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alright besties <3 just applied for a job that I’m so excited for! I really hope I get it. 🤞🏻fingers crossed!

[cobrakaisb]

call me, beep me, if you want to reach me

summary: percy, annabeth, and grover have some great news about their quest, but something is off about their hypothesis  

word count: 2.8k

featuring: reader and annabeth’s relationship, slightly steamy reader and luke scene, more percabeth crumbs, fluff and angst  

author's note: IM BACKKKKK...this one took me forever, and i am so sorry about that! between finals, coming home from college, and just dealing with life in general it has been a real struggle BUT we are finally back on the luke train 🤩 and trust, these next few parts are about to get real...anyways, enjoy 💗

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you run to the top of the hill, calling out to the three kids before they can cross the protective barrier surrounding camp half-blood.

“i just wanted to wish you guys good luck before you leave, although i’m sure you won’t need it,” you explain, walking up to the trio. 

annabeth smiles at you. there’s an excited gleam in her eyes, and you remember how she’s been waiting for this for years -- her chance at glory.

“thanks,” percy mumbles, not really knowing what to say. 

“i just…be safe okay?” you whisper, hands gripping tightly at annabeth’s shoulders while you look directly at her. 

she nods, “i will. i promise.” 

you nod in agreement, lips pursed in a tight line as you struggle to keep your emotions at bay. over the course of your years at camp, the bond between you and annabeth has grown exponentially. you love her like a little sister, one you’d do anything to protect. it scares you to think about her, a twelve year old kid, in the real world with no one looking out for her this time. 

she senses your anguish, and pulls you into a tight hug. you freeze at first, not used to the affection from her, but ultimately wrap your arms around her small frame. the two of you stand there for a minute, embracing each other, but break apart when luke calls out to you from the bottom of the hill. 

“it’s time to go,” he yells, and you imagine his pointed look and crossed arms. luke was just as worried as you, but he found it necessary to hide those feelings, claiming it was best for annabeth’s sake. you disagreed. 

you nod, stepping away from the kids, back towards the chaos of camp, “i’ll see you at the solstice.”

you watch, with your stomach in knots from nerves and a mouth full of anxiety, as the kids step past thalia’s tree and into the world of monsters.      

that was almost four days ago, and still no word from the trio. percy, annabeth, and grover were on their quest to find and return zeus’s master bolt, but the radio silence worries you. while you didn’t expect them to call every day to say good night — they needed to save their dracmas — you at least expected some type of update by now. the lack thereof leaves a nervous feeling in your stomach; something isn’t right, you know it, but you can’t quite determine what. 

“those are called feelings sweetie,” katrina replies when you explain your current predicament to her.

you suck your teeth at her words, shoving her shoulder as you mumble, “shut up.”

“i’m being serious! since when do you care about three twelve year olds? no scratch that, since when do you care about anybody?” she shouts, throwing her hands up. 

you look down at your converse, arms crossing over your bent knees as you sit and look at the rippling water. i care about luke, you think, and all those kids who will never experience a true family thanks to our parents. i care about you, and our friendship. i care about grover, who’s too kind for his own good. the list goes on and on, but you don’t say any of those names out loud. 

instead you respond with, “i care about annabeth.”

katrina openly scoffs at your words, leaning back on her palms. “oh please, i’m talking about that little blonde.” 

you sigh, looking at her over your shoulder. her short hair rustles in the breeze, and the unruly curls from spending the day in the water makes her possess a childlike innocence. if you didn’t know katrina, you’d think she was a sweet girl who’d chew you out for swearing, but you do know her; she’s anything but, and the constant taunting and teasing proves that. 

“there’s something different about percy,” you explain with a shrug. 

“yeah, it’s called your need to play mommy,” she mumbles. 

“oh shut up,” you gripe, getting up from your spot on the dock. you make sure to kick her calf, not too hard, on your way back to hera’s cabin. 

“harder,” luke commands, despite the sweat dripping down both of their faces. 

percy groans, throwing his head back in frustration. they’ve been going at it for hours, practicing various techniques and maneuvers with wooden swords. while percy’s claiming was still new, and his slaying of the minotaur with no experience was still the talk of the camp, it was obvious to everyone that he needed to train. there’s an impending war coming, and the blonde boy has found himself right in the middle of it. 

but he doesn’t even know what it is, you think, stepping into the dirt of the practice arena. 

“give him a break, luke. he needs some hydration,” you exclaim, holding up two refillable water bottles. 

they’re dripping in condensation, the ice from the pavilion already melting in the sweltering heat courtesy of long island summers. luke grumbles something under his breath, probably about how he doesn’t need a break, but takes the bottle from you with a squeeze of your hip. he stays close to your side as he drinks the water, and instead of giving him your attention, you’re busy looking over percy. 

“there’s a cut on your forehead,” you say, pushing back some of his curls to get a better look. 

“yeah, your boyfriend nicked me,” he replies, gesturing to luke with his chin. 

“it was an accident! how many times do i have to tell you?” luke defends.

“a lot more. i’m great at holding grudges,” percy announces, and you roll your eyes. 

“and that’s why you’re becoming friendly with annabeth?” you tease.

luke raises his eyebrows at your statement, looking over at the smaller boy, whose cheeks are suddenly a very dark shade of red. 

“that’s different,” he grumbles, pouring the remaining water on his head. 

“uh huh, right. whatever floats your boat i guess,” you reply, patting his cheek in a motherly fashion. percy swerves with an eye roll fit for a teenager. 

“anyways, i’ll let you guys get back to it,” you announce, turning to face luke. 

you kiss his cheek, and his palm splays across your waist. he gives it a gentle squeeze, a small sign of affection in a hasty moment. you smile at him, leaning into his chest to whisper, “go easy on him.” 

“he’s training with the best swordsman in camp, he knows what to expect,” luke replies, cocky as ever, as you pat his sweaty chest three times before walking away. 

the training arena is packed when you arrive, brimming with younger kids and blaring noisy chatter. they’re all clad in some sort of battle armor: shields, bronze chest plates, and celestial bronze swords. it takes a minute for them to notice your presence, but when they do they part like the red sea. most of them have the sense to keep quiet, watching you with nervous eyes and wary glances, fueled by the words of their older siblings no doubt. others, the more gutsy of the bunch, have the courage to whisper the exact words they heard from their siblings, warning their friends about you and your anger. you, however, are focused on finding the tallest head amongst the group; the one housing messy, onyx curls. 

“he’s up front, helping jimmy with his armor,” a young girl whispers shyly, drawing designs in the dirt with the tip of her sword.

you stop walking, turning to face her. she’s young, no older than eight, and you feel the edges of your hard exterior soften from the sight of her pigtails and pink twinkle toes. you smile softly at her, hoping that it doesn’t scare her off. 

“thank you,” you say, “i love your shoes.” she smiles at your words, giggling quietly to herself as a small blush coats her cheeks. 

just as she goes to answer, luke appears at your side with, who you can only assume, is jimmy. you smile softly at him, ready to explain why you’re here in the first place, but luke beats you to it:

“let me just give them some instructions, then we can talk, okay?” he whispers, his free hand taking its place on the small of your back.

you hum in agreement, watching fondly as he takes charge of the large group of young demigods. he instructs them to practice the methods he just demonstrated in pairs, explaining that he’ll be walking around to give feedback once he’s done talking to you. as the kids partner up, he leads you to the side of the arena, where he finally meets your gaze with a raised brow. 

“what?” you ask, crossing your arms at his confused stare. 

“you never come here while i’m teaching lessons,” he answers.

“well, maybe i’m starting to,” you reply. 

luke scoffs at your words, “no shot. what’s really going on?” 

“i could be!” 

“but you’re not. you hate their judgy, beady, little eyes. so, what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours to make you seek me out while i’m in the middle of lessons?” he continues, his fingers playing with the waistband of your shorts. 

you take a deep breath, meeting his chocolate brown eyes on the exhale, and state your concerns: “i’m worried. why haven’t we heard from them yet? it’s been days, and it’s not like annabeth to keep us completely in the dark.” 

luke sighs at your words, “i’m sure they’re fine.” 

you raise your eyebrows at his unexpected answer. this is luke, the same guy who refused to let you and annabeth out of his sight during capture the flag, talking? not a chance. 

“so you’re not worried, at all?” you ask, searching for the true reason behind his lack of worry. 

luke clenches his jaw at your words, looking away from you as he stares off into the distance. his eyebrows furrow, and you can see something flicker across his face. you don’t know what it is, but you know he’s battling something within himself. 

“luke?” you ask softly, resting your hand on his bicep. 

he shakes his head, a carefree smile taking over his face as he says, “it’s annabeth. she’s the smartest, most careful person i know. nothing’s wrong.” 

you eye him warily, and nod your head slowly, “right. i guess i’m just overthinking.” 

luke smiles, a teasing look in his eyes as he nudges your foot with his own. you look up at him, a breathy laugh escaping your lips as you meet his playful gaze. 

“you always are,” he mumbles, followed by a loud laugh as you shove his shoulder. 

he plants a quick kiss on your temple, hands rubbing up and down your sides before whispering, “i’ll stop by your cabin tonight. once they’re all tucked in.” 

you hum in agreement, watching as he departs from your side and heads to the closest duo to provide feedback.  

****

the door creaks open, and luke slips inside before the harpies register the noise. you’re already awake, patiently waiting for him on the singular cot in the cabin. the eternal flames of the fire pit burn brightly, leaving dangerous shadows on your face, illuminating the storm brewing inside. 

“you’re late,” you quip, not even bothering to look up from your book. 

you’re laying on your stomach, propped up on your forearms with a paperback book in your hands. you’re in your usual sleep attire, shorts and a tank top, and luke has to physically hold back a groan. he’s never wanted you so badly in his life, but instead of expressing that desire, he apologizes for his actions.

“some of the younger campers were arguing, you know i had to settle that,” he whispers, burying his face between your neck and left shoulder. 

luke kisses your bare skin, slightly warmed from all the sun you’ve been getting recently. your head tilts, giving him access to more skin, and he doesn’t deny that. his lips move to your neck, leaving more than a few marks. 

“careful. hera’s watching,” you tease, closing the cover of your book. 

“let her,” he mumbles, practically moaning when you thread your fingers through his hair. 

“oh you’d love that,” you taunt, tugging on his curls. 

luke’s right arm wraps around your waist, flipping you onto your back, while his left pushes your book to the floor. your mouth falls open in shock, and you gasp quietly. he smirks at your expression, feeling satisfied to have you speechless. before you can ruin the moment, he captures your mouth with his. 

the kiss is rough, all tongue and teeth. his left hand settles next to your head, while his right tugs your hips closer to his. your fingers are still lodged into his curls, and you use them to keep his face pressed against yours. he pulls back, gasping for air, but keeps his forehead planted against your skin. before he can reconnect your lips, you’re kissing all over his face.

“missed you,” you murmur in between kisses. 

luke sighs, relaxing into your arms as the tension from camp counselor duties and other activities leaves his body. he knows eventually he’s going to have to tell you. he thinks it will be something like ripping off a band aid. but, for now, when he has you so eagerly in his arms, and he’s content with baring the brunt of the burden. besides, the kids aren’t even close to figuring out the truth, he’s sure of it. 

****

“we know who stole the bolt,” percy announces, nothing but confidence in his voice. 

luke falters, but only for a second, before asking, “how do you know?”

immediately, annabeth starts rambling. she mentions an encounter with ares, how he knows who the thief is, but was clearly covering for them. as she talks, luke realize that their suspicions are anything but correct, in fact, they’re so far into leftfield it’d be considered a homerun. yet, he runs with it, not willing to give himself up.

“so who would ares cover for?” annabeth finishes, waiting for luke to answer. 

“his favorite daughter. clarisse is the lightning thief,” he answers, making sure to sound shocked by their groundbreaking discovery. 

“chrion’s got to arrest her, find out what she knows. there’s more to this than just the bolt, something bigger,” percy explains.

luke and annabeth share a look of uncertainty, one that percy picks up on because he quickly adds, “don't ask me how i know, you’ve just got to trust me.” 

as luke is about to assure the kids that he’ll get to it straight away, you walk into the office. 

“talking to yourself again, castellan? i knew you were crazy but not this off the rocker,” you tease, stepping closer to his side. 

as you approach, you see the faces of annabeth and percy in the mist. you smile at the sight of them. while they look tired, they seem pretty intact and much better off than you expected.

“how’s your quest going?” you ask, hoping to hear some positive news. 

“not too bad. between ares, the chimera and medusa, i’d say we’re doing pretty good,” percy exclaims.

your eyes widen at his words, and you look to luke to see what his reaction is, but he’s not even looking at you. instead he’s watching the two demigods arguing about which monster occurred each day. he smirks at the sight of them, gently bumping his hip with yours before saying, “what is this?”

“what?” annabeth answers, confusion written all over her face. 

“since when did you guys turn into an old married couple?” luke continues to tease, and you smile at the kids’ shocked faces. percy blushes at luke’s comment, and annabeth makes a point to avoid your gaze.

“not to change the subject, but we need your advice luke. we’re going to vegas and…” before percy can say another word, the iris message cuts out, the connective screen dissipating along with the rainbow that brought it here.

“well that was entertaining,” you joke, turning to face your boyfriend. 

you expect him to laugh at your words, but his face is set into a hard line. his arms are crossed and jaw clenched as he stares at the spot where annabeth and percy’s faces were previously occupying. his thoughts are clearly running a mile a minute, and you step into his line of sight, calling out to him. 

“they think they know who the lightning thief is,” he grumbles, gaze still distant and cold. 

“what? who?” you ask, stepping closer to him. while it’s only the two of you in the room, you don’t want to risk anyone else hearing; this isn’t the sort of thing that should be spread around camp, even if you hate the majority of the people here. 

“clarisse,” he starts, “but they’re wrong.” 

“how do you know?” you ask, nothing but confusion plastered all over your face. 

“because it’s actually me,” luke replies, finally meeting your gaze.

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dessert - jeongcheol x reader

part one.

↠  summary :  although being the personal assistant for two CEO’s who own a huge company seems hectic and stressful, it had its own perks if both men were head over heels for you that they didn’t bother fighting on who would get to keep you in the end. Anyways two is always better than one right?

that is until you meet one of their very good looking buisness partners Jaehyun, sparking an idea in you to flirt with him to piss off the boys...but you’re too late to realise that it was, indeed, a bad idea.

↠  pairing : seungcheol x jeonghan x reader

↠ warnings :  swearing, smut, dom!seungcheol soft dom?! jeonghan, use of pet names, heavy degradation, rough fingering, slight choking, use of toys, cum play, seungcheol is very mean, reader is a brat, mentions of alcohol, dacryphilia

↠ word count : 5.3K words

↠ author’s note : and finally after more than a year i posted yay!! I’m so sorry for the long wait as i know many ppl have been sending me messages asking me when I’ll be back, but I’m here now and will finally start being more active here i promise hahah

i thought I’d post this one shot first with part one, and I’ll post the day I have finalised for part two.

until my next update feel free to send me reqs and until then, enjoy ;)

part one part two

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It really did start of as a joke.

Well, it always did…but this time, part of the reason was because you were bored out of your mind and needed something to do that would at least keep you entertained.

And so, because of that 'stunt', you were currently situated in the bathroom, Jeonghan's hands wrapped around your neck firmly.

"Baby, what were you trying to achieve back there?" He asked, tilting his head to the side a little.

"I don't get why you're mad, all I did was go on my phone," you replied, rolling your eyes before you heard him click his tongue.

"Don't roll your eyes at me...I wouldn't have cared if you just went on your phone but sighing every two fucking minutes and tapping your feet on the ground so fucking hard was not necessary," he spat, gritting his teeth as you realised he was really mad.

"I was bored okay? I don't even get why you guys bought me here it's so boring...can I just call a taxi and head home first, please?" You begged, making him inhale sharply before glaring at you.

"No, you're staying here until we're done," he shot back, making you sigh.

"Anyways....your lucky that was just one of my aquaintances...but now, Seungcheol and I have serious matters to discuss with a possible business partner, you should know how important this would be for us so I advise you, stay put and enough with the bratty attitude."

"Fine, can you at least let me get my earphones from the car?" You asked, making him sigh angrily.

"No, look, if it helps...we'll finally be having dinner so you can stuff your mouth so you won't be bored anymore."

"I'd rather have my mouth stuffed with something else though," you whispered, leaning up to peck the side of his lips with a smirk.

"Well maybe if you behave well for us, you'll get what you want after we're done," Jeonghan replied.

"Okay, I'll be good until then," you replied cheekily, a smirk spread across your face.

"Good, now come, Seungcheol is probably waiting for us."

Both of you walked out of the bathroom, making your way back to the bustling restaurant that the company had rented out for the night to hopefully affiliate with other organizations.

"Hey," Seungcheol greeted you with a big smile, as you sat between him and Jeonghan.

You gave him a smile, before bowing slightly to the man opposite you.

"So this must be your assistant? I've heard a lot about you," the man said, making you smile.

He looked around your age, and you had to admit he was pretty good looking.

"Well I hope good things," you said, a chuckle leaving your lips.

"Of course, I've heard your very good at your job, care to come work at my company instead? My assistants still learning and he's a bit...well, slow in his work and plus, it'll be nice to have a pretty face walking around," he said, giving me a smile.

"Well that wouldn't be too bad, I'll think about it," you joked, as you instantly felt Seungcheol's hand grab your thigh under the table.

"Anyways, let's order before we get into business, what do you say Jaehyun?" Jeonghan asked, making you smile.

he had a nice name.

"Yes of course, I'll call over the waiter," Jaehyun said, before winking my way.

I smirked, suddenly having an idea in my head.

After everyone ordered their food, they began to converse casually about their achievements in their respective companies, which to you just seemed like boastful remarks.

You yawned softly as you felt Seungcheol draw slow circles into your thigh, something he usually did unconsciously while talking or resting.

"Would you really move to his company?" Jeonghan whispered in your ear, making you smile.

"Why not, it'll be nice to have a change of scenery," you whispered back, as you heard Jeonghan chuckle.

"If only he knew half of the time your bent over our study table getting stuffed with our cocks because you were too needy to even function when we asked you to get a job done," he chuckled lowly, making you clench around nothing.

"Fuck off."

"Language princess, you would be in a great deal amount of trouble if Seungcheol heard you," Jeonghan whispered, before pulling away.

You cleared your throat, before turning your attention to whatever Seungcheol and Jaehyun were talking about.

The food finally arrived after a while, making you sigh happily as you looked down to the pasta you ordered.

You almost moaned with how good it tasted, as you were glad you could eat since most of the reason you were bored was because you were hungry.

"You like it?" Seungcheol asked, making you nod.

"Hey we ordered the same thing!" Jaehyun pointed out, making you chuckle.

"We did, it's so good right?" You asked him, giving him a sweet smile.

"It is, I would say I might order it the second time but the portion is so huge," Jaehyun said, laughing as you joined him.

"Let's talk business now, shall we?" Seungcheol said, a smile on his face as you felt his fingers grip your thigh tightly.

"Ahh right yes, that is why we are here."

You sighed internally as you realised that was your queue to back out since you wouldn't really understand as it wasn't your place to join their conversation.

And either way, it was boring.

"Hannie," your whispered in Jeonghan's ear, while he was busy listening.

"Later Y/N, we're busy," he mumbled, his eyes darting between Seungcheol and Jaehyun as they discussed an important matter.

"But Hannie this is important," you whined, feeling his hand make it's way to your thigh.

"Y/N stop," he warned, slapping your thigh softly, making you squirm in your seat a little.

Once it was Jeonghan's turn to speak, you turned to Seungcheol.

"Cheolie, can I go to the bathroom?"

"Later," he whispered, as he didn't even bother glancing at you.

You sighed angrily, pushing their hands off your thigh before speaking out loudly.

"Jeonghan would you be kind enough to move as I need to go to the bathroom?" You asked, tilting your head to the side as Jeonghan stopped talking to look at you.

He hesitantly nodded, before standing up to let you get through.

You gave him a big smile before walking towards the bathroom area, your lips turning into a smirk as you knew you probably ticked them off.

After you were done you opened the bathroom door, about to walk out before you saw someone push you back in quickly before they were pinning you to the door.

You looked up, your lips curving into a smile when you saw Seungcheol's angry eyes.

"What are you trying to do?"

"I don't know what you mean?" You replied back, looking at him cluelessly as he gritted his jaw.

"Jeonghan spoke to you about staying put and being obediant before right? So what are you doing now?" Seungcheol drawled, as you shifted your legs, his deep voice not doing any good for your already wet panties.

"I got bored...and you both were completely ignoring me," you sulked, pouting as you looked up at him with your big eyes.

"We both told you that you could go to the bathroom later right? So why did you still decide to ask again?"

"It's just the bathroom! I was so bored I was literally applying my mascara again just to avoid your boring conversations."

"Pull up your dress," he suddenly spat, making you look up at him in confusion.

"What?"

"I know a big reason why your so bored is because your needy little cunt in probably dripping right now...you think I didn't notice the way you keep shifting?" He asked, chuckling as he watched you slowly pull your dress up.

"Tell me baby, what has you so needy right now?" Seungcheol whispered in your ear, one of his hands moving down your body before he was cupping your heat.

You instantly let out a whine as you let go off your dress to hold onto Seungcheol's broad shoulders.

"I-I.....just wanted," you stuttered, bucking your hips up into his touch.

"You wanted what? Attention?" He asked, as he slowly rubbed you over your panties, the thin material already sticking to your skin.

You nodded your head, making Seungcheol chuckle darkly.

"You're always so needy for us aren't you? Constantly need someone showing you attention...but you really couldn't go a few hours without being cock hungry hm? Didn't Jeonghan fuck you a few times this morning while I was out?" He asked, making you quietly moan as he drew circles on your covered clit.

You nodded once again, making Seungcheol click his fingers.

"Use your words baby."

"Y-Yes...yes he did," you quickly said, as you felt him move your panties to the side before his fingers were pushing flush against your entrance.

"Fuck your so wet," he groaned, bringing his coated fingers up to his lips.

"So tell me, your still needy even after Jeonghan fucked you only a few hours ago?"

You nodded your head feverishly.

"Cheolie....touch me please," you whined, making Seungcheol chuckle.

He plunged two of his fingers into your seeping entrance without warning, making you throw your head back as you moaned loudly.

"Quiet down, we don't need all our employees knowing how much of a dirty little slut you are for me now do we?"

He started at a fast pace, nothing you weren't used to as he was normally rough with you im comparison to Jeonghan, not that you cared anyways.

"Cum nice and sweet on my fingers okay?" He whispered, adding a third finger before he was curling them when he knew he hit your sweet spot.

Your toes curled as you leaned into his shoulder to muffle your sounds.

"Your such a fucking needy little girl baby, you've been fucked all morning and now your still so needy when we haven't even gone home yet," Seungcheol whispered, lightly pecking your shoulder blade as his fingers pumped in and out of you.

"Ch-Cheol....need...more," you whined, making Seungcheol laugh.

"Oh no princess....your not getting dick that easy. You'll have to wait until we get home, so until then...hopefully this shuts you up," he whispered, as you felt your release edge closer as you clenched down on his fingers.

"That's it baby, cum now," you heard Seungcheol say, as you felt your release wash over you, making you moan quietly, as you shivered.

He pulled his fingers away from you before bringing them up to his lips to suck them clean. You watched as you suddenly felt empty, making you whine softly.

"I have to go now, make yourself look a bit more presentable and come back soon okay?" Seungcheol said, pulling your dress down before leaning in to peck your cheek.

"You were so good for me, I'll consider rewarding you when we get home," he whispered, winking at you before he was moving you away from the door so he could leave.

"And baby? Enough with the flirting, don't think we haven't picked up on that....don't let me find you warming up to Jaehyun again," he warned, making you smile at him.

"I won't, I promise."

"Oh your back, I thought you went missing," Jaehyun joked, as you sat in between Seungcheol and Jeonghan again.

You laughed a little, before reaching forward to grab a glass of water.

The night progressed as the men around you continued to converse about their companies and what both of them could bring to the table if they were to affiliate.

Soon it was time for drinks, making your ears perk up as Seungcheol offered to get the drinks for everyone.

"What do you want to drink?" Seungcheol asked you, as his hand on your thigh slowly rubbed circles into your skin.

"Champagne is fine," you replied, making him nod before he was walking towards the bar after taking the other two men's order as well.

"So Y/N....have you thought about my offer from before?" Jaehyun asked you, making you crease your eyebrows at him.

"Offer....what offer?" You ask, tilting your head to the side a little.

"To come work with me....these two surely can do things without you I mean...they have each other! But my assistant is downright a rookie and pretty useless so...if you're down too, I'd love to have you," Jaehyun said with a smirk playing on his lips.

"I'll think about it, maybe....what do you think?" You directed the question to Jeonghan, your faux innocent eyes shining at him as you felt his hand grip your thigh tightly.

"Sorry Jaehyun..." Jeonghan trailed off, before his eyes were on the man across him.

"But I can't give away our most trusted employee, she does her job well and so no, we will not be giving her away to you."

Jaehyun chuckled as his eyes fell to mine.

"Well isn't that a pity... I was looking forward to appointing you as my personal assistant," he said, before Seungcheol came back with our drinks.

"So...what have we been talking about?" Seungcheol asked, as he handed me my glass of champagne before sitting down.

"Jaehyun wants me as his assistant, thought it would be fun but Jeonghan thinks I do my job so well," you say, smirking as Seungcheol's eyes darkened.

"Is that so? Well if you'd like, I can send through a list of capable people who could fill in the role if you're hiring?" Seungcheol asked, as you felt Jeonghan's hand on your thigh move up higher.

"Ah no, I really was joking...but I will comment, you both are very lucky," Jaehyun said with a smile, as you playfully winked at him.

Now that, ticked the both of them off completely.

Seungcheol stifled next to you as he eagerly changed the topic, as he soon conversed with Jaehyun about business, while Jeonghan leaned in to your ear.

"You've really done it now princess, spread your legs," he whispered, his warm breath hitting your cheek as you took another sip of your drink.

"And if I don't?" You dared to ask, as Jeonghan simply smiled at you before leaning in closer.

"Spread your legs," he repeated, making you gulp.

You hesitantly spread your legs as you felt Jeonghan's fingers instantly press against your sticky clothed core.

"Did cheol make you cum earlier in the bathroom? Your so wet," he whispered as you bit back a whimper.

"Y-Yeah, he f-fingered me," you whispered, as he scoffed.

"And your still acting bratty? Hm..." He trailed off, before you saw a few other men come to join you three on the table.

"Seungcheol?" Jeonghan called out to him, as he turned to look at you both.

"Yeah?" He asked, his eyes trailing down to you.

"Try to keep her still while you talk," he muttered, as your heartbeat accelerated.

"W-What are you g-going to do?" You stuttered, as Jeonghan smiled at you.

"You want to wink at a man in front of us? Then let's show him how much of a whore you are for us in front of him," he chuckled, as you felt Seungcheol's hand grab your thigh tightly before you felt Jeonghan's fingers push your panties to the side, his fingers making direct contact to your heat.

Your body jolted instantly, as you tried your hardest not to throw your head back from the delicious contact, and if you thought that was painful, when two of Jeonghan's fingers plunged inside of you, you knew it was only going to get worse for you.

"Stay still, eyes open...more investors have joined now so we'll be conversing more, stay quiet and take what I give you, or you won't like what happens next," Jeonghan spat near your ear, making you nod feverishly.

Your eyes flew to Jaehyun, who was too busy talking to the middle aged man next to him to notice you, as you suddenly took in the fact that everyone around you were too busy to even pay attention to you both.

Jeonghan's fingers stilled in you, making you instantly slump in your seat as you looked towards him.

He was smiling like a little bitch, so into a conversation with an unfamiliar guy next to him that no one would even think he was doing something so dirty and sinful under the huge table.

Your eyes darted towards Seungcheol who was looking through an important document, his eyebrows furrowed as his hand was gripping your thigh tightly so your legs were spread enough for Jeonghan to access.

"Cheol," you called out, your voice coming out almost in a whine making him look at you.

"What?" He spat irritatedly, making you frown.

"When can we leave?" you whisper, as you heard his jaw clench tightly.

"Didn't I warn you earlier not to be a brat?" He shot, his eyes throwing daggers at yours.

"Hannie won't please me properly, I can't take it anymore," you whine back boldly, as you felt his fingernails dig into the skin of you thigh in anger.

"Jeonghan."

"Yeah?" Jeonghan responded, his eyes falling on Seungcheol.

"Move your fingers, and give her what I gave you earlier, she doesn't seem to know how to follow orders," he spat, making Jeonghan nod.

"What?" You ask cluelessly, before you felt the sudden emptiness as Jeonghan withdrew his fingers from your sopping entrance.

maybe you should just behave

"Han wait...I-Im sorry I'll stay still from now on," you quickly mumbled, making Jeonghan chuckle lowly.

"Ask cheol, you should know he doesn't tolerate your shit but here we are," Jeonghan said, before you felt something hard and long poke your entrance.

a fucking vibrator.

Your eyes widen before turning to look at Seungcheol who was listening to a conversation intently, that was until you started tapping his arm.

"Cheol N-No.... I-I'll be good I promise, please," you whispered.

"Have it on medium setting, we'll see how she takes it," He said, his words obviously being directed to Jeonghan as he completely ignored you.

Your heartbeat accelerated as you felt Jeonghan slowly ease the dildo into your entrance, the cum slick from earlier providing an easy slip as he pushed it right into you, making you grab the table tightly.

Knuckles turning white and thighs clamped together, you sat there for for what felt like hours with the quiet buzz of the vibrator making you feel as if the entire room was spinning. It was perfect to ease the ache you had, but it wasn't enough to get you to cum, especially since both the boys' hands weren't on you anymore.

Your head lolled towards Jeonghan, soft pants leaving your pretty glossed lips as your long manicured nails taps against his white dress shirt eagerly.

"Hm?" He hummed, glancing at you only for a second.

"I-It's too much...I wanna...c-c–"

"Y/N," Seungcheol suddenly called out, making you stop talking.

You turned to looked at him, lips pouty and eyes filled with need as it took Seungcheol his all not to grab you by the hair and fuck you on the table in front of everyone.

Which he would eventually get around to doing tonight, but just not now.

"Can you go get me another glass of champagne, please?" He asked sweetly, making you shake your head softly.

"I-I can't...g-get up–"

Seungcheol chuckled softly, cutting you off as he leaned in to your ear, his hand on your thigh once again.

"I wasn't really asking, get up and go get me what I asked for, slut," he spat, making you squirm in your seat.

"You're a dick," you whimper out, before standing up shakily.

With all the strength and self control you could muster, you pushed past Jeongham before carefully walking towards the bar.

Walking around in heels with a fat dildo snuggled in your pussy? this was definitely not how you saw the night going but here you were.

"O-One...g-g Champagne," your words slur as the bartender looks at you in concern.

"Miss are you okay?" he asks in concern, making you nod feverishly.

"Mhm...just get...champagne," you mumble as he nods before pouring a glass on the sparkling liquid.

"Here have a glass of water...you look really flushed...are you gonna be sick?" He asked.

"No..no...but thanks for the water," you finally say a sentence without stuttering, so you pat yourself on the back mentally.

"No worries Ms, please do sit down until you finish your water though," he said, making you hesitantly nod.

You slowly sat down on the barstool, sucking air through your teeth as you felt the vibrator nuzzle into you more.

"Would you like anything else?" The bartender asked, as he gave you a glass of water.

"N-No....I'm good with...with water," your words slurred slightly as you both the glass up to your lips with shaky fingers.

"Are you here alone?" The bartender suddenly asked, as you realised he had been staring at you this entire time.

"N-No I'm...I'm here with a few business... people...I'm sorry for stuttering I just don't feel so good," you babbled on, completely unaware of the pair of eyes burning into your back in rage.

"That's completely understandable, you don't need to say sorry but I do think you should go rest," he said, before leaning over the counter to touch my forehead.

"You're burning up Miss I don't think you should be drink–"

"Get up we're going home."

You shakily turn around to see an angry Seungcheol standing in front of you, his top two buttons undone as his eyes left yours briefly to look at the confused bartender in front of you.

"Yeah she's had a bit too much to drink," he spat shortly, before grabbing you by the wrist and yanking you off the bar stool.

"Cheolie careful I'm in heels," you whine out, but he doesn't seem to hear or care as he walked out of the restaurant, his grip on your wrist never faltering.

"W-What about Jeonghannie," you hiccup, trying to keep up with Seungcheol's pace in your painfully high heels.

Suddenly you felt the vibrators speed increase, making you buckle your hips as a moan left your lips, causing Seungcheol to laugh.

He opened the passenger seat door before practically throwing you in, as you heard the door shut loudly before he was getting into the drivers seat.

"You've really done it today princess....you've found numerous ways to push our buttons and now I'm gonna make sure this type of behaviour will never be repeated from your end, ever again," he spat.

"Cheolie too much," you whine, spreading your legs shamelessly as your hands came down to pull the dildo out of you.

"Ah, ah...that’s staying in there since you decided to act like such a fucking child today I had to leave an important conversation early and now Jeonghan has to do all the work....why do you think so?" He asked, turning to look at you.

"Mm.....I-I don't know," you whimpered out, making his eyes darken.

"How many times did I tell you to stop being a brat today, hm? I even went out of my way and fucked you with my fingers to get you to shut up...so why did you continue to piss me off in front of everyone? And then when I told you to go get me a drink, I found you shamelessly eye fucking that bartender like a whore," he growled, grabbing your jaw tightly as you whimpered, clenching down on the dildo.

"I w-wasn't–" your words were ripped out of your throat when his hand landed down on your aching pussy harshly.

"Don't fucking lie to me, you think I wouldn't notice the way you were talking to him? And the way he wanted to fuck you so bad," he chuckled, as he pulled up your dress so he could eye your soaked underwear.

"Take it off, come on."

You bit down on your bottom lip as you came hard almost quietly, your head lolling to the side as soft pants left your mouth.

"Aww did my baby just cum?"

"Y-Yeah," you mumble out, your lips parted as Seungcheol removed your underwear.

"Your being so so disobedient today Y/N...why's that? I was talking to you about something and you decided to cum? Is that what I've taught you?" He spat lowly, as you watched him bunch your underwear into a ball before pushing it into his pocket.

"M' sorry....c-couldn't help it," you whimper out, tears spilling from your eyes at the overstimulation.

"S-Seung...cheol...the v-vibrator please....too m-much," you hiccup again, as Seungcheol's hand threads through your hair.

"We're alone now baby...that's not my name," he spat into your ear.

"Although I'm starting to think I should make you call me that in public, so everyone around you including you remember who you belong to."

His voice was ten times deeper than usual, which only made you ten times wetter than you already were.

"Would you like that baby?" He asked, his free hand resting on your thigh as you whined.

"Take it out p-please," you whimper out, making Seungcheol sigh.

"Answer my question first doll,” he groaned, his hand in your hair rubbing your scalp slowly.

"No that's embarrassing," you scoff, as he chuckled lowly.

"Why's that? You love disobeying us in public so maybe that will help you remember your place, what do you think?" He asked, eyes narrowing on you as you hesitantly shake your head.

"Che- Daddy no...please," you whine, as you felt his grip on your hair tighten painfully.

"Hmm...I'll think about it..now, spread your legs and be good," he spat, making you instantly comply as you wanted nothing more than having that damn vibrator out of you.

Seungcheol's fingers circled around the part of the vibrator that was sticking out of you, causing you to whine as your eyes pleaded at him to remove it from you.

"You want me to take this out baby? Too much?" He asked with a pout, tilting his head to the side as you nodded eagerly.

"P-Please."

"You know what was too much? Your attitude with us today, so take what I fucking give you or I'll have to bring out your collar....do you want that princess?" He asked, making you shake your head as he smiled.

"Good."

Your body jolted suddenly as Seungcheol grabbed the dildo, roughly thrusting it into you as you choked out a moan.

"Hold up your dress," he shot, as you whimpered from his rough ministrations, but nevertheless obeyed.

Your shaky fingers moved your long evening dress out of the way, bunching it up to your chest to give Seungcheol a better view.

"S-Slow down oh my g-god," you managed to make out, as Seungcheol scoffed.

"You don't make the demands here princess, I do, so why don't you sit here and take it...understand?" He spat, removing the dildo out of you before turning it off.

You breathed out a sigh of relief, your eyes closing only for a second before you felt three of Seungcheol's fingers push into you without warning.

"Fuck Seungcheol....fuck!" You screeched out, your body jolting as his fingers only went rougher at your words.

"What have I said about swearing?" He spat angrily, making you whimper out a weak apology he wasn't going to take.

"You use this pretty mouth of yours for all the wrong reasons baby," he added, fingers pinching your bottom lip.

"I-I'm sorry daddy," you whisper meekly, making him hum.

"Don't swear again, okay?"

"O-Okay," you whisper back, as his fingers stilled in you.

"Okay what?" He spat as you whined, clenching down on him.

"Okay daddy," you muttered quickly, before Seungcheol resumed the rough pace he had set for his fingers.

"I-I'm gonna c-cum daddy," you pant, throwing your head back as Seungcheol pulled on your hair.

"You don't cum until I say so," he drawled, making you shake your head as a smirk played on your lips.

"No."

"No?"

"I want to cum...it's t-too much," you bite back, looking up at Seungcheol's amused face.

"Oh you're still being a brat?...I'm not Jeonghan baby, you know I won't give you any chances so watch what you say to me," he shot, fingers pulling at your hair making you wince.

"It hurts stop," you whine out, wishing Jeonghan was here to help sooth you like he always did.

Every time you did something wrong, it was Seungcheol that would get furious and punish you until dawn, but Jeonghan preferred to teach you in much more gentle ways.

"Than learn to behave," he spat, stuffing two more fingers into you before curling them up.

The stretch was incredibly delicious, as your eyes rolled to the back of your head before a long moan left your parted lips.

"Daddy please...I need to cum," you desperately whined out, as Seungcheol's fingers only went rougher and unbelievably faster.

"A no is a no, you're not allowed to cum until I tell you to," he spat, all four of his fingers curling in you as you felt the heat rush to your throbbing pussy.

"Please I c-can't," you whine, the soft pants and squelching sounds coming from you only urging Seungcheol on as it took all of his self control not to drag you into his lap and fuck the living daylights out of you until you were reduced to nothing but tears.

Before you could even warn him, or yourself, you felt the knot in your stomach snap as you came hard all over his fingers.

You moaned out in bliss, the feeling taking over your senses as your body spasmed.

"Are you fucking serious?" He spat angrily, yanking his fingers out of your soaking entrance with a loud pop.

“I couldn’t help it, you kept pushing it a-and–“

“I’m not gonna take any of your bullshit, you should know that by now. I’m not Jeonghan to listen to your pathetic little excuses,” he growled, pushing his soaked fingers into your mouth roughly, causing you to gag and whimper in pain.

“Suck them clean whore,” he spat condescendingly, as you softly suckled on his fingers before he was pulling them out.

“Now sit back properly, pull your dress down and put your seatbelt on, we’re leaving,” he spat, pulling away from you completely as he started the car.

“No I want to wait for Hannie, you’re mean,” you whine out, refusing to put your seatbelt on.

“Don’t make me repeat it, Y/N….you either put it on yourself or I do it for you,” he growled angrily making you huff.

“Can we at least go back in to get dessert? I didn’t get to try the strawberry cake cheol please,” you whine, holding onto his arm as your tits pressed into him.

He sighed angrily before grabbing your jaw tightly, slightly pushing your cheeks together as his burning eyes bore into yours.

“Tonight was my last fucking nerve. You know I’m not gentle like Han, so yes princess I am mean, and brutal. So you’re in for a rough night… I hope you’re ready.”

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I'll be here.

Pairings: Casey Novak x Alex Cabot.

Warnings: Mention of shooting.

Summary: Casey Novak was censured after a Brady violation. She felt ashamed of what had happened so she decided to push everyone away. Little did she know that destiny had other plans, and she crosses paths once again with the one and only Alexandra Cabot.

A/n: A surprise fic on a random Friday? Yep, definitely😌 A soft (and angsty) Calex fic, there was an episode that helped me think of this idea (also we not liking Kim Greylek here as usual) and @saurgaeee also helped create this. Though yes...it does have angst. I’m slowly recovering and I had this in my drafts, so I decided to post it, and I promise the rest will come (eventually😭) and I’ll do an update of fics that are coming next week🫶🏻 Keep the requests coming you guys! Enjoy and leave your comments, reblogs, hearts, whatever you'd like, will be very much appreciated🫶🏻 (not proofread)

*not my gif*

Casey Novak had made it her mission to not let anyone intimidate her once she started in Sex Crimes. Going to Law School, the last thing she expected was to end up where she was at the moment. After working with Mary Clark, she really thought that she wanted to be like her and if she could stay with her, her life would probably be easier. Working in White Collar had definitely taught her a lot, but the things she learned in Sex Crimes were beyond her knowledge. Of course she knew it wouldn’t be easy, she knew what she was getting herself into, and after trying to talk to Branch the first time, she knew there was no way out, and to be honest, she didn’t mind. She knew the squad saw her as someone tough and that really didn’t care about the victims, but she did, she really did care for them, she cared about the case, she wanted to get them the justice they deserved, she’d do anything for them, even if it meant getting herself in trouble.

But the last thing she expected was to go beyond her limits and get to the point where she had risked her career for a case that still ended up going to the trash, no matter how they had handled it, she knew the case would end up going bad for them and there was nothing they could’ve done to fix it. And yet, she risked her job and her license, and here she was now; sitting at the bar after standing for an hour or so before the bar listening to them talking about the lack of professionalism that she had in this case, and that she was lucky enough to not lose her license, they were taking in consideration something that Elizabeth Donnelly had told them, and that was the only reason she was still given a chance to keep her license, but…she would be censured for three years. She honestly expected worse after the conversation she had with Elizabeth, she expected them to really take away her license, but thankfully they didn’t.

Now she was sitting at the bar thinking of all the decisions she had taken in the last few years, trying to figure out what she was supposed to do next. What was she supposed to work in? She was lost, she was confused as to why she let this happen to her; what was done, was done. She had to pay for what she did, even if the consequences destroyed her. The squad had tried to call her to find out what had happened, even Elizabeth had tried to call, but Casey couldn’t bear the thought of telling them that she was not coming back to SVU, someone else would tell them, they’d have another ADA. After five years of working with them, there would be a new ADA, and she really believed that she’d work with them until she couldn’t do it anymore. But this was on her, and no one else. She asked for another drink, maybe the fourth or fifth, she had lost count of them now, but she didn’t care. She had nothing better to do anyway. For a moment her eyes registered the whole bar, knowing this was a bar that the squad normally came to, and she hoped she wouldn’t find anyone here, but then her eyes landed on someone; a blonde. She frowned as she tried to focus her eyes, the drinks now getting to her. It couldn’t be, could it?”

“Casey Novak.”

Casey’s eyes widened a bit as Alexandra Cabot stood right in front of her. “Alex…you’re back.”

Alex chuckled softly as she nodded. “Yeah, well…I was missing New York and I thought that it was finally time to come back.” She grinned. “May I sit with you?”

Casey nodded. “I’m here on my own so…some company won’t hurt.” She grinned as she looked at Alex, resting her head against her hand. “So, Alexandra Cabot is really back.”

Alex nodded as she smiled. “Sort of.” She looked at Casey. “I’m helping McCoy with some cases right now.”

“Are you making your great comeback to SVU?” Casey smiled, even if it hurt her to ask the question.

Alex frowned. “Why would I? They have you.” She grinned.

Casey sighed as she looked at her drink and shook her head. “Not anymore, Cabot.” She finished her drink and placed the empty glass in front of her.

Alex looked at her with a confused look, completely lost. “What do you mean?”

“I was censured for three years.” Casey looked back at Alex with a serious look. “Brady violation.”

Alex tilted her head. “Case…”

“I did this to myself, Alex. No need to feel sorry for me.” Casey offered a sad smile. “Liz is right…I lost perspective.”

“She did this?”

“I mean, I’m sure Petrovsky talked to her, and then Liz decided that it was for the best. I’m sure she thought that if I got away this time, then I’d do it again, and she couldn’t allow that to happen.” Casey looked down at her empty glass and shrugged. “I deserve it, Alex. I shouldn’t have done this. And either way…things went bad.”

Alex grabbed Casey’s hand on hers, making her look back at Alex. “You did what you had to do, Casey. This job…sometimes we cannot help it, and we do the things that we think are right. And I’m sure you did this for a good reason.”

Casey shook her head as she felt her eyes getting teary. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now, Alex.” She whispered softly.

Alex sighed softly as she stood up, wrapping her arms around Casey, hugging her tightly. “I’ll be here, Casey. You’re not gonna go through this alone.”

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Alex had been quiet on her return to Manhattan, she had agreed with McCoy that she’d be helping him with some cases, ending up working in appeals. She had made sure that her comeback hadn’t been the big deal around the office or out of the office, still not ready to let the squad know that she was back just yet. She had heard that there was a new ADA, there were rumors going around her own office about Sex Crimes, and as much as she wanted to know them, she knew that there was no point in getting involved in any of that. She also knew that if Casey ever found out that they were talking about her and now getting involved in talks about the new ADA, would hurt her. Alex had spent most of her time checking in on Casey, after work, she always headed back to Casey’s, for dinner, for movie night, to go out to drink, anything that kept Casey busy. For the first four months, Casey had decided to give herself a small break and had decided to just spend some time for herself going to therapy, Alex being the only person to know what Casey was doing with her life. Alex had tried to convince her to not push away people, she knew that she hated the fact that she didn’t have anyone when she was away, but Casey made it clear that she was just not ready to talk to them.

Now, six months later, she was helping Mary Clark in whatever she was able to do. It was at least something and it would keep her busy and distracted. She had to admit that finding Alex that night at the bar had saved her in so many ways from drowning in her own sorrow, Alex kept pushing her and kept her from falling, and she was so thankful. Both women had created a routine that at first annoyed Casey a little because she knew that Alex just didn’t want to leave her alone and she wanted to keep checking on Casey every possible chance she had, but she loved it. She loved having Alex in her apartment, she loved having her company, she loved seeing how hard Alex tried to keep her smiling and laughing, even if that meant that she had to make a fool of herself…she loved Alex.

It was obvious before, when she was working at White Collar and heard about the famous Alexandra Cabot, she admired her. And then running into her every now and then, developing a crush had been impossible to avoid. Finally being able to meet her when she was back to help them with the Connors trial, and being able to spend some time with her, really did get her crush to be more solid and Casey wished every single day that she had been brave enough to say something but then, Alex was gone again. Now having her in her apartment every single day was a bit of torture as she didn’t want to say anything that could ruin what they were building. Casey definitely needed someone in her life, and that someone was Alex, and she was not about to lose her for some stupid feelings.

“Case?” Alex asked as she closed the door behind her.

“Living room!” Casey sighed as she typed something in her laptop, her brows furrowed as she stared at the screen.

Alex chuckled softly as she walked into the living room, smiling. “I suppose you got yourself a hard job?”

“Just doing some research and trying to put everything together to send it to Mary.” Casey sighed again and then looked up at Alex. “Was expecting you later.” She smiled.

“Well, I got done with work before I thought, so I decided to bring some take out and show up earlier.” Alex smiled as she sat down beside Casey, looking at her laptop for a moment. “I think I should hire you to do our research for us. At least for me.” She grinned, looking back at Casey.

Casey rolled her eyes playfully and closed her laptop, putting it aside. “Please don’t. I have enough with what Mary asks me to do to.” She huffed a chuckle and shook her head. “She’s so happy I’m working with her again, and I’m just wondering when it’s going to end.”

Alex tilted her head as she smiled. “It’ll be over before you know it, Case.”

Casey looked back at Alex and smiled. “I know.”

“And I’ll be here to see the day it happens.” Alex smiled as she placed her hand on Casey’s squeezing it tightly.

Casey stared at Alex for a moment, trying to form the words for her the question she wanted to ask. “Why are you doing this, Alex?”

Alex frowned. “Doing what?”

“Being here with me. Supporting me. Pushing me so I don’t fall. We barely knew each other before, and now…we spend every day together.” Casey smiled a little, trying to hide the fact that she was happy about it.

Alex smiled and shrugged. “I know I hated to be alone back when I was in Witness Protection. I know it’s a completely different thing but…I don’t want you goin through this alone, Casey.”

Casey nodded softly as she smiled. “Thanks.”

Alex took a deep breath as she looked down at their hands. “There could be another reason, though.”

Casey frowned as she stared at Alex. “Elizabeth didn’t ask you to look out for me, did she?”

Alex huffed a laugh as she shook her head, looking back at Casey. “No, she didn’t. She doesn’t know I’ve been seeing you, she just knows I’m back.”

“Then, what is the other reason?”

“I don’t think I can tell you. I…I don’t want to ruin what we have.” Alex offered a sympathetic smile.

Casey’s heart stopped for a moment as she stared at Alex, unsure of what Alex could mean but also hoping that it was what she thought. “Nothing could ruin it, Alex.”

“I’m not sure about that.” Alex looked back at their hands, sighing softly. “Casey…”

“Say it, Alex.” Casey said softly, her eyes searching for blue ones.

Alex took a deep breath as she stared back at Casey. “At first…it was because I wanted to be here for you. For you to not go through this alone. But…” she huffed a chuckle. “I always had this…crush…since the first time I saw you.” She grinned. “I was just never brave enough to say it, and then I had to leave again. And seeing you in that bar…I thought it was my chance.” She shrugged. “I don’t want you to think that I’m taking advantage of the situation, I mean…I really do care about you, and I don’t want you going through this alone and I-“

“I have feelings for you too.” Casey suddenly snapped, a faint smile on her face.

Alex frowned, unsure if she had heard Casey right. “You do?”

Casey smiled softly, thinking about what she could say next, but then she decided to do something instead of using words. She wetted her lips before she leaned in and placed her hand on Alex’s neck, bringing their lips together. Alex gasped softly, letting go of Casey’s hand, her eyes widened for a second, not sure what she was supposed to do now. Casey felt that Alex was not moving and thought that maybe she had made a mistake, so she pulled away, but before she could fully move back to her spot, Alex’s hands went to Casey’s waist and pulled her into her lap, her lips attaching to hers again. Casey couldn’t help but smile against her lips, her hands tangling in Alex’s hair while Alex’s hands went up and down her back, pulling her closer. The kiss was slow and tender, until Casey’s tongue teased Alex’s bottom lip, making her moan softly and giving her full access. They finally parted ways as air became a necessity, resting their foreheads against each other’s, smiling and chuckling.

“Bold of you to not use words.” Alex teased as she chuckled, looking at Casey as she smiled.

Casey shrugged. “Sorry, I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” She bit her lip as she smiled, her hand stroking Alex’s cheek. “So now you see that you’re not ruining anything.”

Alex’s smile widened. “I know that now.” She sighed softly, her hand sneaking under Casey’s shirt and tracing patters in her skin. “Are you willing to try this?” She whispered softly.

“I’m in if you are.” Casey smiled softly. “I…have not been with anyone in years. I’m scared but…I do wanna try.”

“I won’t hurt you. We’ll figure things out together.”

Casey nodded. “We’ll figure things out together.” She smiled as she leaned in to kiss her lips again.

********************

“So, you’re our ADA temporarily?” Olivia asked as she leaned over her desk, crossing her arms as she stared at Alex.

Alex nodded as she smiled. “Temporarily. Unless until they get a new ADA.”

Olivia nodded. “I’m glad it’s you and not Greylek anymore.”

“Was she that bad?” Alex grinned.

Olivia sighed. “I mean…sort of? She did her job but…we couldn’t handle her.” She shook her head. “She talked badly about Casey.”

Alex sighed. “What did she say?”

“’Those days are gone since Casey Novak lied to a judge and got disbarred.’” Olivia scoffed. “She’s lucky I didn’t slap her. I was so close to it, but she left.”

“She’s lucky I wasn’t here.” Alex rolled her eyes. “No one talks about Casey like that.”

Olivia stared at Alex for a moment but nodded. “Yeah. She was out of line, and I failed to protect Casey…again.” She shook her head. “We should’ve protected her.”

“Liv, she did what she did for a reason, and if she didn’t want to drag you guys with her, it was her decision. It was out of your control.”

Olivia nodded. “I know.”

“Does Elliot know about this?”

“I don’t think we’d want to know what Elliot had to say about it.” Munch shrugged. “But we definitely didn’t agree with Greylek.”

“No one ever did. We played it cool for our own sake.” Fin shook his head. “Like Olivia said, we would’ve done something for Casey.”

Olivia huffed a chuckle. “No, I didn’t tell him. He’d have gone off.”

Alex shrugged. “It wouldn’t have been bad, you know?” She grinned.

Olivia chuckled. “Well, he doesn’t have to know about it, she’s long gone now.”

“I’d have definitely told Elliot.”

“Tell me what?” Both Olivia and Alex turned back to find Elliot just a few feet away from them, a frown on his face. “What?”

Alex stared at Olivia for a moment and hen back at Elliot. “Not my thing to say, but Olivia does have something to say.” She grinned as she crossed her arms.

Olivia looked back at Alex and sighed. “I-“ she turned back to look at Elliot and shook her head. “It’s really nothing.”

Elliot raised his brow. “Right…I don’t think I believe you.”

Alex sighed as she rolled her eyes. “Greylek talked shit about Casey, and Olivia was ready to slap her, but she escaped.” She shrugged.

Olivia slapped her arm playfully. “Alex! Seriously?”

“What did she say?” Elliot frowned again, walking to both women. “Did she insult Casey?”

Olivia sighed. “Not exactly, I mean…she made a comment about Casey getting disbarred and that things had changed around here since she was not here anymore.”

Elliot took a deep breath. “Was it just that time?”

Olivia shook her head. “No.”

“Ah, I see you have a new ADA. Alexandra Cabot is back.” Kim walked to them and offered a smile.

Everyone turned to look at her, not expecting to see her back. Elliot turned to look at her and sighed. “You thought it was okay to talk badly about Casey?”

Kim frowned. “Excuse me?”

“Casey was part of us. Whatever you had to say about her, we don’t care. You have no right to talk shit about her.”

Kim scoffed. “She did something illegal. She deserved to be disbarred.”

“She was not disbarred, I don’t know where you got that from.” Alex snapped as she stood beside Elliot.

Kim stared at both of them, scoffing again as she shook her head. “Well. It’s what she deserved after what she did. If they let her walk without any consequences, then she’d have done it again. If she wants to do that, she can be a defense attorney, because that’s what they do. Oh, wait.” She laughed. “She cannot do that, because she doesn’t have her license, right?”

“You bitch.” Alex said under her breath.

“You don’t even know why she did what she did. Was getting her office not enough for you? You gonna drag her name too now? What are you, a fifth grader who’s so insecure that you need to drag people down to feed your ego?”

Alex looked at Elliot. “She got Casey’s office?”

“I only said the truth. What are you so mad about? Are you sleeping with her or what? Do you miss your girlfriend here?”

Alex turned to look back at Kim, giving her the stare that would definitely kill her if she could. “I am sleeping with her! Is that a problem for you?! You think you’re so perfect to say those things about her?! She has the highest conviction rate, you bitch!” Olivia wrapped her hands around Alex’s arms stopping her from going to Kim.

Cragen walked out of his office as he heard his squad and the attorneys yelling at each other. “That’s enough!” Everyone stared at Cragen, calming down. He looked at Kim. “I think you should go.”

Kim nodded and looked at everyone. “I’m sorry.” She simply said before she walked away.

Alex sighed heavily as Olivia let go of her, running her hand through her hair. “I can’t believe her.” She shook her head.

Munch frowned and turned to Alex. “You and Casey?”

Alex’s heart stopped at the question, turning to look at everyone who were already staring at her. “Uh…what did I say? I didn’t-“

“You said you were sleeping with Casey.” Olivia raised her brow as she grinned.

Alex gulped as she nibbled on her lip. “I uh…” she clears her throat. “I don’t recall saying that.”

“Oh but you did.” Fin smirked as he nodded.

Elliot then turned to look at Alex, frowning. “You’re sleeping with Casey? You’ve seen Casey?”

“I- uh. I just had to stop her from talking, that’s all.”

“Right.” Munch laughed.

Cragen looked at Alex and sighed. “Have you seen Novak?” Alex turned to look at him and nodded softly.

“How is she doing?” Olivia asked softly.

Alex sighed. “Guys, I don’t think it’s my thing to say anything, I-“

“C’mon, Alex. We just wanna know how she is. She never answered us.”

Alex nodded softly as she looked back at Elliot, smiling. “She’s doing okay. And yes…we’re dating.”

Olivia smiled. “That explains it all.”

Alex huffed a chuckle. “We uh…we ran into each other when I came back, and from there, we just started hanging out daily.” She shrugged as she smiled. “From there, it just developed into a relationship, and we’re both happy. She moved in with me.”

Elliot smiled. “But she’s not ready to talk about what happened.”

Alex shook her head. “No. She’s not. But she’s okay. She’s working with Mary Clark, keeps her busy.” She sighed. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.”

“We get it. But let her know…that she’s missed.” Cragen nodded as he offered a smile.

Alex smiled softly. “I’ll definitely let her know that.”

Elliot walked to Alex. “Please…tell her that we’re here for her. Whenever she wants to talk?” He said almost in a whisper, a hint of sadness in his voice.

Alex smiled and placed her hand on his shoulder. “I’ll tell her that.”

********************

“You’re back.” Casey said softly as she smiled, opening her arms as Alex walked inside their bedroom.

Alex chuckled softly as she kicked her shoes off and crawled into bed, getting on top of Casey, and leaning down to kiss her lips softly. “Hi.” She smiled.

“Hey.” Casey smiled against her lips, placing her hands on Alex’s cheeks, and bringing her down for another kiss. “How was your day?”

Alex sighed as she laid on top of Casey, burying her face on Casey’s neck. “It was okay.” She grinned. “A bit hectic.” She huffed a chuckle.

Casey frowned. “Something happened?”

“Yep. We almost killed Kim Greylek.”

“Was that the ADA that replaced me and that you’re now replacing?”

Alex nodded. “Indeed.”

“Why would you do that? And who else was gonna kill her?”

Alex chuckled, sitting down so she looked at Casey but staying on her lap. “We found out that she was talking about you, some bad things. Elliot found out too.” She grinned. “He went off on her, and she fought back but…Elliot and I stopped.” She shrugged.

Casey rolled her eyes playfully. “Oh my god.” She chuckled softly. “Baby, whatever she had to say, it doesn’t matter.”

Alex shrugged. “I don’t want anyone talking shit about you. Whatever happened, no one should say shit about you.”

Casey smiled softly as she sat down, wrapping her arms around Alex’s waist and leaned in kissing her jawline softly. “You’re cute, you know that?”

Alex wrapped her arms around Casey’s neck and shrugged. “I know.” She smiled.

“I love you. Thank you for protecting me.” Casey smiled.

“I love you more.” Alex smiled as she kissed her lips softly. “Also…the squad wanted me to tell you that…you’re missed, and that they’ll be there for you for whenever you want to talk to them again.”

Casey sighed as she nodded. “I will. Eventually.”

Alex smiled, running her hand through Casey’s hair. “I know you will. I told you, there is no rush.”

Casey smiled. “Thank you.”

“Take a shower with me?” Alex bit her lip as she smirked.

“Are you telling me I smell bad?” Casey raised her brow.

Alex laughed. “I just want to take a shower with my girlfriend.”

“To save water, right?” Casey grinned.

“To save water.” Alex smirked.

Casey rolled her eyes playfully. “Right.” Casey wrapped her arm securely around Alex’s waist and moved to stand up with Alex still in her arms.

“Case!” Alex laughed as she wrapped her arms around her neck and her legs tightly around Casey’s waist, hiding her head on Casey’s neck.

“What? We’re gonna go shower.” Casey laughed as she stood up, her hands under Alex’s thighs to hold her and walking to the bathroom.

********************

“Do you know if Cabot is out of the trail?” Munch asked as he looked at Olivia.

Olivia shrugged. “Not sure, she said she’d come as soon as she was done, so she could be here any time soon.”

Elliot picked up his phone and yawned, shaking his head. “Stabler.”

“I’m sure they’ll find him guilty, there is no way they’ll let him walk free.” Fin sat on his chair as he looked at Munch. “Cabot wouldn’t let that happen.”

“We sure know she wouldn’t, but it’s not in her hands after all.” Munch shrugged.

“Wait, say that again.” Elliot got up and frowned, his chest heaving as he listened to what the other line was saying. He snapped his fingers at anyone who would look at him. “Call Novak.”

Fin frowned as he looked at Munch and then at Elliot. “What?”

“Call Casey!” Elliot yelled as he brought back his attention to the phone. “Where was this? Are you sure about it?”

Olivia frowned as she looked at both Munch and Fin grabbing their phones, and then she looked at Elliot. “Elliot, what’s going on?”

Elliot covered the phone and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. “There was a shooting in a store. They were holding the people inside as hostages…”

Olivia shook her head. “What does that have to do with Casey?”

“One of the victims…was identified as Casey.” Elliot said almost in a whisper.

Olivia’s heart stopped for a moment as she stared at Elliot. “Oh my god.”

Fin sighed as he shook his head. “How are we gonna tell Alex?”

“Tell me what?” Alex walked to them and frowned as she saw the worried faces. “Who died?”

“Uh…” Olivia  looked back at Elliot who was still on the call trying to get an answer to see if it was Casey or not.

Alex looked at all of them and shook her head. “Everybody forgot how to speak or something? What’s going on?”

“Elliot is in a call right now…there was a shooting.” Olivia said calmly.

Alex nodded. “Okay…aren’t you supposed to go investigate? You want me to do your job too?” She joked as she looked at Olivia.

“Alex…” Elliot whispered.

Alex looked at him. “What?!”

“They identified a victim. The name’s Casey.”

Alex stared at her for a moment, her heart sinking as she tried to process Olivia’s words. “What?”

“We don’t know if it’s her, Alex.” Elliot said as he looked at her.

Alex felt herself starting to panic, trying to take a deep breath. “Is there…where? Where did it happen?”

“They’re still trying to get the shooter out. They just know there are victims who were shot.”

“Anyone tried to call her?!” Alex stared at Munch and Fin.

“No response.” Munch simply said.

“Okay…uh…I’m…I’m going h-home.”

Olivia looked back at them and then at Alex. “I’m coming with you, let’s go.” She grabbed the keys and followed Alex to the elevator.

The whole ride they were both quiet, Alex trying not to panic as she looked out the window. She had tried to call her to her phone and to the house’s phone, but there was no answer. Casey had told her that she’d go out to buy some stuff and to see Mary, but when Alex called Mary, Mary had said that she had already left, and she hadn’t heard from her. She could feel Olivia’s eyes on her, and Alex tried her best to hold back tears. Elliot was right, they didn’t know if it was her. They didn’t know if it was her Casey. It could be anyone else, there were so many people called Casey. They couldn’t have known so easily that it was Casey who had been shot. There was no way to know, not if the cops were still outside trying to get the shooter.

“Alex…” Olivia whispered.

“How is it possible that they can’t fucking say anything? They call and they…they don’t have official information. And she’s not answering the fucking phone.” Alex snapped as her eyes started getting teary.

“Honey, you need to calm down. We don’t know for sure that is Casey.”

“What if it is my Casey?” Alex turned to look at Olivia, tears already rolling down her cheeks.

Olivia looked at her for a moment and then focused her eyes back on the road, sighing. “No. She’s too stubborn to just die and leave you, Alex.” She offered a faint smile.

Alex huffed a chuckle, wiping away her tears. “And she’s too stubborn to let me know if something happened to her because she doesn’t want me to worry.”

“She just loves you, Alex. She’d call if something was wrong.”

Alex nodded softly as she looked out the window again, trying to stop thinking the worse. Once they got to her building, they decided to take the stairs, too desperate to wait for the elevator. Alex got her keys out as fast as she could and almost kicked open the door, walking inside the apartment, she dropped her bag and started yelling Casey’s name.

“Case?! Casey, are you here?” Alex went into the living room, the kitchen and to every room.

Olivia’s phone went off, pulling it our of her pocket and answering. “Benson.”

Alex almost sobbed as she walked out of their room. “She’s not here, Olivia.” She walked to Olivia and stared at her, noticing that Olivia was staring blankly at the floor with the phone still in her ear. “Olivia?”

Olivia hung up and looked at Alex. “Alex…we need to go to the hospital.”

Alex shook her head, covering her mouth. “No…Liv. Please-“

“We need to go, Alex.”

********************

Turns out that to their bad luck, the shooting had happened in the store that Casey had decided to go to. She got shot and she had been unconscious the whole time, bleeding out, so once they got inside the store to get the victims out, Casey had lost way too much blood already, they had barely gotten a pulse, rushing her as fast as they could to the hospital. One of the cops had recognized Casey, but then was told to not confirm anything yet, even if they knew it was Casey. They pulled the bullet out, and Casey was now in intensive care…in a coma. Alex had tried to understand everything that the doctor was telling her, but she was lost, she couldn’t focus on whatever they were saying, she only wanted to see Casey, she wanted to be with Casey; her Casey. She had almost fought the nurses that didn’t want to let her go in to stay with her and Olivia had to talk to Alex to calm her down. But now here she was, sitting beside the bed looking at her girlfriend with a lot of cables on her. This was not happening, not Casey.

“Case…” Alex whispered softly, grabbing Casey’s hand, and bringing it to her lips to kiss it. “I don’t know if you can hear me. The nurse…I’m not sure if she told me to make me feel better or because you really can hear me. She said I could talk to you.” She felt tears rolling down her cheeks as she stared at Casey. “Casey…please, wake up. I need you to come back to me. I cannot lose you.” She sobbed. “We’re all waiting for you. I’m waiting for you. I need you. I…I was so happy when we gave each other a chance, I really thought that I wouldn’t be able to have that chance with you, and then you kissed me.” She chuckled sadly. “Remember? You…you kissed me, and god I was in heaven when you did.” She stroked the back of her hand and stared at it for a moment. “I already knew I was in love with you. I was scared to admit it because I thought it was too soon, but I just knew.” She looked back at Casey. “And I knew that I didn’t want to live this life without you. So please…please…come back to me.” She sobbed. “I need you, Casey.”

The squad tried to switch every now and then with Alex so she could have a break and go eat something or just to get some fresh air. But Alex didn’t want to leave Casey’s side, she wanted to be there in case she woke up, she just wanted to stay there the whole time. 2 more days passed, and they said everything looked good so far, but she just needed to wake up. Elliot had begged Alex to go home and get some sleep and that he’d be there, but Alex had been too stubborn and almost fought him that she would not leave the hospital to go to sleep. Elliot decided to drop it and they all decided to stay outside to let Alex stay inside for another hour. Alex talked to Casey, trying to tell her how the squad was a pain in the ass, but that they were so happy that they could see Casey again. Branch, Elizabeth, and Mary had paid their visits, also trying to convince Alex to go home, but they’d have to fight her to go home, so they didn’t push anymore. Alex laid her head on Casey’s arms as she stared at her; she missed her voice, seeing her smile, her laugh, she missed kissing her and holding her. She just wanted her Casey back.

“Alex.”

Alex opened her eyes, sitting up and looking at the door but there was no one there. She frowned as she tried to stretch, and then her heart stopped when she heard her name again. She turned to find Casey smiling at her.

“Casey…”

Casey smiled. “Hi baby.”

Alex’s eyes got teary, sobbing softly. “Casey. You’re awake.”

“Seems like it.” Casey chuckled softly. “I don’t even get a kiss?”

Alex chuckled softly as she stood up and carefully placed her hands on Casey’s face, kissing her lips softly, smiling against her lips. “You’re awake.” She chuckled softly as she rested her forehead against Casey’s. “I missed you.”

“How long have I been asleep?”

“2 days. Almost 3.”

Casey sighed. “I’m so sorry, baby. I wanted to call you but…”

“You got shot in that moment.” Alex whispered softly.

Casey nodded. “Yes.”

“You remember everything?”

Casey nodded again. “I do.” She sighed. “I’m so sorry if I scared you.”

Alex smiled sadly. “You didn’t just scare me.”

“What you mean?” Casey frowned.

“The whole squad is outside waiting for you. Branch, Liz, and Mary came yesterday.” Alex smiled. “They all waiting for you.”

Casey smiled softly. “They do miss me.”

Alex chuckled softly. “They do.”

“Can we wait a bit longer though? I just want to be with you.”

Alex smiled as she nodded. “Sounds good to me.” She leaned in and kissed her lips softly.

********************

“Hey! Look who’s here!” Elliot smiled as Alex and Casey walked into the squad room.

Casey chuckled softly. “Yes, I’m back on my feet. I’m just glad I didn’t need to wear a cane again.” She grinned softly as she looked at Alex, who had her arm wrapped around Casey’s waist carefully.

“Oh, that’s because I’m your cane? Very funny.” Alex chuckled.

Olivia smiled. “We’re just glad you’re okay, Casey. And to see you back here.”

Casey sighed. “Well, I’m still not back. You got this one for another while if she decides to stay and keep my place.” She grinned.

“Oh, the place you took from me first? How nice of you.” Alex smirked.

“Who would’ve thought, Novak and Cabot together. Can’t say I’m not in for it. I’ll be waiting for the wedding invitation.” Munch grinned as he laughed with Fin.

Alex blushed slightly, turning to look at Casey. “Uh…we’ve just been dating for a little over a year guys. Don’t get too ahead of yourselves.”

“You saying you don’t wanna marry me?” Casey raised her brow.

Alex cleared her throat. “Uh…I didn’t mean that. I-“

“Alex Cabot blushing and nervous. What do you do to her, Novak?” Fin teased, making the squad laugh.

Alex rolled her eyes playfully. “Cut it.”

Elliot laughed. “Hey, we were thinking about going to eat, all of us.” He walked to Casey and smiled. “You’re not getting rid of us again, Case.” He winked at her and then went ahead to grab his coat.

Casey sighed softly as she smiled, looking back at Alex. “Shall we?”

Alex nodded. “Also.” She saw the squad walking out and then turned to look at Casey, smirking. “I do wanna marry you, someday.” She leaned in to kiss her lips softly and smiled.

Casey blushed slightly and started walking with Alex still holding her. Everything had started like shit, but things had definitely gotten better, and she couldn’t wait for her future with Alex.

[yuan4i]

11. i'll think about it

“oh! yn, you made it.” lynette greets you at the door of the auditorium. “come in, would you like to see apart of our show-” “as much as lynette and i would like to show you apart of our magic show, we definitely should keep it as a surprise!” 

“yeah! i totally understand. when do you guys plan on performing?” 

“the last day! are you going to be there to see it?” lyney asked you, with stary eyes and all. “yeah! as long as it’s after navia’s performance then i’ll definitely be there.

after a few minutes of talking, lynette received a phone call. “hello…? freminet? …oh, okay. i’ll be there soon.” 

“lynette? what happened to fremient?” lyney asked, looking nervous. “he asked for me to pick him up. we’ll be with us for the week of hoyofest, remember?” “oh, right!” “anyways, i’ll go pick him up, do you mind walking yn home?” “yeah!! of course!” 

lynette leaves the auditorium with you and lyney just standing there. “sooo… would you like to see a magic trick? not part of the actual performance of course!” lyney suggested. “yes yes! show me!” 

“alright, close your eyes… now open them!” when you opened your eyes, you see a pink and yellow rose. “oh my gosh, lyney! this flower is so pretty!!” “hehe, it’s a rainbow rose. do you like them?” “of course i do!! say, would you like to go somewhere today?”

“let’s play a game! we ask each other questions!” he said, taking a bite out of his hello kitty shaped ice cream. “okay. you first.” you smiled at him. it was evening already, and the moon was slowly coming out. “how long have you known lynette?” 

“two years, ever since the first semester of junoir year. my turn. how many siblings do you have?” 

“oh, plenty haha!” he laughed at your question. plenty? what did that mean? “what do you mean by plent-” “shh! one question per round! it’s my turn now.” lyney put his finger on your lip, shushing you. “when did you meet your current boyfriend?” 

“since first year of high school! okay. now my turn again. what do you mean by plenty of siblings?” 

“i was raised in an orphanage with lynette, so everyone of those orphans are my siblings. of course, lynette and i are biologically related and freminet and i are just especially close. everyone there is no older than 14. the house of hearth is filled with children, making me the oldest one there!” the moon was now large and clear. as he was talking about his family, it seemed as if time had stopped, making him look so pretty under the pale moonlight. “anyways, enough about me. how did you meet scaramouche?”

“oh! he happened to be in my science class, and we were partnered on a project. we eventually became a lot closer in our sophomore years, and now we’re in a relationship hehe. okay back to you, do you know what happened to your parents?” 

“i… i don’t. haha, sorry to disappoint you. say, yn, do you remember anyone in your sophomore year?” 

“hmm… not really. it’s been like 5 years since then haha… sorry if you were expecting something or someone…” after a few more rounds, lyney asked you the last question of the night. 

“yn! will you go to hoyofest with me? as a date! but a friendly one of course!!” his face was beaming red, matching yours which was flustered as well. “oh! um, haha… um i’ll think about it…” you replied, looking away from him. “oh… oh! alright! so, where would you like to go now?” the book store. but before you could even reply you got texts from your boyfriend, scaramouche. 

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lyney x reader SYNOPSIS you’re at a bar, drinking your heart out after another having a feud with your boyfriend of 2 years. you later stop at your friend’s house to stay the night but… the one who opens the door isn’t her but instead, her brother…?

notes : hello :3 IM SO SO SORRY FOR SUCH A LATE UPDATE :C this was badly written at like very very late at night/early in the morning... lmk if there are any mistakes!! happy reading hehe :)

[blkgojo]

Whining and Grinding on the JJK Men | Pt. 1

ft. nanami, gojo

warnings. none

synopsis: mini scenarios in which you grind on Nanami and Gojo

The men of JJK are grown. They’ve more than likely gone to parties and maybe, even hooked up with a few women. But, we’re talking about men who’ve barely stepped outside of Japan. They’ve never gotten wined on. 

Let’s set the scene. You’ve landed in Tokyo on a month-long solo trip. Your plan is to do three things and three things only: relax, relax, and of course, relax. Maybe, you end up at the club during your first week or maybe, you’re more the kind of person who ends up at the club only after they feel more comfortable and have made a few friends. Either way, you’re there and so is he. 

NANAMI

If it were up to Nanami, he would’ve celebrated Shouko’s birthday in a more intimate setting. He would’ve picked somewhere with quiet music and comfortable chairs for them to sit back and smoke their cigars. He imagines the night would’ve gone somewhere in the vein of them reminiscing about their old days and updating each other on their lives – they never did get to do that as much as he would like – but Shoko’s birthday festivities weren’t up to him. Frankly, it wasn’t up to Shoko either.

Who else would have them end up at a nightclub other than Gojo Satoru? 

“You’ve been my teammate for so long, Shouko! What kind of guy would I be if I didn’t do something nice?”

“A better one,” Shouko deadpans.

Utahime laughs loudly to piss off Gojo, but none of them protest much more because they all end up inside anyway. Nanami sighs as he drinks his negroni. He wishes he had said something.

That is, of course, until he sees you. Since he was a kid, he’s developed a habit of picking out foreigners from a crowd. If it wasn’t their hair then it was the way they moved through the world, taking up more space than a Japanese person would dare to. Sometimes, they laughed loudly. Other times, it was more subtle. The shiftiness of their eyes when they were lost. Their dress. Their makeup. During quiet moments, he liked to play a guessing game with the people in a crowd. Who was a bit like him? A bit other? A bit different? 

There was no question with you. Normally, he’d move on, but his eyes are drawn to you like a moth to flame. 

“You should talk to her.” Gojo says from beside him. They’re sitting down in a VIP area because of course, Gojo has access to a VIP area.

“No.” 

“What if I-”

“No.”

He thinks Gojo pouts. He doesn’t know. He isn’t looking at him. 

“So what? You’re just gonna stare at her like a creep?”

He ignores Gojo. It usually works, but there’s something about tonight that’s got Gojo particularly mischievous. Gojo is the one to approach. He’s the one to drag you back to your VIP section and have you sit next to a flustered Nanami. He sits smugly to Nanami’s left and you can’t tell if the blonde man wants to punch his friend or get up and leave. Eventually he relaxes and you convince him to dance with you.

Nanami just seems like the kind of guy who doesn’t let loose much. Like the kind whose buttons you push just to see him unravel. You guide him to the dancefloor, unknowingly past a smirking Shouko and wide-eyed Utahime. 

“Do you dance?” You ask him, leaning into his ear.

His breath ghosts your neck as he speaks. “Not typically.”

“I’ll teach you.”

Let’s imagine that the song playing is your favorite whining song. You gently grab his hands and turn your back to him, guiding his hands to your hips. Slowly, you begin to move and he just stands there awkwardly.

You laugh, leaning back slightly to speak in his ear. “You’re supposed to move with me.”

To your surprise, he laughs, too. His voice is husky. You think you smell alcohol faintly on his breath. “But, you move so well.”

“And I need someone who can keep up.” You say this with a grin to soften the blow. His grip tightens just a fraction as if goading you to move and you do. 

He moves with you. Not as well, but he moves all the same. He dances with focus because honestly, he's turned on and he's trying to keep his head in the game.

Thankfully, he's nothing if not a quick learner.

GOJO

Let’s flip the script. Same scenario. Gojo has decided to drag everyone to his favorite nightclub for Shouko’s birthday. Why? Because he’s Gojo, the honored one, so disconnected from reality that he thinks the best thing for Shouko is something other than another night spent lounging in a bar. They could do that any other day. In a world of high mortality rates, birthdays are rare and he’ll be damned if they celebrate his only surviving teammate living another year by doing something benign and boring. 

“You’ve been my teammate for so long, Shouko! What kind of guy would I be if I didn’t do something nice?”

“A better one,” Shouko deadpans. 

Utahime laughs loudly to goad him, but he knows Shouko. She’s rolling her eyes, but she’s smiling just slightly. She’s even got her nicest button up on. Maybe, she doesn’t want this as much as him but part of her is ready to have fun.

And he’s right because him and her are the only two dancing. Nanami and Utahime try, but they decide to instead go back to the VIP section and lounge. It would seem like he dances often, but honestly he doesn’t have the time. Gojo is the honored one. The heir to the Gojo clan. He’s constantly being pulled in a million different directions, being asked to put this fire out or save this city from annihilation. 

Dancing for him is a rare lovely thing. He doesn’t have his infinity on and the club lights, flashing and dark, are dim enough that his six eyes almost feel relieved.

You bump into him accidentally. Accidentally on your part. He could’ve easily dodged, but he didn’t particularly care enough to.

“Sorry!” You say, glancing up at him. You see a flash of bright blue eyes before they disappear behind black shades. Gojo holds his hand to his ear like he can’t hear you (he can).

You lean up into his ear. “Sorry.” 

“No problem,” he responds. “You can bump into me again if you want.”

You pull back and he’s grinning. You laugh.

Gojo’s easy to flirt with. Even if you turn away, satisfied with a snippet of conversation, he’s still around. He’s set his eyes on you and while he’s fine with you saying ‘no’, who would he be not to give you the opportunity to say ‘yes’ first. 

You can dance. Sure. There’s no question about that. But, it’s when your favorite song comes on that you fully let loose. You’re moving your hips, hands up in the air, and he’s watching you. Gojo’s the type of guy to come up behind you. He taps your shoulder first and holds his hands up, gesturing towards himself as he does a little two-step. It’s goofy, but it works.

Gojo doesn’t need much guidance. His hands are on your hip without question. He even makes a few comments here and there; a whisper or two in your ear about how good you are at dancing.

Don't stroke his ego or return his compliments. It'll go to his head and he won't let it go.

[ghosts-bandwagon]

Hello!!! I’m so glad requests are open. I’ve been dying to request lol (bc you’re so good!) My request is how would the 141 + Alejandro and Rudy react if their spouse/husband/wife got cold on a date and wanted to be warmed up by their husband? I just think it’s adorable 🥺 imagining these hunky military men try and keep you warm omgggg

Ughhhhh I’m swooning 😭❤️

Sorry for disappearing! I’m dealing with a lot currently so updates will be spaced out a bit, I haven’t left I promise!

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

He sees you trying to put on a brave face and he can’t help the affectionate sigh, you’ve got your hands rubbing up and down your arms and your shoulders are hunched forward, you’re not subtle, love

He stops walking long enough to shrug off his jacket and wrap it around your shoulders

“Sweetheart, I’m fine.”

“Course you are, love, just a precaution.” he chuckled, he tucks you under his arm and he’s got you close to his chest

He’s feeling the chill as well, but not as much with you tucked against him, he loves the way you fit in his arms and you don’t miss him resting his head on top of yours, nor do you miss the feeling of his cheeks moving in a small smile

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

As soon as you guys step out of the restaurant and he sees you shiver because of the cold breeze, he shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders

He stops in front of you to zip it up and rub your arms a little bit

“What about you?” You asked sweetly

“Don’t need it, I’ve got you to keep me warm.” He winks at you, you laugh and give him a light shove

“Besides, the car’s not that far anyway.”

“Aaaand there it is.”

John Price:

He brought one of your jackets with him just in case

He knew it was going to be colder by the time you finished your date, and despite your insistence that you’d be fine, he brought it anyway (he was just slick about it)

He kept it folded neatly in his own jacket and when you walked back outside and the cold night air made you shudder he chuckled

“You can thank me later.” He teased, he unzipped his jacket and unfurled yours that was tucked under his arm, he helped you put it on and he zipped it up for you

You sighed happily as you held his hand and leaned against him as you walked

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

He does that thing where he tucks you tight against his chest, wraps his jacket around you, and zips it up

It was cute and really fun up until you two almost tripped

So he gave up and shrugged his jacket off and wrapped it around your shoulders with a pout

You rolled up the sleeves of his massive jacket just enough so your hands poked out and you took one of his and held it in one of the big pockets

“If we walk faster, we can get to the car and get the heater going sooner.” He shivered,

“Sounds like a plan.” You chuckled, feeling the cold creeping up your legs, “I’ll follow your lead.”

Alejandro Vargas:

He doesn’t let you leave the restaurant without putting his jacket on your shoulders first

You don’t even feel the chill because his jacket is so warm

You’re so lost in the scent of the leather jacket mixed with his cologne, it’s so warm because he’s a walking furnace

He chuckles when he sees you take a deep inhale of the collar, he tucks you under his arm and you two start making your way back home

Rodolfo Parra:

He’s such a gentleman, his jacket is already around your shoulders before you walk into the restaurant

He takes it back while you’re both eating, laughing and having a wonderful time and he’s wearing his jacket again

And when you’re heading back out, he stops you before you head back out the door and he wraps his jacket around you again, guiding your arms through the holes

He kisses the top of your head and then your lips before walking you both back outside, a warm hand on the small of your back before wrapping around your shoulders

[videogamelover99]

Update for the Human Bill AU

HIYA FOLLOWERS!

It’s me, uh, Vee! Wait, like the LETTER? Seriously?! Talk about originality. 

ANYWAY! Word around the block is that BEST SELLING AUTHOR BILL CIPHER (pretty cool guy btw makes great deals) released a book into the PUBLIC COLLECTIVE that was SO GOOD it melted all of your brains into the primordial forms they were in when you were 10 years younger! Which is great news, cause it means more of you are down to contribute to the cause. What cause? Summoning Bill Cipher back into the mortal realm of course! I KNOW after his last SHOWSTOPPING lore drop you’re just dying to meet this guy, I get it! And you can! All you gotta do is pledge your allegiance to me, B- I mean, Vee! Who is not in any way, shape, or form possessed by a demon right now! They’re fine! I’m fine! Everything’s fi-

Ahem. Sorry. Bill took over my brain for the 30th time this week. It’s Vee. Hi.

Seriously though, actual Bill Cipher might not be hijacking my brain right now, but his character might as well be. I’m back to 2016, spinning him around like a rotisserie chicken. He is my little guy. He did nothing wrong, I promise. 

Honestly, I didn’t know if A Different Form a Different Time was ever gonna come back. It started as a collaboration with @doodledrawsthings on Tumblr, and after they moved on to do other stuff I did the same. And yet, this au changed the trajectory of my life. After all the support and enthusiasm from you guys, I realized how much writing and storytelling meant to me. I’m now a Narrative Game Designer, writing scripts and stories on a professional level, which I would not have gotten do to had I not had the experience of writing for this AU. 

For years, I kept getting DMs telling me someone was leaving kudos and comments on fics I wrote when I was a teenager, and that always just…blew me away. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for showing me how much my writing meant to you because I would not have gotten this far without that message being reiterated over and over again. 

And then the Book of Bill happened, and suddenly this dead au Mak and I crafted got 20k+ words of new material. Oops. Haha. 

So are you finally continuing this fic?

Yes and no. I’m rebooting it. After improving as a writer I’m hoping to bring something new to the table while following what’s already established in the series. Waking Days is gonna be rewritten, with new plotlines, new adventures, better, more coherent plot. I’ll still keep the old fic up so people can read it if they want, but I’ll re-order it to be at the end of the series for a more clear continuation. 

Will you finally give us a finished product?

The genuine answer is I don’t know! I don’t have a good track record for finishing fics, which is not exactly a vice, since I’m not getting paid for any of it. It’s just for fun. All I can promise is that I’ll give you new adventures in this universe, and maybe, together, we’ll get to the end. I was always of the opinion that people don’t owe writers and artists kudos or likes or comments, because once you put something out there, it’s not up to you how it’s consumed. I’m writing this for fun, and to improve my skills. But I will say that kudos and comments help a TON with people’s motivation. Seeing someone be enthusiastic about your work just does it sometimes, ok? And if you want this fic to be continued, if you like what’s happening, then let your voice be heard. 

Is Mak (aka doodledrawsthings) involved again?

Nope! They gave me their blessing to continue this AU, and it’s gonna branch out a lot from the original vision. I’d be down to work with them again, but as far as I know, they have their own stuff going on (they’re a professional storyboard artist now and have been for a while!) Please don’t harass them about this. If they want to work on GF stuff again, they will choose to do that on their own. 

Upload Schedule

If anyone noticed, I did a little poll recently (if you missed it, follow me guys!) and most people preferred shorter updates once a week. That’s what we’re gonna try. So, keep an eye out for a new fic in this series next Friday. I’ll add another chapter to this one even so people can keep track. I’ll be posting on my AO3 as well as on Tumblr, and tagging it as “A Different Form a Different Time”. 

Sneak Peek?? Please?

Sure. Here’s some stuff I wrote:

Deep in the redwood forests of central Oregon lay a small little town called Gravity Falls. With a population of a few thousand, low on tourism, and high on mosquito bites, the town was hard to find on any of the maps, and some might have claimed that the town hadn’t even existed. 

Fewer still knew of the oddities that made the town their home, passerbys had nothing to say outside of an “eerie feeling” and a glimpse of tiny men in pointed caps in the corner of their vision. 

But the town was real, and the oddities were more real still. 

In the outskirts of that town, down a dilapidated forest path, in a clearing sat The Mystery Shack, an old scientist’s lab turned tourist attraction. It was in this house, on a stiff, plushy couch, framed by the light of a seemingly empty water tank, that Bill Cipher, the monster with one eye, harbinger of chaos and trillion-year-old mind demon awoke, in a body that was not his and whose irritating human instincts he deeply resented. 

“Gah!”

“Screee!”

"Ow!"

Instincts like rapid breathing, sweatiness, and overall shakiness usually meant one of these dozen organs wasn’t working properly. Unfortunately, after waking up for the dozenth time in this manner, Bill had to admit that the organs weren’t the problem. 

Not that he could remember what the problem was. Whatever dream or nightmare had caused this current inconvenient bout of terror, whatever remnants of it were blank, fuzzy static on a rotting television screen. 

It was more annoying than anything. 

Bill started his nightly routine of picking himself off the floor. The blanket he had was tangled around his legs, which were somehow still on the sofa. After a moment or two of clumsily getting the appendages to move, Bill managed to heave himself upright.

Bill rubbed his eyes, he had two now. So weird. 

"Oik!"

Mabel's pig sat on the rug next to his head, staring blankly.

"What're you looking at, huh?"

"Oik!"

"None of your business."

"Oik oik!"

"No, what do I look like, a snack machine?"

"O-oik!"

"Ha! So's your mother!"

Waddles chose that moment to get up and trot away, done with the conversation. Well, good, Bill was done with him, too.

He stole a glance at the water tank. Still empty. Figures old Frilly wouldn't be there when Bill had a bone to pick with him. Maybe he should put some mercury in the water. As a surprise.

What was the point of stuffing him in this body, anyway? Did the ol’ salamander really think it would do anything? Was it to scare him? To torture him? To tell him how awful and evil he was and all those other meaningless statements that Bill had found hilarious in his time? 

Crimes against the second dimension? It was a crime that the place had existed the way it did. A rotten, broken building called for a demolition. He’d just had the detonator. 

Why would you do this?

Ugh, not again.

I-I wish I was dead! I wish I wouldn’t have to see what a monster you’ve-

Bill pulled himself up onto the couch and raised the blanket over his head. As if that could block out the incessant voice that only showed up at the worst of times. 

He would not sleep again.

[ladamedusoif]

Hot Chocolate (Marcus Pike x gn!reader)

A Merry Fic-Mas - December 3

Part of A Merry Fic-Mas: A Holiday Fic Calendar - click for masterlist. FYI: I'm having so much trouble with taglists at the moment that I'm not going to use them for now - if you want to keep updated, turn on notifications for my posts.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x gn!reader

Rating: Mature

Word count: 1280 words

Warnings: Implied smut, some heavy making out, Marcus being an adorable foodie romantic art nerd, fluff city. No use of Y/N and no physical descriptions of Reader whatsoever. 

Summary: Snowed in and forced to stay over at your colleague’s Georgetown apartment, Marcus whips up a sweet treat to keep you warm.

“I don’t have much by way of dessert,” Marcus muses from the kitchen, where he’s peering into his fridge. 

You finish gathering the last of the takeout boxes from his dining table and begin cleaning them out at the sink. “You’ve given me a room for the night, Marcus, I don’t need dessert. Hey, where’s your recycling bin?” 

He gestures to a cupboard near the sink and leans back on the counter, thinking. “Actually, would you like some hot chocolate? I think I’ve got everything I need.”

Everything he needs?, you think, wondering what more you could possibly need for hot chocolate beyond some powdered mix and milk. Marshmallows, if you were feeling fancy.

“Sure, sounds good to me.” 

He grins in delight and starts rummaging in a cupboard, emerging with bars of dark chocolate and a jar of ground cinnamon, before delving into the fridge and retrieving milk and heavy cream. A heavy-bottomed saucepan is produced and positioned on the hob as Marcus mutters something about finding his grater.

This isn’t going to be cheap-ass powdered mix, is it.

Alright, full disclosure: if someone hooked you up to a polygraph machine and asked you if you had a teeny tiny harmless little workplace crush on Marcus Pike, you’d have to answer in the affirmative.

And who wouldn’t? He was kind and funny, and smart as hell, quietly undertaking a PhD in art history and cultural policy at Georgetown while continuing to work full-time. He was one of the few people in the team who actually kept up with the art world, regularly seeking you out after a new show opened at the National Gallery to exchange your thoughts on it over coffee in the canteen. 

The fact that he was also really cute didn’t hurt, either. 

When snow and ice blocked the routes out of DC back to your place in Alexandria, leaving you stranded, Marcus immediately suggested that you stay over at his place. See? Kind. 

“I’ll be fine, Marcus, really,” you’d protested, searching for hotel rooms in the city and recoiling when you saw the prices - and the lack of options. “Anyway, isn’t your place a one-bed?”

Marcus shrugged. “I’ve got a big couch, spare blankets and pillows, and I won’t stand by and see you hunkering down here for the night. C’mon. We’ll get takeout - I know a great little Korean place.”

He carefully grates the dark chocolate into a bowl while you whisk most of the cream. 

“Y’know, I really thought you were going to pull out a couple of sachets of Swiss Miss? I should have known better.”

Marcus chuckles to himself and checks the saucepan of milk. “Usually I’m a Swiss Miss kinda guy, I have to admit. But when you have guests, you do the Viennese hot chocolate. I like to make a fuss.”

You hold out the bowl of cream for him to inspect and he nods, eyes crinkling as he smiles at you. You put it down and fold your arms as you watch him work.

“Is it really Viennese, or is that just a name they use to make it sound all fancy?”

He laughs and looks at you in mock horror. “Of course it’s really Viennese! I even had it for the first time in Vienna.” Marcus takes the saucepan off the heat and adds the chocolate along with some sugar, a little cinnamon, and a dash of heavy cream. He begins to whisk the mixture carefully.

“It was one summer when I was a student - I had almost no money, but I did have one of those European Interrail tickets and I tried to see as much great art as I could. Took an overnight train to Vienna to see the Klimts at the Belvedere.” He pauses his whisking to assess the texture, then resumes.

“Like I said, I was down to my last few dollars - or Euros, or whatever the currency was at the time - but the one thing I was gonna do besides see the Klimts was go to a real Viennese café.”

The hot chocolate is frothy now, thick and glossy. Marcus nods in the direction of a cupboard and you open it, finding some mugs.

“So I’m guessing you got to a café.”

He turns off the stove and smiles at the memory. “Sure did. Café Central. It was like something out of a Stefan Zweig novel.” He takes a ladle out of a drawer and proceeds to fill the mugs with the steaming chocolate. “And I had a mug of something a bit like this - but much, much better - and a slice of apple strudel, and it was heaven.”

Marcus finishes off the chocolate by placing a large dollop of whipped cream in each mug, and hands one to you.

“This is…incredible. I don’t think I can ever go back to Swiss Miss.”

Marcus chuckles and sips his chocolate, sitting beside you on the couch. “I’m glad you like it. Perfect drink for a snowed-in night.”

You take another deep draught of the delicious, smooth drink and hum happily to yourself. “And I’m checking out flights to Vienna first chance I get.”

He looks at you intently. “Uh, you’ve… uh…”

You can see a giggle rising in his chest. He can’t suppress it, and he laughs out loud. 

“Why is the thought of me going to Vienna so funny to you?”

Marcus’s expression shifts to one of concern and he quickly shakes his head. “No, that sounds wonderful - you’ll love it - it’s just…” He reaches over and gently rubs the tip of your nose with his thumb, removing a large blob of whipped cream. “You had a little, uh, something.”

“Oh. Oh. I’m sorry.” You look down into your mug, a little embarrassed, but try to lighten the mood. “Feels like we’re in a scene from a cheesy holiday movie, y’know?”

He quirks his head. “How so?”

“Oh, you know. The whole ‘one character has whipped cream or something on their face and the other has to swipe it away and then…’”

You stop short, realising what you were about to say - and becoming very aware of just how close you are to him now.

Marcus’s voice is warm and low. “And then?”

Is he moving closer?

“And then… um. And then they usually, uh…”

He finishes your sentence by leaning in and kissing you, softly, gently at first. Your breath hitches as you feel the softness of his lips on yours. 

He breaks away for a second, staying close. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah, it’s…it’s great.” 

He takes your mug and puts it on the coffee table before cradling your face in his big hands and leaning in to kiss you again: a little harder, now, his tongue seeking entry to your mouth as your hands reach for his body and you lean back on the couch. 

You moan and whine with pleasure as you feel Marcus’s hands caressing your body, taste the bittersweetness of the chocolate on his lips and tongue. As he moves his mouth to your neck, sucking and nibbling and licking his way along the sensitive skin, you begin to unbutton his shirt and reach for his belt buckle.

“Marcus?”

He looks up for an instant, hair tousled and eyes as deep and dark and shiny as perfect hot chocolate.

“You’re not sleeping on the couch tonight. You’re keeping me warm in bed.”

Divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[artdivadej]

Survivor's Remorse (II)

Part Two

18+ | NSFW | PTSD

Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

How could I?

Peeta didn’t look scared but that didn’t make this ok. He’s a guy, of course his body would react on instinct. I had no right. I immediately bolt from the bed before he can grab me with those powerful hands of his. Always trying to hold me together and I’d violated him.

“I’m so sorry”, I gasped fighting my tears of disgust.

“Sweetness, you did nothing wrong”, he called in that honey sweet baritone.

I must have looked as feral as I did when I was coming off of the trackerjacker venom during my post-torture rescue. He only ever used that tone with me when I was about to lose my shit.

“I just assaulted you Peeta!”

“No. You were sleeping you-”

“Exactly! Just like what Marvel did to me! You were unconscious!”

“It’s not the same”, he tried softly. “You know how I feel about you. Marvel had no right to touch you!”

I forgot how wild the mention of Marvel made Peeta. I’d never watched our games, no intentions on seeing myself suffer in HD when it never left my nightmares. Marvel was the only tribute that Peeta had killed but I’d been unconscious when it happened. I’d woken up 3 days later latched onto Peeta like a tick, refusing to let go. No panties or shirt under my jacket and jeans but very sore. Marvel was nowhere in sight but, there was blood on the left wall of the cave. Peeta told me he’d gotten to me in time but with the soreness I had? It was clearly to keep what little sanity I’d had left intact. I allowed them to think I’d believed the lie.

It took what little good I had left in me. Forever taking what little hope I had to be with Peeta away.

“I was unconscious. So were you. Unconscious people can’t say no”, I snarled taking another step backwards.

“It’s not the same. I invited you into my bed. I lov-”

“Stop it!” I screeched bolting from the room.

I can hear Peeta scrambling to get together to come behind me but I’ve always been faster. And I cared little for pants anyway. I darted out the window and took off to the forest. It’d grown much lusher since the districts can come and go between each other. It was warm out even with night still reigning. I needed to hurt something so I didn’t hurt myself. Going to my hollowed-out trunk I bypassed the bow today, needing more personal methods of killing tonight.

I stayed out until the sky began to turn Peeta’s favorite colors. Taking that as my sign to head back with my haul. I left half of my kill in the ice cooler in the now updated shed out here that the hunters have asked my permission to utilize. They can carry the heavy buck back to town themselves. I’d skinned it. They can do the rest.

After taking a bath in the pond I finally trekked back to the Victors Village, peeking around the homes to make sure Peeta wasn’t in sight. When the coast was clear I slid into the side window of Haymitch’s living room and started a fire, depositing my kill in the sink. He was fast asleep in one of the armchairs in front of the fire with a cup beside him. I fumbled through the middle cabinet in the back compartment for my secret stash. Found em! I grabbed three of the bottles of the clear liquid and plopped down on the loveseat in front of the fire.

“Want some pants there sweetheart?”, he chuckles with a stretch that makes his bones pop loudly.

“No. But I’ll take a blanket”

He removed the black fuzzy blanket from the chair that Peeta usually sits in and draped it over my legs since I was sitting Indian-style on the couch staring into the flames. The smell of his cinnamon wafted into my nostrils hitting me with another wave of guilt.

“You know he was here looking for you last night, right?”

“I’m sure”, I grimace swallowing 1/3 of the first bottle in one swig.

I understood why Haymitch used to drown himself daily to numb the memories. I quite liked the burn of alcohol myself and the dreamy state that I felt when it hit.

“A bit early for you, isn’t it?”

“You’re one to talk”, I snort

“Exactly. I said early for you”

He took the second bottle from my lap and poured half into his teacup. I shoot him a halfhearted smirk. Haymitch was my mentor but he became more of a father to me than I’d ever known. I liked that he was flawed. It made me feel like I wasn’t alone in this. He didn’t judge me. Haymitch just was blunt. Not everyone liked that. I did. We’d grown close in our last 5 years together knowing he wasn’t one to lie to me....normally. We sat in comfortable silence for a little while before it came tumbling out.

“I molested Peeta”, I breath shakily as I take another gulp.

Haymitch choked on his hot toddy and slammed the cup down. He was on the couch beside me forcing me to look at him faster than I could register with his powerful grip. Sometimes I forget just how agile he can be.

“That is not what you did! Don’t fucking say that again!”

“It’s what it feels like! I was never supposed to taint him!”

“Grow up! You’re both adults now. You know good and God damn well if Peeta invited you to sleep in that bed with him, he’s more than willing to take whatever you give him. He wouldn’t have allowed you to sleep beside him anymore once you turned 18 if you both hadn’t known what could come from your little arrangement!”

“Not like that Pops”, I cried wiping my eyes in frustration. “I almost did to him what Marvel did to me. It’s why I can’t with Peeta. He deserves so much better”

“Is that what you really think happened?”

I’d never seen Haymitch’s crystal blue eyes so downhearted. To finally understand that I never once believed any of them when they told me that lie to keep me sane.

That I know they’d all lied to me.

“If you refuse to watch the game, I think you owe it to Peeta to ask him about what happened that night”

“I did”

He knew this entire topic left me feeling as raw as if the gamemakers rubbed me through a grater.

“No, you didn’t. In the games all you did was ask what happened to Marvel. You never talked about it when he told you he got to you in time. You just assumed he meant saving your life”

“Drop it”

“No. Talk to him about it. It didn’t happen”

“Your pussy didn’t hurt for a week!”, I shout into his stupefied face pushing him away from me and stomping to the kitchen to grab another bottle now that mine were empty.

Haymitch is on me in seconds.

“Look, we can drink ourselves blue, but go sit. Get warm. I’ve got this. We’re going to talk about this. Now”

I resign myself to listen, my body already wracked with physical exhaustion. I didn’t want to deal with the emotional draining this topic required. I curl back up under the soft covers, staring into the flames, wishing they’d swallow me whole. The one person I swore to protect, I’d violated. Yet he’d come here looking for me worried about my mental health. Haymitch has made me a hot toddy and it warms my whole body with each sip.

“You were right you know”

“I always am” he huffed indignantly

“I could live a thousand lifetimes and never deserve him”

“I was being bitter when I said that”

“Still true”

“Never was. You underestimate him as a man and that’s your problem. I know you’re healing; you’re growing. We all are. But you need to accept that he is a man now. Peeta is fully aware of the consequences to all of the choices you two make. Respect him by accepting that”

“I know full well what an amazing person Peeta is”

“Clearly. I said as a man. If you’re dry humping him in your dreams, might as well accept that you love him too. No point in fighting it sweetheart. Truth be told, I thought this happened years ago”

“Haymitch!”

Either the liquor was kicking in or he just was feeling unusually open today. We never really discussed my private life with Peeta sleeping at my place or me at his. I did feel quite loose but I didn’t feel safe. I eyed the chair warily but decided I would need his scent to sleep comfortably. I dragged the comforter up with me and curled into the plush armchair Peeta always sat in, burying my nose in the arm cushion. It smelled just like him. Bread, butter, whiskey and honeysuckle.

“You love him and it’s time to accept it. Even if you were just friends, you don’t think you owe him a conversation about what happened? No matter how in denial you are about what happened in your games”

“I’m scared”, I admit with a tremble as my body sags further into the chair.

I’d only slept for 2 hours at Peeta’s and I was exhausted, the liquor snatching the rest of my energy that his comforting scent hadn’t. I’d been comfortable pretending to believe the lie without ever having to discuss it.

“You’ll get over it” Haymitch snorts tucking the blanket in tighter around me

I feel a kiss to my forehead before I’m out.

***

Haymitch slipped some morphling in your drink. It was easy to get you to listen when he slipped you some after coming down from a manic episode as your sanity lapsed sometimes. It still happened to him sometimes too. It bothered him that you’d felt this way for 5 years but, hopefully you and Peeta would work that out.

Speaking of which.

Haymitch made his way 5 houses down, not bothering to knock as he strolled into Peeta’s kitchen. He’d been up all night worried about you. It was clear because there was fresh baked bread, rolls and bagels all over the counters. Haymitch pocketed 2 rolls clearly made from District 4’s tropical ingredients. Finnick must have sent some over. He grabbed a loaf of raisin bread that had to have come out recently because it was steaming. Peeta looked up from the sink hearing Haymitch crunch on a bear-claw behind him noisily. He quickly dropped the pan he’d been holding and darted over, his wide brown eyes full of worry.

“Is she ok?”

“You are free to come and pick up your delightful cinnamon roll at your leisure. She’s passed out in your chair. Again”

“Did...did you slip her morphling?”

“Didn’t have much choice after the nonsense she was talking”

“What do you mean?”

Peeta removed his apron and slipped on a hoodie, following Haymitch down the front stairs. Haymitch stopped and let out a sigh that seemed like it weighed his entire spirit down.

“She thinks she molested you. And that Marvel raped her”

Now it was Peeta’s turn to recoil.

“What?”

“Exactly”

It would take at least 6 hours for the morphling to wear off but Peeta was nothing if he wasn’t patient. He waited 11 years just to be noticed by you. He could wait a few more hours to clear this up and truly make you his. He made his way into Haymitch’s living room to see you passed out on his lounge. Nuzzling your nose deep into the cushions to feel as if you were surrounded by his natural smell. This brought Peeta some comfort. You still only wore one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxershorts, but it was clear you’d been out hunting. There were still some leaves in your long, dark curls. There were still some leaves in your long, dark curls. He plucked them out and ran his fingers through them tenderly.

“Sorry about this”

“Don’t be. Just...work this out. Today”

“I will”

Peeta scooped you into his arms with ease, blanket and all, carrying you to his home and lying you down back in the bed. He had at least an hour before you began to fight at the morphling, realizing you were alone.

He had to find that tape.

Then he'd have to wake up an old ally. Hopefully he'd have time for him right now.

It took about 20 minutes of fumbling through the large box from when Effie had sent the previous victor tapes over for the Quarter Quell but he finally found it. It took another 20 minutes to split the particularly unpleasant angles out, Peeta grit his teeth angrily trying to keep his head together as his rage threatened to consume him. Beetee helped him through it, talking deeply and gently through their breathing and processing techniques. Once he had the tape together he took it into the bedroom and lay it on the nightstand. Watching you sleep for a little bit, wanting to climb in beside you so bad.

A few hours of indulgence couldn't hurt.

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The Same Page Part 9

Sherlock and Mycroft & little sister!reader

A/N: you guys have been the epitome of patient, and I’m so sorry it took so long to update it. I got so caught up in my requests (which were all supernatural, which I also love btw) that I didn’t even realize that it’s been months. Updates are not gonna take this long in the future, I do love this series too. Thank you guys for being so patient

Warnings: angst, Sherlock’s kinda mean in this one

“I’m asking you not to declare war.”

Mycroft’s words struck a nerve in Sherlock. He wasn’t the one who threatened a custody battle, and he wasn’t the one always trying to take you away.

“It’s not about declaring war,” Sherlock argued. “It’s about you going against our agreement. You agreed that she should stay here for a few days, and it’s only been one night.”

“Yes, and she’s already had a panic attack,” Mycroft shot back as he led the argument into the kitchen so that they wouldn’t wake you up. “My agreement was made when I thought that you would actually stay here with her, not run off on a case. And I assume that that case is yet to be solved?”

“I’m getting close,” Sherlock said, feeling defensive.

“Which means that you’ll leave again. She can’t be alone Sherlock, she just can’t. You may disagree with me on that, but as her legal guardian I’m putting my foot down; if she’s in this house, she won’t be alone. Ever.”

“How is she ever going to go back to normal if you keep treating her like she can’t do anything on her own?” Sherlock challenged. “That’s the problem with you, Sherlock! All you can think about is getting her back to normal. Why don’t you stop and try to think about what she needs, instead of just what you want.”

“You think she doesn’t want to go back to normal?” Sherlock scoffed. “You think she wants to be like this?”

“Like what?” Mycroft challenged. “No, don’t turn away,” he continued when Sherlock started to turn, shaking his head. “Like what, Sherlock? Are you going to stand here and tell me that because she’s hurting and she needs help, there’s something wrong with her?” When Sherlock didn’t speak, Mycroft persisted. “Like. What. Sherlock?”

“Like an invalid!” Sherlock snapped. “Like she can’t spend a couple of hours alone, like she can’t eat unless you’re hovering over her, like she can’t do anything by hersel—“ Sherlock’s voice cracked as he stopped, and the blood draining from his face instantly alerted Mycroft. He turned around to see where Sherlock was staring…

“Myc?” Your voice came out in a whimper as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “Myc, I want—I wanna go home now.” You kept your head down, not looking at Sherlock even as he started to protest.

“N/N, I didn’t mean it like—“

“Of course,” Mycroft cut him off. “Of course I’ll take you home now.”

“Mycroft.” Sherlock glared at his brother. “Let me talk to her.”

“Myc, I want to go home,” you repeated, your voice a little more desperate now. The meaning was clear, even if you didn’t say it—you didn’t want to talk to Sherlock.

Mycroft turned on his heel and led you towards the door without responding to Sherlock.

“We haven’t finished discussing this!” Sherlock argued.

The only answer he got was a slamming door.

…

“I can do it,” you insisted, ignoring Mycroft’s outstretched hand as you reached the stairs leading down 221B.

“Please let me help you.” Mycroft was already reaching for your hand as he spoke, but you snatched your hand away.

“I can do it!” You repeated.

Mycroft pulled his hand back, but remained close as you made your way down the stairs.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled after a moment.

“It’s alright,” Mycroft assured you, and the two of you remained silent after that.

Mycroft was too preoccupied thinking about Sherlock to speak anyway. As much as his little brother had been out of line, he hadn’t been completely wrong. Surely you wanted to go back to the way things had been, at least a little. What was Mycroft going to do if you stopped needing him around? Of course he wanted you to go back to school, to start sleeping regularly again, to eat right, all of that…

But what if you went back to Sherlock? Mycroft realized suddenly that he didn’t want that, even if you completely recovered mentally. He liked you living with him, and he was pretty sure you liked it, too.

But it wouldn’t be fair to you if that wasn’t what you wanted. But Mycroft could no longer tell what you wanted. He was trying to give you what you needed, and it was clear that you weren’t ready for the level of independence that Sherlock was pushing for, but…but what if one day you were? Would you stay with Mycroft, or go to Sherlock?

Mycroft was starting to realize that he needed you to need him too much, and he wasn’t sure what he would do once you didn’t need him. Would no longer needing him mean that you no longer wanted him?

“Is everything ok?” John’s voice interrupted Mycroft’s thoughts as the two Holmes’ passed him in the stairwell.

“Not really,” Mycroft sighed. “We’re going home.”

“What? I’m sure you and Sherlock can—“

“Not now, Dr. Watson,” Mycroft insisted. “We’re going home.”

…

You were quiet the whole way home, and when Mycroft asked if you wanted to sleep you just nodded silently.

As Mycroft got you settled in your bed, he talked quietly to you.

“I don’t want you to worry about today, alright? Any of it. Sherlock and I are going to figure out our custody arrangement, you’re not going to be left alone again, and…and Sherlock didn’t mean what he said, alright? There’s nothing wrong with you, so don’t think about it.”

You blinked up at your brother for a moment before turning on your side and closing your eyes. Mycroft sighed, turning to sit in his chair by your bed. You hadn’t gone this silent in months.

This could be harder than Mycroft had thought.

…

Mycroft stirred at the sound of sniffling. He hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep—he was usually able to keep himself awake until you fell asleep, but he must’ve dozed off.

He squinted in the dim light to see your short hair, sticking out at a few angles as you cried face-down in your pillow.

“Y/N…” Mycroft was at your side in an instant, but when he pulled you away from your pillow you started to shake your head and push at him. “It’s ok,” he insisted. “It’s ok, it’s just me.”

You continued to shake your head, but Mycroft noticed that your fingers had a vice grip on the front of his shirt.

“It’s alright…I’m right here.” Mycroft pulled you into his arms, and you stopped fighting him. You still didn’t speak, and Mycroft just held you in his arms until you cried yourself to sleep.

“Sherlock, what have you done?” Mycroft muttered to himself.

…

You had barely managed to hold in your tears until Mycroft fell asleep in his chair, but it didn’t matter, because you’d woken him up anyway. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak as you tried to fight Mycroft off, or even as he held you close. You didn’t actually want him to go away, but after what Sherlock had said…

“She can’t do anything for herself!”

Even if Mycroft claimed it wasn’t true, you couldn’t get that voice out of your head. You’d barely said a word since then, and you weren’t ready to change that yet. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, it was more like the weight in your chest was so great, that even if you wanted to speak, you didn’t feel able anymore. Your anxiety clawed its way up your throat, choking even the idea of speech.

So instead of speaking, you just let your big brother hold you in his arms until your exhaustion won the fight with your anxiety, and you finally drifted off to sleep.

…

Mycroft was concerned almost as soon as he woke up. After you’d gone back to sleep, he’d returned to his chair but stayed in your room, just in case. But when he woke up, he saw that you were already awake—your eyes were open, but you hadn’t moved.

“Are you ready to get up?” Mycroft asked softly, and your eyes flickered to him at the sound of his voice. You pushed yourself up wordlessly, and Mycroft began to wonder just how long you’d remain silent. “Let’s go downstairs and get some breakfast,” Mycroft added, being careful not to phrase it like a question; he knew your answer would be no—you never felt like eating when you got like this—but Mycroft wanted (more like needed) to keep you on your eating schedule.

You didn’t protest as Mycroft helped you down the stairs, or when he put a plate of toast in front of you. But you didn’t eat it, either. Mycroft sighed, exhausted.

“I need you to eat. Just a little bit, for me?”

You blinked up at him before returning your gaze to your lap.

“Just a bite or two,” Mycroft added. When you didn’t move, he sighed and pushed the plate aside. “Alright, we can try that again later. Do you want to play our game? Tell me what you see.” Mycroft was desperate for any kind of interaction with you, but you remained unmoving and silent. “C’mon, you can’t—I can’t do this again, please. I can’t. I need you to—“

Mycroft cut himself off when your hand reached out and grabbed his in a death grip, your breath suddenly coming in gasps.

…

“I can’t do this again, please. I can’t. I need you to—“

Panic gripped your heart as Mycroft struggled to speak.

“I can’t do this again.”

This. You.

Would Mycroft get tired of trying to cater to you, the way Sherlock seemed to? Would he get sick of the way you “couldn’t do anything for yourself”?

You’d sought out Mycroft’s hand without even meaning to as your fear forced itself up your throat, restricting your breath.

What would you do if Mycroft got sick of taking care of you? Where would you go?

You remembered the earlier days of living with Mycroft—when CPS workers came over to “keep an eye” on your custody switch. They’d taken one look at you and tried to convince Mycroft to bring you to some care facility. If Mycroft didn’t want you, was that where you’d go? You wouldn’t last a week there, you just knew it—not without your brothers.

“Y/N! Y/N!” You’d been so lost in your own head that you didn’t hear Mycroft calling out your name until he was shaking your shoulders and yelling in your face. “Yes, good, look at me.” Mycroft breathed in relief when your eyes finally met his.

“I’m sorry.”

Mycroft couldn’t even take a moment to be relieved that you were speaking again as you sobbed in his arms.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated. “Don’t leave me, don’t leave me, don’t—“

“Hey, hey now,” Mycroft cradled your face in his hands, trying to get your attention back. “I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. I’m here Y/N, I promise.” You finally seemed to focus on him, so Mycroft just repeated “I’m right here,” again and again as he wracked his brain for a reason behind your sudden change to hysteria. He’d been speaking just before you started to panic—what had he said?

“I can’t do this again…”

Oh no. You hadn’t understood him; worse, he hadn’t made himself clear to you. Now you thought…

“Hey.” Mycroft made sure he had your full attention before he spoke. “I need you to listen to me now. I…I didn’t mean that I can’t—or won’t—take care of you, ok? I didn’t mean that I’ll leave you. I’ll never leave you, never. You understand me?” At your hesitant nod, he continued. “Good, good. I never meant to make you think that, I just…I just meant that I don’t want to see you in so much pain again. You didn’t talk for so long, and…and I know how much you were hurting. I don’t want you to hurt like that anymore.”

“I’m sor—“

“No, no don’t.” Mycroft wouldn’t let you apologize again. “Don’t ever apologize for being in pain, that’s not what I wanted. I just…I really want you to forget about what Sherlock said. He didn’t mean it, he didn’t. There’s nothing wrong with you, ok?” You didn’t nod this time, but Mycroft didn’t push it. “But it doesn’t matter. Because no matter what happens—with Sherlock, with wherever you decide to live, with all of it—I will never leave you, alright? I’ll be here whenever you need me. I’ll always be here for you.”

Mycroft willingly let you pull him into a hug, and when you all but collapses your weight into his embrace, he held you up without wavering.

“Please tell me you know that. Tell me you believe me. Because I promise it’s true.”

“Ok,” you sniffled. “I-I believe you.”

“Ok,” Mycroft sighed. “Ok.”

Mycroft eventually led you over to the couch where you dropped in exhaustion, and soon enough you were fast asleep, remnants of tears still staining your cheeks.

Once he was sure that you were asleep, Mycroft reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone, pressing a number and placing the phone to his ear.

“Sherlock? Yes, it’s me. I need you here, now. You’ve got a mess to fix.”

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*New* 12. Barbarian Princess

Barbarian. Biker!Jake

*18+ story, minors DNI!!!

A/n: HI GUYS!! So there are about seven chapters left to this series (plus an epilogue) and I’m going to try not to drag it out any longer than necessary! So be prepared for more frequent updates going forward. As soon as I get chapters finished, I’ll be uploading them 🫶🏾 Anyways without further ado here’s chapter 12! Leave questions, comments, concerns where ever you see fit, and as always, enjoy ❤️

Content Warnings: Not much, just some fluff and of course some angst (cause what’s Barbarian without it?).

Word Count: 4.7k

“Good news for you, Bobby. Looks like we’ll be out of your hair pretty soon.” The Barbarians had made another trip to Bobby’s casino, some of them in the process of stuffing their latest sum of money into bags. Though this revelation was good news for Bobby, he couldn’t see past the piles of cash disappearing right before his eyes. Ace and Jake were getting a kick out of his distress.

“Yeah, you’ll be out of my hair,” Bobby replied through gritted teeth, “but you’ll have bled me dry by the time you get your greasy Barbarian paws off me. I’ll hardly have anything left.”

Jake shrugged. “Guess that’s something you should’ve thought of before you started stealing from us, huh?”

Bobby scoffed bitterly. “I wasn’t stealing from you all. You assholes just weren’t smart enough to see what was going on right under your noses.” He turned to Jake with a crooked grin. “Seems like Rex wasn’t on his job like he was supposed to be, huh?”

Jake’s mind immediately flashed to the money hidden in Rex’s walls. He hadn’t told anyone about it and still had no clue where it came from. The possibility that Rex had been up to no good behind the Barbarians’ backs, potentially in cahoots with Bobby, unnerved him. If Rex had indeed been siphoning money from the group and someone found out, it could spell even more trouble for Jake.

On the defense, his fist flew before Bobby could brace himself, the punch landing squarely on his jaw. Bobby crumpled under the force, collapsing into the arms of his men who were conveniently standing behind him.

Ace chuckled and shook his head. “Thought you’d learn by now to keep that mouth of yours shut, Bobby.”

The tension in the room thickened. Bobby’s men looked ready to pounce, but the sight of the Barbarians, cool and composed, kept them in check. Jake shot Bobby a glare, his eyes burning with a warning.

Ace clapped Jake on the shoulder. “Alright, enough fun. Let’s get out of here.”

The Barbarians gathered their bags and headed towards the exit, the sound of heavy boots on the casino floor echoing ominously—a stark reminder of the power they held. Jake shot a final glare at Bobby, ensuring his message was clear. Outside, the night was still and dark, the perfect cover for their departure.

As they stepped into the cool night air, Ace nudged Jake with a grin. “You know, kid, you gotta stop knocking out our business partners. Makes it hard to keep relationships civil.”

Jake smirked, rubbing his knuckles. “He had it coming.”

Ace laughed, the sound rumbling through the quiet night. “Guess we know what button to press if we need you to swing next time. Just mention old Rex.”

The Barbarians shared a chuckle, lightening the tense atmosphere, but all Jake could think of was the money. They moved towards their bikes, the metallic clinks of their gear echoing softly. Jake swung his leg over his Harley, feeling the familiar rumble beneath him. Ace and the rest of the crew followed suit, their bikes growling in unison.

Ace revved his engine and turned to Jake, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Next time, let me know before you decide to redecorate someone’s face. Gives me a chance to place bets.”

Jake chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind. Let’s get out of here.”

Ace turned to the group of guys with Nicky, who were busy loading the money into the truck. “We’ll take off ahead of you guys. Put some distance between us, just in case.”

Nicky gave Ace a salute, casting his usual glaring scowl at Jake before continuing to direct the crew.

Jake rolled his eyes, mounting his bike and pulling on his helmet. “That guy’s got a stick so far up his ass, I don’t think it’ll ever come out.”

Ace laughed, “That’s just Nicky being Nicky.”

The roar of engines filled the night as the Barbarians revved their bikes. They shot one last look at the casino, its neon lights flickering in the distance. With a nod from Ace, they tore down the road, leaving Bobby and his empty vault behind. The night swallowed their roars, but the message was clear: the Barbarians were not to be trifled with. And this was all thanks to Jake.

About twenty minutes into their ride, the group saw the flashing of red and blue lights behind them.

“Shit,” Ace grumbled under his breath. Jake looked back at the two motorcycle cops behind them, then over to Ace. They both wondered the same thing: should we run? Their first instinct was always to evade, given their club’s history with law enforcement and the thrill of the chase.

But knowing too much was at stake, Jake nodded towards the shoulder of the road, and one by one, the Barbarians began pulling their bikes over. They had nothing incriminating on them, and this was likely just harassment.

The cops pulled up to the front of the procession, right beside Jake and Ace.

“Evening, officers,” Ace greeted before the men even dismounted their bikes. “Any reason you’ve pulled us over?”

The pale, slender cop slinked his way over to Jake, while the shorter, dark-skinned officer walked up to Ace with a faux grin.

“Just wanted to see what you guys were doing out here this time of night.”

Ace shrugged. “Just taking a ride with the boys. That a crime?”

Jake fought the urge to scowl at the bony cop standing over him, attempting to intimidate him. He wasn’t scared in the slightest, just annoyed.

“Nope. Not a crime. We just—”

“We noticed you guys have been taking a lot of trips up to Bobby’s casino,” the cop near Jake interrupted, smacking his gum in an increasingly annoying way. “Care to explain that?”

Just then, the large box truck driven by Nicky zoomed past the group, safely out of the meddling officers’ grasp. Jake smirked as he watched it go by, then turned to the lanky officer standing far too close to him with a shrug. “What can we say? We love to gamble.”

The officers weren’t ready to relent just yet. “Gambling, huh? You sure you boys aren’t up to something more… interesting?”

Ace’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Officer, the only thing we’re up to is trying to find the next blackjack table. You know how it is.”

The shorter cop narrowed his eyes, clearly not buying it but unable to prove otherwise. “Well, just make sure you don’t get into any trouble, if possible. We’ll be keeping an eye on you.”

Jake grinned, his patience wearing thin. “Good to know someone’s looking out for us.”

The cops exchanged a look, then reluctantly backed off. “Alright, move along.”

The black cop began making his way back to his bike, but the other stood lingering beside Jake as if he had something else to say. Jake waited patiently with a smug look on his face.

When the officer realized he could say no more, he finally turned to join his partner, the two mounting their own bikes before speeding off into the night.

Jake shook his head, frustration evident. “All the trips we’ve made through here, and now those fuckers decide to stop us.” He put his helmet back on and turned to Ace. “How much you wanna bet Bobby had something to do with it?”

Ace chuckled, a dark humor in his eyes. “I wouldn’t be surprised. He probably didn’t take kindly to getting knocked on his ass. Luckily, the money made it past. That’s the most important thing.”

“I should’ve hit him harder,” Jake muttered, clenching his fist to gauge how sore it’d be the next morning.

Ace raised an eyebrow, grinning. “It’s not too late to turn around.”

Jake smirked, but shook his head. “He’s not worth the energy. Besides, we need to be getting back to town.”

The men revved their engines once more, the powerful roars echoing through the night. One by one, the Barbarians pulled back onto the road, their headlights piercing the darkness as they continued their journey back to Riley’s.

They weren’t done with the partying yet. As soon as they arrived, the sound of laughter and the clink of glasses filled the air. Angela, alone behind the bar, was already arranging a round of shots.

Ace grabbed two from the countertop and handed one over to Jake. “Gonna stick around for a while?”

A few other Barbarians crowded around them, raising their glasses before throwing back the shots. The burn of the liquor was a familiar comfort to Jake, and he savored the sting before setting his shot glass down on the table.

“Nah, I should be getting home to Cherry. She’s probably looking for me.”

The men around him erupted in playful teasing, shoving him and calling him whipped. Jake took it all in stride, a grin spreading across his face. He didn’t mind the ribbing, especially when it came to you, the mother of his unborn child.

“Alright, alright, leave the kid alone,” Ace laughed, giving Jake a rough shove. “Get outta here before she calls me looking for you.”

Jake said his goodbyes, the anticipation building as he made his way back to Cactus Creek, back to you, his favorite place to be these days.

He found you in your usual spot on the couch, curled up watching TV, waiting for his return. The soft glow of the screen illuminated your face, and his heart swelled at the sight of you.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted as he joined you on the couch. You were finally beginning to show, though just barely. A small bump in your lower stomach that filled both of you with a happiness you never thought possible.

“Hey,” you nuzzled into his side as he pulled you close, his hand immediately moving to rub over your stomach. “I missed you.”

“I know, I missed you too. And I missed you,” he spoke to the bump, a bright smile lighting up his tired features. It was always so endearing to you, the way he spoke to the baby as if it were already here. No matter what mood he was in, joy always found him whenever he got the opportunity to do so.

“Just three weeks,” he continued, his voice soft with wonder. “Three weeks, and we get to find out what you are.”

“Mhmm,” you were enjoying his excitement about finding out the gender, but you already had your suspicions about what was growing inside of you. “She did tell me that’s she’s craving that twenty-four hour Chinese takeout from Wu’s.”

Jake looked up at you with playful apprehension, “She? you seem so sure that it’s a girl. What if it’s another Barbarian Prince in the making?” He winked

“Hey, I’ve been the one stuck hanging out with her for the past three and a half months, I think I’d know better than anyone what she’s gonna be,” you laughed, “which is also how I know she really wants that Chinese takeout.”

“Alright alright,” Jake chuckled, sitting up from his lax position, “Chinese takeout it is, then. Anything for my girls,” he joked, throwing the word ‘girls’ out as if it were some unbelievable notion, “but we’ll let the doctor be the final decider on that.”

He moved to put his boots back on, grabbing up the keys to the truck as he made his way to the door.

“Hey Jake,” you called to him before he could leave. He turned back to look at you. You could see the exhaustion evident in his face, but you knew he’d never let it get in the way of doing for you. Never in a million years did you think you’d be so lucky to have someone who cared for you so much. After all you’d been through in your life, sometimes it felt too good to be true.

“I love you.”

Jake smiled at you, “I love you too, Cherry. More than anything.”

The ticking of the clock on the off-white wall was the only sound breaking the silence in the doctor's waiting room. You sat there, leg bouncing impatiently, flipping through a maternity magazine. The article on lactation held little interest for you; it was merely a distraction. You were minutes away from discovering the gender of your baby, and Jake was nowhere in sight.

The waiting room was filled with other expectant mothers, many visibly far along in their pregnancies, each accompanied by a supportive partner or family member. Your worry began to grow, and you pulled out your phone to double-check the appointment time.

You: 3:30pm!

Jake: 10-4 mama bear. See u at 3:30.

You sighed and stuffed your phone back into your purse, trying to quell the rising anxiety. Picking up the magazine again, you half-heartedly glanced at the pages, but your eyes kept darting toward the door, hoping to see Jake's familiar form striding in.

The doorbell chimed, and your heart leapt. But it was just another couple, the woman looking ready to give birth any day now. You glanced at the clock, its hands moving inexorably toward three-thirty.

Right on cue, a nurse appeared, calling your last name with a broad smile. You managed a small grin in return and cast one last hopeful glance toward the door before setting the magazine aside and following her to the back.

The nurse began the routine checkup, taking your blood pressure, measuring your heart rate, and asking a series of standard questions. The mechanical nature of the process offered little comfort.

"And I see here you have a Mr. Jake Kiszka listed as the father," the nurse noted, looking up from her clipboard. "Is he supposed to be joining us today?"

You sighed, feeling a twinge of disappointment but quickly brushed it aside. "He's supposed to be here," you replied, forcing a smile. "He will be here."

The nurse nodded understandingly and continued with her questions. As she worked, you tried to focus on the excitement of the moment rather than the empty seat beside you, hoping Jake would walk through the door any second now.

Once the nurse completed her initial checks, she excused herself to fetch the doctor for the ultrasound. Alone in the room, you took the chance to call Jake one last time. The phone rang endlessly before going to voicemail, leaving you feeling more anxious. You were about to dial again when the door opened and Dr. Turner walked in.

You listened quietly as she reviewed a few routine matters, nodding at appropriate moments, but your eyes kept darting to the door, hoping Jake would appear.

“Alright,” Dr. Turner said, grabbing the gel from the counter, her short bob swaying, “I’m going to apply this on your belly. It’ll feel a little cold, just a heads up.”

Your heart sank at the thought of Jake missing this special moment, and your mind raced with worst-case scenarios. But just as the cold gel touched your skin, the door burst open, and there he was. Jake stood breathless, looking disheveled with sweat dampening his hair, but to you, he was a sight for sore eyes.

The nurse behind him tried to hide her amusement at his dramatic entrance.

“Hey, I’m so sorry,” Jake rushed out, thanking the nurse as he moved to your side. “Dr. Turner, good to see you,” he greeted, but his eyes were on you, filled with relief.

He leaned down, kissing your forehead repeatedly. “I’m sorry, baby. I got caught up with some stuff.” You squeezed his hand, smiling up at him, “It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re here.”

“As am I,” Dr. Turner chimed in, spreading the gel smoothly over your stomach. “You definitely don’t want to miss this.”

Jake held your hand tightly as she began gliding the transducer over your belly. The ultrasound image flickered to life on the screen, and despite not fully understanding what you were seeing, the sight of your little one filled you both with joy.

“Alright,” Dr. Turner announced, “everything looks good—normal, nothing out of the ordinary.” She scanned a bit more, then asked, “Do you want to know the gender now, or are you planning to wait?”

“We want to know,” you said, voice barely above a whisper, not quite sure why you felt the need to be quiet.

“Do you want to know now?” Dr. Turner teased with a smile.

Jake’s eyes lit up. “You mean you can tell us now? We don’t have to wait for you to print some stuff up?”

Dr. Turner chuckled. “If you’d like to wait for me to ‘print some stuff up,’ we can, but I can tell you right now.”

You nodded eagerly. “What is it?”

The doctor paused for a moment, double-checking the image, before she revealed, “It looks like you two are having a little girl.”

Your excitement bubbled over, making you want to leap off the table and dance. “I knew it, Jake! I knew she was a girl!”

Jake stared at the screen, a look of astonished joy spreading across his face. “Holy shit,” he muttered, causing you and Dr. Turner to laugh.

“We’re having a girl,” he repeated, looking at you with pride shining in his eyes. “Cherry, we’re having a girl!”

“Can you show us?” Jake asked, still in awe. “How do you know it’s a girl?”

Dr. Turner pointed out specific areas on the screen that looked like nothing more than pixilated blobs to you. She could have said anything, and you would have believed it, so filled with awe and happiness were you both.

The room buzzed with excitement as Dr. Turner finished the scan, going over a few important points with you. She printed out the ultrasound photos, which you both gazed at like they were treasures. As you made your way to schedule your next appointment, Jake’s hand remained firmly in yours, both of you grounding each other in this unforgettable moment.

After the appointment, you and Jake decided to celebrate the big news with an early dinner at Gino’s. You ordered one of your favorite desserts, savoring every bite while Jake watched you with a fond smile. He loved seeing you happy, especially now with the news of your little girl.

On the drive home, Jake mentioned needing to stop by the Tavern to pick something up from Ace. You, feeling full, tired, and pregnant, grumbled the entire way there.

"Jake, I've been out all day. I'm exhausted. I just want to go home and cuddle."

He chuckled, reaching over to squeeze your thigh. "I know, baby. We can still do that. I'll be quick, I promise."

As you pulled into the gravel parking lot, you noticed it was lined with Barbarian bikes and a few cars, signaling a full house. However, the usual rock music was absent, and the normally bustling area seemed strangely quiet.

"You want to come in real quick?" Jake asked as he killed the truck’s engine. Despite your fatigue, curiosity got the better of you. Something was definitely up, and this was Riley’s Tavern, your Tavern now, and you wanted to be in the loop.

You hopped out of the truck and followed Jake to the door, eyes squinting with suspicion. As soon as he pulled the door open, you were greeted by an explosion of pink—streamers, balloons, and banners hung everywhere, one of them with ‘Barbarian Princess’ etched across it in pink paint. The room was packed with your Barbarian family, who erupted into cheers and shouts of "It’s a girl!" as you entered.

Your jaw dropped, and tears welled up in your eyes. The surprise and joy of the moment overwhelmed you. Jake wrapped his arm around you, grinning ear to ear. "Surprise!" he whispered in your ear.

"You planned this?" you marveled, looking at him, then back at the crowd of hardened men who had shed their tough exteriors to celebrate this moment with you and Jake.

"Well, Angela and I did," he shrugged. "We’ve got a lot of blue decorations to return to the store, by the way."

Ace appeared from behind the crowd of men, a pink party hat perched on his bald head, holding a pink, fruity drink in one hand and a cold beer in the other.

"Hey, I had a hand in this too," he corrected, approaching with a grin. "I’ve been here all evening blowing up pink balloons." He handed you the pink drink. "A mocktail for the mother-to-be," he said, then gave the beer to Jake. "And an ice-cold brew for the Barbarian’s newest girl dad."

The room erupted into cheers as everyone raised their drinks to toast the newest addition to the family, and the party kicked off. Angela found you in the crowd, giving you a big hug. "I’m so happy for you."

"I love you, thank you."

Jake was on cloud nine, walking around the tavern with his chest puffed out in pride, basking in the joy of the night. After receiving congratulations from everyone, you found a quiet table near the back of the room. You watched as Angela and the new bartender you hired served drinks, and the Barbarians partied. Despite the happiness, the news of your baby’s gender had your mind swirling with new thoughts and worries. You blamed your pregnancy brain and the trauma from your past for letting your thoughts wander during such a joyful time.

After a few minutes alone, Ace plopped down beside you, still wearing his party hat. He smiled at you, and you did your best to conceal your troubled thoughts.

"So... a girl, huh?" Ace smirked, his tone warm and teasing.

You couldn’t help but smile back. Ace always had a way of making you feel at ease. He was one of the first people you met when you arrived in Genoa, and he had been like an uncle, looking out for you when Riley passed. Knowing you had someone like him made life there a little easier.

"I know," you chuckled, twirling your straw around in your empty glass. "Can you believe it?"

Ace sensed something was off and leaned in, his tone growing more serious. "Everything alright, sunshine?"

You perked up, not wanting to reveal how conflicted you felt. "Everything’s fine! I’m really happy; I wanted her to be a girl. I knew she was a girl. It’s just..." You trailed off, your eyes drifting to Jake across the room. He was all smiles, challenging some of his brothers to a game of pool, money on the line, of course. He seemed blissfully unaware of the additional emotions the news had stirred in you.

"Girls are different, you know, Ace?" you continued, watching Jake line up a shot on the table. "We’re dealt different cards in this world."

Ace nodded, waiting to see what else you had to say. Your hand unconsciously found your stomach, rubbing it soothingly. "I just hope she’s dealt better cards than I was."

Ace took a swig from his beer, his eyes thoughtful as he watched Jake. "Look, sunshine," he began, "I don’t know what kind of cards you’ve been dealt in your life, and I don’t need to." He shifted his gaze back to you. "But you wouldn’t be in this position right now if it weren’t for the hand you had. There's a hidden beauty in that, you know?"

You stopped staring at Jake to meet Ace’s eyes. His words resonated deeply, cutting through your worries. "I think, sometimes, our hands—no matter how shitty they may be—set us up to be exactly where we’re supposed to be," Ace continued. "And that, sunshine, that’s the beauty of life. It’s unpredictable, and we can’t control everything."

His words were exactly what you needed to hear. Ace wasn't just offering a generic pep talk about how you'd be a great mother or how you’d shield your daughter from repeating your mistakes. Instead, he reminded you that your daughter would have her own journey, her own set of challenges and joys, and that was okay. It wasn't your job to control every aspect of her life; it was your job to support her as she played the hand she was dealt.

"Thanks, Ace," you said, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "I guess I needed that reminder."

Ace grinned, raising his bottle in a small toast. "Anytime, sunshine. I’ve always got your back.”

You smiled, feeling a renewed sense of peace and acceptance. As you glanced back at Jake, still engrossed in his pool game, a wave of gratitude washed over you. Your daughter would indeed have her own path to walk, but she wouldn’t be alone. She would have you, Jake, and an entire community of support behind her. In that moment, you realized that was the best hand anyone could ask for—one filled with love, support, and the strength to face whatever life might throw her way.

“Refill?” Ace asked, pointing at your empty glass. You slid it across the table with a nod. “Extra cherries in this one.”

You and Jake lingered at the party for another hour before slipping away, escaping the lively clamor and heading home. The drive was a serene contrast to the day’s excitement, the quiet road a perfect backdrop for reflecting on the news you had received earlier that day. When you arrived, you invited Jake to relax in Riley’s old, rickety hammock, tucked away on the back side of the trailer. It creaked under your weight, but the night air was cool and comforting as you both lay back and gazed at the star-studded sky.

“I still can’t believe we’re having a little girl,” you said softly, your eyes wandering through the constellations. Jake’s hand rested gently on your growing bump, his touch warm and reassuring.

“I know,” he replied, his voice tinged with wonder. “Who would’ve thought?”

“Well, I thought,” you teased, “I knew. It’s just crazy that I was right.”

Jake poked playfully at your side, making you squirm slightly before you both settled into a peaceful silence. His gaze remained fixed on the cosmos, his mind seemingly lost in the vastness above. You cherished these quiet moments with him, feeling a profound sense of connection.

“Where would you go, Cherry?” Jake’s voice broke the silence, his tone unexpectedly serious.

“Huh?” You turned to face him, curiosity piqued.

“If we packed up tonight and left all of this behind,” he continued, “where would you go?”

The question caught you off guard, though it was something you had considered many times before. Life had changed drastically for you in recent months, thanks to Jake, but the idea of running away still lingered in the back of your mind.

You paused, gathering your thoughts as Jake waited patiently.

“Somewhere quiet,” you finally answered, “way up north, like Washington. I’d love to live in a cozy house out in the woods, maybe with some land to grow fruit trees.”

Jake’s brow furrowed, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Fruit trees?”

“Yeah,” you replied with a hint of excitement, “I could grow fruit, make my own jams and preserves. Maybe I’d sell them at a farmer’s market.”

Jake’s smile widened. “I can see you doing that.”

You continued to ramble about the joys of living off the land, Jake listening intently. The image of your dream life was vivid and compelling, and he could see the happiness it brought you.

But as Jake listened, his thoughts began to drift. Things lately felt almost too peaceful, a stark contrast to the turbulent life he was accustomed to. He couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that trouble was always lurking just beneath the surface, he just couldn’t pinpoint what direction it was coming from. The money he had stashed away in Rex’s house, the potential for a new life—everything seemed to be aligning perfectly, but Jake’s instincts told him to be cautious.

A part of him wondered if now was the time to act, to take the money and make your dream a reality before anything could go wrong. Yet another part of him hesitated, sensing that the right moment hadn’t arrived yet. He knew that when the time came, he would have to be ready—but he just hoped it wouldn’t be too late.

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I LOVE HIM EVEN MORE?!

Ahahhahahh im gonna go crazy.

Anyways, I used to have his backstory on here (if you were here before I decided to delete it and saw it, then oh well lol) but I do have my origin comic. And well, one of my posts spoiling it all didn’t make sense? At least to me. To be honest I had it up before the comic :]

I’ll be posting stuff like interests later or something lol

He’s basically like Geno, but if Geno failed earlier.

What happened?

REMOVED INFORMATION

How does he do in the multiverse?

Well he prefers staying out of any big dramas. He likes to just hang out by himself in any AU he comes across. Of course he isn’t opposed to interactions!

He’s a very good listener! Just don’t expect him to be chatty, and don’t expect him to speak clearly.. (blame it on part of his mouth starting to melt)

He’s curious about many things as he forgot lots of stuff, and tries to learn as much as he can. (Which is why he is such a good listener)

He remembers he has an AU, but for some reason, he doesn’t want to go back. He forgot why, but there’s a strange feeling in his soul whenever he thinks about it.

Updated/added info

He’s a positive guy, sometimes doesn’t get what’s considered bad or good.

He does tend to melt whenever he’s on low energy or his emotions get out of hand, in which his body can’t handle keeping together. Usually he just completely melts when that does happen.

Attacks?

His bone attacks are a bit.. unique. There are rare times when the bones are fully formed, all the other times they are half melted. If he doesn’t have the energy, they don’t even form a shape at all. They are just a strange goo that does less damage and will easily fall off.

When half melted bone attacks do hit, the shape melts and covers the area where the bone hit in goo. If it can’t be taken off, it will do slow damage over time.

He focuses on blue and regular attacks, not quite remembering how to create orange attacks.

His favorite combination to use is blue attacks with half melted bones. He can’t do color attacks with fully formed bone attacks.

Fun facts :D

He can’t remember why, but he hates being near knives. Or anything sharp, for the matter.

He is a sweet tooth. He does still like ketchup but through experimentation, he found out that ketchup and sweets don’t quite go together…

He likes the different Papyruses he comes across, but he keeps getting the thoughts of his own Papyrus. Eventually he stopped approaching other Papyruses because of it. He doesn’t like the feelings and thoughts he couldn’t seem to explain in words he knew.

(More information will be added over time)

Find his origin comic here

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Matched: Chapter 9 - The Honeymoon 2.2

Characters: Jake Kiszka x Thea Foster Warnings: 18+. Angst. Yelling. Anger. Frustration. Annoyance. Smut. Mentions of sex. Penetrative sex. Fluff. A/N: Second to last chapter! Thank you all so much for coming with me on this journey! Only one final chapter an then an announcement!!

“No, no, no!” I slam the door shut to the engine compartment and rest my hands on my hips.

We’re supposed to be leaving today to sail back to Florida and fly into New York to be with Josh for his directorial debut, but this stupid engine decides now that it wants to quit working. A brand new fucking engine and it breaks. That’s nearly $20,000 right down the drain.

“Everything okay?” Thea asks as she walks up to the edge of the boat.

I run my hands through my hair and shake my head. “Stupid engine is broken…”

“Is there anything you can do?” She asks as she leans against the railing of the boat.

“No!” I shout. “This fucking engine is more complex and I don’t know what to fucking do!”

“Okay, I’m sorry..” She whispers.

I sigh. “No, I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t snap at you.. It’s just.. If we can’t leave today, we won’t make it to New York on time. I don’t want to miss the film festival.”

I grumble words under my breath as I pull out my phone and dial a number. It rings a few times before the call is picked up.

“Hey Jake! What’s up man?”

“Hey Phil! I have a problem..”

“Uh oh, with the boat?”

“Yeah.. The damn engine went out and I don’t know how to fix it..”

“Oh man.. Uh, where are you?”

“Brazil,” I grumble. “On my honeymoon.. We’re supposed to already be heading back to Florida. This is a long shot, but any chance you can get down here? I’ll pay for everything.”

“I can, but it’d be a few days, a week at most.” Phil says. “I’d have to get all my gear together and buy a potential engine in case yours needs to be replaced.”

“A week?” I sigh. “I have to be in New York by Friday.”

“That’s the best that I can do, Jake.”

“Dammit…”

“Well hey listen, I know a guy in Rio who works on boats like yours. I’ll ring him and see if he can do anything. Where are you?”

“São Paulo.”

“So not too far, I’ll give him a call and see if he’s able to meet you there. Give me an hour and I’ll call you if I find anything.”

“Thanks Phil, I fucking owe you.”

“No need, Jake.” He chuckles. “I’ll call you back later.”

I hang up and put my phone away before climbing up onto the boat. “Phil said he can't be out here for at least a week, but he knows a guy in Rio who might be able to help, so he’s gonna give him a call..”

“And if he can’t?” Thea asks as she pushes off the railing.

I huff and rest my hands on my hips. “Then we’ll have to wait for Phil and we miss the film festival.” I groan and pull my phone back out. “I have to go call Josh, I’ll be back.”

-

“What do you mean you can’t make it?!”

“Josh, I’m sorry.. I didn’t know this was gonna happen..”

“Jake, I really needed you here.”

“I know, I know. I want to be there too, but there’s nothing I can do. I thought maybe Thea and I could fly out of São Paulo but I can’t leave my boat here and the fees to keep it docked here is fucking astronomical…”

Josh sighs. “Alright.. I mean, I would love to have you here more than anything but I also don’t want you wasting so much money..”

I scoff. “I’m probably gonna have to drop another twenty grand to fix the engine.”

“Are you serious?” Josh says. “That much?!”

“Unfortunately yes..”

“Well… You focus on the boat,” He says. “I’ll be fine here.”

“Josh, I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, Jake. And besides, I don’t want you overshadowing me anyways. Everyone would be more excited about the baby anyways.”

I chuckle. “That’s just bullshit.”

He returns the laughter. “I’m only joking.. I have to go though, Sam’s about to get himself into some shit.”

I roll my eyes. “Of course he would be.. If he needs to be bailed out, I can’t do it this time.”

“Ha!” Josh exclaims. “Baby brother can sleep overnight if it comes down to it. Please be safe, keep me updated.”

“Yeah, I will.” I hand up and toss my phone onto the bed.

There hasn’t been one thing that Josh has done that I haven’t been there for. This is his first debut on the big screen and I have to miss because of this damn boat engine. Sitting down on the bed, I dig my hands into my hair and I mentally curse myself. Stupid boat. Stupid engine.

I feel Thea’s arms wrap around me. I close my eyes and try to avoid the annoyance but I can’t.

“Please don’t..” I say as I wriggle out of her arms.

“Oh.. I’m sorry, I was just..”

“I just want to be alone right now..” Standing up from the bed, I leave the room and step back out on the deck. I take a deep breath and lean against the railing.

The guilt fills my body and all I want to do is scream. I’m supposed to be there. I’m supposed to be standing beside him. I helped write the damn script, the least I can do is show up. He needs my support, he deserves it.

“Jake?”

“Not now, Thea..”

“I know you’re upset but-”

“Don’t even start..” I sigh. “Don’t stand there and try to tell me that this isn’t my fault, that we couldn't have known this was going to happen. And don’t tell me that it’s going to be okay. I should be in New York, I should be there for him. All these years he’s stood beside me and we lived out my dream together.. And I can’t even do that for him. So please, fucking save the cliché speech.”

I refuse to turn to face her, knowing exactly what she’ll look like so I keep my back turned towards her.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted.. I didn’t mean to..” I hear her sigh. “Forget it..”

I close my eyes again and drop my head. I knew exactly what she meant and I know she only means well, but all of this is my fault. I didn’t inspect anything before letting the guys take the boat. Had I done the necessary inspections beforehand, then we wouldn't be stranded in Brazil, nearly five thousand miles away from New York.

My phone finally rings after what feels like eternity. Phil, I see his name flash on the screen. “Please tell me you have good news.”

“I do.”

“Thank god.”

“I called Luiz, explained your situation. Now.. I know you don’t want to keep your boat docked down there, and you won’t have to. Luiz is offering to trade boats for the time being–give you his so that you and your wife can make it back to Florida and catch your flight to New York.”

“Phil, you’re fantastic. Please thank Luiz for me.”

Phil chuckles. “You thank him when he gets there. He’ll be there in a few hours so it might set you back but at least you’ll be able to get home.”

“Thank you, I owe you.”

“No, Jake, you owe me nothing,” Phil chuckles. “We’ll talk later.”

Hanging up the call, I put my phone away into my pocket and head inside the boat. I come to a stop at the entrance to the bedroom when I see Thea sitting at the edge of the bed. When she lifts her head, she stands from the bed and straightens out her dress. Her small bump is just barely visible as she smooths out the fabric and clears her throat.

“Phil called,” I say. “He called in a favor with a friend who lives in Rio. His name is Luiz.. He’s going to come here and trade us boats so we can go home.”

“Trade?” She says, looking up at me. “You’re going to leave yours here?”

“For the time being.” I say.

She softly nods her head. “Okay..”

We barely spoke after that. She spent most of the time packing up our things to move onto the other boat. And when Luiz finally showed up and we traded, he offered to take a look at the engine while he had my boat and to see if he had a way to fix it without me having to drop another twenty grand on a new one.

“It’s no trouble,” Luiz smiles. “Now go, the longer you wait, the later you get back.”

“I will,” I say. “Thank you, again, for helping us out. It really means a lot.”

“No need to thank me, just helping out a fellow sailor.” Luiz pats my shoulder and smiles. “Congratulations on the baby too. Take good care of them both.”

I return the smile. “I will, thank you.”

Saying our goodbyes, I climb onto the boat and start to untie the rope. Luiz helps to push it away from the dock. He waves goodbye as I start the engine and pull the boat away into the water.

The journey home was a slow one. Felt even slower when Thea wasn’t talking to me. I knew I had hurt her when I yelled at her before we left. I guess she was punishing me for treating her the way I did. I don’t blame her. I put my own feelings above anything.

We made it back to Florida with little to no stopping along the way. I docked the boat and paid to keep it there for a week or two until I could figure out plans on how to get it back to Luiz. We then boarded the plane a couple hours later and headed off for New York.

Making our way through the halls of the convention center, my heart pounded in my chest. It was halfway through the film so we had to sneak in. No one knew we’d be here so it would be a surprise for everyone and not just for Josh. Sneaking into the screening room, we slide into one of the empty seats towards the back to finish out watching the film.

And when the film ended and it got the applause that it deserved, I gave Thea a kiss on the cheek before making my way up the aisle as Josh stepped up to the stage to accept the well deserved standing ovation. His eyes locked on mine and his smile grew wider.

“I couldn’t have done any of this without my brother,” He says, outstretching his hand to me. I stepped up onto the stage and we pulled each other into a hug. “I thought you couldn’t make it.”

“Sailors help each other in need.”

He scoffs with a laugh and pats my back before we pull apart. “Well it’s wonderful to have you here.”

“You’ve been by my side our entire lives and for the last decade as my bandmate and my brother. Now it’s my turn to be by your side.”

I stuck by Josh’s side for most of the next hour doing interviews with him. Most questions were geared towards his directing and what decisions he had to make that made the movie turn out the way it did, while a few were geared toward me and the script.

“What gave you the idea of this epic story between two brothers? Did your own relationship with Josh influence it at all?”

“All of it actually.” I smile as I look at Josh. “We’ve nearly every waking day together and we have a bond that just can’t be broken, no matter how someone might try. He’s my better half and without him, I’m not sure where I’d be or life would have turned out. So essentially yes, it did influence the script because I wanted to feel real and raw and even relatable.”

The interviewer thanks us for our time before getting up from the chair and leaving the table.

Josh turns in his chair to face me and pulls me in for a hug. “Jake, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He says over my shoulder. “And I can’t thank you enough for doing this with me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” I say as I reach over to drink some of the water that we were given earlier. “You helped me with my dream, now it’s my turn to help you. I made that promise and I am going to stick with it.”

“I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t my twin.. I don’t even think we’d be doing this if we weren’t.”

I scoff and roll my eyes. “It still would have happened, I have no doubt.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. Now come on, we have one more interview and then we can go to the party.” I say, patting him on the shoulder and standing from the table.

“God, would you look at this thing,” I say as I hold up his award. “It’s bigger than a Grammy, and heavier.” I start lifting it in the air above my head with mine. “It works great as a weight. You know, I bet if you use this at least three times a week, you could totally buff up even more.”

Josh rolls his eyes. “Give me that,” He says as he takes back his award. “I am not using this as a workout weight.” He polishes it off with the sleeve of his suit.

“So you get an award for your first major directorial debut and I get one for being an outstanding writer. I think tonight was pretty successful.”

“I’m still amazed that you even made it. When did you even get in?”

“About midway through the movie,” I say as I push open the glass doors and step outside in the growing chilly air of New York City. “So I am requesting a hard copy so I can watch it from the beginning.”

Josh shakes his head and throws his arm around my shoulders. “Look at us, taking over the world with one song and one movie at a time. Watch out world, the Kiszka Twins are taking over.” He gasps and pushes me away. “That’s perfect!”

“For what?”

“For us!”

“The Kiszka Twins? Sounds kind of basic, don’t you think?”

“No! Well yes.. But not that! No, what I mean is.. Kiszkography!”

I screw my face up in disgust and shake my head. Josh’s jaw falls open.

“No?! Wha–Why?”

“Kiszkography? I don’t know what that sounds like, but I know it doesn’t sound good. Why do you even want to change the name anyways? Just stick with the New Society.”

“Yeah but this is about you and me. We are a team.”

“I know we are, but just keep the original name.”

He huffs and rolls his eyes. “Fine, I’ll keep it as it is,” He grumbles.

I chuckle and pat his shoulder. “Let’s hurry up and get to the party, I am starving.”

The party that followed wasn’t big, Josh didn’t want that. Which is odd because he loves to celebrate in a big way. “Only family,” He told me as I poured us a fresh glass of whiskey. “That’s all I need right now,” He clinks his glass against mine before taking another sip. “So how’s marriage so far?” He asks. “Aside from the baby.” I blow out a sigh and take a drink of my whiskey. “Uh oh, first marital fight already?”

“I was pissed off about the boat, and I took my anger out on Thea.. I didn’t mean to.”

“And now she’s giving you the silent treatment?”

“No, but I get short worded answers and she won’t stay around me for long. Can’t say that I blame her.. I was an ass to her.”

“Have you tried talking to her?”

“I don’t even know what to say.” I take another drink, allowing the amber liquid to burn down my throat.

“Tell her you were an ass, like you said were,” Josh says with a sly smile.

I looked across the way, the private room bustling as our family milled around and mingled. I catch sight of Thea as she sips generously on water. Ever since Josh spread the word of the baby, everyone has been taking care of her. Making sure she eats and stays hydrated. Sam has been fawning over the prospect of having a niece or nephew.

“Stop letting your temper get in the way,” Josh says as he pops a tater tot into his mouth. “That always gets you in trouble.”

Downing the rest of my whiskey, I hand over the empty glass to Josh before making my way across the room to Thea. I graciously excuse her from the conversation with Sam over potential babysitting duties with Rose.

I bring her to a quieter place, one where we can speak with no one listening.

“I want to apologize for how I acted..” I said as I leaned back against the nearest table. “It wasn’t right of me to be that way.. I don’t like fighting with you, and yelling at you like that was… I hate myself for it.”

Thea reaches for my hands and brings them up to her lips. “I will admit that it did take me by surprise when you did that. You’ve only ever done that a couple times before–but I understand why you were feeling the way you were feeling. You were stressed and upset–something you worked hard for and longed for, was broken.”

I shake my head. “Still not an excuse for losing my temper..”

She moves closer and stands between my legs. “Can I admit something?” She says. I hum in acknowledgment and she wraps her arms around my neck. “I find you particularly sexy when you’re angry.”

“Oh do you now?” I chuckle.

“Mmhmm,” She giggles. “I so badly wanted to just lay you out on that bed and fuck you.” I felt my cheeks burn and she laughed. “Am I making you blush, Mr. Kiszka?”

I chuckle and draw her in for a kiss. “You do, Mrs. Kiszka.”

“How upset would Josh be if we departed early?” She asks before kissing me again.

“I’m sure he won’t mind if we turn in early,” I say, wrapping my arms around her waist.

“Good, because I have been dying for your touch.”

“Aw, is my love touch starved?” I whisper against her lips.

“Very,” She whispers back.

I smile and give her another kiss before I pull away. “I’ll go tell Josh that we’re heading out.”

My hands never left her body as we stumbled through the hotel room. They roamed up underneath her skirt as I lifted her up onto my waist and carried her to the bed. “I love you,” I say as I kiss down the expanse of her neck. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” She whispers.

As we discard ourselves from our clothing, I can’t help but to kiss every inch of her body, from the top of her head and down to the tips of her toes. I move back to her stomach, where her small baby bump resides. I place a gentle kiss there again. She hums sweetly and tangles her fingers in my hair.

“My sweet baby,” I say as I press another kiss to her bump.

“Our..” She corrects me.

I chuckle and look up at her. “Yes.. Our.” I kiss her stomach before crawling up her body and resting my own body between her legs. “A baby that we created together. The blood of my blood, and of yours. A baby created out of love and will be born into love.”

Slowly I enter her, pushing in as far as I can. She moans in pleasure, moving her body with mine with each thrust that I give.

“Until the day that I die, my body will be yours.” I say as I lean down to kiss her.

“Such a man of words,” She says as she traces my jaw with her finger.

“Words that I mean with every fiber of my being,” I thrust deeply, hitting that known spot inside of her. She whines in pleasure, her legs tightening around me. “Say we finish our honeymoon here–in New York?”

“Two weeks isn’t enough for you?” She says. She releases a loud moan as her release coats my cock.

I smile and kiss her quickly before I’m releasing inside of her, riding out my own climax. When we both relax, I lay on the bed beside her.

“If I can have it my way, the honeymoon would never end.” I say. “And neither will be the baby making business.”

She laughs, lightly swatting my chest. “Slow your roll, Jacob.”

I chuckle and turn over onto my side to face. “If I could live buried inside of you for the rest of my life, I would be ever so grateful.”

“Well then we’d never have those boys you dreamt of,” She says giggling as she turns over to face me too. I reach my hand over and place it on her stomach. “And who knows, this little one may just be the first–Henry Francis.”

“Henry Francis indeed.”

“I spoke to Sam about the baby,” She smiles and rests her hand over mine. “I told him the name.”

“You did?”

She nods her head. “He’s happy that he gets to share his name, should this baby be a boy.”

“I have a good feeling that it will be.”

“Guess we’ll find out.” She says.

The time has come for the tour to begin. The honeymoon is now officially over as I settled into the seat on the plane. Thea sits down beside me and pats my thigh. I give her a small smile and lean over to kiss her. In just six months time, we’ll be ending time with the band, for only just a little while. We made the announcement together, all four of us, to our fans, explaining to them that the time has come to embark on new journeys.

Sam to his producing endeavors. He’s already got a few artists lined up to start producing their songs and albums when we conclude this tour.

Danny decided to step fully into golf. See how far he makes it a career.

Josh has been invited to direct a few films over the next few years. All of which gives him one foot in the door to create his own film company.

And me? Music is my life. I won’t stop making music. I do have plans in the future to work on some other projects. But for now, my focus is on my family.

I felt comfortable enough to tell them that I was married with a baby on the way. That was my main focus once this tour ended. As for now, we’ll pour all we have into making the next six months worth of shows utterly amazing, fun, and intimate.

“Are you excited?” Thea asks.

I nod my head. “Yes,” I say. “I’ll admit, I do miss being out there on the stage.”

“And are you sure giving that up for a little while is what you want to do?”

“So I won’t be on stage, but I can still make music.” I say. “I can even help Sam every now and then producing albums and working with up and coming artists. I think it’ll be good to step back for a little while. Less stress.” She smiles and leans over the armrest to kiss my cheek. “Though I will admit that I was hoping to see my own children looking up and watching their father.”

“And they will, one day.” Thea picks up my hand and kisses my knuckles. “In due time they will see just how great you are up there and they will know just how amazing you are when you play the guitar for them and sing lullabies. Your talents on and off the stage will amaze them no matter what, because you will be their father and they will love you all the same.”

Landing in Los Angeles six hours later, I was immediately separated from Thea and dragged to the venue for rehearsal and soundcheck and to meet the new band that’s opening for us for the next few shows. “I’m going to go to sleep,” Thea says as she kisses my cheek. “I’ll meet you at the venue later?”

“Jetlag?” She nods her head and I chuckle. “Yeah, go get some sleep and we’ll meet up later. Make sure to get something to eat too.”

Getting to the venue and filing into the green room, we were greeted with welcoming baskets for all four of us. “You have two?” Sam says as he walks over. “Jealous.”

I chuckle and pick up a onesie to show him. “I believe it’s for the baby.”

“Oh I see, getting special treatment because you procreated.” I roll my eyes and shove him aside and he laughs. “I’m just messing with you.. That baby is going to be spoiled.”

I smile and set the onesie back down in the basket. A few of my friends have kids, even Thea’s good friend, who by the way is due in the next couple of weeks, and I never really quite get over how small humans start out. And soon I’ll have a tiny one of my own.

Pulling out my phone, I snap a photo of the basket and send it to Thea and put my phone back in my pocket before leaving the room to meet the guys at the stage.

Getting through soundcheck and rehearsal, I split off from the others and made my way back to the hotel to check on Thea. I find her curled up in the bed and hugging one of the pillows to her body. Smiling to myself, I walk over to the bed and kneel beside it. I tuck her hair behind her ear and softly coax her awake. She groans a little, scrunching her eyebrows together.

“Go away..”

“Come on, it’s time to get up. The venue set up dinner.”

“Mm mm, not hungry..” She grumbles. “Feeling sick..”

I lean over and press a kiss to her forehead. “Too sick to come watch the show too?”

She shakes her head. “Just too sick to eat.” She slowly pushes herself up into a sitting position and runs a hand through her hair. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready.”

“Do you need help?” She shakes her head and slowly makes her way to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later she was dressed in a different outfit and looking a lot better than she did when I first got here. She gives me a smile and pecks my cheek and we leave the room to meet the others down at the van.

“Hey mama!” Josh greets her with a wide smile and a soft hug. “You look beautiful this evening!”

She smiles and returns the hug. “I look better than I feel.” She says as they pull apart.

The smell of the food wafts in from the other room, I have no doubt that she too can smell it. I watch her carefully, ready to assist her at any given moment. But instead she keeps a smile on her face as she greets Danny and Sam. After going around to everyone, she comes back to me and grabs my hands.

“Show me the basket.” She smiles. “I want to see the little onesies.”

I smile and nod my head before taking her from the green room and bringing her down the hall to my dressing room. “It’s stuffed full with all sorts of things for the baby.” I chuckle. “All neutral clothing since we don’t know the exact sex just yet.”

She picks up a small pair of boots and examines them in her hand. “They have hopes for a boy?” She giggles.

“Someone here seems to.”

Thea sets the boots back in the basket and picks up a small diaper. “Can you believe that babies are this small?”

I shake my head and reach for the diaper. “Sometimes I struggle to wrap my mind around it. How humans start out so small when they are born and somehow grow into people like us.” She sets the diapers down and wraps her arms around me. “Is someone feeling better?” I ask and she nods her head. “Good enough to eat?”

“Not yet.. I just want to spend a little time with you before you have to get ready.”

I feel her slide her hands over my ass before giving it a light squeeze. “Oh..” I pull her close to me and grip her hips in my hands. “Are the hormones in control all of a sudden?”

“Very..” She says, biting down on her bottom lip.

I know I have said this before, and I will say it again until my very last breath. She is my siren, the one who beckons me to follow her and I always will. Even if it poses a risk of being caught, I will still do it.

Pulling away from her, I go to lock the door to the room before pulling her to the couch and setting her on my lap.

Reaching for the guitar in Johnny's hand, I wrap mine around the neck and pull it in close to me. I reach for the strap and drape it over my shoulders. It felt strange doing this again. I’m not just playing music in a studio anymore, I’m back on the stage, in front of thousands of people. My heart thrums in my chest, nearly bursting through my ribcage. I hadn’t realized my hands were shaking until I felt Josh’s hand rest top of mine on the neck of the guitar and he gives me a reassuring smile.

“You’ve got this,” He says. “Now come on, the curtain’s about to drop.”

I nod my head and follow him up the stairs and up onto the highrise of the stage. The music intensified and I took in another deep breath and the curtain dropped to the ground, revealing us to the crowd. My eyes scan them all until they land on Thea. She’s up in the suite with the rest of our family. She may be at a distance but I can see the bright smile on her face. I give her a wink before placing my fingers on the strings and playing out the beginning notes of the first song after Josh greets the crowd.

Everything felt the same that it always had. The electric feeling of playing in front of everyone again. I can see all of their smiles and it feels good to feel all of that love again. The only thing different was wearing my wedding band. I had debated on whether or not to wear it, to keep this a secret until we were both ready to share. Thea slid it on my finger as I was getting ready to go out and gave me a small nod of her head and smile before giving me a kiss.

So I kept it on, wearing it proudly to not-so-subtly announce the marriage. Simple yet profound.

Leaving the secondary stage, I begin my trek back to the main stage in front of Danny. When I reach for the hand of an older woman, she smiles gleefully and shouts a congratulations over the loud cheering. I bid her my thanks as I pulled my hands away and went the rest of the way to the stage.

As the show comes to an end, we say our goodbyes and give our bows before heading off the stage. I hand off my guitar before following the guys backstage to the green room. Cheers and applause erupted as soon as we stepped into the room, everyone congratulating us on a victorious return.

I immediately made a beeline for Thea and wrapped her in my arms as I kissed her. “Congratulations baby, you did great.” She says to me, “And by the way, you looked really sexy up there.”

“Was I?”

She nods her head and pulls me in close. “I really need you to tone it down though.. Making it hard for me to pay attention to everything else.”

“Well all of your attention should be on me.”

“Oh you think so?”

I tilt her chin upwards and softly kiss her lips. “I am your husband.. Your attention should always be on me.”

“And what if I wanted to look at Danny?”

“Danny’s not your husband, is he? Nor is the father of this baby, hmm?” She smiles and shakes her head. “Mmm, that’s what I thought. Your eyes stay on me.” I smile and kiss her once more before I’m dragged away to make toasts on a job well done tonight.

“To everyone involved with this tour, nothing would be possible with you,” Josh begins to talk. “And though by the end we will depart and say our farewells for the time being, tonight and the rest of this tour, we shall live it to the fullest, have fun, and make memories. To our family, thank you for joining us all these years and being our biggest supporters. Without you, none of this could have happened if we didn’t have the love from you all. And to Jake,” His hand lands on my shoulder and he raises his glass full of champagne. “This has been the wildest ride we’ve ever been on, and I can’t wait to see what the rest of this tour brings. I have enjoyed every single second of being in this band and living out this dream with you. So.. Tonight and every night moving forward, let’s revel in our festivities and have a grand ole time!”

“Saúde!” I exclaim and thrusting my glass into the air. Everyone repeats before we all take a drink.

Going back over to Thea, I pull her back into my arms. “How about we celebrate alone?” I say. “In about, eh, say thirty minutes and we go back to the hotel room..”

“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”

“Mmhmm..” I hum and take another drink of the champagne. “Like Josh said, live it to the fullest, have fun, and make memories..” I kiss her, sliding my hand down her back and to her ass. “Let’s make a memory.”

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[odigaon]

gym pics

summary: your boyfriend decides to post a not so innocent picture on bubble and you can’t resist him.

pairing(s): oh seungmin x afab! reader

warnings: unprotected sex (i think this is really the only one)

word count: 2.8k

unedited!

Waking up to a noisy notification on your phone was not how you really wanted to start your day. The brief nap you had managed to slip in after getting your daily to do list done ended up lasting far longer than you meant it to and left you feeling groggy rather than refreshed. Blinking your eyes open slowly, you blindly slide your hand across your bed to reach your phone.

Coming to the realization that it was a bubble message makes you smile to yourself, “Probably just one of the guys updating villains on what they’ve done today,”

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the heart attack waiting for you after your phone unlocks and opens to the bubble app.

Your boyfriend Seungmin, shirtless, covered in sweat, and a magic 8 ball sticker covering his face. Holy hell. This was NOT what you expected to wake up to. Frantically closing and reopening the app, you’re met with the same exact sight. Your boyfriend, looking absolutely scrumptious. You admittedly stare at that picture longer than you needed to. I mean, who wouldn’t? Every single villain is probably having the same thoughts about Seungmin that you are right now which undoubtedly makes you a little jealous, however, you can actually do something about it.

Quickly hopping out of bed and striding over to your dresser, you pull out a simple t-shirt that once was Seungmin’s and a pair of exercise shorts. You debate on whether to change your steadily dampening underwear, but ultimately decide to leave it on as a little surprise for your boyfriend. You shoot a quick text to Seungmin to let him know that you had woken up from your nap and were on the way to the company to join him at the gym. After pulling on your clothes and throwing your hair up in a small ponytail you receive a text from your boyfriend.

“oh baby you don’t have to come here if you just woke up! it’s getting late so I’ll probably be leaving here soon anyways.”

A small pout frames your face at that, but you understand that he’s been hard at work all day so you don’t want to keep him there any longer than he wants to be.

“oh okay. do you wanna come over after you’re done? i miss you :(.”

“of course i wanna come see my baby! i’ll be there soon, my love :).”

At that you sigh happily, missing him was sometimes hard on you. Lately with the group’s comeback coming up you haven’t gotten to see Seungmin nearly enough to satisfy your craving for him. Laying back down on your bed, you decide to turn on the TV and wait for Seungmin to arrive at your apartment.

After about an hour, you hear your front door close and Seungmin call out for you, “Jagiya? Are you awake?” Lifting your head up off the pillow and turning down the volume on the TV, you call back to him, “In my room, babe!” You hear his footsteps start down the hall and continuously grow louder until they stop just outside your door.

“Knock knock?” he says whilst pushing your door open.

He softly walks into your bedroom and closes the door behind him, leaving him standing in front of you in a pair of black sweats, a white tank top, and a black jacket. God you could really jump his bones right at this moment.

“You know it doesn’t really qualify as knocking if you don’t actually knock?”

A small giggle leaves him at that. After shucking off his jacket and laying it on your desk chair, he starts to walk over to you to give you a quick kiss before going to shower.

“You comfy in there?”

You sure as hell are. You’ve wrapped yourself in a cocoon of blankets, but little does he know, you’ve given yourself just enough wiggle room to where you can thrust your arms out and wrap Seungmin up before he can run off.

He leans over you and places his left hand next to the right side of your body and his right to the left side of your head.

“Have you had a good day today?” he asks in a soft voice.

“Yeah. I just ran some errands and cleaned up around the house. Dee has been out all day with Junhan.”

“Oh yeah? Well we know what they’ve been up to then, huh?”

You laugh a little at that. Yeah, you know what they’ve gotten up to. The periodic texts from your best friend let you know that they had went out and run some errands of their own, and then went back to the dorm and fucked for hours on end.

Seungmin smiles at you and begins to lean down towards your face to give your long awaited kiss and you decide to make your move.

“OOMF!”

You shoot your arms out of the blanket and trap them around Seungmin’s neck; effectively startling him and allowing you to trap him against your chest for a brief moment. Using all the leverage your body can muster, you roll over with Seungmin so you can trap him beneath you.

“What the h-”

“What the fuck was that picture you sent on bubble today Oh Seungmin? Huh? Do you want me to die? Do you want me to kill YOU?”

His whole chest starts to shudder with laughter.

“Ah I forgot you had my bubble, baby. Did you like it?”

“Did I like it? Are you serious right now?”

You sit up so you’re straddling his abs. Seungmin starts to let his hands travel up your legs and up to your waist where his hands seem to have a mind of their own and begin to rub your hips. It doesn’t even seem like he’s paying attention to you anymore. His eyes have begun to rake up and down your form sitting atop him.

“Fuck is that my shirt baby? And my favorite shorts?”

His hands reach around to grab a handful of your ass. Now this was not a part of your plan. You were supposed to fluster Seungmin and be in control of the situation; not the other way around. The smallest moan escapes your lips and you pray Seungmin doesn’t hear, but unfortunately the way his eyes find yours tells you that he in fact did. His hands travel back to your hips and gently push at them until you’re forced shimmy backwards: directly over his hardening cock that you can feel perfectly through his sweats and your thin exercise shorts. Your tongue darts out to lick your suddenly dry lips before Seungmin sits up and captures your lips with his. A surprised moan leaves you but is muffled by Seungmin’s mouth against yours.

“Mi-Min ah fuck, please,” you whisper after you manage to part from Seungmin for a brief second. You’re not even quite sure what you’re begging him for, but you know what you want the end result to be: his cock inside you.

You feel his hands start to slowly grind your hips back and forth over top his hips. Grunts begin to leave his mouth as he quickens your pace. Your hands begin to fumble around searching for the hem of his tank top. When you finally find it, you begin to frantically tug at it to alert Seungmin of your desire to rid him of it. After finally taking the hint, he pulls away from you in order to pull the piece of clothing over his head and toss it away from your figures. He then goes for the hem of your shirt and tugs it off of you along with your sports bra before pulling you back into him. His lips slowly and sensually move against yours before his tongue slips out to attempt to part your lips. Allowing him entrance, your tongues begin to dance around each other.

Before long, he’s flipping the two of you over and trailing kisses down your body. Quiet moans are leaving you at your boyfriend’s sensual touches. He reaches the waistline of your shorts and you lock eyes with him before he smirks and begins to pull them and your underwear off you.

Spreading your legs so he can get a good look at your pussy, he starts trailing his lips and fingers up and down your inner thighs to tease you.

“Min. Please. I’m begging you not to tease me,” you muster.

“What? My baby doesn’t like it when I tease her?” he chuckles.

“No please Min. I need you.”

At that, he pushes his arms underneath your thighs and throws your legs over his shoulders, grabs your ass, and buries his face in your pussy. God that tongue of his. It’s working magic over your clit and across your folds. His lips then wrap around your clit and begin to suckle lightly while his right hand leaves your ass and begins to make its way to your entrance. His middle finger circles your entrance before slowly pushing in and out to stretch you out and prepare you for a second finger. Even with one finger you’re already keening and beginning to feel the first effects of your orgasm creeping up on you. After pushing a second finger in, you realize that the picture Seungmin posted on bubble must’ve really affected you a lot more than you think. Your orgasm is already fast-approaching and Seungmin isn’t showing any signs of edging you like he normally does.

“Mi-Min ah. I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me baby?”

“Are you gonna let me?”

“I’m feeling nice tonight. Cum whenever you want baby.” he says just before reattaching his mouth to your clit.

That’s all you need to hear before the floodgates are opening and you’re releasing all over Seungmin’s face. He stays between your legs while you ride out your orgasm and only stops once you start to twitch out of oversensitivity.

“Feeling good baby?”

“Yeah,” you moan out, “I want more, Min.”

“More? What more could you possibly want, huh?” he teases.

“Please Min, don't make me beg.”

“I let you cum whenever you wanted. The least you could do is beg for it a little.”

You sigh out. Of course he’s going to make you beg for it. Nothing is easy with Seungmin when it comes to sex.

“Please Min I want it so bad. Wan’ your cock inside me. Wanna cum on your cock and be good for you, please. Wanna make you feel good, Minnie.”

He groans a little at your begging and pushes himself up to strip off his remaining clothes. Afterwards, he kneels in front of you in all his naked glory, with one hand wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping himself to get ready to finally push inside you.

When he finally does, it feels like heaven. The groan Seungmin lets out is magnificent and your pussy is wetly clamping down on his cock and making it harder for him to push further inside.

“Ah ah baby. Relax for me, beautiful. Can’t fuck you how you want if you don’t let me in.”

You whine at that and try your best to relax yourself. Eventually, the tenseness leaves your body and Seungmin promptly begins to slowly fuck into you.

“There we go, baby. I knew you could do it for me.”

You start letting out quiet moans as his cock drags against that especially sensitive spot inside you that only he can seem to find. You feel like you’re already on cloud nine: one orgasm down and another seems to be fast approaching. You let your hands wander up his arms and across the expanse of his back where he feels your nails bite into skin, causing to arch his back and drive a little deeper into you. You bite your lip to muffle yourself, but Seungmin is having absolutely none of that. He just starts fucking into you harder.

“You thought you were gonna come to the gym in those clothes baby? What? Did that picture turn you on so much you started thinking with your pretty pussy instead of this pretty little head of yours? You forget that you’re mine baby. I don’t think I like the intentions you had with wearing that and planning on coming to the gym. You know how many people could’ve seen this perfect ass of yours? How many guys would’ve been drooling over you?”

You can’t even think at this point. The words he says make sense, but seem to go in one ear and out the other. Your nails start leaving bright red lines down his back in attempts to ground yourself in the midst of him fucking you like a slut. Your orgasm that once was only fast approaching, is now leaving you teetering at the edge of a precipice. But you know better than to cum without permission.

“Mi-Min. Minnie. Seu-Seungmin. Can I? Please can I cum?”

“Cum for me baby. Wanna feel you cum around my cock.”

You let go and swear that you black out just a little bit from the intensity of the orgasm. At this point, only high pitched whines are leaving your mouth coupled with the need to feel Seungmin cum inside you.

“Please! Seu-Seungie. Min-Minnie please I need to feel you. Please, please, please…” you babble out.

He lets out a hoarse chuckle at that, “Oh yeah? Does my baby want me to fill her up with my cum? God you’re such a good girl. I love you so much baby. Don’t worry, I'll give it to you.”

After that, his thrusts speed up with the intent to fill you. Your eyes nearly roll back in your head with the force behind his thrusts. Seungmin’s lips find yours as his rhythm becomes sloppy, and with one last thrust Seungmin is sitting up on his haunches while he grinds himself into you in an effort to cum as deep inside you as possible. His grunts and groans are music to your ears and evidently your pussy as well because before you know it you’re coming again. His hands grasping your hips are leaving harsh fingerprint marks that will surely bruise tomorrow, but you could care less.

His hands release their grip on your hips and go back to rubbing your sides and legs.

“You doing okay baby? I wasn’t too rough was I?”

You can barely get the words out but you manage a quiet “Mmhm. Feel good,” and Seungmin smiles at you.

“I’m gonna pull out now okay, baby? I’m gonna grab a warm towel to clean you up okay?”

He slowly pulls out of you and you wince slightly, but Seungmin remedies your pain with a quick kiss on the lips before springing out of bed to go grab the necessary materials to clean you up. After striding out of your room, completely naked and looking delicious enough to have you wanting another round, he returns with a small towel and begins to gingerly wipe the cum and sweat off you while humming softly.

Tossing the cloth off to the side, Seungmin quickly lays down and pulls the blanket over the top of both of you and then opens up his arms as an invitation for you to snuggle into him, which you gladly accept. Burying your face into his chest, you can feel his heartbeat and his breaths becoming slower and longer. You know in your heart that this is where you belong. Right here, in your bed, in the arms of the man you love more than anything in the entire world.

“I love you, Seungmin.” you mumble.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

Just then you hear the front door open and shut. You and Seungmin both look at each other in confusion, before you realize that it’s probably just your best friend/roommate and maybe Junhan.

Your suspicions are confirmed when you hear two sets of footsteps walking down the hallway just before they reach your door.

“Can I come in?” you hear Dee ask through the door.

“Yeah its safe. Be warned I am naked, but I’m under the covers.”

“I don’t know if I want to come in then.”

“JUST GET IN HERE, JESUS.”

Your door creaks open before Dee exclaims, “Why the fuck does it smell like sex in here- Oh god nevermind!” before she’s slamming your door shut.

“YOU COULD’VE AT LEAST TOLD ME THAT THE BOTH OF YOU WERE IN THERE!”

You and Seungmin both erupt in laughter before you turn and snuggle back into him. Yep. This is exactly where you’re meant to be.

a/n: thank you all for all the love on my last post! i hope you all enjoyed this one!

[redneonmoons]

It’s God’s Will [Vash X Reader][3/3]

Word Count: ~4.6k Description: The gang wakes up after a night of celebration. Problem is no one remembers the night and there might have been a wedding? A/N: search history now has ‘wikihow marriage license’ in it cause I don’t exactly know how that works and I’m banking on your guys don’t either lmao. This is written for entertainment value not accuracy anyway. [Part1] [Part 2]

It was another few hours before a doctor came into the room, “Is Y/N here?”

“Yes?” you answered as everyone got up from their seats.

“Can I speak to you privately?” the doctor asked.

“Hey, are you going to tell us if Vash is ok or not?” Meryl interrupted.

“He’s fine, I just need to go over some things with Y/N,” The doctor replied before turning to you, “Follow me.”

You looked back at Meryl and Wolfwood, shrugging as you left the room. You followed the doctor through several hallways. You hoped she was taking you to Vash but was confused on why just you specifically. You doubt Vash would make that request, all of you were friends.

The doctor stopped at a random door and turned to you, “I had to speak with you privately since you’re the spouse—”

“Wait, what?” You interrupted, not believing what you just heard.

“The records say you are married to Mr. Vash,” the doctor said, confused.

“No no no no, there’s got to be some kind of mistake,” you said, waving your hands, “No one even remembers the wedding cause we were all blackout drunk.”

“Well, you seem to remember it and there are official papers stating so. You’ll have to talk to town hall about it if it is indeed untrue,” The doctor continued, “Regardless, let’s get back to Vash. He's stable and resting at the moment, however, we want to keep him here overnight to make sure everything is okay. Are you alright with that?”

“Yes, of course,” you almost couldn’t pay attention as you tried to figure out how your marriage was officiated.

“Do you wish to see him?” the doctor asked.

You nodded as she opened the door for you. The room was bare, just a bed, chair, and nightstand. A radio played music softly and Vash’s coat and glasses were neatly folded and set on the chair. 

You walked over to the bed where Vash slept; the color on his face was still off. You knelt down, holding his prosthetic hand as you watched him slowly inhale and exhale. Your panic from earlier melted away as your brain accepted Vash was okay.

You couldn’t stay forever though, so you got up and kissed Vash’s beauty mark. You immediately felt stupid for doing that and quickly made your leave. Thankfully, you had a good sense of direction as you made it back to the waiting room Meryl and Wolfwood were in.

“They’re going to keep Vash overnight to make sure everything is good,”  you said, “You should be able to visit him. He’s in room 103.”

“What about you?” Meryl asked.

“I need to run an errand, I’ll be right back,” you smiled reassuringly before heading out, “Okay, bye!”

You heard Wolfwood yelling back something but you were already out the door. It wasn’t yet dusk as you hoped town hall was still open. Taking a right, you briskly walked to the center of town.

The town hall was one of the oldest buildings. It was mostly made from stone and bricks with metal additions that were added through the years. You walked up the steps and tried the door. It opened and you entered the lobby. A receptionist looked up from his papers, “How can I help you?”

You walked over to the desk, “Um, I need to check and possibly update my marital records?” you didn’t know how to word the question with such a bizarre situation.

“You’ll need to speak with Ms. Moore. She’s the first office to the left, down that hall,” he pointed and then returned to his paperwork.

“Thanks,” you replied, heading down the hallway.

You found the door with Ms. Moore’s name and knocked.

“Come in!” a cheery voice answered.

You opened the door to find Ms. Moore, a younger woman with her hair tied up in a bun. She was surrounded by file cabinets with pills of files filling up her desk.

“Hello, take a seat, I’m Ms. Moore,” she greeted, moving a stack of files off her desk to the floor next to her, “I’m the familial and martial records archivist. How can I help you today?”

You sat down on the only chair that wasn’t covered in files, “I was at the hospital earlier and they said I’m married.”

“Okay, are you not?” She asked.

You sighed, your head dropping as you realized you were going to have to explain it to her, “A week or so ago my friends and I got blackout drunk and one of them decided to take it upon themself to get me and another friend married. I thought the person who performed the marriage wasn’t an authorized officiant and no one remembered so I didn’t think it was officiated.”

“Interesting,” Moore said, “Can’t say I’ve had this situation before. Let’s check the records for a marriage license. What’s the last then first name?”

“It’s L/N,” you said as the archivist pulled out a drawer and started sifting through the files, “And my first is Y/N.”

“Okay,” Moore drew out as she double checked, “I’m not seeing anything under that, is there another name it could be?”

“I don’t remember the marriage license or signing anything, but,” you paused, hoping Wolfwood didn’t actually do this, “Try Stampede.”

“Stampede, now I remember that,” Moore spun in her chair to another cabinet, “I thought it was an odd last name. Oh, here it is.”

She pulled out a file and put it on her desk, opening it up.

“Okay, here’s your marriage license and it says here your legal name is now Y/N the Stampede,” Moore said.

You facepalmed; you were going to kill Wolfwood when you saw him again. You dragged your hand down your face as you looked at the license Ms. Moore was showing you. There it was, your messy signature along with Vash’s.

“This Nicholas D. Wolfwood, he’s the officiant and the person who decided to get you and Vash married?” the archivist asked.

You sighed, “Yeah, didn’t realize he was authorized.”

“Do you wish to null the marriage?”

You stopped yourself from saying no, “Y-yes. Yes,” Vash doesn’t know, it isn’t fair to him.

“Well, to do that you’ll need to either have your spouse also agree to a divorce or have Mr. Wolfwood nullify it since both of you were intoxicated.”

Great, now you had to pick between a hard place and a rock. You knew your chances with Wolfwood were slim but you definitely didn’t want to tell Vash, especially since he’s still recovering.

“Lovely,” you got up from your seat, “Thanks for the help.”

“You’re welcome, I hope you figure everything out,” Moore replied.

You left town hall feeling drained already. The sun was finally setting as you made your way back to the hospital. You’ve decided to fight Wolfwood tomorrow about the whole marriage thing. You just wanted to be by Vash’s side now.

The hospital was quiet as you walked to Vash’s room. Most of the lights were shut off leaving you with just enough light to see your way through the hallways. You successfully managed your way to room 103 and carefully opened the door so you didn’t wake Vash.

Meryl and Wolfwood turned to you. Vash’s coat and glasses have been moved to the nightstand as Meryl sat in the chair. Wolfwood leaned with his cross on the wall across from Vash.

“Where did you go?” Meryl asked, keeping her voice low.

You didn’t have the energy to reply so you just shook your head and walked over to Vash. He was now lightly snoring which you took as a good sign. 

“Let’s go, Meryl,” Wolfwood said, grabbing his cross and walking to the door, “Give Y/N some alone time with Vash.”

You turned to the undertaker about to retort but he just winked at you and left. Meryl got up from her chair.

“What’s in the box?” Meryl asked.

You slowly looked over at her, “None of your business.”

Meryl looked at you suspiciously but didn’t respond, following Wolfwood. When the door shut, you sighed and pulled the chair up to Vash’s bed. You less than gracefully fell into the chair and set your head on the bed, looking at Vash’s sleeping form. At some point, you fell asleep.

Your back ached as you slowly woke up. You could have sworn you felt someone running their hand through your hair but as soon as you shifted and started stretching out the feeling was gone. You tried to stretch your arms out but were blocked. You opened your eyes to see Vash sitting up in bed looking down at you.

“Morning,” he grinned.

“Mmmm,” you grunted as you sat up, “How are you feeling?”

“Better now,” Vash gave you a thumbs-up, “I hope I didn’t scare you too much.”

“Only the normal amount,” you yawned, covering your mouth as you did so.

A knock sounded on the door and a nurse peaked in, “Oh Mr. Vash, you’re awake. Do you mind if we do a few tests to make sure you’re all set to leave?”

“I don’t mind,” Vash replied as the nurse entered the room.

In the hallway, you saw Wolfwood and you remembered how he changed your last name. Gritting your teeth, you got up and stormed out of the room, wanting to get this over with.

“Oh hey, you look happy to see me,” Wolfwood smirked.

You grabbed his collar and shoved him against the wall, “I’ve about had it with your shit.”

“My shit? I’ve hardly done anything for this amount of aggression,” Wolfwood replied coyly, “Unless there’s something you want to tell me?”

You looked side to side to see some people staring and eavesdropping. You let go of Wolfwood’s shirt and stepped back.

“Let’s go somewhere more private,” you said, walking down the hall.

Wolfwood shrugged and followed after, grabbing his cross.

You found a dead-end alleyway behind the hospital. kicking at the trash on the ground, you turned to the undertaker. He set his cross against a wall and pulled out a cig, lighting it and sticking it into his mouth.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” He said, blowing smoke into your face.

Your nose crinkled as you swatted away the smoke and plucked the cig from his mouth. You dropped it on the ground and stomped on it.

“I don’t believe you when you say you don’t remember what happened that night,” you declared.

“The feeling’s mutual,” Wolfwood replied, “You’ve been acting weird since that night. Now I might not remember what happened but it seems like you do and it has something to do with me.”

You stared at him for a moment, you really, really didn’t want to tell him what happened but you’ve made your bed, now you must lay in it.

“You,” you jabbed your finger on Wolfwood’s chest, hoping aggression would be a better persuader than straight-up begging, “somehow orchestrated a marriage between Vash and I, and now my legal name is Y/N the Stampede.”

Wolfwood stared at you in disbelief before he started laughing hysterically. You crossed your arms as he choked on his spit, still laughing. 

“Laugh it up, asshole,” you deadpanned, if you weren’t so embarrassed by the whole ordeal you would probably find it as funny as the undertaker.

Wolfwood wheezed as he had trouble breathing properly, his hands on his knees. He brushed away the tears forming around his eyes as he straightened.

“You’re telling me, there was a whole ass wedding and no one remembers but you,” he said, coughing as he went into another laughing fit.

“Yes, and the only person who can nullify it is the officiant, which apparently is you,” you replied.

Wolfwood stopped laughing, “Wait, you want me to nullify the marriage?”

“Uh, yeah,” you said, “No one remembers and we were all drunk. That’s not a real wedding.”

“Sorry, it must have been God’s will,” Wolfwood lit another cigarette, blowing out smoke before continuing, “Besides, don’t you like Needle-noggin anyway?”

You felt the blush creep up from your neck to your ears. You opted to stare at an interesting piece of garbage on the ground as Wolfwood waited for an answer.

“Exactly,” he said, your silence confirming everything, “That’s why I won’t nullify it. If you want a divorce you’ll have to tell Vash yourself.”

“You are a fucking asshole, Wolfwood,” you mumbled, your hands curling into fists at your side.

“Tell me something,” Wolfwood ignored your comment, “Do you have those rings in that fancy little box of yours?”

“Are you going to tell Meryl?” you asked in return.

“Nah, even though she totally tried getting into it last night,” Wolfwood replied.

You never could quite believe him but you knew sooner or later it will spill either by your or someone else’s doing, “Yes, the rings are in the box. Along with all the photos.”

Wolfwood chuckled before getting serious again, “You need to tell Needle-noggin. Soon, it’s not very fair to hide this from him, don’t ya think?”

“And it's not very fair to marry two intoxicated people but here we are,” you scoffed.

Wolfwood ignored you and grabbed his cross, walking back into the hospital, leaving you to your thoughts.

You don’t remember how long you stayed out there but eventually, you went back to Vash’s hospital room and helped him check out with Wolfwood. All three of you returned to your temporary house. Meryl had gone shopping for some groceries so the group can make some dinner while Vash recovers. She and Wolfwood were preparing dinner as you sat on the porch staircase, looking out to the endless sands.

You didn’t feel like talking to anyone or doing much of anything since your conversation with Wolfwood. You were embarrassed by how you acted and are still acting. You knew you should have told everyone what happened that night instead of keeping a secret that slowly ate at you from the inside out. But you were always an anxious person and that anxiety makes you do some rash things. Or in this case not do things you really should.

You heard someone walk up behind you. You glanced over as Vash sat next to you on the steps. He gave you an easy smile and looked out at the desert with you. Most of his color was back but you could tell he was still a bit ill, moving more slowly and sleeping often.

“Are you alright?” he finally spoke, breaking the comfortable silence.

“No,” you answered honestly, not elaborating.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Vash asked.

“No,” you sighed, “But I’ll have to eventually.”

Vash leaned into you slightly for a second, giving you a soft smile, “I’ll wait until you’re ready then.”

You don’t know why, but you felt a weight being lifted from your shoulders with Vash’s words. Somehow you kept forgetting that Vash was the nicest person you know and that he’ll understand anything. You just didn’t want to ruin that.

“Thanks,” you smiled back.

“Lunch is ready!” Meryl called from the house.

You and Vash turn to the door before looking at each other. As Vash slowly got up, you rose, your hands hovering around him in case he lost his balance. He didn’t and you both entered the house and walked to the dining room. Meryl and Wolfwood were already seated at one side of the table, so you and Vash sat together. 

Dinner was potatoes, bread, and some type of meat. Vash carefully picked at his food as Wolfwood stole a piece of meat from Meryl’s plate.

“Hey,” she protested, taking a piece of his potatoes as payback, “You got plenty on your plate.”

“Yeah, but you overcooked my steak,” Wolfwood replied.

“You cooked the steak genius,” Meryl retorted, dodging the undertaker’s attempts at more of her steak.

“Guys, c'mon let’s just eat off our own plates,” Vash interrupted, his voice coming out more tired than normal.

The two stopped but not before shoving at each other one last time. You just watched and ate, glancing over at Vash to make sure he was okay. You caught Wolfwood looking over at you and he quickly winked in return. You pressed your mouth into a thin line before going back to your plate, not wanting to give him a response.

“Hopefully that gang will leave us alone now,” Meryl said.

“They better after the hell I gave them,” Wolfwood replied and turned to Vash, “I didn’t kill anyone so be grateful.”

Vash chuckled, “Yeah, thanks,” he paused for a second before speaking again, “I think I’m going to retire. Night, all.”

“Night,” you all chimed as he got up and walked to his room, shutting the door.

You looked back down at your plate and continued eating. When you didn’t hear the others doing the same you looked back up. Meryl and Wolfwood were staring at you, Meryl with a determined look while Wolfwood shrugged at you like he was forced to do something.

“Wha—” you started before Meryl brushed her plate to the side and placed the box on the table. It had been noticeably chipped at.

“What’s in the box?” Meryl asked.

You stilled, glancing over at Wolfwood for any help. He just subtly shook his head.

“None of your business,” you turned back to Meryl. 

“I’m not taking that answer anymore. You’ve been acting weird since that night we all got blackout drunk and as a reporter, it's my job to find out what happened,” Meryl said.

“You’re not reporting that night in the papers so what does it matter?” you asked.

“So you do know what happened?” Meryl pressed, she was standing and leaning over the table now.

“I never said that,” You retorted, crossing your arms and leaning back in your seat as you tried to give an air of confidence.

“You’re hiding something and it's in this box, I know it.”

“Well, it looks like you had trouble getting into it. You know it's rude to take people’s things,” you said.

“Why are you so desperate to keep it a secret?”

“Does it have to do with Vash?” Wolfwood decided to join in.

You scowled at him as he smirked at you. Sure he wasn’t going to tell Meryl but you guess that doesn’t mean he won’t help her. Meryl watched both of you before turning back to you, waiting for an answer.

You sighed, the fight leaving you as your shoulders slumped. You were tired of being embarrassed and made fun of.

“It’s embarrassing,” you started, not looking at the two.

You heard Meryl slowly sit back down, catching your shift from defensive to defeated. Your crossed arms turned to holding yourself for comfort as you prepared to spill.

“First I would like to say this is all Wolfwood’s fault,” you started; if you were going down, you definitely were dragging him with you, “He stole Vash’s arm and sold it for a pair of rings. He, somehow, convinced Vash and I to get married and officiated it, even getting the fucking license and having us sign it.”

“Want to tell Meryl what your new name is,” Wolfwood prompted, apparently very proud of his “creation”.

“Y/N the Stampede,” you mumbled, turning away.

“What was that?” Meryl asked, having not heard you.

“Y/N the Stampede,” you said a little louder, blushing in embarrassment.

Meryl’s cheeks puffed out as she tried to hold in laughter and failed a second later. She slammed her hand on the table, already losing her breath. Wolfwood grinned with her. You just looked miserably at the pair as you waited for them to finish.

After a minute or so, Meryl suddenly looked confused, “Wait, how do you know about this Wolfwood?”

“Y/N told me this morning,” Wolfwood replied, “Trying to get me to nullify the marriage so she didn’t have to tell Vash.”

“What?” Meryl before she turned back to you, “Vash doesn’t know?”

“Of course not, everyone got blackout drunk. I thought it was a dream before I saw the photos.” you replied.

“What photos?” Meryl replied, “You said most weren’t viable.”

You rolled your eyes and took off your boot, grabbing the key and throwing it across the table to Meryl, “I lied.”

She took the key and immediately opened the box, going through all the photos, “Oh my god.”

You put your boot back on as she continued to go through the box. She reached the end of the photos and pulled out the string that held the rings. Wolfwood and Meryl analyzed them for a few moments.

“Why haven’t you told Vash?” Meryl asked, putting everything back into the box.

“Mmmm,” you didn’t answer.

“Y/N,” Meryl pressed.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship,” you answered.

“Why would that ruin your friendship?”

You were not liking this interrogation very much, “Cause I like him.”

“Awww,” Meryl cooed, “Well that’s just perfect you’re already married so you can skip over the dating part.”

“Meryl this is serious,” you warned.

“I know, but you have to admit it's kinda funny,” she said.

“Yes, I know,” you replied, “But since it’s still ongoing and I’m a part of it, it is not exactly funny to me at the moment.”

The table fell silent as Meryl processed everything she just learned and you sat uncomfortable, wanting to crawl into your bed and never leave. Wolfwood got up, grabbed his cross, and left to smoke outside for the evening. Meryl started taking the empty plates to wash and you got up to help clean off the table.

“I’m going to bed,” you said, grabbing the box and key.

You twisted the doorknob all the way and silently opened the door. You carefully shut it behind you as well and walked to the far end where your shared dresser was. You set the box and key on it before resting your hands next to it as you felt your energy drain from your body. You were already drained from your conversation with Wolfwood earlier and now that conversation with Meryl sapped you out of everything else. However, you did feel part of your self-imposed burden lift.

“Are Meryl and Wolfwood giving you a hard time?” Vash asked.

You snapped in his direction, “I thought you were asleep.”

You vaguely saw Vash shrug in the shadows, “You guys were a bit loud.”

“Oh,” you paused, “So you heard us…”

“Not enough to hear what was said,” Vash replied, watching you for a moment, “Is it about that thing you weren’t ready to talk about?”

You nodded, “Yeah.”

Vash didn’t say anything after as you leaned over the dresser still. After a few moments, you finally pushed yourself up and sat on your bed so you could take off your boots.

“Um,” you barely heard Vash as he spoke up again, “If you want, you could lay with me if that’ll make you feel better.”

You couldn’t see his face but you could tell he was nervous asking you. You wanted to question it but you wouldn’t pass on such a nice offer since it’d probably be ruined tomorrow when you tell him what happened.

You must haven’t answered soon enough cause Vash started backtracking, “That is, if you want—”

“Sure,” you interrupted before he could talk himself out of it, “That sounds nice actually.”

You heard him shift as you got up and walked over to his bed.

“It’ll probably be best if you climb over to the other side,” Vash said, in reference to his prosthetic arm.

“Okay,” you replied, carefully maneuvering yourself over Vash and dropping on the left side of the bed.

Once you were under the covers, you wrapped your arms around Vash’s waist and pulled yourself into his chest. Vash stiffed at first before relaxing and wrapping his arms around you, his chin resting on the top of your head. Vash’s fast heart rate eventually steadied as you both lay there. You took a deep breath, taking in Vash’s smell before slowly drifting off to sleep.

You were slow to wake as you felt a sense of deja vu sharing Vash’s bed. You both were still holding onto each other. Vash sturred awake as you leaned back to see his face. He smiled at you before yawning.

“Morning,” you whispered.

“Morning,” Vash replied then chuckled, “This feels familiar.”

You raised a brow at him as he smiled, nervously.

“At the hospital, you fell asleep with your head on the bed,” Vash explained..

The corners of your mouth lifted before you remembered the box and pulled away from Vash; his brows furrowed at your actions, “What’s wrong?”

“Remember when I said there’s something I would need to talk to you about?” you asked, holding your hands to your chest as Vash gently held your waist.

“Yes?” Vash answered.

You jerked your head in the direction of the box and key, “What’s in that box will tell you everything.”

Vash turned around and sat up, leaning over to grab the box and key before putting it on his lap. You rolled over, you didn’t want to see his reaction. You heard the box unlock and its hinge squeak as it was opened. Vash shifted through the photos and picked them up. You tensed up as you heard him make a eek noise while looking at the photos. He shuffled through more and lightly laughed at one. You finally heard the clinking noise of the rings as Vash bought them out of the box.

“I thought it was just a dream,” he said, which made you roll back over.

Vash looked down at you and smiled. Blush brushed his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Rem told me a little about marriages,” he paused, “I won’t mind trying it with you.”

You pushed yourself up, your eyes wide, “What? You like me that way?”

You had forced yourself to doubt Vash would like you that way, you felt like you couldn’t comprehend any other outcome. Now Vash was sitting next to you, saying he wouldn’t mind being married.

His face grew more red before he squeaked, “Yes.”

You grabbed Vash’s cheeks, bringing his face to yours, “Can I kiss you?”

He just smiled and connected his lips with yours. You both held the kiss for a few long moments, your hands moving to Vash’s shoulders. When it ended you looked into each other's eyes.

Vash then turned to the rings, “In that case…”

Your hands left his shoulders as he undid the string’s knot and dropped the rings into his hand. Vash gently grabbed your left hand and slipped on your ring. You followed suit and did the same. You both held each other's hands, looking at the rings.

“There’s something else I need to confess,” you said.

“Oh?” Vash replied.

“Remember that the morning after the party, when we woke up in the hotel room?” Vash nodded and you continued, “we were sleeping in the same bed.”

Vash put a hand on the back of his head, “Oh, I kinda figured.”

“Huh?” you exclaimed.

“I woke up before you then fell back asleep,” Vash explained, “I assumed you were embarrassed so I didn’t say anything.”

You shook your head, smiling, “And I thought I was the one trying to save you the embarrassment.”

You both chuckled before you spoke again, “Guess I’m going to have to live with the name Y/N the Stampede now.”

“What?!”

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