#anytime i see that ear fold against his dad. i’m gone

[din-dadrin]

love is found in all the ways grogu’s ear flops and folds and presses up against din’s arm or shoulder or chest or any space they bend into to accommodate each other actually

[bonky-n-steeb]

𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐸

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴

𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆!𝘽𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 | 𝙈𝙊𝘽!𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬:  Your life is as good as it gets. The perfect husband, the perfect daughter, the perfect job. But what you are unaware is that your husband is a deadly assassin and your long-lost friend, now a fearsome mob boss is hell bent on getting you back. But what you don’t know can't hurt you, right?

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦:  psychological disorder, PTSD, domestic abuse, yandere, obsession, violence, cursing. If you find any of this triggering please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, sᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ

My previous account was deleted so I’ll be posting the stories again. I’ll be changing this one, so yeah.

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As the Winter Soldier entered the house, his instincts kicked in. The house was too quiet for his liking. He kept the bags on the sofa and started climbing up the stairs towards your bedroom. Oh, how much he loved you. You had never left his side, not when he lost his arm, not when the guilt became too much to live with and he cried his eyes out near you while you said sweet nothings into his ears. He wanted to keep you by side always, he wasn’t ever letting you go. Soon he was going to ask you to leave your job and stay at home looking after him and Iris.  

He couldn’t stand to see the tired look in your eyes, how you managed everything, your job, your kid, the house and most importantly him. In the beginning he was afraid you wouldn’t love him, that you would only love Bucky, but you loved him just as much; though you were unaware that he existed in Bucky. Bucky was an idiot to let you roam free and be away from him, especially when the world is filled with cruel people. He was a fool to let you be friends with Thor or any man in general. You were only his and Bucky’s. He was Bucky only, but he was much stronger and capable than Bucky. He was the one who would protect you, not Bucky. The Soldat loved you much more than Bucky ever could.  

As he opened the door, he noticed you were in the bathroom. As he entered inside, for a second even he was shocked. You were sitting with your legs folded and staring wide eyed at his computer. He noticed you were watching his files and videos and you were so dumbstruck that you didn’t even notice him standing at the door.  

But seeing you watch him do the deed sent a weird wave of pride through him. He wasn’t ever going to tell you any of this, after all it was highly confidential and your life could have been jeopardized. But seeing you now, watching his skilled work with awe, made his chest swell with pride. He deserved to get his work appreciated by his wife; after all, he had put sweat and blood in it, and you weren't even aware, but not anymore. What he failed to notice was that it wasn’t awe on your face, it was unadulterated fear.  

He could clearly see as your eyes filled with tears and you pressed a hand on your face. He knew you were scared, but he would tell you not to be. For you, there was nothing to be afraid of him. As you started to puke, he went and held your hair in one hand while with the other he quietly shushed you. The last thing he wanted was to see you suffer. He wanted to protect you, keep you safe from the world, not hurt you.  

After you emptied your stomach, you slouched besides the toilet and huffed loudly. The tears from your eyes weren't stopping. “Peeking in other people’s stuff ain’t a good habit, doll.” he said calmly as he folded his hands while leaning against the door frame.  

Your eyes widened when you realized that it was Bucky shushing you all this while. But why would he do that, now that you had found his secret. Maybe he was being merciful before killing you. Wait, he was going to kill you!!! You had seen top secret information and there was no going back. You averted your gaze from him as you stared at the laptop. Another video of Bucky’s murders running on it.  

You couldn't exactly make out what the video was as your eyes were filled with unshed tears. “He had a big ass fence and four huge dogs guarding the house. But well, all dogs can be lured by treats.” he said shrugging as if he was talking about your neighbors' dogs and not of the person he had killed. And you realized he regretted nothing; he was talking about murdering people with pride rather than guilt.  

“Make it quick.” your voice was barely audible as pathetic sobs escaped your eyes. The Winter Soldier titled his head in confusion, “And what made you think that I’m going to kill you?” you looked up at him with even more fear. “I wasn’t supposed to see all this. And I’ve seen enough movies and read enough books to know what happens when you see stuff you aren't supposed to.” you shivered violently at the thought.  

The Soldier chuckled dryly “You are right, if they know that you’ve seen all this, then they wouldn’t bat an eyelid in executing you. But... who is going to tell them? Not me for sure. I just need one promise, you aren't ever going to tell this to anyone, no matter what, no matter whose life is at stake. You are going to pretend you never saw any of this. Delete all this from your brain right now!” he ordered.

His commanding voice sent shivers down your spine, “I promise, I promise not to tell anyone....... I'm sorry, please.” you had no idea for what you were apologizing or pleading for. “It's okay.” he said with a faint smile as he picked you up gently and you wondered whether it was the same man capable of killing people in the blink of an eye. As you quietly sat on the bed, you dared not look at him; he on the other hand was lovingly staring at you.

You wanted to tell him to give up this job and start anew, but you knew this wasn't the right timing. “Don't worry, I’ll keep you safe. You don’t have to do anything. Just sign your resignation and I'll turn it in. You'll be safe in this house. You don't even have to ever leave it. The hospital doesn’t even pay you enough for your handwork.”

You looked at Bucky with shock and betrayal, you absolutely adored your work. You wouldn’t ever give up being a surgeon and saving lives. You had spent years trying to reach where you were today, and you loved doing what you did. How could Bucky ever say something like that. He was always so supportive but well, he wasn’t the same Bucky he once was.

“You wouldn’t ever meet any other man. Doll, you don't know how this world is, there are lunatics, murderers and all kinds of bad people. But I’ve vowed to keep you safe and I will. Just don’t, just don’t stop loving me.”  

“You are joking right? You don’t mean that... do you?” You asked unsure of his words. “Why would I joke about this?” Your heart beat so loudly that you knew he heard it. To keep you inside your house like a prisoner, had he lost his mind? You enjoyed your freedom more than anything. And at that exact moment you realized that Bucky had utterly and completely lost his sanity.

“You can’t do that! I love my job and I’m not resigning anytime soon. I have friends for Christ’s sake. I have a goddamn life James! What the hell do you mean I won’t see any other men?” You lost your cool. Enough was enough. He couldn’t control your life; you wouldn’t let him.

You took a deep breath; you didn’t want him to misinterpret your next words and ignore you. “James, I believe it should be the other way around. I think it’s time you drop being a hit man. It’s not safe...” at your words he tilted his head and squinted his eyes. But still you continued, “It’s clearly dangerous. The things you’re doing, they could jeopardize all our lives, you, me, Iris. And the way you kill...” you cleared your throat and shook your head.

“It’s not safe for your mental health too. Look Buck, you think I don’t know, but I know you secretly cry at night. You feel guilty, so just stop now. We’ll work it through before it’s too late.” You said while rubbing his arm.

“Think about Rissie, she misses her dad so much when you are gone. Maybe take a job where you won’t have to leave and you can be with her so much more. Also... the lives that you’ve... umm.... they are taking a toll on you. You are not present with us anymore Buck, you stare off and don’t give a shit as to what we say. And it’s not just me that notices. You get irritated so quickly, it’s difficult Bucky. But it can all change if you want, Buck.”

Soldat’s talented ears ignored every word you said and only paid attention to the fact that you care about him so much. He doubted that you would get hysterical knowing what he did, but instead you were worried for him. You were ready to forgive him. He was the luckiest bastard.  

You saw his love-struck expression and you knew he wants listening to you. “Bucky...!!??? Listen to what I’m saying! Leave that goddamn job!” You lost your cool and yelled at him.

“Do you know why I took that job? They gave me a chance! They gave me my arm back. I would’ve hated being a burden to you and now look, I’m capable to taking care of you. You don’t understand, I can’t leave that job. They gave birth to me.” Your heart ached at his words.

“Bucky, nothing matters if I’m gonna lose you...!!! You are all that matters. And working for Hydra hasn’t fixed you; it had broken you even more. I miss my Bucky. Please, ple....”

At your words, the Winter Soldier snapped his head towards you, “What did you say? Huh, you miss who?” You narrowed your eyes and you couldn’t quite get the meaning of his words. “What? I said I missed Buck, you were so sweet not controlling, I just...” you stopped talking seeing the deadly expression on his face.

“That idiot Bucky is not going to save you! It’s me! I’m the one who will keep you safe. I love you so much more than Bucky ever has. Don’t you understand. Bucky is weak and he is not coming back.” You winced at his cruel words.

“James, you are the Soldat right now? You.... you need help.” You stuttered. At your words Soldat lost his cool, couldn’t you understand and accept his love for you. He raised his flesh arm and slapped you across the face. What was in Bucky that wasn’t in him. He was right, you only loved him as you thought it was Bucky; you didn’t love the Soldat. But he was Bucky, too right?

“Bucky!!!” You held your stinging cheek. You might have tolerated his words but how dare he hit you? You weren’t the one going to sit back and take his shit. In the heat of the moment, you slapped him back. “How dare you?” you screamed at him. He just closed his eyes and took a deep breath; he knew he had messed up big time. The Soldat was scared of one thing: your anger and resentment in him. He hated when he upset you.

“James enough is enough. I’ve had too much of your shit! All I try to do is support you and care for you. I literally handle this house, a job, I look after Rissie, and I take care of you like you are a child. Not once have I ever complaint.

James, I love you so much, but it’s so taxing! Love is not supposed hurt; it’s not supposed to be one sided. I try everything I can to help you. But you? You just don’t care! All you do is come up with stupider excuses. Keeping me home? Making me leave my job? What the fuck is wrong with you?” You shook your head and pinched your nose.

“Look James, I can’t do this anymore. I think we should take a break. We both need to breathe. We need to take a look at things from a different perspective....” before you could continue, he snapped.

On moment you were trying to talk some sense into him and the next you were pinned to the wall with his metal arm squeezing the life out of you. Your eyes widened and you desperately tried to breathe, but he had blocked your windpipe. “Jame...” you couldn’t even continue your sentence.

The Soldat was furious. How could you? How could you suggest that he leave you? You didn’t need a break, you needed him. Only him. And he was going to prove it to you. He wouldn’t let you leave. You started banging your hands on his arm but it was of no use. His eyes were dead, like in the videos. And that scared you more.

Finally, your arms gave out and you were on the verge of passing out. Yet that didn’t stop him, he was a madman with a point to prove. But then a small blood vessel burst open in your left cheek. And when Bucky noticed that, he came back to his senses.

He quickly left his grip and ran back, bumping into the bed. You sagged back down the wall, wheezing. For minutes or for hours you couldn’t tell, you both didn’t dare move. You were shivering and sobbing. And he was contemplating everything, how could he?

He wasn’t the Winter Soldier right now, he was Bucky. Why did the Soldat had to ruin everything? He was fine till it was limited to killing, but ruining his marriage. What could he ever possibly do to make up to you?

Bucky was the first one to speak up, “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I... that wasn’t me; or maybe that was. I don’t know. I’m so confused. You were right, I shouldn’t have joined Hydra. I... I don’t know what to say, what to do.... ,,.... please say something, don’t stay quiet. Please.!” He pleaded with tears in his eyes.

“Tell me, tell me what shall I say so that you wouldn’t snap.” Your voice was hoarse and it was hurting to even say one sentence. “You are right, we should give each other space.” His heart broke to million pieces, but he knew it was right. The Soldat could come back any moment and he was too unstable to stay with you and Rissie.

“I’ll... uhmm.. I’ll leave. I can come here for an hour everyday till...” he suggested. “Please, please don’t. You are too scary. Think about Iris. Just go to Rachel, you’ve denied it for too long and look at us. If she says you are stable enough, come back anytime. But... not before.” Rachel was your friend and an excellent psychiatrist. “Oh, okay. Forgive me please. I’m sorry...”

“Leave please!” You quietly observed as he picked up his duffel bag, which was packed all the time for emergency, and left the room. You got up and followed him, all while thinking of the beautiful moments you shared with Bucky. “Goodbye.” He said and you nodded as he left the house in his car.

“Umm, are you okay? I was worried, I don’t mean to pry. I just heard some commotion.” Sam said as he entered your front yard. Sam was neighbor and a dear friend. He had moved in soon after you had. But you had known each other much before that. He used to frequently visit your hospital with one reason or another. You guessed he had a thing for one of the nurses but he never agreed. He was a light hearted person and you enjoyed his company.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I appreciate your concern.” you tried your best to smile. His eyes quickly went to the bruises on your neck. “You don’t have to be formal, tell me. We are friends. Are you fine? Do you need something.” You couldn’t stop your tears at his concern.

“I’m not fine, but I don’t want to talk about it right now.” You said wiping the tears off. “If you need me, anytime, I’m just one call away.” He gave you a warm smile. “Thanks Sam. I’m so glad you are my friend.”

“You are hell bent on giving me diabetes with your sweet words, lady. Take care of yourself. I’ll be right next door.” He said as he saw you walk into the house.

He quickly exited your house and removed his phone from his pajama. He had to make a call.

☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎

You were in your own thoughts. Bucky hadn’t once called you or showed up in the past six days. You had expected him to come back the next day or at least call.

As you walked back home from the hospital, you didn’t notice the huge Greek god of a man walk straight into you. “I’m sorry.” You said out of instinct without looking up.

You stopped right in your tracts when you heard a familiar yet much affirmative voice calling your name. You turned around and stared right into his eyes. He had changed, become much much bigger and stronger than before. But his eyes, they were the same.

“Steve?!” you asked with sudden excitement. He gave you a radiant smile which instantly improved your day.

Lost in the joy of meeting your long-lost friend, you were both unaware of the pair of eyes keenly observing your every move.

[stillebesat]

Code: Blanket (part 2)

Sanders Sides: Logan, Remus, Virgil, Janus, Patton Fic Type: Hurt/Comfort Prompt: “If you don’t know where to go, you can always come here.” with Anxceit? (platonic is 100% good for me) Blurb: A friendship doesn’t stop just because one person decides to act like a dick. Especially when said dick is obviously in trouble. Overall Fic Warnings: Homophobia talk, Neglectful/Abusive Parents implication, Capitol Riot references, Injuries Taglist in Reblog

Part 1

“Your son is sneaking out.”

If the weight of his husband settling on top of him in the bed hadn’t been enough to fully wake Logan from sleep, the gleeful tone of Remus’s voice in his ear and the words he spoke were certainly enough to do so.

He tilted his head to the side, squinting up at his husband’s shadowy figure looming over him, ignoring how his heart had jumped into his throat, leaving an aching cavity in his chest. “If our son is sneaking out after dark, Sir Night Owl.” He said, working to sound calmer than he actually felt. “Then that’s obviously your influence at work and your problem.”

Remus gave a low chuckle, kissing his cheek. “Lion Kinging me, Messire Early Bird? Fair enough. I accept.” He shifted to roll off the bed, only to pause as Logan grabbed his hand.

“Virgil’s never snuck out before.” He whispered, flinching as he heard the front door close. Why would his son feel the need to do--sure teenagers were known to be rebellious, but he’d been clear that Virgil could talk to him about anything, anytime. To have him just suddenly leave without a word to them, without any indication that anything was wrong--

Remus squeezed his hand. “I heard him say ‘The offer still stands, D.’ as he walked by our door, sooo~ secret relationship?”

Logan pushed up onto one elbow, breath catching. “You heard him say Dee?” He demanded. “You’re certain?” He hadn’t known the two were still in communication. The end of their lifelong friendship last year had been...volatile. Virgil had been miserable for months afterwards.

“Yes?” His husband tilted his head. “You know them?”

Logan nodded, rolling over so he could grab his glasses from the night stand. “So do you. It’s Janus. Son of the Daemons.”

Remus stiffened, hissing like a broken teapot. “What offer could Virgiepoo possibly make to that horrible family of--”

“They were childhood friends.” Logan interrupted his husband before he went off on yet another long winded swearing spree about the Daemons. “Janus didn’t always approve of his parents...antics.”

Remus snorted, pulling Logan to his feet. “Antics? Those Ultra Christian Karens on Manbaby Cheeto Horse Steroids nearly cost both of us our jobs because they couldn’t stand the thought of their son knowing two gay men.”

Logan smirked, shrugging on a robe, placing his phone in the pocket just in case Virgil called. “And how did that turn out? With them facing the best lawyer in the country?”

Remus leaned in for a kiss. “Not good.” He breathed against his lips.

“Exactly.”

“Soo…” Still clad in only his boxers, Remus entwined his fingers in Logan’s, pulling him out of their bedroom towards the front door. “Son of our Enemy. Virgil sneaking out in the middle of the night to see him. What exactly is this offer that he’s offering to the Villains who aimed to destroy our happily ever after?”

An offer that Logan had believed had been firmly taken off the table over a year ago. “Simply put. Sanctuary.”

Which begged the question. What had happened in the Daemon household to convince Virgil to offer their home, after everything the two families had gone through, to their son once more?

“Sanctuary.” Remus repeated like it was a foreign word. “To one of their spawn? Are you serious?”

Knowing how much of a giving and forgiving heart his son had? Logan pulled open the front door, unsurprised to see the two teens standing frozen on the porch.

He had good timing like that.

“Boys.” Logan greeted, attention drawn immediately to Janus as he tried to hide behind his son only to be stopped by Virgil’s tight grip on his arm.

Janus swallowed, a tremor visibly going through him as met Logan’s eyes. “Mr. L.” He whispered, the porchlight throwing his face, and therefore, the stark purple bruise and cuts by his eye into sharp relief.

Sanctuary. He could now totally understand why Virgil had chosen to reach out.

The crumpled state of the boy’s clothes, the mask -an unusual accessory for the known anti-masker, anti-vaxxer family- the greasy hair, all of the obvious signs of neglect, Logan mentally catalogued as he immediately reached out, drawing the boy closer to him. “Janus.” He breathed, hating how the boy flinched at his movement, how he trembled under his touch even as he leaned into Logan’s hand as he cupped the boy’s uninjured cheek. “What happened?”

“Well, I hope what’s happening is that we’re kidnapping the demon spawn for ranso--” Remus cut off, inhaling sharply as he too caught sight of the facial disfigurement. “Lo, lemme see that.” He demanded, gently pushing him to the side so he could take the boy’s chin into his hands, tilting his head this way and that in the porch light.

Virgil relaxed, even as Janus visibly tensed, trembling under Remus’s scrutiny.

For good reason. The young Daemon had to feel like he was stepping into the Lion’s den by coming here.

“It’s okay, Dee. Remus is a surgeon. The best. You’re in safe hands.” Virgil said softly, keeping a firm grip on his friend’s arm as the boy shifted his feet like he was debating about turning tail and running.

Something he’d never thought Janus would do. The boy took after his parents in being willing to face confrontation head on, no matter the odds.

Something definitely was wrong here.

“What happened?” Logan repeated, unable to hide the concern in his voice.

Janus’s eyes flickered between him and Remus, breath hitching as he opened his mouth. “I--I--”

Remus growled, eyes flashing as he turned to Logan, gesturing wildly with his free hand. “What happened?! He’s lucky the wound isn’t infected, Lo! It’s obvious it’s been untreated. Obvious that he’s been neglected, mistreated, abused!”

Janus flinched at every word. “Yes.” The word ghosted over his lips, barely heard.

Virgil shook his head, eyes burning with quiet fury. “It’s worse.” He slipped his phone out of his pocket, tapping on the screen and flipping it so Logan could see the tweet there. “His parents locked him in their unfinished attic for FOUR months, Dad. And then they left him to go harring off to D.C. to storm the Capitol!”

They…WHAT?!

Logan saw red as Remus swore, his husband pulling Janus into a tight hug, the boy letting out a startled squeak at the action. “I changed my mind, Lo. We’re not kidnapping him, we’re adopting. Surprise, my little rebel. You’re mine now.”

Janus’s eyes went wide, shimmering with unshed tears as he stood stiffly in Remus’s grip, fingers twitching. “Y-yours?” He whispered, in such a small voice that had Logan wrapping an arm around the boy’s shoulders as well. “I--I--but I’m---I’m--”

There’d been a time he’d considered Janus almost like a second son with how often he and Virgil had hung out at their house as kids. Logan wasn’t at all opposed to rediscovering that sentimeint.

“It doesn’t matter.” He whispered in the boy’s ear. “You have a home here, Janus, for as long as you need one.”

The boy shuddered in their hold, breath hitching as he bowed his head, not quite resting it against Remus’s bare chest. “I--I tried to---I couldn’t get out! I tried everything to bre--to break free and then they just….left me. Their SON. They--” He broke off as Remus pulled him closer, a soft sob escaping as his husband carded his fingers through the boy’s hair.

“It’s okay, Janny-boy.” Remus whispered. “You did what you could with what you had.”

Janus shook his head. “I--i should have---sooner. I couldn’t--I didn’t think they’d actually!! My own parents.”

Virgil pressed in on the group hug, gently freeing the face mask from the boy’s ear. “Dee. You couldn’t have known.”

“I SHOULD have though!” He growled, twisting his head to stare at Virgil, cheeks streaked with tears. “We’ve been friends for years, Annie! I KNOW you and Mr. L. and...and…but when things,” His eyes flickered to Remus and back. “Changed. The pandemic and everything---I didn’t...I sided with them and thought they had to be RIGHT this time, but then things...stuff happened and THEY LOCKED ME UP and treated me like I was A NUT CASE when I--I--” His voice dropped to a near whisper. “They wouldn’t listen to me.”

Logan exhaled, squeezing the boy’s shoulder as he met his husband’s furious eyes. “I’m sorry, Janus.” He said, keeping his tone soft. “Your parents have had their...good...qualities at times,”

Remus snorted, but kept silent as Logan shot him another look.

“And I know...they’ve only tried to protect you from their perceived evils in the world, but Janus.” He shifted his position so he could cradle the boy’s injured cheek. “What they did to you was wrong. So very wrong.” And bound to be worse when the whole story was told. “It’s monstrous that they chose to treat their own flesh and blood in such an abhorrent and inhumane manner just because you disagreed with them and I will not stand for it. You deserve better and you will be treated much better here than you have been there. I promise you that.”

Janus abruptly twisted in Remus’s arms to cling to Logan, resting his head against Logan’s chest, fingers digging into the folds of his robe, his thin body shaking with sobs. “Don’t make me go back.” He whispered.

Logan shook his head, pressing a firm kiss against the boy’s greasy hair. “Never.”

“I won’t let him.” Remus added, a growl in his voice. “I’ve adopted you, Jan. My word is law. No take backsies.”

Janus looked between the three of them, before focusing on Remus, licking his lips. “But. You...don’t know me--”

“You don’t know me either, kiddo. But no worries. We’ll fix all that.” His husband winked as he gathered both Virgil and Janus under each arm, letting Logan take a careful step back. “But FIRST.” He pointed a finger at the boy’s eye. “I’m getting you clean and stitched up while Logie here makes a little call to his Work Wife to figure things out. With luck, and I am rather lucky, there’ll barely be a scar when I’m done.”

Janus stiffened, glancing over his shoulder to Logan. “Work Wife?!”

Virgil chuckled, twisting Janus’s mask in his fingers. “Not an actual wife, Dee. Dad has a fellow lawyer friend.”

“Rival.” Logan corrected.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Rival that he constantly works with, so Rem calls him his work wife since he’s usually either with him or us.”

That wasn’t exactly true. He did go to other places and work with other people that weren’t Patton or his family. It just so happened that Patton ended up involved in a lot of the same sort of cases as him and so collaboration made more sense than going it alone.

Logan pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts. “Needless to say. I’ll take care of it, Janus. You can trust me on that.” He smiled to the teen before turning his attention to his son. “Virgil, send me a copy of that tweet as soon as you can. And Remus,” He grimaced as his husband paused, raising an eyebrow. He could see him practically vibrating with the need to stitch the kid up now. “I know you want to treat Janus ASAP, but I need photographic evidence of every single injury and sign of neglect before you do anything.” An unfortunate delay, but he needed the evidence recorded before it vanished. He hit call, placing his phone by his ear. “As soon as you’re done--”

“It’s straight to the shower, JanJan. Or a long hot bubble bath. Either way.” Remus said, ushering the teens towards the door. “We need you to get squeaky clean while Lo here does his thing, and then I can treat those wounds of yours without them getting infected. Okay?”

“I--I---uh...Okay?” Janus asked, sounding half strangled as they vanished inside.

The phone clicked. “Hello?” A sleepy voice asked over the line.

Hopefully Virgil could smooth over any further confusion for Janus until Logan could come back and reign Remus back from going full Mama Bear on the boy. “Hello, Patton.” He said, leaning against the wall, listening as the crickets began chirping again. “It’s Logan.”

“Lo?” He could hear his fellow lawyer and work rival stifling a yawn. “Wassup?”

“My apologies for calling so late, but I need your help with a case. Right now. If you’re able.”

The silence on the other hand wasn’t at all encouraging. But then again. It was late.

“...My help? With a case? Now?”

“Yes.” He’d already said that. Hopefully Patton’s brain would kick into a higher gear sooner rather than later or else this conversation would be lasting ten times longer than necessary. “You remember the Daemons?”

“Mmm….yah? Your fight with them had you fired up for ages with all their nonsense.”

“Exactly.” Logan exhaled. “Their son, Janus, just showed up at my house in an obvious state of neglect. Injured. Possibly abused. More than implied that it was his parents who put him in his current state. And I am, unfortunately, too visibly involved with the Daemons in a negative light to be considered an adequate impartial representative for him, especially if I house him in my home for the duration.”

Patton made a noise of surprise. “House him?”

“Virgil was--is a friend of his and he offered him sanctuary here when he discovered that Janus was in trouble. I’m not refusing him a safe place.”

“Safe? You just said--”

Logan closed his eyes, resting his head against the side of his house. “I know. I’m not on good terms with his parents.” They could go rot in a tar pit for all he cared about them. “But I’ve known the boy since he was six, Patton. He’s been to my house multiple times before. Been friends with my son. I won’t hold a grudge against the child for the actions of his parents.”

“Ha. I doubt his parents would appr--”

“His so-called parents Locked. Him. In. Their. Attic. For. FOUR. Months.” Logan interrupted, unable to hide the fury in his voice.

Patton sharply inhaled. “They WHAT?”

Exactly. It was good to hear his work rival taking the same tone. Patton had a soft spot for kids. “They locked him up and then abandoned him, Pat. I don’t know the exact circumstances just yet on why they felt that this was justifiable behavior, but no child should be treated like a prisoner by their family and no so-called parent’s opinion on where or who their son stays with should hold any weight if they’ve failed to provide decent care for their child in the first place!” Logan took a breath, forcing himself to relax his fingers on his phone before he cracked the screen. “Regardless, if the boy wishes to go elsewhere I won’t fight it. But he needed a safe place to go to and he chose to come here. That has to mean something considering the history between our two families.”

“It--I’d have to look into it.” Patton whispered. “This isn’t--the circumstances--”

“Are abnormal. I understand.” Logan nodded, staring off into the night. “Will you come?”

Patton huffed a laugh. “It’s not every day--ah night--you say you need me, Lo.”

That was true. They were more often rivals in the courtroom than collaborators these days. But still, he wouldn’t want any other lawyer to represent the boy if he couldn’t do it himself. “I need you, Pat.”

The sound of keys jangled in his ear. “Be right there.” Patton promised as the line went dead.

[floralseokjin]

;cyber sex (m)

FIRST LOVE, LAST LOVE

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You want to partake in some “cyber” sex...

pairing; jeon jungkook x reader  genre/warnings;  smut, fluff, skype sex, or as oc puts it, cybersex, sex toy usage (here 😘) words; 3,038

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“Are your parents in bed?” 

On the screen, Jungkook looked a little on edge, jittery almost. Like he was doing something illegal. 

“My dad is. Mom’s downstairs catching up on soap operas.” 

He still looked a little unsure. “How was your day?” 

You shifted on your bed, crossing your legs, your laptop jumped slightly, pixelated Jungkook bouncing around for a second. Internet at your parents’ house had always been shitty but he still made a bunch of cute pixels. 

“I’d love to small talk, Jungkook, I really would, but I woke up wanting sex and have been horny ever since.” 

You were expecting him to log on all eager and possibly already halfway to naked, but he’d appeared in sweats, back against the headboard of your shared bed, legs stretched out where laptop you was placed on his thighs. 

You watched him hesitate and grew annoyed. “What happened to being up for this?” 

This afternoon he’d been eager, possibly even cocky when you’d texted him over lunch. Your mom gossiping in your ear about her co-worker’s so called affair while you passively listened and arranged sex plans with your boyfriend...

There had been a time you were too embarrassed to even think about masturbating in your family home, but like Jungkook kept saying, you were a grown ass woman now, not still in high school or even in college. Those days had long past you by. You were a hot blooded female with needs. Needs for your super hot, super sweet boyfriend. There was really no need to be ashamed. You were going to participate in some cyber sex, no matter how much Jungkook laughed at your awkward phrasing. 

[You: 01:34pm]  Are you busy tonight? 

[JK: 01:36pm]  if eating cheetos in bed by 8 is busy then yes 

[You: 01:37pm]  Don’t you dare bitch 

[JK: 01:37pm]  why do you want to know if im busy? 

[You: 01:38pm]  cybersex 2300 hours 

[JK: 01:38pm]  Cybersex 😭😭 no one calls it that weirdo  but see you there my morning wood misses yoir ass 

Here right now, Jungkook made a noise, arguing with you. “I am up for this. It’s just your parents...” 

You rolled your eyes. He was a grown ass man and he was afraid of your parents. More so your dad. He’d taken a while to warm up to Jungkook—you blame the tattoos. But that was years ago when you’d first started dating. Your dad liked Jungkook now. Honest. 

“My dad’s asleep. I can hear him snoring,” you commented, giggling. 

Jungkook groaned. Way to ruin the mood, he was probably thinking. “That doesn’t help.” 

“Come ooonnn,” you whined, leaning into the screen. You knew your robe was dipping in the middle, already tied deliberately lose. He had a great view of your cleavage, however muted because of the shitty lamp lighting. “I miss youuuu.” 

Jungkook scoffed quietly. “And you’re making it worse. I wanna touch you for real.” He was speaking low, pouting really, but you caught his hand that slid across the front of his sweatpants. Was that some inconspicuous rubbing you’d spotted? Naughty. 

You leant back again and tried not to grin in triumph. Jungkook 0, your tits 1 once again. 

He carried on his rant. “I want you in this bed. In this house. I can’t wait 4 more days!” 

Diddums. He was a child, you swore. “Should’ve come with me then.” 

He was rubbing his crotch again, you didn’t think he realised he was doing it. “You know that’s only reserved for a Christmas every two years.” 

Yeah, like you said, he was terrified of your father. It was probably why he hadn’t proposed yet, too scared to ask for your dad’s blessing. Not that you would say that to his face. And not like you wanted to get married anytime soon, it was just only natural to think of those things. You had been together for years after all. 

You didn’t reply, instead shifting on the bed once more to spread your legs a little. You hiked one up, robe falling open to reveal the triangle of skin between your legs. You meant business.

“What’re you doing?” He practically stuttered, sitting up straighter against the headboard.

“I’m not wearing any underwear.” 

“I can see that.” 

You began to rub the pad of your index finger across your clit. Sensitivity shocking your body and you fought with yourself not to snap your legs closed. You softened the impact, slowly circling before slipping down your folds and collecting the moisture to drag back up to your clit. Agonisingly slow now because you wanted to tease the hell out of your boyfriend. Despite the near darkness, he had eyes like a hawk. “You’re wet already.” Maybe he could see it glistening through the camera. Or maybe he was just starting his descent…

“Like I said, I’ve been horny since this morning.” You ever so slightly dipped the tip of your finger inside yourself. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d played with yourself like this in front of him. It was fun. Especially because he was hanging onto each movement like his life depended on it. 

“Jungkook,” you nudged. 

“Mm?” It was just one sound, too far gone now. 

You murmured the next part, voice low and heavy, laced with a desperateness you’d felt all day. “Get your dick out.”

He didn’t argue. You let yourself grin in victory, ogling him as pushed a hand into his sweatpants and pulled out that thick, hot cock you’d been fantasising about since 7am. 

He ran his fist along it, definitely not lazily. Tugging at the head, his thumb rubbed the drops of precum across his slit. You clenched and pulsed down below. Unfair move. Your image of him was grainy and unlit but he looked just as hot as he always did. Maybe it was time to unveil your secret weapon... 

“Goodnight, love.” 

You jumped immediately at the sound of your mom’s voice, hand jerking away from between your legs. You’d been so distracted you hadn’t even heard her coming up the stairs. 

Your took a quick breath and tried to sound normal, praying you could keep your voice level. “Goodnight mom!” You succeeded, but only just you were sure of it. 

You heard the click of the bathroom door and turned your attention back to Jungkook, eyes wide. His were too. “Jesus christ,” he muttered, sounding annoyed. “This was a dumb idea.” He was sat forward, dick back in his pants, tops of his cheeks rosy, either from the jerking off or the near close call. Probably both. 

You tried to refrain from giggling but failed. “She wasn’t going to just barge in here.” 

Both waiting a few seconds, it wasn’t long before your mom exited the bathroom and shut the door to her bedroom. You untied your robe, relaxing into the bed instantly. You weren’t losing this moment. 

Jungkook groaned slightly, eyes apprehensively raking over your practically naked body. “This is so wrong.” 

“Relax, we’re alone,” you insisted. “Just remember to be quiet.” You’d use your earphones but you’d forgotten them, remembering as soon as you’d boarded the plane. 

“I’m alone.” He corrected, now sounding sorry for himself. Jeez, it was as if you weren’t spread out like a human buffet. “I miss you. Can’t you come home right now?”

Jungkook did not do well at being alone at all. It was cute. You smiled at him softly, running your hand down your stomach and between your legs. “But I wanna cum right nowww.” 

“Fine.” His stare hardened, watching the way you rubbed at the bundle of nerves. “You cum and then come home. Then I fuck you. Properly. None of this Skype shit.” 

You laughed, genuinely amused. He was such a baby. You watched him lift his t-shirt over his head. Taking initiative, you liked that. His hair fell in his eyes and he shook it away. He’d finally had a haircut a few weeks ago, but it grows fast, which was possibly a good thing because you really, really missed that long hair of his. 

Your eyes fell down to his chest and across his shoulders. He had a few tattoos that decorated his torso, amongst other places, but they mainly covered his arms. Speaking of which you clenched and pulsed again, just imagining those arms wrapped around you, squeezing you tight, hands pinning you to the bed... Shit. You really wanted to fuck him for real. 

You splayed around against the bedsheets, arching your back a little and Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Take your robe off. Keep your bra on.” He sounded demanding, it wasn’t intentional, lost to the urge right now as usual, but you loved it when he ordered you about, even more so when he didn’t realise he was doing it. 

You quickly got to it, snapping at your bra straps as you lied back down, propped up by your elbows. “Is this actually sexy?” You’d done this a handful of times but that was back in college. Now older, it seemed more daunting. 

“Of course it is, babe,” Jungkook reassured. On cue he got his cock out again. He was still hard. 

You watched him rake his hand along himself a few times and then grinned. “I have something.” 

He raised an eyebrow again, curious but also clueless, and watched you pull something out from under the sheets. A glittery, rubbery thing that made his eyes light up. 

“You brought a dildo to your parents’ house?” He asked after a split second of silence. You nodded, biting down on your lip, holding the specimen up to the screen. He caught the look on your face and chuckled. “You planned this?” He sounded impressed. 

“Thought it would be fun.” You tried to sound casual but maybe you were a little nervous? Embarrassed? There was no need to be. You’d had a sexual fantasy and had acted on it... Jungkook was just as into it. Hm, maybe it was the being naked over cam that was making you feel so jittery? 

Jungkook eyed Miss Jessica Rabbit and laughed again. “Only you would arrange a visit to your parents’ place just so we could participate in some ‘cybersex’.” 

Joking aside, he was eager to begin. You could tell by the look in his eyes and by the way he’d straightened his back, leaning in closer for a better look. You didn’t feel nervy anymore. You were back in the zone. 

“Cybersex sounds cool, I don’t know why you find it so funny.” 

Jungkook rolled his eyes affectionately. “You’re adorable, that’s why I find it so funny.” 

“Lameee.” You sang. But now you were running the head of the vibrator along your slit, spreading your legs in the process.

Jungkook watched you carefully, still stroking his dick with leisure. “I’m surprised you didn’t get caught at security with that thing.” He was making casual conversation but his voice sounded strained. He kept having to swallow. “Hiding a giant vibrator in your clothing.” 

“Can you imagine?” You’d die of embarrassment right there on the spot. 

“I‘d come bail you out, don’t worry.” 

You giggled at his silliness. Who was going to tell him you couldn’t get arrested for carrying a vibrator in your luggage? 

However, soon the mood for small talk was over, only distracting at this point. Or maybe what was distracting was now the vibrator beginning to stretch out your insides. It was a little uncomfortable at first, maybe you were just too well aware your parents were a few feet away, or maybe you were just out of practice when it came to fucking yourself. 

Jungkook helped though, whispering encouragements and giving you useful tips, which only made you wetter; so yes, a huge help. It wasn’t long before you got a rhythm going, not long before your breathing quickened and you were trying really hard not to moan out loud. 

Jungkook matched your movements, now jerking himself off with vigour. You watched one another, fully at ease and lost in your own little world. 

“This is so unfairrr,” he grunted soon enough, burning a hole between your legs. His newly sworn enemy, Miss Jessica Rabbit. “I want my dick inside you, not some phoney.” 

You moaned quietly, agreeing of course. Nothing felt as good as Jungkook inside you. Nothing ever had. You clicked a button on the toy and the first level of vibrations started. 

You lifted your head a little, trying to gauge the sound. “Is that too loud?” 

He shook his head. “I think you’re good. Fuck.” He cursed because you were now grinding up against the ears of the bunny, vibrations against your clit sending you all gooey and warm. “Go faster.” 

You listened, the length of the vibrator now slipping in fully as your insides finally loosened up, no longer tense. You rolled to your side a little and like that you found your g-spot. Pleasure began to burst behind your eyes and you almost forgot Jungkook was there because now you’d remembered how to use this damn thing and there was no going back. 

You clicked another button, powering up the shaft as the pearls inside the rubber began to rotate. You bit down on your lip, desperate not to make a sound and you cursed yourself. Why did you think this was a good idea? Pleasure screamed at you but you must keep quiet. 

“Babe... Baby,” Jungkook was trying to get your attention. “Baby, get on your back again. I wanna see.” 

You slowly listened, knowing you had been restricting his view and try to fuck yourself on your back. You planted your feet on the bed, kicking the laptop to the centre in the process and hoped now that he had a good view. 

Whatever he saw, he liked, moaning maybe a little bit too loudly. You’d turn the volume down if you could move, but you can’t, too paralysed with pleasure. “This is so fucking hot.” He was legit growling, it sent a fire through your veins. 

He watched you buck your hips into the vibrator over and over again, struggling a little to keep thrusting the shaft inside of you, but you think he found that hot. You were close. You knew it. Lips spread apart, your clit was swollen and greedy for pleasure, sensitive to the titillating vibrations and your walls squeezed and began to spasm around the thick rubber, the rotating sensation you felt making you tremble all over. Your wrist hurt but it was a good kind of pain, burning, making you work hard for your release. 

“Wish you were here to fuck me better, baby,” you purred, because despite how amazing this felt Jungkook could make you feel a pleasure ten times greater. “Does your hand feel good?“

You couldn’t see him, flat on your back, eyes shut, face directed at the ceiling, but you could hear the sound of skin on skin. His palm raking up and down the rock hard flesh of his cock. 

“Don’t rub it in,” he chided, voice low. Ha. Because that was exactly what he was doing. Luckily you were too out of breath to drop a shit pun. 

Your lower half suddenly spasmed and you stifled a cry. You couldn’t hold on any longer. “Shit,” you gasped. “I forgot how strong this thing was.” 

“Yeah? I’ll cum if you cum.” 

That’s all you needed to hear. It wasn’t even five seconds later before you were coming. Like an explosion, thigh and vagina muscles clenching, toes curling into the sheets and your chest heaving, sweat beading at your hairline. Miraculously you managed to stay silent. Albeit your breathing. You ceased movement immediately, removing the pressure against your clit before turning the vibrations off. The shaft was still rotating inside you, nerves twitching in your thigh before you ended those too and slid the vibrator out with a silent pop. You threw it to your side. Your whole body tingled but you urged yourself to come to, to open your eyes and lean up on your elbows. Jungkook still needed to cum and you wanted to watch. Just like he watched you. 

“Good, baby?” He asked. His eyes were black, breathing shallow. His fist still tugged at his dick, desperate now. 

“Mm hm,” you nodded, feeling a little chilly now the thrill had worn off. 

Jungkook grunted a command. “Spread your legs a little. I’m close.” You listened without question, giving him what he wanted. 

You watched the veins protrude from his forearms, some painted black with the ink of his tattoos. The hand not wrapped around his cock cupped his balls ever so slightly, tugging on them a little before he tensed and groaned. The first spurt of cum shot out and landed on his stomach, then another, it slipped into the lines of his abs. The third load slowed and he tugged his fingers tight across the tip, over and over again, draining each drop. It thickened in the air and slid down his length, getting on his fingers too. You observed all this greedily. What a sight to behold. 

A couple of tissues later for him and your robe tied back around your body, you were both grinning and giggling like a pair of idiots together, still on a high. 

“We need to incorporate that into the real deal more,” Jungkook said, referring to the vibrator now stood on your bedside table. “Let me be in charge.” 

“It’s got to make its way back home first,” you joked. 

You had climbed into bed by now, welcoming the warmth and annoyingly your eyes started to feel heavy. 

“You tired?” Jungkook noticed straight away. 

“I can stay up a little longer,” you insisted, wanting to chat with him before you fell asleep. A text or a phone call just wasn’t the same, and even though it’s only been a few days, you missed him like crazy. “What did you eat for dinner?” You asked, making small talk. 

He raised both eyebrows, eyes wide. “Do you really want me to answer that?” 

No, probably not. You knew the answer already. 

It was always a ramen diet for Jungkook when you were away...  

Written 2020. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2020

[softboywriting]

The Two Times You Ended Up In His Room, And The One Time He Ended Up In Yours | Poe Dameron

Summary: You and Poe are both x-wing pilots and you have both been mutually pining for each other for a long while. Things finally come to a head when you end up in his room one night on accident. [tw: PTSD discussion] [Set before films? but non specific] [established friendship] [mutual pining] [fluff] [established nickname]

Word Count: 5k

|Masterlist In Bio|

The first time you end up in Poe's room it's an accident. It is well past midnight and you're trying to avoid the guard who always flirts with you. He's really creepy and you just want to go for a walk around base to clear your head. Things have been tense and you just want a moment to breathe. Unfortunately you have absolutely no luck and you run into the aforementioned guard. His name is Karik. How could you forget, he tells you every single time you see him.

You turn down a hall toward the command center and there he is. He raises his hand and greets you like an old friend and you do nothing of the sort in return. Instead you turn around and go to the closest door, scan your all access ID and go in. You have no idea who to expect inside but you don't care. Explaining your issue will be easier to deal with than Karik.

In the low light of the bedroom you can make out an orange flight suit in the corner, a body on the bed with their back to you and a droid in the corner powered down. The droid is the dead giveaway. It's BB8. That means the man on the bed is Poe Dameron.

As if you had said his name out loud, he rolls over and flips on a small wall lamp beside the bed. He's topless, hair a dark curly mess, the gold chain with small ID tags he always wears glints in the light. Stars above, he is a sight to see. "Hello?" He asks sleepily, rubbing his eyes and making sure you're actually there. "Jumper is that you?"

Jumper. The nickname you earned from the x-wing pilots just over a year ago when your x-wing was going down and you emergency evacuated on a planet you had no knowledge of. You knew two things. Die in a fiery crash with the x-wing or possibly survive the fall on to the unknown planet and keep fighting with the resistance, but also possibly die upon impact. Obviously you survived. Broken and battered you landed in quicksand. It was Poe who rescued you only minutes after you landed. He had seen the x-wing go down and went to find you, or better yet, your body to bring back your ID tags. When he found you alive he was shocked. If he hadn't come after you, you'd have died in that quicksand, unable to move and sinking slowly. Truly you owe this man your life.

"Yeah, hey Poe." You chuckle nervously. Maybe explaining your sudden intrusion wouldn't be easier than dealing with Karik. Because of course it's Poe and he's your friend, and of course he's your commander too but on top of all of that you've got a massive crush on him. Like, you’re basically in love with him and he has no idea. "I-... was out for a walk."

"A walk?" He sits up and the blankets pool at his hips. "A walk into people's bedrooms?"

"Yes, no! No! I couldn't sleep so I went for a walk around base. There's this guy, a guard or something, he always tries to flirt with me and it makes me uncomfortable. Anyway I saw him and I just went into the closest room to avoid him."

"Oh. That's horrible, have you told him you're not interested?" Poe slides over on his bed toward the edge and adjusts the blankets. "Have you talked to anyone about it?"

You sigh heavily. "I've told him I'm not interested of course. I haven't brought it to anyone's attention because he isn't like...I don’t know?"

"It's unwanted attention. He's harassing you. Tell me who it is and I'll talk to them tomorrow."

"I don't want to start trouble."

Poe flips his blanket back. "I won't have anyone on this base getting harassed, let alone one of my best pilots."

"I-" your voice catches as you realize he's just given you a major compliment. One of his best pilots? Coming from Poe Dameron, the Poe Dameron? Your heart is going to explode. "Thank you," you manage to whisper while your brain and heart go a thousand miles a minute.

He chuckles softly, as if the compliment were nothing. "You know we have a recon mission tomorrow. You need to get some sleep. Should I walk you back to your room?"

"I can't ask that of you. I already woke you up and barged in your bedroom."

"It's no problem. I'm offering." Poe pulls back his blanket completely and slides off the bed, stretching as he stands. His black jogging pants hang low on his hips and you force yourself to look at BB8 in the corner. "Come on, Jumper. I need my pilots rested before they get behind the controls."

You nod and he opens the door, ushering you into the bright hallway. Karik is nowhere in sight and you're glad. It would be painfully obvious he was the one if he were lingering outside the door. "I think I'll be fine. You can go back to sleep Poe."

"No, I wanna make sure you get to your room unbothered." He runs a hand over his hair and scratches his side. It's hotter than it has any right to be. He's just being a human and you can't get your head out of the clouds. "You're in South Central quarters right?"

"Y-yeah? How'd you know?"

"I visited every day when you were laid up after your crash. Remember?"

"Oh yeah, right, duh." You shake your head and rub your neck. The scar there from the operation they did to reconstruct your shoulder is still raised. Your stomach churns as you think about how much of your body is scared from that crash. You're still alive though, and that's what matters.

Poe lays a hand on your cheek and fans his fingers out over your neck. "You still with me?"

"What?" You snap out of your trip down memory lane and look to the man in front of you. "Sorry."

"I didn't mean to bring up a sore subject."

"No, no it's fine."

"Did you ever go to therapy for that or anything? It takes a toll on a person when they get that close to death." Poe slides his hand down to your shoulder. "I'm not saying anything is wrong with you because there isn't, I just want to make sure you're alright."

You smile softly. "Yes, I've seen someone, I’m still seeing someone actually. I promise I'm not going to crash anymore x-wings or let you down on a mission because I'm in my head."

"I don't care if you let me down or destroy a hundred x-wings. I care about your health, about you as a person not as just some pilot on my team. I never wanna pull you from the brink of death again but I'd do it over and over if I must, just to see you smile and fist bump me before you get in your x-wing again."

"T-thank you Poe." You swallow back the surge of emotion that courses through you. "I haven't- I don't really talk about it outside of therapy y'know?"

"You can talk about it any time with me. It's okay. I've been there and it's a dark place to come back from." He wraps his arm around you and pulls you into a hug. "You're not alone."

You bring your hands up and grip his back gently. It's warm, soft and smooth to the touch. He must use quality body wash. "Sorry I woke you up and now I'm like this."

"There's a time for everything. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Does the name Jumper upset you? I guess I didn't think of it until now."

"No, it's like a badge of honor. It's alright I don't mind."

"Okay good." He ruffles your hair and you swat at his hand. "You need to go to bed. Like I said, I don't need a sleepy pilot tomorrow."

"Yeah okay, Dad."

Poe smirks and folds his arms over his chest. "Dad? Or do you mean Daddy?"

Your jaw drops as you realize what he is implying. "Oh disgusting. You're sick Dameron. You're sick."

He laughs raucously, leaning on the wall as he catches his breath. "Oh man, your face was just priceless. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm joking. I'm not into that at all."

"Oh my- fuck Poe you are terrible!"

"I've been called worse honey." He pats your back and pushes you forward gently. "Seriously though, as much as I'd love to stay up all night with you, we both need some sleep. Let's get you to bed so I can get some sleep too."

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Two days later you wake up from a nightmare in a cold sweat. You had gone down again, your x-wing careening to the surface of a planet you're unfamiliar with. This time you didn't jump out, trapped by your seat belt straps and you crashed with it. Everything felt so real and the moment you made impact you sat bolt upright in bed gasping for air. It's been over a year since the crash, you haven't had a dream like this in forever. You remember what Poe said, that you could go talk to him anytime. It's well into the early hours of the morning and you feel bad waking him up again, but you need something solid, something real. There are no missions for a few days so he can catch up on sleep tomorrow or something.

You put on your slippers and head out into the hall. You pass a few of the hangar crew, most likely the night shift, on your way down Poe's hallway. At his door you scan your ID and it slides open, allowing you to step in and hit the close button.

Poe stirs, rolling over in bed and looking at you. "Jumper? That you again?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

"No, not at all. Here." He scoots over and pulls the blanket back. "Get in."

"I don't know if that's appropriate?"

"Appropriate? What is this grade school academy? We're adults and you're my friend and co pilot. I think you're allowed to get in my bed. Do you want me to make it an order?"

"No," you laugh softly at how ridiculous it sounds. You crawl under the blanket and snuggle down against the mattress. It smells like him, warm and rich almost like sandalwood and spices. "I'm sorry I woke you up. I just didn't want to be alone."

"Nightmare?" He asks, voice soft and deep in your ear. He's so close you're torn between being comfortable and being nervous. "Tell me about it?"

"I was going down in an x-wing and I couldn't evac because I was stuck and I was so scared." Your chest tightens and you take a heavy breath. "I was so scared of dying Poe. I shouldn't be, I know the risk I take everytime I get behind the controls. But I was so fucking scared I didn't want to die like that, I didn't want to..." Your voice breaks completely as a sob wracks your body. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Poe takes your hand and brings it up to kiss your knuckles. It makes your heart ache and everything feels surreal. You're a mess of emotions. He lets you cry it out, waits to speak until you've settled yourself down enough to breathe normally. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Mmmhmm."

"I get scared too. The first time I almost died I ended up in a sand dune alone with a cut on my head and a broken arm. I think I was eighteen. If some salvagers hadn't found me by tracking my downed x-wing, I'd have died of starvation and dehydration. I didn't know where I was or how to get back to civilization. I think about that flight every time something happens to my ship and my controls go dark for a moment. I had nightmares every night for two years. I still get them from time to time."

"Oh. I didn't know that happened to you."

"Mmm. I've been in a lot of dangerous situations and I'm sure I will be in more in the future. Being afraid of dying doesn't make you weak, it makes you human. Unfortunately PTSD is a very real side effect of traumatic events and we've been through a lot. I still go to therapy once a month because coping is hard."

You nod and squeeze his hand in yours. "Thanks for letting me stay in here for a bit. I just wanted to feel something real, to know the dream was just a dream."

"I understand. You're welcome to sleep with me if you want. I have to be up in a few hours to meet with Leia, but you can stay as long as you like."

You chuckle softly and wipe your face. You feel a lot better having cried it out. You're feeling a lot less scared of dying and being weak and a lot more giddy and anxious about being this intimate with Poe. "Is Poe Dameron asking me to sleep with him?"

"Only if you say yes."

"Mmm, only if you keep it above the waist." You say teasingly.

Next thing you know Poe is leaning over you. His hand slides into your hair, turning your face to him. In the dark room so you can't see him clearly when he is this close and your breathing stops. Is this happening? Is he actually making a move?

"P-Poe?"

"Above the waist." He strokes his thumb over your cheek. "That's the only stipulation?"

"For sleeping? Or you mean for-"

"I do."

A flush rises in your chest and you can feel your cheeks get warm just before the rest of your body floods with heat. "I didn't know you felt that way about me."

He chuckles softly and leans his forehead against yours. "Jumper, you're all I've wanted since the day I pulled you from the quicksand. I knew when I saw you almost ripped from my life, I needed you. You're funny, smart, quick, and a damn good pilot." He bumps his nose against yours and you let out a shaky breath. "I don't let just anyone in my room late at night, and I sure as hell don't share my bed with just anyone either."

"I can't believe...I was just teasing but- I've always wanted you t-"

He presses his lips to yours and you melt. Your body feels as if it completely dissolves, from your bones to your skin. You feel like putty held together by some fragile and unknown force, doomed to ooze out of your form at any second. He's burning up, body flush to you as he works his lips against yours ever so gently. It's even better than you imagined, he's so soft and warm, a gentle lover, and your heart stops as you think about how this can't be real. This has to be a dream. You're still in your room. This cannot be happening.

"Hey, you alright?" He murmurs, stroking some hair off of your face. "Did I read this wrong?"

"It's a dream. You're not real." Your chest swells with crushing sadness and you can't stop the tears that spill over the corners of your eyes. "This isn't happening. I'm going to wake up now."

Poe lets out a soft laugh. "Sweetheart you are awake." He leans over you and turns on the wall lamp. The room is flooded with a yellow glow and you see him, face to face. "See? I'm right here?"

You reach up and touch his cheek, the light stubble scratches against your fingertips. His loving eyes droop, a dead give away that he enjoys your touch. But why? Why would he wait so long? Why would he never say anything? You splay your hand flat on his cheek and rub your palm along the scratchy short hairs, thumb bumping his lower lip. "Why now?"

"Because I finally had an inkling that you were just as interested as I was. You're hard to read most of the time. I understand that though. You're private with your feelings and I'm your commander. I don't blame you for not flinging yourself at me. I've not been exactly forthcoming either, as I didn't want to be inappropriate as a person of authority."

"Right...but what is proving to me that this isn't a dream?"

"Well would a dream bite your shoulder?" He drops his face to your skin and lets out a hot breath over it.

"Maybe?"

"Would you feel it if it wasn't real?"

"I don't know."

Poe sighs heavily, forehead pressing to your shoulder. "This is not a dream. I swear. Do you want to get up? Go talk to someone else? Maybe fly the x-wings around a bit?"

"No. I want to sleep. You said you need to sleep too because you have a meeting with Leia early in the morning. Maybe if I fall asleep I'll wake up if it's a dream."  

"It's not a dream." He leans over and flips off the light before he drops his weight to the bed beside you. "You'll see."

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Morning comes and you wake up to bright light pouring in through the small window beside the bed. Of course Poe has a good room with a window. Most of the base sleeping quarters have no windows and are very small. His is nice enough, definitely more spacious than a lot of the rooms you've been in. His bed is tucked in the corner, there's a bedside table, a rod built into the wall for clothes, a small three drawer dresser behind the door and a little indent on the wall the bed is against for storage where BB8 stays. He doesn't have much in the way of personal items on display. Only a few hygiene essentials in a basket on the dresser and a small box that looks like it might hold a piece of jewelry. There is a photo frame too, and it looks like a picture of the x-wing fighters.

Last night wasn't a dream, that much is obvious. You're in Poe's room and he is gone. You debate turning over and going back to sleep, or going out to get breakfast at the mess hall. Your stomach makes the decision and it says mess hall as soon as possible.

In the mess hall you take a seat with some of the other pilots. You know them well enough, a few of them you would call friends. You've never been one to be too social because in this fight, you lose too many people. One of the few people you call a friend is Vivi. She is a bomber pilot, knows the in and out of a bomber like the back of her hand. She's a bit of a gossip but she has been here with you since the day you arrived.

"Hey hey, how's it going?" Vivi asks as you place your tray in front of you.

"Good. I've got a few days off. I'm glad just to recoup."

"Got anything special in mind?" She asks with a little smirk.

You shrug and poke at the jellied fruit you've got on the plate. "Sleeping? Finding a place to take a hot bath. I swear I've got arthritis and I'm only twenty five."

"Mmm probably because you were a shattered heap of bones when Dameron found you. That shit doesn't heal back right y'know?"

"Mmm yeah probably."

"Yeah...so how long have you and Dameron been a couple?"

You nearly choke on your coffee and quickly grab your napkin to clean up your face. How in the galaxy did she know you and Poe spent any time together outside missions? "Excuse me?"

"I said what I said. I heard from Nupe that Karik told him that he saw you go into Dameron's room the other night, like well into the night too. I also heard that Trey and Garin saw you in the hall going to Dameron's room last night. So, how long?"

"It's not like that. Karik is the one who is obsessed with me, remember? His rumors are invalid. I was out for a walk because I couldn't sleep and I just ducked into a room to avoid him. It happened to be Poe's room. There is nothing going on."

Vivi chuffs. "So what about last night?"

"I went to talk to him about the crash. I've been having a hard time lately and- y'know what? I don't owe you an explanation." You stab a little harshly at your scrambled eggs and bring them to your mouth. You don't owe anyone an explanation about why you've been to Poe's room. Why does it matter? He's your friend and co-pilot. That's all anyone needs to know. So what if you kissed last night. You're still not sure it wasn't a dream. Sure you woke up in his room but that doesn't mean anything...maybe.

Vivi stays quiet, realizing she has crossed a line she wasn't meant to cross. The two of you eat in silence while the rest of the mess hall go about their own conversations. It's not until you're ready to take your tray to the wash station that Vivi speaks again. "I'm sorry I pushed you. I think you'd make a good couple. I just thought- well the way Dameron looks at you I thought something was definitely going on."

"The way he- what?"

"You don't know? He looks at you like you're the most incredible person he's ever seen, literally after every mission he gawks like a proud parent watching their kid win a race." She laughs softly to herself. "He is so in love with you and you have no idea do you?"

"Wait- last night...fuck. I have to talk to him."

"He's still at the command center with Leia and the others last I knew."

You pick up your tray and head for the wash station, passing it off to the droid there as you head out. You're starting to think last night was not a dream after all. If not, you've gotta talk to Poe as soon as possible. If rumor spreads that you're hooking up or sneaking around, whatever, you want to make sure that it doesn't affect either of you. You want a solid definition of your relationship no matter what it may be.

As you turn down the hall to the command center you run into Karik. The absolute last person you want to deal with right now. He's standing guard outside the command center, posted most likely, and you've got to get past him to get to Poe. As if the Galaxy hasn't given you enough to deal with in your life.

"Hey Jumper, where are you headed?" Karik smiles, arms folded over his chest to make himself seem bigger. It's like a bird, puffing itself up for first impressions on a mate.

"I've business in the command center."

"Do you? I don't have any orders to allow you in."

You roll your eyes and look to the doors beyond that open to reveal the internal workings of the command center. You make eye contact with Poe for a moment before the doors close again. "Why don't you double check?"

"I know my job. How about you? Do you know yours?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Karik shrugs and gives a rude smirk. "Nothing. Just don't know what a pilot would think they need to be in the command center for. You're not a commander or a sergeant."

"What's your problem Karik?"

"I don't have a problem."

"Really? Because you are acting like an asshole right now and if my memory serves me right you've never been one before."

"People change."

You scoff and smile to yourself. This is absolutely about you and Poe. He's blocking you because he's jealous. "You-"

"Jumper, hey you came to meet me?" Poe says as he jogs down the short hall behind Karik that leads to the command center. He stops and lays his hand on your shoulder, smiling softly.

"Of course, I was hoping we could talk soon. I didn't realize your meeting would go so long today."

Poe looks back at the closed doors and runs a hand over his hair. "We're just about finished. Did you get breakfast?"

"Yeah just came from there."

"Damn I was hoping to get something with you. I'm starving in here."

You look to Karik and then back to Poe and smile oh so sweetly. "I can grab you something before they switch over to lunch. Meet me in my room when you're done?"

"Sure. I'll be wrapping up quickly." Poe moves his hand from your shoulder to your neck and does a soft little cradle of your jaw before pulling his hand away. "You're such a sweetheart. I'll meet you there soon."

Warmth floods your body and grips your heart. So tender and loving. You're not sure if you're ready for that side of Poe yet. You glance at Karik and he is staring straight ahead, an unmistakable scowl of jealousy on his face. Good, maybe now he will leave you alone.

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"So Karik is the one who bothers you isn't he?" Poe asks, stretching his legs out in front of him. The two of you are in your room, wanting to talk in private from the rest of the base who are clearly very interested in your relationship. "I could sense he was uncomfortable with me touching you."

"Yeah, he's moving on though I think. I don't know." You pick at the bread you've brought to snack on while Poe finishes his jelly on toast. "I wanted to ask you about last night."

Poe looks over and you can read his expression as plain as day. He looks nervous, concerned that he has wronged you. "Yeah?"

"It wasn't a dream right?"

"No, it definitely was not. Are you uncomfortable?"

"No. No, I'm not uncomfortable with what happened. I guess I'm coming to terms? It still feels like a dream, like it feels hazy because I was so tired. Do you really actually like me like that?"

"Yes. I really like you." He chuckles and leans his head on your shoulder. "Jumper, you're the most amazing pilot I've ever seen and you're so incredibly beautiful without even trying. I don't know why I have waited so long to make a move. I suppose I was afraid I wasn't good enough."

"Not good enough? You're Poe fuckin' Dameron. You're the greatest pilot the resistance has ever seen, shit, that some of the Galaxy has ever seen. You're sweet and kind and you're so determined and dedicated. Poe, you're a rarity and any woman who gets to be romantically involved with you is so lucky."

Poe lifts his head and puts his arm around you. "I suppose you've hit the jackpot then."

"Me? Why?"

"Because I want to ask you out, Jumper. Be my girlfriend."

"Wh- we haven't even gone on a date Poe! How do you even know you want to date me let alone actually be in a relationship with me? This is a bit fast don't you think?"

"I know we have chemistry through the roof when we are together in the cockpit of a ship. We've got an undeniable connection when we are fighting side by side in x-wings and even more of one when we see each other on the ground. There is no way you don't feel that when we're together."

You smile to yourself. Of course you noticed all these things. They're why you've got such a crush on him. You and him have an unspoken connection that puts you on the same wavelength when you're near each other. You always thought maybe it was because he's such a good pilot that you just vibed with him. Two birds of a feather type deal. But it's deeper than that. He evokes a deep comfort, a sense of home and family that you no longer have. By the stars you never realized you are basically in love with him.

"Jumper?" He murmurs, hand cradling your jaw and turning your face to him. "Are you alright?"

"I think I'm in love with you." You mumble softly, eyes focusing in and connecting with his.

Poe smiles and lets out a laugh. "And I'm the one moving fast?"

"Shut up." You grab his face and pull him in for a kiss. He immediately melts into your grasp, reaching for your face and grinning into your lips. "You taste like jelly," you giggle as he pulls back and leans his forehead against yours.

Poe pulls you against his chest and you wrap your arms around him. "So is this a yes to being my girlfriend?"

"Yes. I'd love to date you Poe Dameron."

"Good." He presses a kiss to your head. "Because I don't know if I could keep pining after you."

"Pining? Oh please."

"Hush." He ruffles your hair and falls back on the bed, pulling you back with him. "Let me be the romantic I was born to be."

"I'm excited to meet this side of you."

He kisses along your jaw and hums. "I'm excited to show it." ______________________

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The 4 times Adam's dad thinks his son is dating Kai + the 1 time he knows

1- He doesn’t like to assume things about his son.

Adam has proved him wrong multiple times. The first major one was when he assumed he was dating Mira and the second when he assumed his son was straight. He doesn’t like to assume because he doesn’t like to be wrong.

So when Adam introduces him to Kai he thinks nothing of it.

And he continues to think nothing of the soft laughs that come from his sons room. Or the flushed faces when they come downstairs for chips. OR the elongated goodbyes with the front door closed.

Maybe he thought about it a little…

2- His wife and him had gone on a little date night.

They let Adam have some friends over while they were gone as long as they clean up after themselves. The night went well, the restaurant they picked turned out to be pretty good at a reasonable price. Enough for it to be considered ‘fancy’ but not overly expensive like some places in town.

Overall it was a fun little escape from home. But they were parents so there was always someone waiting for them at home.

“I’m gonna go put in Puddles, poor dog must be sick if being outside.” She leaned down and gave him a peck on the cheek before hurrying inside. Sighing he picked up the leftover boxes and his wife’s purse from the passenger side.

When he opened the door to the house he was greeted by a scene.

Mira was sitting on the couch watching a movie along with Skeet who was sitting by her feet. Next to Mira was Adam and Kai completely asleep. They were leaning on each other with Kai’s face smushed against Adam’s shoulder and one of his legs draped over his lap. There seemed to be drool sliding out of his mouth.

Adam wasn’t in a better shape either. His chin was resting on Kai’s head and his arm was over Kai’s waist. Some how one of the throw pillows ended up on his lap under where Kai’s leg was thrown over.

“Hey Adam’s dad sir.” Skeet greeted him.

“Hi kids, you enjoy your night?”

Mira nodded, “Yeah we were just watching Alien but Adam and Kia kinda fell asleep half way through.”

“Yeah they were totally passed out.”

He smiled “ Well Im glad you two had fun regardless of them,” he chuckled, “ You guys can head home at anytime don’t worry. Goodnight.”

“Night Adam’s dad”

“Goodnight!”

He smiled to himself while walking up to his and his wife’s room. Adam always used to fall asleep during movies when he was little.

Although he never really cuddled up with anybody…

3- It was around 2 am when he heard a noise from downstairs.

He checked to see if it was his wife but she was sleeping soundly next to him. Sighing he got up and put on his robe to go check. He was expecting to see Adam getting a late night snack. He’d have to tell him to go to sleep.

Adam likes to do that during one of his “grinds”. He doesn’t understand why someone would stay up this late just to make some virtual money.

He walked down the stairs and sure enough the kitchen lights were on. Sighing and straightening his glasses he got ready to scold his son before he heard voices.

“ Kai its fine really, my parents wont really care if you’re here.”

“I just don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.”

He heard some steps and shifting.

“You need to be away from them right now its fine.”

“I know... I just wished it wasn’t like this.” Kai’s voice was slightly muffled now. “ i just don’t understand why... why they think its better for me if they stay together.” Kai cleared his throat “If their just fighting all the fucking time”. Kai’s voiced cracked.

He decided to ignore the swear word from the teen and instead became incredibly worried. Who would have known that such a lovable child would be having this much trouble in his home life.

“ I know and I’m sorry that I’m not really good at comforting you.”

Kai let out a soft wet laugh and sniffled, “Dude you’re fine. Just being around you helps.”

“You can sleep here tonight. We’ll wake up early so my parents don’t see.”

“I’d like that..... thank you Adam”

“Anytime”

No other words were spoken but someone was humming softly. He decided to take a peek over the corner of the wall and into the kitchen.

Adam had one hand in Kai’s and the other on the small of his back. The other boy had a hand on his shoulder. They had their eyes closed and were leaning their heads together. They swayed to humming in the kitchen.

They fit together so perfectly.

He went back to his room quietly and when he found a note on the kitchen counter the next morning he said nothing about it.

4- He was finally headed home after a long day at the school.

If he had known how long essays took to grade maybe he wouldn’t have become an english teacher. He looks more like a math teacher anyways.

His wife was out of town with some of her gal pals, something about a outdoor spa in the next town over, so he knows hell have get Adam food. That kid never feed himself any real food just snacks.

At a red light he quickly sent a text to Adam asking him what he wants to eat. When he didn’t get a reply, he think anything of it. Adam usually forgets to put his phone with sound.

He’ll make his son spaghetti or something.

When he got home he expected to find Adam with his VR system in his room not sitting on the couch with Kai.

Kai’s face was extremely red and he wasn’t making eye contact with him. Both if their hairs were a mess sticking up in a random places.

He cleared his throat. “Uh hello Kai, I wasn’t expecting to find you here?”

“OH uh yeah?” Kai scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Are you going to join us for dinner because i don’t know if i have enough spaghetti for 3 people.”

With that Adam quickly got up and pulled up Kai. “ACTUALLY, DAD. Kai was just about to leave.” His voice was strained as he grabbed Kai’s backpack and handed it to him.

“I was?” Adam gave him a look. “OH. Yeah! I,m leaving now.”

They both turned to him and gave him strained smiles before quickly turning around and going out the door. He waited for his son to come back into the house.

When he did come back in they both stared at each other for a minute, trying to figure out what the other was thinking.

He sighed knowing he wasn’t gonna get anything out if his son. “Do you want cheese on your spaghetti?”

+1

He was a little bit pissed.

This weekend he had to go to a english teacher convention because the school wanted him to go. But his flight was canceled and he had to tell them he wouldn't be able to go. Sadly he would have to go tomorrow instead and he had to pay for the flight.

He gripped the steering wheel the whole drive home, trying to calm himself down.

His wife said she was going to be out with some friends so the only person who should be home is Adam. He’ll be able to relax after talking to him.

He parked his car in the driveway, leaving his luggage in the car. Hes going to need it tomorrow anyways!

Going into the house he found it to be surprisingly quiet. Usually when Adam is alone he turns the volume on his TV to the highest volume. A little concerned he took the stairs up to his son’s room.

Outside Adam’s door he heard soft music playing.

Music at a low volume meant Adam was sad about something but when he opened the door with new concern and interest, he did not find Adam curled up in bed trying to shut out the world. Instead he found Adam and Kai.

Kissing.

Kai was sitting on the bed with his legs folded under him leaning over to Adam who was sitting with his legs off the bed. Kai had his hand curled around his face and the other on his chest, slowly going down. Adam had his hands on Kai’s hips holding him where he was.

He felt his mouth open in shock before quickly coughing before he saw something he'll regret.

They jumped and quickly separated from each other. Blush running up from the collars of their shirts to the tips of their ears.

“DAD!”

“SORRY!!!”

They looked at him with wide eyes and quickly tried to come up with an excuse of what he just saw.

He smiled before putting his hand up, silencing them. “ Don't worry about it kids. I’m happy for you guys, just wished you would have told me Adam.”

“I was going to but….”

He nodded, completely understanding. He turned around to leave before stopping. “ And keep the door open from now on.” He walked away as Kai screamed from embarrassment and Adam groaned in disappointment.

He's glad they're happy.

And he's glad he was right.

[collecting-stories]

The Formal - ep. 05 - Georgia

Summary: You’re forced to endure the winter formal but you can’t resist cutting out early. 

A/N: How are we liking this rewrite so far guys?

Georgia Masterlist | The Walking Dead Masterlist

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You had tried in vain, until almost the last possible moment, to get Glenn to take you to the winter formal instead of Aiden. With Maggie only showing up to see you in your dress and then go back home you were stuck with no one to talk to. Aiden had asked you back in September, when you had just broken up with Shane and wanted to appear totally over him, if you would consider going with him to the winter formal. 

You had jumped on the opportunity, figuring it wasn’t a big deal. You would go, hang out with Maggie and Glenn, then leave. It would be painless. Now you were stuck in a car with Aiden and his moron friends driving to the banquet hall in Woodbury while they passed around a flask of alcohol one of them stole from their parents.

“Hey,” Aiden nudged your arm with the metal flask and you shook your head. “Aw, come on. Be a good sport.”

“I don’t drink out of strange containers.” You replied.

“More for me!” He was already halfway to sloppy drunk as it was and he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you against him. You nearly cringed. Part of you was seriously considering finding Shane and asking him to bail you out of this dance.

The banquet hall was tacky in its decoration. Giant poster board snowflakes hung from the ceiling along with blue and silver garland. Balloons were everywhere and there was a sparkly silver backdrop outside for couples to get their picture taken. Aiden coaxed you over in that direction with his friends, all of them posing in some obscene way while you stood off to the side, arms crossed over your chest. You knew you looked like a spoiled brat refusing to have fun but you didn’t care. All these guys were stupid and immature and none of your friends had come to the formal and you really wished you were sitting at Daryl’s doing homework while he worked on the car.

“I’m getting punch.” You announced to no one in particular. None of them were paying you even the slightest attention.  

The music inside the banquet hall was terrible. Arguably the worst blend of hick country and radio pop that you had ever heard but no unexpected for this part of Georgia. You checked your pager once you got to your designated table. No messages.

“Hey,” Shane’s hands came down on your bare shoulders and you fought off a frown, of all the people to get stuck with while Aiden was in the lobby being a douche with his friends.

“Hey Shane,” you pulled away from him and stood up, crossing your arms. Your lavender colored dress was partially an ode to Footloose and the excitement you’d had when you first bought it was worn down to nothing now. “Where’s your date?”

“Dancing with friends.” He shrugged, “you look great.”

“Thanks.”

“Hey, listen-” just as he started to talk you caught sight of Aiden coming into the hall.

“Oh, sorry Shane. I have to go.” You hurried passed him and linked your arm with Aiden’s, fake smile falling into place, “do you wanna dance?”

“Sure babe.”

You danced with Aiden on and off, trying to stay close to him to avoid Shane. You smiled through a painful hour and a half of pretending to have a good time. When Aiden finally headed for the table you used it as an out, excusing yourself to the bathroom. A few other girls were in there, whispering to each other as you entered and sequestered yourself in the handicap stall. You checked your pager again, hoping that someone might have messaged you but no one had.  

You didn’t want to go back out there with Aiden and his friends but you knew that your mom would be furious if you came home now. She had put so much time and work into the dance and the decorations and the PTA that leaving would be like telling her you hated it all. Not a rational thought but your mother was never known for rationality. There was a payphone in the vestibule of the banquet hall that you had passed on the way inside and some coins at the bottom of your purse so you called for a ride home, knowing your mom wouldn’t find out as long as Aiden didn’t see you leave.

-

The familiar black pickup pulled up in front of the banquet hall that you were standing outside of, braving the cold so you didn’t have to go back inside. He’d barely ghosted to a stop when you opened the door and climbed inside.  

“Sorry,” you immediately apologized as you pulled yourself up into Daryl’s truck. There was a forgotten sweatshirt on the floor that you pulled onto your lap and slipped your arms through in an attempt to get warm. “I didn’t meant to make you come out I just wasn’t sure who else to call.”  

You could’ve probably called Glenn or Tara but then you wouldn’t get to see Daryl looking somewhat like he had just rolled out of bed.

“It’s fine.” He shrugged, “ya weren’t having fun?”  

“No. Aiden is a douche, I can’t stand him. My. mom was happy I was going with him ya know, cause his mom is the mayor but I can’t stand him!”

“So ya said.”

“Sorry, it was just a shitty night. I was only looking forward to it because Maggie and Glenn were going to be there but-”

“Maggie’s grounded.” Daryl supplied.

“Yeah.” You nodded and smiled. “I didn’t mean to drag you out of whatever you were doing.”

“Wasn’t doing anything.” He replied, pulling the truck out of the parking lot and heading back toward King County. “Am I supposed to take ya home or ya got somewhere else to go?”

“What time is it? If I leave before the dance is all done my mom will definitely know. She has to come clean up though so if I time it right-”

“I’ll just take ya back to mine.” Daryl cut in, “got something ya can change into.”

“Thank you.”  

“Ya look nice, by the way.” He was glad that it was dark in the truck because he could feel how warm his cheeks and ears were getting. He felt stupid for saying anything but he couldn’t help himself. You looked beautiful in your formal dress and it all felt a little surreal, even at 22, that he would be driving a girl home from her prom. Daryl was not the kind of guy that had ever gone to prom or even gone on a date before.  

“Thanks,” you nestled further into his sweatshirt as he drove you back to his house.  

He pulled in behind the Jeep, covered by a tarp so no one would notice it in his driveway. His dad’s car wasn’t out front so he led you inside the house first, offering up his old room so you could change. Whatever kind of kid Daryl had been you weren’t entirely sure but there was some evidence in his old bedroom. A single bed with plaid covers, stacks of magazines about cars and hunting, old scraps of metal and tools that he had probably used or still did. A far cry from the peach walls and stacks of books and Emory college memorabilia that covered the walls.  

“Your room is nice.”

“Ya really like ta bullshit don’t ya?” Daryl called from the living room.  

“I’m not bullshitting.” You slipped out of your dress and changed into the sweatpants and King County middle school field day shirt that Daryl had found in the bottom of his dresser. He’d even given up a clean pair of socks for you to wear. You came back out with your dress folded up in your arms. Daryl was sitting on the couch, watching some infomercial on TV. “Thanks for the clothes.”

“Figured ya still owe me a jacket so I’ll just add it ta yer tab.” He replied, shrugging.

“You said ‘keep it’ when I offered to give the jacket back.” You said, trying to imitate his drawl.  

“Yeah not for two months.”

“It’s not been two months,” you dropped onto the couch beside him, “it’s like, the second week of December.”

-

The trouble with having work on Saturday was that anytime you went out on a Friday night you struggled to get yourself out of bed when the alarm went off. But, usually, the alarm went off and you rolled yourself out of bed against your will and you got to work. A routine that wasn’t your favorite but wasn’t entirely unusual. What was unusual was your pager going off instead of your alarm.  

And something moving underneath you.  

You opened your eyes as you felt your body being shifted around again and only then did you become fully aware of your surroundings. You weren’t home. You weren’t tucked in bed after the dance, waiting for a cursed alarm to remind you that you had agreed to take a shift at 7am. Instead you were on a couch. Or more accurately, on Daryl, on a couch, in his house.  

“Shit.” You cursed, sitting up and grabbing your purse off the ground. The pager flashed a call me message from Patricia and you groaned, climbing off the couch and a just waking Daryl to call her back on the phone in his kitchen.  

“Patricia’s Diner-”

“Patty, hi.”

“Oh my gosh, sweetie, there you are. I was just about to call your mom!” Patricia shrieked over the phone. “I was so worried about you! Where are you? Your shift started 30 minutes ago.”

“I’m so sorry, I spent the night at a friend’s house after the dance, I’ll be there in like ten minutes.” You promised.

“Are you alright? You aren’t in trouble?”

“No, Patty I swear I’m fine. I will see you in like ten minutes.” You rushed her through the phone call, promising to see her once more before you hung up. Daryl was still laying on the couch, arm slung over his face. You ran back into the living room and nudged him, “Daryl, wake up.”

“Shit,” Daryl grumbled and rolled away from you.  

“Daryl, please.”

“Go away,” his words were half obscured by the couch cushions.  

“Fine, I’ll walk home barefoot in December back to my house, freezing cold-”

“I’m gettting up.” Daryl rolled back over onto his back and looked up at you the slightest grin on his face as he came further out of his haze.  

“Will you drive me home to change and possibly to work?” You asked.  

“Didn’t know fixing yer jeep meant I was your chauffer too.” He said, getting up and heading into the bathroom.  

“Thank you!”  

Daryl did exactly what you asked, driving you first to your house to change out of the sweatpants and t-shirt that he had lent you and then driving you to the diner for work. Neither of you mentioned the position you had woken up in. The ride was usually quiet in fact; even when he dropped you off at the diner you had said a quick goodbye and then gotten out of the truck.  

The pager had set you off so much that you hadn’t really gotten a chance to think about the way it felt waking up on the couch with Daryl, tucked in between him the cushions. Your head had been on his chest and the more you thought about it the more your heart raced at the way he had tightened his grip on you just the slightest as you slipped out of his arms to use the phone. While you wished you could’ve stayed there longer you were almost grateful to patty for calling you. At least it gave both of you a quick out so that you didn’t have to embarrass yourself in front of him.  

The last thing you needed was to embarrass yourself in front of Daryl.  

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[c-rose2081]

Dragon Colds & Rose Petals

Love Like Dragons AU

Bevie | Huma (implied) | Gildry | Mal & Audrey BROTP

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Evie Grimhilde was a happily married woman. She had been for nearly three months now, and it was marital bliss. But there was a small part of her that was still a lonely, single, Dragon mom. So when Ben walked in on her that day, struggling to keep the human thermometer in Mal’s mouth to take her temperature, he laughed.

Mal, her best friend and a five year old Isle Dragon, had been sick for the past two days. Evie wasn’t sure what brought it on, as Audrey - Ben’s Aurorian Dragon - didn’t seem to have anything. And of course that small, single, lonely dragon mom part of her reared it’s head. What if Mal was terminally ill? What if she died? What if Evie would wake up tomorrow and her best friend wouldn’t be there? It nearly sent her into hysterics. Coddling the cranky, tired spike menace was the only thing that could calm her.

Naturally, Mal hated it.

Ben, thankfully, was a level headed man, and he rescued poor Mal and quarantined her in another room. He then held Evie to his chest and quietly stroked her hair as she rattled off every possible dragon disease she found on the internet and their outcomes.

“I have a friend who’s a vet,” Ben told Evie when she had finally calmed down, holding her close as to keep her from spending the night with Mal - who was no doubt sleeping, “she comes and looks at Audrey every few months, I’m sure she’d be happy to give Mal a checkup,”

And so Evie agreed that a vet visit would be the best option, rather then trusting DragonMD. Of course, she wasn’t aware that Ben and this ‘vet’ were very close friends. Let alone that this ‘vet’ was a woman who he was apparently quite comfortable with. Uma was a pretty, muscly, dark skinned sort with long turquoise and white braids. She stood at least a head above Evie in height, and when she pictured a ‘vet’, Uma was quite far from what she was imagining.

“Uma!” Ben greeted with an open hug, “thanks for coming,”

“You’re lucky, Ben. I just got back into town,”

“Uma works in freight,” Ben explained to Evie, resting an arm around her waist as Uma pulled a rather large black duffle in behind her, “she travels a lot; it’s why you didn’t meet her at the wedding. Uma, this is my wife, Evie. I wrote to you about her,”

“Yeah; all good things thankfully. It’s nice to finally meet you,” Uma replied, Evie smiling in kind and taking her hand in a firm shake. The grip was incredibly strong, and the skin on her palms was callous, “Ben, I hope you don’t mind. But I brought Gil.”

“Who’s Gil?” Evie asked, brows popping up. She expected Gil to be a person, or perhaps a child. Having a large, horn-backed dragon wander in with a rose in his beak wasn’t what Evie expected at all. Like the day she had met Audrey, the girl yearned for her sketchbook, “oh my goodness,”

“I told you. Uma is great with dragons,” Ben laughed, “this is Gil,”

“My boyfriends dragon, actually,” Uma told Evie.

“I’ve never seen anything like him!” Evie exclaimed, jostling as ‘Gil’ nearly knocked her over when he came to bump the side of her leg with a wing.

“Sorry,” the sailor groaned, rolling her eyes as she grabbed the dragon by the back of the neck, “he’s really good with people, and gentle as they come. But he’s just so big,”

“What kind of dragon is he?” Evie asked, kneeling down to have a better look. Gil, unlike both Mal and Audrey, was built like a narrow turtle, and was armored like a tank. He had short legs with four toes each, and an articulated shell covering his nape, all the way down to his back legs. His tail was stubby, but sprouted four impressively long spikes, and his face was wide eye’d with a beak rather then a toothy maw. Gil’s wings, Evie noticed, folded inelegantly against the outside of his shell, a bit like messy accordion blinds. No doubt they were quite large in order to help such a bulky creature fly.

“Gil is a Coastal Dragon. They usually live out by the sea, in the sand,” Uma explained, heaving the creature to the side where he flopped to his belly unbothered, still holding the bright red flower in his beak, “Harry picked him up when he was traveling, and he’s been with us ever since. He’s a lazy beast,” Uma complained, tapping the creature’s shell with a boot, “doesn’t do jack-shit other then lay around all day,”

Evie couldn’t help but laugh at this, only to jump as Gil made a noise. It sounded almost like a tired, sad foghorn.

“He’s been crying like that all morning,”Uma drawled, “the minute he figured out I was coming here, he wouldn’t let me leave without him,”

“Why would he do that?” Evie asked, frowning slightly in confusion as Ben rubbed the back of his head and Uma glanced at him expectantly.

“Princess! Your boyfriend’s here!” Ben called out, his voice echoing through the tall vaulted ceiling of their house. Puzzled for a moment, Evie turned as Audrey’s birdsong reached her ear. It only took a second before the pink bullet - wings fully outstretched - glided into the room. Gil, who had previously been laying down, leapt up faster then Evie ever could’ve imagined for such a stocky beast. His accordion wings unfurled like a whip, and Uma tugged Evie backwards a step as he gave one powerful flap and was in the air.

“Sweet Merlin, he’s massive,” Evie breathed in wonder, watching as Gil captured Audrey in a mid-flight embrace, enfolding her between his arms and resting his large head on her crest, “are they...?”

“Together,” Ben confirmed with a nod, “it was a surprise to us to, once we figured it out,”

“Gil is romantic, the big lug,” Uma chuckled, placing her hands on her hips as Gil transferred the rose he’d been keeping to Audrey, who somehow managed to tuck it behind her ear flap in a very teenage-girl like manner, “he gets it from Harry, I think. Sorry about your rose bushes, Ben.” Uma admitted, grimacing slightly as Ben merely chuckled.

“It’s alright. The gardeners will take care of it,”

“Right then. So, you told me you had a sick dragon here?” Uma asked Evie, “and it’s clearly not Audrey,”

“My dragon, Mal, has been sick for a few days now,” Evie told the woman, returning to fretting over her best friend, “She’s really dull and tired, and even more cranky then usual,”

“Hm, that could be a number of things,” Uma pondered, heaving her black duffle up over one shoulder, “what breed is she?”

“An Isle Dragon. At least I think she is. I got the egg as a gift. Mom didn’t ever tell me where she got it from,”

“Well, let’s get to it then. I want out of here before Gil starts mimicking Audrey’s love songs,”

And so the trio left the foyer, heading upstairs into the large upper floor. Ben had made Mal her own special quarantine room. Audrey’s claw marks were all over the door’s painted exterior, showing where she’d been trying to get in earlier.

“I’ll have to talk to that girl,” Ben mumbled at reaching the door, ruffling his hair and groaning at the idea of having to fix the damage. Audrey wasn’t normally destructive, and Evie thought maybe she was coming down with something like Mal had. But Uma merely shook her head.

“It’s only natural,” she explained, opening the door and flicking on the light, “Audrey and Mal have probably already formed a family unit. It’s normal for one dragon to comfort another in times of pain or illness,”

“But Mal and Audrey quarrel constantly,” Evie complained, “they never get along,”

“Maybe so, but Dragons aren’t solitary in the wild. They build family units to survive. You did the right thing though, keeping Audrey out of here,” Uma admitted, kicking the door closed with a boot. Mal was laying in her basket, snoozing the day away unbothered by their entrance.

“I’m going to go call mom and dad,” Ben said to Evie quietly, “see if I can’t get someone down here to fix the door, and the bushes. You’ll be ok here with Uma?”

“Yeah. Love you,”

Sharing a quick kiss on the lips , Ben gave a half wave to Uma before skirting back out the door and vanishing.

“You two are good together,” Uma commented a little while later, removing a stethoscope from her bag and slinging it around her neck, “I was surprised when Ben said he was getting married,”

“Oh?”

Sinking down onto a low stool, Evie watched as Uma very carefully checked Mal’s heartbeat, “why do you say that?”

Uma switched the stethoscope for an ear tool as she began checking Mal’s ear holes.

“I dunno; it just never seemed like he could find the right fit. Hell, even we tried it out once,” Uma admitted with a laugh. This caused Evie’s stomach to drop like a rock. She didn’t mean for the green eye’d monster to make an appearance, but she couldn’t help it. After all, it had only been a few months, and she was nothing like Uma.

“Uh...why didn’t it work out? You and Ben?”

“Ah, we aren’t anything alike, really,” Uma said, satisfied with Mal’s ears and digging around in her bag for a moment, “I was always gone, you know? And of course Ben has his parents business to worry about. He needed someone who could keep up with him. Ah,” finding what she was looking for, Uma removed a small ‘T’ shaped device from the bag, “let’s just take the temperature,”

With a beep, Uma looked at the little digital screen and nodded. She put her tools away, removing a stuffed toy from inside her bag and tucking it under one of Mal’s fat arms.

“You, Evie, seem like just the right type for him,” Uma insisted with a sharp nod, rising from her place on the floor and wiping her hands on her jeans, “as for Mal, I suspect a cold is to blame for this. Where does she normally sleep?”

“Uh, up in the rafters above my bed. She used to sleep next to me, but I share a bed with Ben now. Audrey usually sleeps on her perch,”

“Ah. I suggest maybe installing a heat lamp up there, or building a nesting box. I think she’s getting to cold at night. Dragons are sensitive to that sort of thing,”

“I didn’t know,” Evie admitted, “thank you, Uma,”

“Anytime. I love Dragons, and Ben is still a great friend so I’ll help him out when I can. Anyway, Mal should be back to her normal self in a few days. Keep her warm and eating normally, and if anything changes, call me again and I’ll come back,”

“Can Audrey be allowed back in?” Evie asked, holding the door open for Uma to leave as the girl shook her head.

“No. Keep Mal in here and resting until she’s closer to her normal self. No need to risk Audrey catching whatever she has.”

“Ok. I can do that,” Evie nodded, following Uma back downstairs. Ben was standing in the yard out front, looking over the trampled rose bushes. Audrey and Gil were cuddled up within the broken branches, warm and content in a nest of prickly thorns and velvet petals.

“I think Gil might be more romantic then you, Ben,” Evie joked, looping her arm through her husbands as the man made an offended noise in his throat.

“So you want rose petals?” He asked, “I can do that,”

“Mhm, whatever you say,”

“So how’s Mal? Everything ok?”

“She’ll be just fine,” Uma restated, “Evie knows what needs to be done. As for you, Harry wants to get together at some point for a guys night.”

“Will do. I’ll call him and Jay when I have time,”

Bobbing her head in understanding, Uma gently prodded Gil with a toe through the nest, causing him to lift his head groggily.

“Alright, big fella. Kiss your girlfriend goodbye, we need to get going,”

Gil gave a sad little moan and Uma shook her head, “no complaints. I’m the captain here. Now kisses, and let’s go,”

Evie couldn’t help her little ‘awe’ as Gil reluctantly gave Audrey a little cheek nudge before standing and romping out of the bushes unhappily. Ben picked his own dragon up from the thorns, cradling her like a baby as she wailed dramatically.

“Do you cry like that every time I leave the house?” Evie asked as Uma hauled Gil into her Jeep, leaving poor Audrey heartbroken and hanging limply off Ben’s arm.

“No,” Ben insisted, using his free hand to grasp Evie’s as he gave it a squeeze, “I’m even worse.”

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A/N: So...this is officially an AU! I’m calling it the Love Like Dragons AU. Basically Auradon is just a normal city (no prince and princesses, no pirates, ect.). Ben is the heir to his wealthy parents business rather then being a King. And the only ‘magical’ thing in Auradon is the dragons part of it. If you have any questions or suggestions for the AU, ping me :3

[idontdowellunderpressure]

Hisoillu Week - Day 5: Past/Future

Title: Reading the Future in the Past

Hisoka first saw the boy while he was sitting on one of the few unbroken slats of wood that formed the dilapidated fence that hugged the field of what might have been a farm. Now it was just a wide field with dry soil that refused to support anything more than wild grass. Which was probably why no one had come over to kick Hisoka and his mom from their shack to try and reclaim the farmland. Hisoka didn’t mind that nothing grew in the dirt though, because the real source of income in the land was its proximity to the main road into town.

The boy he saw had longer hair than Hisoka’s, hanging a few inches below his shoulders, and it looked as dark and shiny as ink. The man beside the boy was huge, bigger than anyone Hisoka had ever seen, with arms wider than most men’s chests. His hair was long too, but white like sun-dried bones.

The two walked down the dirt path, at a pace fast enough to show intention but slow enough to lack purpose. Hisoka kicked his legs as he awaited their approach and launched himself off the fence to land in the middle of the path once they were within a few yards.

“Hello travelers,” Hisoka greeted. “Might I offer my services as a guide around town?”

“No thank you. We know where we’re going.” The older man said, his voice low and rough against Hisoka’s ears.

“You may know where you’re going, but what about the best way to get there? Wouldn’t want to wander down the wrong street and lose your wallet. Or worse, your life. I can guarantee a safe route to any place you’re headed.”

The man stared at him, his light blue eyes were cold, but Hisoka refused to let his body shiver from the chill.

“We’ll be fine.” The man finally said before stepping around Hisoka.

“Then how about a fortune?” He offered, turning as the man and the boy stepped around either side of him.

The man paused, and he spun around to face Hisoka. His right eyebrow was raised and Hisoka beamed at having caught his curiosity. The young boy didn’t look so impressed, but Hisoka was confident to raise his eyes after showing off his skill.

“Are you a specialist then?” The man asked.

“I am. Fortune telling runs deep in my blood. I’ve never been wrong yet.” He smiled, working to contain his pride so he wouldn’t come off as phony.

The man was still, as was his son. Neither one moved or spoke, but Hisoka kept the smile stretched across his face. His mother may have taught him all she knew about reading cards, but he still hadn’t quite mastered reading a person. Luckily, the man nodded for Hisoka to continue.

Hisoka knelt onto the dirt path and pulled the cards from his pocket. His mother used a very particular combination of playing cards and tarot cards to help read the future. A unique blend that she swore offered more truth and greater detail than one method alone. Hisoka shuffled his deck, closing his eyes and breathing carefully as he accepted the will of the universe to guide his hand.

“It is important to gather as much information as possible before a mission.” He heard the man state. “No matter how close you are to the end, and no matter who the information is from.”

“I understand.” Another voice replied. It was without any inflection and the tone was close to calm, if only for the lack of any other emotion to flavor it.

Hisoka opened his eyes as he laid the first card down. He drew the next and placed it beside the other, continuing until he had the first row -the past- complete. He began to explain the past.

“You are from a long history, and the hearts would suggest family history specifically. But the low number of hearts would suggest you’re not very close to any. You are a warrior, but also a man of money. The fighting and money are directly related. Your partner is similar to you. A warrior. But you met later in life, recently before marrying.”

Hisoka glanced up and didn’t see any change of expression on the man’s face. He continued to draw the cards for the present. A row that was ordinarily the shortest as it pertained to recent events.

“You are traveling to a new place. Warrior and money. You are here for a job that involves a fight and payment.”

There was only one reason a person would come to this useless town for a fight. Hisoka tilted his head up, eager to see if the man would react.

“You’re here to kill someone.”

The man’s eyes narrowed fractionally while the boy’s widened slightly. Hisoka’s blood pounded in his ears and his fingertips tingled as he continued, excited himself to see what the fortune would reveal. The last card in the present line spoke of knowledge and youth.

“And not only are you here to kill. You are here to teach the next generation.” The boy’s eyes didn’t move this time, but his jaw clenched just a bit.

Hisoka laid down the cards of the final row. The future for this man was long enough to suggest he wouldn’t die anytime soon. And all the clubs –a number inherently connected to people— hinted at the countless bodies that the man would continue to rack up.

“You will survive today. You will survive for many years. Lots of wealth and success. And I see more children for you…five in total. At least one girl.”

“Is that it?” The man asked as Hisoka picked up his cards.

“Well. You seem very attached to your work. Luckily for you, you are very successful at it.” Hisoka grinned as he cast a glance to the boy. “Would you like to try your luck?”

“No. We must be going.”

“That will be 100 jenny.”

The man frowned but pulled a bill from his pocket. “500 is the smallest I have.”

“Okay, but I don’t have change.” Hisoka chirped as he snatched the bill away from a hand as big as his face. “How about some insider information then? Tell me who you’re going to kill, and I might be able to offer a little something about him.”

“Gharet Morgil.”

“Oh~ Quite a high client. Got a lot people coming into town to see his women.” Hisoka knelt down in the dirt and drew a rough map with his finger. “That’s his place, east of the market square. When he’s not there selling and sampling his wares, he’s usually visiting his buddies down at the bar here,” Hisoka drew an x, “or at the gambling hall here,” he drew a circle.

             The man nodded and turned away, his son following him. Hisoka stood in the road, watching them leave, and was able to lock eyes with the son when he cast his dark gaze back towards Hisoka. He made sure to smile and wave at the boy, who simply looked away.

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The second time Hisoka saw the boy was a few hours later. He had gone into the market to haggle what he could for 500 jenny and noticed the boy standing underneath the shade of an old hotel. The squatters who lived there kept glancing over at the boy, their eyes hungry for something beyond food. It wasn’t until one took a step towards him that Hisoka abandoned his plans and rushed to the boy’s side.

Hisoka slung an arm around the boy, despite the sharp pain that suddenly permeated his arm, and guided him over to the empty water fountain. They sat in the shade of the concrete structure and only then did Hisoka release the boy. Turns out a needle was what caused the stabbing pain, and he plucked the offending object without a grimace. He should have expected as much when approaching an assassin’s son.

“Well, well, well, we meet again.” He smiled, offering the needle back to the boy.

The boy stared at him with deep, dark eyes before taking the needle back.

“My name’s Hisoka, by the way.” The boy said nothing. “What about you?”

“Illumi,” he replied as he stashed the needle somewhere in the folds of his elaborate robe. Hisoka wondered what other naughty things he might be hiding.

“So, I never got to tell your fortune earlier. Would you like me to?”

Illumi’s eyebrows furrowed, his eyes narrowed, and his lip curled down. Hisoka almost laughed at the textbook recreation of suspicion before him.

“Father said you’re a liar. You don’t have any nen.” Illumi tried to hold the expression as he spoke and Hisoka was finding it incredibly difficult to keep a straight face, knowing that the moment he laughed Illumi would take it to mean his fortune telling wasn’t serious.

“I don’t know what nen is, but I’m not lying. I really can tell fortunes. Was I wrong about anything I said to your dad?”

At this, the suspicion dwindled until his mouth was flat and his eyes were wide. “No. Everything was correct.”

“So then, I should be correct about you too. Aren’t you curious?” He held the pack of card aloft, waving them like an enticing treat. Illumi’s eyes followed his movement.

“Very well, but be quick. My father will be finished soon.”

Hisoka hummed an old lullaby his mother would sing as he closed his eyes and began to shuffle the deck as the universe stacked the deck accordingly. He pulled the first card and set it down, unsurprised to see the same one as that afternoon.

“You are from a long history, and the next card, hearts, suggests family history. The number of hearts however,” and here he tapped the card in question. “Are much higher than your father’s. Lots of hearts indicate deep familial ties and traditional values. You are very close to your family.”

The boy nodded. “I often help train my little brother.”

“And your profession is similar to your father. A warrior,” he pointed to the card. “and a man of money,” he tapped the next. “These clubs are lower in number. So you haven’t killed as many people yet.”

The boy seemed loathe to admit it, but he shook his head to confirm the suggestion.

Hisoka tapped the last tarot card, one of a man in stocks. “You have been through pain,” he explained and then moved on to tap the spades, a suit which always indicated an amount without being specific to a category like the others. “A lot of pain.”

“I’ve been doing very well in training.” Illumi nodded in affirmation.

Hisoka moved on to draw the present. With the boy’s youth, it was nearly the same length as his past.

“Travel to a new place. Fighting and money. Very similar to your dad’s but that’s to be expected.” He pulled the last few cards and saw the lover with a moon shortly after.

“You seem to be in love, but haven’t admitted it to yourself yet.”

He glanced up in time to see Illumi’s eyes dart away from his, but the pink dusting across his pale face wasn’t so easy to hide. Before he could remember the pin that had sank into his arm so easily, Hisoka reached out and touched Illumi again. He brushed Illumi’s long hair, just as silken and soft as he’d thought, aside and tucked the strand behind his ear. Now he could see how red the tips of his ears were.

Hisoka’s chest swelled with delight.

“Would you like to know what happens next?” He asked.

Illumi didn’t meet his eyes, but he nodded. Hisoka drew the future row.

“This tower means something big is going to change in your life. Not for the better, I’m afraid. Coupled with the hearts…something in your family dynamic is going to change.”

Illumi’s face was still flushed, but he snapped his attention towards Hisoka, his eyes wide in an honest panic. “My mother is pregnant. You don’t think-”

“I can’t say whether the baby will die, but…this fortune is about you. I’m not sure if your little brother’s death would affect you as much…perhaps he’ll be the new favorite? Take your parents attention away from you?”

Illumi’s eyes softened and his lip curled in thought. “Maybe,” he conceded with a whisper.

Hisoka pointed to the next card. “You’re going to be strong, have many dead bodies. Comparable to your father even, maybe more. But I’m afraid you will suffer. Weakness. Doubt. You’re going to lose your way,” Hisoka gestured to the spades, “more than once. You will be in this state for a long time, I’m afraid.”

“But you said I complete a lot of assignments? That I’ll be as good as my father?”

Hisoka fussed with his lower lip, unsure how to get his point across to a person so clearly focused on the wrong thing, but decided he was in over his head in that regard and continued.

“You will find love. It’s deeply tied to the middle path.” He tapped the card in case Illumi was confused by its strange title. “So, I think when you find your lover, they will help you find balance in your life. You will be content, confident. I see fulfillment and harmony.”

“That’s good,” Illumi smiled. It didn’t quite reach his eyes, but Hisoka didn’t mind. They were so lovely that it’d be a shame to lose any amount of them.

He picked up the cards, seeing once again the love he’d drawn for the present row. He glanced back at Illumi. There wasn’t any more of the blush from before. He was just considering how to bring it back when Illumi got to his feet. Hisoka followed his gaze and saw the large man from before approaching them from the east.

“Time to go,” he ordered, and Illumi rushed back to his side.

“Successful business?” Hisoka asked as he got to his feet. The man met his question with a scowl and walked away without a word. Illumi followed. Hisoka stood by the dry fountain, watching them leave, and was able to lock eyes with Illumi when he looked over his shoulder. Hisoka made sure to smile and wave at Illumi, who –after a furtive glance to his father— waved back.

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Link to story on ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26079688

Link to creator/curator of hisoillu week prompts

@illumiszoldycks

(Sorry for all the spamming. I saw the prompts today and got really excited and sat down to write all day. I’m done though. Thanks for all your patience~)

[razorblade180]

Shackles pt8: Everything

Part 7 <-

Black, pitch black. That’s all Blake could see around her as her body writhed on the coarse ground. What happened? Where was she? Those were the only major questions coming to the forefront of her pounding head until suddenly, her entire body jerked forward. Blake’s eyes opened as she gasped for air as if she was drowning. It was only at the sight of black smoke and blistering flames around her did the haze become clear. A bomb went off. A bomb near Yang and Jacquelyn.

Blake stumbled to her feet, dizzy from the blast. Somehow that was the only major impact. “Yang!!!?” She yelled painfully. “Jac- cough couch. Jacquelyn!!!?” Blake tried to take a step but her legs weren’t having it. They gave out immediately; it was only by the grace of familiar shrine garb that Black didn’t fall back to the ground. “Jacquelyn!?” Blake groaned. The maiden’s eyes glowed purple with magical power as she breathed heavily. She looked a little less worse than Blake. “How….”

“I...shot flames around us and the blast.” Jacquelyn huffed. Her body finally fell onto her knees with Blake leaning on her back. “It diverted the flames, but the impact was far too much. Especially how I am now.” Jacquelyn rubbed her stomach with concern. Hopefully the baby was just fine. Blake rolled off of her back and to the ground. If Jacquelyn hadn’t tried to protect her, Blake was positive that would’ve been the end. Yang however, she wasn’t near them. That alone made Blake feel dead inside.

She found the strength to get back on her hands and knees. The house was completely blown apart with rubble everywhere, but no sign of the blonde bruiser. “Yang…?” Blake said, her voice quivering in fear. That fear gave way when nobody responded. “YANG!!!!! WHERE ARE YOU!?”

The ground started to rumble before a pile of debris shot into the air. “Right...here!” Yang growled, climbing out of hole with Adam’s sword. Her hair blazed like an intense bonfire while her eyes raged red. She saw Blake struggling on the ground with Jacquelyn trying to stand. Yang stormed over to her and yanked her collar tightly. If it wasn’t for the smoke, Yang would’ve screamed until her lungs collapsed. “Care to explain why the fuck a bomb was in your house?”The anger came clearly through her teeth. Her grip immediately began to loosen by the pain of electricity. Yang wasn’t the only one in a fowl mood.

Jacquelyn grabbed the women’s wrist with charged hands. “If you’re delusional enough to still think this is some kinda trick then you got another thing-is...where did you get the sword?”

“Inside your house. Where else!?” Jacquelyn’s grip finally gave way and Yang backed off. “It’s the whole reason you don’t have a home now! It was sticking out behind a bed frame. I went to grab it and it had fucking trip wire on it! Didn’t you check his room!?”

A tint of red came over Jacquelyn. “That’s not his room. It was just a spare. We...we don’t sleep separately.” The look of judgement on her wasn’t an easy pill to swallow. Divulging that information didn’t exactly help her case in trying to be an unbiased member of this group. Jacquelyn reached for the blade but Yang pulled it away. “Ugh, listen, do you really think if I knew something about this then I’d willing be in the explosion and let someone else trip the bomb? Blake’s friends-” both frustrated women turned to look at the girl in question. They had been so busy being angry that they ignored the fact Blake was still trying to recover. Jacquelyn tried making the first move but Yang stepped ahead and carefully hit Blake on her feet, supporting her weight.

“You hurt?”

“Just winded. Jacquelyn bailed me out.” Blake was quick to add. No need for the situation to get any worse. “Like it or not, she’s with us Yang. As for who rigged that bomb, Adam didn’t do it.” Her claim was met with skepticism from her partner and shock from Jacquelyn. Blake grabbed Adam’s sword and held it close. Despite the smoke and ashes, a scent is a scent; nothing changed that. Especially one reeking of dust and blood, lots of blood. “This sword, the entire house itself smelled different from how it looked.”

“And….what would that be?” Jacquelyn asked. She watched Blake’s hand tremble as her claws dug a little the sheath.

“A slaughter house…” The explosion did more damage than Blake realized. Her body betrayed her will to go. As much as she wanted to continue, the only place she was going right now was back on the ground; the sound of her friends calling her name became muffled until silence. Blake felt all tension in her fade away, blacking out on the on the spot.

xxxx

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! The continuous sound of faunus falling to ground as their wrecked bodies gave into fatigue echoed through the cavern walls. The only thing louder was the guards frustration towards Adam’s reluctance to break. Jasmine hobbled down below, her eyes fixated on the man gritting his teeth as a whip cracked against his back and a blade glided along the flesh of his abdomen. Even from here, Jasmine could see Adam’s nails scratch his chains to stave off the urge to lash out.

They’re still at it…” Her brother lightly pushed her to keep moving. Too much slacking wouldn’t be good for them, yet she still couldn’t help but watch as she walked. “He’s really something else huh?”

“Yeah, a real fool.” Rajah said, his tone bitter and angry. “Maybe if he yelled then we’d get shown a little mercy.”

“Why would you want him to yell?”

“He’s the reason we’re here in the first place. If he didn’t fill mom and dad’s head with fighting then we wouldn’t be here right now.”

Jasmine slowed her walking. Her ears folded down and thought about her brother’s words. “Yeah...I guess you’re right.” Her gaze went back to Adam, the source of everything. It was a strange thing, her feelings. Anytime Jasmine looked at the guards, the tired prisoners, her frightened brother, the bodies; anger swelled deep inside her like an inferno. Not with Adam though. Despite the blame being on him, she just sorta felt...indifferent. Was it their conversation, or the fact Sobek personally hated him that made Jasmine like him on some surface level? She couldn’t tell the difference. All she could tell was the man named Adam Taurus was being beaten like the rest. Like herself. What good did that do?

Adam coughed up blood and wheezed heavily. How long was his session this time? Maybe an hour? Counting stopped numbing the pain at least three sessions ago. The guards finally gave him some space again. “Break time already?” He groaned with his head held down. A piece of him wanted to thank his past for giving him the experience to endure this. Then again, it was the same past that put him in the predicament. That’s what he wanted to believe anyways. Jackie would hit him on the head and go off on a tangent about choosing your actions. A tiny smile snook onto his face. He liked her over the top speeches.

A hand slowly appeared under his chin and lifted his head. “What are you so happy about?” Said Sobek.

The feel of his calloused hands against normal skin unnerved Adam, and that’s saying something. Ripping off scales couldn’t be healthy in any way, but nothing Sobek did suggested a healthy state of being. “If you think this is a smile then you’re sicker than I thought.” Adam retorted.

“Predictable response.”

“And yet you still asked. Cut to the chase already. Is this another attempt at a speech or a display of power?”

Sobek smirked, “nothing so repetitive. I just thought the monster would like to know the den we found you in is gone. Our spring trap was sprung. How unfortunate for you.”

Adam couldn’t hide his look of concern. Sobek paced around. “Care to tell me who in their right mind would be in that house? They must’ve showed up looking for you.”

“Your dead family.” Adam didn’t even get the chance to blink before Sobek backhanded him for that answer.

“I should just cut you into pieces and be done with it!” Sobek’s grip on Adam’s lower jaw tightened.

The taste of iron became heavier in his mouth. A look at bloodshot eyes and a nasty snarl proved that Sobek was still a faunus no matter his delusional claims. “Tsk, and I’m the monster?”

“Like you have any ground to stand on. You and I are not the same.”

“Oh I know, and so do they.” Adam nudged his head toward the people below. There wasn’t an eye that wasn’t on the vicious doctor and terrorist. Those who looked at Adam weren’t thinking of the man himself, but staring at the injuries. The same couldn’t be said for Sobek. Looks of fear, anger, shock, judgement; it was aimed right at him. Even his men were put off a little.

“WHAT ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT!?” Snarled, not helping his case. “Do you feel sympathy towards this...thing; this good for nothing animal!? He is nothing to shed pity over and certainly nothing close to anything that resembles a leader that you all so blindly followed!!!” Sobek huffed. He couldn’t believe how stubborn Adam was to break. It had been days since he'd arrived. Nonstop torture, day in and day out. It was beginning to be a problem. If Adam stayed stubborn, then they all might. It was for that reason why Sobek had a backup plan.

The crocodile man slicked back his hair, regaining composure, then walked off the platform and up to awning shielded by class. It was where old SDC guards watched over the miners. It was still plenty sturdy, and fully equipped. Minutes went by before Sobek descended from it with a devious smirk. For the first time since arriving, Adam actually felt his blood run cold. In Sobek’s right hand...was a branding iron. The infamous three letters glowing red hot.

“Remember this?” Sobek asked sarcastically. He slowly started to approach Adam, enjoying the sight of him attempting to break his shackles by tugging and jerking the chain link. “Come now, you know that won’t work. You know I think I’ll test a new experiment today. What will hurt more? Branding your good eye, or placing this perfectly over the first scar? Only one way to find out!” Sobek laughed.

Terror and pent up wrath filled Adam to the point guards tried to hold him down, but were met with horns bashing their faces and screams. “I swear, I fucking swear Sobek, death will be the only thing you want after this! P-Monsters like us, we get what we deserve a hundred times over! You and your crew-” a guard finally grabbed him by the hair and slammed his to the ground and held it there.

Was this irony, karma? It had to be. The excessive breathing, crowd, the complete lack of compassion as Adam found himself screaming while men held him down in order to make an example. How could so many years pass by and he still be in the exact same situation? Once again, Adam felt powerless. Deep down a feeling tugged inside of him that was different from last time. Jacquelyn, a person who was no doubt worrying about him. A person he wanted to see. A person he wanted to call out for. However, he did not. Under no circumstances was he gonna give Sobek any information about her. This was his problem, and yet…

“H-elp…” he said, barely above a whisper. Sobek’s boots stopped right in front of him. Adam’s good eye can only see the man towering above him with the brand at the ready. And just like those many years ago, Adam shed tears of fear while letting out a plea into a frightened crowd.

“Somebody, anybody, HEEEEELLLLLP!”

For the first time...a cry was shouted back.

“LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!” Cried the voice of the only one who would dare move, Jasmine. Nobody realized she had climbed the platform. She wasted no time ramming all the strength she could muster into Sobek’s stomach. Her claws dug into his flesh, teeth clamped down. Two things were made clear in that moment to Jasmine. Her animal intensity was a gift, not a disease like Sobek tried to brainwash into people. The other thing she already knew from the start. There’s no way any justice could exist in a place like this. Only one thing makes a place like this. Hate, and she had plenty of that to give. Her claws slashed at Sobek’s fleshy arms and made him drop the branding iron down below to the crowd.

People stepped back as the tool made a loud bang against the ground. Several guards scrambled to retrieve it, but so did one prisoner. Rajah, armed with his pickaxe. His legs had moved on their own and fear ran deep into his heart as he saw his little sister get slammed to the ground. He told her to behave. To keep her calm. Why couldn’t she listen? Why couldn’t he stop running? Had she inspired him to act? No. Deep down he knew exactly why he moved. If that thing reached Sobek again, Adam wouldn’t be the only one branded. His sister, everyone might be. Rajah raised his pickaxe for all to see, then smashed the weapon of their torture.

A deathly echo resonated from the impact into utter silence. Rajah looked up to see the soulless eyes of his captor burrow into his very being, paralyzing his body from pure terror. Not even the force of guards pinning him to the ground snapped him back to reality. What had he done?

Sobek’s teeth snarled like a pure beast. He wrapped his hand around Jasmine’s neck and squeezed. “Clearly I’ve been far too lenient with you. I thought I told you what to expect if you couldn’t behave like a good little girl.” He looked at his men. “Get the boy ready for his correction.”

Rajah felt his heart stop. He frantically tried to escape the grasps of the guards but to know gain. “Hellllp! Let me go!”

“Raja-ahh!” Jasmine could barely cough let alone speak. Her eyes glared immensely at Sobek’s in fury that refused to die.

“This time, I’ll make sure you stay broken.” He slammed her against the ground, knocking her out briefly. He wasted no time dragging her through the doors back to the torture rooms.

Adam pulled at his chains. He had shown fear and it cost him. “Sobek! Leave them out of this!”

“Beat him within an inch of death!” Sobek demanded. “Just an inch.” Sobek’s men didn’t hesitate to start kicking and beating Adam’s body like a drum while their master went to make an example of defiant animals.He looked at the bleeding child in his hand💀 “All you had to do was learn. Now pain will be your teacher.

Adam could only grunt as the mysterious door closed once again.“SOBEK!!!!”

xxxx

Black. Once again, Blake found herself waking up to blinding light. Thankfully, it wasn’t the scorching sun. It was her lamp. Blake laid in her bed, bandaged up. “I’m home? How did-” the door opened and it was Ilia who entered, surprised by her friend’s state.

“You’re awake!”

“And you’re here?” What is- agh!” The side of her ribs ached as Blake tried to sit up. “How’d you get here so fast?”

“I didn’t. Blake you’ve been asleep for a little over a day.” Ilia sat at the edge of the bed. “Sun and I have been here for a couple hours now. Had to make a few stops.”

“Stops? Wait, how are Yang and Jacquelyn!?” Blake’s voice trembled. “Did any grimm attack on the way back? How-”

Ilia covered the girl’s mouth. “Take a breath, they’re okay.” She watched how Blake slowly lost tension in her body from her words. Ilia regretted covering her face though. Blake looked down at her red stained fingers. Knowing Blake, she probably could smell her too. Ilia removed her hand quickly. To know shock, Blake looked concerned.

“Ilia…”

“It’s fine okay? You told me what was happening and I had the means to get answers.” She justified, mainly to herself. “Those thugs were gonna kill me or worse anyways. I won’t lose sleep over it, much.”

Blake took Ilia’s hands and held them close.“Did Sun see?”

Ilia shook her head. “No, not entirely. I kept him out of the room but at the end I… well, disposing them was too much for me alone. His team did it without my input. I’d feel worse about it if I didn’t gain anything of value from it all.” Ilia got off the bed and walked towards a wall. A heavy and irritated sigh came from deep down. “Given what I’ve learned from you and Jacquelyn was it? If our incidents are related, then Adam is actually in Vacou. Underground, in a very old, very unsafe abandoned dust mine.”

Blake hung on every word said. Her gut twisted into knots from this new information and what she had smelled in Jacquelyn’s home. “How many White Fang members are in there?”

Ilia tossed her scroll at Blake. She watched as her face turned pale by what was on it. Dozens of pictures and videos in inferred signatures rising, then falling. Some got added, while others went dark fast. “Sun and I stopped to confirm the location we were told. It took everything I had not run into that place immediately. Blake, they’re just killing us. Regardless of if Adam’s alive or not, we need to-”

“Does Jacquelyn know?” Blake said, finding her voice again. Guilt spread across Ilia’s face. Suddenly, Blake feared the worst. “Where is she?”

“I couldn’t stop her.”

“You let her go!?”

Ilia threw her arms up, equally upset. “Like I had a choice!? You haven’t exactly told me important things, like knowing the winter maiden; Adam being alive and then being connected is another thing! Of all people not to tell, me? You watched me bury an empty casket out of respect for that guy. That shit gets to me!” Ilia began to pace around the room. “You fully know Adam is not this exclusive entity that’s only shaped your life. I had a right to know!”

“I know! I know…” Blake felt her blood rush and nails dig into her sheets. “You do have a right. I just… it was so confusing and I didn’t know things would… ugh, I’m not trying to make excuses okay? Listen, I swear I’ll come clean with everything but now is not the time. We need to catch up to Jacquelyn.”

“Stop deflecting! You’re in no shape to move anyways. Why would a maiden need help, and why does she care about-”

“Damnit Ilia, she’s pregnant with his kid!” Blake shouted. Her words had frozen Ilia in her tracks. Time was a thing Blake refused to waste. Even if the worst had already come to pass, Blake could at least save two lives; as well as any others that still suffered. Blake forced herself out of bed and passed Ilia, heading down stairs.

Her sense of urgency only got her as far as the living room before she saw Yang and Sun standing up, both alarmed by her swift actions. Yang quickly took hold of her by the wrist. “Let me go!”

“Hold on a second! Where are you going?”

Blake locked eyes with Yang. “Where did you think?” her arm tensed and tugged but couldn’t escape. “Did you even try to stop her, Jacquelyn?”

“You know damn well nothing I could say would’ve helped. Not like it matters. I doubt A-”

“SHUT UP!” Blake screamed as loud as she could. Anger and anxiety manifested as tears that threatened to run down her face. “As if you cared about what actually happened to him.”

Yang felt her hand trembling. Blake’s judgements gaze turned her own gaze to scarlet. Was coming here a mistake? Did this one man’s existence truly mean the death of one of Yang’s greatest relationships? The one she wanted to restore so badly? “You’re right… there hasn’t been a day I didn’t wish that stab killed him instantly, but what does that have to do with what’s right here, right now? You know as well as I do Blake that running off now means nothing without a plan or rest. You’re racing to a dead man.”

The tears finally fell, and they fell full with a silent wrath that Blake had never felt, or has been seen. “So what? Then I’ll save the body.” A burst of strength freed her arm and Blake didn’t look back. She ran, ran far and fast. Disappearances, murders, torture, how could this have all swept by her? Blake promised them peace. Blake hoped for peace, believed things were changing. Nothing had changed. Nothing, but the one person she never believed could. Blake was no High Leader of peace. Merely a leader of the blind.

Yang could only watch her partner race of, her final words still echoing clear. Saving the body, Jacquelyn had said the same thing. Yang looked at the hand that failed to reach her friend. “Why…” she clenched her fist tightly and began to cry. “Why can’t I hold onto you?”

Ilia had finally come down the stairs to see the end result of further friction. Sun pointed in Blake’s direction and Ilia took off running. “I’ll keep her safe. Call Ghira and Kali!” She didn’t stop to get a confirmation. She didn’t need it. “I’ll keep her safe Sun. For everyone’s sake.”

Ilia might not have been looking back but Sun nodded anyways. “Good luck.”

“Good luck? How could you say that right now?” Yang said trembling. “I’ll keep her safe?” Yang had reached her limit. Her head snapped towards him and grabbed his shirt. “HOW COULD THE BOTH OF YOU SAY THAT SO CASUALLY!?” She cried, shaking him. “HOW CAN YOU KEEP UP WITH HER WHEN I...I” Yang fell to her knees in defeat. It’s always been this way. Even from the very start. No matter how close Blake had gotten, Yang always felt like she was out of reach; while others, while Sun never failed to keep his stride. All that Yang was, could never take all who Blake is. It’s why their love broke down. It’s why Yang broke down. “How are you okay with this?”

Sun wasn’t sure what to think of all of this. He’s seen Yang upset, but never so...in pain. He knelt down and reached slowly for her hand, until she actively grabbed him tightly. “Yang, who says I’m okay?” Her body jolted. Yang’s head rose up to look at him. Sun could only offer a small smile and a hand to wipe her tears. “I’m scared out of mind. There’s so much I didn’t know like Ilia and things I wanted to say to Blake before she left, but didn’t. Not right now anyways. Ilia is the same, I'm sure.”

“Yet you stay here without question and Ilia follows her into a living nightmare without question!? How could-”

“Because at the end of it all, agreeing or not, comprehending or confused, I’ll stand by Blake to help anyway I can. You know as well as I do Blake follows the beat of her own drum, and she doesn’t know how it’ll turn out. People like you, Ilia, and I, we’re encouraged to, well, free to join in and add to the crazy beat. What we can’t do, is stop it. Blake will do it anyways. It’s why I love her so much. Easily her best, and most dangerous quality. That’s why she’s always telling people they’re free to leave. Blake’s never gonna ask someone to take part in her risks. Yeah, this situation is nuts; I’m definitely gonna chew her ear off by the end of whatever happens. Until then, nothing matters but making sure the end isn’t the worst it could be.”

Was that really his entire reasoning? She’ll do it anyways so might as well help. It was so reckless, dangerously simple, it was..Sun. It was Sun, and it used to be her too. Yang couldn’t count how many times she did something and Blake ran with it, or at least stuck around in case she needed help. Has that attitude changed? Yang didn’t think so. This situation though, it was… “You can willingly help Adam without a second thought?”

“Hmm? Of course not. I can help Blake without a second thought. If that leads to Adam, then fine. I’ll take him if I have to and be glad if there’s no need. Though, I know why that’s harder for you to do than me.” He squeezed her prosthetic. “Blake actually called me about you visiting. She was so happy to finally see you again. Even if things fell apart, Blake liked that you wanted to try. I’m pretty sure it’s the same with Adam. All Blake wants is a chance to have everything she dreams about. Pretty greedy, I think I’m a bad influence hehe.” He stood up and faced the open door. The light of the sunset had finally begun to fade. “Yang, is Blake in your dream ending?”

“What kind of question is that?” Yang held her head down. “You know she is. Honestly, Blake’s the last piece. I even have my mom back for crying out loud.”

“Ha, if that’s the case…” Sun reached for hand again and got Yang on her feet. “Dance to the end.”

A fire inside Yang felt ready to burn her up. It felt terrifying, yet nostalgic. How long had it been since she felt so exhilarated? Still Yang knew the price to pay for wanting everything. If she were to do this, she’d risk the future Jaune and her were going to have. Yang’s hand rubbed her stomach. No one would judge her for stopping now. Sun might’ve spoken differently if he knew, or maybe not? He’d probably tell her ‘everything’ would mean not losing Blake and the baby. Weirdly enough, there was beauty in that mindset.

“Sun?”

“Yeah?”

Yang smiled at him,then ran out the door. “I’ll keep those idiots safe!”

Sun could only cuff his hands around his mouth and scream with all of his heart.

“GOOD LUCK!” He pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it to rub a ring inside. “Good luck...”

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Friendly Encounters- Chapter Five

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: A friend challenges you to go out of your comfort zone and talk to one of the cute boys at the café. However, after attempting to flirt with one of them, they reveal that they are in a relationship with each other. It’s fine, though, because you’re all friends now!

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: Romance

𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔: Smut, Angst

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Graphic Depictions of sex, Use of Slurs, This chapter really hits you in the feels.

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈: 8k

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Jimin x Yoongi x Reader

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After making sure that Jimin is safely hidden from your father’s judgmental stare (and that you have your clothes intact), you open the door, awkwardly greeting your father who went on a business trip.

“I was called back here on short notice. Apparently one of my colleagues saw you out and about with some boys, what’s this about?” You sigh, relieved that he didn’t catch you and Jimin in the act.

“They are just friends. You know that I don’t date.” You leave it at that, your father taking his leave once again after he is satisfied with your answer.

“Shit, I thought he caught us.” You help pull Jimin up out from under your bed. 

“I did too.” He gives you a kiss on the cheek, before taking the vibrator out of your clenching hole. “I can’t believe you stayed quiet that entire time, I really thought you were about to give me away.” He lets out a chuckle before wrapping his lips around your pearl and sucking your clit a bit too harshly.

“Fuuuuuck, Jimin!” You throw your head back as your boyfriend hits that bundle of nerves right as he circles your g-spot and a sticky white substance comes gushing out, making you moan straight into a pillow. The overstimulation was enough to make your legs give out, resulting in a much less pleasurable muscle cramp right on your thigh. Jimin lets out a soft chuckle before helping you sit up and he massages your leg until the pain is gone.

“You’re so tense, kitten. Maybe it would help if we did this everyday now, from about 5-8, particularly?” 

You give him a peck on the lips, unfazed by the fact that he tasted like you but also surprised by how it’s not bad. Jimin’s lips look better covered in cum. Your own cum. Geez, you know you’re going to hell for thinking that. But you’re just stating the facts here.

“Jiminie, we don’t need a schedule to hang out. Besides, you must be busy with work.”

“Nope, I’ve got that covered.” He gives you his phone so you could see his schedule for yourself. Every day he has an 8 hour shift from 8am-3pm every day. It’s the most consistent one you’ve seen yet, considering the café hours are still inconsistent. Maybe that’s why Jin doesn’t have as many customers as he’d like to have.

“Do you guys have any form of advertising?” You ask, as he plays in bed next to you while you scroll through tumblr mindlessly looking at the hot idol boys with their abs flashing the camera and neatly brushed hair as they know exactly what they do to their fans at home.

“Just flyers, I guess.” Jimin seems uninterested, more concentrated on the video game in front of him.

“Hmm, I think I have an idea.” You let out a chuckle before turning to look at the contact in front of you. You were about to help Jin expand his business.

                            ༻• Wednesday, At a Houseparty •༺ 

You didn’t tell Jimin and Yoongi because you didn’t want them to worry, but you had a release period and used the opportunity to meet up with someone at a party that a mutual friend of yours was hosting.

It was Jaehyun, Jungkook’s much more attractive twin. You flash him your best smile before greeting him like an old friend.

“It’s nice to see you again, babe. Didn’t think you were coming back to my place anytime soon after what my brother did.” 

He smiles at you, knowing that your interaction with him was temporary and you were probably using him for your own personal needs.

You aren’t like that, but Jae doesn’t know any better. You proved enough with the way you pushed him aside every time he offered you a cigarette. Who even smokes nowadays?

“Just because I’m not friends with Jungkook anymore doesn’t mean we can’t hang out. I think you’re pretty cool on your own.” 

You weren’t lying, you did think Jae had a coolness factor that Jungkook couldn’t compete with. He has that bad boy edgy-ness that you don’t find anywhere else.

As you look around, he leans in and whispers in your ear,

“For the record, I think you’re pretty cool too, nerd girl.” You blush as he compliments you, feeling strangely attracted to him. He always flirts with you, but this time felt different. Is it because he gained muscle? Or maybe it’s the cool tattoos that stretch around his biceps. 

You shake off your thoughts, excusing yourself to get a drink. Your new friend is nowhere in sight, the only detail you have of them is that they will be wearing a very bright red article of clothing.

At first your gaze is directed to the guy with a red cap on backwards, who is coincidentally surrounded by girls on a couch but it couldn’t be him because he’s too busy in a conversation with someone already.

You keep scanning the crowd until your eyes land on a woman. She has dark hair, as dark as the night sky when the moon is nowhere to be seen.

She has a bright red dress on, covered in sequins from head to toe and golden hoop earrings. You can make out these details as she sways her hips to the music blaring through the speakers, looking much older than the kids surrounding her.

She has to be a woman in her late twenties, at least, but she looks very graceful, moving around with much more control as the people around her sloppily make out with each other and dance like they just learned how to walk.

She isn’t drunk either, as she notices you staring and a playful smirk tugs on her lips. You blush, looking away as she made her way over to the punch table, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi cutie! I’m guessing you must be Yoonmin-Café?” She giggles as you nod, smoothing out the wrinkles in your old dress that you wore to one of your arranged marriage meetings.

“That’s me, and you must be Bellasaurus?” She lets out a laugh that could rival Jin’s.

And then it hits you; this lady is exactly like Jin. With her looks, to her obvious age, and her maturity.

“Let’s talk.”

You both make your way to a less crowded area, and since you’ve been inside the Jeon residence thousands of times before, you can navigate easily with your eyes closed.

“My name is actually Sonia. I use Bellasaurus as a cover name for my business.”

“You design websites for marketing purposes, correct?”

“Yes, and I run a successful multi-million dollar blog from my family’s account. Apart from that, I’m fully self-made.” You nod, impressed by her credentials.

“I want to do something for my friends. They work at a café and I just wish people could see the kind of love I’ve experienced at that place. If you could find it in your heart, please help me show the world what I see everyday behind the counter, with warm individuals spreading love for the world through the art of barista-ing.” You cringe at your own last few words, causing the woman to double over in a fit of laughter before she rubs the tears away from her eyes.

“Okay, okay, you’ve convinced me. I’ll design a site for the café.”

“Yes!” You jump up, shaking her hand in enthusiasm.

”Not so fast, cutie,” You gulp at her tone, feeling your heart sink at her sudden words. “I’ll have to check this place out myself to see just how ‘full of love,’ it really is. For all I could know, these people could be holding you hostage and forced you to come here against your will.”

“I’m 18! A perfectly legal adult and fully capable—”

“Yadda yadda yadda, yeah spare me the details, I need some real proof here.”

“Fine,” You stand up, gesturing for her to follow you. “Catch you later, Jae.” You wave to your host as he waves back. Things have eased a lot between you two. Maybe if you have him a chance earlier things wouldn’t have been so bad between you, Jasmine, and Jungkook.

The lady follows behind you, panting as you walk only one block.

“I thought you wanted to check the place out yourself?” You ask with a smug smile, folding your arms as she looks up at you with daggers in her eyes.

“I wasn’t expecting ya to walk all the way there now, I thought we were gonna set up another meeting at the location.” She pants, taking off her heels and walking barefoot on the sidewalk.

“Nope.” You enthusiastically make your way to the cafe, ringing the bell and surprising your boyfriends with your appearance as they were close to closing time, anyways.

“Why aren’t you in school? And who’s this old lady?” Jimin asks in a scolding tone as you blushh and fumble with your words.

“Old lady? Well I’ll have you know I’m 29, young man, rude boy!” She sticks her tongue out at him before taking in the environment. “You know what, I think I see what you meant,” Sonia turns back to you, giving you a wide grin. “I’ll do it. I’ll design a blog about this place,” She smirks, fishing out a business card. “Where can I meet the owner?” She asks you.

“Ah, he’s probably stocking things as we speak, always busy.” You make your way to the back, finding Jin in the middle of moving items into the pantry. Sonia hands you her shoes, quickly getting to work in helping Jin. After a bit of light conversation, the two find that they share an interest in dad jokes. This is something that you didn’t know about Sonia. You pat Jin on the back and then he looks surprised when Sonia mentions that you were the one that came to her. 

“I’d love to accept, but how do I repay you?” Jin pouts, as if he is doing aegyo for the woman. It’s actually really cute. 

“Let me come here and drink coffee once a week. I’d love to spend some time getting to know this quaint little place in the middle of our city.”

“It’s not really that well-known, but if that’s what you want-”

“Please. I want to.” She puts a hand on her heart and nods at Jin, winking at you.

“Okay.”

Jin doesn’t question why she’s in a party dress, or why you did your makeup heavier than usual. His mind is more preoccupied by the woman who made his heart flutter. Sonia was pretty, and she seemed to be cut from the same cloth as him, which is rare enough.

                                ༻• Wednesday, At Home •༺ 

“That was quite a stunt you pulled there, kitten.” Yoongi pulls off his coat as he gets home, being tasked with temporarily babysitting you, since your mother was out again for a night shift. 

“I just wanted to help business grow. I mean, Jimin was complaining about it feeling empty, and you just look so happy, mixing concoctions for customers.”

“I understand that, but what if this stranger tried to hurt you? You can’t trust anyone online these days.” Yoongi gently scolds you, and you fold your arms as the hour hand of the clock nears 10. Jimin should have returned 2 hours ago. Strange.

“Where’s Jimin?” You ask, whipping out your phone and typing something in.

“He’s probably at the jeweler’s,” Yoongi smirks as you turn to him with wide eyes. “Relax, kitten. He went there to get a watch fixed,” He kisses your cheek before making his way to the stairs. “I’m gonna go take a shower. Maybe after I’m done we can spend some more time together?” You nod, thinking back to when you first hung out with Yoongi, listening to some of your favorite songs together.

“Sounds like a plan.” You can’t help but feel worried about your other boyfriend, though. Since Yoongi doesn’t seem very worried, you can conclude he’s safe, and he’ll be back soon.

You retreat upstairs, sighing as you start doing your homework. You only finish half, taking an hour with just three classes. You decided to save math for last, putting your things away as Yoongi knocks on your bedroom door.

“Hey, sorry I took so long. I love taking long, hot showers.” You always thought Yoongi was a more ‘cold showers’ type of guy, since he seemed awkward and couldn’t express himself right off the bat. It took you awhile to get to know him for who he is now, which is your sweet boyfriend.

“That’s nice. I love hot showers too. It gives me the same effect as a hot bath, you know?” He nods, crawling into your bed and rustling the covers. You kick your slippers off, joining him under the covers as he goes on his phone.

“I wanna take millions of pictures of you. We haven’t really done a lot of couple stuff one-on-one. It’s important that we take time doing that, or else it can really affect us as a trio.” You snuggle into Yoongi’s chest, inhaling his fresh pine scent. Yoongi smells less fruity than Jimin, and much more musky. It’s a good musk, actually stronger than Jungkook’s scent. You loved that scent as well, so you don’t waste any time at all with rubbing your face into his chest. He’s wearing a dark green sweatshirt with a pair of comfy pants, just making you crave him even more as he runs his fingers through his bleach-blond hair.

“I’m obsessed with your scent. You’re just so...warm.” You pause for a moment, your gaze flickering from his lips, to his eyes, to his lips. And as you lick your own lips, it’s evident enough that you want to kiss him. Do it. He almost dares you with his own eyes, a blank stare taking the place of his usual smirk.

The kiss is slow at first, you close your eyes, just pressing your lips lightly against his. And then you slip your tongue in, as he pulls you on top of him and you’re both fighting for dominance as you buck your hips into his hard-on.

“Shit.” He groans as you do it again, twisting on top of him as he pulls you down for an open-mouthed kiss. Before you know what’s happening, you’re humping him, literally grinding against him, basically having sex with your clothes on.

“Oh gosh I’m gonna come, Yoongi!” You let out a moan and shiver as he kisses your neck, muttering curses in Korean before moaning in your ear.

“I’m coming too!” You both are tangled up, panting messes as you ride out your orgasm, and your panties are ruined. You flop down on the bed next to Yoongi, sweating profusely and out of breath as he hands you a water bottle. “I haven’t come like that since the eighth grade. And I mean that in a completely good way, dry humping never got me anywhere. I never came from it.” You give him a tired smile before kissing his cheek.

“Maybe it’s a matter of doing it with the right person.” You wink.

“Now that that’s done, I’ll have to go change into a new pair of boxers.”

“Same here. Whoa, I didn’t know I could come without clitoral stimulation.” You thought it was a myth.

“Consider yourself lucky, huh?” You smile as he kisses your lips one last time before disappearing.

“Yoongi, Y/N?” You hear Jimin’s voice further down the hallway. He’s finally returned! Kicking off your panties, you slide your shorts back on and you make your way to the voice.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” You gasp when you see the bruised lip and cut on Jimin’s cheek. “Who did this to you?”

“A couple of guys in the neighborhood thought it would be funny to ‘beat some sense into the fag,’ and when I told them I get more pussy than them, they were enraged.” You stroke his back as he sinks onto the floor in the middle of the hallway, and you both sit in silence as Yoongi opens the door to their shared bedroom.

“Let’s get you fixed up,” He doesn’t even ask Jimin any questions as the boy walks into the room.

“People can be cruel when it comes to things they don’t understand.” You nod in agreement as Yoongi cleans the cut with an alcohol swab and puts a bandaid on his face. 

“But why do they call you slurs even if they don’t know your sexuality?” Yoongi shrugs.

“I’m an easy target? I don’t know. They do it because they are ignorant, thinking they’re doing God’s work because people like me shouldn’t exist.” You frown, looking at Jimin’s busted lip again with tears in your eyes.

“That’s not even fair! You just...you’re so kind and sweet and just...it’s so unfair. I’m sorry Jimin-ah.” You kiss his nose as a silent tear makes its way down your face.

“It’s not your fault, baby. This world is filled with ignorance, you can’t blame them for what they did. It was how they were raised.” This man, no, angel is so forgiving that you can’t accept what happened.

“You are actually an angel, Jimin.”

“Thanks Y/N!” He flinches as Yoongi starts cleaning the cut, presumably from the burn. His grip on your hand tightens.

“So...that brings me to my next question. When are you planning to visit your parents?” You refrain from using the word “family,” since Jimin seems more fragile right now. You know now isn’t the best time to bring it up, but if you don’t, who will?

“You don’t have to answer her if you don’t want to, baby.” Hearing Yoongi be so loving with Jimin just makes your heart jolt in your chest. You feel warm and tingly knowing that there is such a caring man looking after you, but there’s uneasiness in your chest as well as doubt. Present yet ever shrinking.

“No, we agreed on this, remember? I’ll go back to my parents when we’re ready. Trust me, you’ll know when it’s time.” He directs his last sentence at you, flinching as Yoongi presses down on his bruised lip.

“We can fix this later. For now, just don’t roll over to the other side of the bed.” Jimin groans as his boyfriend kisses his cheek and he feels the numbness spreading, blocking him from feeling anything else.

“I want kisses.” Jimin pouts as Yoongi brushes his finger across his bruise, touching the bandaid with remorse in his eyes.

“I know, Chim. But you’re hurt. Let’s wait for the wound to heal.” For a moment, your heart clenches. It’s like they are in a different world, interacting with each other. They’ve known each other for years, you know that their bond is a lot stronger and they are closer to each other than they are with you. You feel like you’re intruding on a private moment, like you saw something that was not meant for your eyes.

“Mmm? Y/N, did you hear me?” Yoongi pulls you out of your trance as he calls you again. 

“Sorry, I must’ve zoned out. What did you ask?” You fold your hands in your lap, feeling useless since Jimin is already patched up and ready for bed.

“I asked if we could take a rain check on our little house date. Jimin really needs me right now, especially since you bought up his parents. He’s a little sensitive.” You understand what he’s saying for the most part, but your brain twists his words and makes him sound like he’s blaming you for Jimin’s mental state. You knew his parents were the ones that hurt him first, the ones to cast him out on the streets after he told them who he really was, so why did you just talk about going back to them?

It’s just a cycle of pain. As you curl up in your bed alone and left with your thoughts, Jimin and Yoongi are fast asleep in each other’s embrace, not bothered in the slightest bit of any external forces.

You take a moment to wiggle around in your bed before turning on a dim light and grabbing the sky blue vibrator that Jimin got for you a day prior, staring at it as if it would give you answers. As of now, you can assume Jimin’s “lessons” will be on hiatus. 

You just want to cum, to come so hard that you forget about the world and all its problems. You wish you could be alone with Yoongi and Jimin in peace. After turning on the vibrator and imagining Jimin’s thick, girthy cock in place of the light blue vibrator, you start moaning, sucking your own fingers, thinking of Yoongi’s dick in your mouth, and how you could take them both so well if they gave you the chance. You wanted to be ruined, it was only a matter of time before it happened. After a much-needed orgasm, you shut everything down and you try to go to sleep.

                                  ༻• Thursday, At Home •༺  

Your mom gets home early from work, but she leaves quickly as she planned to meet up with an old friend from college. You send her away with a smile on your face, obviously dreaded to be left alone at home again.

Jimin was here, but you felt awkward with speaking to him again since you brought up the topic of his parents. You opted out of knocking on his door, instead staying in your room and texting your sensible friend, Toriel, as she asks you about how things are going with you, Yoongi, and Jimin. You’ve yet to tell her about the poly arrangement, so for now she thinks you’re just harboring unrequited feelings and that you have a schoolgirl crush on the two older men.

Gay men, you’ve never confirmed or denied their gay-ness, so for now she thinks that you’re basically barging into a perfectly happy relationship. Lately, Toriel has been getting on your nerves.

Maybe that’s just the lust talking. Who are you kidding? You need to get laid. After being teased by Jimin and being called “kitten” by both men, you can’t beat around the bush. You ignore the lingerie set that Jimin got you and instead you go to the closet to pull out a set of dark purple lace, with matching panties, a bra, and some complimentary fishnet stockings. You felt more uncomfortable with the stockings on, but you looked good, and with your matching black fishnet gloves, you looked good too.

Now you just need to wait. You take the box of toys and grab the makeshift dick, growing impatient as you swirl the head around your entrance. You close your eyes, imagining Jimin kissing your neck while Yoongi ate you out. Or better yet, Jimin ruining your pussy as Yoongi watches. 

The lewd imagery of Yoongi pumping his huge cock in his hand has you shivering, as you push the dildo further inside your drenched hole. You let out a small moan, as your walls tighten around it, and just like a real dick, you feel full. Except, it never comes. You orgasm quietly, covering your mouth as your imagination runs wild. Consisting of Jimin wearing lingerie, stripping it off as he grinds his pretty peach ass against your thigh. Suddenly, you pin him to the counter, sucking his cock harshly, rubbing his testes through the sheer panties.

You wake up the next morning, to your alarm ringing loudly in your ear. You gasp at your state, finding your hand buried between your legs, while you’re wearing nothing but sexy lingerie and fishnet stockings. Your legs are itchy, but that’s probably from being restrained by the tight stockings. Damn, I’m thick. Is the first thought that comes to your mind. The next thing you notice is the sex toys lying scattered. You only have one dildo and vibrator, but you wouldn’t dare get caught with either of them in your possession. On top of that, you hope things with Jimin will get better. If you’ll be spending all of next week with him and Yoongi alone, you don’t know if you can handle the awkwardness. That’s why today, you are going to make up with him.

You start by changing into some clothes, making sure you cover your body so your boyfriend doesn’t notice. You rush in and out of the bathroom, running past Yoongi as he tiredly trudges over to the open door.

“You late for school?” You shake your head, before making your way to the kitchen. You can’t believe you fell asleep when you were supposed to be seducing your younger boyfriend with your sexy undergarments. Luckily, he didn’t stumble into your room last night and find you in your sprawled out state. You really were a mess.

“G-good morning Y/N.” You look up to see that Jimin has entered the kitchen, but he doesn’t make eye contact with you. He avoids your gaze completely, eyes trained on the toast in his plate instead.

“Hi Jiminie...I was hoping to talk to you today.” He looks up at you with wide eyes, a light pink blush prominent on his cheeks.

“R-really? What is it about?” You find his behavior strange, but he is trying to be as normal as he can be. After what happened yesterday. Unbeknownst to you, Jimin had seen everything that happened the night prior, as he came to your room to talk to you about things. Particularly the promise he made before getting beat up by a bunch of douchebags.

He found you in your bed, asleep, wearing some lingerie he had never seen before and your fingers were pressed against your clit, as you rubbed yourself in your sleep for some release. He found himself staring, as he couldn’t look away from your sleeping form. You were an enigma, but before he could do anything else, he hurried out of the room with a boner for Yoongi to take care of.

Even though his hyung made him cum that night, he was still in pain from not being able to pleasure you. In the morning, all was forgiven, and Jimin just wanted to embrace you again without things being awkward between the two of you. It’s not your fault that you didn’t know how bad Jimin’s parents truly were. Yoongi unfortunately had the displeasure of meeting them briefly in public one time after Jimin got kicked out of his own house. His parents did not take a liking to your beautiful blond boyfriend but instead despised him from the start.

Jimin didn’t like it when others took the blame, especially after Yoongi beat himself up over the fact that Jimin’s parents disowned him. He knew of Jimin’s parents being extremely homophobic, but he thought that they personally didn’t like him. He was Jimin’s first official boyfriend, after all. Maybe that’s why you felt so distanced from him. He already suspected you were struggling with insecurity and other anxieties that people normally go through, but you never dare speak of it. Hell, you never complain when Yoongi forgets to replace the roll of toilet paper in the bathroom, nor Jimin forgetting to take his shoes off when he enters the house. You just simply adore them too much.

Jimin is a huge fan of the attention, but he doesn’t like it when he sees his lovers down like this. He knows you like to avoid conflict, but if confrontation is needed, someone should take the lead. Normally, Yoongi would be the one to bring up issues, but right now this is between him and you. It doesn’t involve all three of you. Jimin thinks that your relationship with him is just as important as his relationship with Yoongi. He loves you both with all his heart, even though he hasn’t said the three special words to you yet. That’s why Jimin decides to break the long silence after you stay silent as he asks you the question again, “What did you want to talk to me about?”

You snap out of your little headspace, looking up at your blue haired boyfriend before stretching your arms out in front of you before looking up at Jimin.

“I’m sorry about bringing up the thing about your parents, and I never meant for things to get so awkward between us. I’m sorry, Jimin.” The man shakes his head, before pulling you in for a hug.

“You didn’t realize. It’s fine. Though it will take some time, for you and Yoongi, I will be willing to go back.” You feel comforted at that.

“How are your wounds?”

“They’ve healed overnight. Hyung took good care of me.” Jimin smiles at you as your other boyfriend joins you in the kitchen.

“You need a ride to school, kitten?” Yoongi asks after pressing a kiss to yours and Jimin’s foreheads respectively.

“No, it’s fine. My bus is gonna get here in 20 minutes. I still have a bit of time.” 

“Okay, well I have to get going right now. Chim will have less hours, since Jin heard about his injury and he doesn’t want him to strain, so most likely you two will be left alone when you get home.” You send your older boyfriend off with a kiss, and after reading another text from your mom you find out that you’ll be left alone again with Jimin. Completely.

“How’s school?” Jimin attempts to make small-talk with you, but your eyes keep wandering to his plump lips, wondering what type of things he could do to you if you let him.

“It’s going well. I just have some busy work, since one of my teachers is pregnant and away from class at the moment.” You explain, before scarfing down the breakfast that your boyfriend so thoughtfully cooked up for you. In fact, you get so caught up in your own thoughts that you fail to recognize the time, and that you can’t afford to miss the bus. “Bye, bye, Minie.” Jimin seems to take a liking to the nickname immediately, smiling as you kiss his cheek and run out the door.

                                    ༻• Later That Day •༺

 “Hey, can I talk to you?” You’re surprised to find Jaehyun standing on your driveway as you walk towards your home from the bus stop.

“What’s up?” You look at the man with an identical face to Jungkook’s, the only difference being his nose. Apart from that, he reminds you of your previous crush immensely. Not that it means anything, anymore at least.

“I’m sorry about what Jungkook did. He never goes after girls with boyfriends, or even flirt with anyone else if he is in a relationship. What he did to you was sucky, I’m sorry.”

“Jae, you didn’t do anything wrong. If anyone should take the blame, it should be Jungkook. You did nothing. Thanks for the apology, but isn’t gonna change the fact that he forcefully kissed me.” Your eyebrows twitch as Jaehyun looks at his feet, confused as to why you said that. 

“No, Jungkook would never.”

“Ah, but he did.” You turn around to see your younger boyfriend, Jimin walking over to you and Jaehyun.

“Who’s this? A new friend?” Jae stretches his hand out for a handshake.

“Actually, I’m her boyfriend, Jimin.” He scans the man up and down for a moment before turning his attention back to you.

“I think I’ll get going now. We’re having another rave over break, if you wanted to stop by again.” You cringe as Jimin’s grip around your shoulder tightens, and he looks almost murderous in his attempts to show you that he is less than enthusiastic about finding out his only girlfriend snuck out to a Houseparty for her own selfish reasons, he doesn’t know that you scouted the lady who is sponsoring their café on her website.

“Thanks but no thanks, it was more of a one-time thing, okay? Bye Jae.” You quickly scurry into your home, Jimin following closely behind, watching you with those pretty crescent shaped eyes.

“You actually went to a House party without telling us?” You shrug.

“Didn’t seem like much of a big deal. I didn’t think it was important.” Jimin leans back on the couch, lazily stretching an arm past your shoulder, making you shudder with your sudden skin-to-skin contact. His fingertips are cool on your bare shoulder, since it was hot in the house and you removed your sweatshirt to reveal your tank top underneath.

“It’s not, but we would’ve liked to know. In case something happened to our girlfriend.” Your heart flutters at the word. You’re actually somebody’s girlfriend. And your heart belongs to not one, but two extremely beautiful men.

“Nothing would’ve happened regardless; Jae wouldn’t have let anything happen to me. I’ve known for pretty much all of my life, he’s like a brother to me.” Jimin raises an eyebrow at you, the arch making his forehead wrinkle.

“Would a brother look at you like that?” Your mouth falls open as Jimin tilts your chin up so you can look at him directly in the eyes.

“Like what?” You have a slight feeling that Jimin isn’t even angry at Jaehyun, but the fact that he has an opportunity to play the jealous boyfriend has him excited. You quickly get to your feet as Jimin leads you to your bedroom, pushing the covers aside and getting some towels so you don’t get your sheets messy.

“You know what I’m talking about. The way he looked at you...oh it made me wanna rip his eyes right out of their sockets!” He grabs the box of assorted sex toys and you shake your head as he pins you down to the bed, capturing your lips in a heated kiss before pulling off your thin layers of clothing. You’re soaked to the bone, wanton moans leaving your mouth as Jimin dances in front of you, teasing you as he ties your hands behind your back and he leaves you on the bed with your legs spread out for him as he jiggles his gorgeous peach ass in front of you, his dick bouncing violently as he looks back at you with a cheeky grin. 

You never knew you could be attracted to butts, at least not until Jimin showed you his. His peachy bottom has been on your mind from the moment you met him, in fact. Not that you would ever admit it out loud, he’s just an extremely attractive male. Everything about him is attractive. And his dick, oh my gosh, his dick is absolutely perfect. You would give anything, everything you have, just to look at it.

After teasing you with his ass, he turns around, kissing the corner of your mouth before flashing his dick to you, flexing it and making it bounce up and down a couple times. You can only just stare at the perfectly flushed cock, erect and standing straight up as you drool a little bit, Jimin only leaning forward and wiping the saliva from your lips before bringing his hand down to pump his shaft a couple of times.

Your lungs give out, as you wheeze for air, your walls clenching around nothing as Jimin so lewdly pleasures himself on your swivel chair, thrusting his hips into the air, his dick going through the makeshift hole he made with his fingers.

“Please, Jimin, use me.” With your words of confirmation, he lunges forward.

His kisses are electrifying as he sends shivers down your spine from kissing the peaks of your breasts. You let out small mewls of pleasure as he cups your boobs and suckles them. The little pop you hear from his mouth letting go of your nipple is enough to make you shake. But you’ve yet to cum.

“You’re cute, sweetheart. Thinking I’m just gonna give you what you want on a golden platter. You’ve been a bad girl, and bad girls deserve to be punished.” You gasp as he presses his tongue flat against your clit, with no warning whatsoever, pushing your legs further apart as you bend your knees. You can see him clearly as he eats you out, his hair disheveled yet making him look so good while he continues sucking your wet pearl. 

You know what you did, and you don’t regret it. You’ve always wanted to have jealous angry sex with a boyfriend in the future, but Jimin is already checking off a lot of things from your bucket list just from being buried between your legs. You grab his tousled hair, a moaning mess under him as he eats you out like a starved man, eyes flicking up to meet your gaze every once in a while. You absolutely lose it, after he maintains eye contact with you, driving your orgasm out into the edge. It feels so good, you feel like you’ve lost all your senses.

Jimin watches with awe as you leak onto the towels you laid out earlier, shivering from the sudden rush of cold air as he leaves your clit alone for a moment. You’re so needy for him, that you let out a whine. It’s a bratty, childish whine. The type of whine you’d use when you wanted your favorite toy but your mother wouldn’t give it to you. The same type of whine you’d hear from Jungkook every time you or Jasmine had to leave early from his house, back when you all were still on speaking terms, of course.

“Up against the headboard, kitten. I wanna see your face when I make you cum with my cock. Legs open, look up at me,” You didn’t realize how intimidating your boyfriend could be. Now, you’re basically splayed on the bed, legs wide open for him. The thought of losing your virginity both thrills and terrifies you. What are you going to do if he just leaves you alone afterwards? No way, there’s no way your precious Jimin would do that. “I need consent. Are you okay with this?” You nod, as your boyfriend tilts your chin upwards so that you’re looking at him. 

You can see the small bruise on his lip, faded to a reddish-tan color, a small blemish on his perfect face as he looks down at you with that same stare. The cut on his cheek is completely healed now, only a tiny scar remaining. You assume that will heal with time, as well.

After shaking the scary and much darker thoughts from your mind, you concentrate on Jimin. Or more specifically, what he’s doing. Consent is sexy. You learned that after the incident with Jungkook. He never asked if he could kiss you, there were no questions or answers. With your boyfriend, things are so much more different. Calmer, healthier even. You breathe a couple times, your heart rate steadying as Jimin has you pinned down, your legs hanging off his shoulders. He’s fully naked, his dick wrapped in a condom. You bite your lips, weighing your options.

You love Jimin with your whole heart, but what if you get hurt? What if he ends up ditching you after taking your innocence? You know he wouldn’t do that realistically, but these hypothetical thoughts plague your mind as Jimin awaits your response. “You can say no if you feel uncomfortable. I mean, I might have to take a cold shower afterwards but the decision is up to you. Are you sure you want to do this tonight, Y/N?”

His tone is so caring, and his voice is soft enough to match it. He doesn’t want to hurt you, you know he won’t. Is he the right guy? You know you can say no, but that just makes you want to say yes even more and let him ruin you, at least for tonight. You’ve heard about the first time being painful, but your older and much more experienced boyfriend will guide you through it, and you just have a feeling that you’re going to be okay. After a minute of silence, you answer him, finally.

“No,” Jimin immediately recoils, quickly peeling the sheets back so he can clean you up. After all, you reek of sweat and cum. “I’m not sure, I am 100% certain that I want you to fuck me tonight.” Jimin turns back, his mouth dry and half open as you smirk, your gaze lustful and enticing to him as he licks his lips.

“Have some water.” He hydrates you first, before taking a sip himself. Afterwards, you’re both ready to dive back into action. You can feel his hard-on, as he rolls his hips against yours. The first few times he does it, you’re surprised at how good it feels. The sensation is far from painful. Five minutes in, and you’re humping each other like animals in heat. 

After five minutes, however, you both lose interest, bodies glued to each other as you kiss passionately, and then you look down, surprised to see that Jimin has poured an oil-like substance between your legs. He rubs it between your inner thighs before he brings his hand up and cups your clit. 

“Just put it in already, please,” You beg him, almost sobbing as he pushes a finger in as a test. “Oh fuck!” You scream, biting your tongue painfully as he fucks you with two fingers, adding one by the minute. Your walls grip him tightly, and he stays silent, watching you as you struggle to suck in his digits. 

You’re doing surprisingly well, considering he had already played with you before. You’d ever really gone as far as oral and fingering, but now penetration with the penis in vagina action is a completely different beast.

You know this as well, since prepping is all you’ve been doing for three days straight. Well, you did have to take care of yourself yesterday, but that was only because of unforeseen circumstances. And plus, your own fingers didn’t make you orgasm as hard or as good as you’re able to with your boyfriends.

“I’m putting it in. Expect a little pain.” You close your eyes, sucking in a deep breath as your boyfriend replaces his fingers with his penis, actually filling you better than that dildo ever could. You feel little discomfort, but it subsides, and you quickly find yourself enjoying how well your partner fits inside of you, your mouth falling open with small moans as Jimin’s grunts echo you. As he speeds up slightly, you feel a bit more pain, suddenly yelping like a hurt animal.

“What’s wrong? Oh my god, please don’t be hurt.” You shake your head, kissing his shoulder as he leans over and gives you a kiss, his fingers seeking out your clit so he can stimulate you as well. You feel good, but in all honesty, you know you can’t just cum like this. You’ve read it in books. Women normally don’t orgasm when having intercourse. It’s something that happens with foreplay, or when someone rubs your clit. Jimin rubbing your clit right now is an example of that.

“Jimin...feels so good.” You buck your hips with his, skin against skin as he fills up his condom to the brim.

“That felt fucking amazing. You were amazing, baby. Wow, even my first time wasn’t that good.” It takes you a moment to realize you didn’t cum with him. You’ve always dreamt of your first time being magical, but are you feeling this way because Yoongi wasn’t here? Shit, you almost forgot about your other boyfriend.

“Oh shit, I almost forgot about Yoongi!” You worriedly look at the time on your phone as your other boyfriend puts his hands behind his head and slowly closes his eyes.

“It’s fine, he knows. I texted him when things started getting heated, and he said it was okay. It’s natural for two people in a relationship to fuck, you know?” You feel your cheeks getting heated again. Hearing Jimin curse made your wetness pool and before you knew it, there was a wet spot on your sheets. “Aw, did I make my girl wet?” Jimin laughs as you playfully hit him and get pulled onto his lap. “You’re perfect.” He hums into the kiss you initiate, squeezing your ass and lightly spanking you as you become increasingly horny.

“J-Jimin…” You bite your lip as a knock on the door interrupts you from Round 2. “Who is it?” You ask, in case your mom decided to return home early. She’s done it before.

“It’s me.” You hear Yoongi’s familiar rasp, especially after work, his throat is always a little dry.

“Here, have some water.” You opt to wear Jimin’s shirt to cover yourself momentarily, as you’re not exactly sure what Yoongi would do after seeing your messy post-sex state. He seems indifferent as you open the door, his eyes scanning you before he lets himself in and sees Jimin playing a game on his phone.

“Well aren’t you the happy one. You’re supposed to be resting, Jimin.” Yoongi scolds him prudently, like a father scolding his son. You watch the interaction with curious, wide eyes, as you sit down on the other side of the bed, a little away from your two boyfriends. Yoongi sits at Jimin’s feet, and you watch as he tenderly kisses the younger male’s fingers. It’s so careful, as if he would break. They’ve been through a lot before you, and you want them to know you’ll always be there. For better or for worse.

“I love you, Yoongz, but I don’t need another parent in my life. Just be glad they didn’t fuck me up too bad for you. Look, I couldn’t even finish off with Y/N. My wounds are completely healed, I’m fine. Besides, I’ve been through worse. Can you just leave? Please?” Yoongi frowns, and sighs. You grab his hand, momentarily squeezing it, before crawling over to where the man is sitting and leaving a short, sweet kiss on his pouting lips.

“Go take a shower and rest in your room. I’ll come check up on you later. Right now, I think you need to spend some time away from Jimin. I don’t know what’s going on, but that’s just the stress talking,” You reassure your older boyfriend as he walks out of the room, looking a bit brighter than before. “Jimin, how could you talk to our Yoonie like that? You made him so sad when all he did was care for you.” Jimin scowls at you, something you didn’t expect to see-well...ever.

“I’m tired,” That signals the end of your conversation. Of course, despite being angry at you in the heat of the moment, he doesn’t fail to take care of you properly. He silently runs to the bathroom and wets a towel so he can wipe you down, and then he pulls the covers off and replaces the sheets. You help him with that, despite your aching muscles. 

Last of all, he apologizes. After cooling down, he calls Yoongi back into your room and sits you both down so you can listen.

“I’m so sorry, I love you both but I just can’t control the anger I have for my parents. Those douchebags acted exactly how they did when they found out I wasn’t straight. I’m so happy I have you both and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” You and Yoongi both wrap  your arms around him, kissing him and reassuring him that you love him too and that you accept his apology.

“I have a feeling there’s a way to resolve all of this pent up anger. To get rid of it.” You tease them by tugging your shirt, and seeing how Yoongi turns pink, you already know you’ve got him.

“Round 2? Hell yeah, baby.”

[ineloqueent]

Starstruck: Prologue

Brian May x Fem!Reader

Masterpost / Part 1

Summary: When studying at Imperial College in the 1970s, your path is crossed by a beautiful boy as much in love with the stars as you.

Warnings: none, except for the fact that I write John Deacon’s nickname as ‘Deacy’ (don’t yell at me; that’s how Brian spells it)

Word Count: 1.6k

‧⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧

RIDGE FARM, JULY 1975

“It’s been so very nice of you all to have us here,” said Freddie earnestly, enveloping your mum in a hug.

She laughed. “It was a pleasure.” She stood back and smiled at them all. “You’re such lovely boys.”

“Indeed, you’re welcome back anytime,” said your dad. “I’m going to need a rematch in tennis, eh John?”

John chuckled. “Of course, Mr. Andrews, but that’s not to say you’re going to win it.”

“Sebastian, please,” your dad shook hands with Deacy. “And I’ll be practicing in the meantime, mind you. Don’t suppose you can do that up in London.”

Roger hugged your mum. “I have a funny feeling,” he said, “that we won’t be only in London from now on.”

“This album is going to light it all up,” agreed Freddie.

“Thanks for introducing us to this place, Y/N,” Roger smiled to you, then ruffled your hair. You wrinkled your nose; you and he were the same age, but still he liked to think of you as his kid sister.

“You’re very welcome, Rog,” you replied, reaching up and ruffling his hair in payback.

“Oh, you ruined it!” he whined.

Freddie patted Roger’s shoulder, then pushed him aside. “Grouchy baby. You ruined her hair first.” He hugged you tightly and kissed the air at your cheeks. “Bye, darling,” he said.

“Bye, Freddie,” you said with heavy sorrow. You were going to miss the lot of them for the remainder of summer, because in staying with your family, you were leaving Queen.

“Shush, dearie. It’s not like it’s forever. And you know it’s only an hour from Surrey to London.”

“I know,” you said. “But I don’t have a car. Train’s expensive.”

“Maybe we’ll just have to come pick you up,” Deacy chimed in, winking and then hugging you goodbye.

“Please! It’ll be so dull here without you all,” you said truthfully.

“Y/N!” your brother Frank shoved you.

You pouted at him. “You’re just not good enough, Frank.”

Your brother mock-scowled at you, and you laughed at the contortion of his face.

“Think I’ll go start the car,” Roger said. He gave you all a cheery wave and was out the door.

“You’re in love with that car,” Brian, who had hung back quietly until now, sighed heavily.

“BETTER THAN WITH YOU, you nErD!” Roger shouted back, and you stifled a laugh, a hand lightly covering your mouth.

Brian smiled at you, and his eyes glittered; you found yourself gazing.

“I’m going to make sure he doesn’t get up to other things out there,” Freddie muttered, and followed Roger’s path out of the house. “Au revoir, darlings!”

“Au revoir,” your parents chorused back in good humour.

As though taking some sort of cue, John smiled and left too.

“Thank you again for having us, Mr. and Mrs. Andrews,” said Brian, stepping forward and shaking hands with your dad and your brother, before quickly embracing your mum. You had noticed, in the brief year and a half you’d known Bri, that he seemed to keep his distance from everyone, never hugging closely, always standing a few steps back. It wasn’t that he purposely acted detached, aloof and arrogant and that sort of thing, but he was quite often very distant— his mind was up in the sky with those twinkling stars he loved so dearly.

“Anna, dear. Please call me Anna,” your mum beamed up at the long-legged guitarist who towered above her by several inches. “It was so lovely to have you here.” And by you, you felt she meant him personally; there was something in her tone that suggested so, and besides, she had taken rather a liking to the soft intellectual conversation that Brian had held at the dinner table every evening, talking of stars and planets and faraway things.

“And I’m Sebastian to you, son,” your dad told Brian. “You’re in good company. No need for formalities.”

“Well, thank you Mr.— Sebastian,” Brian corrected himself with a slight blush.

“Brian,” your brother nodded to him.

“Frank,” Brian returned good-naturedly.

Your mum patted your dad’s shoulder and said something you couldn’t hear. Frank heard it, though, and the three of them departed the living room for the kitchen.

The colour rose to your cheeks as you realised they’d left you and Brian alone on purpose.

Your eyes trailed from the door where your family had left, to the centre of the room, accidentally meeting Bri’s eyes in the process.

He had opened his mouth as though to speak, but then shut it immediately and looked down at the toes of his white clogs as you smiled at him.

“Time to go, I suppose,” you said, a little sadness slipping into the happy demeanour you were attempting to maintain.

Brian fiddled with the hem of his jacket. “Yeah, I suppose,” he mirrored your words with a small smile.

He stood motionless a while, tall and willowy and somehow heart-breakingly far away, though he watched you with soft doe-eyes right in front of you.

You stepped closer. He angled his head to accomodate for your proximity and the height difference between the two of you. He did this often, tilting his head so that his hazel eyes met the light, wherever that light may have been, a pout forming on his lips, his shoulders sinking. He stared right at you, in a way no one ever looked at anyone these days, with such genuine emotion that you almost forgot how much your brain believed that no one would miss you if you were gone. Wide-eyed and forever radiating warmth, he looked lost for words, the innocence of youth embodied in his being and reflected in yours.

“You’re the reason why I play, you know,” you said.

“What?” he asked softly.

“Guitar. I never would’ve kept going if I hadn’t seen you perform. I was so close to giving up,” you confessed. “But, and sorry to be sappy, you inspired me.”

“Did I really?” there was amusement in his eyes, as though he did not quite believe you, as though your words were a little too fantastical.

You scoffed. “You’re too modest, Brian, and you’re insanely talented. I’ll never be that good, even if I were to practice every minute of every day.”

“If you keep playing,” Bri paused, “I have no doubt you will be better than me. Easily, in fact. I’m not exactly the world’s most technical guitar player.”

You tilted your head to one side, looking up at his pink cheeks and the curls that gently framed his face.

He suddenly reached for you, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, the strands falling from his fingers as his touch lingered on your skin. Your breath caught, and you could barely move.

“Brian—”

He stepped back as quickly as he’d stepped forward. “Until next time, Y/N.” He flashed you that shy, out-of-character smile once more, then turned to go.

You couldn’t stand it, that after all those weeks in each other’s company, after everything, he would just leave without… well, without anything.

“Oh, dammit, Bri. Come here,” your hand brushed his shoulder and he spun around immediately, wrapping his arms around you with an unmistakable fervour you couldn’t have blamed your imagination for conjuring.

You were on your toes, he was slightly bent over so as to hold you. His curls tickled your cheek, and he sighed into your hair.

Your eyes were jammed shut, and he rocked you gently back and forth. He held you close, unlike everybody else. As though you were special.

“I don’t think I can stand an entire summer without you,” Brian murmured, and the sharp edge of his honestly sent shivers coursing through you. You held onto him more tightly.

“Not an entire summer,” you responded. “Just half.” You had no idea who it was you were trying to reassure, but it was making you never want to let him go. You’d rather have stayed ever-so-slightly up on your toes, your arms folded around his neck for your fingers to sweep the shoulders of his velvet jacket— the same one he always wore— his arms wrapped around your waist, though this you barely noticed, because all of your being was focused on not letting him go— and oh, how you didn’t want to let him go.

He let out a pitiful sound, something between a groan and a whimper. “Y/N…”

“Bri,” you said, the name muffled by the owner’s shoulder.

“May I come see you? Just me?”

He was asking for permission, you could tell as much. He didn’t want to push you, and for that you were grateful. He was different, as opposed to men in your past who had waltzed about and taken from you and other women what they pleased, when they pleased.

“Or let me take you out,” he went on, and you realised you hadn’t answered.

“Somewhere. Anywhere. Anywhere you want to go.”

“Anywhere?” you whispered.

“Anywhere,” he answered conspiratorially.

“I’d love that,” you said. “Soon?”

His arms loosened and you dropped back to your feet. He held you still, but from where he could see you better.

“Soon,” he promised. He kissed your cheek fleetingly, his lips warm and petal-soft against your skin.

It was brief. You could’ve blinked and missed it. You wished he’d have lingered.

“Bri,” you sighed, hands finding his.

“It’s difficult,” he said, and you had not even the slightest idea as to what he was referring to.

He squeezed your hands and slipped away, stopping only to stand in the doorway as the last of the day’s sunlight caught on his hair.

“Goodbye, beautiful.”

You touched your cheek.

He was gone.

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A/N: shoot me a reply or an ask if you’d like to be tagged for future parts of this fic!! much love to you all <3

Masterpost / Part 1

[lustfulobrien]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄

𝐚/𝐧- hi i really don’t know how to work tumblr so i’m going to try my best!!

WARNINGS: nsfw, public s*x, oral s*x (female receiving)

word count: 2017

3RD PERSON POV

stiles quickly gathers his clothes and heads out of the lydia's bedroom. he closes the door and heads out to the stairway. he runs down the stairs and up to you.

"okay so i need a quick favor" he whisper shouts. "no hello? how are you?" you chuckle. "stop messing around, i need you to kiss me"

"what?" you say. "you heard me y/n, kiss me" the blonde girl heads down the stairs quickly as stiles pulls you in. you feel sparks fly all across the room, stiles and you hear the unknown girl scoff and open the front door. she slams it shut, but you two still keep your lips onto each other's.

it felt like it was only you two in the room, but in reality kira, scott, and lydia were watching you guys. "uhm, guys she's gone now" kira yells. stiles slowly pulls away from you and you are left breathless.

"wow" you mutter under your breath. stiles distraught face slowly turns into a smirk. "hey" you shout in a whisper and hit stiles arm. "what was that for" he grits. "hmm nothing"

"y/n, tell me" he says as he comes closer to you. you slowly back away inching closer to the wall. the others watch in amusement as stiles still heads closer. "stiles, i swear to god if you don't stop following me i will chop off your dick" you say.

he stops in his tracks then chuckles. "oh sweet, innocent, little y/n. you think i'm scared of you" he says. in a instant he runs toward you and pins you against the wall. "any last words y/n l/n" he says in an evil voice.

"suck. my. dick." you say, you quickly get out of his grip and start to run up the stairs. you head to the first open door. you quickly slip in and shut the door. a few seconds later you hear the door squeak open and see a familiar face pop in.

he grins at you and quickly closes the door. the brown- haired boy quickly tackles you onto the bed and starts to tickle you. you feel hotness start to fill your body as he continues to tickle around it.

you try to push him off of you, but he continues to tickle you. the heat rising to your cheeks as his hand accidentally brushed against your nipple. you moan out in instinct as he stops dead in his tracks and slowly gets off of you.

a series of 'sorry' and 'oh my gosh' slip past his mouth. you grab his wrist and pull him onto the bed. "it's okay, it's not a big deal" you say while laughing. he nods unsurely but goes back to tickling you.

a few weeks later

tension still builds up when you and stiles cross paths. you haven't been hanging out that often ever since what happened at lydia's house. "you need to start talking to him" she says. you think of a way to get out of talking to him but nothing comes to mind.

"for real y/n, you can't just ignore him forever" kira states. "that's what i was planning on doing" you spit out. the girls look at you with a 'if you don't talk to him i'll kill you' face. "okay, okay i get the memo" you murmured

"what did you say" alison teases. "OKAY ILL TALK TO HIM" you shout out. the girls eyes widen but then slowly wander around you as the feel of hot breath fans the top of your head. "so what are my girls talking about" stiles says in a sing-song voice.

you turn around to face him, his chocolate brown eyes find their way to your bright blue eyes. his eyes quickly look down to your lips, then back to your eyes once again. he licks his lips as everything and everyone seem to be in slo-motion.

his arms wrap around you in a quick move and tightens. "i've missed you" he whispers in my ear. "me too" you say into his chest. you pull apart and are faced with an empty hallway. "oh shit, were late".

time skip

by the time class is over, it is time for lunch. you head out of the classroom but before you can make your way into stiles jeep and unknown figure pulls you back. "hey! i'm carter, i was wondering if you want to go on a date" he says.

you give him a disgusted look and try to get out of his grip. "come on baby, just one date" he pleads. "get the fuck off of me" you huff out. you see stiles walk over to you and give a confused look.

"oh there is my boyfriend, got to go" you say. you finally get out of his grip and run up to stiles. before he can say anything you grave the sides of his face and pull him into a lingering kiss.

he grunts into the kiss when you pull on his golden brown locks. he grips your thighs and picks you up like you weight nothing. he leads his way into a classroom and shuts the door.

you pull away from his newly bruised lips and sigh out a breath of relief. "thank you stiles" you huff out. "what was that for" he questions still a little shocked. "some creepy guy was trying to ask me on a date, i said no and he wouldn't let me go. i told him you were my boyfriend"

"oh" he says as his smile fades off his face. "what’s wrong” you say with a frown. “nothing” you decide to do something risky. you push him onto the teachers desk. you walk over to the classroom door and lock it. “stiles, tell me what’s wrong.” you say in a whimper.

his breath hitches as you climb on top the desk and straddle his lap. you bend down to give him a kiss, his presses up to your lips and quickly flips you two over. he bends down to your ear “we could get caught at anytime, by my dad or scott” he whispers.

“the thought of that makes me want to fuck you even more” you groan out in pleasure as you clench your thighs to relieve the burning sensation. he discards you’re skirt and throws it onto the ground.

next he rips off your panties and pulls your body to the edge of the desk. "let me please you baby" he groans he kneels onto the floor and places both legs over his shoulders. he starts by licking a stripe up your slit. then he slowly sucks on your tiny bud.

"i'll have you screaming my name by the time i'm done with you" he says and smirks into your heat. "i've always imagined your thighs wrapped around my head" he chuckles which makes you moan.

"already moaning for me baby" he says. he dives in and starts to lick all around your little hole. "you're so wet for me gorgeous" he smirks. you moan out, your stomach already clenching filled with butterflies.

"stiles, please" you moan out. he starts to go faster then out of nowhere he sticks his tongue into your tiny hole. he thrusts it in and out in a fast, then slow pace. "stiles, please oh my gosh" you moan out.

he hits your g-spot and you let out a loud whimper. he chuckles which makes you moan even louder. the sensation building up causes you to wrap your thighs around his head tighter. "he takes his hands and harshly spreads them apart. you still try to move around and wiggle your legs but he won't budge.

'stiles' his name falls out of your mouth like a prayer. you continue repeating his name as you hear his slurping up all of your juices. he sucks on your little bud and you decide to pull on his hair. you pull slightly which makes him groan out. you moan even louder.

"STILES" you'd scream as your orgasam hits. your legs start to shake, juices flowing everywhere. he still sucks on your bud in attempt to play out your high. once the shaking starts to stop he pulls away and pulls you into a kiss.

"i told you i'd have you screaming my name" he smiles. you huff out a laugh and he helps you put on your clothes. you wrap your arms around his neck and he lifts you up once again. "let's take this to your jeep" he whispers.

you nod against his chest and he walks out of the school and heads towards his jeep. he places you down onto the ground and opens the jeep door for you. he gets in on the other side and locks the doors.

"i've always fantasized you fucking me in your jeep, the windows fogging up, and your cock hitting all the righ-" he shocks you by pulling him onto his lap. "then let's make that happen" he says with a smirk.

you quickly discard your top, he does too. he stares at you in awe as you place kisses all around his sweet spot. right when you hit the spot he grunts out. you smirk into his neck as he quickly unclip your bra and throws it to the side.

he places his hands on top of your breasts and gives them a squeeze. you whimper a little as he places his warm lips onto your nipple. he licks the tip then slowly bites down onto it.

he gives the same amount to attention to the other breast. once he is done he lifts you off of him and places you onto the other seat. you get the hint and you quickly remove your sweats and panties.

he slides his jeans and boxers off then grabs you again and places you into his lap. you trace the moles on his face until he stops you.

“are you sure?” he says. you nod.

his cock messed around in your folds and he slowly pushes in. “stilessss” you drag out. he lets you get adjusted then starts to slowly thrust in and out of you.

you grab the back of his neck and you pull him into a kiss. you already feel the burning sensation at the pit of your stomach. every thrust the pleasure becomes more.

he grabs onto your ass as he quickly makes out with you. his cock slides in and out of you with ease and he hits your spot. your tongue quickly stops exploring his as you moan out and roll your eyes back.

he grunts out once again “baby are you close” he asks. you give him a quick nod and his thrusts begin to move faster than ever before. the jeep shakes as you two both chase your high.

you don’t care whether or not anyone is watching. all you care about it to reach your high. he continually whispers dirty things inside your ear as you clench around him.

your high finally approach’s as you cum around his cock. you start to shake from pleasure as he releases inside of you. you slowly come down from your high as he slips out of you and you groan at the emptiness in your body.

you both sigh in tiredness as you now notice the people recording outside of your car. he flips them off as he quickly pulls his top over you. you both quickly get dressed as you hear a knock on the window.

stiles rolls down the window and there were faced with sheriff stilinski. “oh, uhm, hi dad” stiles says in a creaky voice. sheriff stilinski glances at you, your messed up hair, wonky face.

“i was just coming to see what all the commotion was about, but now i know” he says. you blush as he turns away and quickly heads away from the car. “what the fuck”

[tigereyes45]

RWBY request: Blacksun leaves Ruby to babysit for them, but discover that she brought Zwei with her. Blake’s less than enthused to find the Barking Bane of Beacon snuggled up with her baby. Ruby and Sun just think it’s cute!

Here’s your requests anon! Please no hate because of the ship everyone! This was a request and I’m currently still accepting them. I’ll write for almost any ship since I enjoy most of the ones in the fandom. So if you don’t enjoy Blacksun feel free to request something else!  (Or you know just avoid this post.) I am still accepting them at the moment! 

Ao3 link is here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/tigereyes45

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It was well past eleven am when Ruby finally arrives. Anxiously Blake had been pacing around Melanie's playpen for the last hour. Sun watched her go again and again around the fenced-in area from his spot on the couch. They had gotten lunch reservations at a new restaurant in town. Not only was it difficult finding any stores near them, but ever since they moved to Patch to be closer to the rest of the team it was hard to get any time to themselves. A fact that had gotten worst with her taking some time away from hunting. Midday was really the only time of the day Blake could stand to be away from Melanie for a few hours. Ever since little Melanie finally recovered from that persistent fever. It's been two months. Yet Blake was still so fiercely protective. This lunch was just as likely to be canceled as Ruby was to show up. Neither thought helped to keep Sun from bouncing his legs.

Melanie played blissfully unaware that anything was wrong. Her playpen area took up the back half of the living room. All the way from the glass back door, ending right between the black couch and white loveseat. Sun smiled. He had always been better at hiding his nerves. Though when he couldn't they were far more expressive on his face then Blake's.

When the bell rang Blake's feet finally stopped. His legs freeze. Before either parent could make it to the door, Ruby lets herself in. She greets them. Her signature nervous smile pinned to her face. The twenty-six-year-old was sweating profusely. Black bangs hang down over the right side of her face. The red-streaked strands swept off to the sides of her messy head. Clearly she had used her semblance more than once on the way over.

"What happened?" Blake rounds on her team leader almost as quickly as she had stopped mid-step. Ruby throws her hands up.

"Nothing. Nothing happened. Your living room looks great Blake. I, uh," long black hair falls in front of silver eyes. The perfect camouflage as the younger woman searches the room. Eventually, her grip tightens around the bag she brought along. "I made cookies!"

Scrambling, Ruby digs through her bag. Deep down, under the diapers, wipes, the bottles, and extra pack of formula she frees a bag of squished chocolate chip cookies. Blake frowns. Her black ears fold flat against her head. Nose twitching, her amber eyes stop narrowing.

"You overslept. Again."

"Now now Blake. I promised you I would set my alarms. And I did. Ergo I didn't oversleep. I lost track of time cooking," the shorter woman shoves the bag into Sun's hands. "the cookies. You'd be surprised how long this new recipe takes." With a quick push, Ruby is out from between Blake and the door. The Faunus barely gets a sigh out. Sun's hands gently knead the back of her shoulders. A soft smile and Ruby knows she's gotten away with her obvious lie this time.

"Ru! Ru!" Melanie's short, dark black curls cling to her face. Her skin was already becoming darker like her father's. Though not as dark as her long black tail. Sun insists it looks like his, but Blake seemed to believe it resembles a cat's more. Long and slender it sways back and forth with excitement as she sees Ruby. Small, fat hands grab at the air. With determination, they go again and again. Every hand just trying to pulls the space between them shorter. She was about to Ruby's knee when standing straight up. That had to be about three inches since her last visit. A few inches within a couple of weeks, was that normal? The huntress resigns to asking her father later. She dreads the thought that this baby girl would be yet another person taller than herself.

She pulls her long scarlet cloak off. It swishes past Melanie, like the curtains do when she plays in them. The three-year-old giggles. Red encircles the young Belladonna. The long fabric swallows the baby girl up whole. The outline of hands pats against the cloth a few times. Ruby smiles down at her goddaughter from the hole of the hood.

"Ruby you're gonna make her dizzy."

"Oh, sorry Blake." The shorter woman spins the cloak up and into a ball. Melanie's laughter stops. She looks around confused. Her big blue eyes narrow in on Ruby's hands. They stay trained there. Nothing could make them waiver from their target. Not even her parents picking her up and kissing her chubby cheeks goodbye could move them. They were like a pair of blue bullets, focused, and moving forward before Ruby had a chance to pull the cloak away. She all but hands it back to the toddler as she leans out of her parent's grasp, right at Ruby.

"Gotcha!" The twenty-six-year-old babysit did indeed have her. Though she also had the ire of her mother. Honestly, there were a lot of new expressions Ruby was starting to see from Blake. A whole array she had never used in the field before. The leader couldn't help but wonder if those were a part of the changes her dad had warned her of.

"Just be careful." Exhaustion. That was a voice of pure fatigue. Yang's tired voice was usually grouchier. So in a way, Ruby was lucky. Just not as lucky as she would have been if she hadn't broken her alarm yesterday.

"I'm always careful!" Well, she always tried to be. It was pretty much the same thing. No point in crossing hairs over the small stuff now.

"Thanks Rubes." Sun squeezes Blake's shoulders. "We really appreciate this. Our reservation starts soon though so we should really be going." That last part was more for Blake then her. Nodding gingerly Ruby shifts Melanie out of her arms and onto her hip.

"You guys go. Have fun. I've got this!" Ruby flexes her free arm. Melanie waves her arms wildly. Ruby holds her smile even as they hit her shoulder. Still, that anxious look never left Blake. Not even as they walked out the door. She casts one last look back before Sun shuts the door. Running over to the window Ruby watches them leave. Melanie waves goodbye as her parents walk off.

Blake's whole demeanor changes as they walk away. Slowly and visibly the tenseness in her shoulders shrinks. She stands taller. Her smile isn't nervous. With every step away she looks more like she had before Melanie had gotten sick. Happy. Not afraid of anything. Ruby holds Melanie closer to her. Just a few months ago they weren't sure if she would recover. What had started out as just a fever became so much worst, so quickly. Blake stopped going out on missions. Sun started selling his keepsakes from old missions. Anything to save up enough if for the travel. Their doctor insisted it would pass, but Ruby had seen it. She looked so sick. It looked like she had jaundice the way her skin had shifted to yellowish tints. All her energy was gone constantly, and it was hard for anyone to get her to eat.

They had all been so scared that Ruby can't really hold all this newfound protectiveness against Blake. Even if everyone thought it was overkill, they understood. Really the rest of team RWBY and SSUN was shocked that Sun wasn't also acting somewhat overprotective as well. He shrugged off those months of fear and nervousness as if it were nothing.

'She's better now!' He insists anytime someone tries to bring it up. He was right. She was better now, but there's something in the way he was so easily able to blow everyone off. In a matter of days, he had effectively cut ties with everyone. Not in his usual way of going off without saying anything either. He wasn't talking to anyone. Wasn't reaching out and couldn't be reached. When they came around either Sun had Melanie in his arms or the two of them couldn't be found. Blake knew where they would go, but the family never told anyone.

'He needs some space. Melanie's safe and with him.' She assured Yang and herself once when they had brought some leftovers by.

"Ru!" Ruby's head shoots down. Melanie was squirming in her arms. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she pushes on Ruby's side. "Let go!" The huntress realizes that she had been squishing the young girl against her.

"Ah, Aunt Ruby is sorry Melanie. She didn't realize." Quickly she sets her down. Kneeling on one knee Ruby keeps her hands out. They hover a few inches away from either side of Melanie. Ready to catch her if the toddler starts to fall again. She had been walking for two years now. Her clumsiness wouldn't know it though. She fell on her butt just as often as she actually stands. Maybe clumsiness was a learned trait? It certainly felt like Melanie shared a lot of traits with Ruby. They both had dark black hair. Though Melanie's was curly like her father, and a shade closer to her mother's. They were both really clumsy, and-

" 's fine Ru. We ate cookies?"

Ruby laughs. Gently she pokes Melanie's cheeks. "Yes, we can eat the cookies now." Ruby lets Melanie follow her over towards the table Blake had set her bag on. The cookies sit beside it in their open bag.

"Wanna know what the best thing about Aunt Ruby's cookies are?"

"Wat?" She screams the word as if that was the only way she could get an answer. Melanie was going to be loud like her dad. No doubt about it.

"There's always more!" Ruby cheers pulling out a full jar. It's heavier then it had been earlier. Suspicious she looks down to see the jar had no cookies. In fact it was filled with black fur. Strands of white hair stand out here and there. Of course he couldn't have just let her leave. Zwei has found quite a knack for following her out of the house lately. Blake was going to be pissed. Letting out a heavy sigh, Ruby pops the top off the jar. There's the sound of scrapping nails against glass. Then just like that, Zwei pushes himself free. With a loud pop, his head falls out of the jar.

Somehow Melanie manages to catch the old dog. Right in her arms, he landed. The two of them go down together. Melanie's hands never letting go of Zwei. His cheerful yip sounds raspy. Ruby frowns. She hadn't brought his medication with her. At least Blake and Sun would only be gone for a couple of hours. That wasn't too long, and she could just give it to him after.

As soon as he was in her hands Melanie was running off with him. Practically hopping back onto her feet as she holds him closer to her. Zwei yips cheerfully. The two dash through the living room cheering and barking. Ruby rushes after them. Mustering all her speed the dignified huntress was turned into a storm of limbs. Her hands and feet darting every which way after the tornado that was Melanie with Zwei.

It was a constant battle, keeping the house clean after the two of them. Suddenly Ruby could recall every reason she had for not bringing Zwei over anymore. Blake's disdain for the dog being the lowest on the list after this current shit show. It takes the better half of two hours before the dastardly dup was done. Their chaotic messy energy began to die down when Melanie tripped over Zwei. From there all their teamwork only went downhill. A plane crashing and burning right into Ruby's arms. They land on the couch tired and ready for a nap. Instinctually Melanie reaches out for Zwei. She finds the dog resting next to her. Of course, she pulls him closer.

It was an adorable sight! Melanie's tail curls around Zwei's stomach. The old dog wiggles closer her chest. He was so comfortable on his back with Melanie's arms tucked under his head and around his chest beside her tail. She coos a little as her beautiful blue eyes slowly drift close. The pair of them were just so cute and warm Ruby couldn't help herself but curl up on the couch with them. Carefully she adjusts her shoulder under her head and gently lifts Melanie's head up to rest on her wrist. Zwei whines. He quickly quiets down as he realizing it was just Ruby joining them for a nap. It didn't take long for the three to all drift off.

Ruby's peaceful dreams were interrupted by a soft touch. A nudge that grew intensity the longer she kept her eyes closed. Begrudgingly the red-clad woman opens her eyes. The soft hand that had been shaking her was indeed one she knew. Blake's ears were standing at attention. Turned slightly towards the two small bodies Ruby could feel against her side. Sunlight filters in from a window somewhere in the room. They must've finished lunch already.

"Oh hey, Blake. How was lunch?"

"It was great! Thanks Ruby!" Sun answers in a hushed whisper from somewhere towards her left.

"It was nice. Thank you for babysitting, but Ruby," Blake stops and looks at the two still sleeping forms. "What is he doing here?"

"Huh?" Slowly Ruby pulls her arm free from under Melanie's head. He? Rubbing at her eyes she sits up. There, sound asleep on his back was Zwei. "Ah him. He snuck into my cookie jar."

"And you couldn't send him home?" Blake asks. Ruby notices that she was hovering above her daughter, but the rest of her body was leaning away. The awkward pose an obvious attempt to try and keep some distance between her and Zwei.

"Blake my house is a few miles away from here. I'm not making him do that trip on his own. He's old now." She pokes his little black nose that now had little white spots freckled on it. "He can't even keep up with Melanie let alone try and run home alone."

"Fine. Fine. Can you take him home then?" Blake asks taking a few steps back.

"Yeah sure. Though I think Sun might be right. Melanie doesn't have any problems with Zwei. Maybe she's a monkey faunus."

"Thanks Ruby, but Blake doesn't like Zwei because she's a cat. She's just a weirdo." Sun adds crossing his arms over his chest. Blake shoots him a glare. but her ears fold down. Obviously she was more insulted by the joke then actually bothered.

Time to change the subject. "Aw they look cute together! All snuggled up like that." Ruby grabs her left wrist. "I want to pinch them! Must. Fight. The. Urge." She makes a show of her hand inching forward before being pulled back with every word. "Just. Sooooo cute."

Blake rounds on her with a glare. "You wake Melanie up and I'll ask Weiss to babysit from now on."

Ruby gasps. She holds her hands over her chest as if Blake had just broken her heart. "You wouldn't dare!"

Blake just gives her a look that screams, 'try me'. Something Ruby honestly was too tired to do now. Dejected Ruby sticks her tongue out in one last act of defiance. Sun smiles from over Blake's shoulder. He winks and holds up his scroll. A picture of Zwei and Melanie cuddling fills the screen. Ruby mouths, 'send me that'. Sun nods and hides his scroll as Blake turns around. The monkey faunus smiles innocently as she looks him over.

"Well I doubt I can grab him without waking her up." Ruby mentions, rocking back and forth on her tiptoes. Blake frowns as she looks back at the two. Melanie's tail was wrapped so tightly around Zwei, that it probably would be near impossible. Just another time she wishes she could make her shadows take the forms of others as well as herself. If she could then it wouldn't even be a problem.

"Might as well let them finish sleeping." Sun suggests shrugging. Ruby watches him drops his scroll into his front pocket. They share their sly smiles. Blake shivers at the thought of letting Zwei stay sleeping on her couch. "Come on Rubes. Have you seen the latest episodes of Arena Battles?"

"Nope!"

Sun loops an arm around Blake's waist. "Let them sleep. Ruby can take Zwei as soon as Melanie's naps over."

"Fine."

"Great! Rubes the remote is on the other side of the couch." He pulls Blake along with him. The two fall into the white loveseat together. Blake tucks her arms under Sun's arms. He buries his legs under her's. It was adorable, and gross. Adorably gross.

"Quit staring and start the show Ruby."

"I am! I was just thinking." She rolls her eyes. It was nice seeing the two comfortable around each other again. Maybe things could return to something resembling normal. Carefully Ruby sits on the couch next to the sleeping duo. There was never any telling with the future. She pushes her back deeper within the cushions. At least they could all enjoy this right now.

[spideywars]

tell me the world’s alright

chapter four; flux 

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader 

words: 5.6k 

warnings: none 

summary: 

After the blip and everyone including you disappeared, you realized that things weren’t as safe as you thought. Even under your father’s iron wing, you knew the world was going to be a very dangerous place. 

last chapter 

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“Have you started packing yet?” Pepper’s voice chimes in your ears as you sit at your desk. You’re working on some paperwork that’s needed at the lab for your co-op job. You look up, blinking towards the door to see her leaning against the frame.

“I leave in two months, I’ve got time.” You shrug her question off and hear Pepper chuckle lightly as you try to focus yourself back into your work. It’s a hint that you wanted to be left alone, but your mom makes her way into the room, settling herself on your bed.

“What?” You ask with the smallest smile across your face. You didn’t push her away, knowing she never did this unless something was really bugging her.

It took Pepper a bit, her eyes scanning along the four walls of the room until they finally landed on you. She looked almost guilty, and you raised a brow at her expression.

“Why don’t you go to your father’s opening night for his tech?”

Her words barely came out of her mouth before you were letting out a loud sigh and shaking your head. You didn’t want to fight, but you thought you made it clear that this was something you didn’t want to be apart of anymore.

“Mom I can’t, I’m sorry. I love dad, but you know he’s showing my design and I don’t need to be near that right now.” It’s been two years and that project still haunts you, and you’d rather forget about the blood, sweat, and tears that the suit caused you while you were sixteen years old.

“Avoiding your past doesn’t fix anything, I can promise you that.” Pepper’s words are solid and she stares at you with intention in her eyes. She has married a man who never takes a step back in life, and she’s probably sat down hundreds of times with Tony, saying the same words.

“I just don’t want to get angry at him again or make him feel like he needs to owe me anything while I’m there.” You shrug, trying to give pathetic excuses after excuses to try and place some kind of sanity inside your mother’s head. “It’s his night, he can tell me all about it when he gets back next week.”

Pepper is still staring at you and radiating the same disappointment with the way her lips were formed into a tight line. But she didn’t retaliate, instead, she got up from your bed and walked over to brush her hand through your hair.

Her nails felt good, scratching at your scalp and grounding you back to earth. It soothed away all the stress that’s been clotting your mind for weeks since you got accepted to a University in LA. It’s been non-stop of thinking about what to pack, who to tell, where to stay.

You did need time off, a little getaway from all the stress before you were back to putting on scrubs daily. Being apart of disease control as your future has its ups and downs, and unfortunately, you had to ditch the idea of being fashionable.

“Think about it a little more, I’m taking a flight tomorrow afternoon.” She steps away, releasing her hold on you and walking out of your room. You watch her as she disappears and allows the door to close.

A loud breath escapes your lips when you’re left in the drowning silence. You have been ignoring the past, dodging any memories that threaten to come back up to the surface of your brain. Being a sixteen-year-old girl madly in love as well as being a genius inventor was something that didn’t mix well with the last name Stark. That’s why it could never work out, your love life and your inventing days.

And that’s why you’re here now, as an eighteen-year-old girl ready to become a doctor to save lives the normal human way instead of becoming something she knew would end in her being six feet under instead.

It’s not like you woke up and changed your mind, god, after that night with Peter you never cried, screamed, and yelled so much in your life. You wanted to start a riot against your father, defile his orders and become his living nightmare. Your blood was boiling for a good month, seeing his face made your hands tighten into fists.

But life went on, you got over Peter and your grudge for Tony and decided that you weren’t going to live life properly if you held onto the past. All that mattered was your future now, and that’s why there are empty boxes littered around your bedroom and ready to get stuffed. You’ve at least gone as far as taking a sharpie to them and titling them either ‘Uni’ or 'storage.’

But it’s funny how your motto is contradicting itself at this very moment. How you’re refusing to go and support your father and his show. Yea, don’t live in the past but your invention was going to be staring you right in the eyes on its display. You just know is going to be on a mannequin just like it was the first time you walked downstairs to see your father working on it and begging for a partnership.

It’ll hurt too much, and the last thing you want is to ruin your father’s big day.

The time struck midnight on your desk, flashing red and illuminating your face. It was time for bed, but something inside you knew you’d be staring up at the ceiling eating yourself alive with thoughts about getting on that damned jet the next day.

-

Knocking awoke you. Your eyes blinked opened and were met with sunlight shining through your curtains. It made you squint and roll over so your back was to it, now feeling the sun-rays hit your back warmly. Your mind was a constant cycle of thoughts the whole night, just like you had predicted. Now, you’re paying for it with the way your lids felt like they weighed a hundred pounds and your limbs stayed glued to your mattress.

The knocking continued, not planning to stop anytime soon. You were almost ready to bury your head between the pillow and the mattress before the door opened. It was Pepper.

“You know, I try to give you your space but when you don’t answer for the tenth knock, I say I’m free to open the door.” Pepper gives you a small smile, walking towards the balcony doors and allowing her hands to swipe open the curtains. Now the light was blinding, even from where your back was turned from it.

You forced yourself up to lean against your headboard, obviously sleeping wasn’t happening now.

Pepper’s body was almost just a silhouette, becoming nothing against the sun that shone towards you. You looked beautiful, all dolled up in new fancy velvet suit and her hair in loose curls. She was ready to go, and you were her last stop before she was off to the airport.

“Yes.” You say, without her even asking. You knew it was coming, the way her arms were folded across her chest and how her eyes widened towards you, begging ever so softly.

“Yes?” Pepper almost stuttered, her arms drop to her sides as she stepped towards you. It almost made you chuckle, how floored she looked. But hey, you really did need this trip. That suit was your last mini hurdle over the past you needed to get over. Maybe after this, you can sprint your way to your best possible future with no setbacks.

“Do you want me to change my mind?” You had to play with her, laughing when her face fell. In response, you just swung your legs onto the floor and jumped up to get ready.

“I-I’ll go tell the driver you’re coming, meet me down there in two minutes okay?” It’s almost like a switch turned on in your mother’s head, her feet moving forward and a smile appearing across her face. She made it halfway across the room before she stopped to place your cheeks into her palms. You were forced to look into her eyes, just for a few seconds to exchange smiles before she pressed a wet lipstick kiss to your cheek before disappearing out of your room.

You never realized how thankful your mom would be, seeing you come with her. Maybe you actually won’t regret this decision.

That feeling won’t come, the doubt, you know that as you pack your bags and grab your coat from the back of the door, rushing down the stairs to meet Pepper who’s standing in the middle of the front hallway. There isn’t any tightness in your chest, no jitters that send a  shockwave through your body. Your steps get closer to the car, then the plane, and then into your seat. No bad feelings, nothing but pride.

It’s those damned emotions, the ones that make you push it all away and bottle them up tight to save yourself nights of tears and days of sorrow. You were so scared of feeling so incredibly in pain again that you became a stranger to your own feelings, it’s almost like you ripped your own heart out so you couldn’t feel a pulse anymore. As if that made you feel like you could live your life better.

You were wrong. That’s clear as day now as you feel the plane lift off the ground. Pepper’s wine sloshes in its glass, her fingers tightening along the neck of it so it doesn’t spill on her expensive clothes. Everything is finally coming into focus now, it’s time to stop running from yourself.

-

Tony is standing in the hallway, glaring down at the ground as someone whispers things lightening fast into his ear. It looks like he’s not listening, and you know he probably isn’t it. His brain is eating up his own thoughts, and the way he’s chewing his lip makes you raise a brow as you and Pepper make your way towards him.

He hears the click of both your heels, now meeting your eyes. It’s almost shocking, to finally see your father somewhere else that isn’t just inside your house. He’s actually at work, being an Avenger. It’s a weird feeling that overcomes you.

“Nice to see you’ve come.” Tony doesn’t sound okay, his eyes are glossed over with something that you can’t quite pin-point. Pepper even catches it and manages to sneak a glance over to you, now concerned.

“Tony…” Pepper starts to speak but Tony lifts his hand to silence her, giving him his famous fake smile before he shoos off the person still attempting to talk to him.

“Why don’t you ladies find your seats. I’ve got you both in the front row, popcorn and drinks waiting. Even some of that cheesy powder stuff you guys like on them…I don’t know what it’s called, one of the tech people got it-”

“Tony.” Pepper interrupts Tony abruptly, and he bows his head in shame. He is one tough cookie but easily softens under the pressure of his own wife.

“It’s the suit.”

“The suit?”

“The suit.”

That makes you freeze, your breath catching in your throat. You know those words, you know that tone. It’s an instant flashback to you standing in front of Peter, staring into his eyes with all your hopes and dreams radiating off your body and onto him. The way you told him your suit was going to be his next, your suit was going to be The suit.

“What’s wrong with it?” You don’t know how you manage to speak, but you find your voice enough to spit out a question. You tried to hold it in, this dread and the nervousness that suddenly spiked your whole body into overdrive. You really thought this day was going to be fine, that you weren’t going to regret this decision.

But Tony Stark always has something up his sleeves.

“Nothing serious, it just won’t connect to the automatic system I have set up. It’s for the show, so I want it to come on when I give the tech team the go-ahead but…”

“You need my help?” You finish off your dad’s sentence, even though you didn’t want those words to come out ever again.

Tony looked towards Pepper, seeing how upset and torn she looked. She knew damn well how much you struggled to get over the suit and that life. She was probably beating herself up for even asking you to come.

“No, well…yes? I mean you can just tell me what I need to do internally to the suit and I can do it myself.” You shook your head before he even finished, almost wanting to laugh at his attempt to make you feel better, to save you the memories and heartache. But you knew he knew that this wasn’t something you could just verbally instruct him on. It needed you, your hands, and your brain.

“Where is it?” You ask, already maneuvering past him as you make your way down the hallway. Tony is hot on your heels, and by the sound of the frantic click-clacking behind you, Pepper is too. She’s whispering with clenched teeth into Tony’s ear, words you can’t quite understand from where you’re walking. All you know is she’s not very happy, which is fair.

“Y/N,” Tony speaks as you come to Tony’s dressing room. You can feel his hand brushing your shoulder, just missing inches before you grab at the doorknob and turn it.

When you walk inside, you’re met with Peter Parker staring at you.

You grow numb, hands trembling as you push them into the side of your skirt. It’s like the world stopped, just a minute to stare into his eyes before he quickly had the mask pull over his head. He probably thought it was some stranger, walking in, but you see the mask’s eyes widen so largely you almost thought it was malfunctioning.

“Y/N?” Peter speaks breathlessly through the mask, it now slowly coming off his face and back into the neck of the suit. It’s now just him, his brown eyes that used to make your knees weak now staring back at you once again.

Two years. It’s been two years since you’ve seen Peter Parker in the flesh. You remember seeing him on tv, the suit on full display and making you sick to your stomach. You barely saw him for five seconds before you were changing the channel or turning the tv off. It was pain, pure, raw pain you felt when you saw his face. And now it’s back, but it’s all numb.

He aged well, and two years made him look manly, broader and caused some small beard hairs to grow along his chin. His jawline is sharper, he’s got more thickness to his form. God, he looks amazing.

And suddenly your world is tipped on its head again.

“Hi, Pete.” Your eyes turn down and you gulp awkwardly, not even realizing you said his nickname until it already slipped out.

He was shifting from side to side, his eyes moving along the floor as if the words he was trying to find were scattered across it.

“Y/N…” You could hear the guilt in your father’s tone, the hand on your shoulder and the way the air in the room grew thinner. But you took a deep breath, turning towards Tony who stood in the door frame with Pepper behind him, both with wide eyes and looking defeated.

“I told you, you need me.” Your voice was wobbly, you could feel it falling with each word. Tony could tell, the sorrow that rushed across his face and clouded his eyes. You hated it, you wished you were stronger than this.

You thought you were stronger than this. On the plane, you felt unstoppable, but one look into Peter Parker’s eyes and your walls are crumbling, everything is back to how it was.

“What system are you trying to connect to?” You asked after you cleared your throat and turned away from your parents and their pained glances.

There wasn’t an answer and you allowed them to process everything as you walked towards Peter.

He was looking at you again, those brown eyes scanning your body, reading every part of it. It’s like he was trying to remember the pages of a book he had forgotten about. He was reading the way you walked, the movement of your lips as you talked, the fumble in your voice. You felt exposed.

“I-I’ll go get the manual…” Tony spoke suddenly, making you jump. It made Peter laugh, just the smallest bit with the corners of his lips turning upwards as he stared at you. A shiver ran down your spine.

“Pepper.” You could hear Tony speak, and you didn’t have to look to know he wanted her to come with him. You couldn’t help but laugh too when you could hear them arguing as the door closed.

You wondered what changed your father’s mind about you and Peter being in the same room. To be fair, in two years you both have grown and changed, not just you and Peter but Tony too. You know your dad and the way his thoughts eat at his brain until there is nothing left, he knew how he hurt you and probably wanting to make it up to you by bringing Peter back into your life.

You don’t know how to feel about that. That numbness feeling comes crawling back every time you think too much into it.

“He didn’t tell you I was here, did he?” Peter asked, his voice building a dame to close off the thoughts that tumble harshly throughout your mind. You try to hide your smile, pretending to analyze every inch of the suit with your brows furrowed.

“And he didn’t tell you I was coming, did he?” You responded, making him chuckle and nod. His eyes glistened and glowed so perfectly, it reminded you why you got lost in them so easily when you were younger.

Your hands moved from your sides to the suit, trying to move through the motions as if that would help you stop daydreaming. But this just brought back the last time you ever saw Peter, when you both stood in your bedroom, his hands on your arms and yours cupping his jaw, how smooth it was.

You wondered what it would feel now, how prickly it would feel compared to when he was sixteen.

The dame was breaking.

“Is this okay?” You ask, hovering both your hands along his right shoulder. You refused to close his face in with yours, knowing what happened last time. It was smart, more professional, and Peter simply nodded with a loud gulp sound passing through the air before you decided to press your palms along the suit.

The suit felt how you remembered it, the bumps of the web design, the light reflecting off it. Peter’s body filled it in more than last time, and you could feel the muscle through it easily. You tried to blink passed that, trying to make sure no circuits were disconnected that could’ve caused the problems with tech.

You were an amazing inventor at sixteen, but you didn’t think about what your father would do with the suit business-wise. Everything was mapped out for Peter from bullets to bombs, but not about Bluetooth connection or HDMI and other cables.

“How has the suit been treating you?” You ask, trying to distract him as you timidly grab for his hand to check the movement functions. He flickered his gaze down at the contact but quickly looked back up to stare above your head.

“It’s been good, great actually. Took a good year to get used to healing like that but…” Peter trailed off, and that threw you off your guard enough to make you look up and attempt to meet his eyes. He did eventually, and he smiled pleasantly at you.

“You really did an amazing job, Y/N.” Peter mumbled, moving his hand the smallest bit so it was gripping yours. He gave it a pulse, just the smallest squeeze before you broke apart. You could feel the awkwardness taint the conversation, but the dressing room door opened with a short knock from the outside before Tony walked in.

“Where’s the manual?” You asked, shaking your head when Pepper side-eyed Tony with a chuckle. She looked a lot calmer now, and Tony probably just wanted to calm her nerves and used the manual as a way to get her out.

“Oh, darn I couldn’t find it. Funny how those things happen. But anyways I trust you looked at the suit while I was gone, any thoughts?” You don’t know why, but your cheeks immediately heated up at your father’s words. You could feel Peter shifting awkwardly beside you, obviously not expecting Tony to say that either.

“I did. It’s uhm, fine. Just like I remembered.”

You wanted to slap yourself at that response, but all you could do was hang your head in shame as Tony gave you the tiniest sneer.

“I think you will have to disconnect it from all the other tech you’re showcasing tonight. I designed it so it wouldn’t be able to be hacked into other networks or allow foreign connections to control it in any way.” You distracted everyone with your words, blinking daggers at your father and wiping the smile clear off his face. He was now nodding with his concentrated expression plastered on his face.

“I was afraid you’d say that…” Tony mumbled, but you could already feel your mind urging your body towards the door, to exit from the situation, from Peter. But you were in the middle of the situation, you felt like a zebra cornered by a family of lions. You were defenseless.

“Peter I’m just going to have to nod at you from on the stage and you’ll swing in like that. Watch for me, yeah?” Tony moved away from the door to Peter so he could pat at his shoulder. This gave you a chance to escape, but your feet were glued to the floor.

You almost felt like you were inclined to say something, like there was a missing piece in the air that hung and awaited your voice to fill it in. But you couldn’t turn to look at your father and Peter, or allow your lips to move. All you could do was stare straight ahead, which Pepper noticed and quickly attempted to meet your eyes.

She looked like she felt horrible, the way her lips and eyes turned down and how she clasped her hands in front of her suit. This wasn’t her plans for you, and you could almost see the thoughts swirling dangerously in her mind, the guilt she felt for bringing you here and forcing you to face your demons.

“Good luck.” You spit out a cheesy reply, trying to give closure to this conversation. You felt bad for shoving yourself forward and rushing out on everyone, but once your feet disconnected themselves from the floor, you felt an intense need for air.

Pepper followed, of course, her heels click-clacking faster and faster down the hallway as you made your way towards the back again. You could see the sunlight leaking through the bottom of the exit door backstage, and it called for you.

“Y/N!” Pepper yelled, and she must’ve been calling your name a lot by the way she sounded breathless when she finally caught up with you. Your hand had an iron grip on the doorknob to outside, and you gave her one look over your shoulder before you pushed it opened and allowed the sun to completely blanket your body.

“I’m sorry my love, I didn’t want-I never knew Peter was going to be here.” Pepper was toying with her wedding ring nervously as she paced in front of you. She would move it up and down across her finger, allowing it to roll around her knuckle.

You focused on those movements as an anchor so you wouldn’t lose yourself, knowing if you looked at your mother’s stressed expression your head would explode. All you could really do was lean against the wall, palms pressed to the bricks and eyes cast down to the ring that shined in the light.

“Y/N?” Pepper’s voice was softer now, closer than it was before. This caught you off guard enough to make your eyes move up towards your mother’s eyes, now seeing her still stressed expression with her brows knotted tightly together.

“We can go home, right now if you want.” Pepper’s voice was firm but her eyes shimmered with doubt, you could tell this was something she was only doing for you. But it was too late to run away, your already scarred heart was laid out on the ground and stomped to a bruised mess again. This was a situation where you just needed to pick up the broken pieces and put it all back together again.

You’ll just have to a pathetically put-together mess for your father and crush.

“I’m staying, mom it’s okay.” You gulped roughly as if you were swallowing a pile of rocks. Pepper was still looking at you like you had just been snapped in two, the lipgloss she wore now unseeable on her lips because she was biting them too much from the nerves. This was almost just as hard for her as it was for you.

“Y/N…” Your name got lost in your mother’s voice, her trailing off and lowering her gaze to the ground. It was a minute of silence, just the wind against your ears as you stared off into the sky over Pepper’s shoulder before she finally looked up.

“Okay.” She said, nodding and moving her hands to grab yours. She squeezed at your fingers, holding you in your place for a few seconds before she released you and moved to open the door.

As soon as she did, you could hear the cheers and the lights were dimmed. The show was starting soon, and you used your mom as a beacon of light, zeroing-in on her form as she maneuvered past the bustling crowd of tech people and stage management to get to your seats.

-

You clapped and stood along with the entire arena, everyone cheering as your dad bowed and smiled from ear to ear with his inventions shinning in all their iron glory behind him. Peter was just a few steps behind him, his suit being the star of the night. You could see how confident he felt in it, with the way his shoulders broadened and his chin lifted into the air as people cheered 'Spider-man!’

You couldn’t help the smallest part of your mind that fell towards the thoughts of imagining you on that stage, beside both of them, being cheered on for your work.

What if you didn’t almost kiss Peter that night? What if your father didn’t stay home that night and find his way up the stairs to your room to catch you at just the wrong time? Would you be standing up there with them? Looking just as happy, your cheeks hurting because of how much you’ve been smiling?

That was a lot of questions to ask yourself, and you almost fell back into your chair when Pepper grabbed your shoulder, shaking you the smallest bit to get your attention.

“I’m sorry,” she snapped her hand back and you made sure to smile to reassure her that you were okay. “I need to go backstage to the dressing room to grab your father’s checklist before he startings organizing the clean-up.” She kissed at your cheek before wandering off as the crowd still cheered and clapped.

The lights started to come on and your father and Peter had left the stage. That was everyone’s queue to start filing out. You could’ve walked out with them, just so you could get swallowed up into the crowd and away from the problems that were awaiting you in that damned dressing room. But all you really wanted to do was watch as the sea of people that filled the room disappeared in a matter of minutes.

It was soothing almost, to just be sitting in an empty arena in the front row with no one to come up to you, no one to put on a fake smile to. Your whole life you’ve never really been alone, not like this. It felt refreshing and it gave you a couple of minutes to gather yourself before you had to face everyone.

“Y/N Stark?” Your content smile dropped when you heard an unrecognizable voice from beside you. You reluctantly gave the stranger your attention, plastering on that fake smile you’re so good at, welcoming him to come further towards you.

He was handsome, closer to your father’s age. His hair was slicked back and healthy, eyes soft to match his smile. It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be, and you could see he worked with your father by how he had a Stark Industries lanyard around his neck and a pin tucked into the right side of the suit.

“Hello?” You didn’t want to sound rude, but you gave him an arched brow as he clasped his hands behind his back and moved to sit next to you. You wondered why he wasn’t helping with the clean-up, or why he wasn’t backstage with anyone else. It’s not like you needed company.

Who knows, maybe you didn’t realize how depressed you really looked sitting alone in an empty arena.

“My name Quinten, Quinten Beck. I apologize for disturbing you it’s just…I wanted to say, your father is a genius making all those amazing suits. It must be interesting to grow up with a father who’s this talented.” He spoke almost like he was in a dream, looking towards the stage longingly. It made your mind wander back to your invention and the what-ifs.

“Yea.” You say bluntly, blinking down towards your feet.

Quinten didn’t say anything, and it was like he was analyzing you with the way he just sat beside you silently and stared at you. Maybe he expected you to elaborate, or say something more than 'yea.’

You felt bad, but you’ve been through a lot today.

“Is everything alright?” He asks, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. You wondered if you could just not reply to him at all this time, maybe that would cause him to give up on this conversation and leave you be. But you couldn’t help but answer, he was only being nice.

“Just a long day, I’m glad you enjoy my father’s work.” You shook your head, trying to wiggle the bad thoughts pooling around your brain like a snake pit as you stood up and gave the man a decent smile.

“Understandable,” Quinten replied, looking at you for a split second in guilt before his eyes widened. He was quickly fishing through his pant pockets, finally grabbing whatever he was looking for and moving it towards you.

It was a business card, Quinten Beck written on the front with an email and phone number. It made you almost want to roll your eyes, now what was this for?

“Just in case you’re ever interested in following in your father’s footsteps, I’d love to work with you. You look like a woman that knows a lot.” Quinten smiles kindly, almost making you want to not rip the card in two.

“Thank you.” You take the card anyways, still showing that prize-winning smile as he laughs nervously when you take his card from his fingers.

You start to leave then, turning on your heels and walking towards the backstage door. But you’re shocked when he grabs at your wrist. It wasn’t anything rough or alarming, but the tender touch was enough to make you jump and retract your arm back.

“Hey, s-sorry just a quick question about that Spider-Man suit…since it was the big invention of the show…I was just wondering if the old Spider-Man suit was used at all?” He asked, now shoving his hands into his pockets because of your distaste.

That was a good question. Questions like that were rehearsed by your younger self inside your room as you paced back and forth or laid flat on your back upon your bed to stare up at the ceiling. You were so excited to get the press swarming you, screaming questions to you. Now you have one lone man standing in front of you looking like he was about to pee himself with the way he couldn’t keep his feet still in one spot, he was that nervous in your presence.

“I-uhm, my father used some of the parts, mostly just fabric samples to catch certain bits of DNA from Spider-Man and the webs to connect the new formulas together. It’s kind of…half and half.” You answered, feeling yourself now become the nervous one as you dodged his stare.

“Alright well…thanks for your time…really, Miss Stark.”

You gave him one short nod before turning back towards the backstage door. Your feet moved fast, and once you got to the door you carelessly tossed the business card into the garbage as you opened it, thinking you were being discreet with the way you shoved your hand into your purse to pretend you were throwing out a receipt.

You didn’t at all notice the glaring man behind you.

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[yungblud-fics]

teenagers

ALSO YES THIS IS AN MCR SONG FOR THE TITLE. HOW KIND OF YOU TO ASK.

summary: you go to a party with dom and you saw your boyfriend cheating on you. drunk or not it broke your heart. you asked dom to take you home and yeH.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of cheating, kissing, g-note, and our favorite: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF!!

A/N: HEY IT'S 3:43 AND I'VE BEEN AWAKE FOR A HALF HOUR. THIS IS A DREAM I HAD. ENJOY.

you paced around the front yard of some stranger's house. you didn't even want to go to this party but dom had asked you so you knew you had to. you sat down on the curb by the mailbox and watched drunk teenagers throwing up and some dancing with a few stumbles.

you grabbed your ohone from your pocket, dialing dom's number as you shakily held the phone up to your ear. after a few rings you heard dom scream into the phone which made you smile despite having a gut wrenching feeling in your stomach.

"hey dom. can you take me home now?"

"course. where are ya?"

"front yard."

the line went dead and as you stood up, wishing you had never came here. your boyfriend had his lips on some girl's neck as she was grinding against him. you felt a hand on your shoulder but you couldn't look away.

"y/n. hey, what's wrong?" he shook your shoulders lightly before looking where you were. a small 'oh' left his mouth as he opened the car door for you. you stood there, watching as he led the girl to his car.

you got into the passenger seat, dom starting the car and taking off. the ride was silent besides the buzzing in your head.

"are ya okay mate?" dom took a quick glance at you.

"i'm fine," you felt tears begin to surface and prayed you could hold them in until you got home.

"y/n," dom raised his eyebrows knowing that you were lying. you looked down to your lap, a few tears falling. dom took a breath and pulled the car over.

he turned to face you, not sure if you would punch him straight in the jaw at this moment.

"look at me y/n." your eyes slowly came to meet his and once they did, all your emotions began to surface.

dom moved his seat farther from the steering wheel and pulled you over to sit next to him. he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, rubbing shapes onto your back as you let out your emotions.

"i-i knew this was gonna happen. how long as this even been going on? we've been dating for four months and he's already off with some other girl," your arms around dom's waist tightened a little as more tears fell.

dom just pulled you closer to him in the small space. he played with your hair and whispered sweet nothings in your ear until you began to calm down. he wiped the tears from under your eyes and made a windshield whiper sound just to see you smile.

"why don't you stay over my house tonight? i don't wanna leave you alone," dom whispered, still holding you in his arms. he liked the feeling. he just wished he could kiss all your tears away and tell you how much he loved you.

you'd been friends for basically all your lives since he moved to your small american town from london. your parents were all friends too. you both had become so inseperable that they just assumed one would stay at the other's house at night or after school.

you simply nodded and climbed back to your seat. dom once again began driving toward his house, reaching over to hold your hand and give it a little squeeze.

"thank you dommy."

"anytime n/n."

he made a turn and pulled into his driveway. his hand felt cold from the release of yours, missing your touch already.

walking into the house, you greeted his mom with a hug. she was always so sweet to you. you waved a small hello to his dad as well before following dom to his room.

he threw your david bowie t-shirt at you that he kept in case you slept over--which happened often. he turned around and covered his eyes even though you've changed in front of each other plenty of times. you quickly changed into the t-shirt and folded your other clothes.

"you can turn around now," you laughed. he smiled and jumped into bed, holding the covers up for you. climbing next to him, he looked at you for a moment.

"ya look pretty," his smile only grew bigger before he turned off the light. you both laid side by side, dom turned to wrap an arm around your waist, your head falling to his shoulder. he ran his fingers gently through your hair, lightly humming a song.

"goodnight n/n."

"goodnight. thank you dom," you gave him a light squeeze around his middle before loosening your grip. he always smelled real nice. you couldn't explain it but he always smelled comfy, you guessed was the best way to describe it.

you slowly drifted to sleep to sound of the air conditioning and the soft sounds coming from dom's mouth as you held each other close.

that night had been more than a month ago and you had moved on from your ex seeing as he had moved on as well before you had even broken up.

you had small feelings for zack (A/N: that's your ex's name if i hadn't mentioned it. also hIS NAME WAS ZACK AND HE MADE HER HAPPY.) but nothing could compare to how you felt for dom. even since you were kids the feeling had never gone away.

you were laying down in your room listening to your record player when your door suddenly burst open and a very hyper dom and thrown himself next to you.

he held him self up on his elbows and took deep breaths.

"'m staying for dinner. your mum asked me."

"mkay," you took a strand of his messy hair in your fingers, twirling it around. he was slowly dozing off from your small contact, your nails occasionally scraping along his scalp.

everything was calm when you all of a sudden screamed, "wHEN I WAS. A YOUNG BOY-"

"FOOK N/N YA SCARED ME," dom laughed, holding a hand over his heart dramatically.

"i coulda had a heart attack."

you simply shook your head and laughed, dom's smile matching yours.

"y/n?"

"dominic?"

he smiled, "would you be ready to start a relationship again? or is too soon?"

"i think i'm ready. i've liked someone for a while now and seeing as zack never cared about me. why do you ask?"

"oh. so who's the person?"

"well he's nice, and very pretty, and he has the cutest laugh."

"sounds like a nice guy."

you laughed a little, lightly punching his shoulder, "it's you stupid."

dom's expression was a mix of shock and nervousness but before he could respond, your mom called you both down for dinner. you winked and walked out of the room.

it just occurred to dom that you really did like him, so he did what any normal person would do. he ran out of the hall and walked next to you. then he grabbed your arms loosly and gave you a sloppy kiss on the lips.

it was his turn to wink and walk toward the dinner table, your smile only growing.

i finished writing this at 4:18am whoops oh well.

A/N: i finally finished editing this ahaha. i'm finishing another *cough* smut *cough* request tonight so i might post it now or tomorrow.

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