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Fourteen

Kim felt like she had used a whole bottle of hair spray by the time she’d finally gotten some volume to it. Her curls weren’t nearly as noticeable at this length, nor did it want to style in any of the ways that she was used to putting it in. She was so frustrated by the time she was finished getting ready that she thought it would be better to shave it off completely.

“I like it,” Billy said gently as he touched the ends of her hair. He tossed it lightly in his hands, wearing a bright smile on his lips. She shrugged her shoulders, doing her best to smile at his compliment. She still hated her hair and it left her feeling bitter, “You look very pretty.” He mumbled softly, his blue eyes raking over her features as he pressed her lips against hers. She sighed against his mouth, moving her mouth against his eagerly.

“Uh,” Sam’s voice broke them apart, “I figured we could leave early on Saturday morning. I booked a motel about half way, we’d get home later in the afternoon on Sunday.” He told them gently as he began to make himself a cup of coffee. Kim tucked her hair behind her ear, wincing at how stiff and sticky it felt against her fingers.

She felt a flush spreading over her cheeks, although Sam acted unbothered at the sight of them kissing. She honestly wasn’t sure if Billy bothered him or not. He didn’t really bring it up, nor did he ever act like he was upset with how she and Billy acted. She wondered if he cared at all.

“Okay,” She said gently, still hating the idea that they were moving. Max seemed to be just as gloomy over it as well, “That’ll work.” She looked back up towards Billy, noticing the calculated look in his eyes. She was well aware that he didn’t trust Sam, not that she could really blame him. All of his valuables had been locked up, hidden tightly away.

She didn’t know how to explain to Billy that her father really did seem different this time around. It reminded her of when she was younger, far before she noticed the hold his addiction had on him. She’d noticed newer things about Sam as well, such as he was always busy with his hands. He had many crosswords and different puzzles that he searched through. He spent a lot of time outside, collecting more than just rocks and minerals as he’d sketch them into his journal while using another book to identify them.

“Are you ready?” Billy asked softly, looking back towards her. His eyes looked softer this time as he peered at her, but she still noticed the irritation in his eyes. She felt her lips pulling into a soft smile as she nodded her head.

“Yeah,” She nodded her head, glancing towards Sam as she sent him a gentle wave. He still took Max to school, but Billy still liked to insist that he took her. She didn’t mind. She was partially afraid of what Sam might say if they were finally alone, “See you after school.” She said as she grabbed her backpack, wishing she could be a little more cheerful about her sentence.

Billy followed her out the door, taking a quicker pace so he could pull the door open for her. She grinned towards him, her heart fluttering harshly in her chest at his kind gesture. She slid into his car, cushioning herself into the seat. As September grew later, the weather changed as well. She pulled her cardigan closer as she crossed her arms tightly. Traced her thumb across the design, noting the various shades of purples and blues that decorated it. The leaves hadn’t yet begun to fall, but they were beginning to change colors.

“What do you think about all of this?” Billy asks her seriously, looking unsure of what he thought as well. She watched him for a moment, wondering if he even wanted to leave.

“I don’t know,” She said at last, “It seems sudden but maybe he really does want to keep us together.” She shrugs her shoulders softly, hoping that Sam really was trying to do his best for them. She still felt like she didn't trust him and felt even guiltier for thinking like that.

“At least we’ll be out of this shithole,” Billy mumbled, “Thank God.” He said underneath his breath, but part of her was unsure if he really meant his words. She settled back into her chair, watching as the scenery changed around them. She bit her lip as he rested his hand against her thigh, giving her skin a gentle squeeze. She felt warmth beginning to spread through her veins as she turned to look at him, feeling desire beginning to build inside of her.

She slowly slid closer to him, feigning an innocent smile as he looked towards her curiously. She let her fingertips drag across the material of his pants before she moved to his fly and began to work it down. She struggled for a moment, leaving him to lift his hips up to assist her. She bit back a giggle, wondering if he wore his tight pants on purpose. She cupped his dick in her hand, slowly beginning to pump him as she watched his cock began to throb to life.

"Fuck," Billy breathed out, looking down at her as his fingertips tightened across the steering wheel. She watched as he grew in her hand, amusement sparking inside of her as a million questions began to grow inside of her mind. However, she felt like it wasn't the right time to ask how all of this occurred. Instead, she brought her other hand down to squeeze at his warm balls, enjoying the change in temperature, "Mhm, wanna feel your mouth." He told her quickly.

Kim licked around his fat tip, brushing the precum across his skin with her tongue. He groaned as she lightly pumped him in her hand, and she enjoyed the feeling of how warm he felt against her palm. She flicked her tongue across his slit, teasing it as she moved her other hand down to cup his big balls.

Billy gasped softly, his cock throbbing underneath her touch as she wrapped her lips around his thick length. She strained to widen her jaw enough for a moment as she stroked him in her hand, slowly beginning to bob her head up and down the length of his cock. She moved slowly, only taking his cock halfway before she moved back down to his tip.

“Fuck,” Billy cursed, his eyebrows furrowing together as she glanced up towards him. She watched the way his tongue flicked against the corners of his lips, licking away a groan as he struggled to keep his eyes on the road. She felt a warm sensation filling her chest as she rolled her tongue along his heavy cock, “You fucking whore.” He spit out and she fought the urge to move a hand to touch herself.

She hollowed her cheeks, pressing his thick cock deeper inside of her mouth. She moaned softly as she traced her tongue along his cock, licking around her veins as spit began to leak from her lips. Billy groaned, shuffling in his seat like he was fighting the urge to thrust his hips forward.

She twisted her hand around the base of him, letting her drool seep down his cock and coat his balls. His groans were slowly becoming louder, ringing in her ears as she bobbed her head a little faster. She felt her eyebrows knitting together as his tip hit the back of her throat and she shut her eyes tightly, fighting the urge to gag around him.

“Feels so good,” He breathed out roughly, his words lightly broken from the pleasure that he was experiencing. She wished she could make him sound like this all the time. She enjoyed the way he’d whimper and moan underneath her touch. She wanted more of it as her fingers squeezed against his balls, “Dirty little whore.” He mumbled, moving one hand from the steering wheel to grip her ass.

She gagged, sliding his cock further down her throat as she jolted forward in surprise. He groaned louder, his cock sliding against her throat as she slowly pulled away. She gasped, drool falling from her lips and onto him as she roughly pumped him in her hands. She sighed, enjoying how wet and slippery he felt against her.

“Feel good?” She asked gently as she placed a kiss on the head of his cock. She continued to pump him, her eyes slightly widening as Billy traced his fingers along her wet cunt. She could feel the material of her panties sticking to her skin as she slowly rutted herself against his fingertips, “S’nice.” She breathed out, her eyes feeling heavy as she slid her lips around his throbbing dick again.

“It feels so fucking good,” He responded gruffly, lightly grinding his hips up to meet her eager mouth. She moaned, bobbing her head quicker as the urge to taste him on her tongue grew, “So wet.” He sighed blissfully as he slid his fingers underneath the band of her panties. He traced them along her folds, brushing against her clit before he curled two fingers inside of her.

She moaned around his cock as she took a sharp inhale from her nose. She pressed her mouth down further, squinting her eyes together tightly as his cock filled her mouth. Her lips pressed up against his balls, her nose against his tuft of hair as she gagged around him. He exhaled sharply, the car jolting for a quick second as his hips snapped forward. He was pressed in ever further, causing her to gag again as he spilled his spunk inside of her mouth.

She pulled away quickly, her lungs burning from lack of air as his cock slipped from her mouth. She wiped at the corner of her lips, quickly swallowing his cum so she could breathe again. Her cheeks were hot as she panted, giggling softly at the blissed expression that was written across his features.

“You taste good,” She teased him playfully, continuing to wipe at her mouth to make sure she had all of her salvia wiped away. He chuckled, shuffling in his seat as he reached down to adjust himself back into his pants, “I think today will be a better day.” She teased him softly, admiring how handsome he looked.

“Mhm,” He bit his lip as he pulled into the front of the school. He bit his lip, glancing around quickly before he pulled her forward and kissed her roughly. She giggled softly, licking her bottom lip before she hastily pulled away. She could feel her cheeks burning as she confirmed that no one had seen, “Remember, don’t let him be a dick to you. Stand up for yourself, you can do it.” He nodded his head encouragingly.

“Okay,” She said softly, although she didn’t have any confidence in herself. She gripped her backpack, pulling it onto her lap as she glanced over at Billy. She chewed on her bottom lip, figuring that Jason would find some way to make fun of her hair, “I’ll see you tonight.” She said breathlessly, already hating to think about what the day would hold.

“I love you,” He reminded her softly, “Only a few more days and we can start all over.” He tried to sound cheery, but she hated the thought of that too. She wished she was homeschooled suddenly. Perhaps she could convince her father to do that, “I’ll see you tonight.” He smiled, one that she really did return. She really did feel special to have him.

“I love you too.” She said gently before she hopped out of the car. She pulled the backpack over her shoulders and headed in front of the car. She sent him one last wave before she walked inside of the school, feeling a sense of dread wash over her as soon as she stepped through the doors. She spent the first fifteen minutes in the library, wishing that Jason and his friends had developed food sickness and were unable to come to school.

She never got that lucky. Her first class with Jason arrived far too quickly and he seemed to be even more in a mood today. She had shuffled herself between a group of girls, hoping that at least in this position he couldn’t try to stick anything else in her hair.

“I like the new haircut,” He grinned as he looked down at her, his pockets shoved arrogantly in his pockets, “It suits you better.” She breathed out harshly as her heart pumped harshly inside of her chest. She tried to calm herself down, to relax herself but it didn’t seem to be working. Jason headed back towards his friends who were laughing, like he had actually said something funny.

She thought of what Billy said and found herself standing before she knew what she was doing. Her eyes were wide for a second as she clenched her fingers together in a fist. Her face was red as her hands shook and she was sure this was the first time that some people would be hearing her speak.

“Jason,” She drew in sharply, fully aware of the whole classroom turning to face her. Jason quirked an eyebrow, looking at her a little amused as he waited, “You’re a dick. And maybe that’s because yours isn’t that big, but it doesn’t give you the right to be mean to me.” A round of gasps filled the room before it was filled with laughter. Jason’s eyes were wide, looking at her in shock. She breathed in deeply.

“And your breath smells,” She said at last, tilting her chin up and straightening her shoulders out, “So please leave me alone.” She didn’t get to notice his exact reaction before she was getting tapped on the shoulder. She turned, already knowing she was in trouble by the look on Mr. Holt’s features. More snickering followed as she sighed in defeat, pulling her backpack up to her shoulders as she followed him to the principal's office.

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“Why would you say that?” Sam asked as he drove, the car quiet as the scenery rushed past them. She held her backpack towards her chest, the car holding an odd tension. It wasn’t even the afternoon yet and Kim felt like it was dumb for her to miss an entire day of school just because she’d stuck up to Jason. He never got in trouble for any of the things he’d said to her.

“What?” She turned towards Sam curiously, furrowing her eyebrows together in confusion. She wasn’t sure what he meant extra. She didn’t even think she’d said anything bad, not in comparison to the things that Jason had said to her.

“You were very mean to that boy.” Sam said softly, speaking gently as he drove. She felt her jaw dropping, unsure if she was hearing her father right. Jason had been making her life hell for weeks now. She didn’t really say that he had a small penis, only that he was acting like it was small.

“He put gum in my hair. He’s said so much worse to me. I only stood up for myself.” She defended herself quickly, tucking her hair behind her ears as she spoke. She didn’t feel like Sam had a right to scold her when he had no idea what had been happening recently. He hadn’t been in her life for years now, he couldn’t just pick up like nothing had happened. No matter how badly she wanted that to happen.

“Monkey,” Sam sighed deeply. The old nickname pulled at her heart, making her look down towards her shoes, “There’s no telling what that boy is going through at home. You shouldn’t have done that.” He told her quietly, bringing up something that Kim didn’t even consider. She inhaled deeply.

“It doesn’t matter,” She crossed her arms bitterly, “We’re moving anyways.” She mumbled as she looked out the window, wondering if it really would be better. She only had to get to May. Then she would graduate and not have to worry about it.

“But he will remember those words forever,” Sam pointed out in a soft manner. He was wanting her to think about what she did, “Just think about that.” He said in a gentle manner. She huffed in irritation again.

“I didn’t say anything bad,” She mumbled underneath her breath, rubbing her fingertips across her cardigan again, “Just that he might have a small penis.” She mumbled underneath her breath as she chewed on her bottom lip. She was surprised to hear Sam snort. He shook his head and she couldn’t tell if it was because of her words or if he was irritated with the way she was acting.

The car ride turned silent again, tense as Sam drove on. Kim hugged her backpack tighter to her chest, breathing in harshly. She hated how terribly Sam was making her feel. She felt like she was being punished for something small.

“So, Billy,” Sam drew out softly to fill the car ride with conversation, “Your mom really let you two live together?” She felt her eyes widening as she stared out the window, twisting her fingers together as her heart hammered in her chest. She breathed in deeply, doing her best to relax as she reminded herself that it was a simple question.

“Uh huh.” She said gently, hoping that the conversation would go away quickly. She felt like she no longer knew how to speak to her father. So much had passed between the two of them that she no longer felt safe to share anything with him.

“She didn’t have any complaints?” Sam asked, sounding a bit in disbelief. She was sure it was referencing them sharing a room. Sure, that had been pushing it a bit but Sam had yet to protest about that. Kim rubbed her tongue along her teeth, glad that Sam hated Susan enough that he hadn’t gone to speak to her. She didn’t think Susan would expose them, but she really wasn’t too sure. She wanted to keep it all safe.

“No,” She said with a shrug of her shoulders as she reached up to tug at the ends of her hair, “You don’t like him?” She questioned at last, thinking that she already knew the answer. Sam didn’t really make an effort to discuss Billy with her at all. She figured there was a reason for doing so.

“I never said that,” Sam quickly defended himself, looking over a little surprised, “He’s a little brash. I just, I guess I didn’t picture you with someone like him.” Sam said at last, shrugging his shoulders like it wasn’t a big deal. Kim tried not to get defensive so fast, but she couldn’t help it.

“What do you mean?” She knitted her eyebrows together as she placed her backpack on the floor. She turned in her seat, moving at a better angle so she could look at Sam while he spoke. He sighed, dropping his hand against his lap as he glanced towards her again.

“I always thought you’d be with someone that looked a little softer,” Sam nodded his head as he did his best to express his thoughts, “Not so rigid.” Kim felt as if she had just been slapped by the way Sam was speaking about Billy.

“He’s not rigid,” Kim defended Billy hotly, “He’s just been through a lot. He’s kind to me and he loves me. That’s all that matters.” She said quickly, knowing that Billy could look a little rough around the edges from the outside. But he really was sweet and kind. Kim didn’t care if Sam liked him or not.

“He seems close with Max.” Sam said softly. She glanced towards him, trying to figure out what his tone meant. She paused for a moment, feeling like he was searching for something to accuse Billy of.

“They’re good friends,” Kim replied coolly, “There’s nothing to worry about. Billy and I are happy.” She brushed away Sam’s worries, feeling like it was far too late for him to pretend like he cared. Other than the first afternoon he’d returned, he hadn’t offered any explanation over what had changed. Other than the fact he had found a new wife.

“He doesn’t like me.” Sam said briefly as he glanced towards Kim again. She looked at him for a moment, thinking of how desperately she had missed him a few days ago. Now, she was just irritated with him. She didn’t like that he was pretending like he had any say in what she did. He wasn’t around, so he couldn’t judge her for what she’d done.

“No,” Kim nodded her head in agreement, “He doesn’t.” She said stiffly as she pinched her fingertips together again. She looked away from Sam, feeling awkward as she shuffled her shoes against her backpack. She wished that Sam hadn’t been there to answer the phone when the school called.

She felt like Billy had been fairly understanding around Sam. He hadn’t been drinking, in fact Kim hadn’t seen any alcohol in the house since Sam arrived. She appreciated that and grew to appreciate Billy even more. Even if he didn’t like Sam, he was constantly looking out for her. Even Max, though she doubted that he would admit to helping her out.

“Is there a reason for that?” He said after a brief pause, acting like he really didn’t know the answer to his question. She glanced towards him again, feeling a little hurt as she began to open the wound in her heart.

“He knows that you left,” She said underneath her breath, “His mom left him too.” She said at last, speaking a little softer this time around. She still felt bad for Billy. She didn’t understand how Rosemary could just leave him. He deserved to be happy too. She wondered if they would’ve still gotten together had their parents never married. She wondered what he would be like now if he still lived with his mom.

“He’s coming with us then?” Sam asked quietly. She looked over him in surprise, knitting her eyebrows together. She realized then that Sam had never invited Billy to come along. She parted her lips in surprise.

“Yeah,” Kim said quickly, “We’re a package.” She said at last, nodding her head just as fast. She wouldn’t go anywhere without Billy and she knew Max felt the same way, though she probably wouldn’t admit to it. They were all tied together.

“How about pizza and a movie tonight?” Sam replied instead, changing the topic completely. Kim sighed in relief, thankful that the awful conversation was over with. She hoped that Sam realized just how important Billy was to her now. Billy was bound to her in a way that Sam would never understand.

“Sure,” She nodded her head in agreement, “That’s fine with me.” She shrugged her shoulders as she tucked her hair behind her ear again, feeling more relief flowing through her. Sam never questioned too much and Kim was glad to have secrets of her own. She wasn’t sure how he’d react if he ever found out the truth about her and Billy. Not to mention if he knew who Max’s possible father may be.

They fell into silence again, not quite peaceful as he drove around. At first she wasn’t sure how Sam was able to find everything so easily, but then remembered how small Hawkins was in comparison to San Diego. Not to mention that he had always been good at directions.

Kim breathed in deeply as they pulled into Family Video. She unbuckled her seatbelt, watching as Sam shifted and pulled out his wallet. He glanced over at her as he fumbled with more cash than she had ever seen on him before. She felt her eyebrows widen, surprised that he wasn’t blowing it.

“Get whatever you think Max will enjoy,” He paused as he opened his door, “Billy too of course.” He nodded his head. Kim felt a smile pulling onto her lips as she took the money in her hands, glad that Billy was slowly being accepted.

She shuffled into the store with Sam, following behind him as she browsed through the different selections. She debated for a few minutes about renting Romancing the Stone again, but in the end decided to try Blame it on Rio. Sam shuffled behind her in silence.

“They like horror movies,” She said softly, “Do you have any suggestions?” She asked Sam, watching the way he adjusted his glasses over his nose. He thought for a moment as they moved through the different titles.

“Gremlins is always good,” He suggested and Kim had to admit that she didn’t mind that one. Mostly because she thought the little animals were cute, “The Shining?” He asked finally, looking down to her to see if she agreed with it. She shrugged her shoulders, figuring that it was something. She couldn’t remember if Max had watched it or not.

“Sure,” She nodded her head in agreement as he handed her the movie. She glanced at him again, glancing into his warm brown eyes, “Do you want to pick anything out?” She asked, feeling odd for feeling so shy around him. He was her father, there was no reason for her to be acting so different.

“No,” He smiled at her, “These are good enough for me. What about popcorn?” He asked her as they walked over towards the concessions. She nodded her head, suddenly feeling like she was a little girl trudging along after him. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen a movie with him before. She wondered if he had seen many with his new wife and with the kids he shared with her. The thought made her sad. She thought that they had probably seen more of the real him than she had.

“Sure,” She glanced at him again, “Do you know how popcorn was invented?” She asked, suddenly missing Sam’s voice again. He smiled as he picked up a few bags along with a bag of M&M’s.

“I think it was invented with the Aztecs,” He said, looking like he was deep in thought for a moment. He ran his fingers across his stubble as he pondered on it. She looked at the white that was poking through. She hadn’t wanted to admit it, but he had looked much older than the last time she’d seen him, “Do you want to get this? I’m going to see if there’s any Lemonheads.” She nodded her head, trying to snap out of her thoughts as she carried everything in her arms.

She stepped towards the checkout desk, glancing over her shoulder one more time to make sure that Sam really was browsing through the candy. She felt silly, knowing that she was too grown to be worried about him leaving. She breathed in sharply as she turned around, noticing a familiar face.

“Hi,” Kim drew out quietly, still feeling awkward about approaching Steve, “I think this is it.” She shuffled the movies forward, feeling a little tense. She didn’t know how to speak to him, or if she was supposed to. She stared down at the counter instead, beginning to pick the polish from her nails.

“Hey,” He smiled brightly as he began to ring everything up, “Did you have a good birthday?” She was a little surprised at his question, but found herself slowly relaxing. She nodded her head as she tucked her short hair behind her ear again.

“Yeah, it was a lot of fun. Thank you for the card and everything.” She said, glancing up at him. She met his big brown eyes, thinking about how they had once made her stomach churn and her tongue falter. He bit down on his bottom lip as he slowly rang the movies up.

“Sorry you had to spend it with Billy,” Steve chuckled, like it was funny, “He seems like a debby downer.” He mumbled underneath his breath as he began to type numbers into the computer. She looked over curiously, wondering how it all worked.

“He’s not bad once you get to know him,” She said honestly. Steve had an eyebrow raised as he turned towards her again. She smiled bashfully, knowing that it was true. She paused for a moment as something else was weighing heavy on her chest “Steve, I don’t like girls.” She whispered quietly, so quiet that she made sure that no one else heard them.

“Oh,” Steve’s big brown eyes widened, “Oh shit.” His lips were parted, like he had no idea that she was speaking the truth. She felt her cheeks beginning to burn at the way he was staring at her. She shrugged her shoulders softly, trying to do her best to play it all off.

“I don’t know where that came from,” She admitted, wondering if it was more rumors about her, “I mean if I did, which I don’t think I do, Robin would for sure be on the list. I mean I’ve never been with a girl before so I guess I don’t really know, but I’m in a relationship with a guy who I really love so like -” She began to ramble, using her hands to speak as she did her best to explain herself. She didn’t want to be rude, but she didn’t want to think that Robin had a chance either.

“It’s alright,” Steve held a hand up, “I get it.” He said quickly, shutting her down before she began to speak for hours. She felt her cheeks burning even brighter as she nodded her head, grateful that he stopped her from speaking for too long. She didn’t want to make a complete fool out of herself.

“Do you hate me?” She asked him softly, looking up at him in worry. She didn’t know much about Steve, but she didn’t want anyone else to hate her. She was really beginning to get along with Robin as well and feared that this would ruin it.

“No,” Steve said quickly, “I guess I shouldn’t have pushed so hard.” He shrugged his shoulders as he looked away from her. They stayed awkward for a moment as she tried to think of the best way to explain how she felt.

“I don’t want to hurt her feelings.” Kim admitted, worried that she would crush Robin’s heart. Heartbreak wasn’t any fun and she certainly didn’t want to be the reason someone else experienced it. She didn’t want to lead the other girl on at the same time. She breathed out, wishing that things could be easier.

“Are you ready?” Sam approached just as Kim slid the cash over towards Steve. Steve looked up curiously before he began to flip through the cash, counting up the part that he owed her. Kim pulled her elbows off of the counter.

“Oh yeah,” Kim tucked her hair behind her ears, “I was just talking.” She shrugged her shoulders, hoping that Sam hadn’t overheard anything that they’d said. Sam pushed his glasses up again, looking at Steve curiously.

“Oh, you’re one of Kim’s friends?” He asked, tilting his head in interest. Kim felt her eyes widening as she took the money from Steve, wanting to get out of here as fast as she could. She was sure that she and Steve were not friends and really didn’t want him to confirm that in front of her father.

“Uh yeah,” Steve nodded his head, “You could call us that.” Kim picked up the bag, suddenly feeling shy as she met Steve’s smile. She was surprised at his answer, flattered even. It felt nice to have someone else say that they were friends with her.

“Cool,” Sam smiled towards him, “You know, you’re the type that I imagined Kim would be with. Not that there’s anything wrong with her boyfriend but B-” Sam began to ramble and Kim felt her eyes widen as she jolted forward.

“Dad!” She cut him off quickly in embarrassment, before he could spit anything else out, “He’s just, he’s just kidding. Have a good day.” She smiled stiffly, her face burning as she pushed her fingertips against Sam’s back and nudged him towards the door. She moved them forward quickly, ignoring Steve’s curious glances as her heart pounded roughly inside of her chest. For some reason, she didn’t think about Sam talking to anyone about her being with Billy.

“What did I say?” He looked at her confused, “Oh, I see.” He nodded his head, like everything had become apparent to him. She felt her eyes widening in fear.

“You see nothing,” She said quickly, hoping to reassure him that nothing was wrong, “That was so embarrassing.” She muttered as she held the bag close to her chest. She pulled the door open, leaning over the seat so she could put the bag of movies and popcorn in the backseat.

“You liked that boy at one time, didn’t you?” Sam was grinning from ear to ear as he pulled the door open. She looked over the console, sighing in relief as she nodded her head. It wasn’t a lie. She had a crush on Steve once upon a time.

“Yes,” She said quickly, “That’s it.” She agreed as she pulled herself into the chair. She began to buckle herself in, feeling her nerves beginning to slide away. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply.

“I won’t tell Billy,” He said at last, as he climbed into the seat. She grinned in response, but was well aware that Billy already knew, “Why didn’t you give that boy a chance?” He asked as he slowly buckled up in his chair. Kim felt like grumbling.

“He got someone else pregnant.” She said at last, hoping that this would change the topic completely. It didn’t seem like Sam didn’t like Billy, more so that he didn’t trust him. Which Kim thought was pointless. She trusted Billy more than she trusted Sam.

“Oh.” Sam said simply, his eyes a little wide at the thought. She bit her lip, wanting to remind him that Susan was pregnant with Kim far before they got married. She wondered if Sam knew how hypocritical he was acting.

“Could you just,” She breathed in deeply, “Drop me off at the car garage?” She asked at last, thinking that Billy was the only one that could calm her right now. She bit her lip as she thought about how calm the alcohol had made her at the cabin. She shook her head, beginning to scratch at her arm.

“You want to watch Billy work?” Sam questioned. She nodded her head, feeling like that was better than sitting around the house and talking to him. She realized that she missed Sam a lot, but it was like every little thing made her irritated too. She didn’t understand what was boiling inside of her.

“It’s fine,” She shrugged her shoulders, “I can work on homework.” She didn’t think that Billy would mind if she did that. Nor did she think that any of his coworkers minded. They were all fairly nice.

“Why don’t you practice driving? I can teach you,” He said with a smile, looking a little thrilled at the idea, “I’m excited for you to see your car.” She nearly hated to tell him the truth, but she didn’t want it to be apparent that she was lying about driving too. In all honesty, she was excited about having her own car.

“I’m excited too,” She said gently as she twisted her fingers together, “But Billy already taught me how to drive. He set my test up for Friday.” She said as softly as she could, hoping that she wouldn’t offend Sam. In her defense, it was already two years past when she could’ve gotten her license. It was almost silly to suggest that she wouldn’t have practiced at least a little bit.

“Oh,” Sam nodded his head, a look of disappointment crossing his features, “I could take you up there.” He suggested lightly. Her mouth felt dry as she thought about it. She was already nervous about taking the test and didn’t think that Sam being there would help her any. Billy always made her calm; she wanted him to be there with her instead.

“You don’t have to,” She reassured him, not wanting to hurt his feelings either, “I’m sure Max will want to see you.” She said, knowing how excited Max was with Sam being there. Kim felt guilty suddenly, so guilty that it made her sick to her stomach. She needed to tell Max what she knew.

“I’ve seen a lot of Max,” He was speaking just as soft, “I’m very grateful for that. I’m not complaining, I’d never complain about spending time with her-,” He sighed to stop his rambling, “I only meant that I haven’t had much time with you.” He said at last, glancing towards her. She felt sick all over again, but in a whole different way.

“I guess we’ll have a lot of time in San Diego.” She suggested, unsure of how she was supposed to take the tension out of their relationship. She chewed on her bottom lip, fearing that she was being too harsh to her father. She didn’t think it was a bad thing to keep him at a distance, just to protect herself.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed as he turned his attention back towards the road, “We’ll have plenty of time.” He nodded his head and reached for the dial on the radio.

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“Hey,” Billy looked at her worried as she approached him. She held onto her backpack straps, smiling bashfully, “You’re out of school early.” He looked worried suddenly and she figured he was right about that. She pulled a smile to her lips, hoping to diminish his worries. Nothing bad happened today.

“I told Jason he had a small penis and they sent me home early.” She said quickly, almost too quick. She blushed, realizing she was speaking a little too loudly as one of his coworkers turned towards them. He chuckled before turning away. Billy paused as he wiped his sweat away with his forearm.

“What?” He laughed looking at her in disbelief, “You really said that?” He asked in shock as he set down the tool he was holding. She looked away quickly, wondering if it was some forbidden thing to talk about a guy having a small penis.

“I already got lectured about it,” She mumbled as she shuffled her shoes into the hard floor, “I feel bad.” She admitted, thinking about Sam’s words. Billy tilted his head towards her, looking at her curiously. She noticed them that he looked amused as well, a hint of pride in his eyes.

“Don’t feel bad,” He said seriously, shaking his head like it was ridiculous for her to suggest, “Maybe the asshole will leave you alone now.” He mumbled as he began to wipe his dirty hands clean with one of the towels resting near his station. She stared for a long time, watching the way he twisted the towel around his thick digits.

“But what if he has a bad home life?” She whispered softly, glancing towards him as the thought continued to echo in her mind. She really didn’t want to be mean. She was just so frustrated earlier. Now, she was regretting it entirely. She inhaled, thinking about how awkward it would be in class the rest of the week.

“Doubt it,” He nudged her forehead softly with one of his clean fingers, “Wanna take a break with me?” He asked her and she nodded in response. She slid her backpack off of her shoulders, following him out the door.

“Just think,” She said softly as she leaned against the wall with him. She watched as he pulled out a cigarette, “We’ll be in sunny California soon.” She didn’t mention how gloomy San Diego could get too. It was better than Hawkins, she was sure of that. It especially didn’t get as cold.

“Have you told anyone about moving?” He asked after he took a drag from his cigarette. She watched how the smoke easily rolled off of his tongue. She had an urge to lean forward and kiss him, to taste him on her tongue.

“No.” She answered finally as she tore her eyes away from his pink lips. She glanced down a little bashfully, knowing that she probably should’ve told at least Addi by now. In her defense, she had been forced out of school early today. “Kim.” Billy told her softly, the tone of his voice making her drag her shoes along the ground. She glanced towards his observant eyes.

“I know,” She sighed heavily, “I just don’t want it to be true.” She admitted at last. She wasn’t sure how she would get along in another school. Especially without Addi. She had been her only friend for so long.

“You like it here?” Billy knitted his eyebrows together, looking at her in disbelief. She peered at him, fighting the urge to smile at how horrified he looked at the moment. She shook her head softly, diminishing his concern.

“I like that it feels like I have friends, real friends,” She said at last, thinking about how nice it was at lunch the other day. It even felt nice to have Steve refer to her as a friend, “Not like the girls back home.” She admitted, rubbing her arm as she temporarily thought about Cindy and her other so called friends. She was worried that she would run into them again.

“I bet these friends will keep in touch,” Billy promised her softly, his blue eyes soft as if he understood what he meant, “What do you want to do for dinner tonight?” He asked as he stomped his cigarette out. She bit her lip, thinking about how they’d been cooking dinner together nightly. Billy really was a good chef.

“We’re having a movie night with pizza,” She said softly, smiling at the way his eyes narrowed, “I think daddy feels bad.” She admitted slowly as she pressed her thumbs together slowly. Billy turned to face her, his shoulder resting against the wall.

“He should.” Billy said simply. Kim sighed as she nodded her head, knowing that there were plenty of things for Sam to feel bad about. Still, she didn’t like to make Sam feel guilty. She already felt awful for how she had been acting earlier.

“I feel so angry with him,” She said at last, feeling a ton of emotions rushing forward at once, “He just thinks he can take us back to California like he didn’t leave us behind before. I don’t know how to talk to him.” She spit out all at once. She was worried about being left alone in California. At least here they had some kind of support with their friends. She was afraid to go to California and have nothing.

“Have you told him that?” Billy asked, looking a little surprised at what she had to say. She shook her head no bitterly, knowing that she didn’t have the guts to admit that to Sam, “Try talking to him.” He spoke softly, like he was giving her the gentlest push forward. She breathed in through her nostrils.

“It's hard,” She replied, although he looked like he disagreed. She thought that it would be similar to him trying to talk to Neil about what Neil had done to him, “He just doesn’t like to talk about stuff like that.” She said honestly. They were both similar to not wanting to confront anyone about serious things like that.

“Probably not,” He agreed as he linked his fingers through hers, “He knows he’s in the wrong. And a pussy.” He said at last, nodding his head like it was the final word. She shook her head, a smile forming on her lips.

“Billy,” She shoved him gently, giggling, “Stop it. I’m being serious.” She told him as she looked up into his pretty blue eyes. She wondered when they had gotten so close to one another. She looked over the freckles on his cheeks and nose, then at the hair that decorated his upper lip.

“So am I,” He said more seriously as he held her hand to his chest, “You’re very forgiving.” He was leaning over her as she spoke. She felt her heart fluttering in her chest as jolts of electricity raced up her arms. She wondered how his touch still affected her in such a manner.

“You are too,” She said, tilting her head as he turned away with a snort, “You are. You just won’t admit it.” She let her hand drop from his chest, wishing that he would believe her. He was still seeing Neil, it really wasn’t that different from her letting Sam back into her life.

“Mhm,” He said softly, still looking like he didn’t believe her, “Do you want to help me?” He asked her, looking curious at what her answer would be. She looked at him surprised, her eyes widening a bit in interest. She wasn’t sure that she cared about getting dirty, but working with Billy seemed to be a fun idea.

“Can I?” She questioned him seriously, wondering if she would even be allowed to do so. She didn’t want him to get in trouble with his boss, but she was curious to know how a car worked. Billy nodded his head.

“Yeah, it’ll be easy,” He said eagerly as he opened the door for her. She walked inside, glancing back at him in interest as she waited to know what they would be working on, “I just have to change some brake pads. You can get in the car.” He said as they walked back to the car he had been working on.

“I’ll just sit in there?” She asked him, feeling a little disappointed that she didn’t get to do anything cooler. Her reaction must’ve been obvious by the look of amusement that crossed his features.

“No,” Billy chuckled as he pulled the door open for her, “I need you to press down on the brakes.” He explained easily. She smiled, thinking that it sounded a little better than just sitting there.

“Oh,” She said with a nod of her head, “I can do that.” She insisted, feeling like that sounded fairly easy to do. She sat down in the car, beginning to pull the seat belt over her before Billy stopped her.

“You don’t have to do that,” He grinned as he let the seat belt slide back into place. She blushed a little bit as she nodded her head, pushes her short hair from her face, “The car will be off.” He said quickly, nodding his head as if to confirm with her that the car would stay off. She bit her lip.

“Heard loud and clear,” She told him seriously as he shut the door. She grinned as she rested her hands on the car steering wheel, thankful that he was letting her do something he enjoyed with him, “Do I press down now?” She asked once he disappeared underneath the car.

“Yeah,” He spoke a little loud. She giggled at the sound of his voice coming from underneath the car, “Press down now.” He repeated and she followed his command. She waited for a second before she pressed her foot down harder on the brakes. She gripped the steering wheel a little tighter as she waited.

“You’re sure you’re hitting the brakes?” She heard at last. She glanced down between her feet, nodding in confirmation that she was pressing down on the brakes. She looked up again, glancing out the window but was still unable to see him.

“Yes,” Kim said confidently as she pressed down harder, “Do you see it now?” She asked, unsure of what was happening underneath the car. She wondered if it was really that easy to see if someone was pressing down on the brakes.

“Stay just like that,” She listened as he slid underneath the car and rose. Her eyes followed his movements as he opened the front door and bent inside to peer down at her feet. He bent further, his hand taking a hold of her ankle and lifting it, “That’s the gas.” He told her softly as he moved her foot onto the brake pedal. She flushed, feeling a bit dumb.

“I knew where it was,” She tried to answer confidently, though she had a feeling he could see right through her, “I was just testing you.” She replied sheepishly, wondering if she should really be trusted on the streets. Billy nodded his head, chuckling a bit.

“I know you were,” He reassured as he poked her nose gently, “Keep your foot on that pedal now.” He clarified as he shut the door behind him again. She watched as he walked away and disappeared again. She kept her foot on the gas, leaning her head forward to rest against the steering wheel as she groaned in embarrassment. She wasn’t sure how people were so smart with cars when they seemed so complicated.

It only took about ten minutes for Billy to get it fixed before he was rising again and letting her know that he was finished with that task. She still had a bashful smile on as she rose from the car, wincing over the situation once again.

“Sorry,” She mumbled as she held her hands over her chest, “I don’t know if I’m ready for my test.” She admitted at last, wondering if she should’ve practiced driving a little more with Sam earlier today. Billy knitted his eyebrows together as he peered at her.

“Why are you sorry? It happens to the best of us,” He shrugged her off as he returned his tools onto the desk. His features were light and airy as he peered at her, “You’re more than ready. Don’t doubt yourself.” He reassured her. She wondered if anyone else believed in her the way that he did.

“Yeah, sure,” She shrugged her shoulders as she looked away from him, suddenly feeling shy, “Maybe I just need to practice helping you more.” She teased him lightly as she looked back towards him. She liked the light smile that was plastered on his lips as he watched her.

“I’m fairly good at teaching you stuff, yeah?” He bit his lip, looking quite pleased with the way she squirmed underneath his gaze. She rubbed her elbow softly, giggling softly. She couldn’t deny him that fact at all.

The next few hours passed blissfully long as Kim caught up on her homework, staying to herself as she waited for Billy to finish. Person after person left before he was the only one that remained with her.

“Can you help me with this?” He asked. She nodded her head, walking towards him curiously. She looked at his hands, noticing that they had been scrubbed clean.

“What is it?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows together as Billy's hands moved to her waist. Her eyes widened as she was lifted onto the hood of the car. She giggled, shifting a bit as she tried to get herself comfortable, “What are you doing?” She asked.

“Repaying you,” He said simply, looking at her with a smirk as he slowly rubbed his fingers against her panties. She breathed out in awe, gaping as he ripped her panties in half. She squealed, looking at him surprised as he discarded the material, “I’ll get you a new pair.” He replied cheekily as he dipped between her legs.

She was unable to protest as his lips peppered against her thighs, tickling her skin softly as he sucked and licked at her thighs. She breathed in deeply, leaning back a bit as she glanced around to confirm that they were the last two that remained.

His lips pressed against her clit softly, giving her the softest kiss before he dragged them against her folds. She moaned, licking her lips as he lightly sucked on her pussy. She rolled her hips forward slowly, enjoying his warm tongue against her skin.

“Feels good,” She whimpered as he shifted her up higher on the hood of the car. She sighed, her legs parted widely as he flicked his tongue over and across her wet folds. She rolled her hips forward blissfully, her fingers linking in his sweaty curls, “Oh god.” She moaned, rolling her hips forward.

He groaned against her drenched heat, his tongue dipping along her slit and up towards her clit. He peered up at her with dark eyes, keeping her legs spread further apart as he puckered his lips around her clit. She whimpered at the feeling, jolting at how good it felt.

He groaned as he pulled away, his lips wet with slick as he stuck his pinky finger in his mouth. He watched her as he swirled the finger around in his mouth, wetting it before he dipped it between her ass cheeks. She gasped, sitting up a little bit as he slid it inside of her puckered hole.

“Billy,” She shivered at the sensation, her eyes widening as he slid two fingers into her cunt at the same time, “Oh. Oh, Billy.” She breathed out harshly, her chest feeling tight as he curled his fingers against her wet walls. She whimpered, her fingers tangling in his hair again as he began to lick at her pussy again.

Her nipples felt unbearably hard against her clothing as she rocked her hips forward, her bottom dragging against the hot hood of the car as she began to grind against his fingers and mouth. He grumbled in response, using his other hand to hold her still as he languidly licked her clit. His movements with her fingers became more intense, rocking them deep inside of her.

Her head fell back as her fingertips curled up against the hood of the car. She whimpered, fighting the urge to jerk her hips forward as Billy’s tongue roughly flicked against her sensitive clit. She sighed, her lips parting at the bubbling pleasure that was building deep inside of her tummy.

“S’nice,” She spit out, her toes curling inside of her shoes as Billy’s fingers curled up against her bundle of nerves. She cried out, enjoying the way his tongue moved across her wet pussy. She listened to the way her wetness coated his fingers, how it dripped down his skin as he continued to fuck them into her, “Gonan cum.” She hissed, her hips jerking forward even under his strong grip.

He moved his fingers harder, pressing them deeper inside of her as he continued to stretch both of her holes out. She whined, feeling like she was coming undone sooner than not from how stimulated she was at the moment. She licked the corners of her mouth, trying to keep from drooling.

“Billy,” She chanted, her mind feeing fuzzy as she tried to grind up against him. He pressed down her hips harder, holding her still as he quickly removed his fingers from her drenched holes. He moved his mouth away, rubbing her clit furiously the same way he’d done on her birthday, “Oh, fuck!” She whined, her muscles clenching tightly together as she gripped his forearm. She cried out, her legs trembling as the muscles inside of her exploded.

She squirted again, making a mess all over the hood of the car as she continued to writhe and wiggle against his hand. Her eyes crossed as she moaned loudly, her legs trembling and snapping together from Billy’s tight hold.

“Fuck,” He breathed out in awe, his eyes looking dark and full of lust, “Holy fuck.” He leaned forward, gripping the base of her neck to kiss her harshly. She moaned against his tongue, tasting herself as her tongue poked and prodded against his. She whined, rubbing her hands along his chest.

“S’lot,” She giggled shyly, still feeling a little intimidated by the action, “Messy.” She said simply, her mind feeling too fuzzy to create full sentences. Billy chuckled, licking his bottom lip.

“It’s fucking hot,” He stated and she could tell that he really meant it by the bulge that was formed in his pants, “C’mere.” He gripped her hands, slowly helping her slide off the other side of the hood. She stood on trembling legs, giggling as she kept a tight grip on him.

“Hi,” She breathed out, her chest flush against his as their lips were nearly pressed together, “I want you.” She mumbled, pressing herself closer to him. She didn’t care if she got his uniform all wet. She wanted to feel his cock stretching her cunt instead.

“Mhm,” He mumbled softly as he dragged his lips against hers, “Tonight.” He promised, earning a soft groan from her. She pressed herself against him again, hoping that she could change his mind.

“You’re a little cock slut,” He smirked at the way she squirmed in response, “Be patient. It’ll be better that way.” She nodded her head, although she wasn’t happy with his answer. She peppered kisses along the side of his mouth.

“Be good to me,” She teased lightly as she dragged her teeth along his skin, the same way he’d done to her before, “I want you so bad.” He groaned softly as he moved his hand down, cupping her ass in his large hands.

“You’ll have me,” He promised, peppering a kiss against her lips, “You always have me.”

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CHAPTER SEVEN

Pairing: Simon Riley aka Ghost x Original female character

Warnings: Nothing here, except language and ghost being a bitch and OC being a slut for him lmao.

Chapter Summary: As Laura prepares for the mission that will put her a step towards home, she makes a dazzling realization. She might actually see Ghost’s face.

A/N: Wow, this took forever. I am so sorry?????

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Taglist: Open

Will be posting on AO3. IF ONLY I CAN FIGURE OUT HOW IT WORKS LMAO.

Chapter seven

He was blonde. I couldn’t get that out of my head, the way his sandy locks had turned a darker shade of honey under the water’s jet. His light eyelashes and his slightly darker brows. The blue of his eyes, the shade of a calm ocean tide.

It was like staring in the mirror and not recognizing myself. Simon - that was his name - who could tear someone to pieces and take what he wanted from others and drain the blood from someone’s face with a simple look, was blonde.

It was the one and only thing rattling the inside of my skull for the last two days. Not the fact that his fingers were skilled or one had been wedged between my thighs or that his mouth was soft and plump. Not that his body was perpetually on fire or that his teeth had left little half moons on the flesh of my shoulder. Or that he tasted like ash and something sweet.

He was fucking blonde.

I don’t know, honestly, what I had expected from Ghost - well, Simon. Maybe thick dark locks and black eyebrows to match with that awfully blank stare of his. Maybe even a light shade of chocolate brown.

But not blonde.

It softened him, even if I knew what he was capable of. How strong he was. How fast, cunning, tactical he could be. The fact that his hair was just short strands, curling around his ears, and blonde!

And not sunny, beach blonde. Not pastel yellow or close to white. He had a special kind of shade, somewhere between hot sand and honey coiling around my finger.

I had only seen his hair for a very split second, distracted by the masterpiece of his body, but it had just stuck with me.

After Simon - oh, God his name was so sweet - and I’s encounter in the bathroom showers, I could barely bring myself to look at him.

Yes, he’d culled the most luscious, lascivious sensations out of my skin, deep from within me, like a tide to the moon. But cumming for him, at his command, from his ministrations on my body, had felt like I was a marble dropped into water.

It was a failure to myself.

Even if it had felt so good, so right, even if I’d initially ran and refused and been turned to putty in his hands. Even if he’d understood me so easily, so pathetically, and yet so perfectly - it was utter failure.

I needed to win. And I would.

Soap was walking me through the plans of this operation. The one they called Starlight.

He’d been silent with me at training these past two days. Not silent silent, Soap wasn’t capable of being mute, but he was less chatty, less friendly. He kept a safe distance from me, as if I was riddled with the black plague and this was 1388.

“Management isn’t roped in on this,” he said, going through his notes. We were sitting in the RV, night creeping and whispering around us with crickets and a far away, numb noise of a drone. “So don’t trust anyone. Keep your eyes behind your head.”

I snorted.

“So to speak, pumpkin,” Soap muttered, head in his hands. I reached over and touched his elbow, summoning his gaze back to me.

His skin was soft, chiseled with hair, and he looked up between his fingers at me.

“You doing okay?” I asked.

I wasn’t blind. I’d seen the blue smudged under Soap’s eyes, the fatigue dragging Alejandro’s face downward, and even Gaz and Laswell were dragging their feet. This operation, this mission to catch an elusive criminal, was taking a toll on the team.

Soap’s mouth curved into a shy smile. “Yeah,” he said, yawning, poorly hiding it behind his hands.

“Maybe we should sleep?” I suggested.

For a moment, Soap just stared. We’d been at these plans for the better part of the night. No one had bothered showing back up after supper - some sort of ladies night happening at the bar that Gaz and Alejandro were really into. So Soap had thought it would be best to walk me through the plans, get me used to what I was supposed to do.

But Soap was getting sleepy and grumpy, and the more questions I asked, the easier it was to get him angry.

I moved my hand away, but he caught it, lightning quick. Slamming his hands onto my fingers and holding onto it.

“Laura, I - I wanna ask you somethin’?” It came out as a question, but my head cocked with curiosity. His fingers were burning, wrapped tightly around mine, sitting numbly on the table. He bit the inside of his cheek. “What did Ghost do to you?”

I tried jerking my hand away, but Soap held on, bruising grip, forcing my entire arm to lay flat on the wood of the table. Although Soap let off some other kind of vibe, the goofy kid with a lopsided smile and an easy laugh, he was smart. He was the smartest person I’d ever met - and never let anything slip past him.

Frowning, my breath almost knocked out of me, I said, “nothing.” As if I meant it. As if Ghost hadn’t actually done something to me.

My entire body lit up, flames licking up my sides, burning up to my cheeks, and Soap must have noticed because he grimaced and shook his head.

“You won’t even look at him,” he continued. “Should... should I be concerned?”

“No.”

“Then why are you pulling your arm away?”

I fidgeted in my seat. “Soap, it’s no big deal.”

He laughed. The asshole actually laughed. “Then tell me.”

“No!”

“Are you a little prudish?”

I reached over with my other hand, my clumsy hand, and slapped him. And just at that moment, the door to the RV swung open, but I didn’t hear it, and continued slapping Soap clumsily on the side of the head. He laughed, barely evading my blows, holding me by my other hand.

“You’re such a dick!” I exclaimed, grabbing onto that mohawk of his and trying to slam his head onto the table.

I should’ve known I was not going to be satisfied with what came next.

I was yanked from the table, my hand snatched from Soap’s, and a pair of arms wrapped under my breasts, hoisting me up. I screeched, trying to kick Soap, but my assailant - and I had a good idea who it was - just pulled me right across the table, throwing Soap’s notes to the ground.

I landed awkwardly onto the ground, butt first, heels scrambling on the carpeted floor of this fucking RV. I held onto Ghost’s forearms, nails digging into the fabric of his black hoodie. He hauled me up and onto my feet.

I tried slapping Ghost, aiming my open palms over my head and at his masked face, but he just grunted and grabbed both wrists and trapped them between my chest and his.

“Why are you assaulting my Sergeant?” he asked, his voice low, grunted through clenched teeth.

Soap chuckled.

“He called me... he called me prudish,” I spat back, trying to pull my wrists free but Ghost took a step towards me and I took one back. The edge of the counter came brushing against the base of my spine. Nice. Trapped again.

Ghost was so immense in the tiny space of the RV, taking up most of my vision with the width of his shoulders and chest.

I tried not to look into his eyes, into those baby blues, but he was just standing there. Looking.

So I did. I dragged my gaze up until he was piercing holes inside my face.

“Well, you are,” he said, and I saw a glint in his eyes, as if this was amusing. I pulled but he held on.

“No.”

“Prove it.” I turned, facing Soap, who’d just said that without humour, without a hint of a smile on his face.

I felt Ghost let out a chuckle against me. “She’d never,” he said.

I opened my mouth to speak but Ghost’s hand shot out, grabbing my jaw painfully, holding my mouth open like a fish. I saw his eyes dart to my mouth, to my tongue. Then he dragged his gaze back to mine. “Whatever you’re about to say, save it.” He paused, watching me struggle to close my jaws. “Don’t tempt me,” he said. “Don’t tempt us.”

He let go of me and lazily walked back to the room. I watched, breathless, jaw aching, as his shoulders swayed, his form sauntering away until he closed the door to the room.

I turned, half expecting Soap to be laughing at Ghost’s cruelty. But he was just sat there, watching me with impossibly dark eyes, an impenetrable stare.

“Soap?” I asked, my voice small.

I wasn’t liking this. But I wasn’t hating this. My skin crawled with goosebumps as Soap got up, slowly facing me. Something akin to flames, like embers, was brewing low in my belly.

Shit.

“Let’s go get some sleep, huh, pumpkin?” He jerked his head towards the room, where Ghost was sleeping, where I was supposed to fall asleep as well.

Numbly, I followed Soap. He opened the door for me, darkness greeting us both as we slinked in. I heard the rustle of his shirt coming off his chest, the sheets as he climbed into his bed. I listened to the creaks in Ghost’s own bunk, to the breaths of two men obviously not sleeping as I went to the corner and felt around for my pijamas.

I listened to the dark, to Soap’s quiet but rapid breaths, to Ghost’s sheets hissing as he moved.

I quickly changed, leaving my jeans and shirt on the floor, and quickly climbed into bed.

I had trouble finding sleep, staring at the dark, pretending not to imagine what Soap would feel like. What Ghost would say if I touched him or Soap or both.

And something rang deep in my head, low in my belly, throbbing between my legs.

Ghost had said don’t tempt us. Us.

Fuck.

***

The truth about men was fairly simple. They were immortal beings until faced with the inevitable death of their hearts. They thought themselves painless, fearless until the sting of a blade kissed their flesh.

Or until some bratty girl with midnight hair became the only girl on base to hold the entirety of their appetite.

Ghost wasn’t stupid. And he wasn’t blind. He’d seen his own subordinates, trained privates, Navy Goddamned Seals battle hardened and insensitive, fall to their knees at the mention of pussy. And he’d seen them all give eyes to Laura, to the beautiful civilian American girl with black hair and a blacker stare.

But she was his. And she’d remain his until he decided otherwise.

“L.T?”

Ghost turned his head, meeting Soap’s gaze. The latter inclined his head. “Are we getting Laura for this?” he asked.

Ghost shook his head. “All she needs to do is get in there and identify him,” the shadow said. Alejandro shook his head, leaning back on Laswell’s desk.

They had gathered here again, a little after breakfast and their morning training. Laswell had asked them to prep her and brief her on Starlight. Only Ghost had a real plan.

“We go in there as civilians,” he continued.

“We can’t be armed,” Alejandro said. “They’ll check us at the door, perros.” His lip twitched on the last word.

“We don’t need to go in armed,” Ghost said. “But it doesn’t mean we can’t arm ourselves inside.”

Laswell prickled up from behind her desk, pushing away dirty, greasy bangs from her eyes. “We can’t let Laura bring in the guns,” she sighed. “They’ll check her too.”

And just the image of some dogs pressing their hands on her made Ghost suck his teeth.

“We need to pull together a stealth operation,” he said. “We get some of our guys to go in during the day and stash the guns. When the club opens, we find the guns, let Laura identify Alvarez, and then we take him down.”

Soap shook his head. “His guys will have AKs if not automatics,” he offered. “We’ve got no chance if we can only get handheld guns in there, sir.”

“He’s right,” Laswell mumbled.

“Then we get rifles in there,” Ghost insisted.

Laswell sighed and slowly nodded. “Alright, Lieutenant, but please, do not add civilians to our casualties.”

Ghost nodded. “Yes, ma’am, I’ll have a team ready to go in this afternoon. We can have Laura ready for tonight.”

Alejandro pushed himself from the desk. “I’m still not fine with allowing a civilian girl into the crossfire, hermano.”

Ghost took a step towards him. “You want to catch Alvarez?” he asked. “You want to end this mission, go home, allow Laura back to her normal life?”

The other man took a breath in, calming the fire rising in his temples. “I do, but-”

“Then there’s no but, Vargas.” Ghost stood like a brick wall. “We get Alvarez, we shut down his entire ring, and we get the girl back to America.”

Ale nodded, even though Ghost could tell the man wasn’t happy with the idea, given his pursed lips. “She needs to be protected at all costs,” he said, silently, as if the idea itself was blasphemy.

Ghost stiffened. “She is.”

Laswell stood, knuckles on her desk. “Laura is our priority,” she said. “If she’s in any danger, it is your solemn order to protect and get her out alive. If anyone at the white house hears wind that we put an American girl’s head on the platter for Alvarez, they’ll have all our jobs.”

Ghost bit into his cheek, suppressing the urge to tell everyone that she was his priority. And no one else’s. But by the way Soap, Alejandro, and Gaz all nodded solemnly, they’d made Laura their sole mission too.

***

“Tonight?” I asked. Something akin to fear thudded, throbbed in my throat. Oh shit, I was going to vomit.

Soap nodded, stepping into the RV, followed by the whole gang; Alejandro, Ghost, and finally, Gaz. I backed up, allowing them space to file in and take a seat at the table, or like Ghost preferred, standing and blocking the only exit to the RV.

Soap was the first to talk. “We got guys stashing weapons in there for us.”

I turned to look at him. “As if that’s going to make me feel better.”

“You’ll be on comms with us,” he said soothingly. “All you have to do is well... identify Alvarez and get to the extraction point, where Laswell will be waiting for you. We’ll take care of Alvarez.”

I was simultaneously feeling relieved that home was mere hours away, a mission’s breadth away, but also frightened to the point my bones became sour under my skin. Fear made everything impossible.

I had opened the door to them; to these men who’d saved my life and asked one pitiful thing from me. And I had to deliver. I had to. For the sake of them and for the sake of my friends that had died.

I swallowed thickly. “What do I have to do?”

Soap smiled, something close to pride lifting his shoulders. “We’ll have you go in dressed as a civilian,” he said, pushing off the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s a club, so wear something... nice.”

I looked down at what I was wearing; jeans and an army green tee. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

Soap chuckled, and I watched in utter embarrassment as Alejandro raised his eyebrow with a cheeky grin and Gaz ducked his chin to his chest. Only Ghost had no reaction.

“What?” I insisted.

Alejandro cleared his throat. “Mami, you look fine,” he said, reassuringly so. “But this club, eh how do I say this politely... it’s for people who want to go home with enjoyment, you see?”

I did see. I also saw Ghost stiffen ever the slightest from the corner of my eye.

“Oh,” I mumbled.

“And let’s just say that no one wears jeans,” Ale finished. “Or t-shirts. We’ll get the girls on base to hand you some things, yeah?”

I nodded, peeling away the sweat from my palms onto my jeans nervously.

Ale and Ghost left to find my nighttime attire while I stayed with Gaz and Soap. They walked me through my engagements; walk in, blend in, get invited to the upper lounge if I could, and by all means, get eyes on Alvarez.

I nodded, but really, inside me, I was running marathons around my head. I was trying to find any exit, any dark alley or corner to hide in, to pull into myself and disappear.

Soap handed me a device that fit into the hole of my ear and told me that the entire task force would be able to hear me and I’d be able to talk to them. It gave me a little bit of relief to know they would be a breath away.

Ale and Ghost came back, shuffling in cooling evening air and a pink plastic bag. Ale handed it to me as if the bag itself contained the most gruesome plague. I took it and walked to the bathroom defeated, spotting a tube of mascara in there.

When I got a good look at the clothes they brought me, I yelled.

“Pumpkin?” It was Soap at the door, but I put my back against it. When he pushed, I pushed right back.

“You’re not seriously asking me to wear this?” I called, holding the garment between my nails.

Soap chuckled. “How bad is it?” he asked me. And then, a few seconds after, his weight on the door released and I could hear him asking the same question to the others.

I sighed, pressing the flimsy fabric against my chest, feeling my heart beating through my skin.

I sighed, stripping out of my clothes and letting them fall to a puddle beside the toilet. Carefully, I undid the jean skirt and slipped into it. As guessed, it covered my ass and an inch lower, but I only had to bend over and the entire world would glimpse my Winnie the Pooh underwear. And the shirt, god the shirt, was only a thin black camisole with so much glitter that the floor was covered by the time I slipped it on. It left a nice slice of skin just over my skirt’s hem.

When I looked back into the bag, I found a pair of black Converse shoes. “What kind of bar is this?” I asked myself, lacing them up. They were a bit small for me, toes cramming into the tip. That would have to do, I guess. I reluctantly applied mascara and smudged a bit of it over my lid as eye shadow.

But there was no way in hell that I was walking out that door to face four grown military men. Not dressed like this.

“Soap?” I called through the door. I heard his footsteps come to the door, the weight of his shoulder press on the wood. “I need a sweater.”

No answer.

“Please, Soap,” I fidgeted. “I can’t step out the way I am. I look like a cheap escort.”

“It’s just us.” But it wasn’t Soap. It was Ghost, and his voice trailed through the flimsy wood of the door until I stepped away from it, let the door slide open a little. Until I could see his eyes peaking above his balaclava. He didn’t take his eyes off mine as he opened the door with one hand and handed me a black hoodie with the other. “Cover yourself up,” he ordered, and slammed the door shut. “The others are waiting outside.”

I ignored the rage climbing up my throat and the embarrassment seeping into my skin as I climbed into the hoodie and zipped it up. It was so big that it skimmed my knees and I zipped it up to my chin. It was warm, as if freshly worn, and the smell that clung to the fabric was absolutely Ghost’s smell.

It made me almost dizzy, to wear him like this. To slip my bare skin along the same fabric that warmed his.

I walked out and followed him silently, watching the sway of his shoulders, the shadows dancing on the grey of his hoodie. He stopped before the door, turning to face me, staring me down through the slit in his mask. “You’re scared,” he stated.

I nodded, trying to hide from his glare, ducking my chin to my chest. His fingers zapped out quickly, pinching my chin between his forefinger and thumb, tracing my eyes back to his. “Yes,” I breathed, a tremble beginning in my fingers and working its way up to my lip.

Ghost stared. Then he sighed. “If something goes wrong,” he said. “Just tell me where you are in there. Describe the walls, the floor, the people there. I’ll find you.”

I wanted to say that I had no doubt he’d find me. Hell, he’d find me in the dark. I had no doubt he could be ripped of all his senses and still manage to put his hands on me.

“How are you getting in?” I asked, watching as his fingers fell from my chin.

“I’m going in without the mask.”

My eyes rounded, looking up at him, almost reaching for his shoulder before he opened the door and a gust of warm, humid South Asian evening heat patted my skin. And Alejandro came into view, smiling up at me.

I couldn’t concentrate on the comment Soap gave as I shockingly stepped from the RV. Or the reassuring thing Gaz said in my ear. Or the way Ale was guiding me with a soft hand on my middle back.

All I could think about was that Simon, Ghost, would be in that club maskless.

#simon riley #ghost #ghost cod #cod #ghostxoc #ghost x oc #ghostxofc #ghost x ofc #simon rileyxoc #simon riley x oc #simon riley x ofc #fanfiction #fanfic #call of duty

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teecupangel · 1 year

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Anon from last night:

Nah, I was not the anon who asked about a kink with Basim*.

I would send in a fic prompt about top!Desmond and bottom!Ezio but I have no actual ideas atm, it’s just a concept in my brain, but if I think of something I’ll send it.

If I could send a gif to convey how I felt about your smutty!headcanons it would be a gif of the end of the Actual Cannibal Shia Labeouf Music video, when Shia give the one person standing ovation. *chefs kiss*. (I forgot to mention that altdes is also my ac otp last night). Everything that you put down I picked it up and was like ‘yes yes good’ and put it in my pocket like a shiny rock.

*ok, so like, to be honest (and adhd over shared mood activated), I haven’t played very many ac games. I’ve only completed ac1, and I played half of ac4 and then watched my brother beat it. I have watched other people play bits and pieces of other games, but I honestly know nothing about the newer games. That being said, I did in fact read your Desmond #destroys Basim fic and it was very very good, #goodsoup (why am I in an old memes mood today oof). I really liked how you did the whole Desmond (clone? Half?) and his Ancestors thing that was really good, and kinky and nice.

Mmm, one more thing before I go! Thanks for letting me know about the whole won’t post an ask if you ask thing, it’s really good to know! (I don’t….. need that for this ask, unless you just don’t feel like answering it🤣🤣🤣🤣).

Take your time with your prompt, nonny :)

Hahahaha, I'm glad you enjoy my headcanons. I had fun writing them.

Yeah, I can understand why some people don't play all the AC games. Honestly, AC wiki is a good site for summary (and TVTropes too).

Since we're sharing our AC games experience (long rant ahead), the first time I played Assassin's Creed was at my best friend's place and she just gave me the controller and told me to whack people with a broom as Ezio while... I think we were waiting for her printer to finish printing our report or something? I don't remember anymore, all I remember was my main idea of Assassin's Creed before was that I can whack guards with a broom that sounds like a freaking hammer. We were in college then and I was a pure 'JRPG' purist back then so I was really confused by what this game was supposed to be. I know it was related to Prince of Persia in some way and the only reason why I know about Prince of Persia back then was because I watched my brother play all the games on the PS2. How times have changed, hahaha. Anyway, it would be a couple of years before I even actually play AC1 and AC2, then half of AC Brotherhood before dropping it, only coming back like maybe 3 years ago to play the entirety of Syndicate and its DLCs because my childhood friend suggested I would love the Victorian-era setting (I did) and I've been buying AC games either 2nd hand or when it goes super cheap in PSN as they've been part of my backlog since my best friend was a huge fan (she stopped playing after AC3 though XD) so I have all of them just gathering (digital) dust. The truth is, I finished AC Brotherhood to Valhalla only like... last year. From September last year to January this year, in fact. While it's never too late to play the other games, I'm not going to tell you to play them if you don't have the time or if there are any games that you want to play more. I do believe that if you can't play a game, watching let's play (with or without commentary) is an okay alternative and sometimes you can let it play while maybe grinding on the game you're currently playing. (just, FYI, all of the AC games except AC1 are available for free if you are subscribed to PS+... I think the 2nd tier at least? Ezio's Trilogy to Valhalla is free in PS+ as far as I know.)

Anyway, back to the Basim fic. Thank you! I really enjoyed writing about Desmond (considering the narration calls the ancestors 'shades', I think it's okay to call him Desmond's shade as well) and his questionable relationship with the other shades.

No problem! And I like answering asks so, yeah, I'm posting this hahahaha

#ask and answer #my best friend actually told me that i gave her ac revelations as a present #and i don't remember doing that at all #but it sounds like me to buy games as presents so it probably happened #i do remember staying in the line with her to get her preorder of watch_dog #and hearing her rant about it for a few days #good times #i don't know if anyone wants to hear about how altaïr became my blorbo when i played his games years ago so i cut that one out #if anyone wants to hear it ask me i guess?

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neveah-llama · 3 months

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Robyn

Hahah... I regret nothing!

There’s this small bookshop hidden on a street no one can seem to know the name of, stuck between a run-down theater and an old Chinese restaurant that only seems to be open three days a week. The bookshop was small, if it weren’t for the numerous bookshelves, creating a narrow maze throughout the shop, Robyn would be confident that they could just walk to the otherside of the shop in less than 20 steps, maybe 30 or 35 if Robyn just took smaller steps. And with the leaking pipes, creating wet spots along the dark corners of the room, or the noisy neighbors from upstairs always having a row at least ten times a day, or the fact that the owners seem to be rude to every customer that steps foot into the shop, it sometimes makes the young woman wonder how this small little shop could still be open when it seems like she is the only customer that goes there.

Then again, Robyn really shouldn’t be complaining, really the two reasons why Robyn likes going to The Second Time Around is because their prices are great for her tight budget, and the fact that it’s open 24/7, meaning that Robyn could just go there after work and stay there reading the whole night. Something that she is really craving right now as they ring up this customer.

“But I don’t understand, this voucher says I get 25% on my purchases.” A lady in her late thirties said, waving the bright red slip of paper right in front of Robyn’s face. It really is taking all of Robyn’s will to not just snatch the glossy paper right out of those red talons.

She just has to remember to take deep breaths, just take deep breaths Goodwin “Ma’am,” Deep breaths and smile, “as I said before, I can’t give you the discount because it expired a month ago.” Even though this will be the third time she said it, she really hopes it sticks.

Robyn had to hold back a scream when it didn’t.

“Yeah so? I know for a fact that they always accept my coupons even after they expire.” The older lady let out in a huff, chin jutting out and giving Robyn a glare. A kind of glare that would have made Robyn a bit more nervous it it wasn’t on someone that seemed to have multiple layers of foundation, with clumpy mascara, and wearing a bright pink jumper at 11 o’clock at night. Honestly, it would be more scary if it was on a dog.

“Look I am terribly sorry ma’am, but I can’t accept this so if you don’t want to waste anymore time I would suggest that you give up and just pay the full price.” Robyn’s cheeks hurt and her teeth felt like they were cracking under the pressure but she just had to keep up with the smile. “Okay?”

It was interesting to see a person’s face turn three different shades of red in under five seconds.

“How dare you!” Robyn didn’t brother to cover her own mounting anger and frustration, scathing words were on the tip of her tongue when she heard the familiar clacking of the heels and a cold hand squeezing her shouler until she could feel her nails digging into her skin.

“Is something wrong miss?” The fake posh accent, and the strong stench of cheap parfume made her freeze and a weight of dread drops in her stomach.

“Is something wrong? Of course something’s wrong, she won’t accept my coupon!” Again with the waving, of the paper. Robyn grabbed the coupon out of the lady’s hand before pointing at the dates right in the center underneath the big 25% in the center.

“For the last time it’s expired, you pompous ding-bat!” It didn’t take a genius to know that Robyn fucked up, but she was grateful that it was confirmed when her boss sucked in a deep breath and shoved her harshly behind her with a look that obviously said that Robyn was in deep shit.

It’s obvious that Robyn is not having a good day, if Shareen was here she would say that it would be all because Robyn just can’t say no when someone gives her a sob story. And to that Robyn would say that she totally could, but Abby said her mom was at the hospital for a surgery for her tumor and since everyone else said no Robyn was her last hope. So of course Robyn said yes, and of course in true Robyn fashion she also forgot that she had an evening shift that day, so she’s been here working at this stupid department store for almost 13 hours. And of course today had to end with her fighting over a coupon, insulting a customer, and then almost getting fired from her third job in two months.

(Well, Robyn would honestly be happy if she left this stupid job, but she can’t really afford that when she’s already a month behind rent).

And now, in order to (reluctantly) save herself from getting sacked, not only does she have to start working overtime and forbidden from working the register indefinitely, she also has to do Mrs. Catherine a favor by giving the winning lottery tickets to Wilson.

Which means that Robyn had to travel to the basement.

A basement that aways give Robyn the major creeps, with its dark spaces, random spurts of steam coming out of the pipes, and whatever else that seems to come straight out of a horror movie set.

Just think, if you didn’t have this job you would be out in the streets. Just think after this shift you could walk straight to that bookshop and stay there for the rest of the night. Just think you got two days off, you get to spend two days reading, and finish writing down that story.

The elevator jerks to a stop, letting out a small ding before slowly opening it’s doors to show a dingy dark hallway.

Deep breaths Robyn, just take deep breaths.

“Willson?” She called out, a little unsettled by the lack of response. Usually whenever Robyn calls out to the 60 year-old man it wouldn’t be long before he called back, well unless he was working on something in on of the backrooms near the end of the hallway. It’s basically soundproof, you can’t hear what’s going on inside or outside that room. Or maybe he just left early meaning that Mrs. Catherine just made her go down here for nothing.

Fairly confident in her deduction, Robyn walked deeper into the hallway, the muffled sound of electric current and her footsteps along the concrete ground, were the only thing to accompany her. She didn’t stop until she was standing in front of the last door of the hallway, it’s faded lettering reading ‘BREAKER ROOM’ in all capitals. Opening the door Robyn was taken aback to finding that the lights weren’t on.

Which means that he left early and her boss made her go down here for nothing! Ugh, whatever it’s fine, even though that means that Robyn will have to come back here tomorrow. But just when she was about to close the door, something fell making Robyn pause and stare into the inky blackness of the braker room. At first glance she can’t really see anything amiss, but after squinting, tilting her head to the side, and giving her eyes time to adjust to the lack of lighting, she finally saw a shape of a figure.

“Wilson is that you?” Robyn tries to swallow down the uneasy feeling, because it has to be Wilson.

But that can’t be Wilson, he’s shorter than her by a few inches, and his eyesight is trash. This figure is obviously taller than her and didn’t give her any reaction when she opened the door. She should just leave, take the stairs and get out as fast as possible.

But then Robyn remembers that she’s a stupid as a rock and has a terrible habit of ignoring common sense.

“Why are you the dark dude, you know you can’t see past your hands even when there is light.” She was expecting for him to talk back, something along the lines of how he still has got some youth on him, and comment on her lack of respect towards her elders. But nothing was said. There was only that uneasy silence.

Robyn took a step into the room, letting her hands glide around the room until she found a light switch. With a soft, ‘click,’ the room was flooded with a dim light. And for a moment Robyn’s uneasiness and growing anxiety was replaced by confusion, because in that room instead of seeing a sixty year-old man with a kind smile, dressed in a gray cover-up, she was met with a room full an assortment of mannequins. There was some that obviously came from the storage room still dressed in last season’s trends, and then there was some that looked like they literally jumped out of the dumpster with some of their limbs missing, or scruffed up from years of use. Robyn slowly approached one mannequin that was standing off to the side of the room when she heard the steel door shut with a ‘bang!’ and a lock being put in place.

“Hey!” Robyn immediately ran to the door, giving the stupid thing a shave, pounding on the steel surface until her fist began to throb a little before giving up, heaving in deep breaths to calm her racing heart. Alarm bells were ringing inside her head, screaming ‘danger!’ ‘danger!’, to the twenty year-old. But Robyn had to clamp down on that because it was just all in her head, it was just her paranoia and anxiety getting the better of her. She really thought she had that under control.

With a clearer head, Robyn gave the whole room a scanned thinking until all the pieces fell into place. Rolling her eyes Robyn stomped deeper into the room, it was becoming increasingly obvious whose bright idea it was to bring a whole room of mannequins without going unnoticed, “You’re a dead man, Jimmy.” She mutters.

If Robyn remembers correctly, there should be another door that leads to Wilson’s office, near the back-

Something shuffles somewhere in the horde of plastic bodies.

“Is someone there?” She sees something move near the back.

“Jimmy I swear, if that’s you then-then I’ll punch you!” Oh wow, so scary Robyn- why don’t you threaten him with a slap nextime?

More figures near the back started to move, until finally she figured out what’s really moving. It was the plastic dummies, all turning their heads around and slowly stalking their way towards Robyn.

Robyn stopped breathing when the front row of dummies started moving. She started to breath faster when she gave herself a pinch and felt that shot of pain because she’s not dreaming and there is in fact a horde of moving plastic bodies and-and-and-!

Something grabs her hand, it was warm, encompassing most of her hand. The unexpected warmth against the cold made her jump and let out a shout before she’s being tugged towards the door. His mouth is moving, saying something, but it sounds all muffled underneath the sound of her blood rushing into her ears and the sound of heart pumping out of her chest.

“They’re coming closer!” She can barley hear herself over her mounting panic, as she continues to stare at the dummies. Behind her she can hear buzzing.

A plastic hand is coming closer to her face.

The lock on the door clicks, the door slams open, it’s hinges screening against the force. Robyn snaps her head to see the hallway and the elevator at the other-end of the hallway. And the shape of a man that was right in front of her and still holding her hand.

“Run!” He shouts. She doesn’t fight against his pull, letting him take her towards the elevator, she slams the ‘UP’ button and thankfully luck was on her side, because the elevator doors opened up immediately allowing the two of them to stumble into the lift. Along with one of the dummies.

Robyn let out a shout as she felt it’s arms encircle around her and trying to drag her away from the safety of the lift. Fear and adrenaline were consuming her, almost burning her skin like flire. She tried to use all of her strength to fight back against it only to be surprised how much stronger a plastic body is compared to her (if she wasn’t fighting for her life she would be very offended).

She was about to stop fighting, just let the dummy just take her, only for it’s grip to start loosen. Out of instinct, Robyn forces it’s plastic arms to realese her, something pops before flying out of her grip, and to her instant relief she’s free! With one last scream Robyn turns around and shoves as hard as she can to get the dummy away from her. She sees the now lifeless mannequin being thrown out of the elevator, making some of the closer dummies stumble and fall before the elevator doors closed. Finally separating Robyn from the horde of zombies.

She was heaving for breath, her throat burn from the chill and the need for water. But there was no water and she could feel the strange man staring at her, making her feel edge. She doesn’t know why, at first glance he looks like any normal guy, with a leather jacket, a purple shirt, and jeans, and yet it was his eyes that tipped Robyn off that there was something off with this man. That and the weird expression on his face, it was like he was studying her as if she was a puzzle he can’t figure out, and with all the confusion, fear, paranoia, and whatever else she’s feeling tying her stomach to knots, she forces all that down and focus on one of the easier emotions.

“What the hell man!” She shouted, she lets the red hot anger control her movements, pushing the man in the leather jacket, only to become more angry when he didn’t budge.

“You and your stupid fucking friends can’t play your fucking pranks here-especially when its past closing. I should call the police on you and your friends for trespassing and assault!” She lets out another string of curses, all the excess energy making her feel restless forcing her to move and pace back and forth across the lift. And yet the stranger still said nothing, just kept starring at her with that stupid expression on his face.

“Hey, aren’t you going to say anything?” She expects for the weird guy to snap out of it before he started laughing, or maybe started to apologize, or something.

“Why do you sound like an American?” That, that wasn’t what she expected him to say.

“What does that have to do with anything?!” Her voice cracked, it cracked and there was living plastic dummies, or really advanced robots, or a theater group whose really into breaking in department stores and scaring the shit out of people who just want to go home and take a nap, and Robyn was at her wits end!

The elevator dings, it’s doors opening to the main floor of the store. The strange man finally stopped his creepy stare only for his eyes to widen and pushing Robyn out of the elevator. Robyn started to sputter and stumbled before she turned back to the man smiling with a touch of mania to it.

Oh yeah, the uneasiness has returned now with full force.

“Right, well nice to meet you, but if I were you I would start making my way out ‘cause the building is going to explode in..” he has the audacity to check his watch, “...forty-five seconds.” What?

“Ta’!” He waves at her using a hand from the dummy that tackled her earlier, his grin still plastered on his face as the lift doors closed separating Robyn from the stranger. Leaving Robyn alone in a building that’s about to explode.

Fucking shit!

Robyn didn’t waste time, she sprints towards the front doors pushing her way out and into the near-empty streets of London and didn’t stop running. Not when she almost fell into puddle, not when she was almost ran over by a car, and not when she hears a loud ‘Boom!’ from a building exploding. A building with a horde of plastic zombies, where there’s a chance that Wilson was still inside and got caught in the explosion.

Fucking shit.

Robyn turns around, and over the buildings where she was standing, she could make out a blaze where Henerik’s used to be. She swallows down bile, takes a shaky breath, and continues to run.

To be continued...maybe?

#writing #doctor who #ninth doctor #oc #cringe #this is cringy

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takenbyheartstrings · 3 years

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ONE BED

summary: Its the one bed trope, but you and peter don't like each other and the avengers are determined to change that, so they set you and peter up for what could be success or what could be failure.

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader.

warnings: angst (not really)???, fluff, swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of masturbation, and finally SMUT.

authors note: sorry if this is a little cringworthy, it's 12am and i am tired.

Natasha walked into the kitchen of the Avengers Compound, heaving a large breath, letting out a sigh catching Tony, Bucky, Steve, Wanda and Bruce's attention.

"What was that for?" Steve questioned as he noticed Natasha's somewhat annoyed appearance.

She shrugs, "They hate each other, they hate each other and I wanna know why."

Bucky laughs, "Not this shit again."

"Yes this shit again, Y/n and Peter clearly like each other, but I don't know why they have it in for each other."

"Or maybe they just don't like each other, that's possible Nat." Bucky lets a little glare.

Tony's voice perks up, "Uhhhh, I don't know about that. They always catch second glances at each other, when the other's not looking. It's cute." Tony couldn't believe he was talking about two eighteen year olds, but you two clearly liked each other.

Bruce let out a hum, "How about, we force them into a situation where they can't escape each other. We have to go down to Washington in a few days for the new training facility, so it's the perfect cover anyway. Instead of bunking Peter with Sam and Bucky, maybe we can bunk him in with Y/n."

Natasha and Wanda nod, "That's not a totally bad idea," Wanda tries not to grin; she's seen the way the two of you pine over each other like lovesick puppies. It really was cute.

"So we're just gonna ignore the fact that this is against their will and they might hate each other more than before and you guys are willing to place on the fence based on a hunch." Bucky speaks rationally, "Besides, the kid scares easily, you'll just be taking away the fun from Sam and I."

Everyone in the room trades a glance and then looks back at him, "Yeah." They all spoke at once.

It was settled. This little side mission was happening.

You sighed as you made your way into the conference room, the mission in Washington was a big one for you - and for Peter. But you needed to be prepared for anything, but nothing could prepare you for the news you were about to hear.

"Alright, I've got our roommates for the trip ready." Tony stated as he started listing off names, you were confused as to why you weren't with Wanda like usual. "Okay and Y/N and Peter."

"WAIT WHAT?" You almost screamed standing up.

"I can't be that bad. Can I?" Peter's lip quirked into a smirk.

You rolled your eyes as they turned a shade of red at his annoyance, "Well you clearly can."

"Don't get all glitter eyes on me." Peter chuckles, as Bucky can't help but snicker, your head snaps toward him as he then backs off.

Steve puts a hand your arm and he beckons you to sit down. You do so trying to calm down.

"Hey look," Tony sighs, "Sorry kids, but that's just how it is. Two people per room and you guys just happened to be last pick."

Peter sighs, "Whatever, the sooner we get it over with the better." He rolls his eyes walking out of the room. You followed but before leaving, you used your powers to lift Tony's coffee cup and spill it on his lap.

"Real mature!" He calls after you.

"I'm eighteen, get over it!" You yelled back before going to your room and slamming the door behind you.

Everyone was right, you did have a crush on Peter. You really liked him. But you were also so jealous of him. You were jealous of his smarts, his looks. Practically everything about the boy.

So much so, that you fantasised about him. You touched yourself thinking about him - and so did he. You both liked each other, but it was so hard to admit it because you were both jealous of each other, for the same reasons. You honestly didn't know how you were going to get through the night with Peter in the same room as you. You didn't know if it was going to be a paradise or a nightmare.

The next night you got to the hotel, "All right guys, time to get settled in, we have a big day of training tomorrow. Go get rested, goodnight." He waves walking off with his key. Sam and Bucky take theirs, Bruce and Steve take theirs, Nat and Wanda take theirs and You and Peter are left standing there.

"Look I'm too tired to argue, so can we just... not?" You questioned Peter.

"That's fair," He gives an awkward smile, "Since you start them all," He mutters under his breath, quiet enough so that you don't hear it.

You both made it up to the room to be met with a sight, "Wow. One bed, like this could get any worse." You sighed.

"Really. Truely can't. I thought to myself 'Nothing's worse than having to share a room with you,' but now there's one bed and I'm not giving it up."

"Well neither am I, guess we'll share." You give a harsh glare. You set your duffle bag down next to the left side of the bed and grabbed your pyjamas and made your way to the bathroom, it was a pair of shorts and a tank top. You were so reluctant to wear a bra. But you were nervous considering that Peter was in the other room. You opted not to deciding it wasn't worth the pain.

You walked out of the bathroom and Peter met eyes with you, lingering over your body, he loved looking at every part of you, the way your nipples came through your shirt and how perfect your tits were. How perfect your thighs were. How beautiful you looked. He didn't say anything but the room was filled with a tense silence. Peter walked into the bathroom and changed, he walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of plaid pants. Your eyes made contact with his biceps, his abs. You never realised how strong Peter actually was, you always fantasised about him like this but your fantasy was now a reality. You swore you could feel yourself getting a little wet, just thinking about what Peter could do to you.

You sighed getting into the covers at Peter did the same, the two of you were lying back to back with a large chunk of space between the two of you. You let out a little sigh, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you had announced.

"Alright," Peter said timidly, letting you know he was awake.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, splashing yourself with cold water. You knew you shouldn't feel this way. Not now. Why now? Why when he was here? You splashed yourself in the face one last time before opening the door and you met Peter's eyes.

"Peter I-," You started.

"I like you." Peter said nonchalantly.

"I-I like you too."

It was quick, but finally Peter's lips landed on yours and never left. You were actually the one to deepen the kiss. You felt Peters tongue slide into your mouth in one swift movement. His hands trailed up your shirt as you were pinned against a wall, he could feel your tits get hard as a chill went down your spine from the touch of his cold hands. Breaking the kiss for a moment - he lifted your shirt over your head as he started trailing kisses down your neck, you let out a heavy moan. Peter smirked against the kisses, as he trailed further down your body, licking and sucking on your nipples, his tongue making circles around them.

"Fuck, Peter." You groaned softly as the two of you then moved to the bed, you could see a bulge in Peter's pants. You slid them down as you were met with his dick, a smirk took place on your face as he sat back against the headboard.

You decided to have your way with Peter, kissing and sucking on his tip. Until you finally placed your whole mouth around it, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. You took your mouth off of it before wrapping your hand around it and slapping it onto your tongue. You could hear Peter groan heavily, "Fuck, Y/n, just like that." His words came out as hot flashes as you moved your hand up and down his dick, rubbing it.

You couldn't take it anymore, you wanted to feel Peter. You moved up to kiss him again, but before you could Peter looked at you, “Every time you made me angry I fantasised about the things I would do to you and now I finally get to do them," He smirked.

You couldn't say anything else, you just let the moment get a hold of you. You kissed him again and it was like you could feel the electricity sparking in the air between the two of you. His kisses were hungry and desperate and sweet. You were lucky to be in his arms tonight, you were lucky to be fucked by someone like him. Someone caring. Someone genuinely sweet. Even if you hadn't seen what that side of him was even like, you knew he was.

You felt your breath hitch against the air as Peter removed your shorts, and yet he could see the patch of wetness on your underwear. You swore you could hear him get hungry at the sight, Peter didn't say anything, but he removed the garment blocking him from all of you. You were naked in front of him and he was loving every minute of it. His tongue entered your pussy as he sucked and licked your clit, moving his tongue up and down your pussy. He was hungry for you and only you.

Peter finally looked up at you as you moaned softly, your back arching a little as he pleased you with his tongue, "Peter I want you, please." You said desperately.

"As you wish," Peter said huskily as he slid his dick into your wet hole and boy did that hit the spot. Sliding in and out of you, every single moan was like a godsend, like music to hears ears. You were shaking under him.

"Peter you can go rougher than that," You spoke through a strained moan and Peter could. Your bodies flowed together, the mattress moving underneath the two of you, slamming the headboard with every thrust. Each moan that came out of your mouth got higher and higher, letting Peter know you were almost at your edge. Peter continued to move in and out of you.

"Fuck Pete, I'm almost there," You whimpered softly, "Fuck!"

He smirked against you, pulling out his dick and replacing it with his mouth. His tongue moved in and out just like his whole body had and you finally reached your peak.

"FUCK PETE!" You moaned once more as your body finally relaxed.

You took a hold of Peter's dick and started rubbing it again, he moaned quietly, "Fuck, yeah, just like that, that's my girl." Peter murmured. You smirked before placing your mouth over his cock and moving your head up and down once more, wrapping your hand around it while you also moved your head.

"Fuck that's it, that's it." Peter groaned, "Fuck Y/n, I'm gonna cum." Peter said as you moved your head faster and faster, ready to take on his load and that's when you could finally feel it, the sticky, white liquid in your mouth as you let it dribble back onto his cock, before licking it off his tip and letting it fall again, tasting the excess that was left in your mouth.

You let yourself fall back next to Peter as you got back underneath the covers with him, your naked bodies lying together intertwined.

"You have no idea how much I've thought about doing that with you," You laughed quietly, "I always hated you because you're everything I'm not Peter, but I was too quick to judge. I was wrong, wrong about most of it, almost all of it."

"Me too, Y/n, me too. I always wanted to be like you, but I see now that we have our differences and that's okay, but now we can work on that. Together." Peter spoke.

"Does that mean," You smiled against his chest.

"Yeah, it does."

"Well in that case, I really liked it when you said I was your girl," You smiled up at him, "That was really hot."

The two of you ended up falling asleep, in each others arms, feeling nothing but happiness. The two of you knew now that there was no reason to hate each other. There was no reason you couldn't be with each other.

The next morning you slid on a training bra and tights, reading for the day of training Tony had told all of you to get rest for, "Well don't you look good." Peter said wrapping his arms around your waist placing a kiss on your lips.

"I could say the same for you," You said feeling the biceps that were exposed because of his muscle tee. You and Peter walked down to the lobby with his arm wrapped around you, the rest of the group looked at the two of you surprised.

"You two look cosy," Wanda smiled.

Bucky batted an eye for a moment surprised that the plan the group had set out actually worked, "Wow, yeah, you guys do, what happened?"

"Oh we just talked, and we just confessed our feelings and now we're together." Peter explained.

Natasha let a painful look shine through, "You sure you guys just talked, it's not like the walls are soundproof."

The two of you blushed, "I- we- you- heard- what?" You were flustered you didn't know what to say. Peter just stood there in shock.

The rest of the group laughed walking off, "C'mon guys, the facility is ready for us, might as well make the best of it," Tony chuckled walking off as the rest of you followed, Peter placing a kiss on your head as you did.

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onlyfreds · 2 years

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Not Every Prank is for the Public Eye | F.W.

Title: Not Every Prank is for the Public Eye

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: You like pranks in general, until one is pulled on you in front of a crowd.

The main reason why you fell for Fred Weasley was his spontaneity.

He pulled pranks on anyone who dared to mess with him or the ones he loved, even if he could get detention in doing so.

To be honest, you were a bit surprised when he first asked you out. Sure, you enjoyed their pranks and all - but you were shy and quiet.

Nevertheless, your date with him was magical. He took you to get some butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks, then surprised you with a picnic at the top of the hill - overlooking the sunset. While the sun painted the horizon with brilliant shades of orange and gold, the two of you shared a kiss.

Now, the two of you had just surpassed your six month milestone and the two of you couldn’t be happier.

But, being his girlfriend didn’t guarantee you the safe zone from his and George’s pranks.

You were okay with that - but the problem is, you weren’t okay with it being done in a crowd.

Problem is: Fred didn’t know that.

You and your boyfriend were in your Charms class, hands interlocked together - you were busy jotting notes while Fred, on the other hand, seemed to be busy staring at you.

You tried to suppress a smile as you continued on jotting down your notes, “Is there a possibility that there is something on my face that you don’t want to tell me about because I don’t see anything interesting about me that is more interesting than our lesson.”

‘There’s nothing on your face.” Fred said, still looking at you, “And it is actually true that you are more interesting than any lesson.”

You giggled quietly, “I don’t believe that.”

He started tracing random patterns on your skin, “Nothing you say can change my mind.”

“Maybe that’s because you always copy off my notes.” You said, poking your tongue out at him.

“That’s a benefit of dating you.” He teased, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Oh really,” You said, jokingly raising a brow at him, “So, you’re dating me for the benefits?”

He dramatically gasped, “Of course not! How could you accuse me of such a deed! The benefits are just a bonus. As if dating you isn’t the most heavenly thing in the world.”

“Uh huh.” You mused, “What else are the benefits that come from dating me?”

Fred pretended to think about it, “Well, your hair is so soft and I love running my hands through it. Your kisses are basically a slice of heaven. Darling, the list could go on forever.”

“Charming one, aren’t you?”

“My charms are the reason you fell for me in the first place.”

“Cheeky one too.”

You and Fred had departed earlier because he and George had to set up a prank. You would’ve joined them - but, you still had an essay to finish - the sooner you push that out of your to do list, the better.

“Heading to the library too?” Angelina, George’s girlfriend and your best friend, suddenly appeared by your side.

You nodded, “Yeah. I want to get this essay over with.”

“Me too, honestly.” She chuckled, “I tried convincing George to also work on his - but, he’d rather set up a prank than sit down and write about the benefits of the Draught of the Living Dead.”

The statement caused you to laugh, “It’s literally the same with Fred, but who could blame them? They are twins after all.”

As soon as you said this, you felt a cold and sticky substance cover you from head to toe along with a gasp from Angelina.

A familiar laugh reached your ears, a laugh that you could easily pick out from a crowd of thousands.

Who’s laugh would it be, except for your boyfriend’s?

He and George were laughing hysterically at the sight of you falling into their little trap, along with a few of the students who were witnesses to the spectacle.

Too embarrassed to even continue on to the library, you turned and ran out of the “crime scene” as fast as you could.

When Fred saw this, he stopped laughing immediately and became confused. He thought you loved his pranks, why weren’t you laughing with him now?

He gave Angelina a questioning look in an attempt to figure out what was wrong, but the girl just shrugged.

The audience started to thin out and the only ones left were the twins and Angelina.

“Was she in a bad mood?” Fred asked.

Angelina shook her head, “No. She was actually in a pretty good mood, until - you know.”

“Do you think that the prank upset her?” Fred said, looking at George.

“Don’t ask me. I’m not her boyfriend.” George said, “Besides, I thought she liked pranks?”

“I’ll go talk to her.” Fred finally decided - running in the direction wherein his girlfriend escaped.

“Princess?” He called out, searching for you everywhere, “Darling, are you okay?”

An idea on your whereabouts suddenly popped into his head, he just had to hope that you were there.

He found you sitting by a bench near the corridor where you usually go when you want to be alone with your thoughts.

“Hey sweetheart.” Fred said quietly, sitting down next to you.

“Hey.” You returned the greeting, not looking at him.

“Is anything wrong?” He asked, brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes.

“Maybe.”

“Did I do anything to upset you?”

You sighed, “It’s not about what you did - but, rather, where the incident happened.”

His brows furrowed, “What do you mean?”

“Well, you know that I love your pranks and I don’t mind if you pull some on me. But, I just don’t like it if you do it in public because I feel like I’m being humiliated.” You said.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable and if I made you feel humiliated. Thank you so much for telling me.”

“It’s okay.” You smiled, “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

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sukirichi · 3 years

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wine: ingredient 44 + sugar 7 + spice 12 for gojo satoru *slams table* thank you for feeding us kind maam

for sukirichi’s milestone event:

the meal order : 🍷 + 44 (hate sex au) + 7 (forbidden relationship) + 12 (praising kink) your dinner has been served! also bruh LOL you’re a choso simp this is hilarious spspsps

— who are you to deny him when he only wants to worship you?

gojo satoru x fem! reader

contents/warnings: nsfw, slight angst, reader is hot girl shit, gojo long schlong, hate sex, car sex, spanking, riding gojo, slight angst, praising kink taken to a DIFFERENT LEVEL (i want to make people question the extent of their praising kink), body marking, rough sex lol it’s always rough in my stories, unedited

Your friends pushed you out of the club, all of you laughing, hands clutched around your waists as loud, drunken giggles fill in the night air. It was a wild night; your friends invited you to the club to take your mind off your stupid boyfriend. You thought you’d end up moping around, too much of a buzzkill to ever let loose because it wasn’t that easy to stop thinking about him, but even you were surprised when you started grinding with people on the dance floor just three drinks later.

The gals were more than delighted to see you enjoying your night, only dragging you out the club when you nearly shoved your tongue down another man’s throat.

Scratch that – your friends called you to hang out because you lied about having a shitty day at work. You’ve had your fair share of shitty days, but you were one of the most prominent lawyers in your firm, no one dared gave you a bad day. Your subordinates knew that if they even looked your way without your permission, you wouldn’t hesitate to dump paperwork on them, or assign them to the nastiest cases just to piss them off.

Yeah, you were sort of a bitch, but you didn’t care.

It took a lot to get where you were now. It wasn’t easy to be a woman in a male-dominated workplace and you were forced to strip your softness off, replacing it with hard armor and sharp tongue concealed under bold red lips, a tight pencil skirt that accentuated your curves, and a pair of black suede pumps.

You deserved all your success. You were smart, stunning, confident, powerful – so then why did you feel like shit around your shitty boyfriend?

The answer was loud and clear. It bothered you to no end that he wanted to keep your relationship a secret because his family was too different from yours, coming up with a shitty excuse that you were just “too different.” He never bothered explaining, and every time you confronted him about, he’d only wave his hand, distract you with those delicious and soft lips of his until you forget it over and over again.

You were okay with it at first. It wasn’t a really serious relationship; you only started dating him because you saw yourself a lot in him – confident, self-assured, maybe even a little cocky – plus, he was extremely attractive.

But the longer you spent time with him, you were beginning to fall in love.

Yes, you, the ice princess of one of the most respected law firms all over the city was beginning to soften up at a certain blue-eyed man who had magical hands.

But tonight – tonight you’d forget about him.

Your stomach was heavy with expensive liquor and you were nearly staggering on your knees, the only thing preventing you from falling were your more sober friends. The others were holding you close to keep you upright, while one of your friends moved to a quieter part of the block to call an Uber for you. Your friends were all happily married, some with children, so they couldn’t really stay out too late at night and chaperone you all the way back home.

You were well-aware you were being a bother, but fuck, couldn’t you lean on someone for just once? Sighing, you leaned closer to your warm friend, mumbling something about wanting to forget about everything you’ve been through.

“There, there,” she patted your head comfortingly, “You’ll be fine, babe, you’re a strong woman. I know you’ll get through this.”

“But I hate it,” you drunkenly admitted, lips trembling the more you thought about him, every stupid little thing about him – his soft white hair, those pretty blue eyes he always hid under shades even at night, his large, calloused hands that always felt so rough when keeping your legs open for him and you couldn’t even start talking about his cock, he was just so blessed and perfect in every little thing that you hated it. You hated him. “I don’t like this feeling,” you sniffled, “I feel like I’m being looked down on, that I’m being pushed to the side. I feel unimportant, like I’m not good enough.”

“Who said you aren’t?”

You froze in your friend’s arms, eyes meeting with those blue ones you could never get enough of. As if noticing your silence, your friend immediately covers you with her arm, glaring at your boyfriend. “Do we know you or something?”

“No,” Satoru replies coolly, brows furrowed in the state you were in. You turned away from him with a scoff, arms crossed on your chest. Why did he have to be here out of all places? Wasn’t he busy with work or whatever family shit he apparently couldn’t tell you about even though you’ve both been dating for a year and a half now? He just wasn’t giving you a break, and the hairs on your arm stood up when he said, “Not that you have to, but may I please drive Y/N home?”

“She’s not going anywhere—”

“She’s a friend of mine,” he insisted, turning to you with a pleading look in his eyes. You almost melted. Almost. “I need to talk to her about something.”

You rolled your eyes and stepped forward, your friend’s arm latching onto yours. You could tell she was worried from the way her gaze darted back and forth between you two. Satoru was, after all, clearly uninvited, and he didn’t seem like your type either. You always insisted you preferred refined man, men like his friend Nanami Kento, but alas, you were stuck dating this one instead.

“It’s fine,” you told her with a fake smile, “I’ll call you later when I get home.”

You never got to call her – simply because you didn’t make it home. The moment Satoru closed the car doors behind you, you both got into a heated argument. Satoru hated silences and always made sure the car was filled with music, but this time, he didn’t notice there weren’t any songs when you opened your mouth.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the anger and pent-up tension of not being able to hold him and kiss him in public like normal couples did, in addition to the fact Satoru never explained why he insisted on keeping you a secret – whatever it was, you just snapped.

“I don’t even understand why I’m still dating you!” you huffed, legs crossed on top of the other as you gazed out the window. Lips trembling, you tried so hard to not cry, especially not in front of the man who was breaking your heart. “This is hardly a relationship when I’m not free to call or text you as you please, when I can’t go out with you on dates and we’re always hanging in my apartment. I’m your girlfriend, Satoru, we’ve been together for a long time but I honestly don’t even feel like it. What the hell are we dating for then?”

Satoru clenched his teeth, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “How many times do I have to tell you that I love you,” he said coolly, acting unbothered and unaffected as ever, but the clench in his jaw said otherwise. “If that’s not enough—”

“Of course it’s not enough!”

“I’m trying here too, okay?” Satoru slammed on the brakes and parked on a desolated spot, hands running through his hair while he breathed heavily. Once he’d calmed down, he shook his head, refusing to look you in the eye like a man. “I’m trying my best. It’s just hard. It isn’t as easy as it looks.”

“What isn’t easy as it looks? Dating me? Letting the whole world know I’m yours?” when Satoru didn’t respond, you scoffed, patience running low and thin. “You’re pathetic, Satoru. Dating you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, and I thought I was a smart woman.”

With a shake of your head, you slung your purse over your shoulder and reached for the car door. You were about to leave when Satoru suddenly pulled you towards him, his lips slamming into yours. Like always, you fell into his trap, into the blissful pleasure that was his lips and his hands, and you hated it, hated him, hated him so fucking much because you were so tired of his entire existence.

You wanted to let him know he was insufferable.

You wanted him to feel the pain and misery he put you through.

“I fucking hate you,” you snarled as Satoru kept fucking into you, the entire car windows fogged and the vehicle shaking. “I wish I never met you, you asshole,” Satoru, displeased, only buries himself deeper into you, as if they would erase his mistakes and shortcomings.

Satoru’s large hands snake to your waist and onto your breasts, expertly tweaking them between his fingers. Your head fell back to the crook of his shoulder, your back pressed against his hard chest as Satoru trapped you in his strong arms, impaling you on his cock over and over again. “You’re lying,” he whispered into your neck, tongue and teeth playfully sucking at the tender flesh. His grip on your hip was bruising and possessive, and your breasts bounced fervently at how he snapped his hips upwards to feel your walls coat him and hug him tightly and warmly. “Why would you hate me, sweet girl? Don’t I always make you feel good? Don’t I remind you enough that you’re the best fucking thing ever?”

You didn’t respond right away, your breath taken away with how you could never get enough of this, of him. He was right no matter how much you denied it. Despite being terrible in everything else, Satoru knew and respected you, even admired your dominance and intelligence when other men were intimidated by it.

No, he worshipped you. He made you feel like you were a divine goddess when he tugged at your hair to tilt your cheek to him, his tongue slithering to your lips to taste himself on his tongue from when you previously busted his nut with just your mouth.

Lipsticks smeared on his cheeks and crescent moons on his pale thigh from your nails, Satoru looked wonderful beneath you like this.

He was beautiful, so damn beautiful, but it didn’t change the fact he’d put you through hell these past few weeks.

No, it wasn’t just the past few weeks. Things were always complicated with him. He was perfect in everything else but when it came to you, he made it a mission to hide you and your relationship, changing your contact name to a totally random one “just in case.”

Your mind was confuzzled and you felt like you were on the urge of breaking apart from both his ministrations and his confusing treatment over you. Before you knew it, you were kissing him back fervently with the intensity of your hatred over this man.

Your hand reached his to guide it to rub at your clit, and Satoru, eager to make you feel good as always, happily obliged. Satoru kept bouncing you on his cock until you were too overwhelmed to speak, crying and mumbling incomprehensible words.

Him, only him, would ever have the ability to let the sharp-tongued and intelligent woman who never bat an eye in court lose her wide vocabulary, falling apart in his arms while his long length abused your puffy lips.

“You made me feel like shit,” you finally admitted, tugging at his hair until Satoru is lowly groaning at the slight sting. But did you care? Of course you didn’t. You wanted to hurt him too.

“How so, sweet girl?”

“I can never have you the way I want,” you answered through gritted teeth, moaning out when Satoru suddenly thrusted too deep, hitting your most sensitive spot that had you quivering in his hold. “You don’t—” you gasped, “You don’t understand what I feel, how you make me feel like I’m never good enough for you. That’s the reason why you don’t want anyone else knowing, right? ‘Cause I’m not good enough for you, never gonna be good—”

Satoru didn’t let you finish your words, shutting you up with his cock instead. The vehicle shook uncontrollably with your mating sessions, and Satoru silences you by pulling at your leg to press it on his chest instead.

The sudden switch in positions had your muscles tensing and stretching, adding only to both your pleasures with the new thrown in factor of slight pain. You felt Satoru kiss your neck down to your shoulders, scraping his canines until you were absolutely lost. You gave in, you gave up, head lolling back next to his loving lips that murmured sweet nothings.

“Not true, sweet girl,” he reminded you, flattening you on his cock and making you roll your hips while you slid up and down his pole sensually. Unlike the previous pace, the slow sensation of your pussy hugging his cock with your arousal letting him slide in easily allowed you to feel every part of him, almost mind-wrecking at how good he’s able to make you feel even after such a long time of having him already.

“You’re the sexiest and most intelligent woman I’ve ever met, the best, the absolute blessing of my life, and I just want to protect you, sweet girl. You’re too precious for me to lose,” Satoru kept mumbling over and over again.

You could no longer process his words functionally, not when he’s slamming you down his length like that and burying himself in you as if he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Satoru’s hands were still curious, appreciative and gentle as he runs his hands, dipping into all your curves and pressing into your most sensitive spots the way you liked it.

“You’re always so good for me so no, sweet girl, never gonna let you go, not when you’re so perfect for me,” Satoru eased your worries – temporarily – with his words, and you’d believe his lie, you’d fall into the same mistakes over and over again because you were just that weak and powerless when it came to him. “You’re made just for me, sweet girl, you’re the prettiest and your pussy is the prettiest – I worship you, I adore you. You’re so divine.”

You blamed it all on your ego.

He praised you so well, made you feel so good and always placed you on top of the world when he’s inside you like this. Even if you knew he’d knock you down the pedestal just hours later, you opened your doors for him all over again.

Satoru knew this too, because he rammed inside your walls and ruined everything that you held firm beliefs in, his large hands smacking your ass to urge you to bounce on him like you weren’t made for any other purpose than to be the woman he adored.

You lied to yourself – you always did – but did you care? So what if you couldn’t be the one he really loved? What did it all matter when you were the one he worshipped?

For the sake of the praise and the compliments, you’d let him fuck you and play with your heart over and over again. It was a toxic routine you’d never get tired of, and you no longer complained, forgetting about everything he’d done and every heartbreak he caused you because he was there, whispering into your ears how good you made him feel and how you were the only one made to take him, and you didn’t care. Not anymore – not when you were worshipped.

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mrsmaybank · 3 years

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Crushing - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

“Reid, stop giving JJ’s intern bedroom eyes. It fuckin’ weirds me out.”

A/N: I love baby genius, season one Reid so much. I wanted to give him a soulmate. Soulmate is you: shy and also a baby genius. Okay, thanks for reading. This was honestly just for me.

CW: Implied Smut, Mild Cursing, shitty writing

“Who...Who is that?” Dr. Spencer Reid, debatably the wordiest boy Derek Morgan had ever met, was suddenly at a loss for words. Maybe it was your perfectly sculpted face, your shoes, the copy of The Kreutzer Sonata held to your chest, your chest, or maybe a mix of it all. Whatever it was, at sight of you walking through the office doors, he was stripped of his ability to speak.

“That’s JJ’s new intern.” Morgan said plainly, before noticing the completely enamored look on his friend’s face. “What, pretty boy?” Reid couldn’t even be bothered to reply. He was too busy studying every detail of your frame.

“You think she’s cute or something kid?” Morgan playfully jabbed his shoulder, Spencer’s face instantly flushing an embarrassing shade of red.

“What?!” He shrieked, “I-no! That’s not..No!” That’s a lie.

“I just..I didn’t know JJ was getting an intern.” That though, was true.

“She’s supposed to be pretty impressive. Let’s go meet her.” he started in the direction of the coffee stand, where you and JJ had begun chatting. Before Spencer could protest out of his shyness, he was being dragged along.

“Morgan,” JJ smiled, “Spence,” she nodded in his direction, “This is Y/N Y/L/N. My godsent savior.” JJ beamed in your direction.

You smiled more sheepishly then you would’ve liked, muttering a “Hopefully.” that got a laugh from Morgan and a “Oh, please.” from JJ, but nothing from the man in the glasses. You did your best not to read into it.

“Derek Morgan.” the muscular agent extended his hand to shake yours, an offer you timidly but happily accepted.

The taller, lankier, younger, incredibly cute man next to him stuffed one of his hands in his pocket and shifted uncomfortably with a small wave, “I’m uh, Doctor Spencer Reid, oh! Uh, you don’t have to, uh call me Doctor. No..” He shook his head, “Just Spencer is fine.” He looked at you with wide eyes that sent butterflies berserk in your stomach and swiped his tongue in between his lips that only made them go crazier. JJ had told you all about the team. About the magnificently brilliant Dr. Spencer Reid, his 3 PhDs and eidetic memory, and all the other quirks you’d have to know in order to work with him, but had failed to mention how utterly hot he was. You felt a crush hijacking your system already. Dear god.

“It’s nice to meet you both.” Your hands gripped your book tighter as you shifted onto your tiptoes, “I’ve heard really exceptional things.”

The conversation was set to continue, but Morgan and JJ were summoned by Hotch to the closed doors of his office. Leaving the resident genius and you starting at each other with tight lip smiles.

Spencer started first, “The Kreutzer Sonata is great.” He excitedly continued, “It uh, it actually used to be a pretty bold book to carry around. After the work had been forbidden in Russia by censors, there was actually a mimeographed version that was widely circulated. Then in 1890, the United States Post Office Department prohibited the mailing of newspapers containing serialized installments of it too. Theodore Roosevelt even called Tolstoy a-”

His enthusiasm was beyond endearing. You finished for him with a soft smile, "Sexual moral pervert.”

Spencer’s lips upturned in a smile. It was rare somebody in the office could finish his sentences. And he couldn’t help but replay the crass words being said in your soft voice. He felt a crush hijacking his system already. Dear god.

“Most people don’t recognize it in the original Russian.” Spencer heard you say.

“Most people probably wouldn’t recognize it in English.” he retorted.

You laughed, “Yeah, you’re right.”

Spencer wasn’t even kidding. “I’m not joking.” He shook his head. “It’s unfortunate how many people aren’t even vaguely familiar with Tolstoy.”

“It is.” you agreed. “You went to Caltech, correct?”

He smiled, “Yes.”

“I almost did too. Decided last minute on Columbia.”

“You went to Columbia?” he asked.

“I just graduated.”

“How old are you?” he asked before quickly correcting himself, “I’m sorry! That was forward! I am not...I’m not trying to undermine your studies with your age, I promise. I’m just curious.”

“No! It’s okay!” You got out fast. “I’m 19. I graduated high school a little bit early.”

“Me too.” He smiled. “12, actually.”

Your eyes went wide, “12?”

“Yes, um, in a Las Vegas public high school.” He winced, but the self-deprecation somehow came out charming, “I uh,” His eyes narrowed, “didn’t go to a lot of parties.”

That made you wholeheartedly laugh. “Me neither! I graduated at 15, which you know is the age everybody else starts. It created a really weird dynamic because the older kids in my grade didn’t like me, but the underclassmen my age really didn’t like me.”

Instead of the laugh you were expecting, Spencer just gave you a pensive stare.

“Um..I can’t see why. I think you’re very likeable.” The compliment would’ve been strange exchanged by anybody other than Spencer to you.

“Wait till you get to know me.” You said it through a smile but so softly you were afraid he might not be able to hear it, but he did.

And that was confirmed when he flashed you the most incredible, toothy grin you’d ever seen. “I uh, I doubt there will be any change in opinion.”

“Well, um, I’m sure- I think! You’re very likeable as well Dr. Reid.” you said.

“That’s what you say now.” He retorted in the same coy tone you had earlier.

You shook your head, “You’ll find I can be insufferably stubborn.”

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After two weeks, there was little Spencer could do to hide his massive crush affinity for you from the team.

In the bullpen:

You guys had locked eyes and were mouthing out exchanged of No’s and Yes’s from across the room. There was an ongoing half-serious dispute about whether or not Xanthippe slept with Plato.

Morgan glided in his wheeled chair to whisper into Spencer’s ear.

“Reid, stop giving JJ’s intern bedroom eyes. It fuckin’ weirds me out.” He said, shoving files into the cabinet below Reid’s desk.

“I’m..I’m not.. I--what? Bedr--No!” Reid whisper-shouted back.

On the jet:

“Reid?” Gideon called Spencer, “Chess?” He motioned towards the board.

“Yes, sure. Just give me a second. I’m almost done. I’m reading Infinite Jest. I don’t usually enjoy literature if it isn’t classic, even less so if it’s American. But..” Spencer smiled, “Y/N likes the author.” He continued his fast-paced reading of the third-to-last chapter of the book.

Morgan and Gideon exchanged glances.

Even in front of you:

You opened a sugar packet and began stirring.

“De Revolutionibus Orbium Coelestium is still some of the best work on heliocentric theory out there, I think. Copernicus knew what he was talking about!” You spun on your heels to see Reid’s face contorted in disagreement. You giggled, “Don’t give me that face! I’m right!”

He took a sip of his coffee as to keep himself quiet. “Listen, cosmological theory is for…”

But the pair of you were interrupted, it was Elle, standing behind you and in front of Spencer.

“New skirt?” Elle asked as you turned, back now facing Reid. She was pouring herself a cup of coffee too.

“Yes!” You excitedly nodded. “You like it?”

Elle looked up and down, but not at you. The judgmental eyes were for the man behind you. She pursed her lips, “Not just me.”

The only face redder than yours was Reid’s.

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Nights spent in a bar after a case that had dragged on far too long was nothing new, but the energy tonight was especially light. Gideon had refused, but everybody else was just relaxed, even Hotch, and the team just got happier at each other's happiness. It was great, really. As Hotch and Morgan sipped on whiskey, JJ and Penelope had already downed four sugary, colorful cocktails and were in a whispered fit of giggles. Elle and Spencer settled on a tamer option of an IPA Spencer couldn’t name.

“SPENCER!” Penelope excitedly shouted, “Y/N is literally you! You’re both adorable! You’re both geniuses! You’re both young!” She drew on her rant, “And if you have a crush on her you should just tell her!” JJ’s eyes widened in embarrassment as she tried to cover Penelope’s mouth.

Morgan and Elle erupted in soft laughter while Hotch cracked an uncharacteristically amused smile.

“Spence, I swear, I didn’t say that! I just...I may have mentioned how happy you get every time she’s around! And how you guys can talk for literally hours!” JJ defended, her words slurring in silly drunkenness.

Spencer rolled his eyes. This wasn’t the first time they teased him about you, and it probably wouldn’t be the last time either.

“I don’t have a crush on her! We just….we like the same things! It gives us a lot to talk about.”

“Yeah?” Morgan said through a laugh, “And what is it that boy and girl wonder talk about so much?”

“Well, uh.. a lot of things. But I find she gets the most excited when we are discussing the theories of postmodernism, in that apparent realities are actually just social constructs and veritable realities are subject to change, and uh... we like to talk about linguistics….political philosophy….history... mathematic theory...and uh, oh! Doctor Who.”

Spencer was blushing and spoke about you like a teenage girl did their boyband crush, and the team noticed. They didn’t even need to say it out loud. Spencer gathered from the way they looked back at him.

“I heard she lent you a book too, Reid.” Hotch said before taking a sip from his glass.

“Yes! She did!” He smiled, “It was her copy of Pale Fire. She has an impressive collection of 19th century Russian literature. All in its original dialect! Some of it’s even annotated, which usually would annoy me but since it’s her thoughts and notes I sort of find it endearing.”

“Dr. Reid is endeared!” Greenaway shrieked.

“Yeah,” he nodded, pushing his glasses up a little higher on his nose, “I find her incredibly endearing.”

“Y’all that sounded like a dorky love confession.” Morgan said as the team erupted in laughter and Reid’s head fell in a smile. There was no point in denying it anymore: He really, really liked you.

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Within two months, you and Spencer had finally put your shyness aside, and spent a very lovely evening at watching an orchestra at the Smithsonian Music, and sharing noodles at your favorite Thai restaurant. And then you guys spent some time on your couch. And then in your bed. And then in the shower. And then in the kitchen. You were both very sexually frustrated.

For the following two months, as soon as you both stepped out of the office, it was very, very hard to keep your hands off each other. Could either of you help it though? Teenage geniuses don’t experience parties, or football games, or clumsy sex. The time was perfect to make up for it.

And you guys did. The sex part at least. “Football involves a lot of dirt. And germs. And sweat.”

“Oh my god!” you shrieked. His hands were in a place they found themselves more and more often: Your pants.

“Does it feel good?” he asked, continuing his pattern of small circles on that particular bundle of nerves.

“It feels great.” You nodded.

“I uh, I’ve been researching the female anatomy.”

You closed your eyes and nodded your head, but trying to focus on your boyfriends newfound intellect. “It’s fascinating, isn’t it?”

He watched your undoing with boyish adoration and curiosity before swallowing, “Very.”

“Oh fuck!” Your legs began to shake, “Spencee...I’m gonn--”

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You and Spencer just understood each other.

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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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Tik Tok Leggings

Masterlist

Summary: Time to test these Tik tok leggings.

Warnings: swearing, Fluff, Cheeky Henry, Suggestive Themes, Plus sized reader

A/N: Just wanted to do something different thinking of maybe having a mini TikTok onshot series but unsure yet. Either way I hope you enjoy and happy Easter to those who celebrate and those who don't? Have a brilliant Sunday xx

Taglist: will be in comment/reblogs

You eyed the package wearily... just how the fuck were you meant to pull this off? Slowly but surely the confidence and 'fuck it' attitude was waning. They looked small.... very small.

You huffed a sigh looking at yourself in the mirror eyeing your form. You swear you'd gained some more weight, just a few pounds maybe? But you felt huge. Slowly you unravelled the leggings, it had been a good idea at the time but now you wasn't so sure. They were expensive and even thought you bought them as a little prank you did hope they would boost you confidence or at least be comfy enough to wear around the house.

Being a larger girl it was hard finding comfy clothes and you had to be comfy now that your boys were running around the house like headless chickens. You thought the terrible twos with trainers were bad? Your four year olds had scooters!

You grit your teeth and decided to try the leggings on gearing up for an all put war with the waist band but was pleasantly surprized. The fabric was firm and tummy controlling without feeling you feeling caught by a bloody boa constrictor! A comfy tight not spandex tight. You casually wondered about seeing if the company did bras, this shit would stop the girls from trying to knock you out on the stairs!

You pulled the material setting the... elasticated seam in your ass crack and winced... Okay that's a little strange... but not unpleasant and almost thong. You spun around eyeing yourself in to mirror. You didn't look to bad, if you said so yourself. Sure you wasn't magically strim and fit, you were blessed with a nice thick ass... but unfortunately had the thick hips and large thighs to go with it. You'd never be petite or dainty, but then again henry was huge behemoth of a man so you didn't need to be. As he said on many occasions he wanted a woman as thick as him... and you definitely fit that bill. His thighs were only slightly bigger then yours.

You turned around a few more times. Fuck okay hello there~ you grinned. You may not be the perfect sized woman but fuck if your ass wasn't glorious in these leggings~ this just might work.

You grinned and pulled on one of Henry's tshirts, the grey marines one it was snug and would ride up a little over your tummy showing off your bubble but that you felt was your best feature. And then padded downstairs, henry. Was in the large garden trying to teach the boys how to play rugby... Wanting to start them young.

You pottered about the kitchen chopping up the salad for tonight. Contrary to what people thought you were not large because you ate to much or did little exercise, you had always been bigger and admittedly since having the boys you had gained a little more weight but not ridiculously, you wasn't dangerously over weight.

You hummed looking out the patio door seeing henry jumping for joy as his boys and Kal played 'rugby' darting across the garden to the tiny rugby post at the end. Moving to Jersey to raise the kids was a brilliant idea, you had a huge country house with the land to go with it. Flat and immaculate that spread around the house in nearly four acres the lawn was mostly to the back and side and cornered off with tall hedge rows then beyond it a cornered off veggie plot and greenhouse and a work in progress chicken coop. Soon there will be a decent sized pond and some ducks... Henry didn't know yet, but if he was allowed to have a stables built four god knows how many horses you were allowed your ducks god dammit.

You grinned watching as henry ran around both the boys with his phone out cheering them on as they tor across the garden wrestling each other for the ball. You had panicked when you were told twin boys but you should have known henry would be able to handle it. It was perfect, days like this when he was home and strived to make his sons lives as magical and fun as he could, everyday was a holiday when dad was home.

You shook your head seeing the boys both lay on the floor in the shade completely tuckered out from the mornings fun. Henry can into the kitchen and you held your breath quickly bending over the counter a tad more then normal hoping to get a favourable reaction from your husband. But you couldn't help the tinge of doubt what if he didn't like them? Or thought you looked bigger then you were?

"Hey sweetheart are the boys fruit shoots in the fri-oh sweet baby Jesus" he coughed cutting himself off and took a half step back as he came in the kitchen. You giggled and turned to him then nodded your head to the fridge.

"Yeah their in there love" you said smirking and blushing as you saw him eyeing your ass tilting his head slowly down trying to get a better look at your ass making you bite your lip.

"Err yeah yeah... I... hold that thought" he said snapping out of it holding a finger up at you and looked to his phone.

"You just stay right were you are- no nope over bend over again babe... fuck me how did I get such a sexy little mama~" he growled one hand swiping over his screen. You flushed and wriggled our hips a little as you leant forward feeling on top of the world as he openly gawked at your ass. For a second you thought he was taking a photo and made to move wanting to snap up right but he napped his fingers to you pointing for you to get back down and brought the phone to his ear.

"Henry what are you?-" you tried standing once more but he crossed the kitchen pressing himself up against your ass and rocked slowly making you mewl as his bulge pressed against your ass half hard already. Henry huge hand pressed you down on the counter before him and winked then he spoke as who ever was on the phone answered.

"Hey mum, hi can you come get the boys?" He asked and you gasped at him shaking your head at him laughing. He wasn't palming the kids off to their grandparents because he wanted a midday fuck! Not that Marie-Ann would mind, she loved hosting the kids and frequently showed up out of the blue and took them out for the day. She was adamant that both you and henry still had alone time.

"No, no everything's all right I just- somethings come up~" he smirked and you laughed loud shaking your head at him, he was a little bugger! He wriggled his brows at you and nodded then flushed stuttering for a few comments.

"I.. No no of course not mum... muuuum stop- well yeah... yes I know you were young once-oh shit no I didn't mean of course your still young! Your in your prime! Okay yes, yes I promise to try my hardest... yes okay, see you in ten okay love you bye... bye mum I will. Yes I will mum bye" he muttered slowly moving through being embarrassed, shy and strangely confident before hanging up.

"Soo the boys are going out?" You giggled finding the way he reacted ridiculously cute. It wasn't what you expected, maybe a kiss on the cheek and a slap on the ass. But not him shipping the kids off for the day.

"And staying over night" Henry muttered moving both hands to your ass and squeezed and rolled the cheeks about making you squeak and try rising on your tip toes but he just growled following pressing a kiss to your neck.

"And what have we agreed to for this mighty generous gift? What have you promised?" You said arching back into him with a teasing tone knowing Marie would make henry pay for the 'young once' comment.

"Oh you know nothing too big just another grandchild, which wont be hard with these in your closet" he chuckled pinging the fabric that clung to your ass like a second skin. You flushed gasping out at him batting him away slowly. But it was a hard fought battle, Henry won easily sliding the cutting board back then let you spin to face him. He quickly hoisted you up onto the counter top behind you and kissed your lips moaning into you before pulling back and pointed at you.

"Right you stay- right here. Don't you move a muscle Mrs Cavill" he said seriously and backed away from you still pointing making you laugh and kick your feet biting your lip before nodding. Henry backed up to the back door and called out to the boys.

"Boys come on! Your going to grandmas for a sleep over! Go pack a bag, jammies, tooth brush and clothes for tomorrow! Come on mush hop it or cop it!" he called you smiled hearing two high pitch excited voices squealing at the thought of grandma. She spoilt them rotten. They dashed into the house quickly running past the both of you giggle as henry tried playfully nudging them on the bottoms with his foot when they ran through the kitchen to dart up the stairs and pack an overnight bag. Henry slunk out of the kitchen following the boys but kept glancing back at you.

"Remember right there babe, been too long since we fucked in here~" he growled making you flush remembering the last time you'd made love in here. It'd been when you were pregnant, the day you moved in before you redecorated you'd had Chinese take out and then made love in every room in the house.

"I'll be right here love I promise, now... You might want to sort yourself out before answering the door to your mother~" you teased pointing to the large lump in the front of his shorts making him grunt and cup himself trying to reposition himself and left the kitchen to help the boys pack.

You can safely say, these leggings were a success. You were definitely leaving a five star review... You did however regret not filming his reaction for tiktok. Honestly you didn't even have the app your sister in law had shown you and you thought it'd be something fun to try with Henry. You may just get more than you bargained for though, not that you minded... You just hoped you had a girl this time, it was about time to try and even things out a bit.

#henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x plus size reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x you

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alloftheimaginesblog · 3 years

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Life Without Colour {Steve/Plus Size Reader/Bucky}

Soulmate AU: Your vision is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. You and your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, aren’t each others soulmates but you love each other. He introduces you to his friends, the Avengers, and a very odd thing happens.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Plus Size Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Female Reader

Inspired by a tiktok trend lmao. i don’t usually enjoy love triangles, i find it unfair but couldn’t get this idea out of my head.

i might make this a series??? what do we think??

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

PART SIX

Life with Steve was a comfortable life. It was a good life; full of love, affection and happiness. You’d always felt like something was missing and something was missing. You hadn’t seen colour yet. When you met Steve, you knew that you weren’t soulmates yet he asked you out anyway and you said yes despite knowing that. You almost hated the life of soulmates and the fact that you had one soulmate, what if they lived miles and miles away? What if they were dead? What if you never met them? There were too many questions and not enough answers. You knew of some people who never met their soulmate and their vision was always in black and white. You also knew of some people who had been in large crowds or had been drunk, met their soulmate or at least glanced at their soulmate and either couldn’t find them in the crowd or the next day didn’t know who they were and there was no telling of who it could be because their vision was already colourful. So yeah, you weren’t a fan of the soulmate thing.

Steve had met his soulmate, it was Peggy Carter. The moment he met her as he stood in the line up in the army and she scoped them out, his world flooded with colour and so did hers. He hadn’t hidden this from you at all and you admired that; you admired his honestly. He smiled on your first date when he noticed you were apprehensive, “We’re not soulmates, it’s okay.” You relaxed then, “I like to think that there’s more than just one person out there for me. I like to choose my own destiny.”

It wasn’t long before you were in a committed relationship with him. He was like a breath of fresh air, so caring and kind and you had never been in love like this before. Steve was the closest thing to a soulmate as you’d had. You wished that he was your soulmate, it would ease your mind so much and it would have made your life so much easier. People didn’t think you and Steve should be together, you were regularly met with comments like, ‘You’re just setting up for heartache when you find your soulmate.’

You and Steve had spoken about what would happen if your world flooded with colour and you met your soulmate. Honestly, you’d expected a fight to break out but Steve was so kind about it and so level headed, unlike anything or anyone you’d ever seen before. ‘It would hurt me but I said on our first date that we weren’t soulmates. I love you, (y/n), and I want to spend the rest of my life with you but I trust you. I would trust that you would be open with me and let me know what you want to do. I can’t stop you from being with your soulmate so if you wanted to get to know them and see where it goes then I wouldn’t stop you. I just want you to be happy and I don’t want to hold you back from it. Just know that I love you and I believe in us.’ You told him that no matter what, you loved him first and he meant everything to you.

Life with Steve was good. You’d been dating for the best part of a year now and things were going good. You’d met most of the team and regularly met up with Sam and Nat, two of Steve’s closest friends. Steve told you all about his past, he told you all about Peggy and all about Bucky and you loved hearing stories of his past. The way Steve spoke of Peggy made you a little jealous but you couldn’t compete with his soulmate besides, he loved you. He was with you, planning a life and future with you, so you didn’t mind when he reminisced. You hadn’t met Bucky yet but you’d heard all about him. He was laying low in Wakanda, Steve told you, to try and undo the mind control that HYDRA had done to him.

‘I can’t wait to meet him one day,’ you said with a smile, ‘I can’t wait to hear all of his stories about you growing up.’ Oh how you would grow to regret saying that.

It was at Tony’s birthday party that your whole entire world changed and that is where this story begins.

“Do I look okay?” You asked Steve as you walked out from the bedroom. You wore a dress that was a little tighter than what you’d normally opt for, it showed off more curves; hugging your larger stomach and your back rolls.

Steve grinned at you, “Beautiful, sweetheart. I love that dress on you.”

“You don’t look half bad yourself, Captain.” He was so handsome, with that gorgeous smile and his hair styled to perfection. He wore black suit and tie, “My god, my boyfriend is the hottest man alive.”

Steve laughed as you approached him, planting a kiss on your forehead, “My god, my girlfriend is the most beautiful girl alive.”

You looked up at him, wishing that you could stare into his blue eyes and see the shade of them, “I love you, Steve.”

“I love you, too.” A large part of him wished that you had seen colour when you saw him, in fact the majority of him wished that. Deep down, he worried what would happen if you met your soulmate. He trusted you, god he really did, but it worried him. He hadn’t loved like this since Peggy and when he lost her, it almost broke him and he didn’t know if he could do that again.

He kissed you softly and pulled away all too soon. People didn’t understand your relationship, they always questioned whether or not you could be in love with someone that wasn’t your soulmate and the answer you told them was always yes, you can be in love with someone who isn’t your soulmate. Soulmate didn’t mean romantic, soulmate could be platonic too. You told them that you got butterflies whenever Steve kissed you, you missed him every time he was gone, you thought of him all the time and you knew; you knew that he was made for you. People just didn’t understand.

“Let’s go, love,” Steve said as he pulled away, “I gotta show you off and tell the world how beautiful my girlfriend is.” He just always knew exactly what to say, always knew how to lift you up and make you feel confident. Being a plus size woman dating Steve Rogers, America’s hunkiest superhero, it always made you feel a little insecure. When reporters or tabloids took a photo of the two of you together, the comments would always talk about you not being good enough for Steve. The media was a toxic place, that favoured white skinny people and hated everyone else. Your weight did not define your beauty or your worth. You were beautiful and you demanded respect. Steve was good for reminding you of that fact. He had been the one to tell you to wear this dress, he had told you that you looked like a Greek goddess and that Aphrodite herself would be jealous.

You had been to a few of Tony Stark’s parties before and each was always grander and wilder than the previous. This time though he had promised that it would be more intimate than the previous ones. Usually, half the city piled into the Stark Industries turned Avengers Tower and partied until dawn so you didn’t trust him when he said that it would be a more private event.

Low and behold, Tony Stark had been telling the truth! There were maybe one hundred to one hundred and fifty guests, which was still a lot but it was a lot of people you knew. A lot of SHIELD employees were there, Maria, Fury, the guy that played Galactica (you really should learn his name). Tony had invited the team, family, friends, reporters and even... “Is that Paris Hilton?”

“Yeah,” Tony said, appearing at your back, “I built some tech for her dog Tinkerbell so that she could talk to her years ago. She’s pretty cool.”

“My god.”

“Welcome,” Tony grinned, “Champagne?” He asked, snapping his finger and suddenly, a waiter came to you and offered you and Steve two glasses of champagne. You took one and sipped at it, “Love that dress, (y/n), love the colour.” Tony winked at you before getting caught in a conversation with Pepper.

You looked down at your dress, “Yeah, love the colour,” you muttered sardonically. Steve glanced at you, feeling a pang of sadness for you, before pointing over to Nat and Sam. Natasha smiled at you, complimenting your dress and your hair.

“Steve said the colour goes well with my eyes. He said that it’s red.” you said with a smile.

Nat looked at your sadly, “Still nothing?”

You shook your head, “No. I mean, I’m half hoping that I’ll wake up one morning, look at Steve and it’ll happen. I wish it could’ve been him.”

You and Nat had become close over the year, she was funny and kind and she always made you feel better about anything that was going on. She could also be stubborn and sarcastic but she was such a good friend, “Anyway, enough about me,” you said with a smile, “Bruce made a move yet?”

Natasha smiled as she looked over to Bruce, “Uh, yeah, actually.”

“Shut up!” You grinned, taking another sip of your drink, “When? What happened?!”

“He asked me on a date.”

As Natasha spilled the beans on her and Banner’s painfully slow budding relationship, you hadn’t noticed someone walking up to Steve who stood a few feet away and hugged him. You didn’t notice Steve’s laughter and comment of, “It’s so good to see you, man.”

After a few minutes, Steve interrupts you and Natasha, “Sorry, sweetheart, there’s someone really important that I want you to meet.”

You cock your head, “Sure, who is it?”

You can’t see them, Steve’s figure hides whoever it is. Steve grins and you can tell whoever it is is super important to him, “(y/n), I’d love for you to meet my best friend. (y/n) meet Bucky and Bucky meet (y/n).”

Steve steps to the side and your eyes look up and suddenly, you’re staring into the most intense blue eyes, “Bucky...” You whisper as colour floods your senses. The black and white fades from view and instead, colour floods into your vision. There he is, Bucky, the best friend of your boyfriend and apparently... your soulmate.

Oh, fuck.

Bucky’s smile falls as colour floods into his vision and he finds himself staring into your eyes, the first colour that he saw; the first face he’d seen in colour; his soulmate. The two of you stare at the other, unable to move or speak. Steve watches the two of you curiously, “You two okay? Don’t tell me you hate each other already.” You didn’t know what to do. How could you tell your boyfriend that his best friend was your soulmate? You couldn’t. You knew that it would crush Steve. You open your mouth but nothing comes out.

It’s Bucky who forces himself to look away from you and clears his throat, a smile plastered on his face, “No, just surprised that you never mentioned how beautiful (y/n) is.” He’s handsome, you’d known that for ages by all of the photos that Steve had shown you but he’s really handsome with a tanned complexion and short dark hair. His eyes were a deep shade of (what you would soon learn to be) blue and they were lovely. They looked sad; haunted almost and had such intensity that it made you feel self-conscious the longer you stared at each other. He wore dark pants and a white shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, his metal arm glinting in the light. Bucky Barnes was your soulmate.

Steve’s arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into his side as he presses a kiss to your forehead, “I’ve heard so much about you,” you say, forcing a smile, “Steve talks about you all the time.”

Bucky extends his hand, almost unsure whether he wants to make physical contact with you. You look at his hand and up to his eyes before extending your own hand and shaking it. He has a firm handshake with calloused hands from years of dealing with weapons and you let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding. There wasn’t a spark or that electricity that people talk about. People described touching their soulmate like being shocked yet it was just a hand and it was just for a second.

Bucky smiles as he drops his hand, “I hope it’s all good stuff he’s been saying.”

“Of course,” you say, “I thought you were Wakanda though.”

“I was,” Bucky nods, “but I’ve been free from HYDRA for a few months now and I felt confident enough to come home again.”

“Even got a new haircut,” Steve grins, reaching out to ruffle Bucky’s newly cropped in hair.

Bucky rolls his eyes, “You remember when you were the five foot four scrawny kid that could barely reach my head if you reached up? I miss that.”

Your head hurts from all of the bright colours; so many bright colours all around you that made you wince. You didn’t know how people just adapted to the bright colours. There were so many and you didn’t know what their names were, “Excuse me, I’m just going to get some air.”

You turned on your heel and left, trying to ignore Bucky’s eyes that bore into the side of your skull and instead walked towards Tony’s balcony. You could feel your breathing quicken as your heels tapped on the marble floors as panic rose in your chest along with an overwhelming sense of guilt.

Turning the handle, you opened the balcony doors and slipped out. Thankfully no one else was here so you were free to express whatever emotion you wanted. You looked out at the city, away from the party, as you let yourself feel. The city was beautiful, overwhelmingly so. Your hands trembled as they clung to the railing, terrified of what was going to happen next. Bucky Barnes, Steve’s best friend, was your soulmate. Out of the seven billion people in the world and your soulmate just had to be your boyfriend’s best friend.

Your breathing was ragged as you tried to calm down your sense of panic as bile rose in your throat. Squeezing your eyes closed, you breathed in deeply through your nose, “You’re okay,” you whispered to yourself, repeating the mantra over and over.

You were so focused that you didn’t realise someone else had stepped outside with you and were approaching you, “Look at the sky,” the voice said; the voice that made a shiver creep down your spine, “It’s okay, just look to the sky, (y/n).”

Opening your eyes, you looked to the sky. You didn’t need to look to know that it was Bucky, “The night sky is the same as it always was; still dark with white stars. Slow your breathing down and focus on the stars.” You did as he instructed, forcing yourself to breathe slower and deeper and forcing yourself to look only at the stars. It was minutes later when your breathing was slow that you felt confident enough to look out at the city, “How you feeling?”

“Overwhelmed,” was all you said.

Bucky nodded, leaning against the railing and looking out, “They’re amazing, aren’t they?” He asked, sparing you a glance, “Colours, I mean. I have no idea what each one is. I don’t know what’s blue or red or green but they’re beautiful.”

You nodded, “Yeah... What colour of eyes do you have?”

“I’ve been told blue, why?”

You pointed, “That colour. That billboard that’s talking about pizza. That’s blue. It’s the same colour as your eyes.” It was a lovely shade of blue actually; a deeper, more intense blue.

Bucky pointed to a flashing light across the way, “That’s the same colour as your dress.”

“Red. Steve told me that this dress is red.” You looked over at the light, “I’m too scared to look at the dress. It doesn’t feel right. He bought me this dress, he compliments how well it suits me and I’ve just discovered colour with his best friend.”

“I know... It’s the last thing I wanted or thought would happen.”

“Honestly, I would’ve preferred my soulmate be Loki, no offense, but that would’ve been much easier than this.”

Bucky laughed slightly, “I’ll drink to that.” He drained the rest of his champagne before setting it down on the ledge, “Steve told me all about you. Whenever we’d call, all he wanted to talk about was you.”

“All Steve liked to talk about was you,” you said to him, “I suppose we’re the greatest loves of his life right here, Peggy aside.”

He raised his eyebrows, “Told you about Peggy, huh?” You responded with an ‘of course’. Silence falls on the two of you and it’s Bucky who breaks the silence a minute later, “Look, it’s gonna be awkward. We can try and pretend this isn’t there but we’ll always know but... I won’t tell him if you don’t.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, “Shouldn’t we tell him?”

Bucky shrugs, “If that’s what you want.” I don’t know what I want right now. I want to have never met you, Bucky Barnes. I want to go home and to curl into bed with my boyfriend. I want black and white vision back, “This would... destroy him. I don’t know if I’m prepared to tell him, not yet at least. Could you?”

You thought about it, going through scenarios in your head, “I want to but... I don’t want hurt him.”

Bucky nods and looks out towards the cityscape again, “So, it’s decided. We keep it a secret and don’t worry, we can try and avoid each other and pretend that nothing’s happened... Deal?”

You nod, “Bucky... I’m sorry.” You didn’t know why you apologised but you felt a pang of guilt that you’re his soulmate and nothing can happen between the two of you.

Bucky laughs but you notice that it seems a little forced, “If only I’d met you first, doll, eh?” You laugh with him slightly, only quiet and only for a second, “I’m sorry too. This isn’t easy so I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want you to avoid me like I’m the plague,” you tell him, “I don’t want Steve to get suspicious but he’ll get suspicious if we’re never around each other...” Bucky nods and tells you that he understands, “My god, it’s all a bit complicated.”

You feel a pang of guilt again that you’d be hiding it from Steve but it’s for the best. At least for just now until you and Bucky kind of understood everything and got a hang of the new world in front of you. You didn’t want to lie to him but you couldn’t tell him this... not yet anyway. Bucky mirrors you and sighs, “It’s for the best.” He nods, “We’ll tell him eventually...”

Bucky gives you one last smile before he turns and leaves. He pauses and walks back over to you, “It’s nice to finally meet you, (y/n).” He says sincerely, “You really are beautiful, Steve’s a lucky guy.”

You look up at Bucky and you know that anyone would kill for him to be their soulmate, “It’s nice to meet you too, Bucky,” you say, voice barely louder than a whisper, “It’s nice to finally know who my soulmate is even if it can never happen.”

He takes a breath before going inside and it’s then that you finally look down at your dress. The colour surprises you, it’s bright yet dark and deep and rich and it’s beautiful. Steve had done a good job picking this one out. You lift your head and notice Steve approaching from inside.

You turn your back to him, taking a deep breath, before he’s beside you, “I saw the two of you talking,” he says happily, “You like him?”

You turn to him, about to say something when you falter. His eyes. His marvellous blue eyes. They were a few shades lighter than Bucky’s, brighter. You find yourself melting into them. You love them. Steve says your name, snapping you out of your trance, “Sorry, champagne went straight to my head. Uh, yeah, he’s lovely,” you say with a quick smile, “He thinks really highly of you, Steve.”

Steve grins, “I’m so glad that the two of you get along, I was so worried in case you didn’t. I was even worried in case it turned out that you two were soulmates because Bucky sees black and white too!” Steve laughs and you want to cry. You want to blurt out the truth; you should have told him. Dear god, you should have told him then and there but you don’t. Instead you force a laugh and laugh with him. Steve notices nothing.

You talk for a few more minutes before you tell him that you’re really tired and have a migraine coming. It’s not a lie. “Can we go home?” Steve nods, shrugging his suit jacket off and draping it over your shoulders.

“Let’s go.” He leads you back inside and you find yourself unable to look at anything other than the floor, “Let me say bye to everyone first, okay?” He presses a kiss to your temple before weaving through the crowd to find the team and say bye. He’s back barely a moment later and as your leaving you accidentally bump into something hard; really hard.

“Jesus!” You hiss, grabbing your shoulder.

“Shit, sorry-” It’s Bucky. Of course it is. Of course. You can barely look him in the the eye longer than a second, “You okay? I promise the other one isn’t that hard.”

Steve mimics his question of asking if you’re okay, you nod, “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry, I’ve got a migraine, didn’t see you.”

“You know, I have a migraine coming on too,” Bucky says, rubbing his head. That was what finally seeing colour did to you, you supposed. “You two heading home?”

Steve nods, “Yeah... What about hanging out some point this week?” He asks Bucky, “You could come for dinner... Sunday?” Steve looks to you, “We’re not busy, are we?” You shake your head.

Bucky glances at you almost looking for your approval before he answers. You give the tiniest of nods and Bucky relaxes, “Yeah, sure. Sunday sounds great.”

Steve grins and the pair hug, “I’ll text you tomorrow and we’ll set it up.”

As the pair say their goodbyes, you look up at Bucky, meeting those blue eyes. God, you just need to go home and sleep. Maybe this is all a bad dream, maybe tomorrow you’ll wake up and everything will be black and white again and the guilt will be gone. You muster up the strength to say goodbye to Bucky before Steve leads you out of Stark Tower.

It’s a long car ride home and you’re only fifteen minutes away in a car. The drive is long and all you can think about is Bucky, nothing romantic but more you couldn’t believe that your soulmate is Bucky. The universe is fucked up; getting off on causing the biggest love triangle of the 21st century.

Steve asks if you’re okay and all you can say is, “Tired.” He frowns at you, knowing something’s bothering you. He knows you the best out of anyone on his planet so he knows exactly when something’s wrong. He puts it down to the migraine and tiredness but there’s something niggling in the back of his mind as he drives you both home, something that makes him think that something else is wrong and bothering you.

As soon as you get to Steve’s apartment, you kick off your shoes and ask him to unzip you. He does and immediately, you step out of your dress and go to put some pyjamas on. He picks up your dress and follows you into the bedroom, “Are you sure that nothing is wrong?”

You sigh, “I’m fine, really. This migraine is just doing a number on me and I’m tired. I think I just need to sleep.” Steve lets you get dressed and brush your teeth. When you come back into the bedroom, he’s in bed waiting for you with a bottle of water and some migraine tablets, “God, I love you, Steve Rogers.” You take the medication and the water and set it down on the bedside cabinet.

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead once you’re settled into bed, “Get some sleep, sweetheart. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

Something you always envied about Steve was his ability to fall asleep quickly. He always said that it was a perk of the super solider serum. Within three minutes, Captain America is snoring beside you, arms wrapped around you tightly. You try to sleep but all you can think about, all you see when you close your eyes is Bucky’s piercing dark eyes staring into your soul. When you do get to sleep, those blue eyes haunt you.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky can’t get your face out of his head. He lays on the floor of his apartment, the cold wood cooling the heat of his body. He can’t stop thinking about you. After years of wondering who his soulmate is he can’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that it’s his best friends girl. Bucky sighs and rolls over.

If only I met you first, doll, eh?

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pinkczennie · 3 years

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Dirty Mind | Yuta (m)

Part of this playlist fic!

Pairing: Yuta x female reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2k

Warnings: 18+ only, mature language, explicit sexual content, protected sex

She’s got a dirtier mind than my mouth.

Holy fuck, the man is hot as hell. I’d let him absolutely rail the shit out of me, you thought to yourself when a mutual friend of yours, Mark, first introduced you to his friend, Yuta, after a victorious soccer game.

“Nice to meet you, y/n,” he smiles, showing off his pearly teeth, as he extends his hand out for you.

His long, black hair tied in a low ponytail that you imagine threading your fingers in between to pull on, and his long fingers painted with black nail polish that you want shoved knuckles deep in your pussy.

You can’t believe you’re having such impure thoughts about someone you just met, but you couldn’t help yourself in the presence of such an attractive person.

“Nice to meet you too, Yuta,” you take his hand in yours and shake hands.

When his attention is no longer on you because someone else came to congratulate Yuta on his win, you continued to gaze at him from afar until you felt a nudge against your arm, snapping you out of your dirty thoughts.

“Hey, are you staring at Yuta?” Haechan asks as he follows the direction of your eyes.

“What? No, I wasn’t,” you quickly deny, hiding your flustered face.

“Oh my god, you totally were!” he gasps.

You groan, “Okay, yes I was staring at him. Sheesh, I didn’t realize how obvious I was making it.”

“Holy shit, are you into Yuta?” he asks.

“Maybe… god, he’s so hot,” you reply honestly. “He probably has a huge dick. Fuck, I would let that man rearrange my guts in all kinds of positions.”

“Ew, okay, I didn’t need to hear that,” he grimaces, disgusted. He wishes he didn’t have that visual in his head.

You meant it though. Bless Mark for introducing you to such a fine ass man.

As a celebration for winning the game, his frat house throws him and the other soccer players that are in the fraternity a party.

Thankfully, you had some connections, aka Mark and Haechan, so you only knew about the party through him and were able to get invited.

Throughout the party, as you mingle with other people and some friends, you couldn’t help but occasionally search the crowd for a certain someone.

Your eyes wander from people to people until you finally spot him with a beer can in his hand while chatting with his friends. Yuta sports a white tee and ripped black jeans, looking fine as always.

Your head is empty besides the thought of riding Yuta’s thighs, staining his pants with your juices while he showers you with praises for being such a good girl.

“Why don’t you just go up and talk to him instead of staring at him like a creep?”

You look at Haechan with narrow eyes, “And say what?”

“I don’t know. ‘Hey I think you’re hot. Wanna fuck?’” he suggests.

“Are you crazy? I just met him like a few days ago, there’s no way I can say that.”

“I mean it’s better than just staring at him like a creep,” he mumbles.

Was I being creepy? You wonder and mentally slap yourself.

You tried, emphasis on ‘tried’, to keep your staring to a minimum of just a few quick glances, but unfortunately, you were not very good at being subtle with your staring because, damn, was it hard for you to look away from Yuta sometimes, so said man has caught you multiple times. He notices you staring at him, and honestly, you peaked his interest. He wonders what you are thinking about when you stare at him like that.

He finds it cute how you would awkwardly look away when Yuta catches you staring, your face turning a shade of pink pretending like he didn’t just catch you.

“Dude, she’s been staring at you all night,” Jungwoo states as he leans against Yuta.

“Yeah, I know,” Yuta says as he takes a sip of his beer. “She’s pretty cute.”

“I can tell she’s into you. I even heard from Haechan that she talks about you.”

“Oh yeah?” Yuta perks up at this new information. “What does she say about me?”

“How you’re hot and that she’d let you rearrange her guts in all kinds of positions,” Jungwoo repeats Haechan’s words.

“Damn, that’s fucking hot,” Yuta mumbles as he bites the nail of his thumb to suppress the grin spreading across his face.

“Why doesn’t she just make a move already? She’s practically making it obvious.” Jungwoo wonders.

Yuta doesn’t think you would dare approach him first, so Yuta knew he had to make the first move.

I want to be the person that you do it to

After way too many drinks, you needed to pee so you excuse yourself to search for the restroom. You’re pretty tipsy but you can walk a straight line, so you can manage yourself just fine.

After using the restroom, you walk down the hallway, passing by the frat member’s rooms, and stopping dead in your tracks when something captures your attention.

You don’t mean to be intrusive and just walk into someone’s room, but when you notice a soccer jersey hung nicely on the wall with the last name ‘Nakomoto’ in full display, you realize this must be Yuta’s room.

You peek around to see if anyone is looking before carefully making your way into his room and close the door halfway behind you. You won’t stay long enough for someone to see you in the room, but you just wanted to see what his room would be like.

His room is quite simple, a bed, a desk, a laptop, a closet, and soccer gear scattered around his room. It was a little messy, like the blanket messily tossed on the bed, and some papers and textbook thrown around the floor, but honestly it was what you typically imagined a male college student’s room to look like. Honestly, it kind of just screams Yuta in your opinion.

You walk up to examine his soccer jersey, imagination running wild with thoughts of Yuta fucking you while you’re wearing his soccer jersey.

Oh, what you would give to make that dream come true to let Yuta do nasty things to you until you’re fucked dumb.

After examining his room and jersey, you turn around to leave but your heart almost leaps out of your chest when you see Yuta leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed around his chest staring intently at you. How long has he been standing there and how did you not even hear him?

“Hey, you. Whatcha doin’ in my room?” The man asks.

“Oh...I-uh was just- um- I wanted to admire your jersey up close,” you laugh awkwardly, cringing at your very lame and probably unbelievable excuse, but it was the best thing you could come up with under pressure.

“Oh really? What do you think about when you look at my jersey?” he asks as he slowly starts to approach you.

You gulp when he’s getting closer and closer to you. “I just thought about how cool you were when you won that soccer game.”

“Oh really?” Yuta stops when he’s standing right in front of you, blocking you from any escape routes. “I think you’d look cute in it.”

Are you just hearing things or did Yuta just say what you think he just said?

You blush, “O-oh, thanks.”

He unhooks his soccer jersey from the hanger and turns to you, “But you’d look even cuter wearing it while I rearrange your guts on my bed.”

You feel your heart skip a beat before your face turns beat red now as you stare up at him with wide eyes.

“So..I heard that you think I’m hot and you’d let me fuck you,” Yuta takes a step closer until his face is right in front of you, looking down at you with dark eyes, “Want to turn that fantasy into a reality with me?”

You feel yourself clench around nothing, and you feel something snap inside you. This devilishly handsome man right here is asking if you wanted to have sex, and who were you to say no? There was no way you were letting this opportunity pass.

“Fuck, yes,” you breath out as your lips attack his in a hungry kiss.

She just wants to fuck me all the time

That’s how you ended up in Yuta’s bed, wearing only his oversized soccer jersey, with your face down ass up, while his dick slams into your soaking cunt at an animalistic pace.

Both your lips are swollen red from kissing and eating each other’s mouths. Your original clothes and his clothes are discarded all around the floor as you both try to strip as fast as possible. You get into his jersey while he rolls a condom on.

The party is still going on outside but the door is locked, so no one can interrupt you two. But honestly, you and Yuta probably would not be opposed to leaving the door unlocked for someone to walk in on you while you’re in the middle of the deed. It just adds to the thrill of being caught.

The blaring music from the living room helps drown out the sound of skin slapping against skin, the moans, and the bed creaking with every thrust.

His length is stretching your walls and filling you to the brim that you can feel every ridge of his dick.

“Damn babe, you feel so good,” Yuta breathes. “Your pretty little pussy being stuffed full of my cock.”

“Y-yuta,” you whimper.

“God, I could fuck you all day until you can’t walk for a week and you’re covered in my marks to let everyone know what a dirty little slut you are,” Yuta purrs.

The dirty talk is making you even more turned on. You can’t believe that this man is actually fucking you right now after fantisizing about this moment for so long.

Yuta watches his member disappear inside of you as he thrusts forward. You look so small in just his jersey and he wants to absolutely ruin you. He couldn’t help but slap your bare butt, causing you to yelp.

You grip the bed sheets and throw your head back when Yuta repositions himself and brushes against a certain spot that had you seeing stars. The bundle of nerves in your lower stomach is ready to burst and you disregard any thoughts of holding back your voice. You were so overwhelmed with pleasure that you could cry. Your mind is clouded with lust and desire that you can’t think straight anymore.

“I’m close,” you breathe.

Yuta’s thrusts become even more harsh and his grip on your hips will surely leave marks. He bites his lips when he feels your walls squeezing around his dick because he feels his release coming soon as well.

With one final thrust, a silence scream escapes your lips as you release all over his cock while Yuta groans as he shoots his seeds inside the condom.

You both pause for a moment, just catching your breaths while Yuta remains still inside of you. Your heads are spinning after that intense climax just now. You both stare at each other’s exhausted and sweaty state.

After a few seconds, he pulls out of your entrance, leaving you feeling hollow and you whine a bit which makes Yuta chuckle. He discards the used condom into his trash bin and settles next to you on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

You turn to admire post sex Yuta, his hair stuck to his forehead due to the sweat that accumulated on his skin and his chest rising up and down as he inahles and exhales oxygen.

You smile before climbing on top of Yuta to take a seat on his lap, surprising the man.

“Round two?” You suggest.

Yuta stares at you with wide eyes, shocked by your stamina of wanting to go again, before bursting out into laughter. “Ride me this time.”

Hopefully, no one will be looking for you or Yuta because you two might be at it for a while.

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sugarmint-farm · 3 years

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Summertime crushes (pt 1)

Sebastian sighed, wiping his forehead with a rag and unknowingly leaving a grease stain behind. The oppressive heat was horrid, but it meant that Demetrius wouldn’t be leaving the house today. That meant it was the perfect opportunity to work on his motorcycle without disruptions or nagging. Sam and Abigail had come over too, and were playing music in the shade.

He rolled out from under the bike and sat up, stretching out and groaning in relief. “Toss me a beer?”

Sam grinned and pulled one out of the cooler, throwing it over. “How are things under there?”

He knocked off the cap with his wrench and took a sip. “Good. The chain needs cleaning, and I’ll need some new brakes soon.”

Abigail perked up. “Going into the city soon, then?”

“Probably.” He shrugged. “Why, you want to come?”

“Yeah! Bee has been talking about a concert she wants to take me to next friday, would you bring me?” She pouted towards him, puppy eyes glistening.

He laughed a little. “Those haven't worked in years. But sure.”

She pumped a fist. “Hell yeah! Thanks, Seb!”

He grinned and took another sip of beer, the cool drink providing a small bit of relief.

“Oh, speaking of concerts, I found this great band I’ll show you at practice, I think they’re really awesome.” Sam spoke up, grinning. “They’re Zuzu based, so maybe we can even catch a show one time.”

“I’m the only one with a car. Of any sort. And it’s a two person cycle.” Sebastian deadpanned.

“Do y’all need a car?” Sebastian perks up almost imperceptibly at the farmer’s voice. Sam grins and waves them over, beaming. Abigail grins too.

“Ayy, (Y/n)!” Sam called out. “What’s up?”

You plop down on the grass next to Sam, directly across from Sebastian. Sebastian flushed, grateful that he was already red from the heat. Your muscular arms and shoulders were on display today, and as much as he hated the heat, he couldn't help but be thankful that it let him see this.

“Honestly, not much. The sprinklers your mom helped install have been a real lifesaver this year, and I’ve been able to go fishing more. The other day I even pulled a massive halibut! Enough about me, though. What’s this I heard about needing a car?” The others looked to Sebastian to explain, and he froze up, so Sam took over.

Sebastian honestly wanted to explain, he did! But you were so pretty and you were smiling at him which like nobody but his two friends and his mom did and he just panicked. His cheeks burned in shame, and he ducked his head down in a poor attempt to hide.

“Oh, Breakfast of the Damned? I could totally bring y’all there! I actually know the bassist, so I could probably get you some cheaper tickets.”

Sam gasped. “What! No way!” He reached over and grabbed his shoulder, shaking it. “Seb, they know the bassist!”

Abigail was bouncing slightly. “That’s so cool, (Y/n)! You would really do that for us?!”

You laughed at their excitement. “Yeah, totally. Would you like to come, Sebastian? I think Jax would like you.”

He blinked, and glanced up to meet your eyes. “Yeah, sure.”

You beamed, and from the corner of his eye he saw Abigail’s eyes widen briefly. He dismissed it though, simply basking in your full attention. “Awesome. I’ll text them and ask when the concert dates are.” You grinned at Sam, and then turned to Sebastian again. “Off topic, I heard you were the guy to go to for wifi hookups?”

He relaxed. This was comfortable territory. “Yeah, don’t you have it already though?”

“Nah.” You shrugged.

Sam gaped at you. “No way! But you’ve already been here like a year and a half!”

You shrugged again. “It just wasn’t important.”

Sebastian hummed. “Well, I could get it set up within the week if you were willing to wait.”

“Of course! How much?”

He would do anything for you, he’s not going to make you pay for it. “Nothing, consider it payback for boosting Mom’s business so much.”

You frowned. “What? No. How about... 2500? Might have lowballed it a bit, though.”

He choked. That would be enough for a new monitor. No way was he letting you pay that much. “No way! 500, max!”

You rolled your eyes. “3000, last offer.”

“NO!” He shouted, then flinched back.

You laughed. “3000 then.” You pulled out a pouch, heavy with gold, and cupped his hands over it. He couldn’t even hand it back, stunned by the gentle pressure of your hands on his. He couldn’t even move, honestly.

Sam laughed. “Ha, you broke him, (Y/n)!”

Abigail laughed, though it was slightly off. “Y-yeah, you broke him…”

You flushed. “I just don’t want him to undervalue himself so much! It’s hard work!”

Sam smiled. “I’ve been telling him that!”

You nodded. “Thank you, Sam.” You stood up and dusted off your shorts, and Sebastian grew even redder as his face was level with your toned thighs. “Hey, Sam, wanna come with me to the cave to grab some of the beer I tried to make? We can bring it back to try.”

“Sounds great!” The two of you walked off, talking cheerfully.

Sebastian mumbled out, “Holy shit they held my hand.”

“What?” Abigail said.

“Holy shit they held my hand.”

Abigail choked on her drink, then cackled gleefully, leaning back as Sebastian’s face burned. “I thought I was imagining things! You like them! Sweet Yoba, this is amazing.”

Sebastian spluttered. “N-no, no I don’t! I just- I... “ He hangs his head. “Yeah.”

“Oh, you’re a total simp too, aren’t you.”

He slumped lower. “Yeah…”

Abigail laughed. “Well, I’m pretty sure that you have a shot.”

Sebastian snorted. “Yeah, okay. I’ll believe that the day Demetrius asks me about my job and listens.” He rolled his eyes and stood up, going back to work on his bike.

Abigail sighed. “Stubborn idiots.” She mumbled.

{time skip}

Sebastian was just finishing up as he heard a loud crash. He jolted and hit his head on the bike, then rolled out holding his forehead and glaring. “WHA-” He startled backwards as he registered how close you suddenly were.

“That sounded nasty, Sebastian. Mind if I take a look?”

He nodded mutely, and you gently cupped his cheek and tilted his head upwards towards you. He promptly felt like combusting and regretted agreeing very much. You were… stunning, even with your brows furrowed in concern. He stared helplessly up at you as you brought out a handkerchief out to clean his forehead off, subconsciously leaning into your touch. Your every movement was gentle, and he bit back a sigh at how wonderful it felt to feel like he was worth being gentle for. Not even his mother had been this gentle with him since he was a kid. Yoba, you were amazing.

The moment was over too quickly, and he followed your palm briefly as you pulled away, before jolting back in embarrassment. You grinned at him. “Your head seems okay, Sebastian. Some ice might help, but it would likely help more with the heat than the headache.”

He nodded. “Thanks. For helping. With that.” Yoba, why did he keep pausing? Why was he so awkward? Strike him down now, please.

You laughed. “No problem. I’m glad you’re okay.”

He hesitantly smiled back at you. “Yeah.”

You grabbed his hand, and tugged him up. “C’mon, Sam and Abigail set up near the lake, we’re gonna swim some!” You pulled him along, chattering away, and he followed you, listening in quiet adoration. He really, really liked you, and he desperately hoped you felt the same.

#stardew sebastian #sdv sebastian #sdv #sebastian x farmer #sdv sebastian x farmer #reader insert #gender neutral reader #sebastian stardew valley #sdv x reader #stardew valley x reader #fanfic #writing

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jammatown919 · 3 years

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Best Laid Plans

Several months ago, an anon asked me to write a piece in which the group tries to play matchmaker for Ruby and Penny. This is what that turned into.

Ruby liked Vacuo better than she'd thought she would. Sure, it was unbearably hot most days and a fair amount of the locals seemed rather disgruntled about having more refugees around, especially Atlesian ones, but she'd take this over Atlas any day.

She was especially relived that she and her group had been allowed to enroll as students at Shade Academy rather than having their Huntsmen licenses renewed. They hadn't been at all ready for the position when General Ironwood had offered it to them, and while there was still a lot to worry about, everyone was glad to have some of the pressure taken off of them. Unfortunately, however, the lowered stress and extra free time had given them an opportunity to concern themselves with things that absolutely did not require their attention, such as Ruby's love life.

Two weeks ago, Ruby had made the horrible mistake of confiding in Yang about her crush on Penny, which had resulted in most of the rest of their friends knowing about it too. Most of them were alright about it, but Yang and Nora were absolutely hellbent on playing matchmaker, and they weren't taking no for an answer.

Every single time one of them caught Ruby alone, they'd plead with her for permission to set up a date so everyone wouldn't have to watch her 'pining' anymore, and no matter how many times she said she didn't want to burden Penny with her feelings, they persisted. Eventually she'd started trying to avoid them altogether, which was a lot easier with Nora than it was with Yang, considering they shared a room.

On their second Friday living at Shade Academy, also the second Friday since Ruby had confided in her sister, Yang found Ruby alone in the dorm and made what felt like her millionth plea of the week.

"For the last time," Ruby snapped, flopping down on her bed. "I don't want you to set up a date! It'll just make everything awkward."

She was trying to keep her cool, but honestly, this was starting to piss her off. This was none of Yang's business, or Nora's for that matter. She didn't need their input.

"Oh, come on, Ruby!" Yang groaned, her voice laced with exasperation. "You have to know she's into you!"

"Give me one good reason to believe she actually likes me back." Ruby retorted, rolling her eyes as Yang let out a dry laugh.

"I'll give you ten reasons," she said confidently. "You two are basically attached at the hip, she gets that little pouty face every time she gets told she can't pair with you for combat training, you literally share a bed-"

"Only because there weren't enough beds when we moved in!" Ruby quickly sat up, warmth rushing to her face.

"Yeah, but when Blake and I starting sharing, I asked Penny if she wanted my old bed and she just about cried." Yang replied. "Unless you want to sit here and argue that all of that is platonic, you know she likes you back. So why won't you just talk to her about it?"

"Look," Ruby sighed. "Even if you're right, I just don't want to give her anything else to worry about. She just lost her home, she's still getting used to being the Winter Maiden, and now she has all this human stuff to deal with. She needs my support right now, and I don't want to accidentally push her away."

Yang's expression softened at that, and she slowly crossed the room to sit down beside Ruby.

"I get that," she said quietly, suddenly much more sympathetic than frustrated. "And I know I'm being kind of pushy, but I don't want you to miss out. This could be your only chance for a while to actually go on dates and have fun with her."

Ruby let out another, heavier sigh and leaned back onto her hands, tilting her face toward the ceiling.

Yang was right. They might have a respite now, but Salem could show up any day. This chance to be students again wasn't going to last forever. They were getting to be kids one last time, and that would be over the moment Salem made herself known again. Then there would be no dates or time to worry about feelings, probably just regrets if she didn't do this now.

"What do I even say to her?" she asked quietly. "I've never liked someone like this before. What if I screw something up?"

"Just be honest with her." Yang put an arm around Ruby's shoulders and gave her a gentle squeeze. "Tell her how you feel, ask her if she wants to go out, and let Nora and I take care of the rest. We'll find a nice place for you to go, and I'll tell you everything I know about impressing girls."

She winked good-naturedly and released Ruby, who then took a deep breath and stood. She didn't feel even remotely prepared for this, but there was a decent chance it could be now or never.

"I'm gonna go see if I can find her." Ruby decided, steeling herself. She made her way toward the door, giving her sister a nervous grin over her shoulder as she left. "Wish me luck."

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Ruby found Penny an hour later in Shade's library, sitting at one of the tables with a pile of books. From the looks of it, she'd been here a while, possibly making her way through a series.

"Hey," Ruby said quietly as she reached Penny's table. "What are you reading?"

Penny glanced up, looking mildly startled.

"Oh, it's just a fantasy story," she replied sheepishly, lowering the book in her hands. "It's a bit silly, but I've never had time to just sit and read before. I'm finding it quite enjoyable!"

"That's good." Ruby smiled and took a seat across from Penny, clasping her hands anxiously in her lap. "Sorry if I'm interrupting you or anything, I just wanted to ask you something."

"Of course." Penny put her book down and leaned forward attentively.

"I was just wondering if, um..." Ruby squeezed her fingers, trying to steady her voice long enough to get the question out. "If you wanted to... go out with me sometime? Like, on a date? I-If not, it's totally cool, I just... y'know..."

Penny blinked at her slowly, and Ruby shrank back as much as the chair would allow her to.

"A date?" Penny inquired.

"Yeah," Ruby replied, her face burning. Dear God please let her know what a date is, she thought frantically. "I really like you, like more than just a friend. I've been wanting to tell you for a while, but I was scared of making you uncomfortable, but then I realized that with everything going on I might not get another chance for a while, and- Penny?"

Caught up in her rant, it had taken Ruby far to long to realize that Penny wasn't listening to her. Instead, she was just staring blankly, her expression completely unreadable.

"Are you okay?" Ruby leaned across the table and waved her hand in front of Penny's face. "Are you bluescreening?"

Back when she'd had a mechanical body, Penny had occasionally 'bluescreened' when struggling to process some new piece of information. She usually snapped out of it within a few minutes, so Ruby wasn't particularly concerned, but she had to admit she was surprised that Penny was still doing it even in a human body.

"Yes." Penny said suddenly, shaking herself a bit.

"I- what?"

"Yes, I will go on a date with you." Penny clarified, her face turning slightly pink. "I like you too, quite a lot."

"Really?" Ruby's shoulders sagged with relief, and she couldn't help the grin spreading across her face.

"Of course." Penny said with a little smile. "I would have said something much sooner if I had thought you might feel the same way."

"How could I not?" Ruby asked softly. "You're so sweet and beautiful and kind. It was kind of impossible not to fall in love with you."

Penny's blush intensified, and she looked away bashfully.

"You are all of those things too." she replied, her voice quiet and shy.

Ruby chuckled softly, then straightened herself and cleared her throat before either them could get any more flustered.

"So," she went on. "I was thinking maybe we could do dinner tomorrow around six? Or, well, Yang was thinking that, but I have no idea how to plan dates so I'm just listening to what she says."

"That sounds perfect." Penny said enthusiastically.

"Great," Ruby smiled and rose from her seat. "I'll let you get back to your reading. See you tomorrow."

Ruby turned to leave, barely hearing Penny's quiet "Goodnight," as she rushed out of the library. The moment the doors slammed shut behind her, she let out a loud, shaky laugh. She'd done it. She'd actually done it. She'd managed to land herself a date, and now all she had to do was survive it.

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Penny had to admit, she'd been surprised to hear that her best friend had a crush on her. Delighted, of course, but so very surprised. She'd been planning to keep her own feelings a secret forever, lest Ruby find them unusual or inappropriate, but that was no longer necessary. Ruby shared the same feelings, and apparently they were quite normal.

It was a relief to know that, but Penny couldn't say that all of her anxieties had been quelled. According to Ruby, the next step after confessing their feelings was going on a date together, a concept with which Penny was not particularly familiar. She had a basic idea of how it was supposed to work, but she wasn't sure of the correct way to behave or what she was supposed to say while they were out.

Penny had gone to Nora with these concerns, hoping for some friendly advice, and had been promptly and quite literally dragged into Team JNPR's dorm room for a pre-date pep talk.

"You really don't have all that much to worry about." Nora said as she worked on lacing up the back of Penny's dress. It was quite similar to one she'd worn to Beacon's dance; light green, knee-length, and very soft. She'd borrowed it from an upperclassman named Velvet, who she knew by association due to her team's friendship with Team RWBY.

"But what if I say something wrong?" Penny asked anxiously, running her fingers through her hair. She'd already brushed through it twice, but perhaps one more time couldn't hurt.

"What would you say wrong?" Nora inquired as she finished with the dress. "You two are already friends, so you don't have to deal with any of that 'getting to know each other' business. Just go and have fun. And make sure you laugh at all her jokes."

"All of them?" Penny echoed unenthusiastically. Her sense of humor was quite different from the majority of her friends, and she sometimes had trouble discerning whether something was a joke. How would she know what to laugh at?

"Unless they're offensive or something, but it's Ruby so I doubt that." Nora shrugged and grabbed a bit of Penny's hair, gently fluffing it out. "Think you're ready?"

"Maybe?" Penny replied. "Do I look presentable?"

"You're gorgeous, Pebbles." Nora turned Penny around so they were face to face, placing two firm, comforting hands on her friend's shoulders. "Everything's gonna be fine, okay? You've gone places with Ruby hundreds of times; just act how you normally would."

"Okay." Penny nodded. She could do that.

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The restaurant Penny had been invited to was a small café hardly a stone's throw from Shade's campus. From what Penny could tell, it seemed to be primarily frequented by the school's students, as the majority of the people sitting in the outdoor area were wearing school uniforms.

Of the three that were not, one was Ruby, clad in a black top and bright red skirt that just barely reached her knees. She spotted Penny from her table near the café's front window and waved her over with a shy smile.

"Hey," she greeted softly as Penny approached. "You look really nice."

"As do you." Penny replied politely, sincerely hoping that the grin on her face didn't look too silly. She stood there awkwardly for a moment before taking a seat, leaning forward so their table's umbrella could better protect her fair skin from the sun.

For a good two minutes, they sat there in silence, Ruby seemingly avoiding eye contact and Penny quietly fidgeting while she tried to think of something to say.

"This place is pretty cool, right?" Ruby offered at last, glancing in Penny's direction.

"I think it's quite hot, actually." Penny replied. Ruby let out a soft chuckle, and she quickly realized her mistake. "Oh! You meant- yes, it's very cool."

Penny briefly averted her gaze as her face grew warm, but she was saved from any further embarrassment by the arrival of a tired-looking waitress.

"Have you two decided on anything?" she asked, placing two glasses of water down on the table. As she did so, she fixed Penny with the same vaguely suspicious look every Atlesian refugee had been receiving from the locals.

It wasn't entirely uncalled for, considering everything her nation had done to theirs, but it made her uncomfortable nonetheless.

"Um..." Penny glanced down at the menu, eager to get the waitress's eyes off of her. Impulsively, she ordered the first thing she saw. "The fried scorpion, please."

"I'll have the same." Ruby said immediately.

"Interesting choice." The waitress remarked as she took their menus. 'For a couple of outsiders' was implied.

Penny watched her walk away, mildly dreading the sight of what she would return with.

"What the hell did we just order?" Ruby mumbled, so softly that Penny couldn't be entirely certain the words were for her.

"It will likely be fine," she answered anyway. "Scorpion is a common dish here."

"Yeah, I guess." Ruby replied, once again avoiding eye contact. Penny's brow furrowed and she leaned a bit closer to her date over the table.

Ruby seemed remarkably uncomfortable, wringing her hands and glancing about as if searching for a way out of the situation. Did she not want to be here? Had Penny done something wrong?

If so, she hadn't the slightest clue what her mistake could have been, but relationships were so complicated that she wouldn't be surprised if she'd broken some unspoken rule. Perhaps she'd missed a joke she was supposed to laugh at, or-

"Penny?"

Penny was jolted out of her thoughts, only just realizing that Ruby was waving a hand in front of her face. She blinked hard, mildly startled.

"Are you okay?" Ruby asked gently.

"Yes," Penny said with a quick nod. "Yes, I'm fine."

"You've got to stop bluescreening on me." Ruby gave her a small, kind smile. "What were you trying to figure out?"

Penny hesitated briefly. She almost didn't want to say it for fear that she might be right. Yet again, if she had somehow messed up the date, she wanted to know what she'd done wrong.

"It's just..." she began eventually. "You seem as if you don't want to be here. I was wondering if maybe I did something wrong? Or if you regret asking me out?"

"Of course not!" Ruby's eyes widened in mild alarm. "What made you think that?"

"You just seem so uncomfortable." For emphasis, Penny mimicked the hand-wringing motion Ruby had been doing. "I was worried you thought this was a mistake."

"God, no," Ruby reached across the table and gently took Penny's hands in her own. "You didn't do anything wrong, Penny. Asking you out was not a mistake."

She brushed her thumbs along the backs of Penny's hands; an intimate gesture, if Penny remembered correctly.

"I think letting someone else plan this for us might have been a mistake, though." Ruby admitted. "I don't think I'm really a dinner date person."

"What do you mean?" Penny inquired.

"I mean this all feels a little... stuffy, I guess." Ruby shrugged. "I don't like sitting here in formalwear trying to make awkward conversation with a bunch of other people around. This doesn't feel like us, y'know?"

"I think I understand." Penny nodded slowly. She had to admit, this wouldn't have been her first choice of venue either. "What do you think would feel like us?"

"Do you remember that night with the fireflies?" Ruby asked. Penny nodded again, a small smile spreading across her face. "That felt like us. It was just you and me having fun, enjoying nature and stuff."

"That was a very special night," Penny agreed fondly. "But I do not believe we would be able to recreate it here. As far as I know, no species of a firefly is native to Vacuo."

"It doesn't have to be exactly the same." Ruby seemed thoughtful for a moment, quietly drumming her fingers on the table. "What if we went up on the roof of Shade's dorms? We could be alone and just enjoy each other's company."

"I like the sound of that." Penny almost stood up, but suddenly remembered that they'd already ordered. Would it be considered rude to leave?

"It's alright," Ruby seemed to read Penny's mind as she rose from her seat. "I don't think it counts as dining and dashing if we haven't gotten our food yet."

Penny supposed that made sense. She hesitated a moment longer before standing up, glad that she wouldn't have to see that waitress again. Ruby extended her arm, and Penny linked it with her own as they began walking away from the restaurant. As soon as they'd cleared the tables, Ruby visibly relaxed.

"This already feels better," she remarked.

"It does." Penny agreed. They walked together in silence for a few minutes, Penny's face growing warm as an unfamiliar sensation spread throughout her body.

Suddenly overtaken with boldness, Penny leaned over and pressed her lips to Ruby's cheek, holding them there for a moment before slowly pulling away. Ruby's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't seem at all bothered.

"Was that... okay?"

"It was more than okay," Ruby replied, glancing over at Penny with a smile. "That was perfect."

"It seems our night has been salvaged." Penny smiled back at her, faltering briefly as Ruby rested her head on her shoulder.

"Yeah," she said, her warm breath tickling the skin of Penny's neck. "It has."

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asthmark · 3 years

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❝ chemistry ❞ o.st

synopsis → osaki shotaro moving to town means trips to the dance studio, boba dates, and the perpetual teasing of lee donghyuck.

pairing → shotaro, reader

requested? → yes! based off @onlyjihoons’s shipping game answer ♡

word count → 5.5k (this was supposed to be 1k.... goodbye.)

a/n → i enjoy writing texting scenes WAY too much ;; tbh this is like 50% texts im cryign but i had to convey how much i love 00 line .... and also how firmly i believe in lee donghyuck devil supremacy. as always, feedback is greatly appreciated and enjoy!

if someone were to ask you how you felt about your friends, you would without any hesitation, answer that you loved them to death. of course, if you were being completely honest, you would also have to add that you experienced the urge to strangle them from time to time. that might earn you a couple odd stares but you’re sure people would be more understanding if they knew who was in your inner circle to begin with.

for starters, there was lee jeno — tall, handsome, and the textbook definition of a gentleman. then, na jaemin, who you would consider to be the yin to jeno’s yang. an extremely energetic guy and, in your book, a total freak of nature ever since you found out that he inhales four shots of espresso on the daily. liu yangyang was a more recent addition to your group but, being as quick-witted as he was, he quickly fit right in. he also had a habit of going on somewhat aggressive rants in german which renjun found to be extremely amusing. speaking of, huang renjun was another one of your close friends — the shortest of the group, actually. (and, much to renjun’s dismay, that’s exactly how donghyuck liked to introduce him to people.) he was the type of guy you could trust to keep everyone in check which consequently made you mildly terrified of him.

however, it could never compare to the perpetual fear you have of lee donghyuck.

of course, you love him to pieces but sometimes you really wish he didn’t find so much joy in, well, making everyone miserable. you couldn’t deny it was funny to watch him tease and taunt your other friends. you still remember him purposefully messing up renjun’s game at the local arcade just when he was about to reach his high score — and also the way renjun had tackled him to the floor right then and there, resulting in the six of you being banned from the place. or, that time he offered to pay for everyone’s starbucks orders only to tell the barista that jaemin’s name was ben dover. (to no one’s surprise, yangyang had found that joke particularly hilarious.) you can also clearly recall how hard you had laughed in both of those situations.

but, donghyuck never let anyone laugh for too long.

according to him it was ’only fair’ to make sure each of his friends was at the receiving end of his gags. so, despite laughing at his latest victim’s expense, each of you knew that donghyuck would make sure you were in the same position sooner or later.

you definitely weren’t expecting it to be your turn one dull friday evening.

things are going slow for you as you sit at your desk, typing away on your laptop. school has been out for hours and your professors have decided to be saints and leave you little homework for the weekend. beside you, your phone dings, alerting you of the new text message in your group chat.

[4:23 pm] hyuck: i’m bored 🥺

[4:23 pm] you: plz never use that emoji again

[4:24 pm] nana: it’s misleading dude

[4:25 pm] yangx2: yeah like when have u ever made a face that isn’t this 😈

[4:25 pm] renjun: donghyuck is the devil = confirmed

[4:25 pm] nana: CALLED IT

[4:26 pm] hyuck: u guys are literally so evil

jeno laughed at “u guys are literally so evil”

[4:27 pm] jeno: look who’s talking lol

[4:27 pm] you: dangg u know it’s bad when lee jeno disses u

[4:28 pm] jeno: ...ngl it kinda feels like ur shading me rn

[4:28 pm] you: u would be correct :)

[4:29 pm] hyuck: um HELLO can u guys go back to paying attention to me???

[4:29 pm] renjun: what do u want, diva?

[4:29 pm] hyuck: i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(

renjun disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

yangx2 disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

you disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

nana disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

jeno disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

[4:30 pm] hyuck: OH COME ON

[4:30 pm] yangx2: i think what u meant to say is that u wanna make one of us very miserable today, right?

[4:30 pm] hyuck: .....no comment

nana renamed the group chat “hyuck hate club”

[4:31 pm] hyuck: ok i’m honestly feeling so attacked right now

[4:31 pm] jeno: well now u know what it’s like to be friends with u

[4:31 pm] you: so true king omg ur on a roll

[4:32 pm] hyuck: hmm okay so either jeno or y/n is gonna be today’s target, got it

[4:32 pm] hyuck: anyway can u guys come down to the dance studio now??

[4:32 pm] you: what makes u think i would go anywhere near u when i know ur plotting ur revenge on me as we speak

[4:32 pm] hyuck: because maybe i’ll have mercy on u and just terrorize jeno instead

[4:33 pm] you: good enough for me! thnx bestie, see u soon!!

[4:33 pm] jeno: HEY

nana laughed at “good enough for me! thnx bestie, see u soon!!”

[4:34 pm] yangx2: u literally cannot trust anyone in this friend group

[4:34 pm] renjun: ikr isn’t it great???

you might have been slightly out of your mind to willingly go see donghyuck knowing you had teased him in your group chat earlier. although, if there was a slight chance he would show you mercy if you did hang out with him, you were going to take it.

the studio was where you had first met donghyuck, along with the rest of your friends due to the dance classes you attended. after bumping into each in between classes and during practice, you began to get well acquainted. turns out, the six of you actually got along incredibly well and after a while, you began to share routines and tips, even choreographing together from time to time. obviously, this led to the infamous group chat being formed and lots of time spent outside the studio as well.

but, none of you had lost that love for dancing. in fact, forming your little clique had only made it grow. as you opened the front doors of the building you had made so many memories in, you wondered if donghyuck wanted your insight on a certain routine or needed some help choreographing. of course, there was also the possibility that he really was just bored and wanted you to suffer with him.

what you did not expect, however, was to see him caught up in conversation with another person. you couldn’t clearly see them with donghyuck in the way; all you knew for certain was that your best friend’s mouth was moving a mile a minute. you tentatively tiptoe into the room, hoping to not intrude on their discussion. but, at hearing the doors creak open, donghyuck puts his rant on pause to enthusiastically wave you over.

you sigh, putting your belongings down and approaching the pair. as you near, you notice that hyuck has a huge smile — no, smirk — on his face. you internally curse yourself for believing that he would ever pass up an opportunity to torment you, especially in front of a stranger.

“this is a very dear friend of mine,” you hear him introduce to his acquaintance. “her name is y/n. she dances, too.”

“oh, that’s really cool!”

the stranger’s unusually cheery tone prompts you to finally peek behind donghyuck and put a face to the voice.

and what a face he has.

“this is shotaro,” donghyuck informs you. “he’s new to town and quite the dancer. caught him in the middle of a routine.”

your knees almost wobble as you take in the stranger — shotaro’s — kind eyes that almost sparkle. (you aren’t sure if it’s because of the fluorescent lights of the studio or just part of his charm.) his lips are curved up into a friendly smile that makes you feel slightly giddy. his hair falls into his face almost perfectly, not a strand out of place and you’re uncertain as to how that’s even possible since, as donghyuck had said, he was dancing. not to mention, there’s not a bead of sweat on his face. did this guy come straight out of a disney movie or something?

“excuse her,” donghyuck chuckles. “good looking people tend to make her freeze up. don’t worry, this happened when she met me, too.”

you offer your friend a glare and an elbow to the side and you swear you hear shotaro chuckle. you turn to him instead, putting on a welcoming smile.

“my bad, i just—”

“got lost in his eyes?”

you pinch the bridge of your nose. “donghyuck, please don’t make me have to attack you in front of our guest.”

more giggles escape shotaro. (you swear it’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever heard.) you curiously tilt your head at him.

“sorry, it’s just that, you guys are too funny,” he admits with a sheepish smile.

you mirror his grin, slightly relieved he was amused instead of weirded out. “yeah, well, just wait ’til you meet the rest of us. it’s like a circus show, you’ll love it.”

“hello, clowns!”

“speak of the devil,” donghyuck murmurs, watching as yangyang and renjun enter, followed by jeno and jaemin.

“woah, who’s the cutie?” yangyang asks renjun, in what you presume he thinks is a whisper. however, yangyang has never spoken quietly a day in his life. renjun simply shrugs at his question.

having clearly heard the compliment, a faint blush creeps onto shotaro’s cheeks.

“guys, this is shotaro,” donghyuck answers, tugging the sandy blonde forward.

he gives a somewhat shy wave. “hi, y/n’s friends.”

jaemin erupts into laughter. “uh oh, looks like he likes y/n more than hyuck.”

“don’t blame him,” jeno mutters.

shotaro’s forehead creases, face suddenly twisted in worry. “oh, i’m sorry, was i not supposed to say that?”

“oh no, don’t worry,” donghyuck denies, quickly. “i’m sure y/n doesn’t mind at all, right?”

if you could crawl into a hole to avoid the embarrassment, you would. of course, donghyuck was 100% right; you really didn’t mind shotaro calling the group that if it meant you could hear him say your name over and over again. in fact, his sweet voice could probably make the dictionary sound like the most addictive song. but, donghyuck had no right putting you on the spot like that.

jeno suddenly speaks, catching on to your flustered state and donghyuck’s evil grin. “so, it’s y/n’s turn today? sweet, i’m off the hook!”

shotaro furrows his brows slightly. “huh?”

“oh, it’s just an inside joke,” jeno says, smile reaching all the way up to his eyes.

you wish you could strangle him right then and there for finding amusement at your expense but the last thing you want is for shotaro to think you’re some sort of psychopath. (although, with a friend group like this, you’re definitely beginning to think that’s where you’re headed.)

“got it,” shotaro responds, breaking out into a grin himself. “you guys seem like a really close bunch!”

“the closest,” donghyuck corrects, overly sweet, as he wraps an arm around you. (you resist the urge to shove him off.) “you’ll fit right in!”

you believed that the torture was over the day donghyuck introduced shotaro to your group. you would probably just see him from time to time and the studio (hopefully without hyuck around) and it would all be downhill from there, right? the latest notification on your phone alerts you that you are absolutely wrong.

hyuck has added one (1) user to the group chat

[1:05 pm] hyuck: welcome shotaro!!

[1:06 pm] unknown: oh hey guys! :]

the emoticon almost makes your heart beat right out of your chest. you roll your eyes in frustration at how easily affected you were by this guy. seriously, why did everything he do have to be so cute? regardless, you quickly add his number to your contacts.

[1:06 pm] hyuck: why don’t we do a little roll call so shotaro can save ur numbers to his phone

[1:07 pm] yangx2: YANGYANG

[1:07 pm] yangx2: HA I WAS FIRST

[1:07 pm] jeno: ...

[1:08 pm] jeno: anyway this is jeno :)

[1:08 pm] nana: jaemin present!

[1:08 pm] renjun: hi shotaro, this is renjun

[1:10 pm] shotaro: haha cool thanks a lot, i just saved all ur numbers!

[1:10 pm] shotaro: but quick question, is y/n in this group chat? :0

you almost drop your phone at reading shotaro’s message although you’re unsure why. he just typed your name, get it together, you urge yourself.

[1:11 pm] you: heyy shotaro! i’m right here :)

[1:11 pm] shotaro: oh yayy! i’m so glad ^^

hyuck disliked “oh yayy! i’m so glad ^^”

[1:12 pm] hyuck: shotaro plz return my love what does she have that i don’t T-T

[1:12 pm] nana: a heart

[1:12 pm] yangx2: a brain

[1:12 pm] jeno: a conscience

[1:12 pm] renjun: a functioning moral compass

[1:13 pm] hyuck: wtf

[1:13 pm] shotaro: ahahaha it’s like i’m watching a comedy

[1:14 pm] you: told u it’s a circus

[1:14 pm] you: i say get out while u still can

[1:14 pm] shotaro: whaatt and leave u behind? no way!

nana renamed the group chat “shotaro x y/n supremacists”

[1:15 pm] jeno: my thoughts exactly

[1:15 pm] renjun: took the words right out of my mouth

you cringe at your friends’ blunt behavior, praying shotaro didn’t find their antics to be too strange.

[1:16 pm] shotaro: 😳

[1:16 pm] nana: aww someone’s shy

[1:17 pm] renjun: he wouldn’t last a day in itzy

[1:17 pm] yangx2: HELPP

you shake your head, laughing silently to yourself as you mute the group chat and place your phone back down. although, moments later, you receive a direct message. you presume it’s one of the boys trying to rope you back into the chat but the moment you see the contact name, you’re forced to do a double take.

[1:21 pm] shotaro: i hope i’m not bothering u but i just wanted to make sure ur okay .. you kinda went quiet in the gc :>

[1:21 pm] shotaro: it’s shotaro from the dance studio btw!

you can’t help but find the fact that he seriously thought you wouldn’t remember him adorable. how could you ever forget a face like his?

[1:22 pm] you: that’s so kind! i’m okay, i promise. i’ve just had to put up with those dorks for way too long, sometimes i just ignore them haha

[1:22 pm] shotaro: lol yeah they do seem like a handful! but i look forward to getting to know them better!!

[1:23 pm] shotaro: and u too ofc~~

it takes all your willpower not to spam dozens of heart emojis in an attempt to show shotaro just how he has reduced you to a lovesick fool. instead, your response is short and sweet.

[1:23 pm] you: right back at u, taro! ♡

“okay, take five,” donghyuck pants, pausing the music blaring from the speakers.

you gladly obey, wiping away the light sweat you had worked up from the latest routine you and hyuck were constructing.

you both belonged to the same dance class and frequently paired together for partnered projects. the rest of your friends attended different classes, which you constantly joked was for the best since there was no way one dance instructor could possibly handle the six of you together.

“how do you feel?” donghyuck asks you, running a hand through his tousled hair.

“the choreo’s great, i’m proud of what we got so far,” you reply. “of course, i would be happier if i didn’t have to get so up close and personal with you.”

donghyuck scoffs at your joke. “i can’t do anything about that. the teacher said the whole concept of the routine is supposed to be is intimate.”

you fake a gag, failing to contain a laugh when hyuck playfully shoves you in offense.

“i’m sorry i can’t be shotaro,” he adds, a smirk forming on his lips.

you roll your eyes. “oh, very funny.”

“c’mon, you’re acting like you wouldn’t kill to have him as your partner, especially with choreo as spicy as this.”

“well, it would beat being paired with you,” you remark, picking up your water bottle and taking a swig.

“hm, then looks like today might be your lucky day,” donghyuck replies, eyes trained somewhere behind you.

you follow his gaze, nearly choking on your water as soon as you catch sight of shotaro entering the studio. he meets your eyes, plucking out his earbuds and offering you a small wave.

“oh, hey guys!” he exclaims, cheerfully.

“hey ’taro,” you greet, rather quickly, earning you a knowing glance from your partner.

“’taro?” hyuck repeats, amused, as he folds his arms over his chest. “you guys are already on cute nickname basis?”

shotaro giggles, eyes squinting adorably as he does so. “it is a pretty adorable nickname, right? she’s the only one who calls me that!”

your heart beats faster when you see how oddly excited that seems to make him. did he somehow find it endearing?

“seems like the two of you are becoming quite close, hm?” continues hyuck.

shotaro nods enthusiastically before glancing at you tentatively, as if to check for confirmation.

“yeah, you could say that.”

your agreement causes yet another smile to grace shotaro’s lips — this time he seems relieved. you briefly wonder if the kid ever stops flashing those pearly whites of his. you certainly hope so, or else your heart may never catch a break.

“well, since you’re comfortable enough with each other,” donghyuck begins, flashing you a grin.

you’re not even sure what he’s gonna say but you already feel the need to put an end to it. after all, nothing good has ever come of donghyuck’s mischievous grins. you subtly purse your lips and narrow your eyes in an attempt to get him to stop whatever chaos he’s planning to ensue.

nevertheless, he proceeds. “maybe you could help me out with this choreography?”

you want to facepalm at donghyuck’s lame excuse of a lie. however, on the other hand, shotaro’s face lights up in delight.

“you’re working on choreo? what for?” he inquires, curiously.

“for our dance class,” hyuck explains, motioning towards you. “i have a couple ideas so i was thinking you two could maybe try out some steps i’m planning to include. you know, to help me... visualize.”

“that sounds awesome,” shotaro responds, oblivious to your friend’s untruths. “i would love to help you guys out.”

“great!” donghyuck claps his hands together. “just a heads up, the theme of the routine is intimacy, so i wanna see all that charm of yours, shotaro. it’ll, uh, help me choreograph.”

you cringe at the obvious fib. meanwhile, it’s as if a switch has gone off in shotaro’s mind. his smile fades and his eyebrows knit together. “hold on, i-intimacy? does that mean—”

“that you’ll have to get a bit touchy-feely with her? yeah,” donghyuck interjects, innocently.

“y’know... i’ve really been wanting to dance with her.” he faces you, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “just never thought it would be like this.”

you offer him an apologetic smile. “i know, it might be a bit... uncomfortable. you can back out if you’d like. i promise hyuck and i won’t mind.”

shotaro’s head shakes, vigorously. “no, of course not!” he must realize how quick he was to deny your offer, making him suspiciously eager to be close to you as he immediately adds, “i mean, it’s good practice.”

you suppress a giggle. “sure thing. hyuck, should we get started now?”

the boy in question dramatically picks at his nails, acting as if he had been waiting on you both for hours. “if you guys are done flirting, then, yeah.”

you roll your eyes, shooting shotaro a mildly annoyed stare. he grins, finding it to be equally amusing as it is endearing. (what can he say, the faint pout that appeared on your face was cute.)

“shotaro, how about you get in position right behind her.”

shotaro obeys, making sure to leave a significant amount of space between the two of you. however, donghyuck doesn’t seem to approve.

“closer!” he commands. “the concept is intimacy, not social distancing!”

shotaro shuffles forward, pressing his front into your back. you can’t help but notice how firmly toned his chest is. curse his dancers body, you think.

“okay, now, lemme see your hands on her waist!”

you feel the breath of shotaro’s shaky exhale on the back of your neck as he obeys, sliding apprehensive hands around your midsection. there’s silence on donghyuck’s end and through the mirror you watch him observe the two of you, no doubt acting way more pensive than he truly is. you know he’s just prolonging your flustered state by keeping you in this intimate position with the younger boy.

although, shotaro himself might know it too, considering the fact that he begins to rub comforting circles into your sides that he’s currently gripping, as per donghyuck’s request, in an attempt to calm you down. you nearly melt right then and there. at the same time, you hope he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

donghyuck calls out your name, successfully startling you and putting an end to the peaceful atmosphere. “why don’t you go ahead and lean on his shoulder. just lay your head back nice and easy— good, very good! look at that chemistry!”

if you’re being sincere, reclining on shotaro feels way more natural and enjoyable than it should. he steadily holds you in place, almost as if he secretly wishes to never let go. you wouldn’t be completely opposed to the idea either.

“alright, last thing, guys! y/n, how about you hook your arm around shotaro’s neck?”

you do so, fingers brushing softly against his jaw. he shivers beneath your touch, erupting into giggles when you shoot him an odd stare.

“i’m ticklish,” he confesses, in a whisper.

you can’t help but smile widely. “is that so? hm, i might have to exploit that information sooner or later.”

“as long as donghyuck doesn’t find out,” he replies.

his comment certainly gets a chuckle out of you. “did you finally realize how evil he is?”

“if the torture he’s putting you through right now is anything to go by, then absolutely.”

“only a matter of time before it’s your turn,” you reply. you lean into his ear to add, “by the way, this is anything but torture for me.”

“hey! no whispering!” donghyuck reprimands.

for the first time, shotaro goes against the older boy’s orders to whisper back, “it’s mutual. if anything, i think this is the best thing i’ve done since i moved here.”

your heart melts at the sincere admission. you stare at shotaro in what you’re sure is a very obvious case of heart eyes. you’re taken aback to find that he, too, returns the lovesick look. perhaps he was immersing himself a bit too much in the intimacy concept...

“stop! pause! cut!”

you and shotaro (reluctantly) untangle yourselves from each other to face a seemingly unhappy donghyuck.

“can you guys please just focus on my instructions without falling in love with each other?” he pleads. “i mean, you haven’t even gotten out of the starting position yet.” he groans, exasperated. “actually, you know what, just take five.”

[2:03 pm] hyuck: good morning

[2:03 pm] nana: it’s 2 o clock in the afternoon but ok

[2:03 pm] hyuck: i just woke up, therefore it’s morning

[2:03 pm] shotaro: good morning :3 did u sleep well?

[2:04 pm] hyuck: i slept a wonderful 27 hours, thnx for asking!

[2:04 pm] yangx2: ?????? THERES NOT EVEN 27 HOURS IN A DAY IM SCREAMING

[2:04 pm] you: LOLLL WHY WAS HE HIBERNATING

[2:05 pm] renjun: i was just gonna ignore him but i am genuinely concerned now

[2:05 pm] shotaro: woww,, well at least you’re well rested now! :]

[2:04 pm] nana: shotaro, i am begging u not to encourage him

[2:04 pm] you: all it takes is one (1) supportive person and he becomes an unstoppable force of evil

[2:04 pm] shotaro: o_0

[2:05 pm] jeno: besides ur like the only other person here with common sense besides myself and maybe renjun. i can’t lose u to donghyuck :(

[2:05 pm] renjun: ykw i’m not even gonna argue with that

[2:05 pm] yangx2: yeah shotaro is a good guy™

[2:06 pm] hyuck: i hate u guys and ur goldfish attention spans

[2:06 pm] you: sigh what do you need hyuck?

[2:06 pm] hyuck: i want boba :(

[2:07 pm] you: that actually sounds really good but idk if it’s worth being around u

[2:07 pm] hyuck: i’ll pretend like u didn’t just say that <3 what if i paid?

[2:07 pm] you: ....

[2:08 pm] yangx2: LMAO HYUCK BEING NICE IS SUSPICIOUS BEHAVIOR

[2:08 pm] renjun: ikr it’s making me super uncomfortable rn

[2:08 pm] hyuck: can’t i do something nice for my friends? :/

[2:08 pm] jeno: no

[2:09 pm] nana: nope

[2:09 pm] yangx2: nah

[2:09 pm] renjun: absolutely not

[2:09 pm] you: never seen it happen before so no

[2:10 pm] hyuck: u guys are so fake :( shotaro do u wanna hang out with me? if u say no i’ll scream :)

[2:11 pm] shotaro: yeah i guess i could :]

[2:11 pm] renjun: oh this just got interesting.. i guess i could tag along

[2:11 pm] yangx2: me too, i gotta be there to record whatever happens

[2:12 pm] nana: i’m in

[2:12 pm] jeno: same

[2:12 pm] you: hhhhh okay fine.. only to ensure taro’s safety

[2:13 pm] shotaro: (^з^)-︎♡

due to the fact that you believed donghyuck was going to try and officially initiate shotaro into your friend group with one of his infamous pranks, you decided to head to the boba shop. you hoped that if you showed up, you would be able to prevent whatever mayhem he had planned or at the very least, provide some damage control.

you pushed open the door to the quaint building, the bell dinging to announce your arrival. your eyes immediately lock onto the table in the far back since it was where you and your friends always sat — you had practically claimed it. you expect to see all the chairs filled but, to your surprise, only one person occupies the space.

osaki shotaro.

he beams, probably relieved to finally have some company in the otherwise empty shop. (after all, you weren’t sure how long he had been sitting there all alone.) nevertheless, you allow yourself to wonder — just for a second — if maybe he was just that ecstatic to see you. the way he enthusiastically waves you over seems to be in favor of that theory. it’s almost confirmed when you reach he table and he pats the chair beside him.

you let out a soft laugh. “the whole table’s empty, ‘taro.”

“i know,” he admits. “i just really want you to sit next to me.”

you swear you could break down in tears simply from the way he’s looking at you; like you’re all he needs. it’s pure adoration. you wonder if that’s how you look at him too. you can’t help but ask yourself if he, too, notices your longing stares.

you decide that you would be a monster if you denied shotaro his wish, so, you internally prepare yourself to sit next to possibly the sweetest boy you’ve ever known. yet, that proves to be difficult as said boy stands up to pull out your chair like the gentleman he is. you shoot him a grateful smile, mentally dethroning jeno as the most well-mannered person you know and passing the crown on to shotaro.

“so, how long have you been waiting for?” you ask, resting your elbow on the table and leaning into your palm to stare attentively at the boy to your right.

“actually, i only got here a couple minutes before you. we did agree to meet up here a quarter before three, right?” he asks, slightly confused.

you nod in confirmation. “honestly, i think we got set up.”

shotaro tilts his head. “really? why would they do that?”

“might have something to do with our ‘chemistry’,” you explain, quoting donghyuck.

the japanese boy’s mouth falls agape, as he comes to the realization. “oh, so they literally set us up.”

“mhm,” you agree, smiling ever so slightly.

shotaro must be paying closer attention than you thought because he picks up on your grin. “what’s with the smile?”

you shrug, feigning uncertainty. “i guess i just don’t feel so bad about being set up if it’s with a certain cutie i know.”

“oh?” he raises a brow, cheeks growing as he too mirrors your lovestruck look. “should i be worried about this guy?”

“certainly not,” you reassure him. “i’ve only got eyes for one.”

you see a faded tint of pink rush to his cheeks and you find it adorable how your confession flusters him. you can’t help but caress the supple skin as gently as possible. shotaro leans into your touch, his own hand coming up to cup your own, almost as if he were holding you in place. after a couple moments of basking in the intimate moment, you retract your hand.

“maybe we should try and get hyuck to include that in the choreo, huh?” you suggest, a teasing smile on your lips.

shotaro chuckles, “sounds good to me. i might even ask if i can fill his position, too. if not, i just might get jealous.”

you playfully shove him and he raises his hands in surrender. you chuckle, grabbing one of the menus that litter the table, planning to offer shotaro some help choosing an item from the list that is surely unfamiliar to him but it seems something outside the window behind you has caught his focus instead.

“looks like we have an audience.”

you take a deep breath at his words, preparing yourself for whatever it is you’re going to see upon turning around. when you finally do, all you manage to catch is five heads ducking beneath the windowsill, in a weak attempt to not get caught.

“of course,” you nearly laugh. “they’re so predictable.”

shotaro seems to find the situation humorous as well, if his amused tone is anything to go by. “to be honest, we should be thanking them. they got us together.”

“oh, so we’re together now?” you inquire, raising a brow.

“w-well, i mean, if you want to. i-i definitely want to.”

“no need for stuttering,” you reassure him, reaching over to stroke that one ticklish spot on his neck. “to quote a very wise — and handsome — young man, ‘it’s mutual.’”

he smiles at his own words being recited to him. “i don’t know about you, but i think we should seal the deal.”

“interesting. how do you suppose we do that?” you ask with faux curiosity. you certainly had some ideas of your own.

“maybe... a kiss?” shotaro leans forward, eyes closed expectantly as he taps his cheek. you resist the urge to pinch his lovely, round baby cheeks. he peeks one eye open to add, “for the audience, of course.”

you giggle, completely and utterly love-struck by the boy before you. in fact, you are so enamored by him that you decide to go the extra mile and press a sweet, chaste peck to his lips.

it seems as if he himself didn’t expect it as his eyes snap open, hand coming up to cup his lips in shock. when he finally uncovers his mouth, you see there’s a dazed, giddy grin on his face that let’s you know the smooch was very welcome pleasant surprise.

your phones simultaneously go off, alerting you of incoming messages. it’s a given that it’s none other than the group chat.

[3:15 pm] nana: that smooch was romcom worthy i’m so impressed right now

[3:15 pm] jeno: shotaro is living proof that being a gentleman has its perks! everyone in this gc should take notes!

[3:15 pm] yangx2: HERE IHAVE THE VDIEO OF THE WHOELE THIGN IF ANYOEN WANTS IT

[3:16 pm] yangx2: attachment: 1 video

[3:16 pm] yangx2: SORURY FOR THE TYPSO MY TEARS ARE BLURRIGN THE KYEBIOARD

[3:16 pm] renjun: can we get boba now?

[3:16 pm] renjun: oh wait my bad, congrats to the new couple :-)

[3:16 pm] renjun: to celebrate they should pay for everyone’s drinks.. just a thought

[3:17 pm] hyuck: ur welcome, y/n and shotaro ;)

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