriggling the tips around as he curled them. “How can I touch you if they’re closed? You have to keep them open if you want me to make you feel good,” he continued, seeing you moan and writhe from his touches, “Just turn your brain off, and let me take care of you.”

His palm tapping your clit made your thighs and legs tremble. Your back arched against him as your hips moved into his hand. They reached right to your g-spot like they’d done the first time. You recalled everyone having gone home, but you’d stayed to keep rehearsing in your dressing room. He’d come innocently, wanting to talk about music and songwriting, but then it became less innocent. The thought it might’ve been a bet between the men came to you, yet it had been a while and you thought he was cute. It’d been by luck that nobody knew about what you two had done in the dressing room.

“You hear that?” He asked, as he fingered you quickly. He made sure you heard the squishing sounds of your sex gripping his fingers. “That’s all you, sweetie. That’s the sound of your sweet pussy drenched and wet.”

Your body shivered as he went deeper and faster, the sensation crippling you. The deep, tongue-clashing kiss you then shared was what sent you over. Your body suddenly became sensitive to his touch. Muscles tensing in their grasp, eyes squeezed shut as you restrain your orgasm with his mouth, you got lost in the euphoria coursing in your like a drug.

You didn’t have a moment to process anything before the cock in your hand replaced his fingers. Thanos continued the steady pace, holding onto your thigh to keep your legs spread. You could feel him spreading you out, mixing your wetness with his own inside your pussy. Like last time, he hit your core dead center and had you grinding into him for more inches. His faint whimper at your hips whirling to his stroked your ego a bit.

“You had sounded hot too, you know,” you moaned between kisses, keeping his hand on your pussy.

“Oh yeah?” Thanos lifting your leg up and changing his angle slightly.

“Yes,” you said, clenching your jaw as you suppressed more moans. “I love hearing guys moan.”

He took immediate advantage of this information. Lips to your ear, his groans tickled the edges. Hearing it out loud, even in the quiet room, lets you imagine all the pleasure he must be experiencing because of you. Your walls dragged across his cock in each thrust, and you purposefully clenched them to make yourself tighter for him. Thanos drew closer as he lifted your thigh upwards, holding you by your ass instead as he thrusted faster. It showed in the way he gripped your body close to him, wanting to touch more of you. You thanked God you didn’t have anyone sleeping above you.

You were jelly by the time he pulled you underneath him and forced your legs open. As you knew he would, he gently tapped and rubbed against your clit. Overstimulated but wanting more, you cupped your breasts and brushed your nipples for added pleasure. Thanos didn’t allow this. Pushing your hands aside, he pinned them to your sides as he pushed his cock inside you. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding against him, loving every inch he gave you in his thrusting.

“Just as good as I remember,” he grunted in your ear, not holding back anymore. The bunk might’ve pushed into the wall if it weren’t bolted to the floor. Yet, the light smack of his hips to yours could be heard. “Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

The best dick you’d ever had, including Nico’s, though you didn’t say so out loud. Your mouth could not word the thoughts going through your head. Even back then, Thanos’s cock turned you into a senseless, incoherent mess. You could lay in that bed and take him forever. In the half glow of the dorm, you could see his shirtless body hovering over you. Dark hair hanging over his face, eyes full of lust, he’d look the same in the dressing room.

“I'd vote X if it meant I get to have-have this,” he said in your ear, hands keeping yours to the bed as he took long strokes. “Get to have this tight pussy to myself…all the time…whenever I want…”

“Subong,” you whined, your second orgasm approaching.

“I love when you say my name,” he groaned against your shoulder, “Say it again, baby.”

You said his name like a mantra, the word matching the pace of his hips. You noticed he went particularly hard the times you whined his name instead. He released your wrists and knelt up, lifting your hips from the bed. In this new, elevated position, you could only grind on him as he pumped himself inside you. His muscles constricted from the hold his orgasm and position had on him. As your walls squeezed him, his head fell back, eyes closed and mouth open in every quiet moan he forced back. You reached out for him, grabbing his forearms and keeping him close this way. Trembling in his hold, Thanos sensed your next orgasm and chased it down.

He stuck two fingers in your mouth right as you came around him. Moans muffled by the digits pushing down on your tongue, occasionally pushing to your throat. You forgot where you were at that moment. Pleasure and bliss washed over you in waves, crashing down in trembles and twitching. It controlled every sense in your body, keeping you going but also wearing you down. You held onto his wrist to keep his fingers in your mouth, regardless of the drool they created. Eyes locked on one another, he didn’t tear away even when his own climax approached. Something deeper happened in that moment that had nothing to do with him cumming inside you. Legs hooked around his waist, you kept him close as he emptied the last few drops into your cunt.

“Fuck,” he huffed, settled between your legs and head on your shoulder, “Fucking amazing.”

“Very.”

This is where you expected him to roll over, mutter a goodbye, and start heading back to his bunk. He didn’t. Thanos did lay beside you in the bed, but he didn’t leave. You didn’t mind. It felt nice having someone next to you again. Perhaps you’d let him come back tomorrow night just to have the closeness. Feeling his cum starting to leak from you, you knew you should do something about it, but why? You might not make it out of this place. What did it matter if anything came from this?

“I know what you mean, by the way,” he said in the quietness of the dorm.

“About what?”

“Dying twice.”

The stab wound in your heart reopened at his words. “I was standing on the bridge when that ddjaki guy came up to me,” he said. “I thought about ending it all. Who was I without my music? Okay, the money thing really affected me too, but not like how losing my passion did. It felt hard to make anything. Putting words to my feelings was hard, and it didn’t give me the same excitement it used to. It was like I’d already died, so big deal if I fell from the bridge?”

The confession surprised you. Thanos never struck you as the type to have that mindset. But, as you turned to look at him, you realized you weren’t talking to Thanos, the cocky rapper. You were seeing Choi Subong, a man who once had passions and dreams that became shattered in a single second. A lot like you. Snuggling to him, you put your head on his shoulder as he put an arm around you. You pictured him standing on the edge of the bridge, looking down at the water and contemplating everything that happened to him. He’d lost the lifestyle he worked so hard to achieve, and going back to the bottom was rough.

“But, we’re both good rappers,” he said, “Maybe if we win this, we’ll get our money and our passion back.”

“And if we lose?”

“We’ll be dead and nothing will matter. So, that’s why I’m playing like I’m going to die anyways. If you play like that, you’re not scared.”

“Being high for most of it helps too,” you sneered, hand finding the cross laying nearby.

“It does,” he chuckled. “Want one?”

“Sure,” you shrugged.

Why did it matter? You’d already died once. Dying a second time wouldn’t be so bad.

****

A/N: haha love that my first squid game fic is for Thanos. I have others on the way, but hope you enjoyed my first!

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