#and get out of the train station running with your 20€

[isaegi]

WHAT LOVE CAN DO

feat. isagi yoichi and itoshi sae (seperate). gn! reader

includes: states how isagi wants you carnally, what’s new. sae being a megacunt (complimentary). both are very much in love. pining pining pining, established relationship! college au; characters are 20+

how i think they would look at you because who doesn’t love knowing what it feels like being wanted, desired, and then some. all inspired by this line from the literary genius that is nizar qabbani ♡

ISAGI YOICHI

Isagi can’t fight the wicked smirk that tugs on his lips whenever his eyes flit over to where you are seated on a bench at one of his football matches.

It’s simply a habit of his that he can’t break.

To you, the way Isagi looks at you like he’s ready to do your bidding at any given moment is all you’ve ever known.

However, to everyone else? 

People can immediately pick up on how the atmosphere around him gets a little warmer, a little more… unrestrained.

As if they’ve walked into something they shouldn’t have, and they’re subjected to sitting through it anyway because he can’t and won’t fucking stop (can you tell he wants you carnally...).

His focused, intense gaze always manages to easily find yours whenever you’re seated on the sidelines of his training scrimmages. And there’s something about the way he looks at you like he wants to be seen. Pools of blue silently plead for you and your attention, and when you finally give it to him, your heart pathetically flutters at the sight. 

From where you’re seated, you can see how his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, giving you an upward nod once he notices your eyes on him. He’s a little flushed from all the running he’s been doing, but that only adds more emphasis to the heated non-verbal communication between you two.

And because Isagi is so focused on you, you, and you, he doesn’t think twice when a tall, lean figure effectively obstructs his view. 

“You’re actually disgusting,” Rin mutters under his breath, shoving his way past his senior to kick at the soccer ball that was once underneath his foot. “Get a grip,” he tacks on for good measure before he dribbles away with Isagi’s ball.

“Wh—!? Hey!”

ITOSHI SAE

Your boyfriend, Sae, does not stop staring at you whenever you’re speaking. Especially when you two are in a setting where perhaps there’s a third party you’re conversating with is involved.

It’s a basic courtesy to look at a person when they’re talking, right? But with Sae, it’s different.

So, so different.

The way Sae watches you whenever you speak is unsettling. But not in the sense that it was creepy, far from it, actually. Rather, you find yourself being smothered with an emotion that can only be described as yearning for the unreadable expression that lingers on his face when he looks at you. 

Every so often, his eyes would slide down to trail the outline of your nose before his sights rested on your lips, staying there for a moment, he settled his focus back on your eyes again.  

Pressing your hand against his cheek to turn his face away from you, “Enough!” 

“What.”

Whenever interviewers manage to catch you before Sae can swiftly usher you out of the stadium or move you behind him like he’s going to block you, and then maybe they’ll magically forget that you’re there, they manage to squeeze a few answers out of you.

And they absolutely have a field day with it because not only is it one of the few instances where they hear Sae become a bit more talkative (albeit definitely not to/with them), but they capture him wearing an expression that isn’t his usual flat and apathetic resting face. 

The host for a local sports station shoves her microphone in your face, a crazed smile etched into her expression as she practically shouts your name. “What did you think of Itoshi’s gameplay on the field today!?”

“I think Sae, uh, played really good!” You’d say, nodding vigorously at the camera, not really familiar with the whole post-match interviews spiel.

Because why would you be?! You’re not even a player.

“That’s all?” He’d ask, inadvertently pressing you for more details, teasing you to say more about him.

“I— You—” You look to Sae for help, but he’s absolutely fucking useless because he makes no signs of helping you whatsoever with your scramble to find the words you were looking for. Dick.

“He— well, you know…” You shrink under the intensity of his stupid, stupid, yet charming gaze that was only reserved for you. “He’s a good player…”

You hear him exhale a breathless chuckle at how squirmish you were being, it was so unlike you.

And you can tell he’s having fun with this, which is why you abruptly cut it short by stating your departure with a curt, “I’m leaving!” before you swiftly turn on your heel. Slinking away from them with your heart hammering boisterously in your chest.

There’s a beat of silence before both the interviewer and camera turn their sights on your boyfriend next…

“So, Ito—”

Only to find out he had already left with you.

[keikikait]

ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ (ʙɪᴋᴇʀ!ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

for my other megumi fic, click here (warning - smut!)

pairing: biker!megumi x f!reader (au, both are early to mid 20's)

word count: 2k

summary: you love your new apartment, as small as it is. it's in the perfect place, right next to the train station, and is cheap as hell. the only downside? your neighbour, who revs his bike outside your window every morning.

warnings: NO SMUT!, no angst!, multi part series, kind of enemies to lovers, slowburn?, megumi is kinda rude lmaoooo, the girls are fighting!, he says sweetheart twice, reader is kinda down bad lmao

a note: sorry for the delay, i've been busy with work! also, 8 square metres is about 86 square feet :).

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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The rent was cheap. Suspiciously cheap. 

You should’ve been wary, but you didn’t have many options. After a bitter fallout with your roommate, you needed to move out quickly. You should’ve paid more attention to the listing, you realise, as you stop in front of the building and it sinks in that your new digs weren’t 18 square metres.

It was eight square metres. 

Thankfully, you didn’t have much furniture with you, needing to sell it all to afford the move. Your apartment was essentially one long, two-story hallway, just enough for your desk chair and TV. 

You get settled in quickly, trying to liven up the place by replanting your herb garden outside on your small porch. The apartment doors faced an alley, and on the other side of the alley was another apartment building. You didn’t know how much sunlight your basil would get, but that’s a problem for future you.

A problem for the current you, however, was your neighbour's motorcycle. The bike is an exact replica of the legendary Honda Super Cub that was used in the original anime Akira, and as pretty as it is, that shit is loud. His apartment is right on the edge by the sidewalk, meaning the only place he can park it is right in front of your window.

You’ve tried everything. Earplugs. Noise-cancelling headphones. Ear plugs under your noise-cancelling headphones. Sleeping with a white noise machine. Nothing works. You only moved in a month ago but you’re already sick of this mysterious man and his bike. You don’t run into each other often, catching glimpses of him as he drives off in the morning and comes home at night. You didn’t want to be that neighbour, the one that complains about every single little thing, but it was driving you mad. He revs his bike so loudly and for so long, that you’re starting to think he’s doing it on purpose.

You wake up that fateful morning and decide you’ve had enough. You wait for him to return home, hyping yourself up in the mirror before heading outside to confront him. You idle nervously in front of his front door for a few seconds before knocking. 

He answers, looking exhausted, his hair a mess from his helmet. “Yeah?” You have to admit, he’s pretty cute. Tall and lean, with bicep muscles that strain against the fabric of his black t-shirt. And you swear you can see some eyeliner smudged on his water line.

You smile, trying to come across as calm and casual, slightly flustered by how attractive he is. “Hey. I’m your new next-door neighbour,” You gesture with your thumb. “I don’t wanna be that person, but would it be possible for you to not rev your engine so loud in the morning? It’s just…it’s right by my window, and it’s really loud.”

He lets out a sigh of frustration, not exactly in the mood for what you're throwing at him. It was already 9 pm on the third day in a row that he had worked the late shift, and this was not something he needed right now. He looks at you, his expression a mixture of irritation and confusion. “Look, I'm not doing it on purpose. I park where I park, nothing is going to change that. You just moved in, this is how it's been and how it's always going to be.”

You blink, a little taken aback by how rude he was being. “I understand that, but surely I'm not the only person in the building who gets inconvenienced by your bike.”

He crosses his arms, his eyes narrowing. The last thing he wants to do after a long shift is argue with someone about something as insignificant as noise. “Look, if you don't like it, then move out. I don't see anybody else complaining. You're the only one.”

You clench your jaw. You had some experience with bikes, your ex-boyfriend being a mechanic. You knew it was possible to make the revving quieter, it just seems like he didn’t care. “Can’t you just buy a muffler silencer?”

He lets out a short, sharp laugh, one that doesn't hold a single trace of humor.  “A muffler silencer? For a Super Cub? Are you serious? That would be like asking a Ferrari to be quiet.”

“You can’t expect everyone to just be okay with how loud your bike is, man.” You say. “I’m sure it inconveniences everyone in the building, but no one wants to be the person that confronts you.”

He seems to be holding back from saying what he wants to say, taking a shallow breath. “Look. It's my bike. I can do whatever I want with it. No one else is bothered, so why should you be any different? Why do you care so much?”

“You’re not the only person who works early mornings.” You say. “You aren’t the only person in the world, you know.”

That strikes a nerve, clearly, but he still doesn't seem interested in hearing what you're saying. He just rolls his eyes, looking away at his bike for a moment before looking back at you. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but in case you haven't realised, you're not that important.”

“Neither are you.” You say impulsively. It was mean, and you didn’t like being mean, but he wasn’t giving you any other option.

He glares at you, his expression darkening. It's only for a moment, but you can see there is actual vitriol in his eyes. “Look, I'm going to make this simple for you. If you don't like the noise, then move out. That bike is not going anywhere. It has more meaning to me than you'll ever understand.”

“Yeah, I’m sure Akira meant so much to you as a kid,” You say sarcastically. “It doesn’t matter. You can’t keep doing this, man. Buy a muffler silencer.” 

He laughs, but there's a slight tinge of bitterness to it. “Oh, so it's just a cartoon to you? It’s not an influential masterpiece that changed motorcycle and animation culture forever? Okay, great. Good to know.” He is starting to get worked up, but then he shakes his head, trying to regain his composure. “Look, like I said, I am not doing anything to this bike. Not the mufflers, nothing.”

“Then park it somewhere else.” You snap. “Keep it away from my window. I don’t want to hear that shit.”

There's a flash of annoyance on his face. “There's no place to park it away from your window unless I block the sidewalk, which I guarantee you would cause more inconvenience. You're just going to have to deal with it.”

“Are you always this rude and stuck up?” The question stumbles out of your mouth before your mind can process it.

His temper flares up. He takes a step towards you, putting his hands on his hips as he glares at you. “Are you always this entitled and self-absorbed?”

You take a step back. You hate to admit it, but the way he towers over you is arousing. His cologne fills your nostrils and you find yourself getting lightheaded. It was slightly spicy, with a hint of vanilla and coffee. 

You ground yourself, swallowing hard. “Look, I don’t want to argue with you. I just want us to come to a reasonable compromise.”

He glares at you, his eyes boring into you as you step back. You can feel the heat on your skin as if every drop of sweat in his body has been activated by the situation. His cologne is overwhelming you, filling your whole body. “There is no compromise to make here. You don't like the noise, tough. You're just going to have to get used to it or move out. That's it.”

Your eye twitches. “You’re such an asshole.” At this point, you didn’t feel bad being mean to him. He kind of deserved it.

He laughs, seeming almost amused by your temper. “You're one to talk. You come barging up to my apartment, demanding I make changes to my bike, and then you get mad at me when I tell you not to waste your time. Look in the mirror, sweetheart, and then come back with the right to tell me I'm an asshole.”

Fuck. You shouldn’t like the way he says sweetheart, but it causes your throat to dry up. “I tried to be nice to you,” You say. “You’re the one that got defensive and rude.”

“Nice? Maybe in your little dreamland that's what you think you were doing. Maybe you even believe that you were just being friendly and reasonable, I don't know. But in reality, all you were doing was pissing me off and acting like some sort of entitled princess.” He takes a step closer to you, his finger pointed in your face. “But one thing is certain. I’m not changing anything about my bike just to make you happy.”

He’s so close to you that it makes your head spin. You step back again, leaning against the railing surrounding his small porch. “Look, I’m sorry, but you can’t blame me for being upset.”

He doesn't seem interested in letting you off the hook yet, not when he looks so close to snapping. “It doesn't matter if you're upset or not. You don't get what you want by coming here and giving me an attitude like a fucking brat.”

You swallow hard. Fuck. You shouldn’t be attracted to this man, he was rude as hell and didn’t seem to care that he was inconveniencing not only you but everyone in the building. But you couldn’t help yourself. He was so pretty, and he smelled so good, and his voice was so nice. You were going to have to change your panties when you got back home. 

You stand up straight, trying to stay headstrong. “You’re being incredibly rude about this.”

“And you're being incredibly entitled. There's only one of us that needs to change here, and it's not me.” He narrows his eyes, his gaze still burning into you.

You lick your lips. “Look, we’re not going to get anywhere by arguing.”

He gives another one of those short, sharp laughs. He smiles, and it makes your stomach flip. “You finally said something smart. I didn’t know it was so difficult for you. Now, are you ready to accept that you're not going to get what you want, or do you want to keep wasting my time?”

Your eyes narrow. What the fuck? “Excuse me? Did you just call me dumb?”

A smirk spreads across his lips. “You heard me. Or did you need me to repeat it for you?”

You let out a sharp laugh, moving off of his porch. “You know what? Fuck you.”

He raises his eyebrow, a faint smile on his lips. “Oh, so you've switched from demanding to insults? Real mature, aren't you?”

You head over to your apartment, laughing again. “I should’ve known trying to reason with you would be impossible.” 

He calls after you. “You're damn right it's impossible. You come here, make some demands, and then get mad when I tell you no. You're a spoiled brat who always gets her way, aren't you? Well, today's a bad day for you, sweetheart.” 

“Fuck you.” You say, holding the door to your apartment open. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I’m not sure I want to.” He says, smirking slightly. “I’m not into brats like you. I think you need to be taken down a few pegs. You need someone to put you in your place.”

You scoff and flip him off before slamming the door behind you, and just like that, you have given up. 

He leans against his door, crossing his arms and smiling as he watches you leave, his eyes on your ass. He’s just a tiny bit disappointed that you gave up so quickly. He's got to admit, it was pretty fun messing with you, watching how angry you get. He thought you looked cute like that, your cheeks all red and flustered.

Maybe next time…

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part two is here

dedicated to the lovely @whereflowerswenttodie

[phoward89]

Based on this ask

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Chapter 1:

It was an apple. A stupid apple that you swiped. Thinking that you'd be able to get away with it too. And you would've too, if it wasn't for some tall peacekeeper with a platinum blonde buzz cut spotting you. 

Of course, he spotted you.

Because the universe hates you, left you alone to fend for yourself godforsaken District 8. Oh, gods, why, fucking why did you listen to your late brother's girlfriend and apply for a district transfer (when word that 8 was in desperate need for factory workers after a pox epidemic)? District 8 was even more depressing than 12. 

At least 12 had foliage, woods and meadows. Lakes, streams, and creaks. Ways to naturally gather food. Fresh air. 

District 8 had multiple textile factories that produced smog, run down tenant buildings, block and brick buildings crowding everything, and more cement than grass. The winters were cold and harsh, the snow and ice more then what 12 ever received. The river in the district had a large bridge over it, was more or less a landmark then a place to swim and fish. The water was most likely polluted from the textile factories.

All in all, 8 was miserable. And you were all alone in the district, working at a factory that made peacekeeper uniforms for a wage that was half of what you made back in 12 as an assistant in the apothecary. You lived in a small, crappy, worn down one room apartment that made your old wooden shack back in the Seam of District 12 look like the Taj Mahal.

Damn Ashlie for hooking up with a man so quickly after arriving in 8; for leaving you alone so that she could move in with the idiot. 

Why would you expect to get away with stealing an apple? Not with your luck. 

No…

You should've known better.

So, instead of begging to be let go for your crime, you just let the peacekeeper take you to his superior. You knew what awaited you, what your punishment would be. The angelic looking peacekeeper, dressed in blue fatigues and a coat that made his crystal blue eyes pop, had to know the fate he was taking you to. He looked to be a grunt, but you knew that peacekeepers (no matter their age) were just an extension of the Capitol’s cold, cruel, heartless rule.

So, no, unlike other thieves you didn't try to plead your way out of it. You just let yourself be led to the slaughter.

Coriolanus hated being a peacekeeper in 8. Damn that secretary in the Capitol’s PK recruitment office for refusing his bribe. If it wasn't for that stupid bitch, he'd be in 12 right now. He’d be with Lucy Gray.

But it turns out that he wasn't meant to be sent to 12 or to be with Lucy Gray. But what he was meant for was to be tortured by the presence of Sejanus Plinth. Stupid idiot willingly signed up for 20 years in the Peacekeepers; had his rich father get him stationed in the same district Coriolanus was sent to. 

District 8.

Sejanus wanted to become a medic after his PK training while Coriolanus just wanted to find a way back to the Capitol. Which meant that he needed to impress his superiors and take the officer’s evaluation exam as soon as he's eligible for it.

Private Plinth wanted to make a difference while Private Snow wanted to impress everyone; rise in the ranks in order to get sent back home to the Capitol.

So, during his day off, Coriolanus wandered the streets- looking for any opportunity to exploit; to make himself look impeccable in the eyes of the higher ups on PK Base-D8. 

Sejanus was making friends with the locals, which caused Coriolanus’ skin to crawl. Why would somebody willingly befriend the filthy district scum while on their day off? Then Coriolanus remembered that Sejanus might've been raised in the Capitol with more wealth then he knew what to do with, but he was District. He was from 2 and that would always make him less, make him a dirty dog.

Sejanus could mingle with his fellow district scum all he wanted, but Coriolanus wasn't going to. No, he was better than the locals here. Had no need to befriend rats.

Coriolanus was walking in the marketplace, which in his opinion was pathetic compared to the shopping area in the Capitol's downtown, when he spotted you. He thought that you were the prettiest girl he's set eyes on (including Lucy Gray) despite you being district. So, he decided to follow you.

And right when he was about to approach you, he saw you steal an apple. Coriolanus knew by how thin you are that you're probably hungry, maybe even starving (he's no stranger to hunger; him and hunger are old friends), but he couldn't let it slide. Catching you in the act of thievery while on his day off will get him looked at favorably by his superiors. It'll be an opportunity to make a great impression.

So, Coriolanus went over to you and grabbed your arm. You looked up at him with wide eyes, realizing that you got caught. And Coriolanus couldn't help, but think that you had beautiful eyes.

But he'd worry about gazing into them later, like after he's done turning you in.

Reaching into the pocket of your coat, which was thin and worn with patches on it, he dryly said, “Did you forget to pay for your apple, pretty thief?”

You didn't say a word, just gnawed on your bottom lip as he held the apple in his hands- inspecting it. It was red, but not very large. In fact, Coriolanus felt that the apple was of poor quality. You must've been desperate to snatch such a small piece of fruit.

The fruit merchant, whose back was turned when you took the apple, turned around just in time to see the platinum peacekeeper put the apple back onto the large pile it was taken from before escorting you off.

In District 12 there's a whipping post where people are tied to for floggings, but District 8 didn't have one of those. No, in District 8 a thief was made to strip (naked) and kneel in the snow while being whipped for their crime. 

It was a very humiliating, degrading, and painful experience. 

After your lashing was done, the peacekeeper that did it just laughed and tossed his whip on the blood stained snow next to you. You could hear the hushed pity filled whispers of the people around you as you lay on the snow, crying and in pain from your ordeal. 

Your body hurts so bad. A hot pain is seering thru you as blood rolls down your back from all the open wounds left from the lashes. Your blood drips on the snow and all you can think of is how are you going to get up; get home? You can barely move and nobody's going to move an inch or lift a finger to help you. 

You've been whipped for being a thief, you're poison to the citizens of 8. They'll never look at you the same way again. You were dumb enough to get caught; that means you're a liability.

“Come on, get up, darling.” You heard the peacekeeper, who had turned you in, say while crouching next to you. He helped you sit up, causing you to let out a blood curdling scream of pain. 

His icy blue eyes flickered with what you thought was a mix of concern and guilt as he quickly draped his coat over you. The heavy roughness of the wool painfully scratches your open wounds, causing you to let out another painful cry. 

You could feel the eyes of the district onlookers piercing into you as the peacekeeper picked you up bridal style; carrying you away from the crimson stained Snow and your pile of clothes. The crowd parts, like the parting of the seas, when the tall, platinum blonde peacekeeper walked towards the exit of the main square, where punishments were given out.

“Where am I taking you?” He asked, holding you close to him as your bleeding back stained his coat.

 “Third building on 16th Street.” You told him, voice shaking from the pain. 

“Stop whining, I'll get you home and cleaned up soon enough.”

“Should I be thanking you? It's your fault I got whipped so badly.”

 “Well, maybe if you didn’t steal we wouldn’t of had this issue, now would we?” The pretty boy peacekeeper condescendingly asked while continuing to carry you home. “Don't do this again; I won't always be available to take care of you afterwards.”

What the hell?!...

Is he serious? What is he, a delusional sadist? He's the reason your back’s torn to shreds, he's the one that turned you in, but now he wants to take care of you. Even has the nerve to tell you not to get whipped again, because he might be too busy to help you. 

What the hell’s wrong with this angelic looking devil of a man?

Coriolanus noticed how you looked at him with puzzlement in your beautiful eyes. He also noticed how pain was etched on your face. It sent a small pang of guilt into his chest, but he also felt something else. Just like the night he killed Bobbin in the arena, he felt powerful. Yes, he felt powerful that it was him that caused you pain. That by doing his job as a peacekeeper he was able to hold your fate in his hands. He also felt powerful knowing that he's the one that’s helping you; that’ll clean your wounds and bandage you up.

And the feeling of having power over you was euphoric to him. So, he decided to make you his girl in order to keep that power; that feeling he gets when exerting that power over you.

“You'll be safe with me, darling. I'll take care of you.” Coriolanus promised, only to add in. “What's your name, my pretty girl?”

His pretty girl? Is he for real right now? Oh boy… Only you would have a peacekeeper staking his claim on you after getting you whipped for thievery. If only your older brother was alive right now, he'd be laughing his ass off at your shitty luck.

“Y/N Halvir.” You simply answered, silently praying that your apartment would appear soon.

“I'm Coriolanus Snow, but you can call me Coryo since you're my girl now.” Coryo smiled at you. A smile that was too wide, showed off too many pearly white teeth, and seemed to be wicked.

You're his girl now, all because he caught you stealing an apple? Talk about a strange turn of events…

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Trouble

“Malfoy.”

With that smile and that hair and that smile. Coming in hot with two plastic cups, one held out like a shield.  Draco was in trouble. “For you. Should still be hot, I hope.”

“What…” warily crossing his arms.

“It’s coffee. Pumpkin spice, two sugars. You seem like you’re ready to scream, and I know you can’t survive without your daily dosage.”

Potter’s eyes were so wide. So Potter, so green. Distracting and terrible. Did Draco mention that smile? The hesitant line, thin and curved deep. “My daily dosage?”

“You normally drink at least four. Only saw you with three today, so I thought…”

Was he blushing? Honestly. Trying to destroy Draco good and proper. “You… I’m sorry. I must be mistaken, but it sounds as though you count the number of coffees I have a day. Which, I know is mad. Seeing as you work in an entirely different department, and—and that it’d be mad.”

“It’s not like that,” Potter said, eyes wide with terror, so green, so fuck, “we do share a kitchenette, so… it’s not that mad. I don’t go out of my way to… c’mon, Malfoy. We notice each other. You know that.”

Notice each other. What a nice, neat, insufficient label. How very Potter of him to under-verbalise years of animosity, then of resignation, then a budding working relationship, then—apparently, this. Bringing each other coffee in the middle of the day. Oh, fuck, was it really five? He was so behind on those files.

“I—” looked up and gulped a little miserably. Potter was very close and very, well, himself. “Thank you. For the coffee. But I really must get on with all this.” Gesturing flatly at the desk laden with paperwork. “Bloody Robards and his,” swallowed the rest. Really unprofessional and also, also, just, maybe shut up? Thank you.

“Yeah, fuck him,” Potter grinned. The whole thing was entirely nonsensical. Draco’s mouth didn’t get the memo and was stretching into a strange kind of grimace, pointy-upwards. “D’you need a hand?”

“A hand?” eyebrow rising helplessly. “You want to help me with paperwork?”

“Why not?”

Eyebrow rising higher. “You. Want to help me. With paperwork.”

“If it’d get you out of here faster—”

“We don’t even work in the same department,” so wildly out of his element he was shouting. Swallowed, swallowed, tried to ignore how handsome Potter was even when his face turned into this, imploring thing. “What? I don’t—what is even. Is this some sort of a joke?”

His mouth opened into a horrified ‘O’. “No! Not a joke. I really just wanted to help.”

Draco closed his eyes, prayed for some guidance. Had his little crush been so obvious that even Potter had to take pity? “I don’t need your help,” he said, as crisply as he possibly could.

“I know that. I just, er, suppose I wanted an excuse to come talk to you?”

“An excuse to come—” stopped, the mocking tone turning into something softer and a hell of a lot more confused. “An excuse to come talk to me?”

“Plus, you really needed your coffee fix.” With that devastating grin. “Come on, drink it up, and we can talk about all the rest later.”

“The rest?” his heart fluttered quite madly in his chest, insistent and inexplicable, like Potter’s gentle nod.

“Yeah. Get everything you need sorted, and maybe I could walk you to the train station when you’re done? So we could. Erm. Talk.” His lips were even more kissable when he pouted.

Draco agreed before he realised, before the words fully sunk in. “All right. We could… yes. Thank you.” Nothing made sense, aside perhaps for the look on Potter’s face, the amusement that became familiar, and a little spark Draco wasn’t brave enough to name. His eyes, gorgeous, his smile, worse, slightly more confident now and just as destructive.

“I’ll give you half an hour,” graciously. “There’s a café not too far from here. On the way to the station. Maybe we could…”

“Yes, yes, just, go, Potter,” running a hand over his eyes, trying for stable, coming up short.

“Malfoy,” he winked.

Draco was in trouble.

Oh, well.

(Flufftober day 20. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Then just for fun you take your tongue and run it over my lip | And gotta love the way she does it for the hell of it | We're in positions that most people only say they know | Rub it right up, against my body | You got your hand on a landmine, ready to blow |But the devil can hear you when you say... | C'mon and get up (get up), move your body |Use your body, lose control. |Use my body, make it yours (So get up) | We're gonna light this room on fire | Ya, you and I will burn it up tonight (so get up) | The two of us will fuel this fire | No way in hell we're slowing down tonight

And! Belly button shots with that slutty ass tattoo.

Smut? Implication? Sex dancing?. Edging? That's up to you. I am here to just proved a muse not a direct request.

Well, well, well, Lorde! Thank you so much for giving me the in for write for Darry Jenner for the first time! I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it! And now this is officially the last fic of my 20s! A weird and fun smutty fic of an underrated character, how on brand! Let’s get into it, yeah?

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.1K. Darry Jenner X GN! Reader. No Pronouns Or Parts Specified. Warnings: Teasing. Alcohol Consumption. Partying. Body Shots. Mild But Playful Slut-Shaming (Darry Is The Slut Here.). Making Out. Grinding. Hand Job. Blow Job. Throat Fucking. Edging. Sex. Riding. Banter. Reader Is Kinda An Asshole But It’s Fun.

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“Who’s The Real Slut Here?”

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It’s Friday night, you are in college and so naturally you are out at a party, decently full of people, music playing at a healthy volume and your classmates drinking and making merry, excited the school week was done. You were of course among them, with the same idea in mind, of cutting loose and forgetting your stress, and you were well on your way to do that. You’d been here for around an hour, hadn’t really run into anyone you knew super well, but that was fine, you were enjoying milling and mingling. 

Currently making your way to the living room, looking around distractedly at the goings-on, people dancing, mingling, talking, in the early stages of hooking up, Hell, who knows, maybe you’ll find someone to grind up against yourself. 

That train of thought is quickly abandoned as another body collides into yours, shoulder to shoulder, and sharp contact with a small jolt of pain sends your body turning expectedly and unfortunately makes you drop your drink. You were drinking out of the natural party classic, a red solo cup, so broken glass wasn’t a concern, but the sticky and sweet mix of fruit juice, carbonation and alcohol spills over your shoes all the same. 

Eyes drop with a disgusted sound, your shoes are fairly waterproof so your socks getting wet isn’t a concern, but your shoes are going to be tacky and gross, you just know it. You feel annoyance and anger bubbling until you hear the frantic and rushed, “Oh my God, I am so sorry.” 

You had a response on your tongue, ready to snark out something close to, “Yeah you better be!” with a healthy amount of venom, but when your eyes raise to look at your assaulter in the face that quickly proves to be a difficult task. You become distracted by dark brown eyes and soft looking black hair, his face tinged with worry and what looks like genuine remorse, pink lips parted and hands up, it makes what was meant to be a bitchy barb melt into, “Yeah, you’re okay, I mean, it’s okay.” 

“God, no it’s not, looks like that was full-” You cut him off with a smile, anger was forgotten, “Really, it’s okay.”

“At least let me get you another drink? For my conscience if nothing else.” He is very sweet, reads as honest, earnest. You agree and say, “Yes, okay, I can let you do that.” 

He finally smiled, slow and more beautiful than it had any right to be. You and he make your way to the kitchen and once in there and in front of the drink station you both notice that there are no cups. He says, “I think there are some on the top shelf of this cupboard, hold on-”

“How do you know that?” You ask, and he says as he opens the doors, “Oh, my friend lives here.”

He reaches up to the aforementioned top shelf, rooting around for the cups, and you are just watching him, eyes move down his body and in the process of him stretching. His shirt rides up and you of course stare at the newly revealed skin, what you find there makes you gasp before laughing out, “Woah! Slut alert!”

He pulls the cups down, jaw dropped open as he says, “Excuse me?”

You respond enthusiastically with a point to him as you say, “You! I just realized, you’re a slut.”

The cupboard doors are closed, an eyebrow raised as he asks, “What makes you say that?”

You take the two strides forward to be within touching range, and you reach out, fingers hook in the hem of his shirt, and you yank it up and point to his tattoo with your other hand. “This! Look at this shit, guys who aren’t sluts do not have little whoreish rose tattoos like this!”

“Christ! You’re being awfully forward for someone I just met.” He smacks your hand away and smoothed his shirt back down into place, and you laugh again, “I notice you aren’t disagreeing with my assertion.”

He argues with you as the package of new red solo cups was torn open and one was retrieved, “Didn’t think I had to! I think it’s obvious I’m not a slut.”

You watch as he plucks up one cup and sets it down ready to finally make you that drink, but you aren’t concerned with that anymore, instead you asked, “Oh yeah? Wanna bet?”

“Seriously?” Was his deadpanned reply. 

“Yeah, let's ask ten people, if more than five agree with me that you are a total tart based off your tattoo, I win, and if less than five agree that you are not a slut, you win, and I’ll drop it.” You explained quickly, a wide grin overtaking your face.

He looks considering for a moment before asking, “What do you want if you win?”

You push his shoulder playfully as you ask, “C’mon, where’s the fun in that if I tell you upfront?”

A roll of his eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest, the small smile on his face as well as his tone tattles on the fact he is amused however, attempt to fix your drink abandoned, consumed in the current ridiculous conversation, “If you don’t tell me I won’t do it.”

You groan and kick the kitchen island you were next to, “Fine. Spoilsport. How about…” You look him over and then grin lewdly as the thought comes to you like lightning,, “A body shot.”

He laughs with a shake of his head, eyes drop to the floor as he shrugs and says, “Fine. You’re on.”

You shake on it, eye contact reestablished, and the game was on. 

Your hand on his wrist, you start to lead him around the party. The routine went as follows, you walk up to a person, ask if they are down to participate in settling a bet you were both in, if they said yes, you would be showing him off. You would lift his shirt excitedly, or he would be reluctantly tugging it up himself to show it off until ten people later you were saying positively giddy, “Seven out of ten college party goers agree! You are a slut.”

He sighs and asks quietly, “What shot are you doing off me?”

To you, there was only one answer possible.

“The classic naturally. Tequila.” 

Soon enough he is splayed across a table that is normally used for beer pong, currently in between games, and you are setting him up. He’d taken his shirt off before laying down, you rubbed the wedge of lime on him, the space of his belly button now slick and salt sprinkled, your other hand gripping the bottle of tequila you’d already taken the cap off of, you tip it and poured the liquid into the hollow of his belly button. He shivers and squirms slightly, some spills, overflows, and you chide him, “Fuck, stay still!” 

Before he can retort, you’d taken that same lime wedge and placed it in his mouth, rind side down towards him, flesh of the fruit upturned. The bottle is set down and you make your move.

You lean down, one hand on his jean clad thigh, higher than it needs to be, fingers curling over the curve of his thigh, your mouth is close enough. Your lips latch, and you drink from him, tongue dips in, and you eagerly lap up the burning alcohol before you swirl along the perimeter and over that same tattoo that set this bet in motion. Next your tongue turns upwards, passing over warm skin and his firm toned stomach, catching the salt you sprinkled before. 

Afterwards you are pulling up and with one smooth stride, fingers trailing up his bare torso as you go, your other hand descends onto his forehead. Your fingers run through dark hair, a and you leaned down, you give him a ghost of a kiss as you steal the lime wedge, you linger longer than necessary, if he wanted and responded fast enough he could have kissed you, but he was too shocked. You are pulling back up, your fingers come up too, and you bite down, sucking the acidic delight back. Clean rind is pulled away, and you look down at him, stomach wet and lips shiny, staring up at you, and you say, “I realize something.” 

He sounds just a little out of breath as he asks, “What’s that?” 

“I never got your name.”

He realizes that’s true. A small cock of his head as he tells you,  “Darry. My name is Darry.”

You toss the rind of the lime wedge aside, and you tell compliment him, “Well, Darry, I have got to say, at least you are a man of your word. You have follow through.”

He sighs and holds one hand out, “Gee thanks, wanna help me up?”

You do so, gripping his hand and pulling him to sit up and get off the table. He goes to put his shirt back on, but grimaces, “I feel all sticky now.”

Taking in the sight of the hardwood and sturdy table that was covered in a million rings from never having seen a single coaster but cups upon cups of drinks and who knows how many spills your expression mimics his, “Yeah, that table was not clean, c’mon, let’s go to the bathroom, I’ll help you clean up.”

Soon you are standing in the ensuite bathroom attached to the master bedroom. You aren’t supposed to be in here, it is supposed to be off limits, but you’ve always been a rule breaker, haven’t you?

You are cleaning him up, warm and damp wash cloth running over his back, and you say, “So why don’t you think you’re a slut?”

“Cuz I’m not one?”

“Are you sure? Letting me parade you around the party like I did, letting me do a body shot off you like that, I mean fuck, dude, I tongue fucked your belly button before you told me your name. Seems pretty whore like to me.” You teased playfully, and he laughs shocked, seemingly speechless. 

You asked, “What do you think?”

He takes a deep breath before, sighing out, “I think no matter what I say, you are gonna think I’m a whore.”

You finish cleaning him and are wringing out the cloth into the sink and shrug, “Maybe, maybe not.” He catches your eyes in the mirror. He is staring. You stare back. 

You turn and there is this tension. You break it by dropping the cloth and flicking some water onto his still bare chest, a challenging raise of your eyebrows asking, “What are you gonna do about it?”

And you get what you want. 

He wants to put you in your place, wants to shut you up, but mostly you think, he just wants to, and so he makes the first move. His hands on your arms, pulling you closer and taking that single step, and he kisses you. 

The make out is speedy. 

A brief thought flits through your mind, that you were getting just want you wanted out of tonight, fun, relaxation, a few good drinks and getting to hook up with someone. You are feeling bold, and you think he wants it, you test the waters, you feel him up, hands over bare and exposed skin, and he doesn’t shy away, no he leans in closer, eager.

You suppress a smile as you deepen the kiss, one hand is on the back of his neck, the other running over the expanse of his chest and one leg hooks over his hip as you grind on him. He gets hard pretty fucking quick. 

The speed is enough to make his head spin. Two minutes ago, he had his hand in your underwear, touching you, but you made him stop and were now on your knees, pants open and pulling him out. You work him over, hand locked onto his shaft, and you stroke, firm grip, a squeeze whenever you get to the head, a twist of your wrist on the down stroke of his shaft and a steady move back upwards to repeat the process all over again. 

He is leaned against the counter when you lean in, your tongue flicking over the tip, and that has him moaning, head back. The view is fantastic, pants and underwear low on his hips, shirt still off, hands gripping the counter edge so hard you can see the flex of tendons in his forearms, it encourages you to wrap your lips around his head. You suck indulgently and keep your hand in motion, he tastes very fucking good, salt and tang, delicious and when you feel him start to throb in your palm you pull back. His head drops, chin tucked into his neck, to look down at you. His expression is crestfallen, he looks sad and confused as he asks, “Why’d you stop?”

You remain on your knees, tongue licking up the pre-cum on your fingertips before you say, “Because I want you to say it.”

More confusion as he asks, “What?”

Pressing him, you say, “I want you to say it, admit it.”

“Admit what?” Asked Darry, still not getting what you were driving at.

You smile and say it as if it were as simple as two plus fucking two, “That you are a whore. Nothing more than a needy slut. Say it and I’ll keep going.”

He looks shocked again. His mouth opens and closes, but he can’t say much more than, “I-...” before you start again, he moans anew, how cute is he? How stupid and gullible? This will be fun. 

You work quickly, hand and mouth serving to wreck him in short order. He is moaning, panting, hips rocking forward, and you can tell, nearly there, he is close, and you stop, he curses, and you tease once more, singsonging out, “You aren’t finishing until you say it.” 

“I’m not gonna-” 

Well, that won’t do. You don’t let him even finish saying that he isn’t going to do it. Your hands on his hips you lean in, and you make one swift move and you deep throat him, take him to the root, and he lets off the best sound he has all night, a choked off moan with shattered breathing, utterly close to ruin. He looks so pretty like this. He had run his fingers through his hair, bit his bottom lip so hard trying to stay quiet you think it might bruise and bleed, his chest and neck is flush, he is unreasonably hard and leaking pre-cum at a steady rate. 

You are relentless. You work him perfectly, swallow around him, suck, lick and more until he is about to burst. “Please, please, fuck, don’t stop, s’ good-”

He sounds fantastic when he begs, you feel yourself in need and aching. You almost want to give in, you are sure he will moan with the utmost gratitude, will sound hot enough that it might get you halfway there on its own without you ever having to touch yourself.

He is still begging, “So close, God, yes, ah-”  He sounds so fucking hot, amazing, he is all but whining, but he didn’t say the magic words you wanted and so, you then pull off of him. Remove his thick cock from your throat and mouth, the wet strings of saliva break apart, the leash that bound you and he no more. You stand up and pull away, are ready to fully leave the bathroom, fixing yourself up in the mirror, and he grips your wrist. He is painfully hard, dripping, breathing is laboured as he asks, “Please, fuck, please don’t leave me like this?”

You give him a nearly apologetic smile, one thumb wipes some stray spit from your chin as you prompt him, “Then just say it, Darry. You say it and admit it, and I’ll get you off.”

A pause, a beat, and he finally relents. 

He says it shockingly smooth and confident, maintaining eye contact with you, he states as if he truly believes it, “I’m a whore, okay? Is that what you want to hear? I’m a fucking slut.” 

“There you go. Good boy.” You step away and your hand locks onto the doorknob, you open it and asked him over your shoulder, “Wanna go dance?” 

He sounds shocked and calls after you, “Wait! I-I thought if I said it that you’d-”

You turn, eyes meet again, and you tell him, “Oh I’m going to take care of that-” And a nod down to his still raging erection, “-but I was thinking we can go take a break, let you calm down a bit and then maybe you’ll be able to fuck me without busting in two strokes. No offence, by the way, I didn’t make it easy on you, I can make an experienced guy bust in two minutes with some serious effort.”

That is a lot to take in all at once. His mouth opens, another unsure sound before as he asks, “You want to-”

You fill in the blank. “Fuck you Darry. I want to ride you into oblivion.”

He was so caught up he hadn’t noticed you were holding his shirt, you threw it at him and said, “Now c’mon you still owe me that drink from earlier too.” 

He caught the shirt and was putting it back on as he asks, “The one you hoovered off my body doesn’t count?”

You lean against the door as you watch him stuffing himself back into his jeans and closing his pants off his still obvious erection as you say, “Not even close.” 

He got you that drink, you did dance and later on in on top of the coats in a guest bedroom you kept your promise. Only afterwards, the sound of him whimpering while he came still ringing in your ears while you remain perched on top of him, heaving and sweat slick, coming down from your own orgasm, you tease him and say, “Was that so hard?”

He huffed out with a weak and satisfied smile, “No, suppose not, it was pretty great.”

You hum out, “I’ll say. And hey, Darry, you know this is all in good fun, right?”

He hums unconvinced and shifts under you, and you say, “No really, think about it Darry. I fucked you without ever telling you my name, I’m a slut too.”

The laugh he let out is the second-best sound you’d heard all night, when he sucks down a deep breath and the laughter subsides, he tells you warmly, “You fucking suck.”

“You know it.” 

[milaisreading]

Good day! I wanna ask you please for scenario about manager spends free day with boys after u-20 match. This chapter when they go to the bowling, meet u-20 etc.

Author: Hope u like this and thank u for the request! Tried to incorporate the idea here as much as possible 🩷

Warnings ⚠️: none in particular. Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Shibuya Ward (Tokyo)...

Looking at herself one last time in the mirror, (Y/n) nodded her head and took her bag and ran out of her room to the main entrance of thr house. Today was the first day in months where she could relax for a bit and use up all the luxury the oilitside world provided. While she herself wasn't as restricted as the players were, she had certain rules to abide by as well. Some of them were only using the phone Blue Lock provided her, no internet unless she was told by Ego or Anri, no sweets or unhealthy food and similar things. In the past few days she indulged herself in them, as they will soon return to Blue Lock for a special announcement. (Y/n) already had some suspensions on what it was about, since Anri phoned her last night and gave some small details away.

'But for now... I will just relax.' (Y/n) sighed as she put on her shoes, just in time as her father walked out of the kitchen.

"Oh? Going already? Did you take everything?"

"Yes! Phone, wallet, disinfectant gel, wipes, the keys... everything is with me. Don't worry." (Y/n) said as her father nodded his head.

"Good, and keep your guard up. You never know how boys could be."

"Don't worry, dad. It's just Rin we are talking about, you worry too much sometimes." (Y/n) laughed in amusement as her father sighed, nodding his head.

"Yeah... a little bit, but you can't blame me. Just don't stay out for too long and call me in case you need something." Nodding her head, (Y/n) said her goodbyes and ran out of the apartment, hoping Rin's train didn't arrive yet.

'It's 8.15 right now... I need to hurry up since the train from Kamakura arrives at 8.45.' She thought, running down the street to the Shibuya station.

'Thank God it's close to my place.'

By the time (Y/n) had arrived it was 8.35 and the girl was sitting on a bench, looking through her phone. For the past few days every major news station was talking about the Blue Lock vs U-20 match, about the players, Ego and there were even articles that showed her and Anri, even talking about their roles for a bit. While (Y/n) herself was flattered by some of the words used and while the team never made her feel less important, she didn't think she did much. She was just there for her friends-

"Mom, it is her!"

"Rika, it's rude to point."

Looking up from her phone, (Y/n) saw a little girl grinning and pointing at her as the woman kept telling her to stop it.

"I am so sorry, but my daughter saw you at the Blue Lock game. You are their manager, (L/n)-san?" The woman asked nervously and (Y/n) nodded her head, getting up from her seat and walking over to them.

"Y-yes, I am. Did you enjoy the game? Both teams did a great job on the field." (Y/n) said.

'But my friends did a better one!' She thought to herself as the woman nodded her head.

"We did, your number 11 and 10 were quite something else. I never saw such strikers on our filed. My daughter here seems to be more fixated on you though." The woman admitted as the child hugged (Y/n)'s leg.

"Me? I really didn't do anything, but I am flattered." (Y/n) blushed a little and patted the girl's head.

"Not true, I really liked how you kept your cool and were on the call when needed. A lot of the girls in my class are looking forward to join some teams as managers." Rika admitted, fluttering the girl even more now.

"Really? I am happy in that case..."

'Weird... I expected this kind of attention on Rin and Isagi... not on me.'

They talked for a little bit and then the mother took Rika's hand, saying they have to be somewhere. Waving goodbye, (Y/n) sighed to herself, feeling some sort of joy that she had someone look up to her, even a little bit.

"There you are. Did you wait for too long?" Turning around, she saw Rin stopping in front of her and fixing his jacket.

"Not at all! How was the ride from Kamakura?" (Y/n) wondered as they started walking to the exit of the station.

"Crowded and loud at some points, but it's over now."

"I can only imagine, so what do you want to do now? Did you have breakfast? I know a good cafe just around the corner."

Rin nodded his head, as he indeed didn't eat anything out of nervousness, this was basically the first time he was alone like this with (Y/n). While she may just see it as a get together with him, to him it was more like a date.

"Sounds good, I am quite hungry... man it feels nice to eat the food I want and not to stick to Ego-san's food regime." Rin sighed as (Y/n) nodded along, already excited for the (f/f) at the cafe.

"I know! I still can't get over the fact how much chocolate I ate these days... I will miss it once we return~"

"So you are not resigning?" Rin suddenly asked,his heartbeat picking up a pace. (Y/n) raised her eyebrow at the question and shook her head.

"No, I really want to stay in Blue Lock as long as possible. It's weird actually... what a lot of people would view as a prison, really feels like a 2nd home... really couldn't imagine living without you guys now."

Rin felt his face turn a bright red and he coughed, the feeling of happiness bursting in his chest from those last words.

'I basically became irreplaceable to her. I am happy to get to spend the day with her alone... nobody to interrupt me or-'

"Hey! Rin! (Y/n)!" The boy groaned as he heard Chigiri's familiar voice and they both turned to look at the speedster and Bachira.

"Chigiri, Bachira you guys are here too?" (Y/n) grinned as the two stopped in front of them, taking a few deep breaths before speaking.

"We are on our way to meet up with Isagi. And you two? Wanna join us?" Rin was about to protest Bachira's idea but (Y/n) spoke up.

"We were on our way to eat something and... we had nothing planned. Maybe we can join and think of something to do together, the more the better, right?" (Y/n) said, looking at the younger Itoshi. Rin really wanted to say no, to refuse the idea as he wanted this day to be all about him and (Y/n). But as he looked between the two teammates and back at (Y/n), reluctantly nodding his head.

"Sure... sounds fun."

As if just waiting for the opportunity, Chigiri bolted and took (Y/n)'s hand to lead her to the cafe they would meet up with Isagi.

"I know you tried to spend the day alone with (Y/n)."

"What's it to you even?" Rin asked as he glared at Bachira, who just sent him a wicked grin.

"I am just warning you now... don't do that again. (Y/n) is too precious to be with a guy with brother issues." That struck a nerve, which was quite visible to Bachira and he laughed while walking in front of him.

"(Y/n) will pick me in the end anyways, you better get used to the idea." Bachira snickered, knowing he pissed the younger Itoshi off.

'That little bastard... like hell he will.'

"Man, and Teieri-san didn't say what this phase is even about?" Bachira pouted as he leaned his head against (Y/n)'s shoulder. Chigiri ignored the slight irritation he felt at that and spoke up too.

"Whatever it is, at least we will be in this together."

"True! It would be so weird with one of you guys missing, by the way when did Isagi say he will arrive?"

"He texted me saying he was on the way... that was like 30 minutes ago."

As the trio were chatting, Rin kept sending them cold stares from time to time. Well, they were more directed at Bachira and Chigiri, who stole the two spots next to (Y/n), so he was now forced to sit at the other side.

'Lucky bastards.'

"Huh? (Y/n) and Rin, you two are here too?" The group of 4 turned to look at Isagi, who had a mixture of confusion and delight on his face.

"Finally decided to show up, Lukewarm." Rin noted as the boy sat next to him, giving him a glare.

"Shut up, the traffic was bad. Anyways, how have you guys been? Feels nice to be outside."

Isagi's voice turned softer once he turned to look at (Y/n).

'Bachira get your head away from there!' The boy thought with a tight smile.

"Will anyone else join us?"

"I texted Nagi and told him where we will be. Hiori lives too far away so he couldn't meet up with us. Niko couldn't come and Kunigami had something to do today." Isagi explained to Chigiri as the group hear some loud noises nearby.

"Huh? Hey, the rest of the team is here too." (Y/n) said as she got up, making Bachira groan as he sat up straight.

"And they didn't call us? Rude." The yellow-eyed boy snickered as he ran to where the group was.

"It's not like we did either."

"At least we are together now." (Y/n) whispered to Chigiri as they followed Bachira, leaving Isagi and Rin alone.

"This is so annoying. I planned this day out for (Y/n) and I... not you lukewarms."

Isagi snapped his head to Rin and sent him a nasty look.

"Well I am happy it didn't work out for you... Poor (Y/n) would have suffered from the boredom. Also don't try to hard, (Y/n) might not show it too much, but it's clear that I am her favorite."

"What do you want to say with that, Isagi?" Rin challenged the smug boy.

"Nothing~"

'Damn this team.' Rin thought as he followed after Isagi. His cold look softening a little when he saw (Y/n) laugh at some joke Aryu said.

'At least she is happy... I think this won't be that bad.'

Later during the day the group went to an arcade where Nagi was waiting for them. While they were playing, (Y/n) and Aryu sneaked out to look at some of the stores nearby. But that moment was short lived, as 10 minutes later Otoya, Reo and Karasu joined them, having noticed the duo missing. And while Reo was trying to let him to buy her something, Aryu was getting scolded for 'stealing their time with the manager.'

"Not my fault you all have the fashion sense of a rat and (Y/n) rather does these things with me." Which earned him a wave of protests from Otoya and Karasu, saying they dressed rather well.

"The pizza here is very nice~ Why aren't you playing?" (Y/n) asked she took a bite from her slice, looking at Yukimiya in confusion.

"No reason, I like bowling more when watching. The pizza is good?" The boy asked, looking over her shoulder a few times.

"It is! It's good such a bowling alley has good food. I am still confused how you got the U-20 team into playing with you."

"Beats me. Isagi and Bachira sure find trouble sometimes." Yukimiya said, both watching as Rin scored a point for them.

"Go Rin!" The group cheered.

"Here! You can have my piece too." Yukimiya said, handing it to the reluctant girl.

"This is your thought. I can't-"

"Yes you can. I ate too much there past few days anyways." Yukimiya laughed nervously as he watched Baro scare one of the U-20 players away.

'Thank God she isn't paying attention to them." The brown-haired boy thought, smiling fondly at the girl.

"Did you get any rest since the game? It was quite stressful on everyone." (Y/n) asked, looking at the brown-haired boy.

"Sure, I slept a lot these past few days. I am all ready for whatever Ego-san has prepared now. And you?"

"Yeah, I can't wait till we are back at the headquarters. I missed the chaos a little."

(Y/n) said as Otoya and Karasu joined them.

'Whatever Ego-san had planned will sure be a mess... but a good one.' (Y/n) thought as the four started talking about their break while the rest were enjoying the small competition with the U-20 team.

[jpmarvel90]

Coming Home

Masterlist Scarlett Masterlist

Relationship: Natasha x ex-Reader

Summary: Friends most of thier lives and in a relationship from 17 years old, Y/n and Scarlett's relationship deteriorated when Scarlett started her acting career. In contrast Y/n joined the military and has a surprise encounter after many years when she returns from duty.

Word Count: 3881

Y/n's POV:

I have known Scarlett Johansson most of my life. We grew up together and our parents are really close friends. We were best friends for most of our childhood and then we started dating when we were 17. For 3 years we were together, and we had a great relationship. We may have been young, but our love was strong. I adored her and I truly believe that she did in return.

When we turned 20, she started being away more for filming, and because our relationship wasn't public, I wasn't able to travel with her or spend as much time as I'd hoped. Over time, the contact was getting less and less. We used to call everyday regardless of where she was and be texting through the day. But as the months went on, she called less and eventually just stopped messaging me all together.

What was worse was still seeing her family regularly. I loved her parents, especially her mom and I struggled to still spend time with them when I had been completely ghosted by their daughter. So, to protect my already broken heart, I started to distance myself from them. I was in college in New York and just focused on getting to graduation.

Much to my Mom's dismay, when I graduated college, I joined the Army. I commissioned as an Officer and was posted out to Fort Benning in Georgia. I was due to be posted to Afghanistan so my parents decided to throw a huge party to send me off. I was surprised when the Johanssons appeared at the door, but I was grateful to see them before I left.

I needed to take a breather and stood outside in our garden to collect my thoughts of how I ended up here. I hadn't ever really been far from my family. I had stay in New York for College. It was weird at first when I went to Georgia a year ago. Now I was heading to Afghanistan on my first deployment, and I was leading my unit. As I was lost in thought, I felt a hand placed on my shoulder. "You look so grown up in your uniform." I turned around and saw Melanie, Scarlett's mom. "I still remember you running around our back garden playing soldiers with Scarlett as 8 year olds. I never thought you'd actually end up going to fight." She said with a sad look on her face.

I took her hand and pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry I stopped coming to see you. It was just hard." I apologised. "We understood Y/n. I'm sorry that my daughter didn't have the courage to talk to you and not just block you out of her life." She said sincerely. "I've always considered you like a daughter Y/n. I hope you can keep in contact whilst you're away." She said and I instantly felt my guilt grow for shutting them out of my life just because of what Scarlett had done.

"I'll write as often as I can and when I come home to visit, I'll be sure to come by. You and Karsten are family to me." We pulled away from our hug and she gave me a teary smile. "How about a photo before you leave?" She asked and I happily obliged. We went and sought out Karsten and my parents and took a few photos. As I was leaving this evening I was already in my uniform.

Once the party was over, I had a teary goodbye with my parents and made my way to the station for my train to Georgia ready for my flight in the morning. As I put my bag on my back, I turned and saw my dad holding my mom in the doorway as they watched me leave. I turned around and gave them a wave as I turned the corner out of sight. Their words still ringing in my ears. "Please come back to us."

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It had been 4 years since I left, and I had barely been home. I had done one tour of Iraq and was in the middle of my second tour of Afghanistan. I wrote as often as I could as making calls was difficult from the patrol bases, I was stationed at. I had kept my promise and was in regular contact with Melanie. The couple of times I had managed to get home, I always would drop by and see them.

As much as I had tried to avoid any news on Scarlett, I would still see things in the press or online. She was just going through a divorce with Ryan Reynolds and that did nothing for my confidence. No wonder she wanted to stop any contact with me when she had guys like him around. Luckily, I only saw things like this when I was back in the US. Thankfully gossip news wasn't exactly a priority in Afghanistan so it was pretty easy to avoid it whilst I was there.

I was currently sat on the train on my way back home for R&R leave and I was nervous as I hadn't been home in nearly 2 years. I was planning on spending my week off with my parents before I had to fly back out. My parents didn't know that I was coming home so I was excited to surprise them, although I knew that I was going to have to explain the cuts and bruises from an incident I was involved in.

After the long train journey, I jumped in a taxi to head home. My leg was bouncing with nerves at the thought of seeing my parents again. I had really missed them and wished that I had made the effort to come home more often. As the taxi pulled up outside my house, I paid up and found myself just standing on the front step. I could hear music and laughing inside and there was a part of me that didn't want to interrupt. But I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

The door swung open, and my Dad was stood there. It took a moment for him to register that it was me before he silently just pulled me into the biggest hug he has ever given me. I could hear small sniffles and as he pulled away, I noticed a few tears had fallen down his cheeks. "I can't believe you're home!" He said through the tears. "Who is it Henry?" I heard my mom call from the dining room. "I think you should come and see for yourself Mary." He replied, never taking his eyes off of me.

I heard her gasp and let out a small scream as she saw me stood in the doorway. "OH MY GOD! My baby!" she ran toward me and launched herself at me, almost knocking me over. "Hi Mom. I missed you." I said into the hug. My dad joined the hug and we stayed like that for what felt like hours. When our hug was done my mom cupped my face and I could see her examining the couple of cuts I had on my face. "You're hurt. What happened?" She stated. I placed my hands on hers and shook my head. "I'm fine. I'll tell you about it another time." I replied, not wanting to get into that story now.

Our little family reunion was interrupted by a voice from behind us. "Little Y/n has really grown up." Karsten said walking forward to give me a quick hug. "I am 27 now." I laughed in response. "Good to see you still look good in your uniform." Melanie added as she now appeared. I couldn't help the wide grin on my face when I saw her. I instinctively opened my arms and we hugged. "I'm glad you're home safe." She whispered.

I nodded and looked around at 4 of the most important people in my life. But I felt my heart completely drop when I heard another shuffle come from the dining room. I looked over and saw a face I hadn't seen in over 5 years. Scarlett. I could feel the air get thicker as our parents all dropped their eye contact. Ignoring her presence, I turned to my mom. "I should have called. I didn't realise you had company. I need a shower, so I'll leave you guys to it." I said, grabbing my bag and making my way towards the stairs.

I was stopped by my mom grabbing my wrist. "Y/n, you are never interrupting us. Please join us for some food." I couldn't stay down here. I know it's been years since I last saw her and I should have moved on already, but seeing her stood there again, I couldn't do it. "I really need a shower mom. I've got sand in places I never wanted sand." I joked and carried on up the stairs to my room. Well, this wasn't how I expected my leave to go.

Scarlett's POV:

(1 year ago)

I was visiting my parents in New York whilst I had a break from filming. Things with Ryan and I weren't going well, and I needed some time away to clear my head and work out what I wanted. I had some work to get done today, so I was in my mom's office and a photo on her desk caught my eye.

It took me a moment to realise who it was. Y/n. She was in an Army uniform and was with both my parents. When was this even taken? I hadn't seen Y/n since I left to film in LA. I hated to admit it, but I had treated her awfully. I was so scared of coming out, that I decided I couldn't be with her anymore. But instead of doing the right thing and talking to her. I was a coward and slowly started to ignore her until she finally stopped messaging me.

I hated doing it as I loved her more than anything. I threw myself into work so I could ignore my feelings and try to get over the love of my life. Eventually I met Ryan and I thought I had managed to succeed in forgetting about Y/n. And I had for a while, but there would be small things in our relationship that would annoy me and I'd find myself thinking that Y/n wouldn't do that. But when I had these thoughts, I would just supress them, I couldn't think of her like that anymore.

I grabbed the photo frame and walked downstairs to my mom who was cooking in the kitchen. "When was this taken?" I asked, placing the photo on the kitchen counter. My mom looked down at the photo and back to me sighing. "3 years ago, the day she left for her first deployment." She answered. "Why didn't you tell me she joined the army." I asked, slightly frustrated. "It was your decision to cut her out of your life. Like I told you every time you would ask about her. If you wanted to know about her, you should have contacted her." She replied harshly.

She was right. At the beginning I was always asking how she was and what she was up to. But every time my mom would shut me down and would tell me that if I cared enough to know about her, I should contact her myself. I never had the courage to do that. "Where is she now?" I asked. Mom put down the knife she had in her hands and gave her full attention to me. "Georgia. She's getting ready to deploy to Afghanistan again." I let her words sink in as she spoke.

I felt a knot in my stomach at the thought of her being in a war zone. "We're all very proud of her. She's the first woman to lead a combat infantry unit. She's done amazingly well in her career." My mom explains with a smile on her face. "Do you keep in contact with her?" I question. She nodded. "She writes as often as she can."

"Does she um. Did she ever ask about me?" I tentatively inquired. Mom dropped her eye contact and instantly knew her answer. "No. I think it hurt her too much. She changed after you left. She put up this wall. You really hurt her Scar." She said. I knew I had hurt her, and I really regretted it. But I knew I wouldn't ever be able to make it up to her. I'd never earn her forgiveness.

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(Night Y/n returns)

We were all having a nice meal with the Y/l/ns. I had recently moved back to New York after my divorce. I was spending a lot of time with my parents as I needed their support. I also started to see more of Henry and Mary so I could feel closer to Y/n. I still hadn't reached out to her. I wanted to more than anything, but I had no idea how I would even start.

We had just started to eat when there was a knock at the door. Henry got up to answer it. We couldn't hear much, just mumbling. Mary then got up to check who it was. My parents and I all had a worried look when we heard a small scream from Mary followed by "Oh my god!". We quickly got up and my parents were first to leave the dining room. As soon as I looked through the doorway, I saw her. She was being smothered by a hug from her parents, but I could tell clear as day that it was her.

I quietly watched as my mom and dad greeted her and it was great to see that they still had a good relationship with her. We grew up together and we were like extended family to each other, and I know how much my parents loved Y/n. I smiled to myself at their interaction and that fate had brought us back together tonight.

After they had all had their reunion, I started to walk into the hallway to join them when Y/n's eyes snapped to mine. I could see the happiness in her eyes disappear and be replaced with hurt. I couldn't get any words out and before I knew it she was walking away. My brain was yelling at me to call after her, but I just stood there watching as she walked up the stairs.

"I should go. I don't want to stop you spending time with Y/n." I said, feeling my heart shatter at the thought that she can't even be in the same room as me. Mary reached over to take my hand and shook her head. "Don't be silly. You're staying. She's just shocked to see you." I still wasn't sure but her dad gave me a reassuring smile so I turned back towards the dining room.

I couldn't take my eyes off the doorway, all I wanted was for her to join us, but I knew she wouldn't. Maybe I should go and see her. Seeing her again made me realise that I'm still in love with her. I'm the one that needs to apologise, I need to make the first move. "Why don't you go up sweetheart?" I heard Mary say. I looked up and was giving me a sympathetic smile.

I stood up and took a deep breath and made my way to her bedroom. The door was slightly opened and as I knocked it opened further to reveal Y/n. She had just taken her shirt off and was stood in a sports bra. Her torso was covered in dark bruising. With no control over my body, I had rushed over to her and placed my hands on her back. "Oh my god Y/n. What happened?" I asked full of concern. She quickly pulled away from me and her face was full of anger.

"What do you want Scarlett?" She asked harshly, ignoring my question. "I uh, I want to talk." I stuttered, still not able to take my eyes away from her injuries. She laughed and pulled away from me. She was still shirtless, and I found my eyes admiring her body. She was in incredible shape. The Army was doing great for her. "Talk? Well so did I, 5 years ago." She said and the anger in her voice made my heart clench. "Please I just want to apologise. How I acted was cowardly and I should have come home to talk to you. I was scared." I tried to explain but she just scoffed.

I watched as she ran her hands through her hair, starting to pace. "Why now? We're both completely different people now. What benefit is there to either of us to have this conversation." Her words were cutting and there was a part of me that was terrified that I would never be able to fix this. "Because I still lov..." "Don't you dare finish that sentence." She spun around on the spot interrupting me with a look of anger. "I loved you with all I had. I gave you everything and put you first time and time again. Yet I clearly meant nothing to you as you could so easily just forget about me." She said, tears starting to fall.

"But I did love you. I still do! It was the biggest mistake I've ever made. I never forgot about you. I tried but I couldn't." I tried to explain but I could tell she wasn't having any of it. "Tell me this Scarlett. If I hadn't seen you tonight, would you have contacted me?" She has stopped pacing now and had stopped right in front of me, her hands on her hips. Words weren't coming out of my mouth and I was cursing at myself for it. "That's what I thought." She said grabbing her towel and shutting herself in the bathroom.

I felt tears falling down my cheeks, my heart breaking. I didn't have the right to feel like this. I was the one that broke her heart. I made my way back downstairs and rejoined our parents. They all gave me a sympathetic look. "Give her time. She never stopped loving you. She's just hurt and protecting herself." Her dad offered which surprised me. I hurt their daughter. I would have thought they wouldn't want me anywhere near her. I gave him a small smile of gratitude and we carried on the dinner.

Over the last week I had tried to see Y/n as often as I could but each time, she would push me away. I knew that if I wanted to mend what I broke, I had to show her what she meant to me. I was making my way over to her parents' house, but my heart sank when I saw Y/n in the doorway in uniform and her bag in hand. Her mom was crying, and her dad had her in a tight embrace.

I ran up their footpath wanting to know where she was going. "Are you leaving?" I asked and she turned around and I could see that she had been crying. "Yeah, my leave is over. I've got to head back." She said and it was the first time she's spoken to me willingly. "To Afghanistan?" I ask and she nods. Not giving her time to react, I pull her into a hug and try to hide the fact that I was crying. "Stay safe." Was all that I could get out and I was shocked when she returned the hug.

Once I released her, she grabbed her bag and turned to give her parents one last hug. "I'll see you in 3 months." She said and started to make her way down the path. The three of us watched her leave and I felt a hand on my shoulder. "She'll come home." Henry said, but I think he was trying to convince himself as much as me.

It had been 2 months since Y/n had gone. I had been writing to her three or four times a week, after getting the address from my mom. I had a couple of short replies from her, which was more than I had expected. Maybe she was starting to warm up to me more. I couldn't wait for her to come home as I had a whole plan to win her back. I knew Y/n better than most people. Yes it may be 5 years and she's changed but I know there are some things that will never change. So, I was going to use all of that knowledge to win her back over.

I was working on some emails when I heard a knock at the door. I got up and was greeted by my mom at the door, but I quickly noticed that her eyes were red and puffy. "Mom, what's wrong? Is dad ok?" I asked panicked as I guided her into the living room. She shook her head and took a deep breath. "It's Y/n." She whispered and, in that moment, I felt my heart tear in two. "I just had a call from Henry. Y/n's unit came under attack, she got hurt and they couldn't get to her. They had to retreat without her. She's been declared missing in action, presumed dead." Her words were like knives to my already wounded heart.

I dropped to my knees and let out a cry. My mom knelt next to me and pulled me into a hug. We both cried together. "But they haven't found a body, so she could still be alive." I said trying to grasp on to any hope. "Sweetheart, her injuries were severe. They said the likelihood of her surviving was extremely small." My mom sobbed.  I can't believe, the woman that I love is dead. I never should have left her all those years ago. Maybe she wouldn't have joined the army if we were still together. She'd still be alive, and we'd be together like we were meant to me.

As my sobbing got louder, my mom held me closer. "It's ok sweetheart. We'll get through this together." She said through her own tears. "It won't be ok. I've lost her forever. It's all my fault! I was such a selfish asshole and it's cost me the love of my life." My mom and I held each other, mourning the loss of someone so important in both of our lives.

She died a hero, saving the lives of her men by ordering the retreat whilst she was injured knowing she wouldn't make it. I wouldn't have expected anything less from her. She always put other people first. In this instant it cost her her life. I should have put her first like she had always done to me. I should have never let a day go by where she didn't know how much I loved her. But instead, I'm sat here mourning the loss of the one person I can't live my life without. I was just too late to realise it.

Part 2

[soufcakmistress]

new love on the near northside

A/N: haters that ruin the fun will get blessed out and blocked! find someone else to play with, tysm :) this is for all the sydcarmy truthers like me who’ve been in a spiral for two years

Pairing: Sydney Adamu x Carmen Berzatto

“All right chefs, we need to fire four prime ribs, two lobster risottos, and four cream puffs!”

“Yes, Chef!”

“Marcus, 86 the mascarpone for the cherry tart on 20!”

“Heard, chef!”

“Okay I need to see hands!”

The waitstaff gingerly grab the plated dishes from the final station, while Carmy is gently yet firmly reminding them not to smudge the plates as they’re being taken to their respective tables. Dinner service is in an awesome groove right now and Syd is feeling confident tonight. She’s still riding on a high from the last food critic that visited from the Chicago Tribune, who raved over her braised short rib and orzo pasta. There are also other reasons for Syd’s good mood.

“Open your legs, Syd..”

Syd shudders, takes three deep breaths and continues to fire off orders from the expo. The Bear has been packed almost every single night for three weeks. They don’t have much of a waitlist yet, but word of mouth moves quickly in Chicago and the front of house are noticing some repeat customers already.

Carmy joined Syd at the expo, and she can still pick up the scent of his cologne even in the midst of garlic, heavy cream and raw seafood. If she even peeks at him, she’ll lose her train of thought, and that’s the last thing the team needs right now. After having to let go of Josh after his unfortunate episode, her sous Tina has been pulling double time, covering both stations like a champ. She makes a mental note to give her an unbelievable gift and some love this weekend. “How are we doing, Chef? We cool?”

His eyes are so crystal clear and she recollects how he stares through her when they….oh fuck. “Yes, Chef. Runners are getting everything out in a timely manner, and we are turning these tables around. You?”

“Carmy, Carmy, yes—oh!”

Carmy licks and bites his lips and smirks. “Yes Chef. You’re the captain of this ship.” He squeezes her shoulder and goes back to his station as their boucher, Daniela checks in with Carmy about the fat trimmings for their beef.

Fak, Richie and Sweeps were holding down the front since Nat is on maternity leave. Carmy keeps a wallet size photo of his brand new nephew at his station, looking occasionally with a smile. Forty five more minutes before dinner service is over and Syd can finally go puke out back. “Chefs, we’re almost in the clear! Let’s keep up the momentum and sense of urgency!”

“Yes, Chef!”

Every dish is gorgeous. So many painstaking hours reworking the menu. Chaos menu, thoughtful chaos menu, back to chaos menu again. Reviewing and poring over Carmy’s intricate drawings, all the late night sessions, so much money spent on ingredients—it was enough to make Syd’s head spin. Hence why, almost a month since The Bear opened she’s still subsisting on a diet of Tums and Pepto.

She’s eternally grateful for her partners. Nat and Cicero have saved all their asses more times than they can count. Cicero is a hard ass but he adores Carmy and Sugar and has grown to love Syd as well. And of course, the best chef she’s ever had the privilege of working beside is her executive chef, business partner, best friend and now lover.

“Look at you. You’re so wet baby. Fuck—”

~

They’ve managed to keep their love affair under wraps for this long. It’s a struggle not to be able to touch each other when they’re working. Tina and Marcus are too perceptive; they would be found out immediately. Still, Sydney feels like a giddy school girl whenever Carmy corners her in the office as they open the restaurant every morning—both of his hands by her sides keeping her close. He’s so incredibly sexy without even trying and she still gets shy sometimes. He has to pull her chin from her shoulder and make her look at him.

“Don’t run away from me. You know I won’t let you..” And those ocean blue eyes of his again….and his lips are feather light on top of hers. Her knees are ready to buckle and Carmy sensed as much, so he pulls her close to the hardness of his chest and stomach to keep her standing.

She loves how his stubble feels on her chin and cheeks, especially when he drags his mouth down her jaw and lightly sucks on her neck. “Carm, Carm, Carm, oh my god, don’t! If they see me with a hickey when I didn’t have one yesterday, how do I explain that?” Her face is hurting, she’s cheesing so hard.

One hand slides up her chef whites, slipping under her camisole and his agile fingers pinch her nipple while his tongue circles her earlobe. Syd’s learned that Carmy is insatiable. For someone to not be as experienced as he claims—his hands, lips, tongue…always seem to go exactly where she needs them to. “I can’t help it, Chef. You’re just so damn beautiful.”

Syd’s hands roam all over his thick biceps and eventually land in the bushy mess atop his head. Their tongues lave and suck on each other’s and their moans can’t be held back any longer. Carmy pulls her leg up to his hip while he grips her braids, until he hears Marcus and Sweeps come through the back door. They separate quickly and get themselves together. Lusty gazes linger between them and they’re both aching between their legs. Carmy is as red as a beet, and Syd’s lips are swollen from his kisses and nipping. “Right, thank you chef.” Syd walks out first awkwardly with wobbly legs that make Carmy chuckle.

~

Dinner service is over—the kitchen has been scrubbed down, trash taken out, perishables have been stocked away in the lowboys and walk-in, and the back of house staff has skated out. It’s just Carmen and Sydney, in their brand new restaurant. “I’m beat. You got all your stuff right?”

Syd has an overnight bag with everything she needs for a weekend with her babe. “Yes, I do! Are you..ready to go?” Carmy grabs the weekend bag along with her hand and they walk in tandem to his car.

Carmy has been seeing a therapist in addition to the Al-anon meetings and Sydney can tell a difference already. He’s slower to rant and rave and owns up to his mistakes. More eager to hear people out. She’s proud of him—he’s suffered through a lot to make it to this point. They eventually arrive to his apartment and a shower is the first order of business. Syd loves the water pressure at Carmy’s place and taking showers together has been great for their newfound intimacy. They undress each other, Syd pulls her braids up in a high bun, and they just hold each other under the steaming water. This is their time. Away from The Bear. Away from Chicago. Away from the many demands and decisions they’re forced to confront every single day.

Carmy washes her with her pink loofah that’s been made a permanent staple in his bathroom. This is all new to Syd; her heart blooms in her chest at these big feelings she’s experiencing. He’s gentle and doesn’t leave an inch of skin untouched. Syd washes his hair with his expensive shampoo and Carmy’s eyes close in ecstasy. They needed this tenderness. They deserved it.

All cleaned up and fresh, they mosey back to the kitchen for a late night meal. Habits are hard to break. “Spaghetti?” Carmy suggests.

“Yes oh my goodness. Butttt use bucatini instead. And all the cheese.” He smiles in agreement and pecks her on the lips and gets out all the ingredients they need. Julia Child is on in the background on a public access channel, as they converse about the restaurant and Carmy’s nephew and Sydney’s dad and Carmy’s dysfunctional family, the deep loss Syd still feels at the absence of her mom for most of her life. More tenderness.

Pasta is rolled out. Meat sauce is sautéed, seasoned and almost ready. The Shiraz is poured. Carmy can’t stop staring at her in his shirt and boxers. She’s so cute. The pasta boils and he watches her watching the program, fully enthralled. Everything is finally done; he plates everything in his unique Carmy way and Syd audibly orgasms at how the savory flavors meld together especially with the wine.

He grates more pecorino over the pasta and the lull in conversation is comfortable and warm. Not awkward and full of anxiety like with Donna….leaving him constantly overthinking and being afraid to speak. Sydney seemingly knows what he’s going to say before he does and that brings him comfort. They’re in crystal clear alignment on every way and he now knows a semblance of peace.

“Fuck. This is good.” Sydney is damn near scraping the plate, while Carmy is smiling the biggest she’d ever seen from him. They both love when the other eats their food. That sense of pride is undeniable.

“I’m glad you enjoyed, Chef. Anything for you.” He winks at her and she gets bashful and mumbled out that she’s going to take care of the dishes since he cooked. To his surprise, he’s a little more tipsy than he realized from the Shiraz. Carmy drains his glass and pours himself another, while checking Syd’s frame out. His boxers are screaming for relief and a little moan eeks out of him before he can stop it. Thankfully Syd isn’t aware of his moment of weakness.

Carmy swallows and wipes his lips and moseys behind his girlfriend. Kissing and nipping. “I’m almost done here, Carm..” Syd whines a bit at his ministrations and drops the plate into the soapy water.

“Yeah. Not fast enough for me..” Carmy turns her around and leaps with his tongue and mouth first. Her hands are dripping wet but she doesn’t waste a second grabbing his head of wild curls and taking what he has to give. Carmy grabs her legs to wrap them around his waist and Syd can periodically feel him thrust up into her mound, wailing for stimulation that only he can provide.

Their shared affection overpowers the television, and Carmy feels his way down the hallway with his baby in his arms. His love, that saved him in so many ways. He pulls his shirt off, she takes hers off. She takes his boxers off that she had on and she lays on his bed, naked as the day she was born. “Fuck me, Carmen.”

She held in her amusement because his entire neck and face was blood red with the pupils of his eyes blown out. Syd knows that he’s doing everything he can to stay contained, but he knows her better by now—she does what she wants. So she spreads her legs for him and twirls her clit in tandem with a brown nipple. Carmy’s about to explode.

He drops to his knees and explores her love below like it’s never been done before. “Sydney, why do you taste so good? Why do you do this to me..” She relishes in the fact that he’s potentially bruising her with the vice grip he has on her thighs, but yet she’s so afraid that she’s gonna squirt in his face if he keeps gently sucking her clit in and out of his lips like that. His manicured fingers enter her canal one after the other and prompt her to let go. “CARMYYYYYYY!”

His whole chest is drenched, and his eyes are shut tight, his deft fingers rubbing tight circles around her clit with a precision that only an executive chef named Carmen Anthony Berzatto could deliver. Sydney pushed his head away and she’s left trembling with watery eyes. “I-I—i didn’t know I could do that!”

Carmy just smirks and wipes his mouth and drops his pants. Syd still can’t get over him. He has even more tattoos that can’t be readily seen on a day to day basis, he is so cut and muscled and has a cock that should be cast in 24 karat gold. Don’t sleep on the short kings.

“Turn around.” His voice leaves no room for pushback, and she can barely raise up on her knees before he’s manhandling her. He’s learned that he loves doggy with Syd. With her ass high in the air, she is getting impatient as well and reaches behind her to line him up with her slit. Carmy catches his lip in his teeth as he pushes forward and they both groan out a “fuck” that only they could wholly grasp.

On the first stroke, he’s all the way in and Syd fees his sack grazing over her entrance. They’re both in a trance. Carmy has visions of Syd cooking, smiling, cumming, revolving in his mind as well as the score of the last White Sox home game so he doesn’t bust his load quick. Syd can’t get the thought of how intense and sweet he gazes at her. How he commands their team, how his talent speaks for itself, how fucking sexy his jawline is, how big his heart is. How lucky is she? To fall in love with her idol, mentor, boss….and to have him love her back.

The bed is beginning to bounce off the wall. Their volume increases as Syd can’t hold herself up anymore and they fall into collapsed doggy with their fingers interlocked. “I’m so glad you found me. I love you Syd, I love you, I fucking—fucking love you baby!” That set Sydney off for the most expansive and overwhelming orgasm of the night, taking her beau with her over the edge. Carmy’s sweaty forehead lays on Sydney’s right temple—both of them with tears in their eyes.

Carmy kissed every finger tip until their mouths met again, both letting their waterlogged eyes flow free. “I know. I love you too Carmy. We’re never alone.”

“We’re never alone.”

[grottylittlefox]

How could I ever forget you? Chapter 18

Sebastian Sallow/Professor Sallow × f!MC / reader

Slow burn/fluff/angst, aged up characters 18-mid 20s

Somehow it had taken until your final day at Hogwarts to finally show Sebastian how you felt, and by then it was too late. Years pass and your distance grows stronger, despite your many efforts for him. A surprise encounter at a new job could change things forever. Finding each other once again at the very place you first met, Hogwarts.

Chapter 1: "I guess this is it"

Chapter 2: "Oh how I missed you"

Chapter 3: "Goodbye, Sebastian"

Chapter 4: " think it's time you move on"

Chapter 5: "Professor Sallow?"

Chapter 6: "Welcome Home"

Chapter 7: "You're my good luck charm"

Chapter 8: "I'm more of a butterfly person"

Chapter 9: “What have you become?”

Chapter 10: “I have something for you”

Chapter 11: “Curious”

Chapter 12: “I can never stay away from you”

Chapter 13: “Meet me in the undercroft”

Chapter 14: “Shall we dance?”

Chapter 15: “Maybe I’m just as messed up as you”

Chapter 16: “I need you”

Chapter 17: “Isn’t this a nice surprise”

Chapter 18: “I suggest you quit while you’re ahead”

The days leading up to Christmas couldn't have gone any faster. Before you knew it you were waving the students goodbye on the Hogsmeade station platform, sending them off to the warmth of their families.

You however, were welcoming your family home.

"There it is!" Professor Onai grinned from beside you, pointing ahead at the face of a train pushing through thick white smoke. With a loud toot, the chugging machine came to a halt, the carriage doors springing open.

Out onto the platform stepped your best friend, the person you were missing most in the world, Natty. Wrapped up in a red woollen jumper and her braided hair floating in the wind, she was glowing. Her mother stepped past you, pulling her into a hug, causing you to beam at their joy. However it wasn't long before you were pulled into that hug too, giggling in the cold with your favourite person. Well, second favourite person.

It meant everything to see Natty again, to know she was safe. The admiration you felt for her went beyond words. She was the one person you could really use some advice from right now, but you dare not ask. To run the risk of Sebastian's life was too much. In fact, you hadn't told Natty a thing about his condition, nor the details of your new found closeness. The last Natty heard you were dating Garreth, Merlin you'd better update her on that too..

You hadn't managed to get a word in the whole walk back to the castle, she had plenty to tell her Mother which you of course understood. Besides, something else had your attention as the three of you stumbled through the snow. The lake. Every time you passed it you found yourself hypnotised, it was all but impossible to focus knowing that what you needed could lie beneath the thick ice that still remained in place of rolling waves.

A tight clasp suddenly grabbed your wrist.

"Don't."

Professor Onai's word rang deep, echoing in your skull. She knew something.

Natty turned to her mother, completely baffled at what she was doing.

"What's going on?" She said cautiously, aware that clearly her mothers gift had come to use.

"I don't know what you're thinking of doing down there, but don't." The Professor paused for a moment, slowly closing her eyes. "I sense only danger, the darkest and coldest kind. Happiness being snapped away in an instant. You.... And someone else."

There was a silence between the three of you. A real dampener on the joy that was ringing just moments ago.

"Mother, please not now-" Natty broke the silence.

"No-" you interrupted. "I understand, I- I won't," you lied.

The Professor nodded to you, snapping out of it in a instant.

"Don't look at me like that!" She said to Natty with a chuckle, as the two of them made their way towards the castle walls. You lingered behind them a couple of paces, your mind spinning about what this could all mean, attempting to process.

"I uh, have somewhere I need to be. I'll see you at dinner?" You called out with a smile as they approached the door.

Natty nodded and waved, mouthing the words 'I'm sorry!" as she closed the door behind her.

You went to the only place you knew could provide any solace right now, the undercroft.

~~~

As you sat in the corner of the candlelit chamber, your thoughts scoured for any kind of answer.

Did you even believe in divination anyway? Sebastian always insisted it was a load of rubbish.

But what Professor Onai said, it was so.. specific. 'You and.. someone else' that someone else obviously being Sebastian. Danger in the lake, it was all.. worrisome.

There was nobody to confide in, you certainly couldn't tell Sebastian. And Natty, oh Merlin would you be in trouble for dabbling in all of this if she found out.

Perhaps you shouldn't dabble at all?

But Sebastian.. he'll...

It was an endless cycle, a cycle with no answer. And somehow you had let this cycle eat away at you for hours, as before long it was already time for dinner.

~~~

Wandering through the practically empty halls, you tried everything you could to push it all to the back of your mind. To enjoy one nice evening with your friend was all that you needed, and this gruesome prophecy was not going to ruin that.

You thought for a moment that you might have missed it as you stepped into the Great Hall, before remembering that most of the students had left for the holidays. Despite the room being completely empty, rows and rows of delicious food still remained, completely untouched.

A soft touch graced your waistline, luring you back in to the little room that stood between dinner and the halls of the castle. You didn't need to turn to know who it was, this gentleness had become oh so familiar, like returning home. Breath tickled your earlobe as a chin arrived on your shoulder, guiding you behind the door to remain out of sight.

"Sebastian.." came from under your breath. He said nothing, but you felt a grin stretch across his face at hearing his name. His fingertips exploring your waist further, you gave in, turning to face him as he pressed his forehead to yours. Interlacing your hand with his, you played with his fingers, letting out the smile you'd been trying to hold back.

"What is it?" You whispered with a blush, as if nothing of note had had you in crippling despair for the past few hours.

"Spend Christmas Eve with me?" He whispered back, his eyes begging you to say yes.

You were melting into him. It was hard to believe that this was the same man who was ignoring you just a few months ago. But you knew it was too good to be true, after all. He could be ripped away in an instant if you didn't hurry up and find this item. You wished more than anything that you could enjoy a single moment with him without reality plaguing your mind. A harsh reminder of how much you had to cherish this, before it was too late.

A quick 'ahem' interrupted your reply.

"What an interesting development," said a smug looking face, eyes filled with thrill.

"Natty-" Sebastian replied awkwardly, stepping back a little but keeping your fingers intertwined with his. "It's good to see you again."

By now you were looking like a tomato, blushing the deepest red, your eyes still glued to Sebastian.

"Come, MC. We have much to catch up on," Natty teased, gesturing you to follow.

Reluctantly you pulled your hand away from his, turning to Natty as she wandered into the hall.

Sebastian however, wasn't having it. With a gentle but powerful grip on your forearm he pulled you back in, bringing his hand to your cheek.

"I didn't get my answer."

"I think you know it's always yes."

~~~

"FINALLY!" Exclaimed Natty, a little too loud over the table, absolutely thrilled at the news that you and Sebastian were at last... something.

There was however a slight issue with the news, the entire story you just told her was a lie. You couldn't exactly tell her the truth, that Sebastian was cursed under an unbreakable vow, that his whole engagement was a sham. A little fluffed up story about how he had a change of heart would do much better in Natty's ears.

You'd become a bit of a frequent liar recently, which before all of this, was entirely out of character.

But was it? You'd spent a good portion of your life lying about, or to Sebastian. Lying about being completely fine with his engagement, pretending you'd never even had feelings for him in the first place. And now you're here, lying to your best friend because of those feelings. Lying to Garreth, lying to Sebastian again about not getting involved and now lying to yourself. Telling yourself it would all be okay, telling yourself you can save him.

Professor Onai's voice whispering in your head.

Can you really save him.. or are you doomed to fail?

~~~

It was Christmas Eve at last, and you stood outside Professor Sallows office door, balancing a tray of cookies atop a neatly wrapped gift.

Before you could even reach to knock, the door swung open. Sebastian stood before you, grinning ear to ear at the sight.

"Come in."

He lead you through and you carefully placed the cookies and gift on his desk. Candlelight flickered through the cinnamon smelling room as the fireplace roared in front of blanket covered sofa. With the same pile of books you'd left there sitting on a coffee table accompanied by two mugs of swirling hot chocolate.

"Is that for me?" Sebastian whispered eagerly, pointing to the gift like a little boy on Christmas morning.

It killed you to be a disappointment, but you had to tell the truth.

"The gift is for Anne, but the cookies are all yours," you said, perching on the edge of the sofa.

Despite your expectation, hearing the gift was not for him but for Anne only sent a soft smile across his lips. He sat down on the sofa beside you and took a breath. His hands traveled up towards you waist, closing you in as he pulled you forward. Before you knew it you were piled on top of him, laying across the sofa with his hand buried in your hair.

Your ear to his chest, the only thing breaking the silence was the rhythmic beating of his heart, and his slow breathing that raised your body ever so slightly.

"Thank you," he whispered, so quietly you weren't sure you were even meant to hear it. You also weren't sure what exactly he was thanking you for. The gift for Anne, or for just being there?

The Sebastian you knew before had entirely crumbled to dust, the hard exterior was no more. This man needed someone, someone to confide in, someone to hold him, and that someone was you.

You lay in bliss, intertwined under the heat of fire. Focusing only on the here and the now, making every attempt to forget the stakes that brought you here.

"As much as I'm truly enjoying this," Sebastian said softly. "I'd really like a cookie."

You sat up, beaming at him. He was absolutely adorable. His hair all disheveled from your fingertips, his freckles highlighted under the warm light. Tonight felt different, like you were seeing a side of him you hadn't yet, or at least not since you were students.

He reached over the cookies and took a bite, his eyes glowing as the taste hits his tongue.

"You did good."

And once again that smile left you a red stuttering mess.

Your eyes wandered over to the pile of books you still hadn't read, the ones Sebastian had forbid you from opening.

"May I?" You asked, reaching over to the top of the stack.

He chuckled, crossing his leg over the other.

"You don't need my permission. But treat yourself, since it's Christmas," he winked. "Besides, like I said.. there's nothing in there of note. And I know what you're looking for."

"What makes you so sure?" You said back, a hint of tease on your lips. You were certain he didn't know, not the specifics anyway.

He rolled his eyes with a smirk.

"Unless you have a sudden passion for archaeology, I think I know what you're doing."

"And I think I know more than you realise."

Sebastian leaned forward, his lips hovering yours, his eyes jet black.

"Then I suggest you quit while you're ahead."

Something in your brain switched in that moment. The tone of his voice seeping with desire. There was something so wrong about the way he just spoke to you, and there was something even more wrong about the way it made you feel.

Was it protective, was it a lack of faith? You didn't know. You only knew it filled you with fire, a need to keep going, a need to disobey his wishes.

The hunger inside of you only allowed for one thing, and that was pushing your lips against his. He met yours with a bite that travelled down to neck as he lowered you under him.

You were finally alone, no consequences, no interruptions. Nothing but pure desire that reflected in the heat of the fire beside you. You were all of each other, and nothing in the world could stop you.

~~~

Your eyes fluttered open as streaks of light soaked through the stained glass window. Quickly your mind began to piece together the memory of where exactly you were,  which was all confirmed when the strong arm wrapped around your body tightened. Sebastian.

Cramped together on his office sofa, you lay in nothing but his button up shirt that he was wearing when you arrived at the door.

Merlin, this was not how you expected the night to go, but you were not even a little bit mad about it.

Sebastian whimpered in his slumber, his bare chest pressed firmly against your back. If only you could have stayed there forever. But you couldn’t, it was Christmas Day, and Anne was waiting for you.

You shuffled under the blanket, rolling over to face him. Your eyes followed the freckles across his face, you’d never had the chance to admire him so close, and somehow at such a distance he was even more perfect.

“Sebastian,” you whispered. “Merry Christmas.”

You placed a gentle kiss at the tip of his nose, prompting his eyes to blink open. Sebastian sighed out a smile as he focused on you, taking in the reality of you wrapped in his arms.

“I don’t think I could have dreamed of a better gift than this,” he chuckled under his breath before leaning his lips towards your collarbone and placing a soft kiss upon you.

As he did so, your gaze floated across the room, eventually landing on the clock above the fireplace.

“Merlin, we’re late!” You said, sitting up and attempting to cover yourself with the shirt hanging from your shoulders.

“Noo” Sebastian whined, trying to pull you back down into his arms.

“Stop it,” you giggled. “We have to see Anne.”

Sebastian’s eyes widened as he remembered the reason you were there in the first place. Nothing in the world would allow him to let down his sister, not even another day with you.

~~~

You had planned to take the floo system to Feldcroft from just outside of Hogsmeade. Originally however, the plan was to fly, but the heavy snowfall was simply not permitting.

Sebastian dragged you out of the castle, hand in hand and giggling. He couldn’t get enough of you, and the memory of you at his mercy the night before was fogging his rationality entirely. The emptiness of the castle grounds had given you both a sudden confidence, a chance to just be without the prying eyes of students.

All that consumed your mind was him, him and only him. That was until you stepped foot onto the crystallised path of ice that lead the way over the place you’d tried your hardest to forget about. The lake.

Once again that prophecy rang in your ears, causing your eyes to shift out of focus and your arms to stiffen. It was as if you’d forgotten entirely what was really going on.

The muffled sound of Sebastian’s voice lingered past the ringing, not quite able to reach your train of thought.

“MC…MC?”

You snapped out of it, suddenly facing Sebastian head on with his hands gripped upon your shoulders.

“MC? Are you alright?” His eyes filled with worry.

“What? Yes- sorry, I just zoned out there,” you stuttered.

Sebastian’s arms quickly reached under you, scooping you up like a princess. You had no idea what compelled him to do such a thing, but it was just what you needed to bring you back to reality. The warmth of his cheeks was so enticing in the icy wind, luring you to place your frozen lips against them.

Suddenly he picked up the pace, and started running away from the castle with you still clinging onto him.

“Sebastian!” You cried, unable to contain your laughter. Although you weren’t quite sure why, as you were certain this would end in disaster.

And you’d be right, he barely made it 10 metres before sliding on the frozen path. Squeezing your eyes tightly shut you buried your head into his neck, preparing for impact.

Sliding down he somehow maintained balance before coming to a halt, standing deadly still on a slope as you hung on for dear life.

“See, I’ve got you,” he panted with a smug expression.

Oh how he’d eat his words.

With one little step he came tumbling down, gripping you tightly as he slipped backwards. With a roll, he landed directly on top of you, cheeks flushed and hair covered in snow.

You stared at each other for a moment, before erupting into laughter. Collapsing into each other with such warmth the ice around you could have simply melted away.

This, this was how it was supposed to be.

~~~

You finally arrived at Feldcroft, covered head to toe in snowflakes. Still feeling rather giddy from the events of the day, you turned to Sebastian with bashful smile, hoping to be met with his in return.

But you were not.

What was a confident charming man just moments ago, had been replaced by a haunting sombre figure.

“Sebastian..” you began, gently touching his arm compassionately.

“I’m alright, it’s just hard… being here.” He rubbed his face with his palm, avoiding any eye contact. “Do you mind if I, go in first?”

You nodded.

And so you watched Sebastian approach the Sallows front door, the first time you’d seen him here since… then. He hesitated his knock, but was met with the door opening and being greeted by the nurse he had mentioned.

“Sebastian,” you heard her say in the distance, behind the whistling of the wind. You watched as Sebastian slipped inside, leaving the door slightly ajar for you to follow.

You weren’t really sure how long you should wait, a minute or two? Maybe longer? Standing in the snow for a while, you took in the sights of the sugarcoated highlands, reminiscing on a time when things somehow seemed much simpler.

You couldn’t wait to see Anne again, you’d missed her dearly. And you certainly couldn’t wait to see the look on her face upon finding out that you and her brother were now an item. Despite your eagerness, you waited longer, not wanting to intrude on their private time despite how bitter the temperature was becoming.

As you zoned out into the views, a little voice called out to you.

“Come in, dear! You must be freezing out there!” It was the nurse, huddled behind the door.

You approached, thanking her as you reached the warmth at last. After closing the door behind you, you spotted the back of Sebastian’s head sitting at a bedside, the snowflakes still sitting in his messy locks.

“Anne!” You called out excitedly, gift in hand.

You were met with the turning of Sebastian’s head, his expression a look you’d never seen on his face before. An expression you hoped you’d never see.

And then you saw her, Anne. Or what remained of her.

The air swept out of your lungs as you approached the corpse like figure sunken in the bed before you.

She was unrecognisable, her skin a colour you couldn’t even describe, her hair the texture of wire. The Anne you knew was far gone, all that remained was the shell of a person who was too weak to even be. To even communicate. Just looking at her triggered the picture of inferi that you’d buried deep in your memory, something she now resembled more than a living human. It was utterly sickening to see somebody you once knew become… this. To know she was still suffering.

And then it hit you. You knew completely and truly why Sebastian did it all. In fact, for the first time you agreed with him.

This wasn’t about just saving him anymore, this was about Anne.

You had to do it for Anne.

[ultimate-submas-tournament]

AUs in the running!

(Not in bracket order) (Going to be slowly updated over time as I send out more messages and get more responses)

But first! The tagging system!

🐶 Ingo or Emmet are something non human (like a cretur, ghost, pokemon or some other non human thing)

🔥 This AU features intense emotions that may not be suitable for people who are looking for a more easy going experience (sometimes people can’t handle strong angst or horror- and that’s totally okay! This tag is to show that this AU may not be for them)

📚 This AU has a comic or fic you can read! (Purely organizational tag)

Every AU is tagged by the author according to what they think is best. Use these tags as guidelines when looking for new AUs and not as hard and fast rules.

And now… The AUs!

1) 🐶🔥📚Submas FaeU (Faerie AU) by @blueisquitetired 

2) 🔥📚 Submas Conjoined AU by @ingo-ingoing-ingone 

3) TRAIN OF THOUGHT AU by @waywardstation

4) 🐶 Ghost Worm Au by @blaiddraws 

5) 🐶🔥📚Placeholder AU by @blaiddraws 

6)🔥📚Heroes and Villains AU by @the-digital-pen and @ace-trainguys

7) 🔥 📚DAD INGO au by @a-stone-slab

8) 📚The Human Illusion AU by @raisans-art

9) 🔥📚Foxfall AU by @aenor-llelo

10) 🐶🔥📚Zoroark possession AU by @ghostypetrainer

11) 🔥📚 Reincarnation AU by @ghostypetrainer

12) 🐶🔥Magnus archives au by @jester-writing

13) 🐶📚Legendary Hosts AU by @toriistorii

14) 📚Typed Humans AU  by @toriistorii

15) 🔥 Clean Slate AU by @kurixta

16) 🔥📚 Ticket for Four AU by @ticket-for-four

17) 🐶🔥📚Misfits AU by @hehe-hoho-ohno

18) 🐶🔥📚Steven Universe Submas au by @squidthesquidd

19) 🐶Liminal Station AU (aka ENA AU) by @liminal-station

20) System!Emmet AU by @fighter-spirits

21) 🐶🔥📚Team Conductors: PMD AU by @teamconductors

22) 📚Fractured Memories in the Wild AU (Breath of the Wild AU) by @krakengoggles

23) 🔥📚Under the City Streets AU (Over the Garden Wall AU) by @coramatus

24) 🔥📚The Issue With Stealing? You could lose your arm AU by @spacenewzwastaken

25) 🐶🔥Gargoyles crossover au by @regular-samdragon

26) Legends: Kyurem AU by @pixelga1axy

27) 🐶📚TMI AU by @drag0n0fbutt3r

28) 🐶🔥📚Risk of Rain 2 crossover AU by @fourphoenixfeathers

29) 🔥📚Ei AU by @fourphoenixfeathers

30) 🐶🔥📚Pokemon Aspects Au by @patriamrealm

31) 🐶🔥📚Emmet's PMD Adventure AU by @fandom-soda-writings

32) 📚Cowboy Submas AU by @caramel-caracal

33) 🔥WELCOME HOME SUBMAS AU by @crowfonder

34) 🐶Mechanical Errors AU by @marchy-emmet

35) 🐶🔥📚Fractured Sky AU by @inkinary

36) 🔥MC Ingo AU by @peacheenie

37) 🐶🔥📚Ultrabeast!Emmet AU by @papier-ciseaux

38) 🐶🔥📚Masking AU by @entity9silvergen

39) 🐶🔥Submas Animated for Terror AU by @shadowfear-art

40) 📚Twin Princes AU by @aur0raaura

41) 🐶📚Transfer Error AU by @rosebloodcat

42) 📚Breakmas Au (Aka Team Break Submas AU) by @choochooboss

43) 🐶Submas plushies AU by @choochooboss

44) 🔥📚BotW: Trainmen Edition au by @thesilentgothitelle

45) 🐶🔥📚Veritas Detective AU by @wormhole2anywhere

46) Lost in distortion AU by @celebeatz

47) 🔥📚Injury Share AU by @waters-turn

48) 🔥📚The Black Coat AU by RyleeSheep

49) 🐶📚TW: Table by @raynavan

[raspberryjars]

It’s You.

word count: 2,621

summary: hobie’s on the subway when he sees the most beautiful guy he’s ever laid eyes on. unfortunately he doesn’t get his number, name, or even to talk to him. but, what if they met again?

tags: miles morales x hobie brown, miles morales & gwen stacy, hobie brown & gwen stacy, no powers au, subway meet-cute, but also introduced by a friend, they’re all around 20

Tag list!! (Lmk if you would like to be removed or added)

@spo0kypigeon @not-gifted-but-burned-out

His headphones were on, music blasting, and nothing was on his mind except the different possibilities for dinner that night. The noises over the people and trains of the subway muffled as he scrolled aimlessly through his playlist. His eyes glanced up for a second, and shit.

Holy shit. Really that was all he could say. No other words came to mind at the sight. There was this guy, this bloody beautiful guy. He was sitting directly across from him, texting or something. He also had headphones on, some fancy bluetooth ones, the type people put stickers on to make them seem cooler. He wondered what he was listening to, the guy, based on his look it could’ve been some hip-hop, rap, something like that. Maybe not though, he knew better than anyone not to make assumptions based on people's personal styles. This guy could be a die-hard swiftie or something, he didn’t know.

But, God, what he did know was that this guy, no matter the music taste, was absolutely gorgeous. Like not the in-your-face, look-at-me, I’m-amazing, type. More like a cool mysterious way, the way someone that doesn't know they’re stunning is. Yeah, that’s what it was.

He had curly brown hair, tight coils fluffing messily around his head. A glint of a silver nose ring that looked good against his warm skin tone. Full lips that admittedly were a bit chewed up, but honestly who even cares? And christ this guys eyes, big, and brown, and shiny. With long lashes too, he was basically perfect.

And just as he was about to stand up, and sit himself next to this beautiful stranger, the fucking train stopped. Pretty shit timing, and just as he was wondering if he should just do it anyway, the stranger stood up, looked around for a few seconds then walked right out of the doors and away from the possibility of giving Hobie his digits.

Just his luck really.

Alas, not the end of the world really. Plenty of lookers in New York, he’d probably forget about this guy by tomorrow.

*

Shockingly, he did not in fact forget the stranger. The guy had plagued his mind for bloody days since the train. And it really didn’t help that all his New York friends were busy until later in the week, so his only distraction was walking ‘round the city. Which actually made it worse since he’d realised that this mystery lad probably lived around here, meaning they might run into each other, however slim the chances may be.

If he was being honest with himself the guy probably hadn’t even noticed him, too caught up in whoever he was texting. And if he had noticed him, he’d probably been a little weirded out by the staring punk on the tube. Or he had noticed and hadn’t given it a second thought because, to be honest, most people probably don’t think about random strangers for days on end do they?

So, whilst he had nothing better to do other than sit around waiting for Gwen to be free or thinking about this train-guy. He’d taken to walking around the city, up and down streets, round and round subway stations, through alleys and side streets, pretty much anywhere that looked interesting. Just listening to the streets was cool enough. What people were doing, where they were going, what people were wearing was cool too.

But the main thing that was on his mind, obviously, was train-guy. Whether he liked it or not the guy had wormed his way in and taken over. His days were full of thoughts of warm brown eyes and tight curly hair. Bluetooth headphones and nose rings showed up everywhere he went, and he even had to talk himself out of piercing the other side of his nose so he could buy himself one too.

He was fucking obsessed with this guy and he was never going to see him. Ever.

*

(23:57) FROM: Gwendy

hey hobes. free tmrw if u wanna do smthn, lmk.

miles might be there too btw.

miss u.

Fucking finally. It felt like years since he’d arrived on American soil, and even longer since he’d seen Gwen. Seeing her would absolutely take his mind off the mysterious train-guy. He could tell her all about it and she’d laugh, call him stupid and then he’d forget. And god knows it was time he met Miles. He’d heard practically everything about the guy but hadn’t seen or met him somehow, be good to finally put a face to a name.

(00:02) TO: Gwendy

yeah sounds good

c u tmrw does 3 work 4 u?

miss u 2 luv x

He heard Gwen’s reply ping on his phone but he ignored it in favour of staring at the ceiling of his mate’s mate’s spare room. Finally his boring as shit week would be improved. And just as he drifted into sleep he wondered about what Gwen’s hair might look like and if she knew any boys with dark brown curls.

*

He slowly blinked open his eyes to the same ceiling he’d fallen asleep too, and groaned loudly as he wiped his eyes of sleep. God he hated waking up, it didn’t matter what time it was, you could wake him up at 8 at night and he’d still complain about not sleeping enough.

He rolled over and grabbed his phone from where he’d left it last night, checking his messages with Gwen. Three did work for her, and she can’t wait to see him. He glanced at the time.

Ten-thirty-two, not too bad. He could probably sleep a bit more before he had to get ready. Just to be safe he told Gwen to call him at two, and once he knew that she would, he turned back over and went to sleep once again.

*

He woke with a start to the fucking annoying ring of an iPhone, Gwen had remembered to call.

“Hey Gwendy, what’s new?” He croaked, voice cracking harshly with sleep.

“Nothing really, what about you dude?”

“Not much, I should prob’ly start getting ready, yeah? I’ll see ya soon love.”

“Yeah see you soon man.” Then she must’ve hung up because the line went dead.

He groaned again and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Thinking about what he should wear as he walked to the bathroom. He had his jeans, probably a safe choice, then he’d have to find a shirt, and just his battle jacket should be fine, it’d been a hot week.

He picked up his toothbrush and squeezed out a blob of paste before rinsing it with water. To be honest he could probably just ditch a jacket all together, he thought as he brought his toothbrush to his mouth. Be good to wear it just in case though he decided, rinsing his mouth out as he did so.

He found himself rummaging through his messily packed bag for a shirt, as he’d worn the same one for the last few days. Fucking finally he found one, for some reason he’d brought way too many trousers and the ratio of top to bottoms was way off. He did find some pretty cool tartan pants though, and surprisingly a matching pair of socks. Which with his track record was like spotting a unicorn.

As he finished dressing himself he realised that he should probably ask Gwen exactly what they were going to do and where they were going to go.

(14:18) TO: Gwendy

oi what are we doing 2day

Less than a few seconds later the little bubbles appeared, he liked how fast Gwen replied, practicality and all that.

(14:18) FROM: Gwendy

not too sure.

meet at mine, we can decide later.

see you.

(14:19) TO: Gwendy

k

c in abit x

Another thing he appreciated about Gwen was that she didn’t give two shits about how he texted, he’d had problems with people before because he was ‘too dry’ or something. He never really understood that, he texted how he texted it didn’t matter how he got his point across as long as he did.

He had a few minutes before he needed to leave to go to Gwen’s, so he grabbed his jacket and headed to the kitchen.

He hadn’t seen much of the guy whose place he was staying at. He probably woke up much later or earlier than himself. It didn’t really matter though, not like he was best friends with the guy. Actually he couldn’t even remember his name.

He grabbed an apple and headed over to the doorway, it always took him awhile to put his boots on, good to not rush and stuff.

So as he laced the top few eyelets back up, he wondered about who this Miles guy would be, probably pretty chill if Gwen's stories were anything to go off. Either way it’d be cool to meet him.

He zipped up his boots finally and stood up, grabbing his bag before he left the flat.

He stood outside the door rummaging through his pants for his headphones for a few seconds before finding them. All coiled up, which meant he had to spend some more seconds detangling them so they were wearable.

Once he had his headphones in and his music blasting, he set off. Walking down to the subway, which of course reminded him of the train-guy. But after today he wouldn’t have to think about him too much, thankfully.

As he descended the steps taking him to the underground he kept thinking about the train-guy. It really was a shame he didn’t get his number, he was really fit. And even if he didn’t like guys or whatever, still would’ve been cool to have more friends around here. Give him more people to see other than Gwen.

Unfortunately though, he didn’t get his number, or say anything to the guy. So as he was sitting on the subway, just a few minutes away from Gwen’s place. He thought about what would’ve happened if he had spoken to the guy.

There was no use thinking about it really, but he’s allowed to do something whilst he waits. Free country and all that lying shit.

Just as he could feel his mind slipping into a tangent of the shithole that is America, the subway screeched to a halt and the doors slid open.

Fucking finally. He pushed himself up off of his seat and out the doors, taking note of all the different people around him, as he walked up the stairs he felt the slight breeze return and as he walked down the road he found himself grateful he’d brought his jacket.

He faced her door after a quick climb of the stairs, ringing her bell and ignoring the awkward stares coming from the old couple shuffling past him on the landing. Thankfully just as it looked like one of them was going to say something to him, Gwen’s door opened and Gwen herself stuck her head out.

“Hobie! Hey dude, come on in, Miles isn’t here yet but he’ll come by later, I missed you man!” She grinned. Her hair was shaved on one side and long and pinkish-blonde on the other.

“Hey Gwendy, missed you too,” He laughed back, “Loving the hair, suits you.”

“Yeah thanks!” She said, opening the door further and ushering him through to her living room.

She had a nice place, blue walls covered in stickers and posters, mismatched furniture with assorted blankets and pillows piled up on each piece, and of course the drums in the corner of the room.

“D’You want anything to eat?” She asked.

“Sure I’ll have anything.” He replied, her whole flat screamed her, little bits of Gwen jumping out at him. It was nice to see, it hadn’t been long since she was crashing at his for weeks at a time because she didn’t have a proper place to call home.

Obviously that wasn’t the case anymore, now he could come and crash at her place if he needed too. He was honestly so glad that she’d gotten all her shit sorted.

“Hey man, hope you’re good with whatever these bar things are, my dad dropped them off the other week.” Gwen said as she walked back through.

“Yeah all good no worries love.”

“I’d ask you what you wanted to do but we should wait for Miles before we decide anything, we can do something here if you want though?” She said as she put the box of peanut bars on the coffee table.

“Yeah sure sounds good, now what exactly is a peanut bar?” Hobie laughed. “Is it like, made of peanuts or is it like peanut flavoured?”

“Fuck knows,” Gwen snorted, “My dad keeps leaving loads of shit like this, I think he’s getting them for free from somewhere.”

“Probably.” He agreed, as he reached for one of the bars. “There’s no way he’s actually buying this stuff as a gift for you.”

“Ha, yeah, you never know with him though. He could be in one of his weird phases. Like that time he only ate soup for, like, 6 months.”

“Shit yeah, or when he only wore orange adidas pants when he wasn’t at work?” He smirked as he took a bite. “It’s not too bad though, I’ll be honest.”

Gwen smiled at him, “Yeah they’re okay.” She seemed to want to say more, but the doorbell buzzed suddenly.

“Miles!” She exclaimed. “Seriously man, you’re gonna love him!”

“Yeah I’m sure I will Gwenny.” She was probably right too, the guy did sound quite cool, graffiti artist, crazy smart, into hip-hop and rap. They’d probably end up pretty good friends after today.

He heard the door open and close and then Gwen’s and what was most-likely Miles’ voice as they walked through to where he was. They’d probably leave Gwen’s, go for a walk or something, maybe he’d ask Miles to show him some cool graffiti stuff if he seemed into it.

And just as he was thinking of other things they could do instead of just sitting around at Gwen’s, not that he was seriously opposed to doing so, he saw Miles walk through the doorway. And holy shit.

His luck was unbelievable. There was just no fucking way. Miles was the train-guy.

The same coiled, brown hair, The same silver nose ring, the same fancy headphones around his neck, and christ, the same stunning brown eyes. As he gave him a once over, marvelling at his incredible luck and silently thanking the universe for this second shot at this beautiful guy, Miles must have recognised him too or something.

His eyebrows raised and he stood a little straighter, fighting back a grin, “Holy shit. I saw you on the subway the other day right?”

Holy shit. The train-guy, well Miles really, had noticed him too. This was absolutely the best day of his very dull week, probably the best day of his fucking life.

“Yeah! I remember, you were texting!” Okay that wasn’t weird at all, tell the guy that you took note of and remembered exactly what he was doing why don’t you? He thought to himself. Thankfully, Miles didn’t acknowledge this slightly creepy statement and just grinned back at him.

“Shit wait, Hobie’s the hot punk you saw on the subway the other day? Man if I’d have known I would’ve set you two up or something.” At Gwen’s words, Miles flushed bright pink. It was actually pretty cute if he was being honest.

But also, he, Hobie Brown, was super hot train-guy’s, hot subway punk? Nevermind, this was absolutely the best day of his life.

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[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Don't Think Just Listen

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: okay let's see sub!Jordan & Dom!Reader (what else is new with me lmao) pet names & honorifics (puppy & mistress) shibari/bondage, slight edging, unprotected sex (BE SAFE YALL), creampie, face sitting, oral (f & m receiving) I think I missed something but who knows

Genre: fluff & Smut

Summary: you've got some plans for your sweet deputy boyfriend when he gets off of work

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As you stroll into the local police station you wave at the different officers you've met a dozen times while visiting your boyfriend. You're here often enough that even the sheriff can tell when you're around well before he sees you. Your boyfriend is at his desk but so focused on his work that he doesn't notice you until you plop a lunchbox on his desk and settle into the seat across from him.

"Hey! I didn't know you'd be stopping by today." He smiles leaning over to kiss your cheek.

"Well you forgot your lunch. Can't very well let you starve now can I?" You smile.

"Oh- I didn't think you'd notice."

"Did you leave it on purpose?"

"No! I only realized it once I got here. Sorry." He mutters.

"Well, you're lucky I was headed back to mine anyway or you'd be left to your own devices." You chuckle.

"You're not going back to my house from here?"

"No sweetie I have some work to take care of. But when your shift is over I want you to come to mine instead of going home."

"Right away?"

"What time are you off today?"

"6 o'clock."

"Yes, right away."

"O-okay. Will do."

"Good. Enjoy your lunch. You'll need the energy." You wink at him.

"I will?"

"Absolutely." You nod walking out of the building. You smile to yourself as you leave, knowing he'll be thinking about what you've implied for the rest of his shift.

Back at your place, you do actually have a lot to do before Jordan comes over and you feel pretty accomplished by the time he knocks on your door around 6:20.

"Hey!" Jordan says as he walks in.

"Hey. How was work?" You ask as he walks over and kisses you on the cheek.

"Slow. I was mostly doing paperwork all day." He groans.

"Must be nice to have a quiet day in Beacon Hills for once." You hum climbing onto his lap and straddling him.

"It's a bit like waiting for the other shoe to drop actually. I kept thinking 'what's brewing that makes things so chill right now'. The last couple of days have been way too for Beacon Hills. This level of stillness can only mean hell is on its way to our doorstep and I-" You listen to his concerns intently, your fingers running through his hair.

"You what?" You blink at him.

"I lost my train of thought." He closes his eyes and sighs, your hand in his hair distractingly enjoyable.

"That quickly?" You giggle.

"You know damn well what it does to me when you do this."

"Think you can ignore that other shoe you're waiting on for a few hours?" You ask sweetly, littering his face and throat with kisses.

"I- I can't think if you're doing that." He stutters, his head rolling back.

"I don't need you to think beloved. Quite the opposite. I just need you to tell me you'll surrender." You grab his chin gently and pull his gaze back towards you. "Will you surrender for me, darling?" You ask.

"Anything. I'll do anything you ask." Jordan breathes out his eyes shining with the truth of his words.

"Pretty boy." You hum and chuckle, climbing out of his lap. "Come. I have some surprises for you my love." You say walking out of the living room. You hear Jordan scramble off of the couch to follow behind you. In your bedroom, you pull out a couple of things you plan to use for the evening, the first of which is some blue rope. You saw the color and thought it would look just perfect against his skin, especially when it starts to flush red while you play. "Strip, and then raise your arms for me my love." You say. You watch as he undoes his uniform and shrugs it off quickly. Part of you wants to chuckle at the way he pulls at the garments as if he can't get them off soon enough. When he's naked he raises his arms with a deep breath and you take a moment just to admire his toned muscles and smooth skin. You trace your fingers lightly across his skin first, smiling to yourself when he shivers under your touch, then you do the same with a section of the rope and watch his muscles tense in anticipation. You start around his neck, creating a pretty collar around his neck in blue. You make diamonds across his torso, wrapping the rope around each of his thighs, looping it in crisscrosses up his back, and finally circling it around his arms to suspend them above his head.

"Lay down." You tell him and though he struggles a bit to move in the bindings, he eventually manages to climb onto the bed. With the last of the rope, you secure him to your headboard and then step back to look over him. "Even prettier than I imagined." You hum taking a seat next to him. Grabbing his chin, you angle his head to kiss him roughly. Jordan has no trouble matching the intensity but the kiss is over as quickly as it started, your lips traversing the exposed skin between the ropes webbing across his body. You litter his chest with kisses and hickeys as he tries not to squirm, though the longer you tease, the more his control slips. By the time your kisses have made it to the tapered V at his hips your dear boyfriend is all harsh breaths and barely suppressed grunts. You spend a while there, kissing and nipping at the taut muscle because it's so close yet so far from where you know he wants your attention.

"Please." Jordan groans, his voice so strained you'd think he's been tied up for hours.

"What is it Jordan?" You mutter against his skin.

"I- I need your mouth on me- please." He says.

"My mouth is on you my love." You place another kiss on his hip to emphasize your point.

"No, I mean- come on baby, are you- going to make me beg?"

"Now you're catching on. Go on Jordan, please what?" You sit up and caress his cheek softly but with enough pressure to keep his gaze on you. Your other hand traces his skin along the edges of the ropes.

"I really- need- I need you to- I'm so hard it hurts y/n, please just- please put me out of my misery."

"But you sound so cute." You pout at him. "And you still haven't actually said what it is you want from me." You add with a shrug. Jordan's cheeks are flaming red over his request as your fingers dance across his body.

"Please. Please I- I want you to blow me- please."

"Do you now?" You smirk trailing up his length with a ghostly finger.

"Yes! So badly y/n, p-please?" Your gentle touch only winds him tighter. You dip and allow your tongue to drag across the head. Jordan jolts against his restraints, hissing at the teasing feel of your tongue.

"How badly?" You ask looking up at him.

"So so badly- mistress, I can't- please I'll do anything."

"Careful with those kinds of promises sweetness." You chuckle before letting your lips finally wrap around his dick. He draws in a shaky breath as you swallow him down and the moment you start to move he's a cacophony of grunts and whines and groans and expletives. You relish in the sounds he makes as you suck him off. When his muscles begin to tighten up beneath your hands you slow to a stop.

"Fuck." He grits out when you pull off of him.

"Not yet." You soothe. "Now since you're hands are currently- out of commission you'll have to rely on your mouth alone for this bit." You say as you stand up.

"W-what bit?" Jordan blinks at you.

"I'm going to ride you of course puppy. But before I can do that, you're going to warm me up." You shimmy out of your shorts and swing your leg over Jordan. "I expect you to do well if you want to cum tonight darling." You tell him.

"Yes mistress." He nods. You shuffle up until you're hovering over his mouth and lower yourself onto his waiting tongue. He's voracious immediately lapping at your center like a man starved and you reward each pleasurable move of his tongue with a sweet moan. He loves the way you sound and it only fuels him to go harder as he pulls out all your favorite tricks, hoping to make you cum fast and hard. It doesn't take long for that knot in your abdomen to form and tighten as you grind against his mouth. When Jordan wraps his lips around your clit and sucks at the bundle of nerves you bury a hand in his hair and tug at the strands, a sign that he knows means you're close. He keeps at it until you jerk against him, your release coating his tongue with a drawn-out moan from you. He keeps licking at your core until you raise your hips well after the waves of your orgasm have died down.

"Working hard for your prize I see." You hum.

"Anything to please you." Jordan says, his voice hoarse and eyes blown wide.

"Aw my pretty boy. So well behaved for me." You kiss him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue. When you pull away, Jordan's mouth chases yours, an action that makes you want to coo at your boyfriend. You adjust yourself on top of him so you're hovering over his waiting dick.

"Please, mistress." Jordan whispers. You smile slightly when he groans as you finally sink down onto his length. He fills you so nicely you can't help but moan when you're fully seated.

"So full." You hum. You brace yourself with your hands on Jordan's shoulders and start moving, bouncing your hips, eagerly riding him.

"Fucking hell." He grunts. You catch his hands twitching in their restraints and you know he's dying to touch you, he always wants to touch you. Your nails dig into his shoulder as you rock against him, you'd drag them across his chest if not for the ropes covering parts of it. Still, it's satisfying to see his skin flush red against the ropes as he writhes under you. To the best of his ability, he jerks his hips against yours as you drop down over and over again and the sounds from both of you create a symphony that bounces off of your bedroom walls.

"Y/n I- I'm close. Fuck I need to- please let me- God." Jordan's head falls back as he struggles to finish a thought.

"Come on puppy, you've gotta tell me what it is you need if you expect to get it." You say with a faux sweetness in your voice that makes him groan louder.

"I need to- I need to cum, ple-please y/n. You have to- please let me cum." Jordan pants out. You lift one hand into his hair and tug harshly enough that his eyes shoot open, now forced to look directly at you.

"Ask again and don't take your eyes off of me." You tell him sharply. Jordan all but whines at the command, his eyes barely focused.

"Please can I cum? I need to so badly." He breathes out.

"That's better." You hum. "You've been good and I promised a reward if you did well. Go ahead and cum for me my hellhound."

"Thank you." Jordan groans deeply as his orgasm hits because he's sure he wouldn't have been able to hold off if you had said no. His eyes roll back as white-hot proof of his release paints your walls. You ride him through his orgasm chasing your own release.

"You're close, aren't you? Please say you're close- I wanna see it, want you to cover me in your cum. Please y/n." Jordan coaxes you over the edge with his breathy words and it doesn't take long for your orgasm to wash over you. When the aftershocks have subsided, you force yourself up first to clean him off then to untie the intricate ropes covering his frame. As soon as he's untied he pulls you on top of him and wraps his arms securely around you.

"You know, I wasn't done with the after process Jordan." You chuckle against his chest.

"Whatever it is, isn't important. I just want to hold you know."

"I guarantee you'll think it's important when these lines in your skin feel raw come morning." You muse. You were just going to rub some balm over where the ropes were to minimize the after affects.

"Nah. I wanna feel it and be reminded of tonight." He kisses your forehead.

"That is- kind of adorable? In a kinky way I guess." You say placing a kiss of your own on his chest since you can't reach his forehead from where he's got you cuddled. "Thoughts? Feelings? Feedback?" You ask, tracing some of the lines.

"You're really good at this stuff. No notes. Although- there are some other things I'd like to try- if you're open to it."

"Always baby." You say. Although you really have no idea what he's signing you up for so you should maybe be more careful with that kind of promise.

***

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Hi! So after rewatching the Coraline movie, I imagined about how fun it would be with the skellies having an s/o who's very adventurous, loves to explore and maybe be an investigator if they have nothing else to do and is bored so running off on their own (or with the company of the skeletons if they decide to join their s/o's escapades) to weirdly successful in wandering into mysterious / abandoned places like a forest then there's a cave that they find, ignoring warning signs as they usually do and dive into danger whenever they see it, just underestimating the consequences that might happen.

Undertale Sans - He doesn't mind as long as you keep calling him every two hours or so to say you're still alive. If you're not, he's coming to fetch you and drag you out from whatever place you're in and lecture you home about survival instincts.

Undertale Papyrus - He's uncomfortable with you breaking the law to get in places that are forbidden to people, but he doesn't want you to get into trouble and goes with you to be the voice of reason. He will try to stop you from going too far in dangerous places and straight up carry you out potato style if you're not listening to him. You're making him anxious.

Underswap Sans - Please stop doing that! You're bad at intruding places, he always has to find excuses for his boss because he's always the one on duty at the police station when it's happening and you somehow always get reported. Please improve your skills or stop doing that. He can't cover your butt eternally!

Underswap Papyrus - He's nervous every time you're going on an adventure because he's scared you might injure yourself one of these days and he wouldn't be here to help. He's always trying to dissuade you, but it's not really working. He's not encouraging your behavior though.

Underfell Sans - He's coming with you and he tries to scare the shit out of you in every dangerous place you're going so you're traumatized enough to not get there again. You're giving him anxiety. Can't you find a normal hobby? Like painting or something. Please?

Underfell Papyrus - The first few times, he came with you to ensure you didn't hurt yourself. After that, he came to make sure you hurt yourself well and learn your damn lesson about adventuring in a place you shouldn't go into. He had never seen someone with such a low survival instinct. What is wrong with you?

Horrortale Sans - He comes with you because he wants to stay by your side, but your little trips are tensing him up. He keeps growling at any weird noise and attacking random things that move because of the wind. He doesn't like it.

Horrortale Papyrus - He comes to fetch you potato style to bring you home when you disappear for more than 20 minutes without telling him what you're doing. He knows that gigantic hole is tempting but you're not going to jump in on his watch so forget about it. He traps the places he caught you into afterwards to make sure you're not going there again lol.

Swapfell Sans - He doesn't care, and he's not going to fetch you if you hurt yourself. You do you, he's sleeping at night. Don't you dare wake him up at 2 in the morning or you're not going to like his reaction. Nox is a grumpy old man when he has to wake up too early in the morning, and can get aggressive about it.

Swapfell Papyrus - Of course he's enthusiastic to go with you and of course you somehow always get into trouble together! Like that time you awaken an ancient mummy monster buried somehow under the city and it got so pissed it threatened to cook the both of you for dinner. You're the worst adventurers possible.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He has cameras in every mysterious place possible and he's sending magic electrical zaps in your body at distance if you dare to put a foot in one of them without him. He's literally training you like a dog to not do it again.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He likes the photos you bring him so he can have nice things to paint. He doesn't like you put yourself in danger stupidly to have the best places for him. Please stop. One of those days you're going to break your arm or your leg.

[heeseung-min]

[20:37]

Run.

A bit more, y/n. You can do this.

You smiled at the sight of police station in front of you.

Thankfully, there is one policeman just went out from his car and wanted to go inside. You walked faster to grab his hand.

"Jesus chr- Oh god! What happen to you?"

He looked so worried. I mean who wouldn't? You are barefoot and your clothes has been ripped because it got stuck at the woods. The man hold your shoulder gently.

"Did you got abused?"

"Help me, please. I can't hold it anymore."

You felt very tired and suddenly you became dizzy. Before you can say more, your body fell to his arms. The police started to get panic.

"HELP!"

"What happen, Minjae? Who is that?"

"Hyung, she came here barefoot and asked for help."

"Let's get her inside."

"Don't we need to call ambulance?"

"She will be fine."

Minjae and the other police carried you inside and waited for you to wake up. Minjae took care of your wound on your feet and other places meanwhile the other police made a call to someone.

"Do you think she got abused? She looked really scared when I saw her."

"We will know when she wakes up. How about you do the patrol, Minjae? I got few reports of burglar."

"What about the lady?" Minjae didn't know why he felt difficult to leave you alone.

"It's okay, I can manage it."

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"You woke up? How do you feel?"

You seems confused at your state and tried to remember how did you got in this situation until you remember the moment before you passed out.

"I-I need to report something."

"Go ahead."

"My boyfriend didn't let me out from his house and keep threatening to kill my family. He also did some kind of punishments which was cutting my skin and harrassed me."

You explained to the police in more details on how obsessed your boyfriend about your life. When you finally finished describing everything, he replied to you with something you never expected it to be.

"You did wrong. That's why he teached you a lesson."

"..what?"

"Why would you want to run away from him when you can just enjoy your life together? It's your fault at the first place."

You don't like this.

You don't like how he tried to manipulate you.

You looked around to find the police that you met first at the outside station but it seems like only you and the police in front of you in the room.

"Ah, I'm sorry for being late. I need to settle something."

Fuck.

How?

How can your boyfriend be here?

You didn't dare to turn around to face him. Your body was shaking so much until you felt his hands around your waist.

"No worries. She also just woke up from her sleep."

"Ahhh, you must be tired baby. Let's go home so you can rest more."

"Be strict next time, Sunoo. You don't want her to run away twice. My junior nearly get to help her."

"Ah Minjae, right? You should train him to mind his own business."

You felt betrayed.

When you think you can be saved but fate is cruel.

You looked at your boyfriend shook the police's hand for the last time before bidding goodbye.

"Thanks again, Sunghoon hyung."

"No problem."

Your panic increased when both of you were inside the car. Sunoo took a deep breath before looking at you.

"Must be nice to feel the fresh air, right? Do you think you can run away from me?"

"I'm sorry."

"As you should. Be ready for your punishment at home."

He started the engine and drove away from the station.

You failed.

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Aloha😄 hope you having fun with this one!

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[sunlightmurdock]

Trouble in Paradise | 0.4 | Bradley x Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: After the most painful break-up of his life, Rooster is stationed in Hawaii for the next six months. Alone, away from home and hurting, he finds comfort in the arms of a stranger.

Warnings: no use of y/n, age gap (rooster is in his mid-30s, reader is in her early 20s), smut, p-in-v, unprotected sex

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Bradley considers calling Mav. He’s sitting in training, trying to listen to the instructor talking on and on about the mission — all he can think about is how badly he has fucked up.

Mav has broken a lot of girls’ hearts, he’ll know what to do. Then it occurs to Bradley that that’s stupid. If he listens to Mav then both of you will end up hating him. He considers for a moment if he would ask his father for advice.

Sure, he knows that Goose would’ve loved to be there for him and teach him right from wrong and how to be a good man. But he hadn’t been here and Bradley had had to teach himself.

No, he wouldn’t have gone to his Dad for advice about this. How could he tell a man who had loved his family so unconditionally that he had fooled around on deployment and now was stuck between his fiancée and a bartender that’s a decade younger than him?

He would have to figure it out on his own.

Amy was the clear choice. She fit into his plan. They were the same age, they had memories and shared opinions, they were both at similar points in their career — he had wanted to marry her once, he just had to get himself back into that headspace.

To do that, he had to stop thinking about you.

He tries.

He takes cold showers, he works out mornings and evenings after work to keep himself busy. He calls Amy every night. He was doing okay — he figured he wasn’t far from what a good fiancé should be.

He even managed on Thursday, his one day off. Amy was busy, his muscles were screaming at him to stop and he knew you were working today. It would’ve been so easy to go find you. Instead, he let Berlin talk him into a few holes of golf at one of the resorts with a couple of the other guys. It wasn’t so bad.

Then it’s Saturday. He’s a couple thousand feet above the ocean — it’s a routine training exercise preparing them for the real mission. Enemy surveillance, it’s run of the mill and he’s not in any danger. But, they train for dog fights anyway.

“Rooster, on your six!”

Rooster looks over his shoulder, finding his instructor on his tail. He pulls up abruptly, clearing himself from the danger behind him.

Riot is next to him. He’s just a kid, really. From the island, fresh out of the academy, on his first assignment. Rooster, being the more experienced aviator, is his wingman for the exercise.

Being the more experienced aviator, he should have noticed that Riot was a little too quiet on the comms. Riot had seen that the instructor was pursuing Rooster, he wasn’t paying attention. He was a little too close.

“Shit!” He breaks right to avoid getting too close to Rooster. Rooster watches it all happen. It’s two gulls. The hard right sends Riot straight into them, they hit the canopy and are sucked into the engine.

The next two minutes feel like they happen in slow motion. Rooster is silent on the comms, it’s the instructor who’s yelling his way through what to do. Rooster just watches Riot panic.

Both engines are out and he falls into a spin. Rooster watches him eject. He watches Riot hit the canopy.

He doesn’t even remember landing his own plane, but he’s back on solid ground before he knows it and Riot’s being rushed off to the infirmary.

“Rooster, you okay?” He blinks and turns his head. The instructor’s hand is on his shoulder — he hadn’t even felt his presence, let alone his touch. Rooster’s reminded that no one out here knows him. Or his dad.

“Is Riot gonna be alright?” He asks gently.

“Yeah, his shoulder hit the canopy, they think he broke something but he’s gonna be fine.”

Rooster pulls the collar of his T-shirt away from his neck. He hates shit like this. He knows he’s been given shit for being too careful his whole life but this is exactly why. You don’t pay attention, this happens.

“His replacement should be here the tomorrow afternoon, someone more experienced,” Bradley furrows his eyebrows slightly as he turns his head toward the instructor.

“Replacement? — you said he was fine.”

“He’s going to be be fine, but you can’t fly with a broken arm, Rooster. Someone’s taking his place for a couple months til he’s back on his feet.”

Rooster nods his head. He feels guilty for a moment, knowing that this kid just had a huge set back because of a training exercise that he was in charge of.

“I told the Admiral that you’d show the new guy around. He’s bunking right next to you so figured it would be convenient if he needs a buddy.”

If he was in a better mood, maybe he would’ve laughed at how much the Captain just made deployment sound like summer camp. Instead, he just nods and heads back to the dorms. He looks at the door next to his as he passes it and hopes whoever turns up tomorrow just stays out of his way as much as possible.

His phone is exactly where he left it, charging on the dresser in his dorm room. As expected, he has a couple of different texts from Amy. Then one from you. It's recent, only delivered fifteen minutes ago. He swipes the message open, brows raising slightly as he examines the picture. He's glad he didn't take his phone with him.

The picture is less than safe for work. You're sitting on your bed, he recognises the poster behind it. Wearing a cute pair of blue panties, but they aren't the focus of the picture. Under the picture, you've typed out 'Won't fade ):' in reference to the three purple bites on your bare chest from the last time he saw you.

He doesn't even bother changing, just grabs his keys, wallet and heads out to his truck. He texts you before setting off, letting you know he's on his way.

"Oh fuck!" You laugh, pushing yourself down from the counter as his reply lights up on your phone screen. Ella's eyebrows raise in intrigue as she drops the dish she was washing into the soapy water as she cranes her neck to look at the screen.

"He's on his way? - I told you!" She slaps your arm, making soap fly across your tanktop. You dip your hand into the sink, flick water into her face and dip out of the room before she can retaliate further. You weren't expecting such a swift reply.

You collect the mess of books on your bed, lifting them and dropping them into the closet, slamming the door shut. Ella listens to you busy yourself around your room. You busy yourself so well that you don't even hear him knocking at the door. Ella answers it for you.

Their brows furrow slightly. Ella looks him up and down, impressed by his uniform, then she steps aside, "She's in her room."

"Thanks." Rooster breathes, patting her shoulder as he passes her.

You spin to face him as the door opens. Rooster watches your lips part as you look him up and down.

"Fuck, you look good in uniform." You breathe, grinning at him. He nudges the door shut behind him, letting out an almost relieved breath as you lurch forward and rise up onto your tiptoes to kiss him.

You open your mouth, pulling back and furrowing your brows slightly. You look him over. He’s tense, you can see it in the way he’s carrying himself. Rooster knows you’re about to ask about his day. He can’t stand the thought of talking about it.

"Where are you headed?" Rooster asks, glancing down at your outfit. You're wearing a grey tanktop and denim cut off shorts. The kind of shorts that the pockets peek out the bottom of them.

"I wasn't expecting you to come over so soon - I have work in an hour." You admit. You don't admit that you like the way he clearly disapproves of your outfit choice. He grabs your hips and turns you around, nudging you a few steps forward to evaluate exactly how short they really are.

Deciding to push him a little, you bend over slightly and wiggle your hips, then look back at him over your shoulder, "You like them?"

Rooster scoffs. He raises his palm and smacks your ass, making perfect contact with your ass cheek thanks to the lack of coverage from your shorts. He grabs your hips and pulls you back against him, kissing your neck, "I like them, I don't like the thought of a bunch of drunk idiots liking them as much as I do."

You press you ass back against his crotch, grinning to yourself. You shrug your shoulders, "I mean, that's how we met. Could be a good opportunity for me to make some more friends."

"Shut up." Rooster grumbles against your earlobe, fingers curling around your hips as he grinds his crotch forward against your ass. You take your lip between your teeth, purely to keep from grinning.

"What? - What's wrong?" You tease. His hand snakes around to your front, popping open the button of the shorts, dragging the zipper down, whilst his other hand holds you tight against him. He shakes his head softly and presses his lips to the hinge of your jaw.

"Once I get you out of these, nothing." He murmurs, rutting his hips forward as his hand dips into your shorts.

You giggle as you try to pull yourself away from him, only to be tugged back against his chest before you've managed a step. His lips press against your neck as he nudges his hand into your underwear.

"I told you, I have to be at work - you'll have to wait." You push against his grip again, hoping he'll keep you exactly where you are. His fingers stroke gentle figures against your clit as his other hand covers yours. He takes your hand and places it over the bulge in his flightsuit. You squeeze his cock gently through the material, heart fluttering at how hard he is already.

"Does it feel like I can wait?" He teases. You can't help but laugh. He kisses your shoulder, "I'll have you there on time, don't you worry."

You push your ass back against him once more, letting your head rest back against his collarbone. Rooster hums as he grinds himself against you, circling his fingers over your clit.

“You started it, sending me dirty pictures whilst I’m working.” He tuts, catching sight of you smiling. He kisses your jaw softly.

“Are you saying you didn’t like it?” You feign innocence, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder. Rooster uses the opportunity to kiss your lips, grabbing your jaw with his free hand and keeping it facing him.

“Don’t be stupid.” He shakes his hand fondly, “Half tempted to make it my lock screen.” He’s joking, until he catches the look in your eye. The excitement — almost validation. He lets go of your jaw and withdraws his hand from your shorts, instead grabbing ahold of the bottom of your tank top and tugging it up.

You lift your arms for him to remove it, watching it land in the chair in the corner. Then you hear the zipper of his flightsuit and he’s kicking off his boots. You gasp as his chest presses hard against your back, forcing you forward until he has you pressed into your mattress.

“Up.” You lift your hips obediently for him, the shorts are thrown to the same place as the tank top.

He tugs your hips up, closer to him. You gasp at his mouth hits the backs of your thighs. The tickle of his moustache is a juxtaposition to the sting of his teeth as he nips softly at your skin. He pressed his lips to your ass cheek, making you giggle as he sucks a kiss to your skin. He nuzzles his mouth against your clothed core, stroking his tongue across the fabric of the cotton until it’s spit-soaked and almost see through.

You whimper softly.

“Want you to think about this when you’re at work later.” Rooster murmurs, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the skin of your ass cheek, dragging his teeth over the spot. “Since you’ve got me thinking about you all the damn time anyway.” He nips at your cheek, slapping it playfully.

You hum contentedly as you push your hips back against him. He hooks a finger into your underwear and tugs it to the side, finally gracing you with his mouth as he flicks his tongue against you.

“Trying to get under my skin really does it for you, doesn’t it, baby?” He realises, pulling your hips harder against him as he presses a finger into you without warning. You whine at the fresh contact, fingers curling around your sheets, desperate for more.

“You like trying to make me jealous?” He asks, adding a second finger and curling them inside of you. Your soft moans are always music to his ears. You choose not to answer his questions, figuring they're rhetorical for the most part.

“Come on, you know you’ve got all my attention anyway, right, baby girl?” Your pussy clenches around his fingers as he kisses your hip. He raises an eyebrow, “You like that?”

“Fuck, Rooster — please.” You practically cry out. You push yourself up onto your knees and push back against him.

Rooster shakes his head, his hand on your hip steadying you as he fucks his fingers into you, “So needy.”

The sound of him discarding his flight suit has never been such a delight. He brushed his cock against you, just stroking his tip along your core. He groans gently as he rocks his hips forwards into you, leaning forwards and kissing your spine.

You push back against him, humming contentedly as you're met with the growingly familiar stretch of him filling you. Rooster's fingers curve around your ass, grabbing at the skin and squeezing. In this moment now, he just knows he's going to be thinking about you like this for the rest of his life.

He pulls you back against him, rutting his hips forward to bury himself as deep into you as he can. You rut yourself back against him, met with more force this time. You gasp as he drives his cock into you, hard. His hand skims along the tanned skin of your bare back, curling his fingers around the nape of your neck and pushing you down against the mattress.

Your cheek presses against your sheets, stifling the soft moans spilling from your lips as he fucks you. He snakes a hand around your waist, slipping his fingers between your legs.

"Shit, Rooster." You breathe out, fingers curling tight around your sheets as you lift your hips and push back to meet his thrusts. He leans forward and presses his chest to your back, grunting softly as he drives his hips hard into yours.

"I've got you, baby," He hums, pulling you tight against him as his fingers work over the swollen bundle of nerves between your legs.

It’s dirty and hard, and both of you know that you don’t want it any other way. You’re out of your mind around him, and you know that too. Rooster cums on your chest, sitting back against his ankles with him lip between his teeth. You barely even remember that you’re supposed to be at work that afternoon when you’re leaning back on your palms, grinning up at him.

It’s Rooster that reminds you.

“Come on, Baby,” he grabs his boxers from the floor of your room, letting out a heavy breath, “Said I’d get you there on time, didn’t I?”

Your eyes widen, “Shit!”

“You’re fine, we still have — twenty minutes.” He checks his watch and shrugs his shoulders before stepping into his underwear. You groan as you grab make up wipes from your nightstand to clean yourself up.

Rooster dresses himself first, then tosses you your tank top. You watch him cross the room to your dresser, brows furrowing.

“What, I can’t wear the shorts?” You ask playfully, passing him as you stand up to go and grab them. He shrugs his shoulders casually as he pulls open the drawer he has seen you find shorts in previously.

“You can wear whatever you want, baby girl. Just wasn’t sure you’d still want to.” There’s amusement just dripping from his voice. You furrow your eyebrows, wondering what he finds so funny. He glances back at you, then nods to the full length mirror in the corner of your room.

You cross the room, turn and examine.

“Rooster!” He tosses you a different pair of shorts. The ones he has chosen are slightly longer, they’ll cover the three new hickeys on tops of your thighs.

“You liked the ones I gave you before.” He teases, kissing your cheek, “Now get dressed, you’re gonna be late.”

You try to glare at him, watching his grin widen.

You have to admire his commitment to getting you to work on time. You’re still half-dazed as he’s opening the door to the truck for you. He seems more at ease now than before.

“Hey, Rooster?”

He hums to show you that he’s listening as he looks ahead.

“Are you… okay? — You seemed kind of… wound up when you came over.”

He almost winces, but holds it together. He thought he had made it through without being questioned.

“I’m fine.” Rooster glances over and immediately registers that you don’t believe him. He sighs softly, “There was a fuck up today at work, someone got hurt. It’s not that big of a deal.”

You reach out and slide your hand into his, “Wanna talk about it once I’m off of work?”

“No, no — I hate talking about work after work.” He shakes his head quickly. He watches you eye him curiously. “It’s nothing anyway. Just happens sometimes.”

“If you say so, sailor.” You shrug, taking off your seatbelt as he pulls closer to the bar. Rooster goes to take off his seatbelt too.

“Wait, you can’t come in.” You grab his arm, stilling him. He furrows his brows curiously at you, fingers still curled around the door handle.

“Why not?”

“We aren’t allowed to fuck customers. No boyfriends or fuck buddies in the bar, it’s Abi’s rule — saves arguments.” You explain. He watches you turn the rear view mirror toward you and check that you still look okay. As such, he has to turn his head and look out of the back window as he reverses into a spot.

“So does Abi know about me?”

“Fuck no.” You chuckle, shaking your head as you fix your hair. You debate pulling it back, but the hickey under your ear stops you from doing that.

“Cool, so I’m just a regular customer. Promise not to fuck you.” He leans across and kisses your cheek, then slips out of the truck. Your cheeks heat up as you follow him.

“Rooster.” You catch up to him before he makes it around to your side. You stop in your tracks, awestruck by the soft, sweet smile on his lips as he slips his palm gently into yours and squeezes. How the hell is this the same person who had you face down in your mattress twenty minutes ago?

“I’ll be good,” He promises you, “No rule against paying customers coming to see their favourite bartender is there?”

“I guess not.” Rooster brings your knuckles up to his lips, kissing them softly, then releasing your hand. He’s satisfied with that answer.

“So, I’ll see you in there.”

“You can only come in if you promise to tell me about your day.” You pull your hand out of his and poke your index finger into his chest. Rooster narrows his eyes fondly out of you. He tries to make you back down.

Realising that isn’t going to happen and that you’re really going to be late if he doesn’t give in, he groans, “Fine. Move it.”

You glance toward the bar, making sure you’re out of view, then lean forward and kiss his lips quickly, “See you soon!”

His lip quirks as he watches you hurry inside ahead of him. He remembers the thousands of arguments he has had with Amy about him keeping things to himself, especially about work. It’s never been easy to open up — he just doesn’t want anyone to worry about him. He especially doesn’t want anyone to think he doesn’t have everything under control.

You’ve just made further progress in a casual conversation before work than Amy made in six years, and you don’t even know it.

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The Wolf and his Coyote - Part 4

Part 4! Things are starting to look up!

Summary; Jungkook is the leader of the biggest biker gang in Korea. He is never interested in people unless they can benefit him in some way. That is until he runs into a girl who is the only person who appears to not be afraid of him. New to Korea, Amalia is an artist who spends most of her days working on her comics at her friend Minhyuks diner who also happens to be Jungkooks favourite hang out spot. What will happen when Jungkooks, a man who's heart seems to be frozen in ice, interest is peeked for the first time since he can remember?

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Pairing: Gang leader jk x Tsundere, artist Amalia

Rating: 18+ do not interact if you are a minor!

Word count: 2.3k

Genre: Biker gang bts, action, romance, there will be smut down the line, angst, violence, humour.

Warnings: potential triggers, signs of trauma, Jungkook is SMITTEN, mentions of past, motorcycle ride, voice raising, arguing.

Amalias pov:

The roaring sound of engines cut through my thoughts, effectively snapping me out of my hyper fixated state. I look out the window to my right and notice 6 guys on motorcycles pull up. As they take off their helmets one by one, I notice it’s the guys from yesterday. Jungkooks gang. I guess this is the end of my peaceful day. 

Well, it had been very peaceful apart from the moment he decided to come talk to me. I still don’t know what he wants with me. I wish he would just stay away. At least he’s not too pushy. Like him.

I shake my head, not letting those thoughts creep up on me. You’re safe Amalia. It’s all in the past now.

The doors to the diner fly open as one by one those guys start piling in. Starting with one handsome man, black, long hair, cat like eyes, resting bitch face. He looks around the restaurant for his “owner” I assume. His eyes land on me as I look at him and he snickers before walking towards the other side of the restaurant as he spots Jungkook. 

What was that? Anyways, it’s time for me to go. I start packing my tablet and research materials back into my bag. I finish my cup of tea that Min had brought me earlier and get up to let him know I’m leaving. 

The restaurant is pretty busy for dinner time so I just manage a wave as I step out and head towards my bus stop. The bus arrives not too long after that and I start my commute home. 

The route is pretty long. I start with one bus, then a train and another bus. It’s better than sitting at home by myself all day tho, so it’s worth it. I read a book with my headphones on as per usual. About 20 minutes later, I arrive at the train station. As I wait for my train, I hear an announcement being made so I move my headphones to the side to listen.

“Train towards blue lines are all cancelled for the day due to technical issues, sorry for the inconvenience.”

Oh, well hell. I start to think of other ways to get home. A taxi would cost way too much from here for my broke butt. It’s too far to walk as well. I wonder if there’s other buses that lead close enough. 

I start to walk towards the street, where all the buses are and scan the signs to see where they went. Ah, there is a bus that leads close to the other bus I have to take, however it only comes every hour. I look at the time and, of course, the last one left 6 minutes ago. I guess I’ll be waiting here for a while. 

I sit at the stop by the street and take my book out again, getting ready for this long hour. 

Jungkooks pov:

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I wave at my group before heading off on my bike. 

The breeze hits my body as I zigzag through the streets of Seoul. As I drive, there only one thing going through my mind. “She hates your type”. My type. What is my type? According to Minhyuk I have become self absorbed. It shows that he doesn’t know me like he used to. Although the boy he knew is now dead and gone, I still don’t really know the man I have become. All I know is the hatred I feel towards him.

I shake my head, attempting to shake off these negative thoughts and feelings, heading towards my usual patrol. 

As I pass by the train station, I notice something that makes me instantly turn my bike around. Is that..?

I make my way back to the bus stop where a girl is resting her head on the side of the bus stop, sat on the bench with a book in her lap. As I approach her, I notice that it is indeed her. The girl from the diner. Minhyuks friend.

I park my bike in front of the stop, there being barely any cars that pass at this time, and walk up to her sleeping form. I look at her for a minute and she doesn’t even flinch. I kneel down in front of her and look over her features. Long lashes, small but plump lips and a beauty mark right below her left eye. 

She really is nothing special.

Then, her eyes suddenly shoot open, dropping the book in her hand and letting out a scream. 

“Hey hey, it’s just me.” I say, still on one knee before her. 

I take my helmet off so she can see me more clearly.

She looks down at me and then at her surroundings as if analyzing the situation. 

“Wha- what time is it? Why is it dark? Why are you here?” She says as she pulls out her phone and checks the time.

“Oh no! I missed the last bus!” She gets up frantically looking around.

I take my time standing and take a guess as to what had happened.

“Well considering you left the diner quite a while ago, I’m guessing you fell asleep here waiting for your bus until now, did you not? As for why I’m here, I was just driving by when I noticed you and just had to come say hello.” I say with a smile.

“Way to state the obvious.” She says as she rolls her eyes and sits back down.

She appears to be thinking, and as she said she missed her last bus, I guess she doesn’t have a way home.

I roll my eyes right back at her before heading to my bike. I feel her eyes on the back of my head. I lift the seat, pull out my spare helmet and turn back to give it to her.

“Here, I’ll take you home.” I say.

“Why would I trust a stranger with my address?” She says crossing her arms and legs and looking down.

“Oh so you don’t trust me with your address but you trust everyone else enough to fall asleep at a public bus stop?” I say, raising my voice.

I could see her visibly flinch as I did. 

“Who are you to tell me what I can and can’t do? You don’t even know me!” She says, visibly upset.

I sigh and take a deep breath. Arguing with her will get us nowhere.

“Look, I’m sorry I raised my voice. I know you’re new to town, but this area is very unsafe. Especially for woman. So when I saw you sleeping here without a care in the world for your safety I..” I cut myself off.

“You what?” She asks, turning to look at me in the eyes for the first time. 

“I know you probably won’t believe me considering what Minhyuk has probably said about me, but I’m not a bad guy. I care about him a lot and you’re his friend. So no harm will come to you around me, ok?” I say truthfully, avoiding what I was going to say before.

She continues to sit there and stares at me. I see the gears shifting behind her scared eyes that she tried to pass off as anger.

“Fine then, you can stay here.” I say as I turn to place the helmet back in my bike. 

Then I feel a tug at my back. It takes me a moment, but I turn to see her looking at the floor with her hand grasping the hem of my leather jacket.

“I’m sorry. I just.. I..” She stuttered. I could tell she was trying to say something very difficult for her.

“Its ok, you don’t have to tell me.” I said gently.

She nods and I turn to hand her the helmet. She takes it and puts it on like she already knows how.

“Have you ever been on a bike before?” I ask.

“I have. I can drive one too.” She says matter of factly.

My eyes grow wide as I stare at her in shock.

“What? Is it that shocking? Is it because I’m a woman?” She says crossing her arms and staring me down.

“No, I just… I didn’t expect it.” I say while sheepishly rubbing the back of my neck. I quickly put on my helmet. Why does my face feel warm?

I get on my bike and look towards her. She still seems unsure, looking down and fidgeting with her hands.

“Common, I don’t bite.” I say, reaching my hand out towards her.

She looks at my hand for a few seconds before reaching out and taking it in hers. 

My heart skips when our skin touches. What was that? Get a hold of yourself Jungkook.

She then comes closer and throws her leg over, taking a seat behind me. I feel her trying to push back and turn my head to see her grab a hold of the bars on the back.

I sigh in frustration.

“Just hold onto me please? It’s much safer that way.” I say revving my engine.

“Are you sure?” She says shyly.

This girl goes from shy to attitude to shy in an instant huh?

I smile, “Yes I’m sure.” I reach back and wrap her hands around my waist.

With her front pressed against my back, I head off in the direction of her home.

As we drive through the streets, I feel her looking around as if my hometown is all new to her. I hear her little gasps as we come into view of beautiful sceneries. I could feel her loosen and tighten her grip on me as we turn and speed up and slow down. It’s funny, I usually don’t like people riding behind me but I don’t mind it with her. She’s not purposely trying to grab a feel as she holds onto me, like the other girls I’ve taken for rides passing it off as just holding on for safety, no she’s different. She keeps her hands tied together across my stomach and doesn’t move them an inch. 

We approach her street and I come to a full stop. Strangely, I feel slightly upset at having arrived already. She gets off first and then I do the same, kicking the stand up to park. I turn to see she has already taken off her helmet and has the widest smile on her face.

Woah. What a beautiful smile.. 

What was I just thinking? Snap out of it! Luckily, my helmet was still on.

Her hair blows in the breeze as she looks at me.

“Thank you for the ride home. It’s been a while since I’ve been on a motorcycle, I forgot how great it feels. Oh and I’m sorry I was so rude.” She says while fiddling with her fingers.

I take my helmet off and give her a smile. 

“Don’t worry about it. It’s good that you don’t easily trust people. That intuition will keep you safe around these parts.” I say genuinely.

All of a sudden her eyebrows furrow as if she just thought of something.

“Wait.. I never gave you my address. How did you know where I live?” She says while taking a step back.

Oh right. She still doesn’t know I was there that night.

“Yeah about that, I mean, I didn’t want to just say I know where you live. Probably would have sounded creepy at the time.” 

“Well it’s sure creepy now, so can you answer my question?” She says with her hands on her hips. 

I guess the attitude is back.

I laugh at her ever changing personality, which for some reason, I find adorable.

“The truth is, these are the streets I usually patrol at this time a night. I don’t know what Minhyuk has told you, but my gang is not like the usual gang. We like to watch over our city and keep the innocents safe.” She just stands there looking at me as if urging me to continue. So I do.

“One night, I was patrolling as I usually do, when I crossed by this alley and saw a man following a girl. I was about to step in when suddenly, this girl turned and smacked the guy in the balls with her bag.” I laugh at that last part, still finding it funny.

I see her eyes light up in recognition. 

“Oh! You were there that night? I did find it odd that he didn’t try to follow me.” She pondered with her hand on her chin.

“Yeah, don’t worry, he won’t be following you again.” I smirk.

She stares me down. 

“What?” I ask.

“You didn’t kill him, did you?” She says.

I look at her, my eyes then turning serious.

“I don’t kill people. Not unless I have to. It’s not my place to take lives.” I say stuffing my hands in my pockets. 

Although the question stings, I do understand why she would ask. I am the head of a gang after all. It’s true that I don’t like to kill people, but it would be a lie to say I never have. 

“Ok well, thanks again for the ride.’ She pauses,’ and for protecting me that night I guess.” She says, looking up at me.

She hands over the helmet.

“You’re welcome.” I look down at her smiling softly. 

“Have a good night.” She simply says as she starts walking down the alley towards her home.

“Hey!” I say before she reaches her door.

She turns and looks at me with a questioning raised eyebrow.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

She looks at me for a moment before answering.

“It’s Amalia, but you can call me Lia. Consider that an honour.” With that, she turns and heads inside.

I can't help but laugh at her last comment.

Amalia.. that’s a different name. I like the sound of it.

I start walking down the street, beginning my patrol. Unable to wipe this stupid smile off my face.