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Quiet Music: Capriccio (Chapter 4)

In collaboration with @bethanysnow whose ask box is always open for questions, comments, and anything else about this story as well!

Catching the small flames of romance, starting to get turned on higher. They have a tour to do, right? Not spend all their time making goo-goo eyes at each other.....unless?

Content | Fluff

Pairing | fem!Reader x Damiano

Word Count | 8274

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***

"Thomas," Y/n stared down as he entered the bus. "When I gave you my personal number it was meant for emergencies, not you texting me because you forgot what "sempiternal" means in the middle of the night. What were you reading anyway?!"

"Nothing." Thomas looked up at her from where he was sitting, wide eyes, feigning innocence.

Y/n shook her head, not believing the guitarist and his horrible poker face, but not being bothered enough to question him any further either. “Well, next time you have a question like that in the middle of the night, ask google instead.” She gave him a warm smile and a little pat on the head as she passed him by, moving down the hallway of the tour bus.

It had become a routine for her to stop at the stove first, starting the coffee for everyone, then having a look around as she was waiting for it to boil. Damiano was slumped over on a couch, his head in his hand and still half asleep. She wondered how little rest he had gotten last night, after meeting him out on the balcony at 2 am.

Had he stayed awake for hours, like she had? Had he been thinking about her, the way she had been thinking about him? He had flirted quite heavily last night and she wasn’t sure whether to attribute it to his sleepiness, or if he had meant it at all. She wasn’t quite sure what she was hoping for either. He was insanely attractive, and the attention he gave her made her heart beat in ways no other man had managed to do before. But this wasn’t the time or situation to turn into a bundle of nerves because of a boy.

Even if her brain had decided to play fantasies of him storming into her hotel room last night. Demanding to kiss her. Holding her face in his hands. Looking at her with those dark, hazel eyes, like she was the only person in the world. Probably smelling of sleep and cigarettes and all that made him inherently Damiano. She knew the smell well, it had been haunting her all throughout this whole fucking tour. But the fantasies kept coming, imagining him in love with her, even if she never truly believed in it. It was a nice idea, nothing more.

The sharp hiss of the coffee pot pulled her out of his thoughts and woke up Damiano from his half-slumber. Tired eyes trying to make out the source of the noise, smiling slightly when realising that caffeine was coming his way. Y/n quickly moved to get his cup ready, preparing it the way she had already learned he preferred. He readily held out his hand for the beverage, fingers briefly touching. She almost dropped it as sparks ran through her. She wasn’t sure if he had felt the same or simply hid it better. But as soon as the cup was safely in his hands, she turned back around. Back to the stove to take a deep breath and continue her morning routine.

I need to get over myself. This is a job. Getting fluttery over your boss is not gonna help get the job done. Ignore him. He didn’t feel anything. You need to work. Not imagine something that is never gonna happen. It's not gonna happen, Y/n.

She made quick work depositing the other mugs to Victoria and Thomas, before finding Ethan in the very back of the bus. Drum sticks in hands and absentmindedly tapping a beat on the table in front of him.

“Coffee?”

“Yeah, thank you,” he answered, absentmindedly. “Hey, Y/n, does this sound good to you?”

Ethan started to play out a beat, effectively ignoring the cup that had been placed on the table, as she sat down beside him to listen.

“I’m no musician, but it certainly sounds good to my ears!”

Ethan gave her a proud smile, putting his drumsticks to the side for a second to take a sip from his drink. Y/n, grabbed them immediately, beating randomly on the table.

“You know what? I may have to take you up on your offer of teaching me to play. Love how you guys always have stuff around, you’re just constantly thinking about music. I wish I knew how to play," she sighed.

“I can show you a bit of drumming right now, if you’d like?” He offered. “Just a bit of a rhythm on the table right here.”

He moved closer to her, taking her hands in his as she kept holding onto the sticks and tried to get her to play a little, easy beat, but the angle was awkward and her wrist was bent too much to properly tap along.

“Okay, this isn’t working,” he laughed. “Would you mind, um, moving between my legs?”

Y/n could feel another blush coming on. It may be just Ethan, but it IS Ethan and Ethan sure is pretty. She studied his face, unassuming, nothing but a welcoming smile. But she felt odd. She had only been working for this band for a few days, yet she’d already grown closer to them than any other client she had worked with before. Normally she’d do her job, get a quick thank you on the way out, and then just retire somewhere. Do uni work, wait for further instructions. This whole thing was new and as much as she was enjoying it, she wasn’t sure if she was crossing lines she shouldn’t as a personal assistant. Then again, what was the harm in a little lesson? It wasn’t like there was anything else to it. This wasn’t him trying to flirt with her, this was him trying to be a friend. She could do with a friend.

With a quick nod, she moved and sat down on the floor in front of Ethan. Nestling between his legs as he held her hand. Helping her get into position before backing up a little to give her more space. Grabbing her hands again with the sticks to demonstrate how she was supposed to hold and then hit the table. He leaned over her to watch what she was doing. She understood quickly, getting the hang of it and before she knew it Ethan had let go of her hands as she was successfully keeping the rhythm going.

“See? Natural talent,” he laughed behind her.

Neither of them had noticed Damiano walk down the corridor towards them until he stopped in the doorway.

“Ah, Dami! Look what Ethan taught me!” Y/n starts repeating the little rhythm with the biggest smile on her face, proud of herself and what she’d learned in such a short time. Ethan leant back, watching her with a smile.

“Good job, Y/n. Keep going and you might replace Edgar soon,” Damiano said, ducking into the bathroom with a laugh.

Y/n watched him disappear. Her heart fluttered as he left her sight. If he could just not be my boss, that’d be fucking great…

She stood back up to sit next to Ethan on the couch, shaking the thought off. “I see why you like drumming, it’s fun.”

“Thank you, I think so too. You enjoy being our assistant, by the way?” Ethan asked, looking at her inquisitively while finally continuing to drink his coffee.

“Actually, yes. Best job I have ever taken. I know your manager is an absolutely wonderful woman. Didn’t know she planned this position for me originally though, kinda scared me to be honest.”

“Are we scary?”

“No, no. You’re all lovely. You are the biggest group I’ve worked for so far, so there’s that. But…” Y/n moved to sit on her leg now, leaning closer to Ethan, starting to feel more comfortable around him. “You four are indescribably amazing people. My mum would probably call you ‘people after God’s heart’,” she imitated her mother’s Northern accent, making Ethan laugh.

“Shocking, I know, that we’re normal!”

Y/n smacked his chest.

“No! You are far better than anyone- no one on this bus is ‘normal’.”

“Even the driver?”

“Especially the driver.”

***

Damiano hadn’t meant to listen in, but standing behind the slightly closed door of the restroom, he couldn’t help himself, even if it was killing him. Ethan and Y/n would probably be really good for each other… The thought flashed through him. No. It wouldn’t happen. Not under his watch.

Last night had been a blessing and a curse. After finishing his smoke, he had stood out on the balcony for a little longer, imagining the conversations they would have been having if she had stayed out with him. Under the moonlight. Måneskin. Her hair down, she would probably go get another glass of wine. Coming back out to see him.

“What about you, amore mio? Working on more Shakespeare?”

“Yes. Always. I work hard for things I want, you know me. All work no play makes Y/n a happy girl,” she would snicker into her wine glass.

“What if I wanted you. What would I have to do? Never been shy about ... hard… work, either…”

“Why don’t you come and find out, the door is unlocked…”

With a heavy sigh, he moved to the sink to splash some water on his face, raking it through his hair. It was only early in the morning, he didn’t need to unscrew his head just yet. She was just a girl. Just some girl that worked for them. There were so many people on the team, she was simply one of them. But she was also a woman, with wants and needs and desires, and oh, how he would love to attend to every single one of them… Maybe I could be a need for her, for the beautiful woman just one room over. He screamed internally. He was done for.

***

By the time Y/n left Ethan to his coffee, Damiano was back on the couch with a pen and paper, gears visibly turning in his head. He didn’t even look up when she entered. See, just a guy, Y/n thought. Victoria was busy bickering with the driver about wanting to stop at a service station within the next hour. Thomas was scrolling through his phone absent-mindedly.

As soon as Vic had finished her conversation, she walked over to where Y/n was sitting, letting herself drop onto the seat next to her heavily, laying her head on her shoulder. “Y/n I want snacks.”

“I bought snacks, they’re in the cupboard.”

“But, fun snacks! Like you,” the bassist winked.

“As much as I love the compliment, Victoria, I am sure the driver will take us to the next petrol station after hearing your plea.” She kissed the top of the blonde’s head. “You can survive a little longer without sugary snacks.”

Victoria looked up at her with big blue eyes, wrapping her arms around the assistant. “But what if I can’t, Y/n,” she whined, pulling a dramatic pose. “What if I waste away without fun snacks.”

“Vic, love, nothing here will make you die because you haven’t had food. I provided all of you with breakfast - it was your decision to let Thomas eat yours.”

“And I don’t regret a thing!” Thomas shouted from his seat, all three of them breaking out into laughter. Y/n grinned, eyes falling back onto some of the papers in front of her, ready to get back into work. Victoria’s arm looped around Y/n’s as she snuggled into her shoulder with a pitiful sigh.

***

Goddamnit, not her, too.

Damiano had meant to start writing some more, lyrics and words and images flowing through his head in a chaos that needed to be tamed by pen and paper. But as soon as he had sat down Victoria had started moaning about snacks and her little interaction with Y/n had taken up all of the brain space the lyrics should have. His eyes kept focusing on the closeness between the two of them. The way Vic leant her head on Y/n’s shoulder, the way she in turn kissed the bassist’s head. So far he had only considered Ethan to be a concern. But now the thought of Victoria herself meddling was increasingly growing. So she might have had a boyfriend but that had been, what? Years ago? She had said? And the guy had been a dick. What if she’d just given up on men completely, deciding to exclusively date girls from now on? Fuck.

Staring at the way Victoria was now cuddling her, his thoughts ran wild. Was this still friendly? Was the smile she was giving Vic flirty? Maybe she hadn’t been returning his flirtations the way he’d been hoping because it was Vic she was interested in, not him?

Dwelling on these thoughts wasn’t going to help. Jealousy, envy, insecurity… as interesting as they would be as drag names, they weren’t going to solve the issue. Damiano felt stuck. Making heart eyes at a girl who was three feet away while she was none the wiser. Yet it was Victoria latching onto her arm. He wasn’t surprised. She was gorgeous, and funny, and cared about people. And Vic had a lot of good qualities he himself didn’t possess. Maybe it’s the boobs? His brain mused, but he shook it off. That wasn’t it, he was sure of it.

***

Victoria studies Damiano. His face would have been unreadable to anyone else, obviously lost in his thought. But she knew him well enough to understand that the look on his face was one of insecurity and upset. Not necessarily at anything in particular, just upset. Her eyes softened. Raising a brow at the singer. He simply shrugged, shaking his head, then taking the notebook he was carrying everywhere. Opening it up, staring at the words written there, but not adding anything. Yet his eyes never stopped flicking away to everyone else around him, obviously restless. What was up with him? If there was one thing Victoria hated it was one of her friends feeling off and her not being able to do anything about it. But she knew Damiano, and she knew it could be hard to get him to budge if he didn’t want to talk.

As their eyes met once more, she took the chance to mouth at him, “You alright?”

His eyes flashed at Y/n for a split second, he probably hadn’t even noticed it himself, before nodding with a tight-lipped smile, then looking back down at his pages. That was when it finally clicked in Victoria’s mind. It was about her. And from the looks he kept secretly giving her, the problem wasn’t dislike.

***

“SNACKS!” Victoria and Thomas all but yelled as the bus pulled into the parking lot of a little petrol station. The band ran out of the bus, stumbling over each other like a hoard of kindergartners, and Y/n couldn’t help but smirk at their behaviour. Following them in a much more composed manner.

By the time she entered the shop, all four members of the band had dispersed into different corners. Trying to figure out what to buy. Damiano was holding up two chocolate bars, obviously trying to decipher what the difference was with no knowledge of Swedish whatsoever, before shrugging his shoulders and taking both.

Y/n was still in the doorway, grabbing a basket and consulting a little list on her phone. As much as she loved to let them run wild, she would not completely have them overdose on sugar. No matter how much they wanted to. She still felt responsible for their wellbeing, even on their days off. Juice felt like a sensible choice.

Suddenly, she saw a hand appear from behind her, casually taking out some orange juice from her basket. She turned around in surprise, only to be faced with Thomas looking at her with wide eyes, obviously feeling caught.

“No healthy stuff from the petrol station!” He suddenly shouted, grabbing her whole basket now and running away with it.

“Thomas!” She flew after him before she knew what she was doing, almost running over Ethan as she chased the guitarist through the little store. With not much space available, they ended up going round and round one of the shelves, until Thomas unceremoniously crashed into a cooler when he didn’t manage to take a turn in time. Trying to bite back a smile, Y/n walked over, breathlessly asking him if he was alright, as laughter still bubbled out of her. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Victoria, giggling away, phone pointed towards them.

“Oh no, you’re not putting that on the internet!” Y/n pointed a finger at her in what she hoped was an authoritative gesture, but Victoria wasn’t impressed.

“Too late!” She squealed as she skipped away, out of reach, to pay for whatever she had picked out.

Thomas had gotten back up on his feet in the meantime, contents of the basket still spilled all around him, sporting a pout.

“Stop it with that face,” Y/n scolded, but she couldn’t keep the smile at bay. “Go pick out your favourite snack, you can add it to my basket.”

Thomas happily skipped away as Y/n quickly picked up the mess, then moved to another aisle finding Damiano there. He seemed to be debating over the crisps now, having moved on from the chocolate bars.

She stood to the side, her eyes flashing over him a couple more times than necessary. He was just too pretty. It was simply impossible to look away. Even now, no fancy clothes, no stage makeup, no grand performance, he was mesmerising.

Her brain couldn’t help itself, images and ideas flashing in front of her eyes. Going to a petrol station on road trips with their future kids. Them bouncing around, chasing each other over a candy bar. Her and Damiano trying to get them not to cause a mess, slightly annoyed, but always laughing along with them.

She looked at him again. In a blink, the daydream changed.

It’s past midnight. He’s in the same sweatshirt he’s wearing right now. Her arms wrapped around his torso. Looking up at that beautiful face of his. Him picking up condoms from the health section. Winking at her with that certain glint in his eyes. Smacking her arse on the way to the cashier. Filled with giggles and flirtatious glances and knowing what the night ahead would entail. The anticipation crackling around them.

Oh, to be that girl. The girl he looks at with lustful eyes. The one he wasn't to make a baby with. Not the one to be ashamed of.

***

Damiano had chosen what kind of crisps to buy long ago. He simply was too busy staring back at Y/n, who seemed to be lost in thought. Eyes focused on him, yet apparently not noticing him looking back. He could basically see the gears in her head turning, mouth slightly open, far away in her mind.

Whatever enraptured that beautiful mind of hers… He wanted to know - could he be that very thing someday? Be so involved in her thoughts that it caused her to finally slow down? Get her to relax. He kept daydreaming about the massage he had given her the other day. How she had melted into his touch. He wanted that again. But more. He wanted her sighs and her moans as he worked her body in any way she would let him. Hell, he’d be her personal roadie if she wanted.

Fuck, he was smitten. She was always so strong-willed, so passionate. That night on the balcony had done nothing to help his fantasies. Her teaching him how to dance? Bodies close to each other, breathing the same air… Whatever perfume she used, he wanted to drown in it.

***

Victoria had been on the way back out, snacks acquired, Instagram story uploaded, and ready to head back to the bus for the last two hours of the ride. However, she stopped dead in her tracks when Y/n and Damiano caught her eye. Both of them were staring at the other, yet neither seemed to realise it. Just lost in their own worlds. Vic frowned, not oblivious to the dreamy look on Y/n’s face or the way Damiano’s eyes kept flicking up and down their assistant’s body. Something was definitely going on here and she was determined to find out what exactly it was.

After Y/n had finally moved again, paying for the snacks, Victoria caught up with her outside the shop. Their driver was having a smoke, surely had more than enough time left for a little talk.

“Y/n, wait up,” Vic quickly jogged up to her, taking the shopping bag out of her hand and carrying it into the bus ahead of her.. “Let me help you.”

She was counting on the guys to be staying outside for a little longer, probably lighting up a cigarette each as soon as they were done snack-shopping.

“So…” She started, putting away the snacks alongside Y/n. “Saw you staring at Damiano in there.”

Great, this wasn’t subtle at all, she scowled at herself. Tact had never been her strong suit in these situations. She was far more likely to rush into a conversation, head first, too open, too honest, too soon.

“I- uh- I don’t know what you mean. I was probably just staring off into space.”

Okay, she was getting flustered. Victoria knew she was onto something here, but it wouldn’t be easy to get anything out of Y/n. She was way too professional and… uptight for that. And they didn’t exactly have any red wine on tap to get her to open up.

“You know, there’s no harm in it. He’s a very attractive man,” she said, playfully nudging Y/n’s side. “Pretty sure everyone’s had the hots for him at some point.”

“Well I haven’t, it's very unprofessional.” Y/n stubbornly replied and Victoria almost laughed out loud.

Sure, she hadn’t. That’s why she was staring at him like he was a drink of water in the middle of a desert. Or why she was getting all flustered every time he touched her. Or why she always seemed to gravitate towards him, whatever she was doing. But that wasn’t what Vic was going to say. It wouldn’t get them anywhere. She had learned that much about Y/n.

“All my friends used to have a crush on him in school,” Vic laughed, remembering their beginnings. “They’d just hang out whenever we were rehearsing, making heart eyes at him and complimenting his every move, but he never cared. He never even looked at them, just giving them a polite hello. Never paid them any attention because he was way too focused on the music we were making. He’s always been like that. Music has always come first. It’s why I think it’s so peculiar how interested he is in you.”

If Y/n had been flustered before, she was full-on blushing now, rapidly opening a random cabinet to hide her face, but Victoria had seen. Her eyes got wide, as if she had been struck by lightning.

“He’s not interested in me, don’t be silly. I work for him just as I work for you and we all get along. Nothing is going to happen if that is what you are worried about. I would never jeopardize the tour or our friendship. He doesn’t even see me like that, anyway, so it’s fine. It’s not like I’m his type, and like, I mean-”

“Hey,” Victoria turned more serious now. As much as she enjoyed teasing her new friend, she felt like she needed to let her know that she wasn’t kidding in this case. She put a tentative hand on her shoulder. Having the other turn around to have Y/n face her. “I’m serious though. I know it’s early days, but if you feel something for him? I’m not going to stop you. Neither is anyone else on this tour. He’s a great guy. And I’ll personally punch him if he isn’t. And I think you’re great Y/n. You deserve good things.”

For a second, Victoria could see a flicker of Y/n’s softer side, of her vulnerability. She felt compelled to pull her into a hug, but she feared making her uncomfortable, so instead, she simply pretended she hadn’t seen. Just like she pretended not to hear Y/n’s voice breaking just the tiniest bit when she said, “Thank you.”

***

The old town of Malmö was full of cobblestone, canals, and adorable old houses. When Y/n led them into the restaurant she had reserved for the evening, Damiano made sure to ask for a table by the window, enamoured by what looked to be the main square of the town and the people hurrying along. As he turned back towards the table, he noticed Y/n with a similar look on her face. Chin held up by her hand as she leaned on the table, watching the world pass by outside. A serene smile played on her face and he feared he was mirroring her expression when Victoria kicked his foot from under the table. Giving him a knowing smile and a raised brow. He shook his head, quickly grasping the menu to distract himself.

“Oooh happy hour!” Victoria squealed. “First round of cocktails is on me!”

Damiano almost let out a sigh - knowing fully well that when it came to an evening like this, they would not stop at a round or two. He was to be proven right.

About two hours later, the sun was on the verge of setting. There was a nice buzz going on, dinner eaten, while the drinks kept coming. Thomas was retelling a story Damiano had heard about a hundred times. Excitedly waving his hands around he only just managed to grasp one of the glasses before the guitarist knocked it over. Y/n was listening attentively - the only one out of the bunch to not have heard Thomas’ retelling before. Damiano couldn’t help but notice how her cheeks were slightly flushed, a sure sign that she’d had a drink. He thought she looked adorable. She’d look just as adorable under me. He quickly put the thought away, blaming it on the alcohol he had consumed. Apart from Y/n - who had been responsible enough to switch back and forth between cocktails and water - they were all on the edge of being drunk, laughing too loudly, talking too excitedly, being a little too affectionate.

It’s what he blamed his behaviour on, when he found his foot searching for hers under the table. Giving her just the slightest, playful kick to get her attention. She looked at him immediately, raised eyebrows, obviously wondering if he had touched her by mistake. So this time, he fully smirked, holding eye contact, as he nudged her again. A timid smile appeared on her face and he was convinced that she would be awkward. Pulling back, possibly scolding him any other time. But her slightly intoxicated state seemed to leave her more open to his teasing. He barely believed it when she nudged him back. Maybe we’re actually getting somewhere here.

“Um, excuse me?”

The whole table looked up at once at the timid voice. Only to find two young girls awkwardly and uncomfortable standing next to them, faces as red as tomatoes and eyes wide.

“Are you Måneskin?”

“We are, actually!” Victoria beamed, immediately getting up. “Do you guys want some pictures?”

The girls didn’t seem to manage anything but hectic nods, too excited and overwhelmed. Damiano smiled. It didn’t matter how big they were getting - having people coming up to them to ask for photos, so obviously in love with them. Still made his heart beat like crazy. He’d do anything for the fans.

Quickly, getting up from his chair as well, he pulled the other two along with him, taking a few photos with the two, exchanging some words and thanking them for their support. Looking back at Y/n, he noticed she was getting a bit nervous.

“Guys, we should probably move back to the hotel now,” she said and it was only then that he took a look around and saw the amount of people staring. Talking and pointing phones at them. It was obvious none of them were actual fans - just hoping to get a glimpse of something to put on their social media. Damiano nodded, rounding up the rest of his band and leading them out of the restaurant, ready to call for a taxi as Y/n went to settle the tab and then followed them outside mere seconds later.

“Right let’s get you back to the hotel,” Y/n decided as they finally managed to flag down a taxi. “But don’t worry, the night’s not over yet - bring your swimsuits, I’ve got a little surprise for you.”

***

Y/n was perched on a little tiled bench, laptop with work opened at her side. A bluetooth speaker ready nearby. She’d slipped the girl at the reception a little money and a signed picture of the band, which she had gratefully taken, to make sure they’d have the hotel pool to themselves that night. Y/n was aware that the band tended to really enjoy a nice dip in the water and she was determined she’d get them to let loose and relax a bit before more gigs were coming their way.

She didn’t notice that everyone had arrived until a flash of blond ran past her and jumped into a pool with a massive splash. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that Thomas would announce his presence like this. She still flinched for a second. Ethan followed not much later, with Victoria opting for the stairs ‘for hair-related reasons’ and Damiano pushing her in anyways. Following swiftly himself, as she grabbed his hand as she was falling. Y/n shook her head, amused at the four, and turned on some music as she watched them.

She couldn’t help but smile at the way they all acted like little kids on a pool day. But behaviour was one thing - the way they looked was quite another. Water was running down their bodies… okay, one body in particular. She would be lying if she said that Damiano swimming around in nothing but his little shorts wasn’t… well, breathtaking. Tattoos on full display, hair wet, glistening skin. He was smiling, laughing, trying to outswim Thomas. The way his physique moved through the water… He was in formidable shape. What she would give to be manhandled by this man.

Him pinning her to a wall, smirking, looking down at her like he was going to eat her. He rightfully just might. Telling her all the dirty thoughts he had when on stage. Making her look away in a blush, but grabbing her face. Tsk-ing, ‘no, no, no, good girls look at who is speaking to them’.

But no. Work called her name, just loudly enough to pull her out of her fantasy.

***

Opening the laptop, she immediately seemed to get immersed in her work. Damiano watched her with a frown on his face. This was so like her - making sure everyone else got taken care of and was having a good time, only to withdraw and bury her in her work again. He wished she’d take more breaks to just enjoy.

Every now and then she looked away from the screen, watching what everyone else was doing and contently smiling to herself. He couldn’t help imagining her watching over him the same way with their kids. His head was running away with the idea.

Him splashing around with the children. Her watching over them, staying on the sidelines, smiling the way she was now. Making sure everyone was safe and happy. Snacks in hand. Their daughter climbing out of the water, running over to her. The way her eyes would light up, arms open wide, not caring about getting wet as she hugged her. He knew she’d be the most perfect mum, just from looking at her. Nothing had ever been as obvious to him.

A splash of water over his head pulled him out of his thoughts. Apparently, Ethan had caught him staring. He shrugged it off.

“Y/n! Come swim with us!” Victoria called, moving to the edge of the pool. The assistant did nothing but raise a brow at the request, shaking her head.

“You kids go have fun,” she laughed. “I’m fine here, doing a bit of work. Just because you got a day off, doesn’t mean I do too!”

“Ah, you’re no fun, Y/n. One night won’t kill you,” Thomas groaned, diving back under the water.

“Well, I didn’t even bring my swimsuit, so it’s out of the question anyway. Now let me do some work.” She tried to sound strict but the giggle bubbled in her voice anyway, still tiny traces of intoxication in her speech. Damiano grinned at the thought of her still being tipsy, slightly wondering if it’d give him the chance to get her to let her guard down the way she had done the night before.

“Oh, rubbish, you party pooper!” Vic shouted back. “Your underwear will do just fine, it’s not like anyone is here to tell you off.”

Y/n shot a look at Victoria. A blush that definitely wasn’t caused by alcohol crept onto her face.

“I’m alright, you have fun.”

Damiano’s head spun, looking at Y/n sitting on the bench. The sheer idea of her joining them like that? Potentially seeing her undress? He was more than glad the water was hiding the lower half of his body.

“Get over here now or we’re dragging you in!” Thomas threatened, already halfway through heaving himself out of the water.

Oh, no way I’m getting out of the water right now, not like this.

“Oh fine! Fine, fine. If it will make you all stop worrying about me ‘not having fun’,” she laughed.” She rolled her trousers up as she moved to the edge of the pool, kicked off her shoes, and let her legs dangle in the water as she sat down. “Happy?”

“For now,” Vic laughed. “But don’t think you’ll always get out of things this easily!”

“Oh come on guys, leave her be.” Ethan decided to be the voice of reason once again. He swam up to her, hair all piled on top of his head in a bun. “Sorry about them - they don’t know when to quit.”

Y/n giggled at his comment.

“It’s cool, nice seeing everyone have a good time though.” Y/n tilted her head for a moment, looking at Ethan. Slowly she raised a hand to hold his face still, the other hand pulling something out of his hair. “There you go. Can’t have fuzz in those luscious locks of yours!”

A scowl appeared on Damiano’s face. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling like this, but the way she was looking at Ethan right now, that soft touch, made all the fantasies in his head shatter for a moment. Why wasn’t she fixing his hair instead. Fuck, he was being stupid. His attention was drawn away from the pair as a loud squeal escaped Victoria, who was currently being wrestled in the water by Thomas.

“Don’t you dare dunk me!”

Damiano didn’t even have to watch to know what happened next. A second later, a spluttering Vic emerged, a murderous look in her eye as she dunked Thomas in return. Their little fight turned chaotic, ending with the top of her bikini slowly floating away from her.

“Aw Vic, do you always have to be topless?!” Thomas laughed loudly.

“You dick! You untied it!”

Y/n instantly covered her eyes, avoiding Victoria’s half-naked body at all costs, looking down at her lap.

“Um - maybe someone should, uh, give her her top back?” She stammered.

Vic looked at the blushing girl, a smirk growing on her face as she whispered something at Thomas, pointing at Y/n, obviously hatching a plan. She swam up to their friend, gently grabbing her legs under the water.

“You are the only one that seems to mind, amore… Do you not like my tits?” Victoria teased, cocking her head to the side as she tried to catch Y/n’s eyes.

“No! No, I mean- That’s not what I mean. Um… I don’t know - is it just me or is it hot in here?” Y/n was a mess, tripping over her words.

“The only one that’s hot here is you, Y/n,” Thomas grinned, swimming off to retrieve Vic’s top, which he handed to her as he came back. The blonde held it up to her boobs in a fake-clumsy way, big eyes looking up at Y/n.

“Oh, I think I’m going to need your help with this, Y/n. Mind tying me up?”

Y/n looked like she was about to explode, her face once again covered in a deep red. With slightly shaking fingers, she moved forwards as Vic turned her back towards her, fumbling with the strings around her neck and her back to tie them up.

“Thanks, babe, you’re a doll!” Victoria grinned, taking the assistant’s hand and leaving a little kiss on her knuckles. It was the point at which Damiano decided he’d definitely need to protect her from his bandmates. If anything, it was his time to bother Y/n now.

As Damiano swam over, Y/n was still bright red. Her head was still lowered, picking at her nail polish, as she squeaked out a “hi”. You’ve got to put on the charm now, you can do it, he said in his head, hyping himself up as he looked back at her. He didn’t want to bring her into even more of an awkward situation, but his hands were on her legs before he even noticed, slightly stroking along the curve of her calves under the water.

“Don’t mind those fools,” he told her in a voice low enough that they wouldn’t hear. “They’re just trying to rile you up because they like seeing you blush. It is a nice sight, to be fair. Seeing you blush.”

“Well, it’s not like I have control over that. Um. Y-you look cool… I mean - good. You know? … fucking hell.” She buried her face in her hands, stifling a flustered chuckle. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I apologise, I will just hide now, forever.”

Yet, the smile on her face hadn’t left since Damiano had arrived. She bit her lip nervously, looking at the singer. Staring at him, maybe trying to figure out what his intentions were. He wished he knew. “Your, uh… eyes… they’re pretty.”

“Don’t even think about ever hiding that face from me, yeah?” He pulled her hands back down as she once again attempted to cover herself. He briefly forgot his hands were wet, until she giggled and patted her own dry on her shirt as he let go. “Your eyes are really pretty too, Y/n, so don’t deprive me of them.”

She blinked a couple of times, taken aback by what he had said. “Alright, I can do that.” She barely noticed they were holding hands. Rubbing her thumb over his skin softly, keeping herself grounded in place by the heat his body gave off under the water. “You just gotta step in when they start taking the piss again, yeah?”

He moved in closer now, only letting go of her hands to grasp onto her thighs, trying to keep himself above water. He was desperate to move between her legs, but he wasn’t going to ruin the moment by taking it too far. Not yet. “Of course. But amore mio, what if I wanted to, uh, ‘take the piss’?”

She smirked. “Oh! Then that’s fine.”

Damiano was sure his heart wasn’t even beating anymore, it was fluttering. There was something about her… every time he watched her, talked to her, he felt like he was looking at her for the first time. Finding a new side to her. He wanted more, constantly craving to get closer, and in moments like these. When she let him in just a little bit, made him feel like he was just one small step above the others, he felt like it was all going to be worth it. The slow way he was working himself into her heart.

“Y/N HAS A TATTOO ON HER ANKLE!” Thomas suddenly shouted, popping out of the water and pointing at the assistant. Damiano was pushed out of the way by Victoria, who grabbed Y/n’s leg. Hoisting it up in the air, turning it to show her ankle. A black outlined hand giving the middle finger with long black nails stared back at the band.

“That is really pretty,” Ethan said softly, but Victoria scoffed

“Pretty? It’s fucking cool! See,” she turned back to Y/n, “you are rock ‘n’ roll!”

Damiano stared at the little drawing on her leg, fascinated to have found yet another side to her he hadn’t seen coming. He wondered if she would let him tattoo her one day, letting him grab her leg, smoothing over the skin, putting that kind of trust in him. He was determined to find out, sooner or later.

“I mean... you think you’re the only ones with tattoos?” Y/n smirked, almost in a cocky way. It was a good look on her. “That one hurt like a bitch-”

“That one?” Damiano threw in. “Does that mean there’s more?”

Looking over at him, she simply smiled, shaking her head. “Anyway, it’s late, we should be going to bed soon. I know - I’m not trying to parent you, but somebody’s gotta be responsible here!” She stood up, fixing her trousers, putting her shoes back on, and grabbing towels to pass around. “Come on, out of the pool. Comply and I will get you something special with your coffee tomorrow!”

***

After everyone had retired to their rooms, Victoria decided she needed another talk. Moving along the hotel corridor, she stopped in front of Damiano’s door, softly knocking. He opened hastily, his face dropping ever so slightly as he saw her.

“Not who you were expecting?” She asked with a smirk as she pushed past him into the room. She was glad they’d all gotten their own rooms for the night and didn’t have to share - no need to involve Ethan or Thomas in the little conversation she was aiming to have with Damiano. Victoria dropped down onto the bed, kicking her shoes off and getting comfortable, as the singer followed.

“What can I do for you?” Damiano asked, shutting the door behind her.

“How about explaining why you were all over Y/n in the pool?” A grin spread on her face. She knew she’d have to be much less careful with Damiano than she had been in the conversation with Y/n, but still needed him to know this was good-natured teasing. “Pretty touchy, if you ask me.”

“Well, we were talking. Don’t need to tell you everything I do.” He flopped onto the bed, grabbing a pillow to smother his face into. “Why?”

“Yes you do, I’m one of your best friends!” She didn’t hesitate in grabbing the second pillow to whack him over the head, before putting it back behind herself to lean against. “Just interested to know what you think of her. You know, because I’m your friend and I care. And I’m nosey, so spill.”

He started groaning into the pillow.

“If I told you I think I like her, would you shut up about it?” He turned his head to the side to look at the blonde. “I don’t know, Vic, she walked into our lives and…” His eyes grew distant as he thought about her.

“Wait, you actually like like her? I was thinking you were just attracted, you know the thrill of the chase and all that. Fuck, Damiano!” Her smile came back tenfold. “I love this!”

He shot up from his lying position. “No! No, you don’t love this! I don’t love this! I have no fucking clue what I’m doing! She is so sweet and kind and sensitive and I can’t stop thinking about her, it’s turning me into a brain-dead zombie. I could never actually win her over, I fuck up so much and- … I talk too much don’t I?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so flustered!” Victoria remarked in amazement. “You’re actually, properly, crushing on her! You should tell her.” She almost added if only for my amusement but decided against it. This was obviously tormenting him already, no need for her to rub it in.

“I’m not gonna tell her shit! She’s our assistant, for god’s sake. I already could be in so much trouble if she took something I said wrong. I could fall flat on my face and- … Vic, I know that you care and you want me to be happy. Which I love and appreciate. We are best friends, we really are. I would do the same thing if you had a crush on someone, but I just don’t know what to do,” he moans, falling back onto the bed. “I haven’t been like this since school.”

Victoria patted his head in sympathy as he buried his face back into the pillow. She wasn’t quite sure what to advise him in this situation. Sure, she would love to see her friend happy. And there was definitely something cooking under the surface of Y/n’s feelings. And, honestly, the thought of the two of them together? She was basically swooning at the thought. But she also knew it wasn’t her place to meddle. Right?

“I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. I don’t wanna scare her away.” He looked at Victoria with pleading eyes. “Has she talked to you at all? Have you picked up anything from her? Any hints?”

A sigh escaped her lips, but she knew she couldn’t help but give him at least a little push in what she hoped was the right direction. “Look, Damiano. I’m not gonna pretend like I didn’t notice she fancies you. Honestly, no surprise there. But I think we both know she’s not exactly the type to jump right into bed with someone. So take it slow. Show her you care. Woo her.”

“Woo her?! Like an old Italiano romance? I can do that… I think. Okay, what does she like… Y/n, what does she- She doesn’t really talk about herself that much, does she..” Victoria could see the gears turning in his head. “This was so much easier when I wasn’t invested… Why do I have to be invested, Vic?”

He looked at her with dopey eyes, before jumping up and pacing around the room. “Argh! She is making me go insane! I tried writing lyrics, but nothing is working. I just can’t focus when she’s around. She gets this look, especially when talking about her work and language.. At the pool, did you see how she looked at me?”

“You’ve written lyrics?! Now, you really got it bad, my friend,” Victoria shook her head in amusement. “But yes, I did. I told you, she’s interested. Can’t tell you how deep that runs, I’ve only known her for a few days myself and she is working for us, no way to ignore that. So maybe take a step back until you figure this out?”

“Yeah, you’re right. She works for us. That’s… that’s a giant, neon ‘no’.” He stopped walking, looking out of the window. “I need to cool it, don’t I? We’re on tour. What am I doing! We have fans and people who are looking forward to seeing us. We have gigs to play! Fuck.” He sighed, staring off into the distance. “We should probably sleep. No long drive tomorrow, but lots of interviews, right?”

“Don’t get in over your head about this,” she put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. She hadn’t expected this kind of outburst when she had knocked on his door earlier. “It’s the first week of tour. You got three more of seeing her literally every day. Concentrate on the job, then on her, yeah? Now let’s get some sleep. And I mean it - no pondering and smoking all through the night, you gotta rest!”

“You’re right, I don’t know what I was thinking. Thank you.” He pulled Victoria into a hug. “Thank god you’re here. Wouldn’t know what to do. Goodnight.”

She gave him a little wave as she left his room, only just hearing him mumble, “I have music to perform…”

***

As the night grew to a close, Y/n found herself in her own room, snuggling into a pillow. Glad that the next day would leave less free time. Drive to Copenhagen. Get everyone settled it. Maneuver them from interview to interview, although this time around Victoria would be a great help since she knew Danish. Then off to soundcheck, light dinner, the gig, sleep. No time to get lost in silly daydreams for once.

Yet, as sleep slowly crept up on her, she couldn’t help one last thought entering her mind.

I wonder if he is thinking of me.

#maneskin fiction #damiano david fiction #damiano david imagine #damiano david x you #damiano david x reader #maneskin imagine #maneskin x you #fluff #maneskin x reader #mywriting #bethanysnow #quiet music

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bipolarbuttercup · 3 years

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you know WHAT I’m tired of positivity posts that are just bland ‘you’re valid! You’re good!” like thats nice and all but how about some specifically good things about your disorder here I’ll start with some cool things about being Bipolar (1)

being manic means I start so many projects which means i have a lot of cool skills and arts. no ive never done one for any particularly long time but i end every episode with a new painting or collage or knit scarf or impeccable palace built in minecraft or maxing out the alchemy stat in skyrim and thats pretty cool

Being manic also means that, on the good days, im so fuckin fun at parties and i can make friends easily and im a social butterfly and its absolutely delightful to be filled with giddiness and glee to the point that it feels like your chest will explode because youre just hanging w your friends and making them laugh

being psychotic made me really spiritually aware and while it took some time to adjust and find the difference between delusions and spiritual experiences i have still had some deeply profound and life changing moments thanks to my perceptual distortions, and honestly if i could go back and choose to never have my first psychotic episode i probably wouldnt because its had a ripple effect that ultimately made me a better person and got me the treatment i needed. it was also my spiritual initiation into some typa mystery school that I can’t explain but has been talked about in exactly as vague terms for millennia.

rejection sensitivity dysphoria means im pretty good at noticing when my actions hurt people and if i use that to make myself better (by making note of what hurt me, or what i said that hurt the other person, and addressing that issue by either changing my behavior or talking openly and honestly about it) instead of taking it out on my loved ones, it actually strengthens my relationships instead of damages them

even when im deeply depressed its really hard to find anything good about it but like.... idk man it taught me to appreciate the little things that bring me joy and when i find something that gives me a spark i hold it close to my heart forever. some of the most beautifully happy moments have been in the middle of the worst depressive episodes bc that moment that the clouds part and the sunset sky is pink and heavenly? well.... i live for those moments

anyways... idk this is all to say its not all bad and its not all struggle.

#mine #personal #ok to rb #ok to add too!#pls add examples #lets be grateful for what we got #bc sometimes... you rly do need to look at the positives #im trying so hard not to give into the existential despair #and im coming off an episode #so lemme have this #anyways #actuallybipolar #actuallydepressed #actuallyadhd #pls dont come into the comments with negativity and despair i cannot take it simply #im holding on by a thread bruv #idk how im still standing #am leaning drunkenly against a wall but shit im still at the club

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drxwsyni · 4 years

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Always, and Forever

Pairing: Yandere Koushi Sugawara x f!Reader

Synopsis: Koushi has taken care of you for so long, by now it’s something you’ve come to find solace in. And so it pains you to have to part from him on purge night, forced into the outside world in hopes of quelling your lingering embers of desired independence, however that may happen.

a/n: This is my fic for the Yandere Purge AU writing collab, hosted by the Lovesick Discord server! Here’s the link to the m.list where you can read the other fics members have written for this collab! I really didn’t mean for my part to get this long, but alas I have zero self control.

Thanks you so so so much to @yanderart for beta-ing this fic, you literally always work wonders for me while also being the sweetest human being ever. Many kithes for you my dear friend.

9.7k words

Warnings: Dubcon, heavy stockholm syndrome, infantilization, attempted assault (when Daichi makes a brief appearance), injury, depictions of violence, gaslighting, manipulation.

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He felt like home.

Koushi’s embrace, his words, his smell―the stability he surrounded you with.

The love he surrounded you with.

You felt light around him. Mind in another place, floating off into feelings of quietude. A swell of comfort bloomed in your chest at the sight of him. His warm and familiar smile, adoration for you shining in his hazel brown eyes. The way his fingers ghosted across your skin, gentle, as if you were made of the most delicate glass, and any move too unintentionally harsh would break you.

It’s why he took such good care of you. Making sure you were safe, out of harm from the dangers of the outside world. Tucked away in his home a small ways away from the outskirts of the city. He held a certain pride to it all―the knowledge that you were protected from all that could ail you, and all because of him.

You doubted that there was anyone else on the planet who would do the same. Who would learn every single little thing about you, know you better than you knew yourself. Nobody else existed that would dedicate so much to making sure you never had to worry your pretty little head over the stresses of everyday life.

There was nobody but Koushi.

As he held you close, your back pressed into his as the two of you lay in bed, it was obvious that he was all that you needed.

His arms wrapped around you, and with the lulling sensation of sleep slowly washing over you like a rising tide, it was easy to melt into his embrace. If you relaxed enough, let your inhibitions escape you, just how he always urged you to do, you might just feel like all is right in your small world with him.

“...You know what day tomorrow is, right?”

But that was why you couldn’t relax.

Koushi keeps you on your toes, biding his time for you to step out of line. He waits patiently, observing, but not compelling you more than normal on any given day. Your lover keeps with routine, fearful that changes will be too much for you to handle. Only, you wish there was a change, anything to stave off the mental consequences that repetitive actions brought.

You couldn’t relax, because even if he felt like home, it was still not your home. You lost that a year ago tomorrow.

...Purge night.

Free reign given to those like Koushi, and for those such as yourself. To have and to hold, or to run free. Two opposing forces in a race against the clock to fulfill their desires.

But you didn’t even make it past the first five minutes.

• • •

Seated on his couch, TV mantled above the fireplace, a warm glow dancing across the room.

You were nervous―painfully so.

That dreaded letter came in the mail. You were selected to be a participant, the government mandated notice read. Unfortunately for you, it didn’t read who you were selected by. It was why you were scared out of your mind, and why you went to the only person who could calm you down.

At his side, his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer, Koushi soothingly reassured you that everything would be alright. With his words, low and gentle, softly spoken in your ear. Or with his actions, a welcomingness that you could never refuse. His home being a safe haven, his touch coaxing you to let yourself accept that you had not a single thing to fret about with him.

He offered protection for the night. And you knew that you wouldn’t make it out there by yourself, so of course you obliged.

You obliged when he said to make yourself comfortable, when he offered to put on some music to ease the tension, whatever could assist your shaken soul. Your nerves were quite clearly running rampant― “Nothing a good cup of tea can’t fix.”

Koushi was right, it did wonders for your state, subdued more and more by the second.

Soon, the announcement played across the screen. Words in bold urging caution for some, and sparking adrenaline for many.

For you, things felt...strange.

The task of placing who had signed you up for this dreadful night was mind boggling. You thought to your coworkers, childhood friends, even lingering acquaintances that had entered and left your life in the span of a single day.

Still, nobody came to mind…

Not until the announcement ended.

Or the sirens outside ceased their countrywide alerts.

It wasn’t until you lost the feeling in your limbs, did you know where your mistake lay.

Taking the form of your always caring friend, never the one to leave you unguarded. Constantly checking up on you, ensuring you were looking after yourself. Doing everything he could to take responsibility for all those little things you couldn’t handle, just to lift that extra weight off you.

But really, Koushi didn’t think you could handle anything. Not like he could. Your struggles weren’t something you, a fragile and vulnerable thing, could ever possibly manage. In his eyes, you just weren’t made to take care of yourself.

That’s what he told you as he shut the television off, and as he laid you down on the couch.

He spoke so lovingly, “It’s alright, my sweet girl.”

By then it was too late. You were reduced to being completely defenceless, at risk of quite literally everything.

...That’s not how he saw it, though.

To Koushi, you’d never been safer.

That was the reality―you in his home away from modern dangers. Then, and now still.

• • •

A year had just about gone by. You no longer thought for yourself, for the most part. Koushi tried to force you into a state of complete dependence, and you couldn’t deny that he did a good job of it. You knew this because mostly, your memory was in shambles. From days upon days upon weeks where you let him do all the work, things didn’t really stick. And what significant thing was there to remember in the same laid out and unfaltering routine?

He would always dote on you, not once have you needed to ask him to do so. “It’s my responsibility,” he would repeatedly tell you. It wasn’t your place to fend for yourself―that was his job.

With how thorough he was with that agenda, not letting you slip up for a second without reprimanding you, Koushi had molded your mindset to fit his ideals. A year of reminders, of insisting submission upon you―all serving one purpose.

To make you see, make you understand that he was the only one for you.

But he knew just as much, if not more than you, that still there remained the flickering flames of autonomy. The need for it dim, but its light still a beacon of strength that fueled you to resist him.

Koushi waited for an answer, an acknowledgement to his question that no doubt stirred conflict in your mind.

Your hands gripped the bedsheets, a seed of dread planted in your chest. Just slightly, you nodded your head in confirmation. Of course you knew what tomorrow was.

The day where, only because it’s illegal not to do so, those like you were given a chance at freedom. To make up for failing last year, and to obtain that independence you once held.

You didn’t even know if you completely wanted it though...

Behind you, Koushi pulled you closer into him. Carefully, he leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss against your temple. His hand intertwined with yours, giving it a small squeeze.

And nothing more was said on the matter.

_____

You woke up in his arms, a safe cocoon under the sheets with the morning daylight seeping through the cracks of the closed blinds. Of course, Koushi was already awake.

Sometime throughout the night, you shifted into your current position―head resting on his chest, arm thrown over his torso. You sighed happily as you were met in your waking state with the feeling of his hand on your waist, holding you against him as he thumbed the soft and nightgown clothed skin soothingly, a repeated back and forth.

His morning voice always made you feel different. A little raspy, but still coated in his loving tone, creating butterflies in your stomach. “Mornin’, pretty girl.”

Still wrapped in the comfort of a post sleep haze, you nuzzled your face into his chest. “Mmmn...mornin’.”

If you were looking at him, you’d be able to see his expression that was practically dripping in admiration. You might find his tiredly intimate words and motions endearing, but he found that of yours to be nearly enough to stop his heart.

Really, everything you did had that effect.

...It was a shame he’d have to go without it later tonight.

For now however, he’d let you sleep in. It was the weekend after all, and you needed your beauty rest. That, and he wasn’t about to ruin this moment by discussing the inevitable.

_____

Neither of you had yet to speak of what was soon to come, but that didn’t matter. Not when, even from the moment he got you out of bed, that reality was already having an influence on your day.

Normally, Koushi would opt to dress you in something a little more delicate. He liked the sight of you in a silken nightgown, an earthy pale pink, or pastel blues. Something to represent how fragile he thought you to be. Of course, it was never a practical outfit. But you had nowhere you needed to be, remaining inside his home your only job.

This morning's upgrade of a real dress, one with pockets, double lined and long sleeve, was the first reminder of tonight’s main event. All in all, it was pretty. You liked it, you were grateful for it.

But it only made your chest tighten, an indescribable hint of trepidation taking hold of your being.

The day goes on, you once again settling into routine. It wasn’t hard doing so, especially since now you’ve grown used to how unwavering it is. You actually find it quite nice.

If you forced yourself to step outside of your adopted headspace, it was just barely possible to pinpoint when you became this docile. When the rules Koushi had both mentally and physically beat into you became automatic actions. Or, when they didn’t seem like rules, but more so guidelines for a healthy routine that you genuinely wanted to complete.

Because you did feel healthy. You got plenty of sleep, since you always went to bed when he told you to. You had a balanced diet, because even though Koushi was busy with work, he always managed to prepare you a proper meal. You felt at peace, because you forgot why you were here in the first place.

So, separating from that compliance, and forcing yourself to remember your reality―you’d say it’s been roughly three months since you started to enjoy living with Koushi. And now that you’ve memorized the routine he’s set up for you, you know that when he sits you down on the couch, while he remains standing in front of you before speaking―these are special circumstances.

It’s just after dinner, a little past 5 o’clock. He has yet to help you switch into your evening routine, which normally consists of giving you a task such as reading or drawing to pass the time, until you have to get ready for bed.

You know that he’s looking down at you, but you can’t bring yourself to return his gaze. When you caught a glimpse of it, it only stirred anxiety inside of you. He wasn’t tense. He wasn’t upset. He seemed...casual.

Too casual for the conversation you were about to have.

“I know this is stressful for you, sweetheart. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

Your hands are folded on your lap, nails digging into the skin in an attempt to distract you from the developing worry encasing you.

Much to your dismay, Koushi crouches down in front of you, a hand placed gently atop your knee. Like an adult trying to get on the level of a child, which honestly is what he makes you feel like sometimes when he speaks in such a soft tone. It forces you to look him in the eyes.

He’s right―you could always say no.

Mandatory by law, those like you who are bound to your ‘lover’ by their legal ownership over you must be given a chance to regain independence. However, you’re completely within your rights to deny the offer. Of course, this would mean that for another year you would be stuck with them.

The problem is, many of the individuals who deny the offer no longer find it as being stuck.

You don’t know what you would define it as.

What you do know is that if you go, the odds of making it out with that sense of freedom aren’t very encouraging. Your stamina is all but entirely depleted, given how the most activity you get is by walking throughout the house to either the bathroom, living room or kitchen.

On top of that, you have zero clue where you’d go. Being in the same spot for a year hasn’t exactly done anything for your sense of direction, or your understanding of the city’s layout. And the last time you went outside, the most you saw was the same view from the living room’s window.

Because you only got about ten feet from the back door before Koushi caught you.

That experience didn’t give you anything to help you in trying your hand at tonight’s offer. In fact, it only made things more difficult. The mere thought of what had ensued after he dragged you back inside his home was immobilizing.

It was likely the very reason as to why deciding if you wanted to attempt to leave Koushi was so debilitating. When even thinking of taking a single step outside struck fear into your core.

...

You should say no.

But of course, things would never be that simple. Not now at least.

Those embers of resistance still burned inside of you. Albeit dangerously fleeting, you could just barely recall the indulgences of your past life. A time where you still held that independence, when you could choose to do things for yourself. Small things you took for granted, like fast food or staying up late and binging shows―while the memories were clouded, you could still recognize the feeling they gave you.

Of warmth, or of the mindless pleasure that you used to never think twice about seeking.

A pang of guilt shot through you, realizing how selfish you were for wanting to leave Koushi over that. He’d been so good to you, making sure you barely had to lift a finger. Yet here you were, yearning for things that would only do you harm, a fact he’d repeated countless times in the early days of living with you.

But, tonight was the only night of the year when you got to be a little selfish. The prospect of earning those little independent privileges was strangely like fuel to the nearly burnt out fire of your lingering resistance.

You looked back at the grey haired man, still calmly awaiting an answer.

“N-no, no...I want to do this, I think…”

And there was that smile again, all too soft and gentle for what you could only guess was some well contained detestment for your words. He looked understanding, and to anyone else the way he regarded you would be endearing.

What a loving boyfriend….

If only they knew.

With that, he let you remain on the couch, waiting patiently for his return while he moved momentarily into another room. Soon he returned, and for the first time in a whole year, he let you watch television that wasn’t dumbed down animated shows, or wholesome animal documentaries.

Koushi put on the news, or more specifically, the countdown broadcast to the purge.

_____

You could almost laugh at how rattled simply watching the news made you. It would be amusing, accept your heart was beating too fast, mind racing with worrying thoughts to realize the irony of the situation.

This night was supposed to be your only chance of gaining legal custody of your own independence. You should be beaming. Yet here you were, anxiously bouncing your leg, bottom lip between your teeth as the announcer went on with scripts of how people across the country were preparing for when 6 pm hit.

And Koushi, the one who should be stressed with the possibility of you slipping out of his grasp―he was doing fine.

For the most part, at least.

Sure, a small hint of dread for the highly, and he means highly, unlikely was present in the back of his mind. But Koushi knew you. He knew every single little thing that made you who you were.

Of course he did, he loved you after all.

So that flicker of dread remained almost nonexistent. Because he also knew how this night would end, and that was more than enough to calm his nerves.

Unconsciously, you leaned into Koushi’s side. He was seated right next to you on the middle of the couch. An arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. Your left hand in his and placed on his lap, his fingers not so absentmindedly drawing soothing circles into your skin.

You didn’t see, but his eyes never left your troubled and practically shaking form.

He felt bad for taking pride in the sight.

It meant that you were terrified of leaving him. And you should be, it was so dangerous out there. You didn’t know how to take care of yourself, it’s why he did it for you. So, seeing this proof that in less than ten minutes, you’d be going out into the night alone, had you shivering in fear―it only told him that what he was doing was right.

Yes, it did hurt him to see you so distressed, but you needed to learn your place.

Which was next to him, always.

And when he thought about it, this is how his lessons always went. Koushi would never hurt you unless you deserved it. Unfortunately for you, you tended to do a lot of things that warranted punishment. And he was eager to help you see things his way. Tonight was no different.

You’d never be in any real danger.

He’d never go as far as to permanently damage you in any way.

If you deserved the punishment, then he should be allowed to have a little fun with it.

Both of you were brought out of your respective intense thoughts as the room was bathed in red. The television screen, now vibrantly pigmented in the colour, began playing the annual emergency broadcast, alarms blaring from the speakers.

Koushi saw how you flinched, and like the loving person he was, he reached for the remote to turn down the volume. You were still shaking like a leaf, stare fixated on the bolded words rolling across the screen.

In an attempt to console you, Koushi gently moved a hand onto your shoulder, urging you to lean back into him. Your heart skipped a beat as he placed a kiss on the crown of your head, lingering there for a moment.

He spoke in a delicate whisper, just loud enough that it would drown out the automated announcer from the last broadcast to be had tonight. “...Shhh, you’re alright sweetheart.”

Unconsciously, you nodded with his affirmation, trying to convince yourself of the same thing.

Information continued to dance across the screen. You would have twelve hours, starting at 6 pm, which was in two minutes, to do whatever you needed to obtain your ideal outcome. So would those opposite of you in nature, which didn’t exactly help your chances of fighting for your freedom.

A myriad of other rules and such were listed, most of them being useless to you. It was more so meant for those of the bolder type. What weapons you could use, who you could injure, and how far you could take things.

You didn’t want to hurt anybody. You just wanted to go back to how things were before naively falling for Koushi’s trap―or at least that’s what you thought. The whole decision still felt a little cloudy in your mind, even now.

Abruptly, the television stopped it’s recount of the mandatory notice. The red returned to black, because for one, there was nothing more to and. And, because Koushi had turned off the TV, the resounding click bringing you back to reality.

Neither of you moved as the countrywide sirens rang out. The fixed speakers outside sounded off, letting everyone who wasn’t tuning into the news segment that finally, the purge had begun.

Your gaze remained fixed on the floor, feeling like it was taking an eternity for the roaring noises to cease. Eventually they did, leaving you and Koushi with the silence of the living room, the hushed sounds of a crackling fireplace being the only thing to meet your ears.

Naturally, he has to do everything for you. And, naturally, he doesn’t mind.

“C’mon, sweet girl.”

Carefully, so as not to scare you more than you already clearly were, Koushi pulled you off the couch. Not moving too quickly, he kept your hand held firmly in his as he led you to the front door.

You couldn’t remember the last time you got this close to the entrance. His various methods of reprimand doing wonders to keep you from drawing near it. Sometimes, even looking at the door was something you feared.

But now, here you were, standing right in front of it.

You followed Koushi’s movements, your hand falling at your side as he released it to begin undoing the excessive amount of locks.

Not excessive to him of course, anything to keep his perfect little girl safe.

The quiet beeping of the door’s alarm was the only thing to be heard aside from the noise of your heart beating in your chest, the sound reverberating in your skull. Then came the manual locks, Koushi’s hand reaching into his pocket to grab the keyring.

With each lock coming undone, your mindset continued to spiral.

You can’t do this. It’s too much to handle. You have no clue where to go, or where to hide.

And the comfort that he provides―you really do like it.

How he touches you, tender and lovingly, able to feel with every movement how much he cares for you. When he wraps you in his arms, that familiar and comforting smell that’s so undeniably Koushi sedating those thoughts at unease. He speaks to you, always saying the right things, so softly.

You realized that lately, there was nothing to worry about with him.

But you would lose all you earned the second you stepped out of his home.

Yet, as he finishes with the locks and turns back to you, it doesn’t feel like you’ll lose anything.

Not as in, once you leave, his presence will be gone, and that you’ll never have to experience it after you make it out of this night with your freedom.

Rather, once you fail, he’ll be waiting, ready to snuff out those pangs of anguish you’re feeling right now, just like he always does. That kind of comfort didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

The thought alone was enough to quell many of your concerns.

Koushi stepped towards you, his hands reaching for you, finding their destination in gingerly cupping your face. Nervously, your eyes flitted from his frame to the door’s handle.

The man in front of you sighed slightly, taking in the details of your expression. The furrow of your brows, how you had trouble focusing on any one thing while a plethora of thoughts raced through your mind.

He liked knowing how much this was bothering you. Showing that at the end of the day, you were more dependent on him than you realized.

Koushi was the first to speak, you tensing at the startling noise.

“I’m not forcing you to do this, sweetheart. You know you don’t have to go out there.”

He studied you intently, and you felt the urge to shrink from his focused gaze. It would be so easy to just stay home. To curl up with Koushi in front of the fireplace, relax into his arms as the night went by.

But as you looked back to the unlocked door once more, you knew that wasn’t an option.

“I do have to, I’m sorry…”

You didn’t know if you were apologizing to him, or to yourself.

Koushi smiled, a thumb momentarily caressing your cheekbone before pulling away.

“Well, then―I’ve got something for you.” His hand once again fished around in his pocket before pulling out the object in question.

Your eyes landed on it immediately―a burner phone.

It was simple, a black flip phone, old model and with little use aside from calls and texts that took far too long to type out on its inconvenient keyboard.

Koushi stood next to you, a hand resting on the small of your back as he flipped the device open. The artificial glow of the screen illuminated your face while he held it open for you to observe.

“My number is on speed dial, just press here―” he went through the motions slowly, letting you follow the steps he was taking, “―and you’ll be able to call whenever you need me.”

Slowly you nodded, amazed at the prospect of using an electronic, even an ancient one. You hadn’t touched a phone in so long.

Koushi slipped the device into the pocket of your dress, choosing to face you once again. This time he gripped your shoulders, giving them a firm squeeze to grab your attention. “If you can’t handle being out there, promise that you’ll call me.”

For the first time this night, you looked him in the eyes. Those full of compassion and care, you not knowing the feelings they hid from you.

“...I will, Koushi.”

A moment of silence lingered in between the two of you, and before you could make any first move, his lips were softly connecting with yours.

An action full of devotion, you had no choice but to melt into it. Because now, it no longer caused discomfort to eat away at your system, but the exact opposite.

When his lips parted from yours, instead of immediately letting go, Koushi pulled you into his embrace. His arms wrapped around your waist, your head settling into the crook of his neck.

You finally realized that there had been tears slipping down your cheeks this whole time.

His voice sent shivers down your spine, spoken against the shell of your ear. “I love you, so much…”

Your hands gripped his shirt tightly in response.

“...But, you won’t stand a chance out there.”

An odd choice of words, while although it did send an icy fear throughout your body, it still made you want to go out there and prove him wrong.

Whether or not he realized that fact was beyond you.

Koushi pulled away, not before pressing a final kiss on your cheek. His hand reached for the doorknob, turning, and swinging it open.

The cold air of the evening hit your body, the sun rapidly setting on the horizon. It brought about a new sense of coldness to go along with that which was stirred by your anxieties. Breaking your attention away from the outdoors that lay just a few feet away, Koushi voiced his plans.

“Alright, pretty girl. I’ll give you an hour as a head start, sound good?”

Silently, because you couldn’t form the words to make a response with an impossible lump in your throat, you nodded. But you still remained in place.

Waiting for his permission.

He smiled at your expectant behaviour.

Koushi waved a hand, gesturing to the outdoors. “...Go on, now.”

Hesitantly, still greatly unsure of your own decision, you did as he said. Feeling almost light, with your body seemingly moving on its own, you stepped through what, up until now, was a forbidden threshold.

The breeze in the air made your dress flow, the feeling of the forceful chill against the bare skin of your legs a foreign sensation after all this time. You could hear the sounds of crickets chirping in the grass, many living past the tree-line of the forest surrounding his home.

The sun was what you were least expecting.

Just barely managing to peek through the mostly overcast sky, its intense rays landed upon your skin. You could feel its heat, a warmth contrasting the fall temperatures. Tilting your head up slightly, you closed your eyes to bask in its natural gift.

But as soon as it came, the sensation was gone.

The sky fully clouded over, leaving you in the cold, and in a darkness threatening to grow worse as each second ticked by. Still battling an inner turmoil to go through with your wants, you turned around to face Koushi one last time.

Still at the front entrance, he was bathed in the inviting warm light coming from inside the house. He made no more moves to sway you in any which direction. Instead, he simply stood in the doorway, casually leaning against it with his hands in his pockets.

That’s when it dawned on you.

You were wasting time.

No wonder he was so calm. Letting you spend precious seconds getting nowhere.

Your eyes met his. Koushi gave you that signature smile that suddenly wasn’t so comforting.

And then, you were gone.

_____

Your heart was thudding loudly in your chest, desperate gulps of air entering and exiting your already exhausted system. Previous calculations on the few strengths you’d have going for you, and the many weaknesses holding you back were correct.

After less than two minutes of running, you already had to reduce yourself to a walking pace.

Your limbs felt increasingly strained at the sudden exertion, calves aching and lungs burning. Once you slowed down and your wits returned, you noticed the particularly painful sensation in your feet.

Koushi failed to give you proper shoes for the night's events, instead leaving you in your fairly thin lined slippers that now weren’t even good enough to keep out the chill.

Or perhaps, he did that on purpose?

Those facts didn’t quite matter at the moment. You had finally reached the edge of the city, making good time as you didn’t have the need to make it there under the cover of the forest. A quick glance at your burner phone would tell you that you still had fifteen minutes of free time, so there was no problem being out in the open as you took to the road to reach your destination.

The stretches of trees were replaced with encroaching buildings, starting out small and changing into impressive structures as you ventured further into the city.

Overall, it was quiet. Aside from a few stray pieces of litter blowing in the wind, there was nobody out on the streets aside from yourself. Really, many people didn’t have a reason to be out. Not everyone had someone to be running from, or oppositely, had someone to be running after. If you didn’t fall into either of those two categories, then you had no reason not to stay inside.

After all, getting in someone’s way could mean risking your life.

This constant and looming reality, that the only reason why you were out was because of these special circumstances―it didn’t exactly make you feel any better.

Even as you caught your breath, your heart remained beating rapidly inside your chest. Your feet stumbled awkwardly along the sidewalk, wincing with each shot of pain that ran up your legs.

You only paused when your eyes landed on red and bolded graffiti on the side of a boarded up shop.

“KNOW YOUR PLACE.”

However, you failed to understand what that was anymore.

The sudden noise of a shrill scream sounding from some indiscernible place brought you startlingly out of your focus on the graffiti. The noise bounced off of the brick walls of buildings around you. Your head whipped from side to side, trying to understand where it was coming from.

Only, it felt like the screams were all around you.

Your hands were clenched into tight fists, nails indenting crescent moons into the skin of your palms. The wails lasted for a mere five or so seconds, but it felt like minutes with how your distress was only amplifying your panicked reaction.

In that state of immense internal torment, you unable to think of any one decision for yourself, your body once again acted on it’s own. Fight or flight senses kicking in, favouring the latter, you bolted away from what you were most sure was the best direction away from the screaming.

Really it was all you could do. Staying in one spot, frozen with fear that wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, wouldn’t do a single thing for you. Even if you didn’t know the exact destination of your travels, all you knew was that you had to put as much distance as possible between you and Koushi’s home.

So you ran, only to once again forget just how ill equipped you were.

The street lights went by in a blur, wind whipping past you. The first bead of sweat trickled down your face as you willed yourself to keep moving. Not even a minute in and you were slowing to a stop, leaning against the side of a building.

You could’ve passed out right then and there, with the weight of your exhaustion, and your weakening mindset crashing down on you. But if you stopped, you knew that you’d likely never be on the winning side of this night.

Still trying to catch your breath, you used this time to pull out your burner phone. Flipping the small device open, you winced at the bright and artificial glow that you were so unaccustomed to, especially in the darkening light of the evening.

Your eyes landed on the clock, front and center of the compact screen.

7:00 pm.

The head start was up.

_____

A quiet playing of jazz music lingered in the background of the kitchen, the pinks and oranges of a setting sun behind the clouds casting part of the room in a warm hue. Methodically, and humming to himself, Koushi was drying the dishes from the dinner he had with you, fondly recalling how breathtaking you looked in your new dress.

He took a quick glance at the clock after putting the last cleaned dish in the cupboard, making sure to lock the small door shut. The device mounted on the wall told him it was nearing quarter to eight.

Expectantly, his phone rang in his pocket, him not even needing to look at the caller ID before answering. Especially not when the voice on the other line spoke before he could even get a word out.

“You still need me for tonight?”

Koushi slung the cup towel over his shoulder, leaning against the granite countertop. “Daichi, I’d really appreciate the help if you’re still up for it. I understand if you can’t though―”

“You had my back last year, the least I can do is return the favour.”

Softly, Koushi laughed a little to himself, remembering how frustrated his friend was, unable to control his other half.

He nodded, gazing out the window as he spoke. “Well then, do you remember what I said or should we go through it again?”

On the other line, he heard some indistinct rustling, paying to mind to it. “That’s alright, I know how important this is to you. Couldn’t forget it even if I tried.”

That brought a chuckle out of both of them, Daichi continuing soon after.

“I’ll get going then, gotta handle a few things first.”

This time, Koushi could make out the distinct noise of a car trunk slamming shut. Meaning his friend was already on his way to set up.

“...Of course. Thanks again, by the way.”

He heard what sounded like keys jingling, “No problem, talk to you later.”

With that, Koushi ended the call. Phone still on, he was left to look at the last app he had open, the screen still giving him live information by the second. Satisfied with what he saw, he excited the tracking software, swiftly pocketing the phone.

Grabbing the still somewhat full wine glass on the countertop, Koushi made his way to the living room. Relaxing into the couch with a relieved sigh, he resigned himself to a waiting game, knowing it’d only be so long until he had you back, safe and wrapped in his arms.

Just where you should be.

_____

There weren’t many options: either hide in the shadows, and be at risk for unsuspected attacks, or remain in the safety of the street lights, exposed to any and all onlookers. Looking over your shoulder, not quite eyeing any one thing that meant certain danger, you chose the latter.

When the screams around you finally died down, fading into the background as you left it in the dust behind you, the sound of a distant rumbling came to the forefront. With a quick glance up, you could see that, even in the dimming light of the evening, the clouds above were growing thicker. Darkening and swirling in the sky, you knew that soon a storm would be upon you.

As the earthy aroma of approaching rain permeated your senses, your heart longed for the comfort back home. If it weren’t for that nearly indescribable need to keep moving away from Koushi, you’d be back there. Probably relaxing on the couch, a sedating melody coming from the record player. Another perfect Saturday night spent in your lovers presence.

You could practically feel the heat of the fireplace on your face if you focused hard enough.

However, that heat wasn’t coming from such a sanctuary, one who knows how many kilometers away by now. Rather, from the burning building in front of you.

Snapping out of that reminiscent trance, you came to an abrupt stop. Squinting a bit at the bright and flaming scene, you could just barely discern that the building was a police station.

The sight only brought a small quirk to your lips, knowing how useless they were to those like you.

Turning away from the building, you trained your goals on moving in the same direction, fearful of getting turned around and accidentally heading back towards home. Things once again fell into silence, only the sound of a looming and encroaching storm meeting your ears every ten minutes or so. Fatigue had set in long ago, leaving your steps sluggish, fighting every muscle in your body to keep up a consistent pace. Even if you weren’t moving fast, you were still moving.

Except, that too grew nearly impossible to reasonably manage.

The further you walked, the more disturbing sights you came upon. It seemed like all at once, things were hitting the fan. Corrupt scenes unfolding around you being horrifying to no ends.

Exiting an alleyway, the first thing you saw was a man stuffing a body into the trunk of a car. You couldn’t tell who the person was, or whether they were even alive. But those details weren’t remotely feasible, as the perpetrator caught you in his gaze.

Seeing your frozen stature, face riddled with fear, he only laughed to himself.

You were no threat to the claims of the night, so he dismissed you with ease. Leaving you in his wake as he drove off, you stayed put for an unknown amount of minutes.

The terrifying truth of what you were was unavoidable, and damn near immobilizing. Weak in everyone’s eyes, often your own included.

At some point you found the will to start moving again, only to soon pause for a breather. Mostly to ground yourself, you checked the time on your temporary phone.

It read just half past nine. In normal circumstances, you’d be in bed; or getting ready for bed, at the least. As a few droplets began falling from the now pitch black sky, you longed for safety under the covers of your bed. Bundled in soft blankets, a dry nightgown, and the soothingly mellow voice of Koushi next to you. Every night, without fail, he’d always remind you of how much he loved you, helping you fall fast asleep under the calmness he provided.

A shiver wracked your body, heart aching for his safety. Your finger hovered over the call button, one movement away from being scooped up by your saviour.

Your body was jolted out of the thought before you could bother with such a surrender.

Someone―a young girl, maybe in her early twenties, desperately clutched the sleeves of your dress. She looked up at you, expression riddled with a bone chilling dread. “Please help me! He’s...he’s trying to―”

Yet, just as she was about to finish, another set of hands painfully grasped your shoulders. A split second later and you were being thrown into the side of a building.

A man was yelling at you, quite loudly at that. Or maybe he was yelling at the girl―with the way you were sobbing, panic shutting down your better senses, it was too hard to tell. You couldn’t quite hear any one thing, the world falling into silence as the anxieties resting in your system spiked violently.

Your brain didn’t even register that you had bolted into a sprint. Not until, sheerly because your body couldn’t handle taking another step until you gave it at least a little break, you stopped, almost falling to your knees with how drained you were. Barely, you managed to keep yourself upright by leaning against a lamp post.

In that moment, there was only one thing going through your mind.

You wanted to go home.

Koushi’s home, which just as much belonged to you as it did him. That’s where you were meant to be. Not out here, by yourself in the middle of the night, rain coming down around you. Even if it was light, the slight dampness in your clothing had you convulsing in cold bodied trembles.

The phone was still clutched tightly in your hand. You knew what you needed to do.

And as the noise of gunshots rang out in the direction you came from, your plans shifted to do just that.

Shaken to your core, you shuffled into an alleyway. Seeking the refuge of a shelter to make that fated call, you blindly ventured deeper into the narrow passage. The saving grace that were streetlamp lights disappeared behind you, remnants of its glow doing little to help you see where you were going.

Doing nothing to help you see the trap you were walking directly into.

All at once, your knees buckled under you, a net you had stepped into lurching upwards. A shriek escaped your being as the intertwined rope cased around you, hoisting you into the air. Suspended only five five or so feet off the ground, the height wasn’t what sent terror coursing through your veins.

It was the fact that you were trapped, no amount of struggling enough to free you. And, because your phone had slipped out of your hand, through the holes of the net, and onto the pavement beneath you.

Out of reach, leaving you helpless to the whims of your sudden captor.

Just like that, the repeated calling for your lover spilled from your lips. Petrified in every sense, you wailed for Koushi to come and save you. Pleading cries for help were repeated until your throat grew hoarse. You only stopped when you physically couldn’t catch your breath.

But even that ceased as well, when a tall figure came into view.

You blearily wiped away the wetness pooling in your eyes, body uncomfortably folded by the sinch of the net as what looked to be a man stalked towards you.

“...Little things like you really shouldn’t be out on a night like this.”

As he drew closer, you could make out the short cut of his hazelnut hair, chiseled features, a broad frame shielded from the downpour by a waterproof jacket. Slowly, the stranger leaned down, picking up your fallen burner phone.

A small whimper escaped you, “Please…”

The deep baritone of his voice shook you as he spoke, “What, looking for this?” Mockingly, he waved the flimsy device back and forth, just out of arm's reach from you. He lowly chuckled to himself at the severely distraught look you gave him, and at the lifeline that was your phone.

The phone that, taking it in both hands, he snapped in half with ease.

Eyes blown wide, you watched in silent horror as the man tossed the unusable device aside, the noise of it clattering to the ground bouncing off the walls of the alleyway. Before you could even register what had happened, what was going to happen, the man was right in front of you.

You couldn’t even think of what to do or say as his hand reached through an opening in the net, harshly gripping your jaw and forcing you to face him.

His lips were pulled into a small and menacing grin, unspoken notions of his intentions laced into the way he regarded you as prey. A quiet hum resonated from him, scanning your features intently. Not before turning your head to the side ever so slightly, seemingly confirming what he already knew, he spoke up once again.

“...No wonder he loves you.”

The glint of a pocket knife flashed before your eyes, and a second later you were crashing to the ground. With the ropes holding you up now severed, the net fell down around you. As soon as you could stretch out your limbs, you were mindlessly scrambling away.

Your better intuitions were completely clouded over, escape once again being the only thing your body could try to achieve.

“Stop fucking struggling.” The words met your ears as an iron grasp wrapped around your ankle, roughly dragging you back to that spot a few feet away from your position, where you’d only just crawled from.

The assailant flipped you onto your back, “What the hell are you gonna do anyways? You’re not made to fight people like me off.” Strangled sobs left your system as he settled in between your legs, his hand gripping your throat. “I could snap your bones like a fucking twig, and you wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it.”

You attempted to sputter out a response, anything to deter the man who was unashamedly handling your much weaker body. Yet, the second your lips parted, a sharp sting bled across your cheek.

“What a dumb little girl you are―dumb enough to walk right into an obvious trap.”

As the glint of a blade returned, you could do nothing but lay there as the sharp edge ripped through the fabric of your dress. The front of it fell open, leaving your bare chest exposed to his eyes, save for the bra being the only thing to defend you.

You didn’t see the knife disappear, only knowing it had gone somewhere when his now free hand groped your breast.

“I mean, what the fuck did you think was going to happen coming out tonight?” The man above you laughed to himself, knowing you were too scared out of your mind to respond.

Meaning his orders were playing out as expected.

The grip on your throat tightened, leading you to space out as he continued the one sided and condescending conversation. “I bet you could’ve avoided this too. Poor thing―too stupid to get out of her own way.”

The pleading request repeated over and over in your mind, but you couldn’t force yourself to speak it. As another smack collided with your cheek, hearing going out in the ear that was affected by the force, those spiralling thoughts got worse, a nauseating feeling rolling in your stomach.

Pleasepleaseplease just stop.

All you wanted was to go home. You should’ve never left. You should’ve never tried to leave Koushi.

Why would you ever want to do that?

Finding yourself growing lightheaded, unable to take in enough oxygen to keep yourself conscious, you felt something inside of you disappear.

If you could describe it, the sensation would be like a sudden dislodge. Relieving, a weight on your body, one that wasn’t caused by a man pressing into you, vanishing entirely.

You still didn’t feel calm, system remaining corrupted with a near crushing fright in your drifting state. But whatever familiar sense of trepidation you once suffered from was now gone.

Hands falling limp at your sides, exhaustion finally getting the better of you as you no longer had it in you to fight off the stranger choking you out, your eyelids fluttered shut. You didn’t want to stop struggling, to give up against this seemingly unstoppable force, but you didn’t have much choice, did you?

Only, a violent and haggard fit of coughs spewed from you as the suffocating force pinning you down disappeared.

Breath quick, your intake and outtake of much needed air stuttering, you heaved weakly against the wet pavement. The first thing that flooded your senses was the patter of the rain hitting the ground around you. Then, it was the feeling of that rain landing on the skin of your face. Cold and cooling, easing the burning ache of your cheeks that had been repeatedly battered just moments ago.

As your eyes closed to bask in the relieving sensation, the droplets against you left, yet still the sound of rain falling down around you remained.

Upon opening your eyes, a swell of emotions ran over you. Tufts of grey hair hung above you, a deeply worried expression of the man you loved regarding your worn out and still shaking form.

“...K-Koushi?”

If it weren’t for the rain, both of you would know full well that the water streaming down your face wasn’t from the night’s downpour. But the hitch in your voice, the tremble in your lower lip―both served as clear displays of the anguish you experienced.

His hands cupped your face, gentle as always, especially now so as not to put pressure on the tender skin. Even with the commotion of the storm beating down around the two of you, his voice was as clear as day.

“I’m right here, pretty girl.”

_____

The silence that the sanctuary of Koushi’s home, your home, brought about was like balm to your oversensitive state. It wasn’t a deafening silence, per se. Because here and there, it still carried symphonies of the outside world, while the world right at your fingertips brought ones of safety inside such sturdy walls. Whether it be the muffled noises of overhead thunder, or the soothing sounds of rippling water as your fingers danced mindlessly underneath its surface.

The heat of the freshly drawn bath was doing wonders for your strained muscles, now feeling limp in Koushi’s arms as he held you from behind. With a deep sigh, lungs still burning from previous exertion, you leaned into him. It was easy to melt into the secondary warmth he provided, your partially bruised back pressing into his chest.

With the night’s activities washed from your bodies, you needed only to bask in the presence of the man you once feared you lost. The shift from one extreme to another, immobilizing terror to heart wrenching relief―nothing had ever made your head spin faster.

Now, while you let the humidity of the bathroom seep into your skin, the sweet scent of body wash meeting your senses, the invisible weight of guilt remained burning. Your eyebrows stayed knitted, a look of worry that Koushi couldn’t see.

But little did you know, he knew it’s what you felt. He knew everything about you, right down to the last little detail. So he wasn’t surprised in the slightest when your meek voice broke through the silence, spoken in a volume just barely above a whisper, purely because your vocal cords were shot from when he heard you calling for him only an hour ago.

“...I really am sorry, Koushi.”

He wrapped his arms around you tighter, thumb running back and forth against the bare skin of your arm. “If you’re sorry, then you’ll let me take care of you. No more messing around.”

...

It’s not that you didn’t want to let Koushi do as he pleased, it was that you didn’t know why he wished to do it in the first place. Even after all the time he’d spent devoted to tending to your every last need, the reasons as to why he did so could never quite stick.

You never asked him for any of this. He just assumed the role of your caretaker without batting an eye. It was obvious he cared about you, but still you had issues accepting his motivation for it.

Letting out a shaky breath, you spoke once again. “I just...I don’t understand why you want to so badly. It doesn’t make any sense, and―”

“I do it because I’m in love with you, isn’t it obvious?”

The playfulness in his questioning tone didn’t go unnoticed, but it still didn’t exactly calm all of your anxieties. At least, not until he continued with his speech, his actions following up with affirmations.

Your head rested against his shoulder as his hands wandered, mapping out the sensitivities of your body, starting where they rested near your chest.

“I have been since the moment I laid eyes on you, sweetheart…”

When his hands found purchase on your waist, tenderly squeezing the plush skin, you harshly sucked in a breath of air. He kneaded the tense muscles of your body, speaking low, but still sending shivers down your spine at it’s proximity.

“All of your little quirks, your gentleness, how delicate you are...You’re so impossibly perfect.”

Pausing, Koushi pressed a light kiss against your temple, “...Of course I want to take care of you.”

With each word spoken, every syllable filled with innate devotion, your mind of worrying thoughts surrendered to him. Not given much choice in the matter, and not wanting to choose any alternative if there was one, you let his admiration slowly consume you whole.

“I wanna make sure nobody can hurt you, make sure you get what you deserve…”

Koushi’s hands drifted lower, deft fingers lightly trailing your body, teasing touches only serving to stir another type of heat inside you. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him cup your heat, middle finger gently pressing in between your folds.

“...And, that you get what you need.”

You softly whimpered as the pads of his fingers came into contact with your clit, the exhaustion you felt amplifying your sensitive nerves. Applying just the right amount of pressure, and in the perfect spot that had you yearning for more, Koushi skilfully circled the puffy nub.

He smiled to himself as you weakly squirmed in his hold, knowing that in your state, this was the finishing touch to his game. One that he’d been playing since the day he met you, and that now was about to reach its end. Where he’d finally have you right where he wanted you, and you’d both be happy for a long time to come.

Removing the pressure from his ministrations, he bowed his head so that his lips were just ghosting the shell of your ear.

“Tell me what you need, pretty girl.”

Tears pricking in your eyes at the carnal desire you felt from even the slightest of touches, you found yourself near immediately calling for him, begging for his help without a hint of recollection from the memory that held resemblance.

“Please Koushi...I need you.”

With those small and desperate pleas, Koushi found that there was nothing he wanted to hear more in that moment. The desperation laced in your tone was the sweetest thing he’d ever listened to, and so he vowed to himself that he’d make you repeat those wanton admissions time and time again. As often as he needed them, and as often as you needed him. Which would be in your every waking second from now on, finally.

He couldn’t help but encourage you even more, the sound of your whimpers as his fingers worked you over being the most addictive drug.

“That’s it...I’ll give you everything you need. All you have to do is let me―you can do that, right?”

Only wanting to please him more, full body acceptance gripping your being, you responded by quickly nodding, incoherent words escaping you without thought.

Koushi could only laugh at your reaction, adorable in every sense. But, he wanted to hear you say it, ever the demanding one, and always wanting you to play by his rules.

Knowing you were teetering on the edge of release, his fingers slowed their pace, relenting to an achingly teasing method of feathered touches. He spoke one last question, something to finalize his long maintained agenda, goals set on crystallizing your reality for the both of you.

“Promise that you’ll let me care for you, no matter what.”

At his question, the only thing more powerful than the feelings burning inside of you from his sinfully skilled movements was how you felt about him.

The way he made you feel safe, even on the darkest of nights. How he wrapped you in an embrace that would snuff out the flames of self-doubt without fail, each and every time. He never missed a single thing about you, from the obvious outward traits, to the hidden emotions that suddenly didn’t seem like things you needed to conceal―not with him.

There wasn’t a single think about Koushi that you could bring yourself to hate.

Because right then, you loved him, just as much as he loved you.

Koushi felt like home. He was your home.

A home you never had until now. And one you never wanted to leave.

Resigning yourself to him completely, leaving not a single thing that would keep you from submitting to his passion, you held nothing back. Forever and always, you would give yourself up to him, content at the knowledge that you hadn’t a thing to fret over so as long as you were with him

“...I promise.”

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whereflowersbloom · 4 years

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Morning after

The smell of freshly baked croissants and coffee woke her up. Raven hardly ever felt so rested, even after spending an hour meditating before going to sleep, opening her eyes and getting accustomed to the morning light of the sun that illuminated her room through the windows. She turned on her back and nestled in this new, previously unknown feeling. She was strangely calm as if everything was in the right place, and every possible problem remained in the past.

Maybe that’s what genuine serenity feels like, she thought to herself.

But how did she end up in this situation? They became friends. Best friends, even. They talked about everything including their most intimate thoughts. She told herself it was enough or deceived herself into believing so. There was no line for them to cross but a secret and deep part of her soul definitely understood and sought the need to feel wanted and loved and fulfilled. Not like she hadn’t thought of Damian that way before. There was such a terrible tension between them sometimes when they were both sitting on her the sofa watching old classic films or reading books they both enjoyed. She craved the heat of Damian’s embrace. She remembered how it felt to have him curled around her, how gently his thumb stroked her cheek, how his muscles flexed against her, and she wishes he would hold her again.

Damian was like a compass for Raven if she felt like she might lose her way, and that kind of thing never happened to her. Not often at least.

As usual Damian went jogging as it had become his habit thanks to Jon, who craved the sunlight as soon as he opened his eyes, persistently asking him to be his partner. A surprising string elbow in the ribs by Jon gave him the second push to voice his feelings for Raven. Later, he visited a local bakery that made exquisite chocolate croissants, as he memorized Raven’s favorites. Then he returned home with a sudden thought it was the high time to turn his quiet feelings for Raven into something serious. He wanted to fool himself at first, but as it turned out, he was too fucking smart to believe a single word of the downright falsehood he made up in his mind in order to excuse himself from the imminent truth. He was in love with her.

She was about to get out of bed to stretch her muscles when Damian walked into the room carrying a tray with breakfast: hot coffee, steaming Earl Grey, croissants and juicy autumnal fruit. She wanted to approach him, wrap her arms around him and kiss him on the neck, the sensitive spot she discovered last night, but they were not yet at that stage of the relationship. As the matter of fact, she did not know exactly who they were to each other now. Maybe nothing had changed. After all, it had been just a few kisses last night, letting go, a carpet diem kind of moment. Maybe Damian didn’t want things to change between them.

"Good morning.” Damian muttered, sending her one of his radiant, sincere smiles that made her legs weak. "Did you sleep well?"

“Yes. Better than most days. I didn’t know if you would come back...” She kept her own voice soft, matching his tone, afraid to burst the strange bubble they found themselves in. Controlling her anxiety was easier said than done.

“I simply needed time to clear my mind.” His expression was solemn. “We must discuss last night’s event.” He mumbled under his breath, voice deadly calm, a convincing facade, fighting to distract the both of them from his own wild whirlwind of emotions as he left the tray at the bedside table. No woman in his life had ever truly enchanted him in the way she did. He would not give her up.

Her lower lip trembled slightly. She repeated her mantra over ten times until she calmed her nerves. Damian was her closest friend, and she cared about not ruining the special bond between them. They said it was easier to move on as long as you were merely lovers, but what when you are so much more. She felt like a teenager who was falling in love for the first time. Not that she was that much older at the age of 19. She had experience in meaningless romances, short-lived, Wally, Garfield, but she knew nothing about true love. Their bond was beyond comprehensible lines of poetry. More than it being undefinable, it was the freeness to be defined, the way as open interpretations take you.

“We don’t have to to this now. In fact, nothing has to change.” She spoke tentatively, unsure whether she’s more concerned how this would shape their friendship or embarrassed she let herself cross a line. Slowly passing around the room folding her arms across her chest.

The distress was heavy in her chest, stirred with a fog of uncertainty.

At this, Damian’s eyes sparkled with determination and objection regarding her statement. Before she registered what he was doing, he grabbed her hand. “I do not want to leave things exactly as they used to be. Not before last night.” He held her gaze and rubbed his thumb over the backside of her hand, reveling in the softness of her skin.

There’s a fluttering in her stomach, and she’s taken aback at the intensity of it. Butterflied filled with hope and wish. There was hope of light after all darks, hope of happiness after grief, hope of a new colorful sunrise, a chapter to be rewritten.

“It was just a kiss..” In a trice, breaking off the contact. She lied and immediately regretted it. Damian stood next to her with a disbelieving expression on his face. There was a hint of indignation but it vanished quickly.

“You and I both know it meant more than a kiss. I do not need the gift of empathy to see it.” Damian stated sharply, his features hardened at his resolution. He was tired of constantly feeling this weight on his shoulders. What was the point of deceiving themselves any longer? If he didn’t know better, he would say she was avoiding him like a plague.

Letting out a breath she had been holding in since Damian entered her bedroom, Raven felt a weight being lifted off her chest. “Damian...I” She started, but never managed to finish interrupted by an unexpected question.

"Do you have any plans for today?" He left the question hanging in the air.

With brows furrowed in confusion she found herself unable to command her mouth to utter anything. Her heart thudded out of her chest. The normally unflappable last daughter of Azarath knocked for a loop by the close proximity of her stunning teammate.

Raven parted her lips and closed them again.

“It seems we are free to do as we please today. Clear schedule. No training or missions. He shrugged casually, willing his breath to remain steady, years of boiling emotions teetering over the edge of his elegant, suave composure

Raven blinked. Amethysts widening.

“I thought we could go somewhere. You and I” Damian licked his lips, swallowing the nerves in his chest as her eyes widen a fraction at his proposal. "There's a new Parisian café in the city I think you might like.”

Her lips curved up into a sweet smile, growing wider and more radiant as she thought of sitting in Parisian cafe with Damian, enjoying a minute of bliss to be in the other’s company.

“Are you asking me on a date, Damian Wayne?” She blurted with a momentary astonished look, even as she realized the implication of his words. Was this truly happening? She asked herself mentally.

“I’m courting you properly, Raven. So yes, I’m asking you out.” His shoulders ease from their tensed position, subconsciously hunched in nerves to what she’d respond.

It was surreal, talking about what a few minutes ago had been unbearable chains, restrained by her own fears and inner demons. Ethereal strands of thread that could be snapped by a mere jerk of fingers. He wanted more. He wanted her.

“I don’t know, Damian.” She bit her lip still indecisive, gaze away from his face. Once again mind invaded by intrusive negative thoughts. What if it didn’t work? What if she lost control? The numerous what if’s haunted her like never ending nightmares.

Taking a step closer, something in his emerald sparked with an idea and firmness of not quitting. “Any chance I can persuade you to change your mind then?” He crooned in her ear, nipping at it just slightly, taking her breath away. She wondered how long she could resist his gravitational pull for so long.

Raven hesitated for a good few seconds before finally resigning herself to the fact that whatever she did. She couldn’t fight this anymore. She loved him. “I can think of a few ways.” She was surprised at her own boldness, snaking slender arms around his torso. He pressed his built body against hers closer, placing tender, teasing kisses along her neck. Whilst she was glad that he was enjoying himself, she was going to completely lose it if she remained flush against him for much longer. Her entire core heated with want for him. He smirked at the effect he had on her with his natural charm. This confident, cocky air. This was so him and content and not bothering to mask it. No filters.

“Is that a yes?” He whispered and there was no missing the boyish grin spread over his tanned cheeks. Hooking a finger under her chin and brought her face level with his own.

“I suppose you earned a date, Mr. Wayne.” She laughed feverishly. Gently, stroking his palm with her thumb. Enjoying the calloused yet silky skin of an accomplished swordsman and fighter.

An audible sigh left Damian’s mouth as his muscles relaxed with her nestled in his arms. She could sense his relief. Yes, perhaps a change could be good, opening herself to feel again. A new chapter of light and joy.

Notes: I know I have disappeared and haven’t updated in forever but I’m still sick and weak. Also working on the fanzine project. I should be done in a week though. But meanwhile have this short damirae. Not my best but I hope you enjoy it 💖💖💜💜

@deepbreadlover @tweepunkgrl @alerialblu @chromium7sky @kallura-juniblade @cayeeast

I miss you all and youre all welcome to message me. I feel a bit disconnected from the world.

Also I’d like to use to wish @shewhowillnotbenamed1 a happy birthday!! Thank you for blessing us with your beautiful wiring and your friendship 😊😊🥰💜💖

#damirae #demon birds #damian wayne #raven roth #wally west #garfield logan #teen titans #dick grayson #batman universe #robrae #dc fandom #dc universe #creative writing #jon kent #super sons

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spencer-reid-in-a-pool · 4 years

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Quarantine

Author’s Note: Okay guys I had this idea when I was using the bathroom and couldn’t get it out of my head, so I had to start writing it. Shoutout to my friends in the discord chat, you guys are awesome :’) I’m writing this one in 1st person to get more practice with that- hope you guys don’t mind.

Part 2

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Technically I wasn’t supposed to be going out anywhere unless it was essential. Was being bored out of your mind and going to see your crush considered essential? I hope so, because I’m about at his door.

Spencer and I had been flirting back and forth for a while, but nothing has happened yet. I’m not sure it ever will. Regardless, he is still my best friend, and he is the only person I want to see right now.

I knocked timidly on his front door, the butterflies building in my stomach and flying up to my chest.

Imagine a swarm a butterflies in one of those tornado simulator things at some museums and science centers. That’s what this boy made me feel every time I was in the same room as him.

The door being unlocked threw me out of my thoughts. It opened wide, and there was Spencer. PJs on and coffee in hand. Not to mention messy hair.

I drew in a sharp breath before letting some of the butterflies escape into words.

“Spencer Reid, is that you? I’m honestly shocked you aren’t wearing a mask and gloves right now. Or donning a tactical belt full of disinfectant.”

Spencer rolled his eyes and started to close the door.

“Well, I guess you can’t come in then.”

I reached out a hand and pushed the door back open. Maybe a little too excitedly.

“No, no please let me in. I’m so bored Reid I’m losing my mind.”

He gave me a smile and opened the door back up all the way.

“There’s coffee made in the kitchen.”

He stepped aside and let me in. I took a deep breath as I entered his apartment. It smelled like coffee of course. But besides that it smelled like books. It smelled like warmth and comfort. Spencer always had this effect on me.

I set my things down and went into the kitchen. Spencer followed behind me, his slippers making soft shuffling noises on the floor.

He eyed me as I began making my coffee.

“You want some coffee with that creamer, (Y/N)?”

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes.

“That’s funny coming from you, Mr. I Need 30 Packs of Sugar in My Small Coffee.”

Spencer laughed quietly, his grin opening up his face and making it seem like there was light coming from within him.

I turned away and got back to my coffee, scrunching my face together tightly. There was only so much my heart could take when it came to Spencer Reid.

Once I was finished, I turned and leaned against the counter holding my coffee in both my hands. Probably a mistake because I was already sweating bullets and the heat from the coffee made it seem like I was melting.

“You want to watch a movie or something?”

I nodded and gave him a small smile before following him to the couch.

He turned on some foreign film in some obscure language. Honestly, I was all for that because that language is essentially how my thoughts sound right now.

We sat down on opposite ends of the couch. Of course, I wanted to be closer. But I’m sure he would rather sit by himself.

About halfway through the movie, I started getting really bored. I glanced over at Spencer and noticed he wasn’t even watching the movie. He was flipping through a book.

“Movie no good?” I asked him.

He looked up at me and closed the book.

“Of course it is, it’s a classic. I’m just multitasking.”

I giggled and grabbed my bag from off the floor.

“What are you looking for?” He asked me as I dug through the contents.

“My nail polish. I’ve been wanting to paint them and since you have to show me up and read a book and watch a movie at the same time, I want to multitask too. Hope the smell doesn’t bother you.”

He watched me as I unscrewed the top and dipped the brush into the polish. I thought he would stop watching me once I started painting, but he kept on.

I bit my lip in concentration as I painted. I was never very good at it, but since all the salons were closed, this was my only option.

It was then I noticed the movie had been paused. The room was eerily silent now. It was also then that I noticed Spencer had moved closer to me.

I looked up at him in confusion.

“Are you that bored that you’re watching me paint my nails?”

He shifted and sat up a little straighter.

“I have to admit that I am bored. I’ve read this book and watched this movie countless times. Watching you is way more entertaining.”

I wasn’t sure if he meant that as a compliment or not, but I blushed a bit nonetheless. God, I hope he didn’t notice.

“And… I was just thinking.”

I expected him to keep going but his sentence ended there.

“Thinking about…?” I asked him.

“I was thinking I could do a much better job at painting your nails than you.”

He…what? Did he want to paint my nails? Or was he just messing with me?

The butterflies from earlier came back, but this time they were telling me to do something. They were telling me to go for it. Maybe what happens in quarantine stays in quarantine.

One could only hope.

With a small boost of confidence, I handed Spencer the brush and the bottle and held out my hand expectantly. He glanced down at my hand and back at the things he was holding.

“Let’s see it then, Reid. Put your money where your mouth is.”

He took a breath and looked at me for a second before dipping the brush in the bottle and setting it down.

“You’re on.”

With the pressure of a ladybug landing on the flower, he held my hand in his as he began to paint.

Sparks flew from the tips of my fingers all the way to my heart. He was holding my hand. Not like, holding it…but close enough. I had never felt his hands in mine before. He wasn’t very touchy. But this…this was my new addiction. He made me feel so at home.

I glanced down and looked at him as he painted. The end of his tongue stuck out just the tiniest bit and his eyebrows were furrowed together like when he was solving a case.

Time seemed to slow and my heart felt like it stopped when I realized we were knee to knee. I had never been this close to him before, and this only deepened my feelings for him when I found out just how much his closeness affected me.

“Oops,” he said quietly.

“What’s wrong?”

He gripped my hand gently and turned it towards me so I could see. There was a streak of polish up the side of one of my fingers.

“Spencer,” I whined, “Really?”

He chuckled and held his other hand up in defeat. He was still holding mine with his other one. Had he meant to?

“I guess you win then. It’s a good thing I don’t need to know this skill. At least the color looks good on you.”

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks and ears once again. Ugh. How embarrassing.

He shifted his position a little and let go of my hand. Without his, it felt like I had stuck it in the freezer.

“Do you want me to…do the other hand?”

I smiled shyly, trying to force the blush I knew he had seen away. I might have been imagining it, but I think he blushed some too.

“Of course,” I said with a smile. “You might need to practice before you get a girlfriend though.”

He took my other hand and started painting again.

“I am practicing.”

My heart fluttered. I heard the butterflies again.

Spencer finished that hand and let go after placing it gently against the couch. Then it was silent.

I glanced down at my hands and played with my fingers nervously, careful not to smear the polish. I wanted this to stay on forever. It was awful, don’t get me wrong. But it was a reminder of Spencer.

Spencer cleared his throat. “Sorry I did a bad job.”

“Spencer you did awesome. I don’t ever want it to come off.”

Here goes nothing.

“I uh… Do you want to maybe um-.”

“I do. I’ve been wanting to,” he cut me off.

He leaned over and gently placed his hands on either side of my head. And then he kissed me.

It felt like the movies. When the girl kicks up her leg in the back and just melts into the guy she’s kissing.

It felt like a thunderstorm on a hot summer night.

It felt like electricity.

It felt like love.

His lips were so gentle and soft. They were everything I had ever dreamed of.

He hadn’t moved at all yet. Just simply placed his lips on mine. But when he felt me lean into it, he kissed me with more pressure.

His hands gripped my face a little harder, his mouth moved against mine a little harder.

My arms were wrapped around him and my fingers were tangled in his hair. I had dreamed of feeling his hair. Almost as much as I had dreamed about kissing him.

The room got hot, and I couldn’t help myself. I licked the bottom of his lip without thinking.

He tensed up and I pulled away immediately. Now I’ve gone and ruined it.

“Spencer, I- I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he said breathlessly, “Just…do it again.”

I giggled out of nerves and excitement and launched myself at him.

Maybe quarantine wasn’t a bad thing.

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animeyanderelover · 4 years

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You added more prompts?! Wow! I'd like prompt 90 with Ronald please. If that's alright? I've never requested him before(if you don't count my request with all the Reapers) so I'm interested how it would turn out?!

I always wanted to write more about Ronald so I’m all up for this.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, manipulation, killing, blood, violence

Prompt 90: “Babe...! Shit! I’m sorry you had to see this, but please believe me! He deserved it! No,no,no, don’t be scared of me. You know I would never harm you.”

You had to have a bad nightmare. Yeah, that must be it. In reality you were right now laying in your bed and just had a bad dream. You just needed to wake up. That was all. You quickly pinched yourself in your arm, hoping to wake up like this. But you didn’t. The only thing you gained from it was a burning pain from where you had pinched yourself, staring almost hypnotized at the red mark that was slowly starting to rose on your skin. A mark that showed you that this wasn’t a dream. No. This was reality. The harsh and painful reality. Something that you didn’t want to accept. He had lied to you. He had lied all this time to you. You should have known that someone like him couldn’t be a human. He had been too nice, too friendly, too charming. Too good to be true. And you had fallen for that. Who wouldn’t have when a young and handsome man had been wooing someone like he had done with you? Ronald had always been there for you, even after you had suddenly somewhat became lonely. You didn’t know why suddenly all contact you used to have had been died out, but you had at least Ronald with you. Ronald had been always there for you. He had been your shoulder to cry on, had always given you enjoyable times and had always tried his hardest to make you laugh. You had sometimes felt like you didn’t deserve him. You had always thought of him as an angel who had appeared in your life to keep you safe.

But with blood soaking his clothes, hair and spectacles you had to overthink this because right now he looked everything, but angelic. He had killed that guy...He had killed that guy! Why? Why had he killed this man?! What had he ever done wrong?! You could only stand there, watch the scene in front of you displaying. How had you even gotten in this position? Why had you been here in the first place? You knew you had a reason and motivation for why you had decided to go that late that night out. But in that moment your mind was too messed up to think of that reason, being busy with sorting the thoughts that were whirling around in your head. You didn’t know what to do, not wanting to watch this anymore, but also not being able to move. You were rooted on the ground, watching Ronald and the still flowing out blood from the man. Ronald didn’t look like he had noticed you so far, just sighing annoyed and letting one of his hands run through his, now blood covered, blond strands of hair. “You’re honestly just a nuisance. Because of you I have to do more paperwork now. But you know what? I’m fine with that. If it means that you won’t be able to put your plan into action I’m willing to endure the pile of paperwork. Everything to protect my sweet (y/n) from scum like you.”

Your breath hitched slightly in your throat, feeling your heart picking it’s pace overwhelmingly fast up. He had killed for you?! No! You didn’t want this! You had never asked him to go that far for you! He could be sent into prison because of this! But then you remembered what you had just seen. You doubted that the police would be able to overpower him and this...tool of his. How could he look so perfectly fine whilst standing above a corpse which he had killed in the first place? He acted so cheerful. No signs of regret or guilt, giving you the terrifying thought that he might have done it a lot of times before. And he looked indeed like he had done it a lot of times before, making you flinch when he suddenly started whistling. How could he?! How could he be like this?! Your emotions were out of your control, you felt like they were bullets which hit you over and over again, making you somewhat dizzy and leading you to having a harder time to breathe. Everything in front of you started to become blurry, but only when you felt something wet trailing down your skin did you realize that it was due to your own tears. The many emotions inside of you caused your head to hurt and your heart to clench. You were angry, confused, heartbroken and sad, felt betrayed and disappointed at the man you had thought to be able to trust the most from all people. But that had been a lie. He was just like everyone else. But that didn’t mean that the knowledge of it still stung. You didn’t even notice when a guttural sound escaped your lips, not being able to hold it back.

It sounded strange, your whine echoing through the dark night, building a contrast to the silence that was crawling in it, making it stand out even more. And Ronald must have heard it as well because he suddenly tensed up, his whole body being alarmed by the sudden noise before quickly snapping his head around, eyes narrowed in suspicions. But the moment he layed eyes on you they widened in shock and surprise. “Babe...! Shit!” You flinched visibly when he called you by the nickname, one of the many he called you, you had used to always love. But now it didn’t cause the butterflies to erupt in your stomach like it used to always have. Instead it caused a sickening tingling somewhere deep down in your core, giving you the feeling of being able to throw up at any minute. The fact that you got a, oh so nice, look on the dead body didn’t make it better, watching all the blood still flowing out of his already dead body and noticing how his eyes had so far rolled back in his eyes that you only saw the white in his eyes. You had never taken Ronald for someone messy, but in this case it looked like he had lost himself a bit. You desperately tried to tear your gaze away from the corpse, but for some reason it stayed frozen on it, not being able to look away. You started trembling, suddenly feeling very cold. But not because of the chilly night air.

“I’m sorry you had to see this, but please believe me! He deserved it!” You didn’t even fully registered his panicked words nor did you register when he quickly stepped towards you. The only thing your brain was able to focus on was the dead man, your thoughts seemingly drowning in the dark red liquid surrounding his body. Your mind repeating the same sentence over and over again, seemingly the only thing you were able to think of right now. “Ronald killed him! Ronald killed him! Ronald killed him! Ronald killed him! Ronald kil-“ You were thrown out of your loop of anxious and shocked thoughts as well as your paralyzed state when you felt Ronald laying one of his hands on your shoulder. And your body responded the only way it would respond in every situation when a killer would touch you. Instantly jerking back and getting into a run-or-fight state. Every muscle in your body was strained, ready to be used to it’s full potential. You felt adrenaline starting to get pumped through your system, giving you a sudden boost of energy. But it also caused a boost in your emotions, letting you feel the fear inside of you even greater. You bit your bottom lip to prevent it from wobbling, but the way you always took a step back when he stepped forwards or just the look with was almost screaming I’m scared” told him only too clearly how you felt. And you instantly noticed the frown on his face upon seeing you being afraid of him.

“No,no,no, don’t be scared of me. You know I would never harm you.” There was a switch in his tone. Before it had been panicked and shocked. But now it had changed. It sounded almost like he was cooing at you, his voice sounding so sweet and charming that it made you feel even more ill than you felt already. It was the same tone he had always used when you had cried over something and he had tried to comfort you. And this tone had normally always been something that had made you fell better, but now it had the complete opposite effect. The scene of him looking all too much like his usual happy self appearing in your head when he had talked to the dead. He was two-faced. Who could tell if he wouldn’t kill you at any moment too? Ronald seemed to read your thoughts from your facial expression, trying his hardest to keep his composure. “(y/n), do you seriously think I would ever hurt you? Haven’t I proved my love to you countless times?” He sounded somewhat disappointed and hurt, making you stop in your tracks and look at him. His friend visibly deepened, twisting in a somewhat painful mask. And to your huge surprise you felt guilt sparking up inside of you, his actions pulling on your heart strings like he had intended too. He wasn’t completely wrong. For as long as you could remember Ronald had only been sweet and doting to you, always helping you with whatever you had needed. You really didn’t want to believe that he would hurt, or even worse, kill you.

But that didn’t help erasing that you had just seen him killing someone in a way no human could, raising two questions inside of you. Why had he killed that man? And what was he? You were still shaking like a leaf, but now you stood frozen on your place, not moving an inch. Not even as Ronald took slow and more cautious steps towards you, not wanting to risk you losing it and sprinting away from him. This situation had been already complicated enough as it was from the moment you had seen everything with your eyes. And if you should run away it would get even more difficult. And in all honesty, he would prefer it if he could have it the more easy way. Ronald wasn’t a person who liked making things more harder to deal with than they could be. So he silently hoped with every step he took closer to you that you wouldn’t have a change of mind in the last second. He only allowed himself to be a bit more relaxed when he stood right in front of you, placing both of his hands on your shoulder and letting a small sigh of relief out. You hadn’t done everything. That meant he hadn’t have to terrify you even more of him than he had already done.

You still didn’t have enough courage to look him into his face, letting your head hang low in an attempt to avoid his eyes. His face was still smeared with blood and having him so close to you caused the smell of blood to invade your sense of sense, making everything spin in your head for a few moments. That was until Ronald moved one of his hands under your chin and forced you to look up, right into his face. Your eyes instantly started darting around, refusing to see the sticky liquid splattered on his face and soaking his hair. That was until you heard him saying in a charming, yet also somewhat strict voice:”Look at me.” And you listened, the sweet tone he was using drawing you in, like it had always done. You knew that face he was giving you too well. The face filled with adoration for you, ready to charm you in whatever way possible to make you just as infatuated with him as he was with you. Back then you had found that cute, but now you realized how dangerous this was. The way he was able to make someone fall so hardly for him was a problem. The way he was gazing over you and causing a mix made of fear, but also warmth bubble up inside of you was dangerous. He was dangerous for you because he had the ability to make you addicted to him. And you knew if you wouldn’t do something now the already tight grip he had on you would only keep getting stronger until you wouldn’t be able to escape. But how could you run away from someone without leaving a part of yourself behind?

So against your own will, or at least part of your own will, you could slightly feel yourself relax after a minute or two in his grip. This made Ronald smile slightly, starting to feel better due to seeing that he still held some power over you. “I have a lot to explain to you, don’t I? Let’s just leave this place before someone sees us. I promise I’ll tell you everything once we get home. Alright?” You didn’t know whether to feel disgusted or not when hearing his gentle voice, luring you to him like he had done all the many times before. And just like in the past it worked this time as well. “O-okay.”

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere ronald #yandere ronald knox

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jamespotterthefirst · 4 years

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Beautiful Thing (Ethan x F!MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 1,300 Warning: Like one curse word? Premise: They workout together. They kiss. Author’s Note: Sorry, I couldn’t think of a summary

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“Light on your feet, Allende,” he commands, not even straining against the force of her punch. That would've been disappointing any other day since Lilac is using all the force she can muster, but she is too busy looking for a gap in his defenses.

“Quit going easy on me,” she pants, still managing an edge of sarcasm in her futile endeavor.

Ethan gives no response, holding the punching mitt steadily in front of her. Shirtless, muscles straining with each movement, and handsome face set in concentration, he is infuriatingly distracting.

Blinking rapidly to refocus her scattered thoughts, she throws another jab, the smack of glove against mitt thundering across the deserted hospital gym.

He easily blocks another of her hits, expression completely serious. Aside from the slight pink hue on his face and neck, there is no indication Lilac is a worthy opponent, certainly not one to make him break a sweat. This brings about a slight flare of frustration, followed by determination.

“Lean your body weight forward every time you punch,” he instructs, easily catching another blow with the mitt. “You never want to lean back or your opponent will get you.”

“Let them get me,” she breathes, exhausted and swaying on her feet.

“Keep going.”

“It's no use,” she protests, every word sounding more embarrassingly labored than the last. “You know I'd probably talk my way out of a real fight.”

“It'd probably be your talking that lands you in a fight in the first place,” he returns at once, speech even and controlled. How was he not completely out of breath?

“I'd still be so charming and irresistible, they'd let me go,” Lilac replies weakly.

“Doubtful,” Ethan replies without breaking his focus.

She feigns a shocked, indignant face. “You don’t think I’m charming enough?” To prove her point, Lilac bites her lower lip briefly, pairing the gesture with a wink, a joke aimed at earning her a trademark ghost of a smile from him.

The effect is quite the opposite.

There is a brief almost imperceptible pause in Ethan's movements and she can swear his piercing eyes fall to her mouth. Ignoring how her body feels suddenly scalding hot, she aims a well-placed upper cut that Ethan is unsuccessful at blocking. It smacks against his shoulder.

The hit is rather unspectacular, but validating nonetheless.

“Ha!” she exclaims triumphantly.

Unimpressed, Ethan examines the spot she hit on his shoulder. “You need to do better than that if you want to reach your goal.”

Lilac doesn't know what makes her say it, but the words are out of her mouth before she can stop them. “My goal of looking good naked?”

Ethan falters again, just like the first time she had said the words.

This time, she lands a decent hit on his solid stomach. He barely flinches at the impact, however, staring at Lilac with surprise instead. When he recovers, his face is pinker than ever before and he splutters an unintelligible response.

Unable to help it, she laughs, the sound echoing throughout the vast room.

“Focus,” is all he says in a gruff, low voice.

“You're getting slow, anciano,” Lilac teases, letting her tongue roll out the last word with all the cadence her native language demands. “Que lástima.”

He arches a brow at the words and she notes there is no hint of confusion. Instead, his blue eyes roam over her face, scrutinizing her with such intensity that something stirs at her core. The last time he looked at her that way, he had carried her to his bed immediately afterward.

Lilac feels her smile vanish as she becomes too aware of how close they are standing, bodies hot with exertion. Palpable, white-hot tension crackles between them, making her body ache for him.

“What's a pity, Rookie, is you not realizing I speak enough Spanish to understand that,” he says in a gritty voice, the familiar baritone sending throbbing heat throughout her body.

Brain hazy with the spell of blue eyes, she is slow to respond. Her mind whirls between the way he is looking at her, eyes intense with longing, and his previous revelation. “You know–?”

She doesn’t finish the sentence because he moves impossibly closer, eyes still locked on hers, bodies so close now that her chest grazes against his upper abdomen with every ragged breath.

In a voice so dangerously low, her body is abuzz at hearing it, he says, “Can an old man pin you to the ground?”

There is no time to process the odd question because at that moment, Ethan gently sweeps his leg against hers, knocking it off balance and sending her tumbling down. She lands with a soft thud on the cushioned mat.

Ethan grins down at her. “Rookie mistake. Don’t get too cocky or your opponent will have an easy target.”

Lilac stares at him, awestruck. The back-lighting of the ceiling lights above him throw his face into contrast, making his already defined, angled jaw the most torturous sight she’s ever seen.

As if he doesn’t look devastating enough already, he laughs. When she makes no effort to move, he offers her his hand to help her up.

Lilac takes it, and before he has a chance to react, she mutters, “You old fool.”

She pulls with all her might, his surprise granting her enough leverage to send him tumbling down onto the mat beside her. He lands far less gracefully than she had.

Positively elated, Lilac rolls over on top of him, careful to keep their bodies from touching, her knees at either side of his hips. Ethan incredulously glances up at her, then lets his head fall back against the cushion, visibly defeated.

“Who’s the rookie now?” she asks, unable to contain a bout of giddy laughter. “Float like a butterfly, sting like a–”

He kisses her.

Caught entirely off guard, she freezes against his lips. It doesn’t take long for her to recover, however, his demanding lips moving against hers inspiration enough. Her body relaxes against his, sinking down to fully, unabashedly straddle him, all consideration of decency forgotten.

Lips locked on one another, they urgently rid themselves of the boxing gear protecting their hands. Hers find their place at his shoulders, the movement second nature. It is as if her body remembers how to touch him despite all of the time of not having done so.

Ethan's hands, in turn, grip her hips. His fingers dig slightly into the spandex of her leggings as his tongue and teeth lavish her bottom lip with attention. It is then she realizes he is leaning back slightly and holding himself up with sheer abdominal strength.

“It's no wonder your body is ridiculous,” she mumbles hotly against his lips. To drive her point across, her hand descends down to his abs, nails delicately scraping down the hard surface.

Ethan hisses.

Recovering, he pulls back to smirk at her. “Not bad for an old man?”

“Hmm,” she says, panting. “Jury's still out.”

A challenge sparks in his mesmerizing eyes. Another smirk before he swiftly leans back, hoisting his hips off the mat along with Lilac. Her body weight presses entirely against his impressive length.

A strangled little moan leaves her.

At the sound, his smile disappears entirely, eyes darkening even more.

“Fuck.”

He brings his hips back down to the floor, which is probably a good thing for Lilac. She is uncertain how much longer she could have gone without being reduced to a quivering mess.

Ethan sits up to kiss her again, his confident tongue leaving devastation in its wake. His lips find their way to the ridge of her jaw, up to her ear. “How do you always do this to me, Rookie?”

He is not expecting an answer because he moves down to her neck, his beard pickling her skin in a way that is entirely too erotic.

Before Lilac can explicitly instruct what he must do to her body, the blaring of a phone alarm interrupts their movements.

They both curse, Ethan pairing his expletive with a groan. He falls back against the mat, hands rubbing his face.

“Our meeting with June and Baz will start in fifteen minutes,” he tells her through the persistence of the alarm.

“That's enough time,” she tries, mostly joking.

Ethan cuts her a look. “Don't insult me.”

She laughs, rolling off him, her body missing the warmth of his almost instantly.

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PART 2 (NSFW)

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Prompts: sent by anonymous 22. A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party. 33. An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

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Author’s note: Ethan speaks Spanish and other languages in my mind. The Duolingo owl is shaking.

Thank you for reading!

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bruh-haikyuu · 5 years

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Hello! May I request a sfw scenario where Asahi has to unexpectedly share a bed with his crush for the first time? Thank you so much!

A/N: God I read like 5 shoujo manga and a doujin to fuel myself for this. I hope you enjoy, anon!

contretemps. | azumane asahi

word count: 1758

warnings: none

(n.) an unexpected and unfortunate occurrence

Asahi wanted to bash his head against the wall. Committing seppuku just won’t cut for it—he wanted to make sure he died from the inside out, writhing in all sorts of pain.

It was super embarrassing.

It was his fault that you two had to miss the shinkansen back to Miyagi. He just had to leave his ticket in the restaurant. And you just had to help him run back to the place to retrieve it.

“Don’t worry about it, Azumane-san. It’s my duty as the class rep to help you, after all,” you had told him repeatedly, a smile gracing your features.

It wasn’t very assuring. In fact, it didn’t help Asahi calm down at all. You could’ve been in the train with everyone else by now, asleep and with all your other friends. But here you were on the phone with your homeroom teacher, explaining the situation to her in a calm demeanor that made Asahi’s forehead bead with sweat.

How could you be so calm? You were two high school students stuck in Osaka, a long way away from home. And one of you looked like a criminal who was about to pull some kind of weapon out of his pocket and shoot everyone dead.

Asahi really just wanted to vanish.

It did help a bit to think that at least he was stuck with you. If it had been Hattori-san or Aoi instead, Asahi would have to live the rest of his life in eternal shame. He considered himself lucky, but you probably felt unfortunate with him around…

Asahi glanced at you a tenth time from where he was waiting, your ears still pressed to the receptionist’s phone, in deep conversation with your teachers.

You seemed much more reliable than he did. More mature. More responsible. Geez, were you two really the same age?

“Azumane-san?”

Asahi looked up to see you smiling at him at close proximity. “A-ah, L/N-san. You’re done?”

“Yeah. I called the teachers and my parents. All our overnight expenses will be covered by the school but the ticket for the train tomorrow will be on us. Did you inform your family yet?”

“Y-yeah…”

“You got scolded too, huh?”

Asahi’s bit the insides of his cheek, the voice of his mother’s nagging echoing in his head. “…Yeah.”

And you laughed. Laughed a bubbly laugh that made butterflies erupt from the furthest pit of Asahi’s stomach. He sighed, he was never going to survive a night with you.

“Sorry again for putting you through this. I really am the worst person you could’ve gotten stuck with…”

“That’s alright. I’m class rep, right? I gotta take care of my classmates!”

God, your smile was perfect. “What about the lodgings? Did we manage to get a room?”

He saw you flinch, a light pink dusting your cheeks. “Well… I did manage to get the last room they had, but…”

When your lips formed the last words of your sentence, Asahi felt the entire world fall apart, build itself back together, rinse and repeat. This was straight out of his younger cousins’ mangas. But he seemed so far off from a shoujo protagonist. So, so far.

“And so, we’ll be sharing a single bed room. Is that alright with you?”

His heart was beating out of his chest. Someone had to pick it up before it exploded like an anticipating time bomb, but Asahi was way too stunned to breathe. Exploding heart to hell, everything about the situation screamed Asahi, you pervert! He really wished he had held onto his ticket tighter.

“I-I was the one who caused this entire mishap, so… I should be the one asking that to you.”

“I don’t mind,” you shrugged.

“I see… then please, allow me to accommodate the sofa in our room tonight.”

You furrowed your brows indignantly.

“No, no, no! I’ll sleep on the sofa, you can have the bed, Azumane-san.”

“I insist. This entire thing was my fault.”

“Geez, I’m the class rep. For me, it’s my classmates first.”

“If you keep saying that about yourself, it’ll come back to bite you in the end… is what my grandmother told me.”

“Like I said, I’m taking the sofa!”

“No, I am!”

It was exhausting, but Asahi would rather eat cement than make you sleep on a rock-hard couch. Your endless exchange went on for a while until—

“E-excuse me?” you turned around to see the petite receptionist flash you an awkward smile.

“Please refrain from making a ruckus in the lobby.”

The both of you bowed with speed, effectively knocking your heads together, causing a few giggles to erupt amongst the hotel guests.

Man, Asahi thought, this is the worst.

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In the end, Asahi had won against you in the sofa argument, virtually prompting to have the single bed all to yourself. It was the first time that night that Asahi had felt victorious.

Daichi was already spamming his inbox with a three message-long lecture—Asahi supposed there wasn’t any way that he could join volleyball practice tomorrow with the current circumstances. A scolding from his parents, the teachers, the principal when he gets back and most likely your parents too. He kind of deserved it.

But the entire time, you didn’t looked annoyed at all. In fact, you completely indulged in the situation. His experience with his friends being that if this had occurred to them instead of you, he’d be left out on the balcony to be eaten by crows. Curiosity flooded him to the brim—you were certainly an interesting person.

Hanging the hotel towel on the railings in the bathroom, you returned to the central space where Asahi was already adjusting to a comfortable position on the leather sofa. With your hair down, droplets of water crowning your head, you looked like an entirely different person but yet you still had the same halo of an angel around you.

Asahi thanked Jesus and Buddha for this opportunity.

“Good night, Azumane-san.”

“Right. G’night, L/N-san.”

Just like that it was lights off.

He wished he could’ve gotten a better image of you looking so relaxed; it might’ve been his last time after all. The both of you were already in your third year and it was only a few months until you’d be in different places, doing God knows what… Asahi felt an oncoming headache from the thought.

Cutting through the images in his head, a flash of white suddenly illuminated the sheer curtains separating the room from the windows. Not even a few moments later, a boom rattled outside, followed by a high-pitched squeak coming from under the sheets of the single bed.

You were shaking.

Shaking so hard that the bed looked like it was trembling with you. Asahi couldn’t see you under the covers of the velvety duvet, but it didn’t take much effort for him to know that your eyes were screwed tightly in attempt to block out the spark.

Lightning struck again and this time, you whimpered loudly.

“L/N-san?! Are you alright?” against his own bodily will, Asahi jumped to the side of the bed, immediately crouching on the floor to observe you at eye’s level.

You answered with a brisk whine, slightly muffled by the harsh onslaught of rain knocking at the walls.

“L/N-san… you’re afraid of it, aren’t you?” his mouth was moving on its own, saying things he knew he shouldn’t be saying so casually. “You’re afraid of lightning.”

The stare you gave him was incredulous. Wide-eyed and astonished but all the same, it reflected the eyes of someone who understood your apprehension. Silence lingered in the air as the rain reached its crescendo. Breaking it, you spoke.

“My older sister would usually be there to hold me during a storm. It’s childish, I know. But it’s just so terrifying for me—the sounds and the lights… I don’t like it. I hate it so much.”

You looked so vulnerable in the frame of shadows. So small and afraid, someone Asahi would take a bullet for just to stop their tears.

“D-do you want me to hold you?”

Asahi did a double take. What was he, possessed?! You were going to see him as a pervert now. He wanted to vomit at the thought of you avoiding him for the rest of his life. Sure, he could live with being miles away from you, but the notion of being miles away from you because he had let some words slip out of his mouth was insanely out of proportion.

“Would you, Azumane-san?” Now, you were possessed?!

Fear still flitted in your eyes, but now, there was a glint of hope in them. A hope that Asahi would die to reach for.

“Huh? A-are you sure that—”

“Please.”

Air filled his lungs, making his chest rise. Asahi didn’t blink once as he nodded in silence; he didn’t want to miss out on a single second of this opportunity. Not a chance.

You scooted over on the bed, making space for him to slide next to you under the sheets. Having his large body occupy most of the mattress as compared to your smaller figure, Asahi blushed in the loom of the dark. All the blood rushing to his face even made the next flash of light outside the window go unnoticed.

“Azumane-san!” you hid your face in his arm, your own arms flying to grab ahold of him.

Was this illicit activity? You were both underaged and most definitely not in the right relationship for things like this to occur. It seemed so wrong. If anyone caught you in this compromising situation, Asahi would shoot himself dead, no doubt about it. But for now, he just wanted to make up for all the trouble he gave you that night, even if it cost him his dignity.

Fingers gently combing through your locks, the pads of his fingers just slightly kissed your scalp. It was a mere act, but it had so much effect on you. Your jagged breathing slowed and you were able to slacken your iron grip on him. It was just like your sister but in a way, Asahi was worlds different.

Rain pelting down endlessly, you pressed your face harder into the cotton shirt that divided you from his skin. “Sorry, Azumane-san… and thank you.”

“Y-yeah… s’alright…”

A stray yawn escaping your throat, you sighed into his embrace. “Sleepy… gonna go to sleep… night… Azumane…-san…”

Just like that, Asahi had to fight back a squeal when you finally surrendered to slumber.

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hallowed-be-thy-username · 4 years

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Clothing Is Custom, No Labels

“No matches on prints, DNA, dental. Clothing is custom, no labels. Nothing in his pockets but knives and lint. No name, no other alias.”

Summary: You’re one of the last bespoke tailors in town, making suits and custom clothing for Gotham’s elite. Business men and women, well known lawyers, the Wayne family, and... the Joker?

Genre: Self-insert

Pairing: Ledger!Joker x fem reader

Warnings: angst? mentions of J killing reader, descriptions of cutting, blood, just a titch of knife play (not nsfw just yet though)

Word count: 2,577

Author’s Note: I’m excited about this one, guys!! Things are getting intense! Also RIP my laptop, I’m posting this on the mobile app so the formatting is kinda crazy and I can’t inset a keep reading 😭 so scroll with caution and heed the warnings!

Musical Inspiration: Venus In Furs by The Velvet Underground

- Part Four - A suit. It was a suit that put you in this position, standing next to him. He seemed even broader, taller, his presence more imposing. His smile said everything. It sent a shiver down to your toes, goosebumps prickling your back.

You tried to move but you were stuck, staring at him. He had a look in his eyes, different than before. He knew the effect, his allure, the pull, that his just standing there was having on you.

He basked in your reflexive attention, wide eyes taking in the way he looked in the suit. He looked… incredible. Striking. It turned out better than you’d ever hoped. Something fervent and inauspicious was displayed in front of you, stirring an unfamiliar feeling in your guts. You really weren’t sure how long you’d been standing there, looking at him. Seconds? Minutes? You opened your mouth but no sound came out, only a huff of breath.

“I, um, I’m sorry,” you finally managed to squeak past your vocal cords.

Joker chuckled through his nose and asked, “Sorry for wha-t?”

Your face flushed, heat rising into your cheeks. “U-um, I um, for staring,” you answered quickly.

He chuckled louder this time, sending butterflies quivering in your stomach with a queasy jolt. Looking back at the mirror, he said, “Uh, aren’t you supposed to?”

You took a moment to process what he meant before swiftly jerking yourself in motion to grab your tailoring chalk and set of pins from the table, keeping your eyes down as you suddenly felt uncomfortable meeting his gaze again. Something about him wearing your suit set your nerves even more on edge, heightened with anxious energy buzzing through you. But you had to calm yourself. Focus, breathe. You decided to start with the back of the coat so that you could avoid his hypnotic eyes a bit longer.

Blowing a breath through your lips, you looped your measuring tape over your neck and approached him from behind.

“I, I’m gonna check the fit of the coat,” you said.

His green-haired head nodded silently and you slowly reached out to touch the coat. In spite of your best efforts, your hands shook frustratingly, lingering out in front of you until you pushed past that pervasive hesitance and placed your palms on his back, between his shoulders.

The wool warmed by his heat met your skin, tingles shooting down your back in reply. Your anxieties were beginning to irritate you. Every little sensation, movement, or sound from him made you feel like you were on fire and it wouldn’t stop. Just keep going, he’s watching you, he’s waiting. Your own thoughts didn’t help either.

You let the resulting electricity run through you as you moved your hands, smoothing the purple fabric until you reached the edges where you tugged at it, checking how it fit his broad shoulders. They curved beneath the heavy layer, the fit leaving just enough room to move them. Your heart pumped a bit faster, anxiety beginning to twist into some sort of exhilaration at the feeling of his form beneath your hands.

It followed you as you checked the sleeve pitch, your fingers straightening the sleeve where it met the body of the coat, falling in line all the way to the cuff. They buzzed with nervous anticipation as you fluttered them over more of the fabric. It almost felt good.

Routine took over while you continued to muse over the garment, now scrutinizing the details more carefully with pins between your teeth to pluck and slide into place over any areas where you felt the fit needed improvement. So focused on your ardent task, you hadn’t really noticed that you’d stepped in front of him, eyes glued to the lapels resting on his chest that steadily rose and fell, his body otherwise completely still. Like a living mannequin that wore your creation so perfectly. You marked where the lapels laid against the front of the coat with lines of chalk and stepped back to check the symmetry. Suddenly you stiffened and your pulse thrummed faster as you felt his eyes on you.

You swallowed and slowly lifted your gaze, you breath quickening. He was staring at you. His expression was blank, unreadable, all you could do was stare back.

His tongue flicked out over the forked scar on his lip, drawing your eyes to it, then to the rest of the damage to his face. There was no ignoring their presence. If people were always staring at them, then how much did he think about them? Do they still hurt? Would the phantom of the sensation that came with their creation spark with pain at random? Perhaps the damaged nerve endings conducted tangled signals, the haphazardly healed tissue trying desperately to function as it once did. Varying between feelings of numbness, stinging, prickling, overwhelming sensitivity, or any combination of these crawling across his permanent smile. Maybe sensations were elicited from no stimulus at all, as if recalling its own former trauma.

His gravelly voice pulled you out of your thoughts when he asked, “How does it look, hm?”

“It, it looks incredible,” you words tumbled out before you could think, prompting the heat of embarrassment to rise up to your ears.

He grinned at you and replied, “Is that so?”

No knowing what else to do except play along, you nod slowly, your eyes still locked on each other’s.

“Ahh the creator speaks well of her creation, hm?” he said.

“Uh, no! Well, I mean, yes? It, you, uh, I think it came together nicely,” you sputtered in response.

Joker chuckled and responded in a husky voice, “Gooood.”

Your heart flipped in your chest and your lips parted to take in a deep breath. You didn’t know what to think about what was happening. You were afraid. But fear was now joined by another feeling. Some faint excitement reaching up from deep down inside, drawn out by the way he looked at you. They swirled together in your stomach, telling you to run away but keeping you there in front of him, filling you with some want for him to speak to you again.

“Um, do you like the fit?” you finally asked.

He shifted his gaze back to the mirror and gripped the collar of the coat to shift it slightly.

“You’re the ex-pert, doll,” he said, not taking his eyes away from the mirror.

“Oh, o-ok,” you said quietly, almost under your breath, as your feet carried you toward him again.

You walked around him in a circle, checking your marked alterations once more. It was perfect. But you could stand there all night, inspecting how it hung off his body. Why? You didn’t really know.

Trying not to linger too long, you said softly, “It, um, it, looks good to me. So, uh, let’s have a look at the, um, the jacket.”

He slid the coat off of his shoulders to hand it to you, the fabric still warm in your hands as you draped it over the stand. You turned back to him to check the suit jacket, knowing his eyes were on you made your skin tingle. Hesitation flashed in your mind but was promptly snuffed out by the inexplicable fascination that continued to take you over.

You reached out and took both sides of the jacket front in your hands, lining up the buttons with their corresponding holes and gliding them through. You walked around him, trying to focus on your task and not the quivering of your stomach. After checking the sleeves and making some adjustments, you reached for the buttons once more. You could tell him to take the jacket off, or you could do it yourself. Like you had no control over them, your fingers unfastened each button before moving to slide the jacket from his shoulders as he silently complied.

Your hands trembled less the longer you touched him. It felt dangerous, getting used to that feeling of riskiness, imminent consequence not setting off the response it should be. Your feet should carry you away from danger, not draw you toward it. But oh, was it tempting. You stood closer to face him. The tension of your muscles and tingling of your skin had become strangely addictive, your nerves encouraged you to chase the feeling, despite what would be better judgement.

Your systematic undressing left him standing in the pinstripe pants with the hem reaching just to the tops of his brown shoes, hexagon patterned shirt, and green vest that hugged his sides to outline his broad chest down to his lean waist. You stepped closer. He smelled like greasepaint and cigarettes.

When you straightened the collar of the shirt, your fingers grazed over his neck in what was almost a seductive manner, raising goosebumps up your arms and suddenly the silence in the room became all too obvious. You sucked in a breath, pulled your hands back and froze with your eyes on his chest in front of you. It expanded with his breath that now warmed your face and you found yourself unable to move once again, stuck in the pull he had on you.

There it was. The familiar feeling of arousal fluttered in your core and your face flushed. You cursed your body’s reaction. This can’t be happening. Not with him.

“Look at me,” he said plainly.

Your breath trembled slightly as you shifted your eyes up to meet his. His gaze sent your heart racing, overwhelming and entrancing. He looked as though he could swallow you whole. Fear is a fickle thing. It could save your life, keep you out of danger. Don’t go down that dark alley, someone might be lurking. Don’t touch that snake, it might bite you. But it can betray you, too. It can mingle with desire, giving you that toxic gift of adrenaline, flowing through your veins like a drug. It saturates your mind, drowning out the instincts you thought were instilled so steadfast. You reached for that snake to let it sink its fangs into your flesh.

“Are you afraid?” he asked, his voice thick like honey.

Your eyes burned, locked with his dark pupils as you nodded slowly, your body acting on raw impulse.

The click of a switchblade met your ears and you stiffened as he brought it up to your cheek, holding the back of your neck with his other hand. Your body shuttered and twitched uncontrollably, your head beginning to feel light.

He stared deeper into your eyes and growled, “No you’re not.”

His words spun around in your mind. You were afraid, you wanted to be afraid. But something wouldn’t let it come to the surface. It shouted for you to run, scream, anything show him it was there. But it’s voice was muffled by the sick thrill that his knife at your cheek sent coursing through you. Would he cut you? Would he kill you? The threat of blood dripping to the floor weighed heavy over both of you.

“Careful doll,” he rumbled, lowering the knife from your face. “Tha-t is a danger-ous game.”

Game? It didn’t feel like a game. Your chest squeezed uncomfortably when you thought about his knife dragging across your skin, the sting that would follow it as the surface split open.

“A… a game?” you asked with your voice quivering.

He hummed and nodded his head, his gaze never breaking away from yours.

“Play with fire and you get burned,” he rumbled, bringing his face even closer.

Your heart pounded up into your throat and your blood ran hot. He saw something in your eyes. He knew. He knew the thought of being with him excited you and you had no control over it. You ached with need. A need that was new and sharp, pricking at your insides. You needed to know what it would be like. Had you lost your sensibilities?

Suddenly he stepped forward and you backed up reflexively, each step steering you backwards until you were halted by the wall, nowhere to go. He put his hand on the wall beside you and leaned against it. He lifted the knife he still held in his other hand and placed the point at the top of your chest, right in the middle. Then he leaned in, bringing his lips to your ear.

A powerful shiver ran down your back as he spoke in a low voice, “How about now?”

This was the game. A contest of wills. Would you cry? Try to get away? Or would you bleed for him?

Your skin was set ablaze beneath the blade and your jaw clenched as you sucked air in through your teeth. A trickle of sticky red ran onto your shirt as he moved away with the knife, watching you through heavy lids. The tiny cut on your chest stung, the pain mixing with your heightened senses. It was confusing, this feeling of fulfillment. He still held the knife, he could still kill you. But this felt different. Your heart began to slow its unforgiving racing and you breathed deeply.

His red lips twitched into a smile, impious and entrancing.

“Ahhh look what we have here. There it iiis,” he purred. “Don’t forget, doll, the fire’s hot. Wouldn’t want ya to, uh, get burned too bad, hm?”

Your jaw dropped open slightly as you stared at him, speechless. What just happened? What does he mean?

Before any words could form from your mouth, be stepped back. He clicked the knife into its handle and casually strolled back over to the mirror.

“You, uh, really have outdone yourself, doll,” he said, starting to unknot the tie around is neck. “You have ta-lent.”

You remained silent and wide eyed, stuck in place against the wall as he stripped down to his boxer shorts in front of you, rendering you even more stunned. Then he pulled on his tattered shirt and pants with the frayed jacket he arrived in.

He straightened his collar and turned back toward you. His eyes made your stomach quiver once more before he purred, “I’ll be back tomorrow. Looking forward to it, doll.”

You blinked and the door closed. He was gone.

Reality came rushing over you in a cold sweat. You slid down the wall to sit on the floor, suddenly gasping for air and panting as your hands trembled.

You forced yourself to take deep breaths and closed your eyes, wiping the sweat from your brow as you leaned your head back against the wall. Then your eyes snapped open and you lifted your hand to gently touch your finger to your chest. You looked to see your blood glistening on your fingertip.

He cut you. Shallow and small, but skin was broken. You should have been afraid but you didn’t fear the act itself. No, you feared the feeling it left behind. The thrill was intense, filling you up with a strange euphoria. An arousal. You should be dead, drained of life by the point of a knife. But you only grazed the blade. You wanted to chase that feeling, follow it for more. Tangle with danger and let it touch you all over.

You danced with the devil and he left you wanting more.

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moonknightly · 5 years

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Forgive My Sins : Poe Dameron x Reader

Pairing: First Order!Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Excerpt: “You hated how quickly your gaze fluttered over to him — how much control he truly had over you. You hated the way your body reacted to just a couple of small commands thrown from him, and how he undoubtedly knew the effect he had on you.”

Warnings: It’s smut. Choking and cursing is about the extent of it though?

You knew you were in for it.

You could hear it in the tone of his voice, in the sharp bite and the unrelenting sting. And that had been before your actions were even solidified, when they were still nothing more than thoughts rattling inside of your head. Before you had even made a firm and final decision, and before you had unabashedly flipped the switch to your comm system, effectively cutting off whatever venomous words your captain had been threatening you with at the time.

The quiet had been welcoming in the moment. It had given you time to think, time to act. You had been able to give your complete and utter attention to your plan, and still had enough focus left to make sure that you weren’t going to get yourself killed.

But now, the silence in the cockpit of your TIE was almost deafening, causing nervous butterflies to rally in the pit of your stomach as the last bout of adrenaline died within your veins. There was no doubt in your mind that he would be completely pissed off once you made it back on board, and that you might even lose your rank as a squadron leader. If there was one thing you knew to be true about Captain Dameron, it was that he hated being ignored. Hated not being in control, and you had blatantly defied his orders, not caring for a single moment as his voice crackled through your comlink, telling you to pull back and retreat, to disengage.

His voice had been full of tension, most of it due to the rage flooding his chest no doubt, but there had been something else there too, just under the surface, trying to break free. A hint of worry, perhaps, and maybe even a dash of fear.

But you also could have been imagining that — trying to comfort yourself in a moment of uncertainty.

He didn’t care.

You might have been his best pilot. His best squadron leader. The only person on board the Finalizer who challenged him, matched his banter with ease and just the right amount of snark. And you had fucked, several times, quick and dirty and only in the dark.

But he didn’t care, there was no way that he could.

You weren’t sure the man was even capable of such a thing. The only thing he seemed to care about was seeing how many times he could bend you over his desk in a single day, and even that was mere business to him.

At least, that’s what you assumed.

Unbeknownst to you, your reckless stunt and blatant disregard for his orders had nearly sent Poe scrambling to his own TIE, the need to protect you threatening to consume him entirely. And he was almost positive that he would have gone after you, had Hux not been in the room, staring him down, almost willing Poe to show some sign of affection for his most prized pilot.

Poe couldn’t allow that. Refused to let anyone, even you, know of his soft spot. He had a reputation to uphold, afterall, and a general he needed to keep off of his ass.

And even though you were certain that he didn’t care, you found yourself wondering again if you had maybe misjudged the man.

Would he have been standing in the hangar, waiting for you with his hands clasped behind his back, if he truly felt nothing?

You cursed under your breath, hesitating in the cockpit for just a second too long apparently, because Poe started tapping his foot and you swore that you saw him take a step towards you, his facial expression holding no room for patience. Still, you took your time climbing out, dropping to the floor with a soft thud, your knees almost buckling though it wasn’t from the force of your fall.

You kept your distance, thankful that the helmet covering your face hid the fact that you were so shamelessly staring at him. His short, gray dusted curls were disheveled, just barely, but enough to tell that he had been running his hands through his hair and tugging at the strands. His jaw was clenched, brown eyes full of an intensity that shot straight through you, but even from ten feet away you could see that they were also red and glassy. He was high.

Had he been high the whole time, or did he only use as a way to come down from the stress of the situation you had just put him through?

You didn’t know, and it really didn’t matter. It wasn’t like the familiar musk of spice lingering on his uniform was uncommon. It wasn’t like it would make a difference.

His lip twitched, and he took a few slow steps towards you, stopping when he was just close enough for you to reach your hand out and touch his chest. Not that you would ever dream of touching him so softly, especially not in front of so many others, even if they knew better than to even glance your way. No, your arm stayed limp at your side, and you hoped that he couldn’t hear how your breathing quickened through the modulator in your helmet.

He looked at you for a long moment, eyes boring into where he knew yours were underneath your helmet. You felt a shiver roll up your spine, and you had to repress the urge to shift nervously on your feet.

“Take it off,” he deadpanned, and for a moment, you weren’t sure if he was referring to your helmet or your clothes.

And even though you were standing in the middle of a bustling hangar, you really wouldn’t have minded if it was the later.

You hoped he wouldn’t notice the way your hands shook as you brought them up, quickly pressing the release on your helmet before pulling it off, situating it on your hip as you let your eyes look everywhere but at him.

And of course, he didn’t like that.

“Look at me.”

You hated how quickly your gaze fluttered over to him — how much control he truly had over you. You hated the way your body reacted to just a couple of small commands thrown from him, and how he undoubtedly knew the effect he had on you.

But he wasn’t smirking like you had expected he would be. No, his lips were set in a straight line, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he let his eyes travel over your face then down your body, almost as if he were searching for something. An injury, maybe? You weren’t sure.

His eyes met yours once again, and any tenderness you thought you might have seen within them was no longer there.

“You disobeyed my direct orders.”

Poe’s voice was almost as cold as his eyes, a threatening tilt to it that had the hair on the back of your neck standing on edge.

Now you actually shuffled nervously on your feet, willing yourself to hold his gaze, knowing it would only be worse if he had to tell you to look at him for a second time.

“Captain Dameron, with all due respect,” you started, pushing through the lump in your throat. “I’m not going to apologize for my actions. They didn’t put anyone else in danger, and I managed to knock out six X-Wings. Six less pilots to aid the Resistance.”

“And what if you had failed?”

“Then we’d only be down one pilot, sir. No one else-”

“I’d be down my best pilot,” he interrupted, taking a single step closer, the electric spark in his eyes gluing you to the floor as you didn’t want to risk turning it into a blazing fire. “Leave the stupid shit to the lower ranks.”

“And then you would have lost just as many as the Resistance.”

His jaw clenched, and you could imagine that his fists did as well. He knew you were right, but the way he rolled his eyes told you that he didn’t care about losing a few low rank pilots.

Why did he care about losing you?

You shook your head gently, pressing on.

“Am I not supposed to take a chance when I see one?”

“You’re supposed to keep yourself alive.”

“I’m just a squadron leader. We’ve lost worse, and we’ve recovered. It would be just the same, easier even.”

Your words were only met with silence, one that surprised you because it wasn’t paired with a harsh glare. He looked almost conflicted, as if he wanted to say something, but he wasn’t sure if he should. You had never seen the man at a loss for words before, Gods he hardly ever shut up, and it left you utterly confused and conflicted yourself.

You didn’t have very long to reflect on it though, because General Hux was walking up from behind Poe, and while having to deal with the other man usually filled you with tension, you actually felt some of it leave your shoulders.

“Captain,” he greeted Poe, causing the man in question to scoff. If Hux heard, he ignored it, turning his attention to you, jumping straight to business. “I need you in a debriefing room in ten minutes.”

You didn’t even have time to nod your head before Poe was speaking, voice tight.

“I can handle her on my own, General.”

His voice left no room for discussion, and Hux even seemed taken aback, though he didn’t bother to argue. It just meant that he had one less thing to do.

But Poe didn’t wait for Hux to confirm that it was okay, not that he would have relented had the other man voiced any objection. He simply turned on his heel and started towards the corridor that led towards the debriefing rooms, and you knew you were expected to follow.

You cursed gently under your breath, dread filling you. You nodded your head once at Hux before going after Poe.

You stayed several paces behind him, though you didn’t let your eyes wander from the back of his head. The walk was quiet, and you didn’t ask him why he headed towards his office instead of your original destination. He let himself into the room, not even glancing behind him to make sure that you were still there. You thought about taking off, for just a moment, making him chase after you, but you weren’t that stupid. You knew your punishment, whatever it was, would only be worse.

The moment you stepped through the door, your back collided with the hard wall next to it, the air threatening to be knocked from your lungs as you spluttered. One of his hands curled around your hip, holding you in place, while the other moved to the back of your head, his fingers curling into the strands as he harshly pulled back. His lips were suddenly attached to your neck, and then to your jaw, and you thought that he was finally going to kiss your lips, something he had never done before no matter how many times you had found yourself in a similar position, when they instead traveled down the other side. You wanted to whine, but knew it would be useless to complain.

Kissing was too intimate, too personal.

This was only sex.

Poe stopped at your collarbone, his tongue darting out to lick across your skin before he sunk his teeth into you, biting down. You groaned at the wicked sting, and something akin to a growl rasped in his throat.

His hand in your hair pulled harder, and his nose grazed up the expanse of your throat, his hot breath washing across your neck and sending shiver after shiver through your entire body. His lips curled around your skin, and you knew there was no way you would be able to hide the bruise he was leaving as he sucked a mark into you.

Or the second mark, or the third.

You hardly even registered as the front of your flight suit was ripped open, not until the fabric hit your feet and you felt something cold and hard rubbing across your nipples. He had flipped you, pinning you to the wall again though now your back was pressed flush against his while your front was being nearly crushed from how tightly he held you there. His hand on your hip disappeared, for just a second, until you felt it come down on your ass with a loud, reverberating smack.

The yelp that escaped you made Poe’s eyes flutter shut, you knew that because you could feel his eyelashes against the shell of your ear, but you knew the sound had been too quiet for his liking. He always liked to hear you scream for him, whether it be in pain or pleasure, or both. Both was, usually, his goal.

He landed another sharp blow to the same side, not giving you even a second to recover before numbers three and four hit. You pressed yourself further into the wall, if that were even at all possible, trying to move yourself away from his hand.

That earned you five and six, and he finally pulled that scream from your lips.

And a growl flew from his.

And then there was a small clinking noise, and the shuffling of fabric, and then your panties were being shoved to the side and you felt the head of his cock at your entrance.

He didn’t hesitate on pushing himself into your cunt, the stretch forcing a whimper from your lips that he completely ignored as he began to pound himself into you, setting a relentless and merciless pace that had you screwing your eyes tightly shut from the immense pleasure moving through you.

One of his hands was placed firmly on your hip while the other found its way to your neck, his fingers curling around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you dizzy. He didn’t speak, the only noise in the room being your loud moans, his quiet grunts, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. It was almost as if he forgot that he was fucking a real, living, breathing person and not some toy, and the idea only made you hotter for him.

You could feel your arousal dripping down the inside of your thigh, and you had been with Poe enough times to know that the obscene wet sounds your pussy was making as he drove himself into you only turned him on further, only made him want to take you harder. You hadn’t thought such a thing was possible, but he was hitting a spot so deep inside of you, you were trembling.

Your legs felt weak underneath of you, as if they could give out at any second, and you were sure that you would have ended up a shaking pile on the floor had he not been so tightly pressed against you. Your skin felt like it was on fire, like small shocks set across your skin with each stroke of his cock along your inner walls. He growled again, his hand on your neck tightening, cutting your air supply off completely.

Hand flying to his wrist, you halfheartedly tried to pull him away, not wanting to let him know how much you were enjoying being used by him. Oh, but he knew. He could feel it in the way you clenched around him and hear it in the sound of the heavy moans that had been falling from your lips before.

Poe was still quiet, watching the way his cock disappeared into you, taking delight in the obscene stretch and the almost overwhelming tightness. You took him so well, so deep and ready, and while he would never admit it, he knew that no other fuck could ever feel so good. None of them had before.

He let up the pressure around your throat, just long enough for you to gasp sharply, inhaling as much air into your lungs as he would allow before his grip tightened all over again. His hand that had been on your hip moved into your hair, and he was pulling again, sending pinpricks along your scalp that only increased the pleasure.

Your clit ached for attention, the sensitive bud throbbing with a need that Poe completely ignored. There was no way in hell that he was going to let you come. Not this time. Not after the borderline suicidal stunt you had pulled, not after you had truly scared him — another thing he would never admit. No, you absolutely weren’t going to get to come that night, and maybe not even the next.

But Gods, Poe was so close. His silence was replaced with soft grunts, a few growls, though his hips never faltered. His stamina was unparalleled, his hips still snapping into yours with brutal force.

And when he spilled himself into you, his mouth by your ear as he let out the most sinful of moans, a noise that was rare for him as the man was typically all snarls and bared teeth, you thought that maybe you would get to reach your own end after all from the feeling of his alone.

He rammed himself into you through his high, his hips slowing, though the strength was still there. He only eased up his grip on your throat when he felt like you needed to breathe again, and this time, he didn’t squeeze again. You were a complete moaning, babbling mess, your skin blazing hot as sweat trickled down your chest. Your pussy was still practically begging him for a release, one that your mind knew was futile.

Poe allowed himself just a moment to rest against you, enjoying the closeness and the feeling of you, though he counteracted the soft moment by biting your ear, sending yet another jolt of pleasure straight to your core. And then he was pulling out, tucking himself back into his pants, letting your panties fall back into place without bothering to clean you up. He did always enjoy leaving a mess between your legs.

You stood there, nipples aching from rubbing against the cold metal wall, pussy still clenching, your breath coming in short, labored gasps, completely spent and energy gone.

And he wasn’t even going to give you a second to recover.

“You can go now.”

His words were clipped, tone almost formal, as if he hadn’t just been balls deep inside of you just moments before. But what else did you expect?

You bent down on shaky knees, reaching for your ruined flightsuit, pulling it back up your body. You tried your best to wrap it around yourself, glowering just slightly at the broken zipper he had ripped apart. He watched with bated eyes, arms folded across his chest, expression unreadable and completely passive. You found yourself hesitating for an unknown reason, maybe it was out of hope or maybe you were just trying to remember how to breathe and walk. But he raised an eyebrow, expectant, wondering why you were still standing in front of him when he had just told you to go.

You had no choice but to oblige.

Turning on your heel, hanging onto the last ounce of dignity you had left, you made your move to walk away, surprise coursing through your veins when you heard him speak up again.

“Wait.”

You didn’t turn to look at him, but you did stop, grinding your teeth together as irritation flooded your chest. What did he want from you?

You heard his heavy boots moving towards you, and you had to fight the urge to cower back against the wall, hair standing on edge as your heart began to hammer in your chest. He came to stand in front of you, eyes still hard, jaw still slightly clenched.

“One more thing.”

His hand shot out to grip your wrist while the other settled on the small of your back, and then he was pulling you towards him, your chests colliding before your lips crashed together.

If you had been surprised before, now you were utterly shocked.

You didn’t move, didn’t kiss him back. He didn’t expect you to. But then his tongue slid across your bottom lip and you lost all inhibition, and you caved.

And Poe had never tasted anything so sweet as your lips.

But he pulled himself away, dropping his hands from your body, licking over his bottom lip as he took a moment to just stare at you. You thought he might say something, but if he had planned to, his words never came. He simply walked away, moved behind his desk and pulled the chair out before plopping down.

He ran a hand through his graying hair, disheveling it further, his eyes never finding your form again as he fiddled with something underneath of his desk and the subtle smell of spice slowly began to fill the room. You took that as your que to actually leave, and if you hadn’t cared for your pride you probably would have ran.

You took off down the hall, walking swiftly, chest burning with desire and maybe just a touch of hurt that you didn’t want to admit to. He had kissed you, finally he had kissed you, but it was bittersweet. You had to have imagined the cliché spark, the electric current that flowed from his lips and onto yours. The emotion that lingered underneath his touch in that moment.

He still couldn’t care.

You still couldn’t fully believe it.

And you stopped, tucking yourself into the corner of an abandoned hallway, your fingertips tracing over your bottom lip as your thoughts spiraled.

And Poe sat in his office, getting high and hoping that his pitiful attempt at a kiss was enough to tell you everything that he couldn’t say.

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labyrinthsofyou · 4 years

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i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

pairing: wong yukhei & female reader

genre: fluff & mild suggestive mentions

words: 2, 800

summary: yukhei replaces the most important part of his body with you.

author’s note: tenses change to indicate present and past. my first story with wong yukhei. happy reading!

“look at this, babe!”

your eyes tear away the book in your hands and move to your confident boyfriend who loves to flex in front of the mirror after his workout. wong yukhei who prides himself on exercise, on maintaining the healthy and fit body that helps him through the hours of practices and weeks of tours, loves to show you all his hard work. you make eye contact with him through the mirror. his eyebrow quirks. an arm rises. and his signature smile paints his face as he showcases his biceps.

“don’t you just love them?”

you playfully roll your eyes.

yukhei shifts his position then and shows you both arms all flexed out.

“of course,” you reply with grin.

you take the bookmark on the nightstand beside you and slip it between the pages. bare feet on the carpet floor, you get off the bed to make your way to him. the light sheen on his body is still apparent from the noon sunlight filtering into the shared bedroom. you stand next to him. eyes meeting through your reflections, your hands reach up to give his muscles a squeeze. they're hard underneath your touch. you have to chuckle just a little. “so strong just for me, right? so you can protect me?”

“you got that right!” yukhei tells you with much enthusiasm.

you humor him. “how about your six friends?” you love to, just for the excited look on his face right now. “how did they do today?”

his face glows. he laughs with a tint of pink on his cheeks every time you say that. but regardless, yukhei grabs the hem of his shirt and lifts it confidently to reveal the define lines on his torso.

you run your fingers along his body, still warm and slightly sticky from the workout, admiring the tighten muscles. “so sexy. my kind of man.” you make your voice swoon with a sweet sigh.

“hm, I always knew you were only with me for my body,” yukhei runs a hand through his hair, black and unstyled from the norms of hair spray. “and charming good looks,” he finishes with his tongue snaking out to lick the corner of his mouth. the smile broadens on his face. your eyes never break from one another. you see the teasing in him.

“oh, definitely. i love your arms.” he laughs. “i love your abs.” you love playing along with him. “i love your shoulders,” you say as you raise your hands to rest on them.

yukhei drops the hem of his shirt and stands straighter. he squares up his shoulders. you give them a squeeze too. how they become your makeshift pillow countless times when you fall asleep on him during your movie night dates. how he never pushes you off either. but instead he leans down to you, resting his cheek against the top of your head and falls asleep himself.

“and those legs,” you tell him with a smile. yukhei puts out a leg, long and toned. he bends slightly to validate the length of them.

he is tall and he makes you feel small even if you aren’t short. your head is able to rest on his shoulder when you take midnight walks. he can press his lips to your forehead easily. but when you stand next to him, when he is being cuddly and covers your body with his and legs are tangled, he makes you feel small.

he makes you feel protected.

you lean down and slide your hand onto his thigh. “don’t forget about those thighs, too!” yukhei rolls up the basketball shorts he’s wearing to give you a better view.

that’s your seat, you like to joke. yukhei never argues that though.

even if there are seats available, he always wants you to sit on his lap. a usual mix of 'come sit with me,’ which really meant come sit on me, and just him gently tugging you towards him.

when you had quietly asked him about it once, yukhei had admitted with a shy smile, “i just want you close to me… that’s all.” you had kissed his cheek, feeling the heat of embarrassment from his confession.

and every time, given how touchy he always is, his hands never stop. drawing circles on the small of your back. squeezing and rubbing your thigh. soothing you and reminding him you are there with him.

that thought brings you back.

“and most definitely your hands, babe. i love your hands.

yukhei holds his hands in front, admiring the part of his body that holds you, warms you, calms you and makes you crazy with the smallest touch. magic hands you had referred to them once because of everything he can do with them. he had loved the title and immediately proved to you why he deserved it.

you reach for his hand. larger than yours he will never let you forget. warm like always. you intertwine your fingers together to bring the back of his hand to your lips. you press a kiss to it. you find his gaze once more.

“you know you’re just so handsome and i love every part of you.” yukhei plays bashful. but you're completely truthful.

“and you’re beautiful. that’s why me and you together,” yukhei clicks his tongue, releases your hand and gives a chef’s kiss. “we can’t be matched,” he says proudly with a beam. yukhei wraps his arm around your shoulder and bends down to press a sloppy and very wet kiss to your cheek.

your giggle filters through the room before you speak. “but do you know what i love most about you?”

yukhei ponders the question. his arms? no. his shoulders? no. his abs? no

he turns his head dramatically to the side. “my jawline!” and lifts his hand to run the back of his index finger around it. your laughter and touch follow his, running along the edge of it as well. you can spend hours, and have, laying with him just pressing your lips to it as his hands roam your body. but you shake your head.

yukhei thinks for a moment before he puckers his lips like he had done once in an interview.

“sexy lips!” he declares confidently.

plump and soft, they are simply always kissable. his lips work wonders on your body. they bring you to another dimension. and every time his lips find yours, whether it’s chaste or passionate, each kiss cannot be compared. yet each one sends sparks soaring from your fingertips to your toes. each kiss makes your stomach fill with butterflies. that never fails. you bring your thumb to his lips and lightly swipe across it. then you sigh cause it's not.

is this a trick question? his eyebrows furrow. he contemplates for a minute until his face lights up.

“my face! the main point!” yukhei claps his hands. it has everything he thinks. eyes that will make you faint. a smile that can melt you. the expression he offers you tells you he’s positive of his answer.

yes, his face is something else. a work of art that should be on magazine covers and studied because every time you look at him, you are amazed by every centimeter of it. you scrunch up your nose though since no, it’s not.

yukhei looks at you skeptically before raising both eyebrows and clears his throat loudly for dramatic effects because he definitely knows now. he smirks. his hand moves down. your eyes follow. for a second, he palms himself. while you do love and enjoy that part of him tremendously and in every way possible, you shake your head with a loud laugh.

confusion and disbelief cover his face because it’s a no for everything. “you’re-”

his words calling you a liar are cut when you move to stand on your toes. you grip his shirt. his hands, warm and comforting, instinctively settle on your hips to pull you closer. your lips rest beside his ear.

you can’t see it.

your hand settles on his chest.

but you can feel it.

“your heart.”

and the answer leaves your mouth just loud enough for yukhei to hear.

because what you love most about him is underneath the skin and bones.

when he makes you laugh and smile because everything about his laugh and smile is contagious. when he says nothing and wraps his arms around you because he wants you to know he’s there for you. when he stands behind you in large crowds because he knows it makes you uneasy. when he buries his face into the crook of your neck to inhale the scent of lavender on you so he can remember it when he’s away. when he goes on tour at the other side of the world and sneaks off for a minute just to wish you sweet dreams. when he comes back from those tours at the other side of the world and hugs you tight so he can pepper your face with kisses. when your back presses to his chest and you feel his lips against the nape of your neck before you drift off to sleep. when he brings your cold hands to his mouth to warm with his breath because sometimes you forget your gloves. when he brings you your favorite jasmine tea when you’re feeling under the weather. when he adds to the bucket list of all the cities and countries you need to visit because he thinks you deserve to see the world. and when he looks at you, whether you are in a sea of people or alone as he covers your body with his, yukhei looks at you as if you hang the stars in the night sky.

yes, he is handsome. but his heart makes him beautiful.

his heart, that’s what you love most about him.

your feet firm on the floor again, you glance up at him to search for a response in his eyes because yukhei says nothing then. to be quite honest, a part of you is proud of yourself. it is not often you can make him speechless. quick with his words and comebacks he always is.

but right now, yukhei isn’t because of all the things he thinks of, that answer never crosses his mind. his hands slide behind you, fingers splaying on the small of your back. you feel the quickening thumps of his heart underneath your palm. a soft and sweet smile you offer him as the heat on your cheeks build under his stare.

“what?”

yet yukhei provides you no answer to your question.

because it is everything on the outside of him that draws people in at first. it's his looks, his height, the usual that he knows too well.

but not with you.

not when he had first walked into the café and saw you working in between classes on a very sunny tuesday afternoon. not when he came back every week possible after whenever he needed his caffeine fix. not when he came in twice still wearing his performance outfit with his hair styled and he had felt someone take a picture of him. you had not treated him any differently. but the smiles you had given him made his heart fluttered. the small talk he had experienced only made him want a little more.

just one moment was all yukhei had needed.

and on a very rainy thursday morning and him being clumsy and not paying attention because he just wanted your attention, yukhei had slipped. the sign he missed. on the floor he landed. the coffee in his grasp had splattered all over. embarrassed he had been. attention from you he had finally received.

beside him you had appeared asking if he was alright and ready to clean. instead yukhei had apologized profusely as he ignored the pain that was settling in him and stood up. but you had reassured him it was okay with sincerity because it hadn’t been the first mess and wouldn’t be the last. regardless though, yukhei had helped you clean it up because insistent he was since it was his fault. once he had been finished though, with the closer than normal proximity to you, he had pushed his nerves to the side. this had been the one moment he needed. his hand had extended and yukhei had introduced himself.

the nervousness had radiated off of him. his eyes had been so large and hopeful, waiting for your reaction. your gaze had shifted between his face and his hand as you had tucked the falling piece of hair behind you ear. and then you had playfully questioned if he had slipped and dropped the coffee just so he could talk to you.

his face had heated up. yukhei had let out the breath he had been holding. a deep chuckle had soon followed. you hadn’t been able to bite back a smile.

then his hand you had taken.

yukhei had sworn it stopped raining at that moment.

and now, the longer yukhei stares at you looking at him with your sweet and teasing smile, he has no regrets.

when he finds you waiting up for him in the late nights to early mornings because sometimes that is the only time you get to spend together. when you put your hand against his and he sees the size difference that makes him laugh and you giggle. when he lays his head on your lap so you can thread your fingers through his hair. when you reassure him in the quiet nights that he’s doing well because sometimes he is too hard on himself. when you jump into his arms backstage after his shows and tell him how proud you are of him. when you whisper through the phone and video chats that you sleep better when he’s beside you. when you shower him with your kisses all over his body on the rare days off that makes him want to stay in bed all day. when you never fight his wish of staying in bed all day on those said rare days off because you want him as much as he wants you. and when you tell him the three little words, whether you are face to face or miles apart, yukhei feels the meaning in every part of it.

he will slip and drop that coffee all over again for you to take his hand and change his world.

yukhei bends down, his arms moving to wrap around you. you will never be tired of being caged in his embrace. the tip of his nose brushes gently against yours once, then twice before his head tilts the smallest degree. his mouth finds yours and you feel it again.

the love and meaning in it when your lips meet. the fluttering in your stomach begins.

slow and sweet it is until one of his hands comes up to cradle your neck. your arms slip over his shoulders. his hold of you tightens. on your toes you go once more. the added height allows you to deepen the kiss as the tiny gap between your bodies disappears. yukhei angles his head a bit more and pushes forward a touch. you moan into his mouth, the position offering you more of what you want from him.

but almost as soon as you do though, yukhei pulls away with you almost chasing after him. just a little longer you want him lingering across your lips. he opens his eyes. his slightly ragged breaths tickle your skin. you with your faintly parted lips, closed eyes, and heated face because of him, yukhei thinks this is one of his favorite sights of you. and when you open your eyes moments later and find him watching you, a light breathless laugh escapes you.

he doesn’t know how it’s possible. but it is.

“you don’t know, do you?” yukhei asks softly, almost dreamily.

your hands move to clasp behind his neck. the small nudge you give him has him bumping his forehead to yours.

you will never be tired of having him so close.

a low hum you release before you question quietly. “know what?” the curiosity hangs in your response.

his hand travels up to cup your face. eyes never faltering from yours, his mouth forms a tiny grin.

all yukhei sees is stars. all yukhei feels is love.

and then he leans in again. his lips stop mere centimeters from your very own. a tease, you think he is. but a perfect moment he believes because when your attempt to bite back a smile fails just like that very day, the grin on his face widens.

yukhei knows for certain without a doubt.

“you are my heart.”

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mirahuyooo · 4 years

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Set The Night Alight | pjm

Set The Night Alight

— Shining through the city with a little funk and soul, Park Jimin sets your night alight.

Word Count: 2,159 Contents: flUFF, a pinch of AnGST, having fun, y/n be stressin’ but still hustlin’, jimin be sweet af uwu, mention of Hobi, Yoongs, n Kookie, non-idol au, best friends to lovers! au Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

A/N: I planned on posting earlier but uhm... I didn’t eheh This one is heavily inspired by Dynamite! My sister got a great screenshot of Jimin so I made used it for an edit and write this little blurb skskksksks Hope you enjoyed!

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A grimace resurfaced on your face for the umpteenth time as you swerve away from yet another couple eating each other’s face before your very eyes. A frustrated huff left your lips at the inconvenience adding to the ever-growing misfortune you’ve had for the night. Just to your left earlier you had witnessed a crummy-looking drunk getting slapped by a woman for grinding on another girl.

You fled to a less distasteful area of the club, all by your lonesome. This has got to be the worst night out you’ve ever been to—and at the worst day of your life to date, too!

After waking up with nerves raging over test results in anticipation, you forced yourself to be ignorant of the looming sense of disaster you’ve felt since the night before. You wanted to start the day with a positive mental attitude—try to, at the very least. However, you were further tested.

When you arrived late to class after missing the bus, the professor looked at you with a disappointed stare that could rival that of your overbearing parents’. It was then announced to the class the news that you’ve been waiting for since you woke up. As it had turned out, you did fail the test. You didn’t cry, of course—even though part of you wanted to—but it definitely took a toll on you.

For the rest of the day, anyone who would’ve laid eyes on you could sense the despair lingering in your aura. Your body sagged at the figurative weight you carried on you, as though you were Atlas holding the world on your very back. Your (e/c) eyes blinked as slowly as you responded to the world around you—your mind stuck in a haze that dipped your heart into more emotional baggage.

Work came after class, as you, of course, had to support yourself for the goals and dreams you had in life. Alas, even the haven you found in the small diner was short-lived. Your ex-boyfriend enters the premises with his monthly new plaything, effectively souring your mood even more. Being the bastard that he is, he reveled at the contrast of your lives and though you didn’t bother to care about aspects, his general presence still irked you.

“I thought I told you to get rid of that frown, hm?”

Pulled out of your stupor, you lightly jumped with a gasp as you were rendered startled and alarmed by the unannounced presence, until you realized that it was only Park Jimin—resident wild child, fellow diner worker, and best friend of six years. He had the audacity to giggle at your despair, while you recover from the slight scare with a hint of relief.

Your eyebrows furrowed with yet another frown. "I thought I told not to sneak up on me like that, hm?" You snippily countered, landing a smack on his arm to which he let out a yelp at.

Still, Jimin grins brightly, a little woozy and clearly enjoying himself—a stark contrast to your still sober and still fuming state. He had two glasses of soju with him, setting them down before the two of you and leaning against the tall table on his elbows. "Come on, (Y/N). The night is young. We're young," he urges you, "You should really learn to loosen up."

If you had a dollar for every single time he's told you this phrase, you would have enough money to not be such a sour puss. It's not like you didn't have conception of fun. You, too, can be wild, go party, and dance the night away—albeit not as stunningly as your best friend—but with the fire in you that you're desperately trying to keep alive to spite the world, you found it difficult to easily do so.

Agitated, you ran your hands through the (h/c) hair that you've barely even brushed throughout the day. "A man almost vomited on me while I was out there," you cursed, not really at him, but it still stung nonetheless. You bring the bottle to your lips, wincing a bit at the taste but still gulping. Jimin does the same.

After a moment, you break the silence, fiddling with your fingers. You knew the irritable state you were in wasn’t easy on Jimin—or anyone else really. "I'm sorry, Chim," you sigh, "but you know I really can't be in the mood right now. We should’ve stuck with binging night."

Something about standing in the local pub right now made you feel out of place. Though you know you shouldn't be, you were irking to get going and do something else—something productive. Not that you would’ve been that productive with binging night, but at the very least you would’ve caught up on your current favorite series. Then, you would’ve had more time to do actual fruitful activities.

You paused for a moment, frowning at your own way of thinking.

For the majority of your life, all you did was hustle. You were uptight, determined with proving yourself and the rest of those who've wronged you that you could be the thriving woman of your dreams, living the life goals you're working ends meat to achieve. The fire in you longed to see the people who abandoned you on their knees, kissing your feet at your success. And so, you move on after moping a little—this day will be yet another testament to such a fighting spirit.

At times you applauded your resilience. You were proud of the things you've managed to move yourself on from. Alas, this meant that you often starve yourself of care and leisure. Jimin knows this brilliant yet damning mindset of yours and constantly tries to ease you into the carefree lands of self-love.

When Jimin had offered you this night out after your shifts, you instantly rejected the offer, like you almost always do. He didn't like the way you held back on having fun, because you thought your mother would find out and her accusations of you going astray in life would spark into yet another rant of you wAsTinG yoUr PotEntiAL.

He does convince you somehow, thus this current situation. You were, however, beginning to regret going out instead of your tradition of breaking down in the confines of your apartment before switching yourself into an auto pilot mode where you work on projects and whatnot for God knows how long.

Your best friend, however, would never want you to feel such a way, especially if he could do something about it. He clapped his hands together. "Come on then," Jimin encourages, catching you off guard as he secured a hold on you by lacing your fingers together.

"What?"

The man before you downs a few swigs of the alcohol and smiles, eyes disappearing into crescents. "Let's go somewhere else," he tells you, matter-of-factly. "The night is young. There are lots of things to do."

You gawked at the sight before you as Jimin danced to the beat, his body moving effortlessly with the street dancer. Instinctively, you, yourself, were swaying to the beat. The crowd that had gathered around you had done the same.

Exiting the club, as it turned out, had been a notable move from the both of you, drastically mending your mood as your night was suddenly set alight by the bustling streets you wandered with your favorite person in the world. This predicament, however, landed before the two of you when you saw a performance going on. Jimin knew the performer—Hoseok, if you recalled correctly—and, in spite of not preparing beforehand, began dancing along to the music. He was doing brilliantly for someone who, about thirty minutes ago, was giggly from slight intoxication.

As the beat came to a drop and Jimin flips his body like it was nothing, cheers erupted from around you. Vigorously clapping along with the crowd, you couldn't care less if your cheeks were starting to hurt.

"Great work!" You beam at your best friend as he shyly walks back towards you with yet another charming grin that wills his eyes to close. "You've improved so much," you say, eliciting a blush from him. Both of you have aching cheeks now, but that didn't matter.

As the crowd began to disperse and he waved goodbye to his friend, Jimin offers an arm to you. “Let’s go?” he muses, still slightly out of breath.

“Go where?” you asked, but linking your arms together anyways.

Jimin says nothing, seemingly pleased with his plans. Butterflies ran amok within you, as his smile promises you more of these spontaneous adventures.

As the night bled into later hours, the both of you sat in the very diner that you two worked at only hours earlier. Jungkook, who had gotten night shift this day, disappeared into the kitchen after getting your orders.

Feeling better than ever before, you allowed yourself to savor the serenity. Your hands drummed to the beat of the music flowing from the jukebox resting on one corner of the diner with your head swaying along too. Jimin, in front of you, was also lightly dancing in his seat.

Eventually, Jimin stands up to his feet, dancing as he reached out a hand. He comically wiggled his brows, inviting you to dance with him—and you let him.

There were no other customers in the diner, and Yoongi, who had manned the cashier, didn’t really care to be bothered about the shenanigans the two of you were up to. You let out a giggle as Jimin twirls you around.

At this time, you took it to yourself to look at your best friend. As he often does, he had styled his brown hair back to expose his forehead, causing him to look attractive enough to fool anyone into thinking he's a reckless party animal when reality states that he's a soft gentleman at heart—and you support such a statement.

Park Jimin, with his massive golden heart, has stuck by your side far longer than anyone else in your life. In all of the years you’ve known him, he’s always been one to drop anything to help you with your plights. A sensation fluttered within you, rendering you frozen for a moment as you were confused by said feeling. Jimin, however, continues to goofily dance around you without a care in the world and elicits a snicker from you.

There was a whimsical sense in the air. Dynamite’s retro décor really had the ability to make you feel as though you had travelled back a few decades earlier. With Jimin’s own choice of outfit, the nostalgic effect multiplied tenfold. Could the butterflies in your belly be from the atmosphere of the moment?

“You look beautiful when you’re happy, y’know?”

Jimin’s words knock the air out of your lungs, sending you crashing back to reality. Before you, your best friend stood only a few inches away from your dancing dooming you into such a close position. Your heart once again picks up the pace.

You managed to let out a scoff but fail to counter his statement any further and simply shyly averted your gaze, leaning away to give the two of you some distance. To your shock, Jimin’s hands clutched yours in his hold, his eyes shining like diamonds as he stared into you.

“Chim—”

With the words you planned to say being stolen from you by the lips that captured yours, you couldn’t help but melt. As if on cue, the music’s beat picked up, encouraging your heartbeat to do the same. The emotions within you whirled wildly, setting your body on fire as Jimin pulls you closer. As you had felt his hold loosen, you took the chance to slide your hands up his shoulders and wrapped your arms around his neck, letting yourself get lost into a kiss you never thought to anticipate so much.

Eventually, the two of you pulled away for air, with Jimin grinning like the love-struck fool he was, while you were still in a haze from the kiss. You felt lips on your forehead as he soon pulled you in an embrace.

“(Y/N)?”

Your heart squealed at his voice, prompting you to hug him back tighter. “Hm?”

“I like you.”

With your head buried into his neck, your eyes fluttered to a close as his words bloom an ease in your heart—as if you had reached home after a long exhausting journey. There still existed a sense of surprise in you. You never expected to feel this way towards your best friend.

Jimin, in spite of his worries from your silence, proceeds to murmur into your hair. “I want you to be happy,” he tells you, “I’d be happy if you let me be the one to make you smile.”

You pull away with a soft smile, eyes glistening with tears.

“You already are.”

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imnottiredofgettingoveryou · 5 years

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Elliots first time with someone in detailssss

The devil is in that shit!!

Warnings: Smut (obvi), swears

It was around 2PM when my phone buzzed.

I picked it up and a far-too-big smile spread across my face as I read the text from Elliot: 'Here'

I hadn't seen him for months, but that was normal now that we both went to school out of state. I met him freshman year of high school, where we both sat at the losers' table for lunch. I surprised myself and made friends with most of the people who sat there, bonding over that shared feeling of 'otherness.' When you grow up a little and talk to people about it, you realize that it's a pretty ubiquitous feeling; when you're fifteen, it feels like you and your weird pals might as well be a leper colony. Elliot was the cutest guy at the table but proved the hardest to crack. One day, I gave him my Capri Sun as a peace offering, and it worked surprisingly well. We would occasionally find an empty classroom and eat together, just the two of us. It took patience to get him to open up, but eventually we became real friends. To this day, some five years later, we still shared the occasional inside joke about Capri Suns.

When I had found out that we both had a fall break at the same time, I was ecstatic. Maybe it was just 'absence makes the heart grow fonder,' or maybe it was something I wasn't fully ready to consider just yet, but seeing him had been all I'd thought about for weeks. We had plans to take the train up to Howard Beach and watch the planes take off from JFK. I'd spent so much time thinking about this day that a one-word text had given me butterflies. I practically ran down my stairs and out the door, my heart pounding away in my chest.

His taxi pulled away from the curb and there he stood, all eyes and black clothes, just like I remembered him. You know the effect that time apart can sometimes have, when you finally see someone again and they look fucking good? Multiply that ad infinitum, and you'd get an idea of what was happening to me. He might as well have had a halo of light behind his head.

His voice pulled me out of my trance. "Hey Y/N."

"Elliot!" I squealed. Propriety? Boundaries? I didn't know them. I ran up to him and wrapped my arms around his body, burying my face in his shoulder. "Oh my God dude, it's been forever!"

It took a moment for him to respond and I started to worry I'd overstepped, but then his arms slowly came down around me and tightened the already-close hug I'd initiated, and despite the crisp fall air, I felt completely, totally warm.

He pulled back to look at me. "It's... It's good to see you.," he stammered, eyes darting around my face.

I beamed back at him. "You too. Let's put your stuff away and then we can get moving-"

"Hey, um, Y/N?"

"Yes, Elliot?"

"Are your parents home?"

Well, now that was... interesting. "Nah. They're gone for the weekend." I had planned on us spending the break at mine only because I knew he wouldn't want to go home; my having an empty house had been a bonus that I'd found out about last minute.

Elliot looked at the ground for a second before continuing. "Is it okay if we just stay here for the night then?"

"Awe," I grinned at him. "Don't wanna share me with the public, huh?"

He flashed his trademark barely-there smile at me, and my heart melted. "Something like that."

***

Any ice that had formed with the distance of the last few months melted quickly; we fell back into our old rhythm and it felt like no time at all had passed since high school. I microwaved some garbage food and put on cheesy horror movies for us to talk over. He told me about his comp sci classes and how he had hoped they would be more challenging, to which I responded by calling him a nerd and a show-off. I told him about my first time smoking weed and about getting too drunk at sweaty frat parties.

"Do people really get a bunch of action at those things?" he asked me.

I choked a little at his choice of words. "Some people do, I guess. But not me. I mean, I've hooked up with one guy, but it wasn't at a party or anything."

I could've sworn I saw a look of disappointment flash across his face, but if it did, he quickly suppressed it. I backtracked, worried I had upset him somehow. "... not like it was, you know, spectacular."

Elliot chewed his food for an unnecessarily long time, then swallowed and said, "At least you're doing better than me."

"You're kidding! You still haven't shuffled off the mortal coil of your virginity?"

Now he just looked ashamed. Shit. I was really fucking this up.

I scooted closer to him and leaned my cheek against his bicep. "Hey, come on, I was just surprised is all. Have you seen yourself? I figured you'd be up to your eyeballs in pussy."

His eyes moved from the floor to look into mine. "Really?""Really really," I said, and I meant it. I snaked my hands around his arm and pulled it against my body. "You're a catch, El."

His gaze darted between my mouth and my eyes, and he smiled.

Elliot relaxed into my touch and I cuddled up against his side for the remainder of the movie. By the time the credits rolled, we were both yawning.

"You wanna head upstairs? We could take a nap," I suggested. He nodded, and I got up and led the way to my bedroom.

Once the door was closed behind us, Elliot took my hands in his and walked us backwards until my back was against the wall. Before I could ask what he was doing, his lips crashed into mine. I was caught off-guard, but I quickly pulled myself together and began moving my lips against his, listening to the quiet little noises he made as we opened up to each other, tasted each other. I reached down and grabbed him by the belt loops, pulling his hips against mine, smiling against his mouth when I felt how hard he was.

Panting, Elliot broke the kiss. "Y/N, I want to ask you something, but..." he looked down at where our bodies touched. "... I'm not sure how."

I realized what he wanted, and that I wanted it too. Opting for boldness, I trailed my hand down the front of his body until I reached the bulge in his jeans, then rubbed him through the fabric. He groaned, thrusting just barely into my palm.

"Are you sure about this, El?"

"Yeah," he replied, leaning down to kiss me again. "I want to... I want to do this. With you." He reached up then to cup my cheek, tilting my face up so I was looking right into his blue-green eyes. "As long as you want to."

I mirrored his gesture, caressing his cheek, feeling the beginnings of stubble. "Of course I do."

I would be lying if I said the thought of doing this with Elliot hadn't crossed my mind a time or two, but I certainly hadn't anticipated going this far down that road tonight. I wanted him, but this was decidedly unfamiliar territory and I was equal parts nervous and excited. I knew I had to focus on the latter, to take control, knowing he probably wouldn't.

Or maybe I didn't know anything because in a flash, Elliot was hoisting me up by the legs, wrapping them around his waist and carrying me over to my bed. His boldness seemed to surprise us both and we were giggling against each others' mouths in between kisses as he pushed my hips down into the mattress with his own. Shit, I had put clean sheets and blankets on the bed in anticipation of his visit, and we were about to ruin them...

"Can I undress you now?" he asked, hands drifting down my sides until they reached the hem of my shirt. I nodded and raised my arms so he could pull it off, then reached around and unclasped my bra, sliding the straps down my arms and tossing it to the floor. He looked positively starving as his eyes roamed over the exposed skin, tongue poking out to wet his lips. Then his mouth was back on mine and his hand went to the button of my jeans, fumbling, trying to kiss me and undo them at the same time. I reached down to help him, allowing him to focus on exploring my mouth as I pulled off my pants and underwear, adding them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

I arched my back off of the bed, angling my chest up toward him to let him know what I wanted. "Elliot, please touch me?"

He swallowed hard, then ghosted his hands up my sides to cup my breasts, kneading them with his long, callused fingers. He explored the flesh, palms grazing my nipples, applying different levels of pressure. When he squeezed a little too hard, I yelped.

"Sorry," he said, pulling his hands away.

"Hey, it's okay." Maybe I was just drunk with the feeling of this moment, but there was something endearing about how nervous and vulnerable he was, and I wanted nothing more than for this to feel good for both of us. "Just be gentle, okay? Try using your mouth."

I watched a shiver make its way through his body as he processed my words, and then he moved his face down to my chest and ran his tongue up my left nipple, watching it harden in response. He began licking at it earnestly, the feeling of his hot mouth pulling wanton moans from my lips as my hands gripped fistfuls of his hair in an attempt to ground myself. He groaned against me in response, and the added sensation sent sparks of pleasure straight to my core. He shifted his attention to my right breast, swirling his tongue around my other nipple, then sucking it into his mouth, surrounding it with warmth and wetness. I pushed my hips up against his, desperately seeking some kind of friction; he obliged, his clothed erection grinding against me, the evidence of my arousal staining his jeans.

"Fuck, Y/N," he panted, pulling his face away from my chest. "I want you so bad."

I smiled up at him. "Then you're gonna have to get undressed."

Elliot sat up on his haunches and pulled his shirt over his head. I stared shamelessly at his lean muscles, hungrily anticipating the feeling of his skin against mine. He reached down to undo his pants but I batted his hands away, opening the button and pulling the zipper down so he could slide them off, his boxer-briefs following. My eyes raked down his naked form, taking him in, following the trail of dark hair on his stomach down to his cock, fully engorged and leaking precum. Our eyes met as it fully dawned on both of us what we were about to do, the line we were about to cross together.

I spread my legs wider in invitation. "Come here."

He settled his body back between my legs, holding his full weight off of me with his forearms. I sighed at the feeling of him touching me all along the length of my body, my nipples hard against his chest, the hair on his stomach and legs tickling me, the tip of his cock resting teasingly against my folds.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around his length, stroking him gently, using my thumb to spread the moisture around his head, satisfied when he shuddered in response. "You're sure?" I asked him again. This was a big step for me but a bigger one from him, and I needed to be certain it was what he wanted.

He lifted his eyes up to mine from where they had been watching my hand. "Yeah," he choked out. "Definitely."

I pulled my hand away from his cock and gripped his shoulders. "Go slow, okay?"

He nodded and captured my lips in a desperate kiss as he entered me, pushing in inch by inch, his eyes falling closed once he was fully ensheathed. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, moaning at the feeling of him filling me, stretching me. It wasn't like this before. I felt whole.

The deep rumble of his voice pulled me back to reality. "Is it okay if I move?"

"Yes."

Elliot pulled out almost completely, then pushed back in, moving one hand to my hip to anchor me. He began to establish a rhythm, moving slowly, muscles taut with restraint. My hands gripped his back tightly as he drove into me, nails dragging against his skin. He let his head rest in the crook where my neck met my shoulder, and I felt him press his lips against my skin in an attempt to stifle the low moans escaping his throat.

"Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good."

"So do you," I moaned into his hair. I started lifting my hips up to meet his thrusts, pulling him deeper and grinding my clit against his pubic bone every time he hit bottom. I started to increase the pace as I felt my body start to climb towards orgasm, and he followed suit, driving into me faster, harder.

"Shit, fuck, I'm gonna cum," he growled against my neck.

"Me too. Don't stop."

That did it; his strangled moans filled the air as he emptied himself inside me, pulling my hips tightly against him to get as deep as he could. It was the perfect amount of pressure to send me over my own edge, crying out and clinging to him desperately as my muscles pulsed around him and milked him dry.

All of my senses were under fire as we came down together. Everything felt so intense - our breathing impossibly loud, skin slick with sweat, a heartbeat ringing in my ears that could have been his or mine. He kissed me, almost chastely, before pulling out and rolling onto his back next to me. I wanted to snuggle up next to him, to wrap myself around him and not let go until morning, but I resisted and left him some space while we recovered and processed what had just happened.

I knew this meant something, maybe more for me than it had for him, but I didn't want to bum myself out by overthinking and frankly I didn't have the energy. My breathing had finally steadied and I'd started to drift asleep when I heard his voice.

"Hey, Y/N?"

I turned my head towards him. "Yeah?"

"I'm not sure I told you, but... I've really missed you."

I smiled, more than satisfied with that, for now. I didn't need to say it back to him. He knew.

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smuttymess · 4 years

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bts astro soulmate reading | for ellen

sign: leo sun | aries moon | scorpio rising

lover: Park Jimin | soulmate: Kim Seokjin

This reading is for the beautiful, smart, lovely Ellen! I really had fun writing this one as I think this is truly a match made in heaven. Hope you enjoy too :)

Action-oriented, strong-willed and enthusiastic, Leo Suns are truly a force to behold. Add in a fiery Aries Moon and you've got yourself a powerhouse who will work tirelessly to achieve any goal they set their mind to - be it a seemingly impossible project at work or playing matchmaker to a notoriously picky bestie. A big-picture thinker, you live in the here and now, focusing less on fantasy and more on the expansive potential of your reality. Supported by your innate self-confidence that radiates from your soul, you are a naturally charming and strong leader, bringing people together and making beautiful things happen (see: events!) Scorpio is a curious sign as it has the intensity of fire, but all within the magnificent depths of water as its core element. While your Aries Moon and Leo Sun is a roaring fire that burns passionately and bright, your Scorpio rising - which dictates how you present yourself - often results in a cooler exterior, with an incredible emotional current flowing just beneath the surface. To those who first meet you, you are seemingly reserved and aloof - avoiding frivolity and small talk like the plague - preferring instead to simply listen, observe and absorb before revealing your true self. This is to your benefit, as your Leo/Aries combination often lends to bluntness, sharp words, and sometimes hurt feelings - the Scorpio rising dials that back a bit, making you more cautious with your language but also perhaps standoffish at times. Despite this occasionally ice exterior, you are very keen to connect with people on a deep, emotional level, and nobody knows this better than the people closest to you. While you have many friends and admirers, there are only a select few that get full access to your heart - and to them you are unfailingly loyal, warm, compassionate, reliable, and generous. Once your trust is earned, you are likely to give your all in your work, familial, and romantic relationships - your love is big, bold, and boundless. Unlike more passive, agreeable signs, you definitely expect equal love in return - Leo/Aries needs praise, recognition, and appreciation for all of your fabulousness, and like a true fire sign, you're not afraid to ask for it. A goal-setter, there is nothing you do in life that isn't deliberate or without meaning. Your desire is to leave an impact, making your mark on the world with your own fiery personal brand, and its likely that your influence already spans further than you realize.

A true connector and creator, you naturally seek ways of construction experiences that meet your expectations and exceptional taste levels - who better than you? Being a lover of fantasy and spectacle, nobody is surprised when you create a Studio 54-inspired pop-up party, wherein you show off your curves in your best 70s get up. Blissed out in a sea of glitter, sequins, and champagne, you are simply shining beneath the dazzling lights as disco floats through the air. The tone of the evening is simply fabulous, and surrounded by friends new and old you are truly in your element. You are unstoppable, the star of tonight's show, and the only thing that could make it better is a dance with the beautiful stranger sauntering around the club in his perfectly tailored bellbottoms and silky button down shirt like he owns the place. Wanting nothing but the best in your life, you are attuned to the fact that you want him, strategically positioning yourself in the middle of the dance floor as the music plays and meeting his eyes with an inviting stare. With ample confidence and mysterious aura in your arsenal, Park Jimin does not stand a chance once your sights are set, and it is not long before you two find yourselves immersed in each other's company under the flashing lights and the sheer electricity of the evening you've created. You tend to leave people wanting more, so you are not surprised to find the flirty Libra boy in your DMs the next morning. So, when is the next party?

Developing from a flirtatious friendship into something a bit more fun, Leo and Libra are an instant hit. This is a combination of fire and air, with Jimin acting as the wind beneath your sails as the easy, go-with-the-flow, partner in crime for all of your big schemes. Possessing an innate love of beauty, of fantasy, and romance, Jimin provides a level of optimism that your fantastical mind requires - he genuinely believes that there is nothing you cannot accomplish, helping your dreams along to become a reality. A Libra's extremely affable, adoring nature is like kryptonite to the romantic Leo who does not know the meaning of too much praise. It is no surprise when these two meet it is nothing short of a whirlwind relationship, with Jimin doting on your every wish without hesitation. The combination of Jimin's Libra Sun and Gemini Mercury makes him expertly aware of how to charm you, giving you exactly what you need at the right time. A true people-pleaser, you are delighted to find Jimin highly amenable to your emotions and desires, wanting nothing more than to ensure you are content. When you feel the genuine nature of this person that simply wants you to be happy - and unwavering loyalty of his Gemini moon - you are able to fully let down the walls posed by your more mysterious, reserved Scorpio rising that initially avoids vulnerability so soon. As Leo and Libra falls in love, there is an infinite level of romance and adoration. Suddenly, you find that you are in fact a hopeless romantic, loving being that sickening couple that sits next to each other in the corner of wine bars. He helps you slow down to access a more sensual side of your sign, your fingers intertwined underneath the table in a playful exchange while his hands graze your thigh despite. Jimin's Gemini Mercury allows for a bit of mystery and impulsivity, and there is something exciting to you about not knowing what you're going to get from him on any given day - while he can easily seduce you, is more than happy to let your more assertive Aries Moon take control when the mood strikes.

While Leo and Libra are typically quite compatible, there are some underlying issues presented by your charts. While you enjoy Jimin's free-flowing nature and desire to please, you become unsettled when this behavior is not just limited to you. His eagerness to please makes him quite susceptible to peer pressure, something that you simply cannot relate to with your heightened sense of independence. When he shows up late for date night, flushed and tipsy after a couple of extra rounds with the boys, you grow less amused by this side of his persona which you begin to see as inherently weak. Additionally, his moody, sensitive Moon in Gemini combined with a Venus in Scorpio makes him an especially possessive partner, not fully allowing you to be the social butterfly you are at your core and also requiring a level of affection and attention that you cannot always provide. When you feel that your needs are not being met to the level you expect, your Leo bluntness alongside the sting of your Scorpio rising are likely to hurt the softer Libra who is effectively allergic to criticism or discomfort in their personal and romantic lives, causing him to retreat. This only serves to exacerbate the problem, leading you to end the relationship on a swift and final note.

Always on the move and averse to any type of wallowing, Leo Sun/Aries Moons are constantly ideating, creating new ways to have fun and enjoy life to the fullest. You are truly the architect of your life, moving on your own terms which often leads you in the pursuit of food, travel, music or any other experience wherein you can connect on a sensory level with the world around you. Travel to another city for a concert? Consider tickets booked. Try a foreign cuisine completely unknown to you? Why not! Your friends are more than happy to go along for the ride, knowing that wherever you're going is where they want to be. You enjoy activities which showcase your profoundly adventurous, spirited nature. Independent and proud, you adore a challenge but not known for asking for help even when you need it say, during your first foray into rock climbing experience at a facility in the mountains. Despite your assuredness that you've got this (you don't!) it is when you're stuck midway through the advanced wall you insisted on climbing that a pair of big, strong hands are firmly grabbing the harness around your waist and steadily guiding you back down to earth. Before you can even process all that just occurred, your eyes widen at the sight of the gorgeous man in front of you shaking his head in disapproval. "You weren't listening to my instructions at all, were you?" His words are stern, but his eyes bright and lips pursed into a smile as he senses your competitiveness. In true Leo form you're soon able to charm your way out of what potentially could have been a lawsuit, enjoying taking to the smoke show who reintroduces himself as Kim Seokjin before explaining the basics you so diligently ignored. Impressed, you remain composed despite the incredible visual of Jin swiftly scaling the wall with ease. Like this, see? Our Sagittarius Jin is not always extroverted, but certainly has the confidence to ask for what he wants, and it's not long before he's proposing a 1:1 lesson in the very near future. Your Scorpio rising knows to play it cool but also when to seize an opportunity, and undoubtedly this one is too good to pass up.

This is a duo that may play a few games in the early phases of dating, but one ignited there is no extinguishing this spark. Jin's Sagittarius Sun is an ideal match for your Leo Sun as you share a warm, good-natured aura that you exude in every area of your life - its one of your signature qualities that you find most attractive in yourself and others. While there is a lot of ego in this pairing - both of you aware of your individual greatness but also in each others - you find a true partner matching your profound level of adventure, curiosity, and genuine experiences. This manifests itself in somewhat of a condensed dating phase, equipped with elaborate dates wherein the sky truly is the limit. Such a fiery countless hours together bonding over both new and shared interests - think skiing in Aspen, racing on a closed-course, a food tour of Rome - allowing them to show off their own skills while igniting their competitive fire while learning something new. Initially there is likely to be more of an investment in fun than an emotional commitment - a Sagittarius's specialty - and were it not for your other placements this could easily dissolve into a longstanding friends-with-benefits or fun summer fling. Luckily, your compatibility is deepened exponentially by several specific pairings that overlap and compliment each other. Two Moons in Aries are equally ambitious, fair, independent and honest, and you both take pride in this character trait that you are so appreciated for and allows you to be extremely successful in work and your social circles. Once you begin to explore the "why" behind your ambition - your desire for connection, improving humanity, making an impact - you are both able to open up into a deeper level of emotional understanding that few others get to access.

It is here that you find true romance, with his Venus in Capricorn appealing to your sensitive, dreamy, and romantic Pisces rising/Leo Sun. True to your Leo brand, you also need to be praised, worshipped and adored. You rule with your emotions, so acting up out of sheer passion is not unlike you. Not everyone can handle this wide range of emotions, but adaptable Jin is up for the task. He is perfectly able to navigate your moods, with the patience of a saint combined with a Mercury is in Scorpio which makes him extremely observant and strategic in terms of his communication. There is no staying mad with a Sagittarius (no matter how annoying he may be) as his need to move forward at a rapid clip makes it nearly impossible for problems to fester too long. With Venus in Capricorn there displays of grandiose affection you adore: two dozen roses at your door just because, renting out your favorite restaurant for a private meal on a random weeknight, a fully packed suitcase at the edge of your bed with an accompanying note. Madrid tomorrow morning? This is a couple that fucks like rabbits, often beginning the foreplay long before they reach the bedroom. He certainly enjoys watching you slink around the room at any party or event, entertaining the crowd with your charm and basking in the limelight, looking absolutely stunning in a dress he's gifted you. There is an air of excitement as the night goes on, knowing full well that he will be the one that has his hands all over you as soon as you get home. Its likely that the two of you get off on being the power couple that nobody can get enough of, and even more satisfying is that is just comes so naturally to you - there is no faking this level of chemistry! A mutually impulsive nature exists at the core of this dynamic, meaning you may not wait until you get home (why would you, when there's a car?)

Fiercely independent and fast-paced, more than anything you need someone who can both keep up with you and challenge you as well. Jin the Archer is notoriously hard to lock down, seeking someone who will let him be his fully adventurous, fun-loving self, and he successfully finds that in the equally on-the-go Leo. Your sensitive Leo thinks funny guy Jin may initially be a bit over-the-top in his playful teasing of you, enjoying pressing your buttons a little bit, but over time you learn that this is simply how a Sag shows love. It is this highly humorous element of his personality that opens you up to access a more playful and lighthearted side of yourself that embraces your humanity and flaws without taking them too personally. Together, Leo and Sag guide and drive each other in your respective careers, acting as partners and confidantes, while innately understanding the others need for space like few others can. At the core, this pairing has a strong foundation of friendship upon which everything else is built, creating a very open and respectful relationship which allows the other to stay true to their deeper selves without fear of judgement for being "too much". The life created between this pairing is one of fun, great wealth through your many successful enterprises, and the strongly rooted presence of family. Fiery, bold, passionate selves, this pair grows even stronger as they move through life together, inevitably making their mark on the world through charitable and culture contributions with their infectiously energetic personals and uniquely creative minds.

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thisartemisnevermisses · 5 years

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Freefall 5/-

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: angst, fluff, mild smutt, romance, adventure, reconciliation, cursing, anxiety.

Summary:

After the events of ‘Going Under’ you start a new life in Tokyo. Realizing those events changed you in more than one way. You’re not just the nice analyzer girl, you take life in your own hands again. Only to be pulled back into the rabbit whole.

After almost 2 years the Avengers call upon your help. Recapturing the one person that made your life a living hell. Going on a manhunt, or more likely woman hunt, with the one person you hoped to leave behind for good. Will things spark again between the two of you or are you as cold as ice?

A/N: Finally! The backstory is finished and we can sollemnly concentrate on Steve and You! Starting with this chapter! You two finally go on a mission and well lets say, things are heating up!

Chapter 05: Setsuzoku Suru / Connecting

The following days were full of preparations, meetings and arranging things. Tony, Owen, Callie and Lexi were occupied with the digital preparations, making sure your gear was up to date, connected and as invisible as possible.

Wanda and Peter where reading books so they could give you the important information before leaving. Sam and Bucky had whished the both of you good luck, before going on their own mission. Hoping they would find Thor or someone who could make contact with him.

Natasha had taken a plane to Austria, while Avery visited an old friend in Albuquerque. Everyone was occupied with preparing the first part of this mission, trying to think ahead so that every follow-up mission was prepared easily. The fact that all of you knew little to nothing about the Cintamani stone, Shangri-la or Sharon’s plan, made you nervous and on edge. Let alone the fact that false identities was not an option, because Steve was going with you. Going on a mission with Captain America made it impossible to pretend to be someone else.

A mission with Steve, your stomach turned, was it turning or butterflies? How would you cope with your feelings, could you keep them in check. Hopefully everything went as planned, hopefully you didn’t stand out to much seeing you’re with Captain America on a charity event, hopefully you weren’t pushed into some shitty compromised position. Realizing you’re pouring a lot of hope into this mission, makes you chuckle at your own ignorance. Thinking about the things that could happen, let alone the situations that could make things more awkward between the two of you, made your heart race. Continuing packing your bag, a single thought crossed your mind, a cliché when you were on mission, but what if you had to kiss him? What would you do? Could you keep it strictly professional or would you betray yourself? Guess you’d have to wing it, when it happened.

“Do you have everything? Did you check your coms? Have you checked your access to the cloud?” Lexi rambled, while pacing through the room. “Lexi…Lexi…LEXI..Could you shut it!”, you say loud, making the redhead jump and look angry at you. “You kept on rambling about things we’ve already checked trice”, you say looking at her, glaring back.

“Listen, we have everything we need. When we land in Morocco we’ll call grandma over there (you pointing towards Tony) to let her know we had a safe trip. From there, we have radio silence, until we are in the venue”, you explain the first steps of your mission again, seeing Lexi calm down a little.

“Lexi, listen I’ve done this so many times. Technically it’s an extract mission, go in, find the book and get out”, you shrug your shoulders. “Except, that this extract mission has an extra challenge, don’t forget Sharon”, Owen reminds you, putting the last things in your bag.

“Don’t worry Owen, we’re going to make sure, that she doesn’t get the book or see us”, Steve says calm, putting his bag in the quinjet. “You better make sure, she doesn’t get one of you two. And don’t, just don’t pick a fight with each other”, Owen warns, glaring at Steve. “Don’t make such a fuss, we won’t bite each other’s head off, at least until we have the book, okay”, you say playfully, getting an angry look from Owen. “Just make sure, nothing happens, okay?”, Owen ask you. “Can’t guaranty you that”, you smile, giving him a hug, walking in the quinjet, closing the tailgate. “I will keep an eye on her”, Steve reassures Owen, “That’s what I’m afraid off”, Owen replies walking away from the quinjet.

Once the quinjet is up in the air, you settle behind your desk. Looking over to Steve, who’s in the cockpit programming your destination. Ignoring your inner turmoil, you try to focus on your research on the guest list. Looking over names and searching the network for information about them. With every minute you get more aware of the fact that you two are alone. Trying not to let it affect you, but you can’t ignore the feelings stirring inside you. You’ve been apart for 2 years, tried to live your own lives, both of you are visible effected by those two years.

You trying to let the intern scars fade, him chastising himself for hurting you, not trusting you. Wondering if you were childish for hanging on to the pain, your eyes fall upon a name. “Steve, I got something”, watching the tall Avenger come closer, makes your heart beat fast, you were so fucking doomed.

“What is it y/n?”, he says, resting one of his hands on the desk, while the other leans on the back of your seat, making him hover above you. His face dangerously close, startling you when he speaks again, his breath tickling your ear. Snapping out of your trance, you try to compose and find the words in your head. “uuh,..look this name..I’ve seen that name before..”, you point at the screen, when Steve reads the name, his eyes widen. “It can’t be…”, he murmurs, “She’s dead, I’ve buried her”, he whispers to himself. Without hesitation, you lay a hand on his hand for comfort and search his face for an answer. “Steve, I’m right, aren’t I. Ruth Barton, it’s one of Peggy’s old aliases, right?”, watching his reaction, realization in his face turning into a frown, when he figures out it’s Sharon using Peggy’s alias. “She’s there, that’s Sharon”, he points towards the name on the screen, then looking at you.

You’re aware of the closeness of his face, his body, letting out a shacking breath. Glazing at his soft lips, before locking eyes with him, the silence is killing, just as the look Steve’s giving you. He inched closer, slowly closing the distance between you. Molding his soft lips against yours, letting a shaky breath escape his lips, when he breaks away from you. Searching your eyes for any sign, “Steve”, you try warning him, but fail miserably. Crashing his lips into yours with a searing and passionate kiss. When you open your mouth to say something, he feels bold and slips his tongue past your lips, moaning when he feels you melting into him.

Laying one hand in the nap of his neck, while the other fist his dirty blond hair. Desperation and longing in your kiss, wanting nothing more than to feel every inch of each other. Cupping the cheek of your ass, he peppers your neck with kisses. Making his beard tickle your sensitive skin, earning a giggle from you. “I’ve missed you”, he whispers before he captures your lips in another searing kiss. Your mind’s getting foggy from the lack of air or was it the sensation of Steve against you, you pull away.

Breathing heavy, you look silently at each other. Registering the messy hear, bruised lips and dilated eyes of Steve, you can imagine that’s the way you look to. When he hugs you tight, you feel his excitement against your leg, makes you snap out of that warm fuzzy feeling. It felt like the mission with Clint all over again, your mind starting to panic at the memories. Steve feels you stiffen up in his arms and looks at you, realizing what you’re thinking, he loosens his grip on you. “Y/N, I’m..”, he starts, seeing you looking angry at him, “Steve, DON’t..”, walking out of his grasp. “Don’t ever say you’re sorry again or I’ll snap your neck”, you warn him, seeing the hurt on his face, you ask yourself if you’ve went too far. “Look, it happened okay, that’s that. I’m going to go get some sleep, so I can take the nightshift”, you say before laying on the bed with your back towards the room. Its quit in the room for a little while, hearing your breath slow down, he steps towards you, covering you with a blanket.

“I’m not sorry, I’m just glad it happened. If only you could except that my feelings are still real for you”, he whispers to your back, believing you’re already a sleep, he steps into the cockpit watching the sky, letting his mind wander. At the same time the words Steve spoke, keep repeating in your head. Touching your lips, you scold yourself. You shouldn’t let the things in the past effect you.

You don’t know for how long Steve has let you sleep, but when you wake up the skies is dark. “You’re awake”, Steve’s voice is hoarse, he tries to stifle a yawn. Looking the tall Avenger over, you notice his tired eyes and ruffles hair. Did he try to sleep in the chair? Why didn’t he wake you up? Getting out of the bed, “For how long did I sleep?”, stretching your body. “Almost 4 hours, it’s 1 in the morning. We will arrive at 5 in Ait Rbaa, their awaiting us there”, Steve answers while rubbing his eyes, yawning again. “Come on soldier, you need some sleep”, patting the bed, “I will take the next shift, get some sleep. I will wake you when we land”, you smile, motioning Steve to come out of the chair. “Okay, okay, I get it. The old man needs to sleep”, he yawns again, laughing about it. Laying himself on the bed, your scent hits his nostrils instantly. It’s almost as if your lying next to him, within seconds he’s asleep.

For the time being you occupy yourself with reading more files, navigating to Ait Rbaa and listening to your own music. When Steve begins to turn in his sleep, you mute the music and hope he will continue sleeping. For a minute it seems to work, but he soon starts to toss and turn, murmuring in his sleep. When his murmuring turn in to shouts, you go to him trying to calm him. “Steve, sss, it’s okay, you’re here, it’s okay”, you caress his hair, hoping it will help. “sss, Steve, stop, it’s okay”, you look at him, the panic in his voice is visible on his face. How could you help him, get him out of his dream. You try to shake him awake, “Steve, wake up, your dreamING!”, you shout hoping to wake him. “Y/N, NO DON’T”, Steve yells, sitting up, searching for something, for you. Noticing you in front of him, he grabs hold of you, hugging you tight, “You’re here, you’re okay”, he whispers hoarse, his eyes still closed, “You’re here”.

“Steve, I’m here, you’re okay”, you whisper, hugging him back, tightening your grip. Steve cups your cheeks with his hands, resting his forehead on yours, “I dreamed about us, you and I. It was nighttime and we stood on a cliff, one moment you were there, the other gone. I searched for you, I couldn’t find you. It was so dark, so so dark”, he breaths heavy, his eyelids still heavy from sleep. “Steve you need to sleep, I’m here, not going anywhere”, you reassure him, guiding him to lie down.

“I know, I’m not entitled to ask, but..please stay with me”, Steve asks, barely able to look you in the eye, “at least until I’m asleep”, he adds his across his cheeks a pink flush. Eyeing Steve for a moment, trying to figure out if he was messing with you, you decide to shut up your inner voice and give in to your heart. “Scoop over, Rogers, I need some space”, you tease him.

Laying with your back against his chest, he wraps his arms around you. His soft thank you, soon followed by an even breath and light snoring. You smile to yourself, a warm feeling spreading within you. “F.R.I.D.A.Y, wake up, Could you wake us when we arrive in Ait Rbaa or when somethings is happening?”, you ask the AI. “I will, Agent y/l/n”, F.R.I.D.A.Y answers, “Thank you, for that time being please go on autopilot”, you command closing your eyes and try to sleep some more. Subconsciously you curl into him and twist your leg with his own. Letting sleep take you over once more.

“Captain Rogers, Agent y/l/n, we arrive at Ait Rbaa in 20 minutes”, the AI announces waking the both of you. “Thanks”, you reply, rubbing your eyes, trying to stand up. “Just one more minute”, Steve’s sleepy voice asks, “Just one moment staying this way, before we, have to be us again”, he says clearing his throat. “Did you sleep well?”, you ask staring into the distance. “I had a dreamless sleep, thanks to you”, Steve answers, taking your hand, entwining his fingers with yours. “Glad to hear that”, you smile, turning slightly so you can look at him, ignoring the feeling in the pit of your stomach. “I’m going to freshen up”, moving so you can sit up with your back towards Steve, stretching your sore muscles.

Feeling courage taking over him, Steve’s sits behind you, one of his legs on each side of you. Laying a hand on your stomach, while his other keeps entwined with your hand. You feel your heartbeat rising, not knowing if you should give into were you were heading. You lean into his chest, trying to steady your breath. Feeling what this intimate gesture does to you, makes him bolt in his move. Tucking away the lose strains of hair, he kisses the nap of your neck. Feeling you taking in a sharp breath, makes him smile against your exposed flesh. Kissing his way up, towards your cheek, stopping at the corner of your mouth. Feeling him breathing irregular, he brushes his lips against yours, not being able to take the longing you close the distance between the two of you.

Capturing his lips in a kiss, soft, gentle and slow. Moving in sync, slowly, cautiously. Your body overtaken by eccentric panic and rising lust. His hand moving to you jaw, making you turn more towards him, deepening the kiss. Slightly opening your mouth, so he could explore it. Tasting his sweet and earthy taste in your mouth, enjoying every moment of it. His hand traveling from your stomach to your breast, cupping it gentle. His thumb grazing over your nipple, makes you lean in to him. Pressing your ass to his groin. Awakening the lust in both of you. Feeling yourself tremble under his touché, knowing with that you’re in too deep. Too deep, to let this go by and not talk about this if you would continue this. It would make it complicated, before this mission even started. Laying your hand on top of his, stopping him from going any further. You are angry with yourself, knowing what you’re going to do, could set you back in the relationship you’re building. Trying to control the fogginess in your mind, swallowing to ease your dry troath.

Speaking his name, would ruin the moment, but you had to. “Steve..”, your voice barely above a whisper, “We need to….we need to stop”, you say swallowing hard. Snapping both of you out of the trance you’re in. Laying against his chest, you don’t dare to look at him, not wanting to see the emotions on his face. “We need to focus on the mission”, your chest still rising irregular. “I know..”, he sighs, hugging you once more, before removing himself from the position. Giving you a kiss on your forehead, “We need to talk about this, we can’t….”, Steve starts swallowing the rest of his words. His pupils are still dilated, as were yours if you had to guess. Looking eyes for a moment, you nod at the unspoken words. Walking towards the cockpit, trying to clear his mind before landing.

Staring into the distance for a moment, you try to clear your own mind. With this pace things were getting more complicated by the minute. If only you could focus on the mission and not on the longing for his hands to roam over every part of your body. Clearing your throat, hoping to gain your composure with it, failing miserable with it, you ask the AI to scan the area.

After the AI signals the area clear, the quinjet is cleared for landing, using its reflectors for stealth. Once the quinjet is on the ground, you take your bag and head outside. Checking the stealth-modus from the quinjet one last time, you start your 20 minute walk. The walk is quiet, Steve and you exchange looks several times, but no one of you speak about the things happened in the quinjet. Breaking silence when you spot the house in the distance.

Checking your environment, before knocking on the door. Waiting for someone to open the door, you feel relieved when a manly figure is opening the door.

“Hunter, good to see you. Sorry to interrupt your life’s as retired spies”, you smile at the English man, hugging him.

“Good to see you to, smalls”, he smiles back, letting you enter the house. “Bobbi’s in the back?” looking around for the tall blond, not getting a reply from the English man.

“Hunter, I asked…really Hunter!? He’s just another person, come on Hunter, don’t go all Coulson on me!”, you exclaim seeing Hunter stare at Steve, making him feel awkward and somewhat shy. “oh, sosorry Captain, please do come in”, Hunter stammers. “Thank you, and it’s Steve, please call me Steve”, he replies before entering the house.

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