#and i would spark it up with him amen

[itsbuckytm]

Yooooo!!! That Snow fic you recently released involving the reader and Treech being in love? Absolute masterpiece! So hear me out: what if you wrote about their connection and how it progressed? Like, before Coryo got his clutches on the reader. There was a moment you described where Treech and the reader snuck out, I’m pretty sure. I’d love to see a story on that. Maybe end it with those dying words you mentioned? Just utter fluff with that heartbreak of an ending.

Capitol's love birds. / Treech

summary : being Snow's twin meant being exactly like him, even though your appearances were slightly different. As a mentor yourself, you were assigned to District 7's male tribute, Treech. it was only in the wagon on its way to the Capitol that the chemistry first sparked, ultimately solidifying your status as the Capitol's favorite lovebirds.

ps ; english is not my native language, and I appreciate seeing your requests for ideas that I may not have thought of. Hopefully, you find the suggestions helpful. please refrain from plagiarizing my work without my permission or proper credit, as doing so may result in being flagged or banned. thank you.

Mentoring proved to be a challenging responsibility, but the greatest struggle arose when love entered the picture. However, this was no ordinary affection; it was a type of love that some might view as disgraceful, while others perceived it as a form of admiration amid the Games. Although Treech wasn't particularly interested in getting to know his mentor, let alone encountering them in another restricted enclosure, it was within those confines that the two of you crossed paths. Despite being Snow's twin traditionally constantly at his side, it was unquestionable that you, too, were destined to trail behind him to discover who your tribute was. 

While taking pride in mentoring someone from a district not situated at the lowest rungs of Panem's hierarchy, you were fortunate enough to maintain a semblance of dignity, given the reputation of the district you represented for its familiarity with victory. However, Lucy Gray Baird's captivating performance, the talk of the town since the reaping, cast shadows of doubt over your confidence. All of this, while your brother engaged with fellow tributes, attempting his best to establish his temptation not to gith back. 

You couldn't help but notice the stark class distinctions. Dust still clung to their attire, indicating a lack of access to basic amenities like showers before arriving. A twinge of sympathy crept in. "What's a pretty face doing here?" Reaper Ash remarked, catching you off guard. Initially assuming the comment was directed at Coriolanus, you soon realized it was aimed squarely at you. The revelation that you, too, were to become a mentor became apparent. And that the unspoken pressure to make a positive first impression on the fortunate second tribute who had the early opportunity to meet you loomed large. But Ash simply laughed at your brother’s reaction by ordering you stay behind him. Although poorly as his arm performed itself as a fence initiating to any tributes not to go further. "Relax, pretty boy. I won't touch her. Just asking for a friend, that's all." 

That friend happened to be Treech, whose imposing silhouette positioned itself in front of you a little closer this time. His gaze had been fixed on you from the moment he laid eyes on you. While you initially attributed it to natural human interaction, the persistent feeling of being scrutinized lingered throughout. It seemed as if Treech was almost surprised or even deceived to have you as his mentor, likely influenced by how your brother had fared so far. "Looking for District 7." You mentioned exchanging quick glances with the tributes to assess who would be best with an axe.

 As expected, your eyes landed on the red-headed girl who endeavored to present herself as the ideal candidate for you. "A boy." Your brother corrected, noticing as Lamina stood up, but Treech, adopting a protective stance, advised her to remain behind, much like your twin had done. After all it was a one-on-one game for the time being. "That must be my lucky one." Treech expressed sarcastically, stating it as a matter of fact, causing a subtle pink shade to color your cheeks – a reaction you tried hard to control. After all, it was your very first time you had seen someone outside the District ever. "You get to have the other pretty one." Ash teased playfully, suggesting that, despite Treech's charming demeanor, he was seemingly destined for a grim fate in the arena upon arrival. “I’m a little jealous.” Ash generously said.

Upon reaching the Capitol, you and your brother were taken aback as you discovered an unforeseen aspect of the tributes' journey. The initial understanding was that Flickerman, the Capitol's esteemed journalist, would be present to introduce each tribute upon their arrival. However, what they were unaware of was the presence of two mentors among the tributes, perhaps trespassing without official permission. This, however, was a matter for another time. Despite the somewhat unconventional transportation, Treech remained fixated on you throughout the journey to the Capitol. He seemed entranced by the striking resemblance between you and your brother, sparking a sense of compassion. Observing your interactions and the way you closely accompanied your brother, it was rumored that you were akin to his pet, only permitted to speak when approved by Coriolanus. Despite his disdain for the District, your brother demonstrated a surprising degree of protectiveness towards you, although in the midst of the situation, allowed  some space during the encounter with your tribute in an unexpected location. 

Fortunately, your keen observation allowed you to realize that you were reaching your destination, a detail that eluded many, including Coryo himself. Swiftly grasping your twin’s arm, a gesture he had ensured, the sudden tilt of the wagon hinted at the possibility of your feet slipping and sliding. Treech's eyes widened at your momentary clumsiness, seizing the opportunity to support you. As your back met the uncomfortable mud of the Zoo, he was determined not to lose his mentee on the spot. 

Cameras focused intently on both you and your brother, eliciting a crowd reaction filled with exclamations such as, "It's Snow's boy!" Swiftly, the onlookers noticed your presence next to your brother, who rose and asserted himself. There you stood, a captivating spectacle, with Treech's arm securing your waist and his unwavering gaze fixed on yours. A sly smirk played on his lips as the rest of the crowd declared your presence as well. "And look! The other Snow!" The citizens of the Capitol, already entranced by the presence of the twin siblings on their tributes' first day, began expressing confidence in your victory. This added an additional layer of challenge for the other mentors who were absent from this captivating spectacle. "It's your cue, princess." 

"Princess" was the first word he used to address you. Ironically, it took you a moment to realize that all the cameras were focused on you. Your brother had already made his mark, keeping a careful eye to ensure your tribute didn't make any missteps, especially when it came to touching you. However, you were completely under Treech's influence. With a confident smile, he waved at the cameras, making it a bit easier for you to face the potential embarrassment later at home. "She's alright!" He assured, shifting his gaze quickly to your relieved brother. He could have sworn he saw a few Capitol ladies, with similar makeup to yours, watching in awe at how Treech gallantly assisted you. As he watched the scene unfold with Lucy and Snow not far away, he too decided to play the role of the Capitol's love bird. 

As preparations for the 10th Hunger Games were underway, Flickerman's team mandated interviews with every tribute each year. From the very beginning, you managed to establish trust with Treech, a bond that proved beneficial. Not only did you ensure he was well-fed, but you also took the initiative to fetch Lamina additional food, given her mentor's apparent neglect. Treech appreciated the maternal role you assumed for Lamina. On one occasion, he confessed that he would go to great lengths for her, even if it meant risking his own life to secure her victory as the final tribute. It was all in the pursuit of making District 7 proud once again, for a Lumberjack always harbors a wealth of secrets up their sleeves. 

During his time at the Zoo, Treech found increased joy in your company, particularly when you accompanied him for a quick visit to the arena. Following suit with other tributes, he decided to take the initiative in making the first move. It happened on that initial day when he casually attempted to hold your hand, his fingers gently intertwining with yours. You discreetly glanced at him, careful not to make it too obvious given the presence of the assigned tributes and their mentors. With Coriolanus behind you taking notice. Yet, observing Treech's attempts to connect with you, he sensed a deeper connection between the two of you. Realizing this, your elder sibling understood the need to strengthen his bond with Lucy. To Treech's delight, he could only imagine your brother envying a love that he would never receive in return. 

With insider knowledge of the arena and sneaky routes into the Academy, Treech and you managed to slip away after the arena visit. Observing his interaction back with District 4's tribute and noticing his vigilance, a few teases were all it took to provoke Treech into throwing a punch, especially when faced with comments like. "Your girlfriend wouldn't mind if I speak with you?" While it was clear that others were aware of your connection, Treech dismissed it as a mere game, refusing to believe that it held any deeper significance. However, his sentiments towards you had sparked an unexpected depth of emotion within him. "Just a reminder." He sternly directed at the other tribute, his gaze darkening with offense. Spotting you behind him with Lamina by your side, Treech asserted. "You don't speak such filth about Y/N." The onlookers chuckled at his protectiveness and the evident depth of his emotions. "Or else?" They added, challenging anyone who dared to disrespect you. 

"Or else, I won't hesitate to cut your head off with my axe. Watch yourself, because I can do it in the blink of an eye." With those words, Treech revealed what you truly meant to him. He could vividly recall Snow's concerned gaze as he tried to pull you away from the escalating situation. However, you had refused that day, meeting Treech's eyes the entire time after discussing the tributes he would be teamed with. "For Lamina's sake," You had pleaded, urging him to be cautious. "Those individuals only seek your vulnerability. They may be from District 4, but they don't understand the power of an axe." Was what Treech said reassuring you with a smile. A smile you’ll never forget. 

In that very moment, you decided to take Treech with you for a clandestine escape from the arena. It was a day when even the tributes were granted the freedom to either stay at the arena for practice or wander under the watchful eyes of the Peacekeepers. However, Treech and you had a different agenda. You used the excuse of wanting to make his training more convenient as a cover. For some inexplicable reason, you had the approval of Dr. Gaul, who only instructed that Treech needed to return to the Zoo before midnight. It seemed that being Snow's twin had its perks after all. 

Upon your arrival at the Academy's Greenhouse, both of you maintained a quiet atmosphere. This place held a special significance for you, offering tranquility during moments of anxiety or family pressure. Though it was suspected that you were in charge of the Greenhouse, under your grandmother's watchful eye and constant reminders to enjoy tending to flowers like she did, you chose to share this haven with Treech. It was the same place where you had once spoken briefly to him, and he was thrilled not only to spend time alone with you but also to witness the real person behind the facade of prestige and elegance showcased in public. Trying to ease the slight tension, Treech remarked. "You know, I'd be damned to see your brother's face if he were here." It was a fact that you were gradually opening up to someone who was once a stranger but had become someone you deeply loved. "Brother could care less; he has Lucy wrapped around his finger right now.” You added, acknowledging the complexities of your relationships within the family. 

A smirk played across Treech's face, revealing his amusement at the thought of your brother feeling jealous. Although they were in similar positions, this time the connection between you and Treech was authentic, not just for show. Playful teasing began to permeate every event at the Academy, serving as a tactic to expose vulnerabilities in both of you. However, with Treech's mentor skills and the insights gained from your brother's tips, he honed his skills and strength, making it increasingly difficult for others to exploit weaknesses or gain his trust. "And would it be fair to say that I, too, have my little finger entirely wrapped around you, Princess?" He added, playfully reciprocating the banter. 

His words caused a warm blush to spread across your cheeks, especially when he directed his attention toward you during wound care in practice. The worry in your eyes whenever he made a slight mistake was met with a reassuring thumbs-up and the smile you cherished. There were moments when it became challenging for him to stay focused, particularly when he saw you engaged in conversations with your other classmates. Despite the casual nature of those interactions, he couldn't resist the urge to draw your attention back to him. In response, you chuckled softly, suggesting a meeting on the rooftop of the Greenhouse to admire the stars. "Anything that involves being with you, I'll gladly say yes." He replied with a smile. “You know, I love when you blush more. Especially for me.” 

Without uttering a word, you playfully dismissed his comment, rolling your eyes in a teasing manner. You extended your hand, a gesture he effortlessly accepted. "Show me the way, Princess." He said, and together, you ascended the stairs. Luck was on your side as you reached the rooftop just as the sun of the Capitol dipped below the horizon, signaling the arrival of dawn. The sky was clear, and the stars of Panem glittered above, creating a breathtaking scene just for the two of you. "Looks like I'm the lucky one." He marveled at the view. "Having a beautiful face to look at and a beautiful scenery to enjoy all to myself. I'd be damned not to win these Games and return home to a beautiful angel." He confessed, and this time, he genuinely meant every word. 

On the other hand, you remained completely silent. Initially, you wanted to express your gratitude, but as the Games drew nearer, uncertainty crept in, even with Treech's skills. The looming uncertainty, especially regarding Lucy's well-being and Snow's single-minded pursuit of victory, left you unsure. Despite your love for your brother, his focus was solely on winning, regardless of the familial bond. Treech noticed the tension as the two of you sat next to the bench, and he tried to bring you closer. In an unexpected reaction, you flinched—a rare occurrence. "Hey—" Treech began, but he immediately noticed your slightly swollen face and your eyes fighting back tears. The man you loved had become, overnight, a complete stranger at best. "Look at me, Y/N." He pleaded, adopting a worried tone as you broke down in front of him. The situation must have been incredibly embarrassing for you. 

"What's wrong?" His voice softened as he looked at you, tender care evident in his gaze. He took immense pride in having you as his partner during the Games and falling in love with the most exceptional mentors he could have ever asked for. He harbored concerns about the possibility of you crying over his lifeless body, should the worst come to pass. The thought of hearing you scream his name filled him with worry, although he made a concerted effort not to show it. His overarching plan was to make you proud and, above all, to be loved by you until his very last breath. 

"Have you ever genuinely fallen in love?" Your question resonated with Treech. Of course, he loved you. You were an unexpected and, ironically, his first love. And so for you. The circumstances of your meeting might not have been ideal, but as long as he was with you, that's all that mattered. And if things worked in his favor, it was not just for him but for Lamina as well, given that she often regarded you as someone she could trust. "Like genuinely." You added, trying your best not to burst into laughter. Your tears didn't make it any easier, giving you a slightly maniacal tone. 

“Of course, and that person is sitting right in front of me.” His eyes not taking his gaze from you. How he watched you loosing yourself entirely in the moment of a mere seconds. Your old habits resurging as you would try to numb the pain of your fingers by scratching the very last skin until it bled. To which Treech could not help to notice the moment he had met you. He grabbed your fingers, making you to stop it quickly as he began to peck every single fingers. “And I have made a promise to myself, that if I’d ever win. That we will be reunited together. Build a family, run away together. Be the lovebirds the Capitol wants us to be.” 

A mixture of remorse and relief surged through you as you heard every word from Treech, assuring you that he would stay alive and well. If only you could muster the same confidence he exuded. Despite your attempts, he gently wiped away your tears, his fingers delicately holding your chin to meet his gaze. "You know, even if it's not the conventional way to confess one's love to another, I might be able to let myself do it." He said, leaning in to press his lips against yours. They were soft, just as you expected, carrying the comforting scent of wood he had kept upon his arrival—a reminder of home, a home with both you and Treech. 

"I love you to the bottom of my heart. I know our first meetings weren't the best, but the way you cared for Lamina, and even showed care to me, proved something deeper. If we can continue doing that every night until the Games, I'll make sure you genuinely know that I love you." He confessed once the kiss broke. His words carried a weight that nearly brought tears to your eyes, holding you in place. The both of you chuckled at the irony of the situation, yet a newfound sense of confidence enveloped you—something you had never experienced before, especially as someone from a District. 

"Man, I wish we could continue this, but I don't want you to get punished for bringing me here—" This time, you swiftly cut him off, recognizing that it wasn't the right time for such activities, especially just a few days before the Games. Instead, you proposed a deal—a deal he seemed to enjoy a little too much. Every time you had the chance to train with him, just before returning him to the Zoo, you would indulge in cuddling and sometimes reminisce about home. Occasionally, these encounters escalated into intense make-out sessions, leaving him with a desire to mark you visibly. The marks led to teasing from some classmates, making you blush, and occasional interventions from your brother. Despite casual warnings, Treech took pleasure in denying everything with a smirk that your brother despised. To add to his delight, that same night, Treech deepened the marks, leaving a lasting impression. Just to see Snow’s furious face once again. 

Although this little pleasure was only going to last very soon, when the Games were officially commencing and you knew that. With you being at least able to say your final goodbyes to Treech, he could to feel your worrying about his situation. Cupping your face so delicately as a mention that everything was going to be alright. It was the last time that you also felt his lips brushing against yours. A kiss you would not forget so easily. 

During the Games, you and the remaining mentors, alongside your brother, watched with stress and concern for the well-being of your tributes. While your eyes remained fixed on Treech, you also tried your best to ensure Lamina's safety. However, the situation took a dire turn when the poison finally affected Treech. Feeling helpless, you did everything in your power to find a remedy, attempting to prevent the symptoms from worsening and to make them last until only one tribute remained. "The poison!" You angrily tried to draw attention, tears welling up as you called out to your brother, who paid no heed. Seeing you suffer for the one you loved was what he had envisioned from the start. His pleasure lay in witnessing Treech's suffering on screen. "Please! Give him the medication!" You appealed to your District 7's female mentor, but it was too late. Treech's coughing worsened, and your eyes remained fixed on the screen. "Treech..." was all you could say. 

Treech sensed that you were watching him, but whether it was with shame or grief, he couldn't discern. What he was certain of was seeing the expression on your face—a face that conveyed concern and a desperate desire to help. He knew that if the poison were to affect him, you would swiftly send the medication. However, it didn't happen, and he realized it was too late. Lucy had managed to escape, unlike him, who became the prisoner of an inevitable and senseless death. As he noticed the cameras focused on him, he understood that by now, you would be looking at him. "Y/N..." he began to cough in the middle of his sentence, capturing the attention of everyone in the room, including your brother. "I loved you since we met. Please, once I am gone, I want you to know that I genuinely loved and will always love you." 

"No!!" Your voice wavered between tears, desperately trying to advocate for the medication option repeatedly. Cursing under your breath, you fought against Pliny Harrington, who did his best to restrain you. "Y/N..." he tried to console you, sensing the profound grief from everyone's tributes, including yours. What he failed to comprehend was the deep connection between you and Treech, destined to become the Capitol's favorite lovebirds. "It's too late..." His voice turned into a plea for you to stop. It was at that moment that your entire body went numb. In Pliny’s arms, you managed to sit down, and as Snow's victory loomed over you, you realized that your confidence was about to be completely overshadowed once again. You would become Snow's source of pride and victory.

A man you had once loved would forever reside in your heart. In the heart of District 7, you were revered for your role as a caretaker for both its female and male tribute. What you were not aware of was that, unlike Snow, you became the face of purity and trust—a bond between the District and the people of the Capitol. It was a paid respect for the Capitol's most famous lovebirds.

[scoonsalicious]

Prologue: Lily

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntire, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language,

Word Count: 413

A/N: Please accept this little preview nugget.

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Best friends to Lovers. Lily McIntyre couldn’t think of a single thing more romantic than that. She’d spent her entire life searching for that one person who would transcend the bonds of friendship into something so much more, and for years, she’d been left wanting. So many friendships left to flounder when the necessary spark failed to materialize, so many seemingly perfect connections ruined because she wanted more than any of these so-called “best” friends could give. It felt unfair. It felt cruel. It felt hopeless.

Until.

Lily remembered the day like it were yesterday, forever seared into her memory as though it had been branded there, and it in a way, it had been, because the moment she met Bucky Barnes had become an indelible part of her, a core moment in the creation of the perfect life she desired– no, deserved to have.

It was warm for late March, the birdsong thick in the air as she ran a batch of new SHIELD recruits through their drills on the outside training track of the new Avengers’ Compound in Upstate New York. She hadn’t been thrilled with Tony Stark when he’d insisted on moving the operation out of the city proper, but she had to admit, being away from the congestion of the metropolis ended up having its perks. Besides, the city was still close enough to enjoy all the amenities it had to offer.

She’d just sent her group off to do sprints when she saw Captain America, himself, approach her, followed by a stranger she’d never seen before. 

She was immediately struck by how gorgeous he was– chiseled jaw, piercing blue eyes, shy, timid smile. Perfection, she thought, as Captain Rogers introduced the man as his best friend, James “Bucky” Barnes. 

“Lily runs the training program for new SHIELD recruits,” the Captain was saying. Lily found she could only nod and smile as Steve explained the training program, so transfixed was she by this handsome new stranger. Bucky listened with polite interested, then said something about wanting to go check out the obstacle course, and as he walked away, the Captain leaned toward Lily and spoke softly, so as not to be overheard.

“Buck’s going to be joining us in the Compound. Aside from me, he hasn’t really got any other friends, so, you think you could help make him feel at home? Maybe try to be his friend?”

“It would be an honor, Captain,” Lily agreed, smiling. Absolute perfection.

Next Part ->

[bettyfrommars]

Ok idk if this will spark inspiration but fluff, playing fetch with wereworlf!eddie? 🐺 😭 OR something smutty with werewolf Eddie 😏 and he’s chasing you down

This is not at all what you were thinking, I know 🙃 but this is what came to mind, and I couldn't stop.

wolfman!Eddie x Reader

18+ONLY, it's 1959, mention of cultural bias and norms for the time, sexual tension, mature themes, no mention of she/her or y/n for reader, blood, hints to being cut with glass, reader puts up a tiny bit of chase, mention of the Frankenstein family, hints to future smut, but none in this (I might do more with this Wolfman as it gets closer to fall). wc: 2.2k

A/N: this was a quick write I had fun with last night. Please forgive any typos. Love you, thank you for the creative requests and for reading!

Working the reception desk at a fancy hotel in the city had you fielding all sorts of strange requests over the years, but when Mr. Munson checked in, it was different.  

First of all, you were attracted to him which made you turn into an awkward mess.  You spilled your coffee on the ledger—had to clean that up—and then you asked him to spell his name twice, even though there were only a couple letters.  He was patient though, and charming in a mysterious way.  It’s 1959 and his suit is tailored, dark hair pulled back in a knot at the base of his neck under a gray fedora, and he wears a silver skull ring on his pinky.  It was rare to see a man with long hair in your time, in your circles, and so you stared at him a little longer than you should have.  

“Is this all I need?” He lifted the key by the metal fob and his eyebrow up to break you from your trance.

Flustered, you tried to remember which planet you were on.  “Yes, sorry, you have full amenities in your suite, living room, king bed, a 16-inch TV.  Complimentary breakfast starts at 6 AM in the dining room—”

“I have a favor to ask,” he stopped you, trying to be as polite as possible. 

He leaned in close, over the desk, and you check to the side to see that your co-worker, Janet, is busy with another guest.  

“Can you,” he glanced down at your mouth and then back to your eyes again.  “Would it be too much trouble for you to lock me in my room tonight? From the outside?”

Your first thought is, “I would do anything for you, Mr. Munson,” but then you wonder why he is asking you this, and the implication of what being locked in his room means.

Your mouth stuttered like a fish for a few moments, and then he continued.  “The moon is full tonight, you see, and I—-” he looked around again, straightening his shoulders, licking his full lips.  “If you could come around at 7:00 and lock me in, and then unlock it around the same time in the morning, I’d be much obliged to you.”

“Of course,” you finally answer, taking his key as he passes it back to you.  Your fingers grazed and you could feel the heat that radiated off of him.  “I’ll take care of you, I mean, I’ll take care of it, I’ll make sure you’re locked in until the morning.”

He adjusted his fedora, fixing a crooked smile on you.  “Have a good night,” he said, and then he winked, picking up his suitcase before turning to head down the hall to the elevators.  

You watched the clock as you checked in other guests early that evening, and when it was time, you made your way up to the 12th floor to lock Mr. Munson in his room, just as he’d requested.  There was a food tray in the hall next to his door, letting you know that he’d ordered room service.  You hesitated for a second at the door, leaning in to press your ear to the cool wood, to see if you could hear any signs of distress. The only noise that came was the low laughter of a comedy show on the TV.  You put the big key in the lock and turned it, and it made a loud metal on metal clanking noise.  You rapped your knuckle a few times softly, “all secure for the night, Mr. Munson.  Sleep well.”

Inside the room, Eddie was yanking his tie off, removing his cufflinks, and unbuttoning his shirt, staring out the window up at the gathering gloom when he heard the door lock.  He held his breath while he waited for what you would say, his head turned to one side, heartbeat strong in his neck, and then he exhaled, ready to wait out the rest of the nightmare with staunch resolve.

An hour later, a huge fruit basket decked out with cheeses and an expensive bottle of wine showed up for Mr. Munson.  A courier set it down in front of Janet at the opposite end of the counter while you were working on something else.  You heard the courier say Mr. Munson’s name, and then you watched Janet pick up the basket with both hands and head off toward the elevators.

“Where are you going with that?” You called after her, smiling your forgiveness to the other guests nearby.  You came out from around the desk and met her in the middle of the reception area.  

Janet was young and she looked very nervous, eyes wide as if she were about to be scolded.  “This came-came for M-M-Mister Munson and I was just taking it up to his—”

“Mr. Munson asked not to be disturbed this evening,” you told her.  “I’ll take it.  You check-in the Parson family, please.”

Janet handed the heavy wicker basket full of crinkly cellophane over to you without argument, and you stood there for a few beats, trying to plan your move. Finally, alone in the service elevator, curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to read the card inside the small envelope:

Dearest Edward,

I’m so please you’ve made the journey, especially under

the circumstances.  Excited to talk with you about what

I’ve been working on when we meet for lunch tomorrow.

Sincerely,

Lawrence Frankenstein 

A shiver ran down your spine.  Lawrence was the great great grandson of Victor Frankenstein, the one famous for reanimating dead tissue and reviving the first Monster. He was in town that week offering guest lectures at the university.  You slipped the card back in the envelope and tucked it back where it had been between the wine bottle and the banana.  

From experience, you knew that the courier was guilty of being late with the basket.  It should’ve been in Mr. Munson’s room by the time he checked in.  You decided you would knock and let him know about it, just in case it was something he had been expecting.

When the elevator dinged and you stepped into the hallway of his floor, you heard a crash, like a glass breaking, and your ears followed the sound, pointing you in the direction of Mr. Munson’s room.  With tension in your face, you stumbled to hold the basket in one arm while you found your skeleton key.  

In front of his door, you heard a strangled cry, as if someone were choking, and you strained to listen.  There came the sigh of heavy, labored breathing, and then something that sounded like a shoe hit the door with force, making you jump back, almost fumbling the basket.  

A bit of fear lodged in your throat, but you cleared it, and squared your shoulders.  You rapped on the door a few times, “Mr. Munson? I’m sorry if it’s a bad time, but a basket came for you.  I wouldn’t have bothered you, but it should’ve been here hours ago, and so I wanted to—-”

The other side of the door became eerily silent.  

You continued.  “I know you requested not to be disturbed, but I don’t want to leave this out in the hall where someone can take it, so here’s what I’m going to do—-” you waited for some type of acknowledgement, but nothing came, not even the sound of footsteps.  “---I’m going to open the door just enough to slide it in, and then lock you up again, okay? We don’t even have to see each other.”

Nothing, not a peep.

You closed your eyes and counted to three in your head, and then clicked open the lock and turned the knob with a creak.  You set the basket on the floor, about to push it in with your foot, when you glanced up to see the bathroom door was open.  The vanity mirror was shattered, and blood dripped down from the broken shards into the sink, as if it had been broken with a body part.  

Your heart raced, fearing for his safety, and before you could stop yourself, you were pushing the door open to step all the way in, knocking the basket over.  “Mr. Munson, are you okay? Do you need me to call the—-”

On your way to the bathroom, you heard the door shut behind you.

You turned, about to say his name again, but then what you saw made you shriek and stumble back, hand flying up to cover your mouth, the key plopping to the carpet. 

Mr. Munson stood in front of the closed door now, blocking your exit, but he was no longer the man you remembered.  He wore his shirt unbuttoned and untucked, suspenders hanging down the sides of his trousers, and his dark hair fell long over his shoulders, messy and wild.  His once chocolate brown eyes seemed to glow gold, pointed incisors jutted down into his bottom lip, and his body was covered in….

Hair? Fur? It covered his exposed skin almost entirely; down his hands that now had pointed claws for nails, and up his belly and chest to his neck, along his cheeks.  You noticed that his feet were bare, and they were also furry with the tips of slightly curled, pointed claws.

His chest went up and down as he heaved, gold eyes narrowing on you.  “You should’ve never come back here,” he growled, sweat glistening on his brow.  “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”  His eyes clenched shut, as if in a grimace of pain, and his head dropped back against the door.

Your brain lost all function for a moment and a few noises came out of your mouth, but no words.  A few drops of blood dripped to the cream carpet at his feet from the knuckles of his right hand.  You looked around at the broken vase shattered on the ground, and the way one of the sofa cushions had been ripped to shreds, and you gulped, realizing he would probably kill you.  Especially now that you knew what he was.

In a split second, you remembered the adjoining door in his bedroom that led out to the emergency exit.  It was locked to the guests, but you could open it with your key, and if you could manage to get over there before he—-

You took your chance, dropping down to grab the key, and then bolting for the other room.  Eddie followed, matching your movements. You were hyperventilating, trying to aim the key in the hole for the emergency door when he snarled and bound across the bed on all fours like a feral beast, breaching the distance in no more than a second.  

He dropped down next to you in a crouch, and then rose to full height, a low growl purring deep in his chest.  He had both of your wrists pinned against the wall above your head before you knew what was happening.  He bared his teeth, dripping with a string of saliva, his pupils pinned, searching your face.

“I can’t be trusted right now, like this,” he hissed, swallowing.  “With you.”

There was no mistaking your arousal, but then there was also a fight going on inside, a voice saying you absolutely should not like this.

“I won’t tell anyone that I know about you,” you promised.  “It will be our secret.”

Eddie shifted so that he was holding both of your wrists together with one hand while the other came down, one claw dragging gently across your cheek and neck.   You noticed that his pupils began to open, pooling black within the gold irises.  

“Do you want me to let you go?” He shifted his head back to look at you, running the tip of his tongue along one of his teeth, desire blooming in every pore, setting his hairs on end.  

“No, not really,” you mewed, exhilarated but also afraid of your desire. 

Eddie lowered his head, running his nose and his mouth against the side of your face and your neck, inhaling long sniffs, taking in your scent, making animalistic noises.  Your eyelids fluttered at the way his tongue darted out to taste your skin a few times, at the feel of the fur on his cheek that brushed soft at your jaw.

He let your arms go and you brought your hands to his shoulders, slipping them inside his shirt to rest on the sides of his neck, pinching the hair between your fingers, finding his gaze again. “Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Munson?”

“You can call me Eddie,” he scratched his claws along your jaw, thumb crossing down your mouth to pull your lips apart.  “And you can let me taste you.”

His eyes glowed like someone lit a fire behind them, and outside, somewhere nearby in the moonlit night, a wolf howled.

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Quiet Days

It was so unlike Sherlock to follow the tide, to knuckle under, to allow such menial phrases such as ‘quiet days’ to slip out of his mouth. Defying those social standards and refusing to submit to them was what differentiated him from others, gave him his title, made John even look his way the first time that they met.

no warnings, just some complicated feelings and overall a very queer scene >1000 words.

(if it better suits you, here's the ao3 link to this one-shot.)

Sherlock had imagined it more than he was (ever) willing to admit:

The heat of their skin blending into sighs, the tugs, the way their names would roll off of each other’s tongues and melt onto their skin, sink into their core and erupt a blinding light - so hot and demanding that they wouldn’t care about the amenities of keeping each other hidden until night, so deliciously shameless that they would proudly bask in the afternoon sunlight until the heat of their bodies were indefinitely hotter than the sun itself.

He gazed at the sight in front of him - John, (Oh God, John.) ever so content in his patterned armchair, gazing at the bright screen of his laptop with tired eyes. It was a sight he was used to seeing whenever a quiet day doomed Baker Street and the detective would leave the front steps of his mind palace and open his eyes with an arduous sigh. John would always be there, always so calm, always sitting with his laptop open, feet (slightly) stretched out, arms (sometimes) crossed over his chest. Sherlock always wondered what he was looking at, reading, watching. Whatever it was, whatever was drawing John’s eyes away from him, he hated it.

Sherlock’s ears pricked with a thought.

Experiment: Record himself working - simply working over a case in the lab at St. Bart’s hospital for exactly ninety minutes and in silence. Then, write an entire dissertation about himself - anatomical habits, childhood events and/ trauma accompanying the result of an in-depth MRI of his own brain (something to elicit interest in the doctor if it hasn’t been drawn already). When John isn’t paying attention (eating, watching Jeremy Kyle, sleeping, on an unsuccessful date), he will upload the video and dissertation onto John’s laptop. That way, no matter if John has decided he will spend his quiet day on his laptop, he will still be focused on Sherlock - still looking, reading, watching - honouring him with the attention he wants. (Needs.)

Reminder: Make sure to inform Molly that he will, at some point, require a camera and the lab.

For now, Sherlock sat quietly the way he always did on quiet days.

He was sure that he never believed in quiet days. If he did, he hated them. Or he once hated them. Over time, as he allowed the quiet to hold him down, force him to stop moving and sink deep into his bones, Sherlock realised that perhaps he could allow them to pass every now and then without sparking a fuss whenever they did.

Quiet days, Sherlock thought to himself as John shuffled in his seat, his eyes still glued to his laptop (and not the detective), how pitiful they could be.

The term was planted by Mrs Hudson, who would climb up the stairs with a knowing smile and a tray of fresh tea as she whispered, ‘it’s awfully quiet today,’ or ‘today’s going to be nice and quiet, I can tell’. It was then germinated by John, who always agreed with her as he’d gratefully pick up a biscuit from her tray and reply, ‘yes, I think so, couldn’t come sooner,’ or ‘definitely a quiet day today, Mrs Hudson’.

Sherlock somehow watered it without wanting to - he always knuckled under John, even whilst simultaneously convincing himself it was the other way around. At some point (he didn’t know when), he had also started to refer to these days as ‘quiet days’.

It was so unlike Sherlock to follow the tide, to knuckle under, to allow such menial phrases such as ‘quiet days’ to slip out of his mouth. Defying those social standards and refusing to submit to them was what differentiated him from others, gave him his title, made John even look his way the first time that they met.

John (oh God, John).

When would he realise that he was being stared (gazed) at?

It was all Sherlock ever did on quiet days. It was all he knew to do, eventually morphing into instinct whenever quiet would bless Baker Street. He knew it was the result of conditioning, a simple failure on his part - to pair one with the other. John, quiet days. He couldn’t tell the difference anymore. (Perhaps not so much a failure.)

John hadn’t noticed the staring (admiring), not even as he took a sip of Mrs Hudson’s tea or a bite from an overly sweet biscuit.

Update ongoing experiment: Now the thirty-second instance that his staring (treasuring) has gone unnoticed by John. When would he realise? Sherlock suspects in due time, perhaps when the next quiet day comes. (False hope - another seed unconsciously watered due to John.)

The detective, having barely moved since the morning, tucked that ongoing experiment in the deep confines of his mind palace - now archived, dormant, always ticking.

He went back to adoring John (oh God, John).

John - a much simpler word, much easier to accept than the existence of a quiet day. Quiet day - two extra and redundant syllables, much more difficult to knuckle under. But without having tolerated its existence or going the full ridiculous length of three syllables, Sherlock never would have discovered John, he knew that.

John (oh God, John).

He wouldn’t mind letting that syllable slip out of his mouth every now and then.

“John.”

Sherlock savoured the way his head snapped up with a hum, so quick to respond to the deep, baritone voice that called him.

He cleared his throat and shuffled. “Yeah?”

“Quiet day,” Sherlock replied plainly, his eyes gazing at the desk and wandering over the tea and food Mrs Hudson had left for them that morning.

John watched him for a moment, a gentle smile tugging his lips as he watched the detective’s deeply contemplative face and wondered what he was thinking about.

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Always Something Underneath

Chapter 1 - Hints of Vanilla

Lucifer x Fem!reader (prostitute character w/ accent)

Content warning: heavy flirting, slow burn, smoking, writing the accent

Summary: A curious answer during one of Charlie's groups from a new resident stokes Lucifer's interest. Him choosing to pursue a brief conversation with the new resident sparks the beginnings of something new.

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“Good job everyone! Thank you for all the awesome participation today!” Charlie said as she clapped her hands, ending the last session of the day.

You stood up stretching. Just a quick shift of your shoulders and twist of your body had it popping and crunching from having sat for the last 45ish minutes. You made it fast though as you didn’t want to get caught up in conversation with anyone. You needed to get some nicotine in your system before you headed off to work. You ducked from the room before anyone could notice you dipped and briskly headed off.

It hadn’t been long since you had come to the hotel. Only a month if that. You had quickly made yourself at home though. Eagerly participating in the group sessions, partaking in the lobby bar with some fun drunken shenanigans, and taking advantage of the hotel amenities such as the many balconies to indulge your nicotine addiction. As you made your way up to the left wing balcony on the second floor, you put a cigarillo in your cigarette holder and prepped your lighter. Approaching the door, you turned pushing it open with your rear enabling you to simultaneously light up. You took a quick puff twirling out the opened door, that quickly swung shut with a slam behind you, and sighed as the smoke invaded your lungs teasing your addiction. 

You made your way over to the banister on the far side of the large balcony to lean on it, your plush bosom getting a lift. You brought the holder to your lips and slowly took a long slow drag. You had gotten vanilla cigarillos this time which was just the taste you wanted as it brought about a light buzz fully quelling the craving that had been gnawing at you. “Mmm…just what this gurl needs.” you hummed to yourself. Your free hand snagged your phone from its tucked position in the waist of your skirt bringing up one of the various social media sites you frequented. Your finger speedily flicking through the vast amounts of meaningless content people spammed the site with looking for anything remotely entertaining.

To your surprise, you hear the door behind you open and close. You perked a brow and glanced over your shoulder to see none other than Lucifer making his way over. His hands behind his back holding his cane as he confidently strode over. “Good afta’noon your majesty.” you coo, giving a half wave with the hand holding your cigarillo. 

“Good afternoon.” he politely responded, taking up a spot to your right leaving ample room between the two of you. “Very good session this afternoon. You gave a very,” he paused thinking about how he wanted to phrase it, “honest answer.”

“Well,” you laugh softly, “Chawlie’s always goin’ on about honesty bein’ important. An’ I figya, I ain’t got nothin’ to hide so I ain’t got no reason not’a be.” You took another slow drag watching him as he gazed out towards the city. He seemed a little nervous; his fingers drumming along the shaft of his cane and he shifted his weight from his heels to the front of his feet and back. That tickled you a bit. You tucked your phone back into the waist of the skirt and turned towards him. “Alright, what’s goin’ on. You don’t just stawt conversations with anybawdy.”

A devious smirk slid onto your lips as you decided to mess with him. You leaned towards him, bending at the waist so your cleavage was in full view for the king. “You lookin’ for a little fun ta’night? Bold of you I gotta say but, I’m game. I got werk but… I could stop by your room afta.” 

Lucifer blanched and he immediately put both hands up, as if he would push you away should you dare to get too close, while stepping back. “ABSOLUTELY NOT. Nooooooo. No, no, and NO.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from unabashedly laughing at his reaction. The satisfaction of freaking him out feeding your desire to tease him further. He looked like he might launch into an asthma attack, if he had asthma, from the shock though. You knew you couldn’t push too far considering how good you had it here and the fact you had JUST gotten here. “Sorry, sorry. I gotta mean streak don’ I.” The smile lingering on your lips as you lean away from him easing his anxiety. “But really. What’s up?”

A quick flick of your fingers sent ashes to the air before you brought it back to his lips, giving him a moment to recover and answer you. As you waited, you looked over the eye candy before you. You really wouldn’t have minded if he wanted a private session with you. He was far easier on the eyes than most of the clients you saw at the brothel. Damn if you weren’t really curious about how long that serpent tongue was as well. 

“I wanted to talk about your answer in the group.” he said after having collected himself, not having missed the fact he was being visually eaten alive. “About how one of your reasons for wanting to get into heaven is to find love. You know there isn’t a guarantee you’ll find that up there right? Plus Heaven… has it’s own challenges. Let alone who knows what the winners will think of prior sinners joining their ranks.”

You took a moment, processing what he had said. “Hmm… I mean, your not wrong. There isn’t.” you paused, lightly tapping your cigarette holder on the banister as you pondered, “If ya’ think about it though, most’a the people down heya, don’t have a reason to be betta. Like, there’s no reason to improve. Most people prob’ly get worse actually since, ya know, they can’t get inna heaven. It is what it is kinda mentality.”

You purse your lips, looking out towards the city. “It’s pretty hawd findin’ somebody who wants’ta commit when everythin’ around’ja encourages ya to just do whateva you want. I’ve had my faya shara of cheats and use’as. Then when they aw decent, usually cause they fresh ta hell, the extermination gets’em. ” You turn back to Lucifer taking another puff of your cigarello.

“People in heaven though…” you look at your hand as you twirled the cigarette holder making designs in the air with the smoke while looking out at the city as you talked, “obviously they did sommin’ right. Probably werked on themselves. Read those self improvement books or saw’a shrink. Actually tried to fix their issues. Ya’know? Decen’ people who wanna be good. For themselves an’ their foreva person.”

A sigh slipped from your lips as you thought about it before you glanced back at him. His face was neutral, though you figured gears were turning. “I got’ta give myself some’in to look forward to. THOUGH,” you added with an omph, “If I don got’ta werk up there. Love dos’nt matta. That’s gold. Sign me up. I’ll werk on me while baskin’ in the joys’a Heaven and if love comes along I’ll giv’it a try.”

He laughed out lightly. He shook his head clearly bemused by your monologue. While looking out just as the sound of gunshots sounded just a couple of blocks away, his smile fell slightly. “You’re not wrong about people not trying down here…” 

“Good thing we gawt Chawlie. Keep us awll in line.” You let out a single laugh drinking him in. “Does our resident angel think it’s pawsable? Redemption?”

He side eyed you looking down towards the ground and shrugged. “I can’t say. It hasn’t been done before as far as I’m aware.”

A hum of acknowledgement leaves your lips before you suck in the last bit of your ciargello in one long drag. You hold it, before slowly breathing it out, “Shucks. Well, guess awll we can do is try.”

He perked a brow at you glancing over. You smile at him. He hesitates before returning your smile and nodding. “Yup.”

You bend down, putting out the cigarello nub on the ground standing back up with a huff. You take the burnt down bit from the holder and flick it off the balcony, not missing the disgusted look from Lucifer. “Well, I don’t really wanna cut this shwort but, I gotta stawt gettin’ ready for werk.”

His brows furrowed, his expressions were just the cutest. He had heard you mention it previously but he had been so focused on shutting down your advances it hadn’t registered. “Why are you still working? You’re supplied everything you need at the hotel aren’t you?”

“Well, a gurls gawtta’ protect herself.” You gave him a lopsided smile paired with one raised eyebrow as if it should be obvious. “Since we dun know if it’s gunna werk I can’ bank on it. If I quit the brothel and it don’t, I hav’ta restawt building’ my reputation awll ova. Jus’ cuttin’ my ow’as to a couple nights, protects me from fully restawtin’.”

You waggle a finger at him, “AWLSO, it actually has been helpin’ me too. Supply an’ demand kinda thing. The less ow’as I have ta offa, means the clients who rreaaally want me, ah willin’ ta pay little more. They awlso have been bookin’ mora head’a time. Full books, less ow’as, with a little more comin’ in has been SOOO nice. I actually havn’ lost as much money as I thawt I would by comin’ here.”

Lucifer was staring at you with a clearly bewildered or overwhelmed look in his eyes. He hadn’t expected such an extensive, practical answer. He had just sort of assumed you enjoyed the sex from the way he had seen you act. You laughed seeing the look on his face, “It’ jus’ makes sense don’it?”

“I suppose you’re right. That was… certainly… a different answer than I expected.” 

“So diplomatic.” you roll your eyes playfully. “You're not gonna hurt my feelin’s none by saying what you actually think.” You pull your phone from your waist, groaning seeing the time. “I do gotta head out. Werk ‘n that.”

“Oh of course.” he said before pausing. “Since you entertained my questions, would you like a portal to your door?”

You gasped out at the offer, genuinely surprised. You then smile at him, trying to act a little sheepish though you were far too excited to successfully play it off. “You don’ gotta if you dun wanna BUT I. Would. Love that.”

He let out a soft laugh at your attempt to hide your excitement and with a quick motion of his cane a portal materialized before you. You watched completely mesmerized. You then whipped your head towards him, “If I could travel first class like this alla time, I would. I do, greatly appreciate it ya highness.”

“Please, Lucifer is just fine.” His cane rested in front of him with both hands on the apple top. His chest puffed just slightly, his ego bolstered by your reaction.

“Oooo,” you purred, “first name basis. You jus’ open a can-a-worms. You bet I’ma call you every nickname in the book now.”

He laughed nervously, his eyes shifting off to the side and then back, not certain what kind of teasing he had just incidentally unleashed upon himself, “Lucifer’s fine.”

The playful smirk climbed onto your lips, pleased with his reaction. “Thanks again for the portal dwoll.”

As you started to walk through the portal to your bedroom door you hesitated, suddenly turning around and walking over towards Lucifer again. You saw him tense slightly as you made your way back to him.

“You know…” you allow your voice to take a sultry tone, to feed into the uncertainty he was feeling, stopping right in front of him. Using a finger up to lightly push his hat up a smidge so you could see his face a little easier, since you were just slightly taller than him with your heels, you give him a real smile, “you seem like your one’a the good ones. A real decin’ persin.”

“A lil rough aroun’ the edges. But, considerin’ ur age and all the bullshit you’ve see along with, ya know, where we aw. You’re pretty swell. It’s not really a mystery where Chawlie gets it and why she makes me wanna be betta persin.” Your smile grew seeing him blink in surprise before a thought crossed your mind that made your face deadpan.

“Most’a the time. I still have days where I wanna commit mass homicide but~,” you said quickly waving your hand as if to dismiss the comment as if it was a sidenote, “I’m gettin’ betta. More good days than bad days. It’sa stawt.”

Lucifer didn’t let the comment pass though as his face twisted into one of alarm and question before he attempted to mask it with a plastered fake smile that was pulled too tight and didn’t reach his eyes. “Hahaha..yeah…that's totally normal!” he looked away with wide eyes real quick before putting a gleeful facade back on, “Well you better run along! Can’t be late for work!”

“Ah, shoot! You're right!” you spun on your heels and quickly made your way towards the portal waving at him from over your shoulder. “Thanks for the portal, Luci babe! Lets do this again soon~!” 

The moment you walked through the portal, it closed with a resolute ‘whish’. The smile immediately fell from Lucifer’s face as he sighed out, emotionally spent. He fixed his hat before turning to lean on the banister collecting himself as he played through the conversation with you. You certainly were quite the character, like most of the hotel guests, but overall you had seemed…pleasant. Minus the homicide comment. Also minus your sexually charged teasing.

He looked out towards the city as he thought about what you said before the homicide comment. Him being a decent person which is where Charlie got it. That made his heart swell. While Lilith had certainly taken up the role of primary parent, he liked hearing there were still parts of him in Charlie; especially good parts. He might have fucked up most of the things in his life but, hopefully Charlie would never be one of them. She was too good and he would do everything in his power to make sure she stayed that way.

The image of your smiling face as you pushed his hat up popped into his head. He hoped you were a decent person. It had truly seemed as though you had said all of that in earnest. Your eyes had been soft with a kind smile. A small glimpse of a potentially good being.

“What a whirlwind…” He laughed softly, running a hand down his face, mentally preparing for more social interactions, before he made a portal for himself back to the lobby.

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Talk to Me | k. bakugo

           Fantasy AU!Katsuki Bakugo x [GN]Reader

WARNING(S): suggestive content, angst, lack of communication, abandonment issues if you squint, name calling, toxic dynamic (they're actually a fucking hot mess), making out, shifty hands, sex innuendos, established relationship.

COUNT: 3.4K words [10 mins.]

READ MORE: masterpost [students + bakugo masterlists]

A/N: bro a good bit of this was written in like 2019 n i had to come up with something. originally, this was requested by someone ion fw no mo but i wanted to finish it lol. 😭 i didnt want it to end up in smut (like it was requested) so now you have this like… angsty-vague thing! idk lol. this will be followed by a hc part two that is more ehhhhh mature. ALSO if youre relationship is like this, do not let it be, amen. 🙏🏽🙏🏽 thank for reading. 👵🏽

“Where the fuck is she, dunce face?!” Bakugo demanded, shaking the frightened dark-haired blonde who had his signature lighten bolt streak in it. The startled warlock tries to pry himself out of the explosive man's strong grip in irritation.

“I-I don’t know! She came around here like a week ago! How am I supposed to know?!” Kaminari exclaims, tears now beading in his eyes, whining desperately wanting to get away from his angry friend. Bakugo glares deeply into Kaminari’s eyes before letting him go, not passing up the opportunity to judge the space and ignores Kaminari rambling about his potions.

“There goes this week's rent portion…” He pouts cleaning up the bottles and trying to seperate them to put off to the side as he tries to fix the mess Bakugo made.

‘If you aren’t here now, then where the hell would you be?’ Bakugo huffs in thought as he leaves the small shop and looks around the area. The man’s anger quickly continued to scale up as he tried to think of something quick. As of now, he had recently been to every place you frequented, this shop being the last resort on his hunt for you. Suddenly he has an ingenious idea, the burst of thought sending him storming back into his friend’s store once again. Kaminari jumps as the door slams open and whimpers in protest pointing an angry finger at Bakugo.

“No get out! You already cause enough damage-”

“Does it look like I give a damn?! Use your stupid orb!” Bakugo growls, marching up to the frightened warlock with his fists balled.

“It’s not an orb, I've told you that!” A pout is seen on his lips, the warlock holding a stern look as a warning. He carefully scoops up the aforementioned tool and glares at Bakugo to protect it from his wrath. Kaminari scrambles in fear when Bakugo bucks at him, not wanting to provoke the haughty man any further. “Fine, fine! But it's not going to be free, nor will I let you smash my crystal ball.”

Bakugo mutters a few curses under his breath before digging into one of his pouches. It takes a few moments before he grabs a considerable amount and slams down a shit ton of money onto the merchant's counter. Kaminari purses his lips and hesitantly leans in to look at the lump sum, raising his brow a bit at how “little” the amount is. A few more curse words and snide remarks are set against him before he happily smiles at the new total.

“Who would you like to see, kind sir?” Kaminari beams.

“Whatever, that bitch who thought she could best me.”

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes and tries to visualize what's happening in the distant moment. His brows raise a bit as he sees the familiar scenery, opening his eyes and a few sparks run through him as he looks around almost as if he was in the moment himself.

“I wh… Um it looks like they’re-”

““They’re?” Who are they with-”

“Yeah! This is the place I found them, he could hook you up with--Bakugo?” Kirishima asks, pausing as he stares at the disastrous scene before him. His left brow quirks as he could already tell Kaminari was using his orb. He grins with a chuckle, crossing his arms. “Who are you stalking now-”

“That bitch!” Bakugo fumes, pupils turning into slits as they land upon you. You cross your arms and step back each time he stomps towards you until he has you cornered up against a wall. Kirishima is quick to pull him off, Bakugo shoving him off as he glares sharply at you. “I thought thieves aren't allowed in this part of town.” Bakugo growls without paying any attention to his friends, his boiling rage making you scoff out a laugh.

“Is that how you talk to people, fuck face?” You cross your arms and tilt your chin up at him.

Bakugo immediately goes in to lunge at you, the other men in the room moving to get between you two. “You know you took my fucking money, bitch!”

His exclamation seemingly offends the other two although it wasn't directed at them, a round of dramatic gasps sounding from them. The red haired dragon who brought you in presses his hand against Bakugo's chest to hold him back, while the warlock behind the raging barbarian takes his place in holding his arms back.

“Bakugo! What's gotten into you?!” Kirishima asks before giving you a questionable look that undeniably had a look of sympathy behind it as well.

“They took my money at the bar and never paid me back,” Bakugo bucks at you with each word, a smug grin breaking out into your lips as you suddenly remember what had happened prior to his drastic outburst. “30,000¥!”

“You make a ton of money, you've probably made it back already.” You roll your eyes in correspondence.

Recently, Bakugo has once again felt trifled by you. You and Katsuki had known each other for quite some time now, and have a long wrap sheet with each other. Truth be told, Katsuki sure as hell made up the money you had taken in no time—but that isn't the principle of what you had done. Most importantly that he let himself get played so easily, especially from you.

About two weeks ago, on the night the notorious barbarian had come back from one of his tours, he had only one thing on his mind: unwind. Of course doing that was hard with his status and all, especially from all the promoting he had been doing for months. If there was one thing he could complain about, it would be about how tedious touring is, but that's not what we're focusing on here.

We're focusing on the fact you swindled him out of his fucking money.

That night at the bar was a bittersweet one—Katsuki’s only plan was to get in and get out.

He didn't want to talk to anyone (ever) or fake entertaining conversations and all that bullshit. Hell, if it was possible he'd have to commission Kaminari to make a device of some sort to handle that shit for him in his non-communicative moods. Thankfully, when he was like this , the stingy aura that came from him usually shooed people away from him. Everyone but you.

One moment Katsuki was inhaling the sharp and tangy scent of whisky in his glass as he downed that bad boy in one gulp. When he placed his glass down and motioned for the bartender to fill another, a familiar scent that wasnt the alcoholic beverage overtook his senses. Soon enough, the pressure of someone's body was against his muscled arm and similar limbs wrapped around his forearm.

“Katsu,” You whispered in his ear, smiling deviously as he didn't even try to hide the shiver that you elicited from him. “I missed you, why didn't you tell me you were in town?” You pouted and took a seat next to him.

“I just got back, how the fuck am I supposed to tell you that, exactly?” He grumbled, taking another sip from his glass to ease his stress.

“You could've lettered me.” You take his glass and have a helping for yourself, a hiss following after as you finish your serving. “I don't know how you drink these things -”

“What do you want, Y/N?” He finally faces you and snatches the glass out your hand and slams it down on the surface for another helping. A sharp look pointed at the attendant makes them quickly go to make another glass for him.

“Come with me tonight, haven't seen you in forever.”

The suggestion easily made his cock stir. It didn't help that your newly placed hand now sat at the top of his thigh, mischievous hands softly squeezing around the area but not reaching the place he needed you most.

You always had such an easy effect on him, something he hated. Which is why you two were on some fucked up on and off relationship that had no real direction.

You two would care for each other like devoted lovers, but then the next moment you two were arguing like there was no tomorrow. You would have amazing sex, and then jealousy would ensue. Various moments on where you two would find solace in one other was always drowned out by the toxic compatibility you two had going on. Just two individuals who had a lot to give but no clue how to healthily do so.

Irredeemably so, he liked what he had with you. It was toxic for sure and everyone was sick of it except for the two of you. He wasn't even sure how it even developed into this. Unorthodoxly Katsuki was always willing to do anything for you, as you would for him. Except he has resources you didn't, especially money.

That night when he let you come over to his place without second thought is the night where the longest beef you guys had in your “relationship” started. Your original idea was to bring him back to your place but seeing how fucked up he was before you had even got to the bar made you almost feel sorry for him. You begrudgingly dealt with his slobbering and drunk self as you tended to him, periodically swatting away his shifty hands and sloppy kisses.

“Mmnnn thought you’re gonna suck it..?” Katsuki tugged at your waist and pulled you into his lap, his boner proudly pressing into your hip.

“I'm not fucking you in this condition, Katsuki.” You roll your eyes and lay him back down on his bed and somehow manage to untangle yourself from his grasp. When you stand up again you press his shoulders back and point your finger at him as if he were a disobedient child. “I'm being fucking serious! Go to bed or I'll tie you up.”

“You're not my fucking mom!” Katsuki looked you up and down with angered sass, crossing his arms and defiantly looking away with a huff.

“Good, cuz you certainly wouldn't be acting like this!”

“Don't talk shit about my mom!”

“You brought her up first you dumbass!”

With Bakugo’s stubborn nature, he ended up arguing with you until he passed out. All your other attempts beforehand were as domestic as they could be, but of course this is the way you could get him to fall asleep.

You took a few moments to watch him sleep peacefully, his face as beautiful as an angel. His eyebrows that always furrowed in tension were eased and relaxed, the small wrinkles in his forehead smoothing as he fell into slumber. His eyelashes were a luscious and gorgeous batch although being short. His mouth was slightly agape as he started to snore, his body now completely in slumber from his extenuating busy job. You carefully leaned over to close his mouth to avoid the snoring and place a chaste kiss to his forehead before pulling back. It really was lost on you why you two couldn't just function normally but that was something to figure out on another time.

You quietly but hastily put together the things that could help him for when he wakes up in the morning, even cooking him up something that could be reheated without losing its quality. You carefully set everything up on his nightstand and left a little note for him to read when he wakes up. Getting ready to leave, you realize something sticking out of the pocket he was once wearing that night. You glance at him one last time before tip toeing your way to his pants pocket and light upon your discovery.

30,000¥

The way your pupils dilated in circumference gave you expert vision in being able to examine the money, and wasted no time whatsoever counting the dollars over. Shamelessly, you made your decision fast. In record timing you were stuffing the wad of cash into your shirt and happily trotting out of his place into the young night.

The two males who devotedly choose to stay neutral in the matter moved a little, their wary expression now falling on you for your rebuttal.

You look away with a bit of shame, pouting as you do so. “I needed it for something.”

“So you wait till I'm sleeping?! What'd you even use it for!”

“That's none of your business!”

“Hell yes it is, it's my fucking money!”

Kaminari swears under his breath and pinches the bridge of his nose as you two start your yelling match, looking over at the other unlucky bystander that so happened to be there. Kirishima deeply sighs and nods as he steps back from them, his friend doing the same.

“You know what? Why don't you two go settle this in the backroom,” Kaminari yells over you both and waves an arm between you two to gather your attention. He gives a forced smile and dramatically swings his arms to motion your attention towards the hall of the shop. “I'd rather you two be a nuisance where my products and eardrums aren't in jeopardy.” Although his words are framed as a suggestion, it's imposed as a command; he respectively grabs both of you and tugs you to his ‘meditation room' (he uses it for when he sleeps on the clock) and shoves you two in there.

A pregnant silence follows you two when your fate in the enclosed place is sealed by the sound of his friend’s footsteps walking away. There's no doubt you two are locked in here, Kaminari has done that several times as you guys more than often ended up having bickering sessions in his shop. You hesitantly look up at him as you two are a few meters away from each other. You, closer to the bed as he was close to the door. When your eyes meet with his, Bakugo charges at you with conviction.

With quick steps he's right in front of you and gripping your jaw in one hand, red eyes burning into yours. Without any prior notice he leans in to press a kiss to your lips with force, his plump lips softening the blow. You groan against his mouth and immediately wrap your arms around his neck, both of you in a fight for a dominance that neither of you want to give up. Angrily fighting against each other for different reasons.

His hands greedily grip at your hips and forces you to sit down on the bed, his handling breaking the rough kiss. Heated contact between you two doesn't halt yet, but neither of you move to remove any clothes, just simply trying to get close to one another. You chase his lips as he takes pride in starving you of the pressure of his lips, his actions prompting you to grab the back of his neck and cement him on you again.

As of now his body is completely pressed against yours as you two occupy the bed, tensions rising in the warm room. This time when pulls away for air you don't protest, allowing yourself to catch up with him.

“Tell me why you're angry, hm?” Bakugo asks in a low voice, lips brushing against yours tauntingly. His hands although so used to gripping your hips so roughly held your body so tenderly, his gaze stuck on your lips and his body pressed against yours. Your silence does bring a concern to his thoughts, eye flickering up to meet yours.

Your bottom lip quivers as you can’t find yourself to speak like how you usually do, not even a toxic or sassy remark to mask how overwhelmed you felt. There's only a short moment where you wordlessly try to come up with something, maybe some pathetic excuse to mask your worries but nothing comes up. Instead, you breakdown in a sob, heart clenching in humiliation as you ca longer hide your anxiety behind toxicity and anger. Bakugo coos at your burst in emotions, enveloping you in a hug as he knew better than to press for more information. Against your will, your body succumbs to his familiar heat, face nuzzled into the comfort of his neck.

“I really would've appreciated it if you were here with me when I had my diagnosis, Katsuki.” You start off not wanting to continue, already knowing that he wouldn't like what you wanted to tell him. “I know you told me not to go alone, but… months? You didn't even tell me when you were going to be back.”

You feel your lover’s body tense up as he pulls away, his face stern as he tilts his head to meet your eyes. “You know I told you not to go alone—”

“I know but I couldn't wait anymore. It was killing me,” You solemnly look up at him for comfort.

His eyes soften immediately as you look at him and he pulls you in for a chaste kiss on your forehead, letting you rest against him as he settles for holding you tight. Bakugo wasn't good at these things, saying stuff that could make you feel better. But one thing was for sure, he liked holding you and he knew that's something you needed right now. After a few moments of collecting his thoughts he speaks to you.

“I just don't want you going through this by yourself. I'm not mad at you, okay?” Bakugo reassured you softly, large and warm hand rubbing your back as you completely leaned on him. “I know we go through some shit but I know it was selfish of me to leave so soon.” You merely nod, giving him a squeeze as you can't find any words to formulate. “I guess I was also scared to find out, but I should've been here with you instead…” Katsuki takes a few moments to gather himself, nervously biting his lip as he mutters against your hair, “I’m sorry.”

A silence falls between you two, a comfortable one albeit the circumstances and atmosphere. There were many things that needed to be talked about but a silent mutual agreement settled between you two as you calmed your chaotic energies. You couldn't even remember the last time you and Bakugo did this—just basking in each other without the verbal fights between you two. You both had to admit that it was a weird but welcoming experience. Bakugo shifts as he attempts to readjust himself, clearing his throat as he does so.

“When's the next appointment?” Bakugo breaks the silence.

“Um,” You pull yourself up from his embrace, rubbing your eyes as you gather yourself up. “Tomorrow at three o’clock.”

Bakugo seems to think for a moment as he glances at the clock on the wall, eyes later searching for a calendar. He definitely had some stuff to do tomorrow but he was willing to clear some space for you.

“... Do you want me to come?” Your boyfriend looks down at you, features softer than ever. His expression was similar to his sleeping one, his calm and delicate features being highlighted. Your pupils dilate upon being asked and you quickly nod your head, not being able to hide the flustered smile sprouting into your lips.

“O-Of course!” You hold his hand. The blonde haired male looks away flustered at how endearing you look, rolling his eyes as he hesitantly lets you hold his hand affectionately.

“Oi, quit acting like that.”

“Like what?! Don't ruin the moment!”

“Acting all soft n’ shit, it's weird!”

“Don't fricken start with me, Mr. “I Don't Want You to Go Through This Alone!””

On the other side of the door, two nosy friends have their ears pressed against the door, a questionable glance being met as they slowly retreat from the door. Kaminari does a motion with his hand to silently unlock the door, a small sigh coming from Kirishima as he crosses his arms.

“You think they're good?” He whispers, not risking being heard from the couple in the room.

Kaminari snorts and leads the way back to his shop with a shrug, “They'll be just fine.”

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[skjeinon]

captain doesn’t have to know - jeremy swayman

summary: you’re patrice bergerons little sister visiting him and his family during the holidays for christmas. one so you can go to the winter classic but also to see the family- the bergerons are hosting a small dinner for any of the team that wanted to show up on christmas eve. this is where you’re reunited for the time of the better with jeremy swayman..

warnings: smut 18+ , literally the longest one person fic i’ve ever written, jeremy swayman gets a little kinky in the end, porn with plot and lots of it, no proofread which is probably an awful idea, maybe wrong wag names sorry

The environment that patty and his wife steph create for you when you visit is nothing you’ll ever take for granted, especially this year during christmas. when you arrived and got up to the guest room, you saw steph had lit candles and given you new sheets and silk pajamas for the two weeks. she had given you soaps and salts for baths and the bathroom connected to the bedroom was nothing but beautiful with amenities for you to enjoy while in their humble abode. the flight to boston had been nothing but stressful but you gave it some praise due to the fact that it had been worse two days before christmas in the past.

you knew tomorrow was their little get together so you relished in the fact that it was calmer in the house, as you turned on the lamps in your room and put on the silk pajamas that had been laid out for you. you unpacked and knew you could smell something being cooked downstairs as you saw coming in, when patrice had gone to pick you up, that steph was cooking dinner but also preparing for tomorrow night as well. you enjoyed it, knowing you’d get a nice home cooked meal. college has been kicking your ass, so home cooked meals are far and few between.

making your way downstairs, the kids were giggling as they played with toys, sitting on the floor with patrice. you walked past them, smiling at the fact that they were filled with blissful ignorance, knowing only that christmas was two days away and that tomorrow, they’d probably be brought gifts by the team to add to their collection of gifts under the tree.

seeing stephanie behind the counter, you made your way to sit on one of the stools, starting small talk with her before she asked “where are y’all’s parents for the holidays?” knowing you probably wouldn’t be in boston if it hadn’t been for some other reason.

“did patrice not tell you?” you questioned.

“he did, but i will be frank, i just don’t remember” she shrugged as she cut away at some vegetables going into a dish.

“ah, well they’re going to south america for a few days, they’re coming back up north to boston for the winter classic though” you said as you watched her hands move expertly. in the few seconds of silence, she got an idea and smiled “would you like to try some of this soup? it’s for tomorrow night but i need a good judge.” you smiled and nodded and she gave you a bowl, which sparked thoughts in your noggin.

“so who’s coming tomorrow? to the party” you said as you took a spoonful into your mouth, as you swallowed you gave her compliments on it and smiled. she smiled at your compliments before thinking on the question.

“oh well, brad, his wife and kids, mcavoy, jeremy and jake, taylor and linus and linus’ wife, nick and his kids and probably a few other kids or girlfriends or even players. i cook to feed an army so that everyone is well fed.” she shrugged, she began to clean up, wiping down the counters before pulling some plates out. it was time for dinner and after dinner maybe you’d go and take a bath after. but alas, right now you were about to chow down. “dinner time!!” steph shouted, the kids and patty walked into the kitchen ready to eat.

—

that night you found yourself in the bathroom, in the tub taking a warm bath while you looked through instagram, taking every name you remembered and searching them on instagram. it wasn’t as if you forgot names or faces but in reality you hadn’t been around the team enough in the last few years to remember them all perfectly, especially the older guys. you knew you liked jeremy, i mean you were following him on instagram and he followed you but honestly, even then you didn’t know him super well. you thought he was cute but you thought charlie was also cute.. even david- besides the point. you continued your adventure before you shaved and washed yourself down. you found yourself back in the silk pajamas and soon enough in bed. you had another long day ahead of you so you knew sleeping early would strongly be to your benefit.

the moment you laid down, you honestly knocked out, sleeping well into the morning, showing further how tired you were when you woke up to knocking on your door before the kids ran in to wake you up. “auntie!!” they chanted before attacking you in bed, shaking you before you sat up. smiling, you held them and shook them around before patrice came and got them. “cmon kids, aunt y/n needs her beauty sleep.” he smiled as they ran to him, gently closing your door before you got out of bed.

“i guess that was a good wake up call..” you mumbled as you looked at the clock, seeing as it said 9:56 am. you realized you slept in so late and almost cringed a little before you went and brushed your hair, teeth and washed your face. instead of remaining in your pajamas, you simply changed into some simple clothes for the day and made your way downstairs.

“morning sunshine” stephanie said as you walked into the kitchen, she was cleaning up from breakfast but pulled the plate with your food on it from the microwave. she sat it down as you sat down and offered you some coffee before she went back to doing what she was doing. her and patrice had been cleaning the house and cooking some more already, as they wanted to take the kids ice skating before the party tonight. to not only fire them out a little but to give them a nice skating experience on a nice day like christmas eve.

as you finished eating, everything for the day was set in motion and everyone finished getting ready to leave the house. you joined them in ice skating and the outing was a success. you all had fun but coming back home, you knew you’d probably be sore the next day. to relieve this, you took a warm shower before everyone planned to arrive, doing your makeup and hair as well. you picked out a dress to wear that night way before you had even packed to come to boston. it was a deep red, crushed velvet dress that held your hips while puffed out at the sleeves. you had white tights and black boots with it , and it was almost santa-ish when you looked in the mirror. looking at yourself, you felt cute and hoped to gain something from it. whether it was compliments from wives or the kids saying “you’re so pretty!” you hoped to gain something.

you walked down the stairs and saw the tree lit up with all the other gorgeous lights and christmas decorations lit up. you smiled and walked through the living room to see the dining room and eating area near the kitchen set with gorgeous dining areas and beautiful centerpieces. you walked into the kitchen, it being empty as steph was with the kids helping them get ready. patty walked in and was wearing a nice button up. “you look nice” you smiled to him and he nodded. “same to you. i hope you feel good about tonight. i know it may be weird for you to spend christmas eve with the boys and not mom and dad.” he said leaning into one of the chairs at the bar top. you shrugged.

“it’s fine. i think i’ll enjoy myself.” you smiled, before hearing the sound of a knock at the door. you hustled to the door with patrice following behind you. you answered the door with a smile, it was brad, sloane and the kids. he smiled seeing you- “Y/N Bergeron, who dragged you into town!”he smiled before offering you a hug as him and his family walked in. the rest of the night when letting people in, it was all very similar except for when jeremy saw you…

he was one of the last ones to show up, fashionably late with flowers for stephanie and some baked goods for desert. you were on door opening duty while stephanie and patrice hosted. opening the door, you saw his tall thin stature walk up to the door. “hi!” you smiled and he stared at you for a moment, silent before he realized he needed to speak. “h-hello! i didn’t realize you were coming into town-” he laughed, his cheeks turning pink. “it’s good to see you.” he smiled walking in. you closed the door behind him, offering to take the flowers from him. “it’s good to see you too..” you smiled up at him, but he simply was staring. you thought that maybe he was a little dumb but seeing him this shocked at your presence made your cheeks burn.

you walked with him into the area everyone else had made themselves home at. a few guys waved to him and charlie stared at you for a moment before staring back at him as you walked through the living room to the kitchen. charlie gave jeremy a thumbs up- against my own knowledge. standing in the kitchen, you showed steph the flowers that jeremy had brought her and ordered him to sit down the dish he brought with him. the rest of the girls who stood with steph talking complimented the flowers which just made jeremy’s cheeks burn brighter before he dismissed himself.

“hey y/n?” sloane said as you cut the ends of the flowers off to put them in a vase.

“yes?” you turned your head, looking at her as you placed the flowers into the vase. she noticed the way jeremy stared at you and was curious.

“do you and jeremy talk outside of when you come to boston?” she asked , you were a little confused but complied. “uh, no not really. sometimes we chat, like he’ll respond to a story i’ve posted. we’ve had a few long conversations before though” you shrugged and went back to looking at the flowers.

“hm, do y’all talk a lot when you come to town?” she said , thinking ab other events that you had attended with him present.

“yeah i’d say so. he’s probably the easiest to talk to. we’re pretty close in age and he’s super sweet.” you smiled to her, trying to figure out what she was getting at. you knew that the moment you finished in here, you’d go into the living room and sit next to him and you both would pick up a conversation like you didn’t have lapses in speaking.

“hm- okay!” she nodded her head and continued on before you interrupted her. “wait- why do you ask?”

“jeremy was red in the face the moment you walked him in here.. i just think he likes you.” sloane spoke with the utmost confidence while steph and janelle agreed. a small smile came to your face, because you knew you had fond thoughts of him but just never chose to say or do anything about it because it never seemed right. i mean he’s the goalie for your older brothers team. it’s not like jeremy is older than patty or anything but it just seems wrong. the whole team will be on his ass if he breaks your heart. that’s caps sister.

your heart ached a little before you walked back into the living room, seeing the empty seat next to him where you felt as if you had seen someone sitting in before but you ignored it as you came and sat next to him.

“so- how have you been?” he said, looking down at you with a smile. you turned to face him, his eyes shining with the christmas lights that decorated the room. “i’ve been good.. how about you?” you said, nudging him slightly. “it’s been good. being apart of a professional sports team isn’t the least physically demanding job yknow, but i get by.” he smiled, leaning back against the couch. you did the same, getting comfortable. “you started your senior year this year right?” he asked, watching as you turned to look at him.

“yeah it did, it’s going pretty good. senioritis hasn’t really hit me yet, i’m hoping it doesn’t. the faster i can get to boston to stay, the faster i’ll be glad college is nearing its end.” you spoke, your body a little closer to his as you turned to speak to him easier, your hands at your thighs, playing with the hem of your dress.

“oh- you’re coming to boston after college??” he said, trying to hide his excitement. “how come?”

“i was offered a job with the boston celtics once i graduate” you looked down, staring at your hands, hiding the joy on your face.

“seriously?? that’s awesome, y/n!!” he say up, placing his hand on your arm, almost overjoyed at the idea of you getting a successful job with someone so soon.

“i know right!!” you giggled, looking up at him. he had a beaming smile on his face and you were just a little stunned at how … cute.. he was. your cheeks were warm as you looked away, and before you knew it, dinner was called. the growing tension was broken as he pulled his hand away from your arm to stand up, but when he stood up, he noticed your heels and offered you his hand. “mlady..” he smiled as you took his hand, he kissed it gingerly, watching you stand up from your seat.

“why thank you, kind sir..” you smiled back, squeezing his hand before letting go, him following behind you as you went to get food. Filling your plates, everyone scattered to the different seating areas, you finding yourself in the dining room, one of the first to sit down. after a few minutes, jeremy walked into the dining room. “do you mind if i sit with you?” he asked, pointing to the seat next to you. you shook your head, he came by and joined in by sitting with you at the table. others came and sat down around the two of you, but a small bubble formed around the two of you as you both talked and giggled over stupid stuff that no one at the table would get like the two of you.

when you finished your food, you got out of your seat after speaking to him saying “are you done? i can take your plate..”. this resulted in him also getting up, he followed you to the kitchen and the two of you were standing alone in the kitchen while you cleaned off your plate and his. most people had migrated back to the living room if they weren’t still chatting at the table. everyone who had finished, respectfully had cleaned off their plates and you praised them silently for it.

jeremy walked around, picking from the ham left out. you turned around and snapped at him. “hey! knock it off” a laugh fell from your lips, grabbing a towel to dry off your hands.

“i’m sorry!” he stuffed a piece into his mouthc watching you throw away the paper towel. you walked over to him and stood against the countertop after having grabbed a small piece for yourself. he turned to watch you, placing his hand on one side of you to lean against the counter rather than standing on all his weight.

“you’re here for the winter classic right?” he said, staring down into your eyes, he was good at eye contact in conversations. you nodded, swallowing before giving an answer.

“i have to go home like the day after, but i definitely am.. why do you ask?”

“oh well.. uh i was wondering if you wanted to go out and get breakfast or lunch or coffee or something one day.. while you’re still here. you should even come to the game on saturday or something.. i won’t be here tuesday or wednesday..” he almost kicked himself when he said the last bit. of course you knew he wouldn’t be here, his captain is your brother.

“are you asking me out, jeremy?” you tilted your head over against your shoulder, giving him a devious little smile.

“yeah.. i think i am.” he said leaning in a little closer, arrogance washing over him a little. confidence came easy when girls gave into his flirtatious acts. “i should’ve done it a long time ago.” he said as he leaned closer to you. your cheeks burned a dark red as he got closer. you took a moment in your head to acknowledge what he was wearing.

it was a dark brown flannel, jeans and some boots that matched the rest of the outfit. his sleeves were rolled around his wrist and his hands that you thought were usually bare, had a nice little bracelet around his wrist. everything about him just screamed he was more than an athlete. he seemed so genuine and soft with what he wore. you knew he was outdoorsy and you thought that was super cute about him. his face was gentle, and facial hair always fit how he looked. you’d thought in passing about how it would feel to kiss him, but right now as he inched closer, you thought about it now more than you ever had in your time knowing him.

“yeah?..” you spoke in almost a whisper, allowing him to come closer, as he placed his other hand down next to you.

“mhm” he hummed, coming in closer. “is it too soon to kiss you?” he said, a short laugh falling through his words. you shook your head and he placed his lips against yours, pulling himself in closer, with his legs on either side of you, a hand coming to hold the side of your face as your lips fit almost perfectly to his.

his were soft despite the constant chill he finds himself in. he couldn’t stop thinking ab the strawberry taste on your lipgloss. he would kiss you forever if it meant he’d taste it over and over again. slowly, he pulled away with a smirky little look on his face before he let go of your cheek and stood up straight. “we’ve spent too long not talking to each other enough..” the two of you let out a gentle laugh at his words.

“i’ve always been fond of you.” you shrugged as you stood up on your feet, stepping out from under him. before walking away, to join people in the living room, you have him a quick kiss on the cheek. “i can’t wait for you to take me on a date, jer.” you spoke in his ear before joining everyone else.

you sat with him for the rest of the night, but honestly couldn’t stop thinking about how you managed to pull him in a simple few hours. you had always wanted him and how you finally had him.. life is on your side.

you also just couldn’t get his lips off your mind… ugh.

—

christmas came and went.. it was a lovely day but honestly you couldn’t get your mind off of jeremy. that night after he went home, the two of you chatted almost the entire night until you forced yourself to sleep, knowing the kids would just wake you up in the morning. they did. but in that night where you talked to jeremy, you had decided where you would go and you decided thursday after they had come home, you’d go and get dinner together.

dinner was intimate, but maybe not as intimate as breakfast. patrice still doesn’t know but as long as jeremy can keep it a secret, you’ll be flying smooth. on the two nights they were gone, you helped steph a lot, hanging out with her and getting deep into conversation with her as well. you folded and told her about jeremy, but only so she could help keep it a secret.

“me and jeremy are going to dinner when they come home tomorrow ..” you hummed to her, thinking about it, but also just needing to see if she could cover for you. “i don’t want to tell patrice.. do you have any idea of how to cover it?”

“aww that’s so cute.. did he ask you out at dinner?” she said, sitting down, handing you a warm cup of tea, thinking about a resolution to your problem.

“yeah he did..” you smiled, looking down at your mug, trying not to blush at the basic idea of it.

“well, do you have any friends here? any that you just like don’t keep much contact with?” steph asked

you shook your head.

“what if you just pretended to be going on a date” she shrugged. you honestly thought that was probably the best idea and nodded your head.

“oh yeah, that’s definitely a good idea- especially cause i’ll probably be dressed up. you’re brilliant!” you smiled, leaning back into the couch, taking a sip of your tea. the kids had been laid to bed a bit ago, but you and steph stayed up watching the hockey game. you had watched the game the night before when jeremy had played, later that night you talked to him until he forced himself to sleep- he was bummed about the overtime loss against the senators. tonight linus was playing. you didn’t know linus that well, you wish you did though. he seems very sweet and you know that him and jeremy were very close.

that night you slept in peace knowing that they’d be home in short time tomorrow, their game only having been in new jersey. you spoke to him a little after the game but you were just tired and maybe a little over excited about the dinner date to come. waking up the next day, it was probably the most peaceful day so far because somehow steph got the kids out of the house with her to run errands before you even woke up. when you woke up it was late morning and you had 1. a goodmorning text from jer, 2. a text explaining why steph and the kids were gone and 3. a text from patrice saying what time they’d land and be home, but it was to a group chat with you and steph in it. you thought it was a little silly, but carried on.

over the day, you drank a nice cup of coffee while staring out the window, the day being not totally gloomy but a few grey clouds in the sky. you then ate something for breakfast before going to your room to take a long bath. in the almost hour and a half you spend in the bath you end up shaving your legs, doing a face mask and washing your face, preparing to wash your hair and simply just thinking about that guy you were gonna see tonight.

after washing your hair and body, you got out and did the rest of your routine, hoping this late morning was shifting quickly into a late afternoon which it was. Patrice, Steph and the kids have come home at this point, which helps you gauge where jeremy is in his day, though you knew anyways as between everything you’ve chatted with him. he got home almost an hour ago… two hours ago… oh god you’re just behind on everything you need to get done.

he was getting you at 5 and after stalling in the bath, while also stalling between coffee and breakfast and breakfast and picking clothes and picking clothes and a bath- time slipped away from you, so now you had to get hair and makeup done in the time between now and five..

you hustled and hustled until you were satisfied, seeing that text from him saying “i’m on my way now” made it all worth it, as you kicked your shoes out of your way to sit down on the bed for a moment, taking a deep breath. you flailed your hands around your face, fanning it before you leaned over pulling your shoes on, they were boots, leaving you a few inches taller than you were with them off. you grabbed your things and made your way downstairs.

steph and the kids were sitting in the living room watching a movie, patrice was in the kitchen making dinner.

“wow!!” steph exclaimed, prompting you to give a small twirl while the kids stared in awe before exclaiming how pretty you looked. patrice walked over, observing how you looked. “where ya goin, pip?”

“i have a date with someone i met on a dating app” you shrugged with a small smile. he nodded quickly and turned around to go back into the kitchen.

“does he have a jacket you can wear? it’s chilly outside..” he said, referring to your dress. it wasn’t short but alas it was a dress, you’d be chilly no matter what.

“yeah i’m sure he does..” you felt your phone buzz in your hand, you looked down to see his text light up your phone. “oh goodness, he’s here! okay! bye!! love y’all!!” you said as you slipped out the front door, hustling so that the chances of patrice seeing his vehicle were low.

he unlocked the car and the moment you got in, his infectious smile grew. “hey..” he said, leaning over his center console. you gently kissed him on his lips. “hi..” you smile in response to his own.

“how was the fight?” you asked as you pulled the seatbelt over your lap, staring at him as he pulled his car into drive, his eyes stuck on the road.

“ah it was good.. little bumpy but it’s a cloudy day, i can’t complain..” he shrugged, one hand on the wheel, while another leaned into the center console. his hand was sickeningly close to yours, you held your breath hoping he’d move closer. “how has it been since christmas? anything new you haven’t told me about?”

“ah no.. but i convinced patrice i was going on a date with some guy i met online, tonight..” a giggle left your lips, seeing the slight part of his lips from shock.

“you devious little fuck” he laughed. the two of you acted like two teenagers who were forbidden to see each other in some world where your two families or something were at odds. it was fun to act that way, even though you being with jeremy maybe wasn’t as big of a deal as you both made it out to be.

the drive was filled with small laughs and conversations, talking about some tv show you both had watched in passing and favorite movies and actors. his hand slowly sat atop of yours before you got to the restaurant, somewhere in downtown boston you honestly had never been to. when arriving, he opened your door for you, helping you out and continuing to hold your hand as the two of you walked to the entrance. he was nothing but a gentleman.. it really shocked you how calm he was about everything, especially because of how he acted when he first saw you on that saturday night.

though you thought he was calm, in his head his thoughts were racing. he controlled his big smile and blushing face while just thinking about you. your dress was flattering and he tried his best to keep innocent eyes on you. he wanted everything right, so much lead up to this that he needed it to end right- he needed it to end with you.

sitting through dinner was nothing but pleasurable, especially when you shared desert with him, watching as whipped cream sat on his upper lip. “jer, lick your lips please” and as he did, he realized why you spoke your request. he was so.. silly and always had something funny to say. he was never super witty or rude, but was silly. he paid for dinner in whole, and you suppose maybe it was the fact that he was a hockey player and was rich or maybe that he was just a gentleman but you felt flattered by the gesture.

leaving, the two of you slowly walked back to his car.. slowly. you knew you didn’t want to leave him, he felt the same way. standing outside of his vehicle, the two of you stopped. he leaned over you and you stared into those mesmerizing eyes.. thinking about whatever he could possibly be thinking. in silence, he leaned closer to you, and before you knew it the two of you were kissing again.

his hand came to your cheek and pulled you just a little closer. while your hands were against his chest, slowly pushed their way up to his neck wrapping around the back of it. your kiss was deepened by the closer contact until you pulled away to take a breath.

“you should come back to my place..” he spoke quietly, barely above a whisper. the close contact made his silence so loud to you. you nodded and a smile spread across his cheeks. you kissed him once more, then again and again very quickly before the two of you let go of each other so that he could let you into his car so he could drive you back to his. when he got back in and began to drive, his hand ended back over on your side of the car, this time now on your thigh…

-

he lived in some nice apartments, and when standing in the elevator together, your hand brushed against his before you linked your pinky with his. he walked you down his hallway and as you got to his door, you stood there very patiently as he nervously fumbled with his keys. he got the two of you inside and you were almost in awe at how clean it was. he lived lavishly, not in an irresponsible way, but in a way that shows he spent a lot of time and money in making it his home.

he offered you to sit on his couch while he poured the two of you a glass of wine, but you turned down the offer, instead you asked if he had any sodas or .. whatever they called it in alaska. he nodded and asked

“is coke okay? i don’t drink it very often i just keep it mostly for guests.”

and you nodded as you sat down. “sorry i didn’t want a glass, i don’t wanna somehow end up in any situation where i’m hungover tomorrow” you claimed as he offered for you to pull your shoes off and you complied. you already had a drink or two already so you were satisfied anyways when he came over and handed you the can.

“glass or anything?” he asked, standing above you, watching you as you shook your head. he nodded and as he moved to sit down, you spontaneously grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him down to kiss you. he responded by quickly sitting down, deepening the kiss while placing his palm on your thigh, gently squeezing it as you pulled him closer.

“mhh” a soft sound left him before you pulled away.

“yes?” you asked quickly “is this not okay? i’m sorry if i got the wrong-“

“what? no! i was just trying to get a little more comfortable i’m sorry.” he said through a chuckle. your face flushed, a little embarrassed.

“how would you like me to sit for you?” you asked, trying to make both of you comfortable.

“you can sit in my lap?” he asked and you nodded, waiting for him to turn so you could sit in his lap, placing your legs on either side of his. the way he stared at you as you were just barley elevated above him made your stomach twist. his eyes glowed as he placed his hands on your sides, his palms cradling your hips while his fingers gently squeezed the sides of your belly.

you leaned over him and as he turned his head back to meet you, you kissed him. this time it was all more passionate than the last. your hands moved to his shoulders, one closer up his neck before it was holding his face. slow kisses turned into his tongue pressed against yours. his hands slowly moved around your body, down your thighs before taking a gentle squeeze. your dress began to ride up your thighs and helplessly, you allowed him to hold your bare legs, refusing to stop him as his palms held your ass.

your hands on the other hand, moved down, trying to pull at his jacket to get it off of him. breaking the kiss, you whispered “jer..” loud enough to make him stop so he could remove his blazer, while underneath having a dark button down on, something easy for you when you’re kissing him again.

he held you with one hand while the two of you worked together to get the jacket off, before throwing it somewhere else in the living room. the two of you were back to your stupid little tango of touching each other while messily making out, maybe too scared to go further until someone else makes a move.

as you two moved some more, you began to unbutton his shirt.. slowly getting further down to his belt that held his shirt between his skin and pants.

“jeremy..” you spoke softly, separating from him.

“yes, baby?” he said, staring at you, his hands pushing under your dress against your back. your cheeks burned at the word “baby.”

“i need these clothes gone.. yours and mine-” you were embarrassed at the words, you felt needy.. ugh.

“do you want to go to my bedroom instead of the couch?” he asked, his eyes bore into yours. he was mostly trying to ignore your chest in front of him, but was also just trying to seem as confident as possible.

“sure.” you smiled down at him, the question seeming so personal. he made sure he had a good grip around your ass as he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, leaning into his shoulder as he carried you to his room. your hands were linked around his neck as he opened the door, kissing your cheek before placing you down on his plush bed.

you took a moment to observe his room, with big window and gorgeous design, it matched the rest of the apartment. it was clean and his sheets smelled nice- thank god the boy respected himself this much.

“do you think i could take off your dress?” he said, pulling away as he sat you down to get a good look at you as he asked. you nodded and watched as he tried to contain a smile into a sly smirk as he took his hands and slowly pulled the soft material from above your hips up past your belly, chest and then over your head after saying “lift your arms” kindly.

as he threw the dress elsewhere, he observed what you wore underneath. it wasn’t matching on purpose, but definitely had that effect. your bra was a soft yellow while your panties were a lacy black. the bra had a clip in the front while the back had more lace connecting the bra together. “i um..” he blushed as he stared at you.

“sorry- it .. wasn’t super on purpose..” you laughed nervously but he shook his head.

“no, don’t apologize- it’s perfect” his eyes met yours, both of your cheeks burning before he leaned down over you to kiss you. as he did so, he used his free hand to unbuckle his belt and then push down his pants. his shirt remained buttoned as he slowly pushed you back farther onto the bed until you were fully laying down. your hands moved to his shirt and slowly unbuttoned it, until you were reaching down far enough to struggle. he pulled away, unbuttoning the shirt before pulling it off of him. you examined his thin but fit body before he leaned back over you and kissed you again.

he moved past your lips and was kissing at your neck, leaving soft kisses on your skin while he slowly moved down to the valley between your breasts. his hand slowly slid up the side of your ribcage, feeling very divot in your skin before taking your breast into his hand, as he began to kiss at the skin under your bra. he used his free hand to pull the fabric to the side as he kissed and sucked at your soft skin. eventually he switched everything, kissing at the other while holding the previously kissed. after much impatience, he fully sat up again-

“can i take it off?” he said, his hands placed against your ribs, cupping your bra. you nodded.. before speaking

“yeah you can.” you had a small smile on your face as he seemed satisfied with himself as you had said yes. he had you sit up a little and as you were nose to nose with him again, you pressed your lips to his as he unhooked your bra. as he did, he threw it to the side and laid you back down, moving back down between your breasts. as he sucked and kissed at the soft flesh, his knee was placed against your panties, allowing you to helplessly grind against his bare thigh as he sucked at your hardening nipples.

while your ground against his thigh, gentle and weak moans left your lips, until he pulled his thigh away, letting a soft apology leave his lips as he moved down your stomach in kisses, making his way down to your thighs. he asked quickly if he could pull off your panties, and as he did, he kissed at your thighs until he could fully have access to your cunt. it was dripping, and you knew it was as he let out a soft groan as he got a good look at you. he leaned in, a kiss pressing against your clit before his tongue gently licked over it. he replaced his tongue with his thumb momentarily, moving down so he could drag his tongue through your folds. tasting your slick cunt, he tries not to groan as he begins to eat you out, taking you like he was a starving man. his thumb rubbed at your clit, creating a steady rhythm. after a while he switched, beginning to finger you while licking at your clit. your legs began to shake as he flicked at your clit.

“j-jer..” his name fell from your lips as your hips began to buck into his face. “fuck.. jeremy..” you cried out, your head thrown back while your hands came to his hair, gently pulling at his soft curls. he began to work with more pressure, him fingering you a little faster, as he felt your legs shake and press his head between your thighs he knew you were at your edge- and as you cried out his name, your back coming off of the bed, he got the satisfaction of feeling your legs tighten around his head until you could finally come down from your high.

he slowly sat up, leaning over your to kiss you before he looked at your flushed face. your eyes were doughy as you stared at him.

“you okay?” he spoke softly, moving your hair out of your face. you nodded and he smiled. “you need some water?” and you nodded again. “do you have any words?”

“yeah.. i’m just saving them for later..” you teased, poking him in the belly before he rolled his eyes, getting out of the bed to go and get you a glass of water. as he walked back, you observed his body, seeing the trail of ginger hair that trailed down his midriff. you stared at his frame, he had so much muscle on his skinny frame, almost making you drool before you sat up to take the water. he handed it to you, sitting down next to you. you tilted your head back, downing almost the entire glass.

when you finished, he took the glass from you and placed it on the bedside table. the slender guy leaned over you and pressed a few kisses against your mouth. “you ready for a second round?” he moved your hair from your neck as he looked down at your body. “yeah i think so..” you smiled.

“would you maybe want to ride me? if not it’s okay..” and you looked up at him, nodding. you wanted to stare at him and just everything about him. “you sure?” he asked.

“yes i’m sure , jer.” you smiled softly as you sat up a little more, urging him to sit down so you could sit in his lap.

as the two of your switched around, he relaxed into the back of the bed frame, allowing you to sit on the lower halves of his thighs, looking down at how his boxers were low on his hips, doing nothing to hide that hardon he had in his boxers.

“can i take them off?” you asked, your hands around his hips. and as he gave you a “yeah” of confirmation, your fingers hooked in the elastic, pulling them from his legs. he pushed his head back, his cheeks a little red from embarrassment before you stared at him for a moment.. your mind was racing as you took your hand and gently wrapped it around his cock.

“nice..” you mumbled, feeling his veins against your soft palms. he was hard in your hand as your fingers barely met in a ring to your thumb. your slowly began to stroke him, observing his abdomen before he finally pushed his head back forward to look at you, watching as you sat there stroking his cock.

“fuck..” he groaned as you rubbed your thumb over the tip of his cock. his hair was a mess from you pulling at it, which only added to the effect of his heavy breaths, soft groans and flushed face. “fuck.. baby- i just.. please just ride me don’t do me like this…” he whined in his deep voice, forcing you to listen. he was so fucking hot.

“yeah okay..” you rolled your eyes, sitting up to place a kiss against his lips. your hand was placed on his chest to hold yourself up while your other hand held his cock, directing it to press against your cunt. his hands came up to your sides, as the tip pressed against entrance. “j-jer..” you whimpered. and again he realized that he had you in the palm of his hand while you began to sink yourself onto him,

“fuck..” you whined, your hands moving up to his neck, wrapping around the back of his neck. your head fell forward, trying to keep yourself composed. his hand moved to the back of your head, tangling into your soft hair, trying to comfort you.

“shhh.. babydoll..” he cooed while he himself tried to stay composed, having mumbled some curses while you took his cock. as you finally adjusted to him, while he fit perfectly inside of you, he helped you begin to fuck yourself on his cock. his hands were on your hips, helping raise them off of his cock. once your legs gained their strength back, he allowed you to hold yourself up on your knees.

“why don’t i fuck you baby..” he spoke softly his mouth close to your ear. he held your hips high as he thrusted his cock up into your cunt. you placed your face in the crook of his neck, your hot breath against his neck as he slowly thrusted into you. his breath was heavy, groans leaving him as you whimpered his name.

“f-fuck.. i’m sorry i-“ you whined, trying to apologize for not being able to ride him like he wanted.

“shh.. it’s okay baby- this is better anyways” he had a smirk on his face, thinking about how not only he was fucking the girl of his dreams, but he had her like putty in his hands. your moans came out in whines and moans as he began to thrust into you just a little harder.

“oh please. jeremy…” you cried, your breath sending goosebumps across his skin.

“yeah baby? tell me..” his hands gripped your hips, his hands on your ass as he thrusted into you.

“it feels.. so good..” your words were drawn out as you called out to him. your eyes rolled back , gasping as he pounded your guts in, increasing his pace and thrust as he fucked into you. your words soon became a slurred mess as he ruined your brain.

he could feel himself getting closer, as his muscles tightened. his grip on you became harder and as you neared the same fate, you struggled to hold yourself up on your knees.

“just a little longer baby.. just a little bit. i can tell you’re about to cum..” he said as he struggled through clenched teeth and holding back on cumming.

“please.. jeremy.. let me- jer please..” you strung together as your knees began to give out. “f-fuck!”

he finally gave in. “okay baby cum for me” he spoke softly, pulling you down on his dick. he held back. he needed to be able to ask if he could cum inside and he was just torturing himself to not let himself go. he let you sit there on his cock, your walls squeezing around him as you sat there with your hands gripping his shoulders while your face was pushed into his neck. you could barely think but as you came down from your high, you just realized he hadn’t cum.

“can i cum inside of you..” he was quiet about it, the room was quiet and it seemed a little awkward.

“oh i’m so sorry i didn’t tell you- yes jer you can.. i’m on something.” you smiled, kissing his neck affirming my before he suddenly picked you up and turned you over, laying you on your back before he was on top of you, pushing his dick inside of you. before you could say anything you were overcome by his cock deep inside of you again, pressing against that weak spot that caused you to whimper.

he took your leg, pushing it over his shoulder, leaning forward. “cmon baby.. do you think you can cum again..” he said as he began to not just thrust into you. he began to fuck you. his free hand was placed on your lower abdomen, reminding you and him of who your cunt belonged to now as he was gonna pump you full of his thick cum.

“oh my god.. baby..” he groaned , almost drowning out your own overstimulated cries. his thrusts were wild and lacked rhythm but probably felt better than anything else as he intended to make you cum as he filled you up.

“fuck im so close.. cum for me again baby.” you could feel it coming as he demanded for it again. “im gonna fill you up, i’m gonna fuck this cunt full..” he threw his head back, groaning deeply again. your body was shaking as he grabbed your other leg, pushing it over his shoulder. you could hear the slapping as he fucked you as hard as you’ve ever been fucked.

“god im gonna cum- baby i’m gonna cum inside of you” he finally said before his cock , which filled you entirely, was fully inside of you, pumping his thick cum all over your walls. he leaned over , pushing your legs with him, showing him how flexible you truly were as your third orgasm came with it. the feeling of his cum inside of you did nothing but send you over the edge, the both of y’all’s moans and groans mixing together to create the most annoying neighbors ever.

his name fell from your lips until you could finally think again. he was still buried deep inside of you as you came back from your high. he sat there, your legs still to your chest.

“you can stay inside of me all you want, but i would like to have legs that work tomorrow..” you said, running your hands through his hair. he nodded and said he sat up, he kissed you quickly before he moved back, letting your legs fall to his sides. he then thrusted into you one more time for good measure.. but mostly just to see your cute reaction to his big cock.

slowly, he began to pull out, staring as the cum became to seep out of your cunt.

“yeah.. i think this date was a success..” he teased as he got up, resisting the urge to lick your creamy pussy. he got up and found a clean pair of boxers before running off to his bathroom go get you a washcloth to get everything cleaned up.

“me too..” you responded as he came back. he got down between your legs and gently cleaned you up before placing a kiss against you clit. he gave you a clean pair of his boxers and a t-shirt to wear.

“you should spend the night..” he said as he handed you the clothes. you nodded in agreement while putting them on. you looked at yourself in the mirror, seeing smudged makeup and a very tired girl with a very cute guy in the background to the mirror. he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your ear and your cheek until you turned your head to kiss his lips. “you’re beautiful…” he said in the softest tone you’ve ever heard from him. “let’s lay down..”

you ended up staying the night and sleeping in late the next morning. the two or you slept, cuddled up like bears. the two of you knew that this secret relationship wouldn’t be a secret very long, especially with you being in boston for another week or so but however much time you could savor with jeremy was enough. you’d be moving back soon anyways but until then

captain doesn’t have to know..

[shadowtriovibes]

break a sweat: chapter three

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Chapter Rating: E

Word Count: 4K

Summary:

At the fifteen-minute mark, you find yourself nervously fidgeting with the fraying ends of your scarf while Lucan Brattleby, now a fifth year, narrates the match into an enchanted megaphone. “Sebastian Sallow races along the south side of the pitch in pursuit of the Golden Snitch,” he calls out. “He’s certainly focused – I’ve seen that expression before, and trust me, you don’t want to find yourselves on the opposite side of Sallow when he’s this keen!”

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November 5, 1892

GAME ONE – SLYTHERIN VS. HUFFLEPUFF

Nearly two months pass before the first Quidditch match of the school year.

During that time, not a day goes by that you don’t curse yourself for not knowing that there are only six matches held throughout the entire year, and that the first doesn’t take place until after All Hallow’s Eve. If you had, perhaps you wouldn’t have agreed to Sebastian’s damned bet.

As stubborn as he is, it’s unsurprising that no matter what you tempt him with, he won’t let himself be talked into your bed any sooner than the moment he has that first Snitch in hand.

Though to his credit, it’s not as if Sebastian is being entirely unreasonable. He’s amenable to a certain amount of exploration – usually, the kind that involves you perched in his lap with his hands somewhere no respectable gentleman would want them to be seen.

It had started after his Quidditch tryouts. You’d kept your distance the rest of the evening in order to let him bask in his success, but the next morning he’d accompanied you back to the common room after breakfast. Having discovered that Ominis had gone down to the greenhouses to tend to his sickly Alihotsy plants, Sebastian invited you up to his room to study.

The only thing you studied that afternoon was exactly how far down his chest his freckles extended.

Eventually, Sebastian had insisted that you take things at a reasonable pace.

“We have to – let’s stop,” he panted, his hands firmly holding your hips in place.

“Let’s not,” you breathed as you dragged your own hands across his bare chest.

“Love, we… we need to stop for now,” he insisted, gently pressing his forehead against yours while he regained his breath. “I need a moment.”

Hesitantly, you asked him, “Do… do you not want to? With me?”

“I want to,” he nearly growled. “Merlin, I want to, but just – not right now. Not right away.”

Then he’d reminded you of your wager and your pride forced you to relent, even though going unsatisfied for weeks and weeks on end despite giving him countless opportunities to take things further was starting to slowly drive you mad.

(It doesn’t help that nearly everything about him tempts you, from the breadth of his shoulders when he shrugs off his uniform shirt, to his firm thighs when you’re straddling him in an empty classroom, and even the plushness of his lips after he’s been kissing you for so long that you forget you’re not to grind down on his lap, or else he’ll make that desperate groaning sound you’re obsessed with and reluctantly shove you away.)

By the time the chill of November creeps over the castle and the first Quidditch Saturday of the year arrives, you’re dangerously libidinous.

Sebastian briefly joins you for breakfast that morning before being hauled off by an anxious Imelda. He pointedly reminds you of your timekeeping duties as he’s dragged away from his half-eaten meal, anticipatory heat burning behind his eyes.

“Timekeeping?” Anne asks warily. “What was that about?”

“Nothing,” you insist, avoiding her gaze as you absently eat the rest of Sebastian’s scone.

Later that morning, you settle into your seat at the Quidditch pitch with so much nervous energy crackling through you that you inadvertently send sparks from your fingertips twice before you give up and shove your hands into the pockets of your cloak.

“He’ll do fine,” Anne reassures you when she notices. “He’s Bash, after all.”

You can’t help but smile at her use of your nickname for him. “That he is.”

Soon, both teams take the field and the overlapping chatter filling all corners of the stands grows louder and louder until it reaches a frenetic roar. The energy is electrifying, and you can easily see why Sebastian fell in love with Quidditch as a boy.

You might just be falling in love with it as well.

As soon as Madam Kogawa blows her whistle, you subtly charm the gleaming pocket watch you’d picked up in Mr. Hill’s shop last summer into a stopwatch. Its tiny, precise arms begin to keep time as the Slytherin and Hufflepuff teams take off into the air.

For the past month, the Slytherin team has carried out a grueling practice schedule that already seems to be paying off. Led by Imelda, the Chasers burst forth in a V formation and easily scoop the Quaffle out of the air as they arc toward Hufflepuff’s goalposts.

Priscilla Wakefield and Oliver Nott hover near the center circle, looking somewhat menacing as they practice swinging their Beater bats with wicked grins on their faces.

“Where did Sebastian go?” you ask, peering around the pitch for a glimpse of green and silver robes.

“Haven’t a clue,” Ominis drawls, smirking as he traces his fingertips across the page of his book on intergovernmental magical law.

You roll your eyes fondly while Anne nudges him with her shoulder and says, “Six years of that joke and it’s never once gotten old! How ever do you do it?”

Finally, after several long minutes of searching you manage to catch a glimpse of your Seeker high above the pitch, circling one of the Gryffindor stands with a hand over his eyes to block out some of the sun.

“There he is!” you exclaim, excitedly grabbing Anne’s arm. “Look!”

But just as you point him out, he takes a sudden dive toward the ground in pursuit of a quick flash of gold. The Snitch manages to evade him by weaving through the base of Hufflepuff’s goalposts, and Sebastian shouts frustratedly as he comes up short.

“Merlin,” you whisper, squirming in your seat. “That was close.”

“He’ll get it next time,” Anne says confidently.

At the fifteen-minute mark, you find yourself nervously fidgeting with the fraying ends of your scarf while Lucan Brattleby, now a fifth year, narrates the match into an enchanted megaphone.

“Sebastian Sallow races along the south side of the pitch in pursuit of the Golden Snitch,” he calls out. “He’s certainly focused – I’ve seen that expression before, and trust me, you don’t want to find yourselves on the opposite side of Sallow when he’s this keen!”

Then all of a sudden, Sebastian’s broom starts to spin out wildly.

“That’ll be a Bludger from Morrison,” Lucan calls out. “Merlin’s beard, that had to have hurt!”

Sebastian manages to right himself and pulls up hard on his broom to come to a full stop, grimacing as he grips the outside of his leg just above his knee. You feel like you might actually be sick watching Sebastian curse inaudibly, his eyes squeezed shut in pain.

“Is he alright?” Ominis asks, betraying his carefully honed indifference. “Has he fallen?”

“No,” Anne says tightly as she leans over the railing. “Just shaken, I think.”

Your nausea soon dissipates and you feel another dizzying wave of sensation take over slightly south of your stomach. Gods, you think – not even a damn Bludger can knock Sebastian off his broom.

After a few steadying breaths, Sebastian takes off once more, much to the delight of the Slytherin students section. Several girls in your year even attempt to start a chant of his name, but it’s cut short when Hufflepuff scores their first goal of the match.

It hardly seems to matter that Slytherin has already scored three; the expectations for the young Hufflepuff team are so low that even one goal against Imelda’s juggernauts is a thrill.

Finally, just as the half-hour mark approaches, Sebastian takes a nose dive toward the ground near the southernmost Ravenclaw section. This time when he extends his arm, his fingers wrap around the tiny golden ball a beat before he lands not-so-neatly in the muddy grass beneath Slytherin’s own goalposts. With a brilliant smile you can see all the way from your seat, he throws his fist into the air and shows off the struggling Snitch.

“Slytherin wins!” Lucan shouts delightedly. “That’s one hundred and eighty points for today’s winners and just ten for Hufflepuff, putting Slytherin firmly in the lead for this year’s House Cup!”

You glance down at your stopwatch – it had taken him precisely twenty-seven minutes and forty seconds.

Sebastian just won your bet, you realize, and even though you have no way to prove it, you’re positive that somehow he already knows as well.

The rest of Sebastian’s teammates land haphazardly on the ground and throw themselves toward him in a tangle of green robes and red, sweaty faces. As much as you’d love to stay and watch the team celebrate their first win, your housemates begin to move en masse as if summoned toward the stairs.

“Why are we leaving so soon?” you ask Anne.

“There’s going to be a party in the common room,” she answers quietly, peering around to make sure Professor Sharp is out of earshot. “It’s hardly clandestine at this point, so I imagine most everyone wants to get back to the dungeons as soon as possible to start celebrating.”

“And by ‘celebrating,’ she means getting into the finer bottles of Firewhisky that Grace Pinch-Smedley smuggled in from Bath,” Ominis chimes in.

“Ah,” you murmur, smirking. “That kind of party.”

While Anne offers Ominis her arm to walk down the stairs to the path back to the castle, you manage to slip away, muttering something about having left your scarf at your seats. (If Anne notices that you’d hastily shoved it beneath your robes in order to fake an excuse, she kindly doesn’t remark on it.)

Rather than exiting the pitch, you sneak below ground and into its winding, tunnel-like staging area. The dejected Hufflepuff team pays you no mind as you slip past them toward the Slytherin changing area.

Inside you can hear raised voices.

“Imelda, you don’t understand,” Sebastian whines. “I need to leave now.”

“There’s a way we do things here, Sallow,” she argues. “I’m your captain, and if I say we’re going to discuss the game before anyone leaves, you’ll stay.”

Sebastian had a few choice words to say to that, but ultimately he relents. You can’t help but laugh softly while you lean against one of the canvas walls lining the inside of the pitch. Ultimately, it only takes ten minutes for Imelda to brutally outline how everyone could improve before the team’s next match – and her only suggestion for Sebastian is to try to find a dryer patch of grass on which to land.

Seconds later, he bursts through the canvas flap and starts to take off toward the castle.

“Bash!” you call out. “Not so fast.”

When he turns on his heel and spots you, his face lights up.

“You waited for me,” he breathes.

“Of course I did,” you reply. “I believe you’ve won a prize, and the nature of it is time-sensitive.”

In a heartbeat, the tender smile on Sebastian’s lips twists into one much hungrier. He looks especially valiant standing before you in his uniform, even with flecks of mud and sweat smeared across his face. His hair, messier than usual thanks to his helmet, practically calls out for you to sink your fingers into it. He’s even kept his pads on, so when he reaches out to take your hand, you feel impossibly small next to him.

“Shall we?” he asks, and then the two of you are off.

It’s so many flights of stairs up to the Room of Requirement. You almost feel bad for Sebastian, but not quite enough to stop relentlessly tugging him higher and higher into the tranquil silence of the Astronomy Tower.

By the time you reach the Room and pause long enough for the wrought-iron door to materialize before you, you’re both out of breath and panting.

“I hear we’ll be missing quite the party,” you comment as the door swings open.

“Don’t care,” he mumbles as he herds you inside and shoves the door shut behind him.

With a shameless whine, you throw your arms around his shoulders and press him back against the door, messily kissing along his slightly stubbly jawline.

“W-wait,” he stammers. “Let me get these pads off, and–”

He cuts himself off, making a face as he glances down at his uniform.

“I need to clean up,” he tells you, suddenly self-conscious. “I must look like hell.”

“You look obscene,” you reply, dragging your hands down his chest pads. “Which is obviously a compliment.”

He wraps his hands around your wrists to stop you from undoing the laces at the front of his trousers. “Just – just let me clean off first. The prefect’s bathroom isn’t far, and just last week I talked Weasley into giving me the password.”

“No, don’t leave,” you whine. “We’ve been waiting so long for this, please don’t make me wait any longer.”

Sebastian is merely a man, he can’t possibly resist the girl he’s been in love with for years when she’s actually begging him to take his pants off.

“I must smell foul,” he laughs. “You’re – you’re actually alright with this?”

“Remember where we are, Sebastian,” you tease him, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the side of his neck. “You only have to imagine what you need.”

For your part, you imagine a plush armchair onto which you can wrangle Sebastian into finally taking a seat, and one quickly spins to life just behind you. You take advantage of his distraction to tug him toward it and climb astride lap.

“It’s the Room of Requirement,” you tease him, straddling his thighs and dragging your nose along his cheek so he’ll tip his head back for you. “If you require something, the Room can provide.”

“I require a bath,” he drawls, cursing quietly when you gently bite just over his pulse point. “Quickly, Room, if you please.”

Sebastian waits patiently while you eagerly strip him of his pads, but the Room doesn’t change.

“I thought you said you’ve taken baths here,” he points out skeptically. “In a huge basin, like the prefects have.”

“I have,” you insist, frowning. “I don’t know why it’s not…”

Then you trail off, your sudden realization making you go red.

“Go on, love,” Sebastian murmurs, sliding a hand up the back of your thigh to lazily palm at your ass underneath your skirt. “I know that face, you’ve solved the riddle. What’s the problem?”

“W-well, it’s my Room, isn’t it?” you explain sheepishly. “So it, um… I suppose it defaults to what I prefer.”

“And what you prefer,” Sebastian says slowly, “is for me to not take a bath?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassed.

“I… I suppose the Room must have deduced that I – I like you like this,” you whisper, dragging your hands across his rumpled Quidditch shirt. “And I don’t need to wait for you to clean off.”

“You don’t?” Sebastian asks, his eyes now impossibly dark. “You’d let me touch you just like this? I’m a mess, I’m covered in sweat and mud and probably some blood, even.”

“Don’t care,” you breathe, echoing his words from earlier as you slide your hands beneath the hem of his shirt. “I want you now, Sebastian, exactly like this.”

He says some absolutely filthy words under his breath, sitting back so he can strip off his soiled uniform shirt. You can’t get your hands on his body fast enough, hungrily helping yourself to his sculpted core, broad chest, and strong shoulders.

He’s less of a mess underneath where his shirt had lain, but his skin is still warm and damp with sweat from the match. You want to put your mouth all over him, everywhere – and there’s so much of him to taste.

“You know, I couldn’t believe it when I first saw you like this,” you confess to him. “You’ve gotten so much bigger since spring, and so handsome… how did you become a man in just one summer?”

“You think I’m the only one who changed this summer?” he asks in a low voice. “Just look at you.”

“What about me?” you ask dumbly.

His hands go straight for your chest, roughly tugging open your blouse with no regard for the longevity of its buttons.

“Here,” he murmurs, his hands cupping your breasts through your thin chemise. “I can assure you that I noticed where you’ve grown bigger.”

You gasp softly as he tugs down on the collar of your chemise until he can lean in and press his mouth to your skin, sucking on one of your nipples and then the other.

“And here,” he murmurs into your chest, his hands returning to the backs of your thighs and sliding up your ass. “You have all these curves now, love, and they’re driving me mad.”

“Sebastian,” you whimper. “Take off my clothes.”

He helps you wrestle your skirt up over your head and recklessly tosses it over his shoulder. When you’re left in nothing but your undergarments, Sebastian wraps one strong arm around your lower back and hooks the other below your hips, easily standing up from the armchair to walk you over to the bed you’d hastily imagined into existence.

Once he has you on your back, he gently tugs down your panties and leaves you bare and exposed to him, breathless and flushed all over. He exhales sharply as he rakes his gaze down the length of your body.

“Your turn,” you remind him, even if part of you wishes he would leave the uniform on.

Once he manages to peel off the last of his clothes, he settles on his knees between your legs and skims a hand up your body, from the curve of your hip all the way up to your cheek.

“Are you truly ready?” he asks you softly. “Have I asked too much of you?”

Your heart aches; Sebastian always stuns you with his sincerity when you least expect it.

You turn your head to kiss his palm and murmur, “No, love. I’m ready, I swear.”

His shoulders drop a little, the last of the tension he’d been carrying for weeks draining from his body. He wants, he always wants so damn badly, and he would never forgive himself if he marred your first time with each other by rushing you.

“Can I touch you?” he asks in a hushed voice.

“Please,” you whine, letting your knees fall wide.

For a while, Sebastian’s hands roam your body without agenda as he finally acquaints himself with your breasts, your hips, the insides of your thighs. You moan softly when he drags his thumb along your entrance, spreading your wetness around until he can easily rub slow circles over your clit.

“How does this feel?” he asks you.

“Good,” you gasp. “So good, Sebastian, just like that.”

“Do you want more?” he offers, and you frantically nod, one of your hands fisting the pillow behind your head.

He carefully presses one long finger inside you, glancing between your face and your entrance to make sure you’re comfortable. One finger quickly becomes two, and when two nearly becomes three, you have to pause and take a breath.

“Enough,” you pant. “That’s enough.”

“Are you sure?” he asks you.

You reach down and wrap your hand around his cock, giving him a few slow strokes while he leaks precum into your hand and groans, reminded of how desperate he is for more stimulation.

“I want you,” you insist. “I’ve wanted you.”

“R-right, yeah,” he agrees, trying to clear his head and focus on the task at hand. “Enough.”

He gently nudges your hand away so he can guide himself inside you, one hand wrapped around himself and the other gently pressing on your inner thigh to keep you still for him.

Underneath Sebastian like this, pinned to the mattress by his hips and hands, he completely overtakes your senses. He’s all you can see, all you can touch — you even taste and smell him.

Masculine sweat. Dark brown eyes. Crisp autumn air. The curve of his collarbone where it meets his shoulder. Woodsmoke. A million tiny freckles. Metallic blood from a split lip. Flashes of copper in his messy curls. Singed pine needles. Pumpkin juice.

Sebastian groans low in his throat as he presses inside, his hair falling into his eyes before he frantically brushes it away so he can see you take him for the first time.

Once he’s fully seated inside you, he bends down and presses his forehead against yours.

“Tell me,” he begs as his hand gently wraps around the back of your neck to hold you close.

“Tell you what?” you whisper, your lips brushing against his with every syllable.

“Tell me that it feels like this for you,” he practically breathes into you. “It feels like you’re — you’re everywhere, like you’re all there is.”

“Sebastian,” you whimper, and his hips snap roughly against yours.

“Say it,” he growls. “Please.”

“You’re all there is,” you gasp. “You’re all mine, Bash.”

He makes a sound like you’ve sucker-punched him, messily kissing wherever he can get his mouth on you – your cheek, your jaw, your lips. All the while he’s fucking you open with relentless, eager thrusts.

He’s not going to last long, but you don’t expect him to. You just want him to feel good – the two of you have already wasted enough time not doing this, so why delay satisfaction any further?

You wrap your legs around his hips to hold him against you, rocking your own hips upward to meet him and coax him closer to the edge.

“I’m going to come,” he grits out, grinding into you desperately the closer he gets to his climax. “Can I finish inside?”

“N-no,” you whimper. There’s a potion you can drink to make it safe, but it takes an entire week to brew. (To your chagrin, the batch that’s been bubbling away at your potions station across the Room isn’t quite ready yet.)

“Where?” he begs.

“Anywhere else, wherever you want,” you promise him, your mind quickly tossing out mental images of him spilling himself across your breasts, into your mouth, on the curve of your back.

He pulls out of you with a reluctant moan and kneels between your open thighs, wrapping a hand around his cock to finish himself off. You watch his eyes while he takes you in, seemingly torn between meeting your gaze and staring transfixed at your fingers between your thighs as you get closer to finishing yourself.

“Next time, love,” you murmur softly. “The next time you fuck me you can finish in me, I’ll take it all.”

“Is that a promise?” he asks breathlessly, still an incorrigible flirt even when he’s moments away from his orgasm.

“Promise,” you whine, spreading your legs a little wider when you catch his gaze lingering again.

You’re so close, desperately rolling your hips against your own hand until you finally tip over the edge, the rush of your release arching your back before you collapse lazily against the bed.

He shuffles forward and groans your name just before he spills, leaving a warm, wet mess all over your stomach and between the cradle of your hips. He makes you gasp and whine when he grinds the head of his spent cock against your sensitive clit, chasing one last touch before neither of you can possibly take any more.

Now you feel properly claimed – especially when he flops down next to you and immediately tugs you against his chest, unbothered by his release smearing between your bodies.

“You’re amazing,” he breathes into your hair. “Merlin, I love you.”

“You love me?” you whisper against his collarbone.

“Mmm, inexorably, in fact,” he answers.

You rest your cheek against his chest and listen to his racing heartbeat for a few moments before you tell him, “I love you too, you know.”

Just then, the Room starts to rumble.

“What’s going on?” Sebastian asks, urgently peering around for his wand.

But he quickly settles and even starts to laugh under his breath when he sees the Room shifting around the two of you to provide a spacious, sunken bathtub in the middle of the room, complete with a luxurious amount of taps that offer an array of bubbles, salts, and soaps.

“Oh, now you want to let me clean myself up?” Sebastian drawls. “After you’ve completely worn me out, hmm? Cheeky thing.”

“It’s actually for me,” you giggle. “I can’t possibly sleep like this, but you’re welcome to join me if you’d like.”

Sebastian noses along your cheek and murmurs, “It would be my pleasure.”

[cursedfortune]

[ FEED ] for the receiver to put a snack into the senders mouth while their hands are busy!

Actions. @fallesto

One could say it was almost one thing after another, but even so there was consistency in the way they got through it. Protected one another. There was no cult, the seemingly endless manor was empty beyond the two of them. For the time being she fortified their personal wing upstairs with magic and spells this world had yet to even see. The alchemy room he had surprised her with had the amenities to be used as a kitchen, and so she did. Keeping all that they need here on this one level. A strategic point, should anyone get wise to the fact he was alive.

The dragon that had once been sighted now was missing along with the witch, and with good reason. The very soul that inhabited such a beast laid upon the bed, back in his body. As he fended off their position she had ventured down into the ruined district of the city, deep beneath it to find his corpse. Atop his head she held his form, unable to deny the short cry of relief to have him in her arms in any capacity. The entire journey home she held him. The stench of his body or its state mattered not, it couldn't breach the love and relief she felt to have found him once more.

She bathed him of the filth, tidied up the damage his body endured. He looked... almost like himself again by the time she was done. Preserving his corpse with an enchantment, she spent the next few days forging the spell needed. Only taking breaks to check on her husband, too large to enter their home. To step out onto the balcony and hold as much of him as she could, speak and energize herself with his presence. Motivation to keep going, to ignore her own exhaustion from conquering a capital city to making one of the most taxing spells known to all.

One wouldn't really know it looking at the witch just how much it took out of her. Regulus, perhaps, for he has seen her defy what exhaustion usually did to her. Passing out after such a thing wasn't uncommon-- up to three days, even. Yet even as she crafted the spell, set it up, casted it she refused to rest. His eyes opening, seeing color return to his face reinforced why she needed to stave off her own needs.

Despite her body being small than his, she carried him with the strength that has slain countless foes. Off the floor where the ritual spell took place and straight to bed. Somewhere comfortable to rest, and rest he did. But not she. The witch couldn't risk passing out and being unable to awaken when he did. Any of her people would need to do such a thing, to sleep and recover energy lost but the most she'd allow herself to do was meditate - build up slowly to keep herself awake.

When he was finally opening his eyes again she shifted the pillows behind him, to ensure he was comfortable sitting up. This body... it experienced much. He'd need a little time to recover, to gain his bearings once more.

She fetched him water, she fetched him softer food. The nourishment was much needed. This body had been dead and she repaired it, migrated his soul back into it but it didn't change the fact there was some catching up to be done to spark life fully back into it. That came with rest, healing physically and mentally, with nourishing his form back into greatness. Setting the water aside she picked up a bowl of stew she had let cook earlier. Easy, soft, she could add plenty of things his body needed to it. Scooting closer to her husband she blew gently, making sure it was at a comfortable temperature before offering him a bite.

"I know it's frustrating, m'love. Just give yourself a few days. Rest today, we can try getting you up tomorrow at the earliest." Though she'd make sure to bend his limbs and make sure they were responding well throughout today, soothing muscles that no doubt were aching still. "Just let me know how you're feeling. Weakness is to be expected first."

Weakness after he knew such strength, both in this body and as a dragon. This must be... so unpleasant for him. Considerate she'd be, of course, for she understood well what it was like to know such helplessness. But he had done so amazingly - even in their failing, he persevered so brilliantly. It made her proud. And though this was unpleasant she knew he'd do the same now.

[ghouly-boiiiii]

My Name Is Cooper

Chapter 2

The Old Familiar Sting

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Lucy x Cooper Howard / The Ghoul

If you're looking for some Ghoulcy that's angsty, funny and kinda sweet with Lucy wearing the pants in the relationship, this might be for you!

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Humor, Banter, Femdom

Summary: Follows Lucy and The Ghoul on their journey after the events of Season 1. Lucy has to come to terms with what she’s learned about the company and people she once trusted with her life and the future of the world, and the bounty hunter's rough exterior starts to break down as he begins to see his old self in her.

After coming across an abandoned vault, they decide to spend the night there and take advantage of its remaining amenities. While there, Lucy finds some of Cooper Howard’s old movies… The same movies she grew up watching with her dad. She puts them in, and as she recalls distant memories and struggles to cope with the truth about her father, she comes to another startling realization…

Authors Note: Thanks so much for all the likes on the first chapter, everyone! I really appreciate all the love you've all been giving this already! I know not much has happened yet, but I really enjoy getting into the heads of the characters and trying to get their characterizations right. Hope you enjoy this next chapter as well!

In this chapter: As the three of them continue on their journey, The Ghoul turns out to be a lot more talkative than Lucy ever expected. She begins to feel a strange sense of familiarity that she can't quite put her finger on, which then sparks in her an intense curiosity about him. It was a welcome distraction for a while, until they come across an abandoned vault, and a flood of intense feelings starts coming back to her that she can't contain any longer.

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1,502

SPOILER WARNING: Contains all the spoilers

No trigger warnings except eventual sexy time with a zombie man. Also drug use probably.

Chapter 2 The Old Familiar Sting

Hours had gone by. It was hot. Lucy was hungry, thirsty, exhausted, but she didn’t really care. The feeling of numbness, of surreal, had not worn off. But strangely enough, seemed to be eased by the presence of the one thing she thought would make it all so much worse…

The Ghoul… 

For all accounts and purposes, she should hate him. He took her captive, banged her up and tried to sell her for parts. This creature… had been so cruel to her. Not to mention, he was rude and sarcastic and downright unpleasant at times, but… strangely… there was something... oddly warm about his presence as well. Something almost… familiar. Like she’d known him before... But she knew that was impossible. Maybe he reminded her of someone, she thought. But she just couldn’t put her finger on who that could be. 

On the other hand, maybe it was just the heat. Or dehydration. Or maybe just the fact that she didn’t want to be alone. Maybe it was because she felt a little safer with someone who had experience in this wasteland. Maybe her head was just in a weird spot after everything that’d happened, or... maybe she was just losing her mind. But for some reason... she found a strange comfort in being around him… and it made absolutely no sense.

As they went along, she found it odd that he just kept talking, despite the fact that he claimed he "preferred the peace and quiet". He still refused to answer any of her questions, but went on to tell her wild stories about jobs and hunts he’s done, monologues about traditions or practices from the old world, and strange philosophical meanderings about the ethics of... “flower flavored candy”.

There was some of it she really didn’t quite understand. Maybe because he was… probably a little crazy, she thought. Or because he was  talking about things that were way before her time, and that her history lessons never mentioned. But it really started to dawn on her just how long this man had been out here… wondering these dystopian wastelands. He’d been alive for longer than she could possibly even imagine. The fact that he was around even before the bombs fell... an event that defined the entire way of the world as she knew it... It was such an alien concept to her. A world where the whole surface was like a vault. No... better than a vault. Where people were safe and happy and free. Where the world was clean, healthy and alive instead of everything being dead or mutated or full of radiation... All the wonderful things he must have seen… and… all the horrible things he must have seen... All the pain he must have gone through… All the people he must have lost... and yet… he talked about it all like it was no big deal. With an unwavering sense of humor to boot. 

It was so… strange. He was a complete conundrum to her. A mystery. A puzzle. She soon found herself wanting to know more and more about him. And since he wouldn’t be straight with her, she also found herself listening diligently to find whatever clues she could decipher… 

At least… it was a good distraction from… all the other awful things she could be thinking about...

That is… until they happened upon something that would bring it all flooding back.

“Well… would you look at that...” The Ghoul said, pointing out a familiar looking structure ahead of them. “Home sweet home. Eh, Vaulty?”

The vault dweller blinked as she looked up at the ruined remains of what appeared to be an abandoned vault. The massive vault door was left ajar, broken and leaning into the wall. The large number in front was no longer decipherable, as it had been scratched off and painted over with graffiti. The entire structure had been defaced, with things like ‘FUCK THE VAULTS!’ and ‘DOWN WITH VAULT-TEC!’ written in large red letters. 

“Well, now… Whaddaya think happened here?” The Ghoul said as he casually strode up to the opening, his eyes scanning the place as Dogmeat sniffed around eagerly.

Protruding out of the ground nearby was the greater half of a billboard that once promoted the vaults, with Vault Boy’s cartoony face grinning cheekily at her, each of his eyes crossed out with the same reddish paint… or maybe it was blood. The original words on the board, ‘Prepare for the future!’ were barely visible, but she knew these kinds of images so well, she didn’t need to see them clearly to know what it said. 

It was too much... She couldn’t take it anymore… She’d had enough.

“AAAGHH!!!” 

The Ghoul jumped a bit when something slammed into the large metal wall in front of him, startled by the unexpected projectile. 

“GHAAGH!!!”

Then another hit, a little lower this time and further away from him. His chin jutted out in slight annoyance as he calmly turned to look at Lucy, who was crying and throwing whatever she could grab. Rocks, bones, hunks of metal… “Motherfucker!!!” She screamed, “Piece of shit!! Motherfucking son of a bitch!!!”

“Huhnn…” The Ghoul murmured as he tilted his head slightly, then felt it wise to get the hell out of the way. He walked back up to her - in a curve so he wasn’t in the line of fire - and watched as she scrambled for bigger and bigger objects until she was trying to pick up things she could hardly lift, throwing them two feet in front of her, then kicking them violently all while screaming like a mad woman. 

Finally, she wore herself out and fell to her knees. “I-I don’t understand!” She cried as The Ghoul approached her. “None of this makes sense! The vaults… the vaults were created to save humanity, not… not destroy it!” She gasped as she choked back sobs. “I… I came out here… to find my dad… He was… he was kidnapped by raiders! My mom… she died of starvation when I was a kid…” Her face contorted as tears streamed down her cheeks. “This… this can’t be real!!”

The Ghoul stood over her while she sat there heaving for breath, grinding his teeth a bit in contemplation. He looked up at the vault, then back down at her, then took one of his guns by the barrel - a semi-automatic pistol he only really used for backup when needed - and offered it to her. “Here.”

Lucy lifted her head and looked at the gun, then up at him. “...W-what?”

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned about the Wasteland… it’s that guns ain’t just good for survival … They’re an excellent tool for anger management …” He said in a half-joking tone. “If you got the extra bullets, I mean… And I got plenty.”

Lucy blinked, then stood back up and snatched the gun from him. She looked around for her target, took aim and began to fire with a furrowed brow and clenched teeth. She screamed one more time as she emptied the clip into the vault door, then Vault Boy’s cheerful face, and continued pulling the trigger several times after it was out. Then she dropped her hands and stood there, staring at her handiwork.

“...Feel better?” The Ghoul said with a smirk, tilting his head slightly.

“...Not even a little bit.” She growled, then shoved the gun back into his hands and started walking away. 

“Hey… hold up there, Tenderfoot. We ain’t leavin' yet.” He said as he put the pistol back in its holster. 

She stopped and turned back to him, glaring at him through the beating sun. “What do you mean not yet? I don’t want to stay here...”

“Could be somethin’ useful left down there.” The Ghoul reasoned. “Guns. Food. Maybe even some of that… fresh, cleeeaan water you like so much.” He snickered, drawing out the word ‘clean’ in a taunting manner.

She rolled her eyes. It seemed asking him for water once was something she was never going to live down, apparently. “I said… I told you I wasn’t stepping foot in one of these places ever again…”

“Well, it ain’t like we settin’ up shop or nothin’, sweetheart.�� The experienced wastelander said as he pulled out his Winchester. “This here’s called scavengin’. And if you plannin’ on stayin’ up here, it’s something you gonna have to learn if you wanna survive. Now, come on.” 

With that, he started towards the open vault door with his weapon drawn, ready to shoot anything that might jump out at them. Dogmeat followed nearby, sniffing the ground and eyeing the darkness before them cautiously. 

The Ghoul peered into the vault as they got closer, tilting his head as he scanned the inside. “Lights are still on...” Dogmeat jumped in ahead of him, growling lowly as she picked up the skittering of radroaches. 

Lucy huffed a little, but reluctantly grabbed her own gun and started to follow behind.

To be continued...

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[howlingday]

concept jaune as the head of the minute men (based on the fallout 4 version of them lol) they're not an actual army, all jaune does is travel around from village to village trying to help. the ideal is that every man in his militias is ready to defend against the threats of remnant at a moment's notice. he doesn't ask for money, or shelter, or anything in return. he just shows up ready to help. some villages decide to help other's in turn. so now you got a tone of independent villages all coming together for the common defense.

this is a problem because vale is worried they're gonna follow jaune and become a rival power in their own back yard.

if you were doing a story for this concept, how would you do it? how would you write jaune and how would his genuine altruism affect the plot as it was before? i could see cinder trying to spark a war instead of just attacking amenity

Jaune awoke once more. He didn't hear gunshots or screaming. Another night spent in peace. Good.

He rolled out of his cot, swinging his legs over and yawned. He looked to the time. Four-thirty-six. He shook his head. He was getting lazy.

"Time to make the kingdoms safer." He said, rising to the routine of his repeated mantra. There was work to be done.

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Ruby awoke from her nap to the sound of shouting. Looking around, reaching for her rifle, she found the source marching in the distance. It looked like the army was on it's eternal patrol.

She never spoke to any of them, and her uncle referred to the group as, 'a bunch of kids and old people who hang onto old world nonsense.' To avoid relying on a bias, she gathered her equipment and continued another day out in the Remnant wastelands.

"All we know~!" The man in the lead called.

"All we know~!" The marching troops replied.

"Is to go~!"

"Is to go~!"

"Where do we go~?"

"Where do we go~?"

"Nobody knows~!"

"Nobody knows~!"

Ruby followed from a distance as she listened to the cadence. She didn't understand why, but the synchronized chanting gave a very powerful feeling. Something bigger than herself and everything else. Was this what everyone thought as they marched through the wasteland?

At the head of the marching, three prominent figures led these men and women. The first was a man in a black helmet with white stars painted all over it. Opposite of him was a woman with dark sunglasses and a beret. Standing tall between them, leading the cadences was a young man with blond hair and a bent cowboy hat. He didn't look much older than Ruby, or younger than the others in the command, but he held an air of authority about him.

A loud hum caught her attention. Looking further down the road, she saw an old world vehicle barreling down at high speed. Dust flew around it, though the driver inside didn't seem to car.

"Company, halt!" The leading man called, and they responded by stopping in place. The car was didn't slow.

"Company, split!" Following as ordered, the group split down the center, standing on either side of the road. The driver continued, and Ruby could hear the cacklinv inside.

"Ready!" Rifles raised to their shoulders. "Aim!" Clacks of guns being racked echoed in unison. The blond man stood firm as the car continued. "Fi-!"

The car swerved and rolled off the road, never reaching the man or his company. Ruby breathed a sigh of relief and shouldered her rifle. She was about to make her way down when she heard him shout again.

"LOWER YOUR WEAPON TO THE GROUND NOW!" He sounded much angrier this time. Ruby froze in place as she saw all their guns trained on her. To avoid becoming cheese, she held up her hands. "ON BEHALF OF THE REMNANT MINUTEMEN, I ORDER YOU TO IDENTIFY YOURSELF!"

With a gulp, Ruby called back. "My name is Ruby Rose!" She blinked. "Uh, sir!"

"WHO DO YOU REPRESENT?" The voice was just as loud, but less hostile.

"Uh, I represent myself! ...Sir!"

"RUB-!" He hacked and coughed, before clearing his throat. "Ruby Rose, present yourself within no greater than arm's length to me!"

"What?" Ruby called back, unsure of what he meant.

"Get down here so we can talk!" He rubbed his throat.

"Oh... Okay! ...Sir!" Ruby shouldered her rifle and ran down from her elevated perch to the man. The guns didn't lower for a moment as she came closer. As she came closer, he threw out a flat palm. She stopped a few yards from him.

"Agh..." He croaked. "Thank you. Do you know how hard it is to shout after singing cadence since dawn?"

"Uh..."

"At ease!" He called and everyone lowered their weapons. "That was a hell of a shot, Miss Ruby Rose. What's a crackshot like you doing wandering the wastes?"

"I'm looking for my mother. She disappeared when I was young, so I need to find out where she went."

"That's brave of you, travelling the wastes alone. We could use bravery like that."

"Thanks, but I work better alone."

"Suit yourself." He grinned. "But if you ever need help, the Minutemen are only a minute away." His attention turned to his company. "Minutemen, investigate!"

"Where are you going?" She asked as the company dispersed, more than a dozen moving to the wrecked vehicle she brought to a destructive end.

"To wherever we're needed." He replied. "Wherever there's a bandit siege or a scorpion infestation or a deathclaw, the Minutemen will be there in a minute."

"There's a lot of minutes." She said very incredulously. "I think you need a new slogan."

"Well," he chuckled, "we'll be there in an hour doesn't sound as good, does it?"

She giggled. "No, I guess not." She pulled up her Pipboy. "The next town is Xion. There might be some supplies there." She looked up to him. "I'll see when I get there?"

"I'll see you in an hour." He smirked.

"Well, I'll be counting the minutes!" She jogged forward, leaving... "Hey, I never got your name!"

"It's Arc!" He called out. "General Arc!"

"I'll see you later, General Arc!" And with that, Ruby ran off to Xion, leaving behind the new, interesting friend she made.

[snowywinterevenings]

WIP Wednesday

It’s been a bit since we’ve had a slightly spicy WIP Wednesday so have a little bit of Rebel Cody and Sithywan and some post mission wound care.

Fingers ghosted over the feathery Force lightning scars that curled over his ribs, and Obi-Wan shivered, the touch igniting fire in his gut, adrenaline from the fight and subsequent chase still buzzing in his veins. He wanted Cody to press him into the sheets and make pleasure sing through his blood, but he doubted he would be amenable, and it was a bad idea regardless. This was not his Cody, and he was not the Obi-Wan with whom this Cody had fallen in love, and it was apparent that they would only ever begrudgingly work together.

It didn’t stop the sharp little noise that escaped his throat when Cody’s hand settled around the back of his neck, holding him in place as he pressed the warm cloth to one of the spots that was still bleeding. They both froze, and Obi-Wan could just imagine the look of disdain from this Cody, while the hazy thought of his Cody wearing a far more heated expression fought against it. He was surprised to find Cody looking far more tempted than he had thought possible, and he was doubly shocked when he caught his wrist as he attempted to rise from the bed.

“Sit down. I wasn’t done yet.”

The words were a sharp order, and they fully ensured that he was no longer thinking about the situation with his brain but with his cock. He resettled on the bed and let Cody return to mopping up blood and soothing bacta over the worst of the spots, and he felt Cody’s smugness when he tensed as his hand settled over his neck once more, Cody bracing himself while he worked on a spot near the base of his spine that should have been painful rather than send sparks skittering along his nerves.

“If I’d known all I had to do to get you to be quiet was to scruff you like a badly behaved loth-cat, I would have tried it sooner.”

He knew better than to take the bait. They were like oil and water and opening his mouth would probably get him punched, but he had never been good at holding his tongue. He might have been the Negotiator, but he rarely passed up a chance at a quip.

“There are other methods you could employ as well.”

[darsynia]

Goodnight, Farewell, and Amen | Oneshot

(Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Angst)

TBH I'm too wrung out by this to make a graphic. Yes, the title is referencing the finale of M*A*S*H*.

Summary: In a world where your Soulmate's final words spoken to you are written on your body, Tony Stark's aren't the typical goodbye. When he finally understands what they mean, he and his soulmate are out of time.

Notes: This is for my @avengersbingo square, Soulmate AU

I first saw the concept of Soulmate words being the last words your soulmate says to you in a story by JazzJo for the West Wing fandom, all the madness in my soul, which is achingly beautiful. This story uses the trope a completely different way, but please read hers.

Warnings: Canonical character death, Angst

Length: 1,719

Tags (guessing!): @starryeyes2000 @deepbatched @cabinofcontentment @chickensarentcheap @themaradaniels @starksbf

Goodbye, Farewell, and Amen

If I tell you what happens, it won’t happen.

Tony has read those words on his skin over and over so often that he feels like they are indeed etched on his soul, not just his upper thigh. They’re the last words his soulmate will ever speak to him, and sure, he’s grateful they’re not the typical goodbye that seventy percent of the world bears on their bodies somewhere. The problem is, he can’t tell if there’s a hint in there, some kind of prophecy he could follow.

There’s a whole branch of psychology devoted to that, the deciphering of fate, the question of whether you’ve already lost the battle to prevent your death or your soulmate’s (or perhaps equally painfully, your separation, never to talk to each other again) once the words are spoken. Tony’s been haunted since his parents’ deaths by their final words to each other, confused call-outs during a traumatic moment. They’d expected those phrases would be spoken at the end of a long life, perhaps in hospice care-- but no, it was on the side of a road in misery, with no help and no hope.

After their deaths, Tony had wasted some of his inheritance on private investigators, trying to find the person he’d met when visiting his dad at an office building he no longer remembers. That person (oddly dressed, accent unplaceable) had told an eight year old Tony Stark that he would only know his soulmate for less than twenty-four hours. He’d loved that, something unique and different-- but when he’d excitedly told his mother, she’d gotten so angry that he was never allowed to go to that building ever again.

Now decades later, he’s got the arc reactor, Pepper, a host of superheroic friends, and the knowledge of life on other planets. Tony has figured out that the place he’d been banished from was SHIELD, and he imagines his mother was angry about the idea that her son would grow up a womanizer like his father. She’d probably thought that the prophecy was a jibe towards her, rather than a real prediction, but at seventeen, nineteen, all the way up to twenty-one when he’d taken over the company, Tony had wanted to find that person and know the answer for himself.

He’d never found them, but the strangeness of his soulmate’s last words has sat with him for years. Tony had done just as his mother had feared, pretending he was searching for his soulmate by spending night-long chunks of time with countless women. Plenty of them had tried to play it up during their morning farewell, so often that he’d learned to leave them satiated and sleeping, with no chance to speak those words as some sort of lasting incantation.

Pepper’s own words are mysterious enough, in a way the two of them don’t address (‘It’s been a wonderful second life, Darling’ is… nothing he can imagine ever saying). It seems possible that they are each other’s hearts but not souls. After a life as exciting as theirs, that’s okay.

They plan their wedding as they watch friends and loved ones make choices about their future in no small part weighed down by the lettering on their bodies. Then a man walks out of a golden, sparking circle and changes Tony’s life forever.

Stephen Strange’s interruption is actually a ‘saved by the bell’ moment, as Tony had been in the middle of trying to remove his foot from halfway down his throat, regarding Pepper, his arc reactor, and pregnancy. Strange clearly takes an instant dislike to him, probably on reputation, and Tony leans in. He’s heard enough comparisons made between the two of them (intellect, snark-ability, goatee style) that he’d be offended if there wasn’t at least a slight feeling of rivalry there.

That doesn’t mean they aren’t on the same side, though, and when the chips are down and Strange is in peril, Tony follows behind to save him. It’s the right thing for that moment, even if it’s not the right thing for Pepper or Peter. After almost fifty years on this Earth, Tony’s learned that there’s almost never an action that’s unequivocally good for everyone involved.

Tony’s reminded of that as he’s forced to watch Strange bargain the Time Stone for his life-- the exact thing he’d said he wouldn’t do. The reasoning is clear, but as Tony feels the magic reversing his deathblow, it’s confusing, maddening, even heartbreaking.

Their fight is over, both the physical one and the ongoing argument that’s sparked between himself and Strange since they’d met barely hours before. Strange retreats into a mental world of his own as the rest of them stand stunned and silent-- and then… dust.

The words that haunt the next five years of Tony’s life belong to Peter and Stephen.

I don’t want to go.

There was no other way.

One represents a failure of Tony’s past, the other a potential failure in the future-- because he knows Strange had firmly believed his promise about sacrificing their lives for the greater good. If there had been another way, he wouldn’t have given up the Time Stone. Stephen Strange had seen a need for Tony’s life to continue instead of his own, but he’d offered no blueprint, no contingency plan.

That kind of trust is staggering, and Tony’s not sure he’s worthy of it.

He builds a life. In Peter and Stephen’s honor, Tony keeps his eye on two roles in particular: father figure and friend. He’s pretty sure he’s shitty at both, but the next years give him practice at being a father and a partner, at least, and he does okay without the requisite explosions in his wake.

What’s always there is the desire to make something of Stephen Strange’s sacrifice. That’s what draws him to the Avengers compound after sending Steve, Natasha, and Scott away. It’s what throws him back in time, what forces him to think on his feet-- because he can do it. He can bring the infuriating sorcerer back, along with everyone else. That’s the reason he’s alive, and consequently the reason everyone else isn’t. Because Tony’s read up on the man. He’s gone and spoken to people. Stephen Strange had been a lot like him: an arrogant man glorying in his niche until a devastating injury forced him into a new life. He had been a doctor, and over and over again, Tony’s heard the same thing from the people who knew him:

Stephen Strange was all about preserving life. He wouldn’t let half of the universe die just to save one man. Not unless it was the path to saving everyone.

It’s maybe a lot to live up to, now that Tony’s standing next to a compound in ruins, staring down another fight with Thanos.

Tony’s riding high, after seeing so many people brought back to life. He’s hugged Peter and fought next to Pepper, watched everyone work together to keep Thanos at bay as they work to send the Stones out of his reach. He sees Strange and lands nearby; there are years of Things To Say crowding his throat, but the most important one comes first.

“You said one out of fourteen million we win, yeah?” Strange’s expression is full of dread, and Tony almost falters, but he can’t. He can’t. “Tell me this is it.”

“If I tell you what happens, it won’t happen,” Stephen says.

Tony’s bluster drops away. There’s no mistaking those words. Strange isn’t acting like anything momentous occurred, but something deep inside Tony is screaming that there’s one more thing to say. Probably the last thing. He wishes there was time to make it mean more, maybe even make it absurd, or at least make it memorable, but there isn’t.

He’s not that much of a dick anyway, Tony decides. “You better be right,” he says-- and there it is. Stephen freezes, recognition and understanding flushing his face. 

The following moment is short, but somehow it’s still a decent percentage of the time they’ve gotten to spend together. As Tony takes off to continue fighting, seven words reverberate in his head.

One of us is going to die. One of us is going to die.

The weight of that knowledge is almost enough to negate his repulsors, and the longer Tony battles with it dragging him down, the more he understands the shape it’s going to take.

The fact is, Stephen Strange has already died for him.

He’d died without knowing what Tony has feared since he was eight, that the soothsayer was right. Tony has already spent less than a day with his soulmate. If Howard Stark hadn’t interrupted the conversation right after that revelation, would he have learned a second, more triumphant secret? Would Tony have known since he was a child that he’d bring his soulmate back to life? What that would have done to his confidence, over the years?

He’s forced to compartmentalize all of this as he keeps fighting, and whether finding his soulmate has anything to do with it or not, Tony’s on his face in the dirt when the worst happens: Thanos is wearing the gauntlet again. Morgan’s face swims in front of his eyes, and Tony looks around to see who’s left to make a last great stand with him. That’s when he catches Stephen’s eye.

There’s a whole unlived lifetime in that look, in the seconds it takes for Strange to give Tony a single, miserable, hopeful signal.

This is the one.

‘I know what to do,’ Tony can’t say. ‘I owe you one,’ goes unsaid, too. When the time comes, when he’s picking what to say before the snap that saves his wife, his daughter, his soulmate, and the rest of the universe, Tony hopes they each understand what he says in their own context.

For Pepper, it’s an apology. He never could stop.

For Morgan, it’s an attempt to be her hero, one last time.

For Stephen, it’s about inevitability. He was the guardian of the Time Stone, and that’s the one thing the two of them never had: time. Without those roles, they never would have met. Without their deaths, the world would be a different place entirely.

He hopes they’ll remember him.

“I’m sorry, Pep.”

[angelasscribbles]

Maximum Frustration: A One-Shot

Series: None, this is a one-shot and you can find those here.

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Riley x Maxwell

Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋

Warnings for this chapter: Lemons

Word Count: 2,347

A/N: This is from my prompt ask list/wheel event. This ask is from @alj4890: Max x Steamy fluff x Jealousy

My other stuff: Master List.

“What's up with you and Beaumont?” Drake asked as he spun me around in his arms so that my back was pressed against his body as we danced.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…. You two are always together, always laughing about something that none of the rest of us quite get, and then there’s the way he's always staring at you.”

“How is he always staring at me?” I asked with genuine curiosity.

A low, rumbly laugh spilled out of him as he tugged my body tighter against his, bringing his mouth to my ear, “Like he wants to devour you.”

“Oh, no, you’re wrong.” I told him, “We're just friends.”

“You sure about that?” Drake asked, “because if looks could kill, I'm pretty sure I'd be dead right now.”

I glanced up and scanned the room.

There he was, in a darkened corner of the bar I had drug everyone to, arms folded across his chest, the expression on his face damn near murderous.

Well, wasn’t that interesting?

I had caught him watching me several times with Liam. But he always looked away when I tried to catch his eye. I knew he felt duty bound by honor and friendship to ignore whatever spark was between us, because of Liam, his friend and future king.

But it wasn't Liam that was touching me right now, it was Drake. And Max looked anything but pleased.

For once, he didn’t look away. In fact, his gaze burned into me with a white-hot intensity as we locked eyes. A slow, seductive grin spread across my face as I recognized that look.

He was jealous.

I'd been using the wrong man to provoke him.

I already knew I could have Drake anytime I wanted. The proof of it was pressed up against my backside as we swayed and moved to the music. He wasn't even trying to hide his arousal. He was always interested, but he wasn’t usually this obvious about it. It was probably the result of too much whiskey consumption.

It was Drake’s birthday and Liam had made sure the drinks were flowing freely and liberally.

I rested one hand on Drake’s arms that were wrapped around my waist and snaked the other one back to sink into his hair as my hips undulated in time with his.

My eyes stayed locked on Max.

The feel of Drake’s body pressed against mine, the way Max’s eyes were burning into me and the knowledge that Liam was somewhere right on the other side of the room conspired to send sharp, searing desire plunging through me.

I wanted all three of them if I’m being honest. And who wouldn’t? They were all three hotter than the ninth level of hell.

Cordonia, land of the hot men. Hallelujah and amen.

But if I were forced to choose, if I had to say whom I felt a more…emotional connection with….well, that would be Max, hands down. Not even a question. I’d spent more time with him than anyone else. Drake was right about that. We were always together, mostly because he was my sponsor.

But honestly? He was smart and funny and attentive. He made me laugh, he had all the best dance moves and he listened to me when I talked. Like, really listened.

And he was the reason I had come here. I mean yes, technically I was here to compete for the hand of a prince. But I got on that plane because Max asked me to. I would never tell him no... About anything. Not that he seemed to be aware of that fact.

The song ended and I disentangled myself from Drake against his protests, “Ah, come on, Brooks, one more dance? It’s my birthday!”

“Maybe later.” I laughed as I excused myself, shooting a sultry glance over my shoulder at Max as I made my way to the lady’s room.

Max was waiting for me in the dimly lit hallway when I came out.

He grabbed me by the arm and drug me into small storeroom, “You want to tell me what the hell you think you're doing out there?”

“What do you mean?” I feigned innocence.

“You know exactly what I fucking mean! You're out there letting Drake put his hands all over you! You're not here for him, you know that right?”

I fluttered my eyelashes demurely as I responded, “But it's his birthday.”

“It’s his…are you fucking serious right now? You’re here for Liam!”

“Am I?”

“What? Yes! Of course, you are! That’s why I brought you here!”

I stepped closer to him. So close that I could feel the body heat radiating off him. He took a step back, stumbling into the wall behind him.

I walked my fingers up his chest as I leaned in and asked, “Is it?”

He visibly swallowed.

“Y-yes! Why else?”

I searched his eyes for a moment. He was lying.

My breath caught in my throat at the desire I saw there. I had wanted him before. I had wanted him for a while, but the restrained desire swirling in those cobalt blue eyes sent an electric shock thrilling through me that threatened to bring me to my knees.

Maybe it was the alcohol and loud music. Maybe it was the pheromones from all the sweaty, horny people writhing on the dance floor, or maybe it was months of deprivation, months of spending my days in close proximity to him, months of watching Penelope throw herself at him, months of lonely nights in my empty bed, months of him invading my dreams and pushing his way into my thoughts every time my fingers slipped between my legs, months of his name on my lips when I pushed myself over the edge.

Whatever the reason, I suddenly knew that I couldn’t go back to pretending that I didn’t want him. I needed him and I needed him right then and there.

It was time to push some buttons and see what happened.

“Okay, then.” I dropped my hand and stepped away, “In that case, guess I’ll get back out there and give the birthday boy what he really wants!”

I hadn’t taken more than two steps toward the door before he was in front of me, blocking the way, “The fucking hell you will!”

“Why do you care, Max?” I challenged. “And before you answer, be advised that if your answer has anything about Liam in it, I am one hundred percent fucking Drake tonight.”

That should do it.

“Goddamn it, Riley!”

“What?”

He reached out for my arm again, jerking me forward so hard my body crashed into his and we both stumbled.

He caught me, both arms wrapping around me as I collided with him.

I tilted my head back to look at his face and found his lips almost touching mine. He didn’t let go, but he also didn’t move any closer.

I could see the war waging behind his eyes.

He wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

He was still trying to resist.

“You can’t sleep with Drake!” His voice was low, rough, almost pleading.

My arms circled his neck, one hand buried itself in his hair as I asked him, “Why not?”

His entire body froze, “What are you doing?”

I ran a finger along his jaw to his lips as my tongue darted out to lick my own. “This.”

I leaned in and up, slowly, giving him plenty of time to stop me if he wanted to.

He didn’t.

I brushed my lips gently across his.

His grip around my body tightened, “Riley….are you sure?”

“Shut up and kiss me.” I whispered.

His tongue slid into my mouth, moving slowly, gently at first. I leaned into it. My eyes fluttered closed as I let myself drown in that kiss, his mouth warm, his lips soft, his tongue demanding.

A soft moan escaped him as I felt him stiffen against me. I ground myself into him. His entire body jerked like he’d been electrocuted, “Riley! We can’t-“

“We can!” I ran my tongue along the shell of his ear.

“Fuuuuuck!” He breathed out as his head tipped back.

“I’m frustrated Max, the shit you guys do to me isn’t fair!”

“Wh…what do you mean?”

“I mean…the three of you are constantly hovering around me…getting in my personal space, holding me close when we dance, touching me, whispering in my ear, kissing me-“

His head snapped up, “You’ve kissed Drake?”

“Shhhh…we’re not talking about Drake right now.”

“But-“

“I’m tired of being teased and I need one of you to do something about it!” I brought my mouth back to his ear so he could feel my warm breath as I murmured, “I want it to be you. I desperately want it to be you, Max.”

He pushed me away shaking his head, “We can’t-“

Frustration pinged through me. “I want it to be you. But if you don’t want to, then I’m sure Drake-“

I never finished that sentence.

He moved faster than I’ve ever seen him move. His body slammed into mine and he pinned me to the wall.

“You’re not fucking Drake!” He growled as all his inhibitions melted away like cotton candy in the rain.

His hands were everywhere. His mouth trailed fiery kisses down my neck and across my collarbone, dropping to the cleavage that was spilling from the top of my low cut little black dress.

Everywhere he touched me, my body burned, thrummed, ignited. I threaded my fingers through his hair and tugged his head down as I arched my body up toward him. “I need you inside me, Max, please.”

His eyes closed as a visible shiver ran through him, “Jesus, Riley, what are you doing to me?”

“Whatever I want.” I said as I fumbled at his zipper.

“Fuck!” His body pitched forward, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as I wrapped my hand around him.

“Do you want me, Max?” I asked as my hand slid up and down his shaft.

“Yes, I want you! I’ve always wanted you! I just…I didn’t think….”

I shimmed out of my panties and the end of that thought was lost in a series of incomprehensible sounds as he lifted me off the ground and found my entrance, slick and ready.

“Max.” I whimpered as my legs locked around him and my fingers dug into his shoulders. “Harder.”

I was so close already. I had been teetering on a razors edge for days.

His breathing was ragged in my ear, the sweet, musky scent of him filled my nostrils, the salty tang of his sweat coated my tongue as I licked it from his skin.

Darkness clouded the edges of my visions as a spine curving orgasm ripped through my body, spiraling out from my core and burning through every nerve ending I possessed.

His mouth covered mine to muffle the sounds and I immediately spilled over the edge again.

He broke the kiss as he pushed into me harder, faster, his fingers digging into my flesh deeper, then he was pulsing inside me, our bodies pressed together, my arms and legs still locked around him.

Several long minutes passed before he moved back, and my body slid down the wall as I unlocked my legs and stood back on my feet.

When his eyes met mine, he seemed unsure. “Was that…was that okay?”

I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of me, “That was more than okay, Max! It was fucking amazing!”

His eyes gazed into mine searchingly.

“What?” I asked as I stepped back into my panties.

“Nothing.” He said quickly as he tucked things back in and zipped up his pants, “Just…what was that?”

“Um…that was sex, Max.”

“No, yeah, I know. But I mean….was that all it was?”

“I don’t know.” I said carefully, “Do you want it to be more?”

Hope chased across his face, followed by fear then resignation, “I…don’t think I have any right to want anything from you.”

“Why not?”

“I brought you here for Liam.”

“Did you?” I asked for the second time.

“I…” He hesitated then seemed to come to a decision. Drawing in a deep breath his words tumbled out in a rush, “Not really. It was the only excuse I could come up with to get you on that plane. I’d just met you, but I already knew that I couldn’t let you walk out of my life! Not if I could help it. These last few months have been both the best and worst of my life. Watching you with Liam….”

“Hey.” I cupped his cheek and turned his face toward me, “I only got on that plane because you asked me too.”

His face lit up as hope radiated from it, “Really?”

“Really.”

“I know it probably seems ridiculous, but you’ve become my best friend and I…I love you, Riley!” He flushed a deep crimson.

Butterflies erupted in my chest. I blinked back tears as the biggest smile I’ve ever felt spread across my face, “You love me?”

He nodded then dropped his eyes to the floor.

“Oh, Max. I love you too!”

“You do?” He asked in disbelief.

“I do. I just thought….I mean, Penelope….”

His mouth dropped open, “You thought I was interested in Penelope?”

“Maybe….” 

She was always all over him every chance she got.

Fucking Penelope.

He thew his head back and laughed at that. “No.”

“No?”

He shook his head for emphasis, “Not even a little. I am one hundred and ten percent yours!”

He leaned down and placed a soft, gentle kiss on my mouth. My fingers flew to my lips with a happy sigh as he drew away.

“So, what do we do now?” He asked.

I knew what he meant.

“Nothing tonight. Let everyone have their fun. Tomorrow I’ll withdraw from the social season.”

“You don’t have to do that!” He exclaimed in shock.

“Yes, I do.” I replied as joy suffused my heart, “I’ve already found my prince, and it’s you.”

[blancetude]

Of Rain & Lilacs

Part 02

Alpha!Jungkook x F!Omega!Chubby!Reader

❝ I broke my rules for you. ❞

PART 01

➢ 𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: When Jeon Jungkook first met the strange Omega everyone had been whispering of she looked every bit like a delicate butterfly, not knowing he would eventually pluck her wings.

➢ 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: angst, fluff, dub-con, strangers to friends to lovers to estranged (lol)

➢ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Verbal & Physical Bullying, Fat Shaming, Eventual Dubcon Smut-ish, Lots of Tears

➢ 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 4.1k

** NOT PROOFREAD **

➢ 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

➢ 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱: @thiccchocolatebar @mwitsmejk

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You huffed as you tried to scratch the annoying itch under your wellness collar. The thick strap of leather hung heavy on your neck and made it uncomfortable to keep on for long.

“Must suck wearing those, they look so restrictive.” Yugeom whispered from where he sat across from you.

You’d gone to the library in hopes of some productive study time before the upcoming exam weeks when you’d run into the giant baby-faced beta.

It was only your second time hanging out with him without Jungkook there, first being a short walk to the science building, but you found his presence to be rather calming. He was adorable and fun to talk to so you didn’t feel awkward at all.

“Yeah, I wish they weren’t mandatory, I mean not all Alphas are lust-driven maniacs waiting to bond with anything on legs.”

Yugeom gave you a sympathetic nod and pout, agreeing that it wasn’t fair.

“Amen sis.”

Since the beginning of time, the government had put heavy restrictions and laws onto Omegas, specifically unmated ones. Those who did not have a mate must wear what they do affectionately call a Wellness Collar, though there was nothing nice about it, it was useful in preventing accidental or forced bonds onto Omegas.

You had no problem with being safe but they were uncomfortable and made you look like cattle. Only mated Omegas were allowed to take them off, them being deemed ‘owned’ already.

If you had it your way you would make Alphas who couldn’t control themselves wear muzzles, why were Omegas the ones who needed to suffer?

“At least yours is cute.” Yugeom added, pointing to a butterfly stick on the left side of your collar.

Your chest puffed out in pride at his compliment, happy that your decorating skills are finally being acknowledged.

“You should see my apartment, I got a lot of crazy cool stuff going on in there.”

“Wow you‘d invite Yugeom before me? And I thought we were close.” You froze as the familiar scent of rain and lilacs filled your entire being.

Jungkook grinned and took the seat next to you after giving Yugeom a side hug, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as a friendly greeting as well.

The Alpha looked like he just got out of the gym, his sleeveless black tee shirt did almost nothing to hide his inked arm and firmly toned biceps.

You had to look away before you actually drooled on your textbook.

“Of course she’d invite me first, I’m obviously the cuter one.” Yugeom grinned, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair.

Jungkook laughed and rolled his eyes before turning to you and giving you the biggest puppy-dog eyes.

“(Y/n)ie, invite me too I wanna see your crazy cool stuff.”

You thought about it for a millisecond before agreeing. It wouldn’t be so bad to have two very handsome boys in your apartment, right?

“Okay, how about this Friday?” You tilted your head in thought.

“A sleepover! I’ll bring the drinks!” Yugeom whisper yelled, fists pumping in the air.

Jungkook tsked at his friends suggestion even if it did sound fun. “Don’t just make plans on your own Yug,” The Alpha scolded. “It’s up to Cherry here on what we do.”

Yugeom raised a brow at his friends words. “Are you sure cause (Y/n) more excited about the idea than I do.”

Jungkook turned back to see your eyes wide and practically sparking at the suggestion.

You blushed softly and looked down, twiddling your fingers shyly at being caught. “Sorry– This is just the first time I’ve had someone so excited to hang out with me, a sleep over sounds fun.”

The boys felt their hearts clench at how pure and innocent you were.

“Don’t worry, we’re gonna show you how to properly conduct a sleep over, trust me I’m a professional.” Jungkook gave you that charming boyish grin that made your cheeks feel hot.

“Party at (Y/n)’s!” Yugeom cheered before getting numerous shushing from all around.

“Sorry sorry-“ Jungkook bowed as you covered your mouth to muffle your giggles.

“We should head out, it’s getting late and I have a test tomorrow morning.” You sighed, starting to pack your things up, Yugeom doing the same.

The three of you barely made it out of the pine double doors before you heard, “Kookie!”

Gaeun and Jangmi stood in their expensive designer clothes looking every bit like vogue models.

Their eyes slim and seductive as they eyed Jungkook and Yugeom so openly, you’d think they’d jump them on the spot.

“Hey Gaeun, finishing class?” Jungkook gave her a friendly smile, Yugeom waving politely to his side.

“Hi– oh you’re here too...” Gaeun’s smile dropped when she saw you in between the two tall boys.

You gripped the strap of your purse tightly, trying not to show your nervous ticks.

“Are you two free Friday? We were planning on going out for drinks!” Gaeun smiled, her perfect pearly teeth peeking out behind glossy cherry lips.

“I thought it was a girls night?” Jangmi questioned, earning an elbow jab to the ribs from her friend.

Jungkook shook his head, his heavy arm slinging over your shoulder. “Sorry but we promised (Y/n)ie that we’d have our own girls night.”

“Maybe next time!” Yugeom concluded before bidding the girls a good night and dragging you off.

“Jangmi looked like she was gonna eat me.” Yugeom shivered dramatically making you laugh, trying not to think about the warmth of Jungkook’s firm side against your arm.

The boys walked you to the end of the large campus happily chatting away about the most mundane things that made your cheeks hurt from the amount of smiles they forced out of you.

Gaeun couldn’t tear her eyes away from the way Jungkook pressed you against his side, almost like he cared for you more than he led on.

She clenched her fist tightly to her side, knuckles white against her already milky skin.

It should have been her with Jungkook. She was always chased by man after man, so why would she get him to spare her even the smallest glance?

She watched until the three of you disappeared from sight before swiftly turning on her heels and stalking off, a worried Jangmi behind her.

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By the time Friday rolled around, you were a nervous wreck. Your hands and knees were raw from all the time you spent on them scrubbing and cleaning every inch of your small apartment.

Now you were at the little convenience store across the street trying to decide what kind of snacks you’d get for your friends.

You weren’t too picky with what you liked and you hoped they were the same. Without much thought you loaded your little basket with a small mountain of snacks and went to the front to pay.

The cashier was a cute looking girl, tall and slim with wavy brown hair and big doll eyes. She didn’t look much younger than yourself.

She must be new you thought, you hadn’t seen here before and you came to the store regularly. Still she looked strangely familiar.

She greeted you with a bright smile that turned her eyes into crescents when it was your turn.

You looked down at your basket, suddenly feeling insecure of the amount of food you had. It was almost like suddenly everyone was watching you, their eyes digging into the back of your head.

Should you put some of them back? They probably weren’t surprised someone your size would get so much junk food. I mean look at you.

Your fingers shook slightly as you lifted the basket onto the white counter, trying to shield the view of your snack mountain with your body as best you could, your eyes glued down.

Just pay and leave, simple as that.

You saw the girls slim fingers bring the basket closer to herself before a gasp left her lips.

There it was. You just knew she was going to comment on your choices.

“Oh my god! They brought the honey butter chips back?! Where did you get these?” The girl held the bag up with both hands beside her pretty face.

You looked up, blinking at her unexpected question.

“Uh… I found them by the drinks.” You pointed dumbly behind you in the vague direction.

“I can’t believe it! I need to put some aside before they sell out! I’ve been waiting for this flavor since like forever ago!” Her bubbly voice rang a bit loud, her hands waving wildly by her sides as she spoke.

You couldn’t help the laugh that left your lips at how she reacted.

“Have you tried the apple flavor? It’s so good! Well not as good as these of course but wow they’re yummy!” She happily chatted away, barely letting you get more than a few words in as she recommended snack after snack while she scanned and bagged your items.

“Thanks for the recommendations, I can tell you have good taste.” You smiled, looping the bag around your wrist.

“I promise you won’t regret it!” She nodded, “I’m hoping to become a chef when I’m older, so I like trying new flavors.”

“How old are you?” You questioned.

“Oh I’m 18!” She held out her hand for you to shake which you gladly did. Her skin was cool and you could almost faintly smell crisp apples and strawberries.

All workers were required to apply scent blocker patches onto their necks as to not attract or disrupt their daily duties but the cashier’s scent was refreshing and welcoming, you guessed just like her personality.

“I’m Saeun! Nice to meet you…” she tilted her head cutely, waiting for you to say your own name.

“Oh! I’m (Y/n), it’s nice to meet you as well.”

Saeun quickly bowed in respect making you laugh at her cute actions. She really was just a kid.

“I hope to see you again (Y/n)!” You hummed and waved, taking your bag out and quickly making your way back to your apartment.

Saeun was adorable, you wished you had a little sister like her. You were the middle child, two older brothers before you and two younger brothers after you.

Being the only girl in a family of boys would sound like a dream for most but it was anything like that for you.

Your Mother made it her life goal to make you feel like your birth was a mistake. You wanted to believe that she did love you at one point in time, maybe when you were a baby but what made her change her mind?

She began to grow colder and colder the older you got. You were never pretty enough, skinny enough, smart enough. Once you presented as an Omega, whatever little love and kindness (if any at all) your Mother had for you disappeared in an instant.

You still faintly remember her retreating figure, disgusted and angry drowning her aging face when you called out for her in fear. The awakening of your wolf was unfamiliar and frightening and you just needed your mommy, please I’m scared.

Your Father was no better, if not worse. He was only a spectator in your endless torture. Only focusing on his sons, even turning the youngest boys against you.

Your youngest brother was such an angel as a child, never leaving you out despite your mother warning him to not get too close to you. He’d sneak into your room at night and huddle with you under your thin covers, giving you some snacks he’d sneaked out when your mother sent you to bed without dinner.

He too changed. When he presented as an Elite Alpha just as his other brothers have, he began to pull away. Your Father told him he was special, that he should not be around a Lowly Omega, that he was better.

You hadn’t thought of him much until this moment. Despite taking the first chance at escaping your family, you still tried to get into contact with your siblings. It wasn’t their fault they were brainwashed, you still loved them. If only they would pick up your calls.

Bing!

You fished your cellphone out of your back pocket, looking through the spam of texts Yugeom and Jungkook sent you in the group chat they created.

You laughed to yourself at their childish use of bunny and puppy stickers after almost every message, letting you know that they were on their way.

You tossed the bag of snacks onto the coffee table that was pushed to the other side of the room, a large mess of pillows and blankets took charge in the middle of your living room.

Despite living with only Alphas, you had no idea what their sleeping needs where. Your Omega became anxious at the sight of the mess. Only having known to make nests, your fingers twitched at the need to make the biggest most fluffiest nest for the boys. But would they be uncomfortable?

Nests were a sacred thing for Omegas. It was so raw and intimate, to be let into an Omega’s nest meant that they trusted you with their life.

You didn’t have time to think it over when two loud knocks followed by a call of your name made you flinch.

Shit they’re here already?

You threw a few pillows around before rushing to the door, swinging it open to reveal your very handsome and excited looking friends.

Yugeom was clad in a large green university hoodie and grey sweatpants while Jungkook had his signature black basketball shorts and oversized plain white t-shirt.

“(Y/n)ie!” Yugeom stepped in, pulling you into a bone crushing hug despite holding bags of what looked suspiciously like bottles and more snacks. “Ready for the best night of your life?!”

Jungkook tsked and playfully shoved his friend further into the room. “Ignore him.” He rolled his eyes before he smiled warmly at your smaller figure, pulling you into a gentle hug. “Hi cherry.” He almost whispered, lips dangerously close to your ear.

You tried to will your beating heart to relax as you accepted the hug, his warmth so kind and welcoming.

“Hi.” You whispered back, disappointed when he pulled away and walked into your apartment.

He let out a low whistle as his chocolate eyes scanned the low-lit room. Your pink walls were generously filled with pastel colored frames containing art prints from your favorite artists while your multicolored furniture sat comfortably on a black and white checkered rug.

Jungkook felt his heart warm at the sight of the messy nest in the middle of the living room.

Yugeom must have felt the same, his wide eyes focused at the same sight.

You followed their gaze, wondering why they were so quiet before your cheeks flushed.

“Oh! That’s just- my bed isn’t big enough for all of us so I thought we could set camp here.” You walked into the nest and tossed a few blankets around aimlessly to keep yourself from nervously picking at your fingers.

Jungkook took one step forward, reaching out to take one of your hands in his much bigger one.

“Look at me beautiful.” And how could you not when he asked so sweetly?

His brown eyes softened, thumb gently rubbing get back of your hand.

“Is it okay for Yugeom and I to enter your not nest?”

In that moment you couldn’t deny what you were afraid of in the past few months.

You liked Jungkook.

You liked liked Jungkook.

He was so sweet and caring. He didn’t judge you when you’d do anything abnormal in fact he even joined you and went out of his way to hang out with you. Before the smoothie incident you were virtually invisible to him and now he was a constant in your life that made you look forward to the start of your days.

Then there was Yugeom. Big dumb baby faced Yugeom who showed you only kindness since the first day Jungkook brought him along. The boy was so childish and happy, you felt like he was the big brother you’d always hoped for.

So of course you wanted them in your not nest.

You gently squeezed Jungkook’s hand, giving him a silent nod.

Jungkook’s bunny smile was dazzling as he stepped in fully into the pile and dragged you down to sit beside him as Yugeom dove in, throwing his arms around you dramatically and thank you for your permission.

The rest of the night was much better than you’d expected. The boys made you laugh with all their jokes and silly stories till you felt like your lungs were going to collapse and they took turns shoving snacks into your hands.

You didn’t know it at the time but Jungkook had been secretly watching you. He noticed that you never reached for food whenever it was present, even if you made it, and when you did you’d only take the tiniest piece as if ashamed for even wanting a taste in the first place.

“Ah this are spicy!” Yugeom whined, fanning a hand near his open mouth as he read the ingredients on the chip bag.

“I told you and you still didn’t listen.” Jungkook laughed from where he lay on your right, fiddling with an eyeliner pen you had on your coffee table.

“So how much did this thing cost?” He held the pen up closer to show you, brows furrowed in confusion since you’d told him the price of your compact earlier.

You told him the price and watch his eyes widen almost comically at your answer. “What?” He gasped, “that’s like five meals worth!”

You shrugged, taking the pen from him and uncapping it. “But it does the job right.”

“I think BamBam uses that brand too–“ Yugeom hummed and he leaned in, looking over your shoulder at your hands.

“I’m not surprised you know that Geommie.” Jungkook teased at the mention of the other Beta.

Yugeom’s cheeks and ears reddened in record time and he sat back like Jungkook had tried to hit him.

“H-He carries it with him so much, how could anyone not know?” He grumbled, turning away shyly.

Almost as if on cue Yugeom’s phone began to ring, the tone a soft piano etude he’d written a paper on.

The screen lit up to show ‘BB’ with an array of hearts after it.

Jungkook didn’t have to say anything, didn’t even have to blink for Yugeom to snatch his phone off the blanket and shoot up from his seat, clutching the device to his chest.

“I’ll be right back.” Was the only explanation he gave before he clumsily made his way out the front door, even forgetting his shoes.

“Who’s BamBam?” You questioned the Alpha.

“Yugeom’s fated pair.” He said simply, watching with a grin as your lips formed a small ‘o’ shape.

“No way? That’s so cute!” You smiled in glee. Fated pairs were one in a million, stuff you see in romantic movies or read about in cheesy novels. The fact that Yugeom was given the chance of a life time made your heart melt.

“How wonderful.” You sighed dreamily, unconsciously snuggling closer to Jungkook. He watched you for a few seconds with his own dreamy smile before playfully bumping your shoulders together.

“You think ya got a fated pair out here somewhere?”

You blinked at his question, taking some time to think.

“Maybe?” You questioned. “At least I hope I do. It seems beautiful to have such a strong bond with someone you’d least expect. But even if I don’t have a fated pair, it’ll just be nice to be wanted.”

Jungkook chuckled and nodded along, resting his head on your shoulder, sending your heart into a fury.

“I agree. Well, to love someone you’d least expect. Crazy how the right person can be right next you and you wouldn’t even know it, huh?”

Oh if only he knew.

You placed with your wellness collar and hummed, not trusting your voice at the moment.

Jungkook looked up at you from his position before sliding down so his head was rested atop your plush thighs instead, seeming content with his new pillow.

“Hey Cherry, you should do my makeup. It’s girls night ain’t it?” You raised a brow at the raven-haired alpha before scoffing a laugh.

“Yeah yeah let me use my expensive eyeliner on your big ol’ eyes.” You giggled and uncapped the pen, leaning down as Jungkook grinned and closed his eyes, presenting his full face to you.

At this angle you could see all of his handsome face. Oh how you wanted to pinch his cheeks, maybe kiss his adorable nose or trace the sharp line of his jaw.

You tried to concentrate as much as you could, you really really did but it was hard when you had the object of yours (and everyone else’s) desires propped so prettily on your lap for the taking.

You stilled your shaky hand and dragged the pen along his delicate lash line, stopping yourself from counting each beautiful strand.

He shifted a little saying you were tickling him only to get a playful flick to his forehead as a warning.

“I can’t work in these conditions!” You huffed, throwing your arms up dramatically. “Mango agrees with me.”

Jungkook laughed and gave you a strange look. “Mango? I thought it was just us here.”

You didn’t hesitate to point to a strawberry plush you had leaning against an armchair.

“Baby that’s a strawberry.”

“Your point?”

You and Jungkook stared at each other, flashbacks to your Smeaches conversation replaying in his head.

He threw his head back and laughed, hand coming up to pinch your chubby cheek between two rough fingers.

“Don’t ever change, promise me you won’t.”

You whined and tried to pull away but it was fruitless as his playful banter suddenly turned into a tickling match that had you pressed back into the floor with Jungkook hovering above you, his attack relentless and unforgiving on your sides as you cried and begged for mercy.

Your laughs were loud and contagious, almost silly and unusual but Jungkook found himself falling in love with the sound, wanting nothing more than to pull his phone out and record the beautiful sound to listen to forever.

“Pl-Please! I surrender, you win! N-No mo–re!” You tried to take in deep breathes, your stomach and lungs contracting painfully as he tickled you like he wanted you dead.

Jungkook suddenly stopped, his arms now resting on either side of your head as he beamed down at you, his black hair falling into his eyes, a beautiful display that left you speechless.

“Sorry cherry, I just love hearing you laugh. You gotta do it more often, okay?”

He leaned down at the last word, as if trying to sell his point.

Your mouth opened and closed making you look like a fish as you tried to retaliate but nothing left your throat. Your omega stirred in desire, trying to force you to present your unmated neck to the gorgeous alpha but you refused. Damn your instincts.

Jungkook kept quiet himself, studying your features closely much like you have but this time without shame.

His eyes trailed from your fluffy hair, your long lashes, cute nose and cheeks, and finally your lips.

Take. Take. Take.

His Alpha purred, not being able to resist such a beautiful omega under himself.

His actions didn’t go unnoticed, your thighs unconsciously clenching as he hungrily eyed your lips.

Did he possibly feel the same way? Should you just go for it? College was all about experience right? Maybe just a little question wouldn’t hurt–

“Jungkook–“

“Woah, am I interrupting something?”

You jumped at Yugeom’s low teasing whistle behind you, shooting up and accidentally tossing Jungkook off of you, sending him tumbling into a pile of pillows.

“NO!“ you yelled, standing and fixing your hoodie, ears burning hot.

“We were just— meditating.”

Yugeom gave you a deadpanned look.

You gave a pained smile back.

“Anyways can we watch a movie? There’s this really scary one I’ve been wanting to see on Netflix.” Yugeom smiled, jumping back into the nest landing directly on the Alpha who grunted.

“I’ll make some popcorn.” You squeaked and made your escape to the kitchen, leaving the boys in silence.

“So did you ask her out yet?“ Yugeom snickered, shoving a blanket at his friend.

Jungkook easily swatted it away, shushing him with a glare.

“Not yet.” He spoke in a hushed whisper. “Soon. Very soon.”

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Supernatural Post-Finale Fix it Fic Recs

Fanfiction set after or during s15e20 that changes the ending in some way.

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Of Loss and Love by BadassCompany - Rated E

“You saved me,” Cas says.

Dean wants to crawl inside that low rumble of a voice and curl up there forever. Delirious, he says, “Yes.”

Then Cas says, “You kissed me.”

Dean swallows. “And?”

Cas kisses him. Something burns at the hem of Dean’s shirt and his eyelashes flutter darker and it’s much, much later when he realizes he’d felt a spark from the lightbulbs blowing out.

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Dean barely talks since Cas died. Even once they save him, it's too damn hard. In which fucked up coping styles leave both Cas and Dean convinced the other doesn't really love them. Cas thinks Dean is offering to sleep with him out of the goodness of his heart, or so Cas won't leave. Dean is trying to be less of a dick and ends up crying all the time. Cas just wants Dean to let him be the big spoon. They get to heal and be in love.

Local Cryptid?? by chlodobird - Rated T

Carry On by TheWeepingMonk - Rated G

In an imaginary world where the finale was emotionally satisfying, Team Free Will got to grow old. Dean and Cas settle down and run a bar-slash-diner, and Sam decides to go back to school. Law just isn't his thing anymore, but with the amount of lore he knows, he figures he could make a pretty decent history or mythology teacher.

Essentially, his weird knowledge and weirder family means that rumors spread. Local Man becomes College Campus Cryptid, more at 9

what they deserve (it's better this way) by sobsicles - Rated M

"That was weird."  

 "What was weird?"  

 "Dean," Sam answers. "He's gotten really happy out of nowhere and now he's taking a roadtrip so Charlie can meet his dog? I just don't buy it. He's up to something."  

 "Up to what?"  

     Sam struggles to makes a guess then finally says, "I don't know...maybe he's trying to find a way to bring Cas back."

Dean and Castiel have some unfinished business. Heaven is as good enough of a place to settle it as any.

Wayward Son by masquerade97 - Rated T

so weird how the spn finale was just an hour of dead air. that was weird right? anyway this is what i think happened 

for which no words exist by MediaWhore - Rated T

'a prayer for which no words exist' // richard siken

"Dear Cas who art in my bathtub, give me the strength to be honest about how I feel. For your sake and for mine. Forgive me all the times I wasn’t in the past, all the words I should have said but didn’t. And please stay. Please stay with me when all is said and done. Amen. "

Dean rescues a newly human Cas from the Empty. That's the easy step.

all the things yet to come are the things that have passed by cosmicocean - Rated T

“I mean, listen, we’re not good at the huggy feely crap. Any of us. And I get that, you know. And I get, I mean, I could’ve said something, you know, I know that. I get it. I get all of it  But you just, you give this whole speech, and you telling me that you just, you want what you know you can’t have? You never asked. And it was always, you know, it was always-“ he grits his teeth, taking a breath.

“We always came back to each other. I said terrible things to you and you said terrible things to me and we fought and we killed and we died and always, always, we came back to each other. We figured it out. So you’re gonna come back. You’re gonna come back, Cas, so help me god, and we’re gonna figure it out. And I would have said yes. If you’d asked, I would have said yes.”

AU after 15x19, where Dean has a little place in the middle of nowhere, a dog, and is trying to figure out a plan.

Keep Your Love Alive by dothraki_shieldmaiden, FriendofCarlotta - Rated E

Dean gets to spend eternity sharing beers with Bobby on the Roadhouse porch and riding around in his Baby with Sam. He’s at peace… or he feels like he should be. But a few things nag at him: Where is Cas, and everybody else Dean had been hoping to see in Heaven? Why does he feel like he’s stuck in a loop, reliving the same memories over and over again? And who are the strangers wearing Sam’s and Bobby’s faces?