#and the comfy driver's seat in EXACTLY the position i want it in and the shifter knob that perfectly fits in my hand

[h2bakugou]

Can I have bakugo x reader who acts a lot like kenma? You can do gendernetural!

Please hydrate!

a/n: of course!! i do be using the wiki to find out his personality cuz half the time i forget, i haven't seen haikyuu in a minute, i might rewatch the first two seasons-

summary: quiet, composed, analytical. the three words most students in your class use to describe you. despite your reserved nature and awkward aura, bakugou decides to approach you.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

word count: 2.5k

;cut for length;

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It’s a cool autumn day, the cool wind rustling the bright-colored leaves on the trees. With the air getting much colder, it was time to break out your winter costumes when it came to training.

You stood by yourself like usual, listening to instructions. Of course, the exercise today was grouping you in pairs. And despite being possible acquaintances with at least half of your peers, you didn’t really consider them friends.

It wasn’t because you hated them, you were reserved, quiet, and rarely showed any emotions, often having others perceive you as cold and hard to read.

“It’s just a simple team-building skills exercise. You’ll most likely have several occasions in the field where you’re working together with other heroes and agencies, especially on bigger cases. Your pairs have already been chosen for you so when your names are called find your partner.” Aizawa’s look hadn’t changed at all. In fact, you almost wondered if his outfit had changed during the summer or not.

But it seemed like what he wore during the hottest days of June or July was currently fitted on him now. 

Name after name was called, slowly dwindling down the remaining students that could be paired.

“Kirishima, (Y/n).” It wasn’t that much of a surprise to you when you heard your name. Kirishima meandered over to you, shooting you a sharp-teethed smile before glancing back at Kaminari and Sero, who had been paired together.

“Bakugou, Todoroki.” That was a pair you certainly hadn’t expected. Watching as Bakugou’s eye seemed to twitch he teamed up with the half-and-half boy, not very thrilled to do this exercise with him.

The training was fairly simple, you were to rescue a training dummy from a random hazard under thirty minutes.

In your case, your dummy was trapped in a sinking car.

You hadn’t expected to get wet today, and even if your quirk allowed you some help under the water, it was still going to be cold. It didn’t help that Kirishima kept asking you questions.

You were thinking of a strategy as you rushed to the scene. 

“I think the best plan is to try and get the car out of the water.” 

No that is a stupid plan. You can’t lift the car, with water inside of it you’d just sink to the bottom.

You didn’t have a solid plan, but you could finish fairly early if you could break the window and retrieve the dummy.

Using this plan, you’d need Kirishima to harden and break the window.

After reviewing the area where the car had begun to sink, you could feel the cameras on you, your entire class observing you. It was uncomfortable, you frankly wished you’d been paired with someone like Mineta so your fight would hopefully be uninteresting to those who despised the purple-’haired’ boy.

“Harden and break the window when we get to the car. Trying to save the car is just going to slow us down.” You spoke plainly, kicking off your shoes as you stared at the strikingly blue water.

“Break the window, got it!” Kirishima was ready. Jumping into the cold water, you fought the urge to swim back out. Pushing on, you swam to the car, hoping you’d be able to hold your breath long enough to get the dummy out.

Kirishima swam beside you and quickly hardened part of his body, noticing how much harder it was to move underwater.

After a few attempts, the glass hadn’t budged. You needed air. Swimming back up, your heads popped up above the water.

“We need momentum.” Kirishima wasn’t getting anywhere. 

“Use your feet on the window behind the driver's side. I’ll swim through and get the dummy.” You ducked back under, sucking in a breath to keep with you. Kirishima came back down, finding that hardening allowed him to sink faster.

Using your advice, he hardened his feet and lower calves, kicking through the hard glass of the window behind the driver’s side. You kicked out any remaining glass and swam through, quickly navigating for the seatbelt buckle.

It was hard to see, the water made things blurry, but after some searching you found it. 

The dummy was heavy, but with enough force, you were able to pull it out of the seat and bring it into the back seat, handing it off to Kirishima. 

However, as you were preparing to swim through the broken window, your foot got caught in a seatbelt. From the thrashing and moving trying to maneuver the dummy, your legs had gotten tangled.

Yanking your legs did nothing and you were running out of air. Kirishima had taken the dummy back to shore only to realize you hadn’t popped back above water.

Quickly diving back in, he was lucky to find you still moving.

Squeezing through the window, he helped free you from the seatbelts, cutting them free from your legs before helping you back above the water.

Gasping for air, you choked on water that spewed from your mouth and nose, completely unaware of just how long you'd been down there for.

“That was a good plan, next time don’t get stuck!” Kirishima’s cheery voice guided you back to reality as you swam back to shore, resting as soon as your body no longer had to float to hold itself up.

Training was over for you and Kirishima, and you’d passed with three minutes to spare. You were handed a towel and escorted to change out of your wet costume.

However, you had to return after changing into the regular training uniform.

That’s when Bakugou approached you.

“How’d you think of that plan so fast?” Bakugou’s question doesn’t seem like much of a question at all. He’d gone before you so he was done with training as well. You didn’t respond at first, opting to try and seem as invisible as possible, hoping that maybe he was talking to Momo who was within an earshot of your conversation.

“Oi!” 

“It just made sense.” Was all you could conjure up to say, proceeding to move away from Bakugou after answering. However, Bakugou wasn’t pleased with this. He then decided to follow you around like a lost puppy, trying to catch up with you every time you migrated away from him.

“What’s your deal?” Bakugou finally cornered you away from the class, pushing your back against a wall.

“Please stop following me.” You didn’t want to look the blonde in the eyes. Your heart was beating faster than before. This was such a vulnerable position. You couldn’t place your finger on what it was exactly you were feeling, but the thumping of your heart was starting to hurt your head.

“Tch, dumbass.” Bakugou grumbled, his cheeks pink as he walked away, folding his arms over his chest. You didn’t mind standing still for a bit, no one could see you, but you feared you’d get into trouble which would only cause a scene. You slowly added yourself to the back of the class, opting to pay minimal attention to the lesson.

A week later, a similar scenario happened. Bakugou cornered you in the library while you played a hand-held console during lunch. You chose to eat quietly somewhere else and spend the remainder of your time in the library, safe from the noisy cafeteria.

However this time, Bakugou didn’t say anything to you. He took a seat in front of you. He debated on saying a few things to you, but it appeared that as long as he was quiet, you seemed unbothered.

Though you would occasionally catch him staring at you, which caused him to grumble something under his breath.

And then there was the day where he showed up with some sort of snack.

You can’t eat in here.

“I didn’t see you eat lunch. Eat dumbass.” Bakugou passed you the snack bar. You stared at it. 

Is this some sort of peace offering? If so, why in the one place where food isn’t allowed.

You left the snack bar in its spot for the remainder of your time in the library, only reaching for it when it was time to go. Bakugou glared at you as you opened it as soon as you got outside of the library, only to watch you nibble on the bar before throwing it away, conveniently by the sign that says ‘no food or drink in the library.’

This wouldn’t be the last sort of ‘offering’ Bakugou would give to you. You seemed to tolerate him as long as he was quiet, and he was determined to find out why. Which is why he eventually asked to study in your room.

When he walked in, he was surprised to see how different your room looked.

He half expected it to look as normal as possible, similar to Ojiro’s room.

However, your room was decorated to your liking, with a poster or two on the walls, a comfy-looking blanket draped over your bed, a desk, a tv, and other various decorations.

“Why are you so quiet?” Was the first of many questions Bakugou had to ask you during your study session which you had reluctantly said yes to since he’d asked you during breakfast around other students.

It felt weird to be sitting with him privately in your dorm. Your heart was beating fast again and it was weird. You hadn’t been able to get Bakugou out of your head since he had started all these surprise visits.

“Not much to say.” You replied simply, working on your homework swiftly.

“There’s gotta be something you like, you’re not that fuckin’ boring are you?” Bakugou’s words were harsh, but they weren’t meant to be mean.

“I like video games. But you do not.” You lifted your gaze to meet his, his lips parted in awe.

“I do too play fuckin’ games.” Bakugou stood his ground.

“What games do you have?” This was the first question you’d ever asked Bakugou.

“C-cooking Mama.” Bakugou hung his head in defeat.

“They have multiplayer challenges, correct? We could play together after we finish.” You weren’t at all judgmental of his seemingly childish game choice, but it seemed that you had a copy of the game as well.

After work, you sat on your bed alongside Bakugou and the two of you competed against one another in cooking challenges. You won most of them considering you’d completed the game in its entirety and knew the in and out��s of doing the most with your time, how to get perfect dishes, etc.

You decided to let Bakugou win a few times, but it was almost as if he could tell you were letting him win. 

Throwing down his console softly onto your bed, he forced your back against the mattress as he hovered over you.

“Stop going easy on me!’ Bakugou semi-shouted. You stared up at him with a seemingly blank expression, but the heat that burned your face was clear to you. 

Bakugou’s warm features, albeit a bit brash and rough, were gorgeous to look at. His tough crimson eyes and his explosive blonde locks, you were almost sure this feeling you were having was one of affection, not that you knew anything about it though.

Let alone how to act on those feelings. And you had observed that Bakugou struggled to be upfront with his feelings too.

Staring down at you was mind-blowing to Bakugou. He could see your face so clearly, your eyes were wide and full of some sort of emotion even though you acted as if you were simply just observing what was happening.

His eyes couldn’t stand to stare at just your eyes though. They travelled all over your face, finding little details to look at before they found your lips.

An unknown force pulled him closer to you, his lips landing on yours. Moving against them softly, he kissed you. Your eyes widened ever so slightly as you felt his lips on yours.

You couldn’t move. It was electrifying. Yet you were slightly confused.

You didn’t know how to move your lips against his, though you gave it your best effort, now you felt embarrassed as he pulled away staring at you.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve asked if you-”

“I don’t know how to kiss.” You cut him off, explaining that it wasn’t that you didn’t want to kiss him, but because you didn’t know how too.

Bakugou’s eyes widened as he stared at you. Almost as if he found your statement horrifying. But he began to grin, trying not to laugh.

“If you’re going to laugh about it you can leave.” You knew you shouldn’t have said anything. Bakugou’s serious expression returned.

“Just follow my lead, it’s not rocket science.” Bakugou grumbled, leaning back down to kiss you. You did as he said, closing your eyes, trying to follow what his lips were doing.

You began to move your lips against his, trying to mimic what he was doing, until he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip which drew an embarrassing mewl from you. Pulling away, Bakugou couldn’t help but chuckle at you.

“You- what was...” You were in the middle of catching your breath and trying to ask what he had just done.

“Let’s continue our lesson.”

After half an hour of more kissing, you were completely exhausted. You’d tried to keep up with Bakugou, but every time he felt that you were getting cocky he’d pull some trick, like licking your lower lip. He also ran his hands into yours and raised them above your head, all while his lips attacked yours.

You were in some sort of haze after, completely astonished from it. But one thing was on your mind.

“Are you my boyfriend now?” You asked quietly. Bakugou’s face began to turn red.

“Yeah sure.” Bakugou stared at you for a few seconds as you packed up your things.

You were hard to describe. His peers had labeled you as quiet, composed, and analytical, and while those were true, you were also clearly intelligent along with cute.

Watching you get flustered was adorable, and he couldn’t place a finger on why. Perhaps it was just your innocence or being confused on how to kiss someone, but regardless of the fact, you were dating now.

Keeping it under wraps was easy. Bakugou spent more time with you alone, away from everyone where he learned more about you.

“I have a hard time making friends.” You expressed in his arms. Explaining to Bakugou about why you were quiet, or always by yourself, he began to learn more about you just by listening to you.

But no matter how strange you seemed to make yourself sound, he couldn’t think that it was quite the opposite.

You said you were awkward and dull? You weren’t. You were pleasant to be around, always calming Bakugou down. And you were so nice to look at you, Bakugou honestly thought you were some sort of beautiful angel.

Pulling you in for one more kiss, Bakugou held you in his arms, interrupting your story-telling. You kissed back almost instantly, now educated in the art of kissing someone back.

Pulling away, Bakugou gave you a small smile to continue. You nuzzled into him, resting your head on his chest as you continued to talk about little things.

You’d found someone who understood you, even if you had to explain it to him along the way. You’d also found someone to play cooking mama with.

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[timextoxhajima]

Not For Sale: Week 1

NOT FOR SALE CHAPTER NAVIGATION

Member: Heeseung + Jay [and other members]

Pairings: [fem] uni exchange student! reader x uni student! HS x uni student! Jay

Genres: Fluff | Slice of Life | Comedy | Angst | Teenage Romance | Thriller

Warnings: some swearing

Word Count: 4.7k + 3 SM Screenshots

Synopsis/Quote: In which your oblivious ass cannot tell that a popular boy in your class has a big, fat crush on you | “It seems like the one who was ruined was me.”

Taglist: @hyunjaethereal @haechanhues @sunqnyu​ @bloom-bloom-pow [drop me a dm/ask/comment to be added!]

OC is jamming to: ​Save Room For Us - Tinashe

“Ah-” A gentle hiss seethes through your teeth when the pinch on your cuticle shoots up your finger and into your hand. The extra tiny wound oozes a tinge of redness and you stick it between your lips for good measure. The campus bus jerks over a road bump, and the students in the vehicle struggle to keep their grip on a seat or a handle.

Your thumbs are about to unlock your phone to reply, but the bus jerks to a stop and all the students onboard gasp in shock.

“Ah, shit-” The bus driver groans. “Sorry guys, I gotta get you all off the bus. Seems like a breakdown.”

Sucking in a deep breath, you exhale heavily when the doors hiss open and people take their time disembarking the bus. Your morning could not go any worse when the next bus is full, and the bus after is 10 minutes away - what was the point of having campus buses so far apart?

Being in an unfamiliar environment feels like treading on thin glass - you had no clue where anything was. So, when you reach your class late, you are more than resentful to the heavens for making your first day so hard.

The tiny lecture theatre was filled with about 50 students or so, and all of them had a masking tape with their name written on it stuck to their clothing.

“Oh! You must be y/n,” The professor flips through his clipboard and holds it up, matching the face to your name. “We actually just finished introductions so, maybe you’d like to do the same? Name, original faculty and why you chose to take this module.”

“Oh, okay, um,” Your hands reach up to your bag straps around your shoulders. “Hey guys, I’m y/n, a Bio-Chem Engineering major and I’m actually not from around here, I’m doing an exchange sem and I just thought taking music history would be fun.”

“I see! Where are you originally from, then?”

“Uh...” Your voice trails. “The one on the other side of the country...”

Some students start whispering, and that was exactly the kind of reaction you hated. Your grip around the straps tighten, and you can feel the skin around your knuckles tighten.

“Oh my, then what brings you here? I’m sure they offer music history as well.”

“I got sick of the campus, just wanted to try a new environment.”

Some of the other students actually chuckle, but you’re not sure if they were laughing out of sentimental agreement or that they were backhandedly laughing at you.

“Understandable, I’m sure these kids would love to get out of here when they get the chance to, wouldn’t you all?” The professor grins at the class then looks at you, leaving you awkward in your position - but this is nothing new. “Alright now, why don’t you go get a seat right by... Heeseung over on the right bar?”

Your eyes travel to where the professor’s pointing, and you can barely see the hidden ‘HEESEUNG’ scribbled on the piece of masking tape on a boy who looked like he just wanted to go home.

You nod at the professor, turning on your heels to walk up the steps.

“Alright! I want all of you guys to take out your lecture notes - and if you didn’t already get them, go online and access the school portal, it should be in the LECTURE’S file.”

When you get to the row he’s sitting at, the boy’s just staring. He’s not even hiding it. Was he that appalled at your presence?

“Hey, Heeseung, right?” Mustering up the courage to ask him straight, you leave a seat between the two of you as you get comfy in the cold, plastic lecture seat.

The poor boy blinks profusely and his mouth opens in shock when he realises he’s been point-blank staring. “Oh, my- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare-”

A gentle snort runs through your nose when you hear the panic in his voice. “No, it’s okay. It’s normal. I do that sometimes when I’m in a new class, staring at unfamiliar faces too,” You wave it off as you reach down into your bag to pull out your lecture notes and pencil case. “Don’t sweat it, it’s natural to stare at people you haven’t seen before.”

The professor dives right in, and thank God your lecture partner doesn’t seep another word. The day was going as bad as it was - you don’t need to have to entertain someone you barely know, or rather, someone you couldn’t care less about.

He’s got his laptop open and the notes file is open, all right, but his eyes are barely open when you glance over at him. The thought crosses - to wake him up - but the last time you did that, it was a problem on your part, that you cared too much, and you got a classmate in trouble for falling asleep in lecture.

You choose your notes over him, the introductory chapter glaring at you in carbon print. The words were going on and on about Native American and Australian Aboriginal music origins. But then, he starts snoring, just loud enough for you to hear.

Your face is turned to the notes on your lecture table, but through your lashes, you start to notice other students in class fishing out their phones and aiming the camera at your lecture partner.

Ignorance is bliss. Ignorance is bliss. Ignorance is bliss.

Rubbing your fingertip against the pen in your grip, your instincts overtake your logic and you turn, reaching over to Heeseung to poke him with the pen. It takes a few jabs to wake him up, so when he does, he clears his throat and lowers his head as a form of acknowledgement.

His friends who had previously been taking photos of him almost sneer at you when you ruin their chances of an unglam shot of him, and they begin to pocket their phones one by one.

By the time class ends, Heeseung’s basically slept through half the class, and so do most of the people in the theatre, in fact. Maybe if you hadn’t been so conditioned by where you were originally from, you could fall asleep in class too, like a normal person.

But you’re not, and that’s your own problem to solve.

“And if there are no more questions, I think we can wrap up for today. Thank you for coming and I hope to see you next week!”

Shutting your lecture notes, the sound of weights of papers shuffling throughout the lecture theatre wakes him up.

“Oh, shit-” He groans, rubbing his eyes.

“Don’t worry about it. Just go home and read the first chapter of your lecture notes.”

“Oh,” He sounds like he didn’t expect a reaction. “Thanks.”

“Bye.”

Half the class is gone by the time you reach the stage floor, and yet some of Heeseung’s classmates who had previously been trying to get a picture of him still seem somewhat bothered that you ruined their chances.

Honestly, it bugs you more that these were uni kids, who were supposed to be more preoccupied about worrying about their futures and whatnot, but they were busy taking unglams of someone else? Pathetic.

The professor makes sure to bid you goodbye when you leave the lecture hall, but all you can afford is a subtle nod because you can’t really care less. All you want to do is go home now - or rather, that apartment your father’s rented for you just 5 minutes from school.

A first-time feeling

After meeting you, my heart kept feeling strange, strange

I don't mind this feeling

I feel awkward seeing how I changed after meeting you

She’s not eye-catching, nor the prettiest student in the room, no. She looks tired, slightly frustrated, like she’s sick of something, and judging by the way she drags her feet across the floor and has her bag straps tight in both her hands around his shoulders, she somehow manages to look nervous on top of all that.

“Oh! You must be y/n! We actually just finished introductions so, maybe you’d like to do the same? Name, original faculty and why you chose to take this module.”

His eyes drift from her face to the whiteboard behind her, distracted by the notes from the previous class. But then his attention is snatched back to her when she opens her mouth and does exactly what the teacher asks her to.

“Oh, okay, um... Hey guys, I’m y/n, a Bio-Chem Engineering major and I’m originally not from around here, I’m doing an exchange sem and I just thought taking music history would be fun.”

“I see! Where are you from originally, then?”

“Uh... The one on the other side of the country...”

He can hear the whispers upon the realisation. She’s a scholar.

“Oh my, then what brings you here? I’m sure they offer music history as well.”

“I got sick of the campus, just wanted to try a new environment.”

Most of the students actually laugh, and he catches himself entertained as well, before he hurries to purse his lips and looks down into his notebook.

He wonders for a moment how many times she’s done this for her to seem so comfortable with saying so much. New kids either don’t bother too much or they’re too scared to say anything.

“Understandable, I’m sure these kids would love to get out of here when they get the chance to, wouldn’t you all?” And she smiles, obviously too embarrassed to laugh, but her shoulders relax as the teacher points to- “Alright now, why don’t you go get a seat right by... Heeseung over on the right bar?”

He frowns upon the instruction, and he catches multiple classmates shooting him a cheeky smile, struggling not to laugh too loudly. He snarls silently at them as the new girl bows subtly to the teacher.

The thought is natural: will she become a good friend or just another student that passes his life like it’s nothing? Or worse - one of those girls who just won’t leave him alone?

“Alright! I want all of you guys to take out your lecture notes - and if you didn’t already get them, go online and access the school portal, it should be in the LECTURE’S file.”

“Hey, Heeseung, right?”

The row of seats sink a little as she sits with a space between them. He’s jolted out of his mental forum discussion when his name rolls off her tongue. He didn’t even notice he was staring at her until now.

“Oh, my- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare-”

“No, it’s okay. It’s normal. I do that sometimes when I’m in a new class, staring at unfamiliar faces too,” She frowns and waves it off, reaching down into her bag to pull out her already-printed lecture notes and pencil case, which prints ‘fuck you’ in cursive on the cotton. “Don’t sweat it, it’s natural to stare at people you haven’t seen before.”

She’s not even looking at him now but suddenly he wishes he hadn’t played games with Jay the previous night.

Consciousness fails to seep into him fast enough when the professor claps, jolting him out of his sleepiness.

“Oh, shit,” He grumbles under his breath as he sits up, hurriedly trying to fix himself when he notices you packing.

“Don’t worry about it. Just go home and read the first chapter of your lecture notes.”

“Oh,” He fails to contain the slight surprise in his throat when she responds. “Thanks.”

“Bye,” She doesn’t even turn to look at him, simply swinging her back over her shoulder and heading down the steps to the stage floor. He watches her eyes lock with several other classmates - classmates that he didn’t even know all that well but were probably desperate to be someone to him - and he feels sorry for a split second. First day of school and she’s stuck with a bunch of idiots trying to take an embarrassing shot of him just because he’s well-known on campus.

But she proves him wrong and simply turns away, only turning back to the professor when he makes sure to bid her goodbye. Heeseung’s eyes are plastered to the final inch of fabric on her until she completely leaves his sight. He blinks, eyes travelling down to his laptop that’s gone to sleep. 

In the reflection, he sees a hint of admiration in himself, but it’s not for him, it was for her.

Angrily locking your phone, the music is blasting in your ears as you look up from the screen. The lemonade before you was condensing faster than you’d expect - the weather’s much warmer around here than back where you were from.

There’s nothing stopping you from calling the guy, tell him that you really couldn’t give a shit because you were here against your will, but then again... the poor guy was just being instructed by your father. He probably didn’t have a choice either.

Taking out your lecture notes from before, you choose to use the time that he would spend searching for you (because why would you even bother calling him? Your dad’s probably given him your picture or something, knowing that you might take off) studying.

In your peripheral vision, when you’re almost through with the first page of your notes, you notice the same pair of jeans walk back and forth infront of the cafe’s cashier counter, eyes darting from his phone and up.

Immediate regret sets in when he locks eyes with you, and you can only smile (read: grimace) when the realisation clicks and the politeness flashes across his pupils as he approaches you.

“Hi! You must be y/n,” He holds out a hand. “I’m Jay, and I’m your dad’s student in Business Economics.”

“Yeah,” You take it, not bothering to put any force into the handshake. “I know. I was kind of hoping you gave up when I didn’t call.”

The chuckle that runs off his tongue sounded more amused than a forced, polite one, which surprises you. He pulls out the chair opposite you and sits, the gesture motivating you to pull out your earpiece and cap on your highlighter.

“He prepped me for this, your dad,” He leans back in his seat, slightly coy, but careful. “He told me that you were...”

‘Difficult?”

“Complex.”

A dry wring of laughter gets squeezed out from your gut. “Interesting choice of an adjective.”

“Which is what I’m looking at right now, so instead of dragging you around on a campus tour, what do you want to do instead? I stay on campus so I have all the time in the world.”

“Aren’t you afraid I’m gonna go missing and then my dad would find out you didn’t take me on that tour-”

“Campus isn’t really that big,” He raises his brows. “And there are school maps at every lift lobby, which is like, every 100 metres, so frankly, it’s almost impossible to go missing. Besides, you’re the bright one here.”

Leaning back in your seat, you’re intrigued. Not by his offer but by the way he’s broken past your difficult façade.

“Well,” You look down at your notes instinctively. “We could-”

“Oh my God, do not suggest studying. It is the first day of curriculum - nobody studies.”

“Huh, is that a recurring theme? People in my class just now were busy building sandcastles in the air and taking pictures of each other.”

He laughs and leans forward, arms coming to rest on the table. “Normal. Perfectly.”

A slight fear of awkwardness sinks in, but he immediately snips it away and stands, picking up his bag. “Let’s go. I’ll show you around the neighbourhood instead - supper spots, nearby malls, the fun things. If you get bored, you can take revenge by... making me do homework tomorrow.”

“Why would I even be seeing you tomorrow?”

“We have Marketing together,” The cheeky pout shows up on his face and you’re this close to throwing something at him. “So I guess you’re gonna be stuck with me whether you like it or not.”

Witty.

“Lil’ fucker,” You hiss and lock your jaw while rolling your eyes. You slide your notes into your bag and stand, picking up the cup of lemonade. “And you’ll owe me a coffee before Marketing if I get bored later.”

Holding out the cup of lemonade and candidly offering it to him, you raise a brow. “Deal?”

He squints playfully, with his lips tutted seriously. Then he takes the cup and sips noisily, keeping the drink in his mouth as he returns it to you. He gulps and purses his lips, then opens his mouth to say, “Deal.”

The bus stops by a coffee shop, selling mostly local delights and filled with the older generation, and Jay happily hops off the vehicle with you trailing close behind.

“It gets crowded here after midnight when some of us get hungry. It’s within walking distance from campus so it’s a perfect destressing walk, some noodles, then a walk back to walk it off before you head back to the dorms to sleep.”

“People come out after midnight?”

He frowns, head almost snapping as he turns to look at you. “What are you, 6?”

“A scholar,” You cackle over your bold retorts. “I don’t have a habit of sleeping past a certain time.”

“And what time is that?”

“I haven’t been awake past 2.”

“Jeez,” Jay rubs the back of his neck as he walks you through the coffee shop and along the neighbouring market. “That’s literally prime time to be awake.”

“Yeah, well, when you grow up with a father studying for his PhD and subsequently, his Master’s, it’s a little hard to ignore a proper sleep schedule.”

“How’s he at home? You don’t have to tell me though, only if you’re okay with responding-”

“He’s not even at home. He stays in an apartment downtown in this city, but I live with my mom on the other side of the country near where I actually study.”

“Oh,” The glimmer in his eyes as it reflects the sunlight from outside seeps a mixture of empathy and realisation. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to probe.”

Shaking your head, you look up and watch him slow down near a bubble tea store. “It’s fine. I don’t really care anyway.”

He stops a few metres from the counter, mouth already open to respond, but the lady obviously recognises him and beams brightly. 

“Jay! The usual?”

“Yeah, one of that and-” He turns to you. “Do you want anything? Even if it’s not on the menu, she probably can cough it up.”

“And who is that new face?” The lady comfortably starts making his drink, eyes flitting between her hands and you. “Friend or girlfriend?”

You raise both your brows as Jay panics and waves his hands in the air. The sight tickles you, and for once, it feels nice to know that nobody cares that you’re a scholar student or that your dad works in the university five minutes from here. 

“No, I’m an exchange student for the sem and Jay’s just showing me around,” Taking a few steps up to the counter, your eyes graze the surface of the menu. “Can I get a regular milk tea?”

“Of course. Want any more toppings? It’ll be on the house.”

“Oh, no, I couldn’t.”

“Yeah, no, it’s fine, I’ll pay for both our-”

“Shush, it’s on the house!” The lady places Jay’s order on the counter and starts on yours. 

“Thank you, auntie,” Jay nods his head and takes two straws before handing you one of them. 

“No issue. Jay comes by at least once a week and sometimes brings his friends along. Really nice bunch of boys.”

“Oh, you should see them back in the dorms,” He scoffs, watching the lady place your order on the counter. 

“Have you met them?” She turns to you, eyes wide with curiosity. 

“Probably not,” He shakes his head. “No reason to. Besides, wouldn’t want her hanging around a bunch of idiots.”

“He says he doesn’t want you hanging around idiots but he probably just wants more time with the girl to himself, yeah?”

“Auntie!”

“Off you go! Help me say hi to your friends and tell them I’ll give them a free upsize if they come with a bulk order!”

Heeseung wouldn’t consider himself great at sports, much less basketball, since he’s struggling to shift around Jake and find some way to make that two-pointer. But he makes the shot, and Jake huffs, resting his hands on his hips with his chin tilted to the sky.

“Too long off-court?” The elder teases.

“I’m just... rusty, that’s all.”

The sweat dribbles off his chin as he sits, leaving Heeseung to shoot some hoops on his own. The court was surprisingly empty - then again, most students would probably be out partying on the first week of school. Curriculum’s barely started and so most freshmen wouldn’t even care to sleep on the first week of school.

So when the sounds of dribbling echoes up between the dorm buildings, Heeseung finds some peace and quiet within to recount the day. 

Somehow, somewhere in the universe, there’s an alien refusing to remove the thought of her out of his head. Average, definitely alot smarter than he is, considering where she’s from, but so... enigmatic. So... little fucks given. 

It strikes him that he’s already thinking about her like she’s some onion to peel and un-layer and maybe he’ll find something he would want for the rest of his life at the core of his heart - but it fades out of his consciousness when he makes a perfect lay-up.

“Oh, Jay!” 

Heeseung catches the ball after a single bounce, the evening sun resting on his hair as he turns to see Jay holding a cup of half empty bubble tea.

“Hey, why’d you go without us?” Jake whines, reaching out for Jay’s beverage. 

“I had a job to do, and I did it, and I may or may not have thoroughly enjoyed it,” Jay hands the drink to Jake, who noisily tries to suck up the pearls, and sits down next to him, facing the court.

“That’s... a very strange thing to say. Ew- This is warm-”

Heeseung laughs, dribbling the ball between his legs as he walks over to the duo. “Yeah, I left him a few texts and he didn’t even bother looking at them. What was it that was so important you couldn’t even use your phone?”

“I was on a mission,” He lifts a finger. “But it ended up being nothing more than a hangout sesh with a new friend.”

“New friend?” Jake’s eyes light up with mischief. “Oh, my God, it’s a girl!”

“No, no, shut up,” Jay nudges Jake, already snickering gleefully. “I’m trying my best not to get attached ‘cause she’s an exchange student.”

“Aw, no... Why’d you pick an exchange student to crush on?” 

Heeseung finds balance as he sits on the ball, watching Jay fleet in and out of his daydream, like he’s already fallen in love. 

“Yeah, of all types of girls to pick... you pick an exchange student?”

“In my defense, I wasn’t picking, I was told to give her a tour. Her dad teaches here and he was my Business Econs prof last sem, so it was a favour returned.”

“Prof l/n?!” Jake nearly squeaks. “You went for prof l/n’s daughter?!”

“Shut up, I didn’t go for his daughter!” 

Heeseung purses his lips in attempt to seal away the laughter stuck in his chest. The smile might’ve been plastered to his face, to watch Jake and Jay squabble over the possibility of Jay getting his heart broken over a foolish choice of a person. 

But then again, it wouldn’t be all that funny if he made the same mistake, would it?

It feels weird to walk into a business-related class and not hear your father, nor have him anywhere near the vicinity. Calm washes over you, almost immediately, when you can count the number of heads in the room with just one hand. 

Good. That means you’re still early and you have some peace and quiet before-

“Is that who I think it is?” 

Turning around, you already know who it is, and before you know it, you notice the two cups in his hands. 

“You look disappointed,” His eyes half into crescents as he holds one of them out. “Did you forget we’re in the same Marketing class? I told you yesterday.”

“I know. I remember,” Your eyes travel down to the coffee warily, but you take it anyway. “You just kinda ruined my shot at some peace and quiet before class, that’s all.”

He hisses through his teeth, wincing playfully. “Ooh, that was harsh, even by your standards, no?” 

He sits the both of you at the project table near the back of class - the last table that was unoccupied by anybody else - and he takes out his laptop. “Tell me if the coffee’s to your taste.”

“Why, did you put eggs in it or something?” Raising a suspicious brow, you eye him as you sip your coffee. The cheeky grin on his face is magnetically charming as he types in his password. Then, he looks at you, resting his chin on the back of his overlapped hands. 

“Or rat poison.”

“Mm,” The coffee tastes perfectly fine, but there’s a soft crunch to it, like almond bits. “Then my dad will never forgive himself.”

Jay chuckles, leaning back in his seat as his laptop starts up. “Are the almonds alright?”

“Perfectly fine. Thanks for the coffee,” You take another sip and crunch on the almond bits. “I actually wasn’t that bored yesterday, so thanks for taking the time out to... adhere to my complexity.”

“You’re not that complex. You just hate your dad and the fact that you had to travel across the country for your exchange sem instead of going online.”

“Wouldn’t you? It’s a no brainer.”

Jay’s eyes turn empathetic and soft, and you already know he’s about to defend your father. 

“Nevermind, don’t bother. I know you’re gonna say my dad just wants to be able to see me and that he just did it with a shitty excuse.”

“Oh! Hey-” Jay’s eyes widen and he juts his bottom lip out. “That’s what you said. None of that came out of me and I definitely don’t want to be on prof l/n’s blacklist.”

“Even if you are, I’ll make sure you won’t get into any trouble,” You bump your coffee with his and subtly raise it into the air. “So, you have one sem to do whatever you want and you may not get into trouble.”

Jay runs his hand through his hair and clicks on his laptop notepad. “As intriguing as that sounds... I think I’d rather spend my sem getting to know someone better than getting into trouble.”

[writerpeach]

Expensive

Twice Mina x Male Reader

4179 words

Categories: smut, oral, anal, richgirl!mina

I wrote this in two sittings and spent zero time editing this.

“You'll do nicely."

"Excuse me?"

"I said you'll do nicely. Don't make me repeat myself again."

The words came abruptly from a stunning blonde woman approaching you, wine glass in hand and a blank expression on her soft features. She had on an elegant blue dress with a slit on one side that showed off her long legs. Each step she took her high heels echoed as she stepped closer on the hard wooden floor.

"I'm afraid I don't follow Miss-"

"Myoui. Myoui Mina, but you may refer to me as Mina."

She finished her glass of wine before she placed it on a nearby waiter’s tray before continuing her explanation. The place was packed enough that you felt the need to escape to a nearby corner. Mina seemed to have the same idea.

"Okay, Mina. What can I help you with exactly?"

"I'm looking for companionship."

You furrowed an eyebrow at her words. You had come along to this gathering as a favor to one of your friends who had spent months preparing it, only to not have seen them in the last hour.

"Certainly there's someone better to pick than me?"

Mina huffed.

"There's not, look around. Nothing but boring rich men that can't keep their eyes off me. I'd rather die than spend another minute with any of them and having to hear about their yachts."

"Well, I certainly don't have a yacht to bore you, with Miss Mina."

Mina smiled for the first time of the night since she approached you, giving off a hint of her gummy smile.

"Perfect. Then it's settled. You'll come home with me."

Bluntness was her game here. The more Mina spoke the more intimated you felt.

"I'm sorry? I barely know you, Mina."

"What's to know? I'm lonely, I'm rich, and I think you're attractive. Do you really need anything else?"

Mina didn’t seem like she was used to rejection given what little information you had been given about her.

"No, I guess not."

"Good, then come with me."

It hadn’t been much longer than ten minutes before she had abruptly introduced herself, and yet you found it hard to resist such an offer.

"My driver will be here in ten minutes. Follow me,” she said before you could even answer her, and at this point there was nothing that could compel you to deny the companionship of such a perfect woman.

Mina led you into a more quiet room away from the hustle of the crowd, positioning herself in between two white curtains.

“I don’t like to know anything about the men I’m about to sleep with, but you may ask me three things. No less, no more.”

Mina talking so casually about what was about to happen didn’t match her innocence face, but her confidence was still incredibly appealing. 

“How old are you?”

Mina frowned. “You know better than to ask a woman her age, don’t you?”

You gritted your teeth and cursed yourself for being so dumb. Talking to women wasn’t your strong suit.

“Why are you looking for a companion? A woman like you should be able to get any partner she pleases.”

“I’m not looking for a partner. I’m looking for someone to have fun with. Now that’s one. You have two left.”

“Where are you from?”

Mina hesitated before answering, her flashing an expression of disappointment.

“This isn’t a job interview, make your questions count. I’m from America, but I’m Japanese.”

If Mina wanted a little spice well you were going to be sure to give her some as you knew exactly what to ask her.

“What’s your favorite position in bed?”

Mina smiled again and answered right away. “Doggystyle. I love being on my hands and knees bent over so a man can admire my ass while he’s fucking me,” she said as she grabbed the bottom of your tie and played with it before using it to pull you closer.

You felt her hot breath blowing in your ear before her voice turned into a whisper.

“One minute until my driver gets here. Touch me,” Mina said seductively as she looked into your eyes and you didn’t need to be told twice.

Your hands wrapped around her slender waist as she wrapped an arm around your neck and kissed you. She grabbed your wrist and placed your hand on her bare leg, leading you deeper into the slit of her dress as your lips found the crook of her neck and kissed it in several spots.

You savored Mina’s taste on your lips as your hand slipped further into the slit on her dress, stopping just before you reached her thigh which she didn’t approve of, giving a glaring look that urged you to continue. Your hand traveled towards her crotch, waiting to find the barrier of underwear but never finding any as you felt the soft flesh of her bare pussy, not feeling a single hair.

“Surprised? I never wear underwear, it just gets in the way,” Mina smirked. “Come on, he’s here.”

You followed Mina out of the venue and into an awaiting black sports car, heading into its comfy back seat as you closed the door behind you.

"Where to, Miss Myoui?"

"Take us home. Step on it."

"Right away. I see you've found a new plaything."

"Hey, don't scare him off."

The car sped off as Mina kept her gaze focused on you, her hand caressing your thigh.

"We're going to have a lot of fun tonight."

"Mina, this dress looks so good on you."

"It's going to look even better on the floor. Now no more talking," Mina said and you unexpectedly felt her small hand cupping your crotch as you sat in silence.

"You feel big. Can't wait to feel this inside me."

Mina left the car and led you towards her rather large house, multiple cars out from and a gated entrance surrounded by a beautiful garden.

As soon as you entered Mina pulled you against her small frame against your body, pinning you against the entrance door as her soft sultry lips crashed against your own.

"Bedroom. Now," Mina demanded as she broke the kiss and kicked her heels off, her wide hips swaying as she led the way to the bedroom.

"Undress me."

You ran a hand up Mina's back before finding the zipper of her expensive dress, dragging it down as far as it would go.

Mina did the rest, letting the blue dress fall from her shoulders and fall down onto the ground as it crumpled into a heap. She was right, it did look better on the floor.

You didn’t know much about Mina in the short time you had met her. She was beautiful and elegant and very well off but seeing her this way without a single layer of clothing, completely nude took your breath away.

Mina looked so damn good naked. She gave off a shy smile as your eyes roamed every inch of her, focusing first at her beautiful legs that went on for days and thick creamy thighs. She didn’t even know her name, and yet you wanted her so bad as you saw her incredibly toned abs and immaculate tits. Mina’s perky breasts weren’t huge, but they weren’t small either, they looked like they fit into your hands perfectly.

“Enough staring, strip and get up here. A woman should always be pleasured first, ” Mina said as she climbed the bed, keeping her stoic gaze on you and couldn’t agree anymore. You quickly matched Mina’s state of undress as you removed your clothes, leaving a pile in the middle of the floor as you joined her on the bed.

“You listen well. I might have to keep you around,” Mina said as her lips curled into a smirk again. Her legs spread wide open, giving you the perfect view of her beautiful pussy that was ready to be feasted on.

“Eat me.”

You licked your lips as you laid down flat on your stomach, keeping Mina’s legs spread wide open for you. Before diving in you kissed both of her thighs repeatedly, bringing your face to her center as you licked up and down her slit slowly, earning a moan.

The sweet taste of Mina’s pussy was the best thing that had entered your mouth that night as you licked through her folds, running your tongue aimlessly before teasing and sucking on her swollen clit.

“F-fuck, that’s good. Show me what you can do with that tongue.”

Mina’s moans were music to your ears as you ate her pussy out, licking her pussy with purpose as her thighs closed around your face. The taste that entered your tastebuds was unforgettable as you leaked every drop of honey that dripped out of her leaking pussy, savoring her escaping juices that entered your lips.

“That feels so fucking good,” Mina moaned as her thighs squeezed your head tighter, and she ran her fingers through your hair, trying to force your tongue deeper inside her sensitive delicious pussy. You fucked her hole with your tongue, trying to capture as much of her essence in between your lips as her loud moans filled the room.

“Keep going…” Mina said as you kept your lips sealed around her clit, slurping hungrily as you brought two fingers inside her pussy, feeling her tight walls clenching as you curled them and found her spot with ease.

“Oh..oh f-fuck, I’m close, don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Mina was so delicious that nothing could keep you from eating her pussy, lapping up all her juices as your fingers became drenched in slick. You felt fingers digging into your skull as you did your best to keep your lips tight, barely able to breathe.

“I’m gonna fucking cum on your face, oh f-fuck!”

You kept the pressure on her clit, fingers moving in and out of her tight cunt as they clenched tightly, signaling her impending release. You kept constant eye contact as Mina’s toes curled and her thighs trembled violently around your head, holding you in place as her orgasm took control of her body and she made a mess on your face and screamed out in pleasure.

Mina came so hard the bed shook as you felt your face covered in her nectar, and tried to help her ride out her orgasm as best as she came down from her high, releasing her warm thighs around your face as you slowly pumped in and out of her pussy, cleaning your messy fingers off in front of her.

“Y-you’re good at that,” Mina weakly said, catching her breath.

“Let me return the favor,” Mina said as she got into position, kneeling on the mattress as she pulled her hair into a messy ponytail.

“Stand up and let me suck your cock.”

Whenever Mina gave an order you obeyed it, carefully rising to your feet as Mina eagerly awaited. She ran her tongue over her lips as she looked at your shaft, now hard as a rock and eye level as she gripped it tightly and stroked it, sending the first shocks of pleasure through your body.

“This will do.”

Mina didn’t waste time as she licked every inch of your shaft, keeping her eyes on you as her tongue swirled around your swollen head, collecting everything your leaking slit dripped out. Mina hummed as she rubbed your cock on her cheek, slapping her face with it several times and letting out the biggest grin.

“Are you ready to have the best blowjob of your life?” Mina asked confidently. You didn’t have a chance to answer as Mina’s lips parted, and you felt a sudden rush of wetness and warmth as you entered her mouth.

“Oh fuck…” you moaned out loud and sunk your toes into the mattress at the sharp pleasure, letting out a deep breath.

Mina wasted no time getting to work, wrapping her full red lips around your cock as she bobbed her head up and down, sinking her lips deeper as she took all of you with ease, using her tongue to pleasure the underside of your throbbing shaft.

“Oh my god, Mina…”

Mina kept her soft delicious lips sealed around your shaft as you rested a hand on the back of her head, guiding her movements as she fondled your heavy balls.

“Does that feel good?” Mina asked in that sexy soft voice of hers, running her lips down each side of your hard cock before resuming her blowjob, moaning around your shaft.

“It does, fuck it feels amazing.”

Mina upped her pace in response, looking up as she sucked you off and loving your cock in her mouth as much as you did.

Mina looked like a goddess on a normal occasion, and here she was on her knees, pleasuring you as best as she could and she couldn’t have looked any more beautiful.

“Fuck my face.”

The three words surprised you coming out of Mina’s mouth, such vulgarity coming out of what you perceived as a proper woman was such a striking contrast.

“I really hate repeating myself,” Mina said as your cock slipped from her lips and jerked it off furiously, staring into your soul with her deadly gaze.

Whatever Mina wanted Mina seemed to always get.

You took control of your cock as Mina opened her mouth wide, waiting to accept your gift into between her warm lips, the red color on them almost devilish.

Not wanting to keep Mina waiting you took your cock and pushed it into her wet warm mouth, feeling the tight grip of her lips as they instinctively wrapped around it and thrusted gently, hitting the back of her throat with your initial thrusts.

You waited for gagging sounds that never came, and once you realized that Mina was not struggling one bit you grabbed onto both sides and vigorously began to fuck her pretty mouth as she held onto your thighs, sharply digging her nails into your skin.

Mina looked up the entire time as you used her mouth for your pleasure, feeling her throat tightening as you thrusted carelessly. It only took a matter of seconds until Mina’s round pretty eyes filled with tears as you were mercilessly fucking her mouth, moaning every time your cock struck the back of her warm throat.

Your thoughts filled only with lust as you fucked Mina’s warm mouth, thrusting harshly in a rhythm that only made her muffled moans louder as drool spilled everywhere. You kept this up again and again, holding onto the back of Mina’s head and forcing her as deep against your base for several moments before releasing her.

Mina smiled proudly and gasped for air, spitting her saliva all over your shaft and balls before changing her attitude.

“That’s enough. Fuck me. Now,” Mina said as she laid back down on the bed, spreading her legs wide as she rubbed her pink pussy in anticipation. Positioning yourself in between you took just a moment to rub your shaft through her wet folds, gathering her slick before nudging at her entrance.

“Don’t keep me waiting. Fuck me.”

“Needy are we, Miss Myoui?”

Mina glared back at you and shot an intimidating gaze that sent a shiver up your spine.

"Don't use my family name in the bedroom."

It was a mistake you wouldn’t make twice.

With one slick move your shaft entered the warmth of Mina’s pussy, her tight walls clenching to welcome you in as you both gasped at the initial penetration. Mina was dripping wet as you slowly slid in and out of her hole, her juices making every movement as easy as possible.

“God, you’re so tight...”

“And you feel so big inside me. Shut up and fuck me.”

You used your hips and watched your shaft disappearing in and out of her pussy, hearing Mina’s lustful moans filling the room as her head tilted back in pleasure. Her tight cunt squeezed your cock as you thrusted in and out of her body, filling her up to the hilt.

“Fuck me harder.”

Mina always knew what she wanted and you were going to give her everything she desired. Your pace quickened right away as you pumped your throbbing shaft deep inside Mina, causing her breasts to bounce with every rock of your hips.

“Harder. Pound me.”

Grabbing onto Mina’s slim waist you obliged her right away, driving your cock with such force that the bed began to slam against the wall. Mina’s eyes were full of lust as you gave deep pistoning thrusts into her tightness, feeling every single inch of her warm wet pussy.

“Fuck me just like this. Fuck me until I cum again!”

You didn’t let up, increasing the pace even more as you slammed your cock inside Mina’s cunt with every inch of your throbbing shaft. It felt incredible how tight she was, and fucking her at this relentless pace that she demanded.

Mina felt so good around your cock, so wet and tight around your cock as you pounded her into the mattress, watching her half-lidded eyes and her opened mouth filled with pleasure as you gave into her.

“That’s it. I’m fucking close. I’m gonna cum!”

With every thrust Mina felt even wetter, drowning your cock in her juices as you pounded her, moaning and gasping with every harsh movement.

Your initial meeting with her was a prim and proper girl who screamed elegance, and here she was a lust filled mess in between the sheets, about to make a mess on them.

Mina’s tight pussy pulsated around your shaft as you plunged deep inside her, her long legs wrapped around your waist as she chased her orgasm. Her loud sounds of bliss echoed as you fucked her, and soon after Mina came beautifully all over your cock, toes curling as her back arched high and screamed in pleasure.

You fucked her through every last strong second of pleasure, and her limbs uncoiled as she came down a gasping mess, messy juices leaking down her thighs and spilling onto the bed sheets.

“N-not bad,” Mina said as she tried catching her breath, a sly smirk forming over lips.

“You made me cum twice, so it’s only fair that you get to cum now,” Mina said as her stamina began to recover, running a hand through her soft golden locks.

“I want you to cum inside me,” Mina said casually as pushed herself off your cock, repositioning herself on her stomach as she got into her favorite way to be taken, hands and knees on the mattress. You took your first glimpse at her raised plump round ass, perfectly looking soft cheeks that looked very appetizing.

“But not in my pussy,” Mina said as she shook her round ass, giving each of her cheeks a firm slap.

“There’s lube in the drawer. I assume you know what to do with it.”

Bottle in hand you lined up behind Mina’s beautiful big ass, squeezing her warm buttcheeks and kneading them, digging your fingers into her soft flesh as much as possible.

You quickly realized the bottle of lube she kept had been almost depleted.

“Seems like you’re almost out,” you teased as you shook the bottle several times, watching the clear liquid flowing around inside.

“You caught me. Can you blame a girl for loving anal?”

“Not at all. Especially when you have an ass this perfect,” you said, giving both of her cheeks a quick slap as her flesh rippled. You couldn’t help yourself as you rubbed your face all over Mina’s delicious ass, teasing the rim of her puckered hole with the very tip of your tongue.

“Mmm, fuck,” Mina moaned in satisfaction as you spread her cheeks wide, letting you know she enjoyed having her ass eaten. You licked her hole repeatedly, swirling around it before finding your face being pushed away, a frown on your face forming in response.

“I love that tongue, but I’d rather have your cock inside my ass.”

You were disappointed, but what Mina wanted Mina got as you lubed up your cock up and her puckered hole in preparation, the mutual anticipation at an all time high.

Placing a hand on one of Mina’s wide hips you lined up your lubed shaft with her asshole as she arched her back and looked back impatiently, a sultry look on her eyes.

You knew better than to keep her waiting, slowly pushing your cock into her tight rim and feeling how incredibly tight her ass was as your tip disappeared inside. Mina gasped loudly as her muscles relaxed, allowing you to fill more of her ass.

“Deeper. Fill me with every inch, I can take all of you inside my ass,” Mina demanded, needing no adjustment whatsoever. Her pussy was incredibly tight, but her ass was on a whole different level, hugging your cock firmly. The initial resistance faded, and with the combination of your saliva and lube you were able to penetrate Mina’s ass to the hilt.

“F-fuck, I love that feeling so much. I love feeling so full. Fuck me in the ass.”

Mina’s vulgar words once again contrasted with her elegance and beauty. You felt extreme tightness and heat around your cock as you started moving, thrusting in and out of Mina’s ass at a gentle pace.

“You can do better than that.”

Mina was never easily satisfied it seemed. Grabbing onto her full wide hips you squeezed her flesh tightly as you fucked her ass without any kind of buildup, pumping in and out and stretching out her tight little hole.

“That feels so good...that cock feels so good inside my ass, don’t stop fucking me.”

Soon your thrusts were at the same relentless pace, slamming your cock deep inside Mina’s tight asshole so harshly that her ass jiggled with every deep thrust, your balls slapping against her wet pussy that Mina couldn’t help but give out loud needy moans.

“Oh my god, Mina, your ass feels so good,” you moaned as you felt so much tightness squeezing your shaft. Mina gasped and moaned desperately as her fingers dug into her expensive silk sheets, trying to find an outlet for the intense pleasure you were giving both of your bodies.

“Fuck, you’re so deep. I can’t wait for you to empty your balls inside my ass.”

You never wanted your cock to leave the comfort of Mina’s incredibly tight asshole, fucking into her ass with as much effort as you possibly could, hearing the combined moans filling the room.

The tightness gripping your cock was like nothing you had ever felt before, feeding your animalistic urges as you pounded Mina’s ass as hard as you could as your bodies became covered in sweat, the harsh sounds of flesh on flesh encouraging your merciless pace.

“You like that tight pretty ass being fucked Mina?” you hissed as you pounded her hole with every amount of remaining energy you had, wanting to do nothing but make a mess inside her.

“Y-yes, fuck yes! Keeping fucking me, and don’t stop until you cum!”

You wanted nothing more. You squeezed Mina’s hips hard enough to leave bruises, pistoning your hips uncontrollably as you gave her tight ass the deepest and hardest thrusts, opening her up as much as you could as a tightness formed in your abdomen.

“F-fuck, Mina, i’m gonna cum soon.”

“Do it! Cum inside me, fill my ass with cum!”

You wish you could have stayed in this position for eternity. Mina’s bent over body covered in sweat, her tight perfect ass being pounded into by your shaft was something you never wanted to stop, but it grew to be too much. Each thrust into her asshole grew that tightness in your core even more, and you couldn’t last much longer, you’re not sure if anyone could.

It took only a handful more of thrusts until you were at your limits, burying your cock deep inside Mina’s tight asshole as far as it would go. You moaned her name loudly as you violently throbbed in her ass, sending thick spurts of cum deep into her body. You kept thrusting inside her ass as much as you could, emptying your balls as her hole milked every drop out of you.

You rested inside her as you recovered from one of the best orgasms you’d ever had, running your hands all over Mina’s body as you kissed her shoulders. Slowly pulling out of Mina you exited her body as thick semen slowly dripped out of her freshly fucked gaped asshole, dripping down her thighs and staining her sheets.

With nothing left you crashed next to Mina, trying to catch your breath as she pressed her naked sweaty body against yours.

“Mina, that was amazing…” you said, finding your stamina completely gone as you sank into the mattress.

“You weren’t bad either. Like I said, you would do nicely,” Mina said, flashing one more gummy smile.

“Rest up. You’re going to have a long weekend ahead of you.”

[hotdamnhunnam]

I Cum in Peace

A/N: Here’s the second of 12 filthy imagines to be written for my 500 Followers Kinkfest Celebration!! Based on the below request for cum play with Mr. Ray Smith 🤤 (Note: I feel like the kink level of this is actually similar to my usual fics, so I’ve tagged my general tag list! Hope you’ll enjoy it!)

Pairing: Raymond Smith x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, dom!Ray, cum play (filling up reader’s cunt then all over her face) Request: Kinkfest request from anon

Word Count: ~2.7k

So you just saw your man getting mad with a whole crew of troublesome lads. You’re not usually with Ray when he goes about gangster business; he never wants you to have any involvement in it. But today’s little incident... you were quite glad, to have been watching him from the car while he did this. His dominance over those impudent cunts was a wonder to witness. In less than a minute, Ray made them his bitches. Your man went ahead and did that.

“I come in peace,” he’d said, at first. But the idiots wouldn’t abide by his orders. That left Ray with no choice: so he raised his voice, suddenly reaching for one of his biggest toys. Fired his gun in the air till they scurried away like scared, lost little boys.

As he calmly slides into the driver’s seat, leaving the scene at a gentleman’s speed, you look over at him and can feel your cunt throbbing with heat. Get the urge to just bury your head in his lap and start sucking his cock. But he’s not one for road head—Y/N, I will not have that lovely mouth held to account for a damn traffic accident—so you decide against pushing your luck. 

Still, you cannot help but gush about how fucking hot that was. “Ray, that was just... oh my Goddd, honestly hot as fuck.”

Raymond pushes his specs up the bridge of his nose, keeps his eyes on the road. “Was just doing my job, love. Just doing my job.”

“But I mean, did you see just how savagely you fucked them up?” you go on, not even close to being done. “Without even touching them once? You just whip out your gun, and they all fucking run. What a sad bunch of cunts.”

“Cunts indeed,” he agrees, car still cruising along at this slow-as-fuck speed, while you squirm in your seat. Pussy aching with need.

“And that whole ta ta ta thing...” you sigh, recalling how your man had dismissed the last lad, with a click of his teeth and a flick of his hand. So damn hot you could die. “Ray, you’re a motherfucking king.”

He’s driving so slowly it feels like you’re crawling. “You quite finished singing my praises now, darling?”

You laugh as he once again pushes his glasses up. “What, so you want me to stop? I’m just proud of how masterfully you do your job.”

“Get a hold of yourself, love.”

“No, I think you should get a hold of me, Mr. I Come in Peace,” you tease, scooting toward him as your juices slick up the seat. “Ray, please—as soon as we get home... fucking need you to cum... inside me and all over me.”

Thankfully, for the sake of your dripping wet pussy... those words finally get Ray to pick up the speed. Steady as he may be, the king also has hungers to feed. You notice as his knuckles whiten, his grip on the steering wheel tightens. He’s biting his lip, burning with the desires he’s fighting. Lust threatens to rustle his calm, bringing sweat to his palms, and he despises being compromised like this when he’s in the driver’s seat.

Now that Raymond is fully aroused, careening at full speed toward his house, your flirtations get braver and bolder. “What’s the matter—distracted now, soldier? You know we can always pull over...” you murmur, caressing his jacket-clad shoulder.

“You keep your mouth shut, you insufferable slut,” Raymond mutters. “Stay quiet the whole fucking ride home. Touch me again while I’m driving, and I’ll spend the rest of the night denying you the right to get fucked and get soaked in my cum.”

Oh, good lord. You’re not even home yet, and already your man is taking on his role as your dom. This is what you live for. You’re so wet...

“Now is that what you want? Are you desperate for that kind of punishment?” Raymond demands, impatient, as you’ve not yet removed your hand. “Show me you understand. Or are you still determined to be a dirty disobedient cunt?”

You immediately move your palm off of him, biting your bottom lip as you settle back into position in your seat and bow your head low in submission. “Understood, sir.”

“There, that’s a good girl.”

Ugh, those words—the way Raymond seamlessly transitions from pure degradation, so savage it hurts, straight to sweet praises coated in sugar... it’s a damn revelation. You’ll never get over your love for this smooth-as-butter motherfucker. You’re so lucky to be his lady, his lover. His good little cocksucker.

The big dick energy radiating from Ray is delicious and vicious and violent, and all the while you sit in silence, the rest of the drive. You eagerly jump from the passenger’s seat the instant you arrive.

“Did I tell you to move, cunt?”

Oh fuck. You stop dead in your tracks at once. Shudder and choke, stutter out a response. “N-no, sir...”

He steps out of the car to come toward you where you’re standing, tall and commanding, controlling you more and more thoroughly as he comes closer. “Well, fortunately for your desperate, slutty little ass... I’m feeling generous enough to let that pass. But the next time you dare make a move without my permission...” Raymond threatens in a ruthless rasp, “... love, I promise it will be the last. And I’ll make certain you remember your position.”

By this point your entire body is quivering so badly that you’re probably in critical condition.

Ray runs his forefinger across your lower lip and snickers as he feels it fucking twitching. You’re so thirsty you can’t even think. “Now run along inside and pour your man a drink, you pretty little thing. By the time I come in, want to see my woman waiting for me naked in the kitchen.”

Ugh, you can’t even?!? Why is every word off of Raymond’s lips literal heaven? In a sex-frazzled flurry, you scurry to follow your master’s directions, though it’s fucking hard when you’re reeling from feeling the full effects of his perfection.

Stripping off all your clothes as you step in and rush to the kitchen, you reach for your man’s favorite bottle of scotch. End up frantically flinging your clothing all over the place, which you know Raymond hates. He hates messiness so fucking much. But you cannot be bothered to worry; you’re in such a hurry. Spurred on by his words, and obeying with haste. Not a moment to waste.

By the time Raymond enters, the drink must be poured, sitting pretty on the kitchen counter, and of course you had better be naked and waiting for him like a good little whore.

You’ve managed to pull that off without so much as a second to spare, when he promptly appears at the door. Owning you with his bright blue bespectacled stare. Clearly proud of how you’ve been so dutiful. God, he looks so fucking beautiful, standing there. You’ve never wanted him more.

At some point in the past twenty seconds, apparently Raymond had changed into your favorite cardigan. When did that happen? He wore this the last time you fucked in the kitchen, and now here he is going at it again. This sumptuous sweater just makes him look so fucking lovely, so cuddly and comfy. He knows you’re obsessed with this color on him, the color of some kind of sweet, spicy, super gourmet honey mustard. Goddamn sexy bastard.

Raymond struts in and helps himself to the fine scotch you had poured. Holds it up to his lips, drains the halfway-full glass in a single long sip. Evidently he’s thirsty, you think. At least his thirst was quenched nice and quick, with one swig of a drink. Unlike yours. As you watch your man swallow his scotch, the heat builds in your crotch, and you’re ready to burst. He gets off on seeing you so desperate and wet, because he is the worst.

“Mmm, now I really needed that,” Ray states as he deliberately sets down his empty glass. “To calm my fucking nerves. To fight the burning urge I had... to spank your naughty ass... turning it red, just the way you deserve, for behaving so bad.”

Oh shit. You don’t want him to fight it—the thought has you so damn excited. Of course, Raymond knows it. He studies the blow of your pupils, your silence so truthful, the hitch of your breath as you hold it.

You can’t bear to breathe in this moment, when his stare is cutting you open.

“I do hope you’ll excuse me for being so rude,” Raymond playfully purrs. “Satisfying my thirst, while denying yours. That scotch was really quite good. You just put me in such a damn mood. Now does my lovely lady want something to drink, too?”

Ugh, he knows it’s true. Your gaze follows his hands, as he reaches to slowly unbutton his pants, where the bulge of his cock is in full fucking view.

“Mmm, of course you do,” Raymond sadistically coos. “Well, that’s too fucking bad for you.”

“Ray...” you can’t help but say, as you instinctively start sinking down to your knees.

But he’s not here to play, or to tease; he is here to use you however he may please. And right now that means bending you over the counter and fucking you numb, and then filling your cunt with his cum, while you beg for the privilege to suck him. To swallow his load, down your thirsty whore throat. Today that’s how Ray wants to perform his role as your malevolent, merciless dom.

So he hoists you back up to your feet, refusing you the right to kneel down before him and devour his cock just the way that you need. Denying you the privilege of tasting his seed.

He bends your body forcefully over the kitchen counter, destroying you with his raw power. You scream his name louder, before quickly shifting to use the correct word—address him as Sir.

“Scream all you want,” he taunts. “Won’t change your punishment. Won’t keep me from driving my cock fucking deep in this dripping wet cunt.”

Good lord. How exactly that counts as a ‘punishment’... you’re not quite sure. It sounds like a blessing, much more than a curse. If your man wants to teach you a lesson, then someone should tell him that’s not how it works...

Reading your mind as ever, Ray now lifts your torso up to press against his sweater, with a feral sneer as he brings his hot mouth toward your ear. You feel his lips curve as he wickedly smirks.

“You know how every time we fuck... I always let you suck my cock, before or afterwards? Or both, as you prefer? Because you’re such a shameless cum-guzzling whore? We both know swallowing my cum is the sole purpose of this dirty little mouth of yours.”

You’re fucking drooling from the sheer force of his words. And then he rubs his massive cock against your pussy lips and starts bucking his hips, plunging inside your soaking wet heat as it throbs and drips, and God it feels so good it fucking hurts...

“You know I almost crashed my fucking car? All thanks to what a filthy fucking slut you are? Well, let me tell you how I’m gonna make you pay, for your fucking disgusting behavior today.”

There’s no way you could have prepared for what Ray is about to say.

“Tonight I am going to fuck you for all that you’re worth... fill you up with my cum till you feel set to burst... then deny you dessert.”

Oh my God. You moan out at the thought, hating him for being such a coldhearted bastard...

“That’s the punishment you deserve,” Ray growls as he begins fucking you harder and faster. Reminding you that he’s your master. That your place is to serve. “Why don’t you go on and tell me just how much you want to taste my cum, you dirty little cunt. I know that’s what you’ll always want. If you beg hard enough, then perhaps by tomorrow you’ll have some. Whereas if you’re a naughty slut and keep pissing me off... then it won’t be till days or weeks after.”

“Please—please, sir...!” you pathetically answer. Your senses are overpowered from the sound of his cruel mocking laughter, the feeling of being so full of his cock and smothered by that damn mustard sweater. There is nothing worse. Nothing better. “Please let me drink your cum, sir—I just want... I fucking need it more than anything, ever...”

You keep on spouting filth as loudly as you can, hoping to satisfy your man’s demands. He pins you down onto the counter with brutal hands, pounding into your soaking wet pussy again and again, getting so fucking heated that he has to strip off that beautiful cardigan. Rips off his tie and shirt, as he rails you harder and harder till you reach a whole other dimension of heaven-sent hurt.

Then the instant his thick creamy cum fucking spurts... you feel your cunt explosively squirt, and you’re pretty sure that you just permanently lost all hope of ever being able to form words.

You have never felt so swollen, so completely and utterly split open, as you feel in this moment. From the vigorous violence of that vicious fuck. When Raymond pulls out of your cunt after so savagely wrecking you with his cock, you can only imagine how ravaged and ruined it looks. Painted white with his cum as it drips, slick and shiny all over your soaking wet pussy lips.

“Good fucking lord,” Raymond groans at the sight of it. Staring between your spread legs. He adores seeing you like this, with his cum leaking out of your slick pussy after hot sex—always did love it, but never more so than in this very minute. “Such a good little whore. Ugh, just... shit. Love, you’ve never looked so wrecked. Just give me a second to memorize this. God, it’s perfect.”

It’s not as if you can resist or protest. Even if you had wanted to, you were just hammered so senseless, there’s honestly nothing you can even do.

Apparently Ray is already experiencing the... effects of this view. “Fuck, Y/N. Seeing you like this got my cock hard as a rock again.”

Um... how long has it been since he flooded your cunt with his cum? Twenty seconds? Well under a minute, you reckon. It shouldn’t be possible that he’s already erect—but Ray is a fucking stallion, a beacon among men, a living breathing god of sex, and he cums by the gallon.

“Get on your knees,” he says, as you obey with desperate haste. Yes, sir. Yes, please... “And keep that filthy mouth shut, you pathetic fucking slut, so that I can cum on your pretty whore face.”

You cannot even process just how hot that sounds, as you excitedly kneel down. Gazing up at his gorgeousness like a goddamn donut waiting to be glazed.

Though you don’t want to miss a thing, as you receive this divine blessing from your king... you end up closing your eyes just in time, before his white hot load sprays all over the place. And the sensation is seriously sublime.

You have never taken him this way, since Ray loves to explode down your throat. To feed you full of his luscious load, let you savor his flavor, the seed you so desperately need. But you had to be punished today—this is how. He commands you to sit and remain fully soaked in his cum as you are now, without taking so much as one precious drop in your mouth. Denying you the cum that you can’t live without.

You feel like such a whore, degraded and destroyed to the core... and the truth is you only want more.

The best part of it is—now that you and Ray know just how much you enjoy being punished like this, that the feeling of his cum all over your face is complete fucking bliss—there is sure to be much more in store.

There’s a whole world of kinks you have yet to explore, and you’ve only just opened the door.

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Forever By Your Side| Isaac Ratcliffe

a/n: this is my first imagine that I am officially publishing! I am very excited to share all of my writing content and series with you guys :)

Pair: Isaac Ratcliffe x reader

Summary: Watching your boyfriend Isaac get seriously hurt during one of his home games and watching him battle through the toughest injury a hockey player could battle, so he can continue on with dream playing in the NHL

Warnings: Hockey Injuries, Cussing, Cute Fluff

Word Count: 3,321 words

It was just another ordinary Sunday afternoon watching a game live from the PPL center here in Allentown, Pennsylvania or so I thought. The game was going really well with the Phantoms up 3-1 on the Hershey Bears half way through the second period. There was your beloved star-studded boyfriend number 19 carrying the puck up against the boards through the neutral zone when suddenly bam everything went to complete silence, except for that shear sound that you wish you could so badly get out of you head.

I jumped out of my seat and darted up the stairs from the lower-level seats that I was sitting in with some of the other girlfriends. I can hear the god-awful scream ringing in my ears over and over again that was coming down from ice level. The crowd was silent, so quiet that you could probably hear a pin drop and when that happens you know for a fact that it isn’t good. Nothing ever good comes from silence at a time like this and I needed to get down to the locker rooms as quick as possible.

Isaac got hit hard up against the boards and fell awkwardly down to the ground, and his right foot looked like it twisted the wrong way. He's had rough collisions before, but never like this. Isaac is a big dude that you surely didn’t want to ending up colliding with, but this time it looked like Isaac got the wrong end of the play. I never in my life ever heard him yell in absolute pain like the wat he was when the trainers and his teammates were trying to help his 6-foot-6 body off of the ice.

My heart was in my stomach as I was racing down the stairs that would lead me to the home locker rooms. I quickly flashed my team badge to the security guard Frank without saying a word. He must have known it wasn’t good either, as he told me to breathe and be careful myself as I jumped down the last few steps.

If Isaac had a season ending injury, it would kill him. He was just heating up and playing his best hockey yet and working his ass off day in and day out so he could eventually make the Flyers roster within this season or even next season for sure. But if his season is over that means his chances of getting to the NHL level could be too and that would just destroy him completely.

As soon as I rounded the corner to the trainer's office, I saw him being helped on to the examine table. His face was as red as a cherry, and he was in a lot of pain. The trainers quickly started icing the area the best that they could as they slowly untied his skate and too it off of him.

“He is definitely going to need some X-Rays done immediately and possibly an MRI as well depending on what the results of the X-Rays are.” The Phantoms trainer Brian Grogesky said to Neil who was one of the Phantoms physicians.

“Jeff and Robert are on their way down from the press box and getting the emergency X-Ray equipment ready. In the mean time you need to relax the best that you can Isaac.” Neil said to Isaac as Isaac tried his best laying down comfortably on the examine table.

Both Brian and Neil noticed me standing outside of the door of the trainer's room and signaled me to come on in, in hopes that Isaac could ease up and relax a little bit more with me by his side.

“Hello, y/n! Looks like we got a live one here and that big boy landed pretty hard on that ankle of his.” Brian said trying to make light of the situation.

Isaac sat up on his elbow and looked me dead in the eyes. I can see and feel the pan behind them, my heart sank even more for him. I just want him to be okay, I want him to be able to play the rest of this season, he worked way too fucking hard for this to happen to him.

“Hey babes, how is the pain?” I said walking over to Isaac and grabbing his hand while kissing him ever so lightly and carefully.

“It's a bitch babe if I am being honest. I’m trying not to think of the worst, but I can’t help it. This isn’t fair, why me? Why fucking me?” Isaac said in more frustration.

“Isaac, don’t get too far ahead of yourself. We don’t know the actual results just yet. But whatever the outcome is you can come back from it stronger than ever. Hockey injuries is sometimes apart of the game as silly and stupid as it sounds, but you’re a fighter and you got this.” Neil said as he placed another bag of ice on Isaac’s ankle.

“They are right babe, your team trainers, physicians and any other doctors have your best interests. Let’s get you into the X-Ray room and then go from there okay big guy.” I said while planting another kiss onto Isaac’s lips.

Jeff brought in some crutches for Isaac to use, so they can take him down the hall to get the X-Rays taking care of. I am hoping that is all that Isaac is going to need and that whatever it is, it's a quick recovery.

After a few short minutes Isaac was crutching back out of the X-Ray room with a look of disappointment on his face.

“Oh no babe...how bad is it?” I asked him while he collects himself.

“It’s not broken...but they are sending me for an MRI early tomorrow morning to see if that shows up with anything and then go from there.” He said in a low tone.

“Well, that is a plus sign that it isn’t broken. You got to be positive about this honey, you need to be optimistic. You can't be negative. Everything is going to work out for the best. Hopefully it's just a minor sprain and you will be back on the ice in no time.” You told Isaac as you wrapped yourself around his side.

All of Isaac’s staff and trainers helped Isaac out of the arena and to his car and safety got him into the passenger seat while, I got into Isaac’s driver's seat.

“Alright, make sure when you get home you put more ice on that ankle for at least 15-20 mins on and then same time off. Do it throughout the night if you can and also, make sure you are using the crutches as much as possible and for the love of God Isaac do not put any pressure on that ankle until after we get the MRI results and see exactly what is going on. We don’t want to make the injury any worse than what it could already be. Try to get some much-needed rest and we will see you in the morning.” Brian said closing the passenger door.

The ride back to Isaac’s apartment complex was extremely quiet. I didn’t know what to say or what to do, so I just let Isaac sit there and pounder in his thoughts alone without me distracting him. Which probably wasn’t a good idea, because I know my boyfriend, I know for a fact that he is thinking the worst possible scenario that he could think of right now.

I helped Isaac out of the car and into the elevators up to his apartment and got him comfortably settled on the couch with his foot/ankle elevated and two ice packs placed on the injured area.

“Do you want or need anything? You want me to bring out another pair of comfy clothes for you?” You asked Isaac as you placed a pillow behind his head/back and placed a blanket right by him as well.

“No, I’m fine...” He whispered as scrolled on his iPad to rewatch the ending of the game and rewatch highlights and the moment of his injury.

You so badly, wanted to say something along the lines to him like "babe don’t be watching that now, it wasn’t your fault, there was nothing that you could have done to prevented that from happening, so on and on.” But deep down you knew nothing would make him feel better until he knew what the main results were. And as the night went on, you could see the realization hit him that this was going to keep him out for a while. He just looked sad, and drained.

After a couple of hours, another X-Ray, and an MRI later, you and Isaac were sitting there waiting in the trainer's office for the results from both the trainer and team doctors.

Both Brian and Jeff walk in with a folder which I assume held the test results for Isaac’s ankle/foot.

“Well, the good news is the second X-Ray that we took this morning once again showed that there was no brake in both the ankle and the foot.” Brian said.

“And what about the MRI? What did the MRI show?” Isaac asked nervously.

I grabbed Isaac’s hand and interlocked his fingers with mine. I could see the look on both Brian’s, Jeff’s, and even Coach Gordon’s face that this news that they are about to give doesn’t seem to be very promising.

Jeff cleared his throat ever so calmly and spoke. “The MRI came back with a high ankle sprain injury which means we really don’t have a timetable for you to return to at this point of time. This type of injury is extremely difficult to recover from quickly. So, with that being said we need to place you on injury reserve indefinitely until we get more of a clear view on this injury.”

“Out indefinitely...so that could mean that I might be done for the season?” Isaac ever so softly spoke.

“Unfortunately, yes Rat...I am so sorry and with it being late into the season already we don’t want to risk anything further and do anymore damage to the ankle. Brian, Jeff and myself all agreed on shutting you down for the remainder of this year. So, it’s better for you to take this time to heal carefully and properly and then eventually rehab it back to full strength without any other necessary tests or worse case scenario surgeries. Then once you have healed properly, we can train and get you back to 100 percent for next year's rookie and training camp.” Coach Scott Gordon said while looking at both Isaac and myself.

My heart broke ever so much for Isaac, this isn’t fair. I know injuries can be a part of the game sometimes, but why did this have to happen to Isaac and why now?! He has been killing it day in and day out since being drafted in 2017. He deserves his chance at playing at the NHL and now with this setback is he ever going to make it to that level?

The ride to Isaac’s apartment was once again a quiet one and this time I don’t blame him. I mean how is he supposed to react to something like this? What is he supposed to say or do when your head coach, trainer and team doctor shut you completely down for God knows how long.

Isaac settled down on the couch and tossed his crutches to side and unstrapped his high ankle boot so he can comfortably rest his ankle on the pillow in front him.

"Baby, I am so fucking sorry that is happening, it’s not right nor is it fair to you." I said, resting my head on his shoulder while getting cozy next to him.

"What if this is it for me? What if I can't play anymore after this?" He asks, eyes filling with tears.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't say that.  You being negative will only make that happen. You are a fighter Rat...you are one tough, strong as hell hockey player who will power through this. I promise you that." I said grabbing his hand and interlocking our fingers together, while placing a kiss on his hand.

A tear rolls down his cheek ever so slightly. "All I wanted to do was be that excitement that both the Lehigh and Philly fans need. All I wanted ever so badly was to have my chance to make it to the NHL level and it got taken away from me. Why do bad things happen to good people?" Isaac asked broken and frustrated.

Once he started crying, I had lost it. Nothing I could do, or say would take that pain away from him and it just broke my heart. I went into the kitchen and I just cried as grabbed him more ice packs from the freezer. How am I supposed to look at the man that I love, and not have my heart shatter like glass when I look into those eyes that were once so shiny, and bright, but now shows nothing at all?  I have no idea the pain he is going through or the frustrating emotions he is now going through as well and I feel terrible.

I eventually collected myself and walked back out into the living room and ever so easily and softly place the ice packs on the injured area and took my seat back on the couch next to Isaac.

"That's the crappy thing about life.” I breathed as I took a deep breathe myself and continued on. “For some reason, it always attacks the good ones, and praises the hell out of the bad ones." I sob, wiping away not only my own tears but also his tears once again. "We'll get through this. I promise. It'll be hard, and it'll be long, but we're going to pull through this." I tell him as I run my hand through his hair.

He squeezes my other hand tightly. "What if during my time out things don’t get better and I need to get surgery, and it's worse than they thought? That could happen. What if they see that my injury is worse than what they thought and that I am out on the shelf even longer and I completely miss this upcoming season as well? Or worse they tell me that I can't do this anymore?" He asks, gasping for air. "I don't want that to happen and I'm scared to death that it will."

I snuggled beside him even more then I already was, resting my head on his chest, sobbing harder than I was before, because I honestly hate when he thinks that he isn’t good enough or he thinks his career is over because of a minor setback or in this case a possible major setback. "Then we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, okay? Just for now, it's a bump in the road. No journey to greatness is a smooth one Isaac. Whatever the hell happens next, we'll face it together as a team, because I am not leaving your side and letting you fight this injury alone. I know that you so badly want to break and that you feel like this the end of the road, but you need to keep pushing and listen to the training staff and follow their instructions."

"I love you so much." He tells me, sniffling. "Thank you for helping me with this, baby, I couldn’t do this without you" Isaac said while planting a soft and slow kiss on my lips

"I'll help you through anything. No matter what." I said while smiling and kissing him softly back.

It was battle to get Isaac’s ankle back to a healthy, normal, and stable ankle for a hockey player at his height and weight but we were able to do it. It was a long road and journey until Isaac was back out on the ice skating again and preparing himself for this upcoming training camp season.

Isaac looked and felt good, until one day right before the Flyers condensed training camp something didn’t seem right with him.

Isaac met up with Flyers trainer Jim McCrossin and after a deep examination we found out that Isaac was suffering from a fractured rib and a collapsed lung. We don’t know how exactly this had happen or when it happened. It could have been from when he fell during his ankle injury or from being hit during Rookie Camp, we don’t have the answers right now. And once again, here I am watching my boyfriend being completely destroyed and devastated all over again.

Isaac became instantly depressed, and much worst this time around because he knew there was no chance of making the Flyers squad this season and who knew when he could lace up for the Phantoms season as well. But thank God for Jim McCrossin who helped Isaac get the right and special care that he needed and got him completely healthy so he could play for the rest of this Phantoms season as well.

Isaac was getting game day dressed for a home game here in Allentown. I sat on the bed and watched/admire him as he fixes his tie in the mirror.

"Try not to worry about tonight so much baby, you are going to absolutely kill it out there like always. Once you get out on that ice, I have no doubt in my mind you will play just like how you used to before all of these setbacks. And just remember that no matter how easy, or how hard tonight’s game is going to be I'll be here for you always. But also, please promise me one thing, that if you don’t feel right to let your staff know immediately because I never want to see you get hurt like this again.” I said walking up behind him and wrapping my arms around his torso.

"I promise babe, I know that I need to take my health more seriously and whatever happens, happens. One day I will make my dream a reality and officially play in the NHL, but for the time being I got to focus on the now and my health." He said as he spun around and kissed me.

Watching Isaac warm up made my heart race and beat fast. But it was all worth seeing him back out there skating with the team and his boys. He looked so good and happy out on the ice and that is all that I could ever ask for.

The journey was extremely hard and long this past summer and fall for both Isaac and I, but in the end it definitely made us a stronger unit in our relationship and it has totally made Isaac a stronger hockey player both physically and mentally.

After the game, I bolted down to the locker room this time excitedly to see my boyfriend, not in a complete shear panic like last time and waited for Isaac to come out after he was done with the media.

The door swung open and I immediately saw Isaac and jumped right into arms like a little high school girl. “Babeee, you were beyond amazing tonight! I am so very proud of you, how are you feeling?” I asked nervously but giddy at the same time.

Isaac picked me up and kissed me ever so passionately before answering any of my questions that I just threw at him. “I felt good and still feel good. It was awesome to be back out on that ice again playing with the boys in front of our home crowd, their excitement and energy helped out a lot. But truthfully, I couldn’t have done any of this without you, y/n. I love you so much and I can’t wait to continue this amazing hockey journey with you right by myside.”

[thebrownssociety]

Across The Serververse, Chapter 9

About an hour after the last chapter Bugs stood with his arms folded looking critically at the...thing that Marvin and Wile.E were telling him was a car. It looked, to Bugs’s critical eye, very much like a jagged rock. This would be because it was a jagged rock, a deep jagged rock, hollowed out to create a drivers seat, a steering wheel somehow forced into it and four wheels haphazardly slung onto it. In a bid to make it personal to him Pepe and Penelope had painted it orange and were proposing he call it ‘The Carrot.’ Not th most original of names, but there you go.

“So...lemme jus’ get this straight.” Bugs said, slowly. “Ya want me ta actually drive this thing?”

“Of course.” Marvin said, sharply.

“It’s perfectly safe.” Wile.E added. “Trust us. We’re geniuses.” 

Despite having the perfect set-up Bugs - with great effort - made no jokes or witty comebacks and instead positioned himself in the drivers seat, popped a helmet on [safety first and all that] put his seatbelt on and then raced off to join the others.

‘Sweet moither of carrots, this is fast!’ Bugs thought to himself as he zipped round corners and up and down the sides of hills. No wonder the Wacky Racers all seemed to look permanently startled!

After a good half an hour Bugs saw his first car and - tightening his grip on the wheel - pushed down the accelerator. The car lunged forward with such speed Bugs was left in the air for about two seconds before being pulled back into his drivers seat by the seatbelt. 

He landed upside down and hastened to right himself. When he did manage this the first thing he saw was a cliff coming towards him so he grabbed the wheel and turned away from the cliff somehow managing to end up back on the path. Heart nearly beating out his chest he panted and briefly thought of his house and nice comfy bed before giving himself a slap and readjusting his hands more tightly on the wheel. He WOULD get Sam back even if it killed 'im.

Bugs pressed down the accelerator and zoomed off, this time managing to stay on the track. He was on there a while actually, about 45 minutes before he saw the first car. Annoyingly it wasn't Sam's and Bugs wasn't familiar enough with the world of wacky racers to identify it. It wasn't Penelope Pitstop or Peter Perfect he knew that.

As he tried to overtake, one of the toons (a caveman) leaned over and whacked him on the back of the head with a club. "Hey!" Bugs cried as the caveman tried to batter him senseless. "Cut it out! Yer damagin' me ears!"

The cave man ignored him and Bugs - in a fit of anger - turned the wheel sharply causing the car to whack into the side of the cavemen's (there were two of them) car which, in turn, sent them flying down the side of the cliff.

There seems no need to go over every racer, but suffice to say that Bugs through a mix of intelligence; trickery and, in one if two cases, blunt force, managed to eventually reach Sam. Not that he was exactly hard to miss. The gold that his car was painted saw to that.

"Sam!" Bugs bellowed, trying to be heard over the sound of the engine. "SAM"

The pirate twitched and tightened his hands on the steering wheel, a grim line of determination on his face. In hindsight Bugs should have recognised that look for what it was. Sam was In The Zone. Any attempts to distract him would surely end in tears. However, in that moment, seeing as he was literally *that* far away from him Bugs grabbed a megaphone out of hammerspace and screamed into it. "YOSEMITE SAM!"

Sam - not expecting that - wobbled dangerously and his hands jerked of the wheel sending the car spinning of the road.

Bugs winced and braked making the car shriek as he did so. When the dust had cleared he looked left and right then hopped out the car and ran across to the wreck. "Sam!" He called, worriedly. "Sammy, are you alright?"

There was a long pause, during which Bugs started composing songs for Sam's funeral, then a pale hand grasped the wreckage of the car and - with a dramatic gasp - Yosemite Sam pulled himself out of the wreckage and mustered enough strength to look straight at Bugs and growl. "I hates you."

Bugs took the statement with good grace and, holding out a hand, pulled Sam from the wreckage. "An' dere I was t'inkin' you'd be glad ta see me." He said, teasingly.

Sam glared and, adopting the voice of a posh upper-class englishman [think Mac and Tosh] said. "It may have escaped your here notice, Mr Bunny, but you have just WRECKED MY CAR!"

Bugs blinked and shrugged, giving the easy smile that always worked with Daffy. "Eh...Oi crushed Wile.E under a boulder. He was happy ta see me."

Sam glared and pointed at the smouldering wreck that had once been a car.

Bugs followed his point and, feeling a stab of guilt, mumbled. "Yeah...so dat's not great..."

"IT'S WRECKED!" Sam screeched. "An YOU ah wrecked it!"

"Well..." Bugs murmured as the feeling of guilt intensified. "Technically you're hands were on the wheel-"

Suddenly without warning Sam's eyes welled up with tears and he started blubbing. "Ya don't understand! Tha' car-" He indicated the smoking pile of metal. "-took me 3 weeks ta make! To craft! From scratch! They wouldn't let me race until ah had a car!" 'They' Bugs presumed to be the Wacky Racers. "An' now I've got it it's-ah taken me four an' a half month to claw ma way ta fourth - fourth! - place! This - this! - was gonna be mah chance to crack at least top three! An' now it's gone! An' it's all YOUR FAULT! An' ya not even sorry!"

Bugs's guilt was to string for him to ignore now and he said, aiming for a placating tone. "Look Sam, I'm sorry, oi really am! I didn't know the car meant that much ta ya. We'll-" He thought quickly. "We'll get it fixed! Look, gimme a minute-" Bugs got a flag out his hammerspace and shoved it into the ground. "I claim this planet in the name of Earth!" He said, clearly.

As was expected Marvin appeared a few foot away from him and walked over with his own flag. "I claim this planet in the name of Mars!" He said, briskly. "Now, what is it you want, earth-creature?"

Bugs looked at him with a attitude that said 'really' and nodded his head at Sam. Marvin looked over at Sam and clapped his hands together. "Oh, Yosemite Sam! It's SO good to see you again!"

"Likewise brother." Sam said, gruffly as they hugged. "Now what can you do about my car?"

Marvin frowned and walked over to the wreckage. He made a few calculations and walked round the wreckage about five times all while muttering in Martian. Neither Sam or Bugs were fluent in Martian but they could pick up some words. 'Idiots', 'disaster' and 'time' being the main ones. Well after half an hour Marvin made the final notes on his checkboard and speed-walked over to Bugs and Sam, looking grim. Bugs and Sam immediately sat up and looked interested.

"The car is very nearly a write-off." Marvin announced, in his usual blunt fashion. "How it survived at all is beyond me. However it is fixable." He grimaced. "It'll just take a while."

"Eh...how long's a 'while', Doc?" Bugs asked, conscious that this whole thing was on a time limit.

"How long have we got?" The Martian asked, thrown for a loop.

The rabbit did a quick calculation. It didn't take long. "13 days." He said. "An' den Rhythm does Jones knows what. Give up hopefully. But de fact is we need ta get everyone back within those 13 days or they'll be..." Bugs couldn't even bring himself to say the words, a weird lump forming in his throat.

Thankfully Marvin understood [it helped that he had already been brought up to speed on the stakes offscreen a few chapters ago.] and he said, quickly. "Don't worry it will certainly take less than 13 days. Less than 13 hours probably, if we all work together and you listen to my instructions exactly without any fooling around..." Here he narrowed his eyes at Bugs.

Bugs was not an idiot. The meaning was clear and, although normally he might happily 'fool around', there was to much riding on this for him to do so. Really, strictly speaking, he should probably insist they leave Sam's personal junkyard behind, but he knew if he did that the pirate would never forgive him. And contrary to what people may think Bugs didn't want to upset his on-screen 'enemies' TO much...

"Well den." He said, brightly, clapping his hands together and smiling at Marvin. "Whadda we waiting for? Lets call de oithers and get fixin'!"

[the-sword-lesbian]

She’s the Air I Breathe

Kate and Chloe once again found themselves in the cab of Chloe’s truck, sitting in the blackwell parking lot. It was late at night and they had just gotten back from a nice date of ice cream and watching the stars over the bay. But when Kate went to kiss her girlfriend goodnight, one kiss became a second kiss, which became a few more kisses and so on. Which is why Kate currently found herself straddling Chloe in the driver’s seat kissing the blue-haired girl like she was the only thing giving her oxygen.

The blonde had her fingers tangled in her girlfriend’s blue and purple locks in a way that was half gently kneading at Chloe’s scalp and half firmly pulling her harder into the kiss. Her lips moved against Chloe’s in a comfortable rhythm, occasionally interspersed with little nips and licks traded back and forth. If you’d told Kate Marsh at the start of the semester that by mid-November she’d be tongue-deep in a makeout session with Chloe Price she probably would have fainted on the spot. Especially after finding out who Chloe Price even is. And yet here she is, kissing her girlfriend with reckless abandon in the highschool parking lot. That is until Chloe’s hands find their way to Kate's backside and give a little squeeze, making her freeze up and causing a small squeal to come out of her mouth.

Chloe immediately tore her hands away from Kate and held them up “Whoa! Hey sorry babe. I-”

“N-no it’s fine.” Kate interrupted her. “I just…” She swallowed, looking her girlfriend in the eyes. “Sorry, it just surprised me is all.”

The taller girl reached up to brush Kate’s bangs out of her eyes. She really liked that Kate had started wearing her long blonde hair down more. She thought it looked really cute when it hung low, framing her face or was pulled up in a ponytail. She traced her fingers down the side of the smaller girl’s face before sighing. “Sorry if I… made you uncomfortable.”

“No no no!” Kate reached up and grabbed Chloe’s hand before it fell, pressing it against her cheek. “I actually uhh…” she looked down momentarily, blushing fiercely, before returning her gaze to Chloe in a look that pinned her to the seat. “I… I liked it.” 

There was a heavy tension in the air that neither of them seemed to want to break. They both just sat there gazing at each other intently, with so many words left unspoken from that last sentence. Chloe could feel how hot Kate’s cheek was under her hand. 

Until eventually Kate broke the silence, by starting to frantically ramble. “It’s just that it was sudden is all! I mean it was… fun… I just wasn’t expecting it! And we’re a couple and things like this are perfectly normal for couples to do. An-and-“

“Hey, little bunny.” Chloe reached up and put her other hand on Kate’s cheek turning her girlfriend’s face to look her in the eyes again. “It's okay. No stress. I’m not in a rush.” She smiled at Kate. “We can do this at your speed.”

Kate sat there looking at Chloe before letting out a huge sigh/groan and leaning down to rest her face in the crook of Chloe’s neck. “Uggggh… I think I understand why abstinence is supposed to be hard now…” 

Chloe chuckled at that. “Yeah? Why just now?”

The smaller girl sat back up brushing her bangs out of her face. “Well before, when anyone was talking about kissing or… intimacy… I had always been under the impression that I was supposed to do those things with men. And that all just seemed wholly unappealing so I didn’t understand why resisting temptation was supposed to be hard…” She reached her fingers up to brush Chloe’s lips. “But now…”

Chloe moved her lips slightly to press a small kiss to Kate’s thumb. And the blonde let out a quiet gasp. The two just sat there for a moment, eyes locked on each other. Unfortunately the tender moment was ruined by a blaring car horn startling the couple and causing both of them to shout and Kate to jump and tightly wrap her arms around Chloe

“OH MY GOSH!!” “JESUS FUCK!”

Kate pulled back as Chloe angrily rolled down the window to see Victoria Chase standing by the car next to them with her hand through the window, resting on the horn.

“Vic what the fuck?!?” The punk girl shouted.

The tall blonde took her hand off the horn and crossed her arms. “Would you mind terribly being a fucking degenerate somewhere else? Some of us actually came to this school to fucking learn.”

Chloe fired back. “Bitch I know about your anime collection! You don’t get to call me a fucking degenerate!”

The offended scoff Victoria made nearly exceeded the range of human hearing. She quickly recovered and pointed an accusatory finger at the couple. “Now you listen to me Kari Price and whoever you ar-....” the blonde’s eyes went wide as she finally realised who was sitting in Chloe’s lap. “MARSH?!?”

Kate couldn’t really blame the Queen Bee for not noticing sooner. Considering that her long, wavy blond hair was down and her usual dowdy church girl attire had been swapped for a decidedly more comfy, hoodie and jeans, she didn’t exactly look like she did most days. With the wide-eyed stare and positively stunned expression the taller blonde was giving her, she didn’t think she’d ever forget Victoria’s face in that moment. Kate was sure that if Victoria had been some sort of computer program or a robot this is when some kind of error message would have popped up, ‘Victoria.exe has stopped working’.

Victoria blinked once, then twice, then closed her slightly agape mouth and turned before walking back to the school in silence.

The couple turned and looked at each other then started giggling. Kate smiled and reached up to brush stray blue locks out of Chloe’s face. “I really do have to go unfortunately,'' she said with a small frown. “I have Chemistry homework.”

A smug look came across Chloe’s face, “You know I could come help you with your chem homework if you want.”

Kate narrowed her eyes at her girlfriend with a smirk. “Oh no you don’t Miss Price.” she said, lightly poking Chloe in the nose. “I am one hundred percent sure that no matter how smart you are, you ‘helping me with homework’” she gestured with air quotes, “will likely involve very little homework.”

Chloe laughed at that. “Okay Bunny, you got me. I should probably head home and crash for the night anyway. I have to open the shop tomorrow.”

The smaller girl smiled before grabbing the door handle, pushing the driver’s side door open, and climbing off her girlfriend and down to the ground. She closed the door and leaned in the open window. “Drive safe beautiful.”

The blue-haired girl leaned over and kissed Kate goodnight one last time. “See you tomorrow Angel.” 

Chloe started up her truck as Kate stepped back and started waving. The punk waved back as she sped out of the parking lot with squealing tires, heading off into the night. Kate stuffed her hands in her hoodie pockets and practically skipped back to the dorm, smiling wide the whole way.

[side-shawty]

Burn VII (Stark!Reader)

VII: Lucid Dreams

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Type: series

Prompt/Summary: Tony Stark’s daughter gets cheated on

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x reader, Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Requested? Yes

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

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It was your father that found you at 3 AM on the morning of the gala. You were in the white room, lying on the fireproof lounge chair that you had dragged to the middle of the room. Though you hadn’t looked up you knew that it was him, your Dad might’ve known you better than you knew yourself.

“Hey old man,” you greeted with no sarcasm or even much emotion behind your words.

“Hey Firefly,” he said walking to you before pick your legs up to take a seat before placing them in his lap.

“What are you doing up?” You asked.

“Probably the same thing as you,” he replied.

“Nightmares,” you said together and reached a hand out towards him, he took it and squeezed.

“What was yours about?” You asked.

He signed, “Oh you know, the usual. Ultron coming back, falling out of the sky, losing my girls or my family, etcetera, etcetera,” He told you and you peaked at him to see him giving you a sorrowful smile.

“What about you?” He questioned.

You bit your lip as tears welled up in your eyes, and you gave your dads hand a warm squeeze before speaking.

Your voice came out as a whisper, “I couldn’t control it Dad. Everything was burning and then Peter tried to save me and I—“ you were cut off by your own sobs and moved to curl into your dad’s side.

“What if I hurt him too?” You asked and felt your dad’s take in a heavy breath.

“You won’t,” he told you.

“You don’t know that,” you said defiantly.

“I know you. I see the way you look at him, you’ve looked at him like that for a long time, even before Harley made me want to wring his neck. And believe it or not, he’s looked at you the same since day one. Whenever he sees you he’s got stars in his eyes. So just because he would do everything in the universe to save you it doesn’t mean he’s an idiot,” he paused, “well maybe a bit,” he continued and you gave a light laugh.

“So yes while he would jump headfirst into anything for you, you’d also do everything in your power to make sure he would never be in that position. You’ve gotta give your mom and I some credit, we didn’t completely screw you up,” he finished and you smiled at him.

“Mostly mom though,” you said.

“Yeah, mostly mom.”

———

Your dad must have carried you to bed because when your alarm went off you found yourself pushing your comforter off and sitting up with groggy eyes. You slept better after talking with your dad and the sun shining through the windows put you in a better mood than you thought possible.

You stretched and decided to take a quick shower before seeing what everyone else was up to. After throwing on some comfy clothes you followed your nose to the kitchen.

“And that’s Y/N/N that time that Daddy broke one of the projects in the lab,” Morgan explained to Pepper as Tony made pancakes at the stove.

“In my defense, I didn’t know it’d be that easy to break,” Your father spoke as you took a seat at the island next to Morgan and Pepper.

You heaved a dramatic sigh, “I don’t think it would’ve mattered if you did know. You always touch first and ask questions later,” you said before giving Morgan a squeeze and taking a look at her drawing. It was you, covered in flames and yelling at a crying Tony.

You laughed, “You did a great job at capturing his fear,” you told Morgan and she grinned at you before continuing her drawing.

“Listen,” your dad began, glancing back at you with a false glare, “I resent this whole conversation. Can’t you draw like a puppy or something?” He asked.

“Am I getting a puppy?” She retorted.

“Absolutely not,” Pepper interrupted before Tony could cave.

“Then I’m gonna keep drawing,” Morgan said and you all shared a laugh.

The morning continued easy like this until around 11 when it was time to head over to the venue for the gala. Happy had picked up your dress and Peter’s tie and had it packed and ready to go in your car.

This was it, the first charity event that you were running almost entirely on your own. It was your time to shine.

——

After changing into more professional but still comfortable clothes you secured your curls into two braids so that your hair would be easier to manage when it came time to get ready.

You met your mom and Happy in the garage. You would be driving alone while they ran a couple of errands before meeting you there.

The venue was beautiful and just outside of the city. You decided against holding an event this big in the Tower because there was just too much that could go wrong.

“Alright Y/N,” Pepper began, “Happy and I will be there around 3, call me if you need anything, alright?” She finished holding your shoulders. You nodded and she pulled you into a hug before kissing your cheek.

“Good luck, Y/N,” Happy smiled at you before opening the door for your mom and driving off.

Once you got into the driver’s seat of your own car you took a deep breath. Your nerves had hit an all-time high as this became real. You had about 7 hours before you basically had to impress the world. Not to mention everyone that was going to be there.

This was the kick-off event of the summer complete with the one percent, UN members, literal royalty, your family, almost all of the avengers, and Peter.

Oh god, you almost forgot about Peter. What if everything went wrong and Peter laughed in your face, your cheeks warmed at the thought of embarrassing yourself in front of him. Granted he had seen you cry and laugh so hard you actually snorted but this was different. He wasn’t just your friend Peter anymore, he was something so much more now. Even though you hadn’t talked about exactly what that was you knew it was special.

You knew he was special.

And that’s why tonight had to be absolutely perfect.

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NEXT CHAPTER

[baekhypnotized]

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summary: Baekhyun is just a man who doesn’t believe in romance as much as Byul, who is trying to give herself to him. But day by day, he will soon realize that her fleeting actions are breaking down his cold-hearted brick wall, no matter if it takes her a million years.

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“Come on, Baekhyun. Stop playing around so we can finish this assignment.” I request, sighing softly after seeing him procrastinate. Baekhyun plays around with his laptop for 10 minutes already because we’ve been trying to complete this project by tonight. Baekhyun and I have been at Starbucks for hours since at 8 pm. Now? It almost strikes at 12 am and our work hasn’t completed yet. And, I love how this place is open 24 hours so we can do our work conveniently.

“Chill, Hanbyul. We still have a week,” Baekhyun scoffs as he grabs his iced caramel macchiato and drinks it. I glare at him before rolling my eyes to the back of my head. My eyes start to feel sleepy, losing my focus on the screen of my laptop. I quickly slap my cheeks slightly to at leash freshen me up. 

Baekhyun giggles silently once I start banging my head in the air with my eyes almost tightly close. A few seconds later, I place my head on the table and decide to get a short nap to reenergize back before continuing the project. I doze for around 5 minutes and get back to work. But within a few minutes, my legs and hands start to feel numb so I decide to lay my back by the chair and continue my dozing. 

The moment I wake up from the short nap, I realised that my head was on Baekhyun’s shoulder. I glance at his face, he places his head on mine and also has his eyes closed. Suddenly, I feel so comfortable with this position, knowing that most probably Baekhyun just felt pity looking at me so tired. That’s maybe the reason why he offers his shoulder for my head to rest comfortably. 

I scan his face slowly this time. From his forehead, his eyes, cute nose and to his pink pair of lips. I even realised he has a few numbers of moles on his face and I find them cute too. I’ve never seen him this close. Baekhyun’s face looks so serene when he is sleeping. Like, his masculine side has turned off and become a whole baby right now. Even though he's already 28 years old, he doesn’t look like that age at all. Still young, handsome and sometimes have that baby face. 

My fingers trying so hard to caress his face right now but obviously, it would wake him up. I check the current time as it’s already past midnight. We’ve been dozing off for quite a long time and I think it’s better for both of us continue this later. Because I don’t think we’re able to finish this overnight at this state. 

“Baekhyun…” I softly call him. But, he doesn’t budge. 

I pat his thigh gently while keep on calling him, “Baekhyun, wake up. Let’s go home, hmm?” I suggest to him. Baekhyun wakes up, pulls away from me with a stretch. His eyes are barely open that makes me chuckle seeing him in this way. 

I shut down his and my laptop, helping to clear the stuff because he’s still spacing out. He must be so tired nowadays. It makes me wonder what does he do besides attending classes because I realised, our schedules are not packed at all. Maybe, he just normally tired. Baekhyun continues his nap at this moment as I offer to prepare ourselves to get home. I don’t need to feel worried about my transportation since Baekhyun always offers to send me back home. 

Once everything is pack, I try to wake him up again. Baekhyun literally whines a bit before he rubs his eyes and looks at me with his sleepy face. “What time is it already?” He asks. His legs were spread as he stares on the floor blankly. I chuckle and take out my phone to show him the current time. “12.15 am, mister. So, let’s get back home, shall we?”

He nods slowly and grabs his stuff together with him. We leave the place and head to his car. As both of us get into the car, Baekhyun turns on the engine and spacing out. Again. He’s spacing out, staring at his steering wheel without moving even an inch. Then, he sighs. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask him with concern. Baekhyun makes me get to worry about him because he looks so blank. He turns to look at me, admiring me for a few minutes. Okay, double worry. 

I slowly slide my hand to place on his lap, looking at him anxiously. “Baekhyun, tell me, please? I’m so worried right now.” I demand him to tell me. He brings his hand to hold with mine that causes me to shock a bit. Baekhyun caresses it gently, trying to calm me down. 

“I’m so lazy to drive. Can you drive?” He asks.

“Nope! Plus, I wouldn’t dare to drive this hella expensive car.” I answer him but he only replies to me is a chuckle. Baekhyun still holding my hand as my cheeks flush but I’m grateful that it’s dark in the car. So, he can’t see me blush right now. 

Suddenly, he turns on the light. Shit. 

I bite my lower lip anxiously, trying to avoid his eye contact so that I would not blush chronically. Baekhyun tucks a strand of my hair around my ear and leans closer to me. I shift myself backwards slowly until my back bumps with the door. He looks at me, his lips curve upwards into a sweet smile. 

“Nah, I’m more alive after seeing your beautiful face. Your home, shall we, Hanbyul?” He says as I pull my hand away from his lap, buckling myself with the seatbelt. Baekhyun still has that smile on his face before he starts to drive us back to my apartment first. Throughout the whole journey, my heart couldn’t stop beating and thank God he turns on the radio. He hums to all the songs that he knows while I am sitting quietly, stealing a few glances on him when he’s driving. 

Baekhyun stops by at the petrol station to fuel up his car. He leaves me behind in the car as he’s gone to fuel up the car. I’m staring at the car’s interior design even though I already ride his car a lot of time. His phone suddenly rings. I peek at Baekhyun outside that he is still waiting to fill the tank. I don’t want to pick up the call because it would be called as invading his privacy. But, the name appears as ‘Sohyunnie’. And now I’m wondering who she is.

As soon as the rings end, Baekhyun just finishes off his business and gets back into the driver's seat. He turns on his engine but before he continues to drive, he checks his phone. I keep myself together and peek at him. Baekhyun probably calls back that Sohyunnie back because he wears his right Airpod plug into his ear. 

“Hey, why are you calling me in the middle of the night?” Baekhyun asks the caller as he continues to drive to my apartment. I listen quietly to his words even though I try hard to ignore him calling that person. He talks to the caller for a few minutes later and he laughs, chuckles plus smiles a lot too. This is another side of Baekhyun being so happy because I’ve never seen him this way before. 

“I’ll be back soon, okay? Sleep tight and I miss you too.” He ends the call and drifts the car on the empty road. 

Who is it? I let the question lingers around my mind because I will never have the answer. 

After Baekhyun sends me home, I head to my apartment and straight to my bedroom. Since I already informed Soomin that I will come back home late, she already asleep in her room. I just don’t want her to worry about me because I told her that I’ll be doing my project together with Baekhyun. She told me that even though it’s him, I still need to be careful since we don’t exactly know his background in deep. But, I assure her that Baekhyun is a good guy and he wouldn’t hurt me or even kidnap me. 

My routines are the same; shower, skincare and sleep. As I hop on the comfy bed, covering myself with the duvet and have my phone in my hands. And Baekhyun gives me a text as usual. 

[Baekhyun]: I arrive home safely but I’m too lazy to take my shower.

[Byul]: Go and get a shower, you stinky.

[Baekhyun]: Can I just go to bed without getting one?

[Byul]: Eww! We’ve been staying outside for hours and you insist to go to bed at that state? You’re crazy, Baekhyun.

[Baekhyun]: I am, huh?

[Byul]: Yes! People tend to hate someone who doesn’t take care of themselves. 

[Baekhyun]: So, if I get one, you will like me?

[Byul]: Stupid question. Of course, I will. I hate people who stink so much

[Baekhyun]: Teehee! I promise I’ll get one before I go to bed. 

I chuckle reading to his replies. He’s acting like a child right now for sure. 

[Baekhyun]: Wanna go out tomorrow?

[Byul]: Where? And when should we continue the assignment?

[Baekhyun]: I’m trying to ask you for a date and you’re here asking me back about the assignment? :(

[Byul]: Oh come on, Baekhyun. Okay fine. Where do you want to bring me out tomorrow?

[Baekhyun]: Looks like someone anticipates going out on a date with me *grin emoji*

[Byul]: I did not, okay. Say it or I’ll go to bed. Goodnight, Baekhyun.

I  lock my phone and place it on the bedside table. My phone rings a few times and I assume he keeps on calling me so I wait for a little longer, answering his call. “What is it?”

“Are you mad at me?” Baekhyun asks me with his low voice.

“I’m not. I’m just tired and want to have my sleep now.” I answer him sternly.

“Hanbyul, I’m just playing around with you. Don’t be mad at me,” He tries to coax me as I only reply to him with a few hums. 

“I’ll treat you tomorrow. How’s that sounds?” 

“Be my credit card for the whole day and also my chauffeur throughout our hangout.” I request.

Baekhyun chuckles. “I can do anything for you. You name it sweetheart and I will.” He continues saying with low voices. 

My whole body starts to heat up until I need to uncover myself from the duvet. I place my palm on my chest, feeling my heart beats rapidly. This is the first time ever, Baekhyun calls me ‘sweetheart’. I know it’s pretty normal but the way he says it, it’s really different. I’m like spacing out for a moment because that pet name effecting me. 

“Hanbyul, you still there?” Baekhyun asks. I cough a bit to make it less obvious that I’m feeling so hot by only hearing to that name.

“Yeah, I’m here… So, tomorrow is it?”

“Yup. I’ll confirm it back later the time but be prepared, okay?” He tells me and I only answer him with a hum. A sudden long yawn escape from my mouth and Baekhyun obviously can hear it at the other side. 

“You’re cute when you’re yawning.” He chuckles again. 

“Nope. That’s a lie.”

“I’m not lying. It’s the truth.” Baekhyun denies my judgment. 

“Whatever, Byun Baekhyun. Goodbye.” I bid goodbye. 

“Goodnight, Hanbyul. Can’t wait to see you again, sweetheart.” Baekhyun bids his goodbye after wishing me goodnight. We end the call right away and I prepare myself to bed. I didn’t realise that during the whole conversation, I was smiling so wide just because of Baekhyun. 

Sleep tight too, Baekhyun.

I wake up the next morning feeling so alive and happy. Baekhyun gave me a good impact on my sleep last night. I was having difficulties to get to sleep nowadays but last night was different. After weeks of knowing him, I already consider him as my close friend. The way he treats me as a friend, as a woman is unbelievable. I know it’s kinda weird but I really anticipate our next meeting because I just want to meet and hang out with him. He’s a crazy guy with weird personalities despite being a mysterious guy. But no matter what, he is Byun Baekhyun that I met at the cafe in a good appearance that caught my eyes. 

When I leave my bedroom, I see Soomin doing business at the kitchen. “Woah, you woke up quite early today, Soomin.” I mock her before having a seat at the dining table. Seems like she’s cooking us breakfast and it’s a rare view seeing her cooking. She has a bit of talent in cooking but she’s too lazy to even steps to the kitchen. 

“Can you stay still and appreciate this beautiful view of Soomin’s cooking?” Soomin turns to look at me as she rolls her eyes annoyingly before continue to prepare the food. I laugh hard, holding my tummy because I love to make her mad. Since both of us are too busy with the project, we rarely spend time together even though during the weekends. Because I prefer to just stay home and rest when I don’t have any work shifts. While Soomin on the other hand, Sehun loves to bring her to his house and spend their lovey-dovey time. 

“Fine. Do you need any help?” I offer but she shakes her head. I walk and check on her. Soomin’s trying to cook kimchi fried rice and looks like she’s kinda struggling to read the recipe. The ingredients are all prepared on the island but she seems confused. As for now, Soomin wants to chop the kimchi but she couldn’t figure out how much she needs. I chuckle softly after seeing her doing the work diligently. 

“1⁄4 kimchi from the container would be enough for the two of us. Have you cook the rice?” I ask her as she answers ‘no’. I offer myself to help her by cooking the rice first. At least, they would already when Soomin wants to fry it. Then, I help her to prepare the basic ingredients such as onions and chillies while she cuts the raw chicken into small sizes. Both of us work together to cook the kimchi fried rice because working together, it would make the food extra delicious. This is our masterpiece. We finish it up within the range of 45 minutes and I end it up with giving a high five to her. 

“Good job!! Have you taken your morning shower already?” I ask her when she’s busy transferring the fried rice onto the plates. Soomin nods her head a few times.

“Okay, gimme 10 minutes for a quick shower please?” 

“5 minutes,” Soomin says.

“10 minutes and I’ll treat you ice cream,” I beg her with my puppy eyes. She rolls her eyes before nodding her head. I jump excitedly on the same spot, ruffling her hair and run back quickly to my bedroom. Because I make her pretty annoyed with me in the morning. I rush myself to have a quick shower and wear a plain pink t-shirt with short pants. When I go back to the dining table, Soomin already set up everything including the hot tea. I sit across her and both of us start to eat kimchi fried rice. We make a unison satisfied hum, indicating that the fried rice that we both made is delicious. 

“Are you planning to go anywhere today?” Soomin pauses for a moment and turns to look at me while questioning me. Now, I’m agitating. Would it be weird if I say Baekhyun wants to bring me out? Or is it not? 

“Kinda? Baekhyun wanna bring me out somewhere,” I answer. Her pupils dilate after hearing his name. I start to play with the rice using my spoon because I’m nervous about what will she say next. 

“Byul, do you have anything with him though? I’ve seen that you’re so close to him now,” Soomin lets out a statement. I start to fluster because she thinks I have a relationship with Baekhyun. 

“Obviously no! We’re just friends plus why would he date me though? I’m just a normal girl with nothing,” I explain, sounding a bit of disappointment. It’s kinda hurt that my whole life doesn’t have anything special with it. I used to grow up with loving parents but it ended up with no happy ending. Even though mom already happily married to father, I’m just grateful to have the people who I can call a family.

“Gosh, Byul. Can you stop saying that you’re nothing? Come on, you’re beautiful and a smart ass person. Always look at the bright side and please,” Soomin stops for a second, grabbing my hand and caresses it. “-go and find someone that can make you happy. Inside and outside. Someone’s that worth to you and treats you like a real woman. I swear love can change everything in this life. You just need to try and take a risk for it.” 

I swear, we’ve never talked about guys and I’ve never heard Soomin saying about a relationship this serious. Now the realisation hits me when both of us already turned 26 years old and within a few months before the new year, we’re turning 27. How time flies so fast that shows the way I’m growing out my youth and adult age with Soomin. No one can replace her spot as my best friend. I’m so grateful to have her but kinda sad knowing that she will leave me anytime by getting married with Sehun. It’s a relief that both of them are seriously in love with each other and I’m just hoping happiness for both of my best friends. 

“Let’s finish this food first before I tear up,” I say to her and continue eating my food. Soomin just smiles and nods her head as she continues too. We both savour the kimchi fried rice and right after we’re done eating, I offer myself to do the dishes while Soomin can clear up the dining table. At least, we can finish this fast and continue our girls talk at the living room comfortably. 

After we’re done having our breakfast, Soomin settles down on the couch while I run swiftly to my room, grabbing my phone in case there are any important notifications. Then, I plop myself right besides her and get ready to proceed with our previous conversation. Soomin suddenly becomes so quiet and that makes me worry about her. 

I bring my hands to hold with hers, caressing them. “Hey… Is there anything that disturbing you right now?” I ask her softly, didn’t want to sound like I’m forcing her to answer it. Soomin lets out an audible sigh and shakes her head. 

“It’s not that important but- Nevermind,” She resists to answer. I look at her with the softest smile that I can with a worried face. She sees me and giggles as Soomin shoves my face away to stop me making that kind of face. Finally both of us easing the tense situation. 

She releases a final sigh before continuing, “Sehun proposed me to marry him…” 

“WHAT?!! You’re not joking, right?” I shout loudly that cause her to cover both of her ears. 

“I’m so happy for both of you!!” I say but she’s only plastering me with a smile. “Anything wrong with that?” I ask her this time, trying to dig deeper into this conversation.

“Byul, you know I love him so much right?” She asks me as I nod my head. “-but marriage is going to be a big responsibility to me, to Sehun. We’re going to commit a risk and I don’t think I’m ready despite me and Sehun to have been together for 5 years.”

“Then, what if he finds me boring after we get married and just leave me alone behind?... I’m just… scared to lose him.” Soomin explains more about it as she sounds like she’s going to tear up. I lift her head to look into my eyes, wiping the tears that escape. 

“Soomin, Sehun is an incredible man and we both know that he never loved anyone else except you. Being scared in a relationship is normal but the most important thing is the trust in each other. Sehun would never leave you behind because he’s crazy in love with you, Soomin. It’s obvious! But, if you’re not ready to commit a new responsibility, talk to him. He will listen and understand. Trust me. Sehun is the same guy that we knew back in previous years. He’ll never change. Believe in each other and you guys will be forever to eternity.” I try to put everything in words, hoping she will understand everything and accept it. Soomin pauses for a moment without blinking her eyes then suddenly she pulls me for a big hug, tearing up. I caress her back up and down to calm her down. It feels good to know that she finally bursts out all her worries to me because at least we could share different opinions. 

“Oh come on, don’t cry. You’re being a baby. Pfft.” I snigger but she still hugging me. When she starts to calm down, she breaks the hug and wipes her tears as her lips curve upwards. Suddenly, my phone rings at the wrong timing. I try to decline the call but Soomin insists for me to answer it. So I did. I look at the caller name and it’s finally Baekhyun.

“Hello! What are you doing? Did I disturb your sleep?” Baekhyun greets as he asks me. 

“Baekhyun it’s like 10:30 am and you think I’m still sleeping?” I say and I can hear him chuckling. 

“I’m going to pick you up at 1 pm so we can have our lunch together.”

“Alright. See you later then?” I say and he hums. Before I get to end the call, Baekhyun gets to continue, “See you, beautiful.” 

I end the call with my heart’s fluttering but I put away my phone on the coffee table. Soomin has calmed down completely and waiting for me to say anything regarding the call. “Byun Baekhyun, is it?” She questions me and I can only nod my head. 

“He’s going to pick you up?”

“At 1,” I say shortly. 

“Take care then. Don’t let me kill him if he ever breaks your heart,” Soomin finally speaks the most important part and I can only laugh at it. 

“We’re just friends, Soomin. Nothing more than that.” I confess to her the truth but she only glares fiercely that makes me throw a pillow on her. Within a few seconds later, we start a pillow fight in the living room. It’s good to have this quality time with her because I don’t even know when’s the next time.

I get myself to wear a beige turtleneck shirt in long sleeve and a long brown skirt to pair with it. Since it’s getting cold outside, at least I have the initiative to keep myself warm throughout the hang out with Baekhyun. After I bid goodbye with Soomin, I head straight to the lobby using the lift and wait for Baekhyun to arrive. Then, the same familiar black Audi car stops in front of me so I get into the passenger seat and greet him with a wide smile. Once I buckle up myself, I realise that the car doesn’t move at all and Baekhyun is busy admiring me. 

He smirks silently and starts to drive the car with his one hand on the steering wheel. Baekhyun being extra annoying yet attractive nowadays. I think my heart needs to be stronger whenever he tries to make it beating like crazy. 

“Where are we going?” I curiously ask as I turn to look at him. 

Baekhyun stealing a few glances from the road, “COEX Mall. We’ll get our lunch first and we can roam around the mall. You can shop too if you want,” He suggests to me.

“Have you been to any cinema recently?”I ask him. Baekhyun shakes his head a few times. 

“Then, can we watch any movies after we have lunch? It’s been months since the last I step on the cinema though. Pretty please?” It’s my turn to suggest but I didn’t realise that I sound like a begging child. Baekhyun lets out low chuckles before he nods his head. I squeal softly in excitement because he allows me to watch a movie. And I couldn’t wait to watch the movie with Byun Baekhyun for our first time. Together. 

“What are you going to do during our first-semester break, Baekhyun?” I question him and savour a spoonful of spaghetti. I ordered spaghetti carbonara while he, on the other hand, ordered lamb chop. He forces me to eat at the western restaurant so here we are right now. It’s quite fancy but Baekhyun offers to treat me but I opted the less pricey food for my lunch meal. 

“I don’t know? Probably staying and chilling at my house. And, playing video games I guess?” He answers while looking at me eating. 

“Only playing video games? Sounds so boring. Boo~” I mock him as I giggle that makes him chuckle. 

“Okay. At least, my holiday will become so hectic with my work shifts and might only get home only to sleep.” I finish my last bite and wipe off my mouth with a clean cloth. Baekhyun nods his head, hearing me diligently while trying to finish his food up. 

“I’ll visit you often. No worries because I think I’m going to miss your coffee if I don’t get any during the break.” He confesses that he loves the coffee drinks that I make so much. After hearing his confession, I only able to chuckle softly. 

I’m about to ask further about where he lives now and is he staying alone or with his family. But, Baekhyun makes me cancel my plan because he calls the waiter to ask for the bill. Once the waiter comes with the bill, Baekhyun doesn’t check on it but instead, he straightly gives his credit card. Now, he makes me more curious about his background. Maybe, he was born in a rich family so I don’t doubt that from the way of his living. 

“The cinema, shall we?” He asks and I say ‘yes’ straight away. 

We head straight to the cinema as we stare at the current movies showing on the monitor screen. “What are we going to watch?” I move to stand in front of him as I ask. Baekhyun is obviously taller than me because my chin is approximately at his shoulders but our height differences are perfect. He looks down to face me, staring into my eyes differently. 

“You can choose anything that you want to watch, Hanbyul. Because I’m going to look at you during the whole movie,” He answers. I hit his chest lightly because he’s trying to be cheesy and it’s not good for my heart’s health. Baekhyun breaks into laughter and pushes me to the counter. “Go and choose anything. I don’t mind.” He says.

I roll my eyes and finally choose a movie; Five Feet Apart. It’s a melancholic romance movie and I’ve been anticipating to watch it. So, this is my chance. He is willing to pay the tickets because he keeps repeating that he already promised me to pay everything for today. And I couldn’t stop him. Once we’ve got our tickets, I excused myself to go to the ladies’ room while waiting for our movie hall. 

When I leave the ladies’ room and head back to Baekhyun, I’m seeing him talking with a woman. She has her hand on his shoulder as she was kinda close to Baekhyun. But, he doesn’t budge at all. I walk towards them as when Baekhyun realises I’m back, he calls my name. 

“I’ll see you later. Goodbye, Baekhyun oppa and enjoy your movie!” She bids goodbye and Baekhyun just plasters a smile. 

“Who is it? Your friend?” I curiously ask him. 

“Yeah,” He simple answers. Suddenly, our hall has been called. “Let’s go in already.” 

I follow him from behind and walk to our hall. There are only a few people in the hall as I sit comfortably besides Baekhyun. We wait for the advertisements to play before the movie starts so I already open the popcorn and start munching. As I tilt my head to offer the popcorn, Baekhyun stares at me. 

“Popcorn?” I offer and he suddenly opens up his mouth. Is he expecting me to feed him? What should I do? 

I give the whole popcorn to him, “Feed yourself, big boy.” I giggle when I can see him pouting even though the hall is currently dark. He scoffs softly and digs into the popcorn, munching them. The movie starts as I have my full attention on the big widescreen. While busy eating and drinking, I feel kinda uncomfortable. I slowly turn to face him, Baekhyun’s currently looking at me. 

“Why are you staring at me?” I go closer to him and whisper because I don’t want to get scolded by the others from talking loudly. 

“I already told you that I’m only looking at you.” He says. My heart stops for a second. 

“Come on, Baekhyun. It’s a great movie!” I partially beg and force him to watch the movie as Baekhyun chuckles softly before averting his gaze to the screen. I continue to watch the movie when I confirm that he will not stare at me because he will make me go all flush. And I couldn’t focus on the movie afterwards. 

 After the movie ended, I have my eyes swollen with tears because the movie got me wailing hard and Baekhyun can only offer his napkin to me. We leave the hall and I still have my red eyes. He has his hands keep in the pocket as he chuckles. 

“Are you laughing at me, Mr Baekhyun?” I stop in my tracks and glare at him. Baekhyun changes his expression from a happy to normal face. I ignore him, leaving him behind as an act of revenge. He chases me from behind. 

“Where do you want to go next? Shopping?” Baekhyun walks right beside me while waiting for my answer. 

When I was about to do so, someone calls my name. “Hanbyul!” 

“Oh my god! Kim Jongin!” I jog to the person and hug him into my arms. Baekhyun was left clueless at behind, witnessing me hugging a guy right in front of him.

[perspective-series]

Meta Perspective (6)

By: @arc852 and @hiddendreamer67

Warnings: Fear, not listening/being ignored, being trapped, crying, and panic

(Check the reblog for the links to any future chapters)

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 Virgil exited the classroom with a sigh. Today had been a long day, more so knowing he had Amanda in his pocket, but now it was finally over. He waited by the car, knowing Patton would be out any minute. 

 He glanced around to make sure no one was around before sneakily taking a peek down in his pocket. “You doing okay?” He asked, eyes going from her to around him cautiously.

Amanda blinked, putting a hand up to block out the light after spending so many hours in the pocket. “I’m fine,” Amanda mumbled, feeling a bit tired. 

Virgil let out a sigh of relief. “That’s good. Just hang tight, we’ll be home soon.” Virgil explained. He let the pocket close and as he did, Patton walked up to him. 

 “Ready to go! How’s Amanda doing?” He asked.

 “She’s good but I think she’s itching to get home. I know I am.” Virgil said and then hopped into the car, Patton close behind. Virgil, in the driver’s seat, started the car and headed back to the apartment.

“Yeah, imagine that.” Amanda scoffed. The day was like one long heart attack with all the fear of human interaction, combined with the absolute boredom of sitting in the dark all day. Virgil didn’t even go to any interesting classes.

 When they finally got home, Virgil very carefully lifted Amanda out of his pocket. Immediately, Patton went up to her. He gave her a kind smile. “How are you doing?” Patton asked.

Amanda gave him a weird look. “I’ve been stuffed in a pocket all day, how do you think I’m doing?”

 Both humans winced. “I-I know, I’m sorry about that,” Patton said, sending a disapproving look towards Virgil. Virgil ducked his head slightly.

 “Right, sorry. I just...didn’t want you trying to leave and hurting yourself even more.” Virgil tried to explain himself.

“I’m not stupid you know.” Amanda chided. “I wouldn’t do something like that.” Of course, she had been planning to do exactly that, but Patton and Virgil didn’t need to know.

 “Well, how about I make us something to eat?” Patton suggested. It was a little late for lunch and dinner was right around the corner but they could have a little snack to munch on until then. “Have any ideas?” Patton asked, looking directly at Amanda.

“Me?” Amanda looked surprised to be included in such a decision. She never got to decide what to eat, except in terms of deciding what to borrow and that was limited to what humans made available.

 “Of course! Name anything and I’ll go see if I have it.” Patton grinned. He had a feeling Amanda never really got this kind of food and wanted to give her as much of it as possible.

“I mean, I really like fruit,” Amanda admitted. It was delicious, but rare for her to get because it was often kept refrigerated and it spoiled quickly.

 Patton hummed. “Fruit, got it! I know we have some strawberries in the fridge, definitely.” Patton smiled and went to go grab them. Meanwhile, Virgil was just now realizing he was still holding Amanda.

 “Oh, right, you probably want to be put down.” He knows he would want to be, after spending so long not on solid ground. He set her down on the table.

“Right, thanks.” Amanda shifted, noting that the wooden surface of the table was a lot less comfy than Virgil’s palm. Of course, it was also a lot safer, so Amanda preferred the table.

 Virgil nodded and Patton came back with a plate of strawberries cut in half. He set the plate down and sat, Virgil following suit. “There we go! This should hold us over until dinner.”

 Virgil smiled at him. “Thanks, Pat.” He grabbed a strawberry and popped it into his mouth.

Amanda limped over to the plate, grabbing a half strawberry for herself. She took a big bite, smiling as a bit of juice ran down her face.

 Patton chuckled. “Good?”

 Virgil reached over and grabbed a paper towel, ripping off an edge and holding it out for Amanda wordlessly.

“Delicious.” Amanda ignored the paper towel, instead taking another large bite and looking Virgil in the eye as she made a further mess of herself.

 Virgil couldn’t help but chuckle at that. He decided to just set the paper towel down near her. “Well, it’s there if you need it.” He said, taking another strawberry.

 As Patton swallowed his bite, he looked between the two. “So! You guys have anything you want to do today? Virgil, do you have homework?”

 Virgil shrugged. “I mean, yeah but it’s fine.” 

 “Virgil…” Patton said and Virgil sighed.

 “I’ll get it done, don’t worry. But, for now, I’m down for not doing it.” He chuckled. Patton rolled his eyes playfully and turned back to Amanda. 

 “So? Any ideas for what to do today? Nothing too strenuous though, of course.” He said, looking Amanda and her injuries over.

Amanda kept her lips sealed, tactfully distracting herself with finally cleaning her face. After all, her preferred activity would be going home, but that didn’t look like it was gonna happen any time soon.

“...I’m kind of tired.” Amanda shrugged, hoping that if she were to nap the humans would leave her alone.

 “Oh! Well, we could always set something up for you so you can take a nap.” Patton said. “Did you want to do that?”

“Oh, I’m definitely tired.” Amanda made a show of stretching her arms up, giving a yawn. “That sounds wonderful.”

 “Cool! Where did you want us to set it up?” Patton asked. “I can offer my bedroom, or we could make it out here in the living room?”

 Virgil shrugged. “My room is open.” 

“I think your room would be best, Patton.” Amanda gave him her kindest smile. That bedroom was out of the way, with a fairly accessible hidden entrance. Not to mention, Patton seemed to be the less suspicious of the two humans.

 “Sounds good!” Patton held out his hand for Amanda to climb on. “Virgil, could you go find that fluffy blanket? I think it’s up in the hall closet.”

 Virgil nodded and went over to look.

In the meantime, Amanda situated herself into Patton’s hand.

 Patton lifted his hand carefully and brought her into his room. He went over to his bed, figuring that would be the most comfortable, and set her down. Virgil came in a second later with the blanket. “Here you go, Pat.”

 Patton took it with a grin. “Thanks, Virgil!” He turned back towards the bed and situated the blanket so it was a nest shape. “There we go. How does that work?” He asked Amanda.

Amanda ran her hands along the soft fabric, a slight pang of jealousy going through her. It really would be a comfy bed.

“It’s perfect.” Amanda thanked him, climbing into the center for show.

 “Great! Then we’ll leave you alone until dinner is ready.” Patton turned to leave but Virgil stopped him. He was looking at Amanda warily.

 “Pat, are you sure we should just...leave her out?” Virgil asked hesitantly. Patton frowned.

 “Of course kiddo. She knows better than to try anything and risk hurting herself. Right, Amanda?” He turned back to her with a smile.

“Oh, of course.” Amanda batted her eyelashes for good measure, pulling the blanket around herself to appear even more small and innocent. “You’ve proved your point, I was just too stubborn to realize this is for my own good. Thank you both for doing my thinking for me.”

 Virgil narrowed his eyes at her but Patton didn’t seem to notice the sarcastic undertone, despite Amanda trying to hide it. “See Virge! Nothing to worry about!” He started to push Virgil towards the door.

 “We’ll leave you to your privacy now!” Patton called out. Virgil wanted to argue but knew it was no use. Instead, he gestures that he was watching Amanda before the door was shut.

Amanda breathed a small sigh of relief, grateful to have some privacy. Of course, as comfortable as this blanket was, she couldn’t stay here. Virgil was clearly suspicious, and Amanda had to take advantage of this time alone while she had it.

…

Okay, maybe a few more minutes in the blanket wouldn’t hurt.

 Patton dragged Virgil over to the living room and sat him down to watch TV so he wouldn't bother Amanda. Honestly, he didn’t understand how Patton could trust Amanda so much. She was stubborn, after all. And she had been very adamant about leaving before. It was why he took her to school with him.

 Patton just liked to see the best in people. But sometimes it blinded him. So Virgil waited a bit before sneaking off with the excuse to use the bathroom. Instead, he opened the door to Patton’s room to check to see how far Amanda had gotten in escaping.

 To his surprise, she was still in the little nest and by the looks of things, maybe even asleep. Huh. Maybe Amanda realized it was better for her to stay here after all. Virgil took one last glance at her before shutting the door and heading back.

***

 Allison sighed, head against the glass as she watched Logan hyper-focused on his studies. He had glanced over at her a few times but hadn’t said or done anything else since he had put her in here. She hated it but she was too nervous to try and say anything else. Besides, she highly doubted it would work. 

 She was dreading Roman coming home, knowing that was when they would all talk and her fate would be decided for her. But at the same time, she wanted something to happen already.

It was a long time yet before Roman entered through the front door, positively fuming.

“You forgot to pick me up!” Roman exclaimed, sulking into the kitchen.

“...oh, my apologies.” Logan had the decency to look sheepish. “It slipped my mind.”

“Oh, I’ll give you a piece of my own mind-!” Roman stopped mid-sentence, spotting Allison. “...why is Allison in a jar?”

 Allison ducked her head, bringing her knees up to her chest. Oh gosh, she wasn’t ready for this. She wasn’t ready to have her whole life taken from her.

“Well, she kept trying to run off.” Logan sunk further into his chair, noticing the way Roman glared at him.

“You could have just watched her.” Roman huffed, picking up the jar.

 Allison heart rate picked up as Roman grabbed the entire jar, lifting it and her up. She glanced down for a moment before quickly taking her eyes away. She did not like being able to see the floor through the glass. Nope. No thank you.

“I attempted to do so but it proved futile!” Logan insisted.

“No, you just wanted to pay more attention to your books.” Roman rolled his eyes, tilting the jar upside-down and placing his palm beneath.

 Allison's eyes widened but she had no time to brace herself as she tumbled down and into Roman’s hand. She groaned slightly but quickly sat up and glanced shyly up at Roman with a mix of nerves and fear. She found that she was trembling as well but she couldn’t stop it, no matter how much she wanted to.

“Aww, it’s okay.” Roman cooed. “Mean ol’ Logan won’t hurt you anymore.”

“I’m right here.” Logan deadpanned.

“How about you and I just spend some time together, hmm?” Roman suggested, heading to the living room. “That would be fun.”

 Sure, Roman seemed like a good alternative to Logan right now but she still didn’t want to be alone with any human. She shook her head. “I-I want to go home.” She tried. Maybe Roman would listen better? Probably not, though.

“How about we watch a movie?” Roman said, ignoring her request. He sat down on the couch, leaning forwards to grab the remote. “Any suggestions?”

 Allison squirmed, heart dropping lower in her chest. She was being ignored once again. “I...I don’t know.”

“Hmm….” Roman scrolled through the various films, wondering what Allison would like. His eyes lit up, spotting Lilo and Stitch. “Ooh, I think you’ll like this one.”

 She probably would but she wasn’t sure if she could enjoy the movie in her current situation. She squirmed a little more. “P-Please...I just…” I just want to go home.

“Oh, come on Allison.” Roman set her down on the couch cushion next to him, giving her a sympathetic smile. “This will be fun, I promise.” He pressed play on the remote, leaning back into the couch.

 Allison let out a little sigh, looking up to glance at the TV for a moment. Whatever was happening on screen was so fascinating. She just wished she could actually enjoy it. She glanced up at Roman, seeing how into the movie he was. Wait...this might be her chance. 

 With Roman distracted by the movie and Logan still in the kitchen, maybe she could actually escape!

 ...Well, probably not. But she had to at least try.

 She carefully stood up, keeping one eye on Roman before heading to the edge and starting to climb down. She had to make sure she didn’t go to fast though, despite how much she wanted to. She didn’t have her hook and she didn’t want to fall.

“Now, see, this is where it gets really good,” Roman explained, leaning forwards with his eyes still glued to the screen. “Just wait, it’s coming up in a moment.”

 Roman had looked at her yet. She still had a chance! She continued until her feet hit the floor. Her eyes lit up, was she actually going to make it.

“There!” Roman clapped his hands excitedly. “Did you see it?” Roman turned to gauge Allison’s reaction, but of course, Allison was not there. Roman’s eyes widened, quickly catching sight of Allison on the floor.

 Allison’s eyes widened, looking up in time to catch Roman’s eye. She froze for a second but then booked it underneath the couch. She was so close!

“Wait!” Roman wasted no time diving to the floor, pressing his face up against the floor to see. It was dark underneath, and for an anxious minute, Roman found he was blindly flailing his arm around. He sighed in relief when he felt a living form, quickly curling his fingers around Allison.

 Allison couldn’t help it. She screamed. “No! Let me go!” She cried, struggling within the grip. Tears escaped her eyes, she had been so close. Right next to her exit, in fact, when Roman was able to grab her. She just wanted to go home.

Roman became alarmed at her pleas, pulling Allison back into the light. “Allison, please, calm down!”

 “No! I-I want to go...go home! Let me go!” Allison yelled, still crying. Her tears were coming out in waterfalls now, hot against her cheeks as they slid down her face.

“I...I…” Roman was at a loss of what to do, looking down at Allison with an almost panicked expression.

“What’s all the commotion?” A worried Logan asked, speed walking into the room. He crouched down, trying to gauge the situation. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Roman insisted. “We were just watching a movie, and then she ran under the couch, and… oh Allison, please don’t cry…”

 Her crying was full-on sobs now, she just couldn’t help it anymore. As soon as she saw Logan come in as well, she knew it was hopeless. 

“Roman, stop restricting her!” Logan insisted.

Roman did as he demanded, looking just as worried as they stared at the sobbing mess of a girl resting in Roman’s palm.

“Allison, are you hurt?” Logan insisted, leaning closer.

 Allison shook her head as she continued to cry. She was trying to calm down enough to speak but her emotions were overwhelming her right now. So much had happened in just a day, she was finally letting it all out.

“Allison…” Roman reached out to comfort her, but Logan stopped his hand.

“Set her down,” Logan explained. “Give her space.”

Roman nodded, setting Allison gently down on the couch cushion.

 Allison was thankful when she was set down and she curled into herself to let the crying run its course. After a few more minutes her sobs quieted and the only sound coming from her was her shaking breaths.

The room slowly became quiet, the movie having been paused long ago. Roman and Logan looked at each other, unsure.

“How are you feeling?” Roman asked quietly, breaking the silence.

 Allison didn’t look up as she shrugged. “I’d say fine but then I’d be lying.”

Logan let out a tense sigh. “Perhaps we have been a bit….brash.”

“Indeed.” Roman murmured. All he had wanted to do was spend some time hanging out with Allison, and yet even that had ended up with Allison in hysterics.

“Allison, perhaps we can come to an agreement.” Logan offered.

 Her eyebrows furrowed at that and she glanced up at them. “An...agreement?”

“If you simply answer a few questions, we will let you leave,” Logan explained. “Is that fair?”

 Allison groaned and looked back down. Yeah, she wanted to leave but not...not like that. She couldn’t reveal anything about the others. About Amanda. “It...depends on what you ask.” She ended up saying. Maybe they...wouldn’t ask about any of that? 

 Ha...Allison laughed at the thought. 

“Fair enough.” Roman nodded. He was curious too, but he knew that though this might be his last chance to ever see a person like Allison, he wouldn’t feel comfortable keeping Allison around against her will. 

“Do you want to go first?” Logan offered. “I need to go grab a notebook.”

“Oh, sure. Umm….” Roman pondered it a moment, waiting for Logan to come back. “Well, can you tell us what you are now, Allison?”

“I’m curious about that myself.” Logan murmured, opening to a clean page and pulling out a pen.

 Allison bit her lip. She knew that was going to be a question. “I...I really shouldn’t…” It was against the rules, after all.

“Hmm.” Logan pondered this a moment. “Then perhaps we should start with what information can you share?”

 Allison blinked. What could she share? “Um...well...m-my name is Allison but uh, yeah, of course, you knew that already um…” She couldn’t help but stutter as her nerves took over. “I-I live in the walls, have for some time now…” What else was there?

“...anything else?” Roman pressed. 

 “Um…humans aren’t supposed to see people like me. We’re supposed to stay hidden away for our...for our own safety.” Allison hugged herself. “I know now more than ever why that rule was put into place.” She said quietly.

“Apologies.” They both had the decency to look ashamed of themselves. 

“Where are you going to go now?” Roman asked. “I mean, will we see you again?”

 “No,” Allison said, knowing for sure that they wouldn't. She only realized after she said it, that it could affect them letting her go. Still, she continued on. “I’ve been seen...I have to move away now.” After she found Amanda, of course, they were both out of there.

“Where will you move?” Logan pressed. “Will it be dangerous?”

 “Probably,” Allison admitted. “It’s...It’s always dangerous.” At least it wasn’t winter. But fall could still see snow and she hoped that didn’t happen. “As for where...well...me telling you kind of defeats the whole…point.”

“Oh, of course.” Logan looked a bit sheepish.

“Is there any way we can assist you?” Roman offered. “I know we’ve been terrible, but...I certainly don’t want you to get hurt because of us. I mean, you don’t have to move, do you? What if we just leave you alone?”

 Allison clung to her own arm, looking down. “Would you really though? Be able to leave me alone?” Allison sighed. “I know you humans. You’d constantly be looking around for me to pop up. And if you actually saw me, would you be able to...to not do anything?” She asked and despite whatever they answered, she knew the real answer.

“Of course we would!” Roman insisted.

“If that is what you desire, I’m certain we can make those accommodations.” Logan agreed. “It may take a period of acclimation, granted.”

 And that’s what she thought they would say. Of course, how could she trust them to uphold that? She shook her head. “I don’t have a choice.” She said. “It’s the rules. I have to leave.” She didn’t really want to leave but she also didn’t want to stay, knowing Roman and Logan knew about her and could potentially find and catch her again.

“Rules?” Logan seemed to become more interested. “What rules?”

 She wasn’t thinking as she spoke. “Borrowers have these rules we have to follow. Like to not be seen, don’t talk to a human, and if you are, then you need to leave. Those are the main ones. The most important.” Allison explained.

“Borrowers?” Roman repeated, raising an eyebrow.

Meanwhile, Logan was frantically scribbling away in his notebook.

 Allison’s eyes widened as she realized what she had just done. “No! I mean...I, no, I didn’t say that!” She tried desperately. 

“Yes you did, approximately 43 seconds ago.” Logan reminded her, still focused on his writing.

 Allison groaned, putting her head in her hands. “Would it be possible for you to pretend like you never heard that?” Allison asked, voice slightly muffled.

“Absolutely,” Roman assured her. “Our lips are sealed.” He made a zipping motion in front of his lips. When he saw that Logan wasn’t going to copy the motion, Roman leaned over and did it for him.

 Allison laughed a bit at that but quickly covered it with a cough. “Anyway...is that...is that enough questions? Can I go now?” She had basically already revealed everything she wasn’t supposed to. She didn’t want them to somehow find out about Amanda too.

Logan and Roman looked at each other.

“...I have no further questions.” Logan announced. “At least, none that I believe you would be willing to disclose, and I will not pressure you further.”

“Same goes for me.” Roman sighed. “But...please consider the offer to stay. We really will leave you alone.”

 Allison sighed. “I’ll...think about it.” She lied. She then turned to Logan. “Can I have my hook back, please?”

“Ah yes, of course.” Logan retrieved it, handing it over. “My apologies.”

 Allison just nodded carefully taking the hook from Logan. She held it close to her, happy to have it back. She then went to the edge of the couch, as far as she could away from the humans and began to lower her hook and climb down it. Sending nervous glances towards the humans as she did. Just waiting for them to suddenly spring forward and stop her.

But neither human made a move, going so far as to avert their eyes to give her some privacy.

“...lovely weather we’re having.” Roman murmured.

 Allison made it to the ground and quickly took her hook back, wrapping it up and hanging it on her belt. She then wasted no time in running under the couch. Without another word towards the humans, she went back into the walls.

“Indeed.” Logan sighed. “Now I do believe she has truly departed.”

“Do you think she’ll stick around?” Roman asked, daring to be hopeful despite his mood.

“Outlook doubtful,” Logan admitted, heading back to the kitchen.

 Allison stopped for a minute a smile on her face as she realized she was free. It was the best feeling in the world.

 Now, all she had to do was find Amanda and get the heck out of there.

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Clint 14

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Ignoring the pain in his arms and chest, Clint pulled Nico into his lap, burying his face against his matted hair. “Oh my god... Hi...” his voice was guttural and rough from the abuse he’d put it through. There was no response, but Nico’s spirit was like a balm against his, soothing the jagged edges created by his disappearance.

Nico’s cheeks were pink, blue sigils stark against his skin. Clint took a deep breath and shivered. The smell of infection was faint, and coppery blood still tinged the air, but he could smell Nico beneath it, like metal and smoke was a part of his skin.

Evan stood on shaky legs next to them, the tremor obvious in his stance. “Come on, let’s get him up and out of here, we need to leave before the cops get here and see a group of supernaturals with a glowing human.”

Clint nodded, standing slowly so he didn’t disturb Nico. “Are you going to get Kristy and Brian?”

“Yeah, bud, go get in the car, you think you can manage the door?”

Clint nodded, staring at Nico’s face, basking in the peace he felt when the bruised chest moved. Nico twitched in his arms as he stepped into the hallway, and he froze, a jab of unhappiness making him cringe. Nico twitched again as Clint shifted, jaw working against his bicep. His eyes had closed, brow and nose scrunching like he’d smelled something awful.

Picking his way through the mangled kennel, he sent a wave of reassurance through the bond, trying to soothe the feelings he was sure were coming from Nico. “I’m sorry, Baby, we’ll get you somewhere you can sleep soon, I promise.”

Kristy’s car hadn’t moved far, protected from the devastation by a miracle. He sighed in relief when he saw that the bloody blankets had been removed.

Nico whispered a whine as he was settled onto the car seat, and Clint pillowed his head against his forearm, trying to make him comfortable. “It’s okay.... it’s okay, Darlin’, I know... you’re safe now, it’s okay... I won’t let him near you ever again.” Clint murmured the reassurances into Nico’s ear, trying to find a balance between himself and Nico’s flickers of emotion.

Nico’s face slowly smoothed, and he nudged at the bond, scared it would fade away again. A thump made him turn, growling quietly.

Kristy’s pale face was visible at the trunk, arms laden with a heavy looking box. When she made her way to the door closest to Nico’s feet, he could see her face clearly, her brown eyes were bright, cheeks stained with mascara and fresh tears as she opened the door slowly. “Clint, is it— is he—?”

Evan and Brian opened their doors, jostling the car, and Nico shifted, turning into Clint’s bicep. Kristy’s face scrunched, fresh tears pooling in her eyes as he moved. “Oh.... I—I thought— I thought Evan might’ve been wrong.” A happy sob tore from her throat as she stumbled into the car, careful of Nico’s feet as she shut the door behind her.

Huffing, Evan started the car. “Why on earth would I be wrong about that?”

Brian snickered in the front seat as they pulled away. “Because you’re old and need your eyes checked?”

Squawking, Evan smacked at Brian’s knee and the siren snorted louder, Kristy joining in as the two slapped at each other. Clint felt his lips twitch at the sight, and turned back to Nico as they devolved into a fog of giggling. The air sobered again as the post adrenaline high began to wear off, the occupants turning solemn.

“Evan, where exactly are we going?”

“I plan on taking him to the pack house. Maybe Martin went there after you attacked—”

Clint snarled, rumbling the car. “He will not be getting anywhere near Nico. Do you understand?”

“No, quite frankly, I don’t, he was trying to help, maybe this blue whatever—” a wry hand flailed from the driver’s seat, “—is a result of what he was trying to do.”

“He’s the one that took Nico.” His canines descended as he rumbled through clenched teeth. He continued despite Brian and Kristy’s exclamations of disbelief. “He admitted it! Said he had plans for him. When I find that man, I will tear him apart slowly and roll in his entrails.” He clenched his eyes shut and took a shuddering breath, tinged with Nico’s scent. Nico was alive. He needed to stay with him, he couldn’t leave to tear the man apart.

The older man stared into the rear view mirror, uncertainty clouding his face. “Martin? You’re sure?”

Clint nodded slowly, gaze boring into Evan’s.

Licking his lips, the vet pushed his glasses to the top of his head. “Well, that’s certainly a problem. No wonder you were having such a hard time controlling yourself.“

Evan pulled his glasses from his head, rubbing briskly at his graying hair. “Since the cops are the number one danger, I doubt Martin will make a move any time soon, it still leaves the pack house as the best option.”

As Clint opened his mouth to argue, Evan raised his voice. “Not to mention, we need to get him settled as quickly as possible. He’s still not stable enough for us to be moving him this much.”

A watery cough from Nico proved the man’s point, and Clint dropped the argument. He’d be there to protect Nico either way.

They rumbled to a stop not ten minutes later, and Clint’s stomach churned at the sight of the desecrated house. A faint growl disturbed the quiet car when Clint saw the porch swing that had held Nico’s battered body, ropes dangling from the swaying structure.

Kristy sent him a shaky smile as she exited the vehicle, face pale as she and Evan went to the trunk gathering supplies. Clint lifted Nico carefully, wincing when there was a rattling moan, Nico’s lashes fluttering against his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Darlin’, we won’t move you again for a long time, okay? Not until we can get you something to make you feel better, huh?” Clint paused briefly before making his way up the steps, shoulders and ribs throbbing in pain.

Brian cringed dramatically as Clint rounded the railing, throwing his hands in front of him. “Oh my god, you’re naked. Dude.”

Clint growled at Brian’s attempt at lightening the mood. “Stop being a child and open the door, you’ve got the same appendages as me, you dick.” Sweat beaded on his forehead as he waited, damaged arm shaking.

He ignored Brian’s guilty look, entering the cabin-like house and immediately placing Nico on the chaise lounge Clint slept on when he was in town. He made sure Nico was set up against the reclining back, the easiest position for him to breathe in, before starting to back away. Nico’s eyes fluttered as he went to stand, a small mewl filtering from his throat.

“Hey, Sugar, hey...” shushing his mate, he rubbed small circles against the skin above the rapidly beating heart.

Nico’s trembling breaths slowed as Clint murmured in the quiet living space. “C..lin..?”

“Hey there, Darlin’.... hey... you scared me...” speaking softly, Clint continued to rub Nico’s skin, marveling at the bruises that had started to fade with the blue sigils, the occult markings barely visible now.

Nico’s eyes flickered, the unfocused gaze slipping across his face as he started mumbling, fear lacing his words.. “Nnnnt..... ‘tay...”

Clint grunted as a foreign sense of dread consumed him, clutching at the fabric chair hard enough to rip as he took a shaky breath. “I’m not going anywhere, Sweetheart, I promise. I won’t let anything hurt you again.”

Tears trickled down Nico’s cheeks, rolling through the still prominent sores. “...no.. Mmmmter....” weakly shaking his head, Nico raised a trembling hand to Clint’s, clutching at the larger one. “Be..g’d...”

“Darlin’... you don’t have to be good. Just rest, okay?” Clint forced the words from his tight throat, struggling for control since the other man was too weak to guard himself.

The dread trickled away as Nico relaxed minutely, making him sag, head drooping to rest against Nico’s temple. The smaller didn’t make any sounds for a long moment, breathing shallowly.

The others entered quietly, setting a few boxes in the kitchen. Evan approached after rummaging through the boxes and started checking bandages, gently moving blankets. Nico stirred under the ministrations, gasping as Evan pulled at a particularly sore injury.

“Mmm....’bram?” Nico’s turned his head, eyes rolling as they tried to focus.

Clint kicked himself, wishing he knew more about Nico’s life. Who was Bram? Was he important to Nico or was he delirious and confused? “No, Sugar, it’s just us. Who’s Bram?”

A watery sob made Nico shake, and Clint cringed at the need that started to burn in his chest. “Ple....’lease... Abmm..”

“Okay, Sugar, I’ll find him, don’t worry, sniffing stuff out is what I do, right?” Biting his lip, Clint continued to rub circles into Nico’s chest as his panting grew worse. “Just rest, Sugar… I’ll fix it.”

“Hang on, I think this’ll help.” Evan attached a syringe of medicine to the catheter still in Nico’s neck and pushed the plunger slowly.

The dread snuffed out as Nico’s breathing grew steadier, the crinkle at his eyes loosening. Exhaustion surged in its place and Clint shook his head as his eyes threatened to close, fatigue pulling at his throbbing muscles.

Evan placed a practiced hand on his tender shoulder, and he flinched, snarling weakly as the man started manipulating the joint. “You should lay down, you’ve lost a lot of blood and that shoulder doesn’t look great. I think you could both use some rest.” Evan raised a brow, indicating the lounge chair holding Nico. It was big enough for two.

Brian threw him a pair of pajama pants as he stood up, and after dressing, he crawled hesitantly up into the chair. When Nico didn’t stir he crawled closer, laying a hand against Nico’s chest to feel the beat of warm blood through his mate’s body.

Nico turned his face towards Clint, unconsciously maneuvering himself to lean against the wolf’s chest.

“Right.... that’s right, Sugar... ” Clint pressed a small kiss to the matted hair and let sleep take him.

[blurry-fics]

I’ll Always Have Your Back

Characters: sibling!Tyler Joseph, family friend!Josh Dun

Warnings: Blood, mentions of violence & bullying, description of injury (not very graphic), profanity, general angst

Word Count: 3213

Request: Can I get a Tyler sister fic where something happened (idk what) but josh( basically your other brother) saved you from it and you try to pretend it didn’t happen then Tyler finds out and angst and sibling fluff at the end please -Anonymous

Author’s Note: This is also a highschool!AU. I considered breaking this up into two parts, but didn’t want to make you wait a week for part two, so instead you get a super long one shot this week! I hope you enjoy it :) (picture credit)

You winced as you brought a hand to your cheek, gently feeling around for the source of the pain. Your fingers eventually met raw skin, sending a new jolt of pain through your face. When you pulled your fingers back, there was blood smeared on your fingertips.

You bit back a sob as you pulled your knees to your chest, revealing a number of new sore spots. Echoes of the insults the girls had thrown at you rattled around your mind, sending a fresh wave of tears down your cheeks, making the scratches sting more. Your stuff was still scattered across the pavement, now mostly crumpled or ripped. At least the wind had died down from earlier in the day, you didn’t have the energy to chase your homework around the field.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

Your head flicked up, looking for the source of the noise. Already, you were scrambling to a standing position and looking for somewhere to hide in case the girls had decided to come back for a second round. The scratches and bruises they had already given you were going to be hard enough to explain to your family as it was.

The figure rounded the corner before you had a chance to find a spot to hide. His mess of brown hair was a welcome sight and you nearly collapsed from relief. He came running towards you as soon as he spotted you standing in the middle of all your strewn papers.

“Y/N, there you are,” he huffed, reaching forward to grab your arms. “I heard some girls talking about beating someone up and thought I caught the end of your name. Are you ok? Is that blood on your cheek?”

You nodded sheepishly, looking up at him so that he could see the scratches on your face. He was the only one you had told about the girls who had been tormenting you for the last few months, mostly because he was the only one you trusted enough to not escalate the problem.

“What happened?”

“I-It was those girls. I was walking home and I had headphones in so I didn’t hear them coming a-and they cornered me and beat me up,” you choked out between sobs. “I couldn’t do anything, Josh. I was terrified so I just laid there and- I can’t go to school tomorrow. Not after this.”

“Hey, come here.”

Josh pulled you into his chest. You wrapped your arms around his middle, allowing your body to relax completely for the first time all day. It was safe as long as he was around, Josh would be able to protect you.

“Do you need anything?” he asked.

“I just want to go home.”

“I’ll drive you.”

Together, you and Josh gathered up all your school stuff and put it back into your backpack. Josh offered to carry it for you and used his free arm to wrap around your shoulders. You were glad he did it, though you would never say that out loud. It made you feel protected.

“Let me move the stuff out of the front seat, hold on.”

You glanced around the parking lot while Josh leaned over the driver’s side and tossed his own bag and jacket out of the way so that you could sit. As soon as the stuff was out of the way, you slid into the car and locked the door behind you. Even with Josh next to you, you weren’t running any risks.

“Go ahead and pick whatever music you want to listen to. There should also be some napkins in there, if you want to get the blood off your face.”

“Thanks, Josh.”

He nodded and pulled out of the parking lot. You grabbed a napkin out of the glovebox and pulled down the visor so that you could use the little mirror to clean your face. It also provided you with the first clear look at your face. A couple bruises were already beginning to form where you had been hit, right around your eye and cheekbone. Thankfully, you had been able to get your arms up to cover your face before they landed too many hits, but it hadn’t been enough to stop you from scraping up your cheek when they pushed you to the pavement.

“This is going to be impossible to explain to my family,” you sighed, lightly dabbing at a couple beads of blood on your cheek.

“Why don’t you tell them the truth?”

“Are you kidding? My mom would flip and call the school and that won’t do anything aside from making the entire situation worse.”

“You can always transfer. Or do online school. You can’t keep letting yourself get beat up like this, Y/N. It’s dangerous. You need to put a stop to it before it escalates more.”

“You think I don’t know that?” you snapped, flipping the visor back up. “It’s not like I want to practically sprint home every day to avoid getting verbally assaulted or beat up.”

“Why don’t you wait at Tyler’s basketball practices?”

“Tyler said the coach wouldn’t let me. Besides, what’s to stop the girls from showing up at practices?”

“There’s people there.”

“There’s people walking home, too.”

“Then let me drive you home every day,” Josh suggested.

“It’s out of the way for you.”

“I would rather drive a little extra every day than learn you’re in the hospital because some girls decided to take things a little too far. You’re like a sister to me too, you know.”

“Maybe,” you shrugged, leaning forward to grab Josh’s CD case. “I’ll just keep a better eye out next time and not wear headphones.”

“Y/N…”

“I’m done talking about this,” you said, never letting your eyes leave the CDs.

“Ok.”

You eventually found something you wanted to listen to and slid it into Josh’s radio. It made familiar mechanical clicking sounds before the CD started to play.

“Good choice.”

“Thanks,” you said, zipping the case back up and stuffing it into Josh’s messy glovebox. “Hey, why were you at school late today, anyway?”

“I had to talk to one of my teachers about a project. I was about to leave when I saw those girls hightailing it out from behind the school, so I nonchalantly walked past them, heard your name and them talking about beating someone up, and then came running.”

“Oh, well, thank you. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come and gotten me.”

“I’m always going to look out for you, Y/N. And I know Tyler would do the same.”

“Right.”

The rest of the car ride, which was hardly more than a few minutes, was quiet. Once Josh pulled up outside your house, you twisted back - a bit uncomfortably, you might add - to grab your backpack and pull your house keys out of it. Your siblings, aside from Tyler, would most likely already be home, but it was your goal to get inside and upstairs without being seen by any of them.

“Thanks for giving me a ride home, Josh,” you said, already halfway out the door.

“No problem. And hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Please talk to Tyler about what happened.”

“Ok,” you answered, knowing it was the only way to get him off your case.

“It’s going to be fine.”

“I know.”

Josh smiled as you closed the door and walked inside. He waited until you had opened the front door before driving off, just to make sure you got inside safe. 

Your entire body tensed as you stood just inside the door, not quite closing it yet. You listened carefully, trying to figure out where exactly each member of your family was in the house. From the sounds of it, Maddy was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework and your brothers were up in the den playing video games, like usual. You closed the door, making sure to lock it behind you, and then ran upstairs and directly into the bathroom.

“Hello?” Zack called.

“Hey, Zack!” you answered, glancing at the door to make sure it was locked.

“Oh, it’s you, Y/N! I didn’t know what was happening because I heard the door close and then someone went sprinting up the stairs.”

“It was just me! I drank a ton of water during last period and had to pee really bad,” you said, hoping it was a convincing lie.

“You’re home late!”

“I ran into Josh after school and we talked for awhile! He gave me a ride home, too.”

“Ok!”

You waited to see if Zack would say anything else, but you only heard their video games start back up again. Your shoulders dropped a little and you immediately opened the medicine cabinet, grabbing at whatever supplies you thought you might need. By the time you were done, you had a small assortment of tools on the counter in front of you to deal with your injuries.

You lost track of how long you were in the bathroom, pouring peroxide onto your cuts and examining your body for new bruises. Eventually, everything that needed to be attended to was and all of the supplies were back in the cabinet, sitting exactly as you had found them. You pulled your dirty shirt back on, grabbed your backpack, and quickly shuffled out of the bathroom and down the hall to your room.

Once in the safety of your room, you once again stripped out of your clothes and pulled on an oversized sweatshirt that you had stolen from one of your brothers. It hung well past your hands and the hood was oversized, making it harder to get a clear look at your face. You would have to cover the marks with concealer before you were called downstairs for dinner, but you wanted to try and get some of the swelling down before you did that. Your torn jeans were also traded out for a pair of comfy leggings that were less stiff when you tried to move around in them. The dirty clothes ended up stuffed in the back of your closet where your mom wouldn’t accidentally end up finding them

You were halfway out of your room to make your quick trip to the kitchen when you heard the front door open. Whoever it was dropped a ton of stuff next to the stairs with a thud and swung the front door closed. It was loud, making you jump a little.

“I’m home!” they called.

Tyler.

You immediately dove back into your room and shut the door before he could come upstairs. He would know something was up immediately and start asking a million questions, all of which you wouldn’t want to answer. Thankfully, after a short stop in his room, you heard him walk into the bathroom and start up the shower. You took this as your opportunity to run downstairs and grab a bag of frozen peas from the freezer.

“What are you doing?” Maddy asked. You had almost forgotten she was at the kitchen table.

“Getting a snack,” you said, pulling your hood a little further over your face as you looked for the peas.

“From the freezer?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“That’s weird.”

“I was just seeing what my options were.”

You quickly glanced at Maddy to see if she was still looking at you. She had turned back to her homework, so you grabbed the peas and stuffed them into the pocket of your sweatshirt where they would be less visible. For added effect, you walked over to the snack cupboard and grabbed a packet of goldfish.

You walked as fast as you could without arousing suspicion all the way back to your room and shut the door again. The packet of peas was a relief on your swollen cheek, if not a bit cold. Not wanting to keep your arm up to hold the vegetables on your cheek, you walked over to your bed and leaned back so that gravity would keep them in place.

You were scrolling through Tumblr, trying your best to ignore the combination of physical and psychological discomfort from your day, when there was a knock on your door. Panic flooded through you and you immediately rolled onto your side with your back to the door, hiding your face from the view of whoever had come to see you.

“What?” you asked, trying your best to sound annoyed.

“Can I come in?” Tyler asked.

“Why?”

“I need to talk to you about something.”

You didn’t like the sound of that.

“About what?”

“I don’t know, but Josh told me I should come talk to you once I got home.”

“Dammit,” you muttered. “No, you can’t come in.”

“Why not?” Tyler asked. His tone had become more defensive.

“Because I said so.”

“Alright, you leave me no choice.”

You sat up at the sound of your door opening, temporarily forgetting why you had tried to stop him in the first place. Tyler closed the door behind him and turned to face you; what little happiness he had on his face was gone in an instant. As soon as you realized why he was making that face, you scrambled to cover your injuries with your hand, as if it would do anything.

“Who did that to you?”

“Nobody. I fell.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Y/N, I’ve fallen and been shoved and tossed around in basketball and I’ve never had an injury that bad. Someone deliberately did that to you.”

“No, they didn’t. I fell on the pavement when I was walking home. It isn’t a big deal.”

Tyler crossed the room and grabbed your wrist, pulling it away from your face. You knew there was no point in fighting him, wrestling matches from your childhood taught you that Tyler could move your arm if he really wanted to. You might as well give in while his touch was still semi-gentle.

“I’m not going to ask again: who did this to you?”

“Just some girls in my grade,” you said, unable to meet his eyes. “Ty, I swear it isn’t a big deal.”

“Isn’t a big deal? Y/N, you have a black eye coming in and scrapes all across your cheek, and that’s just what’s visible. They attacked you. This is a huge deal.”

“I don’t want it to be,” you said, already feeling the tears coming. “I just want to be left alone. That’s all.”

“Hey, hold on.” Tyler bent down so that he could make eye contact with you. “Listen, I’m not going to contact anyone about this if you don’t want me to, but we need to figure out how to stop this. I won’t sit idly by while people beat you up.”

You wrenched your arm out of Tyler’s grasp and buried your face in your hands. They were shaking from the effort of holding in sobs so as to not alert the rest of your family that something serious was going on.

“I just want it to stop, Ty,” you repeated. “I want it all to stop.”

Tyler stood up and took a seat on the edge of your bed next to you. Carefully, he scooted closer and wrapped an arm around you.

“Is that ok?”

“Can you move your hand down a little? You’re on a bruise.”

Tyler did as you asked, once again checking that it was ok. You nodded.

“Can you run me through what happened?” His tone had become gentle again.

You carefully described what had happened to Tyler, from leaving school to Josh finding you and taking you home. It took awhile because you kept pausing to take deep breaths and calm yourself down enough to keep talking, but you eventually made it through the entirety of the story. Tyler held you close the whole time, waiting patiently whenever you needed a break.

“This isn’t the first time they’ve been mean to you?”

“It was the first time they got physical, but they’ve had it out for me since the beginning of the year.”

“Do you know why?”

“They just think I’m weird,” you shrugged.

“What?”

“They think I’m weird. I don’t know why.”

“Well, you’re not weird, Y/N. In fact, you’re one of the coolest people that I know and I’m glad you’re my sister. We’re going to get something figured out about this whole situation, ok?”

“I’ll talk to Mom and Dad about it soon. I just don’t want them to contact the school and make things worse.”

“I’ll back you up and make sure they don’t.”

“Also how am I going to explain this?” you asked, gesturing to the bruises that were still on your face.

That reminded you to grab your bag of peas and hold it to your face again. Tyler laughed a little as you did so.

“Easy. We were playing basketball in the driveway and I threw the ball to you, but it hit your face and gave you a black eye.”

“And the scratches?”

“You fell when I was trying to get you inside to ice the bruise. It was a rough game for you,” he laughed.

“Way to make me sound like a klutz,” you joined his laughter, reaching out to shove at his shoulder.

“Hey, it’ll get Mom and Dad off your case.”

“I suppose.”

“And for real, Y/N, I’m going to look out for you, ok? Josh will too. If you ever need us at school because you’re worried something is going to happen, don’t hesitate to come find us. Neither of us want you to get hurt and we can both be intimidating.”

“Josh, maybe. I’m not so sure about you,” you giggled.

“Hey, I’m trying to be nice,” Tyler smiled, reaching forward and pulling you into his chest. One of his hands reached up to ruffle at your hair, though it was difficult for him when your head was covered by a hoodie. “Don’t ruin the moment.”

“Thanks, Tyler. It really does mean a lot. Josh said he can start giving me rides home when you have practice, so I think I might take him up on that offer.”

“Good idea.”

Tyler released you from his grip. You rolled your shoulders, stretching out a few places that were steadily growing more sore. 

“We have your back, Y/N. You aren’t going to deal with this alone.”

“I know. Sorry I took so long to tell you what was going on.”

“It’s ok.” He reached out and rested a hand on your back. “It’s hard to talk about, I get it.”

“Yeah.”

There was a slight pause as you both sat on your bed. Tyler was the first to break the silence.

“Mom needs those peas for dinner, you know.”

“Well I’m going to keep using them until she comes up here and demands them from me.”

“Good plan,” Tyler said sarcastically. “Now what do you say we go play some video games while you ice your eye?”

“I think that sounds like an actual good plan.”

Tyler held a hand out to you and helped you stand up. You fell into step with him and allowed yourself a small smile. It was a nice feeling, knowing that someone out there had your back.

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Shatter Me - Chapter One

Title: Shatter Me

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 3710

Summary: The Winchesters were your world. After joining their hunter ranks, you quickly became attached to the brothers. After a successful hunt, you insist on going out celebrating with the boys – only for a loose end to catch up with you. You’re trapped in a world without hunger, thirst and the Winchesters. With the brothers beside themselves, they make preparations to say goodbye until Dean starts to connect to you through his dreams. Little do they know that you’re much closer than they think…

Warnings: 18+, Mentions of alcohol, mentions of smut, language, bit o fluff, slow burn, angst

A/N: Ok guys, here it is - Chapter One of my first ever SPN fanfiction! I’ve had to split this chapter into two as it was around 9,000 words (oops) If you are reading this, thank you so much for giving me a moment of your time! It is a bit of a slow burn (ish) but I hope you will enjoy it! 

Also any mistakes are my own, please do not repost my work anywhere however reblogs are fine and welcome :) 

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Chapter One

With a slam of the Impalas trunk, it was the sure satisfying sound that this hunt was over. You looked to the side of you to see Dean with a smug smile on his face. It wasn’t a simple case by any means, but it was a case with witches which always provided a bit of a challenge. Dean looked at you and winked to which you rolled your eyes. You had been with the Winchesters for just over a year, coming together when you were both hunting a pack of werewolves and you managed to save the brothers from an ambush. 

You only agreed to join them on a couple of more hunts as you enjoyed flying solo, but the boys had their convincing ways. Sam was impressed with your researching expertise and your way around a laptop and Dean, well Dean was impressed with how you carried yourself. No fuss, no drama, just a lady who knows her way around weaponry and monster lore. When the day came where you were going to part ways, the boys drew up and pretty convincing list of why you should stay with them. So here you are, a year later and about to hop in the back of Dean’s Impala to head home with the brothers who you considered family.

You walked to the drivers’ side of the car, your hand resting on the sleek silver passenger door handle as you looked towards the town. Sure, you could hop into the car and do the twelve hour journey back to the bunker but you were feeling the buzz, the adrenaline from the hunt. You didn’t want to waste it sitting in the back seat, annoying Dean as he was driving and asking Sammy a thousand questions to test his lore knowledge. No, you wanted to drink, dance, sing terrible karaoke and maybe even get laid.

Dean noticed your hesitance as he opened the driver’s door “You alright sweetheart?” He questioned, the term of endearment towards you making you smile.

“I’m fine De, but…” You hesitated and looked past him again, towards the town “I’m just not ready to go home yet. Let’s go to a bar, celebrate, we did good today” You suggested, earning a slight chuckle from Dean. He looked over towards Sam who was leaning against the passenger door frame, looking your way.

“What you reckon Sammy? Whisky, Women and a fine motel room?” Dean grinned, swinging his car keys around his finger.

Sam smiled and nodded “Sure, why not, we could use a break”

You jumped on the spot excitedly before getting into the back of the impala, it had been a while since your last bar crawl. Sure, you weren’t planning on getting absolutely wasted but you wanted to let your hair down and have some fun. You heard the roar of the impala and leaned back into your seat, fingers playing with your hair. Tonight would be a good night.

You caught Dean’s eye in the rear view mirror and saw the gentle creases of his eyes as he smiled warmly at you. Your stomach flipped. In secret, you loved those little glances he gave you, the way his voice sounded when he called you sweetheart, the way he had grown to become protective over you on hunts. You always carried yourself as this strong, independent, knowledgeable woman but the hunter life was lonely and Dean…well Dean just got you. He was the one man that you didn’t have to be strong around but, you wouldn’t let him know that, his head was big enough without you inflating his ego even more.

Yes, you liked Dean Winchester but you know that he would never like you back. You were his best friend, his little sister and you had become comfortable with the fact you were friend zoned a long time ago. That didn’t mean that you don’t still crave his attention, the little touches and in jokes you had between you. You knew tonight you were going to make just that little extra effort just to earn a double glance, it was like a drug you craved, something that kept you going day to day. Then when it comes to the evening and inevitably, you watch Dean go home with some busty toned woman, you’d strap on your armour and find yourself a distraction from your Dean addiction. A mediocre night with a random stranger who would give you an alright orgasm and then leave to go about his business.

You scoffed under your breath at the thought, stretching a little in the backseat as the impala pulled up in the motel parking lot. Maybe tonight would be a little different, maybe Dean would glance your way for a change, maybe there would be no toned busty beauties that would hold his attention. Maybe, just maybe you’d admit your feelings towards the eldest brother. You looked at your hands in your lap, fiddling with your fingers at the thought. Like hell that would ever happen.

Your thought process was broken by Sam opening the Impala door “I’ll go grab us some rooms” he announced, a spring in his step as he approached the motel reception. It’s nice to see Sam let off some steam once in a while. He was mostly all work and no play so when nights like this happened, you were always determined to ensure Sam had a good time.

You leant forward, arms leaning on the bench seat in front of you before ruffling the back of Dean’s hair, earning you a slight scowl from the green eyed Winchester. You chuckled, a smile playing on your lips as you watched his half ditched attempt to sort out his hair. What you wouldn’t give to be able to run your fingers through that hair every night, tugging it slightly as he came down onto you. You took a deep breath and willed the thought away, this man was far too perfect for you to be under, at any given time.

You looked back to Dean, who was still attempting to get his hair back in the perfect position and you nudged him gently “So, you gonna be on the prowl for ladies tonight Winchester?” Why, you thought. Why do you do this to yourself every single time? It’s like you enjoy torturing yourself over the things you couldn’t have. But you couldn’t help it, you had to ask these questions, hoping that maybe one day, he would surprise you with his answer.

Dean stopped looking in his rear view mirror and turned to look at you “Who knows, maybe. Play your cards right sweetheart, it could be you I’ll be coming back with” He winked, a small smile playing on his lips as his eyes scanned your face.

You grinned and looked down, doing anything you could to prevent the heat from blushing your cheeks. He made the same joke every time. Same old Dean, same old answer, same old blush.

“Oh honey, do you ever get bored of giving me that answer? You know I’d break you” you winked back. Two could play at this game and you wanted to wipe that shit eating grin off his face.

“Not if I broke you first” He replied, his grin getting wider as his eyebrows wiggled suggestively.

You couldn’t help but snigger at his actions all the while squeezing your thighs together to prevent the arousal that was beginning to pool between your legs. The thoughts flowing through your mind weren’t exactly helping. The thought of Dean fucking you into the mattress until you couldn’t walk straight, the idea of him pinning you up against a motel wall and ripping off your underwear only to feel his three day old stubble grazing your thighs…yeah…not helping.

“…and how would that go exactly?” You countered, your voice wavering only slightly not wanting him to catch on to the effect he was having on you.

Dean smiled and pulled his bottom lip through his teeth and he looked away, chuckling. There wasn’t many a time where Dean wouldn’t come back with some sort of smutty remark so you considered this a victory. You smiled wider as you leant back into your seat, the flirting was nothing new. Hell, you and Dean did it all the time. Sam had more than once mentioned that Dean had met his match and he had no idea who had the dirtier mind.

The impala door opening brought you from your thoughts and you smiled as Sam ducked his head down just through the frame “There is only one room left for tonight but it has two queen beds and a sofa bed”

Sharing a room with the boys wasn’t nothing new, it had happened on more than one occasion. All of you rotating around so you share the comfort of the beds and the un-comfy sofa bed equally. You grabbed your duffel from the side of you, exited the Impala and walked around to Sam who held the key in his hand.

“Well...dibs on the first shower!” You declared, snatching the key from Sam’s hand before bolting towards the motel door.

“Son of a bitch Sammy!” Dean shouted “Grab the bags” He declared as he jumped out from behind the steering wheel and started running after you.

Looking over your shoulder you giggled as you saw Dean making chase. Childish as it was, this happened near enough every time you stayed at a motel. It was a race for the first shower and if you were honest, you weren’t much for getting into the shower after two grown men had done god knows what under the hot pressured spray. Oh yeah, you’ve been in that situation before. Hearing rugged hushed moans through the bathroom door as you waited for your turn to wash off the monster guts, only to be greeted with an orgasm glowing doe eyed Dean when the door swung open. Now as nice as the image of naked Dean jacking off in the shower was, it wasn’t with you or on you so going into the shower which had been the scene of his one handed show, made you feel a little uncomfortable. Who knew if he’d washed it all away this time? What if he missed a bit and you stood on it? The thought made you shudder.

You reached the door and desperately tried to get the key in the hole, stifling laughter as you did so. Your heart was thumping in your chest as you saw Dean in your peripheral vision catching up to you. You were just about to turn the key in the lock when Dean’s body was pinned up against your back, holding you up against the door. His arms reaching for yours as he pulled you backwards laughing as you screamed and kicked your legs out. You managed to wriggle one arm free and turned to grab hold of Dean’s ear, pinching it ever so slightly making him lean to one side “Ahh dammit Y/N!”

You laughed as you saw him squirm enough to let go of your other hand so you took your chance to get him into a headlock, only to have Deans arms circle around your middle and under your legs, lifting you into a bridal position with no effort what so ever. A squeal left your lips and you started to wriggle, making it impossible for Dean to keep his hold of you. You looked to your left to see Sam squaring in on the door with the bags in hand and you knew you couldn’t let either of them win this war.

You wriggled free of Dean’s grasp just as Sam opened the lock and you ran as fast as you could towards the youngest brother. Just as Sam opened the door you were through but his large hands caught your wrist “C’mon Sammy, let me go and I promise I’ll support whatever healthy eating habit you’re on and all of the food runs I do over the next week will be to salad bars”

Sam let out a hearty laugh as he watched your eyes widen when you saw Dean walking closer towards you. “You really think I’m going to let you win after that promise Y/N? Rabbit food, really?” Dean shouted, a boyish grin painting his face.

You silently pleaded with Sam whilst smiling and just as he let your wrist go, Dean came charging into the motel room and practically tackled you onto the bed.

“Sammy go, go!” He shouted, all the while pinning you down and stifling laughter. Dean was near enough straddling your waist and you couldn’t control the heat that suddenly flushed throughout your body. You struggled as Dean fought to restrain your hands above your head, albeit you struggled half-heartedly as this position was a delight to be in. You huffed as your struggles slowed but you caught Dean’s eyes as you did so, your movement slowing completely. His beautiful green orbs were staring straight into you, they held a softness that you don’t get to see very often and it calmed you. You felt the heat rushing into your cheeks as his eyes bore into yours and your breathing became laboured. The more you tried to keep it steady, the more unsteady it became.

The moment was over as quickly as it had started as the sound of Sam picking up his bag and running into the bathroom quickly gained the attention of you and Dean. You watched as Sam strode to the bathroom with ease, a smug smile on his face aimed towards you as he shut the door, the sound of him locking it signalling your defeat. You threw your head back onto the bed, your hair spraying over the cover “Oh come on, I dibbed it you assholes”

You sighed in frustration, albeit friendly but still, was it too much to ask just to shower first ever now and again? You threw your head to the side, your stare very much focused on the bathroom door. Dean chuckled as he looked down towards your submissive form “You take ages in the shower, admit it” He teased, his hands still firmly pinning yours to the bed.

You rolled your eyes as you slowly brought your head back to the centre position, your breath hitching in your throat as you noticed that Dean seemed to be closer to you than he was before. His hips and lower stomach were just grazing over yours, the tight black shirt he was wearing showing the toned figure underneath, the red flannel shirt he was wearing over the top was open and was hanging either side of your frame, the sleeves rolled up just before his elbow.

You would be lying if you said that your underwear wasn’t a little bit damp right now. Dean was close enough so you could see the few freckles that dusted across his nose and cheeks, his scent of mint, leather and gun powder was intoxicating. You tried to compose yourself, clearing your throat and confidently looking him in the eye “Well I have to make myself look pretty somehow, beauty sleep doesn’t cover it on its own” You said it as best and as confidently as you could, trying to throw the green eyed Winchester of any scent that would scream that you were attracted to him.

Dean grinned slightly as his eyes scanned your face. It wasn’t the cocky shit eating grin you were used to when it came to this flirting rodeo. It was soft, sweet and sincere. He huffed slightly as he broke eye contact, his gaze travelling down to your lips “You don’t need to make yourself look pretty sweetheart’”

Before your brow could crease with confusion, the shit eating grin spread across his lips and you were back in familiar territory “Aww sweet, that some sort of compliment?” You shot back, you wrists wriggling in his grasp.

Dean let out an exasperated breath and looked down, you always had a hard time believing you were beautiful. Dean would watch you on nights out at a bar, backhanding compliments men gave you, deflecting them in some way. You were never vocal about how you felt about yourself, especially in front of the boys. You always thought they would think you were fishing for a compliment, which you weren’t. You saw yourself as normal, not drop dead gorgeous, just normal. You liked food; carbs and grease. You liked the occasional beer and whiskey. You liked that you wore minimal make up every day because it made you feel damned good when you decide to go all out. That was you and you were happy with that, unbeknownst to you, so was Dean.

You felt Deans grip around your wrists loosen which snapped you out of your ten second thought. His head was still dipped low and as you shifted your view slightly, you saw he had a perfect view of your breasts and he was taking it all in. How they rose and fell with each steady breath. A smirk found its way onto your lips as you had found your advantage. You moved your legs slightly ensuring they were in the position you needed them to be in. You silently thanked your past self for dressing in a tank top just so you could take advantage of it for this moment. You clamped your legs either side of his hips and in one swift motion, you’d rolled him over onto his back, your hands now clutching his above his head, your breasts dangerously close to his face.

“Goddammit sweetheart” Dean almost growled. He was surprised, impressed and incredibly turned on. He had no idea how you hadn’t seen or felt the growing bulge in his jeans. He wet his bottom lip with his tongue as he looked up at you.

You dipped your head lower, your gaze switching between his eyes and his lips. You purposefully brushed yourself against his chest, lowering yourself just enough to whisper in his ear “Your first rule of fighting Dean, don’t get distracted”

Within seconds, the bathroom door had opened and you jumped off Dean, grabbed your duffel and practically shoved Sam out of the room. You locked the door behind you, turned around and leant your back up against it. The throbbing between your legs was getting a bit too much to ignore. You felt like a giddy teenager all over again, you were just missing the female best friend and the late night phone call where you curl your hair around your finger. You and Dean always flirted, always play fought, you’ve trained together and been that close before. Why was this time any different? You pondered that thought as you gently bit your lower lip, you enjoyed his weight on top of you, and enjoyed being the weight on top of him. Turning on the shower, you started to undress. Maybe it was your turn to have a little fun of your own under the hot water.

Back in the motel room, Dean sat himself up on the bed, his hand rubbing the back of his neck slowly. He looked up to see Sam staring at him, a bemused expression on his face. “What?” Dean stated flatly.

Sam sniggered, his eyebrows raised “What was all that about?”

Dean rolled his eyes as he ran his hand through his hair “What was what about?” He replied, a slight annoyance in his voice.

The youngest Winchester shook his head as he stuffed his clothes from the hunt back into his duffel bag “Dude, Y/N was straddling you when I opened the bathroom door” Sam stated, a coy smile on his face.

Dean scoffed “We were just… play fighting” It wasn’t a lie, it started off as just play fighting however the thoughts that were going through his mind as he pinned you on the bed were somewhat explicit. Maybe he just needed to get laid tonight, he thought.

“Yeah right” Sam chuckled, noticing Dean’s faraway look “So does play fighting normally include you looking so flustered?” Sam teased as Dean locked eyes with his younger brother. Dean felt the tips of his ears turn pink and he frowned in annoyance.

“What-shush Sammy. You don’t know what you’re on about” Dean snapped as he began to take off his boots.

Sam suppressed his knowing smile, it had been clear to him for a while that his big brother had feelings towards you, even though you both called it harmless flirting. Although Sam knew that his brother would never admit to such a thing, always putting everyone else before himself “Uh huh” Sam sighed as he sat in front of his newly set up laptop, intent on distracting himself with some research on any nearby cases before they headed out for the night. As much as Dean would deny it to Sam, or to anyone, he had started to feel differently around you. He enjoyed the harmless flirting, he enjoyed training you at the shooting range back at the bunker and he enjoyed the nights out you all had together. The more he thought about it, the more he realised that he just enjoyed spending time with you. Dean took a deep breath and he sighed, running a hand over his face before finishing by scratching at his stubble. You had stirred feelings within him that he hadn’t felt for a very long time, feelings that he was currently trying to disguise by pulling on the material of his jeans as discreetly as he could.

Whatever these feelings were, he knew he had to supress them and push them deep down. You couldn’t know how he felt and neither could anyone else. He couldn’t have a weakness that any demon or monster could take advantage of. He kept telling himself in his head that he didn’t deserve you, he couldn’t bear to be without you, and so he needed to keep you safe. That meant keeping you at arm’s length.

That was the right decision, wasn’t it?

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[jeonjagia]

To Save a Life- Chapter 3

You:

I wake up slowly, the affects of the drug wearing off leaving me groggy. Feeling cold metal, I come to the realization that my hands and feet are tied to a chair. Pain pulses in my leg, and I look down to see a four inch cut in it. Where am I? I think to myself. Kidnapped stupid, I reply to myself. Blinking a couple of times, I notice a bright light being shown at me. Hearing footsteps I look around to see who they come from and where. They eco, so that means it's a big place. "So, you're Luna," a voice says in the background. "Do you know about the shadows?" it asks. "N-No," I reply. "Of course you wouldn't." I'm scared. What is going to happen to me? "Have you heard of midnight?" it asks again. I shake my head in response. I hear a sigh. "You have never heard of them?"He asks again. I still shake my head. "Ok, have you heard or met a Min Yoongi or a Suga as he likes to be called?" I freeze. Why are they so interested in Yoongi? The man notices my hesitation and asks, "so you have." A dark figure steps in front of me. "I'll take your silence as a yes." He responds. "Can I please just go? I am of no use to you." "No, I think you are hiding something." He says pacing around me. "So, Luna, have you ever been given a truth serum?" he asks. I shake my head. "Well, it can be very painful, if you don't give the right information." I jerk suddenly feeling a needle injected in my side. Wildly looking around I search for the person. "Shh, shh, calm down, it won't be that bad." He coos. I pant heavily, the drug taking hold. I can feel the pain starting. "So, when I ask you a question and you don't answer correctly, or if you don't answer, the pain will increase." I look up at him, "that's sick," I say trying to hold back the pain as it begins. "So, Luna, how do you know Yoongi?" I don't answer, waiting until the pain is too much to bear. "Uggg...mmm," I struggle, "I'm...married...to him." I gasp "Hmm," he responds still pacing. I pant from the pain as it subsides. "What does Yoongi do for a job?" I freeze. Even I didn't know that. This is unfair. "I-I don't know," I spurt out. "Now, now, we know lying doesn't suit you." He tsks. Now I feel the pain begin to start. "But, but that's the truth!" I say grunting. I cannot handle it anymore and am visibly grimacing. Then, I start screaming. "I can't!" I scream at him. "Stop, please stop!" "I can't, you can." he says calmly. "I told you the truth," I whimper wreathing in my chair. "Please make it stop!"

Suga:

Im on her trail, half because I have a hint where she is, and where they are taking her. Sprinting up the steps, I freeze suddenly hearing a blood curling scream. No...they aren't. Rage comes back to me pushing me to move forward. Searching frantically through each room I keep thinking to myself: "Where is she?!" I freeze when I find her. She's sitting, tied to a chair as a bright light shines onto her frame. Her head is thrown back as sweat pools in her collar bone dips. Blood spots the floor from a slash on her thigh. 'Calm down Yoongi" I think to myself. Staying in the shadows, I don't want to let them know I am here. I watch her as she pants hard, trying to stay awake. "It will all end if you tell me," a voice echoes in the empty room. I watch the man as he walks around her and whispers into her ear. She's too weak to shy away. Quietly I take out one of my knives and throw it knowing exactly where it will land: on the ground: a distraction throw. By the time he looks in my direction I have already moved. He stupidly moves to where the knife was thrown. Rolling my eyes, I hit him hard on the back of the head and he crumples. Hearing no more footsteps, I walk over to my Jagia. I pick up my thrown knife to cut her bonds. Angry red marks streak her skin where the rope was tied. 'I need to get her out of here,' I think to myself. She can't walk because of the cut on her thigh. Lifting her up, I exit the horrible building and head home; hoping no one will see me carrying an injured unconscious woman. I struggle opening the door, but I get it soon enough. I take her to the bathroom and lay her in the tub. I then gather towels and extra comfy clothes. I turn on the shower and position it so that it doesn't flow into her face. I then carefully slide her pants off, soaking a washcloth in warm water, I wash her wound. 'She's too weak to wake up,' I think to myself as I watch her sleep. Turning off the shower, I undress her so she is just in her under clothes. Then I take off my soaked shirt that sticks to my skin and throw it in the laundry. Crouching next to her on the ground I wait for her to wake up. She soon stirs and rolls her head around. Her eyes slowly open and she stares at her surroundings for awhile. Her gaze soon meets mine. "Yo-Yoongi?" she croaks, voice cracking from her screaming. "I'm here Jagia," I say softly as I stroke her face. "Yoongi, wha- what-," she pauses as she looks down and sees how she's dressed. She slowly looks back up at me. I smile, "yes, I did that," I say as I chuckle. She smiles, blush coming to her face. "You're cute," I state. She smiles as me shyly. "Stop," she insists as she moves to get up. "hmm-mmm, nope," I say pushing her gently back down. "You are too weak to walk," "But-," she protests. "You are too weak Jagia," I state firmly. She closes her mouth in defeat. I wash the rest of her gently and help her out of the shower. I dry and dress her in one of my shirts and baggy sweat pants then carry her to the couch. "Suga, wha-," I shush her, placing a finger on her lips. "No,no. I take care of you now," I say walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge. I find her breakfast from this morning and heat it up on a plate. Gathering her favorite drink, milk, into a large glass, I prepare a tray and place them on my lap for her to use. "What do you want to watch?" I ask pulling the control from its hiding place between the cushions. "Um," she trails off, thinking. I watch her as she picks at the hem of the blanket. "What about the one that we watched last week?" she asks as she looks at me, eyes hopeful. "Again?" she looks up at me, eyes full of pain. "Okay," I say quietly flipping through Netflix to find it. Pressing play, I snuggle up with her, moving the tray out of the way. Midway through the movie I ask, "Do you need anything else?" With no answer, I look down at her and see she has fallen asleep. My sweet Jagia, I think to myself before falling asleep with her.

You: I wake up slowly, leg still throbbing as it brings back memories of what happened last night. Looking down I see the tray is gone and Yoongi is gone as well. Throwing the blanket aside I swing my legs off the couch and try to stand up. I wobble for a few seconds trying to balance, and then try to take my first step. Searing pain explodes in my leg causing me to crash to the ground, palms slamming into the carpet. Biting my lip I try not to cry out in pain. "Jagia?" you hear Suga's voice call from the hallway. Once he sees you crumpled on the floor he rushes over to you and crouches down. "Jagia?" he asks placing a hand on your shoulder. I look at him, eyes beginning to tear up. "I'm-I'm sorry Yoongi. I know I shouldn't have tried to walk. I- I just-," then the tears burst forth and you sob into Suga, clutching onto his shirt.

Suga: I hold her as she sobs into my shirt, fingers clutching fistfuls of fabric. I know how she's feeling because I felt it once, but I am strong now. Once she has calmed down, she is reduced to trembling slightly in my arms accompanied by sniffling every now and then. "You okay now?" I ask softly. She nods in reply. "We have spent enough time here," I say lifting her up in my arms. "We're going to visit a friend." I state. "Who?" she asks quizzically. "The only one I trust," I mutter walking to the front door of the apartment. Then I remember the message smeared on the wall in her blood. I silently curse myself for not removing it before, but I was too preoccupied. "Y-Yoongi?" she says clinging to me. She still had not seen it. Ignoring her, I gather the keys to the apartment and wallet. I lock the door behind me with her help and head for the ground floor. Exiting the building, I head for the car and unlock it, setting my Jagi in the passenger's seat. Then I get into the driver's seat and start the car. I pull out of the parking spot and head to my destination. "Yoongi, where are we going?" she asks looking out of the window at the passing buildings in the lamp light. "To a friends," I say bluntly. The rest of the drive is silent. As we pull up to the house, I see my Jagi is asleep. 'Good, she needs it,' I think to myself as I turn the car off. Quietly, I get out and knock on the door. I wait until I hear footsteps coming from inside. The door opens and I look steadily at the newcomer. "What do you want Suga?" he asks looking down at me. "I need your help," "How do I know if you will kill me?" he asks squinting at me. "If I need you then why would I kill you?" I monotone looking him in the eye. "Cause I know you," he replies glaring at me. Sighing I blurt out, "The Shadows are hunting Luna. Why you may ask, I don't know. She was kidnapped and sliced. I need to keep her safe. Will you help me?" I say staring at him. He takes a second to think about it the slightly nods. Sighing in relief, I nod back then turn to head back to the car to retrieve Luna.

Luna: I wake up when I feel myself being moved, arms sliding under my back and legs. Opening my eyes I see Suga lifting me up and then he heads toward a house. "Yoongi, where are we?" I ask looking at the house. "My......Friends," he answers hesitantly. Knowing that will be all he will say, I lean my head back onto his shoulder and fall asleep once again.

Coming awake from my sleepiness, I notice I am in an unfamiliar room. Then I remember the events of last night...night? What time is it? Feeling my phone next to me, I turn it on only to be accosted by the bright light. Cursing under my breath, I turn the brightness down and see the time. 3:45 AM. Sighing, I toss the blankets aside and stand up from the comfortable bed. Balancing slightly, I walk to the door and quietly open it. Hearing voices in the kitchen, I decide to find out what secrets Yoongi is hiding and stay close to the wall to listen as I get closer. "Suga you can't keep her here if the shadows are looking for her. Sooner or later they are going to find her and will come to kill her. If they see that I had a part in it they'll kill me as well!" "I know, I know Jin," I hear Yoongi's stressed voice sigh. "I just need enough time to find a safe place," "What do you mean?" Jin questions. "I mean I have to tell her what I do sometime or later. Tonight's events are not just going to be forgotten." Suga says tersely. "Ok, but why her," Jin asks. "Isn't it obvious? She's my wife?" Suga points out. "What do you think she'll do when she finds out?" Jin asks quietly. "I don't know," is Suga's reply. "I better go check up on her, be right back." I hear a chair scraping the floor and realize Suga might find me listening. Backing up I make it look like I was walking up when Suga rounds the corner. "There you are Yoongi," I say faking relief as you look around the house. "Where are we?" I ask. I watch him as his eyes narrow for a second then he straightens asking, "How do you feel?" "Better than before, but I am hungry," I admit. He nods and places a hand on my back leading me to the kitchen. Turning the corner I see a tall man dark brown hair in somewhat swooping to the side bowl cut. He has kind brown eyes and a beautiful smile. "Luna, this is Jin, Jin this is my wife Luna," Suga says gesturing to Jin then to me. He then points to a chair and I take a seat. Jin follows. Suga then turns and prepares a plate of eggs, bacon, toast and some fruit for breakfast.....at 4:00AM in the morning...again.

Suga:

I stare down at her as I wonder how much she has heard. I know she was instinctively lying to me when she said she was "just walking up". I should have been more careful with what I said. She isn't ready to know yet. "Jagia, I know you don't want to talk about it, but what happened when they kidnapped you?" I ask casually. She freezes, fork almost to her mouth as she thinks for a second. "Um, the man was interested in you Yoongi," she says frowning at her eggs. "And what did you tell him?" I ask more forceful. "I-I told him that I was married to you," she says slowly eating the bite of eggs as she looks up at me. Why would he be interested in me? I ponder. I pace around the kitchen, before deciding to think elsewhere: heading for the living room. Suddenly as I turn the corner, a black clad figure jumps in front of me. I duck as it throws a knife with a sweep of his arm. "Jin get her out of here!" I yell as I throw a punch to the figure, knocking him out. A scream and glass shattering catch my attention, looking around I see no more intruders. I head back to the kitchen hurriedly only to see a figure holding Luna in a head lock, knife to her throat. Jin is unconscious on the floor. "Let her go," I growl at the figure, fists clenching. "No, not until we have found out everything," the figure responds. "She's married to me and she doesn't know anything!"I yell at him. "Are you sure?" he asks pulling the knife closer to her throat. She flinches. "Let...her...go," I growl through clenched teeth. "Hm, depends on what I get in return," "What do you want," I ask slowly. "Information," he replies. "On what?" I scoff. "Dragon Lair," he says. My eyes widen. "No, I don't know of anything to do with that place." I reply jaw clenching. "Why do you need information on that place?" I ask. "I need it because-," he cuts off as a knife hits his back and the falls out of the shattered window. A figure lands in his place and grabs Luna. He then pulls her out of the window and out of sight. "No!!" I scream as I rush to the window, but they are already gone.

[sunsetsor]

The Ride Home